Quadratics

Disclaimer: I just write fanfics. No ownage here.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: yar. There be a young'un here. Also, if father/son bothers you, please evacuate now! When it comes to DMC, every pairing is fair game to me... >_>;; Oh, and it's my first plotless porn. Don't expect any of my usual extensive introspections.

Enjoy!




‘x equals negative b, plus or minus the square root of b squared minus four a c, all over two a.’

The first time he saw it, the formula had looked nightmarishly difficult. It was only after repeated use and memorization that he had come to an understanding of sorts. Sure, he still didn’t have a clue why all of those variables came out the way they did, but it didn’t really matter, right? The fact was, the equation worked. It helped him solve this problem, and that’s all he cared about.

Thus, Vergil moved onto the next problem in his algebra homework. Of course, this one didn’t factor either – curse these authors for making an entire chapter of this stuff – so he utilized once again the quadratic equation. He let his mind drift, not really thinking about the numbers as he plugged them into the formula and worked the functions.

He thought of his twin - the lively, clownish Dante. From his bedroom upstairs, Vergil could hear his brother speaking to his mother. It was his turn to help with the dishes after dinner, and he was taking that time with their mom to talk of the day’s events. He assumed that his father was reading an ancient play or something in the living room, as he usually did in the evening. He was fond of relics like that. Vergil had attempted to read some of his father’s books before, only to be baffled when he realized that half of them were in completely foreign languages.

He had to keep reminding himself that his father was a millennia-old demon with abilities unknown. He wasn’t even sure if his father truly was a man, or if it was a form he chose to take as a human. There was so much he didn’t know about “The Legendary Dark Knight.” He wanted to know more, but he was a little afraid to ask. He was worried that his father would be angry, or worse – offended. Of course, he had never seen the man in a rage, except when his wife or children had been threatened or ridiculed, but that was another story.

Vergil closed his math book, giving up on the subject for now. He was bored. Very bored.

The young man shuffled out of his desk chair lazily and paced over to the bed, practically dropping down onto its fluffy surface.

Things were so different now. Barely a month ago, he and his twin had shared their fifteenth birthday. Since then, he had been noticing things he hadn’t seen before. It was as if that day had unlocked a part of him – made him more mature, somehow. Always before, he had just known what to do to put together the pieces of his life. However, things didn’t work out like numbers plugged into a formula anymore.

He was frustrated. Stressed. He needed someone to talk to. Some kind of release from his routine.

Release. Vergil gently moved his hand over the front of his jeans. This, too, was something he had discovered over the past month. It calmed him down when he needed rest, and, moreover, it just felt good. He applied a bit of pressure, already partially hard just from thinking about it.

Somewhere in his mind, he began to conjure up images of a beautiful person – not really male or female. Just…beautiful. That person knew him well, and wanted him just as much. The touches were gentle, teaching him just how the act was done. That person would love him and make love to him, simply because he, too, was beautiful.

It was a ridiculous fantasy, and Vergil knew it, but his body seemed to like that one the best. The teen touched the tight bulge lightly, eliciting a shiver from the rest of his body. Youthful impatience caused him to push the zipper of his jeans down, undoing the button as well. He instantly put his hand down the front of the boxers he wore beneath the pants, trembling at the way his cold hand felt on the heated erection. It would warm up soon enough.

Slowly, he reached with his free hand to rub the tips of his fingers along his stomach. The combined contact made Vergil’s back arch a little, and he gave one long stroke to himself in response.

He closed his eyes, allowing his world to darken around him. For now, Vergil would let himself believe in that beautiful person and in the completion that the visions of that person brought him. Sight and sound left him, only leaving him with movement. The touches of his hands over his body became a flurry of motion. He writhed under his own hand violently, wishing for the thousandth time that the caresses were not his own.

Vergil moaned and whimpered softly, letting his hand quickly stroke his complete length over and over. He was close now, unable to last long in his excitable youth. A bright light formed behind his eyes, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Just a little more, a little more, a little –

“Vergil?”

Stop.

Just breathe. Calm down.

Vergil did his best to catch his breath silently, bringing his mind back down to reality as quickly as he could. His body was still on edge, threatening to burst at any moment. The voice…it had been his father’s. He had just knocked on his son’s door, and now he was standing outside of it.

