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Log [complete]
Who: Dante and Vergil
Where From the Garden, to Dante's room, floor 11
When: August 2, afternoonish
Rating: NC-17 for twincest mansex. (please. Expected anything different? *snerk*)
Summary: Dante goes off to find a tired Vergil after he's escaped the Queen and Mirrorverse, and once he does, the older twin finds his behavior awkward. Eventually, Vergil forces Dante to tell him what happened with his 'punishment', they get the stitches out of his chest, and then shower off... together... and.. do dirty stuff. :DTHEN THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. For now.
the Story:
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It was still grey and with the loudly rustling of the foliage around, it was obvious it was to rain soon. Departure of the Mirrorverse had left Vergil with time to think and contemplate on the current events. He wasn't sorry for what he did. He just wished humans acted more like the cattle they were. Brainless simpletons. His head spun as he breathed hard, muscles sore and head light. Not really the condition to be dealing with sorting out tactically a maze. If he had Yamato, he would've cut a path straight through, but the thistles tempted him not with his bare hands. He really wasn't up for anything right now apart from collasping of exhuastion.
Mirrorverse? what the hell was Vergil talking about?
Dante wasn't really so sure.. but he said he was in the garden.. stuck in the maze.. Dante had seen some of its widths from his room window.. and it did, look pretty thick and hazy. He never imaged that he'd actually have to go through it, however.
Vergil was in there though, gotten himself lost. Mirrorverse. Yeah right.. maybe Vergil was losing his mind too.
Thunder roared as Dante had finally made it through some of the Garden Maze, the smell of rain starting to cloak the air as he continued on. Dante wasn't wearing his normal attire today, no, his coat was draped over the couch in Vergil's room.. while his pants had been torn off by the wall when... Walter.. yeah. Forget that thought. Today, he had managed to throw on a semi-loose pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.. to cover up the stitches he had yet to remove in his chest. He'd do it later, when he'd have the time to tear them off from his closed flesh... ouch.. yeah, it would hurt alright.
Dante came to a halt within some of hte maze, seeing that he had found himself in a 4-way entry, with all identical paths.
Man.. this seemed hopeless. If only he could control his devil trigger... he could fly over this maze...
"Vergil?? Vergil where are you?" he called out, cupping his hands arond his mouth to try and amplify his voice.
Luckily for the older twin, the wind was in favour and carried his younger twins voice over effectively. However he was unable to pin-point it exactly; the wind, oncoming storm and greenage rustling made it all too difficult.
"Dante?!" he yelled as hard as his vocal cord would let him, feeling the hoarseness from what the Queen had done to him earlier, still feeling twinges of pain now and again also in his chest damn bitch.....
He looked around, anything that could be used as a signal. No monuments or easy light statues to at least hold up, not even a fountain to let him run towards the sound of water.
It was a hard effort, his mind weak and tired, but he attempted to conjure up several of his ghostly summoned swords, sending one up into the air and hover while the others slowly circled their master.
"Use your bloody head Dante," he croaked, "...Figure it out..."
Dante instantly turned as something bright had caught the corner of his eye, and he heard it crash into something.
Summoned sword. He must have been close.
Dante began to stride in the direction he had caught slight glimpse of the bright, blue energy, ambling slowly and cautiosly incase there were any sign of him from any other direction; until he made his way towards the left path. "Vergil!! Was that you?" He shouted once more, continuing down the garden way.. hoping that it was the right one towards his brother. "Where are you? You alright?"
If I was alright I wouldn't be here asking for help now would I?...
He sent another one up, staying in the air for longer this time, gasping slightly
at how hard it was to perform such (what was normally) a simple (if not dark)
magic task. He fell to one knee and focused hard to keep the others from faded
and shattered on the gravelled floor.
"Dante.... Just Find me!" He yelled out, feeling his head spin again with the loud outburst.
Dante made his way around the corner as another summoned sword made its way forth, nearly hitting him in its run. He shreiked and stepped back for a moment, before finally making full way around the corner and catching sight of a figure on one knee, leaning over slightly within the distance.
"Vergil?" he asked rather quietly, not quite so sure if it was him or not.. for this man was wearing... a black coat?
Finally...
"What...took you so long idiot?" He grunted, letting his mind relax and the remaining blades shatter, slowly rising up, holding his chest, breathing laboured.
"Were you planning on leaving me to ctach a cold or die first?"
Dante immediately went to assess his brohter, moving with a bit of subconcious caution, before then slowly crowching down to try and help him up.. suddenly, though, he paused- gingerly combing a few fingers through his soft hair... almost semi- in a daze as he glanced over his brother.
... man, never before had he been so glad to see him.
But he snapped out of it soon enough.
"I.. I'm sorry, I've been busy." he uttered, looking over his brother. He seemed to be cleaned up, rather fatigued-looking, but for the most part, tidy.. and a new coat. Huh. Wonder where he got that. "... You look exausted.."
"I've had better days..." Vergil replied wearily. "I hope you remembered the way out." he also added quietly.
If he had the energy, he would probably smile; his only support was his lifeline. Always had a knack for finding him, even when he hid away so bad Dante would seek him out like a bloodhound to a fox.
"Busy enough to ignore your brother, I see." He meant it to come out as a joke but he couldn't quote get his tone right and came out cold. He hoped that Dante wouldn't take it personally.
Dante looked away, semi- angry, but also a bit guilty. Sure. Ignore him. Like he really had a choice....
Be he ignored it the comment. Instead he just stood up. "The exit isn't very far from here, you were almost there." He said rather blankly. "Are you hurt? You think you can walk?"
Thunder suddenly began to rumble once more. Seemed that they may not beat the rain. Oh well. Shit happens.
"We better hurry... smells like its gonna rain." Really there weren't far from the exit... as soon as they'd make it to the four-way, they'd take a right, follow that path in its curb, take another left at the spit, follow it on and then it would lead them out. Dante was rather suprised Vergil managed to tucker himself out this badly just by wandering around the maze (as far as he knew, anyway); but he figured he probably got lost a rather long time ago.
Silly Vergil..
almost there?
"I...can walk." Vergil mustered, leaning onto his brother, "just help me ...please?"
His throat felt sore and the top of his mouth dry as the rain began to drizzle in.
great, wet and bloody
"Dante...You're wearing a shirt?"
Okay now see, that was worrying. He knew his brother would never wear a shirt, even on cold days back home.
But then again, they weren't home so really...yeah.
He hesitated a bit when his brother leaned on him, not enjoying the close contact so much. He wasn't sure why he didn't like having someone that physically close to him like this... but it... well, just sortof made him nervous.
Which was stupid. This was Vergil for fucks sake.
He worked to try and shake off the feeling as he gradually let himself help support his brother.
"mmm.. well, you know.. I figure... maybe I should be wearing more clothes... since season's almost over.. yannow?" he said to his brother softly. He began to walk towards the way they came from, Dante soon appreciating the feeling of the rain falling over them. It was nice and cool against his skin... and subconciously in will to keep the feeling going, he began to walk a little slower.
"True...It's nearly finishing....maybe that's why I started killing...I don't know, I'm sorry.." Vergil trailed off, detecting something wrong with his brother.
This place had messed them up big time. Not ever did he find himself killing recklessly now. And never Dante wearing a shirt even out of season home it was like this, He scowled slightly. He blamed it all on the Red Queen. She brought them here, and she would pay for all this.
Vergil groaned slightly, his chest aching again as the Queen's after effect of her punishment reminding him again of his debt to her. He winced when the rain hit him. It stung. He hated feeling this weak. so much for being the son of a legendary knight.
"mmm... We'll manage, okay? Its no big deal. People here don't seem to permanently die anyway. They'll be fine.. we'll be fine." Yeah.. he sortof.. learned this one first hand, not that Vergil needed to know that. With a deep sigh, he continud to support his brother, making way out and beyond their last corner; just before finally hitting the exit of the maze and entrance to the courtyard, the manor doors in plain sight.
"... here we are. It wasn't rocket science, bro." He said sortof jokingly, the rain hastening. "Now lets get inside.. before you get sick..."
He grunted at that last remark.
He would've clipped him around the ear for that if it was just as simple as him wondering into the maze.
Vergil probably thought Dante figured he'd completely lost it and made up the whole Mirrorworld jazz as a pathetic excuse for his weakness.
With a deep sigh, he grabbed his chest with one hand and slung the other around his twin.
".....Fine."
Dante shivered as the hand had abruptly swung around him... but he then took the arm in his hand to help furtherly support his brother as they made their way in... wanting to kick himself for being so jumpy.
"There's food in my room, we'll manage there, okay? and you can have a shower... and.. yeah.." he trailed off, pushing the door open slightly as he guided himself and his twin inside, both now drenched from the rain.
Eheh.. good thing this was a black T shirt...
"Yeah....Dante, are you afraid of me now?" It wasn't a seriously quetion, just a concern. He felt him twitch as he looked at him through his blood soaked bangs. Biting his lip hoping he wouldn't actually say what he dreaded.
In a place like this; that was the last thing he wanted to here from the only person he cared about.
"It's your room, I'll take the couch."
Dante closed his eyes, releived that the halls were empty. Must be a slow day... supposedly things had calmed down ever since he had entered 302... suprisingly.
He then began to aid his brother up the stairs, knowing that they did have a bit of a long way to go, he was sure that maybe a little conversation could keep their mind off of it.
... or something.
"... what? N-no, don't be stupid. You're my brother." He said, trying to sound reassuring.. but for some reason, he felt so fucking.. akward.
"anyway... no.. I'll take the couch.. I'd much rather anyway... I can sleep infront of the TV that way.." he finished, changing the subject abruptly.
