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Title: Mimic
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Dante/Vergil
Rating: R for slash
Originally from: Over here!
Dante grinned as Vergil's mouth opened for the barrel of his gun. Not all their fights ended like this, but not all their fights were for show or for play; Vergil had bested him last time and humiliated him, waited until he begged for release before disappearing, leaving him to his own devices. And sure, it was tempting to return that particular favour, but Dante wasn't as patient as his brother and preferred to get his thrills in an instant, not draw them out over days.
Ivory sat prettily between Vergil's lips as he dragged Ebony down his brother's stomach, slipping the darker barrel under the belt of Vergil's pants before opening up the fastenings, shoving down only as far as necessary.
"What do you want?" Dante asked, tracing the line of Vergil's erection with Ebony and smirking when Vergil responded with only a glare. "I didn't mean talk. Demonstrate."
A quick kiss to Ebony's barrel for emphasis before he slotted her back into her holster, and Dante settled himself more comfortably between Vergil's legs, sliding Ivory a little further into Vergil's mouth and back out again, repeating the gesture with his own lips around Vergil's cock.
It didn't take long for Vergil to break; his brother had patience when they were apart, but it rarely lasted when they were together.
Title: Forgetting to Listen
Fandom: Terminator Salvation
Pairing: Kyle Reese/Marcus Wright
Rating: PG12 for slash
Originally from: Here.
Marcus could have hesitated when Kyle pulled him away from the others; could have frozen up at the thought of being alone with Kyle when he knew what Skynet had designed him for, what Skynet had wanted him to do.
Marcus had long ago figured if he couldn't trust himself, there wasn't much point in keeping on breathing.
Kyle's hands were quick and clever, and Marcus had to use his own strength to make Kyle hold still long enough that he could give him a kiss that wasn't stolen. Rushing when they had time to spare would just be a waste, and he wanted to give the kid a chance to stop. They'd saved each other's lives and all but Marcus was old enough to know what he wanted, and even if Kyle knew how to handle a gun, Marcus wasn't so sure he knew how to handle people.
"Why'd you come after me?" Kyle asked, moving to straddle Marcus' hips as soon as he'd sat down.
"Why not?" Marcus replied, not sure of the answer himself; he couldn't say what it was about the kid that made him matter, made him matter enough that Marcus hadn't thought about the possibility of dying again when he'd gone in to Skynet's headquarters to rescue him - enough that John Connor, apparent saviour of mankind, had been just as willing to risk death for him. Marcus didn't know much about John but even an idiot could see his importance to others, not just at this camp but wherever they'd come across other humans, same as even an idiot could see that the exposed metal of his arm rendered Marcus unwelcome.
Kyle didn't press for an answer, one of the traits shared by most everyone in this world. People were generally only interested in knowing if you were a threat or not, and nothing past that - anyone with a history worth knowing about was quick to shut up about it. Typical, really; he could have done with being born in the future, for all that it was a wreck.
However old Kyle was, he clearly wasn't innocent; the slightly smug, definitely proud little flash of a smirk he gave when a quick twist of his hand startled a grunt out of Marcus wasn't a kid's, although returning the favour still made him feel kind of dirty. It was good nonetheless, a reminder they'd come out of this alive, somehow; a reminder that there was still life to hold onto, a reason to keep going.
Kyle curled up against him afterwards, waiting out the last of the night at his side. There was no need for it, low-light heaters scattered throughout the camp, but Marcus knew the arms wrapped around his waist were there just as much to stake a claim as they were to seek comfort. They were both outsiders here anyway, and he couldn't say he minded the attention.
Kyle was warm where he leaned against Marcus' shoulder, seeming small and human again even if Marcus knew better than to think fragile, and it was easy to lean against him in turn.
He'd been brought back with the intention of killing Kyle Reese; there was a delicious irony in the fact whatever Skynet had tried to do with him, he'd only ever wanted to protect him.
