New Years Day

NEW YEARS DAY

This is a Dante/Vergil Devil May Cry songfic.

Disclaimers: Characters are the property of Capcom, and are being used and abused without permission.

New Years Day lyrics belong to U2.

Content Warnings: This is a lemon and contains the following: sexual tension, self-satisfaction, twincest (incest between twins), and hardcore yaoi. If any of these things bother you, don’t read on!

Author’s Notes: The fic takes place before Devil May Cry 3; in the game, Dante mentions not having seen Vergil in about a year. Therefore, it can be assumed that this story takes place sometime around then (we’re ignoring the manga for the time being).

The fic plays off of hints given in DMC3: the fact that Dante doggedly pursues Vergil in every endeavor, and how he seems to constantly crave his brother’s attention. Also, the manner in which Vergil seems to count on Dante following him prompted me to write this (slightly OOC?) songfic.

I hope it’s enjoyed, and that it doesn’t cause too much wincing and cringing regarding characterization.

Originally, the idea was for a different songfic (a darker, non-yaoi one) based on Pink Floyd’s The Thin Ice. However, in an attempt to be more seasonal, I changed direction and chose New Years Day instead.

All due respects to U2, as I highly doubt they ever intended their lyrics to be coupled with incestuous, homosexual pornography. ^_^;;

Nitpick Note: Ebony and Ivory are personified as male in this fic; although I personally prefer the two guns to have female characteristics, Dante refers to them as “the boys” in the DreamWave comic.

And lastly: As usual, if you enjoy the fic, please comment / review!

Thanks for reading, and Happy New Years!

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// All is quiet on New Year's Day.

The stillness was driving Dante crazy; even the large snowflakes seemed to be drifting from the heavens in a lazily suspended fashion. He was boiling with impatience, and he didn’t even know why.

The calm was suffocating him; it was maddening.

// A world in white gets underway.

He would go and seek Vergil out, he decided.

He would demand his attention, whore himself out for it… exhibit whatever ridiculous antics would garner his brother’s cognizance.

Dante stomped through the snow with a vengeance, trampling heavy bootprints through the pristine scenery with childish satisfaction.

// I want to be with you, be with you night and day.

He didn’t know where Vergil was, but he could bet that his decorous elder twin was not wallowing in the aftermath of New Years celebrations.

Dante scowled. Vergil’s frequent disappearances never ceased to annoy him. He had no idea where his brother went or what he did when he took his absences.

He had asked, but Vergil never told him.

And he probably never would.

// Nothing changes on New Year's Day.

He was still the same haughty older twin; the one who had to be more mature, the one who had to be better at everything.

Dante repressed a sigh; and he was still the same as well, trailing after his older brother, dancing in his shadow for attention… forever playing the fool just to earn a condescending scowl.

His fingers were stiff from the cold. He jammed his hands into his pockets and shivered. Something was telling him to turn his tread toward the memorial graveyard; perhaps the uncanny stillness would seem more appropriate among the headstones, and a bit less smothering.

Even if Vergil wasn’t there, Dante would still wish Eva a little holiday cheer.

// On New Year's Day.

Yeah, so he was lonely.

He’d spent his New Years Eve with Enzo, the two of them drinking themselves into oblivion with the gals at Love Planet, and he was hung over now.

But three Bloody Marys and a cold shower later, here he was, plodding his way through the snow toward a graveyard in search of his estranged brother.

What a spectacular beginning to a new year.

// I... will be with you again.

The cemetery was deserted.

Not a goddamn soul in sight; they were all sleeping peacefully beneath the ground.

Dante picked his way slowly among the gravestones, coming to a halt before Eva’s; he crouched down and traced her engraved name with a forefinger.

He would have prayed for her, if he had believed in a god; as it turned out, he only believed in Hell, so he kneeled motionless and let the silence speak for him instead.

His thoughts weren’t with the dead though; they still lingered on his brother… the brother he couldn’t seem to hold onto. Somehow, his relationship with his twin felt like a perpetual loss. Even when he was there, Dante clung to him desperately, constantly fearing that one of these times, Vergil would leave and not return.

