For The Sword

It took only three days for Dante to recover from the massive blood loss he had suffered in that strange underground laboratory, and only five for Nero to return. The boy had explained his side of the story, of how he’d arrived in time to see Dante crumple to the floor, how he’d killed the man controlling the demon with ease, and how the demon itself had just disappeared afterwards. His story had taken less than ten minutes to tell from start to finish, skipping quickly over anything he considered to be unimportant.

Dante frowned, watching the boy intently. He’d spent the whole ten minutes looking at the floor, the wall, the sofa…anywhere but at Dante, with what looked to be a light blush on his cheeks. He’d even stumbled over his words a few times, completely unlike the Nero Dante knew. The younger of the two grew silent; fidgeting slightly as Dante chose not to respond, instead waiting to see how Nero would react to the heavy silence in the room. Dante knew that he would have to look at him eventually, so he just watched and waited.

There! He was right; Nero glanced up quickly before returning his eyes to the floor, red flaring across his cheeks as he tried as hard as he could to hide behind his hair. Dante’s frown deepened; something was very, very odd with this picture. Stepping forward, he reached out to grip Nero’s face with his right hand, pulling it up to force the boy to look at him. Curiosity and mild amusement made him smirk a little as that small blush spread until flooded his whole face, and he looked something akin to a large, ripe tomato as their eyes locked.

He couldn’t look away. Everything inside Nero screamed at him to get the hell out of there before he did, or said, something he would later regret, but those piercing blue eyes held onto his, questioning, and just wouldn’t let go. He could feel that iron grip on his chin, slight pain registering somewhere in the back of his mind, and he knew that it would leave marks. Dante seemed to be pulling closer, examining Nero as one would examine a specimen under a microscope; it was as though he was trying to see something buried deep within the boy’s eyes.

“Dante, Vergil’s awake and…oh” Trish stopped mid sentence at the sight of the two men, Dante leaning over Nero, their faces only inches apart, looking as if he were about to kiss the younger male. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?” She asked, trying desperately to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out across her pretty face.

“Not really.” Dante replied nonchalantly, finally letting go of Nero’s face and turning to face Trish. The boy practically fell backwards, looking completely mortified. He stumbled once, before practically running for the door.

“Hey, kid!” Dante called after him, turning to look as Nero stopped at the door, looking every bit the deer in headlights. “See ya.” He finally finished, smirking widely as he turned away from the stunned boy. Nero blinked for a moment, turned, and bolted through the doorway, catching his arm on the latch on his way out. He didn’t see the slight wave Dante sent his way, or the frown Trish had aimed at the older man.

“What did you do to him?” She finally asked once she was convinced the boy was out of earshot, crossing her arms across her chest and levelling a disapproving stare at Dante.

“Nothing” Dante responded, raising his arms in surrender. “The kid seemed uncomfortable talking to me, I was curious, that’s all.” He crumbled slightly under her disbelieving look, reminding him so much of his mother. “He’s fun to play with, alright?”

“Fun or not, Dante, that’s hardly fair. He’s only a kid, and doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” She finally let her arms drop to her sides, turning to walk back through to the hallway, fully expecting Dante to follow.

“That Kyrie girl?” Dante grimaced; he found her to be whiney, weak and argumentative. To say that he disliked her was an understatement. “I don’t think she’s around any more, the kid never said why. Maybe you should ask next time he’s here if you’re so interested.”

“Maybe it’s none of my business.” Trish retorted. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen the girl in a while. There was a time when the two could not be separated, despite Dante’s annoyance at her joining them for their occasional drinking sessions. It was a shame, Trish thought; she seemed like a nice girl. Definitely better for Nero than Dante would be.

“Oh? What are you smirking about?” Dante asked, drawing even with Trish before taking the lead climbing the stairs up to the guest bedroom where Vergil was sleeping.

“Nothing much. Just thinking how much better she was for him than you are.” She couldn’t keep the hint of laughter from her voice at that, knowing that it would rile Dante up something awful.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He responded, slightly annoyed but also curious; Trish very often saw things he couldn’t, and her female intuition was usually right.

