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Hello again!
I finished this chap at 6
am again. But this took me 2 nights in a row. Omg, I
should be reborn as an owl. So here is chap 06! It's kinda
serious, but here is some yummy content. Next chap will have more humour cause of Dante. Promise!
Warnings: nakedness and nc-17 self-service.
Betad by Tora-Katana!
Betad over by Nimlinven!
What would I do without
you, me dear girls! I could post up until now mostly because of your
contribution! Thaks fer
helping me out!
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yeah) nudging detected.
we all want yaoi here don�t
we? So I hope you feel relieved) And yeah, only for
you goes next chap:
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Chap 06
Snow White out cold
'He is not yours for the
taking,' replied Nevan coldly, coming out of the
shadows. 'Not yours, Vergil.' She stood in front of the Dark Knight and looked
intently at him. 'You are just a power-crazed animal. You did not even look at
him once, before the spell was broken. You care neither for his soul nor for
his body. You only want his might. If you desire it so much, why don't you rip
his heart out and eat it?' she spit bitterly at him.
'Right,' Vergil glanced at
Dante. 'The heart�'
'What?' cried Nevan.
'You motherfucker!' she slapped Vergil on the face; red streak ran from his
lower lip. She quickly lifted her arm for the next blow.
'Get lost,' irritated,
Vergil caught her hand and threw Nevan to the
corridor.
"I need so save
him�"
The heart of the demon
still clutched by his fingers, Vergil hurried to the man on the floor. He
kneeled and with his free hand straightened Dante's body. His touch was light
and, being honest with himself, Vergil admitted that
he was afraid to move Dante: the devil hunter seemed fragile, as if a wrong
movement could cause his body to shatter.
Shatter, like the crystals
of hurt in his eyes shattered into the crimson tears, the bare desperation
before the shot.
'Live,' Vergil whispered in
Dante's ear. He held the devil hunter's head with his free hand, fingers
entangled in the stubborn long locks. Vergil squeezed the demon's heart, and
the ruby juice flowed onto Dante's slightly opened dry lips, onto his tongue and
down his throat.
The devil hunter breathed
in sharply and moaned.
Vergil let out the sigh he
did not know he was holding.
'Now, sleep,' the hot
breath washed over Dante's ear, and the devil hunter fell into a dreamless
slumber, enveloped into the warm and comfortable darkness.
'Will he live?' asked Lady.
'He will,' Nevan said, standing up. 'You are messing with my head
again, demon,' she glared at Vergil. 'You take care of Dante for now, but
remember, he is my man. I'll come and get him.'
Nevan's body sparked with violet
electricity and sank into the darkness, the bats flying off into the corridors
of the dungeons.
'We should hurry,' Vergil
told Dante, taking the devil hunter's half-naked broken form in his arms. 'You
are allowed to follow,' he threw over his shoulder to Lady and the blonde
demon. 'Dorian, you drive.'
Outside the blood-goyles were practically nesting on the Jaguar. However, as
soon as Vergil stood in the doorframe with Dante's body in his hands, they
fled, a bloody flock, scared.
'They feel it, too, don't
they,' smirked Vergil and sat on the back seat, the devil hunter in his lap,
the white-haired head on his shoulder, the wounds bandaged with the cloth
Vergil took off his left hand. The older Sparda was
wincing slightly. The ointment was gone and the air was burning the skin, but
he stubbornly held Dante's hand in his own.
'Go to Devil Never Cry,'
ordered Vergil emotionlessly; Dorian started the engine. 'Lady, do you have any
arrangements for the evening?'
'Not as important as
patching up a fool to whom I am indebted with my life,' she got on the
motorcycle and put the glasses on. The drive back to the agency, unlike their
way to the mansion, wouldn't be long. Lady was driving right next to where
Vergil sat at the back seat so that she could talk to him. She could touch the
azure door of the car with her hand if she wanted.
Lady eyed the brothers,
discontented. 'This is getting so ugly.'
