A Brother's Love

After a little misunderstandings been cleared I'm back to repost my old stories ^^ I have lost some things mind you... so I may take longer to update older fics! Please dont hate me XD XD XD This ones a OneShot though


Disclaimer: Dont own! And all the non yaoi people would be thankful on that one! ^_^ hehe

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“Looking good BABY” Dante winked, eyeing his reflection as he posed ‘stylishly’ in front of the old rustic mirror in his bedroom. Well it wasn’t just ‘his’ bedroom per say. It was ‘their’ bedroom, his, and his brothers. Dante never understood why his parents, or his mother nowadays since daddy wasn’t there anymore, never opted to get a bigger house or something. Dante, and Vergil, may have been born twins, but they both were vastly different.

Dante was loud and boisterous, always cracking smart comments, and making a genuine fool of himself at any given opportunity that came knocking his way. With his natural gift of the gab, and non shy nature, he was always the life of any party, and a downright shameless flirt. Vergil, on the other hand, was a smooth talking and sophisticated gentleman. Donned in his long flowing garb, and slicked back hair, he was the kind of man that left any girls mouth wide open and in dire need of a bucket underneath. That said; both of the brothers were unrivalled in sheer beauty and physic. Though they both still carried their own distinct reputations, as mentioned above.
All that aside, they both constantly managed to get into some sort of argument, that turned bloody now and again. Seeing as their demon bodies could withstand more then a brutal beating; they frequently sparred with a ‘no holding back tempo, leaving one of them – usually Dante – bathed in his own blood, with a few already healing holes through said body. Thus also leaving a not too happy mumsie to clean up the putrid mess before the smell went off.

“Cut it out Dante” Came Vergils smooth and silky voice, though it sounded slightly agitated at having to accompany his brother to this year’s dance event. Last year, Dante had went with his date for the day, but after some … unpleasantness, their mother firmly stated that Dante was to go with a person who’d keep him under firm and thorough supervision. And come hell or high water, Vergil knew no puny human was going to keep that man in check, except maybe their mother… but even Dante held some class as to not be caught dead hanging out with his mother in a purely socially crucial event.
“Lighten up Vergil, we’re going to a par-tay, not some boardroom meeting, though with the way you dress…” Dante chimed back, checking out his brother from head to toe. He himself was wearing a tight blood red velvet vest, that nicely defined his well shaped torso, along with some form fitting black pants that were surely PVC – or something close to it.
Decorating his arms were a stylish set of fish netted gloves, that slithered their way from his wrists to just before his armpits, and on his feet, some ass-kicking biker style boots that came free with a whole assortment of unnecessary belts, buckles and what not.
On the other hand, Vergil was dressed in a smart but sexy dress shirt that hung loosely off his well shaped waist, just hanging over his dark blue pants, and also with a few button left open at the top – just for that added kick. Over that he wore a hand-made designer style trench coat, lavishly decorated with an intricate gold pattern along the hem lines, and some classy Italian shoes. Giving him an overall wealthy gentlemen look, topped off with his hair carefully layered back, unlike Dante’s unruly mop.

“We’re only staying there until 1am Dante, and don’t go getting yourself drunk to a stupor, I’m not carrying you home” Vergil retorted icily, much like his choice of colours.
“You’re just no fun you know that?” Dante quipped, poking out his tongue in a manor befitting a 4 year old and not a 19 year old graduate. “Just Mr. Prim and proper aren’t you? At least I’m not gonna grow up being a sad sack of doom and gloom.” He added, flicking back his hair and grinning smugly at his slightly fuming brother.
“Whatever” Vergil muttered, holding up his hands in mock defeat, if they didn’t get their act together they’d both just arrive late, and thus Vergil himself would look like a spectacle too.

“Alright then” Dante grinned, “Let’s rock BABY!!!”

And with that he galloped out of the fancy bedroom, slid down the banister, all the way to the ground floor. Landing with a thud near the front entrance to the modestly sized but grandly decorated house, he turned his face to view his brother, gentle features graced with a scowl, walking elegantly down the stairs.

