For Now
Disclaimer: I do not own the name, characters, or weapons of Devil May cry.
Warning: This story will contain incest, language and gore, please do not read if you are offended by this.
Extra Warning: This chapter contains sexual content.
Chapter Four: Lunch- Monsters and Mysteries
"Okay, so here's the data I already have." Lady opened a folder and placed various documents, pictures and notes on the table. "Now that you have this, you need to tell me what you know, I didn't leave my shower halfway through and taxi it all the way down here for nothing. Speaking of taxis, is my bike done yet?"
Dante shook his head. "Listen, we're not telling you shit 'til you let us join the mission. Right Vergil?" He looked at his brother to find that the elder had picked up each of the pictures and was looking them over with a completely blank expression. "Vergil?"
Vergil's head snapped up. "What?" When Dante repeated himself the other twin looked at Lady calmly. "It is probably best that we join forces. Of course, if you deny our help we will simply conduct an investigation of our own."
"Jeez you guys, why else would I have brought the folder? This is bigger than I can handle by myself. Now can we please talk about what you know?"
Dante explained the events of the night as best he could (fellatio omitted) following up with a description of the body. "Vergil says that all these guys were clients of his company but the list went missing when the computer went to shit. His boss Mr. Bitch-"
"Mr. Charm."
"-says that the police are gonna be doing a check in at the company. Also says that the killer might be coming after anyone attached to the place."
Lady rubbed her temples and looked at the still stone faced Vergil. "What the hell kind of company do you work at?"
"Security." Came the curt reply "Undoubtedly we will be losing business very quickly as soon as our clients begin to connect the dots. It should only take another day or so after the police report that the press gets a hold of this." Vergil had placed the photos next to each other on the desk in order of the killings. "The killer is a demon as I do not believe a human is capable of doing this, especially after what we saw tonight. The demon in question is getting bloodier as time goes on, almost as though he is gaining power. The way in which these victims were killed seems different each time except for the eyes." He motioned them to come closer and once they did, he indicated the eyes of each. "These people were sleep deprived and quite possibly possessed. The red skin around the eyeball, the slight hollowing in the socket; these people were driven mad before they died, tonight's certainly was."
He hadn't looked at them once through this explanation and now when Lady reached out to touch his shoulder he grabbed her wrist, almost breaking it without a thought before letting go and backing away. "Jesus Vergil what's the matter with you?" She bit out angrily, massaging her wrist.
"I...I apologise." His knuckles were white at his sides. "I think I may be a little over tired. That is no excuse of course but... Tomorrow I am going to do a bit of research after work to see if any particular demon meets our criteria. You two must be extremely careful in the meantime and not do anything reckless. Lady, you are of course welcome to stay the night but I need to... Good night." He nearly tore out of the room; mask like expression beginning to crack.
Dante looked at Lady in bewilderment, speaking only when he was certain his twin was out of earshot. "What the hell was that all about? It's like he's scared or something."
Lady frowned as she tried to make sense of it herself. "Well... it stands to reason that he'd be a little nervous if he thought you were in danger which he obviously does. You and I are both connected to the company through Vergil after all- oh wait. Oh shit..." Her hand flew to her forehead. "Why didn't I pick up on it?"
"What?"
She looked at him uncomfortably. "Dante, what happened to Vergil on that island?"
He quirked an eyebrow. "The hell does that have to do with-" Dante eyes went wide as saucers. "Aw fuck, no wonder. Even when I found him he looked like lasagne but he talked about being... being sawed open, that he had his head fucked with. Cause of who he is though it didn't kill him, they just did it for months."
Lady looked at the photos again. "He must have seen himself in every one of these pictures, in every killing. The dead demon you guys saw tonight must have brought back a lot of repressed memories."
"But why the hell is it still bugging him? That was almost a year ago! Why can't he just move on?"
"You are so unbelievably dense sometimes Dante." She spat, scowling a dark cloud of anger at him. "It doesn't work like that! An incident that traumatizing haunts people for life, especially when there's a chance that it could happen again to them or someone they love! You're such a... boy sometimes!" She took a deep breath and continued more quietly. "Listen, right now Vergil needs you and I doubt he wants to admit that to himself so you need to be there without his asking. I'm going to bed." As she walked away Dante heard her mutter: "Men. And they wonder why we stereotype them."
