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Dante's personal Hell	By : BluewolfEthan Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Nothing mine of the Devil May Cry series. All characters and the world belongs to Capcom. No profit made out of this story.

Chapter List
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Babling

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Yes, I did it!

Warnings: handjobX2. Yaoish. But that's what you are here for!

Beta: Tora-Katana, sharp and deadly as always *hugs*

Bated over: Nimlinven, picky and bitchy as always, but that's what I luv you for! *kisses*

Italics – Voices in Vergil's memory

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Chap 07

Take counsel with your pillow

Vergil came down in an hour, his hair damp and combed back. He was dressed in Dante's old worn-out jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. He was so very drowsy. Lady and Dorian were sitting in the kitchen; her figure in shirts and jacket, the white thin-black-striped costume, and the figure of the demon in a tasteless t-shirt and jeans, who apparently did not have any clothes to change into and not offend Vergil's eyes.

As soon as Lady heard the steps, she swiftly snatched one of her guns from the holster on her hip and shot, the bullet hitting accurately the center of Vergil's forehead.

He stumbled, his head thrown back by the force of the bullet, then looked at her, puzzled and unhappy and scratched at the wound, taking the bullet out and throwing it into the sink, wiping the blood off with a handkerchief lazily. Vergil looked at Lady, waiting for an explanation for such violence.

'Oh! Sorry, I slipped, self-preservation habit,' she shrugged. 'But finally Her Highness Princess Vergil deigned to felicitate us with Her presence! We should rejoice, for we, mortals, are blessed with Her divine Appearance!' Tiraded Lady from the table, a piece of fried pork on her fork. 'We bow to Your greatness, oh Mighty Bathroom-Wanker!'

Vergil was searching for an extra chair, but stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in front of the table.

"Did they hear the name?" Vergil's heart dropped, smashed by the lead fear.

Thrown out of his sleepy after-shower state, he almost blushed and almost panicked. But the Dark Knight did not get that name for nothing, so he managed to keep himself under control, mostly. Inevitably, an ice fury was rising from inside him with surprising speed.

'I heard some… sighs,' coughed Dorian and looked down, putting the fork and the knife on the plate, to the side farther from the demon. 'Lady was… impatient and wanted to call you down for dinner. I insisted that she didn't interrupt your… private time.'

"I doesn't seem like they heard anything important."

'You life was worth sparing,' Vergil said coldly and turned right to face Lady, dark rage in his eyes. 'Did I - or did I not - say that I would go downstairs when I have had the shower?' he inquired.

'You said not to trouble Dante. And I thought all that noise…' grinned Lady and brought the piece of pork to her lips and sucked at it before chewing on it and swallowing the juicy meat.

'Are you trying to imply that I was noisy? Because if you are, I have to disappoint you.' Vergil put his hand on the table, dangerously close to where Lady's knife lay.

'Hm, I see. So You do not deny that some obscene actions took place, do You now, Your Highness?'

'Whether the indecent actions stated above took place or not, is none of your concern, My Lady. Prove me wrong if You can.' Vergil overcame the initial shock and smiled haughtily, standing up straight and folding his arms.

'I was just worrying for my well-being. I am staying at the same place as a demon who meant harm to Dante. And another demon, who means harm to practically every living creature in the world. The last, as I surmise you have already guessed, is you. Thus it is only natural that I want to know if you intend to further relieve your carnal desires by yourself. Because such a weak human girl as myself will be staying at Devil Never Cry. I need to know if I should expect a request for keeping you company.'

'Is that a reverse date proposal?' Vergil quirked an eyebrow. 'Forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head.'

'Date a demon? I'm not that desperate,' Lady snorted at the demon towering over her. 'Besides, I really don't care for guys who stink like blood.'

"So much for a difference between brothers." Lady smiled inwardly.

'To reassure you, I might mention that whichever way I deal with my carnal desires, it will never ever in any way concern you.'

'Oh, I am so relieved, Your Highness.'

'Could you, perhaps, switch to some mortal language, please?' Dorian looked greenishly sick. 'Your verbal sparring causes me indigestion.'

Lady laughed. 'Sure. Sorry, I just couldn't help commenting on this stuck-up fellow self-servicing in Dante's bathroom.'

'Oh, shut up,' threw Vergil, finally bringing a chair from the lobby. He put some rice and a piece of pork on the plate and joined the other guests of Devil Never Cry for dinner.

