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Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, Dante, Vergil or
the Song ‘Sick’ by the band Flyleaf.
They are all copyright to their respective owners and I make no money
off of this. This was made for my own
sick amusement.

Warnings:
Yaoi, Bondage, BDSM, sort of non con, Incest between minors, Alternate
universe, Out of Character, One original character (sorry but I couldn‘t
convince Lady to do this for the twins), repetitive use of the words cum and
erection (I lost my thesaurus), bad spelling and horrible grammar, OH and a
strap on.

Summary: A beautiful tragic man pays for his failure
and remembers a time when he and his brother experienced their Nirvana. Alternate Universe, Dante/Vergil

A/N: Try to guess who’s beating themselves
up. I didn’t decide who it was until I
finished it. Also in case you didn’t
read the warning it’s alternate universe.
I changed the cut scene where Dante first faces Mundus in DMC1. Just a warning now that I’ve gone back and
read it… it’s really… um… well, it’s sick just like the title states. I’ve never written anything like this so I’m
nervous about the reaction. Don’t blame
you if you flame but well… I warned you.
::shrugs:: oh well.

Italics are thoughts.

Sick

I will break into your thoughts

With what's written on my heart

I will break, break

He watched
from half lidded eyes as the vinyl clad figure approached from across the dimly
lit room. The scarce light being
provided by the burning candles scattered across the chamber.

I
deserve this.

“I assume
you want the usual?” the figure asked.

He nodded
then proceeded to remove the tattered remains of his coat as well as the rest
of his attire. “Don’t hold back, I had a
very busy night hunting devils. Use the
enchanted ones; I want the pain to last more than just a few moments. Make me bleed; I want to see this floor
colored in crimson.”

I will
pay for my failure

Flashback

Vergil
closed the book he was reading and put it on his night stand. He couldn’t imagine anyone reading “To Kill A
Mockingbird” willingly. Surely the only
reason this book was still being printed was because schools forced their
students to read them.

He turned
over onto his stomach, and burrowed his head under his pillow. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t focus
on his assignment.

Vergil had
always excelled at everything he did.
Any subject, project, sport or activity, it didn’t matter. Lately though he’s been preoccupied.

The twins
had recently celebrated their 16^th birthday… and it seems with age
came… certain carnal urges he had never been interested in before. What was even worse though… the person his
fantasies were centered on was his own brother.

Vergil didn’t
feel that lusting after his brother was a bad thing. As far as he could tell from his research on
Devils, gender never really seemed to matter. The bad thing was that Dante was
always so concerned with ‘fitting in’ to human society that he would never give
into his devil nature.

As Vergil
began to lose himself in fantasies involving his twin, a paddle, and his
history teacher’s large mahogany desk, Dante entered the room vigorously drying
his hair with a towel. Closing the door
behind him, he moved to sit on his own bed facing Vergil.

Despite
what his older brother may have thought, Dante was most certainly not a blind
fool. For about 2 years now Dante has
wanted Vergil to fuck him. To hurt him. To make him Bleed.

Dante wants
Vergil to dominate him.

Dante
noticing the book on the nightstand- and his brother’s ostrich impersonation,-
decided to cheer his older brother up in typical Dante fashion…

Rolling the
wet towel up, and cracking it against his brothers pajama clad behind and bare
back.

“Goddamn it
Dante!” yelled Vergil as he pulled the
pillow of his head, and flung it in his brother’s general direction. “Leave me the hell alone!”

Dante
caught the fluffy projectile and gave his brother his infamous smirk. “What’s
wrong Verge? You look depressed. Did someone finally point out your
resemblance to Sonic the Hedgehog? Or
are you just grouchy cause mom‘s not here to tuck you in?”

Turning to
his sexy but incredibly idiotic younger brother, Vergil proceeded to glare at
Dante.

“No matter
how bad you want me to Verge I ain’t gonna burst into flames.”

“Hmph… and
here I thought Christmas might come early… and if anyone’s the ‘momma’s boy’ it’s
you Dante. Now give me back my pillow.”

Dante
fluffed Vergil’s pillow, and placed it atop his own. “Nope sorry bro, finders keepers.” he replied
as he snuggled into the soft bedding.

“Give it
back.”

Dante
grinned spread his legs apart slightly, and folded his arms above his head. “You
want it… come get it.”

End Flashback

I'm so sick,

Infected with where I live

Let me live without this

Empty bliss,

Selfishness

I'm so sick

I'm so sick

The figure
shrugged as she watched him undress. “As
you wish.” she stated folding her arms across her chest.

The man
finished undressing, and the woman let her eyes roam over his perfect
form. This tragic young man was a very
special client. White hair, blue eyes,
chiseled body.

This
Mistress had always prided herself for leaving reminders on her clients. It was
her calling card. A reminder that even
if for a moment, they willingly gave themselves to her. After all, that’s what they paid her for.

However, no
matter how hard she worked this client, a scar would never last for more than a
few minutes after she released him.

“Get into
position.” she commanded while moving toward the table to get the enchanted
chains that would render him helpless.

