White Noise: Part 2

    "You going to sit there all night?" 

    Dante tore his gaze from the ground and looked up at Remus.  He'd already tucked himself in and was straightening his tie as he spoke.  Dante's fingers curled into fists, pulling grass blades into his palms.  His legs were folded under him - numb and cold.  He could feel the distinct wetness that continued to trickle down his thigh - reminding him of the humiliation.  He looked away.  He couldn't bear to look at Remus without feeling the mix of guilt and anger rise from the pit of his belly.

    "My security will be making their rounds soon.  Unless you don't mind letting them take a look at you," Remus said and bent down to pick up Dante's pants.  "I suggest you get up and get dressed."

    Remus thrust the pants onto Dante's lap.

    "Why?" He whispered.

    Remus snickered.

    "Why do you want to do this to me?" His voice was louder but it was shaky.  

    "Because I can," Remus said.  "Put the fucking pants on or I will take them from you."

    With reluctance, Dante forced himself to rise up to his feet, dragging his pants on as he did so.  He heard footsteps approaching behind him, but he was too angry to care who they were.  Remus waved them away, when the owners of the footsteps came close.  They left, returning to where they had come from.  

    "I'll bet you are famished," Remus said and grabbed Dante by his wrist as soon as he pulled up the zipper on his pants.  "I've asked my chefs to prepare something special for the three of us."

    Dante was half pulled behind him.  He suddenly noticed one of many surveillance cameras that were mounted along the undersides of the rain gutter of the mansion.  Another thought that made him feel worse than he thought he could ever feel came to him - they were watched.  Possibly by the security detail that had walked up earlier.

    "Your modesty is endearing," Remus said, following Dante's glance and instantly realizing the thoughts Dante had.

    "Shut up."

    Remus pushed open the door and smiled.

    "I'll let that slide since I am in a good mood," he said and shoved Dante through the doorway.  "But do be careful with what comes out of that lovely mouth of yours..."

     Dante stood mesmerized.  Not by the the staircase that had encompassed the width of the room and led to the right or left of the wing of the home, but with the figure that sat casually on one of the steps, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

    "I see you've already sampled the cupcake," he said and stood up, dusting himself off as he does so.

    "I've left some cream filling in for you," Remus said and shoved Dante forward.  

    "How considerate.  I'll have a little for dessert later, maybe."

    Remus hooked his arm around Dante's hip and walked him toward the stairway.  

    "Mind your manners, Dante," Remus said into his ear.  "Is this any way to greet someone you've not seen in over twenty years?"

    "This...can't...be...." Dante whispered.  

    "It's hard not to recognize him," Remus said and kissed Dante's temple softly.  "He is your twin, after all...."

    Vergil's eyes glittered, catching the light from the chandelier has he walked down the steps.

    "Come and give your long lost brother a kiss," Vergil said as he held open his arms.  "You must have missed me so...."

    "V...Vergil...."

    "How have you been?" Vergil said as he slipped his arms around Dante's waist.  "Little brother?"

    Dante stared at the plate, uninterested in the food but he didn't want to look at either Remus or Vergil.  The servants quietly refilled wine glasses.  The only sound in the spacious dining room was the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and occasional clanking of the silverware against the plate as Remus and Vergil spoke. 

   "You are being a rude guest," Vergil said finally.  "Remus has hired a very expensive chef to cook for us tonight."

   "Let me go home...." Dante said softly, his eyes remained fixed on the plate of green salad in front of him.  "Please let me go home..."

   "You are already home," Vergil said.  "With your missed brother and --"

   Dante flung the plate onto the floor.  The crash of the delicate plate was made louder in the ample room.  He stood up too quickly and knocked the chair over as he did so. 

   "I'm done playing with your fucking games!"

   Remus gestured for the servants that stood along the wall to clean up the broken plate and scattered salad on the floor.

   "Sit down," Remus said - his voice even and composed.

   A servant had picked up the chair for Dante and waited to seat him.  Dante's hands balled into fists.  He felt like hitting someone and the only person he could reach was the servant standing behind him.

