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"Dante, I'm home." Vergil quietly shuts the doors of the manor, in case his brother is already asleep at this late hour.
Vergil tiptoes across the foyer. Hearing no response or a spike of demonic energy, he strides up the stairs into the second story, and slowly twists the knob to peek inside the master’s bedroom effused with warm light.
Dante rests on his side, one hand clutching his rotund stomach, the other splayed across the bed with a life-sized shark plushie between his ample legs. He doesn’t notice his brother’s call; fast asleep, and probably dreaming of little jumping sheep.
The corners of Vergil’s lips inevitably tilts into a fond smile.
Dante had more trouble sleeping as the pregnancy progressed. Unable to work (as Nero and Vergil stubbornly insisted out of ‘fear’ of any accidents), Vergil was left as the sole breadwinner of their household of two—soon to be three, or four if you count their adult son.
Accustomed to exhaustion, he teleported from one commission to the next with little to no breaks. Then one day, he came home in serene darkness to find a pair of azure blues stare at him from afar. He would’ve drawn Yamato and prepared for combat, if not for the tiny “Vergie…” that came out of the shadow’s lips and the slow sob that echoed unbearable sadness. Vergil spent that night in bed thinking of his mistakes and how to fix them as he combed Dante’s growing hair until his anxious younger brother finally fell asleep in his arms.
The shark plushie is something he bought in a supermarket sale. He infused it with his magic and spent embarrassingly long hours holding it so that his odor would soak the cotton. It proved effective as a substitute until he came home.
Precariously, he perceives his position as beloved would be usurped soon.
Dante snores peacefully, his snot bubble popping when a calloused hand tucks the fallen hair strands from his face back to his ear. "Mmh~~ Vergil, you're back.." His eyes light up like the brightest of stars when he sees Vergil smiling fondly at him. His older brother denies this part of him, this soft side that only Dante gets to see. He grasps the hand that was moving his hair, and kisses it softly. “Welcome home my dear husband~" Dante yawns and plops his head once again to the fluffy white pillows and straddles the shark plushie properly.
“I’m back my dear wife.” Vergil greets him back with a kiss.
Despite Dante’s nonchalant greeting, it didn't escape Vergil’s notice how his figure visibly relaxed at his arrival, or how he shifted into a more comfortable position, occupying more than half of the bed like a spoiled house cat, leaving only a deliberately tiny space behind him for Vergil to press his cold, sturdy frame against his warm back.
It makes his brother feel secure, loved. But Vergil did not mention it; twin telepathy.
After a brief, ritualistic grooming, Vergil walks to the bedside and turns off the lamplight. Pajamas on and ready for sleep, he sits on the bed and pauses—a fire kindling in the pits of his stomach as he takes in Aphrodite beside him, bathed in moonlight. Cold sparkles of light coruscate a tiara atop Dante’s head; they gather and glide down through the silver of his long, silky hair each time he breathes, cascading like waterfall down his back, and pooling onto the sheer fabric of his nightgown. It's pink—the first of his growing collection, bought in a fashion street in another city after Vergil noticed how Dante's gaze lingered on the lingerie shop’s display each time they passed by.
Vergil knows Dante never read those Playboy magazines to ogle at the women. So, he bought it privately. And when he gave it to Dante, his brother complained endlessly while wiping the tears from his eyes. It's been his favorite since.
Vergil reminisces as his rough fingers trace his brother's waist, the shear fabric following his movements until his palm rests firmly atop Dante's warm belly. A thump kicks Vergil’s hand between the membranes and another one follows simultaneously. He nods proudly. Power flows in the veins of Spardas. He cannot wait for the cub that will arrive in the coming few days.
Dante purrs dreamily when that wintry soulful scent so characteristic of his ever motivated brother enters the room, sitting beside him in their tiny—all things are tiny for 2-meter tall men—yet comfortable nest. He stifles a giggle when Vergil's wandering fingers finally find its stop to lovingly caress his pregnant belly. He holds Vergil's hand as they take a moment to pause, excited to try again as a family, this time together.
"How's the baby and you?" Vergil asks.
"Our baby just told me that they need more sleep." Dante yawns, trying to fight the sleepiness by focusing on his brother’s presence behind him.
Vergil kisses Dante's nape, his small smile etched into fuzzy skin. "The commission took longer than expected." The sorry is hidden inside his words.
"Mhm yeah I understand,” Dante's limbs soon lose energy, the result of late pregnancy, and he mumbles. “Enough talk, let's go back to sleep for now."
"Ok." Vergil nods but his lips find their way to a mole by Dante's ear. Nibbling a few times out of habit, he sweeps past Dante's long curls to his side to better pepper kisses along his neck.
"Vergil—not now, I'm so sleepy." Dante scolds his brother irascibly. He turns back with great difficulty due to his rotund belly, and covers Vergil's wandering lips with his palm. "We can do whatever you want after the baby's out, okay?" He proposes a grand deal.
"Sounds great." Vergil nods again with much enthusiasm, but the details go into one ear and exit the other, biting Dante's fingers is more interesting. He tastes freshly-painted nail polish and a hint of pizza. Suspicious, he asks. "Didn't I tell you not to eat pizza this late at night again?" It's a rhetorical question, as he finds his answer by licking his brother's index finger and tasting that oily, greasy taste again.
Dante twitches when Vergil bites his index fingers sharply, clearly displeased at him for not following his rules. “Hey that hurts!” He glares at his brother, but Vergil's smoke-stained eyes stare at him with barely concealed hunger that Dante instinctively shifts his gaze to the side partly in guilt, partly in longing. "Well, I can't help myself if the baby was the one who wanted it~" His cadence is casual, even as his body betrays him, legs squeezing together tightly in a futile attempt to impede the trickle of arousal.
