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Dante smelled her first.
It had been a week after his eighteenth birthday and he was still on a fairly drunken bender. Jobs were few in-between so he'd always had a lot of downtime. That, paired with his demon constitution meant he didn't have to bother about alcohol poisoning or hangovers.
When he finally dragged himself away from the bar and down the road he swallowed back the acidic tint of bile in his throat. He groaned, tipping up his head towards the sky as he stumbled around. It took a lot to get drunk so he was completely broke again but whatever. Demons didn't seem to be in short supply lately.
Above, the night sky was getting cloudier and Dante began to plod back to his shop. He really couldn't be bothered wandering about in a rain storm and was staggering back and forth, his stomach grumbling but not yet edging back into vomit territory.
It was when he walked over an intersection- and flipping off one of the drivers who'd honked at him angrily -that another scent began to flutter at the edge of his senses. The smog of the city usually cloaked everything, the exhausts and overwhelming stink of humans, but now there was something. Something sharp that began to poke at that feral instinct at the base of his mind, a scent that was rousing the beast.
He straightened up, inhaling deeply as he tried to figure out what it was. Usually demons excluded an aura around them like a flame and most were arrogant enough they didn't bother hiding. Dante certainly didn't, not any more anyway, so usually they would just attack him outright if he wasn't out on a job.
This one though was setting off signals in his brain he wasn't sure to interpret- danger but also intrigue. Wariness alongside interest.
That was weird and pissing him off. He hated that mysterious shit and had no patience for it. Just ambush him already.
Though his curiosity was answered when he was a block away from his newly purchased shop when he caught a flash of blue at the edge of his vision and Dante froze in place.
It had been ten years but he instantly knew who was watching him across the street, the tails of her coat swaying in the faint breeze.
Instead of the young eight year old girl he remembered her as, a girl who'd been completely identical to him besides her hair length, was now a grown woman. Pale and broad shouldered with cold blue eyes, long legs braced apart in an easy stance. She was wearing a long, three tailed blue coat over a black vest, with knee high boots and fingerless gloves. She was just as tall as he was and her white hair was pulled back in a French braid that reached the small of her back. In one hand she held Yamato just below the tsuba, thumb pressed lightly against it.
Vergil.
A flush of demonic energy flared through him, burning through the alcohol in his system in a flash and sharpening his senses to the point he could see her snowy white eyelashes and the serpentine silver patterns on her coat.
For a long minute he just stared at her in shock, with her passively watching him back.
Tentatively, he approached. It wouldn't be the first time he'd thought he'd seen Vergil, flickers at the edge of his vision or something that would make him double take but usually they'd vanish if he went to check. Now though she was just eyeing him, not moving even when he stopped just out of arms reach of her.
"Verg?"
Maybe she was a trap, a hallucination caused by some demon. Wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.
"Dante." Her voice was low and slightly thick, making a shiver roll up his spine as realization hit.
He hugged her.
In that moment Vergil tensed and a part of him fully expected her to attack him. Instead she just remained ridged and unmoving as Dante gripped her shoulder and waist, pressing himself right against her in a tight embrace.
She was warm and tense against him, her scent filling his nostrils as he tightened his grip on her, a coiled, wounded part of himself finally relaxing at having his twin back. At having Vergil back with him. He'd never realized how empty he'd felt until it was filled, nudging at her earlobe as he sighed against her.
And he resolutely did not think about how her chest was pushing against his in a way it'd never done when they'd hugged as kids.
It was her, he knew that beyond a doubt. Her scent had matured but he instantly recognized it, pressed so tight against the source. Something even demons couldn't fake.
He was unaware he'd started sniffing at her throat, all but panting against her jawline until she snapped his name again and he jolted out of the sudden haze of elation that'd washed over him.
Pulling back, he kept a grip on her shoulders as he stared at her. A wide, toothy smile settled on his face as he grinned at her not at all deterred by the icy look he got in response.
"Hey, my place is just around the corner," he said, tugging at her hand eagerly like he'd done as a kid, "Ya know, get this reunion really rolling in case this storm kicks in."
She didn't respond but didn't slap him away as he lead her down the street towards his recently purchased shop, chattering away to her, "I mean, I'm not even open for business yet, haven't picked a name out. Already getting calls though, you'd figure there were no demon hunters around."
