Disclaimer time!
I do not own devil may cry nor do i own The characters, though i wish i do because Vergil is one hot mother! 3 but oh well, this Fan fiction however is mine. so no stealy, or nix will have to beat you all senseless.
Requiem of the Damned
The streets of the city were every sense of the word Quiet that night, the darkness hanging in like a thick cloud over any stupid enough to fall into its frigid fingers. The silence was thick as the fogs, almost choking out all sounds that any dared make, save for long strides Followed quickly by the dull thud of a combat boot upon the cobblestone surface of the street. The rustle of fabric not long after, no doubt leather of a crimson hue. Somewhere in the thick hidden night there was the sound of running, a streak of cobalt and a shock of silver.
In the center of the long tunnel of stone stood a tall figure, shoulders broad, legs long, Soft silver locks shifting in the slight breeze framing that strong face. Long ebony eyelashes covered the most stunning of cobalt eyes, a rare shade for devils. His prized crimson coat fluttering about his broad, toned frame, the demon always neglected to wear a shirt under his coat. Across his chest was a strap of thick chocolate leather that held the holsters in place, at his lower back. Holding his most prized possessions, twin Magnum 22s one of the darkest of blacks, the other the most pristine of whites, appropriately named Ebony and Ivory. Also upon his back, strapped down with more demonic energy than mundane tactics was the Force Edge.
The sword of his father.
The sword of the Dark knight Sparda.
Tilting his head to the side a moment the young demon hunter watched the darkness with brilliant cobalt hues, looking for that one figure he knew so intimately. The rain that now began to pour beginning to hinder his sight, constricting his field of vision and thus his search area magnificently. Silver locks plastered to his face in the onslaught of the pouring rain, though the demon seemed unaffected by the assault, more taken with his task of finding that figure.Seemingly out of nowhere came the quickened step of another, a flash of blue and a shock of silver as the vermilion hued assailant made himself known with a grunt and a shower of fiery sparks. Quickly shifting to accommodate with the sudden pressure and added weight of the others body, Dante pressed forwards with the weapon in his hands, hearing the softest whisper of his name, the deeply sensual voice just one of the differences between the two of them.
Feeling shivers of delight run down his back as the other spoke his name, Dante flashed a devilish smirk to the cobalt clad slayer before him. "Glad to hear you haven't forgotten your dear brother, Vergil." He shot back barely catching a glimmer of the air around him. Cursing the younger forced Vergil back and jumped, twisting in the air as he drew ebony and Ivory in a flurry of scarlet fabric. Landing solidly against the wall of the hallway Dante kicked off, spinning rapidly he fired as he formed blades, each shattering a the bullet collided with their glimmering surfaces. Landing amongst the shards of the shattered blades, Dante again took off charging at his twin. In an instant the fabled twins of Sparda met in another shower of orange sparks, the sons of the betrayer once again locked in the thoroughs of battle.
No one would have guessed that mere hours before these fiercely battling devils were no more than passionate lovers, sweat slicked bodies moving in unison, flush against the other. The screams, pants and moans ringing out into the silent room. Blood, love, sweat, and lust, the twins met in the covers of darkness each longing for the touch of the other.
Leaned lazily against the balcony Dante sighed, between supple lips lay a cigarette. The end of the cancer stick becoming a bright orange with the flames from the lighter, Crimson trench coat fluttering in the heavy wind created by the oncoming storm. Shuddering as he felt the first sign of rain on his flesh, Dante sighed and turned back flicking his cigarette butt over the balcony railing. Closing the sliding glass doors behind him the devil carefully removed his coat, hanging it upon the stand that contained his rebellion; seating himself at the desk he threw his feet upon the table top twirling Ebony and Ivory upon his index fingers. Peering through the limp silver tresses the devil sniffled. Blowing his nose he sighed and threw the used tissue into the trash bin. Already the pile was growing substantially, His eyes fluttering closed Dante began to doze his senses opened though clogged from his illness. "Demons don't get sick… id like to meet whoever said that and rip him a new one." The male muttered sniffling, the younger of the twins was oblivious to the form now entering the room to join him in his solitude.
Eyes fluttering opened the male narrowed those hues and leapt forwards balancing upon his hands a moment he shot out, the bullets embedding themselves into the wall behind where he had been sitting. Landing the silvery haired demon looked around, eyes deeply narrowed, there was nothing but himself here….
Standing the demon closed his eyes ruffling the fallen tresses the framed his face. Looking around a bit before shaking his head, spinning the weapons around his fingers again. "Must be losing my mind…." He muttered with a light chuckle, eyes slowly raising to the windows as a flash of lightning streaked a jagged line over the night sky, Followed quickly by the crash of thunder, the sound echoing around the empty room. Heavy pattering of Rain shaking the glass in its pane, Sending the whole room into an eerie silence. The signs of the storm causing the red hunter the sigh weakly, shivering he looked up as the lights to the shop flickered dangerously before passing into complete darkness.
Letting out a groan of disapproval to the darkness the silver haired devil sniffled reaching for his box of rapidly disintegrating tissues, hand catching something unexpected, Another hand. Eyes snapping up as he felt the sodden flesh Dante quickly found himself pressed against the wall his stomach and chest burning painfully. Looking up the younger caught those blue eyes before him an involuntary shiver running up his spine. Eyes flickering for a way out the devil let out grunt, groaning weakly as he was ripped from the wall and thrown to the floor.Finding himself pinned under his twin the younger started to speak, unable to reach his weapons it was all he could do against the body that bore down upon his own. the others sodden locks seeming to defy gravity as he stayed atop the younger. "v-vergil..." Dante started, feeling a finger tap his lips ordering silence from him.
