Ecstasy.
Agony.
"Dante. this, ohhhh. binds us. know. that. it binds us. forever." Dante's fingers caught his heart again, and just before his own vision dulled in ecstasy, he saw his brother's beautful face begin to take on the same blissful look of rapture.
Dante let out a choked sound as he felt his brother's hand reaching inside of him. The feeling of the blade had been enough to draw a whimpered groan from him, but this feeling of being entered in a way that he'd never really imagined before this moment... it was different, but not in a bad way, not at ALL, this was most definitely something delightfully different. "N-no need..." He gasped, his head falling back when he felt the long fingered hand gently move across his now erratically beating heart. He could feel his limbs starting to tremble like Vergil had, his toes beginning to CURL with the intensity of the feelings coursing through him.
His own fingers moved in a steady rhythm over Vergil's heart, tracing the faint lines that separated the different chambers, moving up to gently caress the arteries that stemmed from the lifeblood-pumping organ. One long digit curled around the aorta, stroking the artery in such a way that could have been described as sensual, though the half-demon felt as though it was simply another way to become close--to BOND with his brother in a way that they never had.
His breath was coming in shorter, harsher pants now as he leaned his head forward once again, resting his head against his twin's shoulder in an awkward-yet-comfortable-to-him manner. "God...V-vergil... f-feels--" He hissed, unable to finish his sentence coherently. This was just INCREDIBLE, something he hadn't foreseen happening, though it was decidedly better than what he HAD had planned. He let his mouth fall open, leaning in to haphazardly mash their lips together, not caring that it was--honestly-- the most graceless and sloppy kiss that they had ever shared, barring their first kiss, though twelve year olds weren't known for their sexual prowess, generally.
He could feel what Vergil had felt, the pleasure and sweet pain intense enough that any and all thoughts of physical arousal were drained from his mind, his length remaining utterly flaccid throughout the incident.
Vergil moaned into Dante's ear, and then there was the strong, really irresistable need to --to--
to what?
They were touching one another's hearts, the sensations sending violent currents of psychic pleasure through their spirit-selves, the experience really almost too much to bear, too much to endure. Vergil's spine had shock waves racing down it, and there were the deep shudders again, light convulsions almost--something more needed to happen, there was the sense of a hunger, something unsatisfied, even in the midst of utter paradise, there was more to come--
--needed it--
With a soft, almost sobbing cry, Vergil pressed forwards, his fingers taking hold of Dante's heart and moving it in the chest cavity, with the GREATEST of care--one mistake, and he would die, REALLY die--and his fingers would then clench tightly, ending Vergil's life as well--and that would be the way Vergil would DESIRE it to go, then--but carefully--so VERY carefully--seeing how much he could pull it without tearing, and then crushing their opened chests together.
"together. press, them. together. now. carefullycarefullycarefully--"
His voice was a delicate whimper, but crystal clear.
And when the two organs touched, they began to beat as ONE, and Vergil felt himself falling backwards, unconsciousness FINALLY claiming him, as the infernal sacrament of total union came for them both--never to be destroyed.
"Look, we cant even TALK here. Shit--look--ah HELL--come on, let's go outside, at least, probably won't make a difference, if I really DO have a wiretap up my ass, right? But let's try, anyfuckingway. Come on, just out here, at least out of this fucking breakroom." Rude just shook his head, leading his partner out of the building itself.
They headed on down, and finally walked out in the main front courtyard, Rude taking out his smokes and offering Reno one, and then lighting one up himself. "Motherfuck. This is some BAD shit. And I don't know what to DO, Red. I really don't. I'd--" His voice lowered conspiratorially, and he lowered it drastically.
"I'd almost say to just fucking LEAVE, to be honest, Reno. Just the two of us--I--" BALK, BALK.
TELL HIM!!
"I mean, I'm worried about you--you're--my best friend--I CARE, okay?"