Vergil still didn't say anything but that wasn't out of the ordinary as Dante rambled. She usually was the silent one while Dante bounced around her like an excitable puppy, jabbering about whatever thought caught his fancy. At least that hadn't changed.
He just kicked open the door to his place- he probably should start locking it but whatever -and completely ignored the way Vergil tensed at the threshold before he pulled her through. His scent had already begun to settle in the place.
While he was tempted to keep on hanging off her Dante instead released her hand to leave her standing in the middle of the store. Her eyes were sharp as she peered around the area and Dante wasn't sure what he wanted to do- maybe lean against the wall? Sit down? Hug her again? Rub up against her? He had no idea.
So instead he idly scratched at his bare stomach, loitering around his faulty jukebox as Vergil eyed the area. While he was almost giddy with having her back, his devil nature was confusing him. It keep hissing that there was a threat before him, a rival, and he needed to get her out of his lair.
He strangled that impulse even if he just wished Vergil would stop shooting looks at him like that- like she was trying to figure out if he was an enemy or not as well. Her tight grip on Yamato wasn't helping.
"So uh-"
"You live here." Vergil's cool voice cut him off.
"Yup."
"Willingly."
"Uh, yeah?"
"Hn."
Dante resisted the urge to wring his hands like a child being scolded by a headmaster. Vergil had always been critical of messes even as a kid but now her expression looked as if it had been carved from ice and he suddenly, abruptly, felt embarrassed about the state of his shop for the first time. He'd always hated cleaning.
Leave it to Vergil.
"Um, you can sit if you want," he said feebly after it became apparent Vergil was just to stand there staring at him, gesturing towards the leather couch shoved against the wall.
"I'd prefer not for I fear I will catch the plague if I touch anything within this mess," her lips curled slightly into a sneer and Dante bristled.
Sure it was a trash heap but it was his trash heap and he'd willingly invited Vergil, a powerful demon, into his lair. She may be his twin but they'd spent more time apart than together so his devil was bristling under his skin at his space being criticized by a potential foe.
Dante shoved that down, resisted the urge to snap his teeth at her. He didn't want to start a fight- even if a part of him felt that was a wonderful idea -and okay, he had to admit he lived messily so her comment was kinda warranted.
Stalking around her he just rather petulantly shoved the stale pizza boxes from his desk, keeping eye contact the whole time. She just stared at him, face a porcelain mask and giving nothing away.
Vergil had always been fairly stone faced as a kid but it seemed she'd finally perfected the 'I'm too cool to show emotion' thing. It was really starting to piss off Dante, which clashed with the near blind elation still rolling around in his gut.
Frustrated he flopped down onto his chair, propping his ankles up on his desk as he folded his hands behind his head in a display of deliberate nonchalance.
Flippantly he asked, "So, how you been keeping?"
Her eyes narrowed before she replied with an icy, "I lived."
Okaaay.
"Guess we both did. Figured maybe it was just me, ya know?" he grinned at her. Her glare increased in intensity until it felt like he was trying to stare down a gorgon and he felt adrenaline surge through his veins in preparation to fight. There was also a low flush of arousal he determinedly ignored.
"Considering you hid, I doubt you had any reason to know otherwise." Her voice was soft but her eyes remained cold.
He sat up then, boots thudding on the ground, "Yeah well, I was a freaked out kid so I did whatever the fuck I needed to do to survive."
"Isn't that a sentiment," Vergil said, titling her head back, "Doing what needs to be done. Is that why you are going to become a mercenary dog to the humans?"
Okay, what, Dante squinted at her, not really knowing why she was pissed off but getting pissed off in turn, "Hey, if you're good at something don't do it for free. 'Sides, demons just seem to be popping up more and more, someone's gonna save the masses and I live for beating the crap out of those bastards."
"Sentimentality then," Vergil said, shifting back on her heels.
"I mean nah. Fighting demons is fun. Can't sit around crying like I used to as a kid, ya know?" he grinned at her as he hesitantly steered the conversation somewhere else, "I mean, if you feel like sticking around-"
"The world is what it is because it doesn't care what it is or how people perceive it. It doesn't ask permission before acts are committed. Sentimentally isn't tolerate in this luckless place, so stop clinging to the dregs of our long gone life and grow up, Dante. I have no time nor patience to coddle your childish delusions."
Dante was a bit taken aback at the blunt dismissal. He'd certainly noticed how standoffish she'd been behaving but now she was borderline hostile. The fact she was still gripping Yamato so tightly that she was ready to draw it in a moments notice made that abundantly clear.
