Tale for a Rainy Day

ALSO A REPOST! See my other fic or e-mail me for any questions ^_^


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Dante and Vergil, not relating to any of the games so no spoilers here folks! not really anyway

And naturally, I sadly don't own anythig to do with this wonderful series....sadly *cries*
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The rain came down in sheer bucket loads, and seeing as how he was staring out the window for what seemed like hours – the rain didn’t appear to be going anywhere FAST.
“This blows” groaned Dante, pressing his face into the cool glass window for a few moments. The icy touch of the glass sent a shiver along his spine, but he was a demon (half at least…) so he knew he was more resilient towards anything potentially harmful, numbing or what not.
“The worst part is it’s s’not even snowing” He grumbled again, peeling his face off the window so he could cast a irritated glance towards his brother who conveniently decided to enter the room now.
“Quit your whining Dante, can’t you find something better to do with your time?” came Vergil’s smooth voice, sounding just as heartless and spiteful as the weather out there.
“Bite me” Dante snapped back, lifting a finger at his twin, who just raised a brow and edged a step closer.
“Maybe I will. Dante” Vergil’s voice added back, slinking just close enough to allow him to wrap his slender yet well built arms around his barely younger twin.

“Verge...” Dante cooed, enjoying the heat that radiated from his brothers body and clothes.

Luckily for them, mother dear had left to visit a sick friend yesterday, conveniently leaving the troublesome twins to figure out how to not hack each other to bits within a few unsupervised days. Unfortunately however, this left the two brothers way too much sort it out between your selves time, which in itself brought a lot of new situations between the two.

Even yesterday Dante and Vergil faced a similar scenario. But after a few playful touches and shameless flirting, the case was usually left at that. Leaving at least what Dante knew, a problem that called for the bathroom pronto.

“How about we warm up in front of the fireplace Dante? It will be much better then standing in the cold hallway…” Vergil continued, loosening one arms so that his hand barely traced the outlines of Dante’s fine chiselled jaw line.

“Mmm” came the response. And it became apparent to Vergil that Dante was obviously not the kind who needed much convincing to do almost anything. It was that kind of reckless behaviour that made him feel more responsible for his brother. And though he constantly jeered, scorned and tried to make life hell for the boy, he knew deep in his heart the love for his brother outweighed any petty squabbles.
But what kind of love did he hold for his brother? At first he just felt like the overprotective sibling, but he wasn’t about to deny that even family bonds had their limits. No, what he felt was something stronger, something that wasn’t bound simply by the same flesh and blood enveloping and coursing through their very selves.
And after a few ‘out of boredom’ attempts at seeing how willing his little twin appeared. He quickly clarified that perhaps even Dante knew that they shared a bond in more ways then one.

They both tiptoed along the creaky floorboards of their lavish 2 story mini-manor, that came complete with red carpets, velvet like curtains, and a maid who wasn’t ever around for the weekends. Yes, even despite being brought up from the sheer determination of their mortal mother, the family had quite a successful life. But their mother did come from a wealthy family line, and that was what contributed to most of their luxuries.
And even though both of them appreciated the hard work and sacrifice required to bring up a set of demonic twins, it was obvious that as a human, she could never fully understand the way they truly were, and developed, and felt no ‘moral’ limits in sharing.

“Yeh, this is better” Pipped up Dante, effectively shattering Vergil’s thoughts and bringing him crashing back to reality.
“At least I can get much more comfy” He yawned, plonking himself in front of the burning fireplace, on top of the lush woollen rug. “Care to join me?” Dante actually said aloud, a touch of mischief laced within the four simple words as he lay himself with his back to the floor.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” Vergil replied back, his voice too carrying a seductive undertone to them.

However unlike his brother, he grabbed himself a large fluffy cushion off of the nearest recliner chair. Then he placed that onto ‘Dante’s’ cosy little rug, so that he could lie down next to his now cheery brother… but with the added comfort of his pillow.

“Hey no fair” Dante finally snapped back, once again breaking the mood of the moment.
And just as Vergil lay his head down on the pillow, Dante sat up and pounced on his older sibling, who had seemingly predicted the move, grabbing Dante mid pounce and rolling the two of them over. Leaving Dante underneath as Vergil straddled his waist.

“Well at least I got me the pillow!” Dante mumbled, reaching over so that he could pull the tempting pillow to be underneath his head. But Vergil had other plans.

“Don’t even think it” Came his voice as he moved his face close enough so that Dante and he were nose to nose. Being ‘on top’ gave him a lot of advantages, especially in this position, and he quickly pinned Dante down with his arms – leaving Dante both defenceless and cushionless.

“aww come’n Verge, don’t wanna hurt your sweet little brother now would you?” Dante’s mock wounded voice arouse, as he struggled with barely any effort against his brothers strong hands.

“But I know you like it…”

And with that Vergil moved his face over slightly, allowing him to open his mouth and run his tongue from Dante’s cheek to his forehead. The moist droplets of saliva soon drying from the heat of the roaring fire nearby.