'So Dorian,' Vergil finished his meal.

'Yes?'

'Who is behind all this?'

'I thought you knew. It's Caleb.'

'You saying that I killed the big fish by chance?'

'With all due respect, you did not kill him. That body was only one of the pawns possessed by the Lord. His true body should be somewhere in Cocytus.'

'Wonderful,' Vergil's face was dead serious, he frowned and it didn't take long for Lady to figure out he was scheming revenge. "But to avenge whom? Himself, of Dante?"

'Where is that?' Lady asked, relaxing into the back of the chair, a small bunch of grapes in her hand.

'You don't know?' Vergil smirked. 'Right, you are human.'

'So very witty, you demon!' snapped Lady. 'I did swear I would rid the world of the likes of you. Why not to make words come true right now?'

'An interesting oath. But what are you going to do about Dante, then? He is a demon, too, you know.'

'Dante,' Lady sighed, 'is a totally different matter. And I'm afraid I will have to insert you into the don't kill list from sheer respect to him.'

'He seems be very popular with females around,' shrugged Vergil.

'And has the guts to say he has a rotten luck for women,' Lady informed him.

'But I have to agree with that: he does.'

'Come on you two. Honestly, why don't we discuss what I can tell you about your enemy and then retire to bed?'

'Cocytus is the capital of the Demon world,' said Vergil as a declaration of peace. 'No human has been able to get there. As you know, only the Hell Gate leads to the Demon world and it was sealed by my father, Sparda. The only way to open the Gate lies within the power of the Amulet, the Sparda blood and the blood of the priestess. It is practically impossible to open.'

'As alternative means, we have Yamato and Force Edge. But I thought you knew that I am the blood of the priestess, you are the blood of Sparda and Dante has the Amulet-Oops!' Lady clasped her hand over her mouth, but too late.

'Why does he have it? I sent the Amulet to him as well? That's impossible…'

'I remember Trish once told me that…' "Shit, how do I not tell him Dante's his brother? Bloody demons, can't you just figure everything out by yourselves? Okay, in for a penny – in for a pound. I am so going to lie now," Lady finished up her grapes. 'Trish told me that your brother – no! I don't know him, she does. – that your brother got the two amulets together after the events at Mallet island. Deep in his heart your brother did not believe that you died, so he ordered Trish to leave the part of the Amulet that was yours with someone who could return it to you. That's how Trish found the Merchant.'

'The old hag who hangs about both worlds, transporting the devil mechanisms and devil arms?'

'Yes, the Merchant. However your brother stopped her at the very last second, he was afraid someone might steal it, so he hid the Amulet somewhere. The location is known to your brother, Trish, who is considered the guardian of the Amulet; and the last person who knows is Dante. He was… helping your brother at that time.'

'I see. It makes my task much easier.'

'Do you mean you want to go there? For real? Gimme a break!'

'I don't see any other options,' sighed Vergil. 'Let's see what Dante says when he's up. In the end, he has to have some say in this. I owe him.' He stood up, put the plate into the sink and walk out of the kitchen.

'Where are you going?'

'To rest. And don't you even think of setting foot in Dante's room. I'll look after him. See you tomorrow.'

'Uh, when will he stop being such a smart-ass?' Lady rolled her eyes. 'I stay in one of the rooms at the back, you watch over the lobby. In Devil Never Cry trouble always comes through the front door.'

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Vergil walked into the dark room without switching the lights on, the blue velvet of late evening comfortably engulfing him. He glanced at the chairs then at the bed where Dante lay.

'I know you won't mind,' too tired to care for his composure, he locked the door, let the shirt slip off him, undid the button on the jeans, kicked the shoes off and fell down on the bed near Dante. 'G'night.'

Lying was pleasant, the welcoming softness of the bed, the calm. But something was off.

Vergil unwillingly looked up and stole one of the numerous pillows from under Dante, burrowing his face in it. There was the smell of rain. The Dark Knight closed his eyes and imagined that downpour on top of Temen-Ni-Gru.

I just don't like you. That's all.

'You are not that different from any other demon. You don't care,' murmured Vergil. 'You took what you could. But when everything was over and it was only us who were left, you did not do anything. You stayed in the Human world; did you ever want to avenge her? What did you feel there, sitting under the window as she was killed in front of your eyes? Did you even feel anything? What did you think when I so foolishly ran to her, when I took the second shot, protecting her – and you?'