Fear unlike any he had experienced in almost a year gripped Vergil, and now that he was away from the two downstairs he dropped the shaky facade of calm and submerged himself in it. Clamping his hands over his mouth to bite back a scream as the images of the night caught up with him, forcing him to remember, forcing him to relive them.
He pulled himself back into a state of relative sanity and began to undress. Catching sight of himself in the mirror he flinched, immediately seeing Nelo Angelo look back at him. He approached the mirror angrily, ready to smash it when instead of Nelo Angelo it became all of the bodies, each with his face.
Vergil tore his gaze from the mirror and shrank back into the bed. Raised voices were drifting up from the reception area but they quickly became screams in his ears, grating into his bones. Hands, claws everywhere, ripping, tearing flesh from his bones, laying him open, invading his mind. Inside his head Dante was nowhere and everywhere, screaming in pain and hate. Dante was dead; they had made him kill his brother. He wished he were dead but first, they were inside of him and he had to get them out.
A choked sob shook him before he was shaken back to reality by two strong hands and Dante was there and safe and running a hand through his hair looking scared himself. Vergil raised a hand to touch his twins face before seeing that it was covered in blood. Looking down he saw the finger tips of his other hand imbedded in his stomach and five bloody holes where his others used to be.
"Oh." He said simply before Dante engulfed him in a hug, shaking, apologizing over and over. It didn't really make a lot of sense to him but he dislodged his other hand and hugged back, the devil healing process closing the wounds with relative swiftness. "Dante... Dante, I'm fine. Look at me."
"You're not fucking fine. Lady was right; I'm a goddamn idiot. I'm sorry..." His twin's voice was muffled into his shoulder but Vergil heard it clear as day and though he didn't quite understand it he pressed a kiss to the top of the younger's head.
"Dante, I apologise for the inconvenience but do you think you could wake me if I begin to stir in the middle of the night?"
"Sure." Dante's voice came out hoarsely as he pulled away. "I'm just gonna stay up for a bit longer, you go to sleep."
Vergil gave him a brief nod of gratitude before lying down and falling asleep with the love of his life's eyes on him. What he didn't know was that those eyes didn't leave him all night as he slept and when he woke in the morning his brother yawned and stretched as though he'd been asleep all night.
"You are up quite early for you, is something wrong?" He leaned over and pressed his forehead against Dante's. "You're a little warm. Maybe you should get more sleep?"
"Naw." Dante grinned "I gotta fix Lady's bike today, figured I should get up early. She might never leave if I don't."
"I heard that!" Lady's voice carried from the other room.
"You were s'posed to!" The younger yelled back as Vergil got up and cracked his back.
The elder wasn't certain he should mention last night as he only remembered flashes of it himself. If he strained then he could recall crippling fear before his mind tried to repress it again. He sighed, striding into the bathroom and speeding through his morning ablutions. "Dante?" The younger twin poked his head into the bathroom. "Listen, I do not recall a good deal of what went on last night but... thank you for staying with me."
"Aw Verg, you're so friggin' sappy sometimes." Dante wandered further into the bathroom and kissed him, running his hands up Vergil's back and pressing his fingers into a knot he found there. An involuntary groan of pain and pleasure escaped the other man's lips.
"Dante...mm, Dante much as I would love to stay and continue this I really can't be late today. The police are coming in and- ohyesthere!" His cheeks grew warm as he reluctantly tugged his brother's hands away from his sore back. It was rare that anyone could catch him off guard and even rarer when he enjoyed it. "If I am not on time people will ask questions which will undoubtedly lead them here. I know how little you enjoy dealing with police."
Dante grumbled and pulled away. "Cops have it in for me."
The corners of Vergil's mouth twitched in a tiny smile before he walked out of the bathroom and got dressed. "If everything goes smoothly then I should be back in time to make dinner but don't hold me to it. Oh, and Dante, if the police do swing by, please refrain from provoking them in any way."
More grumbling, a quick peck on the cheek and Vergil walked out the door.
Lady came out of the other room in a baggy t-shirt of the twins' and watched Vergil hail a taxi. She looked at Dante who was also staring at the entrance chewing his lip. "Do you think he suspected? You look half dead."