// I... will be with you again.

He was waiting.

He vaguely wondered why he even bothered; waiting wouldn’t call Vergil to him.

Dante rose stiffly to his feet. He looked around, hopefully peering through the silently falling snow, but he was still alone.

He turned away from Eva’s grave and began heading back down the hill. The thought of his barren, empty office was far from appealing, but he’d remembered to pay the heat bill this month; at least it would be warm there.

Maybe he would call Enzo up, just to bother him; maybe he’d just show up and roll his friend’s fat ass out of bed just for laughs.

How inane. Was he really reduced to this?

// Under a blood-red sky

Work had slowed to a crawl over the past few weeks; somehow he had been under the mistaken impression that the holidays would bring a slew of demonic mishaps.

He ached to get tangled up in something nasty. Rebellion would rust at this rate; and Ebony and Ivory hadn’t had a good workout in months. He needed something to take his mind off… things.

// A crowd has gathered in black and white

It was getting dark and the city was beginning to light up, yellow pinpricks jauntily gleaming through the falling snow. Dante resisted the urge to peer through windows as he passed; it would only deepen his own gloom.

The Bullseye was open and a modest collection of die-hard drunks was gathering on Slum Avenue. A stiff drink might have sounded appealing if his head hadn’t already been pounding from the night before; he passed the bar without a backwards glance. A hot shower seemed more in order than intoxicants.

What he needed wasn’t alcohol… it was an aphrodisiac.

// Arms entwined, the chosen few

There was more purpose in his strides now. Dante wanted that hot shower; he wanted to feel scalding water stream over his body while he relished his own loneliness. He could satisfy himself, and he would.

Never mind the heavily pervading aura that seemed to follow him, that weighed down and settled itself on his shoulders this New Years.

Never mind the laughter and gaiety wafting from behind cheerily-lit windows along the street.

Never mind that he was alone, and would be returning to a dark, empty home.

Never mind Vergil… his missing other half.

// The newspaper says, says

Dante stepped into the office; it wasn’t much warmer than the air outside, and he cranked the thermostat until it stubbornly clicked to a halt at ninety.

He had always been one for overdoing things; for being ostentatious. Vergil was constantly ribbing him for taking things farther than they needed to go, but that was Dante’s style, and it suited him.

// Say it's true, it's true...

He placed Ebony and Ivory lovingly on the desk; he’d give the boys a thorough cleaning later. He hung his coat on the rack beside the bathroom door and peeled his shirt off, dropping it carelessly on the floor.

He noted mildew between the tiles as he leaned behind the faded shower curtain to call up the hot water, but things like that never bothered him; he shrugged indifferently.

Vergil would have called him a lazy slob… or something like that, but more appropriately verbose.

Dante was only meticulous when it came to his weaponry.

// And we can break through

He kicked his boots off and they clunked against the wall. As the room began to fill with steam, he studied his reflection in the cracked, fogging mirror.

He was looking for his brother’s face; searching for Vergil’s icy, silver-blue eyes within his own. As condensation from the running shower water crept across the image and slowly obscured it, he thought perhaps he could see something of his elder twin’s imperiously detached expression in his own features.

// Though torn in two

He was gripping the edge of the sink tightly, only marginally aware that the porcelain was cracking in his clenched hands. Painful longing was surging through his body; his heavy breathing was fogging the mirror further.

Dante stepped back and hastily undid his pants. He slithered out of the tight leather and climbed into the shower, his skin burning and tingling as the torrid water scalded him.

He was so hard it hurt; he closed his eyes and turned his face into the water, mouth slightly agape as he snaked his hands down his own chest, across his stomach.

He could imagine they were someone else’s hands…

// We can be one.

He took his throbbing length between his palms and let out a shuddering breath. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against the mildewed tiles and let the hot water pour through his hair and down his back.

He began to massage, slowly at first, but gathering speed; his feet braced themselves against the edges of the bathtub.

