Fan Fiction ❯ The More Interesting Lessons in Life ❯ The More Interesting Lessons in Life. ( Chapter 1 )

The More Interesting Lessons in Life

 

A/N: Save the best for…first? Yep, pholks, this would be the tale of Vergil and My own first time. In quasi-response to Aryun's challenge at aff.nexcess.net. The lyrics are by System of a Down, this would be their song: Chop Suey!. (They're in bold.) And keep your noses clean, people, we were only sixteen when this took place.

 

 

Wake up!

 

Vergil was awake, and all he could hear was his idiot brother in the next room, being simply awake.

 

Get a brush and put on a little makeup!

 

Huh? The last line was incomprehensible over the stereo, drums, and Dante's loud, raucous singing. Vergil sighed dully and rolled over, burying his head between two pillows.

 

…

 

…Why don't you trust in my self-righteous suicide? I cry when angels deserve to die.

 

Vergil groaned aloud, his voice lost over the eight-inch sub woofer. He flipped over, abandoning sleep altogether. Ripping the alarm clock out of the wall, he flung it towards the offending noise. It bounced harmlessly off the opposite wall with another loud crash that made him flinch. Sighing for the umpteenth time that night, he closed his eyes and counted.

 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-

 

WAKE UP!

 

This time he let out a shout of frustration, rocketing out of bed and landing soundly on his feet.

The door burst open on its hinges, scattering the lost contents behind it into a corner. The resident of the Warzone of a room didn't hear it, or chose not to. (Guess which.) Vergil glowered irately from the doorway, furious eyes settling on the form perched behind the set of drums. He stormed across the room, crunching things underfoot and truly not caring. He stopped directly in front of Dante, who was still oblivious. Vergil directed his attention to the stereo playing the INCREDIBLY loud song, and more specifically, its cord.

 

Father into your hands, I commend my spirit.

Father into your hands, why have you forsaken me?

In your eyes forsaken me.

In your thoughts forsaken me.

In your heart-

 

The cord was ripped bodily from the wall, and Dante kept right on singing, a stray tabby caturwaling on the neighbors' fence. Vergil almost howled too; it was nearly worse without the music!

“Dante! DANTE!!” Dante paused, drumstick in hand comically, and stared up dazedly at the seething Vergil. He blinked. Vergil took the pause as a sign from God, and plucked the drumstick from his brother's hand, flinging it behind him. It took the younger of the two a moment to soak in reality.

“…Hey! Give that back!” he started, letting his arm drop.

“I can't. It is lost on your death trap floor. Never to be seen again. Ever.” The last word Vergil spoke was in a deadly low whisper. Dante ignored it and growled.

“Why don't your get your gay-ass outta here and go mess with your femme boyfriend.” In less than a second, Vergil had vaulted over the drums and pinned his twin to the ground. His eyes flashed dangerously.

“First. Don't you ever, ever, call me that again. Understand?” Wide eyed, Dante could only nod. “Good.” Vergil let go and sat back on the padded seat, leaving Dante in a dazed heap on the floor. Verge softened a bit. “Second…He isn't here. We broke up.” There was a slight droop in his demeanor. Straightening himself up, Dante sat in front of his twin. He absently stroked his leg.

“Um… Sorry.” He didn't sound too sincere. Vergil debated between cuffing him or rolling his eyes. He chose the latter.

“No you're not.” Dante met his gaze, a sheepish grin caught on his face.

“Ok. Ok. But he was a little…”

“Fruity.” They both said as one, then Vergil crept down to kneel between his brother's legs. Dante didn't move; he was used to this close contact with Vergil. Just the previous summer, Verge had helped him find his own wild streak, buried somewhere between “HotArmyGuys” and “RedOctober”. And then there was the infamous Kissing Lesson. Ah yes-

Dante was snapped out of his reminiscing by Vergil's hard stare boring into his skull. He didn't shrink back, but blinked confusedly at Vergil's next statement.

“Maybe I should try you. Gotta tell me what's right and what's wrong.” Without hesitation, he surged forward and pinned Dante with pressing, eager lips. His eyes widened a bit and he pushed back, but found himself caught between a rock and a hard Vergil. Reluctantly, he slipped his tongue out past his lips, meeting Vergil's with uncertainty. Had better get this over with. They'd have to break for air sooner or later, right?

Their tongues clashed in his mouth, battling for dominance. But, yes, they eventually unmeshed, Vergil's ragged breath steaming down on Dante's face. Somewhere, deep inside, Dante got some satisfaction out of having this effect on his twin. But in no time, his uncertainty squashed it, and he didn't even bother to meet his brother's gaze.

He made him, however, bringing a delicate hand up to stroke a few strands of snow white hair away from his mouth.

“Verge…” He murmured to his lap, leaning into the touch. He paused, trying and failing to fix his brother with his own stare. “I…m'sorry I woke you up.” He mentally kicked himself. Why was he suddenly so ashamed to face his older brother? Vergil reached up with the other hand, cupping Dante's face and forcing him to look.

“It's ok. Suddenly, I'm glad you did.” Dante immediately hooked on the double entendre, a deep blush making itself known on his cheeks. Vergil chuckled, breathing on his face again. Dante held his own breath, as he leaned in close for another brief, nearly platonic kiss.

