Fan Fiction ❯ The Surprise ❯ Reconciliation ( Chapter 2 )
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By: DaGoat 
A wonderful morning is almost ruined by a tiny little problem. What could it be, and why is Vergil so upset?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
A wonderful morning is almost ruined by a tiny little problem. What could it be, and why is Vergil so upset?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
WDate created: April 04, 2005, at 11:26 PM
Title: Reconciliation
Author: DaGoat
Genre: A series of stories that can both stand alone and go together. An arc, if you will. TWT and AU, mild angst and sap.
Warnings: PG-13 for references to sex and nudity, as well as one graphic detail. Slight OOC, but keep in mind that the DMC characters’ personalities are greatly influenced by their circumstances.
Archived: Mediaminer.org, Fanfiction.net
Feedback: Who doesn’t want it?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em.
Dedicated to Alichino, as before.
“Vergil…? Vergil, are you alright?”
There was no reply. This was worrisome for Dante, who knew that silence spoke volumes, especially when dealing with Vergil.
“Damn it, Vergil, answer me!”
Nothing. In frustration, Dante pounded his fist on the bathroom door. This time, he heard a choking sound, and then a muffled curse.
“What do you think, you bastard?” The reply was growled out from within the bathroom. Dante winced. “Were you trying to kill me or something? You know my stomach can’t handle raw foods, especially eggs.”
“Well, it wasn’t entirely my fault. The instructions said to…”
“Fuck the instructions!” Vergil swore. Dante bit his lip. He knew he was in a lot of trouble. Heck, anyone who was half acquainted with his older brother knew how angry Vergil had to be when he swore.
“Bloody hell,” Dante muttered under his breath. Everything had been going well until now. The whipped cream and strawberries he had used during their morning sex had worked better than expected, and Dante had been eager to show the other some new things during shower time. How could he have known that the breakfast he had made was half uncooked? It had looked just as it did in the picture, and perhaps a little bit better. With a sigh, he leaned back against the bathroom door and closed his eyes. There was nothing he could do now but wait until his brother calmed down, after which he could begin the reconciliatory process.
Dante started when the door swung inwards, taking away his support and leaving him momentarily off balance. He turned around quickly, and was greeted by the sight of a slightly green but otherwise refreshed Vergil. Dante moved to apologize, but was brushed off by one of Vergil’s cold glares as the other began to stalk in the direction of their bedroom.
He hasn’t showered, Dante realized as he looked after the retreating form. His gaze moved down the length of the other’s still slick, nude body, to settle on the come trickling down his inner thighs. Dante felt his organ begin to stir again, and had to force himself to look away. Not now, he told himself. But he knew that his firm resolve to leave his older brother to cool off was starting to crack.
“You haven’t had a shower yet,” he called.
Vergil did not stop walking. “Go ahead. I’ll wait until you’re finished,” he said over his shoulder.
Vergil’s voice was calm now, but it did not fool Dante. His older brother would probably shut himself up in their room and sulk for hours. Gods almighty, why did he have to take everything so seriously?
It was then that Dante considered that Vergil might have thought that he had done it on purpose. It would be the kind of thing that he would do, after all, setting Vergil up like that. That would explain why his older brother was so upset. Dante mentally cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. He should have taken into account that Vergil was still vulnerable when it came to matters of the heart.
All the more reason to not leave the other alone, then.
The thoughts came and surmised themselves in a span of two seconds; Vergil had not yet reached the bedroom at the end of the long hallway when he was through. Without another moment’s hesitation, Dante broke into a full speed run, arriving at the door in under a second, just as his brother was about to open it. His hand shot out to grab the other’s wrist, stopping Vergil from twisting the doorknob.
The older twin’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then he snarled and snatched his arm away.
“Brat! Can’t you just leave me alone?!”
“Not if you’re going to lock yourself up and sulk for the rest of the day.” Then Dante’s voice dropped a notch, and he said more quietly, “You should know that this morning wasn’t on purpose. I love you too much to do a thing like that to you.”