// I... I will begin again

This would be enough.

He could do this.

His stroking was becoming tinged with frenzy. His wet hands slid back and forth, one thumb gently teasing the head of his cock, the other pressed against its base.

His muscles were burning from tension and he let out a throaty groan as lonesome pleasure enveloped him, engulfed him… consumed him.

// I... I will begin again.

His whole body was quivering in the aftermath. He slid to his knees and let the pounding water wash away the evidence of his ecstasy.

It wasn’t enough.

He frowned; the bitter loneliness was already creeping back over him, and he knew he was still unsatiated.

Scowling, he stood back up and violently twisted the faucet nozzle. The water sputtered and gurgled to a stop, but he had turned the handle too far and with too much force; to his further dismay, it snapped off in his hand.

Dante cursed softly under his breath and stepped out of the shower. He would fix it later…

Later meant the next time he came home exhausted, dirty, covered in blood, aching for a hot shower. He would find the broken handle here, and he would probably wind up breaking something else in his frustration.

He pulled his pants back on and padded out of the bathroom barefoot, scrubbing his scalp with his fingertips to shake the water from his hair.

// Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.

Shit, the heat.

He groaned loudly and resisted the urge to rip the radiator from the wall and hurl it through the window.

Something else was wrong though.

His keen senses were finally recovering from his mulish anger and spent rapture. His eyes slid warily over to the desk where Ebony and Ivory lay.

He took a cautious step toward them, and caught a glimpse of… something— before he was knocked backwards and slammed forcefully into the wall.

// Oh, maybe the time is right.

Dante grinned.

Vergil wasn’t wearing his coat or cravat; his vest was partially unzipped, revealing a tantalizing strip of pale, muscular chest. A bead of sweat was sliding down his temple.

“Dante…” began the elder twin, “why the hell did you have the heat up that high?”

Vergil’s fingers were curled around his throat, but Dante laughed. “Forgot to turn it down…”

His brother released him and rolled his eyes in a thoroughly exasperated manner. “I can’t believe you,” he muttered as he finished unzipping his vest. Dante watched hungrily as he shrugged it off and tossed it casually on the couch.

// Oh, maybe tonight.

He thought of asking Vergil where he’d gone.

He thought of asking Vergil where he was planning to go.

He knew that Vergil wouldn’t answer; that he would only smile that agonizingly supercilious smile at his brother’s inquiries.

Dante wanted to see that smile though, so he asked: “Where’ve you been? Had a good New Years, did you?”

But Vergil didn’t smile. He only stared icily into his younger twin’s face, and Dante could feel heat crawl up his cheeks. He averted his gaze, blushing. “Fine then. Same old shit, isn’t it, Verge?” he grumbled. “You never—”

// I will be with you again.

Vergil’s hot mouth was crushing his, and all of Dante’s complaints died in his throat. His brother’s tongue was urgent and insistent, diving into his throat, muscling its way to domination.

After a moment of frantic osculation, Vergil pulled away. “Everything that comes out of your mouth is mindless drivel,” he said. His voice was patronizing, but there was an undertone of affectionate gentleness. “Aren’t you capable of anything other than whining, Dante?”

“Yeah,” mumbled the younger twin. “I’m capable of— this.”

Vergil gasped as his brother ran a deft hand across his stomach and seized his erection through his pants. Dante was walking him backwards across the room, pushing him down on the couch. He straddled his elder twin and kissed him fiercely.

// I will be with you again.

This would be enough.

He could do this.

They were both drenched in sweat; Dante wondered vaguely if his brother had turned the heat back down when he came in. Oddly, he found himself hoping that he hadn’t. The stifling sauna-like air was a nice change, and he found it downright intoxicating.

Vergil was kneading his skin, gripping and massaging muscles taut with fervor. Oh, how he had longed for this…

Dante allowed himself to languish in the euphoria Vergil’s hot mouth and groping hands were spreading over him. He wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck, hugging him close, nearly choking him, desperate not to let him escape again.

