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It had started out as a normal job, for the most part.
The pay had been suspiciously high for a mid-tier demon - just the one, roaming the city alleys and preying on unsuspecting citizens. Ordinary business. Nothing Dante hadn’t already seen a billion times.
But hey, bills needed paying, especially now that there were two of them living in the office, and he wasn’t as keen to let the electric and water go out now that brother dearest was there with him. Dante wouldn’t do Vergil like that.
So he’d been all too eager to take on what, on the tin, looked like free money - even as Vergil himself had tutted and frowned, commenting it seemed a bit suspicious and they should handle it with due caution.
Of course, Vergil had been right.
The demon wasn’t terribly strong - that had been just as per the job description, at least.
But it was fast - some kind of weird Fury mutation he’d never encountered before.
Vergil had named it, seemingly familiar with the type, but he hadn’t really retained the information. All Dante needed to know was how it fought and how to kill it, after all.
They’d been chasing the thing through alleys and rooftops for what felt like hours - it kept dodging and weaving and teleporting right behind them. It was more tedious than anything, to be honest.
“C’mon, buttface. Would it kill you to show yourself for five minutes?”
Dante called out into the general area of the buildings, too exasperated for his usual banter.
“Yes. It would kill it. Which is what I’m trying to do.”
Vergil’s response, deadpan and all too serious, was almost enough to draw a frustrated laugh out of him.
Whatever that thing was, though, it seemed to be generous, because just as he’d been about to reply to his brother, he sensed it - and true enough, it was right there, just around the corner.
They were on it in a second - both of them blurring faster than even the demon itself could run, their frustration having sapped them of any desire to play with their food.
Dante went for the kill immediately as the thing hissed at him with a mouth of spiny, needle-sharp teeth - and he and the beast lashed out at the exact same time. He’d made no move to dodge, of course - never having been one to shy from a little bit of pain when so little could truly harm him, and he had a chance of landing a blow lined up and ready.
His sword strike didn’t behead the demon, but it was a near thing - the Dante embedded itself into its neck with a sick crunch that gave him a lot of sadistic, gleeful satisfaction.
When he pulled it out, it was to a spray of blood and gross, brackish fluid and demonic screeching - and then the flail from the thing’s tail hit him, the attack it’d been rearing up for earlier.
The demon had likely been aiming for his soft underbelly with its scorpion-like tail stinger, but offset by the assault, the attack landed lower - the spiky tip embedding itself directly, painfully, right into Dante’s crotch, ripping through his leather pants like butter and getting him right on his favorite body part.
What a great time to be going commando.
”Shit!”
It was like getting kicked in the balls, except ten times worse - he dropped everything he’d been doing to cradle his crotch protectively, a white-hot pain nearly bringing him to his knees.
Fucking hell, out of all the things that could happen, this would almost be funny if it wasn’t so fucking painful.
“Fuck-“
It was all he could choke out, trying his best to get a handle on himself again to finish the job - Vergil was faster than him, though, because before he could do anything, he felt the air warping as a lightning-fast slice from Yamato cut the demon cleanly in half at the middle before it could even realize what had happened.
“Dante.”
Vergil’s boots scraped against broken concrete as he turned, eyes narrowing.
“You’re hurt.”
“No shit.”
He wheezed out, lungs suddenly burning.
That was… probably not good.
Vergil’s eyes were on him, intense and scrutinizing, before landing on the tear on Dante’s pants - and immediately widening for a fraction.
“Ah.”
“Yeah, uh. Guess I got distracted at the wrong time.”
Dante tried for a humorous chuckle, but it fell flat as his voice came out too labored for it.
Vergil didn’t seem to share his mirth - not that he ever did, but his already cold face was stony, zeroed in on the area of the sting with a clinical look in his eye. Again, it would be funny in any other circumstance.
“A Manticore Frenzy‘s sting is highly venomous. In the Underworld it preys on other demons as well, and it’s designed to paralyze and debilitate healing factors so it can consume its prey at its leisure after tiring it out.”
Because of fucking course it was. Just Dante’s luck to get hit on the dick with poison.
He wheezed out another half-chuckle.
“And that’s… really bad, isn’t it?”
Vergil nodded, still grave.
“Even for us, yes. Without swift action you could be seriously incapacitated - or even die.”
“Well, shit. Swift action meaning… an antidote?”
Vergil had brought a hand up to his chin, seemingly assessing the situation as he walked up closer to him, his tone thoughtful.
“No, an antidote would be too slow-acting - the venom needs to be extracted manually from the wound before it can spread.”
