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Dante sat in his childhood bedroom seething, face burning with humiliation. He and Vergil had been home for the winter holidays for three days now, which meant it was only a week since Dante had gone to his brother’s office to talk about his failing grade. A week since Vergil had forced him on his knees under the guise of “extra credit.” A week since Vergil had pushed himself down Dante’s throat and used his younger brother as little more than a toy.

One week since the one person in Dante’s life he trusted above all else, had twisted that trust and shattered it. 

Dante didn’t know what he was expecting for “vacation” together to look like, but Vergil sitting across the dining table from him, eating and chatting with their parents as if nothing had happened, wasn’t it. From the outside, Vergil was still the perfect son he had always been, even if Dante knew the truth behind his brother’s mask now. Dante had seen that mask slip and he would never forget the sick man behind it.

To the rest of the world though, Vergil was just as he always was. Vergil discussed politics with their father, talked about a few of his students with their mother, and didn’t even bother to look at Dante. Well, Dante wasn’t actually entirely sure about the last one. Every time they were in the same room, Dante thought he felt eyes on him. Whenever he turned around, Vergil was always doing something, his gaze elsewhere. 

It might have been his imagination, but he couldn’t be sure of even his own instincts anymore. After all, his instincts had told him to trust his much older brother, to put his own safety in his brother’s hands. Well, look how that turned out.

Since they had been home, Vergil hadn’t actually touched Dante inappropriately even once though. Before all of this, Vergil had always been a bit distant; he was already an adult when Dante was born and had been more like an idol to be worshiped from afar than an equal. Before now Dante would have never thought of his brother as a physically affectionate person. Now, with each touch carrying a new weight to it, Dante couldn’t help but wonder how he had ever thought of Vergil as anything other than physically affectionate.

It wasn’t that the amount of touching had drastically increased, only Dante’s awareness of it. Nothing felt the same—from the way Vergil would touch his shoulder to get his attention, or even the way their arms brushed against each other when passing in the hall. A hand on the small of his back to guide Dante to step to the side now caused him to stiffen with suspicion when it would have gone almost completely unnoticed before. Did his brother’s hand always linger like that, or was this new? 

How long has Vergil wanted to do something like that? Were there signs I should have seen or did I do something to provoke him? Am I just being paranoid? Was it all my fault?  

Suspicion and doubt clouded Dante’s mind, making thinking about anything other than his brother nearly impossible.

On that first day, to get Dante’s attention, Vergil had reached out and touched his cheek, tucking a piece of hair behind Dante’s ear. The same cheek he had smacked his cock against only a week before. It couldn’t have been a coincidence. 

Something that should have been nothing more than a casual gesture Vergil had done hundreds of times before, was now perverted by what had transpired between them. That was all it took and then suddenly Dante was there again, kneeling on the floor of Vergil’s office and looking up at his brother, Vergil’s cock heavy against his cheek. He could almost feel the rug burn on his knees and taste the cum in the back of his throat.

Dante had gone red and his knees went weak, phone dropping from his suddenly slackened grip. He wobbled just enough for Vergil to grab him around the waist, leaning close enough to whisper in his ear.

“Careful, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, now would we?” Vergil whispered, as if he cared in the slightest for Dante’s well being.

There was no doubt in Dante’s mind that Vergil might not have known exactly what crossed Dante’s mind. No—Vergil knew exactly what he was doing when he touched Dante there. Tender as the touch was just now, Dante knew it was meant only to serve as a reminder of his humiliation. 

That wasn’t all though. Unhealthy and stupid as it was, he wanted those touches. It was sick, but he craved them. Never before had he realized how much he associated home with the casual intimacy Vergil allowed. At school, Vergil never showed affection nor touched him, not counting the one time. Otherwise, Vergil had kept his professional distance. Dante hadn’t realized how much he had been looking forward to being treated like a baby brother again until each action of Vergil’s had been so thoroughly corrupted. It was as if he was constantly torn—pulled between hating the man who had forced him on his knees, and wanting desperately for the comfort of his older brother. 