“We’re taking my bike aren’t we bro? I mean, you’re not even gonna think about making me come in that over pampered porche of yours are you?” Dante asked, eyes narrowed to his brothers lips, awaiting the words.

“We are Dante now hurry up!”

“What! Yooou’re not the boss of me, who said?” Dante groaned, imaging the looks on the faces of the others students as he… selt proclaimed stud of the century, came glittering up in some lame looking vehicle that screamed ‘daddies’. When he could so easily be chilling on his supered up motorbike.

“Mum said so, now hurry up before we’re late…and, oh yeah” Vergil replied, snatching his keys just before his brother yanked them off the key rack nearby. “I get to drive”.

“This stinks, just don’t go messing up my show when we get there” Dante growled, as Vergil opened the doors to allow himself and his brother into the vehicle.

Most of the trip went in silence, as Vergil carefully drove towards their location. Dante shuffled awkwardly against the cushioned seats, at least they felt nice. He wondered what it would be like playing on some sweet cushions like these. Those backseats looked mighty inviting for a hormone driven teen such as himself. But he knew his uptight brother would never allow him to invite so much as another soul into the car. He himself was barely acknowledged as ‘good enough’ to ride about in here.

Dante’s mind continued its dirty streak and he wondered if Vergil had ever gotten into any sort of mischief in those seats. He had never personally seen Vergil hanging out with any ladies, maybe with the odd male friends of his, but even then Vergil had a very select group. And none of them even saw Vergil outside of school hours to his knowledge. Though he knew for at least some sort of fact that his brother was no virgin. The rumours the circulated around the school even gave Dante some interesting tortures in his nether region, despite the fact that 1: He was sooo not gay, and 2: He was not ever going to be as such, with his own damn brother, no way, na-uh.

“Snap out of it” Vergil cursed at his day dreaming sibling, thankfully not noticing the very faint hardness his brother had developed in his own mental world.
“We’re here”.

“’Bout time too” Dante yawned, putting his thoughts back where they belonged, outta mind.

Vergil drew a long pale finger, pressed the button, and the doors unlocked with a faint click. He pushed lightly at the door and stepped out, giving a quick glance over himself, and smoothing out the crinkles, before heading to the other side. When Dante was a pain, he made sure, he was a pain. He stayed in his seat, smirking as Vergil rolled his eyes and opened the door.
“After you m’lady” He said rather loudly, as two giggling girls passed by. Dante’s jaw dropped as he shot his own icy glare at his brother.
“Oh you’re so gonna pay for that!” He prodded, tapping Vergil’s chest as the both strode up to the entrance.


Within the span of an hour, Dante was already slightly drunk, shirtless, and dancing to the upbeat club like tempo with the nearest person(s) he saw. Vergil however, just stood in the shadows and watched. Try as he might, he couldn’t deny the alluring appeal of his shameless twin. He had a great body, like himself, and he knew how to work it. The dim lighting just glistened over Dante’s skin, and his hair washed away into the silver disco ball above.
Vergil didn’t care if it seemed wrong, but he had found his brother attractive for quite some time now. At first he figured it was just hormones playing up. Then he blamed it on ‘just being curious’, but even after his short lived secret boyfriends, he knew that no one else could do what Dante always seemed to do to him. And Vergil hadn’t even worked his way into the others pants just yet.

Vergil found himself grinning at the prospects. And his mind drew what he felt was a most grand idea. Sure, he figured Dante wasn’t planning on playing ‘gay’, not with his womanising, but, what if Dante wasn’t, quite himself? He was already slightly tipsy, and he had been off his face multiple times in the past. In that sort of state, who was he to say no? Not if Vergil managed to play his cards right. And once he had Dante in his back pocket, he was positive that his brother would welcome the new progress of their relationship with open arms. After all, he knew he could offer far more then any dainty dame could. All he needed was a chance to prove it, without Dante shrugging it off as his bro is trying to make an idiot out of him.

He eyed his still dancing brother one more time and then whisked outside the front door. It had started to pour, the rain coming down in great splashes. And this only added to the ploy he had already began to plan. He pulled his aquamarine mobile out from an inner jacket, and dialled home.

One. Two. Three rings later.

“Hello?” Came the sweet natured voice of his mother.

