Fanfic:Dreaming [light R] {Devil May Cry}
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Dante woke up one night, his eyes opening and scanning the bedroom for intruders far before his mind actually caught up with that he was awake.
Something had woken him up, but he couldn’t for the life of him understand what it had been.
A few minutes passed in which he looked around in the room, before he mentally shrugged his shoulders and snuggled back underneath the covers, his forehead lightly pressed against the wall that separated his and Vergil’s room.
Already halfway back in dreamland Dante heard something, and he vaguely registered that it came from his brother’s room.
Perhaps two seconds passed before Dante was fully awake, sitting sharply up in bed.
The only time that Vergil would make any kind of sounds was when he was having a nightmare. Though these occurrences were rare, it was an unspoken agreement on that they’d wake the other up if caught in a nightmare.
No matter what they had argued about in the day or how much they wanted the other dead, they were always there for one another.
Slipping out of bed Dante trotted over to the room next doors, not bothering to dress in the drawstring pyjama pants he had worn when going to bed.
Quietly but quickly Dante opened the door, just in time to hear Vergil let out a soft growl, restlessly turning over in his sleep.
The covers had been halfway tossed off and the rest of them had tangled in with Vergil’s legs, and it all unconsciously showed off a body that just recently had begun filling up to develop into what the lean muscles always had promised. Through a gap in the curtains a patch of moonlight shone in, enlightening the sweat that had plastered his hair to his forehead.
Dante barely registered any of this as he moved over to Vergil’s side, one thing alone on his mind.
Just as he was about to shake his brother into wakefulness, his twin groaned and turned once more, this time to lay on his back.
Reaching out once more, Dante noticed something from the corner of his eye, and his hand froze in mid-air.
Oh.
Well, maybe this wasn’t a nightmare after all.
Shaking his head to himself Dante started to make his way back to his own room. This wasn’t the kind of dream that he wanted to disturb his brother from.
A faint blush had, however, crept onto his face, even though he knew perfectly well that this was all natural. Dante was no stranger to sex, he was, after all, thirteen already.
Besides, he had always been curious by nature.
His brother let out a half-strangled groan, and for a second Dante didn’t know if he should stay for blackmail opportunities or run the hell out of there.
The sheer concept of that Vergil sounded like this was… well, it was unimaginable. His quiet and collected brother making sounds that he’d sooner expect from himself (though that thought disturbed Dante to admit) rather from Vergil. Anyone, but never from his twin.
Shuddering, Dante walked towards the door, intent on forgetting all of this.
That was, until he heard his brother half-groan, half-moan his name.
What-the-fuck?!
There was no way that Dante could describe what went through him when hearing those two syllables stretched out like that, the knowledge of that it was his twin who said that, racing through his mind at the speed of light.
Slowly, as if in a nightmare and he knew that the monsters were at his back, he turned around, looking at the bundle in the bed, seeing a gaze that though lust-filled, was all his brother. Eyes filled with the cold knowledge of things Dante hoped he’d never learn himself, a bright intelligence that despite his state was more prone to kill him than anything else.
“What are you doing in my room?”
Dante heard, by the sheer tone of Vergil’s voice, that what he wanted to say was more like: what-the-bloody-hell-are-you-doing-in-my-room-and-get-the-hell-out-before-I-do-something-I-will-regret! Not that Vergil ever raised his voice, it was still the cool melodic that always was used. However, Dante felt chills run down his spine, and in that moment Vergil could have frozen a volcano with the aura of cold fury he emaciated.
The younger of the tried to play cool, turning his palms upwards as he gave a shrug.
“I thought you had a nightmare.”
Vergil scoffed, but Dante acted as if he hadn’t noticed anything out of the usual, instead turning to leave.
“Well, as you can see I am quite fine. Now get out.”
The final words were muffled, because Dante had already closed the door behind him, and he fought to push all thoughts of his brother aside. Vergil was Vergil, and he always did strange shit.
Despite this the thoughts raced through his mind. Was his brother…? Naaaw. That was beyond weird and gross. He’d probably just startled him when he woke up. Had to be that. Yeah, that was it.
Still, hearing his name spoken like that….
Dante shivered from an unknown chill in his body, one that clothes couldn’t help against.
Despite everything, Dante hoped that, someday, someone would cry out his name like that and mean it.