Cold hands of his brother shaking him into consciousness, everything so cold. Vergil opened his eyes. Blood everywhere; his brother's face frozen, lips pressed tight together, a frown. No tears.

Don't touch me! – He cried, and crawled back, further from that creature that she had to sacrifice her life for. It should have been him, who died that day. But what for? For this? For this that could not even cry?

Her body lay on the floor, dried blood on her golden hair. Vergil stood up, shaking, and stumbled towards her. Her black skirt was torn, but they would patch it up. Her red jacket was ripped in shreds. They would buy her a new one, much better.

Don't go there, - his brother whispered, grabbing his hand roughly to stop him. – Don't look at it.

It? – Tears in Vergil's eyes, he turned and slapped that insolent brat. – I wish you would just die!

His fingers closed on his brother's throat, Vergil throwing him of his feet and to the floor, squeezing with all he got.

Why did you not die? It should have been you! – Vergil whined through tears.

Sto… - his brother wheezed, choking. – I can't die… You… promised her…

"He knows about my promise to her!"

Is it all your plan, huh? Did you plan everything like this, you monster? – Vergil shrieked, threw the limp body down and ran.

He ran, pushing the door wide open, hardly remembering to breathe. He ran, as far away as he could from that beast whose sole existence killed her.

When he returned in a month, his brother was there. No blood, no trace of what happened. Just a happy smile on that monster's face.

"I will defeat you and claim all the power of Sparda for myself. And then it won't matter if I kill you, to avenge her." Vergil sighed and clutched tightly at the pillow.

'Dante,' someone knocked on the door. 'It's me, Trish; I need to talk to you immediately, concerning Vergil. We had a fight in the morning and I need your help to know if he still wants to kill me.'

The Dark Knight sat up and looked at the door. Did he want to kill her?

"Not really. Speaking to her in the morning was... She knows a lot about both my brother and Dante. She could help me find that monster. And she knows where the Amulet is."

'No, I don't think I want to kill you anymore,' Vergil stood from the bed rubbing his neck and went to unlock the door, groping for the handle in the dark. He found the key and turned it; the door clicked and opened a little. Vergil eyed Trish through the chink curiously.

She retreated back to the corridor wall, staring at him in her turn, eyes wide. She seemed afraid.

'Where is Dante?'

'Resting,' He noticed her bandaged hands. 'I see you are alive.'

'It takes more to kill a demon, don't you know,' Trish seemed to be waiting for assault, but nothing came.

'Right. Maybe I did not really intend to kill you then. You are a mere doll, anyway. Not like it's your fault you are heartless,' Vergil leaned at the door frame.

'The only heartless bas-' Trish sighed, she knew better than say that word to any of the twins. 'Here is you. But you are strangely tolerant, what did I miss?'

'Dante,' Vergil snickered. 'Managed to prove I should assume every living being in the Human world could turn out to be my equal.'

'That was quick,' Trish folded her arms and relaxed a bit. 'Isn't he something else?'

'He is,' nodded Vergil.

'Do you mind if we go outside to sort things out between us?' Trish could not believe it was actually happening. The older Sparda was at Devil Never Cry, he was past hating her and she actually had a chance to help Dante with that stubborn brother of his. She definitely had to take that chance, even if it could ruin everything.

'Fine,' Vergil glanced back at Dante to make sure he was alright. The owned of Devil Never Cry lay still, the moonlight licking his chiselled features tenderly. 'Wait,' Vergil strode up to the window and opened it, a wave of fresh night air bursting into the room; then he pulled the old velvet curtains shut and darkness embraced everything.

'That's better', Vergil closed the door and followed Trish downstairs.

She wore the same black corset and tight leather tousers as always. But her hair was the same honey colour he remembered from childhood.

In the lobby Vergil noticed Dorian on the couch, the demon cast a glance at them but seeing nothing dangerous settled back, throwing his hands behind his head.

Trish went out of the agency and sat on the stairs. Vergil came out as well and raised his head. The pitch-black sky was powdered with small sparkling stars.

'So, what did Dante do if your human nature started to wake after such a long slumber?'

'He blew his brains out.'

'What?' – Trish turned to Vergil abruptly. 'You serious?'

