Fan Fiction ❯ The Surprise ❯ The Surprise ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Date created: March 28, 2005 at 3 AM
Title: The Surprise
Author: DaGoat
Genre: One-shot, and PWP is an understatement. The entire fic contains nothing more than foreplay, sex, sex, and more sex!
Warnings: Very much an NC-17 rated fic. If you are not looking for porn or something like it, then this is not the fic for you. I cannot emphasize this enough.
There is Dante X Vergil slash, with Dante being the seme. Therefore, if you are not inclined towards Vergil-uke, I suggest you leave. There is also an abuse of foodstuffs.
Archived: Mediaminer.org, and perhaps others in the future.
Feedback: But of course.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or it’s gorgeous male characters.
Author notes: This fic is dedicated to Alichino, to whom I give many thanks for reading it over and telling me what was extremely vulgar. It is still quite vulgar, and was even more so before I edited out some of the extremely tasteless tidbits.





The Surprise



“Mmmm…”

Vergil opened his eyes and was greeted with warmth and sunshine. The window shutters of the bedroom behind the office he shared with his brother were open, allowing the light to come in full force - both blinding and wonderful at the same time. Vergil stretched slightly and patted close a yawn before letting his gaze travel downward, to where his twin lay. Or had been lying.
The spot on the bed beside him was empty. Which was a darn shame, Vergil thought with a mental grumble, because he was in the mood for morning sex. It was also sort of strange that Dante should be out of bed so early, considering it was one of their days off from their rather unconventional little business of hunting and slaying demons. Usually, his brother had to be persuaded extensively before agreeing to rise before ten o’clock on such days. Not that he was complaining, of course, since his interruption of Dante’s rest was paid back to him in a very nice manner indeed.
After finally extracting his mind out of the gutter, Vergil returned his attention to finding the whereabouts of his twin. He was obviously not in the room, and there was no sound of him in the office, either - no patter of papers or his voice on the phone…
With a disappointed sigh, Vergil got out of bed, his feet thumping softly on the wooden floor as he stood. His plans of ambushing Dante and coercing him into some morning activity would have to go unrealized, it seemed.
Taking a towel from the small stand beside the bed, he draped it around his hips. He didn’t want to get dressed quite yet, but at the same time, he was not about to go around the place naked - he had more modesty than Dante, at least. His lover would probably walk the streets wearing absolutely nothing if allowed to do so. It was another one of the other’s quirks that he did not mind at all, so long as they were alone.
He padded softly out of the bedroom to the area in which the couches were located, sectioned off of the main office by a small divide.
He was just bending over to get the newspaper on one sofa seat, when - suddenly, he was pushed face first into the cushion of the seat, the rest of his body sprawled laterally on the long sofa. Before he could react, a second body was flung over the sofa on top of him. A soft chuckle muffled by the back of his shoulder revealed the identity of his attacker.

“DANTE!” he snarled.

Vergil writhed furiously, trying to dislodge the form on top of him. But Dante just chuckled again and wrapped his arms fully around his twin so that Vergil’s arms were pinned to the sides of his body. They lay like that for a few moments, Vergil trying to catch his breath and calm his racing pulse, and Dante simply waiting, bemused.

“Good morning,” came Dante’s voice after awhile, alive with humour and a hint of something else.

“You were just -waiting- for me to come out of the bedroom, weren’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and the way Vergil said the words made Dante sound like some unsavoury creature in a swamp, awaiting its next victim.
“Hmmm…” Dante pretended to think before replying, “I can’t say for sure. Maybe the sight of a hot, half-naked man walking around in my office just got the better of me.”