Lowering
his eyes to the ground in submission, the man moved to the center of the dark
room. He kneeled down with his knees
spread as far apart as possible, and lifted his arms above his head one wrist
over the other.

The
Mistress attached the chain to the hook on the ceiling then secured her
submissive with a set of special cuffs that were connected to the chain
itself. Usually she would wrap a clients
wrists first but again, this client was special. After finishing, she circled around the man
stopping behind him. Pulling the long
whip from her belt with her right hand she forcefully yanked her submissive’s
hair until he was looking up at her.

“My name is
Mistress. You are to answer me as
such. Do not speak unless I tell you to
do so, or you will be punished. If you
have had enough say your safety word, and I will stop. Do you understand? You may answer.”

Keeping his
gaze lowered the man replied, “Yes Mistress.”

Mistress
released his hair, and stepped back. “Keep
your head down and do not turn around.”

If you want more of this

We can push out, sell out, die out

So you'll shut up

And stay sleeping

With my screaming in your itching ears

Flashback

With those
simple words, Vergil was hard. Seeing
Dante reclining back in such a position with nothing on but a pair of red
boxers… he realized his brother knew about his desires… and that he shared them
too.

Vergil
moved over to his brother and stood next to his bed. “You know.”

“Yea…”

“If we do
this, you’re mine. You know that too.”

“I know.”

Vergil
reached out and touched Dante’s hair, allowing the silvery strands to run
through his fingers. Silky soft to the
touch, exactly like his own. He traced
his siblings cheek bone, the shell of his ear, and finally his petal soft
lips. Same yet not the same. Yin and Yang.
Vergil and Dante.

Fisting his
hand in Dante’s hair Vergil swooped down, and crushed his lips to his brothers,
nipping and biting until he tasted blood.
Firm bodies pressed against each other as Vergil settled himself between
Dante‘s thighs, hands touching, teasing.
Nails raking and drawing blood.
Tongues battling for dominance.

Dante
gasped in pleasure as his brother tormented him. He could feel Vergil’s erection pressing
against his own and longed to feel every inch of his flesh. This wasn’t going to last very long. The inexperience of the twins causing them
both to rush toward completion.

Dante began
to tear at Vergil’s sleep pants until his brother’s erection was freed. Grasping it in his hand Dante began to
vigorously pump.

“D-Dante…I-I
won‘t last if…” Gasping Vergil put his hand over his brother’s to stop
him. “I want to be in you.”

Dante gave
his brother a wicked grin and nodded.

Running his
hands down Dante’s chest to the band of the boxers, Vergil slowly removed
them. His brother’s erection jutted out
from a small nest of silver hair, and he could see beads of pre-cum glistening
on the tip. Vergil gently touched Dante’s
dick, making more cum gather, as his younger sibling bucked his hips and
moaned. Vergil then used the slick
pearly substance to coat his fingers, then pressed two digits into his brother’s
tight ring.

Dante
hissed as Vergil began to scissor his fingers.
The stinging pain of the stretching adding fuel to fire. “Verge… just fuck me now!”

“Are you
certain?”

“Yes Damn
it now do it!”

Vergil
removed his fingers, and replaced them with the tip of his erection, pushing
forward slowly inch by agonizing inch until he was finally seated inside
Dante.

The pain
was indescribable but Dante barely noticed through the haze of pleasure he felt
as his brother start to slam into him hard.
Howling his pleasure to the world Dante met his brother’s thrusts with
his own as his cock became trapped between them.

“Dante… so
fucking good!.” he gasped as he began to move into a fast and frenzied pace.

“Y-yea
Verge, HARDER, FUCK YES HARDER!!!”

Dante was
the first to reach completion, his essence coating his chest and stomach. The clenching of his muscles causing Vergil
to climax and paint Dante’s insides with his cum.

Collapsing
atop his brother completely exhausted, Vergil panted as he caught his
breath. “Did I hurt you?”

Dante
chuckled. “Yea, and I fuckin’ loved it.”

Vergil
smiled softly at his brother and rolled to the side to lay next to Dante. “And you don’t regret it? Mother would surely view this as some mortal
sin.”

Dante just
gave his brother a lazy smirk, and kissed him gently on the lips. “That’s your problem.”

“Only mine?”

“Yea, you’re
the evil twin, everyone knows that. I’m
innocent, you’re evil. YOU corrupt
ME. So you have to spend the rest of
your life serving penance.” Dante laughed.

Vergil just
smiled.

End
Flashback

I'm so sick,

Infected with where I live

Let me live without this

Empty bliss,

Selfishness

I'm so sick

I'm so sick

The crack
of the whip was a faraway sound due to the pounding of his heart beat in his
ears. Drops of crimson flew and
blossomed on the concrete floor. The
whole while his Mistress reminded him of what he was.

Hear it, I'm screaming it

You're heeding to it now

Hear it! I'm screaming it!

You tremble at this sound

FAILURE

WORTHLESS

WASTE

DISGRACE

ALONE…

“… not even
worthy to lick my boots. Son of the
Legendary Dark Night Sparda! HA! You are NOTHING!!! Your father and mother are both probably
rolling in their graves from shame of what you let me do to you!!!! BOW TO YOUR HUMAN MISTRESS DEVIL!!!!”

