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There was something deeply comforting about a hot bath. Vergil couldn’t recall the last time he had one that he enjoyed. Dante’s shop had a shower and an old claw-foot tub, but it needed to be scrubbed before Vergil would deign to sit in it naked. Even so, sitting in a tub as an adult was a far cry from the near total immersion he remembered from childhood baths. Now, his knees and shoulders would probably get cold, in that shallow tub of Dante’s.
What luck, then, that such a place as this hot spring and inn existed.
Vergil exhaled, just thinking about it, allowing his eyes to open, barely-there slivers of blue.
He’d need to be careful, lest he fall asleep and slip under the water. Drowning was unpleasant.
Vergil shifted, sitting up a little straighter in the water, no longer slouching on the ledge near the wall of the spring. Across from him, across the pool, Dante sat, his arms on the edge, his head back, chest rising and falling gently.
He couldn’t be sore at the other man. Vergil exhaled again, wondering if he should get out before the steam went to his head. He slouched again, chin on the water.
It was because of Dante that Vergil was enjoying this bath with him. His latest client owned the inn adjacent to the hot springs, and had been so grateful that they had rid it of a demonic infestation, he offered them a free night to recoup and recover. The inn was empty, of course, with staff and guests to return at a later date, now that they were no longer in danger of being eaten. Vergil was surprised that Dante jumped on such an offer, instead of insisting that he be paid more.
The hot spring pools were heavenly. Vergil had read about them and so was mildly enamored with the idea of them. His body had been reborn and restored, but phantom pains still plagued him, from time to time. Being able to be chin deep in hot water? Vergil would struggle to find something more pleasant than that.
“You like what you see?”
Vergil opened his eyes a little wider, let them focus. He had been staring, it seemed, at Dante. His head was now raised, and one hand idly brought a brown bottle of something alcoholic Vergil was sure to his lips, tipping it. Vergil watched his throat work as he swallowed.
“So,” Dante forged ahead, after he finished gulping. “Did I do good, or did I do good?”
“This is impressive,” Vergil allowed, sitting up straighter. “I am surprised you were so eager to jump on the offer, actually.”
“How come?” Dante asked, shifting to reach the six pack by the edge of the pool. Vergil watched his chest flex, the hair damp.
“No people,” Vergil replied, with a shrug. “You seem to enjoy people. It is I that enjoys solitude.”
“Mm,” Dante hummed, nodding, even as he worked on another drink. He set that bottle down and looked back at his brother.
Vergil knew that look. It made his sex throb, and he shifted, crossing his legs.
“You look good,” Dante said, his voice husky, his eyes come-hither. Logically, Vergil knew this would happen. He didn’t want to fight it. He would also be lying if he were to say that he hadn’t expected it to happen well before now. Dante grinned, knowing that Vergil knew. He extended a hand, crooking one finger, winking. “C’mere. I want you over here, with me.”
Dante’s chest looked far too enticing for Vergil to deny, so he pushed off the little sitting ledge, and waded across the pool, tip-toes on the bottom. His brother was inviting, and when Vergil was within grabbing distance, he did that. He wrapped his thick arms around Vergil’s sleighter frame, and held him close.
Vergil shifted to sit across Dante’s lap. The pair of them were nude so the skin-to-skin contact was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. It was nothing for Vergil to put his arms around his brother’s neck and keep him close, chest to chest.
Dante’s face was rugged and warm, his eyes half lidded and his mouth quirked in a smirk. He kissed Vergil first, chaste to start with, before turning hungry and greedy. Vergil let him, feeling the tickle of his facial hair on his lips. He put one hand behind Dante’s head, kissing him deeply.
Dante was always the bolder twin. Vergil wasn’t surprised when Dante swept his tongue over his lips. At least he was asking permission this time. Normally, Dante’s wicked tongue would be in his mouth before Vergil had a chance to say yay or nay. Vergil let him in, of course.
