Whatever... DxV unfinished yaoi

Whatever... DxV unfinished yaoi

It was a typical day at the office of Devil May Cry…

Vergil sat at the desk where his twin brother, Dante, usually sat and lounged around, waiting for the next available job possible. Knowing his high standards… that was rare when he left. But when he did, it left Vergil to stay inside due to the case he had with Dante.

Somehow someone dared someone else to stay in said office under the effects of a lethal dosage of vodka. The pact was made and that was all he remembered of the night. Once he woke up the next morning, an electronic device was wrapped around his ankle and he had a massive hangover, one that would cause terrible pain to him and his brother.

The rest was a blur, yet he knew that there was screaming, yelling, some maniacal laughter, and several blood spots on the walls afterwards.

But to make the story short… Vergil was simply put under house arrest with a magical barrier surrounding the office and the spot where the object that held him in these walls was. It annoyed him further when Dante yelled out, “Who’s the smarter one now?!” And as he tried to make it out of the barrier, he hit the invisible line, erupting in unstoppable laughter. Dante had to literally drag him back inside.

He bet his father was rolling around in his grave, laughing his head off also.

It wasn’t so bad living in this space, though his twin could use a bit more of food variety in his diet other than pizza, tomato juice, alcohol, and strawberry sundaes. They didn’t have the necessary vitamins and junk needed to maintain his life style. Luckily he could get his brother into getting him his things, so he might POSSIBLY have a somewhat happy time in this hole.

“Damn him…” was all he would say after thinking of all these things.

All he did now was lounge in the chair with both feet on the desk and flip through whatever newspaper or magazine he could find. A pair of reading glasses pinched the bridge of his nose, though he had perfect eyesight. His dress was only his vest, pants, gloves, and boots, without the coat included. The room was steaming hot and humid, making him sweat by the hour.

He seriously couldn’t see how he could live this way.

The double doors opened, revealing the figure of his brother. His hand grabbed at the crotch of his pants and a mask of scowl with a hint of a large blush covered over his features.

“Really brother, that’s not necessary in the presence of your twin.”

“You dope, I’m not doing this for you. But I never knew you to be that way, fruitcake.”

“I wasn’t saying that…” he said, covering his face with the magazine to save him the sight of looking at him. “So how did it go?”

“Horrible. The pay was about the cost of a fucking used television, the demons were shortstuffs, and worst of all… my goddamn zipper broke and my pants ripped. This is gonna cost the tailor a lot of money.”

“Then go buy some new pants.”

“Are you kidding?! These are my favorite pants! I don’t even have to wear anything under it!”

Vergil shot him a glance over the paper.

“What? I don’t. A badass like me shouldn’t need anything to cover up his…”

“That’s quite enough.”

“You’re such a wuss when it comes to me saying stuff like that. Especially in your area of view.”
“Whatever… just go get it done and leave me alone.”

“Fine… prick.”

Dante left the office with and awkward silence left behind him.

“Nudist.”

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It was nearly eight when he came back, more furious than ever.

“GODDAMNIT ALL TO HELL!”

The door slammed and Vergil kept at looking to his article.

“What now?”

“Fucking tailor moved to a new office on the OTHER side of the world. He is the only one who could charge a small amount for a big job. I can’t fucking believe it. How am I supposed to get these fixed now and my coat also?”

He sat on the couch, covering up the spot with the tail of his red trademark duster. Vergil was also seated on the couch, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Dante had the look of disappointment on his face; a lip pouted out, his eyes lost of all hope for his beautiful pants, the lean and masculine features his chest showed with hard-packed abs sweating droplets that traced them, his heartbeat was rapid as he slowly breathed in and out… in and out… vibrating in his ears. The motions on the couch beat like a drum, rhythmic as if for a slow dance. The body sweat dripped down his forehead, down his cheek, then hung on his jaw. He swallowed a lump down his throat, leaving his mouth partially open to breathe. The younger twin’s head drooped down like a beaten animal, giving a pathetic look of despair. The silver locks they had inherited hung over his face, covering his eyes and nose from view. He watched as the hand moved lower into the space between his legs, letting the cloth drop to the side and revealing the tear in his pants. There was a partial bulge there ever so slightly, hiding from him. The sweat that dripped from his brother’s face landed in the area and soaked the leather there.