'Don't worry, I healed him. He will be alright soon. I made him drink the blood from a demon's heart.'

'That was unexpected,' Trish tried her best to calm down and not to shout at Vergil that it was his fault. 'I thought he was over all that suicidal crap when you came. What happened?'

'I figured while I was devotedly crucifying you, he was kidnapped by Caleb, who is responsible for my imprisonment in the Demon world. They thought he was Vergil,' he put his hands into the pockets of Dante's jeans. There was a coin in one of them. 'I and Lady went to rescue him, but when we arrived, I was… rather tactless. I never would have guessed he was a demon himself, hiding among lowlife humans.'

'Correction, he was not hiding. And cut all the lowlife crap, emphasizing your origin does not make you any nobler, it only makes the impression worse.'

'I might do that.'

'Wow, I am impressed now,' Trish stared at the half-naked demon, who was still scrutinizing the night sky. 'It must have been quite a sight if it changed you so.'

'Yes. It was horrifying. He was looking into my eyes when he pulled the trigger. I think I am never going to forget his face,' Vergil whispered.

Trish went silent for a couple of minutes to let Vergil get over his memories.

'I don't think he was serious, though. I mean, about dying. Even if he had decided in his soul that he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to disappear from this world. You know why, Vergil?'

'No. How can it be?' he turned to Trish to hear the answer. She was staring into the night street, avoiding looking into his eyes.

'Long ago, he told me, he made a promise to protect you and take care of you. So he won't die until you do,' Trish smiled to herself. 'And I hope sincerely that he doesn't kill me for telling you this.'

'Why did he make that promise?' she heard in his voice that Vergil was amazed.

'You should ask him yourself after everything settles down. But not earlier. So,' Trish stood up, 'instead of dealing with our little problem, we discussed Dante. He definitely is the center of attention everywhere.'

'I don't really care about you. So you can just live as you did before. What I am interested in, is the Amulet.'

'What do you need it for?'

'To open the Hell Gate and go to the Underworld. This is where Caleb is. If I stop him – I can stop the demon rebellion.'

'What you say is believable, but I will leave it to Dante to decide. And,' she opened the door to Devil Never Cry, but stopped to tell him: 'I am not an artificial doll anymore, have truly become a half-human. It was Dante's tears that made me so.'

Trish went back into the agency but Vergil stayed several more minutes to feel the night. He then returned to Dante and fell to the bed.

'Conundrum,' he told sleeping Dante accusingly and closed his eyes.

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Vergil's eyes snapped open. The bright orange rays were trying to penetrate the curtains. The golden light of the morning was enveloping the room, clearing everything of the uncertainty of the night and drawing everything clear.

He was cold. Some fucker was stealing his blanket the whole night.

'Give it back,' he groaned hoarsely, turning right, and pulled the blanket forcefully to uncover a slightly tanned shoulder and a mop of white hair. 'Who the…'

Human world, Devil Never Cry, Dante.

'You are supposed to be ill and lie here quietly,' he complained and grabbed some more of the blanket.

Dante lay with his back to Vergil. A well-trained back, worked up enough to have the muscles teasingly outlined. The two strong hands, both pushed under the pillow did not help at all, uncovering the ribcage, the line of Dante's body then flowing down at the waist and slightly up to break at the hip.

Before Vergil knew his hand left hand followed the route of his thoughts, from the devil hunter's shoulder, stroking the ribs, sliding on the soft skin until it was finally resting on Dante's thigh.

'Just look what I got,' chuckled Vergil. But he knew precisely what he got.

"A morning hard-on."

"And a drool-worthy man in my bed. It's his bed. Whatever, the same bed"

"The hair that begs to be fisted and tugged at. The neck that was made to be licked and bitten. The back that exists to be scratched and bruised. The hips… Why does my mind gets so literate and verbose so early in the morning?" Vergil rolled his eyes but did not move his hand away.

He glanced at the old clock on the wall. It was seven.

"But who wakes up at seven in Devil Never Cry? Don't make me laugh."

Vergil looked back at Dante. The jeans were so rough against the tender skin of his hard shaft.

'I wonder if you have the same problem,' his hand itched to move either under the blanket to find the answer or into his jeans to free his straining erection. Instead Vergil's fingers skimmed over Dante's hip, ghosting over the open skin.