In a sudden flash of thought, Vergil quickly pulled his blanket up and over his body. He rolled to his side and faced the wall, away from the door, both to hide his current state and to continue to calm himself down.

“Yeah, Dad?” he finally managed to force out, his voice shaking slightly.
“I was about to have some dessert, and I wanted to offer you some…but…you don’t sound well. Are you alright, Vergil?” Sparda questioned concernedly.
“Of course. Just feeling a little sick, that’s all. I’ll be fine.”

Vergil hoped that his father would just drop it, but, as cruel fate would have it, Sparda opened the door and walked in. The young teen curled up a little tighter, still painfully aware of the hardness between his legs. He nearly jumped when a heavy weight settled on the side of the bed. A gentle hand laid itself on his shoulder, and then proceeded to rub small circles on his back. Any other time, Vergil would have found this comforting, but now it just excited his already over sensitized body. He shifted a little, thinking for a moment how nice it would be to have that hand elsewhere.

…what? Vergil gave a vicious mental slap, chiding himself for thinking such thoughts. This was his father, for God’s sake! That was sick and wrong…wasn’t it? Still, the teen couldn’t stop himself from shifting pleasurably once more when Sparda’s hand moved to rub his arm kindly.

Gently, his father reached around and put the massaging hand on the young man’s forehead, checking his temperature.

“You’re warm, Vergil. Maybe you caught something at school. Does your stomach hurt?” he asked.
“No, Dad…not really. I’ll be fine, honestly. I just need some sleep, that’s all,” Vergil insisted.

Sparda moved his hand to the side of his son’s face, turning it towards him. Vergil did his best to stay mostly towards the wall, but he knew that he couldn’t avoid his father’s gaze. Finally, he gave in and met the man’s eyes.

For some reason, Vergil was always uncomfortable looking at his father. There was mystery in those ice blue eyes, as if the man knew something he did not. Of course, that was an understatement. There wasn’t much that Sparda didn’t know. It was his talent with perception that worried Vergil. As his father examined his face, the teen could tell that he was trying to figure out whether or not his son was lying to him about how he was feeling. Vergil shifted his legs, willing the stubborn throbbing between them to go away, but to no avail.

Sparda slowly moved the thumb of his hand on Vergil’s face. Even though his son was already fifteen years old, he still seemed so innocent sometimes. The ancient demon was well aware of what his son had just been doing moments before he had entered the room. So, Vergil was finally growing up, was he?

Then it was time he learned a few other things.

The young teen looked up at his father confusedly. A smile graced the man’s features now, and he had moved his hand to thread the digits through his son’s platinum white hair. He seemed so gentle now, and Vergil couldn’t help the parallels he was quickly drawing between his father and that beautiful person of his fantasies.

As soon as the thought entered his mind, though, he regretted it. His body reacted instantly, tensing and heating up once more. He wanted to be touched so badly now, but he was busy using every last scrap of self control he had just to keep a calm face. Despite his best efforts, the struggle was still showing on his features. He closed his eyes for a moment, composing himself and trying to ignore the hand touching his hair.

The hand stopped moving.

Vergil’s eyes shot back open just as a pair of lips made contact with his own. He instantly twisted his body so that he was laying flat on his back and tried to push the figure away. Yet, no matter how he exerted himself, the hand on the side of his head held him steady like a steel clamp. Finally, he went still.

What was going on? This was his father! What they were doing was wrong, wrong, wrong!

Wasn’t it?

But...the lips moving against his were bringing forth feelings he had never known before. He felt like...he was being adored...worshipped. Vergil felt like he was burning up as the heat continued to pool between his legs. He felt light-headed, and it occurred to him that he had been holding his breath. He started to exhale, and his father broke the tender kiss, looking down at his son with a mix of amusement and caring.

“So...how was it?” Sparda questioned.
“...huh?” Vergil responded, blinking a few times in his dazed state.
“That was your first real kiss, wasn’t it? How was it?” the demon elaborated.
“It was...uh...it was...can you...do that again?” Vergil finally finished sheepishly.