His brother tasted of beer. Not entirely unpleasant, as there was that subtle undertone of just Dante there, as well. Their tongues rolled over each other, soft moans escaping either of them. Like this, it was hard to tell where Dante stopped and Vergil started. It was intoxicating, the hot water, the way Dante’s mouth was, it was too much and not enough. Vergil felt weightless.
It was shattered when Dante, teasingly, flicked his tongue over the roof of Vergil’s mouth. He made a soft sound, and pulled back, ticklish.
“You’re incorrigible,” he accused, and Dante, grinning like the devil, gave no objection.
“You’re hot,” he countered and Vergil scoffed. The steamy water made his cheeks color, that was all. That was Vergil’s story and he was sticking to it. He was going to object, when he felt the rough, thick fingers of his twin glide over the lips between his legs and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“I beg your pardon?” He asked, giving Dante a look.
“What? You don’t wanna fool around?” The hunter asked, incredulous.
“Of course I do,” Vergil said, shaking his head. “But not here.”
“You’ve never wanted to fuck in a pool?”
“Life is not a skin-flick. I don’t fancy having to deal with some infection or another because you want to play porn star.”
Dante hummed, putting his face in Vergil’s neck, kissing the skin there, licking at the droplets of water. Vergil’s toes curled, his eyes closing. He leaned back, giving Dante more access to his neck.
He sighed, though, shuddering, when Dante again attempted to finger him.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Vergil whispered to him.
“You done out here?” Dante asked, softly. He had known that Vergil enjoyed the hot springs, the pool they chose to lounge in one that, according to the brochures they found in the lobby, were good for muscle pain.
Vergil shifted and went to kiss Dante’s temple, chest to chest with him.
“I wouldn’t have suggested it,” he whispered, biting at Dante’s ear. Now it was his turn to tense up and shudder. “If I didn’t mean it. Now let’s go to the bedroom.”
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The rooms in the inn were as any you may find in a nicely furnished hotel. The sheets on either bed were clean and freshly turned down, so when Dante and Vergil walked in, it was more than an inviting sight to behold. Vergil had more modesty than Dante, even in a vacant inn, and while Dante walked in, cock out and hard, Vergil had a towel around his waist.
That towel hit the floor once Dante locked the door behind them, and Vergil again pressed himself to his brother. Steam rolled off the pair, clear in the air conditioned room. Dante always ran hot anyway so he was pleasant to press against. Like a cat, Vergil let his hands rove over his brother’s toned, muscular body. Dante returned the favor, as he kissed Vergil. His hands down his back, first, and then gripping with both hands, the rounded curve of Vergil’s ass.
Still wet as they were, Vergil figured they’d ruin one bed and then, to sleep, move to the second bed, but with how Dante’s cock was nudging his thigh, Vergil wasn’t sure they’d make it to the mattresses.
Vergil and Dante didn’t always have to speak to understand each other. Part of the benefit of being a twin, a thousand words could be exchanged in a glance and a meaningful look.
It was one of those looks that prompted Vergil to act.
Vergil knelt, taking Dante’s dick in his hand. Licking up the shaft, circling the head with his tongue, Vergil really laid it on thick when he rolled his eyes up to meet Dante’s gaze. Dante was looking down at him, biting his bottom lip. He took most of the length into his mouth, relaxing his jaw to allow him to bob his head, suck Dante off. Dante put one hand on his head, carding his fingers through his hair, moaning in time with Vergil’s ministrations. He encouraged Vergil with murmured praise, his hips twitched, his body yearning to fuck into Vergil’s throat as deep as he could bear.
Not able to swallow a lot, Vergil gripped the base of Dante’s cock and massaged it up and down, in time with his mouth. He paused, if only to catch his breath and give his jaw a rest. Vergil still licked at the blushing head, however, seeing pearly seeds of precum form as he lazily jerked Dante off.
