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entrancelogs2007-07-02 08:36 pm
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[Log Complete]
Who: Vergil and Dante Sparda
Where: Dante's room
When: July 1st late afternoon, just as the mansion is changing for the new desert event.
Rating: R for swearing, blood and devil mating
Summary: Not long ago, Vergil owed Dante a favour for looking after him during his (once again) unstable behavior. Seems that with a little bit of underage drinking, Dante went a little too far.
The Story:
Damn.. Dante had been in quite the mood all evening.. with having no luck at all with the first chick he had come encounter with this whole damn... fiasco.. and.. Vergil just had to up and be a pecker head and make it worse.
The younger twin leaned back on the sofa lazily, almost forcing himself to sink between the pillows as he put his bare feet up, reaching for yet another bottle of miller (that he so happend to sneakily smuggle up to his room from the forbidden parts of the kitchen), before popping the cap off and guzzling its contents back; the flowing ambery liquid burning the entire way down as his vision contivision continued had almost started to double over.
"heh... oh well... shit happens.. guess I'll just hafta... relieve myself here." He giggled to himself, face red and flushed, he let the bottle slink out of his grasp as it spilled all over his chest and couch, then moving the very hand holding it to start caressing his belly. "been too goddamn long, and I need relief... right.. now..."
It must of been free demo night in the House of Dante as Vergil tried desperately not to look at his brother being an ass of himself again. He was only possibly a metre or so from across the room by the window with a book in hand trying to read before he had to give up completely. "Dante, honestly....What? No, come on. Get off it. There's a place for that and that's the bathroom. Don't trash the furniture it's not ours, show some respect, will you?"
Dante then closed his eyes, the fluid from the bottles dampening the sofa around him as he slid his slick hand up and towards his chest; fingers closing and rolling around one of his nipples as he completely ignored the request of the other inhabitant of the room. "...nnnngghh yeah... oh yeah.." He smiled, enjoying the slight volts of pleasure the touches were sending through his spine.
"Just like that baby.. yeah.." he cooed out in quiet whispers, fantasizing that the touching wasn't his own.
He uncrossed his legs and go out the chair, snatching the alcohol from him, "And I told you not to drink. You're not even legal yet. Want to kill your kidney? Honestly." He sighed deeply like a frustrated mother and went back to the window, holding the bottle outside. "Say bye bye, Danniboy"
With a bit of a lagged response, Dante's eyes widened as his flushed face went redder with frustration. "Noo! Wha... wah... what are you doin!??" He stumbled up off the sofa and moved towards the window, hands outreached for the bottle that his brother had so rudely taken from him. "You always take my stuff! GIMME IT BACK!!"
Vergil leaned further out the window, grabbing Dante's shoulder, "No, come on, I don't smoke, you don't drink. You're pissed out of your mind." He sneered as he slowly tilted the bottle sideways allowing a small portion to dribble out.
Angry, Dante grabbed Vergil's arm that was holding the bottle, hands shaking as he tried his hardest to grip his twin's limb tightly in some sort of attempted threat. "... Fucking aye, Vergil... I kicked your ass once, I can do it again... " he growled with a slur. "don make me repeat myself. GIVE IT BACK."
"N-mgh, Dante No! Let go you've had too much anyway!" Vergil yelled back, the shaky hands was making him loose the grip on the ice cold bottle as more began to gurgle out downwards outside. "Get a grip will you? Stop acting like an idiot, Stop for God's sake!" He tried to force him back but the position he was in was proving awkward.
Dante near panicked as he saw the liquid spill, immediately letting go of Vergil's arm and nearly throwing himself out the window to try and catch it, his body half leaning out as he desperately watched the fluid fall many stories down. "Now look what you did, asshole! Urgh I fucking hate you, Vergil!" He worked to push up and turn back towards his brother.
"You always make my life so fucking difficult, and you can't even spare me the ONE sort of relief I get!?? Why?? I.... I should-" his face went red suddenly, grimacing at the icky feeling in the pit of his tummy from getting worked up too quickly. Damn him. Damn Vergil and his stupid.. maturity.
Dante then opened his eyes wearily to see his brother again, skin white and almost glowing in the dim room light, silky tresses of white hair dangling around his carved facial frame whilst the rest of it being what seemed to be lazily pushed back. Something about him right then and there... Dante shook his head. Damn stupid Vergil. if he didn't look so damn good right now... he'd... urgh.
"....I'm doing this for your own good!" Vergil quickly said in an outburst and snagged his brother's waistband from his jeans and yanked him back from the window and threw the bottle as far as he could muster. He desperately held Dante back as he tried to dive out the window again, hearing the faint crash of glass down in possibly he thought, was the courtyard. "Getting drunk won't give you any bloody relief, you need to take a shower Dante, you reek of the junk. You'll only end up with a hangover that I'll be on the end of due to your competent whining. Give it up!"
A snarl from Dante. who the fuck does he think he is? His mother? "You can't tell me what to do, jerk-off!" As Vergil pulled him back, Dante suddenly felt himself lose balance and topple over backwards, falling back first straight onto his brother with enough force to take them both down to the hardwood floor as he grunted, Dante seeing the whole event in almost slow motion as he now lay ontop of him.
A snarl from Vergil, possibly from the weight, but also most likely from the alcohol on Dante's breath. He pulled a face and groaned darkly. "Urgh gross Dante get the fuck off! You're pissed!" he tried to budge his younger, more muscled brother off him, or at least get a decent support for himself, shifting his right leg up and his elbows to at least knock him off his front. "Come on, get off. you're heavy! Dante Now!"
Dante let out a groan as he lied there like a puddle of ooze ontop of his brother. "But.. hmmmmm you're so warmmm.." he said, shifting around to lie ontop of him belly-side down. He moved his head into the crook of his neck, taking in the familiar scent of his twin. "... oh Vergil... smell so good...." he trailed off, almost drooling ontop of his brother as he smiled.
"... why does this m-mansion have to be so cruel to us. A whore here and there during season is all I ask..... is that too much to give..?" Dante then whispered to what seemed to be nonchalantly.
Vergil winced and tried to crook his head as far back as he could go, tilting it slightly taking Dante's shoulder, trying to shift him. "Dante...No, the drink is talking, get off me. You want whores, go find some. Go find that succubus again if you must. You're heavy!"
Dante didn't move though, instead, he made himself furthermore comfortable, using one of his legs to arch itself between Vergil's thighs. "... naahhhh.. but isn't this so nice? You like the feeling of me being ontop of you? I-I know I dooo." He then cooed, nuzzling Vergil's cheek as his breathing began to labor a bit.
Vergil breathed deeply and signed, he couldn't deny it; he always adored for his twin to be like this, just to be soft and not swear, curse and pummel him down into the dirt. He tried to position himself so much that his twin wouldn't grind against his, while trying not to look like he was giving in. But his half lidded eyes were possibly admitting it more than his voice which he kept stern.
