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When Angels Scream and Devils Cry	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dante clings to his brother as they both stumble out of the portal and into the near-pitch black darkness of a large, enclosed space. The air is stale here, but it's far better than the dumpster fire stench of the Underworld meaning that they must be back in the Human Realm. Dante peers around at the room they're in for a moment, his eyes adjusting enough to make out that it's a ballroom, then returns his attention to Vergil. Vergil's scowling as he does his own check on their surroundings, and for some reason he looks like he does when they had crossed swords at Temen-ni-gru. Dante doesn't want to think about that right now though, and presses up against his brother more firmly, his mouth going to Vergil's jawline.
Vergil gives a very slight twitch as Dante nips at his jaw, and then Yamato is just gone—willed away to wherever it is they keep their Devil Arms—so he can grasp Dante by his hips. Dante knows he shouldn't tease him, not after what had just happened only minutes ago, but Dante wants to push him past the edge. Vergil's shown that he can be aggressive with just a taste of Dante's blood, and oh how Dante wants more of that. It makes up for the fact that Vergil hasn't really done anything like this, excluding the one time he had apparently had sex and ended up fathering Nero.
Going from light nips to soft, chaste kisses, Dante works his way up Vergil's jaw to his ear. Vergil's fingers tighten on him to the point that Dante would bruise if he were just a human as Dante takes the lobe between his teeth and tugs on it gently. His brother stiffens with a groan and Dante inwardly grins at having found one of his more sensitive spots. Dante tucks the information away for later use and lets go of Vergil's earlobe to press his lips against the patch of skin just under his ear.
"Dante." His brother's voice is strained, and Dante knows he's trying to hold back, which isn't like him at all. Then again, Vergil's also shown that he does have his own insecurities and fears, and Dante really doesn't want to think about how things would have gone if he hadn't caught up to Vergil. Losing him again would have destroyed him, and he knows it isn't because he's his brother. Dante really does want him, he always has. It's soul deep, this need to be with Vergil, and nothing else has ever been able to soothe it.
"Yes, Verge?" Dante hums out against Vergil's neck then carefully scrape his teeth over the skin. Vergil gives a low growl this time and lets go of a hip to grab Dante by his chin. Dante gives him a grin as Vergil forcefully tilts his face towards his, and gauges just how close Vergil is to losing control. The answer is very close and a shiver of excitement runs through him.
Vergil's mouth presses against his in a kiss that Dante can only describe as hungry and he eagerly parts his lips at the feel of Vergil's tongue against them. Vergil's blood fills his mouth again, the flavor of it almost what he imagines electricity to be, and Dante shamelessly moans as he swallows it. His knees give out as a bit of Vergil's power surges through him, and the only things keeping him upright are his arms around Vergil's neck and the hand Vergil still has on his hip. Lust and desire pools in his groin and Dante needs Vergil in him as soon as possible.
There comes a loud crash from somewhere behind them and Dante wants to ignore it because he feels like he's going to go insane with this burning need, but the sooner they take care of this interruption the sooner they can fuck. His legs don't seem to agree with him, however, and buckle under him as soon as he tries to pull away from his brother. Vergil keeps him from falling flat on his ass, both arms wrapping tightly around Dante's waist and pulling him to his chest.
Light spills into the ballroom from the double doors that have been thrown open, and Dante can just barely make out a person standing in the doorway. "Do not move from where you are, demons." The voice that calls out sounds vaguely familiar, but Vergil apparently recognizes it because he stiffens behind Dante. "You may yet escape with your lives if you can provide a satisfactory explanation as to why you are trespassing in my home."
The ballroom lights up and for several seconds Dante knows they're both blinded by the sudden brightness, leaving them at the mercy of the demon. Dante hates that they're at such a disadvantage, but the demon doesn't attack them, which is rare for everything he's experienced. He must be serious about them explaining how they had gotten here, and if he is then he might actually let them live.