“Shit, babe,” Dante breathed, shuddering. He still had a hand on Vergil’s head, and for a second, Vergil felt him grip his hair. He relaxed, though, but it was clear that Dante was straining. Vergil was a fan of edging, Dante was very much a “gratification” guy. “You do much more a that, I’ll pop.”
“Is that not the idea?” Vergil whispered.
That did it. Dante pressed, gently, trying to push Vergil back towards his dick, and Vergil obliged – this time – and opened his mouth again to fellate his twin.
As much as Dante would praise Vergil, moaning to the ceiling about how great his skills were, he had to give him a little help. He had one hand on his head, and he replaced Vergil’s hand around his cock with his own. Vergil instead gripped Dante’s hips, tried to take it as deeply as he could. Dante would make Vergil feel like a pornstar, but he was actually somewhat novel at sucking cock. Fine by Dante. Something about the way his twin’s face was blush pink, eyes watery, expression a little desperate, made his balls tighten.
“You wan’ it on your face?” Dante murmured, husky and breathy. But Vergil’s throat was occupied, because Dante pressed forward, holding Vergil’s head there. He gripped Dante’s hips, hard, and almost whimpered, when Dante groaned, spilling seed down his throat. Vergil coughed, dragging nails down Dante’s asscheeks. “Kinky, babe. You keep that up, you ain’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”
He let Vergil off his dick, a thin thread of saliva joining his mouth to the softening organ. Refractory periods were near non-existent, true, but Dante knew he’d have to wait a minute. Why not spend that time reciprocating?
Vergil stood, wiping his mouth, and went to lay on the bed. Dante took a moment to really drink him in, the way his skin was so pale and perfect, against the white, crispy pressed sheets. Their bodies were identical, but polar opposites. Complimentary. Dante was bulky, more than a little hairy along his arms, his chest, and between his legs. Vergil, however, was smooth and soft, with clean lines, and between his legs, downy white hair that hid a pastel pink pussy.
The way his brother lay there, one arm under his head, his eyes half lidded, his entire body lazy and languid, Dante knew what he wanted. He wasn’t going to deny him.
Dante lay his upper half on the bed, resting on his chest, between Vergil’s legs. His sex smelled clean, but distinct, throwing off pheromones that could make a demon in Hell howl at the moon. Dante bit his lip, just looking at it, using his thumbs to spread the lips, get a glimpse at the much fleshier inner parts. Vergil had a small, hooded clitoris, but with careful moves of his thumbs, Dante was able to coax it out.
Vergil tensed just a hair before Dante attacked it, running the entire length of his tongue over the small, rosy organ. His back arched and he moaned, gripping the sheets. Exposed like that, it was electrifying. Dante didn’t let up, focusing on the clit, and soon it didn’t need to be coax out. It was just out. He freed up one hand to put two fingers into Vergil’s vag, his secret purse soaking wet and velvety soft inside. Vergil tasted unique and sweet, and Dante finger fucked him while he used a pointed tongue to flick his twin’s clit with reckless abandon.
The elder son of Sparda squealed, his head lolling back and forth, over-stimulated and trembling. And, of course, his mouth was working. Cool, ice prince Vergil was a babbling mess by lick four or five. A beautiful prayer of “oh God,” “yes,” “Dante,” and “please” sputtering forth from his lips as all sense left him, leaking out of his cunt with Dante’s ever quickening ministrations.
His back arched, he put his hands into Dante’s hair and he came. Slick coated Dante’s hand and chin, while Vergil’s orgasm rocked through his entire frame. The aftershocks coursed down his body, making his toes curl and his eyes roll up, his mouth open, gasping through climax. Even after it was done and Vergil slumped against the mattress, he would twitch and try to catch his breath.
Dante was on his knees, at the edge of the bed, grinning like the devil. Vergil saw it, when he weakly lifted his head to look down, between his legs. He looked suitably smug.