"Dante, this isn't the time nor place, come on. This is just the drink and your hormones talking. Think straight okay?"
Dante got up on his hands and knees and looked down on his brother that was now pinned beneath him. "... you don't want me, Vergil?" he said out sorrowfully, face still red and flushed from the alcohol he had taken in earlier. Vergil looked so goddamn good right then, sympathetic face with icy blue eyes that normally would terrify the life out of any high ranking demon.. but today..
today they seemed no less than calm... peaceful, yet still so very deep. He wasn't sure if it were because the alcohol daze or not, but one thing was certain, Dante wanted him to give in. The sooner, the better.
Vergil blinked and shook his head slightly. "What? N-no It's just...the booze is doing this to you....Dante?" Questioning himself as his baby bother pulled one of pitiful looks. He hated that look so much but he loved it just as more. he brought his hands up to his chest, desperately wanting to move the stray bangs from Dante's face to gaze longingly into his eyes. Not really something he would do on an everyday basis, but right now it just seemed somewhat..right. "Dante – I....?"
"you what, Vergil.." he then said with a pout. His brother was being stubborn. Thats so damn typical of him.. .not that Dante was all that quick to register his distant signs of surrendering; his mirror's eyes portraying a caring vibe that they normally lacked... or seemed to, anyway. Dante knew he was drunk, he could feel it. He could feel his stomach churning with the burning liquid... and he could feel his brain slowing down... but at this point, he didn't really care anymore. "Please, Vergil.. don't deny me this too... please.."
Those words hit him hard right there. Like holding a fish out of water desperate to return. Vergil's iris' dilated and he caught his breath. He could feel his heartbeat drumming loudly in his chest and he tried to speak but just ended up gasping empty words. His brother was pleading for him. Drunken, but rare. He was practically begging. He slowly brought his hands up to Dante's face, tucking the stray bangs behind his ears and then sliding his arms around his shoulder, slowly moving him down to near inches of his face. He'd treat him. this'll be his favour- on the house. "You going to let me kiss you?"
Dante only nodded as he felt his hair being tucked back. Well of course he wanted Vergil to kiss him. More than badly. His thighs burned as his lips tingled,( more than likely from the reminance of alcohol on them, but either way, it felt good. "Hurry it up then." He then whispered, eyes half lidding as his face had become close to his twin's.
Though he hadn't consumed any; the smell of the alcohol was affecting hims lightly and Vergil brought Dante down closer, tilted his head slightly and enclosed his lips over him. He could feel his brother becoming slack and shifted himself to take the weight.
With blissfully closed eyes, Dante let his brother connect lips with them, enjoying the cool taste of his twin, he slackened a bit more, moving off his hands and knees to lie ontop of his brother completely, rubbing his groin impatiently against Vergil's. He then began nipping his lips and letting out small huffs at the streams of pleasure that flowed their way just from this act alone... damn.. it felt so fucking good.
He moaned quietly, moving both legs up to brush himself harder against Dante as his hand gracefully feathered down his back and up again. slipping his tongue out to be nipped and sucked among small affectionate sounds, "Mnn~Dante" he mewed sweetly, "br-brother,"
Dante grinned against the lips of his brother as he felt Vergil oblige; he removed his mouth from his lips and made way towards his mirror's ear, biting down on it softly as the hand on his back began to send chills through his spine; causing him to growl impatiently. "If you're gonna touch me, d--do it s-somewhere worthwhile." he ordered angrily.
Vergil winced at that and moaned weakly again when he could feel Dante's hot breath against his neck. He moved his hands lower and pushed his waist up, bringing Dante's hips down so he could rub harder at Dante's groin, as well as not trying to completely turn into goop from all the attention he was receiving.
Dante then shuddered, the hairs rising high on his neck as he moaned out loudly. "Fucking a..... ah... Vergil.... with your hands... your hands... goddammit..." he said, biting down hard on his ear, drawing a slight amount of blood. He was growing really impatient by now, and was too beyond the point of clothed foreplay to enjoy it.
He whined a little, feeling the hot liquid trickle down his damp neck, "Ngha h- B-but Dante?" he asked, meekly tracing his hands around his brother's waistband and trying to undo the clasp clumsily.
"I-I'm tired of waiting... suck me now....." he muttered out brokenly, haphazardly moving upwards off his brother to sit up; having the grip lost on his belt in the process. Dante didn't let it go unattended for too long, however, immediately, shaky fingers weaved around it, desperately trying to undo the clasp, but to no avail, the task seemed nearly impossible in his drunken idiocy. "fucking... stupid.. belt." he said, face doused in a reddish pout.
"....here," Vergil replied dryly, moving Dante's hands away delicately and prying the belt away pulling the zipper down, already seeing his brother boxer looking extremely tight. He looked up at Dante to see how incredibly flustered he was and how he wished he had just thrown him off and gone to bed. Sex with Dante when drunk was never a pleasant one for him; always ended up doing something that he'd later regret or sting for in the morning. But then again, if he didn't comply, he'd get beaten into a pulp. What with him being so unstable at the moment, he shifted lower and pulled down his twin's boxers; licked his dry lips and kissed the head, slowly envolping it.
Dante's eyes shut slowly as he felt his brother's lips close over his cock, shifting back slightly and leaning back to enjoy the feeling of his wetness around him; the younger twin then suddenly gripped his brother's hair hard, forcing his head onto it further to take more of his dick in. "T-today... you fucking owe me." he uttered out demandingly.
He choked loudly, feeling the white thristles snub his nose. His damn hands were pinned underneath Dante's knees and he gagged. Trying to take more in; he kept having to control himself from reaching as the head kept hitting the back of his throat hard, persuading his body to vomit.
"Mmmmhmm s'matter V, having a hard time getting a taste of your own medicine?" He snarled, eyes going red in frustration as the gagging wasn't one bit near the kind of sucking he craved around his dick. Not one bit at all. "C'mon, suck it, bro." He brokenly uttered, hands releasing his head and put behind his back against the floor as they begun to slowly scale out into claws, carving their way down the wooden paneling.
Do as he says dammit, do it or get slaughtered. He croaked and brought his tongue to coil around his brother's shaft, taking long strokes to build up enough saliva to finally start making loud suction sounds and lapping the pre-cum oozing against his throat.
Dante arched his back, moaning out as the tongue coiled its way around his cock, he mewed and bucked, forcing it deeper into his brother's throat as scales continued to shrill their way down his spine, eyes shut tightly as the entire act was sending Dante quickly over the edge in his drunken state; he slowly began to lose self conciousness as the animal need to release his seed had soon taken over, both the man and the demon screaming for him to ejaculate into the hot depths of his brother's mouth. "God.. god yes... oohh V-Vergil...."