He felt beads of sweat dot his nape as his blood warmed up in preparation for a fight. Vergil's refusal to drop eye contact with him wasn't helping- he still didn't really have much clue about demon instincts so he just kinda based it off crap he knew about dogs. That locking gazes usually meant a challenge and Vergil had always been one to never back off. Even normal humans didn't like eyeballing him too much.
Then the jukebox in the corner lit up briefly, startling him badly enough he twitched. It was a brief second that he broke eye contact to flick his gaze over to the jukebox even as it stuttered and died, but it was enough.
Vergil however didn't rub it in his face. Instead she just turned away, her attention shifting to the numerous battle trophies haphazardly decorating the walls and Dante used the opportunity to study her closely without his frustration getting in the way. He could recognize his own features in hers but they weren't identical any more like they'd been as children. Her face had grown sharper and colder, as if her features were carved from ice, but she was incredibly beautiful. Her lips weren't thin but not full either, even if they were currently pulled down at the corners in a frown. Clearly she wasn't impressed with his left overs stamped to the walls. Or it could be the dust that'd already started to accumulate.
Dante shifted in place, trying to ignore the way her scent was curling up in his nostrils. It was growing thicker the longer she remained in his presence and his demonic nature was sitting heavy in his chest, to the point he had to strangle the urge to go over and scent her again. He even tried to distant himself from the knowledge that his twin had grown into a very beautiful woman, her chilly vestige only enhancing that for him.
He wasn't very successful, considering he was half hard in his pants but he did his best to strangle down the simmering instincts of his demon. It'd happened before, getting turned on during violence fights or after killing a particularly difficult enemy on jobs or even just for no reason at all but now he wasn't sure what he actually wanted to do. Just that Vergil's very presence was making him flustered.
As he watched her trail a pale finger down the shaft of a Devil Arm axe on the wall Dante reasoned it was just because she was attractive. Objectively. Sure. After all, he knew he was hot so clearly his twin would be as well. It just made sense.
"So uh, got that from a-"
"Manticore."
Dante blinked, "Guess you're still a book nerd, huh."
"Some of us actually enjoy being educated," she snapped.
"Wow okay, really wanna go back to our childhood eh?"
She whirled around so fast her braid flew around behind her in a flash of white. She glared at him, "Strange considering you shed that the instant you were able to."
With deliberate slowness he got to his feet, sauntering around his desk to give her a smile that was all teeth, "Weren't you always the one harping on about learning from the past? You spent most of your time drowning in all those boring-ass books."
Vergil didn't shy away from his approach, instead stalking closer while managing to look down her nose at him despite them being the same height. Her gaze slid lower, to the amulet sitting heavy on his bare chest.
"I'm surprised you didn't pawn it," she said, a sneer marring her face, "Considering you seemed eager to throw away any connection to your past and hide behind a mask."
"Fuck you, Verg," Dante said.
"Now who's being childish?"
Vergil was a lot different from any of the girls Dante had messed around or even interacted with- not just the 'twin' thing but that she was half demon and that part of him was equal parts furious and intrigued by her. Wanted a fight or fuck or maybe both and it was getting more and more difficult to act casual as his mouth watered over her scent with how close she was. His human self balked at his rising lust but his demon, usually a muted presence, was getting more and more prominent. It also thought forcing Vergil down was a wonderful idea.
Then Vergil reached out to his chest, her fingertips grazing the edge of the amulet before Dante seized her wrist. She snarled right in his face, eyes flaring blue as her other hand snaked out to grab his forearm. He hissed right back at her, bristling at the sudden invasion of his space.
They gripped each other hard enough to leave bruises and Dante could feel Vergil's bones grinding together in his grip while her fingers were steadily crushing his arm. They strained against one another, not shoving but instead just braced against one another.
It lasted all of ten seconds.
Then something inside Dante broke free, fire flooding through his veins and burning his skin as his own eyes flared crimson with his devil soul. He was furious- furious at Vergil's cold, dismissive responses, furious at her condescending bullshit attitude, furious at the confusing, wild attraction he now felt towards her. However rather than shove her away, Dante attacked.
He used her iron grip on him to yank Vergil forward to crash his lips roughly to hers. Vergil stiffened, nails biting into his arm as she tried to push away. He didn't let her, instead kissing her hard and demanding. Dante kissed her with all the simmering rage and frustration and desire that had the word Vergil now attached to it.
