One finger stroked over the line of his pulse, the touch slightly ticklish but holding a hint of warning with every scratch of a finely trimmed nail.
Fuck, he should really have taken Enzo’s offer of a night out rather than investigating rumours of demons in the park. But as per usual, Dante seemed to have a knack for going down the path that lead to the most action, and the most pain. Or the most pleasure, with Vergil that line tended to blur.
His thoughts were disrupted when a warm tongue licked over his lips, enough to pick up the taste of the dried blood and relish it, finding it disappointing and not enough. That’s when Dante realised, in that rush of thought from Vergil, that he was going to be bleeding a lot more very soon. Maybe he’d pass out.
“Like I’d let you Dante, my foolish, foolish brother.” Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, his smile oddly indulgent and affectionate. A smile that belonged on the face of a young boy as he allowed his brother the top bunk, or gave into his pleas to watch a movie for the third time in a row. Not on the psychotic killer Dante now knew.
A warmth began to creep into him, energy he realised as his fingers twitched and finally, finally he could blink. Grateful moisture sweeping over his pupils as he performed the movement fervently.
Dante wasn’t one to waste time when an opportunity came though, he lunged up, head butting Vergil hard just on the weak chance that he could yank that dagger out and resume the fight. “Get the fuck off me you dumb prick!” he snarled, his right hand going for the daggers hilt.
OR MAYBE YOU'D PREFER DARK/LADY?
Fuck, he should really have taken Enzo’s offer of a night out rather than investigating rumours of demons in the park. But as per usual, Dante seemed to have a knack for going down the path that lead to the most action, and the most pain.
Or the most pleasure, with Vergil that line tended to blur.
His thoughts were disrupted when a warm tongue licked over his lips, enough to pick up the taste of the dried blood and relish it, finding it disappointing and not enough. That’s when Dante realised, in that rush of thought from Vergil, that he was going to be bleeding a lot more very soon.
Maybe he’d pass out.
“Like I’d let you Dante, my foolish, foolish brother.” Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, his smile oddly indulgent and affectionate. A smile that belonged on the face of a young boy as he allowed his brother the top bunk, or gave into his pleas to watch a movie for the third time in a row. Not on the psychotic killer Dante now knew.
A warmth began to creep into him, energy he realised as his fingers twitched and finally, finally he could blink. Grateful moisture sweeping over his pupils as he performed the movement fervently.
Dante wasn’t one to waste time when an opportunity came though, he lunged up, head butting Vergil hard just on the weak chance that he could yank that dagger out and resume the fight. “Get the fuck off me you dumb prick!” he snarled, his right hand going for the daggers hilt.