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+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,955
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Flying Cold
Flying Cold
AN: Much dialogue, and cuter, too. NO SEX, but I PROMISE there will be some. I’m working my way to it.
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“Verge?”
“The answer is still no.”
“Huh?”
“To the s-…nevermind.”
“Okay.”
There was a long pause as both men cringed, the massive jet skipping twice before leaving the runway.
“…Verge?”
Met by silence.
“VERGE?”
“What?”
“It’s cold in here. You’re warmed up. Can I just…”
“No. I told you to bring your own coat…why didn’t you?”
“Because I didn’t want someone to steal it.”
“Oh, riiight. You are afraid that someone will rip the filthy, bloody red leather coat from your back, yet you put priceless pearls and a $300 camera in your check-in bag. Smart.”
“VERGE!!! Did ya hafta scream it? And…my coat is NOT filthy.”
Verge ignored him, the following hiss of irritated breath, and every staring person around them. He had better things to do. Like fall asleep while listening to Longfellow on cassette.
Dante pouted miserably, curling his large body in on itself and forming an angry, cold ball of half-breed. There was a soft murmur from the ramrod-stiff man beside him. It was to be recognized as a Sleeping-Vergil murmur, a sure sign of following REM cycle.
Slowly, caution tangible in the back of his throat, Dante lifted the armrest separating them, and leaned on his twin. When he didn’t wake, Dante scooted ever-closer until their sides flushed. Verge WAS warm, and blissfully unaware of the younger, scruffy man making a nest out of one side of his blue coat. The flight to India was twelve-and-a-half hours, and Dante prayed his older brother was as tired as he was Pissy.
~END 4 now.
AN: Much dialogue, and cuter, too. NO SEX, but I PROMISE there will be some. I’m working my way to it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Verge?”
“The answer is still no.”
“Huh?”
“To the s-…nevermind.”
“Okay.”
There was a long pause as both men cringed, the massive jet skipping twice before leaving the runway.
“…Verge?”
Met by silence.
“VERGE?”
“What?”
“It’s cold in here. You’re warmed up. Can I just…”
“No. I told you to bring your own coat…why didn’t you?”
“Because I didn’t want someone to steal it.”
“Oh, riiight. You are afraid that someone will rip the filthy, bloody red leather coat from your back, yet you put priceless pearls and a $300 camera in your check-in bag. Smart.”
“VERGE!!! Did ya hafta scream it? And…my coat is NOT filthy.”
Verge ignored him, the following hiss of irritated breath, and every staring person around them. He had better things to do. Like fall asleep while listening to Longfellow on cassette.
Dante pouted miserably, curling his large body in on itself and forming an angry, cold ball of half-breed. There was a soft murmur from the ramrod-stiff man beside him. It was to be recognized as a Sleeping-Vergil murmur, a sure sign of following REM cycle.
Slowly, caution tangible in the back of his throat, Dante lifted the armrest separating them, and leaned on his twin. When he didn’t wake, Dante scooted ever-closer until their sides flushed. Verge WAS warm, and blissfully unaware of the younger, scruffy man making a nest out of one side of his blue coat. The flight to India was twelve-and-a-half hours, and Dante prayed his older brother was as tired as he was Pissy.
~END 4 now.