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+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,956
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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AN: quick drabble done at 4:30 AM. Enjoy. I do not own DMC. It is Capcom's.
“Please?”
“No way.”
“Preeeeeeeeeeeeetty please?”
“I don’t know you.”
“Aw, c’mon Verge!”
Verge spun around, shooting the grinning man in the fan with a glare so cold it made piebald look like the rainbow. Dante stopped grinning, turning on his irresistible puppy face and setting the luggage down in the terminal. Verge rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
“You know you want to.”
The older twin scoffed loudly, making a little girl turn and tell him that her cat had hairballs too, and that they gave him medicine for it. Dante gazed sympathetically at the child, as Verge explained to her that it wasn’t a cat, it was Satan, and its hairballs are actually eggs that it is planting throughout the house that will eventually hatch and eat her. …The little girl successfully taken care of, Verge picked up the bags again, preparing to head to the gate.
“No, Dante, I do NOT want to have sex in a disgusting, cramped, paper-thin airplane bathroom.”
“Come ON! I just wanna little action! You didn’t even jump me in the shower this morning! You’ve had a stick in your butt ever since we left for the airport. Can’t I just have a LITTLE nip?”
With that, Verge spun around, heading stormily over to a security desk, behind which a butch, sweaty woman loomed. His patent leather boots click-clicked all the way there.
“Excuse me, Ma’am. THAT man over there has three pounds of cocaine hidden in his rectum. I believe it is a threat to the people aboard our flight.”
He pointed a perfectly manicured, well taken care of gloved finger between Dante’s eyes, and stalked off to buy a donut pillow
~END!
R/R, people! Tell me how much you hated it, how much you loved it, or how much it made you laugh at 3 AM. I will slap you with with a dead herring in the middle of the night if you don't.
AN: quick drabble done at 4:30 AM. Enjoy. I do not own DMC. It is Capcom's.
“Please?”
“No way.”
“Preeeeeeeeeeeeetty please?”
“I don’t know you.”
“Aw, c’mon Verge!”
Verge spun around, shooting the grinning man in the fan with a glare so cold it made piebald look like the rainbow. Dante stopped grinning, turning on his irresistible puppy face and setting the luggage down in the terminal. Verge rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
“You know you want to.”
The older twin scoffed loudly, making a little girl turn and tell him that her cat had hairballs too, and that they gave him medicine for it. Dante gazed sympathetically at the child, as Verge explained to her that it wasn’t a cat, it was Satan, and its hairballs are actually eggs that it is planting throughout the house that will eventually hatch and eat her. …The little girl successfully taken care of, Verge picked up the bags again, preparing to head to the gate.
“No, Dante, I do NOT want to have sex in a disgusting, cramped, paper-thin airplane bathroom.”
“Come ON! I just wanna little action! You didn’t even jump me in the shower this morning! You’ve had a stick in your butt ever since we left for the airport. Can’t I just have a LITTLE nip?”
With that, Verge spun around, heading stormily over to a security desk, behind which a butch, sweaty woman loomed. His patent leather boots click-clicked all the way there.
“Excuse me, Ma’am. THAT man over there has three pounds of cocaine hidden in his rectum. I believe it is a threat to the people aboard our flight.”
He pointed a perfectly manicured, well taken care of gloved finger between Dante’s eyes, and stalked off to buy a donut pillow
~END!
R/R, people! Tell me how much you hated it, how much you loved it, or how much it made you laugh at 3 AM. I will slap you with with a dead herring in the middle of the night if you don't.