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Silk
Author: Nyx Midnight
Rating: NC-17
Status: 1 of 1
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Dante/Vergil
Warnings: —
Disclaimers: The characters are, of course, all Capcom®'s. If they didn't want
us to play with them, they shouldn't have made them so hot. *looks at Jester*
Although…
Feedback: Yes please! Critiques welcomed.
Spoilers: —
Thanks: Beta by Wolfsbride
It was unusual for Dante to wake up so early in the morning when he had slept without nightmares like today. Vergil had always been an early bird, but a very quiet one. He had given up on making his night owl of a twin get up with him pretty early in their teenage years, when their sleep patterns slowly shifted to become almost opposites.
However, today, Vergil had made some noises that had woken Dante. Or maybe Dante’s still sharpening senses had confused the movement of his twin brother in his room with something dangerous. Either way, Dante was startled out of a light slumber, and when he opened a sleepy eye, he caught a glance of his brother dressing at the edge of his field of vision.
Vergil was moving with a grace that Dante envied, even though he would never admit it to anyone, especially not himself. The long years of intensive training in the art of sword wielding had helped him become a graceful young man and a skilled hunter who moved in for the kill as swiftly and silently as a cat. Watching Vergil spar was a fascinating experience that, unfortunately for Dante, tended to underline his cruder, much less refined style.
Not that Dante didn’t sneak a peek any chance he got.
He was still admiring the lithe muscles of his brother working under the pale skin of his back when Vergil glanced at him over his shoulder. “I thought I felt watched,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but Dante heard it clearly even from across the room.
Dante merely yawned and stretched, letting his twin’s remark go unanswered, knowing he could easily catch up later in the day. If there was one thing Dante beat his brother at, it was sarcastic or humorous—depending on the situation—one-liners. By the time he slowly sat up in the half-made bed—Vergil had made his side of the bed, of course—Vergil had put a shirt on, much to Dante’s disappointment, and was tying a long, black silk scarf around his neck. “Hey Verg’.”
Vergil frowned slightly at Dante in the mirror he was using to tie his cravat. “Don’t call me that, Dan’.”
Dante snorted. “Hey asshole.”
A dramatic sigh was the only answer Dante got, which frustrated him a bit. “Why’re you tying that noose thing around your neck?”
“It’s not a noose, Dante.” Vergil’s voice betrayed his irritation, which made Dante grin. “Not that I expect you to know that, my dear uncultured little brother.”
Dante snorted, then pulled a hand from under the covers to reach out towards Vergil, knowing his twin could see him in the mirror. “C’mere,” he said as he crooked his fingers, beckoning Vergil closer.
Vergil raised an eyebrow at the mirror, unimpressed. “I am not that stupid.”
“Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeergiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil…” Dante whined, and Vergil turned on his heels with a sigh before heading for the bed. If he had inherited the intelligence of both his parents in the womb, he also had inherited his mother’s maternal instinct, and it always got the better of him where Dante was concerned. Especially now that she…
“What now, baby?” he asked, standing beside the bed. “Did you wet the bed? Or do you want your bott--”
Quick as lightning, Dante shot his hand up and grabbed Vergil by his silk cravat, then yanked down, grinning. He knew Vergil hadn’t expected him to be so swift so early. Easily fighting off the struggles of his brother half-strangled by his scarf - his own fault for wearing that, he climbed out of the covers as he rolled on the bed with his brother, finally pining him down on his stomach, one hand still holding the cravat, the other holding Vergil’s wrist in his back as he straddled his waist. “See? It SO is a noose.”
A loud growl answered him. “Fuck you.”
Dante snickered, wriggling a bit in some strange kneeling victory dance on top of Vergil. “I beat my big brotheeeeeeeeeer…” When Vergil bent his knees with a groan, then rose on all four - or rather all three since Dante was still holding one of his arms tightly, Dante just laughed and used his legs and hand to cling to his brother’s torso and cravat. “Gyddyap, horsy!”