'Care to explain?' Vergil
turned to look at her. He let go of Yamato and was holding Dante's shoulder, the
white strands of the crazy demon tickling his cheek. 'I wouldn't mind any
information on this demon I found so unexpectedly. So far I have not faced such
a great force as him.'
'Forget it, you can't have
him.'
'Why not? Why does every
damn woman around here needs to tell me that this man can not belong to
me? And anyway, why do you all think so?' Vergil would have gotten irritated,
but Dante's body was still in close contact with his and the power was crawling
under his skin. The older Sparda was absolutely sure
the devil hunter would be his.
'Because
you are family.'
'What? Just�
what?'
'He�' Lady looked at the
twins, then back at the road. 'He is a relative of yours who has a very vague
connection to the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. The
power Dante has is inferior to that possessed by you, as Sparda's
direct descendant. And you actually don't need him; you only need to find out a
way to release what is hidden in you. So� stop hurting him already.'
'I wasn't�'
'He has known you for a
long time, and you are not the last person to Dante. You turn up in this messed
up state when you don't even remember who Dante is, and he goes helping you,
not even knowing what exactly is on your mind. Cut him some slack! At least,
try to see him as something more than flesh-wrapped piece of power.'
'Still I don't see any
reason why I can't have him.'
'Anyway, what exactly do
you mean have him? He already is helping you. Don't tell me� he's
straight just so you know.'
'Who the Hell cares?'
Dorian braked and opened
the door of the car for Vergil.
'What?' Lady stopped her
motorcycle behind the Jaguar. 'Just� what? You are
family!' she insisted, hurrying into Devil Never Cry after the demons.
'Why, is it taboo in the Human world or something?' laughed Vergil on his way
upstairs.
'It fuckin'is!'
'Oh really?' he put Dante
on the bed and quickly went to prepare a hot bath that was definitely needed to
clean the devil hunters abused body.
'What the heck is here with
the wall?' Lady noticed the bloody stains where Trish was hung that morning.
'Some
morning demon-slaying. Could you clean that up?'
'No way.'
'Will do,' said Dorian and
went to find the floor-cloth and a bucket.
Lady carefully sneaked
upstairs after Vergil and opened the door to the bedroom. It was a mess of
books and boxes; Dante on the bed, unusually motionless. Through the chink
between the bathroom door and the wall she could see Vergil trying the water
temperature, the white steam slowly rising from the bathtub. The demon's
clothes were stained and ruined, did he even notice that?
'Are you gonna bathe him?'
'Every single stain of that
nightmare that he went through is to be washed off him,' Vergil slowly mouthed,
in an ice rage. 'If you have something to say that can be of interest to me,
you are allowed to stay. If not � either go cook something or get lost.'
'Hmpf. I'll stay. Just to make sure-�'
'I don't attack people when
they are unconscious. Isn't it better to feel a little struggling? Now,' On his way to the bed, Vergil threw away the dirtied jacket
and the tie and rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt. He took the bandages
off Dante's head and scrutinized his temples: the wounds were gone. 'Good, that
bastard's heart healed him. But this Dante�'
'Stop it, okay? Stop this
Dante, that Dante, that Dante person�Stop it already, he
is your family, no less! He's just Dante.'
'Fine. Dante� it's
bath time.' Vergil pulled Dante's ruined All Stars off, took the devil hunter's
body in his arms and walked into the bathroom to lay him into the hot water.
'Aren't you suppose to
undress first?' taunted Lady, plopping into a leather armchair.
'Not in front of children,'
Vergil aristocratically slammed the door and locked it. 'Besides, he is cold.'
'Did you just insinuate
that I am a child?'
'Oh, now that I see that you
know such words as insinuate, I am not sure anymore,' came from behind
the bathroom door.
'You should listen to a
drunken Dante more often, it's very educating.'
'Hm,'
Vergil was too busy settling the devil hunter in the bath tub to pay attention
to the conversation.