“So, uh - does that mean…”
He glanced nervously between Vergil and the Yamato - not liking one bit where this was going, already anticipating sharp metal against his sensitive bits.
“The safest method of extraction, in this situation, would be by mouth.”
Dante’s brain short-circuited when he heard his brother’s words.
He blinked once. Then twice.
“…Come again?”
“It needs to be sucked out of the wound, Dante. And the longer we wait, the more chance it has of taking its root.”
He looked at Vergil like he’d sprouted a third head.
Surely he didn’t mean -
“Well, uh, that’s gonna be kind of hard. I dunno if I can bend down far enough to suck poison out of my own dick.”
The words felt like a flimsy save even as they came out, because Vergil was already getting to his knees, eyes rolling like Dante had said something monumentally stupid.
“Obviously.”
He almost couldn’t believe his eyes - and shit, he only had the pain and full-bodied feverish feeling that was starting to take over him to save him from immediately getting rock hard at the sight. Sue him, who wouldn’t if they had a pretty someone-or-other on their knees for him about to get some mouth-to-dick action, even given the circumstances and the specific someone-or-other being his twin?
“So, uh, are you going to-“
He’d just wanted to confirm that exactly what he thought was about to happen was about to happen, but Vergil shut him up with an eye roll as he leaned against Dante’s hips, face way too close to his crotch already.
“Yes, Dante. Do you want to live or not?”
Another nervous laugh. Christ, okay, this was actually happening. Every wet dream he’d had since he was nineteen, except in the worst possible monkey’s paw rendition of it.
“I think I’d like to keep my life and jewels intact if possible, yeah.”
“Then shut up, and let me work.”
It was surreal.
It felt surreal, watching it happen almost as an outsider seeing it in third person as Vergil undid what remained of his ruined leather pants (god, those were going to be a bitch to replace) and unceremoniously fished his dick out of them, looking entirely nonplussed, like he wasn’t about to have a very close encounter with his twin brother’s genitals.
It just sucked that this way he couldn’t even enjoy it - Dante could clearly see where the stinger had pierced him, an angry and inflamed wound on the side of the shaft, welling up with a dark bruise and that same tarry fluid that had sprayed from the demon’s neck - even if this wasn’t happening to an appendage attached to himself that he could intimately feel, he’d be able to tell at a glance just how painful this was. The organ was swollen, and not in the fun way - skin stretched too tight around the inflammation and pulling.
Without further ado, Vergil leaned in - Dante hissed as his brother’s lips made contact with the side of his member, closing in a seal around the wound and sucking. It hurt, of fucking course it did - a tender, pulsating ache with each throb of the wound in his twin’s mouth and each suction pull that (hopefully) drew poison to the surface.
Still, it was one fucking hell of a visual.
Vergil looked - well, of course he looked good like that; he’d just never had the chance to see it before.
And with Dante’s own member, flaccid as it was, all up in his face - shit, it was downright obscene. He looked like he belonged there - like maybe he should take up sucking dick as a day job because, Jesus Christ, he looked like he was made for it.
A laugh bubbled up in his chest, a bit manic and still a bit wheezing - hands fisting at his sides and leaning against the wall behind him, needing to diffuse this tension somehow.
“Ow, that stings! You sure you can’t be a little gentler?”
Vergil glared daggers up at him - pulling off (and, oh, fuck, okay, the drawing away was a whole other sensation too) and spitting off to the side, a small arc of dark liquid hitting the pavement as he did.
“Be quiet. I need to concentrate.”
And just like that, he was back at it.
Thankfully, it did seem like the ordeal was working, at least - as Vergil kept sucking, the pain gradually started to recede, and Dante could feel his healing factor beginning to kick back in and attempt to mend the damage already, albeit sluggishly.
Of course - that just meant that now, as the ache reduced to a dull throb while his brother’s lips and tongue were applied directly to his cock, it was starting to feel good. Like, really fucking good.
“Shit, Verge. You done this a few times before?”
He couldn’t help it, because getting a rise out of Vergil was his favorite pastime, and also because he could feel blood very rapidly rushing into his healing organ and swelling it up - the fun way, this time - and that didn’t leave a lot of brainpower left for thinking about whether it was a smart idea to sexually harass the guy currently handling a very delicate body part for what was, supposedly, a medical crisis.
Vergil’s brow, for his part, gave a twitch.
He pulled off again, once again spitting venom to the side.
“I have dealt with Manticore Frenzy venom firsthand before, but not in this exact scenario. Why?”
