Dante kisses like he fights: showy, flowing like water into each movement as he constantly tries to play off the other. In order to pin down the wriggling worm that is one's younger brother, one must watch for a perfect opening to slip their knife inside.
Vergil's hand laces into his hair, gripping with force at the roots of the silvery strands. They're lying just shy of some shuddering, dying body of a gargantuan demon, lying on its side as it flakes away into nothingness, particles brushing faintly against the tiny slivers of their skin exposed to air. It had stumbled across their duel, drawn to the Sparda blood soaking into the grass and the idea in the base of its mindless skull that it could simply stomp on the reigning king of hell and take his crown.
He'd dealt the killing blow with Yamato, digging her into the demon's brain casing after he'd launched himself into the air off of Dante streaking Cavaliere up its thick leg. The extra force had driven the legendary katana to her tsuba, and one powerful tug had sent gore spraying in an arc through the air as it finally fell. Without a beat, Dante had dismounted his bike and summoned the Devil Sword into his hand.
"Hope that didn't tire you out too much," he'd drawled, twirling the enormous sword as if it weighed nothing, "because I don't think I was done with you."
Vergil tilted his head to the side slowly as he shook the blood from Yamato with one clean swipe. "Done with me?"
The hint of a smile was impossible to wipe from his face.
Dante appeared in front of him, and their fight resumed. Their blades came together again and again, until eventually Vergil maneuvered himself just right to slide Yamato in between Dante's ribs, his off hand using her saya to pull his brother into the blade until the guard pushed against his bloody shirt and ground against his sternum.
"Hello, brother," Vergil breathed, feeling blood trickle onto his hand. Red streamed from Dante's mouth as he grinned, pink teeth bared in defiance.
"I believe that is a point to me."
Dante captured his lips instead of verbally conceding, taking them to the ground as he fell to a knee.Vergil didn't let go of Yamato, nor its scabbard, but kissing Dante was enough of a dizzying, wondrous sensation that his grip loosened, just a fraction as he felt her tip push against the ground.
That was Vergil's first mistake.
One also must not forget that the wiggling worm is merely bait, the string an antenna leading back to the beast in the shadows.
Dante kicked his one leg up as he snapped into style, forcing himself down to the ground as the impact pushed Yamato away. He freed himself with that movement and followed up with a disappearing act, using Cerberus' ice chains as he appeared in front of Vergil to ensnare Yamato. Vergil whipped a mirage blade at him, but it was too late. The Devil Sword Dante appeared as Cerberus faded, the momentum of the swing that threw Yamato wide following through to drive the broadsword into the off-balance Vergil and into the dirt beneath him.
Dante kept pushing, driving the blade deeper and forcing Vergil back, his long legs bending awkwardly until they finally kicked out. He coughed, blood painting his own mouth red as he was gored from sternum to navel.
"I wanted that kill, Verg." Dante squatted down to pick up Yamato and her sheath, gently, tenderly wiping the blood from the blade on the edge of his coat before sheathing the katana and setting it down.
Vergil could have kept fighting. He could have called a hail of blades down, summoned another weapon, or pulled the sword out himself.
But staring up at the gloomy sky, his vision swimming with the beautiful agony of his brother's sword spearing his entrails, the aforementioned brother panting with pride as his wild hair settled around him again an angel of death and wonder...
(This was how it went, and how it always had. One of them had to be beaten into submission. The winner takes what he wants, because he has earned it.)
(When Vergil loses, something within him shudders in delight.)
(He can't have what he wants any other way.)
"You went and stole it. Not very nice, y'know." Dante leaned around the handle of the sword sticking out of his brother's chest, careful not to catch himself on the crossguard as he stared straight down into Vergil's glowing eyes, watching the elder twin try to speak around the blood gurgling up from his ruined stomach as it pooled in his mouth, dripping down his cheeks when he tried to spit and clear it.
"Do me a favor and stay still, huh?" Dante purred, dragging his tongue up the side of Vergil's face to taste his victory. The fingers on one hand pressed against the seam of the wound, trailing the agonizing fire down as he pressed the heel of his palm against Vergil's groin.
The other hand laced into Vergil's own, preventing him from reaching any further towards Yamato.
"I gotcha, baby." Dante whispered, his hair falling down around Vergil's face from the closeness, the ends of the strands tickling at his cheeks as Dante leaned down to kiss him.
