The Day I Lost
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Category:
+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,315
Reviews:
22
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.
Chapter Five: Reunion
Ah! Thank you all for the reviews ^_^ Makes me very happy that you all like it! And this contains Lemon/Yaoi/Etc. Enjoy!
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The Day I Lost
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By: Takuto
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Dante's POV
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Chapter 5:
Reunion
One Year Ago…
[Level 7: Library]
I sit here, in this vast library, right in the center of the whole room. Leaning against one of the shelves with a soft pant, curling one hand into my bare thigh and the other against my own length. Huffing as I continued to stroke myself, cringing each time I did it. It’s been nearly a year since I last did this, or even had the urge to. It’s his entire fault; I know it, that bastard brother of mine. My hips moving keep moving forward to cause more friction between my palm and the hard flesh. I close my eyes tightly, biting into my bottom lip with a moan choked in my throat.
I shouldn’t be doing this, not again, I’m falling for that fucker all over again. He pisses me off to no point but I’m fucking doing it all over again. What is wrong with me? I keep seeing his face, his body, that time. It’s manipulating me, if I keep this up, I may not be able to kill the asshole like last time. I’m supposed to be tearing him to pieces, not jerking off inside some musty old room. Shit…what was that..?
I blink an eye open before the other one widens with it, “You.” I growled lowly, turning my head from the chuckling figure in front of me. A hand slamming down next to my head as the voice continued to laugh at me. “My, my, brother. Aren’t you a sight?” He murmured, lifting his hand up to cup the side of my face, forcing me to look at him. My hand didn’t stop though, it only continued to move faster which caused my knees to buckle slightly, causing him to chuckle again. I hissed, spiting right into his eyes with a low growl. I winced as I watched him wipe the goo from his vision and laugh at me again.
“What the fuck is so funny?” I snapped before my eyes widen even more, my whole body shuttering as I felt his hand wrap around my own. “You, Dante.” He whispered, moving my hand away to replace it with his own. I should fucking just kill him, I should have. I should just put a bullet through his brain but my own was too far gone. I let my head fall back to rest against the books, my hands trailing up to grab his shoulders with a moan. Which only made him chuckle in response, his hand gripping tighter, stroking me.
I whimpered as I felt the pressure of his hand release, my head falling forward to pant at him with glazed, drooped eyes, “Verg..” I moaned softly, looking at that cocky smirk curl over his lips as he began to unbuckle my coat and slacks. Pushing the red material off my shoulders, which I could feel fall around my ankles along with my pants.
“Dante.” He muttered before swiftly turning me over and slamming me against the bookshelf, pressing my face against the wood and books. I have to stop this; I can’t let him do this again. I can’t, I just…oh fuck. I groaned as he slipped a finger inside me, twisting it around before snaking another one inside. Scissoring around for a few moments before withdrawing. I knew what was coming next, I had to stop it. I tried opening my mouth but only soft cat-like mewls came out, making him grunt with a low laugh. He’s taking his clothes off; I can hear the fabric rustling.
My hands curled tightly into a shelf, biting down into my bottom lip to muffle my cries as he pressed himself inside me, all the way. My lip busts open and blood dribbles down my chin as I cringe when he presses into my prostate. “Dante.” He murmured, his mouth is right next to my ear. “Verg..” I hiss as he pulls all the way out to slam back in.
“Fuck.” I growl, the shelf cracking under the pressure of my grip which only made him laugh. “Little brother, forget how this goes?” He snickered, a hand of his traveling up to curl his dull nails into the middle of my chest. His other snaking down to my leaking flesh, grabbing the length, only to keep the hand still, groaning in disappointment before letting out a loud moan as he began his pace. Pummeling me, thrusting inside me, hitting that spot. Repeatedly, over and over and over. I couldn’t help myself, but as I moaned his name, I nearly cried. Nearly crying cause I let him win again, he won. Like usual, just like when we were small. He’d get what he wanted out of me and I would never disobey.
We stayed in this swift position for a while in my mind, it was like forever. The grinding and grunts, moaning and groaning, it seems like it’d never end but then he started moving his hand. “Uh, V-v-erg.” I cringed out, disgusted with myself. This is horrid, I’m failing. I have failed, this is pathetic of me. I thrusted my hips towards the hand with a shudder, the bookshelf breaking as I felt the pressure inside my stomach become unbearable. Releasing all over the texts with a moan, feeling him still pummel me for a few moments before he too came.
He leaned against me as I stay completely still against the shelf, his head between my shoulder blades as I can hear his heart beat and mine in perfect unison. Our breaths are even the same as we pant for air, our bodies slightly coated in sweat. He finally moves after sometime though, a grunt as he pulls out of me and a shudder from my body.
I hear him rustle his clothes back on as I just stand there, I should pick up Ebony and fucking ram her through his fucking skull. But I can’t, I just stand there, my breath even, just like his as I hear him pick up his sword. Making his way over to the door that he had come in through, listening to the knob turn and then a pause.
“I’ll see you later…Dante.” He murmurs before leaving, gone. Just like always, selfish fucking bastard. I growl, slamming my fists against the bookshelf, watching it crumble into dust and pages fly everywhere. My knees wobbling as I grab my trousers, pulling them up to quickly buckle them. Grabbing my coat and Rebellion that had made its way strewn across the floor. I stared at the room before I too made my way the same as he did.
I’ll kill him this time, he won’t fucking get away with any of this shit. I won’t have it, no. This will not stop me this time, I won’t give up. My brother will die, my mirror will break.
