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*THIS IS A YAOI. DANTE/VIRGIL.* |
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*THIS IS A YAOI. DANTE/VIRGIL.*
**I DID NOT WRITE THIS. DMC3 Dante x Virgil from deviantart.com wrote this.**
Did he forget? No, it was his birthday too. How nice of him to ignore me and give me ******** all for our birthday. I did receive presents from him for the first 6 years of my life (he was forced by our mother of course), but for the past 11 years: nothing, zero, and nil, zilch. I’ve always gotten him presents! This year I thought my present was rather canny of me. I know Virgil loves swords (hopefully more than one kind). It was an ancient Roman sword and should be over 2000 years old. It represented the dawn of swordsmanship-the beginning of midi fighting. When I gave it to him, I could barely see a smile on those lips of his. How typical of him: acting as if it was worthless. I could remember every word he had said to me:
“Stupid, Dante. Why would you give me a sword I cannot even use!” and then I argued,
“It’s an antique. I thought you might like it…if not, I could always take it back and get you something else.” The look on his face, his expression that almost made me man-giggle-he smiled, then looked at his sword.
“No, that will be quite all right. I…I do not want you to get me another piece of junk.” Well, I love you too, Virgil. That Virgil is such a piece of work. Where did he get off talking to me like that anyways? Does he think I’m emotionless, some kind of monotonous vegetable? No, I’ve got feelings too-and jeez, that was so cliché of him. “I don’t want you to get me another piece of junk.” And he didn’t get me anything! Well at least I TRIED!!
Suddenly the lights flickered on and I saw Virgil standing in the doorway of the kitchen. His hair was down and both his eyes were closed, wearing nothing but a pair of faded, baggy blue jeans. He must have just gotten up which means he’s probably in some kind of Virgil mood. He’s going to be pretty fun to play with.
“Dante,” he looked at me, his eyes now wide open. “What the hell are you doing, you ******** waste of space?”
What was I doing any ways? Let’s see. I was sitting in the corner of my kitchen-with my knees up and hugging them in the middle of the night with the lights out. I guess you could say I looked like a stereotypical emotional kid who needed to be committed. I laughed out loud…uncontrollably, of course, just so you can get the picture of how weird I must have looked. “I’m serious Dante, get out of here.”
“Why am I living with you any way?” I heard myself ask and I felt myself smiling too. I couldn’t stop-I wanted to though. The face Virgil had was kind of scaring me, but being the guy I am I just had to annoy him even more. I stood up and watched him walk towards the counter and open one of the cupboards then attempt to reach for a cup. I suppose he was so groggy that he couldn’t get one because he lazily dropped his arm and cursed under his breath.
“Here, let me do it,” I grinned like an idiot only because I had something in store for the b*****d who got me d**k all for my 17th birthday. Walking towards him, I brushed my lower part of my body against him as I got a cup. He stuck out his hand and ordered me to hand it over-he’s thirsty and wants to go to bed.
“You gotta get it first,” I replied slyly, sticking my arm up behind me. He actually reached for it; our body’s rubbing against each other’s! I looked at him and smiled, trying to get him even angrier. He leaped at me and thus I fell backwards and he fell on top of me. “My, your hair looks rather nice when it’s down,”
(Virgil’s side of the Story)
It was late and I couldn’t sleep. What the hell was wrong with me? I thought for a second that maybe I was a little regretful for the way I treated Dante when he gave me that sword. It was pretty nice-but I just couldn’t bring it upon myself to show him my appreciation. Why should I care anyways! I’m too old for birthday presents now and he must learn that he’s too old for them as well. It’s not like he complained when I didn’t give him anything…but what ever. I could still feel the fact that he was disappointed.
Maybe a cold glass of water would do me some good.
I got up and went to the kitchen, and when I turned on the lights I saw Dante sitting in the corner of the room-his arms hugging his knees, wearing nothing but a white, sleeveless sweatshirt and a pair of boxers. God, I hope he wasn’t crying coz I didn’t give him anything for his birthday. God damn it, he’s so ******** annoying!
“What the hell are you doing, you ******** waste of space?” he didn’t answer. He just stared at me and smiled. Goddamnit, he could be so creepy at times. “I’m serious Dante,” I told him. “Get out of here.”
“Why am I living with you any way?” what kind of question was that? The answer was simple though: It’s because he’s helpless-like me. I attempted to reach a cup in the cupboard but my arms felt too heavy and I was way too tired. I could feel Dante laughing at me. “******** you, piece of s**t.” I whispered.
“Here, let me do it,” offered Dante, and before I could move out of the way, his c**k was all in my face. What the hell was wrong with him? I was about to push him off of me when he stepped back and showed me the cup in his hand.
“Hand it over,” Nice job, Dante. You can retrieve but can you receive? He shook his head and told me to reach for it. I was way too tired to argue so I did attempt to reach for it. No such luck, so I toppled over him. He fell on the ground and I fell on him. He looked at me and beamed childishly at me.