Vergil's grip on his arm dropped and Dante took advantage to shove her back against the wall, one hand clamping onto her nape while the other snaked around her hips as he kissed her wildly. His teeth pulled at her lower lip before biting down, making her gasp as her arms wrapped around his ribs tightly enough he could barely breath.
His devil danced across his skin, sharpening his teeth and nails as his senses wrapped around his twin as her scent flooded his nostrils. She smelled of rage and shock but underneath it all was an answering response of arousal.
His hand slid down from her hip to her thigh, feeling the dense muscle through the fabric of her pants. Vergil made a low growl against his mouth even as Dante groped at her leg before sliding up to grab a firm handful of her ass.
With a groan he sucked her tongue into his mouth, the kiss becoming wet and noisy as he ground up hard against her. He hadn't bothered to put on underwear that morning so his stiff cock was rutting up against the fabric of his pants, quickly making the material damp as he dragged Vergil flush against him.
In response Vergil's nails, now sharpened into talons, sank through his coat and into the meat of his shoulders. The spike of pain just heightened his arousal, making him moan against her as his hand squeezed her ass before encouraging her legs to part. He was ridiculously turned on and heady at the idea of being able to fuck her, despite being a sorta virgin.
Of course that wasn't to say Dante wasn't interested in sex- he most certainly was but through a lot of fooling around it had become depressingly apparent he couldn't have full on sex without his demonic nature showing itself. Oral and handjobs he could usually suppress his devil enough but if he got to the main affair then he'd get overly excited or aroused that he'd end up becoming wild enough he would hurt his partner, with claws and teeth and too much strength. The guilt from his clawing or bites got bad enough he started to stray away besides from the occasional make out or handjob, but even with women who didn't mind pain he knew he could easily end up breaking bones by accident so he'd gotten resigned to just having to settle down with his hand. Because there was no way in Hell he was gonna fuck a demon, especially since most of them wanted to kill his ass on sight.
With Vergil though he could grab her with all his strength and it wouldn't even bruise her skin; even after biting her lower lip the wound was already healing over. He could slam her against the wall and not worry about breaking her ribs. He pull away from their kiss to snap bloodied teeth in her face and she wouldn't panic or shriek. Instead she just snarled right back and backhanded him so hard it knocked him on his ass.
Damn, he probably shouldn't find that so arousing. Fuck human guilt and morals, this was Vergil and he wanted her.
He barely had time to sit up before Vergil was in his lap, her teeth sinking right into the curve of where his neck meets his shoulder. He grabbed her braid in a vice grip, trying to yank her off but she just sank her fangs down so hard he could feel his bones creak as his flesh tore open.
Panting, Dante's eyes squeezed shut as her teeth remained embedded in his skin. Rather than trying to pull her off he grabbed her hips and began to drag her over his clothed cock in rhythmic movements. Vergil growled, even as she drank at his wound but didn't get off him even as his movements grew more frantic until he came in his pants, body arching underneath her.
The tension oozed from Dante's body even as Vergil's licking turned into sucking, the deep bite marks already healing.
After a moment Vergil pulled away and Dante couldn't help but whine at seeing the crimson staining her mouth; his colour.
Leaning forward he kissed her again, this time the action being soft and almost gentle. Carefully he sucked on her bottom lip, moaning at the taste of blood mixed with the taste of her. He wanted her in his bed now.
It took some manoeuvring but eventually he managed to tugged her up the stairs to his bedroom though they ended up kissing violently and fiercely on the landing, with Dante humping her thigh like a horny dog. It was only when Vergil broke the banister with her grip that the sound of splintering wood lifted the haze of lust from his mind enough that he finally got her into his room.
Vergil bristled at the doorway and he had to coax her through with excessive groping and kisses, not really understanding her hesitance but trying awkwardly to soothe it. Eventually she shoved him back on the bed, where he sprawled out without a fight on the mess heap of blankets. He expected her to pounce on him, to rip off his pants and just ride him and a part of him fully welcomed it.
Instead she stared down at him, breath short and eyes wide. He grinned at her, knowing his lips were stained in the same red as hers. Tiny silvery blue scales were inching along the skin of her brow and around her eyes, her pupils razor-thin slits among the glowing cerulean of her irises.
Fuck.