“Hey mum, it’s me, Vergil” He replied, adding a slightly distressed voice for effect.

“What’s the matter sweety?” Her voice replied, making Vergil shudder at the pet name.

“Well it’s raining pretty hard, and my wipers won’t work, I don’t know how we’ll make it home” He continued. “But Dante and I should be able to make it to the nearby motel for the night”.

“Just be careful, and take care of your brother then?” She added, knowing her dear son could be quite the handful, and not to be trusted with some poor english speaking cabbie.

“I will mother, don’t worry” He continued, straining himself to keep his cool and concerned demeanour over the phone.

“Okay then, I love you boys” She smiled, happy yo have left Dante in quite ‘capable’ hands. “Come home as soon as you can tomorrow then? I’m making soup”.

“Sure thing, goodbye” Vergil quickly lashed out, before hanging up in case his mother found some more useless babble to discuss.

“Perfect”. He smiled, a perfect set of pearl teeth glistening from the entrance under croft. “Now it’s time for the main event…


As Vergil re-entered his somewhat romantic thoughts were shattered to find a barely conscious Dante sitting near a table sculling down drinks, all the while with some skimpy broad on his lap.

“Get off him” He hissed angrily, giving the girl a good jump as she leaped off and ran back into the crowd. Vergil just had that kind of effect on people, they knew when he was playing the cool kid, and when he was in the ‘stay away before I kill you’ mode. His evil glare and tone of voice easily proved the latter in this case. Vergil promptly sat on the other side of the couch.

“Whatcha go’n do that foor?” Dante slurred, amazing his brother with how he could get so damn drunk, in a teen party, in such a short amount of time. “We waz just hangin’!” He exclaimed, lurching fast first into his brother’s lap. Vergil welcomed such an act, given that no puke accompanied, and with part 2 of his scheme already carried out for him, he just needed to pull of the final curtain.

“It’s getting pretty bad out there, we’d better get going”. Vergil cooed, leaning over to whisper it in his brother’s ear. Dante on the other hand, was to far gone to give it much notice.

“But you’s said mum was gonna let us shtay out till 1am?” came the drunken reply.

“Yeah but the cars wipers are broken, so if we don’t get going now, we won’t be able to make the motel let alone home” He purred, nuzzling Dante’s cheek possessively.

“If you says so bro, yer always right about shit like that” Dante mumbled, feeling a slight throb in his head. Man, he had to read the labels on the bottles he drank from now on. His eyes fluttered somewhat, and he managed to pull himself up just enough so that he could rest in the comfy nook between his brothers neck and shoulders. That shirt sure felt good against his slightly flushed face now. It felt even better pressed against his bare skin.

“Come on now, easy does it” Vergil lured as seductively as he could over the pumping music. He eased his way out of Dante’s pleasant embrace and off the couch. Making sure he had a good hold of his brother as he lifted him off the couch, and in an easy to manage position, allowing him to snake his arms around the well toned waist.

“Woo WooooOoOooOooo!” Dante blurted out, sounding like a very off key ambulance that should probably be in the scrap yard. Vergil simply ignored the glances of the other people around, and continued to usher his precious cargo to the front door.

They made slow progress but soon enough reached the doors. As Vergil tried to open them carefully with one hand, Dante jerked out of his grasp, booting the doors wide open as his face, and body, collided with the shoe watered cement before him.

“Dante!” He groaned, quickly pulling his half naked brother off the icy ground and back into his warm hug. “For the love of...” He trailed, knowing that he couldn’t go about losing his temper. “Just be careful”.

“Yer the boss!” Dante cackled, gripping tightly too his brother, while unknowingly to himself, having one hand resting firmly on his brothers behind. Vergil’s mind gave a leap, and he bit back the groan he desperately wanted to let out.
“You have no idea how right you are…” He replied silently, his body already straining as his mind was beginning to tell of the events he was finally about to act out.

Dante seemed to doze as his brother turned the perfectly working car into the parking of a cheap motel. Vergil quietly stepping out into the rain, takingout his ‘special occasions’ bag from the trunk. Always keeping it there so that prying fingers wouldn’t find out, he thought lightly at his naive brother. Who despite all their bickering and bloodshed, he vowed to both love and control.
Sliding to the passenger door now, he carefully lifted Dante, carrying him bridal style to the motels reception. As the doors clunkered automatically open.