More amused that he would admit, Vergil snorted. Dante was still such a kid. “Get real, you’re too heavy…”
Dante pouted too much to be sincere. “Heeeey, you used to do it…”
“That was before you weighed 180. Now get off!”
Dante’s laugh resonated in the room. “Who are you and what have you done with my stronger than Superman brother? C’mon!” he tugged at his brother’s cravat, making Vergil groan.
“Stop that, fucker! You’re tightening the knot!”
But Vergil’s angry warning only made Dante laugh. “See? I told you it’s a noose! Noose noose noose nooooooooooose!!!” But even that little victory song stopped amusing Dante when Vergil let out a strange strangled sound that might have been a yelp, if his throat hadn’t been squeezed by a really tight cravat knot. “Fuckfuckfuck…” Dante muttered as he hurried to try and undo the knot, but he couldn’t see it well and Vergil was trying to buck him off to free his arm and undo it himself. Dante groaned and let go of Vergil’s arm, still trying to undo his handiwork, tongue between his teeth in concentration.
As soon as his right hand was freed, Vergil bucked wildly to throw Dante off and he grabbed at his cravat, expert fingers pulling on this and that part of the scarf until it came loose, allowing Vergil to take several deep gulps of air. Fuck… He felt the mattress dip closer to him and knew Dante was coming closer. “You little assfucker…” he growled loudly, turning to smash his fist in his brother’s face. However, the sight of blood on his brother’s face stopped him.
Dante’s chin and throat were crimson red, the front of the “I’m With Stupid” T-shirt he had slept pretty much drenched.
Blinking, fist still raised, the usually eloquent Vergil could only blurt out “What the fuck?”
“A ’i’ ’oo’ ’a ’on’,” Dante muttered in a low voice, wiping his chin with his hand.
Vergil blinked, not understanding anything of Dante’s weird sentence. “What?”
More blood poured from Dante’s mouth as he growled. “I ’i’ ’oo my ’ongue!!!”
Vergil looked at him incredulously for a moment, then burst out laughing. “You bit through your tongue???”
” ’UCK ’OU!!!”
That only served to make Vergil laugh harder as Dante angrily yanked his shirt off, then used it to mop the blood off his neck and chin. Already, the holes his teeth - especially his fang - had punched through his tongue were closing, but it hadn’t kept him from bleeding like a pig.
Several minutes later, Vergil’s laughter died down and he lay on the bed, relaxed from the hearty laugh, cravat in one hand, looking up at his brother. “Serves you right for being such a kid, Dante.”
His pride still wounded, Dante glared at Vergil before pouncing on him. “Fuck. You.”
“Eh. No. I have training,” Vergil said, attempting to sit up, but Dante straddled him again and held him down by the wrist.
“You always train. I’m hurt. Take care of me.”
Bewildered, Vergil blinked up at Dante, then snorted and patted his shoulder. “There there. You’re all healed. Now GET OFF.”
Dante grinned evilly. “What if I don’t want to? I’m comfy here on top of you.” He wriggled his ass to prove his point. “You make a nice cushion.”
Vergil let out an exasperated sigh, planting his elbows on the bed to raise his torso. “Dante, you little shithead, I swea—HEY!!!” He tried to push Dante off, to no avail: Dante had already plunged his hand in Vergil’s pants and was now hanging onto a part he’d rather Dante not rip off. Vergil glared at Dante icily as he sat up to be eye to eye with his brother. “Let. Go. Of. That.”
“Why?” Dante asked, opening his brother’s pants to free his cock, which was already hard. “See? It’s up and it wants attention.”
“Yes, kinda like you. You’re very alike,” Vergil retorted.
It took a few seconds for Dante to process Vergil’s reply. “… Hey!!!” He squeezed Vergil’s cock viciously. “Says the guy who gets hard at the idea of training. What’s so arousing about slicing air? Unless you’re not actually fencing when you ‘train’…” He grinned.
Vergil’s glare hardened. “I am not as sex obsessed as you!”
Dante laughed. “Is this what they call morning glory then? Or…” he wriggled again, “… is it because I’m in your lap?”
