I've Come To Retrieve My Power
"You can't handle it."

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

"The dog never even got close enough to lick the bottom of my boots. I admit I let it catch up a few times to tease it, though." What else was a person like him supposed to do for fun? As if he was supposed to get his inspiration from Dante, he gave the bottle a once over. No. That wasn’t fun. “Why you drink is beyond me,” he sighed, unclasping his vest.

"Aww." Vergil just sort of turned his snobby nose up at his cheap liquor and he shrugged. More for him. "You shoulda brought it back. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He elbowed Vergil. "I’m just fuckin’ with you." Though he did arch a brow and glance back down to his bottle when Vergil seemed mystified over why Dante drank. Think we’re gonna go ‘Alcoholic’ for 500, Alex. "—’Ey, just ‘cause I’m carryin’ your baby don’t mean I can’t still party every now and then. So what if it has flippers? We’ll name it Lil’ Flip.”

Amused, he rolled his eyes and tossed his vest over the idiot’s head. “Mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe.” It just so happened that Vergil was a fan of Maury. It was the only thing the electronics store played on their displays and it roped Vergil in every morning.

After stepping out of his pants, he went searching through his clothes for a t-shirt to wear to bed. Tonight, he wanted to be comfortably dressed so he could lay in bed and read a book, which wouldn’t leave his arms freezing if he wore something with sleeves.

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

Vergil perked a brow as his nose was pinched and regarded his housemate for a long moment in his inebriated state. “You need to go to sleep. Do I need to tuck you in?”

Sleep? Vergil was crazy. Dante’s night was just getting started. “Y’want me to go sleep even though you haven’t gotten to admire me all day? Stop bein’ dramatic.” He swiped up his bottle of Jameson and wiggled it at the cambion. “You needa loosen up. Did the mutt bite your ankles?”

"The dog never even got close enough to lick the bottom of my boots. I admit I let it catch up a few times to tease it, though." What else was a person like him supposed to do for fun? As if he was supposed to get his inspiration from Dante, he gave the bottle a once over. No. That wasn’t fun. “Why you drink is beyond me,” he sighed, unclasping his vest.

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

"Dante…" he sighed, resting a hand on the nephilim’s shoulder to cushion the blow of the shocking information he was about to reveal, "You’re naked.” He had to be drunk.

Dante stared at him. Then he looked down at himself. Then back up at Vergil. It seemed to take a minute for him to come back with his clever retort, “…That’s what she said.” He then reached out to pinch Vergil’s nose between his knuckles. “Honk.”

Vergil perked a brow as his nose was pinched and regarded his housemate for a long moment in his inebriated state. “You need to go to sleep. Do I need to tuck you in?”

dantesbooty:

Doesn’t smell too good.

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

"It’s called training. Speed training. No one is naturally this fast; you have to work for it,” he lectured as he tossed his coat over the arm of a chair. “Why did you decide to get drunk?”

Probably a better question was why he’d decided to strip down and talk about Wyoming, but he was decent enough to have put his boxers on while passive-aggressively missing Vergil’s company. “Yeaaaaaah, whatever.” He waved a finger at him. “‘Cause it’s a week-day. I’m not even drunk yet, I’m only—— sixty percent.”

"Dante…" he sighed, resting a hand on the nephilim’s shoulder to cushion the blow of the shocking information he was about to reveal, "You’re naked.” He had to be drunk.

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

A moment later, Vergil made a beeline to Dante’s side, whipping his coat at him as he skidded to a stop. That was for calling him slow. “You were saying?”

Well, seeing as Vergil decided he wanted to scare the shit out of him, Dante just about threw a fist at him from being startled by god damn Usain Bolt. “—Not funny.” He exhaled. “Who the fuck stays out all god damn day runnin’ around like a crazy person, anyway?”

"It’s called training. Speed training. No one is naturally this fast; you have to work for it,” he lectured as he tossed his coat over the arm of a chair. “Why did you decide to get drunk?”