Placated at the teeth marks on Dante's fingers, Vergil withdraws as a small mercy. His hand on his waist rubs slow soothing circles, "The mommy is blaming the baby again for his pizza cravings." And creeps that hand down to his hips.
Dante sighs, trying to keep his tremors to a minimum. "You know, the baby doesn't like it when daddy keeps nagging mommy." He says it half-heartedly, knowing there is no stopping Vergil once he wants something. But today, his touches feel far more rooted than lust. His brother breathes wearily, his touches heavy. Exhaustion perhaps? Dante's limpid emerald irises question. With a touch of desperation?
It's been months since they last had sex. It's not that Dante wants to reject his brother, he's just afraid of complications so early on. And once he was stable, pregnancy made Dante experience true lethargy, as if it took all his energy to nurture the baby in his stomach, which is probably accurate. There are no doctors for half-demon pregnancies after all. Nero was a special case, as he was conceived at the peak of his youth.
Many intimate attempts were made, but it all resulted in Dante dozing off in the middle. He felt sorry for his brother, but Vergil was always patient, as if atoning for the past.
"Go back to sleep, Dante." Vergil whispers but the hand that rests on Dante's hips slowly inches its way to the edge of the plaited nightgown, down to his fleshy thighs, his touch rough, but it's not to hurt Dante—just a distinct trait only his brother can handle. While the other hand creeps into the underside of a breast, gently fondling as his nose inhales the perspiration beading along his long nape. Casa mia.
"Dumbass! how can I sleep with your hands—Stop rubbing there, AHH STUPID VERGIL, let me go back to sleep!" Dante tries to wriggle free, but like a groggy strawberry jelly, he's just putty in Vergil's lecherous grip inching lower, lower, until his scalp tingles in frisson.
"Dante…" Vergil whispers thickly next to his ear, his hands determined to knead and squeeze the turbid liquid from his body. "Dante, just a bit." His grip becomes persistent, until the fat on Dante’s inner thigh overflows and his breath quivers in short bursts. "I won't put it in, I swear." Or so he says, even as his clothed bulge is firmly wedged between Dante's perineum.
Vergil is so obviously keyed up that if Dante believed that pledge, he would truly be the most foolish younger brother in existence. But he will admit that Vergil has done well controlling his desires for several months, his poor brother doesn’t even know how to relieve himself, always depending on Dante’s skillful hands, mouth, or cunt.
But maybe Dante is just too drowsy, maybe he's just charmed by Vergil actually being a good husband; working hard for their growing family and delivering all his wants and needs. Maybe it's all because of those wicked hands, caressing him in all the right places that he can't help but think of the long-gone dizzying entanglements, sheets pooling below the bed, and being pounded into a well-made mochi. In short, his pussy misses Vergil's cock. Badly. And it's probably a hotpot of all those rationalizations that actually made him say,
"Ugh, fine, but– how are we supposed to have sex when your dick is too big?!” Dante tries to bargain for a good supermarket sale. He never thought the day would come that he would complain about Vergil's blessed weapon of mass destruction. As much as he wants to just spread his thick vulva and have a great time, he has to think of their baby and how to not hurt them, as Vergil's brain is obviously out of order, seeing as all the bloodflow took a vacation to the nether region.
"Our baby is strong. I'm sure they'll be alright. But if you're concerned, then why not try this?" He digs a finger in between his two globes of fat and lightly taps the startled hole through a layer of shear.
“YOU–”
Vergil interrupts him. "This way our baby will be protected, and we can both be satisfied before we eventually get too busy with the newborn." His voice zaps through Dante's neurons like a thunderbolt of reason. He can't believe his brother can actually make a convincing rebuttal at his amorous state. His pussy clenches in anticipation. It's unfortunately working.
Dante wears his most stern face.
“No way.”
Vergil squints his pale eyes.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, fine.”
Dante clicks his tongue, and swears that he'll make Vergil buy the new pizza flavor his favorite pizzeria advertised tomorrow. "Man, whatever—just get it done quickly so I can go back to sleep again." he sighs wearily and falls back into the bed, subduing his nervous jitters with a few deep breaths. It’s just been so long.
"Just relax and leave it to me." Vergil seals it off with a kiss and mentally pats his own back for the successful business campaign. He kneels in front of Dante and spreads his legs apart, only to belatedly realize that the colon doesn't produce its own fluids, and they neither wanted or needed to buy lube until today. The hole remains airtight even as his baby brother's vagina is twitching and releasing little puffs of steam.
Vergil falls into an abyss of despair deeper than his fall from Temen-ni-gru. He overworked daily to combat his sexual frustration, coming home at midnight was also intentional, the less he can see his brother's plump body stretched to accommodate his seed, the better he can control himself. Now he's been given a chance, and unfortunately, Vergil is a highly motivated man who won't let the opportunity to cure his blue balls get away from him.
Not having the patience—despite Yamato—to buy lube and condoms—for hygiene—in the nearby supermarket, Vergil sneakily probes a finger in between Dante's labia, which works just as well as pressing the fire alarm.
!!?!?!!. Dante jerks in fright, his eyes as wide as saucer pans. This asshole doesn't keep his word at all! He takes the pillow beside him and throws it at Vergil's face. "Vergil! You said you wouldn't put it in!" Dante bares his teeth, the color of his eyes flaring in rage.
