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New Year's Resolution	By : Laryna6 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2991 -:- 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-New Year's Resolution
- 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own Devil May Cry. You can tell by the
way this is not something that would ever
be done by Capcom.

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Damn sunbeam. He needed to get curtains or blinds or
something for his new shop. He worked nights for heaven’s sake, he didn’t need
to get up at the crack of dawn…

He wasn’t in his bed.

Okay. Calm. Don’t tense up or do anything else to let them
know you’re awake until you can figure out what the hell is going on.

He was lying on a wood floor, naked, with some sort of dried
liquid sticky on his abdomen.

Throwing his head back
and roaring as he came, wanting perversely for every reveler in miles to know
he was having a better night than they were, and to hell with the ones trying
to sleep.

So he’d gotten plastered again. He hadn’t done that in ages…
but last night was New Years’ and he’d
been invited to the Love Planet by Enzo for old time’s sake and Enzo had begged
him to show off to his buddies how his old pal Dante could hold his liquor.
Chugging Jack Daniels…

Idiot, Dante. You can’t die now.

Your life isn’t your own.

So… he’d collapsed on the floor somewhere. Just like in the
old days. Of course, the old days were only a few months ago… almost a year.

Almost a year since he’d
fallen.

A warm body with his eyes, not alone not alone not alone… how
could he not embrace it?

Dante opened his eyes.

Okay, no harm done. He’d made it home to his new shop, was
lying on the floor next to his bed. Must have rolled out of it.

Wait a minute. Rolled out of it without waking up? Even when
he was really plastered, someone
cleaning in the next room made him get up and grab a weapon. Slamming into the
floor, how had he slept through that?

He propped himself up on his elbows.

Wait a minute. That wasn’t spilled alcohol on his abs.

At least it wasn’t blood.

He hadn’t slept around since then, either.

What had happened
last night?!

He had… walked home around four, and he’d wanted to get home
quick so he’d been drunk enough to use Quicksilver for a few blocks, and then
he’d been shouting and running and doing all sorts of crazy, show-off things.

And then… there had been somebody there. His breath caught.

Vergil? No, it couldn’t be, Vergil was lost. He’d thought it
was Vergil.

Had his eyes.

Their eyes, with
just that tinge more of the demonic,

You’re an idiot, Dante. You summoned the doppelganger and
thought it was your brother?

Wasn’t as bad as proposing to a mop. But it felt like a
betrayal.

Had he been so drunk he hadn’t noticed the double vision?
Yeah.

So… he’d, they’d gone the last few steps to the new shop and
then Dante had… slipped? He never slipped.

Plastered. That explained everything, right?

And the doppelganger had caught him and Dante had thrown his
arms around his neck and gone into some stupid maudlin speech about how he
missed his jerk of a brother who had kept stabbing him. Ended up crying. Crying, for fuck’s sake.

Missed him so, so
much, felt like his heart had been ripped out that Vergil would never be there
to pierce him again.

Ended up kissing him.

Dante groaned. Really, really plastered.

He’d… dragged him to the bedroom then, babbling how… sorry
he was and how he wanted to welcome him back.

Ripped their clothes off and not noticed how he was just
taking his own clothes off.

They’d moved in
perfect tandem, like they’d never been parted, like everything horrible had
never happened. Together.

It didn’t feel quite
right, but he was too lost and needy to notice, it just made him try harder.

Bite the neck of the
body beneath him, because Vergil wanted him to be more demonic, and he would
be, he would be for him if he wouldn’t go away again. Whisper how he would give
him the damn sword, he’d never wanted it anyway. Just wanted his family, just wanted
his brother.

Hungry for that
familiar blood, cutting himself with razor nails so Vergil could taste his own,
a blood sacrifice.

Their tongues dueled
like their swords did, thrusting like their cocks did, always sparring, always
fighting, but why couldn’t it always be like this?

Roll above him to trap
him, to keep him forever. He’d give him power so he would stay.

Roll beneath him in
surrender, offering himself.

Claws ripping and
tearing, painting themselves with their shared blood. Hissing into each other’s
ears and reaching down to stroke him.

He’d had to use so
many devil stars to stay devil triggered, but wasn’t that how Vergil wanted
him? Not a weak human with poison emotions. Just rutting here, this passion was
enough. Enough.

Tried not to think of
how he wanted more than this pain-laced ecstasy.

But this was good, to
feel claws on scales now, fangs biting and growling, animal passion and need.

He’d been willing,
then, to forsake everything human. Caring and… all the things Vergil had never
bothered with. Dante knew he was weak to bother about them, weak to let himself
care for the human. She wouldn’t give him what his human side wanted. She would
never love a demon.

They’d roared and
turned to feed on each other, suck on
each other, and Dante had followed Vergil’s lead, done to Vergil what Vergil
did to him, and it was so good. So, so good.

Hot, hot like a
blazing inferno and grazing him with devil fangs, teeth like a shark.

He’d begged him to
come together, together, and had come for him, screaming his name.

His eyes had never
closed, looking into Vergil’s face in ecstasy, knowing he had caused it, that
Vergil would never leave him now. Relief…

He’d had to fight to
get Vergil to impale him (what a switch), it had been difficult to move into
position somehow… he’d roared again then, feeling his dick pressed between
their bodies. Hot and tight and slick.

They’d moved in
tandem, perfect tandem and he’d loved it, he’d wanted it to never end but it
had felt so good he’d come too soon, too soon, and then he’d collapsed and
Vergil was…

Gone. He’d used up his devil trigger and the doppelganger
had gone away.

“Well, hell. Now that was the ultimate in masturbation.”
Dante shook his head to clear the images. Not that they were bad images.

He didn’t think of the tear he’d shed before he’d fallen
unconscious, to find himself alone, that Vergil had left. Again.

It had just been… his damn kinky demonic mind. He’d been
turned on by seeing himself, that was it. He didn’t… feel that way about his
twin.

He loved him, yeah. He wanted him back, hell yeah. He wished
he had managed to catch him, or jumped in after him like crazy.

Dante groaned, putting his head in his hands. Who was he
kidding.

He was already half-hard just thinking about it now.

He knew he would do it again.

Imagine it was Vergil, whisper promises into his ear, beg
him to stay in the heights of passion.

Even if after, just like now, it would feel like he really
had been impaled, heart ripped out. Even if all it would do was remind him how
much he missed him.

Dante knew he would keep scratching the itch, that it would
never go away.

Until he found him again, brought him home. Kept him.

He wondered how many years that would be his New Year’s
resolution for.
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