Dante's head was turned to
the side, eyes closed, lips still slightly parted, a
sensual expression of fragile calm. The neck and the shoulders, the bruised
chest and the flat stomach � all seemed familiar under Vergil's curious
fingers.
"I wonder if you
feel the pain now. You shouldn't," he traced the dark marks on Dante's
ribs and started to wash off the blood and dirt, red streaks dissolving, colouring the hot water rose.
Cautious fingers poured hot
liquid onto the cold cheeks and thin lips in dried blood and cum, wiping them
clean.
"So many small
cuts, so many blood drops, so many broken things in one body. Reminds of the Undeworld."
A lean
form of a demon in the crimson water of the bathtub. So much like down there.
'Hey, Vergil, so you can
see, right?' Lady questioned, reconciling.
'Kind of,' he threw Dante's
socks into the sink and started to undo his jeans.
'Then don't you want to
know why he looks exactly like you?'
'He does?' Vergil glanced
at Dante's face. 'Yes, he looks very familiar. It's hard to say though, I don't
see him the way you do. To me, he looks like white liquid steel, slowly cooling
down. But I can see the resemblance.'
'The reason is,' "I
should help Dante a little, right? How did he think he could keep Vergil in the
dark? I should probably make use of the things Nevan
told me at the mansion." 'The reason he looks like you is he pretended
to be you. You look rather alike as it is, so he dressed up and did everything
to look like you � to take your place. To let you rest in Devil Never Cry. He
went out and got kidnapped by those who hunt you, Vergil. You owe him big one.
And he did not even say he wasn't you when they were� erm�
when he�'
'Shut your mouth already, I
get the idea.' Vergil was sitting on the floor near the bath tub, his elbows on
the edge of the tub, one hand on Dante's forehead. 'There is no need for all of
you to go around telling me I owe Dante. I saved him today, did I not?'
'You think that's enough?
He� hell, he sucked a man's cock in your stead! Dante is a proud bad-ass, he's gonna suffer the humiliation of this day for the rest of
his days. At least Nevan understands how much it must
have cost him. She will look out for demons while Dante in is no condition to
do that, and after he recovers she will be working for him until the whole
demon problem is solved in this city.'
Lady went silent for a
minute, not sure if she should say what she wanted.
"Dante,"
Vergil stared at the man in front of him. "You are the most useful man
I have ever met. After today you are among those few people whom I would like
to know closer. Just what goes on in that head of yours? What's wrong in your
life? Why do you help me?.. You are strong as you are.
What do you want to earn?"
'Vergil Sparda.
Do you know why Dante pulled the trigger?'
'Well, I have an idea.'
Sorry, Verge. The thing
you wanted is broken. I am not usable anymore.
Vergil shivered, suddenly
feeling uneasy.
'Either way, it's my
fault.'
'What?'
'I was just weak physically
when I arrived to Devil Never Cry, so I should have noticed, should have stayed
alert. But I let my guard down and did not pay attention to Dante, very much
like to all you humans. You interest me not. And I did not notice he was only
hiding among humans; I did not notice he was drowning.'
Vergil tucked a stray lock
behind Dante's ear.
'It's been a long time
since I met devils like him. So long, that I forgot they even exist.'
'Nevan
said the same. It looks like he stirs something inside your brainless demon
heads. Or inside your heartless demon chests, I wonder?'
'I only know one of the
numerous reasons he shot himself, and this one is my fault. When I came to his
rescue, I said I only wanted to get back what belonged to me. Any human would be
grateful and would have thanked me for the rest of his life. But Dante turned
out to be a demon who could live through that, even if
he was broken inside. He did not want rescue, he wanted an immediate revenge
for the sake of his pride. But I said that it was all for me. He did not want
to be a toy, neither in theirs nor in my hands. I don't know what happened to
him before I came to this world, but that mistake of mine was the last drop. I
broke him down and he told me so.'
Sorry, Verge. The thing
you wanted is broken. I am not usable anymore.