“You’re an animal,” Vergil muttered, breathless, lacking any of his usual bite or venom. Dante just grinned. “Like the cat that got into the cream..”
Dante sighed and used one hand to rub at the upper-most part of Vergil’s pussy, that lightly fatty pad where his pubic hair started. Vergil made an inelegant noise and jerked.
“Well, a pussy and cream were involved, I’ll grant you that,” Dante said, his voice a rumble in his chest.
Vergil mewled, wanting to curl in on himself, but Dante stopped him. He got up, kneeling on the bed and Vegril knew .. ass or pussy, he would be used. His brother was back to full hardness.
“Dante,” he whispered, but Dante’s hands were already on his chest. Vergil half expected a kiss, but Dante pushed, rolling him over on his belly. He blinked, confused. Dante lifted his hips and Vergil figured he wanted it doggy style. An inelegant name for the position, in his opinion, but the angle was divine when Dante put attention into it.
Sure enough, one hand on his back to add to the curve, Vergil felt the stretch and give as Dante’s thick cock slid inside him. He was soaking wet down there so there was no resistance. Still, Dante was enormous compared to the sheath he preferred for his sword. Vergil’s breathing hitched, his eyes closing as he tried to adjust, his forehead resting on his folded arm.
To Dante’s credit, he waited for Vergil to give a small nod of his head before he started.
The room already smelled of demon cum and Vergil’s pussy, but now the distinct smell of sex wafted into the air, brought on by Dante’s punishing thrusts. Vergil moaned, a wanton whore, over the tempo and beat made from Dante’s thighs slapping against the back of Vergil’s ass. The elder son of Sparda gripped the sheets, his nails pulling at threads.
Dante held to Vergil’s hips with both hands but eventually pulled one away, licked the first two fingers and began to tease around the tight, pink ring of muscle just above the hole he was currently fucking.
“Gods , Dante,” Vergil whimpered, his voice high and tight.
Dante didn’t reply, deciding instead to just continue fucking his twin. The angle was such that Vergil felt it almost in his bladder every time Dante got all the way in.
The pace and intensity was maddening, with Vergil quickly giving in to the sensations and losing his wit. It was easy. It felt good to do. To lose himself, to give himself over to it. What was the joke? ‘Head empty, no thoughts?’
It was all too much, and not enough. Dante’s thick, careful fingers circling his anus, accompanied by his thick, powerful cock .. ? What was missing? What could send Vergil over the edge and into climax?
Vergil put an arm under himself, reached down between his legs, and fingered his clit, gravity pulling the juices from his pussy down, dripping down to the sheets. The contact, circles made with his first two fingers, was just the ticket to Vergil losing all control.
He moaned, biting his bottom lip, and tensed, squeezing around Dante’s dick. Dante responded by thrusting harder and faster, chasing orgasm alongside Vergil. Sure enough, Vergil’s climax came like waves crashing on the seashore, and Dante, overwhelmed with the rhythmic squeezing of his brother’s inner-most walls, gushed forth, spilling inside of Vergil. Dante worked his hips a few more times, milking himself using Vergil, and Vergil cried out softly with each thrust, pushed past his limits.
But soon it was done. Soon, there was just the after-glow and the trembles. When Dante pulled free of Vergil, the mess he made looked tasty to behold. He knew that Vergil was by now far too sensitive to eat out, however, so he had to leave him, leaking.
Vergil slumped, belly down on the mattress, catching his breath. Dante went to lay beside him. He nosed his brother’s jaw, nuzzled his face.
“ .. We’re dirty again,” Vergil murmured, looking at Dante with tired blue eyes.
Dante smiled.
“You wanna go back out? Take a dip in the world’s biggest bathtub~?”
Vergil made a soft, amused sound, almost a purr, and closed his eyes.
“No, I think not,” he whispered. “Give me just a moment .. to rest my eyes and .. we’ll take a shower .. “
.. Dante knew better. Vergil was out cold in a few more deep, even breaths.