Vergil was beginning to see double vision as he was loosing his will to breath as Dante's cock tried to bury itself further inside him. Even through his watered eyes he could see tinges of red on his brother. He knew he was triggering and this could be seriously bad, specially in the position he was in. He hoped his pace in the sucking and biting would get him to come quickly before his throat got ripped inside or worse.
With a loud, distorted demonic rasp, Dante arched his back as his spine began to separate into wings, scales tearing through skin as his cock twitched within his twin's mouth, feeling the spines break out and tear his twin's cheeks and tongue as he came, squirting his hot fluids deep into Vergil's mouth, not pulling out even for a second to spare him of having to swallow it, his thorned cock pumped the seed out for all its worth as Dante had suddenly taken his full, demonic form in orgasm. It didn't last, however, for moments after he had finished his orgasm, bright red electric flashes were ommitted as Dante felt the last bit of energy he had within him drain out, hair falling back down onto his face as his hard shell reformed back into soft flesh. He remained still, panting, breathing hard as the world around him stirred from the harsh combination of alcohol, sex, and the brief shape shifting. "...V..Vergil.."
"....." He swear he could feel blood and cum ooze out from several different parts of his jaw and cheeks. His tongue felt smaller too. And it stung too hard to try and swallow, let alone breathe. Only a slight gasp and his legs trying to buck his brother off were the only signs of response he gave.
Dante slowly slid back, pulling his limp cock out whilst seeing it coated in blood upon release. He looked over to Vergil, who's face had blood oozing out from his mouth. Oh shit. He must have triggered again from the orgasm. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. "Shit Ver, y.. you're bleeding.." he said slurred, vision still fuzzy from the recent orgasm.
Vergil gurgled a cough and shoved Dante off hard with the use of his hands again, turning himself over and forcing to throw up anything lodged in his throat; along with a few scales. "Bash--rakd" he blurted and tried to crawl away from Dante, making rasping gaging noises.
Dante huffed out as he saw his brother throw up, suddenly feeling a slight pang of guilt in the pit of his gut for triggering while in his mouth like that.
Or maybe it was the liquor turning his stomach over.
Dante crawled back over to his brother and rubbed his back as he threw up. "I'm s-sorry... V.. I.. I dun know what came over me..." he said. Really he didn't, he didn't want to trigger on him.. the last thing Dante ever wanted to do was hurt his brother... even when drunk.
Vergil slapped away his brothers hand and staggered up, swaying for the bathroom and throwing his head into the toilet bowl, reaching hard; hacking up more dark blood and gargling out cursed words unfamiliar to his brother in tongue.
Dante worked his damnedest to suddenly stand up as he saw his brother rush to the bathroom, he would normally have been concerned about this, but in his drunken state, he was a bit too nauseous to register how much blood he was spitting out. ".. dun... urgh... dun hog it all to yerself now.." he uttered out as he leaned against the door, holding his stomach as it began to reject the liquor.
Vergil flipped his head round and hissed rawly, black blood dribbling down his face with iris' red. "FUCK OFF RUNT FUCK OFF!" He jabbed a sharp finger towards him "NO MOAR BOOZE UNDSHERSTAND!"
Vergil coughed and dribbled out more black blood, trying to hack it up into the bowl (but ended up spilling down the sides and onto the tiles, smearing everywhere) "whem I shaid a fabvor -- I dimbt meam gubbing mee" He gingerly moved his hand up to slowly prod at the holes in his cheek and throat, that were puckered and slowly healing.
"I didn't mean to gut you, okay? I said I was... urgh... " Dante put a hand to his stomach once more, trying to hold back any urge to vomit. "Sorry... you know the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you... I care about you, V. A lot."
"Alwachs say thinz you liez" he gurgled again. reaching for the sink and turning on the taps, finding nothing was coming out. "!? whuz?"
A shake of the younger twin's head in pity. "The taps are down... the only water we have is in the fridge, two gallons... and we should really try and make it last., because right now, its worth its weight in gold." Ever since the mansion's atmosphere had shifted yet again, things had been so weird... the halls were hot and desert like, and there were all sorts of monsters roaming about.
Vergil groaned heavily and crawled to the bathtub and threw himself in it gargling again, "...Back in hell" he managed to form a simple sentence with all relevant sounds. "Dante you...prick, Fucking hate you."
Ouch. Hate? He seriously didn't mean that. "I.. urgh... god I feel so fucking sick... " he uttered out, the blood spatters around the bathroom almost coming off as nauseating. "..... consider.. my deeds repaid."
Vergil lazily pointed his hand towards the toilet "It's free. clean up when done" He mumbled, staring at the tilled ceiling. "....I'm hungry too." He touched his throat again to scrap off the dry blood, licking the still wet substance remaining on his fingers, growling slightly.
A laugh from Dante, broken from the state of off going drunkenness and oncoming hangover. ".. figured... my jizz woulda tied you over a bit.. heh." he said rather brashly. Leave it to Dante to make a perverted comment out of any sort of situation.
Vergil snorted loudly, hacking up phelm and spitting it across the tiles rather ungentlemanly-like. "Stop talking out of your ass. That's where dicks go, nothing else. and no. It's probably gone down my windpipe so if I start choking again it's your fault. I hope you happy." He groaned and hung over the edge of the tub, trying to slick his hair back, fangs nibbling on his bottom lip. "Dante...I'm hungry."
"No Vergil... you can't go out on hunt." Dante told, regaining his pose. "I'm serious. You're not in hell, no one is going to punish you for not doing so, and I won't let you starve, okay?" he then put a thumb and forefinger to his temples. Dammnn... fucking headache. "We just... we j-just need to ration out what we have for now, okay?"
But Vergil's growled darkened, "No Dante....I'm hungry now. If you wont feed me I'll go find something myself." He would've at least made an attempt to crawl out of the tub but the blood was smearing everywhere and he felt like a spider in a cup. "I'm tired, I'm hot and I'm hungry. I get grouchy.....You don't like me when I'm grouchy..."
The younger closed his eyes. "no, I don't. You're right, because you piss and moan like a bitch, and it gets annoying." he said to him bitterly. "I don't think I'm in any g-good state to be cooking for you right now, but we have some French bread in the pantry i-if you want.."
He let out a long exhale and pulled himself out of the tub. Making a horribly sick "THUCK" sound and leaving a trail of dark blood remains smeared across the side of the tub and floor. Kinda almost like one of those horror movies where a man man likes to torture his virginal victims. Vergil brought himself up slowly and swayed out of the bathroom, landing a bloody hand on his brothers shoulder to give him some push to make it out and stumble to the kitchen.
With a sigh, Dante grabbed a towel and followed his brother out into the kitchen- knowing that it would be more than likely he would bleed like a pig while trying to eat. "Oi, Vergil- rationalize, okay? we're on a limit here.." he stuttered out. "Besides, is your mouth even well enough to eat?"