'He did not want to take
it. The real humiliation was not the one they gave him. It was me.
He did not want to surrender and become a doll. So he said no. He shot.'
Vergil could see it. Light
blue eyes full of suffering looking at him. The whole world
crumbling down, the heart beating in his chest stopping at the sound of the
shot. Crimson on the wall, crimson on the floor.
The white halo of hair. Fallen from
grace to the dust. Fallen willingly, beautifully burnt inside. Miraculously broken. Red tears down his cheeks, the Bloody
Tears Vergil had never seen before. The highest peak of pain,
reflecting in those ice crystal eyes.
Imprinted
in Vergil's memory. The most beautiful and the most scary look.
'You are right. Saving him
does not seem like a suitable redemption.'
Vergil stood up and undid
Dante's jeans, then slowly pulled them down his hips and off the devil hunter.
He soaped the bast whisp
and washed Dante's body carefully.
"What is such a
gorgeous demon doing hiding among humans?"
'I'll go buy something to
eat,' Lady's steps went downstairs.
Vergil was soaping Dante's
thigh.
'I should thank you. It's true, before you pulled the trigger all I could see in you
was� whether you were useful. Damn, it was the only thing on my mind since my
arrival to the Human world. Who is it near me? Is this man or woman useful or
should I dispose of them? Can they be manipulated? Is there anyone around me
worth even a little trust? Tch, I got used to the
word being hostile to me. This way of thinking is the bad habit that you get
after spending too much time in the Underworld.
But� now that I think about
you properly, you did not shoot because you were a human or a demon. Huh,
another bad habit that will be rather hard to break, dividing the world into
humans and demons. You shot because you were just being you, right, Dante?
And you are quite a titbit.
Wait, I didn't just tell
you that you are attractive, did I? Seems like I will have to
trouble that redhead bitch this time. It's been a long time since I was
with a woman.'
Vergil looked at Dante's
face, then his eyes cherished the neckline and his gaze slid down the devil
hunter's shoulders, along the abs and to the slender hips and...
'Or with
a man, for that matter.'
'What do you care, you are
out,' an evil smile spread over Vergil's face and he stared at Dante's body
shamelessly.
What could be better than a
young healthy demon? Only sex with the demon stated above. It was so long ago
that he almost forgot the feeling of claiming. The time of imprisonment was not
a pleasant one to remember, so he pushed the dire memories away.
Vergil's fingers were
absently tracing Dante's navel, his palm flat over the trail of white hair.
Then his hand slid down, the fingertips finally caressing the soft member
lightly, teasingly.
'Oh,' Vergil jerked his
hand away and out of the crimson water, realizing what he was doing. 'Bathing
is over, I guess.'
He quickly stood up and
went to find some towels, or rather he went away not to look at the tempting body
in the bathtub.
"Stay with humans
too long and look what happens to self-control."
Vergil found several white
Turkish towels inside that mess of a wardrobe that stood in Dante' bedroom. At
least they were clean and nice to the touch. He threw the books and boxes from
one of the leather armchairs to the floor � there was no way Vergil was going
to put Dante into the same armchair where Lady had been sitting. So he cleared
up the other one and threw the towels over it save for the last one � a small
piece of cloth he intended to use for drying the devil hunter.
Back to the bathroom Vergil
took Dante from the tub, stealing him from the red clutches of the water. He
placed the wet body into the towelled armchair and
started to wipe the crimson drops off Dante. It wasn't helping, with that
confused state of mind of his, so Vergil hurried to finish this� distraction-ful task.
He swiftly dried Dante's
face, tucking the disobedient white hair behind his ears. The soft cloth
followed every curve of the devil hunter's body, from the exquisite jaw line
past the collar bone to the relaxed shoulders and all the way to the scarred
wrists to the elegant fingers. Wiping away the last reminders
of that horrible day, warming up the clean skin of Dante's chest. A
light touch over the stomach, along the hip and to the knee, the feel of
well-trained muscles under the skin, the tension of might radiating
from every cell.