God dammit, Reno. . stop being such a pussy. . .open your damn MOUTH! He nodded, but he trembled, just the tiniest bit as the moment seemed almost to FREEZE. SOMETHING had changed, something, and he had no idea what yet, as he pinned Rude's eyes through the dark glasses, wanting to say something, but at the same time afraid to, afraid that if he did he would DESTROY the moment that seemed more fragile than a blown glass butterfly. Not that he would want me, anyway, I'm going to give birth to another man's child. Soiled, tarnished, used goods. Why would he? His lips parted slightly as he continued to just HOLD that eye contact, not wanting this one precious moment to end.
Then, when the muscles in Rude's neck shifted and he was almost sure the bigger man was going to turn away, he took a deep breath that almost became a whimper at the very end of it, and the magic of it seemingly dropped away, leaving him feeling shaken and empty, yearning, but he was not sure just what for. He had no idea that just at that very moment Dante had consummated something that would bind him to Vergil for the rest of his existence, there was no way he COULD know. Then, the moment faded away completely, and that trembling yearning was buried down deep again as he took the first puff off the cigarette Rude had given him.
"I dreamed of it once, you know? Dreamed of being away from ShinRa? But where would I go, anyway? What would I do? I don't know anythin' else but bein' a Turk or sellin' myself. That's all I know how ta do. I dreamed of bein' a pianist, though. When I was a kid. .. it was all I wanted ta do. But that dream died like most dreams of childhood do, so here I am" A soft chuckle sounded. "Here I am, carryin' the baby of a man I know is never gonna love me the way I'd wanna be loved. God, so fucking ironic. ..life just fucking SUCKS."
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong
Burning the night like the dawn...
The sudden skipped-beat of his heart nearly took Dante's breath away, though it was nothing compared to the intensity of the exact moment that he and Vergil's hearts began to beat as one, the sheer passion that thrummed through his veins at that moment in time ACTUALLY stealing the very breath from his lungs, leaving him with a tightly closed throat, though he honestly could have died at that moment and felt like he had fulfilled exactly what he'd NEEDED to.
Slowly, his breath returned to him, though the deprivation left him with a red face and a heaving chest as he rested against Vergil, the throbbing organ still held gently between his white fingers. This...this was simply indescribable, no words could POSSIBLY do justice to what had just transpired.
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they can't command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand
He leaned in once more, pressing a soft kiss to Vergil's forehead before he allowed himself to give in to the darkness, carefully unwinding his hand before he accidentally ripped the tender organ free. "Love you... forever... mine-- YOURS--forever..." He murmured, almost incoherently as the sweet blackness enveloped his senses, rendering him as helpless as a young child.
Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss...
...two hearts have never pounded like this...
"Here I am, carryin' the baby of a man I know is never gonna love me the way I'd wanna be loved. God, so fucking ironic. ..life just fucking SUCKS."
"Reno, you made a mistake there, that guy --he--they--look, fuck, they ain't NEVER gonna change, okay? If Vergil dies today, there's a good chance DANTE will die with him, at his side-- they are different from us--and he was a BAD choice for a drunken LAY, really. He is going to go BACK to his brother, maybe now, maybe eventually. But he WILL."
And it was out, and he was sorry.
And it was too fucking LATE.
"Shit, I didn't mean it like that. Look, partner, I CARE about you, okay? Don't that mean enough? I'll--TAKE you away--TAKE you out of harm's way, Red. I ain't SHITTIN' you, I will, I'll--if you just would let me, get your mind off the studboy, I'll BE there--to help, I mean--Reno?--please?"
A nod, a slight smile, even though that smile had tinges of sadness. I was so sure. ..so sure, but I guess he doesn't feel the way I thought. "I know ya care, Rude, I know, and thanks for that. If I could run I would, but like I said, I don't know how ta do anything else." He shook his head, and began to get his things together to continue the hunt. They still had to find Vergil, they had to stop the madness he had in mind, keep their world from being DESTROYED. "I know he's gonna back to Vergil, not expecting anything of him but ta help raise his baby, that's all I'm gonna ask of him. He or she deserves to know their father, ya know."
He had been so very sure Rude was going to make a move, so sure, but the man had remained steadfastly stubborn about it. It seemed he only wanted to be friends, and Hell Reno could handle that, he just wished it were different. "Always be friends, no matter what, right?" He of course had no idea what was coming, nor how bad it would get. There was a storm coming in that would make him wish he'd run when he'd had the chance, that he had taken Rude up on his offer of protection if he chose to run.