Vergil cracked his jaw and parted it, his fangs too elongated to close his mouth properly, "I can..manage..." he growled as he started to rummage around for the bread. "If we need more food, we go hunting, or..." "He looked at Dante with such a sinister smile, "stealing, you're good at that aren't you, little thief? Probably nothing too hard you haven't done before."
A cocked eyebrow as a response. ".... uhm... why?"
He brought out the loaf and started to break it into pieces "Survival of the fittest. I don't want to die of something so..meager. You can break into the rooms and steal their food. Simple isn't it?" he mused, tearing a smaller piece and passing it through his fangs.
What? Steal other's food? when its on a shortage like this? nooo. stealing booze was one thing, he had no other means of getting it and it was abundant... but here? this was different. "Don't be stupid, Vergil. I'll do nothing of the sort. That's dirty play, I'd expect someone as chivalrous as you to even understand that." he trailed off with a pout.
"When the odds are stacked against you and you're on your last stand, brother," he said it with so much love in such a twisted topic, it was unreal, "There is no honour left. You need to fight to survive. There are plenty of weaklings here."
"This isn't that though, Vergil. We're not animals...." he retorted almost sadly. "look at yourself, Vergil... you've changed so much since I've last seen you..."
He looked at him in silence for a long time, before Vergil replied dryly; "That's life...Dante."
He shook his head, looking down. "I don't like it. I don't like what this has made you... craving humans? Not even back then would you think of eating one." Dante couldn't help the pity in his tone. "Look at what Mundus has sculpted you into.. Its almost like you're.. fully one of them now." Dante turned away, trying to hide the tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them fall though. What would Vergil think if he saw him crying again? He wasn't a little kid anymore. "... a monster, Vergil. You've become a monster."
"......So now you're afraid of me?" Vergil replied back coldly. He could hear him sniffling. "Devils never cry Dante. It can't be helped. No one saved me. I am what I am now. Just what father was before he met mother.....If you want, I'll leave." he said, placing the bread back on the table and moving out of the kitchen to find his coat.
Dante looked up, wiping the wetness out of his eyes completely. "No Vergil.. please... don't leave me again.. I'm sorry I hurt you.." He ambled up to his brother precariously, almost wobbling from the multi-influences the evening had brought as he stopped and pulled Vergil into a tight hug. "please don't leave me all by myself again... please.. I'm sorry I didn't save you. I know I should have..." He buried his face into his shoulder. "Just don't go. I don't want to lose you again."
Vergil stood still and allowed his brother to cry over him. After a moment he turned around and kisses his cheek, slightly grazing with his fangs. "I will go to my room for a while. I will come back when I am well again. Understand Dante?" he whispered in a hiss, stroking his claws over his twin's neck.
Dante shook his head, still keeping it buried in his shoulder in refusal to allow his brother to see him crying. "No Vergil.. I don't want you to. I want to take care of you... I don't want to be alone anymore.. I missed you so much.. regardless of what Mundus has done to you, I still love you." he said brokenly. "And I want to make sure nothing else ever happens to you again..."
“Dante....I'm going to my room. There is food there." He replied frustrated.
He looked up slightly over his shoulder, still clutching him tight. "Then I'll go with you." he stated as a matter of factly.
Vergil sighed heavily, like a poor mother with reckless children. "I will call you once I have eaten. Agreed?"
Dante let out a pout, cheeks red and burning from the tears that had dried over them. "... you had better not be lying."
His elder brother gave him a fanged grin. "Have I ever lied to you?" he replied, hushing him gently.
A pause. ".............. yes. you have."
Vergil frowned, trying to recollect. "....oh. Well I'm not now."
Dante sniffled a bit, before bringing his tone back to normal. "you won't kill anyone, will you?
"As long as no one crosses my path." He replied darkly
Dante let out another pause, before deeply sighing and letting his twin go rather reluctantly. ".. okay... fine.."
Vergil gave a loving face and ran his fingers off his brother chin. "Hmm, good boy. Sweet boy Dante." he purred, turning to grab his coat and slip it on.
Dante grinned at his brother's praises; the first relief he had since... well, since his recent orgasm anyway. "You'll come back to my room as soon as you're done?" he questioned as he watched the blue silk drape around his mirror.
"Maybe....Depending on circumstances. If you wish, you may live with me." he said, adjusting his cuffs and picking up Yamato. He walked up to his brother again, his iris's already that red and slit like a cat.. He brushed up against him and moves his lips closer. "Wouldn't you like that Darling? To sleep with me?" he purred with almost ecstasy.
It was almost as if Dante was internally begging Vergil to kiss him as he could feel how very close his brother was- he was more than likely slightly puckering his lips at that very moment hoping that Vergil would oblige. ".... yeah... I would. Like old times." he mumbled nostalgically, remembering some of the interesting fiasco's the two shared in their mid teenage-hood AFTER they were again reunited. ".. I'd like that very much, bro."
Vergil leaned in and kissed him briefly, slipping his free hand around and below Dante's hemline, rubbing that little spot where he could make him buckle. "Mmm, good boy. You make me happy Dante," he whisperingly lusted, parting very slowly to tease. He knew how to keep him wanting. And with his fuzzy head and this....growing sense of heat? He wanted to set the balance right for his throat still felt raw.
Dante then felt his knees grow a bit weak in reaction to Vergil's brief kiss. Damn him.. he was toying around. And as usual, it drove Dante wild. Ah how he had missed this though... "I love ya, V. So don't off and get yourself killed... if you know whats good for you." he told him softly, nipping at his bottom lip briefly as somewhat of a warning.
Vergil hissed, showing who was the alpha male here. "Don't get diseased." He said quickly, baring his fangs again.
A frown. "Oh haha. Very funny." he stated sarcastically. "Look who's talking, mister 'eat whatever walks and still doesn't seem to be gaining any weight.'" He poked Vergil's tummy briefly. "really, we got to get some meat back on you, bro. You're so fragile."
"Agile Dante, I'm agile." He mocked. Nipping another kiss and then moving away to the door. "It's how I have survived so far."
Dante sighed out loudly at the sudden absence of being from his personal space. It was an empty feeling, seeing him walk off like that.. but... he'd be okay, right? He's right after all.. he has survived so far. "... just be careful, okay?" His tone had gone slightly concerned again, but he tried his damnedest not to show it.
"When have I never been?" Vergil lied again, opening the door to let sand slip in. With a raised brow he looked out of the hallway and then back at his brother. "I'll contact you when you may come.”
"... y-yeah... Okay. Take care, Vergil." he said, not at all liking the feeling of being left a lone again, but it was only temporary... right? Yeah, of course. What reason would Vergil have to lie to him about his? Dante saw no logic in it. Besides, although he did like being near him, Dante was hardly his dog, he didn't need to be following him around everywhere he went. Vergil would be just fine... its not like he was actually weak or anything, just slightly in a weak state of mind is all.