He whined at her, a high, needy noise that made her shiver. Still, she hesitated.
After a moment he forced himself to sit up, shrugging off his red coat and throwing it off on the ground along with his gun holsters. Shirtless, he leaned back on his hands to grin at her. The tent in his pants twitched as Vergil's eyes flicked down to it.
Only then did she move but it wasn't to jump him. Instead it was to methodically remove her clothes with controlled movements.
Watching Vergil undress was frustrating; she carefully unbuckled her boots before pulling her feet free, then peeled off her socks, rolling them up and placing them in the boots. Once done she shrugged off her blue coat, revealing her sleeveless vest and bare muscular arms, before folding it up neatly to place on the bedside table. Then she undid her fingerless gloves and added them to the pile.
By then Dante was a squirming mess, his devil instincts insisting he act, urging him to just grab Vergil and rip her pants and vest right off her body and take her right there on the floor. Vergil wasn't even being sexy or anything but for some reason watching her slowly remove her layer of clothings was one of the most arousing things he'd seen.
His hips were rolling at nothing and by the time she'd unclipped her belt and shimmed off her pants he was palming at the fabric of his crotch. His eyes were fixed to her when she pulled off her underwear and he barely had time to eye the thatch of glossy white curls before she was back on his lap in nothing but her vest, catching his lips in a kiss.
It was deep and wet, Dante grinding his hips up to hers. Her arousal and scent was strong enough it was making him light-headed and he was panting against her mouth and licking at her teeth while making a hungry growling sound against her.
After some more sloppy kissing Dante groped around to undo her vest with feverish movements. Though his brain promptly turned into mush as it revealed the black silk corset she wore underneath, the dark glossy material in sharp contrast to her pale skin. Dante made an inarticulate noise, pawing at the corset as his hip bucked.
Vergil pulled away from him, looking annoyed as she snapped, "What?"
It took a few moments for his brain to function, Dante dragging his hands up the silken sides of the corset as he couldn't help but tease, "Dressed all up for me?"
"It's nothing like that," she grunted, her glare somewhat ruined by her flustered face, "If I get wounded it keeps the bones and organs in place to facilitate faster healing-"
"Practical, okay yeah sure," Dante agreed with her easily enough, eyes fixed up on the exposed upper slopes of her breasts which were propped up from the bodice, "How do I-"
Vergil smacked his hands away as they went to pull at the lacing at the back, deftly untying it herself with practised movements. He could help but grip her hips, grinding up against her and enjoying the way she inhaled sharply.
There were two blotches of red high on her cheekbones, the hue stark against her pale skin, while her lips were shiny with saliva but Dante's gaze was completely fixed on her breasts as she eased the bodice from her. Because damn Vergil was stacked underneath all her layers of clothes.
She leaned to the side to carefully put the vest and corset with her jacket so he took the opportunity to bend down to lick a nipple into his mouth. Vergil jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her as Dante eagerly sucked her nipple into hardness while his hand groped and pulled at the other. While he was gnawing away Vergil used shaky hands to undo her braid, her straight white hair falling down to her waist before he started to use more force in his biting and twisting so she grabbed onto his shoulders with a low whine.
Vergil was being noisy enough he wondered if she'd actually even done this before and he enjoyed nipping at her supple flesh while pinching her nipple as she squirmed against him, her scent growing thick and heady even as a damp patch began to form on his pants from where she was rocking up against him.
While he was thoroughly enjoying groping her chest, an idea formed in his head which he eagerly wanted to try. So after a few more gropes he stood up, easily holding Vergil against him to quickly turn and drop her on his bed. He moaned in appreciation as the motion made her heavy breasts bounce but arranged her so her legs were hanging over the edge.
He quickly threw aside his gloves before dropping to his knees between Vergil's spread legs, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled deeply.
A part of him bristled at the idea of kneeling for Vergil, the bestial shade in his mind greatly disliking the idea of prostrating himself before her. However he knew that a lot of women wouldn't come from penetrative sex and while he was near panting at the idea of getting his cock inside her, he was going to make her writhe first. Was going to make her scream.
First thing first though. Dante slid his hands back up along her legs up to her bare breasts and kneaded them, rolling the hard pink nipples between his calloused fingers. His mouth soon followed, sucking and then nibbling on the soft flesh. Vergil grunted as he carefully pulled at her nipple with his teeth before moving down, fingers squeezing her breasts before trailing down her sides to rest on her hips. He kissed at her skin, feeling the dense muscle of her abdomen before he settled fully on his knees between her spread legs.