“I need a room for me and my brother” Vergil uttered coolly, the woman glancing at the two with an odd quirk of her eyebrow.
“That’ll be 50” She croaked, popping a gooey bubble in an attempt to look appealing to Vergil and his now deep asleep brother. But other then Vergil having no clear intrest in some trashy looking female, and with his brother out cold, he just took the keys that she laid on the desk, slapped down the cash, and left.

“We’re almost there” Vergil laughed, thrilled at the smooth running of tonight’s events. “Baby...” He continued with a sneer, ogling the angel that slept in his arms oblivious to its fate.

“6 B” He said softly, looking at the faded door numbers nearby to get his bearings. After a short walk and a staircase later, Vergil found himself at the shabby entrance. It was by no means the first place he had hoped to whisk his brother into euphoria in, but it had to do. He juggled the task of carrying his droopy ‘soon to be lover’ brother, and the keys, plus his bag - managing to open the door and slip in before losing either ones.

He stumbled towards the stained bed nearby, the musky odour of a faded forlorn room bombarding his nostrils. At least the bed came with a more then convenient set of metal bedposts. But even through his slumber, Dante stirred, feeling himself cosily set down. Thus, his eyes opened wearily with a blur.
“oow… ish it morning already?” He chocked out, sounding shocking already, but at least his mouth wasn’t tinged with the foul sensation of recent vomit.

“No it’s not Dante”, Vergil replied smugly, pulling out a fluffy pair of pink fabric laced handcuffs from his bag.

“Then whars are we?” He coughed out, still heavily under the influence of that nights party drinks.

“Motel” Vergil answered simply, taking a hold of Dante’s left wrist, cuffing it to the nearest pole, as he climbed over to do the other wrist in the same fashion.
“And those?” Dante queried at the cuffs, not fully comprehending tonight’s impending entertainment.

“To keep you from getting away” His brother growled wolfishly, smashing his lips to Dante’s in a dominating manor.
Dante arched his back, and even in his drunken manor, pushed back with an equal amount of hazy force. Even when Vergil’s tongue pressed for entrance, Dante easily complied, allowing them to duel in a way they never had before.
Dante was no stranger to such an invasion, and with his mind flying freely with the clouds, he was not going to blow this kiss off.
Vergil could taste the various liquors his brother had engulfed, and they only served to further fuel his desperation for more.

“Gods Dante” Vergil whispered as he broke the kiss finally, to move his face downwards to Dante’s neck. He trailed a few butterfly kiss along his brothers jaw bone, and suckled at the crook of his brothers neck, much at the place Dante was resting against him earlier that night.
Dante squirmed and gasped as he felt his brothers teeth sink in, only to draw out hungrily at the red droplets from him.
Vergil freely let out his own satisfied moans as he left a mark that would be easy to notice for days to come.

“Mmmm I’ve longed to see you like this for so long” Vergil purred huskily, receiving a content moan from the sibling beneath him. “But it’s not enough” He continued, moving southwards down his brothers smooth chest, and further down to reach his navel. His tongue lashed out around the circle seductively and Dante rewarded the sensations as he bucked upwards towards his brother. He tried to pull his arms away from that awkward above his head position, but the metal bars and cuffs were more then enough to keep him from doing so.
Vergil payed no heed to the annoyed groan his Dante let out and instead tugged at the now way too tight pants that were graced upon those hips.

“ooooh Vergil” Dante now hummed as he felt his brothers fingertips go under the top and pull strongly down. Literally having to peel the fabric off. Vergil brows furrowed as he completed the task, all the while seated with one leg on each side of his brother, allowing him total control.

After a little manoeuvring to take them off completely, his eyes wandered over to his equally well endowed brothers length, which of course was hardly ever covered by any means of undergarments.

“Want to play Dante?” Vergil teased, watching his brothers eyes glaze over and roll in impatience.