“Verge,” he said in a fragile tone.

He was too lost in his fantasy to notice his brother was doing none of the sort… except for sweating heavily. His coat was still hiding the spot where his pants had been ripped.

“Verge… HEY VERGEI!”

Suddenly his older brother gave a gasp and noticed he had a heavy blush beginning to appear.

“I was wondering what you were doing staring at my hand. Actually, why WERE you staring at it?”

Vergil forgot to act calm and darted for the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. He threw his glasses on the counter and hunched over the sink trying to recollect everything he had seen… or what he thought he saw. As he panted to get air, the mirror began to fog up in front of him.

“What the hell went on? Am I… in love with my own brother? Well, I love him as one… but not as a mate! I would never do that to him. But on second thought… breaking his pride and taking whatever of him would seem like a good idea. He might think me crazy, but what is sanity? Maybe I could chain him up… stab him till he cries for mercy… but then before I do that I could always make him…”

He thought to his brother chained to the bed, with only his pants on and the look before all over him… watching him while his face was turned to this innocent and terrified as he gazed from the corners of his eyes while head was buried to the side of the pillow. He would approach him with absolutely nothing on and Yamato in hand.

Vergil hit his head on the counter several times before getting to the point of unconsciousness. After he stumbled and fell to the floor, a barrage of knocks came at the door. The door slowly opened and he stared up at his brother who was about to knock again, while still holding the area covered. Vergil crawled up against the bathtub.

“What was all that noise? Are you okay?”

“I’m completely fine. I just got frustrated because I… I… couldn’t find the thread.”

“Thread? Thread for what?”

“Seeing as how you don’t notice… I was going to fix your pants for you.”

Dante was now the one to step back, “Whoah am I going crazy?! I know I just didn’t hear you wanting to help me… did I?”

“Fine then I won’t and you have to buy new pants. Or worse pay for a new tailor at a high price.”

“Okay okay you win. Forget I said any of that. But really… this is quite a turn of events.”

Vergil collected himself finally and gathered his thoughts in a calm matter.

“I might as well do something. It’s horrid the way you treat this place, let alone yourself. But why do I judge? You don’t even listen.”

“I’m not dense…”

“Of course you aren’t. Just thick skulled.”

He left the bathroom and went for the kitchen to find the miscellaneous drawer that had practically everything in it. Luckily, out of random plundering, he found a needle and some thread the same color of his pants. Once he had come back out, Dante had just finished locking the door and covering the windows with curtains.

“I don’t want anyone coming in.”

“You think they may get the wrong idea?”

“No I don’t anyone coming in with me being pants less.”

“Just get on the couch. And for god’s sake… put something on under those pants.”

“I’m not wearing any socks either…”

“Thanks for the information.”

He walked into the bathroom, grabbed his glasses, and came back to see the younger brother on the couch as ordered. It didn’t look like he had moved.

“I thought I told you to put something on under those.”

“Obviously you didn’t hear me walk upstairs and get my boxers.”

“Whatever… I don’t want any surprises; otherwise you’re dead after that.”

“Sure… whatever.”

“Sit back, legs apart, and grab something to read. And none of that sex magazine stuff.”

“It’s called Playboy. AND HOW DID YOU KNOW?”

“They were sitting on the desk. Now do as I said.”

Dante grabbed a magazine off the arm of the couch and spread his legs out wide. He could see the tear needed some serious stitching for it was almost as wide as a church door now. A pair of cotton black boxers hid the contents in which the pants had held. With the needle ready, he seated himself before the tear and thought back to the incident he had earlier. Once he had sized up the repair he had to do, he started to pull away and stitch the split together.

He couldn’t help but keep thinking about earlier. It bothered him so much… and he couldn’t rid of them.

