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Devil May Catch 'Em All	By : Demonized Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A cocksure smirk graces Dante's lips and he leans towards Vergil, completely oblivious to the transparent flames that have enveloped him. "Is that your way of saying I'm hot?"
Vergil resists the urge to sigh because surely Dante cannot be that obtuse. "Yes, you're hot, and you're still on fire. Literally on fire." Vergil keeps his tone as flat as possible, letting none of his irritation bleed through, and levels an equally flat stare at his brother. Dante's smirk shifts, becoming a victorious grin that lets Vergil know that he's been had. Dante can be such a child despite having the mind of a forty-six-year-old.
"So you're an electric type and I'm a fire type." The flames go out just like that, Dante looking quite smug as he straightens up. "It fits." It does but there seems to be something weighing on his mind, and it's evident just behind the smile he gives Vergil.
"What's wrong?" Dante grimaces at Vergil's question, obviously having not expected for him to pry, then looks away with a frown. "Dante?"
"It's nothing." Vergil arches a brow at the clear evasion, not expecting such a sudden withdrawal from his twin who has been so open with him for the past three years.
"Don't retreat from me, Dante." For a minute Dante says nothing, does nothing, and then he's on Vergil's lap, head tucked under his chin as he gives a whimper. Vergil can't comfort him how he wants to, how his instincts demand him to, so he is left with simply holding Dante. "Talk to me, beloved."
"It's dumb," Dante whispers with a slight shake of his head.
"What do you need of me? Ask and it is yours, Dante, so long as it is in my power to give it to you." Dante gives a slight tremble, face nuzzling into the curve of Vergil's neck with a soft, needful cry that pulls at his instincts. Vergil is almost certain that he can guess at what it is that Dante wants and Vergil is not so unreasonable as to deny him such a simple thing. Yes, he knows what it does to them. Yes, he knows that the damnable warding will likely kick in if either of them gets carried away. "Take my blood, beloved."
Dante stiffens at the offer, scent ladened with uncertainty, then draws back to look at Vergil. "I can't." It comes out as a soft whine, his tail drooping.
"Yes, you can," Vergil states firmly then brings up his arm and offers Dante his wrist. Dante still hesitates, gaze lingering on his wrist, another whine bubbling up in his throat. Knowing that he won't take it on his own, Vergil scores himself in one quick slash of his claws then presses his bleeding wrist to Dante's mouth.
Dante's resistance immediately vanishes, hands closing tightly on Vergil's arm as he seals his mouth over the already healing wound. There's a slight pinch as he bites down, an airy moan in his throat, followed by a distinct pull as he feeds on Vergil's blood. His moan quickly becomes a heady purr while his tail perks up and wags happily. For several minutes he is locked to his wrist, which is surprising given that he should have reacted to the aphrodisiac nature of their blood within a matter of seconds. That he hasn't…
"Ew, gross," a distinctly annoying and childlike voice says from their right. The interruption is enough to get Dante to stop, a scowl on his blood-stained lips as he twists around to glare at one of the children from the training session.
"A human like you wouldn't understand," Dante grits out, the scales on his tail bristling much like the fur on a cat or dog would. "Or did you miss the fact that we're Pokémon?"
"Everyone knows that Pokémon can't speak human," the kid spits out haughtily, going so far as to look down his nose at them.
"Actually, Gary, there are Pokémon we've never seen, such as the mythical Pokémon, whose capabilities are unknown to us. Arceus is one such Pokémon," Professor Oak says as he enters the laboratory, carrying a stack of Dante's highly accurate sketches on said mythical Pokémon. "These are incredibly detailed, young man, and all of the other Pokémon Professors across the world were very excited to get a glimpse of Arceus, even if it's from a piece of paper."
"It was kinda hard to convey just how big he is," Dante says as he shifts his attention to the Professor. His tail swishes slightly, the scales of it going flat, then drops down to twine around Vergil's tail. He absently licks at his lips, cleaning the smears of blood away while only missing a couple of drops that have trailed down to his chin.
Vergil catches himself leaning in to lick them away, which would certainly have set off their mother's warding, and instead swipes the rivulets of blood away with his thumb. "Several stories tall at the very least," Vergil supplies then casually licks the blood off of his thumb.
Professor Oak gives both of them a scrutinizing look, as if he is taking mental notes on them, then carries the sketches over to his desk. "The Pokédex should be able to get an accurate read on any Pokémon's size and weight. It just needs a few more adjustments and then it should be ready by the time everyone is ready to receive their first Pokémon."
"If they're Pokémon then why are they even trying to get Trainer Licenses?" Gary gives them a scathing look, one that the Professor just misses, and folds his arms over his chest.