'You really are something,
Dante,' Vergil laughed at himself, wrapping the small towel around Dante's
ankle and passing it along the arch of his foot and to his toes. 'To make me tend to you in such a way.'
Finally he moved Dante's
naked body to the bed and covered him with the blanket.
Vergil stood up and looked
around. There was something about the room that irritated Vergil. There was
something that ruined his impression of a peaceful calm and it was nagging at
him from somewhere at the back of his mind. Disorder.
The Dark Knight sighed and
took The enchantments in witchcraft from
the floor, the old leather-covered book with yellow pages. Wasn't it supposed
to be in the lobby on a shelf?
'Excuse me,' came a shy voice from the corridor, and someone knocked on
the door.
'What?' Vergil tore his gaze
from the symbols in the book and looked at the demon in the doorframe.
'What do you intend to do
with me?' Asked Dorian.
Vergil eyed him
skeptically. The young demon looked confident even as his destiny was now
decided by the person who loathed him the most.
'It is not of my concern.
You were saved by Dante, so it is up to him to decide what is to become of you.
As you see, he is now resting. So I suggest you do what might please him and
beg to stay alive when he wakes up.' Vergil flopped
the book close. 'I presume he wouldn't mind you helping
me clean up his agency.'
'Oh,' Dorian nodded, 'I
understand. Though,' Vergil saw the young demon hesitate and pluck at his white
t-shirt. 'I have not practiced speaking to anyone of such noble origin as
yourself for very long, so� would you consider excusing my� erm,
possible impoliteness?'
'I will look over your poor
choice of words as long as you show due respect.'
'Thank you, I am grateful.
As to my previous� encounters� with you...'
'As to our previous
encounters, as much as I would like to tear your head off, I have already had
my revenge. Squashing Caleb's heart was more than entertaining. And refreshing
Yamato with the bodies of those two was also rather nice. As to you� why did
you not stay in the cell?'
'I got fed up with that�
insanity,' Dorian averted his face.
'Hm. So far I could use you as a source
of information about my enemy. I will forget what happened during my
imprisonment until I discuss your position with Dante. So there is only one
rule for you to remember. As long as you are useful, you are not dead. Is that
understood?'
'Absolutely,' Dorian bowed
slightly. 'So how can I be of service?'
'I believe Dante put
everything in order before my arrival to Devil Never Cry except for his own
room. But you are not allowed here without permission from now on. So I will
leave the books and boxes in the corridor and instruct you on where to put
them.'
'Understood.'
'But there is a matter that
needs to be attended to immediately. Go to the first floor, at the end of the
corridor across the bathroom, there is a storeroom. There should lay a body of
a blonde woman. Get rid of it and clean up the blood.'
'Right away,' the young
demon hurried out, closing the door behind him.
'Hm,
it's pleasant to have a servant. Rather nostalgic,' Vergil turned to tidy up
the room. He was putting on the floor a box with magazines and archives on
murders in the city, when Dorian ran up the stairs panting.
'It's not there! The body
is not there�' he breathed out, clutching the door-post for support.
'What?' Vergil dropped the
box and rushed to the storeroom, Dorian following him.
The small room was lit with
a single lamp hanging from the ceiling on an old cable. There were rugs and
boxes here and a wide dark stain on the floor, the letters written in blood to
the right of it.
'I hope your need for
revenge was satisfied
If not, it's fine with me
Just talk to Dante
TALK to him'
'Trish,' Vergil sighed. 'So
she lived through it. Whatever. It might be for the
better.' He felt somehow fooled. 'In the end, she does know Dante much better
than I if she asked me to talk to him. Maybe she knew he was breaking down?'
'What now?' Dorian's eyes
followed every gesture, every move of the Dark Knight.
'Clean up here and stop
staring at me. I am not going to kill you in the nearest future.'
Vergil left the store room.
Trish did not matter yet. First of all, he needed to bring Dante back to
consciousness. Everything else could wait.