   "Dante, be a good boy and sit down," Vergil said, taking a casual sip from his wine glass.  "If you insist on throwing the tantrum -- I can't stop what will happen to you."

   "Stop what?! That fucking bastard from forcing me here? From raping me?!"

   Vergil let out a long sigh.

   "Worse things will happen, dear brother," he said and nodded at the servant standing behind Dante.  "Sit him down please, Walter."

   Dante felt strong hands clamp onto his shoulders and press him into the chair.  They remained there for a few moments and left when Dante did not stand back up.

   "Leave," Remus said to the servants. 

   They mopped up the remains of the salad from the tiled floor and bowed out.  Remus did not speak again until the he heard the sound of the main doors close

   "I own you," Remus said, setting his fork beside his salad plate carefully.  "I own everything Sparda use to own.  Including little mementos with his scent on it."

   Dante's throat went dry.  A small smile appeared on Vergil's face.

   "Your father was an ambitious but not very fortunate businessman," Remus said.  "Even when he was millions in debt, he didn't stop borrowing money from my corporation.  He lived off the theory that things will get better eventually.  Well, it never did.  He still believed his luck, even after he sold his children to us."

   Remus leaned back, lacing one leg over the other. 

   "My father thought it was amusing.  Little toys for me to play with.  Imagine my sadness that only one of the two twins was delivered, when the time came to collect.  He said you had died a year after the contract was signed.  We had suspected that it was a lie, since Vergil never remembered any kind of childhood illness that supposedly took your life.  Only that one day, you and your mother suddenly disappeared and we were told nothing.  Your father had thrown your twin to the wolves while sending you to grow up in a blessed ignorance- unaware of just what kind of father you really had."

   "It's...not...true...."

   "He hid you well," Remus continued.  "Didn't give us even one hint when we shot away his knees and hands... then his head.  Then I suppose it didn't matter.  My father took a liking to Vergil and his talent for the family business.  His second son.  Not that I mind having a brother.  But it does bother me that I was cheated out of a toy that should have been mine."

   "You should have stayed in England with mother," Vergil said.

   "Mother....died fifteen years ago..." Dante said softly.  "I came here to find....you.  Mother...told me...about you being adopted by this Corporation's president...."

   Vergil shook his head.

   "There isn't a "me" anymore," Vergil said.  "I died the day father handed me over.  Sold to pay for his mistakes."

   "No... he..."

   Vergil's fist slammed down on the table, silencing Dante instantly.

   "What the hell do you know?! You were the one he chose to save! You were the one they both loved! You were the one who was not thrown away!"

   "Calm down, Vergil," Remus said.  "You'll have plenty of opportunities later."

   Vergil let out a long sigh and nodded, his shoulders hunched.

   "So, it was your mother that planted the name of my company in your head," Remus said.  "Imagine my surprise when I received an interesting phone call from Human Resources about a certain employee applicant who looked exactly like the company vice president.  The amazing coincidence of the missing twin ending up looking for employment here turned out to be an irony.  Your mother inadvertently sent you back to me."

   "You knew...then...?"

   "How did you think you suddenly got a rather high-paying job as one of my senior staff when you applied for entry level position? I wanted to watch you for awhile.  See what kind of person you’ve grown up to be...before I tear that down and rebuild you into my personal doll."

   "You kept me for two and half years...." Dante whispered. 

   "It's a slight challenge, to make sure the other executives who knew Vergil would not slip.  Vergil was quite impatient to see you in person... but, I had to make sure."

   Dante frowned.

   "I had to make sure that you are still pure.  Like the clean little boy I was suppose to have 20 years ago..." he said and pressed the button at the underside of the table.  "I would have had you killed if you somehow became corrupt.  If you became a soiled little whore who would sell himself to get his way.  If you had become like your father, who sold himself and his family for his personal gain."

   Dante shook his head.  The doors behind him snapped open again.  The servants returned, this time with plates of steak.

   "Don't talk about him like that -- "

   "I was being kind with words," Remus said.  "I usually don't speak ill of the dead."