"The only requirements for earning a Trainer License is to take the training session and to pass the exam. There's nothing saying that a Pokémon can't become a Trainer." Professor Oak directs a scowl to Gary, looking a bit more put out by the boy's behavior than he probably should. "And if you're here for help on the examination because you're my grandson then I will disqualify you for this year. You have to pass on your own merit, just like everyone else."
Gary scowls in their direction again then petulantly stomps his way out of the laboratory, at which Dante gives a snort. "Mother wouldn't let us get away with something like that." He finally twists back around to face Vergil fully, a missed rivulet of blood on the other side of his chin that has unfortunately dried.
"No, she wouldn't," Vergil agrees then lick the pad of his thumb and wipe off the dried blood on his brother's chin. Dante crinkles his nose at him in response, his tail attempting to lash while still wrapped around Vergil's own. "You made a mess, beloved," Vergil whispers, only for him to hear. "Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Yes," Dante breathes out then leans in and nuzzles his cheek to Vergil's with a purr. It seems like he still hasn't realized that his blood hasn't affected him like it usually does, which is a curious thing indeed, but so long as he is happy then Vergil is content to let things be. "Will you hunt for me?"
"Don't I always?" Vergil has been the sole provider of Dante's food since the very first time he had gone out and slain a boar for him, starting a prolonged courtship between them. It had very nearly ended in disaster, though not because of his brother. Their mother had almost derailed it with her knee-jerk reaction to panic, more so because Vergil had brought a dead animal into the house to feed it to Dante than because of the fact that Vergil wished to court him properly. "Would you like to join me?"
"You already know I will, Verge." Dante rubs his cheek against Vergil's again, giving a much deeper purr as he does so, then touches their noses together. "I love watching you hunt."
Dante crouches low beside Vergil, wings folded at his sides and his tail perfectly still, his gaze tracking one of the birds, a Pidgey, in the grass ahead of them. As much as Dante enjoys watching Vergil hunt, he knows that there is nothing better than sharing a kill with him. It makes the taste, as Dante had once put it, infinitely better. Vergil can certainly agree with that notion but he also thinks back to the very first kill they had shared in their prior life, that foolish human seeking the power of their father.
"You're thinking too loud," Dante murmurs, not even glancing his way. "You'll scare off the prey." And then he stalks forward, low to the ground, without making even the slightest sound. An apex predator, as beautiful as he is deadly.
Vergil sits back and watches Dante effortlessly close the distance between himself and his chosen prey, admiring his skill which has come to match Vergil's own. It is rare for him to take the initiative in their joint hunts as he usually prefers to follow Vergil's lead, so this is a moment to be savored. He strikes quickly, efficiently, and viciously, pinning the bird Pokémon down to sink his fangs into the back of its neck and sever the spinal column. Within seconds the Pidgey is dead and he saunters back to Vergil with his kill in his mouth.
"You were perfect," Vergil praises as Dante sets his prize down before him then starts to preen. He's half-watching Vergil and half-focused on grooming the scales of his wings despite them not needing it. "Give me a moment and I will have something for you, beloved." Dante pauses only long enough to chirp at Vergil, his tail giving a slow, lazy flick, then turns his full attention to his wings.
Vergil scans the grassy field around them for something that will be more filling, sighting only the rodents (Rattata) and more Pidgey on his first couple of passes. After a moment a larger bird Pokémon, similar in appearance to a Pidgey, rises in the grass off to their right. Vergil lowers himself closer to the ground as he starts stalking towards the Pokémon, taking care not to make any noise.
The bird is more alert than a Pidgey, making him take his time as he circles around to its back. He goes completely still—pressed low to the ground—when it turns its head and looks at its surroundings. A minute goes by before it seems satisfied and turns to peck at something on the ground, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike. It gives a squawk as he lands on its back then tries to throw him off as he bites down into its neck.
Vergil clamps his teeth down around the spinal column and holds, giving a growl as he's nearly dislodged by the bird opening its wings. It struggles for several minutes, sending out weakening gusts with each flap of its wings as its life slips away. He rather it does not suffer, not if it can be helped, but this bird is far stronger than a Pidgey. It is also larger, requiring him to pick it up and carry it over to where Dante is waiting for him.
Dante barely waits for Vergil to lay his kill at his feet before pouncing on him, knocking him onto his back while he chirps his approval. He quickly slots his head under Vergil's chin, continuing to chirp as he nuzzles his throat in a show of affection. When he does pull away, after a few minutes, it is with a sly nip to Vergil's neck and shining crimson irises. A satisfied smile curls Dante's lips as he regards Vergil, his head canting to one side near imperceptibly, and then he turns his attention to his meal.
It's not the first time he's nipped Vergil in such a fashion, so he knows what it means and he knows that Vergil—that they cannot act on it. Not yet. Not for six more years. Still, it is pleasing to have this affirmation and Vergil feels a softer smile tug the corners of his mouth upwards as he sits up to watch Dante expertly slice off swaths of feathers with his claws.
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