Vergil looked away from his younger brother and frowned. “I know…but sometimes I doubt myself.” Looking back at Dante, he continued, “Sometimes I don’t fully understand why you would want to be with someone like me.”
Dante quickly opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Vergil’s slender fingers on his lips. “Hush. Hear me out first.” Vergil lowered his arm before continuing to speak. “Most times I think that you would be better of without me. I can’t seem to take a joke, no matter if it was accidental, even during my best moods, as was proved this morning. Furthermore…” He glared at Dante, because the other had opened his mouth again, “I’m not the most affectionate person, and, well, affection is something that you seem to crave. It is in your nature. What you need, I think, is a loving woman who can take care of you, give you children and make you happy.” He then fell abruptly silent, but continued to look steadily at Dante, as if challenging him to suggest otherwise.
Dante took the bait.
“Am I allowed to speak now?” A nod of acquiescence from the other.
“Good. Because I obviously will have to talk a lot to get that silly idea of getting Dante off with some woman out of your head. Firstly, I don’t give a damn if you can’t take a joke. Also, I really don’t agree with this not-being-able-to give-enough-affection thing. You do give it to me, perhaps more subtly and less often than what I would like, but in the end it is more gratifying than anything a slobbering, love-struck woman could say. Finally…” Dante moved closer to the other until their faces were almost touching. “Finally,” he said again, “You’re my best friend, my brother, my lover, my comrade-in-arms, and my everything. I don’t care what you think I need; I know that I need you, and only you. You are often as prickly as a cactus and bull-stubborn to boot, but if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be who you are.”
He held the other’s gaze for a moment after he finished, letting the words sink in, then slowly pulled Vergil to him. Finding no resistance, he took a chance and closed the scant space between their mouths. The kiss was soft and gentle, and it held a sweetness that reminded Dante of their first time together.
“Now,” Dante breathed when they parted slowly, “I do believe that we have a shower to take.”
~End chapter~
End notes: Whew! That was my sad attempt at something with mild angst and sap. The actual shower will take place in the next instalment. I am still trying to devise something clever and kinky for them to do. Any suggestions? Thanks!
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Title: Reconciliation
Author: DaGoat
Genre: A series of stories that can both stand alone and go together. An arc, if you will. TWT and AU, mild angst and sap.
Warnings: PG-13 for references to sex and nudity, as well as one graphic detail. Slight OOC, but keep in mind that the DMC characters’ personalities are greatly influenced by their circumstances.
Archived: Mediaminer.org, Fanfiction.net
Feedback: Who doesn’t want it?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em.
Dedicated to Alichino, as before.
“Vergil…? Vergil, are you alright?”
There was no reply. This was worrisome for Dante, who knew that silence spoke volumes, especially when dealing with Vergil.
“Damn it, Vergil, answer me!”
Nothing. In frustration, Dante pounded his fist on the bathroom door. This time, he heard a choking sound, and then a muffled curse.
“What do you think, you bastard?” The reply was growled out from within the bathroom. Dante winced. “Were you trying to kill me or something? You know my stomach can’t handle raw foods, especially eggs.”
“Well, it wasn’t entirely my fault. The instructions said to…”
“Fuck the instructions!” Vergil swore. Dante bit his lip. He knew he was in a lot of trouble. Heck, anyone who was half acquainted with his older brother knew how angry Vergil had to be when he swore.
“Bloody hell,” Dante muttered under his breath. Everything had been going well until now. The whipped cream and strawberries he had used during their morning sex had worked better than expected, and Dante had been eager to show the other some new things during shower time. How could he have known that the breakfast he had made was half uncooked? It had looked just as it did in the picture, and perhaps a little bit better. With a sigh, he leaned back against the bathroom door and closed his eyes. There was nothing he could do now but wait until his brother calmed down, after which he could begin the reconciliatory process.
