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Springkink prompt – July 4 #8 - Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: conflict - "Give me a reason to believe! If this is what you want then fire at will!"


"Why, Dante?" Vergil asked curiously.

"I'm fucking tired of this! That's why." Dante was breathing hard even though he was only standing still, the tip of Yamato pressed against his muscled stomach, drawing a few drops of blood at the minute movements of his breath. Vergil couldn't help but notice them trickling down beneath the line of Dante's pants, themselves the brown color of old, red blood.

He wanted to lick them up.

"Vergil! Are you even fucking listening to me?" Dante took a step towards him, heedless of the pain of Yamato running him through, so full of fervor. That, that was Dante. "Why am I asking, you never fucking listen to me. You never talk to me, period. Whenever you show up, it's always wham, bam, thank you ma'am."


"You'll fuck me, but you won't talk to me, let alone trust me. Clue, Vergil. I know why you're doing this."

"You know nothing, Dante, you never have." The blood was a steady stream now, and Vergil seemed to be the only one who cared about it.

"You're after Father's power, that's why you raised this damn phallic symbol. You're after Pops' long, hard sword. What, mine isn't good enough for you?" Dante glared, and it should have seemed as threatening as a lost, wet, bedraggled white kitten's glare, but it seemed more like a lion's. Was Dante starting to grow into those fangs? Hardly, the fool would never accept his power. Not unless Vergil forced him to.

"Symbol? Why Dante, have you remembered you have a vocabulary?"

"Fuck you, Vergil." And Dante took another step forward, grabbed the front of Vergil's coat and slammed his lips against his brother's.

Momentarily startled, Vergil's hand left the hilt of Yamato to pull Dante to him in reflex.

And that was when he heard the gunshot and felt the bullet pierce the side of his skull.

When had Dante palmed one of those accursed twin guns before throwing the holster and Rebellion away?

Clever Dante, he thought as he slumped against him and Dante finally pulled Yamato out of himself. Perhaps not as foolish as Vergil had thought.

"I'm going to help you, Vergil, whether you like it or not." Stunned, Vergil couldn't help but be lowered to the ground beneath Dante. "You're mine, and I'm going to keep trying to get through to you that I'm your brother, goddamnit, until it gets through that thick skull of yours." Yamato cut away Vergil's clothes in a sloppy fashion that was entirely Dante, and that tongue lapped away the blood as Vergil had wanted to do to him.

Twin in their desires.

After so long.