// And so we are told this is the golden age

Dante shifted his weight off Vergil’s lap to allow room to undo his brother’s pants. He paused to drink in the sight of his elder twin’s throbbing erection before taking him into his hands, squeezing and caressing; he cherished the needy moans he was eliciting.

Vergil was roughly pushing Dante’s pants off his hips now; he helped his brother tug the tight leather down his thighs. Both twins’ hands were slick with perspiration, and their hair clung damply to their faces.

// And gold is the reason for the wars we wage

All their lives, they had vied for superiority over each other: the stronger twin, the faster twin; the better fencer, Eva’s favorite.

Vergil was composed; Dante was raw. There were advantages to both.

But in the heat of passion, each of them became viscerally carnal.

Vergil grasped his younger twin’s shaft in one hand and slid the other beneath him, between their bodies; he traced a finger around the tender rim of smooth muscle, and Dante shivered and jerked with pleasure. He slipped a finger in, and the younger twin gasped and his spine curved.

They locked lips again, tasting salty sweat and sharing saliva as Vergil explored deeper; Dante cupped both hands over the head of his brother’s sex, forcing his palms down together, causing his twin to moan into his mouth.

// Though I want to be with you

Vergil withdrew his finger and gripped his brother’s hips to lift him slightly. Dante released his brother’s shaft as the elder twin took over, grasping it by the base and guiding the head between his thighs. Dante ran his hands up Vergil’s abdomen and across his smooth chest, glistening with perspiration. He leaned forward and tongued his brother’s neck, letting his teeth gently graze the pale flesh of his twin’s collarbone. He bit him a little harder than he had intended as he felt Vergil’s erection part tender muscle and slide slowly inside him.

Dante panted as Vergil’s firm hand on his hip eased his body downward; he took him in, gasping and moaning in some heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

// Be with you night and day

Vergil’s strong hands on his hips guided the rhythmic movement of his body. Agony and titillation were racing, hand in hand, up and down his spine and he drew back slightly to find his twin staring into his face, his silvery eyes hungry and devouring.

Unable to tear his gaze away, Dante stared back as Vergil increased the vigor of their motion, fervidly thrusting deeper, plunging both of them into a firestorm of passion. Dante’s toes curled and he felt Vergil’s thighs twitch and strain beneath him; he lurched forward and seized his brother’s head with both hands, burying his hands in silky white hair, pressing their cheeks together. He moaned into Vergil’s ear, and heard his twin echo the sound as Vergil dug ten fingertips into the flesh of his hips and sides, arching his back and almost rising fully off the couch as they climaxed together.

// Nothing changes

He wanted it to last forever.

As Dante rested his forehead against the back of the sofa, he listened to Vergil’s ragged breathing and allowed a lethargic peace to wash over him. He knew that his twin would leave again soon… perhaps within hours. Maybe even minutes.

But for now, he savored the moment; savored the crushing heat in the air, savored the hot, still-heaving body beneath his own.

// On New Year's Day

He let his eyelids fall closed. Lazily, he remembered the broken shower… he supposed he would have to fix it today after all.

Maybe he would even scrub away the mildew for Vergil.

// On New Year's Day

His older twin’s hands were resting lightly on his back. Dante could feel his brother’s chest rising and falling tranquilly. Perhaps he’d brought Vergil some peace of mind tonight.

Maybe it was something resembling the calm before the storm of the new year… he didn’t like to think of it that way, but in his heart, that was how it felt. Vergil was constantly falling away from him. Ever since Eva’s death, Dante feared that his brother’s soul was growing clouded, becoming increasingly stained with blood and darkness.

But he would worry about that later. Right now, at this particular moment, maybe he had saved Vergil from something.

Maybe he had saved them both.

Almost fearfully, Dante straightened to peer into his brother’s face.

Vergil’s eyes were closed, but the calm written across his features was enough to lay Dante’s chaotic sentiments to rest. He smiled.

He had saved him; at least, for today.

// On New Year's Day

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