Retrospection

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Capcom and are being used and abused in naughty ways without permission.

Warnings: Twincestuous smut / lemon, yaoi, oral, anal.

A/N: This is the sequel to Reminiscence, so it's WAFF. It was primarily written as a little break between Domitus and the angsty rescue-Vergil fic that's in progress; after speaking briefly with whacko_dante, I felt I should write a little bit of WAFF amongst all the rape/abuse I've been doing recently. ^^;;

This is back to the usual PWP.

Dante is post DMC1/2 (hence the maturity). Though the bulk of Reminiscence took place in the past, the little epilogue shows Vergil miraculously turning up and wishing Dante a fatigued Merry Christmas; this fic is the continuation of that scene.

And additionally... Dante gets to be tops here. Of all the outrageousness...!

RETROSPECTION

The two pale-haired twins laid together in the snow until dusk painted the shadows in crimson hues. At last the elder roused himself and nudged the other awake; he helped his brother to his feet and they set out across the empty fieldlot together in comfortable silence.

The growing darkness stretched their shadows long over the melting snow. The younger twin gave his brother a playful shove before running ahead, flashing a swift grin over his shoulder. The elder heaved a small sigh, his fine-featured face cracking into an indulgent smile. He ran a hand through his hair to sweep it off his forehead before breaking into a run himself.

A gentle breeze whispered across the landscape, bearing with it the careless laughter of the two brothers.

o-o-o

Vergil’s voice was slightly hoarse, but still rich. Hot tears spilled down Dante’s cheeks and his brother smiled.

It was a wan smile, strained and exhausted. Vergil’s pale skin had acquired a slightly bluish tinge. Dante moved forward with some trepidation, almost fearing that his brother’s image might dissipate upon contact. He stood for a long moment over the still figure on the couch, staring into silver-blue eyes. Hesitantly, he reached out and touched his brother’s cheek with a gloved hand. Vergil gave a small sigh and closed his eyes.

Dante leaned forward and gathered his twin’s inert form into a strong embrace. He breathed in the other’s familiar scent, burying his face in Vergil’s silky hair. Through his tears, he laughed.

Vergil grunted. “Fool,” he murmured, but there was affection in his undertone. “How very human…”

Dante smiled as he kissed his brother’s cold cheek. “Our humanity is what saves us,” he said as Vergil placed a light hand on his back. “That you were able to return… proves that you remain human.”

Vergil’s laughter still held its haughty ring. “And you are ever the idealist,” he said. “A man with guts and honor, hm?”

Dante grinned. “Always.”

Vergil’s steel gaze captured him. He had missed his twin brother over the years, but hadn’t realized how desperately until this moment. He had barely been aware of the gaping void in his soul until Vergil’s appearance filled it. As he sat perched on the edge of the old couch holding his brother, he felt strangely complete.

The reminiscence of their last Christmas together was still vivid in Dante’s mind. Feeling oddly coy, he leaned forward and kissed his twin gently on the mouth. Vergil gave a startled twitch, but he didn’t draw back. Dante slowly slipped his tongue between his brother’s slightly parted lips and met with warm reception.

They shared the gentle kiss, passing years of heartache between their two mouths. Vergil’s acceptance surprised Dante and he was suddenly filled with a heady longing. He found his hands moving of their own accord, gathering Vergil’s silky locks between his fingers, tugging him deeper into the kiss. The elder twin groaned softly against his mouth as Dante allowed his tongue to explore the warm cavity.

Vergil’s hands drifted lazily up Dante’s back, pausing briefly to caress his shoulder blades before coming to a rest at the nape of his neck. Dante broke their kiss to tilt his head and nibble the column of Vergil’s throat. He felt his twin shudder with pleasure as he planted warm lips against the cool skin there. Vergil twisted his head to position his own mouth near Dante’s ear.

“I haven’t forgotten, brother,” he whispered, his hot breath sending passionate chills down the younger twin’s spine.

Still mouthing his brother’s neck, Dante pulled his gloves off and discarded them on the floor. He slid his hands beneath Vergil’s vest, feeling taut muscles shiver at his cool touch. He reached up and drew the zipper down, trailing a finger after it. Slipping both palms past the stiff fabric, he relished the smooth rigid warmth of his brother’s body.

Vergil’s hands crept over his shoulders and across his chest, deftly unbuckling his vest as they trekked downward. Dante could feel his breath coming harder and faster as the elder twin loosened his jacket and pushed both garments off his shoulders.

Not to be outdone, Dante tugged insistently at the collar of Vergil’s coat. With a smug smirk, the older twin shifted his arms to allow the silky fabric to slide off, baring firm biceps that twitched against the sudden cold.

Dante sought Vergil’s lips again as he jerked his brother’s vest off and tossed the offending article aside. The second kiss was hungrier; Dante smiled as his older twin shoved an urgent tongue down his throat.

Despite the dictations of common sense, everything about this felt right to him. Dante hadn’t agonized over the implications of brotherly incest as a teen, and he didn’t now either. Vergil seemed to find it acceptable, and that was enough. It had been enough then; it was enough now.

