Getting what I want

A/N: this is the first time I’ve ever written something like this, so please forgive if it’s not very good. So here goes ^_^ *holds breath*


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They had gone to the nearest bar, Dante had wanted to go there in spite of Vergil’s insistence that he take ‘her’ somewhere better.

Dante had insisted he’d like to see somewhere local as an excuse to go to his usual haunt. Despite the idea of enjoying Vergil’s company from a different perspective, he wanted the familiarity of somewhere he could feel comfortable. Dante wasn’t nervous, but for the first time found himself unsure on how to act. He certainly couldn’t act like himself, apart from not really going with his current image, it would expose him for who he was. He would like to have said he felt bad for deceiving his brother in this way, but he knew this was probably the only chance he would ever get, so selfish desire came above all other considerations.

They walked into the Bullseye bar. The occupants were a rough looking bunch and Vergil still wasn’t happy about bringing Danielle here. Sounds of catcalls and cheering were filtering through from the Love Planet club attached to the bar by a short corridor.

The only other women in the place were the bar staff, two tired looking girls in their early twenties, dressed like this job was second to the main occupation of call girl. In the corner, a burly, dirty looking landlord watched them work-probably their pimp too.

Dante almost walked over to the end barstool he usually occupied when he was here, until he felt Vergil at his arm gently guide him to a small table in the corner. “Take a seat, I’ll get us a drink. What would you like?”

Dante had to think about that one. He couldn’t drink his usual. “A vodka and orange would be fine, thank you.” He breathed out slightly as Vergil went over to the bar. Just asking for a drink had been awkward, this place didn’t cater for women generally, not for the sort he was pretending to be anyway. Trying to think of something he was likely to ask for that this place would actually have was a minor chore.

Dante felt almost uncomfortable under the glare of the blond behind the bar. She quite blatantly had a thing for Vergil and saw ‘Danielle’ as unwanted competition. Dante had always sympathised with the girl as Vergil had never shown interest in her either. Dante had bedded her friend and co-worker a few times, but only as a quick and easy lay to forget his troubles rather than any real interest. But tonight his interest lay elsewhere.

He surreptitiously watched Vergil at the bar, feeling irrationally jealous that the bar girl was currently talking to him, even if it was only about what drinks he wanted. As Vergil came back to the table, Dante feigned interest in the surroundings of the grimy looking building. As Vergil placed Dante’s drink in front of him, Dante smiled at him. “Thanks.”

Vergil smiled back and placed his own drink on the table and sat down opposite. “So, how long have you lived in the area?”

“I’ve only been here a few days. I move around a lot, so I won’t be staying long either. But I really like Trish, she’s been so nice to me I hope we stay in touch.”

Vergil waved his hand almost dismissively. “Yeah, she’s a great girl, but I’d like to know more about you.”

Dante could feel his cheeks redden slightly at Vergil’s blatant disinterest in Trish to focus on him. He wondered if that was a natural reaction of this body or if he would feel the same if he was still him.

They sat discussing inconsequential things for a while, Dante tried to keep his answers as truthful as possible so he didn’t have to lie too much yet different enough to not give the game away . It ended out with him coming across as rather reserved.

Vergil found Danielle’s reservation appealing, it was a refreshing change from the girls that usually wanted to spend time with him, but his increasing attraction and that he’d wanted her from the minute she’d walked through his door didn’t want to allow him to let her stay reserved. Far from it.

The night continued pleasantly despite the less than savoury surroundings until a well built man and some friends walking past stopped opposite Dante and Vergil. “Ere, look at that. For once we don’t have to go next door for some entertainment.”

They walked over towards the twins. Addressing Dante they sneered. “Ditch this loser here and enjoy the company of a real man.” He roughly pulled Dante to his feet and started dancing with him.

Vergil shoved the table back and rose to his feet. The bar regulars shrunk back into the background, rumours of the twins spread fast. “Let her go.” Vergil kept his voice steady and deliberate.

Dante smiled inwardly at his brother being all chivalrous. Had it been Dante as himself in a spot of bother, Vergil would just sit and watch the proceedings with a slight smirk. But this was a dilemma for Dante. As it was, he’d like nothing better than to kick the jerk who’d got hold of him into the middle of next week, but he wasn’t supposed to be a powerful half demon, he was supposed to be a human woman which made things more difficult.

Dante was so lost in his own thoughts as to what to do that he didn’t hear the words exchanged between his brother and the man who currently had an arm locked around his waist. Deciding on a course of action, Dante being who he was, refused to play the helpless woman as he couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to do something, brought his foot down hard on his captors foot. For the first time ever he nearly wished he’d taken the opportunity and learnt to walk in heels.