That wasn't even the worst of it though. No, the worst part was how those once so innocent moments which he now looked at with suspicion, lit a fire within him. He couldn’t be around Vergil without thinking about what had happened. Each time the memory was triggered, desire—unbidden and unwanted—flooded him. 

Dante had known of course that they would be spending time together again. The days leading up to this visit home had been spent caught between panic and the unquenchable need to masturbate more than he ever had in his life before. Perhaps it was simply because that experience was the first time he had done anything like that with another person, but Dante just couldn’t get the memory of the feeling of his brother’s cock, hot and heavy in his mouth. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the burn of Vergil pulling his hair and using it to control him. He could hear the small sounds of pleasure Vergil had made, proof Dante was doing something right, that he could make his brother feel that good. 

Pathetic as it was, all Dante had to do to cum was replay the way his brother had fucking talked to him. Vergil had praised him, and told him he was doing a good job and how good he looked with his lips wrapped around his brother’s cock. They were stupid, nothing sentences and yet the grip they seemed to hold over him was undeniable. 

Stumbling back to his dorm room, the heady taste of his brother’s cock still on his tongue and face red from trying to scrub off all the cum and tears in the school bathroom, all Dante had wanted to do was forget. He had several half full bottles of contraband liquor and he was determined to consume as much as he could. Dante had gotten blind drunk in an attempt to forget everything from what had just happened to even his own name. Even if he couldn’t turn back time, he could settle for erasing the memories.

It didn’t work though. Instead, he gave into his most debased desires. The night ended with a vibrator stuffed in his pussy, the biggest dildo he owned halfway down his own throat, and the fantasy of Vergil whispering quiet praise in his ear. He came imagining his brother fucking him while calling him beautiful. Dante hadn’t drank anything since. Even if memories came unbidden to his mind, he couldn’t let himself give into them that fully. 

That was, until tonight. 

It all came to a head on the seventh evening they had been back in their parents house. They had all been spending “family time” in the living room—Vergil and their parents chatting on the sofa while sharing a bottle of wine and Dante laying on his stomach on the plush carpet, trying to read. It wasn’t going particularly successfully for Dante, his mind continually pulled anywhere other than the words on the page, but the evening overall was going well enough. Then, their mother had asked Vergil how Dante had been as a student. Even before the question was finished, Dante knew that the answer was not going to be one he wanted to hear. 

Dante tried to make a quick escape, standing as soon as the question was asked, but unfortunately the only exit was right next to Vergil. Dante wondered if Vergil had planned this and chosen that side of the sofa specifically to trap Dante. He wouldn’t put it past his brother—not anymore. 

“Wait, brother.” Vergil said, catching Dante’s wrist as he tried to slink by. “Don’t you want to join our conversation?”

“No.” Dante tried to keep his tone as neutral as he could. “Let go.”

“Dante!” Sparda sounded shocked by his youngest son’s curt tone. “I will not tolerate such rudeness, especially to your brother. Apologize.”

Dante had to take a deep breath before he managed to mutter out a quiet, “sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Vergil smiled understandingly, his grip on Dante’s wrist never loosening, “I know that we can’t always help the way stress makes us act. I won’t hold it against you.” 

He spoke so casually, as if he wasn’t the cause of Dante’s stress. As if stress could explain away Vergil’s own actions.

“Come sit down over here with us,” Eva suggested, smiling up at him. “We’ve missed both of you so much. We’re also curious how it was to have your brother as your professor.”

Dante eyed the space reluctantly. Like usual, their father was sitting in his enormous armchair with their mother in the corner of the couch closest to him. On the other side of the couch sat his brother. The only seating not occupied by a person was between his mother and brother, or the armchair on the other side of the room, just far enough that holding a conversation from it would feel unnatural and awkward. Vergil must have been able to piece together Dante’s thought process because he pulled again at his brother’s arm, causing him to almost stumble into his lap.