Where: Dante's room
When: July 1st late afternoon, just as the mansion is changing for the new desert event.
Rating: R for swearing, blood and devil mating
Summary: Not long ago, Vergil owed Dante a favour for looking after him during his (once again) unstable behavior. Seems that with a little bit of underage drinking, Dante went a little too far.
The Story:
Damn.. Dante had been in quite the mood all evening.. with having no luck at all with the first chick he had come encounter with this whole damn... fiasco.. and.. Vergil just had to up and be a pecker head and make it worse.
The younger twin leaned back on the sofa lazily, almost forcing himself to sink between the pillows as he put his bare feet up, reaching for yet another bottle of miller (that he so happend to sneakily smuggle up to his room from the forbidden parts of the kitchen), before popping the cap off and guzzling its contents back; the flowing ambery liquid burning the entire way down as his vision contivision continued had almost started to double over.
"heh... oh well... shit happens.. guess I'll just hafta... relieve myself here." He giggled to himself, face red and flushed, he let the bottle slink out of his grasp as it spilled all over his chest and couch, then moving the very hand holding it to start caressing his belly. "been too goddamn long, and I need relief... right.. now..."
It must of been free demo night in the House of Dante as Vergil tried desperately not to look at his brother being an ass of himself again. He was only possibly a metre or so from across the room by the window with a book in hand trying to read before he had to give up completely. "Dante, honestly....What? No, come on. Get off it. There's a place for that and that's the bathroom. Don't trash the furniture it's not ours, show some respect, will you?"
Dante then closed his eyes, the fluid from the bottles dampening the sofa around him as he slid his slick hand up and towards his chest; fingers closing and rolling around one of his nipples as he completely ignored the request of the other inhabitant of the room. "...nnnngghh yeah... oh yeah.." He smiled, enjoying the slight volts of pleasure the touches were sending through his spine.
"Just like that baby.. yeah.." he cooed out in quiet whispers, fantasizing that the touching wasn't his own.
He uncrossed his legs and go out the chair, snatching the alcohol from him, "And I told you not to drink. You're not even legal yet. Want to kill your kidney? Honestly." He sighed deeply like a frustrated mother and went back to the window, holding the bottle outside. "Say bye bye, Danniboy"
With a bit of a lagged response, Dante's eyes widened as his flushed face went redder with frustration. "Noo! Wha... wah... what are you doin!??" He stumbled up off the sofa and moved towards the window, hands outreached for the bottle that his brother had so rudely taken from him. "You always take my stuff! GIMME IT BACK!!"
Vergil leaned further out the window, grabbing Dante's shoulder, "No, come on, I don't smoke, you don't drink. You're pissed out of your mind." He sneered as he slowly tilted the bottle sideways allowing a small portion to dribble out.
Angry, Dante grabbed Vergil's arm that was holding the bottle, hands shaking as he tried his hardest to grip his twin's limb tightly in some sort of attempted threat. "... Fucking aye, Vergil... I kicked your ass once, I can do it again... " he growled with a slur. "don make me repeat myself. GIVE IT BACK."
"N-mgh, Dante No! Let go you've had too much anyway!" Vergil yelled back, the shaky hands was making him loose the grip on the ice cold bottle as more began to gurgle out downwards outside. "Get a grip will you? Stop acting like an idiot, Stop for God's sake!" He tried to force him back but the position he was in was proving awkward.
Dante near panicked as he saw the liquid spill, immediately letting go of Vergil's arm and nearly throwing himself out the window to try and catch it, his body half leaning out as he desperately watched the fluid fall many stories down. "Now look what you did, asshole! Urgh I fucking hate you, Vergil!" He worked to push up and turn back towards his brother.
"You always make my life so fucking difficult, and you can't even spare me the ONE sort of relief I get!?? Why?? I.... I should-" his face went red suddenly, grimacing at the icky feeling in the pit of his tummy from getting worked up too quickly. Damn him. Damn Vergil and his stupid.. maturity.
Dante then opened his eyes wearily to see his brother again, skin white and almost glowing in the dim room light, silky tresses of white hair dangling around his carved facial frame whilst the rest of it being what seemed to be lazily pushed back. Something about him right then and there... Dante shook his head. Damn stupid Vergil. if he didn't look so damn good right now... he'd... urgh.
"....I'm doing this for your own good!" Vergil quickly said in an outburst and snagged his brother's waistband from his jeans and yanked him back from the window and threw the bottle as far as he could muster. He desperately held Dante back as he tried to dive out the window again, hearing the faint crash of glass down in possibly he thought, was the courtyard. "Getting drunk won't give you any bloody relief, you need to take a shower Dante, you reek of the junk. You'll only end up with a hangover that I'll be on the end of due to your competent whining. Give it up!"
A snarl from Dante. who the fuck does he think he is? His mother? "You can't tell me what to do, jerk-off!" As Vergil pulled him back, Dante suddenly felt himself lose balance and topple over backwards, falling back first straight onto his brother with enough force to take them both down to the hardwood floor as he grunted, Dante seeing the whole event in almost slow motion as he now lay ontop of him.
A snarl from Vergil, possibly from the weight, but also most likely from the alcohol on Dante's breath. He pulled a face and groaned darkly. "Urgh gross Dante get the fuck off! You're pissed!" he tried to budge his younger, more muscled brother off him, or at least get a decent support for himself, shifting his right leg up and his elbows to at least knock him off his front. "Come on, get off. you're heavy! Dante Now!"
Dante let out a groan as he lied there like a puddle of ooze ontop of his brother. "But.. hmmmmm you're so warmmm.." he said, shifting around to lie ontop of him belly-side down. He moved his head into the crook of his neck, taking in the familiar scent of his twin. "... oh Vergil... smell so good...." he trailed off, almost drooling ontop of his brother as he smiled.
"... why does this m-mansion have to be so cruel to us. A whore here and there during season is all I ask..... is that too much to give..?" Dante then whispered to what seemed to be nonchalantly.
Vergil winced and tried to crook his head as far back as he could go, tilting it slightly taking Dante's shoulder, trying to shift him. "Dante...No, the drink is talking, get off me. You want whores, go find some. Go find that succubus again if you must. You're heavy!"
Dante didn't move though, instead, he made himself furthermore comfortable, using one of his legs to arch itself between Vergil's thighs. "... naahhhh.. but isn't this so nice? You like the feeling of me being ontop of you? I-I know I dooo." He then cooed, nuzzling Vergil's cheek as his breathing began to labor a bit.
Vergil breathed deeply and signed, he couldn't deny it; he always adored for his twin to be like this, just to be soft and not swear, curse and pummel him down into the dirt. He tried to position himself so much that his twin wouldn't grind against his, while trying not to look like he was giving in. But his half lidded eyes were possibly admitting it more than his voice which he kept stern.