"But you took the couch in my room...I don't want you too, I mean- I don't want to take the bed. It's your room.."
He struggled with the stairs, his leg muscles pounding with pain with every step. He clung to Dante tighter.
What surprised Vergil the most was as they headed up the stiars, he saw no sign of his previsouy victims. Most of them had been killed near the stairs and no blood was viewable. Even the 2nd floor window where Leon (god his left thigh throbbed thinking about that, the bullet was still inside) had broken out of was fixed and clean as a whistle.
"I'm sorry Dante," He broken the silence of their footsteps and the rain pattering the panes. "I shouldn't have done it at all."
Vergil seemed to be struggling with the stairs.. Dante assumed it was probably his lack of eating and malnutrition.. it always handicaps their healing quite a bit.. Vergil.. why did he never eat, anyway? Probably still getting used to human food?
"... we can't change the shit thats happened Verge.. just make sure we don't do it again.. thats all." he said offly as they continued forward... passing their 4th flight of stairs. Great. six more to go...
"I know but still...I should've just listened to you..I should've refused help from humans...look what it's done to me?" He said bitterly, clingnig tighter to his brother's waist.
"This place needs a fucking escalator." he hissed also.
Dante laughed slightly, counting in his head as they made way up... 5.. 6... 7... 8 flights... they were doing okay.. the'y make it..
"I agree, you shouldn't have killed all those people. But its not your fault entirely... if I had never done what I did to you in the first place, we probably would have never had this issue to begin with.." and if he had listened to Vergil and practiced Devil Trigger... he coulda flown his way up to the room rather than have to walk it. Rrgh.
"Maybe we're not meant to be here after all." Vergil questioned himself out loud. "I think that Queen has something planned for us Dante....And I don't like it."
God what floor where they on now? He couldn't see trees from the windows so they must be nearly there right? In all though really, the older brotehr just wanted to collapse right there. He coudln't believe how tired he had made himself from carelessly killing and running; not to mention the Queen's punishment.
All his training of endurance for nothing, really.
Dante finally stopped when they had gotten to the eleventh floor, feeling releived that they had finally made it, he slowly helped his brother along to walk down the halls, his expression changing into utter curiosity when Vergil mentioned something about a queen.
"... what? Queen?" Maybe he was just losing his mind again... The sooner they get to the room, the better.
Vergil looked at Dante,
"I'm not messing, She's real! When I went to et your guns she stopped me!
Pulled me into the mirror. Y-you believe me right Dante?"
he begged, trying not to trip over his feet.
.. okay, Dante knew now that all this fatigue must be getting to him. His brother has been so fragile lately, after all.. He blamed that on Mundus.. that motherfucker.
"Of course I beleive you.. sounds awful." Dante said reassurinly, almost as if Vergil were a young child that he was trying to comfort. "Lets get you back to the room and some food in your belly.. I know I'm starving.." And Beer.. he'd make sure to knock back plenty of those when he returned once this was all finished. Long since overdue, indeed.
Vergil nodded and managed to reach his brother's room in a stable piece, leaning against the wall and looking across and back the hall in case anyone was to jump out of the walls with holywater and pitchforks.
"Okay..."
Dante unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping back to allow his brother entry. "Go on... its just been me... and there's still some food left in there." He finished, remembering the unopened chips and junkfood he had left in there before he went to live in Vergil's room. Surly anything in the fridge that wasn't alchohal though, was more than likely expired. He'd have to clean it out.. sometime... whenever..
Vergil dragged his feet in and took a few steps before turning to his brother.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?....You think I've lost my mind and All I've said was nothing but fables...isn't that right?"
After closing the door behind them, Dante had already gone into the kitchen and picked himself up a beer and a bag of pretzels, making his way back to the sofa and easing himself down- this act excited a hiss from him, the stiches in his chest stretching and pulling skin as he bent down to seat himself. He set down the pretzels and made an attempt to covertly feel over his chest above the shirt.
Goddammit. Getting those out was REALLY gonna suck.
But for now, he gave his brother a sympathetic smile.
"... no, no, I really beleive you.. just relax for now.. I'm here with you, so no matter what it was that had gotten to you, its over now." he tried to say. No, he didn't really beleive his brother.. nor did he beleive Vergil had gone completely insane, but he did know how sensitive his mind could be in rough situations.. hence these last few days.
Dante now wanted to kick himself tenfold for letting Walter take him away from his brother for that long.. what if someone had gotten to him? Hurt him? ... luckily, he seemed okay, for the most part..
Vergil couldn't be assed to do anything himself except to sway his way round the sofa and thrown himself down next to his brother. Throwing his heavy blood-stained mud-soiled boots on the coffeetable infront and sigh heavily.
He opened his mouth to say something but forgot quickly what it was, runinga hand over his face and to pinch his brow. Sighing again.
Vergil shifted nad dunked his hand into the pretzels, and shoving a huge wod into his mouth.
God the salty piece of crappy carb never tasted so good ever.
There was an akward silence between them as Dante had packed away nearly half the bag of pretzels and his entire drink... he was still hungry of course, hungry as fuck; but he didn't feel like porking himself out infront of Vergil... he wasn't sure why, he never really had a problem wiht it before.. but today... today he felt different.
He felt generally different around his twin today.. distant... alienated maybe. He couldn't put his finger on it.. but it was so damn akward. He couldn't stand it anymore. With careful precision not to stirr the same mistake he did when sitting down and agitating his stitches, he slowly lifted himself up and rubbed his own hair apathetically.
".. I... I'm going for a shower... you can have in there when I'm finished if you want.." he finished, moving up to leave for the bathroom.
It was stupid to think that Vergil wouldn't have been able to sense a disturbance in Dante's mood. He had finished the pretzels by the time Dante had moved away from the sofa. He knew something was wrong.
Was it him? for what he did? He killed huamns before back home, Dante would yell and priss but a few hours later he was fine. Was it because that it was someone that vergil remotely had a neautral interest in?
Or maybe,...just maybe that the man Walter wasn't lying at all....
"You want me to come with you?"
Dante really didn't like declining his brother when it came to a shower... normally, he loved taking showers with his brother. They'd always feel and play and prod and wash eachother and... yeah... all that fun stuff.
But... Not today...
"No no.. just relax.. I won't be long. Unless you want in first I guess.." he said as he got near the bathroom door, pushing it open. Now that Dante looked at Vergil in this light.. he could see the tips of his hair were still caked in blood. Hmm..
"No." Vergil mustered out sternly, rising to his feet and wobbling for the sudden action.
"Something's wrong. You never say no to that question. Something's wrong Dante!"
"Please," he asked, reaching out his hand, "Tell me?"
The last time he saw him this fidgetety was when he first returned from the underworld. It took sucha long time for Dante to trust his older brother again (mainly the stupid rumour thath he would eat him but come on, guy's gotta have limits) Vergil didn't like it.
"I know something has happened to you....Dante....He contacted me....what did he do to you?"
To be honest, he dreaded the anwser
He froze in his steps; expressiong suddenly going morbid.
"... he.. contacted you?" Dante asked, not turning around to face his brother as he was halfway through the bathroom door.
"Yes," Vergil said bleakily.
"He's posting sick things on the message board."
Dante stopped, and turned towards his brother, expression near blank.
"Its lies. Hes trying to scare you." he finally said. "... nothings happened." His voice was calm, before turning to go back into the bathroom.
"Several people have your body parts...or what was them." Vergil whispered, loud enough for his brother to hear.
"I had to beg him to stop."
... Suddenly he felt ashamed...
But it wasn't long before this turned into anger.
It wasn't his fault. Well, maybe it was. But he wasn't fucking weak. And of all people, his brother didn't need to know. No, Dante didn't want his brother to know.
That fucker. He tore him to shreds, gave peices of him away to all his friends, KILLS him, and then makes the one person who really matters to him think down on him.
Fuck it all.
"NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED, VERGIL. JUST FUCKING SHUT UP AND DROP IT!!!" he yelled, before entering the bathroom and slamming the door hard behind him.
Taken back by the outburst, he felt his chest pang. Vergil strode (wearily) to the bathroom door and kicked it.
"Don't lie Dante! Tell me what happened! Something happened to you! Dante!"" he called out as best he could, twisting the bathroom doorknob.
He winced, if he was any better he could've blown the door to sawdust.
He panted and leant against the frame.
"Please....Dante, Just. Just come out and talk to me, little brother?"
Maybe words would work rather than fists this time.
He heard his brother plea through the door, and it hurt.. but he didn't want to talk about it... he didn't at all.
"I don't want to talk about it." he said, seating himself upon the toilet and removing his shirt. He was going to get these fucking stiches out... now.
"Dante if you don't open this door I swear on our mother's life I will smelt down your sword, cast it onto silver bullets and shoot myself in the head with your guns."
He clawed at the door before totally giving up and sliding down against it.
"Please. I listen to you, don't I? Why can't you tell me?"
He began to pull on the wire, hissing loudly at it... subconciously not using enough force to break his flesh.
"... becuase... ." he said grumpily, still budging at the seam in his chest. "nnnn!! I.. I don't know."
Vergil's ears picked up....hissing?
"Dante......What are you doing in there?"
He paused at the tugging, the area around where he was working reddened and irritated. "... I'm showering." he replied faltly.
"I don't hear the water running." Vergil said, getting up slowly, ears pricking for any slight sound.
The younger twin then reached over and turned the water on, just to drown out the sounds of his workings. "I'm fine, Vergil. Go eat or something. There's more food in the kitchen."
"...You sure? Nothing wrong?" He called, as he slowly back away from the door.