Vergil dodges the stray pillow and pushes another finger in as payback. Dante’s insides are so warm, it's scalding, and so soft it invites his fingers to spread and propagate. He sighs in contentment, a polar opposite to Dante's face scrunched from holding in the satisfaction. "I said I wouldn't put it in, that doesn't apply to my fingers." He says firmly as if defending himself in court. "Unless you want me to rip your anus apart with my cock. That is also fine by me."
His brother scoffs in indignation. Yet after a few sweeping strokes, Vergil digs up the spongy nub that Dante loves, and rubs it fervently, sparking an acute, numbing pleasure from the base of Dante's spine to the top of his scalp, causing his limbs to jerk as if electrocuted.
"Fu-fuck you! ugh, The—the baby is gonna hates you if you keep bullying their—ah poor mother like this!"
"Hmph, I'm sure the baby would thank their father that they'd no longer be subjected to your horrendous food combinations." Vergil is offended at the baseless accusations, so he not only rubs the nub, but pinches it too amidst broad, paint-like strokes just to laugh at his brother's live interpretation of a caught fish, his teeth gnashed to contain his gasps.
Dante’s horrific food saga includes ice cream with hot sauce, making soup broth out of lasagna, and most famously, his craving for pizza with olives. A consistent event that Dante always cries about cause he just can't stop eating.
No one dared to laugh at his misery after Nero snorted once and he almost grew a unicorn horn from a red phantom sword. The office was silent, except for the overhead fan’s buzzing, and Dante's dismayed chewing sounds. Aside from that, no one batted an eye to his new diet of demon meat, soulstone, and innards.
With a focus on pleasuring Dante enough to use his pussy juice as lubrication, Vergil patiently expands the tight crevice. Not one fold is left untouched as he reacquaints himself with the cushy space he longed to enter for all these months. Dante's vaginal cavity is tight from neglect, but it hasn’t forgotten his brother’s touch. With each snap and twirl of his wrist, Dante’s stifled moan rises higher and higher. Soon, the coquettish bud opens up its petals, and spews out glops of turbid water that pools on Vergil’s cupped palm. His brother hurriedly holds on to his pillow and shuts his eyes, on edge from all the vivid sensations. “Ah! Ah! Vergil, s-stop, I’m gonna—” And with one last broken scream, his waist flexes high, stutters at the top, and crashes back to the messy sheets. His pussy clamps Vergil’s digits into a vicelike grip, and with a forceful pull of his arm, the juices spray all over like a mini fountain.
Vergil gulps heavily, his throat bobbing up and down at the erotic sight. Saliva pools in his mouth, and his dick throbs painfully in its confines. But he presses on like a pious priest resisting the devil. As much as he and Dante long to reconnect in the proper place, they cannot, fated to be like the cowherd and the weaver girl who are forcefully separated by the milky way. But both he and Dante chose this milky way; To have a gaggle of kids with the same silver hair and pale eyes, until the mansion is bursting with laughter, and until no room is left unoccupied.
He might suffer blue balls (blue pussy for Dante?), but such is the price one must pay for true power!
“You came rather early this time.” Vergil deadpans with a hint of amusement, slowly collecting the runny dewdrops with his fingers.
“A-and who's fault, haa, do you think that is…” Dante heaves out of breath, his forehead dripping with sweat. The first orgasm after a long period of time is always so intense. And his blockhead of a brother does not know the word ‘gentle’.
Due to the analgesia caused by oversensitivity, Dante doesn’t notice Vergil’s index and middle finger lightly encircling his tight rim, and when he does, it is already too late.
“HII—!!” Dante keens sharply, his eyes shut tight as his brother pushes two fingers inside in one swift move. Vergil roughly scissors him open, not giving the tight orifice a chance to disobey him. And when his brother’s passage sucks up all the lube from his fingers, he collects the overflowing liquid that dribbles down Dante's plump vagina and also pushes them inside his rectum, stuffing him with the vigor of a surprise castle siege.
Dante’s legs hike up in reflex, his coquettish moan reverberating around their bedroom. Taking that as an ‘overwhelmingly positive’ rating, Vergil wiggles another finger inside his ass, Dante’s poor brain goes haywire from pleasure, he never expected anal fingering to be this good. He even thinks Vergil and him should’ve tried this sooner. His pussy opens and closes like a clam shell demanding for more, but his brother evades the red glossy clam in front of him in favor of twisting his fingers inside his colon, even as it splotches his face with love juices.
"Ah! Brother! T-touch mmnh~ Touch here too♡” Dante wiggles his hips from side to side in a bid for his attention, “I want your fingers in my pussy so bad!" Clouded by lust, Dante ditches his maternal instinct of protecting his young, he just wants at least four of Vergil’s fingers to shove it inside him until it reaches all the way to his distinct bony knuckles.
He says he doesn’t want it, but now he wants it. Vergil’s brows furrow in outrage. In his anger, his free palm suddenly slaps against Dante’s cunt, and his brother climaxes with a scream. Vergil grunts from the pain of his fingers being crushed by the force of Dante’s climaxing colon. It may even have snapped, but as half-demons, the bone-crushing pain disappears as quickly as it came.
"Ver-Vergil, that's enough. Let me go back to sleep. Please." Dante begs, covering his face with his arm in shame at ejaculating so quickly once again. But that’s not the only reason, the climax made him lucid enough to remember his bearing as a mother, it’s unbecoming for him to be so caught up in lust that he forgets his young. Although his demon is mewling for more, Dante himself feels too uncomfortable to continue.
