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Sometimes, Vergil gets into a rare mood, one that only Dante’s cock can satisfy. It always happens right before his monthly period, the moment in which he’s most fertile. He loathes it, finding it humiliating having to lower himself to his basest instinct, but thankfully once his body has fully developed, mother will be able to make this problem of his disappear: she can prepare a concoction that he will have to drink periodically, that will change his physionomy to a more masculine one and, most importantly, will make his uterus stop working. Finally, he won’t have to go through this humiliating ordeal each month, but he will still have to be patient for a while, because the moment hasn’t come yet.
As much as he loathes to admit it, Dante makes these moments much better, but that’s only because he knows how to fuck him so hard it makes him stop thinking for a while, and even then Vergil has picked him only because it was the only dick available. What he’d give to be able to have father’s cock inside him, even just once, but he loves and respects mother too much to make any advances towards him – he could never do this to her – so he has to settle for a lesser being such as his brother. He always makes sure that Dante knows that his choice of mate depends on convenience and nothing else, but Dante always ignores him: he knows that Vergil is genuinely attracted to him, but if he needs to deny it in order to enjoy himself, so be it.
As long as he gets to fuck him periodically, he doesn’t care about what he says.
The only problem is that Vergil mustn’t get pregnant – how would they be able to explain that one? – but they’ve managed to find a workaround for this, one that involves something much better than using condoms, one that allows Dante to have as much fun as he wants.
The time has come, Vergil can feel it. He’s already beginning to crave Dante’s attention, to the point that he almost jumps in bed with him, uncaring of the fact that his twin is still fast asleep. To think of it, he’d definitely like it if he did that, like the pig he is.
There's no way Vergil's going to debase himself in such a way, however, so he waits for him to wake up, and waits, and waits, and waits…
How long does he intend to still be asleep for? Knowing him, he'd spend the entire day lazing about, but he has his very important duties to attend to; Vergil will not allow him to slack off on the only thing he's useful for, even at the cost of going against what he had decided before.
He hops off his bed, reaching Dante on unsteady feet - he got up too quickly. Rather than hopping on his lap with grace like he has intended, he mostly falls on him, which manages to startle him awake.
"Wha--" the fool bumbles, but Vergil shuts him up immediately with a kiss. He isn't that fond of the practice, to tell the truth - Dante loves it instead, because of course he loves everything he hates - but it's the most effective way to silence him and get him to comply.
He reaches his desired effect at least, because Dante immediately melts underneath him, before possessively closing his arms around his frame, dragging him closer. Finally, he's waking up, and he's already growing interested judging by the conspicuous bulge that presses against Vergil's thigh.
"Mh, that time of the month already?" he purrs once they pull away. He looks so smug, the asshole, but Vergil can't even say anything, because his hormones are forcing him to find it hot, unfortunately.
"Shut up and make yourself useful," he retorts, because the fact that Dante's behavior makes him unable to think straight, that doesn't mean he loses all his mental faculties: he knows for a fact that Dante loves it when he's more authoritative, even though he might deny it. The way his cock twitches against his thigh doesn't lie.
He has to bite his lip in order to muffle a moan, not wanting to give Vergil the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable this early; he'll have to work harder than that.
"If you want it, then take it," he says, using the words Vergil usually tells him when he asks him to lend him something.
If he thinks he's going to send Vergil on a loop, however, he has something else coming for him: he lowers his pants and underwear, exposing himself without making Dante work for it, which is a first. His supposed kindness has a motive, however, because once he's free of constrictions he crawls over Dante, settling with his thighs on either side of his head.
A smirk spreads through Dante's lips when he realizes his twin's intentions.
"Bon appetit to me," he says, purposely mispronouncing the words, knowing that it irritates Vergil to no end when he does it. He's about to yell at him for it, in fact, but he keeps quiet, since there's a better method to punish him: he lowers himself on him, in fact, until his cunt makes contact with Dante's lips.
"Put your mouth to better use, will you?"
Dante just grins, and starts sucking him off.
The feeling of Dante's tongue against his dick makes his whole body feel like it's on fire. It's so good, the perfect balm to the bad mood Vergil's uterus gave him.