How he hated human emotions. It made him weak, but its hatred and despise fueled his rage. It gave him energy, power, and other things that would have helped him rule both worlds… if not for Dante. His brother held him back all the time. He was the weak one and he had to find a way to give him some power so that he could join him in the journey to making this world and the underworld his.

Actually, he thought of it being theirs. Both of them could rule together and make everything a chaotic realism to all the humans that had worked for their father, Sparda. They would feel the power which was held in Sparda, just like Arkahm had. He had taken it and used it against them for his own greed and desire. The so called ‘power’ Arkahm had gotten was too much for him and he slowly deteriorated from it. That was what gave him and his brother a chance to destroy him from the inside and completely annihilate the man from taking his chance.

Then, there was the fight he hoped would happen. It would finally test whose strength was better and survive till the end. Sadly, his brother had proven who was the better and sent him to hell, not before trying to save him at the last second. How he would have loved to take that hand, but he took into consideration that the portal could close at any second and he had to save himself or his younger brother before it did. After ruling it out, he had to stay. The darkness wouldn’t torture him… he had been through it once and he could do it again. Dante wouldn’t have the chance. He didn’t experience the full thing like he had.

There had to be one sibling that would be the treasure child… and that was Dante. Their mother always favored him. He tried his best but she somehow related to Dante whenever. It sickened him.

If only their father was there for them and her. None of this would have ever happened to them.

“Hey… Big Bro? Yo!”

“What?” he asked as he snapped back into reality.

“You sure are spacing out now. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Completely fine,” he sighed, continuing his work.

“Alright then. If you say so,” said Dante.

After what seemed like forever, he did the last seam and did a double stitch knowing his work was heavy duty. Noticing he didn’t have any scissors, he wet the string with his tongue, soaking it in saliva and then bit the excess off. Dante finally got up and moved around in them.

“Hey… that’s some nice handiwork there. How did you learn that?”

“I watched mom do it. Now hand them over so I can check the inside of…”

“Did you just say mom?! I know you just did NOT say that!”

He began chuckling and laughing, but then stopped once he saw the look he got from that.

Was Vergil… tearing? And was his head down to his chest? Surely this was an illusion.

“Bro… man I’m sorry for whatever I said. I didn’t know it would hurt you that much…”

He cautiously approached him with an outstretched hand, though the sword he usually had was missing from its place. He got halfway there and stopped. Vergil’s face was blank with a tear appearing out of the duct of his eyes. Dante approached and embraced him in a brotherly hug, putting his chin on his older brothers’ shoulder. Arms ran under his and pressed him closer, his nose in the crook of his neck.

Dante tried to reassure his sibling by rubbing his back. He heard him sniffling now… something he never heard him do before.
“What’s going on with you? You’re acting weird today.”

They stood there, just taking the moment. This was a rare moment that neither of them would possibly do again. He could feel his older brother shudder.

“Guess all that pressure built up huh?”

The other sibling was quiet.

“You can go ahead and let it all go. I won’t tell anybody.”

Vergil was still silent. He didn’t seem like he would break right then… but he knew it would happen soon. There wasn’t much he could hold because everyone has their breaking point.

“Go ahead and get some rest. You can finish my pants tomorrow.”

Dante tried to pull back but his brother held fast to him. His grip was tight on the coat.

“Really, you should get some rest. Now can you let go?”

He started to get uneasy, this wasn’t getting better.

“Um… is there a magic word? I enjoy this bonding but…”

“Just shut up!”

Vergil brought him down by bending his knee and landed on top of him on the floor. He pinned his arms and legs down, and then landed his lips forcefully on his. Dante gasped and struggled, trying to break free. Though, now the kiss became breath taking. He stopped his moving and let his brother attack his lips… letting him do what he wanted to them.

Vergil could taste sweetness in his mouth and other tastes he couldn’t describe. Maybe these were love induced, making them have a different effect on him. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. It was difficult to understand. One minute he was pushing his brother away, now he wanted to give him everything he could dream of. Pleasure, power, protection, a better life that he could make happen somehow. It could all happen only if he agreed to be with him forever.