"I've already told you, you can." After that brutal anal entrée, Vergil has thoroughly coated Dante's passage with enough fluids to attempt expansion befitting of his towering cock. He proceeds to dig the three fingers inside him until it reaches a tighter cavity than the rest. He then hooks the intestinal walls, and fishes the soft folds out until froth oozes from the gaps, and finally dives back in. He repeats this tedious process to loosen the cavity’s resistance; with great dick, comes great responsibility.
In the middle of the expansion, Vergil notices Dante's trembling, yet meek countenance. He can sense his brother's trepidation, the desire, yet anxiety over the eventual penetration.
Vergil pauses to kiss his brother's rotund stomach, feeling the life there pulse in a swirl of their magic. And then soothes the fragile mother with a gentle caress to his side, wrinkling up the nightgown’s sheer fabric.
"Relax yourself Dante. I know you're afraid of hurting the baby. And afraid of the delivery. I know birthing Nero wasn't easy on you," No one was there, you were alone. "But let yourself relax for once. I'll be here." This time. He holds one of Dante's hands and intertwines them on top of his stomach. The warmth and reminder of their adult son brings Dante back from his languor.
He peeks at Vergil underneath his raised arm, eyes glazed with tears, and pressing his thin lips together to hold back his sobs. He nods, not trusting himself to speak. These damned pregnancy hormones make me really sensitive to everything. Dante thinks. With a deep breath, he regulates his emotions, and relaxes his limbs, clutching to the shark plushie to his chest. "Please be gentle…" he whispers quietly, shyly looking at Vergil's piercing gaze.
"Of course amore." Vergil captures Dante's cherry red lips, and he gently breaks their intertwined hand to rub circles over a heavy milk-engorged breast.
Dante's whimpers are drowned in his brother's mouth, kisses during sex never fails to please him, and with his chest being teased, he opens up obediently to take in his brother's prying tongue, intertwining them to exchange sticky spit and fluids. Vergil often came home late, so he couldn't maintain his facial hygiene and grew a prickly stubble, making Dante giggle at the ticklish feeling, his own stubble recently shaved smooth. Vergil's abdomen heats up at the provocative lilt of Dante's laughter, even if the man himself is unaware of it. Since he was little, Dante had this charm to him that attracted attention, and it only grew more potent as the years passed. Vergil could not count how many men and women hit on him if he's just left alone on the street for five minutes. Sadly, they do not know how desperate this sexy middle-aged man longs for his big brother's cock.
“So good… more, ah, more…” Dante sighs, snaking his arms around Vergil's back to pull him closer, his red-painted nails crumpling the fabric of his brother's silken sleepwear, wanting nothing more than that perpetually frigid body temperature to soothe the feverish heat engulfing his reason. His brain mushed into a putty thinking only of Vergil.
"Vergie—ahh baby~ p-please." Dante begs, guiding Vergil to his ample areolas, his nipples buried like a lost treasure, and in need of his brother's expertise to relieve the pain of his swollen breasts. Too full of warm milk for their baby (And baby daddy’s too apparently).
Vergil doesn't need to be reminded twice to nose one of Dante's nipples like a starved yet overgrown infant. He spits on it then lathes the opening with his tongue, making Dante below him shiver, his breath stuttering and his chest raised high to further encourage Vergil’s efforts to pry open his milk buds.
They have been building the habit of emptying Dante's chest every day to prevent build-up and clogging, and to make Dante get used to the stinging pain caused by a baby demon's sharp teeth once again, as he already learned his lesson from Nero’s infancy.
During their ‘breastfeeding’ session, Dante constantly leaves a wet mark where he sits on the bed. His eyes often roll to the back of his head at every forceful suck, and his hips stutter on the sheets to abet in an untouched orgasm.
They both didn't broach the topic up, but the elder can see his attempts at self-control backfired and that he should've paid more attention to his little brother's sexual welfare. Because now, Dante is producing a concerning amount of pheromones, inducing Vergil into a drunken stupor from that fermented grape scent alone. The air is cloyed in a thick swat of pink, and if it were to be inhaled by ordinary people, it would have the effects of a deadly aphrodisiac—rivalling that of a dying succubus—making the poor humans fornicate until they die of exhaustion and dehydration.
Vergil familiarly glazes his tongue flat on the areola, looking up to observe his brother’s reaction from time to time. He uses a finger to push a part of the pigmented circle aside, and then he swirls his tongue around the crevice, amused when Dante minutely shivers when he tickles the sides with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t forget to continue dilating the hole underneath too. And once he recognizes the nipple underneath sufficiently lengthen, he latches on, his cheeks hollowing, and he slurps loudly like it’s his favorite noodles until Dante locks his legs around from the pressure, his anus clenching around his fingers as he breathes high and needy.
The stubborn nipple is defeated by his insistence bit by bit. Probably thinking they are feeding a baby, it pops out of the hole, opens up its swollen ducts, and slowly fills Vergil's mouth with the sweet condensed milk he loves. Dante mewls in happiness, he starts fondling his other engorged breast with his hand, using his nails to scrape the tip, pulling, and twisting the areola roughly to equilibrate with his brother’s rough touch.
"Mmhh yeah—♡, so good! Drink more baby!" Dante pulls Vergil's face closer to his chest, as if he wants to merge his mouth to his skin, making him be his personal milking machine forever. But no milking machine can compare to his brother’s dexterous tongue and fingers.
Finding it unfair how he’s already close to his next orgasm, Dante slowly creeps a hand down Vergil’s pajamas, he then rubs the scrotum and relishes at the tiny breath his brother exhumes. Dante pulls the waistband down and slips his hand inside to fondle the glans dripping in precum. Enthused by his brother’s unsteady panting, he lathers the whole shaft with his seminal fluid and pumps it up and down with a firm grip.