He still wishes he didn't have periods anymore, but at least Dante is excellent at making him feel good. The way he swirls his tongue around his clit and closes his lips around it to suck it... He was made for it, so much that Vergil's convinced that his sole purpose in life should be giving him pleasure.
He rubs himself against Dante's face, smearing his juices all over him as to mark him, just like any good demon would: Dante is his and his alone. He won't share him with anyone else in the world; it's his toy to play with.
From the muffled sounds coming from Dante, he's loving every second of it, and that only encourages him to keep going, chasing his pleasure with no interest in Dante's; his moment will arrive soon anyway, he can wait.
He comes quickly, covering his mouth in order not to be heard by Dante first of all, but also not to be heard outside: he doesn't know what mother or father would do if they ever found out about this, but he doubts they'd react favourably to this; they might even separate them some way, and that's the last thing Vergil wants, which means that they have to be discrete.
Unfortunately, Dante didn't get the memo however, as he tries his best to make him scream, keeping stimulating him despite the high of the orgasm being long gone, holding him with a firm grip on his thighs to lock him in place.
It takes him pulling his hair harshly to get him finally off of him, and even then he does his best to oppose his pull. He clearly wants to continue, but when Vergil moves to his side, legs still spread in an inviting manner, he waits obediently for him to speak again.
"We don't have all day," he says then, prompting Dante to get closer again, because he's right, which means that he has to get him ready.
Vergil is perfectly capable of preparing himself, and would actually prefer to do it - he'd be faster and more efficient - but Dante has made this the sole condition of their pact: he has to prepare him, or else he won't fuck him senseless like he wants him to.
It's humiliating for Vergil, but if this is what it takes to get relief, there's nothing left for him but to make this sacrifice.
It's not that he completely dislikes it, after all, it's just that he knows Dante will get insufferable if he ever admits it, so he doesn't, and keeps pretending to just be doing him a favor by allowing him to keep doing this.
His facade immediately crumbles, however, when he feels Dante's fingers beginning to circle his rim, slowly massaging it: he throws his head back, biting his lip too late, so he lets a small moan out despite trying very hard not to. Dante chuckles at that, though he doesn't say anything about it, uncharacteristically so to tell the truth. He must've noticed that Vergil is in a worse mood than usual, so he tries not to push his buttons too much - a survival tactic he's had to learn.
When Vergil snaps and tells him to get a move on - he's not made of glass damn it - he goes along with it without any complaint, pushing just a knuckle in, before pulling away to rummage under the mattress, where he keeps the lube hidden from indiscreet eyes - how would he explain it to ma and pa if they ever found it? He'd rather kill himself than having to do that.
He pours a copious amount on his fingers, letting some drops fall on the bedsheets, though neither of them pays them any mind. Vergil doesn't like how careful he is with this stuff, but first of all Dante likes it when he's wet, and second he knows that, despite his claims of not being made of glass or whatever, he will complain if it hurts, and Dante doesn't want to hear any of that.
Once he's done, he rubs them against Vergil's asshole, smirking at the way he shivers because of the cold. "Need something, princess?" he teases him, reveling in his frustration.
Vergil grits his teeth. He'd beat him to a pulp if only he wouldn't have had to explain it to his parents.
"Just hurry," he orders him again.
"Aye, aye!"
Dante barely bites back a moan as he inserts the first finger, like he's the one that is being penetrated. He loves this part so much, because he can see Vergil at his most vulnerable.
As soon as his finger breaches him, he freezes, in fact, only to quickly cover his mouth to muffle the loud moan he isn't able to hold back. There he is.
He can act high and mighty all he wants, but in the end, he's just a slut.
Look at the way he immediately moves his hips against that mere finger! He'd take his entire arm if he could, and Dante would happily give it to him. Mh, that's definitely something they should try, one day…
He shakes his head; he shouldn't get distracted like this or else he'll miss the good parts!
Indeed, he can't let the perfect image he has in his view, of Vergil arching his back and moaning and looking so desperate already, go to waste because he's making up future scenarios in his mind.
