[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]
[ Dante says, as if Raven's being the impatient one here when he's just as hard, just as needy; when he presses up between Raven's legs he's rock-hard, his arousal even more apparent now that he's out of his own pants.
he groans, throaty at the friction and rocks again, just against the underside of Raven's cock, hands moving back to other man's legs -- digging into his thighs. ]
[raven opens his mouth to complain again, to growl and tell him to get on with it already but it dies in his throat as soon as dante rocks up against him, seguing into a low moan.
here he is, pinned to dante's desk by his own sword, chest spattered in dante's blood, rutting up against the man like an animal. there's so much about this situation that feels wrong, but even more about it that feels perfect.]
Dante...
[dante's name leaves V's mouth like a sigh, like a prayer, soft and low and pleading]
[ it sends a chill down his spine hearing his name like that. it doesn't have quite the same effect another voice would (would anything? also, should he be thinking of that right now??) but it's still intoxicating to hear and Raven looks good like this with his hand pinned and his body splattered with Dante's own blood.
his fingernails curl little crescent moon into Raven's skin, quickly getting bloody with the force he can apply as he ruts against him, seeking that messy, slick friction with a low grunt. he wants more than this, he wants to fuck Raven into the desk but there's enough steps between what they're doing right now and then that that he can't help but get distracted, seek the more immediate pleasure. ]
[raven tosses his head back with a hiss as dante draws blood, and when he looks back at him his eyes are bright and sharp]
So... impatient.
[he rolls his hips up in a sinuous line, one leg winding around dante's waist, as he watches him with a hungry gaze. it's fine if dante doesn't fuck him right away; he wants it but he's just as impatient as dante is at this point]
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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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[ Dante says, as if Raven's being the impatient one here when he's just as hard, just as needy; when he presses up between Raven's legs he's rock-hard, his arousal even more apparent now that he's out of his own pants.
he groans, throaty at the friction and rocks again, just against the underside of Raven's cock, hands moving back to other man's legs -- digging into his thighs. ]
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here he is, pinned to dante's desk by his own sword, chest spattered in dante's blood, rutting up against the man like an animal. there's so much about this situation that feels wrong, but even more about it that feels perfect.]
Dante...
[dante's name leaves V's mouth like a sigh, like a prayer, soft and low and pleading]
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his fingernails curl little crescent moon into Raven's skin, quickly getting bloody with the force he can apply as he ruts against him, seeking that messy, slick friction with a low grunt. he wants more than this, he wants to fuck Raven into the desk but there's enough steps between what they're doing right now and then that that he can't help but get distracted, seek the more immediate pleasure. ]
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So... impatient.
[he rolls his hips up in a sinuous line, one leg winding around dante's waist, as he watches him with a hungry gaze. it's fine if dante doesn't fuck him right away; he wants it but he's just as impatient as dante is at this point]