"Dante, this isn't the time nor place, come on. This is just the drink and your hormones talking. Think straight okay?"
Dante got up on his hands and knees and looked down on his brother that was now pinned beneath him. "... you don't want me, Vergil?" he said out sorrowfully, face still red and flushed from the alcohol he had taken in earlier. Vergil looked so goddamn good right then, sympathetic face with icy blue eyes that normally would terrify the life out of any high ranking demon.. but today..
today they seemed no less than calm... peaceful, yet still so very deep. He wasn't sure if it were because the alcohol daze or not, but one thing was certain, Dante wanted him to give in. The sooner, the better.
Vergil blinked and shook his head slightly. "What? N-no It's just...the booze is doing this to you....Dante?" Questioning himself as his baby bother pulled one of pitiful looks. He hated that look so much but he loved it just as more. he brought his hands up to his chest, desperately wanting to move the stray bangs from Dante's face to gaze longingly into his eyes. Not really something he would do on an everyday basis, but right now it just seemed somewhat..right. "Dante – I....?"
"you what, Vergil.." he then said with a pout. His brother was being stubborn. Thats so damn typical of him.. .not that Dante was all that quick to register his distant signs of surrendering; his mirror's eyes portraying a caring vibe that they normally lacked... or seemed to, anyway. Dante knew he was drunk, he could feel it. He could feel his stomach churning with the burning liquid... and he could feel his brain slowing down... but at this point, he didn't really care anymore. "Please, Vergil.. don't deny me this too... please.."
Those words hit him hard right there. Like holding a fish out of water desperate to return. Vergil's iris' dilated and he caught his breath. He could feel his heartbeat drumming loudly in his chest and he tried to speak but just ended up gasping empty words. His brother was pleading for him. Drunken, but rare. He was practically begging. He slowly brought his hands up to Dante's face, tucking the stray bangs behind his ears and then sliding his arms around his shoulder, slowly moving him down to near inches of his face. He'd treat him. this'll be his favour- on the house. "You going to let me kiss you?"
Dante only nodded as he felt his hair being tucked back. Well of course he wanted Vergil to kiss him. More than badly. His thighs burned as his lips tingled,( more than likely from the reminance of alcohol on them, but either way, it felt good. "Hurry it up then." He then whispered, eyes half lidding as his face had become close to his twin's.
Though he hadn't consumed any; the smell of the alcohol was affecting hims lightly and Vergil brought Dante down closer, tilted his head slightly and enclosed his lips over him. He could feel his brother becoming slack and shifted himself to take the weight.
With blissfully closed eyes, Dante let his brother connect lips with them, enjoying the cool taste of his twin, he slackened a bit more, moving off his hands and knees to lie ontop of his brother completely, rubbing his groin impatiently against Vergil's. He then began nipping his lips and letting out small huffs at the streams of pleasure that flowed their way just from this act alone... damn.. it felt so fucking good.
He moaned quietly, moving both legs up to brush himself harder against Dante as his hand gracefully feathered down his back and up again. slipping his tongue out to be nipped and sucked among small affectionate sounds, "Mnn~Dante" he mewed sweetly, "br-brother,"
Dante grinned against the lips of his brother as he felt Vergil oblige; he removed his mouth from his lips and made way towards his mirror's ear, biting down on it softly as the hand on his back began to send chills through his spine; causing him to growl impatiently. "If you're gonna touch me, d--do it s-somewhere worthwhile." he ordered angrily.
Vergil winced at that and moaned weakly again when he could feel Dante's hot breath against his neck. He moved his hands lower and pushed his waist up, bringing Dante's hips down so he could rub harder at Dante's groin, as well as not trying to completely turn into goop from all the attention he was receiving.
Dante then shuddered, the hairs rising high on his neck as he moaned out loudly. "Fucking a..... ah... Vergil.... with your hands... your hands... goddammit..." he said, biting down hard on his ear, drawing a slight amount of blood. He was growing really impatient by now, and was too beyond the point of clothed foreplay to enjoy it.
He whined a little, feeling the hot liquid trickle down his damp neck, "Ngha h- B-but Dante?" he asked, meekly tracing his hands around his brother's waistband and trying to undo the clasp clumsily.
"I-I'm tired of waiting... suck me now....." he muttered out brokenly, haphazardly moving upwards off his brother to sit up; having the grip lost on his belt in the process. Dante didn't let it go unattended for too long, however, immediately, shaky fingers weaved around it, desperately trying to undo the clasp, but to no avail, the task seemed nearly impossible in his drunken idiocy. "fucking... stupid.. belt." he said, face doused in a reddish pout.
"....here," Vergil replied dryly, moving Dante's hands away delicately and prying the belt away pulling the zipper down, already seeing his brother boxer looking extremely tight. He looked up at Dante to see how incredibly flustered he was and how he wished he had just thrown him off and gone to bed. Sex with Dante when drunk was never a pleasant one for him; always ended up doing something that he'd later regret or sting for in the morning. But then again, if he didn't comply, he'd get beaten into a pulp. What with him being so unstable at the moment, he shifted lower and pulled down his twin's boxers; licked his dry lips and kissed the head, slowly envolping it.
Dante's eyes shut slowly as he felt his brother's lips close over his cock, shifting back slightly and leaning back to enjoy the feeling of his wetness around him; the younger twin then suddenly gripped his brother's hair hard, forcing his head onto it further to take more of his dick in. "T-today... you fucking owe me." he uttered out demandingly.
He choked loudly, feeling the white thristles snub his nose. His damn hands were pinned underneath Dante's knees and he gagged. Trying to take more in; he kept having to control himself from reaching as the head kept hitting the back of his throat hard, persuading his body to vomit.
"Mmmmhmm s'matter V, having a hard time getting a taste of your own medicine?" He snarled, eyes going red in frustration as the gagging wasn't one bit near the kind of sucking he craved around his dick. Not one bit at all. "C'mon, suck it, bro." He brokenly uttered, hands releasing his head and put behind his back against the floor as they begun to slowly scale out into claws, carving their way down the wooden paneling.
Do as he says dammit, do it or get slaughtered. He croaked and brought his tongue to coil around his brother's shaft, taking long strokes to build up enough saliva to finally start making loud suction sounds and lapping the pre-cum oozing against his throat.
Dante arched his back, moaning out as the tongue coiled its way around his cock, he mewed and bucked, forcing it deeper into his brother's throat as scales continued to shrill their way down his spine, eyes shut tightly as the entire act was sending Dante quickly over the edge in his drunken state; he slowly began to lose self conciousness as the animal need to release his seed had soon taken over, both the man and the demon screaming for him to ejaculate into the hot depths of his brother's mouth. "God.. god yes... oohh V-Vergil...."