Sparda just laughed lightly before he put his head back down to capture his young son’s lips. Vergil was ready for it this time, but the feeling was still electrifying. The man above him was so gentle, and yet so commanding. Tentatively, the young twin put the palm of one shaking hand against his father’s face. The skin was soft and a bit cold, despite the close contact. This was so like his father. Inviting and cold, all at the same time. It excited him. Vergil jerked suddenly as he felt the man’s tongue slide out and caress the line of his closed lips. Sparda was obviously prodding the teen to let him in, and Vergil’s hormone-soaked brain had no troubles with giving into that demand.

The teen moved his hand to clutch the back of the ancient demon’s head, using the other to grasp one muscular shoulder. He pulled Sparda down to him, pressing the form to his as much as he could without bending the body above him painfully. The demon smiled into their kiss for a moment, and then remedied the awkward position by climbing atop his son. He was impressed with his child’s enthusiasm for their activities, as it was more than making up for his inexperience.

Vergil broke the contact first, gasping a little as his father’s considerable weight settled on his legs. He was painfully aware of how obvious his erection was now, even through the cover of the blankets. The thought sent embarrassed flames to his cheeks. Sparda didn’t seem to mind, though, as he moved the blankets away and began slowly massaging the young man’s sides. Vergil gradually relaxed to the touch, letting out a sigh of pleasure. The palms rubbed over his stomach, up to his chest, and caressed his face briefly before making their way back down his body. He shifted anxiously as fingertips brushed over his hips and dipped dangerously low into the front of his open trousers.

Vergil’s eyes were locked on his father’s face, but the demon showed nothing more than enjoyment and composure. Abruptly, the man lifted himself up, removing the rest of the blankets from beneath his body. Then, he crawled up to Vergil’s level, laying down and resting part of his weight on his nervous son. He captured the soft lips again, using one hand to slip up underneath the teen’s t-shirt. The twin moaned into the contact. He tried to get closer to the hand, wanting more of that wonderful touch.

Gently, Sparda rubbed his fingers in small circles on the boy’s stomach, moving down, down, and farther down yet. Vergil didn’t seem to notice, too engrossed in their kissing to care about anything else. The ancient demon finally crossed the remaining distance, firmly grasping the hardened organ he found there.

The teen cried out suddenly, surprised at the touch. He moaned as the hand moved from the base of his length all the way to the tip. The hand explored that sensitive area, learning each and every stroke that could make the teen moan in pleasure. The young man squirmed, needing more; yet, he wanted to make this last, too.

Continuing his ministrations, Sparda reached out his free hand a bit to take his son’s. Vergil looked over to him, his eyes glazed over in pleasure, but questioning. The demon took the soft hand, directing it to touch the considerable bulge at the front of his pants. Vergil’s eyes widened slightly in realization, almost not believing that their activities had honestly had that kind of an impact on his father’s body. He moved his fingers a little, jerking back when his father shifted his hips closer.

“Dad, I...” he started.
“It’s alright, Vergil. You can touch me if you want,” Sparda responded, lazily moving his thumb and forefinger along his son’s shaft for some extra encouragement.

The young man nodded and bit his lip, carefully returning his hand to the swell in his father’s trousers. It was hard to think when he was still getting the light, but steady attention from the demon’s hand, but he eventually brought himself to gently squeeze the area. An embarrassed flush went to his cheeks when he felt how hard it was. He stroked the bulge, hesitant at first, but gained some confidence when he heard the hitch in the man’s breathing. He shivered, loving how the hand on his own erection rubbed him harder whenever he explored more boldly.

Encouraged once more, Vergil unfastened the metal clasps on the front of his father’s velvety trousers. He didn’t waste a single moment as he pushed his hand down into the new area. Sparda made no noise, but his eyes were half-lidded with lust as he intently watched his son’s explorations. He wanted to take him right then and there, but, sadly, the boy just wasn’t ready. For now, he would just have to be content with this.

Vergil nearly squeaked in alarm as he suddenly realized just how...sizeable...his father was.

Then again, they couldn’t call him the “Legendary” Dark Knight for nothing, right?

The teen blushed deeply as that thought entered his mind. Sparda noticed his son’s sudden change of behavior and smiled knowingly. Then, he leaned in to capture the boy’s lips again briefly. Vergil tried to sustain the kiss, but the demon pulled away. His son looked at him, confused.