Dante let out a mewl of content, but otherwise offered nothing more to his expecting brother.
“Not enough for you is it” Vergil grinned, as his exploring lips nibbled playfully against his brother’s earlobe, before he sucked lightly on the skin. Earning him a few more teeny noises from the mass beneath him.

“Maybe we should, step it up a notch” He grinned, finding his own calm demeanour slowly melting away into a sea of red blood stained fabric. He released his hold on Dante, who was obviously too content with the direction of things to move out of the position he was priory restrained in.
Vergil lifted his body, and pulled Dante upright just quickly enough, to allow him to rid his sweet sibling from the red coat of his. And as he rested the still ‘perhaps lazy?’ Dante back onto the floor, he too rid himself of his long coat – that came in the beautiful sea blue shade he adored.
Dante lifted his head up slightly, eyeing his dear brother as he then proceeded to remove the colour co-coordinated blue vest also. Then without warning, Vergil rose up on his feet, pulling up Dante as well. With the new found access, Vergil made light work of the vest in which Dante wore – that too seemed to have blood and sweat soaked in. Thus making Vergil wonder when was the last time it ever saw clean water…

But not giving that much thought, Vergil made his way onto his knees. Running his slightly calloused hands along Dante’s sides, and then back up too play lightly with his brothers perky nipples. A sharp hiss now rewarded his efforts, and got Vergil more excited with this new ‘family’ game. Which was not to say Dante was not as equally enthusiastic at the pleasurable sensations his brother wracked upon him.
Vergil kept up with his ministrations, first fondling one, then the other, and occasionally bringing himself up enough to give them too a quick lick and nip here and there.
Dante’s hisses soon changed into pleased mewls, and then developed into low growls of impatience.
Noting this change in his brother, Vergil couldn’t help but bring his lips into a filthy smirk. Though, if he knew his brother, he wouldn’t cooperate too much longer if he didn’t get some more fulfillment… and fast!

Thus, Vergil made his way back down Dante’s abdomen, leaving a few feather light kisses until he reached Dante’s tight leather pants line. He nuzzled his siblings constrained erection, pressing into it, before bringing his mouth to clasp around the zipper, bringing it down at an excruciatingly slow rate.
Dante however, was finally fed up with Vergil’s prolonged teasing and his own ego diminishing submissiveness. He pushed Vergil back, making his brother fall onto the floor at the sudden loss of balance.

“This is how ya do it” He grinned, grabbing the zip himself and pulling it all the way down (which wasn’t really a long way at all…). Immediately his erection sprung free from its humid confines, well at its full length and already wet with anticipation.
“See what you’ve done bro? Better get started” Dante jeered, drinking in the look that splayed across his brothers flawless mirror-image face. A quirky mix of annoyance, excitement and determination.
Though Vergil’s lips once again donned it’s briefly missing smirk.
“But since you did such a good job on those pants of yours Dante, I reckon you owe me a treat too”.

Dante’s smile grew even more so. “Well why didn’t ya say so” came the husky reply just as went to all fours and hastily crawled right up to his brothers zipper.
This time it was Dante who grabbed it between his teeth and tugged harshly, pulling the head of the zipper off completely, and allowing Vergil’s pants to quickly pool just above his thighs.
“Oh gawd you can’t be serious?” Dante snickered, seeing Vergil’s throbbing erection encased in yet another fabric. Some fine silken boxers – also blue.

“We’re not all sluts Dante..” Vergil chuckled with a purr. Dante didn’t care to dignify that with an answer yet, but instead, tugged the pants all the way off of Vergil’s fine legs.
“You sure?” He finally added as his hands kneaded Vergil’s groin through the soft silk.
This time Vergil allowed his head to fall backwards, the arms supporting him upright caving in just a smidge. His hair fell downwards, now leaving his pushed up hair in a misshapen style much like the one Dante wore on his best hair days.

“May I?” Dante’s voice sliced in. Vergil wasn’t sure what the question was…or if Dante had even spoken it. But he was too engulfed in the simple stimulation Dante was offering too care much now.
Dante knew his brother mind was already skating on thin ice, and to increase that train of though, he effortlessly tore of Vergil’s boxers. They made a sharp tear and then wafted lightly on the floor nearby. Thankfully Dante had enough sense not to throw it in the fire.
What would mum say if the house was burnt down even before she had finished the plane trip to her friends home?

“Those were my best pair…” Vergil noted solemnly, but Dante only scoffed. “What the only one in aqua blue? Marine blue? Sky blue?”
Dante crept closer and ran a finger playfully against his brother’s defined abdominal muscles.

“Shut up Dante”

“Gladly”

Came the rapid reply as Dante delved face first towards Vergil’s unprotected crotch.
His tongue traced quickly alongside the two hardened sacs, before twirling around the base of Vergil’s length. “Now who’s the little slut?” Dante sneered, as he know moved his tongue to run the entire way to Vergil’s slit. There he lapped hungrily at the pre-cum, enjoying the taste, and the sounds that Vergil emitted.

