The Second Family Reunion | By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: The Second Family Reunion
Author: SapphirexKat2
Rating: NC-17 Only cuz I can't help myself.
Pairing: DantexVergil.
Warnings: SPOILERS for Mission 13 Just slight, you can say. I think there might be a little bit of OOC. I tried to keep them in character as much as I could. There's also sex, blood, and explicit violence. Any questions?
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. Wish I did, though. Man, that'd be awesome.
Summary: Set as the latter part of Mission 13's last cutscene, after Lady leaves to follow Arkham. Dante decides to visit Vergil where he fell in hopes of what, he isn't sure. Perhaps when he gets there he'll find out.
Status: Complete
 
 
“A demon like you wouldn't understand,” Lady said, her expression harsh, but her words sad. It wasn’t so much of the insult that got to Dante, it was the words itself. He didn’t know about family. They’ve been dysfunctional since the day he and Vergil were born, no matter how hard his mother tried to piece things together. Since she passed away, all he had was Vergil, and that put a new definition to dysfunctional. But still, it was Vergil… His twin. Dante didn't mind being in such a family if he had him.
 
With a last attempt at a heartless glare, the woman sprung up onto the tower seal, her rocket launcher pulled her up by a chord. The claw at the end supported her, the sharp edges stuck somewhere on the metal. Dante watched after her for a while, pondering over her determination.
 
"Well, I think I'll go, too," he said to know one in particular. Then, a little louder to address lady, "But you better hurry up if you don't want me taking all the credit!"
 
Dante reflected over he words again. “A father and family, huh?” he echoed thoughtfully. He glanced back at the crack on the floor through which his twin fell. He had saved Lady, but he didn’t save Vergil. That didn’t mean Dante thought less of him. Vergil can take care of himself.
 
But still… Sighing in resignation, he walked over to the crack and peered down. It seemed to go on forever, and it was pitch black. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in such a place with his rival, but something within him told him to jump down anyway. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get back out again, nor was he in a hurry.
 
Maybe Dante wanted to Vergil finish off. Maybe he was wanted to make amends – to attempt to be a “family”, no matter how late or how stupid it was. Dante still didn’t doubt that he hated Vergil, but it was his brother.The underlying feeling of love was still mixed in among the loathing, and that was enough.
 
The drop seemed to go on forever, or maybe it was just his anxiousness that made it worse. They only had a face off minutes ago. Who’d say that Vergil wouldn’t want to continue it? Knowing Vergil, he’d probably spring back to life (even if he was on the edge of life) and kick Dante’s ass nonstop until either of them were dead. Dante only hoped that the same thing that brought him down here would be the same thing to still Vergil’s hands.
 
“Yeah, right,” Dante muttered sarcastically. He could faintly feel his brother’s presence somewhere below. Before he knew it, he landed on something, a soft groaned resounding from it. Dante immediately sprung up, concerned.
 
“Verge?” he called out, looking downwards in the dim crevasse. He saw the gleaming of Vergil’s Devil Arms on his hands and feet as they shifted. Dante apparently knocked Vergil back onto the ground.
 
“What the hell are you doing?” Vergil demanded, its intensity hindered by a hint of pain.
 
Dante leaned against the wall, watching with mild amusement as Vergil struggled to his feet. “Checking on you, of course. Looks like you had a nasty fall.”
 
The Devil Arms became brighter as Vergil regained his strength, luminating the area slightly. Dante measured their space to be at least ten by fifteen feet. The close confinement began to make him slightly nervous. He had never been so close to Vergil on civil terms.
 
“Shut up,” Vergil snapped, now standing straight and looking up. He took in the height of the walls around them and noticed the tower seal. He growled. “That damned Arkham,” he growled, rage buzzing through his nerves.
 
“Sure made a fool of everyone, didn’t he?” Dante said, pushing himself off the rock. “Even you.”
 
Two blades clashed equally and at the same time, although Dante thought Vergil to be a second faster. Vergil leaped away and charged at Dante with Yamato poised for a good thrust. Dante jumped off the wall and landed behind Vergil to dodge the move.
 
He should have known better, really. Vergil was too fast and too smart for such an amateur evasion. As soon as Dante’s feet touched the ground, he found himself pinned to the wall with Vergil’s sword deep in his abdomen. The blade shifted, and he coughed up blood as agony blazed from that single point of contact. Dante looked up and saw Vergil smirking, his blue eyes gleaming predatorily from his Devil Arms’ light.
 