"Sorry, wasn't aware that someone was home. We would've knocked but we didn't exactly use a door to get here." Vergil hisses at Dante through his teeth as Dante speaks, but he ignores him and leans further back into Vergil's grasp so he has to take all of his weight. Dante gives his eyes a quick rub, his sight finally adjusting to the lighting, then he arches a brow as he takes in the scowling face of a demon that looks a hell of a lot like their dear old dad. He is unimpressed and so is Dante. "Hey, Vergil, do you recall that bastard Mundus making a puppet that looked like dad?"
"That is no puppet, Dante." His brother's voice is oddly flat, his arms quivering around Dante slightly and Dante silently curses at himself for having brought up Mundus. Defeating the bastard once hadn't been enough, and if he does show his face again like he promised then Dante's going to make sure that he kills him for what he did to Vergil. "That is our father."
Sparda's eyes narrow into a glare as he listens to them, demonic energy faintly crackling around him with his anger. "I do not know what game you are playing at, demons, but I am not your father and I am no puppet to Mundus. You have a lot of nerve breaking into my home using those forms and claiming the names of my sons." The demon is pissed and he takes a menacing step towards them as he brings out a sword that should be in his brother's possession right at this moment. Now would be a really good time for Dante's legs to start working again.
"Interesting," his brother murmurs at the sight of what is clearly Yamato then shifts his grasp on Dante to pick him up and hold him like he's some sort of damsel. Vergil ignores the soft growl he gives in protest and summons his own Yamato, the sword appearing in front of them and hovering in a field of Vergil's demonic energy. "It would seem that in our haste to leave the Underworld we have inadvertently ended up in the past. Implausible as it sounds it is the only explanation that fits."
Sparda falters at this, and Dante has to admit that he's trying to wrap his head around the fact that they're in the past. It sounds crazy, but crazy is their bread and butter so it's only normal for them. "You are truly…" Their dad doesn't seem to know what to say, and to be honest Dante doesn't have a clue either. What Dante does know is that he would very much like to get back to what they were doing before the old man barged in on them. Not to say that he has a one track mind, but his blood is still burning something fierce and his brother still smells of arousal, so Dante knows he's thinking about it too.
"Hi. I'm Dante, that's Vergil, and we're your kids from the future. Now, if you don't mind, we were very close to fucking before you kicked the doors in." Dante shoots their old man a suggestive grin while Vergil gives a very good impression of someone choking. His brother's Yamato disappears and Dante almost worries that Vergil's going to drop him on his ass but his hold on Dante tightens.
"Have a bit of tact, Dante!" His brother wheezes out sharply, low enough that the old man doesn't seem to hear.
"Relax, bro. Demons don't care if we're fucking each other." Dante purposefully keeps his voice loud enough so that their dad can hear him as well, and he looks up at his brother with a smirk. There's a faint pink to his cheeks and he glowers at him.
"That is not-must you be so vulgar, little brother?" Ah. He's not bothered by their dad knowing about them, but that Dante's cursing in front of him. How…quaint. Is that the word? He could ask his brother, but that would give him the impression that Dante cares about all that fancy prose. That's Vergil's arena, not Dante's, and he really only like the fancy prose when it's coming from Vergil.
"While I certainly do not care about your decision to have relations with each other I am curious as to why the two of you were in the Underworld that I sealed off access to." Of course their dad would want to know about that, and Dante can't help the irritated scowl that settles onto his face while he glares at him. Vergil, shockingly enough, gives a low growl that has the old man taking a step back in surprise. "Later, of course, once you've gotten cleaned up and have taken care of your needs. I take it that you know where the guest rooms are?"
"Yes." Vergil's voice is sharp enough that it almost puts Yamato's edge to shame, and he doesn't even wait for their dad to respond before he just takes off. Dante doesn't really remember the layout of the manor, but Vergil navigates it with ease at speeds that should honestly give them whiplash because they end up in front of a door in record timing. He fumbles with the handle for a few seconds instead of setting Dante down, but manages to get the door open.
