Devil May Cry; Vergil x Dante; drabble: "Love Letter for the Damned"
Well, this came to me at work and so I just jotted it down and typed it up when I finally got home. I like it, but then again I don't, because I wanted to expand on the idea but had no more inspiration or more time. I've got four other fics I'm in the process of writing, two SasuNaru, one YnM fic, and one ItaSasu. The ItaSasu one has been in the works for months, but inspiration for that one comes and goes. ANYWAY. Here be yar fic.
Title: Love Letter for the Damned
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17; Implied Vergil x Dante and masturbation in mirrors. Dante longs for Vergil, and fills the empty hole the best way he knows how. 312 words.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this at work. =D It was a spur of the moment drabble-like thingy. Yes.
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Dante knew that he shouldn’t feel this way about his brother, his twin. The human side of him told him that. His demon blood, however, couldn’t care one way or the other. As long as Vergil was in his arms, it didn’t matter how it came to be. Be it whether Vergil was the one writhing and moaning under Dante, or Dante himself being the one to submit and spread his legs willingly. As long as he could hold and touch, kiss, caress, lick, bite, soothe away.
Dante knew that if Vergil knew his thoughts, that it very well may drive the older twin away. That didn’t stop Dante from indulging himself though, stroking his cock in time with his own fingers working inside of him. The thought that if only Vergil could see him now like this made Dante moan shamelessly and let his legs fall wider apart. Dante’s hand slid down to cup his balls, squeezing with just enough force to send sharp sparks of pleasure through his cock.
Dante knew that it was ridiculous to shame himself in front of a mirror like this. Even still, he imagined that it was Vergil’s fingers inside of him, fucking him loose and sore. He imagined that the impassioned gaze looking back at him was not his own, but Vergil’s instead. Dante licked lips gone dry in the haze of his pleasure. He was close, bucking his hips to meet fingers that weren’t nearly as long or as thick as what he really wanted. Vergil’s name spilled from his lips as he came, his breath catching in his chest and his vision blurring.
Seconds later, the mirror shattered under Dante’s fist. He then sighed.
Another seven years of bad luck it seemed, for that was the third mirror this week.
Dante had to resist the urge to damn his brother further.
~Owari~
Title: Love Letter for the Damned
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17; Implied Vergil x Dante and masturbation in mirrors. Dante longs for Vergil, and fills the empty hole the best way he knows how. 312 words.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this at work. =D It was a spur of the moment drabble-like thingy. Yes.
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Dante knew that he shouldn’t feel this way about his brother, his twin. The human side of him told him that. His demon blood, however, couldn’t care one way or the other. As long as Vergil was in his arms, it didn’t matter how it came to be. Be it whether Vergil was the one writhing and moaning under Dante, or Dante himself being the one to submit and spread his legs willingly. As long as he could hold and touch, kiss, caress, lick, bite, soothe away.
Dante knew that if Vergil knew his thoughts, that it very well may drive the older twin away. That didn’t stop Dante from indulging himself though, stroking his cock in time with his own fingers working inside of him. The thought that if only Vergil could see him now like this made Dante moan shamelessly and let his legs fall wider apart. Dante’s hand slid down to cup his balls, squeezing with just enough force to send sharp sparks of pleasure through his cock.
Dante knew that it was ridiculous to shame himself in front of a mirror like this. Even still, he imagined that it was Vergil’s fingers inside of him, fucking him loose and sore. He imagined that the impassioned gaze looking back at him was not his own, but Vergil’s instead. Dante licked lips gone dry in the haze of his pleasure. He was close, bucking his hips to meet fingers that weren’t nearly as long or as thick as what he really wanted. Vergil’s name spilled from his lips as he came, his breath catching in his chest and his vision blurring.
Seconds later, the mirror shattered under Dante’s fist. He then sighed.
Another seven years of bad luck it seemed, for that was the third mirror this week.
Dante had to resist the urge to damn his brother further.
~Owari~