[V is leaning on his cane a bit heavily, heart pumping as though it's trying to strain out of his rib cage. he's sweating but not bloodied too badly--nothing some first aid won't take care of. he has a sharp cut across his cheek and one on his shoulder that are bleeding freshly.
shadow slinks along to find somewhere to rest, leaving bloody paw prints on the floor. the blood isn't theirs. thankfully that floor is already stained plenty, so no one cares. griffon is perched on the banister, shaking out his feathers, and lets out a yawn--it's been a hardy fight for all.
V lets out a breathy chuckle, his already deep voice sounding huskier than usual. although he's exhausted, his leg is tapping like he's about to burst into dance, the adrenaline coursing through his veins]
[ it occurs to Dante how much nicer V looks like this -- not that he's bad to look at normally, but everyone gets a certain layer of attractiveness added to them when they're blood-stained and adrenaline-fueled. even someone as stringy as V.
he'd complain about the blood on the floor (cleaners, he knows, cost Way Too Much, which is why the place is never clean) but he honestly can't pay too much mind to it, especially with the floor as dirty as it is. in fact he can't care much about the mess overall at this point, not when he hears that breathy chuckle, he sees that tapping leg -- his eyes drop down to that and he watches V closely, like a predator tracking its target.
[V lifts a hand to brush some hair from his face, which is flushed with color for once, and the movement is just... a perfect mimic of you know who, when he's pushing his hair back. it's just a moment, but then it's gone, and V is making his way to sit on dante's desk because the couch is too far away and he's tired. his leg doesn't stop tapping, though.]
[ that perfect mimic of him shouldn't have the effect on him it does, logically, but unfortunately Dante is not exactly a logical person. he leans forward on his elbows, incidentally, moving a bit closer to him, and shrugs his shoulders. ]
'Fraid I'm out of cash at the moment. Got any other ideas?
[V's grip on his cane flexes for a moment, and he taps it against the corner of the desk in thought]
Oh, I've got... one idea.
[he says, his voice getting even lower, lips curving into a grin. shadow and griffon's forms fade back into V's tattoos abruptly, moving over his bare skin in intricate patterns]
[ V's tone, the grin, has his blood bumping, even more than the adrenaline from the fight from before. he leans, a dangerous crook on his lip even as he jokes; ]
Just so you know, poetry-readin' is absolutely outta the question.
[shadow suddenly reappears right at V's side and morphs into a giant spiky ball of pain, stabbing dante through both shoulders to pin him to the chair where he's sitting while V quickly swings his legs over and climbs into dante's lap. he's holding his cane with both hands now, raised up and poised to skewer dante right through the heart. shadow's spikes won't do enough damage to really hurt dante, but that wasn't the point--they're just there to keep him from moving.
it's a lot all of a sudden, and V's exhaustion from earlier is still present, so he's panting and sweating from the exertion, but looking absolutely manic, fired up and on the edge of vibrating out of his skin]
[ it's not entirely unexpected; not with how riled up they both were. waiting to strike. V got the jump on him but he can't even think to be angry at the principle of that. there is a grunt as both of the spikes pin him, but he's used to this, too -- being stabbed and skewered and impaled -- his pain tolerance is high enough he can still force his arms to lift some, not able to grab V's face like he'd like to but able to grab the corset-like part of V's shirt and tug him --
closer, not really sure what else he'd do with that movement, a sharp, manic grin returned to him in favor. ]
[can't stop himself from grinning, almost baring his teeth at dante; he doesn't resist being tugged, enjoying the feel of dante's hands on him but unable to really do anything]
I doubt you would have... acquiesced. You don't strike me as the type to just let anyone do this to you. Unless...