His eyes flicked back up to her face, noting that her pupils her irises sparkled blue with demonic energy before directing his attention to the damp thatch of white curls at the apex of her thighs.
Slowly he slipped his fingers inside her, shuddering at how wet and hot she was, at how easily her flesh parted for him. He curled up his fingers, relishing the way Vergil shivered even as he nudged one of her legs up onto his shoulder while as his free hand slid around her back to push her hips more firmly against his dancing fingers.
His gaze kept flicking from her flushed face to where his fingers were buried inside her, keeping a slow, rhythmic pumping that made her hips jolt. Within moments she was panting, writhing against his hand as wetness dripped down to his wrist. Dante was ridiculously hard just from fingering her, from just watching her reaction and getting light-headed from the heady scent of lust and arousal choking the room.
As tempting as it was to just push her down and mount her, he persisted in thrusting his fingers inside her heat until the muscles in her abdomen and thigh went tense, a sharp whine emanating from her as her body went stiff.
Dante watched her face the whole time, her cheeks a bright crimson and eyes shut with sweat dotting her brow. He was painfully hard but ignored that to instead slip his fingers free and pull her other leg over his shoulder. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face between her thighs.
The scent of her was overwhelming, Dante growling while his tongue delved deep into her as crimson scales pebbled along his flesh. His slick tongue lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves, nose pressed right against the white curls.
Vergil seized a handful of his hair with a clawed hand, her thighs clamping so firmly around his head she probably would've broken his neck if he'd been human. The combination of human longing and demonic lust was leaving him dizzy and needy as he eagerly mouthed at her, tongue licking long stripes through her wetness as she gasped above him.
The noise of her along with the overwhelming smell of her lust made him cum in his pants again, hips bucking uselessly as he groaned against her. Vergil's thighs were starting to tremble again and he pushed aside a wave of content dizziness to suckle at the small sensitive nub among her heat.
She cried out as her muscles tensed, wetness soaking Dante's chin as she rutted against his face. He kissed her through it, tongue laving in easy, slow motions until Vergil dragged him away with a fistful of hair.
He looked up at her blearily, licking the slick fluid from his lips as he watched her heavy breasts heave with her panting. With a surge of strength she dragged him upright into a frenzied kiss, still tightly gripping his hair while the other hand roamed his shoulders and back.
Another thing with being half demon was the quick recovery time with orgasms- he could get hard minutes after cumming to the point it could become infuriating. Now though the eagerness was just urging him on, the room utterly stinking of sweat and sex which just aided the quick thickening of his cock.
As easy as it would be to fuck against Vergil's naked body- especially with her aggressive kissing and hard nipples dragging against his chest -he really wanted to get out of his sticky pants. So with some reluctance he pulled away from her, groaning as Vergil's claws scratched deeply at his skin as he lurched away to stand up.
With jerky movements he kicked off his boots and shimmied off his pants, throwing them on the ground carelessly until he was standing naked before Vergil, his cock already bobbing back upwards and flushed red with blood.
Vergil arched a silver eyebrow, somehow managing to look imperious despite being a naked, sweaty mess, with strong thighs parted to show a slick mess in-between, "You don't bother to wear underwear?"
Dante shrugged, unashamed of his nudity, "Feels better this way."
A snort, "Of course that would be your lackadaisical reason."
She opened her arms to him and eagerly he climbed up on the bed, settling himself between her thighs with his hands braced on either side of her head. His cock was stiff, throbbing in time with his heartbeat even as he bent down to pull a taut nipple into his mouth. She groaned even as he shifted so he was leaning most of his weight on a forearm to pinch at her other nipple. With a low hiss she wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock getting trapped between their sweaty stomachs.
Mouth dropping open he pressed his forehead against her breast, rutting against her in frantic, mindless movements. Before long he was shuddering through a dry orgasm, as his cock twitched and balls tightened.
"Fuck," he hissed. He hadn't been so easily excited before and it was getting goddamn ridiculous with how easy it was. He inhaled deeply against Vergil's neck, drooling as he mouthed at the skin. Little wonder some demons went completely nuts with lust. He certainly felt like he was about to.
Vergil's calloused fingertips trailed down his spine, digging into the muscle slightly and making him shiver as he panted against her. Slowly her hands moved back up before carding through his hair, the tips of sharp claws scratching at his scalp.
