Layover

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Dante's teeth were sharp against his lower lip as he writhed, ever muscle tense and straining. His breath escaped in short, uneven pants as his fingers curled impotently, clutching at the intangible. His eyes were tightly shut, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was a tousled mass about his head, gleaming with each tremor.

Between his raised thighs, Vergil paused only long enough to get a better grip on Dante's hips, then slammed into his twin's body again. He fucked him savagely, impaling him again and again as his own thighs trembled with exertion. The marks of their foreplay were already fading from Dante's skin, vicious bruises yellowing and disappearing even as Vergil's fingers made fresh marks at Dante's hips.

Growling a sound that may have been Dante's name, Vergil fisted a hand around Dante's throbbing cock, finesse gone as he roughly pumped him. Dante's shout was broken, low and breathless, and his hips rocked frantically, trapped by his brother to either side, until orgasm swept over him with a heady rush that left Devil Trigger in the dust. Vergil's groan of completion followed moments later as, with a rapid succession of violent thrusts, he came into the tight glove of his brother's body.

The easy glow of post-coital bliss was abruptly broken by a series of insistent knocks against the opposite side of the wall over their heads.

Grumbling absently at the disturbance, Vergil slid from his twin and the bed and bent to retrieve the discarded sheet. "I knew we should've found a different place."

Dante stretched, legs still splayed with all the modesty of a street merchant selling his wares, and rolled his shoulders with an absent shrug. "I wanted to go home. You're the one who wanted to spend the night."

Vergil pinned his twin with an amused look. "Remember the last time we got on a plane straight after a mission, 'te? You broke the damned lavatory door and got us banned from the airline. The time before that, the ground crew got a great view from the window you pinned me up against."

Dante shrugged again, unperturbed. "It was worth it." He sat up slowly with a contented sigh and patted the mattress next to him. "Come back to bed, Verg."

Vergil lifted an eyebrow, not bothering to mask his grin. "What do I get out of it?"

"A sore ass and no chance at sleep."

"Hm." Vergil rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he considered, then slid his hand over his chest and down his belly until his fingers were curled loosely around his half-erect cock. "You want to fuck me, you mean? I'll have to think about that."

"That was the plan," Dante admitted, eyes following his twin as Vergil folded down into the room's only chair.

Vergil's wrist flicked as he lazily stroked himself, his knees falling apart as he watched Dante through his lashes. "You want to fuck me?" he repeated huskily, his parted knees lifting to display the tight pucker nestled between his buttocks. "You want your cock up my ass?" He smirked tauntingly as two of his fingers mimicked his words, pressing against the opening before sliding within as Vergil shivered and breathed a soft groan. "Do you want me to beg," Vergil asked breathlessly as his fingers began to move, "for more, harder, faster?"

Dante had wrapped a hand around his own stiffening cock without realizing it, and stroked now to the rhythm of Vergil's breathing. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, gaze rapt on Vergil's face. "You feel so fucking incredible, so fucking perfect. I want it to go on forever, I don't ever want to come."

"You know what's good, the way you fuck me until I want to scream." Vergil's head fell back, exposing the pale column of his throat as his hips began to rock in earnest. "I can practically taste it when you come, fucking me like it's the only thing in the world that's real."

It took all of half a second for Dante to be on his knees before Vergil, tearing his hand away and replacing probing fingers with his cock. He entered his twin with a ragged thrust and Vergil arched wantonly, long legs winding around Dante's waist. The rhythm of Dante's hips was frantic and mindless as he pulled Vergil's legs from around his waist and pressed his knees as far apart as they would go. He buried himself to the balls in Vergil, rolling his hips before doing it again.

Vergil's fingers carved canyons in the arms of the chair as he bucked against Dante's thrusts, seeking leverage to embed Dante even more deeply within him. Mewling growls purred unconsciously from his throat as his head thrashed from side to side, sweat beading his brow and his upper lip curling in concentration.

Dante's lips shaped Vergil's name as he fucked him relentlessly. Vergil's cock burned against his belly as he leaned over his twin to bite his exposed throat, reddening the pale flesh.

Vergil's cry was a blur of sounds that could've been nearly anything, but no translation was necessary as his cock spasmed against Dante's belly and jetted milky semen between them. Dante's teeth closed at the juncture of Vergil's neck and shoulder, drawing a whimper and arch from his twin, and he spasmed with his own orgasm, thrusting into Vergil hard enough to slam the chair into the wall as he spilled his seed.

Neither man moved as their breathing slowly evened, until Vergil lifted a hand to idly stroke Dante's hair. Dante brushed a light kiss over the already-fading bitemark at Vergil's shoulder, then sat back with a wry grin. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind."

Vergil chuckled as he slid a leg over Dante's shoulder, stretching contentedly. "You didn't like that?"

"Fuck, no." Dante rubbed his cheek against Vergil's calf, feeling the muscles shifting beneath the smooth skin. "It was great. I just wanted to take more time."

Vergil chuckled again as he slid his feet to the floor and rose, one hand reaching down to caress Dante's cheek. "Bitch, moan, whine, baby. You trying to tell me you aren't up for another?" Eyes gleaming, Vergil bent to lightly bite Dante's ear. "You're losing your touch."

"Verg," Dante said sourly, leaning away from his brother's teasing, "I could be half-dead and you could still make me come, you know that."

- tsuzuku -

Notes and Disclaimers

Devil May Cry is © Capcom Co., Ltd.

Layover requires a fair amount of explanation. First, it deals strictly with information as was provided in the first game. Second, it lives in a world that is one giant in-joke shared with Jo-chan and, as such, has huge gaps of things we'd developed but never actually wrote. Third, Vergil survives, Dante and Trish propagate the species, and Vergil adopts a chupacabra that his nieces name Fluffy. Still doesn't make sense? That's okay.