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Chapter List
- 1-Vici
- 2-Vini
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- 2
Disclaimer: I don�t
own Devil May Cry.

V is for Valhalla � lj group alphabetasoup
prompt. I love this prompt set, it�s just too appropriate.

On ff
. net this goes in the D/V collection Blood
in the Water. On aff . net
it gets its own fic. I may give it its own on ff . net too� definitely if there�s a chapter three. Anyone want
to do something that merits me writing one for you?

This was written for
tenamanda1988, who wrote the 100^th review of Angel Trilogy, my strange little is it
Vergil/Dante? Is it Vergil/Lady? Fic. To tell the
truth, it was originally going to be Dante/Vergil, and in the RP version it
still is. So read into it what you will. This fic, however, is pure� diluted blood. Blood is red is Dante, blue is
water is Vergil, in is sexual innuendo. By that metaphor, yaoi
fangirls are sharks. �

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Vici II � Vini

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When the dragon he rode arrived back at the Imperial
Demesne, he went straight to the throne room. The emperor had ordered him to
report immediately upon his return.

If this was Earth, he would have taken a shower first. He
was covered in several different varietes of blood or
ichor. Of course, if this was earth, he would be a
lot cleaner: he�d always been careful not to get stuff on him when he fought so
it wouldn�t dissolve his coat.

He wore armor now, red armor at least. So he didn�t have to
be careful.

Just the opposite: Vergil liked to see him in the blood of
his foes.

Damn kinky, but what part of this wasn�t?

Well, by human standards. The devils didn�t bat an eye over
the Emperor and the commander of his knights being lovers, even if they were
twins.

He bypassed the princes waiting to give petitions without a
backward glance. Vergil had drummed it into him. The Emperor was above all of them, Dante was next to the Emperor, so if he showed any of
them respect he made Vergil look bad and that never ended well.

The huge doors swung open as he arrived, and he strode
through into the throne room, going down to one knee before the dias.

�Rise,� his brother commanded, and as he stood and met his
eyes his anticipation, already inflamed by the battle, rose, and he was glad
the armor hid the visible signs. Vergil was smiling, satisfaction and approval
promising a later reward for Dante�s victory.

Nothing showed on Dante�s face. Vergil had forced him to
learn to show only those emotions he wanted to. �Dark Emperor, Prince Zykaer has been vanquished.� Dante his
arms out, offering what appeared on them to his lord and master. �I
bring you his soul as proof.�

�Excellent, my knight.� Vergil
gestured to a servant and the soul was taken away, its fate to be decided
later. By right of conquest, Zykaer served Dante, and
hence Vergil, now. �Take your place.�

Dante mounted the dias
and stood to the right and behind Vergil�s throne, the place of the head of the
Imperial Knights. Nevan stood to the left, as Steward. She smiled approvingly
and he nodded in acknowledgement.

He hated court sessions. Hated, hated, hated. They were mind
numbingly boring except when Vergil decided to have someone executed. Sometimes
Vergil wanted him to make a show out of it, but most of the time he wanted it
to be a quick battle, no wasted strikes or flashyness.

The one time Dante had been hit Vergil had punished him
later for disgracing himself.

Inside his head, he sang 100 bottles of beer on the wall to
keep time. He�d wanted to take longer to get back so the court session would be
over soon. But the sooner he returned, the more
pleased Vergil would be.

Beer. How long had it been since
he�d had any? As long as he�d been here. He missed
pizza. But did he really want to tell a demon, go to the human world, get some
pizza, and try not to kill any humans?

Not that Vergil would let him. Human food wasn�t devilish
enough. Well, not at all, really.

At least the different types of demons tasted different, or
meat (sometimes surreptitiously seared by Agni, who was under threat of death
not to tell Vergil) and blood would get boring.

He loved fighting, he was stronger than he had ever been,
and humanity was safe now. Vergil had ordered all connections severed: the
human world had nothing to offer the demon world except souls, and they found
their way here on their own.

How long had he been here? He hadn�t had any way to measure
time at first, and then it had been a while before he started counting council
sessions. But time ran oddly here, who knew how long it had been on earth. If Enzo and Lady were still alive. If
World War III had happened or rock had gone out of style.

Finally, finally the council session was ordered adjourned
and Dante followed Vergil out, three paces behind and one to the right as
custom dictated.

Only when the portal vanished into the wall behind them did
Vergil turn and beckon to him. Finally.

Dante dismissed the armor with a thought and knelt in front
of Vergil. His lingering shame at such a submissive pose was ignored because of
his eagerness for what followed. Vergil laid a hand on his head in benediction,
and Dante drew in a ragged breath as concentrated pleasure and lust stabbed
into him: if he hadn�t been hard before he would be now.

Vergil�s wings and the other symbols of his power
disappeared, and the hand pulled Dante to him. Vergil�s self control was a pain
in the ass, or rather a delay of the wanted pain in the ass to Dante. Vergil
wouldn�t take him until Dante had aroused him enough.

Dante was glad now Vergil had ordered Nevan to see to it he
was trained, even though it had been a horrible concept at the time. But Vergil
had told him to do as they told him, and it had been good, though he�d been
disgusted with himself, begging for an incubus to�

Vergil interrupted his thought by pushing Dante�s head
towards him harder, and Dante proceeded to lick, suck, bite� Damn the fact that Vergil
was the Ice Emperor, he was damn horny. That was what he lived for now, that
and the ass-kicking. He wasn�t the little kid that had hid as his mother was
painfully murdered now. He was strong. They feared him, he could taste it.

Finally Vergil tugged him away, and Dante hoped he hadn�t
done anything wrong, but Vergil was smiling in that slightly cruel way that
sent shivers down Dante�s spine. �Dante.�

�Yes, Your Darkness?�

�I�m feeling nostalgic tonight. Go put yourself in the
chains."

The ghost of the devil hunter rebelled at the thought, but
what was between his legs was real. �As you command.�

Dante posed artfully in the chains (he�d always been proud
of how drop-dead sexy he was) and Vergil stalked closer.
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