Vergil was beginning to see double vision as he was loosing his will to breath as Dante's cock tried to bury itself further inside him. Even through his watered eyes he could see tinges of red on his brother. He knew he was triggering and this could be seriously bad, specially in the position he was in. He hoped his pace in the sucking and biting would get him to come quickly before his throat got ripped inside or worse.
With a loud, distorted demonic rasp, Dante arched his back as his spine began to separate into wings, scales tearing through skin as his cock twitched within his twin's mouth, feeling the spines break out and tear his twin's cheeks and tongue as he came, squirting his hot fluids deep into Vergil's mouth, not pulling out even for a second to spare him of having to swallow it, his thorned cock pumped the seed out for all its worth as Dante had suddenly taken his full, demonic form in orgasm. It didn't last, however, for moments after he had finished his orgasm, bright red electric flashes were ommitted as Dante felt the last bit of energy he had within him drain out, hair falling back down onto his face as his hard shell reformed back into soft flesh. He remained still, panting, breathing hard as the world around him stirred from the harsh combination of alcohol, sex, and the brief shape shifting. "...V..Vergil.."
"....." He swear he could feel blood and cum ooze out from several different parts of his jaw and cheeks. His tongue felt smaller too. And it stung too hard to try and swallow, let alone breathe. Only a slight gasp and his legs trying to buck his brother off were the only signs of response he gave.
Dante slowly slid back, pulling his limp cock out whilst seeing it coated in blood upon release. He looked over to Vergil, who's face had blood oozing out from his mouth. Oh shit. He must have triggered again from the orgasm. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. "Shit Ver, y.. you're bleeding.." he said slurred, vision still fuzzy from the recent orgasm.
Vergil gurgled a cough and shoved Dante off hard with the use of his hands again, turning himself over and forcing to throw up anything lodged in his throat; along with a few scales. "Bash--rakd" he blurted and tried to crawl away from Dante, making rasping gaging noises.
Dante huffed out as he saw his brother throw up, suddenly feeling a slight pang of guilt in the pit of his gut for triggering while in his mouth like that.
Or maybe it was the liquor turning his stomach over.
Dante crawled back over to his brother and rubbed his back as he threw up. "I'm s-sorry... V.. I.. I dun know what came over me..." he said. Really he didn't, he didn't want to trigger on him.. the last thing Dante ever wanted to do was hurt his brother... even when drunk.
Vergil slapped away his brothers hand and staggered up, swaying for the bathroom and throwing his head into the toilet bowl, reaching hard; hacking up more dark blood and gargling out cursed words unfamiliar to his brother in tongue.
Dante worked his damnedest to suddenly stand up as he saw his brother rush to the bathroom, he would normally have been concerned about this, but in his drunken state, he was a bit too nauseous to register how much blood he was spitting out. ".. dun... urgh... dun hog it all to yerself now.." he uttered out as he leaned against the door, holding his stomach as it began to reject the liquor.
Vergil flipped his head round and hissed rawly, black blood dribbling down his face with iris' red. "FUCK OFF RUNT FUCK OFF!" He jabbed a sharp finger towards him "NO MOAR BOOZE UNDSHERSTAND!"
Vergil coughed and dribbled out more black blood, trying to hack it up into the bowl (but ended up spilling down the sides and onto the tiles, smearing everywhere) "whem I shaid a fabvor -- I dimbt meam gubbing mee" He gingerly moved his hand up to slowly prod at the holes in his cheek and throat, that were puckered and slowly healing.
"I didn't mean to gut you, okay? I said I was... urgh... " Dante put a hand to his stomach once more, trying to hold back any urge to vomit. "Sorry... you know the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you... I care about you, V. A lot."
"Alwachs say thinz you liez" he gurgled again. reaching for the sink and turning on the taps, finding nothing was coming out. "!? whuz?"
A shake of the younger twin's head in pity. "The taps are down... the only water we have is in the fridge, two gallons... and we should really try and make it last., because right now, its worth its weight in gold." Ever since the mansion's atmosphere had shifted yet again, things had been so weird... the halls were hot and desert like, and there were all sorts of monsters roaming about.
Vergil groaned heavily and crawled to the bathtub and threw himself in it gargling again, "...Back in hell" he managed to form a simple sentence with all relevant sounds. "Dante you...prick, Fucking hate you."
Ouch. Hate? He seriously didn't mean that. "I.. urgh... god I feel so fucking sick... " he uttered out, the blood spatters around the bathroom almost coming off as nauseating. "..... consider.. my deeds repaid."
Vergil lazily pointed his hand towards the toilet "It's free. clean up when done" He mumbled, staring at the tilled ceiling. "....I'm hungry too." He touched his throat again to scrap off the dry blood, licking the still wet substance remaining on his fingers, growling slightly.
A laugh from Dante, broken from the state of off going drunkenness and oncoming hangover. ".. figured... my jizz woulda tied you over a bit.. heh." he said rather brashly. Leave it to Dante to make a perverted comment out of any sort of situation.
Vergil snorted loudly, hacking up phelm and spitting it across the tiles rather ungentlemanly-like. "Stop talking out of your ass. That's where dicks go, nothing else. and no. It's probably gone down my windpipe so if I start choking again it's your fault. I hope you happy." He groaned and hung over the edge of the tub, trying to slick his hair back, fangs nibbling on his bottom lip. "Dante...I'm hungry."
"No Vergil... you can't go out on hunt." Dante told, regaining his pose. "I'm serious. You're not in hell, no one is going to punish you for not doing so, and I won't let you starve, okay?" he then put a thumb and forefinger to his temples. Dammnn... fucking headache. "We just... we j-just need to ration out what we have for now, okay?"
But Vergil's growled darkened, "No Dante....I'm hungry now. If you wont feed me I'll go find something myself." He would've at least made an attempt to crawl out of the tub but the blood was smearing everywhere and he felt like a spider in a cup. "I'm tired, I'm hot and I'm hungry. I get grouchy.....You don't like me when I'm grouchy..."
The younger closed his eyes. "no, I don't. You're right, because you piss and moan like a bitch, and it gets annoying." he said to him bitterly. "I don't think I'm in any g-good state to be cooking for you right now, but we have some French bread in the pantry i-if you want.."
He let out a long exhale and pulled himself out of the tub. Making a horribly sick "THUCK" sound and leaving a trail of dark blood remains smeared across the side of the tub and floor. Kinda almost like one of those horror movies where a man man likes to torture his virginal victims. Vergil brought himself up slowly and swayed out of the bathroom, landing a bloody hand on his brothers shoulder to give him some push to make it out and stumble to the kitchen.
With a sigh, Dante grabbed a towel and followed his brother out into the kitchen- knowing that it would be more than likely he would bleed like a pig while trying to eat. "Oi, Vergil- rationalize, okay? we're on a limit here.." he stuttered out. "Besides, is your mouth even well enough to eat?"