He gripped the collar of his brothers’ coat and buried his face in his bare chest. Dante breathed with a shock like expression on his face.

“Why does this love effect me so?! It won’t go away unless I’m close to you. And when I am, I’m scared to move closer. It’s like you’ll get up and disappear again in rejection. I can’t take that chance anymore… I need someone to hold and that’s you! Take away my anxiety!”

They stayed there on the floor till Vergil finally lifted his head up and looked straight into his brother’s icy cold eyes. Dante was completely baffled.

“Please Dante; I only want to protect you forever. You can push me away but I will only come back to show you I would give everything I had to be with you.”

“Is that how you really feel?”

“What do you mean ‘Is that how you really feel?’?”

He picked his brother up to his face and brought him back down on the floor with a loud thud.

“Ow!”

“GODDAMN IT! I’M SITTING HERE CONFESSING MY HIDDEN LOVE TO YOU AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS ‘IS THAT HOW YOU REALLY FEEL?’”

Vergil shook him again with an even louder thud now.

“I WOULDN’T BE WASTING MY BREATH IF I DIDN’T MEAN IT DANTE, AND I REALLY DO! SO STOP JOKING AROUND!”
“Calm down bro and take a deep breath. You don’t have to play me rough… yet.”

“I’m doing this so you can get the point across that you apparently don’t get.”

Dante pulled a fast trick and now he was the one on top now, pinning him down and staring straight into his eyes. He held him there with them.

“I do get the point Verge. And I would like to join you in this… partnership…”

Vergil looked disappointed now. He seemed like he was about to get angry when he was actually get upset.

“But you know that I know you want to join me in soul, body, and mind. Catch my drift?”

He winked at him, and then got nose to nose with him. His hair swept over his brother’s face.

“And I accept that fact. I could never look at someone like you ever again if I hadn’t of saved you then. When I saw you on that street all confused like that and surrounded by demons… cuts all over you body… almost defeated, I came to save you. It was time I repaid the favor you did for me back then years ago. Over and over I said I was going to do that… till I finally realized that I need not power, but love to protect the ones I hold more dear to me.

“If you did die for real… I would have to live the rest of my life in remembrance you. There was no way I could contact you and tell you the thoughts… the feeling of what I felt for you were. There was no way I could let that happen to you.”

He planted a soft kiss on his lips, passionate as if he was kissing a woman. Then he pulled away to look into his eyes again.

“So do you know now why that thing is on your leg? I don’t want you venturing off and getting killed.”
“I get it now.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

“Actually I’m supposed to be the one to say that.”

“Oh really?”

He landed another kiss, only to get his bottom lip bit harder than expected. He flinched and soon they had switched positions again with the older brother on top. He grabbed Dante’s hair, burying his face into his neck and ravaging it with kisses. All his brother did was smirk and chuckle.

“So you like to play rough after all.”

His nips became a deep bite that drew blood then and made him yelp.

“Ai ai ai… that’s precious skin there. I don’t want to be drunk dry.”

He sucked at it, licking the wound over till he grew tired of that area and went to his mouth, getting his tongue involved now. He got the favor returned and both were in a war with their flurry of kissing. Dante beat his fist on the floor, signaling for air. It continued on until he was beating both fists on the floor, catching his attention and making him stop and pull back. The younger twin was gasping for air, trying to catch his breath.

“Wow you’re really eager for me! If you plan on being like this can’t we go to the bedroom or at least the couch?”

With some amazing feat of strength, Vergil picked Dante up and put him on the couch, continuing his ministrations. During all this, he desperately fought to remove the coat off to not further ruin it. He finally got rid of it, moving down to his brothers perked nipples. The younger replied with moans and grunts, enjoying the sucking and licking he was being given. There was a rocking motion on his leg and he could see that Vergil was slowing bucking there with a bulge appearing in his pants. He could tell he was restraining himself from going all out till the time was there for them.

Saliva ran down his chest as he kept his pace. Now, he moved onto the other one and kept receiving moans from his partner. Dante moved his brother’s ear and nibbled on the tip of it.