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The light of dawn hitting Dante's face wasn't completely unusual. He often forgot to close the curtains if he had been drinking the night before for the shitty room he was sleeping in. He was nude, given the heat. He felt his body make its usual morning demands. He rolled onto his back and reached down first to the pussy most didn't know that he had. He curled his hand just right to be able to touch his clit and cock and got to pumping. "Oh yeah, that's good..."
His back arched under the twin pleasures as he worked himself over. "F-fuck, yeah..." He moaned out as he sped up. He paced himself to make it last longer than usual and feel better, gasping and losing himself in the moment.
He never heard the outside door open and click shut. Didn't hear the stair groan. Dante would blame being on the edge later for not seeing the figure in his bedroom door.
He let himself cum, eyes rolling into his skull at the intensity as he spurted a few lazy ropes onto his stomach and chest. He wheezed for breath, sneezing a few times in reflex. He relaxed for a moment before he heard a shuffle of clothing hitting the ground.
The three seconds of scrambling wasn't enough as a slim, athletic body crashed into his, the man's delicate yet strong fingers wrapped around his throat. Hellishly strong to be exact. He opened his eyes and was confused for a moment to see a familiar face above him. Vergil!? He thought as he tried to fight Vergil off.
Dante was very confused as Vergil kept strangling him, the world going white as he tried to fight until his body simply couldn't. He felt himself tremble and quake as Vergil let go, sensation slowly returning. His hands were held down with a single hand, his legs pinned. A cock was pressed to his slit. "Dante. Your performance was truly... Sublime." Vergil spoke to him.
He gave no other words as he thrust forward, making Dante cry out in pain, earning a strange expression from Vergil. "Oh... Very good. You're inexperienced this way. I will enjoy this far more than you will, little brother." Vergil spoke with real sadism that sent real shivers down into Dante's gut.
Dante couldn't help himself but cry out as Vergil roughly fucked into him. It hurt, it was uncomfortable and Vergil was rough as he fucked. Vergil leaned forward and bit Dante's neck, hard. Dante screamed in pain.
Dante felt the pain begin to fade and what followed was almost worse: pleasure. Vergil was rough, but slow and methodical. "You're finally getting wet on me, Dante... Your body understands what your mind cannot."
Dante growled. "Fuck you, for augh-raping me!"
Vergil actually snarled before giving a dry laugh. "You'll change your tune soon enough. You stopped fighting already. Did you save your virginity for me? How thoughtful. I will reward you richly."
"Get the hell off of me!" Dante thrashed under Vergil, which made the dark slayer pick up the pace and start choking Dante out again.
"No can do. I'm getting close and so are you. You're mine, now." Vergil growled as Dante fought for air.
Vergil only released him when Dante stopped fighting. "Good boy." Vergil smirked. "Time for your reward."
Dante let out a sob as Vergil reached down and touched his clit, rubbing fast. Dante now choked for very different reasons: he felt himself coming undone. Dante screamed as the most intense orgasm of his life began to rush through his body.
He felt Vergil throb and heard the more controlled groans of Vergil experiencing his own orgasm... While balls deep in Dante. Vergil moaned as he painted Dante's insides white, his cock throbbing as Dante panted for air.
Dante lay limply, feeling tears run down his face. "Vergil, what the fuck."
Vergil kept Dante held down. "Something is coming. You will fight me over it, maybe to the death and I don't want to kill you. I thought of ways to ensure you don't interfere, but the words don't exist. How could they?"
"Raping me was your best plan!?" Dante screamed at him. "Are you out of your mind? It just makes me want to kill you!"
Vergil leaned in and kissed Dante, quieting the screams of fury. He let up only when Dante stopped screaming. "Your inner demon will disagree. I understand that to your human side, it is an intimate crime. This hurts you, it's a betrayal. I understand. I would rather you hate me forever alive."
Vergil kissed Dante's face, then his neck. His free hand pet, stroked and caressed every sensitive spot. Dante lay there, recovering as Vergil slowly drew Dante into gasping, then arching in pleasure. Dante shuddered in want and arousal. "I hate you so much." Dante whispered harshly.
"I know, I'm unforgivable yet I love you so, Dante." Vergil whispered. "Do you want me to fuck you this time?"
Dante groaned, hard as a rock. He hated himself as he caved to the beautiful sensations. "Shit, shit, please, yes, you complete asshole-"
It didn't hurt this time. Vergil stopped holding him down. Dante rolled them over and started riding Vergil's cock, not caring in the moment about taboo or what Vergil had done. He could forget as he felt his orgasm coming on about what had happened. Dante moaned, jerking his cock as he rode Vergil, before his voice went high. "Ahh, ahh-!"
Vergil's own groans weren't far behind, his hands gripping Dante's hips, his fingers gripping so hard that he'd leave quickly healed bruises. Dante let his breathing calm down, luxuriating in the fantastic sensation of cock in a still sensitive cunt. He pondered going another round, but he looked down into the relaxed face of his brother and felt his breath stop. Vergil was so beautiful.
Dante punched him hard in the face. "That's for earlier." He growled. "Asshole." He got up off Vergil, who didn't fight back as he'd expected.
Vergil just lay there, looking pensive with a blooming shiner. Dante went into the shower and washed himself off, starting to feel a little sore. Time and heat meant that the soreness was already faded, huzzah for cambion healing factor, not. He realized that the damage from Vergil strangling him had been already gone by the time he had started riding that bastard.
Dante didn't want to examine deeply what it said about him, the fact that he had been enthusiastically fucking his twin brother, or doing it after said twin brother held him down and raped him after watching Dante masturbate. He didn't want to think at all. He came out and was not surprised to see Vergil's face already just about healed, with just a bit of faded color near his eye. He was standing, equally nude and unashamed. "So. What are you planning to do, now that you have bedded your own sibling?"
Vergil padded his way to the bathroom. "Frankly, doing it as many times as that twin desires, whether that number be zero, a thousand or more."
"Oh, now you respect that. Hilarious. You piss me off so much sometimes." Dante growled at him. "And what if I told you to leave."
"You could do that, but then you'd worry about what I was getting up to." Vergil spoke bluntly. "As you already are. Or you could keep me close."
Dante drew in his breath, almost a hiss before actually hissing and growling. "You are willing to let me keep an eye on you, huh…?" Dante mused.
He listened to Vergil take a shower, feeling his hair still dripping water onto his shoulders, back and chest. He took a towel to it, thinking about what he had in his office, his options.
He watched Vergil come out, hair weighed down by dampness and he felt both melancholy and like dragging his beautiful ass back to bed.
"Shit." Dante swore softly. "You can stay, but I'm topping your pretty ass occasionally."
The next few weeks were full of hunting, sex and adjusting. Dante had never felt so physically satisfied, though a little put out that Vergil only wanted anal, not anything vaginal from Dante when receiving.
Dante should have known, he mused when he woke up feeling nauseous six weeks in. Vergil was going to be incredibly smug about Dante being pregnant. Dante forgot about Vergil's words at the beginning of their reunion, but not his actions but that suited Vergil just fine.
Dante was right where Vergil wanted him to be.
Vergil could take a vial of blood when Dante was too pregnant to be fighting. Until then, Vergil was happy to be nesting.
Temen-ni-Gru could wait a few more months.