“Come ooon Verg, be nice” He stuttered out, as he felt cool hands enclose over his member, pumping it at an excruciatingly slow pace. And Vergil could only continue grinning as his brother continued to gnaw at his over stimulated libido. And even his usual strong self control was beginning to quake as he quickly tugged off his coat, tossing it mindlessly on the motel floor.

He edged his face and let out a hot breath as he nuzzled the silver hairs below. “I’ll be very nice” he uttered, blowing at the base of Dante’s penis, before letting out his tongue to swirl around the rest of it.

Dante hissed at the feeling, wanting now more then ever to heave off Vergil’s sexy ass that kept his legs in check.

“You like that, don’t you Dante?” He sneered some more, moving his face to hover at the tip, glazed over by Dante’s pre-cum.
His ears caught some more needy moans off his brother as he plunged his face forward to engulf the entire length.
Dante practically screamed at the sudden wet warmth that enveloped him. Bucking his hips upwards with as much force that was possible in the given scenario.
“Gods Vergil, MORE, faster!” He screamed as he brother expertly worked his mouth over Dante’s member.
His drunken senses began to dance as he felt his release implode and explode throughout his entire body, and Vergil easily swallowed his brothers release hungrily. Lapping up whatever escaped the confines of his mouth.

“Oh yeah” Dante purred out, content at the feeling ebbing out from his body.

”But we’re not done yet” Vergil pointed out, lifting himself just enough to allow him to be rid of the rest of his clothing. He undid the pants, his briefs, shirt, and even kicked off his shoes and socks. He then climbed around so that he could rid Dante of his footwear before they too became an inconvenience. All the while Dante still flying down from his amazing high.

“Stay still while I go get some more” Vergil promised to a puppy eyed Dante, ruffling through his bag to pull out a sweet scented vile.

“Dunt need it” Dante groaned out. Making Vergil wonder if Dante really was the bi-sexual hottie he should have been.
“As you request” Vergil answered back (throwing the vile into the same floor space as their clothing) positioning Dante’s legs over his shoulders, giving him ample access to the area his own member ached for.

“Come oooooon already” His brother egged on, and Vergil let go of whatever restraint he had left, embedding himself to the hilt inside of his sibling.

“AH!” Dante cried in sheer pleasure and pain. He felt himself tear slightly at the sudden intrusion, but as Vergil moaned and began to start a quick pace beneath him, the blood slicked entrance soon allowed Vergil’s pace to quicken more so. He was more then able to handle hurt now and then, this would be nothing compared to the usual amount of blood loss he suffered at his brothers hands.

“Vergil, mpf, Harder, Faster, MORE!” He shrieked, Vergil rocking against him with as much force as the young demon had to offer. The bed groaned in protest, but neither one payed it even the slightest of attention.
“So… tight” Vergil muttered between gulps of air as he pushed in and out, leaving his brother to meet with every single thrust.

They both moved in synchronised motions, almost as if this was a common event they shared. Vergil could only wish that would be so. His own mind was now heaving in loss of logic as the blissful torment continued. All the while Dante continuing his rather loud pleasure cries, screeching out in sheer abandon as they both kept at the fevered onslaught.

Vergil felt his need building, and knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. Refusing to fall apart before his brother, he used one arm to keep himself levelled. The other moved to pump Dante’s length in perfect timing.
As he continued this torment over Dante, he was soon rewarded with another sharp cry as Dante emptied himself for the second time that night.
Upon Dante’s release, Vergil felt his brothers muscles clench around him, and in the next thrust he too came inside the tight entrance.

They both remained stationary for what seemed like forever. Dante’s wrists now read raw at the thrashings he had done.

Eventually, Vergil pulled out from his brother, and slowly moved to un-cuff the fully spent sibling. Dante instinctively cuddling close to his brother as he went into a deep content slumber.

“Sleep well Dante” He cooed, running his fingers through locks as equally silky locks. He looked over his brothers shoulder to the mirror nearby. The events pulling down his hair during sometime, making them both looking exactly like the one person.

Vergil wondered what was to happen when morning, or evening, finally tore them apart from the cosy bed. But in his now own semi-conscious state, he really didn’t care. And thus he allowed himself the sleep he knew he deserved.