Vergil’s competitive spirit arises. After that minor hiccup, he switches nipples and repeats the same set of actions as the other side, pulling, twisting, sucking up the beading moisture, and even biting. Dante’s toes curl at his brother’s affection, and a quick rub against the inner wall that houses his cervix sends Dante into another climax that colors his vision in white.
Vergil draws back his fingers just in time to see Dante’s pussy rhythmically twitching, having a dry release, his anus contracts to the beat of the upper hole’s twitching, as if searching for the whereabouts of Vergil’s fingers. Dante creamed from the simultaneous stimulations, passing out briefly with his limbs laying limply by the bed. Vergil misses this side of Dante, his skin red from head to toe, his lower body coated with sticky fluids, and his eyes glazed with mind-numbing euphoria. But Vergil knows these continuous orgasms are not enough for his baby brother, especially with how long they have been holding themselves back. Vergil licks his lips in excitement, even when Dante says no, his lower body would always say yes.
Vergil checks the water by stirring four fingers inside Dante’s asshole. Pleased at the soft suction sucking his fingertips, he pulls back, and the thin mucus follows his hand and snaps in half. He bites Dante's sated nipple while lubricating his cock with the excess cum. And he only lets go when Dante jerks, his eyes twitching awake, so he parts back with a wet sticky smack. They're matching now. He nods approvingly at the similarly placed bite mark on Dante’s other breast. As a finale to his thorough preparations, he uses both hands to pinch each erect nipple, pulling upwards to make Dante's back arch like a marionette. A noisy one.
Vergil's deliberate wake-up call pulls Dante's soul back into his body. When was the last time his asshole of an older brother had bullied him into unconsciousness? Oh right, when he wasn’t pregnant! He would complain, if he could muster the strength to do so. But for now, he settles with narrowing his eyes in a petulant glare.
"Look at you falling asleep, I knew you could do it." Vergil snidely remarks as he takes in the sight of his brother's cheeks stained with dried tears, both holes loose with sticky liquid forming erotic webs inside the passageways. Vergil tilts Dante’s body to the side so his belly won’t put a weight on his organs, he then aligns his hefty cock against Dante’s anus quivering in anticipation. He can see his brother slowly fidget in impatience as the tip of his cock catches on the outside rim and slides away with every teasing thrust.
“Are you impotent?! What is taking you so LONG—?!”
Dante lets out an embarrassing scream when Vergil shoves that massive cock into his hole. Shit! It still hurts so much!! He grits his teeth, scrunching his face to endure the impalement from his brother’s long sword.
“Settle down Dante,” Vergil presses his restless hips down with a rigid hand. “I’m not even halfway in yet.”
Fuck. Dante regrets every decision that led up to this moment. Is the only purpose of his brother’s little Yamato to bully his lovely little brother into submission? He’s had enough of Temen-ni-gru!!
But with Dante’s fickle nature, his complaints to the landlord soon turn into fawning moans, as after the cock settles in, the fullness leads to a different kind of pleasure. "Ahh— VERGIL! S-slow down♡" HIs brother slows down, but it just makes the feeling of his inner folds straightening out even more pronounced, “Ahhn♡ Not like t-that!” Dante doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, but he begs, and hopes his brother can understand while clawing the sheets beneath him.
“B-brother, I’m so scared wuwuu…” Little cries blubbered from his down-turned lips.
"Shhhh.." Vergil shushes Dante even as sweat drips down his forehead at the solid squeeze to his member. If he wasn't a half demon, Vergil's dick would've probably been snapped in half from his brother's herculean rectal strength. Their mother and father made only two-half demons in the world, so he and his brother can perfectly fit each other. No one else can survive lovemaking with Dante but him. This fact pleases him greatly.
Because Vergil would rather not break his ‘Yamato’ like how Rebellion broke during his time as Urizen, he kisses Dante again and again and holds him in his arms with a comforting squeeze. His brother is often overstimulated in past intercourses, as if he can’t believe Vergil is real. They can hardly do doggy style because of Dante’s habit to always keep his brother in his line of sight at all times, needing to embrace Vergil so tightly as he trembles like a scared child. Dante always runs to his big brother when he’s in pain back then. This time, it’s no different.
"I'm here Dante, you don't have to be afraid." Childhood habits die hard.
After a breath of silence, Dante nods weakly and attempts his best to relax his whole body, freeing Vergil's cock from the clutches of hypoxia. "*Okay…" he says, and wiggles a hand in front of Vergil’s face. Vergil takes the hint and sinks their hand together on top of the fluffy mattress.
“I- I think I’m ready..”
Vergil kisses his temple as confirmation, and continues pushing inside Dante. The red fleshy sea inside finally parts and makes way for his rod. Due to his size, he easily enters the hidden space inside that couldn't be expanded with his fingers. Here, Dante's muscles have no power, and Vergil easily punctures through until his pubic bone and Dante's ass meet with a loud slap.
Vergil groans gutturally. His brother’s insides remind him of the best hot springs in Japan.
As if a key clicked in his mind, Dante's hair stands on its ends at the corporal sensation that snakes all over his nerves. His vaginal walls are squashed together tightly to make way for the anal expansion, squeezing out the turbid fluid in his opening like rich nectar. “Ah, so big…” Dante touches his belly, as if he can feel his brother’s hard dick through the skin, the baby, and the separation of membranes. “It’s so good~ hurry, ahh~ fasterr♡” He mewls absentmindedly, as his brother steadily rocks his hips to meet back with Dante’s recoiling buttcheeks. Drool and glistening tears drip down to soak the bedsheets, and the pussy juice aids in lubrication as it continuously flows from the vulva to his ass, making a mess of his entire backside.