“You know, Vergil...I can think of something better that you could be doing with that mouth,” his father said, raising an eyebrow and looking down slightly, but saying nothing else.

The young man looked back and forth between his father’s face and the thick shaft his own hand was grasping. If his face could have gotten any redder, it would have, but Vergil forced back his rising emotions and forged on. He moaned in disappointment as he had to pull away from the wonderful hand below his waist, focusing on his new task. Sparda moved to his back, leaving his son to settle between his legs shyly. Vergil shifted uncomfortably, not sure of what to do next.

“Take them off,” Sparda ordered.
“...huh?”
“My pants. And your clothes, for that matter. I want to see you – all of you.”
“O-okay...” Vergil responded, unsure of what else to say.

He did as his father told him to, removing the demon’s trousers and boxers, exposing the hardened organ that had been concealed before. Vergil gulped, even more surprised at the size now that he had gotten a better look at it. He tugged at his own clothes hurriedly, desperate to leave their now too-confining space. Sparda just laid there the whole time, not even making a move to remove the dress shirt he was wearing. He watched his son strip down, adoring the soft, pale skin of his young body. His face was still flushed with needy heat, and Sparda smiled in satisfaction. His gaze drifted down, examining Vergil’s more intimate parts, all seemingly as needy as the rest of him was.

Sparda knew that he was probably cruel for making Vergil suck him off when the teen needed release so badly, but the demon couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel those thin lips wrapped around him. Finally, the beautiful young man turned his gaze back to his father, seeing the man staring at him. Taking this moment of distraction as his chance, Vergil leaned down and instantly took the head of his father’s length into his mouth. The ancient demon drew in a sudden gasp. He was surprised that his son was being this forward, but at the same token, he was delighted that Vergil was learning the way of things so quickly.

He sucked languidly, running his tongue over the head and down to the base. He kissed and teased, playing out in his mind the fantasies of what he had always wanted done to him. He gave his father everything that he thought would feel good. Vergil had to admit, his father seemed to be enjoying himself. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted a little; he drew in quick, shallow breaths, his legs beginning to shift restlessly.

“That’s it...good boy...you’re an expert at this, Vergil...a natural...” Sparda said between breaths.

Vergil smiled quickly, and then continued his attentions, loving the reactions he was getting. He tried to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs that got harder with every passing minute. Sparda’s legs tensed more, and Vergil knew that he had him at his breaking point. He picked up the pace, using his hands to supplement what he couldn’t get at with his mouth. The demon knight threaded his fingers appreciatively through his son’s hair, partly directing his motions.

Sparda began emitting a low growl as he neared his edge. His son kept sucking violently, determined to make his father release. The demon started to feel like he would burst at any moment, and he quickly moved a hand under his son’s head, pulling him up and away. Vergil sat up, confused, but Sparda didn’t answer him as he powerfully tugged on himself a few times.

The dark knight orgasmed brilliantly, his seed shooting onto himself, Vergil, and the bedsheets beneath them. His son watched the whole event with rapt attention, absently putting a hand down to his own erection and stroking it roughly. He was still confused to as why Sparda pulled him away, but getting to watch that was worth it. When the demon came back down to earth, he reached out and stilled his son’s hand on himself. Vergil frowned, his length so hard that it hurt.

“...why?” he asked.
“You’re not ready yet. Here, let me,” Sparda insisted.

He gently lifted his son, maneuvering his body to lay on the bed as the demon himself had been doing moments before. Like Vergil, he wasted no time in giving his attentions to the young man’s body. He touched the hard shaft, hearing his son sigh in pleasure at the contact. However, Sparda’s eyes were trained on something other than the beautiful boy writhing beneath him. He reached out, taking the lotion that Vergil kept at his bedside. He pulled his other hand away for only a moment, putting a generous amount of cream into his palm.

The ministrations momentarily halted, Vergil looked up at his father curiously. He cocked his head to one side as he tried to figure out what he would be doing with the hand lotion at a moment like this. Without warning, Sparda took one coated finger and rubbed at his son’s opening. Vergil jumped at the sudden sensation, his heart skipping a beat as he pieced together what his father was doing. He took a few gasping breaths, not sure if he wanted this or not – but the demon didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. He kept massaging the tight ring, trying to loosen Vergil enough to let a finger pass.

