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Disclaimer: I do not
own Devil May Cry.

T is for Thanatos.

This isn�t part of the
Vidi series, but another AU D/V fic.

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Vergil sliced off Dante�s hands at the wrists: they
regenerated an instant later but the severed hands, still holding the guns, went
flying. The last time, Dante had beaten him by surprising him with those. Not
this time.

Pitiful Dante, needing dishonorable human weapons, crutches instead of calling upon his
birthright as a son of Sparda. The birthright that was wasted
on him.

No more.

Their swords met, and as they ground together Vergil could
see hate, calculation, and flashes of vulnerability. Dante was still so young. Those humans had sheltered him,
and he�d forgotten who he was. Who Vergil was.

Dante had almost become human. Almost, but he�d still had
that power, the power he rejected, the power that was rightfully Vergil�s.

Dante had gotten stronger since then, at least.

But Vergil was stronger, and Dante knew it as Vergil forced
him down, wrenched Yamato from his grasp.

Dante clutched his side, healing powers now exhausted, he
would stay wounded until they recharged. But they wouldn�t have a chance to,
not this time.

Dante stared up at him with defiance and betrayal in his
eyes. Vergil glared. What right did Dante have to feel betrayed? He was the one
who had betrayed his birthright. Betrayed Vergil.

�Goodbye, Dante.� Yamato struck down, striking at the neck. A quick death in battle. Vergil owed that to the Dante he
had known. In his memory. He owed nothing to this Dante.

The head flew away like a baseball, when they had played so
long ago, and a heartbeat passed.

Then Dante�s soul, red (of course) rose from his body.
Vergil held out his hand. �Welcome, brother.� He smiled as the soul drifted to
him. So, the taint didn�t deprive them of this ability. The power that should
have been his now was.

Instead of forming into a weapon, the soul entered his body.
So, he would be granted an ability instead of a
weapon. What would it be? Would his demonic power simply double, would he
become capable of the legendary feats of his father? He�d wondered since he�d
found what was left of Dante. Now he would know.

A shock ran through his system, and he fell to his knees and
gasped. He�d gained an ability before, displacement, and
it hadn�t felt like this! Another, and he fell to the ground, moaning.

So warm, so� he�d been alone all those years, until he was
strong enough to seek Dante out, and now� His body shivered, unable to move,
just lying there basking in it.

A flash of anger, that wasn�t his own, and he would have
smiled if he wasn�t smiling already. Dante thought this was some trick to make
him happy in his slavery? Vergil had no idea this was going to happen. He
should want it to stop, he was helpless like this, but
their souls touching felt so, so
good. He moaned quietly as Dante, doubting his thought, tried to look into his
memories.

The increased contact made him arch and scream, hips pushing
against the ground and sending a bolt of another pleasure through him. This was
so, so undignified� he feebly tried to push Dante away.

Dante resisted, how was he able to resist Vergil�s will now
he had been defeated? His human heritage? There was a
burst of wicked amusement, and Vergil knew Dante would take his revenge.

Dante could incapacitate him any time like this, he had to
find spells to defend himself, but Dante could do this if Vergil tried to find
spells until Vergil gave up� he lost the thought as Dante pressed their souls
closer together, trying something.

How was Dante able to think? Vergil�s arm jerked as he heard
Dante�s answer: he�d had sexual pleasure before, and this was like an orgasm.

Dante had slept with humans! Vergil snarled and Dante
laughed at his jealousy. The arm slid towards Dante�s goal, and Vergil tried to
regain control of it but every time he tried to will the arm to stop Dante
rubbed against him, a jolt of even higher pleasure. He was flipped over, and he
knew what Dante planned.

No, he didn�t want this, he didn�t, but Dante wasn�t listening.
Dante hadn�t wanted to die. Not that he was exactly dead, there were ways to
revive a soul� and even thinking of that possibility wasn�t enough to make
Dante discard this plan and assist Vergil willingly in hopes of gaining a body
back as soon as possible.

The hand that he didn�t control slid Vergil�s zipper down
slowly, and he�d lost control of his hips as well, he must have, because it
thrusted into that hand as it cupped him.

He�d practiced self-control like a religion, yielding to
human lust like this was� shame and fear and anticipation, all those weak human
emotions he�d tried to suppress swept through him, inexorable as the tide. He
should want Dante to stop. But he couldn�t make himself.

He could see Dante�s wicked grin and feel Dante�s unrepentant
lust: the physical sensations were shared with Dante.

He felt Dante�s concentration become divided and his other
hand moved, helping push down his silk boxers oh so slowly, taunting. His legs
spread and one hand grasped him while the other slid down, no,
that was even worse! His cheeks burned red and Dante laughed, he�d
marked Vergil with his color, as a finger poked him there.

He almost managed to throw Dante�s control off, but the
first hand pumped him, rubbed his tip as Dante caressed his soul and it
unmanned him, he couldn�t fight this. He whimpered, wishing it was a plea to
stop but knowing he wanted this shame.

He�d thought he would subdue Dante�s soul, but Dante could
do this to him! Dante taunted him with the thought that Vergil was the weak one
after all: he�d suppressed his human emotions instead of harnessing
them.

And oh, it felt so good that Dante loved him after all, was
ashamed that he hadn�t remembered, loved Vergil more than those humans.
Vergil�s own love rose in return and the finger that had planned to fight its
way in roughly slid in more gently, and Vergil didn�t fight it as his hips
arched up as the other hand stroked him again, playing with the tip.

Dante wanted him to feel pleasure, and he felt happier than
he�d been since they were children, together. Together again,
now. And Dante�s soul couldn�t be taken from him�

Ah! And another jolt ran through him: he was panting now,
he�d always prided himself on his quiet and control but he must look as wanton
as Dante. He wondered vaguely if there was incubus blood in father�s line, some
recessive genes passed on to Dante� a harsh squeeze: Dante didn�t like the
thought of father, but the slight pain only inflamed him further.

It was over too soon, the combination of physical and
spiritual pleasure too much for the virginal Vergil. Dante receded enough there
was only a warm glow of love, as the hand covered in Vergil�s seed reached up
to his mouth. Vergil, as if in a dream, opened his lips and tasted himself.
Bitter, but nothing could feel bad in the afterglow.

Dante was supremely pleased as he withdrew. Bring my coat and Eb
& Ive with you.

Why should I? I
despise guns�

Vergil found himself shoved back into the recesses of his
mind, tranquilized with pleasure.

Dante looked at himself, wincing. �Okay, gotta
change clothes� get a bath�� He was covered with
evidence of his control over his new body.
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