   The plates were set down in front of them with the new silverware.  Dante's eyes caught the sight of the steak knife and he snatched it up in his hand, even before it was set down.  He dove toward Remus, the knife raised.  A loud clatter of more broken dishes as the servants dropped their trays and restrained him, pulling him back and wrestled the knife out of his hand.

   "You are lying --!" Dante screamed, kicking and struggling in the arms that held him.

   "Walter, tie him down please."

   He was dragged back into his chair, his forearms pressed onto the arms of the chair and wrists quickly secured with strips of flexicuff.  Someone had knelt down and bound his ankles together with one strip.  As he cursed, his linen napkin was shoved into his mouth and tied in place.

   "I suppose he's pure enough for your standards," Vergil said, sawing off a piece of the steak.  "But he has quite a temper."

   "Makes it more fun," Remus replied with a smile.

   "So I wonder," Vergil said, spearing the piece of meat and stared at it thoughtfully.  "What you've planned to do to him... you would have done to me, if your father had not adopted me?"

   Remus' smile widened.

   "Would be interesting to find out, huh?"

    "You gonna be a good boy?" Remus ran his fingers through Dante's hair, combing the strands affectionately as he spoke.  Dante's eyes remained fixed on the plate of food that had long been cold, in front of him.  "Maybe we can still salvage the rest of the night if you behave."

    Remus loosened the knot to the gag and let the linen fall onto the ground.  

    "None of this has to be difficult," Remus said softly as his cupped Dante's chin and pulled it back until the blue eyes were staring up at him.  "I can be a very kind master... "

    Remus pressed his index finger over Dante's mouth, marveling the softness of it before pushing the tip in between the lips.  He felt the tongue and the moisture of it as it brushed past.  He pushed his finger in deeper but reflexively pulled it out even before he realized Dante had bitten him.  Remus studied the bite mark that was starting to bruise at the pad of his finger.  

    "Dante, you shouldn't have done that...." Vergil said, shaking his head.

    "Fuck you," Dante hissed, pulling against the flexicuffs so hard that the strips were cutting into his skin.  "Fuck both of you.  You can't keep me here -- "

    "Or what?" Remus said as he kicked the legs of the chair and made it topple over backwards.  The fall stunned Dante for a few second when the back of his head struck the hard floor.  "Even if you manage to get out and off this property... you think the cops will do anything for you?"

    Vergil sighed and pushed his chair back from the table.  He stood and walked around to stand beside Remus - staring down at Dante on the ground.

    "Dear brother," Vergil said.  "You don't seem to understand much of the social order in this city.  It's an open secret that we own everything here.  The politicians.  The cops.  Everything.  They know what's ours."

    "Vergil," he said.  "Would it be something of a masturbatory act to fuck your own twin?"

    Vergil shrugged.

    "Never thought of it that way."

    "I want to see.  It's something that I think all men should see at least once in their life."

    Vergil laughed softly.

    "Twins?  Never knew you had a thing for them."

    "Didn't know either," Remus said as he pulled out a chair that was beside Dante and sat in it.  "Try his mouth. He's kind of talented."

    Vergil's hands moved to his belt line, his smile grew wider as Dante's eyes widened.

    "He won't bite you," Remus said and picked up Dante's glass of wine.  "At least I don't think he would."

    "You don't think?"

    Vergil unclasped the button on his pants and lowered the zipper.  Dante shook he head as Vergil knelt down, holding Dante's head between his knees.  

    "Vergil..please don't -- please ....."

    "Shhhhh -- "

    Vergil pulled out his cock that was already half hard.  Remus laughed and took a sip of the wine.

    "We will have to do this again and tape it."

    Vergil pressed the fleshy head of his cock against Dante's closed mouth.

    "Open up....I wouldn't want Walter and his boys to have to teach you how this is done.  They are much more on the rough-side, compared to Remus and I."

    "Ver...gil..."

    "Open...." Vergil said and hooked a finger into Dante's mouth and pulled it down.  When the opening was wide enough, he pushed his cock inside.  A long sigh came, as he slide inside until he felt the head of it pressed against the back of the throat.