Unable to stop himself from giving even more, he leans down on Vergil, removing the hand he's been adamantly keeping over his mouth. Vergil in response sneers at him, but Dante ignores him, pushing another finger inside instead; he takes advantage of the way his twin's lips open from the surprise to shove his tongue past them, hungrily kissing him.
Normally, Vergil would push him away, but now that he's gotten cock-hungry he clings to him, burying his nails in Dante's back as a way to keep him anchored there. Like he'd ever dream of moving away when he has this in bed.
He pumps his fingers in and out with unforgiving pace, but Vergil still has the gall to ask for more, so he pushes a third finger inside to make him happy.
He's so hard that he feels he's going to explode, which Vergil soon notices. They've played quite enough, but now it's time for the main event.
"Dante… Your cock…"
He can't even say it fully, how much he wants him, but Dante knows him and knows how hard it is for him to express his needs. Even just these few words are enough for him.
He can't help but grin as he removes his fingers, observing the way Vergil's hole twitches at the sudden emptiness. He truly needs it bad, but he doesn't need to fret, because Dante will soon fill him with something much better, after he takes care of his clothes, carelessly tossing them aside, and pours more lube on his dick.
"Fuuuck," he moans, slowly pushing his cock inside Vergil. It feels so good, each time better than the last.
"Dante! Quiet!" Vergil reprimands him, but he can't hide how great it feels for him too: he's sucking him in like the whore that he is. Even once Dante bottoms out, he pushes him with his legs in order to get more. Such a demanding pillow princess he is.
He oscillates his hips back and forth, fucking Vergil in earnest, each push inside accompanied by a moan. As revenge, it's him who covers Vergil's mouth this time, reveling in the way his eyes widen, but he doesn't do anything to stop him so he must be enjoying being put in his place. Whore, whore, whore!
"That's it, take it."
Fuck, he's going to come soon, too soon. There's no way he's going to come before Vergil, however, so he tries to think about something that will delay the inevitable, like his parents doing it… Nope, that makes him almost topple over the edge - he'd give anything to be able to watch them, actually - he needs to find something else. An old shitty lady with saggy tits and wrinkly vagina, that's better.
To help Vergil come first, he begins thumbing his clit, going hard and fast the way he likes, even if he later will complain about being sore.
He can't help but chuckle at the way Vergil's entire body is traversed by a spasm at the added stimulation. Oh yes, it's all going according to plan.
When Vergil comes, he completely loses control over himself: he holds Dante even closer, muttering nonsense that he can't understand - his hand is still muffling his voice - and his ass tightens so much around his cock that Dante can't help but follow suit, filling him up with his cum.
One day, he wants to come inside him properly - the idea of making him pregnant has always intrigued him - but this too feels incredible, so for now he's pretty content this way. The fact alone that Vergil lets him touch him in the first place is a miracle.
When he pulls away - he doesn't really want to, but his dick is starting to get too sensitive still nestled inside Vergil's ass - he holds his cheeks apart, watching rapt as some of his cum starts to overflow from his used hole. It's a spectacle he never wants to miss, one that fills him with pride each time, because that's his cum that is leaking out: he did that.
Vergil is still recovering from the high, so he barely moans when Dante begins to lick the cum out of his hole, slurping it like it's some kind of gourmet meal. He never complains about this, perhaps because he likes to be pampered after having come.
It's the softest Dante has ever seen him. He doesn't mind the look…
When Vergil pushes him away, he knows that fun's over.
"Gross," his twin mutters, grimacing.
"Like you're any better," Dante immediately replies. He can't act like he's superior now, not after what they've just done.
Vergil scoffs without saying anything - he must know he's in the wrong - before stretching his arms and getting up, walking past Dante still giving him the silent treatment, until he reaches the bathroom door that is.
He turns towards him.
"I'm taking a shower…" is all he says, before stepping inside and leaving the door ajar.
The hidden message is not lost on Dante, who hurries to follow his twin.
They're done with the first round, but it's obvious that Vergil wants more, and who's Dante to deny him?
This is going to be a loooong and most pleasant morning.