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

[Text:] I’m running.
[Text:] There is a dog chasing me.
[MMS:] [Because Vergil did have a sense of humour, he sent a photo of himself midstride, flashing a ‘V’ for victory as he left the rott in his dust.]
[Text:] I will be home shortly.

[text]: cute. its prob that fuckin asshole that chased me
[text]: guess it followed me home
[text]: i forgive it if it bites ur ass for bein slow
[text]: speed it up josé

A moment later, Vergil made a beeline to Dante’s side, whipping his coat at him as he skidded to a stop. That was for calling him slow. “You were saying?”

hollowdante:

[text]: whats takin u so long
[text]: its 7:30 in wyoming
[text]: im angrily naked an halfway plastered
[text]: and ur not here
[text]: explain

[Text:] I’m running.
[Text:] There is a dog chasing me.
[MMS:] [Because Vergil did have a sense of humour, he sent a photo of himself midstride, flashing a ‘V’ for victory as he left the rott in his dust.]
[Text:] I will be home shortly.

Vergil was on his sixth run that day. Sixth. And he was currently kicking dirt into an angry rottweiler’s ugly mug. Why the thing was fixated on him, he had no idea, but it had bolted after him twice in one day.

Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.

(Source: realivt)

ur-ur:

:D

sharonsparda:

Vergil - DMC 3 by evs-eme

sharonsparda:

Vergil - DMC 3 by evs-eme

summonedswords:

I pooped out something embarrassing and ooc

summonedswords:

I pooped out something embarrassing and ooc

hollowdante:

Dante wasn’t sure what kind of reaction that was. He always felt like Vergil took every little thing he said and deliberately misunderstood where he was coming from for the sake of conflict. “…You’re my equal,” he reiterated, just in case Vergil felt like conveniently missing the memo. “Because I respect you. I don’t like that ‘power’ shit.”

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"I’ll think about it."

The cambion rolled his eyes as he stepped up behind his lover, giving his shoulders a squeeze to relax him. “Our views on sex must be completely different,” he mused. “We are equals in that…we respect one another, but…” Stepping around the angel, he wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, not about his waist or low over his hips, his neck. Why? Because that was typically the submissive position in an embrace. “I see submitting to you as giving you something I value greatly, my power. I’m putting myself in your hands to do with whatever you please. I do it because I trust you.” Leaning forward, he placed himself in his favourite position, forehead to forehead with Dante. “Maybe it’s because I’ve only recently given myself to anyone that I put so much importance into it. You see, Dante…” In a rare display of vulnerability, he tucked his lower lip between his teeth until he was ready to speak again. “I’ve never had a one night stand; I can count those I’ve had sex with on one hand…I’m no stranger to being…takenforcibly. If I give myself to you, that means something to me.” He searched those silvery blue eyes for an understanding. “It’s not just “fucking” to me, and, if you give yourself to me, it won’t just be “fucking” either. It is about power to me. It’s about trust, and trust is everything in a relationship, isn’t it?”

hollowdante:

ineedmorepower:

If Vergil were any less mature, he would have crushed Dante’s face beneath his boot until he called him Master, but he was the adult in the situation. “I’m well aware that you can’t be tamed,” he conceded. While he was perfectly willing to admit to being submissive to Dante, Dante couldn’t even admit that he had any control over him whatsoever, even though he’d branded the overgrown brat.

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Vergil sighed. He was too old for this nonsense.

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"Real talk, though, Vergil. It can’t be about that. I might tease you sometimes but I never think you’re less than me or that I’m your boss or I ‘dominate’ you or whatever stupid fucking bullshit that’s supposed to be. It’s just… fucking. You don’t gotta make it complicated."

"Is that all it is?" The romantic in Vergil cringed, the lover flinched, but the devil himself took the information in and released a mildly interested, "Huh," as if he’d just learned something.

"If that’s all it is, it really doesn’t deserve discussing."