The elder twin broke the kiss briefly to yank Dante’s shirt over his head before devouring him again, the passion of years consuming them both. Dante fumbled with the buttons of his brother’s pants, his fingers stiff with excitement. Vergil chuckled against his mouth and reached down to help him; together, they slid the smooth fabric down to reveal flawless, milky flesh.

Vergil planted moist kisses along Dante’s jawline as he unbuckled his twin’s belt and slipped the leather from its loops. Dante passed inquisitive, calloused hands up and down his brother’s sides. He brushed his thumbs against hard nipples, then leaned down to lick one before capturing it gently between his teeth. Vergil let out a sensitized groan and shivered.

It was Dante’s turn to gasp when his decorous older brother swiftly unzipped his pants and drew his aching hardness out of his open fly. Surprise caused him to bite the tender flesh near Vergil’s nipple, and a small pant of pain fell on guilty ears. He straightened to apologize but was met with more fierce kisses.

Dante tolerated his brother’s affections for a few moments before pulling away and flashing him a devilish grin. He placed a strong hand against Vergil’s chest and forced him back, prostrating him on the couch. Stroking his twin’s bare thighs, he got to his knees on the floor and took Vergil into his mouth.

The older twin moaned languidly as Dante forced his throat open and swallowed as much of his length as he could take. He pumped out a slow rhythm, both hands sliding over Vergil’s saliva-slicked base as his mouth worked over the shaft. His throat burned and the pressure brought stinging tears to his eyes; his own erection throbbed and ached as he watched Vergil’s face contort in ecstasy.

The older twin reached down and seized Dante’s hair, holding his head still as he thrust once deep into his younger brother’s throat. Dante struggled to keep his burning eyes focused on Vergil’s face as he came, his thighs tensing, knees squeezing the younger twin’s bare shoulders.

Vergil shuddered and let out a hoarse sigh as his twin swallowed around him and licked him clean. Dante raised himself up off the floor and kicked off his boots before crawling onto the couch. Grinning, he straddled his twin and shamelessly admired the curves and planes of his body. Vergil reached forward and closed both hands around Dante’s shaft, slicking pre-cum over the head with his thumb. The younger twin moaned and let his head fall back, staring half-mindedly at the ceiling while Vergil stroked him.

The pressure in his loins was threatening to burst and flood; Dante shifted back and lifted Vergil’s legs, guiding them apart. An amused smirk played over the elder twin’s haggard yet handsome features as he watched Dante suck two fingers to wet them before lowering them to his entrance. He gave a slight grimace as the younger brother gently pushed inside him, wriggling a bit to stretch and lubricate. As he moved his fingers slowly in and out, Dante rubbed his other hand over Vergil’s half-hard cock, teasing it back up to full erection.

When the older twin bucked gently and began clenching around his fingers, Dante swiftly removed them and replaced them with the head of his own slick sex. Still pumping Vergil with his other hand, he leaned forward to kiss his brother as he pressed his aching shaft past the tender orifice and inside.

Both twins moaned as Dante entered, his initial movements slow and deliberate. Their tongues played out one battle as their hips ground in tandem, hands groping over taut, sweat-slicked flesh.

Heated desire was overtaking Dante, and he began to thrust more fervidly, feeling Vergil respond and buck beneath him. He buried his face in his older twin’s neck and gripped his hips firmly, carrying them both over the edge together.

Dante cried out as he came, his voice muffled against Vergil’s throat; he felt his twin jerk and groan as well, both of them spilling passion over the boundaries of their consciousness.

Panting, Dante collapsed against Vergil’s heaving chest. He could feel the warm stickiness of his twin’s release smeared between their bodies. Smiling, he reached up to touch Vergil’s face.

“So… you gonna stay here?” he asked his twin.

“No…” Vergil murmured, his eyes closed.

“Yeah, you are. You’ve got nowhere else to go.” Dante laid his head against Vergil’s chest and listened to the calm beating of his heart. He smiled lazily as he remembered doing this very same thing so many years ago.

“I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll stay.”

“…Maybe.”

Dante lifted his head again and Vergil half-opened his eyes to meet his twin’s silvery gaze.

“I’m glad you’re back, Vergil.”

Vergil smiled.

o-o-o

The two identical teenage boys stood noncommittally on the large front lawn of the farmhouse. They exchanged a tentative glance, and then one twin reached out to land a good-natured punch to the other’s shoulder. They both grinned, sharing a brotherly moment on this oddly warm December evening.

Ruffling his pale hair, the slightly taller brother tilted his head back to gaze up at the wash of colors strewn across the sky. The other twin raised a skeptical pale eyebrow before following suit.

Together, they stood in silence as they watched the sun melt into the fiery horizon. Neither moved or spoke as the scarlet dusk faded into darkness.

When the last sliver of sun had dipped below the treeline, the two boys shared a look; the younger shook his head, grinning. Looking slightly peeved, the older gave his twin a light shove, then turned and raced toward the house.

Smiling, the younger chased after him through the deepening gloom.

~ FIN ~