Dante sighed, temporarily giving up on the stitches. "... everything is fine." he said, then digging through the drawers to try and find plyers.. or something that could help work the wire out.
"Swear on Mom's life?" he asked out loudly. Dropping his coat and clearing a path of the end of the room to the door.
Dante went silent... as he stopped his rumaging, finding it useless. Damn Vergil.. that was fucking cheap.
"Dante?" Vergil called out again, almost sickly sweet. "I said; do you swear on Mother's life? You're not lying now are you?"
He bent his knees against the wall; if Dante said no, he would break that door down no matter what.
Dante finally stopped all of his efforts on his chest and opened the door himself, surrendering. "... no, I don't." he said almost sadly. ".... you have a lot of nerve asking me that.."
Vergil woulda said something in his little triumph but fell off the wall and to the floor when he gaped hard at Dante's chest.
"...Wh.....WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO TO YOU?" He screamed loudly in panic, picking himself up and running to his twin, eyes unable to keep off from the horrible stitchwork in Dante's chest.
Dante wasn't suprised at Vergil's reaction... though he really didn't like it. He tried to cover them with his hands. "... he... roughed me up a bit... because of what I did to Henry. Its not a big deal, Vergil.. I'm okay, really." he told flatly. He was now.. his organs had all grown back, and other than being a little jittery, he was for the most part okay.
"You lie!" He hasrshly slapped Dante across the face then garbbed his chin to look back at him.
"You fucking lie he didn't rough you up! He fucking carved you! Didn't he!? didn't he?! Oh God Dante what did he do to you?! I should've stayed with you! He would've killed me instead. It was my fault!"
Dante's face went red as Vergil had slapped him... the hit taking him by utter suprise. He then felt his chin being forced in place as he had to look at his brother.. to look at his pained expression.
The younger hated it. He hated seeing Vergil hurt like this. He had to come clean. "Vergil... its not your fault.. you didn't know.." A hand moved to the side of Vergil's face, stroking it softly.
"... we should have just left Henry alone.. I should have.. I mean. I made a big mistake, and I paid for it."
He didn't flinch when his twins hand touched his cheek. He scowled hard with bitterness and pain.
"Dante...." He spoke sternly, "What did he do to you , why are those ......things in your chest?"
Really though. He should've never accepted the humans help in the first place.
Dante removed his hand from his twin's cheek, closing his eyes. He didn't want to mention everything that happened.. he couldn't even remember all of it really, half the time he didn't even have eyes to see with. Still though... at this point, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore.
"... after you left.." he stopped for a moment, hesitating. "... he came with some kid.. and they attacked me, shooting with silver to stun me off before.. he forced me into the wall and jabbed me in place with this bizzare sword.. by then, the kid was gone." He would continue the pausing now and then, trying to remember as much as he could.
"... after that.. he.. he tortured me personally, before taking me to room 302.. part of the way through that, he had taken my eyes.. and some other things.. so I really can't remember too much after that.. and three days later... he.. he finally killed me." Dante finished painfully.
"When I finally woke up, these were in my chest... and then I went to go find you."
His hand slipped from Dante and fell heavily. If Vergil had forgotten the ability to cry it would probably be unearthed now as he could feel his eyes burn, his mouth gaping.
"He....he killed you?" It was hard to register, "N-no. Dante No. You.....he's a hu- No Dante! You lie! Don't mess with me alright? Now tell me you just got drunk and you did this to yourself, please?" he chocked, grasping onto Dante's shoulders and shaking him slightly.
Dante scratched the back of his head, would Vergil take that over what he's just told? He'd prefer it if he did.
But it didn't matter now. He knew that even if he tried to say that it probably wouldn't pass very well.
"... he's not human, Vergil.. I don't know what he is, but he really seemed to like it all too much." the younger looked away shyly. "... please... lets just leave them alone. I don't want to have anything to do with any of them anymore. I-I want to forget its all even happened."
He could tell from the entry conversations he wasn't any normal human..but having confirmation that he wasn't?
Vergil threw his arms around Dante, feeling sick at the pit of his stomach. His stupidity and blindness had allowed his only family to have been...opperated on by a fucking madman.
He clutched him tightly, biting hard on his tongue to stop him sobbing uncontrollably. That was the last straw.
no one touches my fucking baby brother and gets away scot free....no one....
This was it. He had enough. They would play shadow now. Stay away from the humans and their monterous twisted fun. And if any came and even touched his brother. He'd make them pay worse than what that sonofabitch Walter did to his Dante.
He pulled back, "Come on, let's get those....stitches out of you. I'll help."
He rested his head onto Vergil's shoulder breifly, letting his arms wrap around him in return. .. begore he felt his brother pull back.
"... okay." he mumbled, the smell of blood all over Vergil still. "... then.. you'll shower with me?" He rubbed the back of his hand idly, hoping that he'd still want to. "... we can get that stench out of your hair."
Vergil rubbed his eyes and smiled weakily.
same old Dante
"s-sure, we'll shower together....I'm surprised my hair hasn't fallen out yet." he joked.
Dante idly moved forward and ruffled his twin's hair a little. "Looks like it could break off... with all that blood dried in there." he kidded in return, working to change the previous subject and mood to the best extent he could.
"You think I use too much wax?" Vergil asked laughing slightly. Finally feeling comfortable as he slid his hand around his twin's waistband
The younger stepped back suddenly and hesitated, cowering away at Vergil's sudden movement...
"um.. sorry." he then said akwardly... he didn't know what his own deal was.. but he couldn't help it.
"...I understand,...sit down. I'll find something to get that shit out of you." he said, letting his hand slide from Dante and left the bathroom, to the kitchen, rumaging through the drawers.
Dante idly sat and listened as his brother had begun to rumage, feeling bad. Desperately he wanted to say something, anything to break this akwardness between them. "... so.. what have you been up to.. these last few days..." he went off. Dante knew he said something about 'the queen', but he wasn't sure if that were Vergil's fatigue talking or not.
All he could find was a steak knife. It would do really.
Vergil came back and knelt down to his brother, running his fingers over the wire and screwing his nose. Slipping the blade under one of the loops and slowly breaking the dry blood and rust.
"I've just been stuck in a room....Nothing else."
A tight wince as the knife came close to him. It made him very, very nervous, for that was how walter had split him in half in the first place. Well, aside from the chainsaw. He tried to stay off the thought though.. he wasn't there anymore.. he wasn't in room 302. He was in his room, floor 11; here with his twin. It was all alright now. "... a room? How did you get stuck?" he then asked, curiously.
Witha grunt, he flicked the blade up but it slipped past the wire and to his muoth. With a curse he threw the blade away and lent in to gnaw at it with his teeth. Finding it to prove more useful, despite the stray strands splitting his lip.
Once cut threw, he slowly and gently pulled it out, feeling it snag inside but doing his best to hold the skin taught enough.
"When I went to get your guns and Yamato, she came and fucked with my mind, making me recreate when we lost mother and other toturous memories. She sucked me into a mirror and there I was for several days with no food or water. I managed to get out and I ended up in the garden. That's all really."
Dante closed his eyes tight; hissing now and then as skin was pulled. He tried not to look at it though, and he also tried to remain still while Vergil worked it.
"... did you get hurt? Did anyone try to kill you?" He said, eyes still shut tight. "Man Ver... of all the messes we've been in.." Okay, maybe this wasn't as bad as SOME, but it was still pretty bad.
He spat out the wire and rubbed his lips, working on the next shoddy stitch.
"Only the Queen did, she said she would have me spared, but what I went through was disgusting...." he grunted, ripping another one out followed by another, spitting and blowing the splinters out.
"I know I know...But we're together again...that's all that matters, now keep still I'm nearly done here.."
Dante let out a small complaining moan as Vergil pulled out yet another. He was afraid he'd tear his skin, and from what he was feeling, Vergil wasn't being very gentle... though surly the only way to get them out would be by force anyway.
"... I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you.." he then worded softly. "... you aren't mad at me, are you?"
Vergil pulled a deep splinter from his lip, with a few left to go. He could see his brother's skin quickly working on healing the lost tissue from the holes and the surrounding skin changing to a much healthier colour.
"It's okay Danny, I know you would've tried if you knew. I'm not mad at you. I'm just disappointed at myself for letting this happen."
The younger twin opened up one eye, running a hand over the holes that began to close up, the skin around them still a little reddened.
"You couldn't of known... you just went to get our stuff, its not your fault either..."
"No....it's not." he spoke through his teeth as the last wire strand came out and he spat it loudly to the floor in a little pile.
He got up and checked his mouth in the mirror. "No spiceyfood a while for me." he clicked his tongue and ran his hands under the cold water tap, wiping his mouth and chin. "As if I haven't got enough red on me already."
Dante opened his eyes and once again grazed the line up his chest with his palm, watching it close and begin to vanish. It was nice... nice seeing his body finally in one peice again. "...Thanks... for helping me get those out.." he started again. "... now... I guess to return the favor.. I'll wash your hair?" Yes, Dante wanted that shower. Right now.
"Yuo can't even wash you hair properly, what makes you think I'll let you do mine?" Vergil smugly replied, licking his cuts over again. Zipping and peeling his vest of his body, wincing at how it began to at a point, conjeal to his skin.
A frown from the younger.
"Okay okay, well then we can just rub dicks together or something?" he said vulgarly. He still felt a bit akward right now... but that didn't always stop Dante from being Dante.
"Just get in the shower." Vergil grunted shoving him aside so he could sit on top of the toilet to yank his boots off.
"I swear your brain is situated down there anyway.."
He moved aside idly as he stepped behind the screen, sliding it away to pull the knob and have the water cascade through the shower spiget as he then removed his pants and kicked off his boots; soon after to step in.. making well sure to turn the water up all the way. "Take your time then, bro.." he joked, grabbing the shower gel from the side panel and rubbing it over his chest from where the stitches once were.