A soothing delicious movent. Dante winced and produced a satisfied half-moan, turning to lie on his back.

Vergil jerked his hand away, looking in awe at the vision before him. The devil hunter was spread on the mess of the bed-sheets, the blanket barely over his thighs, a lean form, an exquisite ensemble of tendons and edges, taut muscles under the silky skin. The pillow slipped to the floor, his hands up, his head cast to the side – for Vergil to see the sensually opened dry lips. Dante was breathing slowly, his chest rising and falling, mesmerizing. Then there was the flat stomach and a trail of white hair, disappearing right as the refined edges of the hipbones were covered with the white cloth of the blanket.

'Oh am getting so lewd,' a lecherous smile spread over Vergil's lips as he turned to the side to lie facing Dante and supporting his weight with his right elbow, the fingers of his right hand locking over Dante's wrists at the same time. 'You are just begging to be taken advantage of.'

If it was any other place and any other creature, Vergil wouldn't have spent an instant to think what to do. But this was Dante, and after suicide no less.

'Maybe we could compromise,' Vergil whispered hotly into Dante's ear, his breath over the devil hunter's cheek. Some strangled humming was all the answer he got.

Vergil's left hand slid over Dante's neck and up to tangle in the white locks, tug, and arch the devil hunter's head back. The thin lips fell open.

Vergil licked his own. "No, this can become complicated if I do. So let's stick to the neck instead." He leaned in and caressed the skin with his lips, tasting the smooth silk, the light smell of the rain kicking in. He slowly moved up, sucking gently at the slightly salty skin, kissing his way up to the ear, until he was cheek to cheek with Dante.

'You are one addictive bit,' he told the devil hunter and ran his hand back along the flushed neck and lower, fingertips brushing the chest and then rubbing one pert nipple.

Dante inhaled sharply and gasped, trying to pull one of his hands out of the firm grip ineffectively.

'Quite sensible, aren't you? Maybe, you haven't had any fun in a long time just like me?' asked Vergil and moved closer, leaning against Dante, the curves of their bodies touching from fingers to hip, Vergil half-lying on top of the devil hunter. 'I wonder what will happen to you when I get my hands on there…'

Vergil's left hand groped lower, his fingers crooking to suddenly scratch at Dante's ribs and then massage at his waist carefully.

'Want some more, don't you?' the devil hunter's breath was uneven symphony against his ear, sighs and gasps and pants. Vergil pecked at Dante's jaw line, smiling mischievously, grabbed the blanket and in a wide movement sent it flying over his side and to the floor, earning a sultry whimper that made the Dark Knight very aware of his human need, as his member jerked in the confinement of the jeans.

Vergil's eyes scoped down the devil hunter's body and fixed on the rigid sex now uncovered. He reached out and passed his index finger over the darkened head down the length, exited flesh yearning for the touch. The slender fingers snaked around the shaft and pulled, ripping a loud cry from the now moist lips at his neck, sending the body under him thrashing.

'I never really was into taking it slow, but you are so entertaining,' Vergil lowered himself and whispered against Dante's lips teasingly. 'So eager.'

He was slowly working the devil hunter's member, cherishing the smooth skin over the steel hardness, thumbing the head and spreading the pre-cum down. Dante was trembling under him, panting and moaning loud, pulling his hands free but to no avail. Another tight tug made Dante buck up and bend his legs at the knees, pulling them closer.

'Stay down, you are the prey,' hissed Vergil and threw his leg over Dante's, pinning him to the bed. The devil hunter's hip rubbed against his aroused member and Vergil choked, letting his head fall into the crook of Dante's neck.

'Here's you revenge, you stubborn stud,' he murmured, jerked the member in his hand a couple of times and grazing the head roughly right along the slit. Another throaty cry caressed his ear and brought a self-satisfied smirk to his face. 'There, much better,' Vergil returned to the slow torment he took such pleasure in.

Everything was hot, so very hot. Dante's whole body was aflame, shocks of bliss ripping through him like bolts of arousing electricity. It felt like there was someone pleasuring him. Through the haze Dante could distinguish lips planting burning kisses at his collarbone and neck, a body pressed close to his right side and tenacious grip on his shaft, fingers moving at one moment blandly, at another squeezing hard, the nails almost scratching the tender skin.

