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kinkfestTitle: Things We’ll Never Do
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Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence, masturbation, thoughts of incest
Word count: 362
Prompt: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: Suggestive banter - "Hey bro, bet you can't do this."
After a few years Trish finally had to ask him, point blank, what the fuck his problem was around this time of year. He would get moody, and brood, and be sullen and drunk until whatever it was passed. Getting him to answer took a huge argument and a surprise right hook when he tried to push her away again. He sat there on his ass on the floor, and finally seemed to realize that he was on the edge of losing someone else.
“I hate our – my birthday,” he finally muttered. He drunkenly pulled himself off of the ground and flopped into the office chair. “I hate remembering.” He took a long pull from a whiskey bottle. And more than that, he thought to himself, he hated regretting. All the thing’s he’d done with this twin in the first 10 years of their lives were nothing compared to what they should have been doing for the last 10,000 years of their lives.
As his thoughts drifted, he barely registered the door quietly closing and locking as Trish left. It turned into him unlocking and opening a door to find his twin brother somewhere, anywhere, still alive and still himself, not a mindless puppet with strings pulled for Mundus’s amusement and revenge. Of course he’d grumble and growl and Dante would laugh at him, and they’d probably have to fight their way out of wherever they were, but they were together, so they’d be just fine.
Another long drink and they were at Dante’s favorite strip club, despite Vergil’s scowls, he’d make him enjoy it. Whatever it took. A hand on his crotch could be his own hand, or his hand, they were the same, weren’t they? All the things he’d had to teach himself because his twin hadn’t been there, he’d learned so well, he’d react the same way to a thumb flicking back the foreskin, a calloused palm sliding down, a strong grip at the base then a long slow pull up…
“See what I can do?” he would murmur in his brother’s ear as he continued to stroke. “Bet you can’t do it out here, in the real world…”
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jlsigmanRating: R
Warnings: language, violence, masturbation, thoughts of incest
Word count: 362
Prompt: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: Suggestive banter - "Hey bro, bet you can't do this."
After a few years Trish finally had to ask him, point blank, what the fuck his problem was around this time of year. He would get moody, and brood, and be sullen and drunk until whatever it was passed. Getting him to answer took a huge argument and a surprise right hook when he tried to push her away again. He sat there on his ass on the floor, and finally seemed to realize that he was on the edge of losing someone else.
“I hate our – my birthday,” he finally muttered. He drunkenly pulled himself off of the ground and flopped into the office chair. “I hate remembering.” He took a long pull from a whiskey bottle. And more than that, he thought to himself, he hated regretting. All the thing’s he’d done with this twin in the first 10 years of their lives were nothing compared to what they should have been doing for the last 10,000 years of their lives.
As his thoughts drifted, he barely registered the door quietly closing and locking as Trish left. It turned into him unlocking and opening a door to find his twin brother somewhere, anywhere, still alive and still himself, not a mindless puppet with strings pulled for Mundus’s amusement and revenge. Of course he’d grumble and growl and Dante would laugh at him, and they’d probably have to fight their way out of wherever they were, but they were together, so they’d be just fine.
Another long drink and they were at Dante’s favorite strip club, despite Vergil’s scowls, he’d make him enjoy it. Whatever it took. A hand on his crotch could be his own hand, or his hand, they were the same, weren’t they? All the things he’d had to teach himself because his twin hadn’t been there, he’d learned so well, he’d react the same way to a thumb flicking back the foreskin, a calloused palm sliding down, a strong grip at the base then a long slow pull up…
“See what I can do?” he would murmur in his brother’s ear as he continued to stroke. “Bet you can’t do it out here, in the real world…”
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Date: 2008-02-10 12:16 pm (UTC)I don't really know anything about DMC except what I saw in the first episode of the anime, but man, twincest?! And such a lovely piece!
Now I want more! :D
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Date: 2008-02-10 12:34 pm (UTC)DMC has some really messed up dynamics... Dante follows Trish in the first game because she looks exactly like his mother, and the banter between Dante and Vergil in DMC3 is... well. ;-) Lots of room for good dark stuff.
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Date: 2008-02-10 07:17 pm (UTC)Nice job!
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Date: 2008-02-10 08:44 pm (UTC)I'm not usually a twincest person, either, but this is practically canon. ;-)
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Date: 2008-03-31 01:35 pm (UTC)This is fabulous :D. I can't believe I somehow missed it first time around! :O
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Date: 2008-03-31 01:49 pm (UTC)...and I love Trish, and I love that she's not all "Oh poor you boo hoo", she's just 0_o dude, you are so messed up...
I adore Trish. She is so grounded, yet so playful, and quite willing and able to smack Dante around when he needs it.
Glad you liked it! :-)