[shadow's spikes withdraw, as does shadow, fading into V's tattoos again--which is right when V adjusts his grip on the cane's handle and thrusts the sword into dante's chest as much as he can, gritting his teeth]
[ it's not really a relief when Shadow's spikes withdraw -- though it does give him the time to heal, his half-demonic powers kicking in in full effect in the dreamspace, and he rolls his shoulders as if to test that --
before the cane sinks into him fully, and there's a horse laugh out, an a mix of pain and a light-head exuberance. with the spikes out of his shoulder he can reach up and grab for V's neck, try to drag his face closer, to the point V will be able to feel the hot wash of breath over his face. ]
[even if V could resist being dragged closer, he wouldn't want to--the satisfaction of pinning dante down with his own might sends V into an almost ecstatic high, and he's laughing before he even realizes it. it's a low, soft thing, his shoulders shaking]
Unless you... were anticipating this.
[he lifts his eyes to meet dante's, bright and fiery and so so pleased. the hand on the back of his neck sends a coil of heat all the way down his spine to the pit of his stomach. he holds the cane where it is, unwilling to let go just yet]
[ pot, kettle, etcetera -- since it's obvious despite having a cane cemented firmly in his chest he's enjoying the high of this as well, sweat beading his brow, smile firmly on his face. ]
Can't say it as a surprise.
[ -- abruptly, he's leaning forward against the cane, with a sickening shlick sound as his body moves along the blade, and using his grip on V's neck to try to shove him back into the desk. ]
[it works, and V loses his grip on the cane as he scrambles to hold himself up, most of his body sprawling on top of the desk--but his smirk doesn't falter. he lifts himself up on his elbows, and shoves his foot in between dante's legs, not to injure him, but instead going to press right over his groin]
Looks like we're a pair of sick fucks.
[and isn't that the truth, far more than V even realizes]
[ his cock twitches to attention at the pressure, more than proving V's point even if it wasn't proven already -- he can't hold back a little groan, and there's not a moment of hesitation before he rolls his hips forward, purposefully pushing into that. ]
Are you complainin'?
[ with his free hand he wrenches that cane out of himself, more blood spilling out in a spurt over himself and V, and --
he slams it into the desk beside V's head, like a threat. ]
[V jerks in response to the blood spray, and then again when the the cane is slammed by his head. he's trembling now, his whole body shaking with the adrenaline and tension and arousal hitting him all at the same time, and he's so hard now it's plainly obvious]
Going to kill me, Dante?
[he's asks, breathless, and despite the visible fear (bloodlust) mixing with excitement (terrorarousal) in his eyes, his foot moves over dante's cock again, because he can't resist riling him up]
[ there's a familiar sharp, unpleasant bark of laughter, at the taunt. it's at least nice to see that terror in V's eyes, in its own way -- to see that mixed with arousal -- it's oddly thrilling. ]
Nah -- not so much into necrophilia.
[ he's not going to kill him. not right here, not right now, at least -- but he does lift the cane up to slam it back down, this time aiming to sink into V's palm to pin him to the desk. ]
[it's impossible to hide how much that hurts, how much the pain shoots through him, and instinctively his mind calls to his familiars--but they don't come. he cries out, body writhing on the desk, and his other hand reaches up to grab the front of dante's shirt, tugging it... where? he doesn't know, his head reeling]
[ it's petty -- it's easy to forget that this is V, not Vergil, and he's not going to be able to handle it in the same way his brother in full would -- but it's still satisfying to see some of that triumphant look he had before wiped off his face.
he does drop his free hand to V's groin, feeling to see if he still has an erection after that. ]
[he is, though it had flagged some, but not enough to stop V's hips from jerking into the touch, wanting more. he grits his teeth against the pain, gripping dante's shirt with white knuckles, breathing out sharply through his nose]
Ghh...!
[the intermingling of extreme pain and the heat in his belly that surges when dante touches him are at odds, V caught somewhere in the middle of demanding more and begging him to stop]
[ typically -- Dante might make fun of his foes, taunt and tease them, but he's not a sadist, and he tries to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. even the worst demons, he'd prefer to deal with cleanly.
but he doesn't at all mind the sounds coming from V right now, the way he jerks into his touch -- another low laugh curls its way out of his throat, as he hurriedly moves to shove V's pants down his thighs. ]
[his head feels like it's throbbing, and if he so much as thinks about moving his pinned arm a wave of pain courses through him, but somehow (due to dream magic) it doesn't seem to be getting worse. V gazes up at dante through heavy eyelashes, lips parted, anticipating even though he can't stop wincing. a bead of sweat falls down his temple]
That goes... for both of us.