"You're kidding?" Vergil scoffed, throwing the rest of his darkly stained clothes into a heap and moved into the shower, waving his hand at the ploom of steam. "You think I like being covered in blood and entrails?" Running a finger down his brother's spine.
Dante quivered as he felt the finger make its way down his spine.. not in a bad way this time, though.. but moreso in an excited way.
Maybe this was all he needed.. he could already feel himself starting to warm up to his brother again.
"mmmm c'mere then." he cooed, taking the bottle and squirting a handful into his palm. "Let me scrub you clean then. Get all that nasty shit off ya."
The elder twin didn't wait for another second as he slipped his hands around Dante's waist, mixing the gel and pulled him close to his body. Sighing pleasantly at the hot water and the feeling of his twin nakied next to him.
"Well what are you waiting for Dante?" he spoke quietly. "Clean me up~"
Dante was taken by slight suprise as his brother had pulled him close, but he didn't panic or shudder this time... no, instead, he did something different.
Old habits came back to him slowly as he then started to rub his ass against Vergil's crotch, trying to work his brother up into some excitement. "mmmm... can't if you're back there.." he whispered quietly, head slightly leaning back to allow the running water drape over his face. It felt so damn good... Dante soon nearly forgot of all their recent predicament as he began to gradually lose himself in the slowly rising steam of their hot shower.
No matter what sort of fight.. or what sort of situation they had gone though.. showers like these never failed to bring Dante's mind to peace. Never.
"Hmmm, then maybe I should clean you first?" Vergil whsipered, moving his hands along Dante's chest spreading the cleaning gel. Rubbing his fingers over the little buds and placing kisses along Dante's neck.
Dante's eyes closed blisfully as Vergil's hands grazed his chest... feeling his mouth work over his neck. "mmmhmmm..." he began to moan softly, "Bu-but I'm not the dirty one here~" He meant that in more than just requiring scrubbing, needless to say. A hand moved back and felt over Vergil's cheek, wiping some of the soapy gel onto it as he continued to grind against his twin's front, slowly and precisely.
Vergil let out a soft moan, sucking on his brother neck as he could feel the hot water slip between them and his errection slowly get harder.
"Dante~" he growled affectionately, running his hands down his brother's thighs and then inside, coiling round his shaft and slowly lubricating it.
Dante moved his head to the side, puckering his lips slightly, almost subconciously as he began to rock his hips into Vergil's hand.. the water between them and the steam intensifying as it began fogging up the atmosphere of the bathroom; only adding to the sensual acts they were committing. Dante began to moan slighty.. wanting Vergil to tug him harder.
"Dun tease.. bro.. mmm" he reached down and placed his hands over his brother's, urging him to move quicker over his dick. "please.."
Vergil's other hand slid over his brothers and below to cup his balls as he moaned softly against Dante's ear from his errection's friction.
"Hmmm...And we're supposed to be cleaning here....I was just making sure every part of you was thorough..." he purred deeply, resting his head on Dante's shoulder.
Dante began to slightly pant, looking down beyond his belly as his breathing quickened the moment Vergil had grabbed his balls... for some reason, that area was always particularily sensitive to Dante... and even slightly touching it usually got him very, very worked up... he felt himself soon enough grow extremely hard.
"nnmm you're such a fucking tease... you know that?" he said, then leaning forward to rest his hands on the tiles infront of him. Always a fucking tease.. but what else is to be expected of Vergil?
"Yes, I do. But I know you love it brother..." Vergil mused as he continued to kiss his brother's neck and fondle down below, the gel working a lovely strawberry scented lubriacant and he squeezed and fingered around, leaning forward to find his own errection, to put it where it belonged.
"Come on Dante, moan for me ~"
Dante began to moan and mew slightly; continuing to fight to mold his body with his own't twin's as he pressed himself even harder against Vergil. The hot water was dripping off of the tip of his cock now, taking small droplets of precum with it as Vergil continued to play with him.
"mmhmmmm Verr--Vergil.." he brokenly, yet still encouragingly whispered.
"I think it's time I satisfied you brother~" Vergil nipped Dante's ear and slowly moved his hand away from his brother's aching shaft to his buttocks, slipping a finger inside and wiggling it deep.
"Don't forget to wash behind you ears now."
He suddenly gasped as he felt a finger enter him, not enjoying the feeling of his dick being unattended to so quickly, but also savoring the new sensation of Vergil's finger wiggling around inside of him; Dante was taken completely off guard by this.
Why the fuck did he find that so... hot...
The younger twin leaned forward against the tiles, the water driveling its way down his back while he began to writhe a bit.. his muscles tried to once again, adjust to his brother's finger. Its not the first time they've done this... oh no, but of course, his devils blood made it damn well feel like it every time.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to rejoice or fucking curse that.
"Vergil.. Vergill... just do it.. I don't need to be prepared... just please do it.." he wibbled, forehead resting against the wall infront of him as he then used it for further support.
He always loved it when he was needy.
"Steady now. I won't be as good as I normally am alright?" he cooed as he slowly pulled his finger out. Taking a deep breath, Vergil lifted one foot up on the side of the tub and slowly pulled Dante onto his throbbing errection, pushing through the ring and feeling his brother's muscles slowly swallow his length.
He let out a maon of his own, tilting his head back as he pulled Dante down to his hilt and growlled pleasnatly. Letting the good feelings flood him as well as the hot water on his skin.
Dante moaned loudly as he felt the the thickness enter him, his body slackening and slowly loosening up for Vergil.
He remembered near instantly now, having nearly forgotten any sort of good sensation due to these last several days. Oh.. but how he always adored the feeling of Vergil's cock.. how thick it was like his own... how well Vergil could control it to have it jerk and cum just at the right time.. and well.. basically, everything. There were a ton of things about his twin that drove him crazy, (some not in good ways); but his dick? That was one of the many things about his brother that he could always appreciate.
Fingers pressed upon the tiles as the red twin found his balance against it, using the wall itself as an opposing force to hold himself up as he suddenly began to rock upon his brother's dick, wanting so badly to take it inside deeper.
"... s' okay... Vergil.. mmmhmmm.. I'll help.." He said softly, deviously smiling. "... wouldn't wanna... hnn...push you too far, would we?"
He had to resist the urge to ejectulate prematurely when Dante emitted his maon and the inside muscles flexed and tightened against his cock.
Slipping his arms round Dante's waist again, he hugged him tightly as he slowly pulle dnad pushed himself out, other hand reaching for his brother's needy dick and started to stroke it.
"Of course no Dante....I know you care in your unique way~" he moaned, nipping at his ear.
He flinched at the nip, his own movements increasing; feeling Vergil's hands slide around his waist to help the friction between them intensify. It wasn't too long before Dante's jerking around became sparattic as the hand between his legs worked his own restless sex.
"Thats it Vergil... mmm.. ohgod so good.. your fucking dick... drill me more.." he began to utter to him praisingly, he wasn't sure if he were really trying to motivate his brother... or just turn himself on even more. Either way, it was doing wonders to his own arousal as he bobbed back and forth, one way onto Vergil's dick, whilst the other into his hand. Dante's panting increased madly; wanting so bad to feel Vergil's thickness spill inside of him.
He grunted and thrusted, Vergil moaned hard, biting Dante's neck as he tried to control himself from coming too quickly.
Oh how fucking wrong this was but so fucking good, well they always did say the best things were always the worst.
His brother's pleas were driving him on as he pushed harder and strained to go deeper, to just rub against Dante's sweetest spot.
"MMmmm,,...Yes...Dante...Dante Fuck yes....mine....oh hell yesss~"
It wasn't too much longer before the sensations of Vergil's dick inside of his body, the hand clasped infront of him and the heated atmosphere had all become too much for him, and with one last moan, he came hard; his own seed spilling forth and cloaking the tiles infront of him while his ass began milking Vergil's cock; eyes completley rolling back as the water draping onto them only seemed to prolongue his cumming as he completely lost all feeling in his fingers and toes.
Vergil refused to pull out as he came and felt all his energy suddenly escape him. He gripped onto Dante to stop himself from slipping and cried out loudly. The hot water felt so fucking damn good on his skin, breaking the blood and his hair totally covering his blistfully shut eyes as he panted softly.
Dante was still returning to his senses as the water around them had suddenly begun to get cold; feeling the last of Vergil's orgasm rush deep inside him, the heat expanding to his lower belly and thighs; the final sign of them both completing their sex.
He felt Vergil then clasp onto him hard, almost as if he were using Dante as support. The younger twin panted and smiled, turning off the water spiget; leaving the sound of their harsh breathing and the dripping of water off of their bodies left in the aftermath, as he still paused to try and catch his breath.
"Verge..." Dante finally said, reaching for a towel next to the screen and once again opening his eyes, but not moving from his spot so he could still support his exausted twin. "... you're.. you're really pushin.. pushing yourself too hard nowdays..." He finally said playfully, throwing the towel behind him so it would land on Vergil's face.
Vergil shook his head to get the towel out of his face. slowly pulling himself out of his brother and climbing out of the shower.
"Urgh....whatever...." he said, rubbing his hair, still finding clumps of blood amung it. "I'll be better tomorrow. I promise....okay."
The younger twin gave him a playful slap to the ass as he climbed out. "no... tomorrow.. I'll be better." he corrected. Next time, it would be his turn.
He still felt a little bashful about what had happened these last few days, but who knows? Maybe it wouldn't come up again.. sure, it would take awhile for him to shake off the nervous feelings he'd get, but with his brother around.. it may be sooner than expected.
