Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Almost Blind ❯ Chapter 1

Title - Almost Blind
Author - trowacko
Rating - R/NC17
Warnings - angst, twincest
Disclaimers - I do not own Devil May Cry in any way, nor do I make a claim to. No profit, no harm done.
Author's Note - for the prompt, 'Vergil/Dante, cookies, smut'. It was to be a drabble, yet my drabble abilities suffer from an inexplicable affliction that prevents word flow ceasing prior to a thousand words.

"Don't. Move."

Don't move

Without a word, Dante sank away at the familiar whisper, memory so bright and fresh that for a moment, he detected a scent overriding the mustiness of the cave they stood in. Years and years previous, it had been Vergil, always Vergil who led and Dante who always followed. Twin brothers, mere minutes apart, though sometimes those minutes stretched like years; decades...

"You always get to do that." The memory of a ten year old Dante's voice had been surly and his posture matched equally when he looked up at his brother standing on a step stool just to see high enough over the counter where Mother baked. He knew enough not to make a scene when she returned and smiled down at him expectantly. He returned the smile easily enough and took a step back before she could go around Vergil to pick him up. Where he'd get to sit on the counter, not just stand next to it and he didn't deserve the honor when Vergil had been there first.

"Do you want to help?" Eva asked in her 'just for my boys' tone. Dante shook his head. With how oddly the two acted sometimes, she didn't prod further and turned to take more dishes to the sink.

"Can I--" Vergil shot him a look that silenced immediately. It softened almost at once when his brother's hand went into the bowl of cookie dough and pulled a gob free that barely had any chips stuck into it.

"Don't move," he whispered and slipped his fingers into Dante's mouth while watching their mother. Obediently, Dante stood still, all but out of Mother's sight and dutifully licked at Vergil's fingers. Sweetness with tastes of chocolate between. Cookie dough had always been better raw that to keep from missing anything, his tongue moved eagerly, lapped over nails, flesh and knuckles alike. The digits moved in his mouth, dipped under his tongue and across his teeth as though depositing what they could of the dough.

It took over twenty years for a blind boy to see. To recollect in the times before Vergil pulled away that his brother's breath had been shorter, his body rigidly pressed against the countertop...

Older by mere minutes, yet sometimes those minutes stretched.

Dante's eyes snapped open when he felt fingers slide between his parted lips to counterpoint the flash recollection of years previous. Any other time since those fated days, instinct would have dictated he bite against them, expel them by any means. Around them, he tasted his own blood, pumped up from a lung skewered by Vergil's sword and protruding from him like an accusation. He licked against them, nonetheless. Whimpered when two parted to slide up the sides of his tongue to pull blood away and leave the familiar taste of Vergil's flesh behind. His struggling heart beat quicker, forcing blood that much quicker through the wounds, yet Dante didn't care. The phantom taste left him hollow when Vergil pulled his fingers free that Dante's voice emitted something lost and broken to entreat them back.

"You haven't forgotten."

An accusation, amusement; Dante didn't know which prevailed, though neither could have negated the truth of what Vergil said. He had forgotten a lot, but not the things between brothers. Not of being children, or that first sweet taste masked behind something as simple as cookies.

"Don't do this to

me

us. Vergil - you can't."

The laugh that Vergil uttered lacked amusement. His hands slid over Dante's clutched at the blade's edges. They slid up the shaft leaving a trail of twin's blood in the wake until Vergil's left Dante's to grasp the shaft in his wounded hands.

"I never did it alone," was all he returned before he jerked the sword free to be tossed away. His fingers took the place of the weapon to keep Dante upright. "I never will." Vergil streaked blood down Dante's cheeks and across his lips before they were caught up in a kiss. The blood felt cold so soon after leaving his brother's body only to stick to his flesh as though still alive. He turned his head away from Vergil, succeeding only in letting their blood mingle when Vergil's tongue managed to slip between his parted lips. The taste was nothing like their youth, nothing sweet or cherished. Now it tasted slick and pungent, flesh and fluid intermingled.

Joined - all but fused when Dante shrugged to assist in the coat being pulled from his body. Related by more than the product of a legendary father and an equally intriguing mother. When his pants were tugged and ripped to drop free, he hadn't realized he did the same to his brother until he had Vergil's cock in his hand and his brother moved forward to grind their bodies together. He moaned when Vergil pried his legs open and slipped easily into the space. It was impossible to refute what happened - what was happening - when he accepted his brother, silently begged by touch and kiss and blood alike. Dante wanted it just as much and he silently cursed his twin who knew it only too well despite the lost years upon years upon…

They had been separated for a mere two decades, yet oh, how those years had stretched...

*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's insane*