“Like I said, nothing.” She paused, her face becoming more sombre. “That’s if you ever get over Vergil.” She wasn’t joking now, her eyes portraying the seriousness of her words. Dante had come to her a fortnight before he’d found his brother, telling her all the things he couldn’t tell anyone else, about the dreams, the strange things that were happening and, most importantly, about his feelings. It hadn’t been easy, she could see that; Dante wasn’t one who opened up to anyone, ever, and the fact that he’d trusted her enough to tell her this meant more to the blonde than she dared say.

Dante didn’t respond. He didn’t need to, didn’t want to and couldn’t; they’d reached Vergil’s room. The last thing Dante wanted was for his brother to find out that he’d been having incestuous thoughts about his twin. Trish left quietly as Dante opened the door, slipping inside the low-lit room.

He had fully expected to find his twin in bed, barely conscious. He’d have been a little surprised to find him sitting up and talking, or reading a book, anything normal like that. What he hadn’t expected, what rendered the usually loud and obnoxious man completely mute, was the sight of his brother standing in front of the full-length mirror on his wardrobe, completely naked. Not just naked, though, naked and rubbing his slender hands all over his toned, muscular body. Dante had to will the blood back up to his brain and away from his groin where it seemed to be gathering rather nicely.

“Dante.” Vergil finally noticed his brother, standing stock still by the door, knob held in a death grip. He vaguely noted Dante’s eyes roaming over his naked body, but either thought nothing of it or didn’t care as he said nothing.

“Vergil…” Dante forced himself to swallow in an attempt to steady his voice, and his nerves, before continuing. “How you feeling?” His eyes were still roaming over that delicious body, so similar to his own yet so completely different.

“It’s not mine, Dante.” Vergil stepped over to his brother, taking his right hand from the door knob before it crushed it, and holding it between his own. At his twin’s confused look, Vergil elaborated. “This body, it’s not mine.” He began to guide Dante’s hand over his skin, leaning in to grasp the other one hanging limply at his side, pulling it to join the first in its exploration of his body.

“I don’t understand, Verge.” Dante’s voice was quiet, thick with the growing lust that seemed to be coursing through his veins.

“There’s no scars, no marks, nothing!” Vergil looked slightly desperate, pleading. His hands left Dante’s to rest on his twin’s upper arms, but the hands tracing over his skin didn’t stop, didn’t slow. It felt good to be touched like this again. Good and…new; Dante hadn’t touched him like this before, had never looked at him with those lust-filled eyes, panting slightly as his obvious erection pushed against his tight leather trousers.

“Does it matter?” Dante finally asked, his hands stilling momentarily before he wrapped his arms around his brother, pulling him close. “You’re back, Verge, you’re back. And nothing on this earth is going to take you away from me again.” A moment passed, both revelling in being able to touch the other once more.

“Dante…what happened to that arrogant asshole I knew? You’ve gone soft on me, little brother.” Vergil finally broke the silence, pulling away to hold his twin at arms length so he could look him over.

“Look who’s talking! Did you leave the arrogant bastard in hell or something?” Dante retorted, that familiar smirk gracing his features.

Vergil couldn’t help it, laughter spilled out of his mouth like a bucket overflowing. It was a sound Dante hadn’t heard since his childhood; a beautiful, melodious sound that he hadn’t even realised he’d missed hearing. It rang through the quiet room, lighting up the dark corners, clear and pure. Dante just smiled, watching his brother’s face. He really was stunning when he laughed like that.

“It’s good to have you back, Verge. I’ve missed you.” He admitted, pulling his brother close once more. He needed to feel that closeness, but it also acted as a way for him to hide his slight embarrassment at his admission from his brother.

“Hmm, I can see that.” Vergil responded, reaching down to squeeze Dante’s erection. He was still rock-hard, barely contained within the tight confines of his trousers. Vergil let his thumb rub lightly over where he hoped the head would be, and was rewarded by a delicious, needy moan.