“Looks like I’ve got you again, brother,” Vergil said slowly, pure pride and satisfaction leaking through his voice. “That makes two for two.”
 
Dante chuckled, blood splattering onto Vergil’s sword and arm. “You were… always the better fighter,” he admitted truthfully. His luck be damned. Dante remembered when he was able to top his brother when they were younger. That wasn't so anymore, apparently.
 
“Pinned to a wall, and you’re still in a good mood?” Vergil teased, releasing his sword. He took off the Devil Arms and tossed them to the side before returning to his position. His hands re-gripped the bloody hilt. “Nothing gets your spirits down.”
 
“Heh.” Dante’s breath came out in harsh gasps, no longer making it easy for him to talk. If Vergil didn’t extract his sword soon, he’d most definitely pass out, or die. The realization dawned on him with slight indifference. All people die, even devils. He always knew it would be by his brother’s hands.
 
“What’s wrong, brother? Am I hurting you?” Vergil emphasized this by thrusting his sword in further, the rock cracking further. Dante let out a harsh cry, now fighting harder to breath and keep conscious. His back pressed against the cruel rock, and Vergil’s hilt pressed dangerously close to his skin. One more stab like that, and Dante was sure that Vergil’s arm would go through his body.
 
“Fuck, yeah!” Dante replied sharply, struggling to lock gazes with his brother. He took in the brushed back hair, glittering eyes, straight nose, smirking pale lips. Vergil seemed lifeless, only the steady rising and falling of his chest indicating that he wasn’t completely robotic. Dante came down here for this? Risked his life for this? The brother that he knew years ago wasn't reflected in those blue eyes anymore, only a violent, ambitous devil.
 
Almost as if sensing Dante’s failing energy, Vergil finally pulled back, whipping Yamato around to clear it of Dante’s blood. The red blotches flew off and stained the walls. Dante collapsed to all fours with a groan, splashing down onto his own blood. His eyes widened slightly in surprise.
 
“Shit, is this all mine?” he muttered, taking in the puddle around him. It wasn’t too big, but it was more blood than he expected to shed.
 
He suddenly felt a sharp tip under his chin, and he looked up to see Vergil gazing down at him with an unknown emotion in his eyes, his sword stretched out. The Devil Arms still gave off a luminescent light in the corner of the crevasse, but it wasn’t enough to fully reveal Vergil’s expression to Dante.
 
“Why did you come down here?” he asked, his voice cold and neutral. “Did you think that we could finally get along and be a family after this was over?”
 
A spark of pain shot through Dante’s chest. “I –“
 
“That foolish woman is filling you with these idiotic notions, Dante. I would think you’d know better.” Vergil sounded angry, jealous almost, that a stranger – a female, most especially – had more influence on Dante than he did.
 
“She fights with good intentions,” Dante replied in her defense, growing upset at Vergil’s attack on Lady, who was innocent in their rivalry. “Keep her out of this.”
 
Yamato’s tip was dangerously close to digging into Dante’s skin. It slowly trailed down to the hollow of his throat, almost as if wary of damaging the flesh there. “What, are you in love with her or something? You have to come to her defense?”
 
Dante chuckled. “As if that’s any of your business, Verge. Jealous that the babe might like me and not you? Hmm… I wonder why,” he said sarcastically, not afraid of the fact that Vergil could decapitate him with a flick of his wrist. He only wanted to get under his skin, so see if Dante still affected him like he used to.
 
Vergil growled. He sheathed his sword swiftly, managing to swipe slightly at Dante’s skin. He then kicked him, causing the younger twin to fall back against the wall. Vergil walked over and kneeled between Dante’s spread legs. He took Dante’s wrists in one hand to hold up against the wall and used the other to grip his hair. Dante hissed in pain.
 
Their faces were mere inches apart. “Yes, it is my business, brother,” he whispered harshly. “And yes, I am jealous.” His hand tightened in Dante’s hair, causing the injured Sparda to gasp sharply, but they didn’t break eye contact. “I’m jealous because you’re mine, and I won’t let a stick with breasts change that.”
 
Before Dante could retort, Vergil crushed their lips together. His tongue came out and lapped hungrily at his lips, as if starving for a taste of him. Dante let out an involuntary groan and opened his mouth submitting, almost. Vergil gave a soft appreciative moan before delving in, moving their bodies closer so that they could touch.
 