“Vergil…”
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End of Chapter
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Dante: 0
Vergil: 100+
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The Day I Lost
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By: Takuto
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Dante's POV
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Chapter 5:
Reunion
One Year Ago…
[Level 7: Library]
I sit here, in this vast library, right in the center of the whole room. Leaning against one of the shelves with a soft pant, curling one hand into my bare thigh and the other against my own length. Huffing as I continued to stroke myself, cringing each time I did it. It’s been nearly a year since I last did this, or even had the urge to. It’s his entire fault; I know it, that bastard brother of mine. My hips moving keep moving forward to cause more friction between my palm and the hard flesh. I close my eyes tightly, biting into my bottom lip with a moan choked in my throat.
I shouldn’t be doing this, not again, I’m falling for that fucker all over again. He pisses me off to no point but I’m fucking doing it all over again. What is wrong with me? I keep seeing his face, his body, that time. It’s manipulating me, if I keep this up, I may not be able to kill the asshole like last time. I’m supposed to be tearing him to pieces, not jerking off inside some musty old room. Shit…what was that..?
I blink an eye open before the other one widens with it, “You.” I growled lowly, turning my head from the chuckling figure in front of me. A hand slamming down next to my head as the voice continued to laugh at me. “My, my, brother. Aren’t you a sight?” He murmured, lifting his hand up to cup the side of my face, forcing me to look at him. My hand didn’t stop though, it only continued to move faster which caused my knees to buckle slightly, causing him to chuckle again. I hissed, spiting right into his eyes with a low growl. I winced as I watched him wipe the goo from his vision and laugh at me again.
“What the fuck is so funny?” I snapped before my eyes widen even more, my whole body shuttering as I felt his hand wrap around my own. “You, Dante.” He whispered, moving my hand away to replace it with his own. I should fucking just kill him, I should have. I should just put a bullet through his brain but my own was too far gone. I let my head fall back to rest against the books, my hands trailing up to grab his shoulders with a moan. Which only made him chuckle in response, his hand gripping tighter, stroking me.
I whimpered as I felt the pressure of his hand release, my head falling forward to pant at him with glazed, drooped eyes, “Verg..” I moaned softly, looking at that cocky smirk curl over his lips as he began to unbuckle my coat and slacks. Pushing the red material off my shoulders, which I could feel fall around my ankles along with my pants.
“Dante.” He muttered before swiftly turning me over and slamming me against the bookshelf, pressing my face against the wood and books. I have to stop this; I can’t let him do this again. I can’t, I just…oh fuck. I groaned as he slipped a finger inside me, twisting it around before snaking another one inside. Scissoring around for a few moments before withdrawing. I knew what was coming next, I had to stop it. I tried opening my mouth but only soft cat-like mewls came out, making him grunt with a low laugh. He’s taking his clothes off; I can hear the fabric rustling.
My hands curled tightly into a shelf, biting down into my bottom lip to muffle my cries as he pressed himself inside me, all the way. My lip busts open and blood dribbles down my chin as I cringe when he presses into my prostate. “Dante.” He murmured, his mouth is right next to my ear. “Verg..” I hiss as he pulls all the way out to slam back in.
“Fuck.” I growl, the shelf cracking under the pressure of my grip which only made him laugh. “Little brother, forget how this goes?” He snickered, a hand of his traveling up to curl his dull nails into the middle of my chest. His other snaking down to my leaking flesh, grabbing the length, only to keep the hand still, groaning in disappointment before letting out a loud moan as he began his pace. Pummeling me, thrusting inside me, hitting that spot. Repeatedly, over and over and over. I couldn’t help myself, but as I moaned his name, I nearly cried. Nearly crying cause I let him win again, he won. Like usual, just like when we were small. He’d get what he wanted out of me and I would never disobey.
We stayed in this swift position for a while in my mind, it was like forever. The grinding and grunts, moaning and groaning, it seems like it’d never end but then he started moving his hand. “Uh, V-v-erg.” I cringed out, disgusted with myself. This is horrid, I’m failing. I have failed, this is pathetic of me. I thrusted my hips towards the hand with a shudder, the bookshelf breaking as I felt the pressure inside my stomach become unbearable. Releasing all over the texts with a moan, feeling him still pummel me for a few moments before he too came.
He leaned against me as I stay completely still against the shelf, his head between my shoulder blades as I can hear his heart beat and mine in perfect unison. Our breaths are even the same as we pant for air, our bodies slightly coated in sweat. He finally moves after sometime though, a grunt as he pulls out of me and a shudder from my body.
I hear him rustle his clothes back on as I just stand there, I should pick up Ebony and fucking ram her through his fucking skull. But I can’t, I just stand there, my breath even, just like his as I hear him pick up his sword. Making his way over to the door that he had come in through, listening to the knob turn and then a pause.
“I’ll see you later…Dante.” He murmurs before leaving, gone. Just like always, selfish fucking bastard. I growl, slamming my fists against the bookshelf, watching it crumble into dust and pages fly everywhere. My knees wobbling as I grab my trousers, pulling them up to quickly buckle them. Grabbing my coat and Rebellion that had made its way strewn across the floor. I stared at the room before I too made my way the same as he did.
I’ll kill him this time, he won’t fucking get away with any of this shit. I won’t have it, no. This will not stop me this time, I won’t give up. My brother will die, my mirror will break.
“Vergil…”
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End of Chapter
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Dante: 0
Vergil: 100+