    "Nice?" Remus asked.

    "Very," Vergil breathed out.  He moved in and out, slowly at first to savor the sensation of the tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock.  He felt the teeth scrap a couple of times but they never bit down.  

    "His ass feels much better," Remus said.  "Very tight."

    The engorged shaft pumped in and out his mouth steadily.  The head of it touched the back of his throat several times, triggering his gag reflex.  When he made retching sounds - Vergil smiled.  The constricting muscles of his neck were making his cock harder.

    "And now...I want to know..." Remus said as he put the wine glass on the table.  "If he tastes the same as you..."

    Remus rose from the seat and crouched down beside the fallen chair.  He gave Vergil's backside an affectionate pat before he undid Dante's pants and grasped the limp cock, pulling it out.  He pulled on the cock - softly at first, then built up a rhythm as Vergil's movements as he watched the mouth take in the hard thickness.

   He could barely breathe.  The blunt head of his brother's cock was tearing up against his throat and all he could hear was the thick sound of the fluid that had pooled at his throat being churned.  He couldn't feel if he was getting erect  - but he did, when he felt a distinctive feel of arousal spear through him.  He tore at the cuffs again - the pain of them cutting into his skin cleared his mind.  He felt the trickles of blood run down from it and into his arm.  He welcomed the pain.  Anything to dissuade himself from being aroused.

    "Almost..." Vergil whispered.  His cock swelled and Dante could feel the thick vein that ran along the underside of the cock twitch before thick spurts of salty cum coat his tongue and spilled down his throat.  

    "Good boy..." Vergil said absently as he got up, only to turn himself around.  

    "No .... " Dante whispered as Vergil licked at his cock, with Remus continuing to pull at it.  

    "Let me make you feel as good as you did me..." Vergil said and took the cock into his mouth, moving his tongue over it.

    "Beautiful..." Remus said, his fingertips drawing small circles at the base of Dante's shaft.

    Dante closed his hands into fists - so hard that his nail cut into the palms of his hands.  He hated the sensation that was going through his body then.  He did not want to be aroused. He did not want to cum... but when he did, he cried out.  He heard Vergil giggle when he did,

    "It's okay," he said.  Small laps at his spent, wet cock.  "You did just fine..."

    Remus bent down and gave Vergil a small kiss at first - then sank his mouth in for a deeper kiss.  When their mouth parted, Vergil's mouth was a little bruised but the smile he wore remained.

    "Nice," Remus whispered.  "Your brother tastes very nice..."

    Dante's chair was set up right. He would have pitched over, if the flexicuffs were not in place and held him up.  Suddenly, he was tired.  As if he had not slept in days and all of the weariness had came to him that moment.  He couldn't even make himself look up, even as Remus pulled his head back by his hair.

    "Let me see what your brother tastes like," Remus said softly and licked along the bottom lip slowly before driving his tongue inside.  Dante felt the tongue - licking hard against his but he couldn't make his body to obey and bite down.  His mouth hung half open as Remus devoured him, biting in deeper and deeper until Remus finally pulled back, out of breath.

    "The same?" Vergil asked as he tucked himself back into his pants.

    "Not quite," Remus said.  "It's also quite nice...but you can tell the subtle difference."

    Vergil bent down and gave Dante a small kiss.

    "Maybe we can try again tomorrow," he said as he brushed damp strands of hair out of Dante's eyes.  "Poor Dante here seems to be very tired."

    Remus nodded and stretched.

    "I'm going back to work.  Have some clients to deal with.  Could you put our pet to bed? It'll be a long day for him tomorrow and he'll need all the strength he can get."

    "Of course," Vergil said, wringing another kiss from Dante's mouth.  The doors closed, leaving the brothers alone.

    "V...Ver..."

    Vergil shook his head.

    "Don't defy him," Vergil said.  "Like he said - this does not have to be difficult.  I can't protect you if you fight him."

    Dante's eyes lowered.

    "In his own way, he loves you.  Let him."

    Dante's eyes closed.

    "No," he said and let himself be spirited off to the dark corner of his mind

 End Part 2