Of course, leave it to Vergil to be so matter-of-fact about this, like he didn’t even get what was so weird about it.
“Oh, nothing, I just think you look… comfortable, down there. Might want to have a repeat performance in less dire circumstances, if you know what I mean.”
He offered his twin a lecherous grin and an unsubtle eyebrow waggle for good measure - because now he really, really couldn’t stop thinking about how it might feel to have Vergil sucking his dick proper, and his hands came up to brush some of the stray strands that had fallen out of his brother’s signature style, an almost tender gesture that he did not protest.
For his part, Vergil’s brow knitted together, looking mildly confused. He turned toward Dante’s crotch again - finding the shaft standing tall, throbbing and pointing straight at him, the still-open wound very much not the only part oozing fluid anymore.
“This is arousing you.”
He said it, again, matter-of-factly - an objective observation like it really had not dawned on him that putting his mouth on his little brother’s dick might, perchance, cause a reaction of the sexual variety.
But now that he had to contend with it - he didn’t falter, or rage at Dante, or even quip.
That was as good as an all-out invitation when it came to Vergil - and Dante swallowed, spurred on.
“Uh, no shit. You’re all up in my business?”
Dante’s hand reached out again, grabbing Vergil’s head just a bit too roughly, shaky hands pulling on hair strands and bringing him forward.
“C’mon, weren’t you saying this is time sensitive? Pretty sure not all of the venom’s out, so get back to it, bro.”
Vergil’s eyes narrowed once again - specifically at Dante’s member, scrutinizing it as if it had offended him - Dante quickly realized why, as the way he’d hardened made it more difficult for his brother to bend it to get to the wound.
Before he could offer up another smart reply, it seemed Vergil had already thought of a solution - mouth opening up to engulf the shaft entirely, swallowing it up until he was down to the wound.
“Shit-!”
Dante cursed, his fist banging against the wall at his back as it hit him - okay, well, this felt nothing like medical aid now.
“Fuck, warn a guy next time!”
Vergil didn’t respond, on account of having his mouth too stuffed full of Dante’s cock to respond, but the glare he shot him spoke volumes, and Dante immediately gulped and shut up - anything to get this to continue.
It was maddening - so close to being something else entirely, yet not quite.
Vergil kept up the rhythmic suction, clearly still drawing fluid to the surface - he had to be taking in a lot more than the poison, though, because Dante could tell he was dripping like a faucet, gone all the way from mildly horny to desperate by this point.
His twin was still stubbornly clinging to the initial purpose - not moving at all, just latching steady to the member and suckling - and it made Dante positively itch.
His hips twitched forwards instinctively, seeking friction, wanting nothing but to bury himself in the wet heat of Vergil’s mouth, thinking if he wasn’t going to move he might as well just fuck his face -
And just like that, he drew back, spitting out another mouthful of venom, albeit much more diluted than the first mouthfuls had been.
“Stop moving, you oaf. If we leave venom behind, it will hinder your healing.”
He was glaring up, his frown the signature one he wore when he was done with Dante’s antics, and yet there was a faint flush to his pallid cheeks - blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but Dante was an expert at catching the minute differences in Vergil by now.
“Can you blame me? If you haven’t noticed, that’s Dante Jr. in your mouth, right there.”
“Focus. This is still an emergency.”
Was all he said, his hands now a steely grip around Dante’s hips, keeping him pinned and unable to move - and, fuck, but this had to be the worst edging session ever.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re enjoying this, brother.”
Dante quipped on a shaky breath, his eyes half-mast as he looked down at his twin between his legs - he had to be almost done now; he could sense it, the torpor he’d felt when the poison had started to course through him almost all but gone.
His hands had stayed where they were, resting over Vergil’s head - loosely knotted through the silver strands - and though he wanted nothing more than to grab him properly, use his head for leverage and drive into him like an animal, he also didn’t want Vergil to bite his dick off, which he very much might if Dante toed too close to the line. But - shit, it really was torture to just stand there.
Hell, for all he knew, Vergil might just leave him high and dry once the poison was all gone.
He really, really hoped that wouldn’t happen - though, from the faint, sweet scent he’d begun sensing - arousal, slick, pheromones, definitely not only his own - he was starting to hope for the best.
He could tell when it was done - Vergil’s mouth drew off of him one last time, spitting into the dirt yet again, and this time, the poison was but a faint stain over mostly clear refuse - more spit and precome than noxious tar.