[dream V, like normal V, isn't wearing underwear and he lets out a sigh when his erection is freed to the air, lifting his hips to help dante tug his pants away--a sure sign that he isn't fighting him]
[ he wasn't expecting too much of a fight at this point, honestly. especially when he knows V's not exactly built to tug the cane out of his own hand with no issue like Dante just did with himself.
there's another little bark of laughter as he leans over him, one hand bracing itself on the desk top beside V's waist while the other wraps around the other man's cock, giving him a quick stroke to see how he reacts. ]
I dunno -- that might be one I'd be fine ... with losing.
[ Dante almost growls the words out, though, his pupils dark and wide as he watches V back for his hand, resisting the urge to squeeze too-tight -- he doesn't want V to get off that easily. literally.
abruptly, his hands leave V entirely, the only thing keeping him on the desk now being the cane sword in his palm; Dante's hands are moving to his own pants, the denim feeling too-restrictive as hard as he is. ]
[V's body almost curls in on himself when dante's hand leaves him, groaning. he lifts his head to watch him, panting, sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face.
his gaze moves from dante to his pinned hand, and despite himself, he tries to wiggle one of his fingers, which just sends another shot of pain through him, making him hiss angrily]
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shadow slinks along to find somewhere to rest, leaving bloody paw prints on the floor. the blood isn't theirs. thankfully that floor is already stained plenty, so no one cares. griffon is perched on the banister, shaking out his feathers, and lets out a yawn--it's been a hardy fight for all.
V lets out a breathy chuckle, his already deep voice sounding huskier than usual. although he's exhausted, his leg is tapping like he's about to burst into dance, the adrenaline coursing through his veins]
You have a knack for the obvious.
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he'd complain about the blood on the floor (cleaners, he knows, cost Way Too Much, which is why the place is never clean) but he honestly can't pay too much mind to it, especially with the floor as dirty as it is. in fact he can't care much about the mess overall at this point, not when he hears that breathy chuckle, he sees that tapping leg -- his eyes drop down to that and he watches V closely, like a predator tracking its target.
a lazy smile crosses over his face. ]
I call 'em as I see 'em!
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And when can I expect my payment?
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'Fraid I'm out of cash at the moment. Got any other ideas?
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Oh, I've got... one idea.
[he says, his voice getting even lower, lips curving into a grin. shadow and griffon's forms fade back into V's tattoos abruptly, moving over his bare skin in intricate patterns]
But I don't think you'll like it.
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[ V's tone, the grin, has his blood bumping, even more than the adrenaline from the fight from before. he leans, a dangerous crook on his lip even as he jokes; ]
Just so you know, poetry-readin' is absolutely outta the question.
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[shadow suddenly reappears right at V's side and morphs into a giant spiky ball of pain, stabbing dante through both shoulders to pin him to the chair where he's sitting while V quickly swings his legs over and climbs into dante's lap. he's holding his cane with both hands now, raised up and poised to skewer dante right through the heart. shadow's spikes won't do enough damage to really hurt dante, but that wasn't the point--they're just there to keep him from moving.
it's a lot all of a sudden, and V's exhaustion from earlier is still present, so he's panting and sweating from the exertion, but looking absolutely manic, fired up and on the edge of vibrating out of his skin]
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[ it's not entirely unexpected; not with how riled up they both were. waiting to strike. V got the jump on him but he can't even think to be angry at the principle of that. there is a grunt as both of the spikes pin him, but he's used to this, too -- being stabbed and skewered and impaled -- his pain tolerance is high enough he can still force his arms to lift some, not able to grab V's face like he'd like to but able to grab the corset-like part of V's shirt and tug him --
closer, not really sure what else he'd do with that movement, a sharp, manic grin returned to him in favor. ]
-- you motherfucker. Never thought to ask first?