He groaned as the scent of her, wet and wanting, flooded his nostrils again and made his cock jump. Fuck, fuck, he couldn't remember the last time he'd run through so many close consecutive orgasms and even now strength was returning to his jellied limbs as his devil scorched at his mind, urging him with primal need to claim her to the dismissal of everything else. To fuck her hard and long until they were both unconscious.
His human mind was a mess though, half delirious from the constant stimulation and prolonged arousal. He knew demons could fuck like beasts but being on the receiving end of it was disorientating. Even now his vision was blurry and skin soaked in sweat as he panted against her skin. Moving up he licked at her throat, relishing the way she tilted her chin up to give him better access. He briefly paused at her pulse point before nibbling at the damp skin as she let out a low throaty noise.
"Dante."
He shivered, raising his head to lock eyes with her; her face was flushed, silvery blue scales dotting the skin with her lips and sharp teeth stained red. He eagerly kissed her in a languid movement, moaning into her mouth as their tongues collided and rolled against one another. He shifted onto his knees, still bent over to continuing kissing her as his hands slid underneath her ass to lift up her hips.
Vergil jerked her hips as he thrust hard to bury his cock deep inside her. The sensation of her, hot and tight around him, nearly made him cum instantly as he broke their kiss with a gasp. Instead he bit his lower lip so hard it broke skin before Vergil sank her claws into his shoulder blades and he completely lost his composure at the explosion of pain.
He snarled while lifting her hips up higher as he pulled back before ramming into her, making her cry out as they began to mate in earnest.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of their feral passion, of wet skin slapping against each other while pants and growls was wrung from them as blood ran down Dante's back and stained his mouth even he bucked frantically into his twin. Vergil's head fell back against the bed, breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts as her eyes squeezed shut, Dante's eyes fixed on the way her hard pink nipples were jostled with his movements. Her white hair was strewn about her, some of the strands stained in red even as her claws sank further into his flesh to drag out bloody furrows. Dante felt more than heard himself whisper three words into her ear and Vergil's legs tightened around his hips in response.
After a series of hard, sharp thrusts he couldn't help but lean back slightly to peer down at where they were connected, to where their white curls tangled against one another. The sight of his cock, slick with her fluids, pulling partway out before thrusting back into her made him shake violently as he groaned with his vision tinting red at the side. His claws dug into her hips, red staining his fingers and dripping down onto the sheets while Vergil's own grip shredding at his sides.
Before he could even think his hands had dropped from her hips to press her hands down on the bed besides her head while his teeth were buried into her throat to keep her pinned with her hot blood flooding into his mouth. Her thighs tightened around his hips as he became aware of his cock spilling inside her but continued to fuck her through it, with his prick still remaining hard within her wet heat even with his orgasm. His teeth kept Vergil in place, his grip on her wrists hard enough it would've snapped the bone if she was any less demon.
Distantly he was aware of the bed breaking, Dante thrusting into Vergil so hard and fast the base broke. Neither of them cared, just like he didn't care about all the blood splattering the sheets and staining their skin as they moved in unison with Vergil's heels digging hard into his spine as she gasped and arched beneath him.
After another fast, almost painful orgasm it just shifted into a flurry of sensations, of hands tangling in hair, of lips mouthing at skin, of teeth and claws ripping through flesh with the taste of blood and sweat thick in their mouths as they both became lost to their instincts in a frenzied, writhing heap.
Dante had no idea how much time passed before he finally succumbed to exhaustion, having destroyed most of the room and keeping himself thrust deep inside of Vergil for most of it. But eventually his ardour faded and Vergil's clinging limbs became lax and soft against him, her breath shifting from vicious snarling to low humming. Until they both finally asleep in a bloodied, sweaty heap on the ruined remains of his bed.
He slept deeply and dreamlessly, in a way he hadn't done for years. Firmly wrapped around Vergil's form in a bloodstained, content mess with his head pressed against her sternum as he snored.
Then at one point in the night the warm body pressed against his moved away, causing Dante to stir from his deep sleep to grope at the empty space while giving a plaintive whine. Calloused fingertips ran through his hair, rubbing at his scalp until he fell back into sleep.
When he woke up the next morning it was to an empty bed with no trace of Vergil. He tried not to feel bitter and hurt about it, and completely failed.
He didn't see her until a year later.