Dante found himself responding to Vergil’s desperation, for he felt it in himself as well. He let his wrists stay lax in Vergil’s grip, surrendering himself to his brother. His tongue danced against Vergil’s, sometimes evading, sometimes touching. Vergil grew frustrated with the game and pressed himself closer, determined to dominate the slick muscle. Dante whimpered and gave in, allowing Vergil to claim his mouth. The older twin the broke away, satisfied with that little victory for the moment.
 
The twins were left panting, but that didn’t leave them idle. Vergil released his hold on both Dante’s wrists and hair to explore further, first starting with his neck. His nimble, cool fingers brushed over the skin there, feeling the warmth and mapping out the planes of muscle and bone. They drifted lower underneath Dante’s coat, stroking hard flesh and feeling for Dante’s nipples. The younger twin cried out as Vergil found them and gave them a good pinch.
 
“You damned sadist,” Dante muttered, hissing around the pleasure mixed with pain. Vergil leaned in to his right ear, nipping at the lobe. Dante swore that it was playful, but Vergil couldn’t possibly have done so.
 
“And you’re the masochist, isn’t that true?” Vergil touched Dante’s healing wound and pressed around it. The pain sent heat to Dante’s groin, causing him to spread his legs wider, craving for more contact between his legs. “Whore,” Vergil said, watching with dark eyes.
 
“Shut the fuck up,” Dante retorted. He shuddered as he felt Vergil’s hands at the top of his pants. His fingers scraped at the ground, for he knew better than to touch Vergil too much, no matter how much he ached to.
 
Vergil’s lips roved down to Dante’s prominent collarbone, his tongue coming out to lick at dried blood there. Dante felt him moan at the taste, as if he loved it. Dante’s mouth went dry, suddenly thirsty for Vergil’s. He wanted to know what was so great that seemed to get Vergil off.
 
Cool fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Dante’s leather pants before dipping inside. Dante arched as Vergil grasped his erection and pulled it out. Vergil’s hand left before returning coated with warm, thick liquid. Dante vaguely realized that Vergil must have used his spilt blood as the lubricant.
 
Dante let his head fall back as Vergil began to stroke him, slow at first, and then faster. He brought his hands up to Vergil’s hair and brought him up for a passionate kiss, this time entering Vergil’s mouth. Vergil didn’t seem to mind, for he complied and sped up his movements, determined to hurry things along. Dante finally came to his orgasm with a loud cry, breaking their contact as he did so. When he opened his eyes, he found Vergil with a satisfied smirk, licking his bloody and semen covered hand. Hot and dazed, Dante leaned forward and lapped at a finger, locking his eyes onto Vergil’s as he did so, dialted with lust. Vergil indulged him for a while before pushing him back.
 
“Stop. We’re not done yet.” Vergil stood and brought Dante along with him. The younger twin wavered slightly, his legs weak, but Vergil supported him by his arm before turning him around and letting him lean against the wall. Dante wanted to protest, but he couldn’t as his pants were quickly brought down to his thighs. He heard some rustling behind him, but when he tried to turn around, Vergil just pushed him back.
 
With a sigh Dante just gave up and rested his forehead on the cold wall. What was he going to say – that he wanted to see him? Vergil would probably laugh. It meant nothing to Vergil like it did to Dante. To the older twin, it was like finding a release to primal instinct. This had nothing to do with being sincere or even loving each other.
 
He felt Vergil's hot breath at his ear. “Relax, all right?” Two slick fingers prodded at his entrance before penetrating him. It was slightly gentle, but the urgency of Vergil’s movements made it painful. Dante breathed deeply, remembering Vergil’s words. At least he was doing this… Vergil could stab, slash, beat, and bruise him, but he was considerate now. Why? It shouldn’t have been any different than all those fights. They were still enemies even when it involved sex...
 
Dante gasped as two more fingers were added, prodding deeply. they brushed against a delicate spot, causing his knees to buckle. He felt it again and groaned, forcing himself to stand. Vergil’s arm came around his waist to hold him up. “Oh damn,” Dante whispered, feeling his arousal returning. His hips pushed back, wanting that feeling again. Vergil chuckled huskily.
 
The fingers withdrew and were replaced with Vergil’s wet erection. Vergil had kicked Dante’s legs apart as he entered with a single thrust. Dante bit his lip, minful to mask his pain as agony flaredthrough his lower back.
 
