Alright! First chapter of my Devil May Cry fanfiction! Of course it has to be VergilxDante. Who else would you pair Dante up with? Arkham? That's just creepy.
I was playing DMC3 until I got stuck on this evil slutty vampire bitch! Seriously! How do you kill her? If you know, please tell me! I want to continue with the game! So that means that I haven't beaten the game, so forgive me if I make a few mistakes!
So, without further adoe! Desire Only You! (Hey! That rhymed!)
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah I don't own anything from Devil May Cry blah blah blah
An Unexpected Reunion
"I'm so bored!" the silver haired man whined to particularly no one. The shop was completely empty. It had been for the past week. Devil May Cry has not had a customer for over a week. The owner, Dante, sat leisurely on his chair with his feet on the desk before him, twirling his gun, Ivory, around on his finger. He had decided to polish off his beloved guns because he was so excruciatingly bored.
It was so quiet in the shop, which was driving Dante to the brink of insanity. He'd rather have Patty's incessant whining than this silence, but she was off somewhere on a trip. Morrison hadn't come by lately which meant no jobs for Dante which only added to his increasing boredom.
"I guess I'll just go get a strawberry sundae," he sighed as he stood up and walked towards the door. Little did he know that there was someone standing on the other side. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a flash of blue as whoever it was shoved Dante back inside, whirled around, and slammed the door back shut. Dante regained his balance and got a good look at the rude intruder.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Vergil?" he demanded. He glared at his older twin brother as the half-demon turned around.
"So good to see you too, dear brother," Vergil replied in his usual calm fashion.
"Been a while since I last saw you," Dante said, taking a few steps back as he spoke. "How many years has it been?"
"Three years," the older answered, eyes trailing up and down Dante's body.
"I hope you're not too sore about our last encounter." Dante felt the edge of his desk. No sooner did his fingers graze Ivory did he feel the cold steel of a blade against his throat.
"Pick up your gun, and I will slice your head right off your body," Vergil whispered, his lips suddenly against Dante's ear. "I just want to have a civilized chat with you." The younger twin sighed and raised both his hands in the air.
"Fine! I'll have a 'civilized chat' with you, but it would be a lot easier if there wasn't a fucking blade at my throat!" The man in the blue coat nodded, backed away, and swiftly sheathed his sword. Relaxing a bit, Dante hopped up on his desk, his eyes never leaving his twin. "So...why are you here?"
"There's no easy...or less humiliating way to say this, but...I need a place to hide," he sighed, turning so that he wouldn't have to face his brother. He scowled when he heard a muffled chuckle from the other.
"No way! You are asked me for help? This is gold!" Dante couldn't hold back his laugh. Vergil, with his back still turned, waited patiently for Dante to control himself.
"I just need—how do humans say it?—a place to "crash" for the night." He finally turned back around to show Dante that he was serious.
"I don't get it," Dante said as he struggled to breathe. "Who the hell are you hiding from?"
His eyes started roaming the other's body, taking in every square inch. The blue coat and the shirt underneath had a huge tear in it right across the middle, revealing the smooth, flawless skin underneath. It was then that Dante noticed the huge stain of blood that decorated the front of the shirt.
"Holy shit, Verg! You're hurt? What happened?" he cried, leaping off of his desk and approached his brother.
"Yeah, I got jumped. I pissed off some demon, and now he's after me. I keep getting attacked by his countless minions over and over again. I just need a place to lay low and regain my—"
He was interrupted when Dante grabbed the edges of the blue coat and quickly yanked it off, letting it fall to the floor. This action seemed to stun Vergil because he didn't say or do anything until he felt Dante grab at the bottom of his shirt. He reached out and grabbed Dante's hands.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dante shook Verg's hands off and continued to try to yank the fabric over the other's head.
"That's a lot of blood! Let me see where the wound was!" he demanded. Still, Vergil continued to struggle.
"Get the hell off me!"
"Just let me see the wound!"
"No!"
"Let me see it!"
And this sort of struggle continued for the next three minutes until Dante finally succeeded in yanking the shirt over Vergil's head. The older twin glared at his brother before taking out his sword and slicing the other's shirt into tiny pieces but not making a single cut on the skin. Dante was really glad that he left his favorite coat hanging on the bathroom door.
"Great! Now we're even!" Dante exclaimed dramatically. "Now let me just..." He reached his foot over and placed it behind Verg's before giving his brother a good shove. Vergil landed hard on his ass before he was pushed all the way down by Dante who was now sitting on him. Dante moved his hands all over Verg's upper body, trying to find where the wound was. While he was looking, he couldn't help but notice how toned Verg's body was.
"Had Verg always been this muscular?" he thought to himself. A deep chuckle broke his thoughts.
"You forgot, little brother, that I'm still stronger than you!" And with that, Vergil easily flipped them over so that he was the one pinning Dante to the ground. "My wound healed a while ago," he informed. "Are you happy now?" Dante just glared at his brother.
"Alright! You're uninjured! Fine! Now get off me!" He bucked his hips as an attempt to shake his brother off but failed. He then realized that his half-naked, muscular, older brother was hovering over him so close that their respectable areas were almost touching. Dante felt himself blush, so he turned his face away.
"G-Get off," he murmured, feeling more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. He looked up and was taken aback by how Vergil was looking at him. "V-Verg?"
"Ah, fuck it!" the older finally said before leaning all the way down and capturing Dante's lips in a searing kiss.
Annnnddddd...that's it for now! Next chapter should be up in a few days! You can probably guess what's going to happen. :)
Reviews are very much appreciated here!
And seriously! If you know how to beat the vampire bitch, please tell me! She's so hard! Just leave me a comment or whatever! PLEASE HELP ME!
