Payback Time

Vergil and Dante don't belong to me, they belong to Capcom. I know, you know, we all know but I have to write it nevertheless. What else? Ah yes, enjoy the reading.


He didn’t feel the clouds’ tears anymore as they fell on his face. Flap. Flap. Flap. His hair was soaked, the silver bangs hanging before his eyes. Didn’t care. Didn’t matter. Time had ceased its course, and it felt like his heart had stopped too. Silent in his chest. Was he even breathing? He had no knowledge of it. There was him, and only him. Mirror image of his own self, returning the image of his darkest side. None moved, none spoke. Merely stared at each other. Mutual contemplation hidden behind disdainful smirks. Hands rested upon bloody swords as words danced in their minds, unspoken but understood. Who would make the first move? A soft sigh escaped his form, and Dante threw Rebellion to the hard ground. Careless. Come forth, death and let us dance till this world collapses. Vergil’s hand hesitated on Yamato.

''Enough of this. You hear me? Enough of it.'' A mere whisper, had the twin even heard?
''I cannot.'' Came Vergil’s reply, a little shake of the head following the words. No, he couldn’t. Not after coming this far, not with feeling all this power soon to be his.
''Idiot.'' He snarled, softly. Gazing off. ''…So this is what that’s all about, heh? Power? Whatcha gonna do brother? Kill me?''
''…You are the fool out of us two, Dante. This… Power, belongs to us both. We. Sons of Sparda, why won’t you accept it?'' Vergil stepped forth, his breath slow as eyes of ice detailed the younger sibling. ''You… And I. We could rule this world!''
''Rule this world? What world? What will there be left once you’ve destroyed everything, Vergil? Sons of Sparda you say.'' He had a low mocking sneer, watching the other coming closer. ''I have no father.''
''You are… Such a little stubborn creature…'' There it was, the slight hint of danger and poison laced in his voice. The Katana pressed against Dante’s throat. ''…Give it to me.''
''…Beg your pardon..?'' He blinked in surprise, and for a moment was rather destabilized by this sudden order.
''The amulet, Dante. Give me the amulet, or are you still… Thinking of this?'' Vergil smirked, a light of amusement dancing in his irises.
''…You won’t have either you sicko.'' Yes he still thought of ‘this’. Especially now. What could he do about it?

Oh they had been so in love. Running and laughing together, kissing under the starry nights of summer and swearing eternal vows of love to each other. Where were these two boys now? Where was the Vergil he had fallen in love with?

''He’s dead.'' He dully replied, a little casual shrug given as he lightly pushed onto his katana, slicing easily the tender skin of Dante’s neck.
''Stay out of my mind..!!'' He had winced, the ruby blood pearling at the wound, bubbling out of it before it slid silently down his throat.
''Why? I find it rather amusing to invade… Your thoughts. To penetrate your most intimate… Secrets.'' He moved closer, his tongue licking at the red nectar. Mouth whispering against the ear. ''…It excites me.''
''Get the hell away from me..!!'' His hands came to rest against Vergil’s pectorals. Amazing how fast Vergil could turn him on. And he shoved him away, rudely.
''As fiery as ever, my little brother.'' He laughed, and it was so fucking sweet to hear, that Dante felt his knees grew weak. Vergil’s head tilted to the left, as he made a suave move to the side. Teasing. Gracious like a feline. ''Come now, be nice… I promise that it will do you lots of good…''

He stared at him. Observed those features he loved. Fingers itching him to caress this milky skin, lips dying to kiss that pinkish mouth. And he felt trapped in his leather pants, his breath caught in his lungs. His whole body screamed for Vergil’s, and Dante killed a moan of despair before it would cross his lips. Vergil’s silver brows knitted. Something in Dante’s eyes. Something that made him wonder.

''Fine. This is what you want, brother is it? Good. Alright.'' Skilled hands worked at the trench, tossing it away carelessly. ''However…'' He pounced. Right onto the larger male, sending him down to the ground. Knocking Yamato off.

Dante’s mouth violated Vergil’s, hungry with desire as his hands worked at the other’s clothing. Frantic, feverish. The older sibling smirked within the kiss, helping Dante to discard the annoying clothes in their way. Soon enough their bare bodies grinded together, and Vergil broke the kiss to laugh. He had won so easily! Or so he thought… Dante smiled down at him, and everything seemed perfect for a moment until he moved away swiftly, sitting on his heels as he observed Vergil. Faked innocence. He watched, and waited. Patient. Vergil frowned a bit, sitting up at his turn and grabbing his brother’s shoulders to lock a kiss on his lips but the latter avoided it with a swift move of his head, and the next move sure was something Vergil had not expected. Dante’s arm had swung high in the air and his fist connected with Vergil’s face strongly. The first hit stunned Vergil, but the second one stole the air out of his lungs when the fist found his stomach. Dante growled, hitting the older twin again and again with a blind fury. Ruby blood splashed around them, and Dante’s hands gripped Vergil’s hips, lifting his ass up off the ground mere seconds before his erection was thrust within the tight fleshes of his brother. Burying himself to the hilt, he instantly got into a hard rhythm as he moved back and forth inside the other. Vergil gasped for air, his fingernails scratching madly at Dante’s back, furious but the younger twin ignored it and he kept pounding his sibling. Their mouths found one another, and Vergil’s eyes searched his brother’s for a moment.

''…D—Dante..!!'' He arched into him, screaming in pleasure as his hands gripped the other’s shoulders. Firmly holding onto him. ''You… Son of a…''
''I love you too.'' He mumbled under his breath, his mouth devouring the older brother’s neck. ''I’m so sorry, had you expected that I’d be your bitch again, brother? Too bad.''

He didn’t find anything intelligent to reply on the moment as pleasure engulfed his senses, setting his body on fire as it was rode harder and harder by Dante. Rising and falling with him, his hands caressing him all over. It felt good. So very good, although he could barely believe that Dante had found enough courage to do this. Hunter hunted. Petting the silver locks of his brother’s hair, Vergil shivered and gave himself up.

''…Brother.'' His hips were bucking under Dante’s body, following his crazed pace. ''…Dante kiss me…''
''…Vergil.'' He didn’t want to, his idea was to break the other. To make him pay for all these times Vergil had done the same to him. And yet… And yet those eyes the older sibling gave him.

Dante grabbed his brother by the shoulders, sitting up on his heels as he dragged the other in the move, and his mouth found Vergil’s. Their tongues twisting together as Dante moved his brother up and down onto his length. Impaling him onto it until there was no more to give. Their screams rose, tangled together as passion rushed through them, and pushing one last time into his brother’s body, Dante’s erection twitched within this tight and hot cavern as it shot its load of semen inside of Vergil’s body. Shoving him away rudely, Dante laid his weight atop Vergil for a second time, his hand snaking up between Vergil’s thighs to find his unattended length, stroking it hard and fast. Kissing at his throat, Dante moaned softly in his ear, bringing his fingers up at his mouth once the other had poured his essence onto them. Vergil placed his arms around Dante, leaning his forehead to his shoulder. They were silent. Fused together. Words were useless. Their hearts spoke for themselves…