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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Devil_May_Cry
  Relationship:
      Dante/Vergil_(Devil_May_Cry)
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Yaoi, Slash, Male_Slash, m/m_-_Freeform, Gay_Romance, Gay
      Sex, Philosophical_sex_(I_have_apparently_invented_it)
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      Published: 2017-03-23 Words: 2035
****** Into Chaos and Old Night ******
by Tarshil
Summary
     Unaware of his incestuous relationship, fifteen year old Dante asks
     his mysterious lover a question. Vergil/Dante.
Notes
     Disclaimer: Characters and affiliated materials don't belong to me. I
     make no profit off of this.
     Poem excerpt from Paradise Lost by John Milton.
                               Behold the Throne
                    Of Chaos, and his dark pavilion spread
                 Wide on the wasteful Deep; with him enthroned
                   Sat sable-vested Night, eldest of things,
                           The consort of his reign
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Humans. Each group bore pride in their origins; each holding themselves aloft
by criticizing the flaws of those dissimilar, never knowing their virtues…never
desiring to ask if there were any. The world, ignorant and vile, forgot the
nature of its essence. Sense and order were foreigners.
This enigma was enough to sustain Vergil for the rest of his life. So much to
know, so little time given to know it all. The ostensible behavior of humanity
sufficed to rouse a lifetime of disgust towards them, but their arcane nature
filled him with fathomless wonder and, perhaps, if he dared to open himself,
some hesitant and suppressed form of adoration.
But he would not make the same mistakes his father did.
That was why he never believed that a single person could evoke all that
plentiful wonder and more, yet there he lay beneath him, moon-pale hair spread
across the pillow like liquid silver and gold in the deep red twilight. Dante's
cloud-grey eyes darkened with lust, bright with mischief.
He was fifteen that day. So was Vergil but Dante did not know the masked
stranger was his twin. He could never know. Vergil had tracked him down for
years. When he finally found him, he had waited for the mercenary taking care
of the younger twin to leave for a job. The long, black strip of cloth he used
to cover most of his face was unfurled at the bottom to free his lips, so that
he could seduce his brother.
It had not been his intention. By all logic, this was foolish. By the laws of
Heaven, it was monstrous.
Vergil had never figured out what he wanted to do once he found his twin
brother. All he knew was that no matter how hard he tried he could not forgive
their mother for running away with Dante and leaving her other son behind. What
Vergil had not expected was to be moved by Dante's charm which turned Vergil's
vindictiveness into something else, something without label.
This was wrong, by law, by order, by what guided men away from barbarism. But
none of that could explain quite as well as the raw logic of the earliest
caveman that this was inevitable. All he could do was keep the secret from his
brother, keep him from the knowledge of his sin.
Vergil leaned down, slick torso against hot flesh, and whispered into a red-
flushed ear, "Devil."
Dante laughed and wrapped his arms around Vergil's waist, licking his ear in
response.
The older twin shivered and immediately thought about Dante's naïve arrogance.
All pride in his origins, without understanding it, held himself aloft by
sneering down on other demons, never bothering to ask what virtues lay within
that part of his heritage. Dante...or Tony Redgrave as their mother had called
him after running away...thought himself unique, but was really not as
dissimilar as he thought himself to everyone in Hell. The only virtue and curse
that stood out above the rest was his love for humanity, like their father, and
it was this combination: a reflection of Hell and Sparda both within Dante that
lured Vergil in; made thisbetween them completely sensible.
Wrong could make perfect sense, unfortunately. Only unread, unthinking
troglodytes would say that something, even passion, did not make sense simply
because their dull wits could not grasp any sense out of it - or did not want
to.
"Poser," Dante mumbled suddenly, breaking the fragile melody of crashing flesh
and soft groans.
"Oh?"
Another laugh and Dante lifted himself slightly to rest his chin on Vergil's
shoulders as he ran hands and fingernails across the skin of his back. "You're
not an impervious ghost, Aineas. You're…" Nails dug in and Vergil hissed,
feeling the heated strips of torn tissue—some, no doubt, would bleed. "…very
much flesh and blood."
Vergil felt an exquisite pressure between his thighs when Dante groped him
boldly and released a repressed growl through his nostrils.
"And a lot of that blood seems to be piling here."
"Cheeky little devil."
"That's what you love about me," Dante shot back with a snarky little smirk.
"That is what makes you no better than any other rogue in this world you live
in, Tony. You're just another cheeky little devil."
"What you love about me," Dante repeated.
Seldom did anything amuse Vergil enough to steal a chuckle, but Dante's
unwittingly ironic remark did. His younger twin looked pleased with himself. He
probably thought himself special for that.
Lying back down on the plush pillow, Dante stared up into his eyes solemnly,
all playfulness gone. His hand was still firmly around Vergil's stiff manhood,
while the other ran down the his naked chest. "Where are we going," he asked
and Vergil instantly grew shocked to see a fleeting glint of worry reflected in
the other teenager's otherwise saucy visage. It was gone instantly, covered by
a mask of confidence.
Vergil thought about it. It did not take long for an answer to spring up in his
brilliant mind. Bringing his head back down, he kissed Dante full on the lips,
snaking his tongue into his twin's warmth. It was gentle and languid; a perfect
expression of the magnificent afterglow from their recent fuck, rekindling
their lust.
Vergil ended the kiss soon and finally answered, "Into Chaos and Old Night."
A delicate little frown creased Dante's brow then disappeared. "What?"
"Where we are going, Tony. Into Chaos and Old Night."