Maybe.
Where From the Garden, to Dante's room, floor 11
When: August 2, afternoonish
Rating: NC-17 for twincest mansex. (please. Expected anything different? *snerk*)
Summary: Dante goes off to find a tired Vergil after he's escaped the Queen and Mirrorverse, and once he does, the older twin finds his behavior awkward. Eventually, Vergil forces Dante to tell him what happened with his 'punishment', they get the stitches out of his chest, and then shower off... together... and.. do dirty stuff. :D
the Story:
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It was still grey and with the loudly rustling of the foliage around, it was obvious it was to rain soon. Departure of the Mirrorverse had left Vergil with time to think and contemplate on the current events. He wasn't sorry for what he did. He just wished humans acted more like the cattle they were. Brainless simpletons. His head spun as he breathed hard, muscles sore and head light. Not really the condition to be dealing with sorting out tactically a maze. If he had Yamato, he would've cut a path straight through, but the thistles tempted him not with his bare hands. He really wasn't up for anything right now apart from collasping of exhuastion.
Mirrorverse? what the hell was Vergil talking about?
Dante wasn't really so sure.. but he said he was in the garden.. stuck in the maze.. Dante had seen some of its widths from his room window.. and it did, look pretty thick and hazy. He never imaged that he'd actually have to go through it, however.
Vergil was in there though, gotten himself lost. Mirrorverse. Yeah right.. maybe Vergil was losing his mind too.
Thunder roared as Dante had finally made it through some of the Garden Maze, the smell of rain starting to cloak the air as he continued on. Dante wasn't wearing his normal attire today, no, his coat was draped over the couch in Vergil's room.. while his pants had been torn off by the wall when... Walter.. yeah. Forget that thought. Today, he had managed to throw on a semi-loose pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.. to cover up the stitches he had yet to remove in his chest. He'd do it later, when he'd have the time to tear them off from his closed flesh... ouch.. yeah, it would hurt alright.
Dante came to a halt within some of hte maze, seeing that he had found himself in a 4-way entry, with all identical paths.
Man.. this seemed hopeless. If only he could control his devil trigger... he could fly over this maze...
"Vergil?? Vergil where are you?" he called out, cupping his hands arond his mouth to try and amplify his voice.
Luckily for the older twin, the wind was in favour and carried his younger twins voice over effectively. However he was unable to pin-point it exactly; the wind, oncoming storm and greenage rustling made it all too difficult.
"Dante?!" he yelled as hard as his vocal cord would let him, feeling the hoarseness from what the Queen had done to him earlier, still feeling twinges of pain now and again also in his chest damn bitch.....
He looked around, anything that could be used as a signal. No monuments or easy light statues to at least hold up, not even a fountain to let him run towards the sound of water.
It was a hard effort, his mind weak and tired, but he attempted to conjure up several of his ghostly summoned swords, sending one up into the air and hover while the others slowly circled their master.
"Use your bloody head Dante," he croaked, "...Figure it out..."
Dante instantly turned as something bright had caught the corner of his eye, and he heard it crash into something.
Summoned sword. He must have been close.
Dante began to stride in the direction he had caught slight glimpse of the bright, blue energy, ambling slowly and cautiosly incase there were any sign of him from any other direction; until he made his way towards the left path. "Vergil!! Was that you?" He shouted once more, continuing down the garden way.. hoping that it was the right one towards his brother. "Where are you? You alright?"
If I was alright I wouldn't be here asking for help now would I?...
He sent another one up, staying in the air for longer this time, gasping slightly
at how hard it was to perform such (what was normally) a simple (if not dark)
magic task. He fell to one knee and focused hard to keep the others from faded
and shattered on the gravelled floor.
"Dante.... Just Find me!" He yelled out, feeling his head spin again with the loud outburst.
Dante made his way around the corner as another summoned sword made its way forth, nearly hitting him in its run. He shreiked and stepped back for a moment, before finally making full way around the corner and catching sight of a figure on one knee, leaning over slightly within the distance.
"Vergil?" he asked rather quietly, not quite so sure if it was him or not.. for this man was wearing... a black coat?
Finally...
"What...took you so long idiot?" He grunted, letting his mind relax and the remaining blades shatter, slowly rising up, holding his chest, breathing laboured.
"Were you planning on leaving me to ctach a cold or die first?"
Dante immediately went to assess his brohter, moving with a bit of subconcious caution, before then slowly crowching down to try and help him up.. suddenly, though, he paused- gingerly combing a few fingers through his soft hair... almost semi- in a daze as he glanced over his brother.
... man, never before had he been so glad to see him.
But he snapped out of it soon enough.
"I.. I'm sorry, I've been busy." he uttered, looking over his brother. He seemed to be cleaned up, rather fatigued-looking, but for the most part, tidy.. and a new coat. Huh. Wonder where he got that. "... You look exausted.."
"I've had better days..." Vergil replied wearily. "I hope you remembered the way out." he also added quietly.
If he had the energy, he would probably smile; his only support was his lifeline. Always had a knack for finding him, even when he hid away so bad Dante would seek him out like a bloodhound to a fox.
"Busy enough to ignore your brother, I see." He meant it to come out as a joke but he couldn't quote get his tone right and came out cold. He hoped that Dante wouldn't take it personally.
Dante looked away, semi- angry, but also a bit guilty. Sure. Ignore him. Like he really had a choice....
Be he ignored it the comment. Instead he just stood up. "The exit isn't very far from here, you were almost there." He said rather blankly. "Are you hurt? You think you can walk?"
Thunder suddenly began to rumble once more. Seemed that they may not beat the rain. Oh well. Shit happens.
"We better hurry... smells like its gonna rain." Really there weren't far from the exit... as soon as they'd make it to the four-way, they'd take a right, follow that path in its curb, take another left at the spit, follow it on and then it would lead them out. Dante was rather suprised Vergil managed to tucker himself out this badly just by wandering around the maze (as far as he knew, anyway); but he figured he probably got lost a rather long time ago.
Silly Vergil..
almost there?
"I...can walk." Vergil mustered, leaning onto his brother, "just help me ...please?"
His throat felt sore and the top of his mouth dry as the rain began to drizzle in.
great, wet and bloody
"Dante...You're wearing a shirt?"
Okay now see, that was worrying. He knew his brother would never wear a shirt, even on cold days back home.
But then again, they weren't home so really...yeah.
He hesitated a bit when his brother leaned on him, not enjoying the close contact so much. He wasn't sure why he didn't like having someone that physically close to him like this... but it... well, just sortof made him nervous.
Which was stupid. This was Vergil for fucks sake.
He worked to try and shake off the feeling as he gradually let himself help support his brother.
"mmm.. well, you know.. I figure... maybe I should be wearing more clothes... since season's almost over.. yannow?" he said to his brother softly. He began to walk towards the way they came from, Dante soon appreciating the feeling of the rain falling over them. It was nice and cool against his skin... and subconciously in will to keep the feeling going, he began to walk a little slower.
"True...It's nearly finishing....maybe that's why I started killing...I don't know, I'm sorry.." Vergil trailed off, detecting something wrong with his brother.
This place had messed them up big time. Not ever did he find himself killing recklessly now. And never Dante wearing a shirt even out of season home it was like this, He scowled slightly. He blamed it all on the Red Queen. She brought them here, and she would pay for all this.
Vergil groaned slightly, his chest aching again as the Queen's after effect of her punishment reminding him again of his debt to her. He winced when the rain hit him. It stung. He hated feeling this weak. so much for being the son of a legendary knight.
"mmm... We'll manage, okay? Its no big deal. People here don't seem to permanently die anyway. They'll be fine.. we'll be fine." Yeah.. he sortof.. learned this one first hand, not that Vergil needed to know that. With a deep sigh, he continud to support his brother, making way out and beyond their last corner; just before finally hitting the exit of the maze and entrance to the courtyard, the manor doors in plain sight.
"... here we are. It wasn't rocket science, bro." He said sortof jokingly, the rain hastening. "Now lets get inside.. before you get sick..."
He grunted at that last remark.
He would've clipped him around the ear for that if it was just as simple as him wondering into the maze.
Vergil probably thought Dante figured he'd completely lost it and made up the whole Mirrorworld jazz as a pathetic excuse for his weakness.
With a deep sigh, he grabbed his chest with one hand and slung the other around his twin.
".....Fine."
Dante shivered as the hand had abruptly swung around him... but he then took the arm in his hand to help furtherly support his brother as they made their way in... wanting to kick himself for being so jumpy.
"There's food in my room, we'll manage there, okay? and you can have a shower... and.. yeah.." he trailed off, pushing the door open slightly as he guided himself and his twin inside, both now drenched from the rain.
Eheh.. good thing this was a black T shirt...
"Yeah....Dante, are you afraid of me now?" It wasn't a seriously quetion, just a concern. He felt him twitch as he looked at him through his blood soaked bangs. Biting his lip hoping he wouldn't actually say what he dreaded.
In a place like this; that was the last thing he wanted to here from the only person he cared about.
"It's your room, I'll take the couch."
Dante closed his eyes, releived that the halls were empty. Must be a slow day... supposedly things had calmed down ever since he had entered 302... suprisingly.
He then began to aid his brother up the stairs, knowing that they did have a bit of a long way to go, he was sure that maybe a little conversation could keep their mind off of it.
... or something.
"... what? N-no, don't be stupid. You're my brother." He said, trying to sound reassuring.. but for some reason, he felt so fucking.. akward.
"anyway... no.. I'll take the couch.. I'd much rather anyway... I can sleep infront of the TV that way.." he finished, changing the subject abruptly.