And then all rational thought fled the scene of the crime. Faces still inches apart, Vergil took his hand away. Moments later, the metallic rasp of a zipper being undone was heard, then Dante felt his own hand gingerly plucked from his lap and placed over something warm. And wet. And rock-hard. Dante let out a startled sound of the `eep' calibur, but did not pull his hand away. He found himself looking straight into his brother's eyes, now a dark smoke color. In a husky voice, Vergil whispered in his ear:

“See how hard I am? See how hard you've made me? …Can you feel it, crying for you?” Dante gulped and nervously ran the pad of his thumb over the head, indeed spreading droplets of pre-cum. Vergil let out a breathy sigh, then focused more piercingly than ever at his twin. “Then…what do you intend to do about it?”

Dante let his eyes drift shut for a moment. Then he surged forward, sending the seat skidding and tipping over a snare as he shoved Vergil down and straddled his thighs. He smiled decadently. With no grace or finesse at all, he gave Vergil's hard cock a quick pump. Vergil groaned aloud. As his cue, Dante started to furiously fist and stroke his cock, having nothing to base on other than Vergil's illicit moans and cries. Finally, Vergil jerked back, and Dante found himself suddenly underneath his twin. RIIIIIIP. His boxers-the sole article of clothing- were sent flying. He was sprawled, completely naked under Vergil's nude form, the very vision of erotica. Vergil's eyes ravaged the body beneath him, worshiping the darkened flesh, the tawny nipples, and-. He stopped at his partner's aching cock.

“Oh. My. God. You're…pierced!? Dad would KILL you if he knew!!!” Dante mustered a wicked grin.

“Shhh. It'll be our….big….secret.” Vergil too smirked. Just before spreading Dante's legs and exposing his tight little ass. Dante's eyes widened in realization, and he hurried out: “Wait! Verge…I don't have anything…to, um…” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his younger brother's sudden lack of words as he lazily circled the tight flesh with one finger. Dante moaned and arched his back off the floor.

“Don't worry. You've sorta made your own.” Once again, he guided Dante's hand to the pre-cum glistening on his shaft. D was beyond words as he felt a steady hand close around his own aching, dripping cock and slide up to collect the beads of pre at the head. Vergil leaned down and kissed his twin passionately, relaxing his lover enough to slip one finger inside. Dante moaned loudly into Vergil's mouth, slamming his ass down on the invading digit. They broke apart, Dante panting and Verge letting slip a low, deep moan. Neither moved. Finally, Dante wriggled a bit, testing the feel. He almost groaned again. The feeling of his twin's fine boned finger was startlingly incredible, but he needed something a bit more…substantial.

“Verge. Forget it. Need you. NOW!” He panted, trying to stop himself from squirming. Vergil drew his hand away.

“It'll hurt-“

“I DUN' CARE!!! FUCK ME!” Dante yelled, ending it with a pulse-pounding kiss. Without another word, Vergil had a grip on Dante's frantically bucking hips, and he positioned his rock hard cock at his brother's virginal entrance. Resisting the urge to slam into that sweet, willing body, he pushed the head of his arousal past the ring of muscle. Dante shouted furiously and rammed down, impaling himself fully.

The sensations flooded the two intertwined. Hot walls of muscle clamped around Vergil. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he forced himself not to spill his seed into that ass. Not yet.

A pleasurable pain seeped into Dante's every nerve, and he screamed again. Vergil was big; too big; just right. Verge locked into place, too stunned to move. For a long moment, they stayed like that, harsh breathing caressing the other's face. He was tight like nothing Vergil had ever felt.

Finally Dante whimpered and bucked. Startled out of ecstasy, Vergil pulled out, drawing cries of protest from the lithe body beneath him, then pushed back into the incredible heat. Slowly. Growling, Dante bucked again and wrapped his legs around verge's waist, sending him impossibly further into his ass. Verge got the message loud and clear. The pace picked up. He gave up trying to be gentle and slammed hard into his body. Each thrust brought moans from both, and Vergil found himself fighting a losing battle over his pure instinct.

Wrenching away and smashing wildly back in, they neared completion by the second. Vergil's stomach clenched. He angled his harsh pistons so that each time, the head of his dick jabbed Dante's pleasure spot. They were moaning in the throws of every new sensation, every amazing tsunami of pleasure. Verge reached between their sweat-slicked bodies, and their lips met ferociously as he pumped Dante's neglected shaft. Their muscles flexed and worked themselves to exertion, until finally, with a harsh cry, Dante shot searing hot cum over their bellies. His inner walls clenched almost painfully and moments later, Vergil joined him, pumping him full of his seed while still slamming into the lax body before him. He continued to, until he at last collapsed limply onto Dante. He moaned incomprehensible things into his twin's neck, as Dante lay too exhausted for words.

Wave after excruciating wave of pure pleasure finally receded. Gathering his last bit of strength, and Dante, into his arms, he stood shakily and padded to his clean, quiet room. He believed the key to shutting Dante up, now, would be to simply wear him down.

But all the night long, Dante's skin tingled with the last words his brother had spoken to him.

 

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou…”