The pressure against his entrance was uncomfortable and he winced. He tried to squirm away from the touch, but his father’s other hand clamped him down to the bed effectively. Intent on what he was doing, Sparda finally managed to get one of his fingers up to the knuckle inside of the lithe body. Vergil cried out, the discomfort quickly turning to pain. He turned accusing eyes at his father.

“Dad...please, that hurts!” he protested.
“Shh...it’ll feel better soon. You just need to relax, Vergil,” he insisted.
“But...”
“Hush. Now calm down. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”

Vergil sighed, but didn’t say anything else. He leaned back again, trying to focus on relaxing his body as much as he could. The digit within him remained still until the teen ceased his movements. Finally, when his son stopped shifting, Sparda continued working the finger deeper inside of Vergil. He saw the pained expression on the teen’s face and quickly tried to find what he was looking for. He curled his finger just a bit and was rewarded with a sudden moan from his son.

Vergil’s entire body jerked as he felt the wave of pleasure wash over him. He didn’t really know what his father had just done, but the pain seemed worth it now. He shifted his hips anxiously, pushing his father to continue. Sparda smiled slightly, slowly adding a second slicked finger. The teen winced at the addition, but seemed to accept it as his father kept rubbing against that blissful area inside of his body. The demon watched intently as his son’s hands continued to clench and twist the bedsheets beneath him.

He came closer to Vergil’s face, staring into half-lidded eyes and a face that was feverish with desire. Sparda kissed the boy’s cheek once, twice, and then a third time on his parted lips, never stopping the thrusting of his fingers. Vergil returned the last kiss in desperation, wordlessly pleading the demon for more. Carefully, the man worked in a third finger, knowing that his son was at his body’s limit. It was a tight fit, but his son seemed too engrossed in his own pleasure to care.

“Dad...please...I want you...” Vergil begged.
“Shh...not yet. Maybe when you’re a little older,” Sparda insisted.

The demon pulled his body back down again, leaning over to lick a few pearly droplets from the head of his son’s erection. Vergil jumped wildly at the sensation, his beautiful frame already tensed as far as possible. The fingers within him thrusted roughly over and over, driving him to his edge. Sparda kissed and teased the teen’s shaft, knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer.

Vergil bucked and moaned, losing what little self-control he had left. The world went bright behind his eyes, and he let out a strangled whimper in response. Sparda held his son steady on the bed as the teen orgasmed, drinking down every droplet of his release.

He pushed his fingers in a few more times before Vergil’s body finally calmed down. Carefully, he removed the digits, cleaning them off with some tissues at his son’s bedside. He used a few more to wipe off both of their bodies, as well as the bedsheets. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do for now.

Meanwhile, Vergil simply laid on the bed, catching his breath. Sparda looked on in content amusement, glad to be the only one to have seen his son like this. It was his moment, and he committed it to memory. He kissed the teen’s lips once chastely, and Vergil just smiled in response.

The boy finally found the strength to push himself up, locating his clothes strewn on the floor nearby. He dressed quickly, seeing his father do the same. As they dressed, Vergil felt his stomach rumble. However, his stomach wasn’t the only thing. Gradually, he became aware of a rhythmic ‘thump, thump, thump’ coming from his brother’s room next to him.

He looked at the wall, and then to his father, who met his gaze with equal curiosity.

“Hm. Seems like the dishes are done. Say...I think it’s about time we had that dessert, isn’t it?” Sparda said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Vergil’s eyes went wide, and then he broke out into a grin.

“Definitely.”

As the pair walked out the door, Vergil turned to glance at his homework once last time.

This was so much better than math.


~End~ 2/21/06

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Well, there you have it. Months of site downtime, and this is the only story I put out. Guess I just busied myself with other things - like video editing. Hmm... wish I could make a Devil May Cry video. Still gotta see about ripping - or capturing - the games. Anywho, I think this turned out pretty good. I'm not sure if I want to make another chapter or not, so I left the option open. As always, reviews and comments are appreciated. Hopefully the members will start trickling back in soon now that things seem to be up and running for the most part. <3 ^_^