"But you took the couch in my room...I don't want you too, I mean- I don't want to take the bed. It's your room.."
He struggled with the stairs, his leg muscles pounding with pain with every step. He clung to Dante tighter.
What surprised Vergil the most was as they headed up the stiars, he saw no sign of his previsouy victims. Most of them had been killed near the stairs and no blood was viewable. Even the 2nd floor window where Leon (god his left thigh throbbed thinking about that, the bullet was still inside) had broken out of was fixed and clean as a whistle.
"I'm sorry Dante," He broken the silence of their footsteps and the rain pattering the panes. "I shouldn't have done it at all."
Vergil seemed to be struggling with the stairs.. Dante assumed it was probably his lack of eating and malnutrition.. it always handicaps their healing quite a bit.. Vergil.. why did he never eat, anyway? Probably still getting used to human food?
"... we can't change the shit thats happened Verge.. just make sure we don't do it again.. thats all." he said offly as they continued forward... passing their 4th flight of stairs. Great. six more to go...
"I know but still...I should've just listened to you..I should've refused help from humans...look what it's done to me?" He said bitterly, clingnig tighter to his brother's waist.
"This place needs a fucking escalator." he hissed also.
Dante laughed slightly, counting in his head as they made way up... 5.. 6... 7... 8 flights... they were doing okay.. the'y make it..
"I agree, you shouldn't have killed all those people. But its not your fault entirely... if I had never done what I did to you in the first place, we probably would have never had this issue to begin with.." and if he had listened to Vergil and practiced Devil Trigger... he coulda flown his way up to the room rather than have to walk it. Rrgh.
"Maybe we're not meant to be here after all." Vergil questioned himself out loud. "I think that Queen has something planned for us Dante....And I don't like it."
God what floor where they on now? He couldn't see trees from the windows so they must be nearly there right? In all though really, the older brotehr just wanted to collapse right there. He coudln't believe how tired he had made himself from carelessly killing and running; not to mention the Queen's punishment.
All his training of endurance for nothing, really.
Dante finally stopped when they had gotten to the eleventh floor, feeling releived that they had finally made it, he slowly helped his brother along to walk down the halls, his expression changing into utter curiosity when Vergil mentioned something about a queen.
"... what? Queen?" Maybe he was just losing his mind again... The sooner they get to the room, the better.
Vergil looked at Dante,
"I'm not messing, She's real! When I went to et your guns she stopped me!
Pulled me into the mirror. Y-you believe me right Dante?"
he begged, trying not to trip over his feet.
.. okay, Dante knew now that all this fatigue must be getting to him. His brother has been so fragile lately, after all.. He blamed that on Mundus.. that motherfucker.
"Of course I beleive you.. sounds awful." Dante said reassurinly, almost as if Vergil were a young child that he was trying to comfort. "Lets get you back to the room and some food in your belly.. I know I'm starving.." And Beer.. he'd make sure to knock back plenty of those when he returned once this was all finished. Long since overdue, indeed.
Vergil nodded and managed to reach his brother's room in a stable piece, leaning against the wall and looking across and back the hall in case anyone was to jump out of the walls with holywater and pitchforks.
"Okay..."
Dante unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping back to allow his brother entry. "Go on... its just been me... and there's still some food left in there." He finished, remembering the unopened chips and junkfood he had left in there before he went to live in Vergil's room. Surly anything in the fridge that wasn't alchohal though, was more than likely expired. He'd have to clean it out.. sometime... whenever..
Vergil dragged his feet in and took a few steps before turning to his brother.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?....You think I've lost my mind and All I've said was nothing but fables...isn't that right?"
After closing the door behind them, Dante had already gone into the kitchen and picked himself up a beer and a bag of pretzels, making his way back to the sofa and easing himself down- this act excited a hiss from him, the stiches in his chest stretching and pulling skin as he bent down to seat himself. He set down the pretzels and made an attempt to covertly feel over his chest above the shirt.
Goddammit. Getting those out was REALLY gonna suck.
But for now, he gave his brother a sympathetic smile.
"... no, no, I really beleive you.. just relax for now.. I'm here with you, so no matter what it was that had gotten to you, its over now." he tried to say. No, he didn't really beleive his brother.. nor did he beleive Vergil had gone completely insane, but he did know how sensitive his mind could be in rough situations.. hence these last few days.
Dante now wanted to kick himself tenfold for letting Walter take him away from his brother for that long.. what if someone had gotten to him? Hurt him? ... luckily, he seemed okay, for the most part..
Vergil couldn't be assed to do anything himself except to sway his way round the sofa and thrown himself down next to his brother. Throwing his heavy blood-stained mud-soiled boots on the coffeetable infront and sigh heavily.
He opened his mouth to say something but forgot quickly what it was, runinga hand over his face and to pinch his brow. Sighing again.
Vergil shifted nad dunked his hand into the pretzels, and shoving a huge wod into his mouth.
God the salty piece of crappy carb never tasted so good ever.
There was an akward silence between them as Dante had packed away nearly half the bag of pretzels and his entire drink... he was still hungry of course, hungry as fuck; but he didn't feel like porking himself out infront of Vergil... he wasn't sure why, he never really had a problem wiht it before.. but today... today he felt different.
He felt generally different around his twin today.. distant... alienated maybe. He couldn't put his finger on it.. but it was so damn akward. He couldn't stand it anymore. With careful precision not to stirr the same mistake he did when sitting down and agitating his stitches, he slowly lifted himself up and rubbed his own hair apathetically.
".. I... I'm going for a shower... you can have in there when I'm finished if you want.." he finished, moving up to leave for the bathroom.
It was stupid to think that Vergil wouldn't have been able to sense a disturbance in Dante's mood. He had finished the pretzels by the time Dante had moved away from the sofa. He knew something was wrong.
Was it him? for what he did? He killed huamns before back home, Dante would yell and priss but a few hours later he was fine. Was it because that it was someone that vergil remotely had a neautral interest in?
Or maybe,...just maybe that the man Walter wasn't lying at all....
"You want me to come with you?"
Dante really didn't like declining his brother when it came to a shower... normally, he loved taking showers with his brother. They'd always feel and play and prod and wash eachother and... yeah... all that fun stuff.
But... Not today...
"No no.. just relax.. I won't be long. Unless you want in first I guess.." he said as he got near the bathroom door, pushing it open. Now that Dante looked at Vergil in this light.. he could see the tips of his hair were still caked in blood. Hmm..
"No." Vergil mustered out sternly, rising to his feet and wobbling for the sudden action.
"Something's wrong. You never say no to that question. Something's wrong Dante!"
"Please," he asked, reaching out his hand, "Tell me?"
The last time he saw him this fidgetety was when he first returned from the underworld. It took sucha long time for Dante to trust his older brother again (mainly the stupid rumour thath he would eat him but come on, guy's gotta have limits) Vergil didn't like it.
"I know something has happened to you....Dante....He contacted me....what did he do to you?"
To be honest, he dreaded the anwser
He froze in his steps; expressiong suddenly going morbid.
"... he.. contacted you?" Dante asked, not turning around to face his brother as he was halfway through the bathroom door.
"Yes," Vergil said bleakily.
"He's posting sick things on the message board."
Dante stopped, and turned towards his brother, expression near blank.
"Its lies. Hes trying to scare you." he finally said. "... nothings happened." His voice was calm, before turning to go back into the bathroom.
"Several people have your body parts...or what was them." Vergil whispered, loud enough for his brother to hear.
"I had to beg him to stop."
... Suddenly he felt ashamed...
But it wasn't long before this turned into anger.
It wasn't his fault. Well, maybe it was. But he wasn't fucking weak. And of all people, his brother didn't need to know. No, Dante didn't want his brother to know.
That fucker. He tore him to shreds, gave peices of him away to all his friends, KILLS him, and then makes the one person who really matters to him think down on him.
Fuck it all.
"NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED, VERGIL. JUST FUCKING SHUT UP AND DROP IT!!!" he yelled, before entering the bathroom and slamming the door hard behind him.
Taken back by the outburst, he felt his chest pang. Vergil strode (wearily) to the bathroom door and kicked it.
"Don't lie Dante! Tell me what happened! Something happened to you! Dante!"" he called out as best he could, twisting the bathroom doorknob.
He winced, if he was any better he could've blown the door to sawdust.
He panted and leant against the frame.
"Please....Dante, Just. Just come out and talk to me, little brother?"
Maybe words would work rather than fists this time.
He heard his brother plea through the door, and it hurt.. but he didn't want to talk about it... he didn't at all.
"I don't want to talk about it." he said, seating himself upon the toilet and removing his shirt. He was going to get these fucking stiches out... now.
"Dante if you don't open this door I swear on our mother's life I will smelt down your sword, cast it onto silver bullets and shoot myself in the head with your guns."
He clawed at the door before totally giving up and sliding down against it.
"Please. I listen to you, don't I? Why can't you tell me?"
He began to pull on the wire, hissing loudly at it... subconciously not using enough force to break his flesh.
"... becuase... ." he said grumpily, still budging at the seam in his chest. "nnnn!! I.. I don't know."
Vergil's ears picked up....hissing?
"Dante......What are you doing in there?"
He paused at the tugging, the area around where he was working reddened and irritated. "... I'm showering." he replied faltly.
"I don't hear the water running." Vergil said, getting up slowly, ears pricking for any slight sound.
The younger twin then reached over and turned the water on, just to drown out the sounds of his workings. "I'm fine, Vergil. Go eat or something. There's more food in the kitchen."
"...You sure? Nothing wrong?" He called, as he slowly back away from the door.
Dante sighed, temporarily giving up on the stitches. "... everything is fine." he said, then digging through the drawers to try and find plyers.. or something that could help work the wire out.