They're barely inside the room before Dante twists in Vergil's grasp and pull himself up with an arm looped around his neck to latch his mouth onto Vergil's. It's enough to stop him in his tracks, his irises flashing a demonic red as his last bit of control shreds completely, and he returns the kiss desperately. Dante very quickly find himself back on his traitorous feet and pressed against the doorframe as his brother starts pushing his coat off of his shoulders. His legs threaten to give out again as he's forced to let go of Vergil, and Dante briefly wonders what in the hell is wrong with him because this is starting to become a problem.
His brother seems to be entirely unaware of Dante's issue, then again he's still pressing him into the doorframe as he slides Dante's coat off and occupying Dante's mouth with his. There's no blood this time as Vergil's tongue pries past his lips and engages Dante's. He wants more, no, he needs more, so Dante quickly bites into the side of his own tongue, but Vergil's tongue gets caught as well and oh god…oh fuck. The taste is like a punch to the gut yet so indescribably good that it makes Dante almost swoon. He can't even imagine what it's doing to Vergil if it's doing this to him. The answer to that comes quickly enough.
His demonic energy crackles around him as if he's Triggering, only he doesn't, and Dante knows he hears the distinct sound of cloth shredding, cool air alighting on his chest as it's exposed, but he's too busy having his mouth devoured to even try and see what Vergil's done to his shirt. The touch of his fingertips on Dante's skin is electric, extraordinarily gentle caresses with the slightest feel of something sharp and deadly that drags over Dante's flesh in a feather-light sensation. His brother has fucking claws and Dante doesn't immediately think of how much it would hurt for him to prepare Dante. He's thinking of how goddamned sexy it is and he's salivating at the thought of Vergil digging them into his hips. They just need to get to that point.
Dante breaks off the kiss and presses his hands against Vergil's chest—not to push Vergil away—but to slide them under his coat and start taking it off of him. His brother growls at him and then just like that all of his clothes, even his boots and gloves, vanish. That is just unfair, but then why can't Dante just…magic his own clothes off too? He's not sure how Vergil did it because simply wanting them gone just doesn't work, and he's at risk of losing his jeans to Vergil's claws. The shirt he can live without, but he'll be damned if he loses his jeans when he has nothing else to wear if they get destroyed.
Dante bats Vergil's hands away as they reach for his jeans, receiving another growl while Vergil's energy crackles over his skin. Baring his teeth at his brother, Dante snarls in return and quickly undoes the buckle of his belt and the button of his jeans before Vergil can reach for them again. Dante has to toe off his boots to get the jeans off, all while trying to keep his damned balance as his legs are still working against him, and Vergil gives a much deeper growl, his lips curling back to reveal his teeth. Well fuck, he's definitely not happy at being denied access to Dante, so he doesn't even try to take his gloves off.
Dante's not sure what comes over him, but he gives a soft, wavering croon and cautiously reaches for Vergil. Vergil's watching him carefully with those bright red demonic eyes, and for a brief second there's a sliver of icy blue ringing his pupils. Dante croons again, his fingers lightly brushing against Vergil's jaw and there's an obvious shift in his demeanor as he leans into Dante's touch with a soft purr. It's all Dante needs to wrap his arms around Vergil's neck and pull himself against Vergil with a needy whimper.
Dante's aching and swollen cock drags across the front of Vergil's right thigh then rubs up against his brother's erection with the press of their bodies, and the simple contact is both heady and maddening. His brother makes a noise that sounds absolutely inhuman, not quite a growl and not quite a moan, then proceeds to lift Dante up by the backs of his thighs. The slide of skin on skin as Dante wraps his legs around Vergil's waist, Dante's weight settling against him, has Dante groaning deliriously and rocking against him for more friction. Vergil makes another noise, his hands tightening on Dante's ass and stifling his ability to move, while his energy crackles fiercely around them with the threat of a full Trigger. Dante tries not to imagine what it will be like, but Dante wonders and his blood sings at the thought of his brother taking him in his Trigger state.