“Sit between us. You can’t be part of the conversation if you sit on the other side of the room.”

“Yes!” Eva agreed, patting the cushion. “Come sit with us, my love. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Fine,” Dante said, ripping his hand out of his brother’s grip and dropping onto the couch as close to their mother as possible without it looking suspicious. His wrist was already starting to prickle at the loss of his brother’s warm touch.

“Are you sure you should be giving him that?” Vergil asked. “He’s not of age yet.” 

Dante turned away from their parents and toward his brother, glaring daggers. How dare Vergil suddenly act the perfect protective older brother now?

“Oh hush,” Eva waved off Vergil’s concern as she poured, “it’s only one glass. He’s not going to get drunk off of one glass of wine. It’s good for his health. Besides, even if anything were to happen, he’s with family. He’s safe here.” God how Dante wished that were true.

“He’ll be fine,” Sparda agreed. “He’s an adult, he deserves a glass of wine.”

Dante took the offered glass and did everything in his power not to drain it immediately. He allowed himself a large sip, trying to calm his nerves.

“So tell us son,” Sparda started, “how did the semester treat the two of you? You didn’t cause too much trouble for your brother, did you, Dante?”

“No,” Dante replied, looking at the floor. “It was fine. Normal.”

Their parents looked surprised by their youngest son’s unusually terse response. Even when Dante was in a bad mood, he tended to complain rather than simply clam up. Before either could comment on it though, Vergil wrapped an arm around Dante’s middle and pulled him closer to his side of the couch. It took all of Dante’s coordination and reflexes not to spill wine on their mother’s furniture.

“You shouldn’t crowd our parents like that, come sit by me.” 

Dante had no choice but to accept his new position, tucked under Vergil’s arm with his side pressed against his brother. Almost as if Vergil had forgotten it there, Vergil’s drifted down and rested on Dante’s waist. Dante wasn’t about to be fooled though.

“Did you at least get to spend much time together?” Eva asked, looking a little confused over the sudden shift in atmosphere, but attempting to continue the conversation nonetheless. “I know you were looking forward to going to your brother’s school.”

What Eva said was true, which only made the words sting more. Dante had been looking forward to going to his brother’s school and showing Vergil that he wasn’t a complete dumb ass. Sure, he had gotten caught up by the sudden freedom college had given him, eager to try all the stupid freshman things, but he had still been proud to get in. He had thought by getting in, maybe it would impress his brother, prove his worth. He had slacked off, gotten distracted by parties and the vices they carried, but he had gotten in.

In retrospect, Dante was pretty sure he never should have even tried.

“Dante was rather busy,” Vergil answered for him after Dante left the question hanging just a little too long. “He has made quite a few new friends; I’m afraid he doesn’t have much time to spend with his older brother.”

“That won’t do at all,” Eva exclaimed, “you must spend more time together! Family is the most important.”

“Your mother is right.” Sparda nodded in agreement. “Family will always come first. We mustn’t lose sight of that.”

“I agree.” Vergil's hand on Dante’s hip squeezed just a little. “Don’t you agree, brother? That we should never let anything happen that would tear this family apart?”

“Of course,” Dante forced out between gritted teeth.

“What about you, Vergil?” Sparda asked. “It must have been interesting, having Dante in your class as a student. I know you pride yourself on running a tight ship, but I hope you didn’t go too hard on him.” 

“Oh, I don’t think I went too hard on him, though of course I couldn’t show favoritism.” Vergil reached over, tucking a few strands of hair behind one of Dante’s ears, touching his cheek again. It was all Dante could do not to jerk away. “Do you think I went too hard on you? Or could I have gone harder?” 