...
Lady opened the door of Devil
Never Cry to see the lobby was cleaned up, Dante's desk on its place, Ebony and
Ivory lay on it, near the sheathed Yamato. The shelves were surprisingly
crammed with books that were put in order, presumably by Dorian. The demon
himself was sitting on the purple couch cleaning one of the numerous guns owed
by Dante, another one on the low table in front of him.
'Welcome back,' said the
blonde demon without looking up. His long hair was tugged into a pony-tail so
that it wasn't in the way. To Lady he seemed rather human-looking, a tall guy
in average jeans and a white t-shirt. But some sixth sense was telling her to
be careful and keep an eye on him.
'Where are those two
idiots?'
'Sleeping. Did you bring the products?'
'Yes. And why are you still
here?' Lady went into the kitchen, looking at Dorian with suspect.
'Dante is to decide whether
to let me live or kill me. That's what V� Vergil said.'
'I see. So make some dinner
for me and Vergil. And for yourself if you feel like it.'
"Well if even
Vergil is okay with him for now, I can relax as well."
'By the way, it's a
pleasure to meet you. My name is Dorian. And what is your name and who are you
to Dante?'
'Lady, but call me whatever
you like. I am a friend. Are you Dante's servant now or what?' joked Lady.
'Indeed I am starting
today,' the demon finished with the guns and put them in the holders on the
wall. He followed Lady into the kitchen and looked at what she brought.
'Oh,' she was surprised. 'Alright. If Vergil is not bothered by you staying at Devil
Never Cry, I guess I have nothing to worry about. I'll go check on them.'
In the bedroom the three
black leather armchairs were lined up at the left wall: two at the far corner,
then the bathroom door, then the third armchair. To the right
of the door stood the wardrobe with a mirror. An antique desk stood by
the window, a suitable old chart at its side. The bed stood at the center of
the right wall, high shelves with Dante's stuff like amulets, devil artifacts
and photo albums on both sides. Dante was on the bed under the fresh white
blanket, his head resting on the heap of pillows.
In front of the bed stood
another chair, where Vergil was sitting, his legs crossed under the seat, his
body bent forward uncomfortably. Vergil's hands lay over Dante's stomach, his
head buried in the folds of the blanket facedown.
There was a heap of
bandages on the floor and Vergil's shirt was not tucked into his trousers, but
hung loosely and it seemed to be buttoned up in a wrong way.
'I see someone cleaned this
room up,' Lady laughed. 'Wake up!'
Vergil sat up abruptly, dishevelled.
'What the hell?' he looked
around to see what happened, still sleepy, the folds of the blanked imprinted
on his cheek in red lines.
'Just look at you, so much
for the scary almighty Dark Knight.'
'Shut up, bitch,' Vergil
stood up, trying to fix his looks in front of the mirror.
'I see you took off the
bandages.'
'Yes, I did that. The pain
is gone.'
'But the medicine, if I
guess right what that light-green sticky substance is, is still on your skin and
hair.'
'Damn.' Vergil tried to
wipe it off, but the ointment was all over his body so there was only one way
to get rid of it. 'What did you wake me up for?'
'Dinner.'
'Fine. I will be down after I take a
shower. And don't you dare trouble Dante.'
'The thought never crossed
my mind,' Lady smile charmingly.
'Tsk,'
Vergil closed the bathroom door behind him. 'Go out of this room, Lady. I don't
hear your steps.'
She came up to Dante and
studied him intently, the devil hunter looked fine.
'Okay. You are being so
possessive,' she shook her head in mock disapproval and went to see in what
condition their dinner was.
'Oh spare me,' muttered
Vergil taking his shirt and trousers off quickly. He switched the water on and
sneaked into the bathtub and under the hot jets of the shower.
Those several hours of
dreamless slumber calmed Vergil a lot.
By the way, why did it take
Lady so long? Oh, maybe she had some personal business, who
cared.