Dante raked his fingers through his hair and gave a jaw cracking yawn. "Naw, I don't think he even remembers asking me. Vergil represses a lot. Defence mechanism, ya know? It's not the first all nighter I've pulled so I'm pretty good at hiding it." He went to go lie back down but Lady caught his arm firmly.
"Just because I'm proud of you doesn't mean you don't have to fix my bike. I need it for tomorrow." And with that she tossed him a shirt and gave him a shove towards the garage.
"Bitch."
"Suck it up Mr. Fixit."
As Vergil walked in he managed to feign surprise at the sight of police swarming the building. A hand gripped his shoulder roughly and a man began yelling at him. "You can NOT be here Dante! This is my goddamn investigation and you are NOT going to screw things up here!" The silver haired man turned slowly to face his accuser who quickly wilted under the cold gaze he was given.
"I am afraid you are quite mistaken sir, my name is Vergil. I work here. I would be very interested to know, however, what your superiors would think of one of their officers interfering with the law simply get in petty jabs to the wrong person. That being said, my brother has solved forty three of your cases and assisted with countless others so I believe it would be in your best interest not to refuse his help should he offer it. No doubt your chief would love to know about-"
"I'm sorry Officer Brown, there seems to have been a misunderstanding, please continue with your investigation." Mr. Charm briskly whisked Vergil away from the stunned cop and pulled him into his office. "Vergil in my years of dealing with the police I have learned an important lesson: Don't provoke them. Now, as you have done just that I would like to know why. Sit."
Vergil sat stiffly, silently berating himself for doing exactly what he'd told his brother not to. "I apologise sir, I have had dealings with that police officer in the past. He thought that I was my brother and-"
"-and he can be a bully to those who have crossed him in the past. It's only natural that you got defensive... but you know he's going to make our lives here a lot harder now, right?" Before Vergil could reply his boss raised his hand for silence, frowning slightly before going to the door and opening it causing Jones to tumble in. "It's rude to eavesdrop. I think the police want to speak with you Jones. Go."
The man shuffled out, throwing a backward glance at the two of them before being shut out by Mr. Charm. He waited for a moment to make sure no one was listening before turning back to Vergil. "I was really looking for a better time to tell you this but I can't afford to wait any more. First, did you kill those people?"
Startled, Vergil's head snapped up to look at the other man. "Of course not, why would you think I had something to do with-"
"Because I know who you are." Mr. Charm cut him off for the third time that day, this time shocking him into silence. "I know who you are and I know about your past. You think I don't do background checks? My wife is really into the occult so I already knew the legends, but when you said your name was Vergil Sparda? Who wouldn't be suspicious?"
Vergil felt his face tighten and he wished, not for the first time that he had brought his sword. "What do you intend to do with this information?" He asked calmly, fighting the urge to bolt.
"If you didn't kill those people? Nothing. You are my best worker and I value you as a colleague, maybe even a friend. It was obvious to me when you applied for this job that you weren't the same person who tore the city apart. I just needed to make sure that you hadn't regressed. Listen, I don't care that you're a demon, half our clientele are... oh don't look at me like that, of course I knew. The important thing now is to find this killer. Which brings me to my next point-"
The door opened and the now sour looking police officer beckoned to Vergil. "You're up hotshot." He ground out, throwing them both a suspicious look before walking away.
The silver haired man got up to be interrogated but turned back to his employer. "You truly don't care one way or the other?" The other man shook his head. "And your next point was...?"
"I'm taking you to lunch; we'll talk about it then."
A strange relief spread through Vergil as he walked down the hall to the waiting cops. Now it seemed he finally had an ally in this hellhole of a job, someone else who finally knew and didn't care. It was that thought alone that carried him through the next few hours.
The police came to the shop at about 1:00 that afternoon as Dante was taking a break from the bike. He had just gone inside to look over the files now safely stored in his desk when he heard them coming up the steps. "It's open!" he shouted over his shoulder, closing the drawer quickly.
When they came in, neither party looked particularly thrilled to see the other, but Dante offered them a seat anyway. "We're going to assume you know what's happening already and we'd like your help on this. First things first though, we have to clear you as a suspect. Now, we have eyewitness reports placing you near the most recent victim. Says here you and your brother fought before leaving the restaurant but that it was a while before you drove away. Can you tell us what happened in that time in between?"