"Swear on Mom's life?" he asked out loudly. Dropping his coat and clearing a path of the end of the room to the door.
Dante went silent... as he stopped his rumaging, finding it useless. Damn Vergil.. that was fucking cheap.
"Dante?" Vergil called out again, almost sickly sweet. "I said; do you swear on Mother's life? You're not lying now are you?"
He bent his knees against the wall; if Dante said no, he would break that door down no matter what.
Dante finally stopped all of his efforts on his chest and opened the door himself, surrendering. "... no, I don't." he said almost sadly. ".... you have a lot of nerve asking me that.."
Vergil woulda said something in his little triumph but fell off the wall and to the floor when he gaped hard at Dante's chest.
"...Wh.....WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO TO YOU?" He screamed loudly in panic, picking himself up and running to his twin, eyes unable to keep off from the horrible stitchwork in Dante's chest.
Dante wasn't suprised at Vergil's reaction... though he really didn't like it. He tried to cover them with his hands. "... he... roughed me up a bit... because of what I did to Henry. Its not a big deal, Vergil.. I'm okay, really." he told flatly. He was now.. his organs had all grown back, and other than being a little jittery, he was for the most part okay.
"You lie!" He hasrshly slapped Dante across the face then garbbed his chin to look back at him.
"You fucking lie he didn't rough you up! He fucking carved you! Didn't he!? didn't he?! Oh God Dante what did he do to you?! I should've stayed with you! He would've killed me instead. It was my fault!"
Dante's face went red as Vergil had slapped him... the hit taking him by utter suprise. He then felt his chin being forced in place as he had to look at his brother.. to look at his pained expression.
The younger hated it. He hated seeing Vergil hurt like this. He had to come clean. "Vergil... its not your fault.. you didn't know.." A hand moved to the side of Vergil's face, stroking it softly.
"... we should have just left Henry alone.. I should have.. I mean. I made a big mistake, and I paid for it."
He didn't flinch when his twins hand touched his cheek. He scowled hard with bitterness and pain.
"Dante...." He spoke sternly, "What did he do to you , why are those ......things in your chest?"
Really though. He should've never accepted the humans help in the first place.
Dante removed his hand from his twin's cheek, closing his eyes. He didn't want to mention everything that happened.. he couldn't even remember all of it really, half the time he didn't even have eyes to see with. Still though... at this point, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore.
"... after you left.." he stopped for a moment, hesitating. "... he came with some kid.. and they attacked me, shooting with silver to stun me off before.. he forced me into the wall and jabbed me in place with this bizzare sword.. by then, the kid was gone." He would continue the pausing now and then, trying to remember as much as he could.
"... after that.. he.. he tortured me personally, before taking me to room 302.. part of the way through that, he had taken my eyes.. and some other things.. so I really can't remember too much after that.. and three days later... he.. he finally killed me." Dante finished painfully.
"When I finally woke up, these were in my chest... and then I went to go find you."
His hand slipped from Dante and fell heavily. If Vergil had forgotten the ability to cry it would probably be unearthed now as he could feel his eyes burn, his mouth gaping.
"He....he killed you?" It was hard to register, "N-no. Dante No. You.....he's a hu- No Dante! You lie! Don't mess with me alright? Now tell me you just got drunk and you did this to yourself, please?" he chocked, grasping onto Dante's shoulders and shaking him slightly.
Dante scratched the back of his head, would Vergil take that over what he's just told? He'd prefer it if he did.
But it didn't matter now. He knew that even if he tried to say that it probably wouldn't pass very well.
"... he's not human, Vergil.. I don't know what he is, but he really seemed to like it all too much." the younger looked away shyly. "... please... lets just leave them alone. I don't want to have anything to do with any of them anymore. I-I want to forget its all even happened."
He could tell from the entry conversations he wasn't any normal human..but having confirmation that he wasn't?
Vergil threw his arms around Dante, feeling sick at the pit of his stomach. His stupidity and blindness had allowed his only family to have been...opperated on by a fucking madman.
He clutched him tightly, biting hard on his tongue to stop him sobbing uncontrollably. That was the last straw.
no one touches my fucking baby brother and gets away scot free....no one....
This was it. He had enough. They would play shadow now. Stay away from the humans and their monterous twisted fun. And if any came and even touched his brother. He'd make them pay worse than what that sonofabitch Walter did to his Dante.
He pulled back, "Come on, let's get those....stitches out of you. I'll help."
He rested his head onto Vergil's shoulder breifly, letting his arms wrap around him in return. .. begore he felt his brother pull back.
"... okay." he mumbled, the smell of blood all over Vergil still. "... then.. you'll shower with me?" He rubbed the back of his hand idly, hoping that he'd still want to. "... we can get that stench out of your hair."
Vergil rubbed his eyes and smiled weakily.
same old Dante
"s-sure, we'll shower together....I'm surprised my hair hasn't fallen out yet." he joked.
Dante idly moved forward and ruffled his twin's hair a little. "Looks like it could break off... with all that blood dried in there." he kidded in return, working to change the previous subject and mood to the best extent he could.
"You think I use too much wax?" Vergil asked laughing slightly. Finally feeling comfortable as he slid his hand around his twin's waistband
The younger stepped back suddenly and hesitated, cowering away at Vergil's sudden movement...
"um.. sorry." he then said akwardly... he didn't know what his own deal was.. but he couldn't help it.
"...I understand,...sit down. I'll find something to get that shit out of you." he said, letting his hand slide from Dante and left the bathroom, to the kitchen, rumaging through the drawers.
Dante idly sat and listened as his brother had begun to rumage, feeling bad. Desperately he wanted to say something, anything to break this akwardness between them. "... so.. what have you been up to.. these last few days..." he went off. Dante knew he said something about 'the queen', but he wasn't sure if that were Vergil's fatigue talking or not.
All he could find was a steak knife. It would do really.
Vergil came back and knelt down to his brother, running his fingers over the wire and screwing his nose. Slipping the blade under one of the loops and slowly breaking the dry blood and rust.
"I've just been stuck in a room....Nothing else."
A tight wince as the knife came close to him. It made him very, very nervous, for that was how walter had split him in half in the first place. Well, aside from the chainsaw. He tried to stay off the thought though.. he wasn't there anymore.. he wasn't in room 302. He was in his room, floor 11; here with his twin. It was all alright now. "... a room? How did you get stuck?" he then asked, curiously.
Witha grunt, he flicked the blade up but it slipped past the wire and to his muoth. With a curse he threw the blade away and lent in to gnaw at it with his teeth. Finding it to prove more useful, despite the stray strands splitting his lip.
Once cut threw, he slowly and gently pulled it out, feeling it snag inside but doing his best to hold the skin taught enough.
"When I went to get your guns and Yamato, she came and fucked with my mind, making me recreate when we lost mother and other toturous memories. She sucked me into a mirror and there I was for several days with no food or water. I managed to get out and I ended up in the garden. That's all really."
Dante closed his eyes tight; hissing now and then as skin was pulled. He tried not to look at it though, and he also tried to remain still while Vergil worked it.
"... did you get hurt? Did anyone try to kill you?" He said, eyes still shut tight. "Man Ver... of all the messes we've been in.." Okay, maybe this wasn't as bad as SOME, but it was still pretty bad.
He spat out the wire and rubbed his lips, working on the next shoddy stitch.
"Only the Queen did, she said she would have me spared, but what I went through was disgusting...." he grunted, ripping another one out followed by another, spitting and blowing the splinters out.
"I know I know...But we're together again...that's all that matters, now keep still I'm nearly done here.."
Dante let out a small complaining moan as Vergil pulled out yet another. He was afraid he'd tear his skin, and from what he was feeling, Vergil wasn't being very gentle... though surly the only way to get them out would be by force anyway.
"... I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you.." he then worded softly. "... you aren't mad at me, are you?"
Vergil pulled a deep splinter from his lip, with a few left to go. He could see his brother's skin quickly working on healing the lost tissue from the holes and the surrounding skin changing to a much healthier colour.
"It's okay Danny, I know you would've tried if you knew. I'm not mad at you. I'm just disappointed at myself for letting this happen."
The younger twin opened up one eye, running a hand over the holes that began to close up, the skin around them still a little reddened.
"You couldn't of known... you just went to get our stuff, its not your fault either..."
"No....it's not." he spoke through his teeth as the last wire strand came out and he spat it loudly to the floor in a little pile.
He got up and checked his mouth in the mirror. "No spiceyfood a while for me." he clicked his tongue and ran his hands under the cold water tap, wiping his mouth and chin. "As if I haven't got enough red on me already."
Dante opened his eyes and once again grazed the line up his chest with his palm, watching it close and begin to vanish. It was nice... nice seeing his body finally in one peice again. "...Thanks... for helping me get those out.." he started again. "... now... I guess to return the favor.. I'll wash your hair?" Yes, Dante wanted that shower. Right now.
"Yuo can't even wash you hair properly, what makes you think I'll let you do mine?" Vergil smugly replied, licking his cuts over again. Zipping and peeling his vest of his body, wincing at how it began to at a point, conjeal to his skin.
A frown from the younger.
"Okay okay, well then we can just rub dicks together or something?" he said vulgarly. He still felt a bit akward right now... but that didn't always stop Dante from being Dante.
"Just get in the shower." Vergil grunted shoving him aside so he could sit on top of the toilet to yank his boots off.
"I swear your brain is situated down there anyway.."
He moved aside idly as he stepped behind the screen, sliding it away to pull the knob and have the water cascade through the shower spiget as he then removed his pants and kicked off his boots; soon after to step in.. making well sure to turn the water up all the way. "Take your time then, bro.." he joked, grabbing the shower gel from the side panel and rubbing it over his chest from where the stitches once were.