He raised himself off of Vergil slightly just so that he could flip his twin over to face him before pushing his body back down again. The towel that had been tucked around Vergil’s hips was dislodged by this and it flapped uselessly open. His biting retort was stopped in his throat, and it turned into a low gasp as his nether regions were rubbed against Dante’s leather clad ones.
So, Dante had actually bothered to get at least partially dressed, though he usually never did on days like this. Whether it was for this specific intent, Vergil did not know. But he did not have time to ponder the matter, for Dante had bent his head so that his lips were right above Vergil’s ear, his tongue flickering out to lick the tender area behind it.
All thoughts were immediately cut short by this one action, though the warrior somewhere in the back of Vergil’s lust-fogged mind protested slightly at his having succumbed so easily to Dante’s ministrations.
And then Dante just stopped doing anything.
Which infuriated Vergil supremely, of course, because now he was needy beyond return and had to fight the urge to whine. Instead, he gave a small huff, and Dante withdrew slightly, so that he was eye to eye with the other. His face was now just millimetres away - Vergil could feel Dante’s hot breath on his lips and cheeks, and that sensation combined with the feel of his brother’s hardness against his own was driving him slowly mad.
Dante leaned forward and captured Vergil’s lips in a chaste, gentle kiss - one which Vergil could not deepen because his arms were still pinned to his sides, therefore preventing him from dragging Dante’s head down further.

“I made breakfast.”

Dante’s lips were at his ear again, and Vergil suppressed a sound of surprise. Since when did his little brother get up early on their day off, get dressed and make breakfast?

“I wanted to surprise you.” Dante continued, unable to see his twin’s expression, which would have told him everything he needed to know.

“And surprise me you did.”

His second intelligible sentence of the day, since the Attack of Dante.

“What, I’m not allowed to do something nice for my lover?”

Dante tried to sound miffed, but it was cloaked in pleasure. It was so hard to please his twin - besides during the time they were having sex, of course - that Dante was proud as punch. He relinquished his hold around Vergil’s upper body and captured his lips again, more aggressively this time, giving a little mock growl as he did so.

“My lover, my brother, and my last relative on the planet?” He continued after breaking away.

He locked eyes with the other, actually managing to look serious before the moment was ended by Vergil’s small snort.

“Cut the mush, you’re killing me with it. I have no idea how to handle a romantic Dante. And now…” he looked to where their bodies were still meshed, and continued, “…Are you going to screw me, or feed me?”

“Which would you prefer?”

“I would like it if you finished what you started.”

“But then breakfast will get cold. I made pancakes, eggs and bacon…and we also have strawberries and whipped cream,” he added as an afterthought.

“It sounds absolutely sumptuous…Dante. I have an idea.”

“Hell yeah. I see what you mean.”

“I’ll eat the cooked food later, just because you made it, my dear Devil.”

“Mmm, and I love you for it. Just a sec.”

With some effort, Dante removed himself from Vergil’s body, and then trudged to the fridge. He opened it, picked out the can of whipped cream and the small container of freshly washed strawberries, then shut it carelessly, mind and body already going back to the sofa upon which his brother lay nude. Needless to say, Vergil was quite a feast for the eyes, and would taste wonderful with the strawberries and cream.
Dante stripped himself of his pants before resettling himself on top of the other. There was no need for them anymore - his goal to surprise and please his brother was working better than he expected. The pants would be nothing more than a hindrance once he got Vergil worked back up to that needy state again, and this time, he did not want to make him wait.
Dante put the container of strawberries down on the floor beside the sofa for easy access before extracting a single fruit. He then topped it with whipped cream, and, putting the pointed end of the strawberry in his mouth, offered it to his brother.
His hands finally free to do what he wanted; Vergil buried his hands into Dante’s hair and dragged his brother’s mouth down to meet his.
The poor fruit didn’t stand a chance - the twins crushed it between their mouths, sharing it, devouring most of the whipped cream and solid pulp. Quite a bit of the juice managed to escape, though, and it leaked down the side of Vergil’s mouth and past his chin to drizzle over his neck and chest. Dante was all too happy to clean it up, licking the juice off of his brother’s body, taking the opportunity to fasten his lips around a nipple when working around Vergil’s chest.
Vergil moaned and arched, his hands buried deep in Dante‘s hair. The other began to move his mouth back upwards, alternating soft kisses with licks along Vergil’s collarbone, following the trail of strawberry juice to his pulse point. There he applied teeth, tongue and lips to suck at what he knew was an especially vulnerable area, causing his brother to thrash and groan.