The pain was gone, and his healing had kicked in full, now - the wound on the side of his shaft knitting itself back together.
Whew. That had been nerve-wracking.
“Nothing like a little near-death experience to keep you on your toes, huh?”
He looked down at Vergil.
Despite being, ostensibly, finished, his brother had stayed there - still kneeling in front of him, still braced against his thigh, and Dante knew that had to mean something.
“You were hardly ‘near-death’. I took care of the issue swiftly and before it could pose any real threat.”
Vergil scoffed - haughty, yet Dante could swear there was a charged, heated edge to it.
“Hey, you try getting your junk poisoned the next time, see how you feel about it.”
Dante was starting to get impatient now - the throb in his groin had nothing to do with the sting of a wound anymore, and everything to do with the fact that his balls were positively churning to bust a massive load down his big brother’s throat, and every second that passed not working towards that felt all the more like fresh torture.
He didn’t wait for Vergil’s rebuttal before thrusting his hips forwards - hands still braced against his twin’s head, tapping his cockhead insistently against the seam of Vergil’s lips, and he hissed, the soft touch only serving to remind him of how scalding and wet it had felt inside.
Vergil’s eyes widened a fraction - glaring up at Dante once again, before seemingly making up his mind in some way.
His nostrils flared, and then, in one hot, blissful stroke, he’d completely, entirely swallowed Dante’s cock down to the hilt - that straight, elegant nose pressed all the way into the thatch of silver pubes.
It made Dante see red - in the fraction of that second his loose grip turned bruising into Vergil’s hair, and he drew his hips before slamming them forwards - only for his brother to gag, scowl, and dig clawed fingers into Dante’s hips, stilling him once again - except this time it was to start a wonderfully ravenous rhythm, sucking with gusto as he drew his head forwards and back, really working his throat and tongue, too, and for a second Dante thought maybe all of this was a fever dream - maybe he’d really just gotten poisoned by that manti-whatchamacallit and was now writhing on the floor having very vivid hallucinations about Vergil sucking him off in his dying throes.
Maybe he was already dead, and this was heaven.
Whatever the case, he didn’t dare dream of questioning or stopping it - he just tipped his head back, nearly slamming against the brick wall at his back, groaning low in his throat as he nearly got his soul sucked out of his dick.
His hips flexed as much as they could with his twin holding them in such a firm grip - the pinpricks of pain from the claws only adding to the intense pleasure, desperately seeking to press further into the wet heat of Vergil’s mouth.
“God, you’re really fucking good at this. Maybe I should get poisoned more often.”
Vergil made a noise of warning low in his throat — irritated, maybe, but the vibration sent a shiver straight through Dante’s guts, only further undone by the threatening tone.
The alley stank of venom, dust, blood, and the sharp salt of arousal.
“Yeah, that’s it, fuck, Verge, take it-”
He mumbled nonsense as he chased his release, hips twitching spasmodically forwards as Vergil slurped around him in big, hungry gulps - like he, too, was starved for it, like he couldn’t wait to get there, either.
When he came, it felt like a torrent, near-howling, holding Vergil’s head firm against his groin and pumping what felt like bucketfuls straight down his brother’s gullet, eyes rolled back in sheer bliss.
Hell yeah, that was what it was all about.
He panted as he came down from it - slumped back against the alley wall, cracking his eyes open to look at Vergil, still on his knees, lips glistening and working his throat to swallow it all.
Fuck.
If he hadn’t just had probably the hardest orgasm he’d experienced, he might’ve cum just at that sight.
As it was, he filed it away for every jerk-off session he was going to have for the rest of his life.
“Remind me to get injured in your presence more often, if this is your idea of TLC.”
He gave a rough chuckle as Vergil scoffed - wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and, okay, that visual had no right to also be that hot.
“Now, brother.”
His twin spoke with that voice that said he expected absolute attention - and Dante felt just mollified and sated enough to comply with no fuss, cracking a slow grin and arching a brow as he waited for him to continue.
Said grin froze on his face and died off with a gulp as Vergil rose to his feet - all feline elegance even after having been on his knees for long enough he should probably need some stretching - and in one swift motion, drew his hands to his own waistband to pull his pants down.
They came away with strings of fluid slowly separating from the seat to his brother’s cunt - and, oh, fuck, what a sight that was - swollen, soaked folds that just begged for his attention.
“Since I’ve been so gracious as to indulge you even after the danger had passed… I believe I deserve some retribution.”
Dante licked his lips, feeling parched all of a sudden.
Looks like they weren’t going to get home for quite a while, still.