"You're kidding?" Vergil scoffed, throwing the rest of his darkly stained clothes into a heap and moved into the shower, waving his hand at the ploom of steam. "You think I like being covered in blood and entrails?" Running a finger down his brother's spine.
Dante quivered as he felt the finger make its way down his spine.. not in a bad way this time, though.. but moreso in an excited way.
Maybe this was all he needed.. he could already feel himself starting to warm up to his brother again.
"mmmm c'mere then." he cooed, taking the bottle and squirting a handful into his palm. "Let me scrub you clean then. Get all that nasty shit off ya."
The elder twin didn't wait for another second as he slipped his hands around Dante's waist, mixing the gel and pulled him close to his body. Sighing pleasantly at the hot water and the feeling of his twin nakied next to him.
"Well what are you waiting for Dante?" he spoke quietly. "Clean me up~"
Dante was taken by slight suprise as his brother had pulled him close, but he didn't panic or shudder this time... no, instead, he did something different.
Old habits came back to him slowly as he then started to rub his ass against Vergil's crotch, trying to work his brother up into some excitement. "mmmm... can't if you're back there.." he whispered quietly, head slightly leaning back to allow the running water drape over his face. It felt so damn good... Dante soon nearly forgot of all their recent predicament as he began to gradually lose himself in the slowly rising steam of their hot shower.
No matter what sort of fight.. or what sort of situation they had gone though.. showers like these never failed to bring Dante's mind to peace. Never.
"Hmmm, then maybe I should clean you first?" Vergil whsipered, moving his hands along Dante's chest spreading the cleaning gel. Rubbing his fingers over the little buds and placing kisses along Dante's neck.
Dante's eyes closed blisfully as Vergil's hands grazed his chest... feeling his mouth work over his neck. "mmmhmmm..." he began to moan softly, "Bu-but I'm not the dirty one here~" He meant that in more than just requiring scrubbing, needless to say. A hand moved back and felt over Vergil's cheek, wiping some of the soapy gel onto it as he continued to grind against his twin's front, slowly and precisely.
Vergil let out a soft moan, sucking on his brother neck as he could feel the hot water slip between them and his errection slowly get harder.
"Dante~" he growled affectionately, running his hands down his brother's thighs and then inside, coiling round his shaft and slowly lubricating it.
Dante moved his head to the side, puckering his lips slightly, almost subconciously as he began to rock his hips into Vergil's hand.. the water between them and the steam intensifying as it began fogging up the atmosphere of the bathroom; only adding to the sensual acts they were committing. Dante began to moan slighty.. wanting Vergil to tug him harder.
"Dun tease.. bro.. mmm" he reached down and placed his hands over his brother's, urging him to move quicker over his dick. "please.."
Vergil's other hand slid over his brothers and below to cup his balls as he moaned softly against Dante's ear from his errection's friction.
"Hmmm...And we're supposed to be cleaning here....I was just making sure every part of you was thorough..." he purred deeply, resting his head on Dante's shoulder.
Dante began to slightly pant, looking down beyond his belly as his breathing quickened the moment Vergil had grabbed his balls... for some reason, that area was always particularily sensitive to Dante... and even slightly touching it usually got him very, very worked up... he felt himself soon enough grow extremely hard.
"nnmm you're such a fucking tease... you know that?" he said, then leaning forward to rest his hands on the tiles infront of him. Always a fucking tease.. but what else is to be expected of Vergil?
"Yes, I do. But I know you love it brother..." Vergil mused as he continued to kiss his brother's neck and fondle down below, the gel working a lovely strawberry scented lubriacant and he squeezed and fingered around, leaning forward to find his own errection, to put it where it belonged.
"Come on Dante, moan for me ~"
Dante began to moan and mew slightly; continuing to fight to mold his body with his own't twin's as he pressed himself even harder against Vergil. The hot water was dripping off of the tip of his cock now, taking small droplets of precum with it as Vergil continued to play with him.
"mmhmmmm Verr--Vergil.." he brokenly, yet still encouragingly whispered.
"I think it's time I satisfied you brother~" Vergil nipped Dante's ear and slowly moved his hand away from his brother's aching shaft to his buttocks, slipping a finger inside and wiggling it deep.
"Don't forget to wash behind you ears now."
He suddenly gasped as he felt a finger enter him, not enjoying the feeling of his dick being unattended to so quickly, but also savoring the new sensation of Vergil's finger wiggling around inside of him; Dante was taken completely off guard by this.
Why the fuck did he find that so... hot...
The younger twin leaned forward against the tiles, the water driveling its way down his back while he began to writhe a bit.. his muscles tried to once again, adjust to his brother's finger. Its not the first time they've done this... oh no, but of course, his devils blood made it damn well feel like it every time.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to rejoice or fucking curse that.
"Vergil.. Vergill... just do it.. I don't need to be prepared... just please do it.." he wibbled, forehead resting against the wall infront of him as he then used it for further support.
He always loved it when he was needy.
"Steady now. I won't be as good as I normally am alright?" he cooed as he slowly pulled his finger out. Taking a deep breath, Vergil lifted one foot up on the side of the tub and slowly pulled Dante onto his throbbing errection, pushing through the ring and feeling his brother's muscles slowly swallow his length.
He let out a maon of his own, tilting his head back as he pulled Dante down to his hilt and growlled pleasnatly. Letting the good feelings flood him as well as the hot water on his skin.
Dante moaned loudly as he felt the the thickness enter him, his body slackening and slowly loosening up for Vergil.
He remembered near instantly now, having nearly forgotten any sort of good sensation due to these last several days. Oh.. but how he always adored the feeling of Vergil's cock.. how thick it was like his own... how well Vergil could control it to have it jerk and cum just at the right time.. and well.. basically, everything. There were a ton of things about his twin that drove him crazy, (some not in good ways); but his dick? That was one of the many things about his brother that he could always appreciate.
Fingers pressed upon the tiles as the red twin found his balance against it, using the wall itself as an opposing force to hold himself up as he suddenly began to rock upon his brother's dick, wanting so badly to take it inside deeper.
"... s' okay... Vergil.. mmmhmmm.. I'll help.." He said softly, deviously smiling. "... wouldn't wanna... hnn...push you too far, would we?"
He had to resist the urge to ejectulate prematurely when Dante emitted his maon and the inside muscles flexed and tightened against his cock.
Slipping his arms round Dante's waist again, he hugged him tightly as he slowly pulle dnad pushed himself out, other hand reaching for his brother's needy dick and started to stroke it.
"Of course no Dante....I know you care in your unique way~" he moaned, nipping at his ear.
He flinched at the nip, his own movements increasing; feeling Vergil's hands slide around his waist to help the friction between them intensify. It wasn't too long before Dante's jerking around became sparattic as the hand between his legs worked his own restless sex.
"Thats it Vergil... mmm.. ohgod so good.. your fucking dick... drill me more.." he began to utter to him praisingly, he wasn't sure if he were really trying to motivate his brother... or just turn himself on even more. Either way, it was doing wonders to his own arousal as he bobbed back and forth, one way onto Vergil's dick, whilst the other into his hand. Dante's panting increased madly; wanting so bad to feel Vergil's thickness spill inside of him.
He grunted and thrusted, Vergil moaned hard, biting Dante's neck as he tried to control himself from coming too quickly.
Oh how fucking wrong this was but so fucking good, well they always did say the best things were always the worst.
His brother's pleas were driving him on as he pushed harder and strained to go deeper, to just rub against Dante's sweetest spot.
"MMmmm,,...Yes...Dante...Dante Fuck yes....mine....oh hell yesss~"
It wasn't too much longer before the sensations of Vergil's dick inside of his body, the hand clasped infront of him and the heated atmosphere had all become too much for him, and with one last moan, he came hard; his own seed spilling forth and cloaking the tiles infront of him while his ass began milking Vergil's cock; eyes completley rolling back as the water draping onto them only seemed to prolongue his cumming as he completely lost all feeling in his fingers and toes.
Vergil refused to pull out as he came and felt all his energy suddenly escape him. He gripped onto Dante to stop himself from slipping and cried out loudly. The hot water felt so fucking damn good on his skin, breaking the blood and his hair totally covering his blistfully shut eyes as he panted softly.
Dante was still returning to his senses as the water around them had suddenly begun to get cold; feeling the last of Vergil's orgasm rush deep inside him, the heat expanding to his lower belly and thighs; the final sign of them both completing their sex.
He felt Vergil then clasp onto him hard, almost as if he were using Dante as support. The younger twin panted and smiled, turning off the water spiget; leaving the sound of their harsh breathing and the dripping of water off of their bodies left in the aftermath, as he still paused to try and catch his breath.
"Verge..." Dante finally said, reaching for a towel next to the screen and once again opening his eyes, but not moving from his spot so he could still support his exausted twin. "... you're.. you're really pushin.. pushing yourself too hard nowdays..." He finally said playfully, throwing the towel behind him so it would land on Vergil's face.
Vergil shook his head to get the towel out of his face. slowly pulling himself out of his brother and climbing out of the shower.
"Urgh....whatever...." he said, rubbing his hair, still finding clumps of blood amung it. "I'll be better tomorrow. I promise....okay."
The younger twin gave him a playful slap to the ass as he climbed out. "no... tomorrow.. I'll be better." he corrected. Next time, it would be his turn.
He still felt a little bashful about what had happened these last few days, but who knows? Maybe it wouldn't come up again.. sure, it would take awhile for him to shake off the nervous feelings he'd get, but with his brother around.. it may be sooner than expected.
Maybe.