Under the Mistletoe

Disclaimer: don’t own devil may cry. Never have never will. Don’t sue me.
Warning: m/m incestuous sex on x-mas eve. If this urks you don’t read it. You have been warned.


Under the Mistletoe

Vergil was certainly enjoying this alone time with his brother. Yeah, the heater was broken. This left the boys in their red and blue sweatshirts and matching black sweatpants and under a thick blanket they dragged from their room to huddle up under while watching, yet another corny Christmas special. Yet, the twins were still cold; unbelievably cold.
Dante took another sip of his rum-laced eggnog then set the glass down and leaned into his the elder twin for more warmth. Vergil gave a flash of a soft smile then set his glass of eggnog next to Dante’s and wrapped his arms around him.
The younger brother smirked inwardly, now was his chance to finally get his lover under the mistletoe. He waited weeks to do this but his timing was always off.
He had originally hung it on the door jam to their room weeks ago as part of his plan, but sadly; he never seemed to be under it at the same time as Vergil. Ah, but now he had him this time. He had stashed a new sprig of the green plant in between the sofa cushions beside him while Vergil was in the bathroom. He could catch him off guard.
But before Dante could reach down to grab it under the blanket; Vergil shot him a harsh look, “what are you planning now, Dante?” he asked sternly.
Dante rested his hand on the red leather cushion near where he hid the mistletoe. “What do you mean?” he replied innocently.
“I know you too well, little brother. You are up to something. I can feel it.”
“I am not!” Dante huffed, looking away.
Vergil sighed and looked back at the TV without a word. He wasn’t going to argue and ruin a perfect Christmas Eve.
Dante waited a few minutes until he was sure Vergil was paying no attention then reached in-between the sofa cushions and pulled it out. He leaned in close to the elder twin and kissed him on the cheek while snaking his hand with the mistletoe around behind Vergil and over their heads.
“Dante, please can we do this later?” the older half asked with an exasperated sigh.
“Can’t.”
“Why not?”
Dante looked up at the dangling stem of plant he held above them. “Because, we are under mistletoe; you have to kiss me, babe.”
Vergil rolled his eyes then looked at his younger half whom was giving him a sly grin. He indeed had planned this. He had every desire of getting up and leaving the young twin to his pouting. But it was Christmas. He could not do that to Dante, and leave him with hurt feelings.
The older twin leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss at first. But Dante quickly deepened the kiss, tilting his head and opening his mouth. Vergil sucked in a sharp breath in surprise at first then returned the favor by slipping his tongue into his younger lover’s mouth.
Dante sucked passionately on the intruding tongue. He Threw down the mistletoe and wrapping his other arm around the more dominant twin; pulling him closer and deepened the kiss as much as he could.
After several pregnant minutes of wandering hands, small moans and heavy breathing during the kiss, Vergil leaned forward, pushing Dante down onto the couch. The younger twin let out a small moan and slipped his hands under the older lover’s shirt and began to dig his dull nails into his sides.
The elder twin managed to let go of Dante and pull his sweater off over his head. He then stared down at Dante, breathing raggedly. Now he wanted this, he knew he did. Vergil could feel his blood begin to warm and the hardness beginning to grow in his pants. He leaned down and peeled the red sweater off his younger lover then moved back down and kissed him deeply, grabbing handfuls of the younger's hair.
Dante was shocked. Who knew his older brother could be so passionate. It could have been the eggnog, but at that point he didn’t care. He was getting what he wanted. He snaked his hands down and pulled at the waistband of Vergil’s sweatpants.
The older twin knew what Dante wanted; but he wasn’t going to give it to him yet. He wanted to have more fun. He wanted to watch his younger brother writhe and moan in need for him.
Vergil pulled Dante’s pants off first then nipped gently down his body. He stopped at his little brother’s navel and licked it then dipped his tongue in it a few times.
This caused the submissive lover to moan low in need. “Please Ver, stop playin’.”
Vergil didn’t answer. He just moved down and nipped the inside of Dante’s thighs, causing him to shudder in pleasure. The older twin grinned then lightly licked the protruding veins on the younger’s dick.
“Oh god…” Dante gasped and ran his fingers through Vergil’s hair.
The older lover licked a few times at the head of Dante’s dick. He then took his penis halfway into his mouth and sucked on it lightly, his head bobbing up in down slightly, with the light, teasing suction.
The younger twin closed his eyes and let out a small moan, bucking his hips in attempt to push more of his cock into Vergil’s mouth. He quickly grabbed Dante’s hips preventing the impatient twin from fucking his mouth and sucked gently at the sensitive flesh for a while longer.
When the elder lover was done teasing he slowly kissed his way back up while slipping two fingers into his twin’s willing ass. Vergil kissed his younger lover deeply while moving and scissoring his fingers, stretching Dante’s entrance.
After a few minutes preparing his twin Vergil moved of his brother and slipped out of his sweats slowly, giving the younger a show. When done, the elder moved back over Dante and lifted his hips off the couch and kissed his collarbone, “are you ready, little brother?” he asked, pressing the head of his swollen erection to the younger twins prepared entrance.
The submissive twin just swallowed and nodded, his eyes dilated with lust. Vergil smirked and slowly pushed into him with a low moan.
They remained still for a few moments, calming themselves, not wanting to release too soon. The older twin leaned down and gave Dante a long kiss then began slowly thrusting into his moaning little brother.
Dante wrapped his legs high around Vergil’s waist, and began pumping himself slowly, in time with his dominant twin’s thrusts. The elder twin slowly increased his thrusts, kissing up the younger’s neck to his ear and nibbled on it lightly, emitting a moan from the smaller twin.
The submissive brother arched his back and raked his dull nails roughly down the elder brother’s back, moaning loudly.
Both twins’ movements were becoming faster and more erratic the closer they came to their climax. Dante let out a loud cry of pleasure, pumping himself as hard as he could. He could feel pressure grow in his loins, threatening to push him over the edge. Vergil felt this too within himself and let out a low groan of pleasure. Within moments, both were sent spiraling into their orgasms, moaning and crying each other’s praises.
Both brothers lay in each others arms, attempting to catch their breath for a long time.
“Dante?” Vergil finally breathed out.
The younger of the two gave a small grunt in response. “Next time skip the mistletoe.” The older lover suggested tiredly. Dante just smiled and kissed Vergil.
“Okay.”