After enjoying a few more moments of tormenting his brother, Dante opened his mouth and took in an inch of Vergil’s aching member.
“Ah Dante!” Came the cry from Vergil, who had giving up on holding himself upright anymore, enjoying instead, the feel of the wool as it gently messaged his back.
Dante being too occupied to reply, chose to continue his movements by taking in Vergil’s entire length; feeling it press deep into his throat and then some.
And if Vergil hadn’t been so overcome by the sheer pleasure vibrating through him, he would have wondered where Dante had learned to deep throat with as much expertise as he was displaying.
Dante’s mouth paused momentarily, before he began to move his face back and forth, bobbing up and down at a rapid pace. He hummed as he continued mercilessly, each note striking Vergil in all the right places. Knowing that Vergil’s release was imminent, Dante pursued the speed as fast as he could muster, using one hand to keep Vergil from thrusting in too far with his know widely bucking hips.
“DANTE!” Vergil screamed soon after, as his body shook violently, empting his essence into the more than willing mouth. Dante drained all that he could swallow; moving back to ‘clean up’ what he hadn’t managed to catch.

Vergil cooed contently, as Dante crawled up his body, now resting on top of his brother.
“Like that didn’t you?” Dante whispered, pressing his lips harshly to his sibling.
Vergil then wrapped his arms strongly around his brother, then using his quickly recuperating strength; he flipped them over, leaving him on top this time.

Both still holding onto the kiss without breaking.

Vergil’s tongue ran across Dante’s lower lip, and once the flushed lips parted, he pressed his tongue inside the moist cavern. The strong taste of himself mixed in with some obvious cheap alcohol began to rekindle his nether region. But he knew he would play fair, at least this once. And Dante was still aching for attention …
They continued the inner duel fiercely, but none of them bite down hard enough to draw blood just yet.
After feeling content, Vergil pulled back, much to Dante’s dismay. He still straddled the younger mans waist, but now he felt weary of games. Knowing Dante, he probably was too.
So this time, he made his way lower, until he was now sitting just above Dante’s knees.

“Open up precious” Vergil chuckled, watching his brother moan some sort of incoherent curse word before parting his legs; whilst Vergil moved to be seated comfortably between them. He then took his own fingers into his lips, coating them generously before poking one at the puckered entrance.
He slid it through, moving it around before inserting the next. Dante once again uttered some other kind of curse, but didn’t resist the offending digits much, Allowing Vergil to stretch him further with a scissoring motion.
Dante soon let out a cry as he felt Vergil brush past something that felt wonderful. And Vergil didn’t stop, he soon added another finger while continuing the assault.

“Just hurry up and fuck me!” Dante finally cried out in frustration, his member still rock hard and not planning to give up without the fulfillment they were both craving.

“I’ll take that as your being ready” Vergil stated, rather then questioned. His member once again fully stimulated thanks to Dante’s relentless displays and yells. Then without much warning he placed Dante’s legs onto his shoulder, pressing his head into he tight opening before him.

Dante’s breath hitched suddenly at the much larger intrusion probing his entrance, but despite the pain he knew would follow, he thrust back, making Vergil’s length drive in even further.
They both cried out. Dante from the slight pain at feeling Vergil press himself to the hilt. And Vergil from the very tight muscles now clenching him blissfully. The sensation made him close to release already, but he refused to come once again, especially before his brother.

He began a fast pace, pounding into his twin - who began to meet back with each thrust as well. The pain ebbing as Dante felt the pleasure wash it away. Now Dante’s once stifled tears were broken into hisses and moans.
“So tight” Vergil whispered, ending the line as Dante occasionally contracted his muscles, leaving Vergil groaning and panting almost as loud as Dante himself.

They continued their rough game, neither easing up nor tiring.

And Dante cried as he felt Vergil thrust into him relentlessly. His vision slowly easing away into stars as Vergil’s length brushed over the same bundle of nerves the fingers had just before.

“Verge, Can’t hold on much longer!” Dante breathed out between thrusts, and very soon after, he came with a shrieking yell. Defiantly something the neighbors and their neighbors’ neighbors would have clearly heard. His release coating his stomach in its milky essence.
Vergil came soon after, feeling Dante’s tight entrance clamp around him even more so. His release filling Dante’s walls; still gushing out as he removed himself.

They both remained silent afterwards. Vergil lying alongside his brother happily.
Dante moved his head slightly, enjoying the warmth of his brother’s body more then that lousy burning wood.

After some content and non-awkward silence. Dante ran his fingers over Vergil’s lips.

“Go again?” He growled, already hardening at the prospect.

“Heh heh, Glady”

And if the neighbors complained at all during the entire night, neither brother heard it. Even the phone ringing went unanswered…

“Wonder what my two boys are up to…” Eva wondered, placing a cloth over the forehead of her bedridden friend.
“If the place is a mess when I get back…” She mumbled. “They better clean it, those battle blood stains are the worst.”