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I doubt you would have... acquiesced. You don't strike me as the type to just let anyone do this to you. Unless...
[shadow's spikes withdraw, as does shadow, fading into V's tattoos again--which is right when V adjusts his grip on the cane's handle and thrusts the sword into dante's chest as much as he can, gritting his teeth]
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before the cane sinks into him fully, and there's a horse laugh out, an a mix of pain and a light-head exuberance. with the spikes out of his shoulder he can reach up and grab for V's neck, try to drag his face closer, to the point V will be able to feel the hot wash of breath over his face. ]
Unless what?
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Unless you... were anticipating this.
[he lifts his eyes to meet dante's, bright and fiery and so so pleased. the hand on the back of his neck sends a coil of heat all the way down his spine to the pit of his stomach. he holds the cane where it is, unwilling to let go just yet]
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[ pot, kettle, etcetera -- since it's obvious despite having a cane cemented firmly in his chest he's enjoying the high of this as well, sweat beading his brow, smile firmly on his face. ]
Can't say it as a surprise.
[ -- abruptly, he's leaning forward against the cane, with a sickening shlick sound as his body moves along the blade, and using his grip on V's neck to try to shove him back into the desk. ]
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Looks like we're a pair of sick fucks.
[and isn't that the truth, far more than V even realizes]
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Are you complainin'?
[ with his free hand he wrenches that cane out of himself, more blood spilling out in a spurt over himself and V, and --
he slams it into the desk beside V's head, like a threat. ]
Almost thinking ... I should return the favor.
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Going to kill me, Dante?
[he's asks, breathless, and despite the visible fear (bloodlust) mixing with excitement (terrorarousal) in his eyes, his foot moves over dante's cock again, because he can't resist riling him up]
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[ there's a familiar sharp, unpleasant bark of laughter, at the taunt. it's at least nice to see that terror in V's eyes, in its own way -- to see that mixed with arousal -- it's oddly thrilling. ]
Nah -- not so much into necrophilia.
[ he's not going to kill him. not right here, not right now, at least -- but he does lift the cane up to slam it back down, this time aiming to sink into V's palm to pin him to the desk. ]
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Dante--!
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[ it's petty -- it's easy to forget that this is V, not Vergil, and he's not going to be able to handle it in the same way his brother in full would -- but it's still satisfying to see some of that triumphant look he had before wiped off his face.
he does drop his free hand to V's groin, feeling to see if he still has an erection after that. ]
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Ghh...!
[the intermingling of extreme pain and the heat in his belly that surges when dante touches him are at odds, V caught somewhere in the middle of demanding more and begging him to stop]
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but he doesn't at all mind the sounds coming from V right now, the way he jerks into his touch -- another low laugh curls its way out of his throat, as he hurriedly moves to shove V's pants down his thighs. ]
Sick in more ways that one, huh?
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That goes... for both of us.
[dream V, like normal V, isn't wearing underwear and he lets out a sigh when his erection is freed to the air, lifting his hips to help dante tug his pants away--a sure sign that he isn't fighting him]
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there's another little bark of laughter as he leans over him, one hand bracing itself on the desk top beside V's waist while the other wraps around the other man's cock, giving him a quick stroke to see how he reacts. ]
S'it a competition?
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I have a feeling...
[he laughs a little, breathless and almost drunk-sounding]
... you're eager to make it one.
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[ Dante almost growls the words out, though, his pupils dark and wide as he watches V back for his hand, resisting the urge to squeeze too-tight -- he doesn't want V to get off that easily. literally.
abruptly, his hands leave V entirely, the only thing keeping him on the desk now being the cane sword in his palm; Dante's hands are moving to his own pants, the denim feeling too-restrictive as hard as he is. ]
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his gaze moves from dante to his pinned hand, and despite himself, he tries to wiggle one of his fingers, which just sends another shot of pain through him, making him hiss angrily]
How long are you going to take...?
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