“Who could get hot with your flabby ass in their lap?” he asked, but there was no denying that he was aroused. Not to mention that Dante’s warm hand was doing things to his cock that made his toes curl in pleasure.
A chuckle rose from Dante’s chest as he teased the head of Vergil’s cock with his thumb. “You, obviously…” He watched, mesmerized, as Vergil exhaled through his mouth and closed his eyes, letting the arousal and pleasure wash over him. His dear twin had never been extremely demonstrative, but after all these years, Dante had learned to read him: the slightly parted, moist lips inviting him in for a kiss, the light reddening of his cheeks when he was aroused, the slight crease between his brows when he frowned in concentration, a slight hitch of his breath… all the little things his brother did when they were being intimate that aroused Dante more than screams and wanton begging. Leaning in, he pressed a light kiss, lips parted, to his brother’s lips, then his throat, and moaned softly when Vergil wrapped an arm around his back.
Glancing to the side as Vergil clutched the covers for a moment, he saw the black silk scarf, still entangled in his brothers’ fingers. He reached out for it, and, after a small tug, Vergil let him take it. Dante grinned mischievously as he looked at his brother. “This should feel great,” he said in a low voice, then wrapped the smooth and cool fabric around Vergil’s hot cock before resuming his slow handjob.
Vergil gasped at the contact, and to Dante’s ears, it was as if his brother had howled out in ecstasy.
“Hey,” Dante softly called out, between two small kisses to Vergil’s soft lips. “Do me too?”
“Brat,” Vergil breathed out, but he nonetheless reached to Dante’s crotch and pulled his straining pyjamas pants down just enough to let Dante’s cock out. He then wrapped the other end of the scarf around Dante’s warm erection and caressed it, up and down, following his brother’s rhythm.
Dante cried out in pleasure when Vergil finally touched him, then rained kisses on his lips, chin and cheeks. “Vergiiiil…” he moaned against his lips, looking at him. With his eyes half-closed in pleasure and the few strands of tousled white hair framing his face, his brother looked angelic. No, more than that; to Dante’s eyes, in these few last moments before orgasm, Vergil looked divine.
If Vergil let out any sound as he came, it was drowned out by Dante’s cry. His brother was exuberant in everything, even sex, and loved to see how hard he could make the old windows rattle when he screamed in pleasure in bed. Always such a child. Despite that, Vergil welcomed him in his arms when he slumped against him, sweaty and sticky from the sex, pleasantly spent.
“Aaw, yeah…” Dante sighed against Vergil’s clothed shoulder, bringing his hands up to hold him by the waist. “Ooo, silk shirt…”
“I forbid you to rub off on it,” Vergil warned, but not as firmly as usual.
“Mmm… Vergil, you’re no fun,” Dante moaned as he leaned to the side to lay on the bed onto his back, then brought Vergil to the mattress with him, pulling him on top of him. He let out a little contented sigh when their cocks touched and pressed against each other. “Let’s nap…”
“I have training…” Vergil protested again, refusing to admit that Dante was warm against him at that a nap was definitely tempting right now.
Dante answered that with a snort and clung tighter to Vergil. “Training shmraining. Stay with me and sleep…” Dante closed his eyes, comfortable under the weight and warmth of his twin.
With a sigh, Vergil finally admitted defeat and rolled off Dante so he could rest beside his twin, who turned to face him, already drifting to sleep. Vergil grabbed a few tissues and cleaned Dante before tucking him back into his pants, then did the same for himself before throwing the tissues away. After a moment of reflection, he did the same with the cravat. Good thing he had others…
“Mmmmmm… ’gil…” Dante sighed as he snuggled against his brother’s chest in a semi-sleep.
Vergil caressed his brother’s unruly hair as he laid his head on the pillow, then closed his eyes, protectively curling around his brother, as usual. As always. Because no matter how much Dante could piss him off in one day—and God knew Dante could do that just by breathing—he was his beloved twin brother, whom he had sworn he would protect with his life.
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