Slowly a curious hand slid down his body, trailing roughly across the perfect male figure. Feeling, rubbing, torturing the man under him. Vergils touch like fire against his skin Dante let out a moan, sending vergil into a small smirk, such an expression making that beautiful face seem so evil. " Dante..." again came the voice, cooing as he shifted trying to gain that touch all over. This was wrong... so wrong... why did sin have to feel so god damn good?!
Shivering the younger let out a moan and turned lust filled, icy eyes to that sadistic smile upon perfectly curved lips. Tilting his head to the side the younger licked the index finger of the hand the held him pinned, the hot organ swirling around the sensitive digit. Vergils face impassive. long lashed eyes trained upon his younger twins face, eyes never leaving the perfect porcelain duplicate of his own. Smirking devilishly Dante kept his eyes down, taking in the sodden figure above him. Vergil was a beautiful man. Soft silver tresses, a perfectly angular face, steely blue eyes, a delicate looking body but he knew better. there were hard muscles laying just under the mans skin. With his his clothing sticking to his sodden form the elder sparda was quite arousing, and the look in those icy hues leaving him a hairs breadth away from forcing his twin back and ravaging that sweet looking body, though that was not how it worked. not how it worked at all.
On nights where Vergil Dared Grace him with his presence Dante was the forced Uke. Though the younger man didn't mind so much, he loved a challenge, and thats what Vergil was. A challenge. The father of difficulty and a Child of sin. Grinning softly Vergil moved, running a long set of fingers over the others body, ghosting over the matching flesh below. Vergil was so soft, his eyes were so deadly cold but it was nights like this he loved the man so unconditionally, you'd think he actually liked him. Though upon the feeling of hands through his hair the young sparda tilted his head, deep senses trained upon the silver haired man above him. Sniffling the younger coughed harshly, sending a sadistic smirk fleeting across vergils lips. the expression twisting his beauty in a way Dante was used to by then.
Watching every graceful movement of his beloved younger, Vergil smirked, his hands ghosting over pieces of flesh. each new place his fingers found causing the one under him to squirm silently asking for more. Hands cold against the hot skin, causing a pleasant tingling to arise across the hunters skin, goosebumps rising upon his arms and stomach. " vergil..." he whispered, a gentle shiver taking his frame in a convulsion of pleasure. Slowly vergil let his fingers curl around the younger males jeans tugging the second skin of fabric off his body. Exposing more of that perfect skin to his starving gaze. Dante was beautiful. slowly, almost gently Vergil ran his hands down the silver haired hunters body, re memorizing plains that hed memorized a thousand times over. Each new path causing a string of curses and delighted murmurs to pass over Dante's lips. Twitching as Vergil murmered his name again, the realization coming as it always did. The realization that Vergil was his brother, that this was wrong. They were enemies. Enemies, Brothers, Passionate lovers. Gathering his wits the red clad hunter hissed lightly gripping his weapons with two hands, he buried the barrels of Ebony and Ivory into the others stomach and set off three shots each.
Vergil reeled in pain at first, hissing in agony before falling silent once more. clawed fingers leading the other males form, forcing him farther down upon the floor. Hissing the elders eyes narrowed before flinging Dante up, flipping him over his head to slam him against the floor but Dante had a different idea. Slamming his feet over the ceiling he stopped himself. Spinning in the air Dante twisted from the others grip, landing upon his hands and catapulting himself into the air once more. weapons firing as he sailed through the air, bullets splitting in two as yamato sliced through the same air around vergil. The cobalt clad slayer not even so much as twitching as the bullet shrapnel shot through the air around him. Smirking as he watched Dante land, Vergil took off. Slamming his weight against the hunter the slayer knocked the weapons from him and pounced upon his unbalanced twin. With a gasp of surprise Dante slid, landing hard against the floor with a yelp of pain, Vergil sitting atop him. Cracking those amazing hues up at him the younger flushed, seeing the elder grinning down at him. " do you really believe that our joining is wrong... Dante?" again that seductive hiss came from those perfect lips, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.
Growling at being pinned Dante turned deep cobalt optics training them upon the demons face. Working his hands free the younger twin locked lips with vergil, forcing his brothers jacket from his broad shoulders. allowing the vermilion fabric to hit the floor, running off the elders body like a dark water. Leaving him clad in form fitting Black pants, clinging to him like a second skin, His shirt with all its straps and fabric sticking to that pallid skin. Smirking vergil pulled Dante roughly from the floor, Pinning him mercilessly against the bathroom door. Kissing the younger male deeply Vergil felt that one resolve in his twin shatter. Reaching behind him Dante groped around, his fingers brushing over and gripping his goal. The Doorknob. Their lips never parting as they stumbled, the twins kept close, their tongues in a sensual dance, each trying to claim dominance over the other. Dante clawed at his twins form, peeling the males shirt from his lithe frame. Smirking Vergil embraced his twin once more kissing along his throat, leaving little red bite marks along the alabaster flesh. Dante moaned again softly, tilting his head backwards as vergil worked him free of his constricting boxers. Letting them fall Dante watched the cobalt slayer with half lidded eyes, narrowed cobalt hues never leaving the feral look of possession his twin with-held.
END OF CHAPTER ONE!