He did take Rude's hand a squeezed gently for a moment before he got his things together and got ready for this mission he'd rather not have to see through.
When Reno squeezed his hand, Rude smiled at him, and a moment later added gently, almost under his breath, "This RULE they got, Red. It--it would mean a person's life--maybe, I dunno, I mean, we SEE what --he--is capable of now. So it wouldn't be worth throwing away your life--or--that wouldn't be--"
YEAH, it just might really BE worth it. "I think leaving was the best way to go, but I ain't gonna try to press you--"
If he had wanted to run off with me, he would have been WILLING to at least think about that--and he pretty much blew it all off, straight away--so fuckit--I was right that I ain't no motherfucking DANTE Sparda--he's gonna stick around for him--and to be WITH him--there ain't no two ways about it--
Goddamn it.
Fucking white haired stud boy, fucking musclebound look-how-tanned-and-beautiful-I-am BASTARD, blue eyed lady-and-boy-killer motherfucker.
At that MOMENT--and never again--Rude HATED Dante, utterly hated him.
Two weeks had passed, and Vergil was still being bound on a regular basis, being let loose only for intermittant periods, and then once again the shackles would go on.
He was getting irritated as SHIT by it.
"LOOK, you don't trust me. I GOT that, brother. HUSBAND, I should say, now. But how long are we going to do this--and why do you seem to be hiding something--I can sense it, Dante, our hearts melded our souls together for all time, there IS no changing it. Is there something you want to TELL me?"
He waited and then finally LOST his patience.
"Damn it, DANTE, I know Reno is pregnant and I know it is yours. I HEARD that fucking call, I have excellent hearing, you really need to remember that, dear heart. So I saw that we needed this--to consummate our love, our eternity--and I pressed you ON when it was so clear you SNAPPED--at first I didn't even realize WHY--and then when I did, I knew it was the right thing. You are my HUSBAND, forever--and no CHILD created changes that. And I want to return to Hell, WITH you. I want to raise the Temen Ni Gru, WITH you. You are my mate now, not just my brother-lover. You HAVE to do these things with me, Dante."
"Gods, would you just shut UP?" Dante was getting annoyed at the bitching from Vergil, though he had grown USED to it long ago. "Look, Yeah, Reno's havin' my kid. It was a one night stand, he...he doesn't MEAN as much to me as you do, but I'm NOT goin' to Hell with you. I just CAN'T..." He looked nearly PANICKED as he said that. he wouldn't tell though...wouldn't tell why his time in Hell had always been so abbreviated after his first time down there. "I'm not stayin' 'causea HIM, or for the brat, but I can't go with YOU...there's...just...I can't...don't try to force me."
His eyes shifted to look out the window, "I love you, Verg, heart and soul, I'm yours, but I ain't gonna let myself be forced into somethin' I don't wanna do." He WANTED to go, Gods did he... but after that time... with that mysterious man... there was just no way in--well-- Hell, that he'd go BACK down there for a long period of time.
"DAHHNTAY! You --you MUST--and--never mind, never mind, you will see. " Dante leaned over him and he was FINALLY let loose for more than just a few minutes--well--he HOPED so--"DO NOT chain me again, it makes me very angry, Dante." Backing towards where Yamato was leaning in the corner, Vergil took it up, and simply sheathed it, seeing Dante watching his every move, keeping a close and rather weary eye on him.
"Dante."
He walked a few steps closer to the door.
"You are mine, heart and soul, NOTHING comes between us now, not anger or hatred or--or WHORING with someone else, you cheater. Don't you DARE imply you will have any connections to Reno because you RUTTED a human child on him! Don't you even imagine you have any ties there, you are MY MATE, MY HUSBAND NOW--just like--we SAID it would be, Dante. Remember? And now it's done--and you WILL follow me, even if I have to use PAINFUL persuasion on you. I warn you, DO NOT PRESS your luck on this!"
With that, he turned and kicked down the door, taking off for the Abyss, KNOWING Dante would follow.
HE HAD TO.
Son of a goddamn bitch.