It took a moment for the reference to dawn on him. Their mother read them old
epics of Heaven and Hell when they were younger. Had named ther sons after two
such poets. So despite Dante 's lack of interest in anything involving pages,
he was not surprised to see his twin catch the meaning.
Dante frowned again. "Why are you quoting Milton?" Then he laughed and squeezed
Vergil's crotch with a smirk, evoking a sharp hiss that barely restrained the
masked man's moans. "You mean this is leading us to the Abyss? How
melodramatic."
Young, naive Dante thought Vergil had made a joke.
"Because what we're doing is very wrong, Tony," he replied as if speaking to a
child. In some ways he was.
"Why," asked the child. Whether such honesty was genuine or false Vergil could
not tell. Dante was a master at playing innocent even though sometimes he was.
The answer was because not only were Vergil and Dante brothers, but enemies;
the strongest and deadliest of enemies. Dante wanted revenge on demon-kind and
Vergil needed demon-kind to attain the power he desired. Dante was too naive to
see the bigger picture and would surly fight him one day, against all Vergil
stood for.
For now though, Vergil was content to lay in his brother's arms, just like when
they were small children. Those fleeting days when their family was together,
Sparda behind the facade of a mortal man, their mother a normal woman and the
twins playing in the yard together.
No. Not like then. It was different now. Forbidden.
Refusing to answer, he removed Dante's hand from his crotch and gripped his
legs, spreading them wide apart.
"Hey, isn't it my turn? You just had me."
"No. We agreed this was my night. We're not playing tag, you're it. My night.
Mine."
"I get it!"
"Glad you agree with me, Tony," he said and because he knew the other teenager
would retort angrily to what he was about to say, he positioned himself and
added, "Now that you know how easy it is, you'll learn to do it more often."
With that he buried himself within Dante's exquisite warmth, still wet and hot
from fucking only minutes earlier. Vergil all too happily released a moan of
pure bliss while Dante cried out in surprise, joy and indignation mixed.
Vergil chuckled a second time that night and dug his teeth into his twin's
neck.
"Bastard…unh!" Dante gritted his teeth to keep from moaning and glared up at
his masked lover. "T-tomorrow night's my...night! Don't think I'll let you
get—ooh!"
Vergil had slammed in rather too roughly, but it did the job and shut the boy
up.
Whatever revenge Dante planned for him tomorrow night was nothing. Vergil was
better at hiding his emotions. It would be amusing to watch his twin try to get
a reaction out of him.
Dante was the lucky out of the two to have been pampered by their mother when
the family was forced to separate and hide. No doubt, after Eve's death a few
years ago, Dante had realized he had to toughen up and the brat just wanted to
act tough now that he was starting the life of a merc.
But Dante was right: Vergil did love this about him. The disgusting arrogance
and ignorance; the layers upon layers of enigmas to be explored just under the
surface of his acts - even, for some twisted reason, that likeness to their
father and mother both of which Vergil was devoid. As if Dante was their true
son.
Vergil both hated and loved that about his brother.
Abyss; chaos; the essence of the universe - of man. Even Vergil was not exempt,
much to his despair. He hated Dante, despised him even more for luring his own
brother in with his fiendish wiles and making him do stupid things every night.
He loathed Dante's ignorance, naively enjoying their dangerous little games
without seeing the consequences ahead, without being aware of what thismeant
for them.
But the overwhelming heat that sucked him in was bittersweet, as painful as it
was beautiful. With these dark thoughts Vergil thrust in hard and fast, venting
and surfing a black ocean of blazing lust and passion relinquished, rules and
law drowned in the current of their need for each other.
He was gorgeous, that mischievous Satan writhing beneath him, mouth a gaping
chasm releasing scented moans and pleads for more. Young cheeks glowed bright
and moon-pale hair clung to his sweet face with sweat from their heat. His
white neck swelled from a throat teeming with wanton cries.
Vergil fucked him hard into the mattress, pressing their torsos firmly close,
his length embedded to the hilt inside Dante's squirming hips.
White flames engulfed his mind, his senses. Vergil kissed Dante voraciously and
chanted, "My night. Mine. Mine. Mine," as he came into the pulsing little
crevice gripping him deliciously.
Dante moaned and gasped wildly as he came soon after, wrapping an arm around
Vergil's waist and pulled him down for a languid kiss.
As both rode out their climax, bodies wracked with dying spasms, the fire
between their joined lips dimmed and became an ebbing flow of harsh breaths and
velvety, swollen flesh.
Vergil lay spent beside Dante. His twin brother. His soon-to-be enemy. But
since when was sex exclusive to lovers? If Dante thought that was what they
were because Vergil was tucking back his sweaty locks of hair with deceptive
gentleness, or because Vergil allowed him to caress his shoulder and arm down
to his side, or because Vergil lied his head down on Dante's chest, then the
boy would soon be in for a wake up call. When Vergil finally stood victorious
in his conquest and revealed his true identity, Dante would understand they
were never lovers.
It did not take a minute for Dante to fall asleep. Vergil would not sleep but
watched as the sky grew darker outside the tall, grimy windows overlooking a
dark alley and the fire escape of another dirty, craggy building. The sun had
already dipped behind the sky scrapers towering over the slums from another
district and the first of night began to blanket their world. He was reminded
of Lucifer's journey through chaos in Paradise Lost, reaching the shores of
darkness just before the light. There, the fallen prince had met Chaos and Old
Night, ancestors of all in the universe, even God.
"Where are we going,"his brother had asked.
[FIN]
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