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One Sad Summer	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One Sad Summer
- 2-Break from Home
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Title: One Sad Summer

Author: SapphirexKat2

Rating: NC-17 [Scared yet?]

Warnings: SLASH! TWINCEST! [That should be enough to scare you!!] Dirty conversations.

Pairing: Dante/Vergil (DUH!!!)

Summary: Sometimes, summer just freakin' sucks ass, especially for Dante, whose brother is stuck with educational stuff.

Author's Notes: My Microsoft WORD is currently unavailable. I didn't catch all misspelling errors.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't know who created Devil My Cry, you need freakin' help. All this but the plot belongs to CAPCOM.

Dante was extremely paranoid, jealous, and alone. He lied on the right side of his bed, staring blankly at the empty spot on his left where his brother should've been... if it wasn't for that damned summer program. A week ago, his brilliant, perfect brother was accepted into this government and debate cirriculum that was recommended by the school councellor. Dante never wanted more than to blast that old woman straight to hell. Because of her, Vergil was accepted, and because Vergil was accepted, Dante was cold, bored, and fuckin' horny.
To top it all off, he was also worried about his twin. Dante trusted him, of course, but he didn't trust the other students, who were definitely sex-deprived and would feast on any hot flesh they could find. Dante wanted to be there, or have Vergil here with him...on his bed...fucking and then cuddling afterwards, knwoing that he was with him and no one else.
How was he going to survive for two more weeks?! Of course, Vergil called, but those were rare and far between since he had so much work and activities to do. He barely got in ten minutes, and most of those were spent talking to their mother. By the time Dante took the phone, Vergil had to go. Cell phones weren't really allowed; part of campus rules.
So Dante was very much feeling neglected. Eva offered to take him places, such as shopping or to the movies... even extended his curfew to 2 am, but he wasn't feeling it. His demeanor wasn't the same without his other half. So Eva watched him pitifully and grew worried since he didn't eat much or hold the same enthusiasm that he usually did.
He was pathetic, and he knew it. Dante was slightly disappointed with himself to let his emotions be so easily swayed by his brother, but it couldn't be helped. He loved that bastard like crazy and having him out of arm's reach hurt like a bitch.
Dante glanced at the clock. It was about 1:30am. He sighed and tried to find some rest. It didn't help him much to just lie and brood over the turn of events for the summer. He and Vergil were supposed to spend more time together (not that they already didn't), like get jobs and cause trouble. Just as his eyes began to drift shut, his cell phone buzzed and let out a soft tune from a popular song. Dante immediately reached over to his nightstand on his right and flipped the phone open.
"Vergil?" he said, expectant and hopeful. His phone was able to program certain callers with certain tunes. Dante knew that it had to be his twin.
"Hey, Dante," Vergil replied, his voice gentle. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
Dante sat up, his fist clenching around the thin sheet about his waist. Just hearing Vergil's voice made him seem so near, as if he was right there and whispering to him. Dante's heartbeat picked up with excitement and joy, feeling like a school girl who just got asked out by her crush. How did Vergil do this to him?
"No. I was just thinking about you."
Vergil chuckled, and the receiver made it sound dark and husky. Dante could feel his skin heating up with the initial effects of arousal, and he bit his lip to stifle a whimper. "Good, because I was just thinking about you."
Dante grinned. "Of course you were," he said in mock conceit. "Who wouldn't?"
"Definitely not me."
While Dante always tried to make fun of certain moments, Vergil still emerged sweet and sincere. He was just honest like that, and Dante loved him all the more for it. The messages were subtle, but they meant the world to Dante.
"So why did you call, especially at this time? Won't you get into trouble?"
"Whatever. They can kiss my ass. Besides, I wanted to talk to you. We haven't had a proper conversation since I left.
Dante smirked. "Actually, we didn't have much of a conversation to begin with," he argued playfully. "You were too busy sucking me off." The memory of Vergil's lips around his swollen cock made him shudder, and his hand moved closer to his slowly awakening erection.