The man yelped, shoving Dante away from him. “Damn you bitch!”

Vergil caught hold of Dante and gently pushed him behind him to keep Dante out of the way. He then faced up to the guy that was, with his friends in tow, looking to start something.

The three men went for Vergil, who with a swift punch, knocked out one then punched the other to the same effect, turning to see to the last one, Vergil saw the guy that had hold of Dante was laying out cold on the floor with ’Danielle’ looking smug though somewhat shaken holding the remains of the beer bottle that had been in the man’s hand.

Vergil walked up to Dante and put his hand on his arm. “You okay?” He asked gently feeling the slight tremble of Dante’s smaller frame.

Dante, for his part was trying to act as he thought a woman might do after she’d just smashed a bottle over the head of some jerk that’d just harassed her, though the trembling was more to do with the fact Vergil had a hand on him and was looking very near to getting closer. “I..I think so.”

Vergil took Dante’s hand and drew him closer. “Good.” Holding Dante too him he bent his head down and gently kissed him.

Dante looked up at Vergil with a surprised look and felt his cheeks redden, then, once the surprise had worn off, smiled at him. Dante offered a silent thank you to the imp and wondered if it drank beer, so he could buy it one the next time he saw it.

“Shall we leave?”

It took Dante a few seconds to register that Vergil had spoken. He nodded mutely in agreement.

As they walked past the bar Vergil turned to the landlord. “You might want to take out the trash.” He gestured to the unconscious men. Without waiting for a reply he hooked his arm around Dante and they walked out the door into the cool night air.

“I’m sorry for causing you trouble.” Dante said, though knowing that his brother would be far from bothered by it.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t anything really. I was surprised by you though.”

Dante smiled. “Well, he looked like he was going to grab me again, I didn’t really think about it, I just hit him over the head with his bottle as hard as I could.”

Vergil laughed. “Well you done a pretty good job.”

Dante laughed too. “About that other thing you did…”

Vergil stopped walking and pulled Dante round to face him. “What, this?” He kissed him again.

Dante felt almost breathless, he’d been wanting for so long. “That.”

“Let’s go find out shall we.” Vergil said as they walked with renewed haste down the street.

His heart racing in anticipation, Dante quickened his step. Barely getting through the door he felt Vergil grab hold of him as he blindly shut the door behind them. Feeling breathless, he felt Vergil’s lips roughly against his own in a forceful kiss. Dante shut his eyes and opened his mouth willingly to let an exploratory tongue in. He kissed Vergil back his tongue exploring Vergil’s mouth in return, the taste of him, in a kiss fuelled by years of wanting.

Vergil wrapping his arms around Dante pushed him up against the pool table, covering his face and trailing down his neck with hot kisses.

Burying his face in Dante’s neck, he ran a hand up his thigh pushing the hem of Dante’s dress higher up his leg. Cupping his arms around, Vergil lifted up Dante so he could wrap his legs around Vergil’s waist.

Sitting on the pool table with his legs wrapped around Vergil, Dante’s head tipped back slightly as he exhaled a soft moan as Vergil started slowly kissing the top of his chest and gradually moved down to the top of the low neckline. He ran his hand across Dante’s shoulder, moving the strap of the dress making one side to fall loose, allowing Vergil to run his finger along the hem, lowering it further to partially expose a breast. His kisses trailed over to the exposed nipple, taking it into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue causing Dante’s breathing to become heavier, with the occasional sharper intake of breath as Vergil sucked and gently teased with his teeth.

Reaching behind his back, Dante unzipped the dress allowing it to fall loose to his waist. He then reached his hand down to cup Vergil’s face. He guided Vergil’s face back level with his own kissing him and gently sucked and bit his lip while he reached forward and found the buttons to his shirt, he intended on undoing them slowly, but his need for Vergil took hold and he found himself kissing Vergil more intensely as he hurriedly loosened the shirt. Their lips never parted as Vergil removed his shirt whilst Dante undone the buttons of Vergil’s pants. Dante reached down, feeling Vergil’s hardness against his hand. He found it an immense turn on that he could make Vergil feel that way, which with a new feeling of triumph came a new boldness as Dante lowered Vergil’s pants making his member more accessible. Dante could feel his legs involuntarily opening of their own accord hungry to take him in.

Vergil had sensed the up in tempo from Dante. “Patience.” He whispered in his ear. He lifted Dante up, stepping out of the pants that had fallen to the floor and carried him over to the battered sofa in the corner of the room. Before Vergil had a chance to lay him down, Dante shifted his now slighter weight, but it still had the desired effect. Vergil got the hint and lay on the sofa with Dante sitting on him.