'Hnn, what the hell…' Dante mumbled and tried to rub his eyes, but for some reason was held in place.

'Morning,' a hoarse voice whispered in his ear, making him even harder. The devil hinter opened his eyes and the world slowly became clear, Vergil's face suddenly very close to him, whispering with a wicked smile: 'Hush, don't move.'

'Verge? What are you doing in my room-…what are you doing?' cried Dante and wriggled, trying to pull away.

'First, shut up!' hissed Vergil and jerked Dante's cock rough for emphasis, effectively silencing him. 'What's wrong? '

'Just what are you doing?' Dante desperately tried to calm down, but Vergil was still manhandling him mercilessly.

'Helping you to relive a little tension?'

'You can't do that!' Dante was flaming with embarrassment.

'Why not?'

'Cause I'm not gay!' the devil hunter tried to break away but the grip on his wrists just tightened and he was too hot to put up any decent confrontation.

'Me neither,' drawled Vergil in his ear. "Now that I started all this, I am not letting you out."

'It's not normal!'

'You want to say, you are a relative of mine? I know, and doesn't matter, it's just little help.'

'I don't want you to!' panted Dante, shutting his eyes close, wishing it all to go away.

'Oh, but you do,' Vergil suddenly switched to a maddeningly slow pace, his fingers barely touching Dante's member. He pressed at the head lightly and stopped, breathing out 'Now, look at me.'

The devil hunter cracked an eye open. Nothing changed, so he looked at Vergil and regretted it the same instant.

Vergil was close and topless, his skin sliding over Dante's. The devil hunter could see his shoulder and his arm, leading down to where he did not want to admit. The small drops of sweat were breaking out on his brother's skin, making it glisten. His hair was damp, falling down so much like Dante's own. Vergil's eyes were transfixed on him, making the devil hunter feel like the center of the whole universe, those icy eyes following his every move.

'Say you don't want me,' whispered Vergil's bitten reddened lips and the tongue darted out to soothe them.

'I… don't…' croaked Dante and his whole body shook.

'Liar,' panted Vergil, his breath a warm breeze over Dante's lips pulling them ajar. 'It's nothing wrong.'

'How come?'

'It's just you and just me. Nobody's offended,' persuaded Vergil sincerely.

'You sure, Verge?' the devil hunter was bewildered.

'Absolutely. So, you are not going to run away now, are you?'

"It's Vergil. It's all so wrong, but he says it's just a trivia… he's always right anyway. And he's so… sincere and honest."

"Honest," the thought made Dante's cock stir in his brother's hand.

'Does it not bother you that we look so alike?'

'You are you. That is all I care for,' convinced Vergil, barely able to control himself. "Give in already or I am going to do this the wrong way. Shit, why do you provoke this side of me that gets off on manipulating?" 'You fine?'

'Yeah,' Dante looked at his disheveled brother.

'Can I go on?'

'You can try,' the devil hunter turned away and blushed profusely.

'Don't provoke me. Or is that a challenge?' Vergil smirked and let go of Dante's sex. He sat up, still pinning the demon hunter's hands down. His free hand grasped Dante under the knee and moved his leg to the side. Vergil immediately made use of the space and stuck his jeans-clad leg there, now hovering over the devil hunter.

'What are…' Dante's breath caught in his throat as his brother's fingers were back on him, tweaking his nipple. 'I did not… agree to this…'

'Just enjoy,' Vergil said, kissing Dante's jaw line and licking lower, starting another journey, down his neck. Every move suddenly became much more deliciously intense. The body beneath him was slithering under his ministrations, shamefully jolting each time his lips touched the heated skin, each suck like a lash, making Dante flex and arch up until he reached his brother's chest and glided along the moist skin then to fall down helpless.

Vergil's free hand stoke Dante's side.

'You closed your eyes again,' the demon complained. The devil hunter sighed and looked at him, puzzled.

'There,' Vergil smiled viciously and grasped Dante's neglected cock, making him try to break his hands free. 'No running away,' Vergil warned and let go of his wrists.

Hands suddenly free, Dante did not know what to do, but then Vergil was jerking him off again, at that slow pace that left his desire blazing, thumb sliding over the head occasionally, as if by chance.

"What will you do now?" somehow, Vergil's heart leaped up with fear. Then two hands spread over him like wings and locked over his shoulders, drawing him down stubbornly.