"Ah, dear brother, but you were too busy moaning my name to say anything either."
Dante walked into that one, and before he knew it, he was spreading his legs, feeling the arousal coursing through his blood and coiling at his lower stomach. Vergil always knew what to say to get him off. He didn't even need to touch him.
"I guess you've got me," he breathed out with difficulty, trying to reign control over his body. A few words and Vergil had him panting. "Shit... I wish you were here, Verge..."
A slight shuddering of breath. "I wish I was there, too, Dante. I want to touch you..."
Dante gasped as he gripped his erection through the cloth and massaged with growing length. His vision blurred for a moment before he could regain his composure and formulate a sentence. "Tell me... ah... what to do."
Vergil made a soft sound, and Dante felt a spark of lust between his legs. He pulled the sheet aside to reveal his red boxers and the bulge beneath them, waiting for Vergil's word. His fingers trembled with anticipation on his hip.
"Get naked. Take everything off."
Dante obeyed as Vergil waited in silence. He threw the garment somewhere and fought the urge to jerk himself off without any further commands. "All right," he confirmed shakily to Vergil.
"Now make sure to lube yourself carefully. Make your cock nice and slick for me, baby."
Dante reached over the bedside table for the tube, knocking off the various items on the cluttered surface. With one hand, he popped the cap open and spread the cool gel over the head of his erection. He gave a slight cry at the sensation and tossed the container away. He proceeded to spread the thick substance over the rest of his arousal, soft moans escaping him as he did so. He could faintly hear Vergil's breath at his ear, and it encouraged him to squeeze himself, to pump his erection faster.
"Wait, Dante," Vergil cut in, as if sensing his twin's urgency. Dante stopped with a whimper of protest, halting his hand on the base of his shaft. "I want you to tease yourself. Pinch your nipples, pet your inner thing,s and touch your hole. Tell me how hot you are."
Dante did just that. He twisted his nipples cruelly and gave a sharp gasp, his breath coming out in ragged pants as he trailed his slick fingers lower to the junction between his legs. He bent his knees and proceeded lower, brushing over his creamy thighs and prodding at his entrance. A low keening sound left him as his fingertips tested his pucked hole.
"I'm fuckin' burning, Verge," he rasped, his hips thrusting onto the tip of one finger, but nothing more. "My body's burning for your thick cock to pound into me."
"Sorry, baby. You're just going to have to improvise." Vergil sounded just as breathless as Dante did, but truly apologetic. Dante wanted to whine. "I'll make it up to you when I get back."
"Yeah, like in another two and a half weeks," Dante replied, unable to keep the bitterness out of his tone.
"Do you want me to come back now, baby? I swear I will."
'Yes. I need you' Dante shook his head. He shouldn't be so selfish. "No. I'll wait." He stroked his arousal a couple of more times and groaned, imagining Vergil's hand instead of his own.
"I don't have much time. Please... let me hear you come, Dante." Vergil's voice was ragged and breathless, desperate almost. Dante used this to fuel his pleasure, and within a minutes he climaxed with a sharp cry. Cum splattered on his chest and some got his chin and phone. He fell back, pnating and listening as his brother was following after him with a soft moan. Dante almost felt himself stirring again.
"I love you, Vergil," Dante whispered at last, sated for the moment, but not completely satisfied. He brought his hand up and licked his essence from his soiled fingers.
"I love you too, brother," Vergil replied softly. "And when I get back, I'll show you just how much."
Dante grinned. "I hold you to that."
"Now get some sleep. I'll call you later. Sweet dreams, baby."
"G'night, Verge."
"Good night, Dante."
With that, they hung up. Dante wiped his phone on his sheets and placed it back on his nightstand. He shifted over to Vergil's side of the bed and closed his eyes, still able to smell his brother's scent on the pillow. Dante nuzzled into the soft padding and fell into a pleasant slumber filled with Vergil, leather, and bondage.

Hmm, should I continue? I was thinking about having Vergil sneak out of this stupid summer program, or having Dante come and 'visit' him. heheheh. Up to you. Which would you like?
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