Vergil cracked his jaw and parted it, his fangs too elongated to close his mouth properly, "I can..manage..." he growled as he started to rummage around for the bread. "If we need more food, we go hunting, or..." "He looked at Dante with such a sinister smile, "stealing, you're good at that aren't you, little thief? Probably nothing too hard you haven't done before."
A cocked eyebrow as a response. ".... uhm... why?"
He brought out the loaf and started to break it into pieces "Survival of the fittest. I don't want to die of something so..meager. You can break into the rooms and steal their food. Simple isn't it?" he mused, tearing a smaller piece and passing it through his fangs.
What? Steal other's food? when its on a shortage like this? nooo. stealing booze was one thing, he had no other means of getting it and it was abundant... but here? this was different. "Don't be stupid, Vergil. I'll do nothing of the sort. That's dirty play, I'd expect someone as chivalrous as you to even understand that." he trailed off with a pout.
"When the odds are stacked against you and you're on your last stand, brother," he said it with so much love in such a twisted topic, it was unreal, "There is no honour left. You need to fight to survive. There are plenty of weaklings here."
"This isn't that though, Vergil. We're not animals...." he retorted almost sadly. "look at yourself, Vergil... you've changed so much since I've last seen you..."
He looked at him in silence for a long time, before Vergil replied dryly; "That's life...Dante."
He shook his head, looking down. "I don't like it. I don't like what this has made you... craving humans? Not even back then would you think of eating one." Dante couldn't help the pity in his tone. "Look at what Mundus has sculpted you into.. Its almost like you're.. fully one of them now." Dante turned away, trying to hide the tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them fall though. What would Vergil think if he saw him crying again? He wasn't a little kid anymore. "... a monster, Vergil. You've become a monster."
"......So now you're afraid of me?" Vergil replied back coldly. He could hear him sniffling. "Devils never cry Dante. It can't be helped. No one saved me. I am what I am now. Just what father was before he met mother.....If you want, I'll leave." he said, placing the bread back on the table and moving out of the kitchen to find his coat.
Dante looked up, wiping the wetness out of his eyes completely. "No Vergil.. please... don't leave me again.. I'm sorry I hurt you.." He ambled up to his brother precariously, almost wobbling from the multi-influences the evening had brought as he stopped and pulled Vergil into a tight hug. "please don't leave me all by myself again... please.. I'm sorry I didn't save you. I know I should have..." He buried his face into his shoulder. "Just don't go. I don't want to lose you again."
Vergil stood still and allowed his brother to cry over him. After a moment he turned around and kisses his cheek, slightly grazing with his fangs. "I will go to my room for a while. I will come back when I am well again. Understand Dante?" he whispered in a hiss, stroking his claws over his twin's neck.
Dante shook his head, still keeping it buried in his shoulder in refusal to allow his brother to see him crying. "No Vergil.. I don't want you to. I want to take care of you... I don't want to be alone anymore.. I missed you so much.. regardless of what Mundus has done to you, I still love you." he said brokenly. "And I want to make sure nothing else ever happens to you again..."
“Dante....I'm going to my room. There is food there." He replied frustrated.
He looked up slightly over his shoulder, still clutching him tight. "Then I'll go with you." he stated as a matter of factly.
Vergil sighed heavily, like a poor mother with reckless children. "I will call you once I have eaten. Agreed?"
Dante let out a pout, cheeks red and burning from the tears that had dried over them. "... you had better not be lying."
His elder brother gave him a fanged grin. "Have I ever lied to you?" he replied, hushing him gently.
A pause. ".............. yes. you have."
Vergil frowned, trying to recollect. "....oh. Well I'm not now."
Dante sniffled a bit, before bringing his tone back to normal. "you won't kill anyone, will you?
"As long as no one crosses my path." He replied darkly
Dante let out another pause, before deeply sighing and letting his twin go rather reluctantly. ".. okay... fine.."
Vergil gave a loving face and ran his fingers off his brother chin. "Hmm, good boy. Sweet boy Dante." he purred, turning to grab his coat and slip it on.
Dante grinned at his brother's praises; the first relief he had since... well, since his recent orgasm anyway. "You'll come back to my room as soon as you're done?" he questioned as he watched the blue silk drape around his mirror.
"Maybe....Depending on circumstances. If you wish, you may live with me." he said, adjusting his cuffs and picking up Yamato. He walked up to his brother again, his iris's already that red and slit like a cat.. He brushed up against him and moves his lips closer. "Wouldn't you like that Darling? To sleep with me?" he purred with almost ecstasy.
It was almost as if Dante was internally begging Vergil to kiss him as he could feel how very close his brother was- he was more than likely slightly puckering his lips at that very moment hoping that Vergil would oblige. ".... yeah... I would. Like old times." he mumbled nostalgically, remembering some of the interesting fiasco's the two shared in their mid teenage-hood AFTER they were again reunited. ".. I'd like that very much, bro."
Vergil leaned in and kissed him briefly, slipping his free hand around and below Dante's hemline, rubbing that little spot where he could make him buckle. "Mmm, good boy. You make me happy Dante," he whisperingly lusted, parting very slowly to tease. He knew how to keep him wanting. And with his fuzzy head and this....growing sense of heat? He wanted to set the balance right for his throat still felt raw.
Dante then felt his knees grow a bit weak in reaction to Vergil's brief kiss. Damn him.. he was toying around. And as usual, it drove Dante wild. Ah how he had missed this though... "I love ya, V. So don't off and get yourself killed... if you know whats good for you." he told him softly, nipping at his bottom lip briefly as somewhat of a warning.
Vergil hissed, showing who was the alpha male here. "Don't get diseased." He said quickly, baring his fangs again.
A frown. "Oh haha. Very funny." he stated sarcastically. "Look who's talking, mister 'eat whatever walks and still doesn't seem to be gaining any weight.'" He poked Vergil's tummy briefly. "really, we got to get some meat back on you, bro. You're so fragile."
"Agile Dante, I'm agile." He mocked. Nipping another kiss and then moving away to the door. "It's how I have survived so far."
Dante sighed out loudly at the sudden absence of being from his personal space. It was an empty feeling, seeing him walk off like that.. but... he'd be okay, right? He's right after all.. he has survived so far. "... just be careful, okay?" His tone had gone slightly concerned again, but he tried his damnedest not to show it.
"When have I never been?" Vergil lied again, opening the door to let sand slip in. With a raised brow he looked out of the hallway and then back at his brother. "I'll contact you when you may come.”
"... y-yeah... Okay. Take care, Vergil." he said, not at all liking the feeling of being left a lone again, but it was only temporary... right? Yeah, of course. What reason would Vergil have to lie to him about his? Dante saw no logic in it. Besides, although he did like being near him, Dante was hardly his dog, he didn't need to be following him around everywhere he went. Vergil would be just fine... its not like he was actually weak or anything, just slightly in a weak state of mind is all.