“Dante,” Vergil moaned, voice low and breathy.

“Nnnnh?” Dante’s lips nuzzled at the newly formed mark on his lover’s neck.

“Please. Hurry up…don’t make me wait.”

“Vergil, this is just the first strawberry. Don’t tell me you’re already losing control. Besides…” he plucked yet another strawberry from the container by the sofa, “I have quite a few more plans for us this morning.”

With that, he popped the fruit into his mouth and chewed a few times, mashing it slightly, before taking Vergil’s head into his hands and kissing him soundly.
They passed the fruit pulp back and forth amongst their tongues; not so much battling for dominance -it was obvious who was in control, now- as savouring the strawberry and each other. This time, their lips were so tightly pressed together that not a single drop of juice escaped.
When they finally parted for breath, Dante allowed Vergil to roll back onto his stomach and then manoeuvred himself so that he knelt between the other’s legs. Inwardly, he was quite surprised at how good Vergil was being; his lover hadn’t tried to get back at Dante in any way, nor had he questioned the other’s dominance. And now that Vergil was utterly vulnerable and exposed, Dante saw no way in which he could possibly retaliate.
Using the can of whipped cream, he sprayed his name vertically on the form before him, the ‘D’ at the nape of Vergil’s neck, and the last letter, the ‘E’ on his brother’s ass. Dante smirked, admiring his handiwork. Beneath him, Vergil was doing his best not to scream. The shocking cold of the cream alone was almost enough to make him jerk upright from the sofa. Did Dante -dare- make him wait?
Luckily for both him and Dante, the urge to just get up form where he was and relieve himself was quelled a few moments later by his lover’s hot, wet tongue, which whisked away the cream-formed letters on his body, travelling down further and further to where the last letter lay.
Here, Dante hesitated, (damn he was doing that a lot today) and an impatient Vergil arched so that his cream-covered rear was presented an inch from his brother’s face.

“Finish it,” he hissed in a low, rough voice he barely recognized as his own.

Not one to refuse such an invitation, Dante obediently grasped Vergil’s hips and lowered his face to lick the last letter off of his brother’s ass. After licking each of the cheeks clean, he ran his tongue down the crevice between them where some of the cream had begun to drip. He then came to the small, tender orifice of Vergil’s ass and pushed into it, causing his twin to growl deep in his throat and arch back even further, forcing Dante’s tongue deeper into him. Dante thrust it in and out, using a great deal of saliva to make sure Vergil was thoroughly wet. After awhile of this, Dante decided to do something extra special, and he transferred his attention to his brother’s neglected organ.
Vergil’s eyes widened in shock as tight, wet heat engulfed him. His little brother was chock full of surprises today, he thought with what was left of his rational mind. His lover rarely went down on him; usually it was just quick prep and then penetration. Hot, mind-blowing penetration, of course - but for some strange reason, they skipped most of the oratory activities.

“Nnnnn…” he moaned, clutching at the arm of the sofa, as he was unable to touch Dante due to his position.

And there was that tongue again; it swirled around the tip of his erection before plummeting down the side of his length to caress his balls, leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake. Every movement of that hot mouth drove Vergil higher and higher, closer and closer towards his peak. Which was going to happen without Dante, if he kept this up.