Dante looks and acts like a high-quality vacuum cup as he continually milks Vergil’s member as if it has a life of its own. Even as he's only penetrating his anus, Dante continues to produce slick faithfully, most of them wasted as it sticks to his two globs of fat like thick mozzarella, stretching whenever Vergil slides out, and creasing with a vulgar squelch as he slides in. Enamored at the sight, and with blood rushing to his head, Vergil speeds up his thrusts while maintaining force. Despite Dante's lack of prostate, his brother’s naughty body easily mistakes the anal cavity for his vagina, and soon he even wantonly moans—uncaring of the startled birds around the estate— and points his tongue to the roof in glee.
"You like this Dante? Your whole body is truly one big cocksleeve." Dante could only hiccup in response, so Vergil rests both arms on the creaking mattress, going harder and harder each round, with only his tip kissing the puckered rim before ramming himself back to the hilt. Before long Vergil—known for his speed—is already drilling Dante so fast like a pile driver, until the bed bangs against the walls, and produces the quintessential sound of a construction site labor.
If Dante isn’t so heavily pregnant, he would've twisted and turned like a fish on land, but he gasps for breath regardless, red-faced all the way down to his fair neck and swaying breasts, and his tears bloom like crystalline flowers flowing down from a creek. He intermittently sobs, his pretty nose scrunched, and his hands grip the pillow beside him until the casing teared, but he only cares about trying his best to hold on to the hot and heavy thrusting below; A poor little boat swaying in the storm.
Vergil would've tried choking Dante by now just the way he likes it, to see his limpid emerald-blue eyes turn cloudy from asphyxiation. But he has to be gentle for their cub (Dante would disagree with his supposed gentleness a day after.)
Vergil makes sure to keep Dante steady despite all the jostling, one hand curled behind his back and the other parting one butt cheek to better stir Dante's insides into a paste. Vergil belatedly notices that the base of his cock is still cold. Nettled, he thinks he can go even deeper. Surely Dante can take more of him. He always can.
"D-dante I'm going deeper." Vergil declares, his words as heavy as the judge's gravel on Dante's poor bottom.
Wait what?
"V-vergie!” Are you crazy?! Dante shouts in his head, but gritting his teeth, he decides to accept his faith instead. Fuck it! I’ll just accept whatever my putrid brother gives me! “Fuck—Pleasepleaseplease" Dante pleads. Who knows if he is begging for mercy or for more.
Vergil grabs his brother by the hips and pulls him down to his cock ever so slowly, his perpetually frowning face crinkles in mirth, as Dante lets out a long drawn-out keen, his long neck stretched taut, feeling too intensely each new centimeter breaching a place that is just way too deep, yet feels so good.
How did his brother turn him into his personal masturbator? One even filled with milk and bursting with his child. In Dante's lust-addled and sensitive state, he squirts a puddle on Vergil's veiny abdomen from the feeling of fullness. Since when did his brother take off his pajama shirt? His vision fades in and out of consciousness, as if death has come to grip him by the pussy. Numbed yet loving it, he does not notice Vergil's faltering hips or his pitching grunts. When Dante comes back to the living world, his belated cries of pleasure rocks the entire manor as his brother's seed plants itself into the deepest edge of his intestines. Goodbye poor semen, there is no womb to be found there.
"Hahh...Verg-Vergie…" Dante mutters, barely coherent. He should have been unconscious by now, fast asleep from lethargy. Yet somehow, like a fire stoked to blaze and burn, his demon magnifies the true state of his desires.
“Yes Dante?”
Dante moves his hanging head around and looks at Vergil, his eyes glowing and displaying a desire evident even through his tear-soaked face. "More.” He wiggles his waist like a nymphomaniac only thinking of cock. “Gimme m-more babies~" He paws at his brother’s abdomen.
Vergil chuckles softly, shaking his head in fondness, his laughter roars when Dante puffs his cheeks out in a pout at his reaction. He stops teasing his baby brother and lifts one corner of his soaked nightgown up, and Dante just lets Vergil undress him like a pretty doll. He tosses the fabric to the floor.
Fully unclothed, Vergil kisses Dante on the corner of his stricken eyes. He asks sweetly, "Are you sure, amore mio?" He says as he plucks his half-hard cock out from the boiling heat of his rectum.
"Hngg— mmh yess..p-put it back…" Dante drawls impatiently, his rim too cold and empty, leaking and gaping profusely. He needs Vergil to put his cock back into where it belongs. So he crawls on his knees carefully, and grabs the shark plushie spattered with questionable fluids—tossed to the side during their tussling—squeezing it in to support his hanging belly. Dante then spreads one plump buttcheek to entice Vergil while shaking his ass from side to side. "Put it in, dearest husband~~" Dante trills the syllables slowly in that same infuriating yet sexy tone he knows would make his brother’s dick twitch.
Oh you’re asking for it.
"Your wish is my command," Vergil hums in his classic raspy tone that fails to hide his malicious glee, his dick, once aligned to his puckering entrance, skips a tad to rub against his fat cunt instead. "My dear wife." Dante's demonic instincts rang for danger, but it was already too late. In one fell swoop, Vergil thrusts his cock inside to the hilt, and Dante can practically feel his vaginal folds cry in joy to feel that familiar hardness kiss his baby-making chamber once again after so long. Dante displays a ‘ahegao’ face, his eyes forming hearts, while his tongue lolled out, and spit out a litany of slurring keens and warbled moans.