Vergil paused for a bit, as if sensing this. He brought his hand around and stroked Dante’s semi-hard erection, bringing it to full length. His other hand roved higher and around to Dante’s cheek. He turned his face towards him and gave him a rough kiss, withdrawing as he did so. Tasting the erotic copper of his twin’s blood, Vergil slammed back in, setting a fast, and almost punishing, pace. Dante brought his hand up through Vergil’s hair and pulled him closer. They only broke away when he let out a loud cry of pleasure.
 
“Oh God,” he whimpered, bracing his forearms on the wall for support. His hair fell like a curtain over his face. “Do that again.”
 
Vergil smirked, his free hand raking blunt nails across Dante’s chest. He withdrew and slammed in again, making sure to remain at the same angle. Dante groaned, torn between pushing back or forward to Vergil's hand wrapped around his cock. He only Vergil to fuck him into oblivion.
 
“Whatever you say, brother,” Vergil replied, continuing.
 
Dante felt as if he was about lose consciousness, not only from the loss of blood, but from the excruciating pleasure Vergil so relentlessly delivered. He only remembered the thick scent of blood, Vergil’s voice in his ear, and the hot body holding him from behind. White stars danced before Dante’s eyes as he reached his climax, his brother’s name escaping his lips.
 
Vergil followed a thrust after, groaning out several incoherent words. When he pulled away, Dante slumped to the ground from the lack of support, his legs no longer functioning properly. He turned slightly as he heard Vergil moving about. The older twin was fully dressed and composed within ten seconds. Dante tried to clear his dazed head.
 
“What did you say?” He asked, curious to know what Vergil had said, either consciously or not. It was in the midst of orgasm; it could have been anything, but Dante still wanted to know all the same. Vergil was a man of few words. He wouldn’t say anything he didn’t mean nor intend to.
 
Vergil glanced at him, his hand on Yamato’s strap at his hip. Dante figured that he must have discarded it earlier. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, as if irritated. “I haven’t said anything.”
 
Dante’s brows furrowed as he tried to stand. He was about halfway up when he fell over both from pain and his pants scrunched up at his knees, but instead of hitting the hard ground, firm hands caught him and shoved him against the wall. At least Dante remained standing that way.
 
“Ow. Gee, thanks, bro,” Dante scoffed, trying to redress himself. He faintly noticed all the blood trailing down his legs, but he didn’t mind it too much. He’d heal in an hour or so. the emotional scarring was a different issue, however.
 
“This doesn’t change anything,” Vergil suddenly said, his tone cold and biting. Dante buttoned up his pants with a frown. “I’ll still kill you if you get in my way again.”
 
Blue eyes locked onto blue eyes. “I know,” was Dante’s simple response. While his expression was indifferent, he still felt wounded. He did know that, and Vergil pointing it out only made it that much harder to bear.
 
Vergil turned and looked up, as if scaling the walls. He bent his knees to leap up, but Dante’s words stopped him.
 
“I suppose we will meet again, though. Can’t let you become like father, now can I?” Dante knew he was stalling, maybe Vergil knew it too. If he did, he didn't show it.
 
Vergil gave him a sideways glance. “Do as you wish,” came his reply. “But don’t let me catch you with that woman.”
 
Dante’s heart skipped a beat, not in fear, but in anticipation. Perhaps it was something in Vergil’s eyes as he said it. He chuckled and pushed himself off the wall, his sore ass reminding him of what had transpired not even five minutes ago. “Or else what, Verge? Are you threatening me?”
 
Vergil didn’t grace him with a reply before finally leaving, kicking off the walls as he ascended to the top. Dante watched him go and remembered the light that they had. He looked to the left corner and saw the Devil Arms there. Did Vergil purposefully leave it? Dante smirked as he went over and picked them up.
 
“In either case, he’s gonna regret leaving them with me.”
 
 
Oh gosh, this was SO not my genre. I hope you guys enjoyed this. I added the violence, since everyone seems to like that when it comes to there two ^_^. I was thinking about writing a Lemon for another interesting cut scene. hahahahah. Whaddya say? I wanted to do a Lemon for the first cut scene involving Dante and Vergil on Mission 7, when they first meet, but there are ones for that already.
 
Thanks for reading, and if you rate this, thank you, thank you; and if you review, thank you, thank you, thank you! See you later, maybe.
 
SapphirexKat
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