In a blink Dante find himself sinking into incredible softness with Vergil's weight bearing down on him for the briefest of seconds and then Vergil breaks free of his arms to pull away. Dante gives a desperate whine and starts to sit up, only for his brother to croon at him as he lifts Dante by his hips until only his shoulder blades are in contact with the bed and Vergil's thrown his legs over his shoulders. Something warm and wet swipes over the crack of Dante's ass and over his balls, and oh! Oh god! A ragged moan leaves Dante as Vergil pulls his cheeks apart and runs his tongue firmly over the puckered hole there. It's so fucking filthy, so animal, and so very hot.
Dante's body spasms uncontrollably and he tries, he honestly tries, to press into Vergil's tongue for more. He's held in place by his hips, and he swears to god that his brother has enough sense of self that he gives an amused huff, the warm breath fanning over the wet that is his spit and it goes cold. A sharp, piercing whine leaves Dante as he strains in another attempt, his fingers digging and twisting into the coverlet until there comes a sound of ripping fabric, yet still Vergil denies him movement. He gives Dante another firm swipe of his tongue then probes into him, just enough to turn Dante into a quivering, whining mess of burning, aching need.
Dante sobs as Vergil pulls away to lower Dante's hips, his legs still thrown over Vergil's shoulders but now with the backs of his knees slotted over them perfectly, and Vergil gives a soft croon to reassure him. Vergil's cock, hard and thick, presses into him slowly with only the faintest twinge of pain when there should be more, but Dante doesn't particularly care because Vergil's finally in him. There's a sense of being whole as Vergil fills him completely, hips perfectly flush against Dante's ass, and he knows Vergil feels it too as he pauses and peers at Dante, another flicker of icy blue within bright demonic red.
"Move, Vergil!" The moment is lost with Dante's throaty plea, and he gives a shallow roll of his hips, all that he can manage with his brother holding him in place, to goad him into action. Vergil pulls out almost entirely, agonizingly slow, then snaps his hips to thrust into Dante blindingly fast, and Dante's nearly folded in on himself as Vergil leans over him. Dante arches into him with a ragged cry, sharp little pricks of pain twisting into the absolute pleasure that rockets through him as his brother's claws dig into the skin of his hips while he starts up a stilted pace.
Vergil gives a breathy growl with each thrust into him, while Dante moans feebly and tries to meet him, only for their position to keep him from doing so. Dante's frustration is starting to build, and he reaches up and grasps his brother by the back of his head to pull him more down towards him, while also lifting himself up enough so that they can kiss. It's awkward as hell, but Dante uses it to his advantage to bite into the side of his tongue and swipe his blood across Vergil's lips. Vergil goes still at the taste, fully pressed into Dante, and then with a primal roar he Triggers.
Dante's vision goes white as Vergil's demonic energy bathes him inside and out, and orgasm sweeps through him like a current of electricity, his semen painting his own stomach and chin. He's significantly fuller now, nearly to the point of pain, and keenly aware of how absolutely still Vergil is save for the minute quivering of his muscles. Blood singing in Dante's veins for more, more, more, he give/ a stifled jerk of his hips and mewls into Vergil's mouth.
Vergil snaps out of his stillness with a growl, his claws digging further into Dante's hips as he starts up a much more brutal pace. It feels like he's going to snap Dante in two as he fucks him down into the bedding with his full strength, dragging sharp whimpers and piercing moans out of Dante that he swallows up greedily. Spots dance in Dante's vision as his brother's cock scrapes against a particular point inside of him, stealing him breath away and setting his nerves ablaze with pleasure he's never felt before now. It's enough to get Dante hard all over again, agonizingly so, and he squirms to try and find the perfect angle.
Dante has no leverage to move like this, and he doesn't have the strength to overpower Vergil's Sin Trigger without going into his that is a gamble with how completely pinned he is, but he has to do something. Letting go of his brother and dropping fully back onto the bedding, a different opportunity comes with Dante's legs slipping off of his shoulders. Vergil leans up slightly, just enough for Dante to dislodge his legs completely and twist where he lays. A deep growl sounds at the upset Dante has caused in his rhythm, but Dante ignores it and continues to twist further in the grasp Vergil has on his hips, forcing him to pull out completely.