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Dante/Vergil
Rating: R for slash
Originally from: Over here!
Dante grinned as Vergil's mouth opened for the barrel of his gun. Not all their fights ended like this, but not all their fights were for show or for play; Vergil had bested him last time and humiliated him, waited until he begged for release before disappearing, leaving him to his own devices. And sure, it was tempting to return that particular favour, but Dante wasn't as patient as his brother and preferred to get his thrills in an instant, not draw them out over days.
Ivory sat prettily between Vergil's lips as he dragged Ebony down his brother's stomach, slipping the darker barrel under the belt of Vergil's pants before opening up the fastenings, shoving down only as far as necessary.
"What do you want?" Dante asked, tracing the line of Vergil's erection with Ebony and smirking when Vergil responded with only a glare. "I didn't mean talk. Demonstrate."
A quick kiss to Ebony's barrel for emphasis before he slotted her back into her holster, and Dante settled himself more comfortably between Vergil's legs, sliding Ivory a little further into Vergil's mouth and back out again, repeating the gesture with his own lips around Vergil's cock.
It didn't take long for Vergil to break; his brother had patience when they were apart, but it rarely lasted when they were together.
Title: Forgetting to Listen
Fandom: Terminator Salvation
Pairing: Kyle Reese/Marcus Wright
Rating: PG12 for slash
Originally from: Here.
Marcus could have hesitated when Kyle pulled him away from the others; could have frozen up at the thought of being alone with Kyle when he knew what Skynet had designed him for, what Skynet had wanted him to do.
Marcus had long ago figured if he couldn't trust himself, there wasn't much point in keeping on breathing.
Kyle's hands were quick and clever, and Marcus had to use his own strength to make Kyle hold still long enough that he could give him a kiss that wasn't stolen. Rushing when they had time to spare would just be a waste, and he wanted to give the kid a chance to stop. They'd saved each other's lives and all but Marcus was old enough to know what he wanted, and even if Kyle knew how to handle a gun, Marcus wasn't so sure he knew how to handle people.
"Why'd you come after me?" Kyle asked, moving to straddle Marcus' hips as soon as he'd sat down.
"Why not?" Marcus replied, not sure of the answer himself; he couldn't say what it was about the kid that made him matter, made him matter enough that Marcus hadn't thought about the possibility of dying again when he'd gone in to Skynet's headquarters to rescue him - enough that John Connor, apparent saviour of mankind, had been just as willing to risk death for him. Marcus didn't know much about John but even an idiot could see his importance to others, not just at this camp but wherever they'd come across other humans, same as even an idiot could see that the exposed metal of his arm rendered Marcus unwelcome.
Kyle didn't press for an answer, one of the traits shared by most everyone in this world. People were generally only interested in knowing if you were a threat or not, and nothing past that - anyone with a history worth knowing about was quick to shut up about it. Typical, really; he could have done with being born in the future, for all that it was a wreck.
However old Kyle was, he clearly wasn't innocent; the slightly smug, definitely proud little flash of a smirk he gave when a quick twist of his hand startled a grunt out of Marcus wasn't a kid's, although returning the favour still made him feel kind of dirty. It was good nonetheless, a reminder they'd come out of this alive, somehow; a reminder that there was still life to hold onto, a reason to keep going.
Kyle curled up against him afterwards, waiting out the last of the night at his side. There was no need for it, low-light heaters scattered throughout the camp, but Marcus knew the arms wrapped around his waist were there just as much to stake a claim as they were to seek comfort. They were both outsiders here anyway, and he couldn't say he minded the attention.
Kyle was warm where he leaned against Marcus' shoulder, seeming small and human again even if Marcus knew better than to think fragile, and it was easy to lean against him in turn.
He'd been brought back with the intention of killing Kyle Reese; there was a delicious irony in the fact whatever Skynet had tried to do with him, he'd only ever wanted to protect him.