The hot streams were
running down his body and there was no pain anymore. It felt refreshing. Vergil
closed his eyes, put one hand on the tiles for support and relaxed.
Everything was going
smoothly. Dante was helping him, Lady knew where to get information, Trish got
what she deserved and somehow was alive, so Dante won't be very upset; those
who tortured him were dead, Dorian was a lead to whoever was responsible for
the whole ruckus. Dante turned out to be a powerful stunning demon.
"Mmm,
he also has a nice body�"
The water was pouring down
Vergil, stroking like knowing fingers and he felt his member stir.
"I did not do
anything about the sexual tension, damn. Why now, it's annoying."
Dante's body was a vivid
picture in his memory, crimson water around the pale skin like a pool of blood,
the lean, enthralling form.
'To touch it,' mouthed
Vergil breathlessly. 'To feel it�'
His free hand kneaded the
back of his neck that felt stiff after sleeping in that uncomfortable position
and glided across his chest.
"No, I don't need
this now! There should be a way� Nevan? I don't have time to find her. Lady?
No way, not that little poisonous cunt. Dorian? As
much as I would like to break him and take him down, he's not an option. I
won't ever dirty myself with that bastard. Uh, don't tell me...Shit, I never had to do this since I was a teenager. How did
I fall so low�"
Vergil frowned, but took
his shaft in his hand and stroke experimentally. Pleasure slowly spread through
his body.
"It's still better
than doing it with any of them�" he comforted himself and massaged his
half-hard member lightly.
"If only Dante
wasn't unconscious. He definitely is worth going for. With that stately body of
his, that power radiating from him�uh!" Vergil was jerking his now
fully-erect sex not so gently anymore, his thumb touching the dark head occasionally,
toying with it.
"I am not supposed
to do this. I am the Dark Knight; I never had a day when I could not find a
woman to pleasure me. Fuck, it's so humiliating�" With every move he
felt more and more guilty, but Vergil could not stop anymore, his blood was
aflame. He was panting, lips parted; wet fingers of water were slipping into
his mouth shamelessly, teasing his lips.
"Oh I need to touch
someone� I yearn to kiss the salty sweat from the collarbone� I need to bite at
somebody's throat� Uh, Dante, wake up so that I could claw at your chest down
to your navel� I wish I could reduce you to a mindless wanton creature. I want
your lips on me; I want your passion all over my skin� The
best feeling of control over a living being. I want you thrashing on the
sheets, hair damp with sweat, your icy eyes looking only at me, seeing only me�
leaning into my touch, wanting more, begging for more�"
Vergil bit his lip and his
nails dug into the tiles, breaking them, his other hand squeezing his hard
shaft.
'Dante!..'
he cried out in a low husky voice, either commanding or pleading. The white cum
covered his fingers, and to Vergil it seemed hotter than the water.
"Shit. I ended up
doing this and in the shower no less."
His legs gave way and
Vergil dropped down, his eyes still closed, his body exhausted but in a
pleasurable way. He stayed there, sitting in the bathtub, motionless. Water
made his hair fall down and cover his face; water was
washing away the evidence of his weakness from his fingers; water was keeping him
warm.
"I feel so
low," thought Vergil lazily. "But it all can go to bloody
Hell."
Vergil was brave enough not
to lie to himself and he knew � whether it was the long no-sex period, or the result
of him having new skin, or because of the ointment, or it was simply Dante � he
knew that he had just had one of the best orgasms in his life.
And there was not a force
in the universe that could make him move for at least the next half an hour.
...endo
chap 06...
Vergil is being selfish in
giving in to his carnal desires. I find him sooooo
cute! Feedback greatly appreciated, guys!
Next coming: more nc-17
content, this time involving Dante! Dante wakes up, Trish is back, Lady is
helpful in sending Vergil and Dante to a hotel together. Just WHAT did you
think for? On their way to where demons are, of course. To
sleep, literally. What else!
Now, beg for more! bwahahaha
Ethan
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