“My your hair looks nice when it’s down.” So what; I look better when I look like Dante? What a pig. It seemed he was enjoying the fact that I was laying on him – no it didn’t seem…I could feel it. He was having a party down there and I didn’t exactly feel like joining in so I jumped off of him. He got up and apologized. If you ask me, he should kneel before me and beg for forgiveness.
Dante held the cup out to me. Should I take it? Sure why not…I’m practically dehydrated any way. Instead of simply taking the cup, my heavy arm swung and knocked the cup out of Dante’s hand. The cup broke into many pieces of glass and we both watched the mess on the floor for about 15 minutes. My reason was because I was tired and his reason was most likely because he found it amusing as hell. This was his entire fault. If he just simply gave it to me in the first place, none of this would have happened. I wasn’t in the mood for any of his petty games so I ordered him to pick the mess up.
(Dante’s side of the story)
His face seemed to redden. I couldn’t tell if he took it as a compliment or if he was insulted. It was probably a little bit of both. And man, was he heavy. But I couldn’t believe the situation I was in. I never would have thought that in all my life I would be able to get this sexy piece of a** to lie on top of me like this. s**t, I was getting too excited and I guess he knew because Virgil jumped right off of me. Damn…so close. I felt kind of bad though, he was half asleep and he was beginning to scare me (he was drooling), so I decided to apologize. He didn’t look like he wanted to take the apology but I didn’t care, I did eat an entire bag of sugar before he came in (out of depression).
I handed over the cup and for some reason I guess he didn’t want it; he just smacked the cup out of my hand and it shattered on the floor. I stared at it thinking, Well, this was a waste of energy…goddamned cup!
“Pick it up, dumb-a**,”
“Why don’t you bend down and kiss my a**,” I teased. Gawd, I’m way too hyper-and Virgil is way too tired for this.
“No, do it,” He glared at me and suddenly, I felt small. Goddamnit. Well, I guess all this was kind of my fault. If I just gave him the cup instead of using up all his energy up (by getting him to leap on me), I guess the cup would never have been broken. WAIT!! It’s just a goddamned, mother ******** cup! But still, I should pick it up. I have more than twice the energy Virgil has.
“Fine,” I bent down and picked up the pieces off the ground and then felt something sting my finger instantly. “OW!” I couldn’t help but throw the pieces of glass in the air. I could hear Virgil insulting me in a harsh whisper but I cared not, for my finger had been cut.
“What the ******** did you do that for?” He yelled at me. What? I cut my finger…and it hurt…like a son of a b***h. I showed him my finger; it had a bud of blood at the very tip. Virgil smiled awkwardly and took my hand and kissed my finger. The blood smeared on his lips and I moved closer to him so that I was able to lick the blood off his lips. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and if this was Virgil’s idea of a birthday present, I ******** love it!
(Virgil’s side of the story)
“Why don’t you bend down and kiss my a**,” Dante said as if he was above me, and as if. I could also feel myself frowning at him, the anger building up inside me.
“No, do it,” I ordered, pointing to the mess. I made sure my voice was authority-like and deep and the amazing thing was that I think it worked. Dante suddenly shrugged his shoulders and began picking up the glass-but then he suddenly threw a piece of the glass in the air howling like a ******** retard…that was what I cursed under my breath. I asked him what the hell he did that for and he pouted, showing me that he’d cut himself on his finger. I felt bad for him for some reason, and why? Only god knew…but the way he looked at me was just so heart melting… I decided, as if automatically, to take Dante’s finger and kiss it better. Dante came closer to me and licked my lips and then I kissed him. Our tongues rolled inside each other’s mouths, tasting one another. Man, did he taste good. I felt him press up against me, forcing me to have my back pressed against the wall-and I clutched at his shirt, ripping it off of him. This was more intense then anything I’ve ever done before! Dante had begun kissing my neck (or sucking…I didn’t know for sure, but at least it felt good), and before I knew it he was unzipping my pants-with his mouth! At times he would pause, kissing me above the pant line and sometimes a little under it, then continued to take off my pants. He came back up, licking my nipples and pulling at them with his teeth, clutching at my crotch and fondling it. I grabbed his a** and squeezed while kissing him. And as we continued to kiss each other we both slid down till I was sitting against the wall and Dante came between my legs, taking off his boxers. So I decided to finish taking off my pants.
(Dante’s side…)
We were like two party animals and all I really could say was that baby, was it ever intense! And it was like WHAM! We were both naked and I was savoring his taste in my mouth-and God said, ”it was good.” He crawled on top of me and we were both lying down, Virgil suddenly didn’t seem so heavy anymore. But something new happened this time; he went inside me, and I clung on to him, scratching his back and calling out his name.
(Sorry, but I’ve decided to do third persons view)
Their legs entangled each other’s, Dante crying out his twins name and his twin moaning and gasping quickly. Suddenly Sparda came into the room, spitting out his raspberry tea all over the kitchen floor. Dante and Virgil stared up; obviously both embarrassed and quickly separated as Sparda walked quickly out of the room mumbling to himself. The boys put their clothes on quickly, smiling at each other. This was definitely their best birthday ever.
The End
 undefined life · Wed Dec 24, 2008 @ 03:41am · 0 Comments |
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