Dante started when the door swung inwards, taking away his support and leaving him momentarily off balance. He turned around quickly, and was greeted by the sight of a slightly green but otherwise refreshed Vergil. Dante moved to apologize, but was brushed off by one of Vergil’s cold glares as the other began to stalk in the direction of their bedroom.
He hasn’t showered, Dante realized as he looked after the retreating form. His gaze moved down the length of the other’s still slick, nude body, to settle on the come trickling down his inner thighs. Dante felt his organ begin to stir again, and had to force himself to look away. Not now, he told himself. But he knew that his firm resolve to leave his older brother to cool off was starting to crack.
“You haven’t had a shower yet,” he called.
Vergil did not stop walking. “Go ahead. I’ll wait until you’re finished,” he said over his shoulder.
Vergil’s voice was calm now, but it did not fool Dante. His older brother would probably shut himself up in their room and sulk for hours. Gods almighty, why did he have to take everything so seriously?
It was then that Dante considered that Vergil might have thought that he had done it on purpose. It would be the kind of thing that he would do, after all, setting Vergil up like that. That would explain why his older brother was so upset. Dante mentally cursed himself for being so inconsiderate. He should have taken into account that Vergil was still vulnerable when it came to matters of the heart.
All the more reason to not leave the other alone, then.
The thoughts came and surmised themselves in a span of two seconds; Vergil had not yet reached the bedroom at the end of the long hallway when he was through. Without another moment’s hesitation, Dante broke into a full speed run, arriving at the door in under a second, just as his brother was about to open it. His hand shot out to grab the other’s wrist, stopping Vergil from twisting the doorknob.
The older twin’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then he snarled and snatched his arm away.
“Brat! Can’t you just leave me alone?!”
“Not if you’re going to lock yourself up and sulk for the rest of the day.” Then Dante’s voice dropped a notch, and he said more quietly, “You should know that this morning wasn’t on purpose. I love you too much to do a thing like that to you.”
Vergil looked away from his younger brother and frowned. “I know…but sometimes I doubt myself.” Looking back at Dante, he continued, “Sometimes I don’t fully understand why you would want to be with someone like me.”
Dante quickly opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Vergil’s slender fingers on his lips. “Hush. Hear me out first.” Vergil lowered his arm before continuing to speak. “Most times I think that you would be better of without me. I can’t seem to take a joke, no matter if it was accidental, even during my best moods, as was proved this morning. Furthermore…” He glared at Dante, because the other had opened his mouth again, “I’m not the most affectionate person, and, well, affection is something that you seem to crave. It is in your nature. What you need, I think, is a loving woman who can take care of you, give you children and make you happy.” He then fell abruptly silent, but continued to look steadily at Dante, as if challenging him to suggest otherwise.
Dante took the bait.
“Am I allowed to speak now?” A nod of acquiescence from the other.
“Good. Because I obviously will have to talk a lot to get that silly idea of getting Dante off with some woman out of your head. Firstly, I don’t give a damn if you can’t take a joke. Also, I really don’t agree with this not-being-able-to give-enough-affection thing. You do give it to me, perhaps more subtly and less often than what I would like, but in the end it is more gratifying than anything a slobbering, love-struck woman could say. Finally…” Dante moved closer to the other until their faces were almost touching. “Finally,” he said again, “You’re my best friend, my brother, my lover, my comrade-in-arms, and my everything. I don’t care what you think I need; I know that I need you, and only you. You are often as prickly as a cactus and bull-stubborn to boot, but if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be who you are.”
He held the other’s gaze for a moment after he finished, letting the words sink in, then slowly pulled Vergil to him. Finding no resistance, he took a chance and closed the scant space between their mouths. The kiss was soft and gentle, and it held a sweetness that reminded Dante of their first time together.
“Now,” Dante breathed when they parted slowly, “I do believe that we have a shower to take.”
~End chapter~
End notes: Whew! That was my sad attempt at something with mild angst and sap. The actual shower will take place in the next instalment. I am still trying to devise something clever and kinky for them to do. Any suggestions? Thanks!
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