The blood from where his claws are buried is all Dante needs to loosen his hold, as much as it hurts having them tear through his skin, and flip over. Dante scrambles onto his hands and knees, presenting Vergil with his ass, and croons at him over his shoulder. Vergil's already surging up onto his knees, not needing any extra incentive to continue, his hands returning to Dante's abused hips. Dante hisses softly as Vergil enters him again, this time none-too-gently, and arch his back as he adjusts to the new position. It's already so much better, Vergil's thrusts going deeper than before, and oh!
Dante's arms give out, his face pressing into the ruined coverlet as Vergil hits that sweet spot dead on, and Dante moans like a whore. It takes some effort to turn his head enough so that he doesn't suffocate, but he eagerly presses back to meet Vergil's thrusts, his fingers digging into the bedding once more. There must be something in the way Dante has reacted because Vergil hits that spot again and again, pulling sharp and ragged moans from him with ease. It quickly becomes too much, and everything in Dante locks up tight as he comes again with a hoarse cry. More of Vergil's demonic energy crashes through him, his brother having gone still once more with his cock fully buried in him. Dante's acutely aware of the wet warmth of his brother's seed as it pulses into him, and a delighted shudder runs through him at the sheer intimacy of the act.
They stay like this for maybe a minute before Vergil finally pulls out and Dante can sense his shift back to his human form. Dante gracelessly falls onto his side, trying to miss the mess of blood and semen, as bone-deep weariness settles over him. His brother makes a soft noise in his throat, a little hitch of breath, and then his hands are tracing over Dante. "Mmm… No more, Verge, I'm tired." Dante's voice slurs just a little, and he's so worn out that he can't even move to get cleaned up.
"What have I done to you, Dante?" There's panic in Vergil's voice, his scent twisting with guilt and shame, as his touch lingers on Dante's hips. "I hurt you."
"Hey now, I wanted this, Vergil, every fucking second of it, and I'd do it all again because I loved it." There's no fight in Dante's voice, he simply doesn't have the energy because all he wants now is to curl up with his brother—mate, a deeper part of him croons—and go to sleep. "If you have enough energy to fuss over me then the least you could do is get the both of us cleaned up, 'cause I can't move." Dante expects Vergil to maybe argue with him some more, for them to go in circles on this, but Vergil gives a soft sigh, smelling of reluctant acceptance, and the mattress shifts as he gets up.
Tired as Dante is, he listens intently as Vergil pads away to the bathroom only to return a moment later. The mattress dips by him with Vergil's weight and a damp warmth soothingly traces over his exposed hip. His brother is exceedingly gentle as he wipes away the evidence of their—hm, what's a better word?—frenzied mating, taking extra care as he goes over Dante's ass. Dante can't help the low moan he gives, nor the way his body subtly shifts to eagerly press into the touch of the cloth as Vergil cleans his entrance. He can't possibly want more sex, yet here he is, like some damned slut needing a fix.
"I thought you were tired, little brother." Vergil's voice is like a silken caress, low pitched and with a note of something Dante's too tired to place. Only he's not really tired anymore, strength suffusing his limbs as his blood starts singing again. "That you can't move." Vergil's voice dips lower, almost a purr, and Dante whimpers as his cock stirs once more. "We are half-demons, so you should know that it would take more than a single fuck for us to be satisfied, baby brother." A word so crude and dirty should not sound polished and elegant, yet Vergil somehow manages it; and then there's the fact that he's taking words so innocent and wholesome and making them sound absolutely filthy. It's a goddamn gift and Dante's almost jealous.
Vergil pulls the cloth away and Dante takes that as his cue to roll over onto his back, his gaze automatically seeking Vergil's form. There's tenderness in his eyes, hidden underneath the amusement and desire, and though Dante knows Vergil'll probably never say the words, he can see them written quite clearly in Vergil's expression. Dante's heart swells with the knowledge, and he breaks out into a grin that gets him a faint smile in return from his brother. "No sense in cleaning up if we're just gonna get dirtier."
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