Vergil’s smile was conspiratorial, as if telling a little inside joke between the two of them. As if what had happened was a funny secret for them to laugh about beneath their parents' noses. Dante shot up, pulling himself out of his brother’s grasp. How dare Vergil mock him like this, in front of their parents?

“I’m going to bed,” Dante announced, downing the last of his wine and all but slamming the empty glass down on the coffee table. Stalking out of the room before anyone could recover enough to question him, all he could think was how much he wanted to be away from everyone. He was locking himself into his room and forgetting anyone outside his door even existed.

First though, the liquor cabinet.

All of that was several hours ago. Hours that Dante had wasted away stewing, obsessing, and drinking. Several times, the memory of his brother’s warm hand on his waist came back to him, almost as if it was taunting him. Their hands weren’t that difference in size, and yet his brother’s hand had seemed so big and unmovable in the moment. Dante could still feel his brother’s hands on his face, in his hair, his cock inside Dante’s mouth. 

Dante had to stop himself several times from touching himself, finding his hands drifting down seemingly completely on their own, especially as the alcohol started to affect him more. It was wrong; it made him sick, how his body reacted. He didn’t want it and had never looked at Vergil in that way before. Before a week ago Vergil had been nothing more or less than his big brother, there to be admired and to chase after and sometimes be annoyed with. Never once had he looked at his brother and wondered how his cock would feel deep inside himself.

Things were different now though. Now Dante couldn’t get himself to stop thinking about such things. It wasn’t his fault either. Vergil had made them different, had fucked everything up, and it would be Vergil who would fix it.

Dante stumbled slightly, catching himself on the frame of Vergil’s door, the bottle in his hand clanking against the wood. Their rooms were across the hall from each other; he shouldn’t have had any trouble walking the few short steps to cross it. Perhaps whatever it was he swiped from their parents’ liquor cabinet was stronger than he had thought. There was no way he was getting through this night without at least a little liquid luck. It just seemed like he might have gotten a little more luck than he had planned on.

Oh well. 

He must have made enough noise to alert Vergil of his presence because before Dante had made up his mind between whether he wanted to knock or just barge in, the door swung open.

“Is something wrong, brother?” Vergil asked, cool as could be. Even so late, Vergil was still perfectly put together in a button down shirt and slacks. Dante couldn’t help feeling immature standing there in his worn too big t-shirt with the collar stretched out so much it tended to slip down one shoulder and his stupid pajama pants with little reindeer printed on them. 

“Yeah, I’d say something is pretty fucking wrong, brother .” Dante said, stressing the last word—a reminder of what they should have been to each other. 

Not even bothering to hide it, Vergil looked Dante up and down where he was leaning heavily against the door frame. He sighed, as if all of this was simply just a bother to him, before opening the door a little wider.

“I think it’s best you come in.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“If you would prefer, we can talk out here. I simply assumed you might not want our parents to see you in such a state.” Vergil was right of course, because that bastard was always right. Their parents might have been alright with a glass of wine in their company, but he had no doubt that a stolen bottle of whiskey and a falling down drunk nineteen year old would not be given the same leniency.

“Just move.” Dante pushed past his brother, absolutely not thinking about the brief contact he made with Vergil’s shirt and how much he wanted to lean into it. 

The sound of the door closing followed by the soft click of the lock sent an involuntary shiver down Dante’s spine. They were alone in a locked room. A room Vergil had specifically locked.

Sure, their parents were only downstairs, but they were separated by a thick floor that Dante knew from experience was pretty soundproof. Not to mention that their parents would have been long asleep by now and both slept like the dead. Nothing short of Dante actually screaming about as loud as he could would wake them. No, for all intents and purposes, they were completely alone. 

Alone. That word seemed to ring inside Dante’s head. The last time he was alone in a room with his brother they had… well that was why he was here, wasn’t it?

“What would you like to talk about?” Vergil asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Dante imitated his posture, swaying slightly as he did so, the liquor bottle tucked under one arm.