Dante's mouth moved before his brain got a chance to catch up with it. "Yeah, I was gettin' a blow job. Vergil waited by our motor cycle." There was a deafening silence before another cop spoke up.
"Do you have anyone who can confirm that? The other person involved perhaps?"
The younger twin's brain seemed to freeze before two feminine arms encircled him from behind and Lady's voice spoke. "That would be me gentlemen, I can vouch for these two and considering that they're already in on the case I think you can safely cross them off of your suspect list."
Things went very quickly after that with the police almost immediately giving up all of their information (which turned out to be less than what Lady had) and leaving. Dante frowned a little at her, causing her to raise her eyebrows.
"What?"
"I thought you got dressed already." He said, pointing out the fact that she was still in a baggy t-shirt that barely cut off halfway down her thighs.
"I thought it would help move things along if I were half naked. Besides, it told me what you two were doing that night to be around there."
Dante's face flushed. "Oh." Then he stared at her. "You aren't even wearing a bra!"
She rolled her eyes. "Grow up dumbass. I'm getting changed."
As she walked up the stairs he called up to her. "You have a pretty nice rack when you're not compressing it."
He only just dodged the lamp she threw at him.
His good mood had faded when night fell and there was still no sign of Vergil. When at 10:00 he heard tires outside he had to stop himself from running out to see if it was his brother as he had the past four times. Instead he listened intently, relaxing immediately once he heard Vergil's voice.
"I really cannot thank you enough, this will be very helpful. Please give my regards to your wife. Sorry again for the trouble."
The relief that had filled Dante melted into anger. Vergil wasn't hurt, he even sounded happy!
"It was no trouble at all, Iris loves to cook and she's always telling me I should invite more people over. Until tomorrow, do not dream, it would not do to have you scream."
"That was... a little bit eerie sir; you should probably work on that one before bringing it to your wife."
"Will do! Goodnight Vergil."
"Goodnight sir."
The door handle turned and Dante's brother entered, weighed down with several thick books. The younger twin's hands clenched. "What the hell was that?" He yelled, causing Vergil to look surprised and set the books down.
"What was what? I had lunch with my employer and over it he told me that he knew about your business and that he wished to help with our investigation. His wife is a fan of the occult and she loaned me a few of her books. After that I could hardly refuse the dinner she offered."
Dante put his hands up in frustration. "Woah woah woah, back up. He knows about the Devil May Cry? Also, why the fuck was your cell phone off? I tried to call you like a bazillion times!"
"I do apologise for that, I had to turn it off during the investigation and I must have forgotten to turn it on again. But Dante, he knew about me, about what we are and he didn't care!"
"He knew? Verg do you have any idea how dangerous that shit is? People can't know that we're demons, are you fucking crazy? And Bull SHIT you forgot to turn it back on. You never fucking forget." Dante sensed that he was very quickly entering the realm of irrationality but he justified his anger to himself by pointing out Vergil's mistakes.
His twin fixed him with a startled glare that was quickly engulfed in a frosty mask. "We will continue this conversation when you stop behaving like an adolescent girl. Until then, goodnight Dante." Before the younger of the two could get off another angry retort Vergil scooped up his books and went upstairs to the bedroom, leaving Dante alone to steam.
The thing was that Dante wasn't steaming, not anymore. It was as though as soon as Vergil left the room all of the anger just drained out of him, leaving exhaustion in its wake. "Aw shit..." He mumbled, pressing his palms against his eyes. He recalled blearily that he hadn't slept in about forty six hours and vowed to rectify this.
As he went to the bedroom and stripped, he noticed that his brother was still marble faced, though he was now reading. "Look Verg, I'm sorry I freaked out." No response. Dante swallowed his pride and tried again. "I was.. worried about you. Even though I know you can kick a lot of ass by yourself." A slight quirk of the eyebrow, he was getting somewhere. "It was dumb of me to start yelling at you the second you walked in the door but... I'm not gonna apologise for worrying. Even if it does make me sound like a fucking girl."
A slightly softened gaze met Dante's and the covers were pulled back enough to let him in. A grateful groan worked its way out of his throat as he crawled in next to his twin and laid his head on the elder's chest. At that point he was too tired to object when Vergil's fingers ran through his hair. The only thing on his mind was sleep, and soon it claimed him.