“Fucking hell, Verge! Don’t tease me like that.” Dante panted, his hips rocking forward involuntarily. Vergil simply smiled sweetly and dropped to his knees, fumbling slightly as he undid the large belt that held Dante’s trousers up. Once he had that open, he made short work of the button and zipper. He was slightly surprised to find that his twin wore no underwear, raising one elegant eyebrow before pulling Dante’s long, hard cock free.

“Who’s teasing?” Vergil’s voice was low and husky, matching Dante’s. He punctuated his question by taking the weeping head into his mouth and sucking hard. Dante let out a strangled cry from somewhere above his head and had to grab hold of the door knob again to stop his knees from buckling. Vergil released the head with a small ‘pop’, before licking along the entire length of it, lapping slightly at the pre-cum gathering at the tip. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his throat, opening his mouth wide to take in all that was Dante, right down to the hilt.

“F-fuck, Verge! Ah! Fuck!” Dante tried to buck into the warm mouth that was swallowing around his cock, but a pair of strong hands clutched at his hips, holding him firmly in place. That delicious mouth began to move, bobbing up and down, sucking slightly while an incredibly talented tongue set to work moving around the shaft. He barely noticed as one hand moved away from his hip, its destination unknown, cold air hitting his feverishly hot skin.

It felt so good; the heat, suction and movement all combined to give Dante the best blow job of his life, and he’d had quite a few. He knew that he wouldn’t last long if Vergil kept it up, but for the life of him he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, and thought to warn his brother. Looking down, though, he could see Vergil’s mouth around him, eyes closed in concentration and pleasure as he pumped his own hard cock to completion.

The sight of his brother pleasuring himself while sucking him off was all it took. Throwing his head back, Dante came with a shout, not caring if anyone heard them or not. Vergil allowed him to thrust into his hot mouth, Dante’s seed spilling down his throat.

Pulling away and standing, Vergil moved over to kiss his twin, who had slumped backwards against the wall, panting heavily and with a pleasant flush across his cheeks. Dante kissed back, lazily at first, but becoming more forceful as his energy returned. Noticing Vergil’s still-hard cock, Dante felt a little guilty that his brother had yet to reach completion. Turning him to face the other side of the room, Dante pulled Vergil back against his hard chest, kissing his flawless neck. Vergil simply moved his head to one side, giving Dante more access, while reaching around to grip his brother’s firm ass.

Letting out a feral growl, Dante took hold of Vergil’s weeping cock, pumping it vigorously. He relished in the slight whimpers and moans his brother was making, hips snapping forward, desperate for release. Throwing his head back as Dante had done, Vergil’s cry of release turned into a pleasure-filled scream as Dante bit down on the tender, virgin flesh of his neck hard enough to draw blood. Splatters of white covered Dante’s hand and the floor, marking the dark wood with the evidence of their tryst.

Trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, Vergil leaned back into Dante, who wrapped his arms around him. They stood for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before stumbling over to the bed. It took a moment for Dante to pull off his trousers and shirt, tossing them unceremoniously to the floor, but he was soon curled around his brother on a bed they would undoubtedly have to christen.

“Hey, Dante?” Vergil spoke, not sure whether his brother was still awake or not. The only response he got was a tightening of the arms around his waist, but that was enough for him. “I missed you too…” Leaving it at that, Vergil cuddled closer to the brother he had missed so desperately in the underworld. He would have to tell Dante about it at some point, but for now he was home, and safe.

Neither man noticed the third party, watching them from a rooftop across the street. Nero had decided to check to see how Vergil was faring; he hadn’t had chance to ask Trish, which was part of the reason for his visit earlier. He hadn’t expected to find the two men in a rather compromising position, but couldn’t seem to leave. That was happening a lot today, he thought, as he finished himself off and left.

He would have to find out a little bit more about the two men, that was for certain, since it seemed that both were having the same, intoxicating effect on him, and he couldn’t allow that to disrupt his work.