“OHHNGG VERGIEE~~!!♡♡”
"God—you feel—" Vergil bent his back over Dante, caging him, and needing a moment from the overwhelming feeling. His cock inside practically bobs in joy. "—So good!" His brother's inner walls are caressing his length as if to say, ‘welcome home brother! Let’s make more children together!'
"Ah♡ ah♡— no!— not there~ T-take it out! Vergil—" Dante is in shambles, his demon is vibrating a staccato of pleased noises, but his human brain is telling him to run away from the potential danger that could hurt their unborn child. But it was no use, Vergil's cock speared him thoroughly, a Dante-sized kebab on a Vergil skewer.
Like a lion pouncing on his prey, Vergil's arms lock onto Dante so tightly, that even as his brother tries to wiggle and escape, he could only lie in defeat. Vergil's suddenly sharp teeth hold Dante's nape tightly, his demon growling at his mate to behave, while releasing his acrid, icy pheromones to tranquilize him.
Dante superficially relaxes, but Vergil could still make out the fearful tremors travelling through their tightly pressed bodies. His brother-wife is so deadly afraid of any kind of hurt to befall their cub. Vergil is greatly pleased by this, as he cooed and lapped at the closing bite mark. "Good mommy, taking such great care of our child." Dante purrs happily at the genuine compliment. Letting down his guard (slightly), Dante glances behind him at Vergil, the demonic hue that colors his cat-like irises sounds out his intentions. Vergil maintains the stare and blinks slowly, "I would never hurt you and our children anymore. Trust me Dante."
After a pregnant pause, Dante pouts instantly. “Hmph, it’s not as if I doubted you.” He looks away, but the tips of his ears are red in contrast to his words.
Vergil ruffles his baby brother’s fuzzy hair. Even if he wants to go further, Dante’s vagina isn’t fully aroused enough to take his dick as usual. He could force it in, but he risks hurting their child. As strong as Vergil thinks they are, he can never escape his fatherly instinct to shield his young from pain.
With one hand blanketing Dante's belly, the other hand snakes down to his engorged naval and stops atop his plump mound. Parting the two labia reveals the hidden clitoris. Vergil rubs the erect bud in tiny circles, while simultaneously easing himself into the shallow spot in Dante's vagina that could make him relax until he falls asleep. Dante rocks back and forth, his moans blissful and light. The clitoris’ hood gradually peels back at the attention, coquettishly asking for more.
"Vergil! Ah— S-slowly! remember!" He reminds Vergil in between moans. Dante buck his hips from time to time, he thoroughly enjoys this gentle massage before his brother’s short temper eventually takes a hold of his dick.
"Yes, our baby." Vergil tilts Dante's head back to engulf his mouth in a sloppy kiss. Dante babbles as his tongue gets sucked by Vergil’s lips.
"Mhmnn♡ Bergiee~"
Vergil draws back, their spit intertwining with Dante's silly tongue sticking out and chasing after him. Vergil fixates on the eyebrow-raising way his brother licks his lips clean then sighs lewdly. Red, glossy, and erotic; these three words suit his brother’s lips as much as his demon hunter persona.
Vergil controls his rising libido, he will devour Dante's mouth later, until he can only speak his name in a litany of pleas asking Vergil for mercy and penitence. For now, he starts to rock back and forth, his hand coils around his brother’s long locks to harshly pull on each hard thrust.
“Oh! Oh! Oh♡” Dante rolls his hips back, his back bent into a bow as Vergil uses his hair as a rein. He’s so lost in pleasure, he doesn't notice a wetness glazing down his ribcage. He startles, he just got emptied out by his brother, yet his lobules seem to have produced even more milk. Dante pinches a nipple to stop its leaking but it's no use. Alarmed, he calls. "V-Vergil, look."
Vergil smells it first before he sees it. He turns Dante around and his pupils dilate at the visibly leaking milk that flows down his brother's chest through his hands into a noticeable web of milk.
“Didn't I just empty you earlier?”
“Yes you did!” Dante yells in anxiety.
Weird… Then Dante must be close to birthing if he's already leaking this much... Vergil shouldn't be so turned on at the thought, but it doesn't take much for him to lick Dante's hands clean of milk first before taking an engorged nipple and sucking loud enough for Dante's already flushed ears to turn even redder.
Like a milk cow, Dante squeezes his large breasts to help Vergil in the process of milking, while his brother unceasingly rams inside him. But Vergil is not a respectable farmer, but a perverted ascetic, and Dante isn't a milk cow, but a pregnant middle-aged man.
Dante switches between moaning and laughing at how Vergil's dick seems to be warring between his demonic phallus and retracting back to his monstrous human dick. Or how he subconsciously ruts even faster inside Dante while licking and sucking his breasts like an excited teenager and his first time seeing AV. Bless his brother and his two breasts, and let's hope Dante has enough milk for his future babies plus his brother's perverse desires.
“Oh~ oh, big brother, it f-feels so good♡♡”
His milk spurts loudly every time his brother ruthlessly stabs him, it makes Dante blush so furiously, especially when he sees Vergil suckling with a concentrated frown, determined to drink every last drop of milk as if his life depends on it. He wonders why Vergil is so obsessed with his breast milk. Did mother not give him enough back then? Maybe because Dante is too clingy and whiny that Eva probably favored to feed him more. Maybe it was Dante's fault why his brother has an oral fixation at his old age. Oh poor baby Vergil~ Dante pities his brother and kisses the top of his spiky hair. He moans deliciously when Vergil pushes his breasts together and sucks both nipples at the same time. His brother's sex technique is really out of this world… Dante lazily flutters his eyelashes as he strokes Vergil's hair to encourage him more. It has been ages since Vergil fucked him. It feels so much better than usual too. He can't help but try and clench his pussy hard back. He needs to milk his brother's cock too!