Dante woke to the smell of bacon sizzling in a pan and a lazy smile spread over his face. He got up, padding slowly into the kitchen where Vergil was still reading as he flipped the strips of meat. "Mornin' Babe, you find anything out?"
Vergil nodded slowly, reluctantly tearing his eyes away. "When we first learned about this demon, I knew that it wasn't exactly ordinary as both you and I could not sense it. I believe that the demon possesses humans in order to hide itself. Through this it is able to drive the person to insanity." The elder twin tossed the bacon on two plates along with some already made pancakes and two glasses of orange juice.
Dante grimaced at the fruit drink but thought about it for a moment. "So you're saying this is random? If summoned, any demon could possess someone. What if it was just a really high ranking one? It could hide itself pretty easily and pass as human. It'd have special abilities then, right?"
Vergil's lips thinned slightly. "I would really rather think that it was several low level demons that got lucky."
"Uh... Dude, no offense but are you feeling okay? What you're saying is really impractical."
"Be that as it may I am going to continue researching. I am meeting Mr. Charm for lunch today as we don't have work."
"I'm coming too." Dante almost spat out a mouthful of food to get the words out, causing his brother to raise an eyebrow but there was no way he was leaving those two alone. There was no way he would ever trust this 'Mr. Charm' person.
"Alright. He told me he would like to meet you and as you are part of this you may as well come along. But Dante, I must ask that you behave yourself. He is my employer. Also... He may know that you and I are the sons of Sparda but he does not know that we..."
"Blow each other in alleyways? Fuck as much as normal people breathe? Well okay, we haven't done it all that much recently but-"
"-Are together, Dante." Vergil massaged his temples. "I would rather he not find that out as it would reflect badly on both of us."
"Whatever dude. When do we leave?" Dante finished his meal with a rapidity that stunned his brother.
"We should meet him at 12:30." Vergil said lowering his eyes to the book once more before having his chin tilted up and slightly chapped lips pressed against his.
"We still have a bit of time then." Dante purred against Vergil's lips, hand slipping down to rub his palm over his older twins groin. It came as a shock when the hand was batted away followed by a stern look.
"Dante, much as your insatiable sex drive is... extraordinary, I need to finish this chapter before our meeting." The elder brushed past him into the bedroom where he promptly sat in the large chair he had insisted they get.
"You're... blowing me off for a book. You're blowing me off for... God dammit." Dante stormed into the bedroom and jerked his pants down. "Look at me. Really, look! My penis is feeling unbelievably rejected, I am naked in front of you and you're ditching me for words printed on a fucking page! There is something really wrong with you!"
Vergil responded by taking another book off of the pile beside the chair and throwing it at Dante's head. "Help me find out more and tonight I just may might it worth your while."
Dante had never read a book with more vigour.
Mr. Charm was waiting for them at a coffee table with several papers at his side. Though the man was smiling, Dante immediately felt his figurative hackles rise. "You didn't tell me he was good looking." He muttered. Reading always gave him a headache which was why he didn't attempt it too often; that being said he now had a raging migraine on top of meeting a man he didn't know or like.
"Vergil, there you are! And you must be Dante; it's good to finally meet you." The man extended a hand in greeting which the younger twin took and crushed, glaring into his eyes. Instead of being perturbed however, Mr. Charm seemed delighted. "I never thought I would meet the sons of Sparda... I can't begin to tell you how pleased I am to be working with you!"
"Dude, when you're done kissing ass do you think we could get to work?"
"Dante..." Vergil threw him a warning glance and the younger tutted before putting his palms over his eyes.
"Sorry sir, I got a really big fuckin' headache right now. It's makin' me a fuckwad so if I say shit I'm sorry in advance." He gritted his teeth put his hands down and threw Vergil a look that said 'Happy?'
Mr. Charm chuckled and re-seated himself. "No worries, and as we're in a relaxed environment I'd like it if you would both call me Ties."
"Your name is Ties Charm? Man, did you ever get the short end of- ow!" Dante winced as he was kicked in the shins by his brother before shutting up and throwing Vergil a pained glare.
The meeting was painfully dull from the younger twin's standpoint and what he found more interesting was not the words that the other two were saying, but the way they were saying them. Mr. Charm or Ties would lean forward and just watch Vergil, not look, but stare with an almost reverent fascinatinon.