Dante slipped the dress off over his head and discarded it carelessly on the floor, glad that he had not bothered with underwear. Now he leant forward pressing his naked body against Vergil’s enjoying the new sensation of his breasts being pressed up against another warm body. It caused a shiver to run down his spine as Vergil ran a hand down his back, slowly caressing the contours of his body. Dante forcing himself to exercise a restraint he didn’t feel started placing slow sensuous kisses on Vergil’s chest, gradually moving down his torso towards his lower abdomen. Dante lifted his head and winked at him then ran his tongue along Vergil’s length, taking him into his mouth.

Feeling the tension in Vergil’s body as he reached down, tangling his fingers in Dante’s hair made Dante feel in a more playful mood. Circling his tongue around Dante also brought his hand up to stroke Vergil, bringing him to the edge, but not allowing him any release.

Returning to gently kissing Vergil to tease him once more, Dante felt a low growl in Vergil’s throat and the hand tangled in his hair tighten it’s grip. Vergil pulled Dante up level with him, kissing him fiercely. Wrapping a strong arm around Dante’s body he pulled him round so he was now trapped beneath Vergil’s body.

The warm of Vergil’s body pressed on him gave Dante a sense of safeness he’d never experienced before. He felt warm and comfortable, which complimented the feelings of need and desire. Vergil’s voice was raw in his ear. “I want you.”

Dante didn’t hesitate in his answer. “Then have me.”

Their lips met as Dante, feeling Vergil shift, tilted his hips slightly. He drew in a breath as Vergil eased himself inside eliciting a soft moan from both. Dante instinctively brought his legs up and wrapped them around Vergil’s waist, drawing him deeper inside, he gasped as Vergil thrust into him.

The room filled with the sounds of soft moans, heavier breathing and the occasional cry of pleasure as the lovers lay entwined with each other.

As the intensity built up, both were filled with an want that needed to be sated. Vergil’s long controlled strokes became faster, Dante held to him so tightly that his nails began to dig in as he tried to pull Vergil further into him until Dante’s back arched as he cried in release. Dante’s climax brought Vergil over the edge, Vergil grabbed Dante drawing him up and plunging his tongue into his mouth to smother a groan as he climaxed too.

Both lay there on the sofa, a soft sheen of sweat covering them. Vergil relaxed gently on top of Dante, then gently kissed him. “So, you found out then?”

Dante laughed gently, then kissing him back smiled. “I sure did.” He nibbled Vergil’s ear and murmured. “In fact, I want to find out again.”

Chuckling, Vergil rose from the sofa then wrapping Dante’s legs around his waist, Vergil picked him up and carried him upstairs to his room.


Dante lay there smiling with Vergil’s arm draped over him as he stared out of the window as it started to get light. He could hear Vergil’s gentle breathing next to him and feel it on the side of his face. He lay there feeling a mix of emotions, but essentially elated at what had been a fantastic if not strange night. He turned his head to the side, kissed Vergil on the end of his nose and fell asleep.

Dante was woken by the sunlight on his face. Vergil was still asleep by his side in the same position he’d been when Dante had first fallen asleep. Yawning and feeling the need to stretch, Dante raised an arm and noticed that his arm looked wrong. He looked down at himself and felt panic rise up. If Vergil woke up now, all hell would break loose. As carefully as he could, Dante moved Vergil’s arm and slid out of bed remembering to take Trish’s dress with him and returned to his own room.

He stood in his room and laughed to himself, feeling a lot more comfortable now he had his own body back. He showered and dressed and sat on his bed with his eyes half shut, thinking about the night before. He felt slightly guilty at leaving Vergil to wake up alone, but he hadn’t had any other option.

He heard Vergil stir and get up. Dante deliberately closed his eyes and ignored all temptations to go and see his brother. As it turned out, he didn’t need to anyway. Vergil stuck his head round Dante’s door. “Morning Dante.”

Dante opened one eye, trying to remain casual, which he was finding pretty difficult as looking at Vergil brought back everything that had happened. “Isn’t it afternoon now?”

“Yeah, it is. That’s what I get for staying awake most of the night. By the way, I missed you last night.”

“I was busy, but I’m sure you found something to do rather than pick on your little brother.” Dante closed his eye again, unable to keep up the pretence any longer.

“I know you were busy. I just wanted to say something to you. But I couldn‘t because of how busy you were” Vergil smirked at Dante glad that Dante couldn’t see the mischievous grin there. “So I’ll say it now.”

“Uh ha.” Dante murmured.

“Next time, come as yourself.”

Dante’s eyes flew open.

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Edit 20th July. Flamer Cerberus. I was going to leave this where it ended, but because of your wonderful persistence I will update this with an extra chapter just for you XD What do you want in it?