…

And all
this while…

This man…
no…

This devil
kept his head lowered as he was ordered as his soft silver hair became
plastered to his face by blood and sweat. Eyes bright and vibrant, almost
feverish. His mouth curled in a grin for
he enjoyed it. Loved it. NEEDED IT!!!
His penance for failing them… no… for failing him.

You sink into my clothes

And this invasion

Makes me feel

Worthless, hopeless, sick

I'm so sick,

Infected with where I live

Let me live without this

Empty bliss,

Selfishness

I'm so…

I'm so sick

Flashback

“Again I
must face a Sparda… strange fate, isn‘t it?”

“Strange
and ironic that it will end the same way!”

Mundus
chuckled as Dante glared up at him defiantly, Trish standing at his side. “Irony has favored you this time. Look there.”

A light
emerged from the statue form of Mundus to shine upon the image of a bloody,
unconscious Vergil cuffed high on a wall of the cathedral.

“VERGIL!”
cried Dante and he started toward his brother.

“Don’t even
think about it. Blink, he dies.”

Dante
enraged turns to Mundus, “YOU!” he snarls as Mundus impales Trish with 3 beams
of energy.

“Trish!!!”
cries Dante as she struggles to disperse the energy, and falls to the ground.

“D-Dante…”

“Fool! So
sad that humans will always be humans, no more.
Has the Sparda blood been spoiled over the ages?” he laughs as he builds
a powerful blast from his center eye. “Now die!”

Vergil
regains consciousness in time to watch helplessly as his brother shields Trish
from the blast, and is completely obliterated.
“DANTE!!!!!!!!”

Maniacal
laughter fills the cathedral as Mundus watches his reluctant servants reaction
to his beloved brother’s death. “Do not
worry Vergil, you will be joining your lover soon. Now that you have regained your mind you are
of no use to me.”

As Mundus
prepares another blast, Trish struggles to her feet. “Vergil!
You have to stop him! Y-you’re
the only other one can f-fully utilize the Sparda other than Dante…”

“No… “

“Do it…
that’s what Dante would want… y-you… owe it to… him… to protect humanity. It‘s what he would want…” whispered Trish as
she finally collapsed dead from her injuries.

What he
would want…

“Yea,
you’re the evil twin, everyone knows that.
I’m innocent, you’re evil. YOU
corrupt ME. So you have to spend the
rest of your life serving penance.”

As Mundus
released his blast, Vergils eyes flashed red and the blast was deflected. Easily breaking his bonds with the awakened
power flowing through him, Vergil picked up the Sparda and charged at Mundus.

End
Flashback

I'm so sick

Infected with where I live

Let me live without this

Empty bliss, selfishness

Vergil
heard the clicking of his Mistresses heels as she walked to the table to get
the next instrument of torture. He
listens as she straps the object into place, all the while remembering. It’s been 20 years now since his brother’s
death, since he defeated Mundus. Since
he took over Dante’s shop. Dante’s
life. Living Dante’s life for him as
penance. Protecting the humans that he
once saw as beneath him…

“Now you
worthless piece of shit…” whispered Lita as she stepped in front of Vergil so
he could see the enormous phallus she was wearing. “I’m going to take you. I am ordering you to count the thrusts, on
every 5^th thrust I want you to scream ‘Harder Mistress. Understood?
You may answer.”

… And
submitting to the humans who he knew now were far superior to him.

“Yes
Mistress.”

The woman
slapped him across the face. “Good.” Then walked around behind him, and thrust
into him.

She rode
him hard, with no rest or respite. A
true professional to the bitter end.
That’s why Vergil always came to her.
He could kill her with a gesture, but he was no longer worthy to kill
humans. Dante would never kill humans
who were of no danger to the world, and he was living for Dante now. This… this was just a way to serve
penance. For in Vergil’s mind he must
suffer. He who stole Dante’s innocence,
he who blamed him for their mother’s death, he who betrayed him by raising
Temenigru, he who allowed himself to be tortured and brainwashed by Mundus and
cost Dante his life. He deserves this
humiliation and more.

“Harder
Mistress!”

Now his
mistress was also grinding her nails into his wounds on his back until he could
not take it anymore. The chains that he
forged for his mistress to use on him sealed his power to slightly above a
human’s level.

He could
take no more…

And called
his safety word…

“DANTE!”

I'm so…

I'm so sick

I'm so…

I'm so sick

A/N: …
::blinks:: Damn… I didn’t plan for this to turn out so… well, sick. I’ve never written anything yaoi or this… um…
well disturbing before. I wrote this all
in one night and I haven’t written anything in… um… I think about 3 years now,
if not more. It’s been a while. However I love Dante and Vergil. Despite how this story turned out I do love
them… ::sheepish grin:: Good? Bad?
Ugly? Love it, Hate it? Let me know, constructive criticism welcome. Oh and I know I’ll get flames but this is
what my muse typed out. She’s a bit of a
psycho bitch. Although I think my friend
Andrea had a lot of influence on this story with her story Pop!. Oh well…
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