He was just about to nod off when he sensed something odd. Catching Vergil's eye he could tell his brother felt it too. A slow knock came from the window of the restaurant and his head snapped over to see a man in his mid forties tapping his knuckles oh so gently against the glass. There was a glazed expression on his face but his eyes were glued to the table that Dante and the others were seated at.
Mr. Charm looked at the window with a mildly annoyed expression on his face. "What the hell is Jones doing here? He's-"
"Quiet." Dante snapped, inhaling the scent on the air. The knocking continued. "Your man Jones, is he a demon?"
Vergil shook his head slowly. "No, I have been working with him a while now and he hasn't had any sort of unusual behaviour. He's nosy, that's all."
The scent stopped as suddenly as it began and the man at the window began sobbing, dropping to his knees.
Immediately the brothers were on their feet and outside, standing over the man with a mixture of wariness and worry. Vergil knelt, hand brushing ebony as he spoke quietly. "What happened Jones?"
The man curled himself into a ball and began rocking back and forth. "Cheryl... Cheryl is- she's-" His hand raised and pointed to an alleyway.
Dante saw Vergil's face tighten slightly and put a hand on his twin's shoulder. "I'll go check it out, you..." He fought not to make a face. "Call the cops or something. I'll be back soon."
Sneaking away from the swiftly growing crowd Dante began dashing in strides of three towards where the man had indicated. What he found wasn't pretty. He recognised this woman as the secretary from Vergil's work. Cheryl, he had heard Jones call her. She seemed nice enough when he had stopped by to pick his brother up on the few occasions he saw her.
Now she was just a pile of oozing carnage, ripped open just like the others and he couldn't let Vergil see the damage done. He expected his twin already knew what was there and hoped to hell that he would just call the police instead of coming over himself.
They came earlier than Dante thought was possible but for the first time he felt grateful towards them. He put a hand on officer brown's shoulder as he went by. The man spun and opened his mouth angrily but Dante just held up a hand. "Listen, I get that you want to yell at me, that's fine. Give me a call and I'll make time to let it happen. But right now you've got your job to do and I've got someone who needs me. You got my number."
Vergil was attempting to get more out of Jones but the man was completely incoherent and the smell wasn't helping. That sickening smell of death and rot was shattering any measure of concentration he had and eventually he just pulled the trembling man to his feet and slung an arm over his shoulder, wishing he could cover his nose without causing a stir. Above all, he didn't let himself think about Cheryl, even when Dante approached with her scent hanging over him like some twisted cologne.
"Alright Verg, let's get away from here." Dante threw a look at Mr. Charm but spoke as politely as could be expected. "Listen, Ties, I don't think this guy can get home on his own so if it's cool with you, could we use your car to get him home? Our bike barely fits two."
Vergil's boss nodded quickly. "Of course, you two should probably consider getting a car yourselves but for today you may join me in mine if you so wish. Vergil, are you quite alright?"
Realizing that both his brother and his employer were staring at him, Vergil tried to force together some semblance of a smile. "I'm fine, I'm just getting a bit of a headache." He could feel his brother's eyes on him, could feel the resignation in his gaze.
Finally he heard a small sigh before Dante said. "Do you think you could take Vergil home too? I don't think that he should have to hang off of a motorcycle right now." And when Vergil opened his mouth to protest Dante just shook his head and helped Mr. Charm load the two into the car. "See you at home." He murmured before the door slammed.
Vergil watched his twin and employer speak for a moment outside the car before Mr. Charm got in the car chuckling. "Your brother certainly does care about you. In the beginning, I couldn't quite understand why you two still lived together, but I think I'm starting to understand. Time to go home."
Even as he bid Mr. Charm and Jones goodbye he felt a little lighter, as though the events of the day had happened to someone he read about in a book. Still... "Dammit." He muttered pinching the bridge of his nose. The smell was still there, if only faintly. After a long shower however it wouldn't be on his skin anymore. The clothes he might have to burn but that was fine. He was close now, up the stairs, through the door, pulling off the shirt and tugging off the well tailored pants.
He jumped into the shower before the water had time to turn warm but the icy spray helped his mind clear and by the time Vergil stepped out of the steam filled room there was no more fear, no more anxiety, just a calmness that he hadn't felt for weeks.