Months worth of abstinence makes Dante feel every fold of his pussy smoothing to its limits to accommodate Vergil's—not so junior— junior, or how it wrinkles in protest as Vergil pulls out, then pulsing in happiness once again as his brother pushes back in to the brim. Dante’s entire crotch is frosted with dried and new cum, reaching all the way back to his lower back, and every soaking feeling is like a mini orgasm continuing to attack him. Imagine being on the brink of starvation, but then suddenly your favorite pizza falls from above? Each thrust from Vergil is like a piece of heaven!
Vergil himself isn't faring any better too, he pops the nipples out from his mouth, too focused on moving his hips, that his templar veins are visible throughout his forehead as he drives fervently into the sloppy wet heat, and all the accumulated sweat drips down his strained forearms, bulging his muscles into distinct blocky shapes. He's trying his hardest to not accelerate into the inhumanly fast speed he's used to, the one that has Dante gagging on his cock with the mindbroken expression he loves.
But it's getting harder to resist when Dante touches Vergil's face softly, his long tangled hair forming a silvery halo around the bedsheet. Like an angel who only prays to Vergil, Vergil, Vergil, his droopy, sparkling blue eyes crossing whenever he hits his favourite spot, it softens Vergil's heart with fondness and regret for making his baby brother wait so long for him.
“V-vergie! I m-miss you, I miss this~! I miss your cock so badly♡♡”
Dante splutters his praises, egging Vergil to continue battering his cervix, lowered and easier to reach due to the pregnancy. His belly also makes it harder for him to see what's going on down there, the handicap makes him feel the pleasurable impact from Vergil's pounding even more.
“D-Don't irritate me Dante! I'm trying to be gentle!” he says hoarsely.
Dante knows his brother is serious about his version of being 'gentle'. As gentle as someone who's so used to violence and force, a little less violent in turning Dante's insides into a satisfied smoothie. Vergil hiccups from all the milk he's drunk, and Dante finds it hard for him to stop a little giggle and a startled moan as Vergil slapped him in the ass and continues to fondle it like a stress ball. Soon, he starts being handsy and forming Dante into manageable shapes suited for his pregnant belly. His legs are wide and splayed out, with Vergil carrying most of his weight in one hand, as the other starts flicking repeatedly at Dante's clit with his thumb, itching for a synchronized release in line with his obsession of doing things together as twins, including coming together.
Vergil is forming after-images with how fast he's thrusting into Dante. He grits his teeth as the boiling pressure inside him keels over to the highest degree, "D-Dante I'm cumming–" he tries to warn.
"B-brother— ah! to-together, mmh♡" Dante squeezes his walls tightly, trying to drag Vergil's blunt tip to kiss the deepest part of his womb. It's a futile effort—after all he's pregnant—but Vergil pours months worth of hot cum inside him and he thinks it's worth it, with a stupid grinning expression.
The brothers lock hands, united by a shared orgasm, as Dante's squirt reaches into the heavens and Vergil growls, his cum flooding into the deepest parts of the earth.
They both take a moment to heave, their breaths fogging their faces due to half-demons naturally high temperature mixed with cold sweat. The heated room looks like a sauna, and at this rate mold would fester and grow, prompting Dante to blearily think if they should add tens of ventilators in the bedroom, and all the other places in the manor they love to fuck in, which is unfortunately, every part.
He foretells a spiritual sense of fulfillment, ignoring his full belly and his filled vagina and anus seeping out his brother's whopping amounts of baby batter. Dante thinks he can even sleep like this, leaving it all to Vergil to carry him to the bathroom, wash him up, and clean the sheets before they snuggle together in the undoubtedly already early-morning light.
Vergil is rubbing his hard—wait, why is it still hard—cock to the wrinkled entrance of his anus. Prodding yet slipping evidently due to his exhaustion. But the look in Vergil's eyes say 'not enough. I need more'.
Can't Vergil see his body is steaming like a well-cooked turkey?!
When the crown slips inside, Dante's hole clenches in anticipation and thinks. Ah I should've just stayed asleep.
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Vergil continues fucking Dante in all his holes (yes, his mouth gets a turn too) without any breaks. After he stuffs Dante’s anus like a brother-shaped cream donut, he rubs his monstrous length back into his vagina and repeats. The only thing stopping Vergil from using his triggered dicks is their child, or Dante would've been plugged in both orifices at the same time. But still the whole room shakes, and even the ceiling starts to crumble and dust falls. The combined exhaustion of a marathon due several hours, the weight of their child, and Vergil's large cock rubbing his urethra until it overturns, couldn't contain the bursting pee inside his bladder. Dante could only hide his face as he squirts from the pressure and a puddle stains the sheets.
"Vergee…" Dante calls with barely a voice, he takes a pillow from beside his head and uses it to try and smack his brother again. "Enough alreadyyy…"
"D-dante," Vergil growls, his messed hair gets smacked sideways by the pillow, yet he continues to be a hardworking pile driver, "Still not enou-" Vergil’s pokes slip inside a crack, and suddenly, a warm water surges forth from Dante's usually closed cervix.
The brothers stop all movement and look down simultaneously as a trickle flushes out of their joined entrance. The water droplets drip and magnify in the suddenly quiet room.
…...
"VERGILL—" Dante growls through his gritted teeth.
Vergil sees a vision of Eva and Sparda facepalm from the heavens.