“Dante!” he moaned, “…I’m going to…”

“It’s alright, I want you to.” Dante paused to say before fastening his lips on the head of Vergil’s cock and sucking furiously.
That was the last straw. Vergil growled as he came, flooding his younger brother’s mouth with slick, hot seed. Dante took it all into his mouth, but didn’t swallow - instead, he sat back and let some of it drizzle out from the corner of his mouth and onto his own hardness, whose head was leaking precome.
Meanwhile, Vergil had turned on his back again of his own accord, exhausted, and he watched with heavy lidded eyes as his brother stroked come over his rock-hard erection.
Now thoroughly slick, Dante lunged forward to claim Vergil’s lips again, forcing what was left of the still-hot semen into the other’s mouth. They shared a collective moan, their mouths full of the taste of each other and themselves.
Dante withdrew, and, locking eyes with his older brother, inserted one finger into his wet cleft. Another groan tore it’s way from Vergil’s throat; he closed his eyes, and Dante pulled his finger almost all the way out, using the others to caress the twitching muscle before pressing forward again. He repeated the same process once more before adding a second finger, pushing in and pulling back out.
Vergil started when he heard Dante’s voice in his ear.

“Down on your knees,” he whispered, his voice husky with need.

Vergil did so without protest, flipping over so that his arms bore the majority of his weight, his knees spread slightly apart. Wordlessly, Dante parted them further so that that he could move between them. Strong hands spread Vergil’s ass as Dante rubbed his slickened length against the entrance. Vergil sucked in breath through gritted teeth as Dante’s fingers swiftly delved back inside. He spread his fingers, opening Vergil wide enough to push the head of his penis past the ring of muscle. He grasped his brother’s hips as he did so, and gave his twin a split second to brace himself before driving himself fully into the trembling form beneath him. A cry wrenched itself from Vergil as he tried to adjust to the other’s girth. Dante seemed to penetrate his very core - he was so very large, hot and heavy. Vergil gasped harshly for breath, tongue darting out to moisten dry lips as he awaited the next thrust. Dante pulled away momentarily, and then used his grip on Vergil’s hips to drive him backwards onto his cock. His thrusts became hard and frantic, and low sounds escaped them both as Dante buried himself deep inside of his brother. A hand slipped down to caress Vergil's renewed erection,and for the next few moments there was no sound in the room, save for their groans and the slap of flesh against flesh. Vergil felt Dante’s sweaty chest against his back as he shifted slightly to settle against him. A fine tremor ran through his twin’s body, a sure sign that his lover was fast approaching his peak.
Dante ground his pelvis against Vergil’s rear, trying to get as deep as he could manage, even as his hot release doused the spasming walls clamped tightly around his cock. A few quick strokes on Vergil’s own erection brought him over the edge as well, and he came, his release spurting over his chest and the sofa. Thank goodness it was leather.

“Mmmmmm,” Dante moaned into Vergil’s ear as he withdrew and collapsed on top of him, “…that was magnificent.”

“Very much so, and you did all of the work. Thank you, love.”

Vergil was in a very good mood now, and as Dante turned the other’s body to face him, he was rewarded with a rare, beautiful smile. Dante grinned back wolfishly, and he helped Vergil sit up on the sofa as their lips met in a tender kiss.

“Now how about some breakfast?…Or, should I say, brunch,” he asked, glancing at the clock. It was nearly half past eleven.

“You get it, if you would please, Dante. Right now I doubt my ability to move. And after we eat, you will help me clean up.” So saying, he gestured towards the come-coated couch, giving Dante a mock glare.

His brother merely rolled his eyes.

“Of course, your highness.”

“And then we shall shower.”

Vergil turned away from Dante to collect the towel which had pooled onto the floor sometime during their lovemaking, entirely missing the decidedly evil glint that stole into his brother’s eyes at the mention of the word ‘shower’. Oblivious, he handed the container of strawberries and the can of whipped cream to the younger.
With a light step and a whistle, Dante walked back to what served as the kitchen area to collect their breakfast and put away the strawberries and cream.
Would Vergil ever be in for a surprise when he stepped in the bathroom...

~Fin~


End notes: I may continue with the shower, but I will first need considerable encouragement to do so. This is the first fic I have ever written in my entire life, as well as the first lemon. And what a vulgar, hard-core lemon it is. *shudder* Well, there is a first time for everything, and I will attempt to tone down the vulgarity for my next fic.
I'm thinking to write something nice and sweet.

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