Dante looked up from the chair and gave him a tired smile. "Hey, you feeling better? I got sushi for dinner (vegetarian for me), I showered at Lady's place, I cleaned a bit and, uh, I've been reading more. Picked up some books too if you wanna look through them instead of messing around tonight I don't mind. I just... I want you to feel better."
Vergil looked at everything his brother had done with a blank face before looking directly at his brother again. "Get undressed."
There was a hopeful disbelief on Dante's and he could feel a stirring of arousal in his jeans from that hungry stare boring out of that mask like face. "Wh- but, I thought you'd be hungry, shouldn't we eat or read or-"
"Quiet." Vergil let the damp towel slip from his hips and watched Dante swallow. "I'd rather work up an appetite but if you take too long I may change my mind."
Had Dante hesitated any more Vergil was pretty sure his erection would detach itself and attempt to strangle him, but as it was, the younger twin had practically ripped his clothes off to be free of them.
Vergil beckoned him over and once he was close enough, grabbed his hips and pressed them flush together, kissing him roughly.
When Dante opened his mouth in a gasp, Vergil shoved his tongue inside, swiping it over the roof of his twin's mouth, challenging him to fight for dominance. He was not disappointed. One of Dante's hands fisted in his hair, locking their mouths tighter together while the other hand gripped desperately at his back.
When they parted for air Vergil kept one hand on Dante's lower back and with the other he took both his and his brother's cock and began pumping them together. Dante's head hit his shoulder and he turned his face into that soft hair. "You want to feel good." He stated softly, waiting for the younger's reaction.
Dante raised his head just enough to peer at Vergil from under his eyelashes, already breathing heavily. "Y..yeah. Nnnnhh!" He moaned deeply as Vergil tightened his hand, pumping harder. "Fuuuck!" His eyes slid closed and his head went back down, dropping on the elder twin's shoulder again, hips bucking forward helplessly.
Vergil felt his stomach tighten; he was close. By the looks of things Dante couldn't take much more either. He sank his teeth into the delicate shell of his brother's ear. The resulting groan of pain and pleasure was exquisite and he had to fight very hard to keep from climaxing right there. His twin had no such reservations and threw his head back as he came, knees buckling so that Vergil had to hold him tighter with his other hand. When he arrived at the brink himself he was driven to his knees, causing Dante to topple after him.
"Sorry..." He panted, but Dante put up a hand to silence him.
"That. Was fucking. Amazing."
"It wasn't sex."
"Didn't have to be. Still blew my fucking mind. Let's go to bed, kay?"
Vergil tilted his head to the side slightly. "What about dinner?"
"Fuck dinner."
"I certainly hope you don't mean literally... I'm joking, don't give me that look." He leaned over and kissed his brother's face gently. Standing a little shakily Vergil stretched and after hearing a few pops in his back he offered Dante a hand, which the younger gratefully took.
"I've been think Verg," The younger started "maybe we should get a car."
Vergil raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?"
"Car sex."
"Of course." He exhaled, going to the bathroom and cleaning up. He brought out a warm cloth for Dante to do the same, shaking his head as he did so. "It's just a shame."
"What is?" Dante asked, accepting the towel and going through the same process his twin did before crawling into bed next to him.
"Well, if you had pressed for sex tonight I was thinking of letting you try being on top. Shame I'm not in the mood anymore." It took every fibre of his being to keep a straight face in the midst of the horrified look he was getting. "Well, goodnight." And with that he rolled over and turned the light off, finally able to smile into the pillow.
There was a good twenty minutes of silence before Dante spoke.
"You are such a little bitch!"
Vergil let out what may or may not have been a stifled laugh.
Had he chosen to put his cell phone by the bed like he normally did Vergil would have seen the light go on as the silent ring attempted to break free. He would have seen the words "One missed text from Mr. Charm. "Dante/Vergil, need help! Jones has just"" before the screen cut off.
End of chapter 4
So yeah, if anyone read my profile they'll already know why this chapter is so bloody late. The next one will also probably take this long just because of its length and my schedule of uni, work, fanfiction and somewhere along the line food and sleep. If you'll notice, I did a little nostalgia thing with the end of this chapter as it was very similar to the end of one in To See You. Oh yes, you see what I did there.
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