Warning this is devilcest! Dante X Virgil!! Don't like then don't read!!
I have returned from nothingness! I've been inspired to make a devil may cry fic by listening to weird music. All and all please enjoy
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Dante laid on the kitchen floor curled up like a cat. Parents weren't home, cabinents and fridge were full of food and Virgil was nowhere to be seen yet for some strange reason he could think of a reason to get up off the floor. There was a bag a sour sugar coated candy rope sitting beside him half empty. One end of the rope was in his mouth and he was chewing away at it. He'd been at it for the last 20 minutes but only got so far. It's a long rope. Dante sighed and rolled on to his back to see Virgil standing in the doorway glaring at him.
"Hiya Verg," Dante said still munching away.
"What the hell are you doing Dante?" Virgil asked walking past him and going to the fridge.
"I dunno," He replied rolling around. He wanted to try and annoy Virgil into wresteling or something to amuse his boredom.
"Idiot," Virgil got out a can of peach flavored tea and started walking back to his room where he was reading a random book from the library he had got this morning. Dante saw him leaving and decided to roll in Virgil's way. He stopped right in front of him and grinned candy in hand.
"Move," Virgil said unamused.
"Nope," Dante replied and licked his fingers clean of sugar. The motion made Virgil a little uneasy in a perverted way and he didn't like it. I mean come on they were brothers and he shouldn't be thinking that way. Virgil steped over Dante and walked pretty fast to his room.
'Damn there goes my only amusement,' Dante thought as he sat up off the floor. He looked around and thought of something that would surely bring him some kind of fun. Hopefully he wouldn't get maimed for this.
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Virgil sat on his bed up in his room book in his lap. 'It's been pretty quiet since I got up here. I wonder what Dante is up to?' He thought. Virgil put down his book and decided to check on his brother. When Virgil got to the kitchen he noticed it was dark in side. Had Dante gone to another room? Virgil walked in to turn on the light when he was tripped by what felt like a small rope. He fell face first onto the floor. Suddenly he felt someone sit on his back and grab a hold of him and start to tie his hands up with rope that felt kind of rough. 'What the hell is going on?' Virgil thought as he struggled to get free of the persons grip. He couldn't get free.
"Chill out a bit," the person whispered into his ear.
"What do you want with me?" Virgil asked.
"Just a little fun if that's ok with you?" The person said with a cocky attitude.
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Dante was grinning like a madman. He was having so much fun playing with his brother's mind. He was surprised that Verg hadn't just broken the candy rope and attacked. 'Oh well this makes it more fun for me anyway.'
"What do you mean fun?" Virgil asked.
"Nothing to bad. I just wanna watch you struggle helplessly," Dante grabbed a knife he had carved from a giant chocolate bar. He wanted to eat it but decided to use it on Virgil just to see if he could tell it was fake. 'Hope it doesn't melt.' Dante unbuttoned Virgil's shirt and ran the chocolate knife down his chest.
Virgil stiffened as he felt what he thought was a knife down his chest. 'Wait how did this guy get into the house? Where the hell was Dante? Did this guy get to him first?' "Where is my brother?" Virgil asked.
Dante smirked. "Oh I already took care of him." Dante was about to flick the lights on and yell surprise when he was grabbed by the throat and hurled across the kitchen. He landed on the counter where unfortunately they kept the drying dishes. Dante could feel glass cut him all over. He rolled onto the floor and groaned.
Virgil ran to the light switch and flicked it on so he could see who he would be killing. He turned to see Dante laying on the floor in a pile of glass.
"What the fuck is this?!" Virgil yelled.
"Um...surprise?" Dante smiled nervously at Virgil. 'I'm screwed'
"Surprise? Dante what the hell is wrong with you!" Virgil walked over to Dante, grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him up face level.
"Hey you're the one who couldn't even tell it was me! Hell the rope's candy and the knife is chocolate!"Dante yelled right back. "So can you put me down so I can get the damn glass out of my back and where ever else it happens to be!" He hoped there wasn't any in his ass. Damn that would suck.
Virgil dropped him and stomped out of the room to who knows where. Dante then got off the floor and made his way to the bathroom. Taking off his shirt and pants he noticed that the glass was only in his back, right arm and side. 'Damn this hurts,' he thought as he started pulling glass out.
A few pieces later Dante figured out that he couldn't reach the glass in his back and he needed someone else to do it. Dante sighed. "Might as well see if he'll do it."
Dante tracked Virgil down and found him in his room looking out the window. He knocked on the doorframe.
"What do you want Dante?" Virgil asked not moving his gaze from the view outside. The sun was setting and the sky was filled with reds, oranges, and purples.
"I need help with the glass." Dante said waiting for Virgil to tell him to get it himself.
"Clean up the glass on the floor by yourself. It was your carelessness that caused it anyway," Virgil said.
Dante looked at him confused. Didn't he know that Dante had landed on the dishes and had cuts and pieces on glass in his skin? "Verg I meant the glass sticking out of my back."
Virgil turned and looked at Dante. He saw bleeding cuts all over him. 'Did I do this to him?' "Alright get over here," Virgil pulled a chair over in from of him and told Dante to sit. Dante did as he was told not wanting Virgil to shove the glass in deeper.
They sat in silence for a while while Virgil was taking the glass out piece by piece. Dante felt awkward having Virgil help him because he never asked him for anything ever. While Dante was off in his own little world Virgil had finished taking the glass out and was running his hand down Dante's back. He could feel all the muscles under the skin. He always wondered if Dante's skin was softer than his own and now he had his answer, yes.
Dante noticed what Virgil was doing and it sent chills down his spine. His hands felt so good on his back.
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muhahahahahaha i give u a cliff hanger! Sorry but i can't think today. Will write more some time. If i take to long tell me! I love you all!