Vergil's right hand gave way and he fell awkwardly, his face in the bed-sheet, his shoulder strangling Dante, who coughed and then moaned immediately, throwing his head back in pain.

'Sorry,' the older Sparda loosened his hold on the shaft he did not know he clutched so tightly.

'Don't be,' muttered Dante.

'Alright,' laughed Vergil and turned his head do the devil hunter's side. 'Gimme a pillow, I don't want to lie with my face into the bed-sheet.'

One of Dante's hands let go and fumbled for a pillow, then shoved it over his brother's head.

'Thanks,' sarcastically crawled from under it.

After some wiggling the pillow was under Dante's head and Vergil was on his elbows, each on the side of the devil hunter's face, and knees, one of which slid up and pressed between Dante's thighs, forcing a gasp out of him.

'Verge,' he whispered with no evident reason.

Vergil smiled and set a steady rhythm, pumping the devil hunter's member. Those hands were at his back again, clutching and searching for something to grab at, but finding nothing and just sliding over the tensed muscles, still holding him close.

'Right. Hold on to me for dear life,' the older Sparda encouraged. He wore a very self-assured smile until Dante pulled his knee up and brushed it at his crotch.

'Fuck! Dante, what are you…Oh my, don't…'

The smile now belonged to Dante, who was rubbing his knee at the hardness inside Vergil's jeans. Wait, weren't those his jeans?

Dante's hand snaked under his brother, pulled the zipper and squeezed at the hot wet flesh.

'Ah, no-…' Vergil's face was right in front of him, so Dante saw very clearly as his brother shut his eyes, cried out, red lips open sinfully wide, raw pleasure in his features, the hot seed hitting Dante's fingers and splattering over his stomach as well.

At the same moment Vergil's hand instead of letting go pulled roughly and quickly at Dante's hardness, sending him, too, over the edge. He cried out in pain and bliss and yanked his hand across his brother's back, nails digging into flesh and scratching the skin. His semen coated Vergil's fingers and intermixed with his brother's cum on his stomach.

Next, Vergil fell down on him, unable to support his weight anymore.

'Fuck,' panted the older Sparda, amazed.

'Oh, shit,' agreed Dante, gasping for air, rubbing absently at Vergil's shoulder-blade. 'You can let go of me now,' he noted.

'Uh, right,' Vergil dragged his hand from under his own body and looked at their semen.

"I think it's his nature to convince people they got him, then to turn the tables and make them a boneless mess."

'I feel like after sex,' Dante complained.

'Of course you do, blockhead. You just came.'

'You might be right.'

'Shut up, grab the blanket and give it to me,' murmured Vergil, exhausted.

'The blanket is on the floor and you lie on top of me, so you grab it,' retorted Dante.

'Fuck, fine!' Vergil moved a little to the side, further mixing the sticky substance on their stomachs, and groped for the blanket on the floor. He finally felt some cloth and dragged it back on the bed. Dante's hands caught a corner as well and together they managed to cover themselves.

'I'm all dirty,' sighed Dante.

'Stop complaining, I am as well. But I am not moving even for all the bitches in Hell.'

'Is that a compliment?'

'Shuddup, I'm smashed.'

'After a little help?' teased Dante.

'Argh, shut that pretty mouth of yours before I invent some new way to use it!' Vergil smacked his hip.

'Ouch,' the comment scared Dante a little. 'Um, you are not weightless, move?'

'I said shut up!' Vergil's head lay on his shoulder.

A hand sneaked from under the blanket, fisted Dante's hair and jerked roughly.

'It hurts, asshole!'

'It is supposed to! Now, shut up and let me sleep a little more,' Vergil closed his eyes, one hand tangled in the white locks, the other holding Dante's hip tightly.

'Whatever.' Dante sank into the pillow, embracing his brother. A minute passed when one of Dante's hands slid up and roughly tugged at Vergil's hair.

'Fuck!'

'Revenge,' snickered Dante.

'Fucker,' mumbled Vergil. 'Correction, stubborn fucker.'

...endo chap 07...

Flatter me, bastards! ~Ethan

know I am a bitch but due to all IRL problems I am too lazy too look the posting here…

But! THE FIC IS GOING ON! Here:fanfiction(dot)net/s/5281429/1/Dantes_personal_Hell
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Dante's personal Hell