“What do you think I want to talk about?” 

“Maybe you should go to bed, brother,” Vergil said, all patient protectiveness. “You’re drunk—you should go to bed and we can speak in the morning.” God, but Vergil’s innocent act was pissing him off. How dare he play the caring big brother now?

“ You’re drunk.”

Reaching over, Vergil easily pulled the bottle from Dante’s hand. 

“Was this full when you started drinking?” He asked, inspecting the bottle.

“It might have been.” Dante shrugged. “What’s it to you?”

“You drank almost half of a bottle of a hundred proof whiskey.”

“So?”

“You’ve probably had the equivalent of about ten shots of alcohol. One that is no doubt stronger than you are used to. Any conversation you might want to have is pointless to attempt now.”

“I’m fine. We’re talking, and we’re talking now . Besides, it had been opened already, I haven’t had that much.” Which was true, though Dante suspected that he still probably had about eight shots worth, based on how he was feeling—lightheaded but still able to think, even if they came a little delayed at times. It was a little more than what he had been aiming for, but still workable.

Vergil eyed him suspiciously before sighing and going over to the other side of the room to put the bottle on his desk.

“Fine then.” 

The silence stretched out between them for several seconds before Dante realized that Vergil was waiting for him to start it. Of course he was going to make Dante say it. Controlling bastard.

“I’m not just going to accept it,” Dante said flat out.

“Accept what?” Vergil sounded almost bored by Dante’s statement.

“What you did in your office. That you blackmailed me and you forced me to…” Instead of finishing his sentence, Dante waved a hand between them in a fairly vague gesture. He must have moved a little too quickly though, because suddenly the world seemed to spin and he found himself staggering to the side. Ostensibly in an attempt to help Dante, Vergil caught him by the waist, pulling them close. For just a moment, they were face to face, mere inches apart. 

Then, Dante shoved his brother away, which really served to throw himself off balance. Giving in to the call of gravity, Dante landed on Vergil’s bed.

“It seems I was right,” Vergil said, looking down at him with pity. “You are too drunk to be having any sort of coherent conversation.”

“No!” Dante exclaimed, sitting up and scooting to he properly sat on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off the side. “I’m not just going to let you get away with it!”

Dante was half surprised when Vergil pulled over his desk chair, using it to sit across from Dante rather than on the bed next to him. He was still close enough that their knees touched, but not even as close as he had been on the couch earlier.

“What do you think you are going to do, brother?” Vergil asked, voice detached as if they were speaking about something that only barely held his interest. “Tell the school that you should have failed the class? Tell our parents that you debased yourself in such a way? You can’t even say what happened to me. How are you supposed to tell anyone else?”

“Yes I can!” Dante scoffed.

“Is that right? Then why don’t you do so now?”

There was a moment of silence as Dante opened and closed his mouth several times without a single sound coming out. 

“Exactly,” Vergil said, waving a hand as if Dante had proven his point. “Even if you do get the courage to say something, whose side do you think either the school or our parents would take?”

“But I’m right!” Dante insisted. Vergil only shrugged at Dante’s words.

“What does that matter? You’re not credible.”

“But… but I’m not lying!”

“Let’s put it this way then; who would you believe?” Vergil put out one hand, demonstrating a choice. “The younger brother who parties and does drugs and drinks underage and more or less whores himself around?” Vergil put up the other hand. “Or the older brother who has always been responsible and who is a well respected professor and academic with decades of good behavior to look back on?”

“You’re a bastard is what you are,” Dante muttered, kicking a little at one of Vergil’s shins with a socked foot. Shifting in his seat, Vergil easily moved out of the line of fire.

Vergil had a point and both of them knew it. While Dante wasn’t exactly the boy who cried wolf, he also hadn’t built up a particularly good reputation for himself around the school.

Who did Dante have to tell? Who would both believe him, and have any ability to do anything about it? The answer was obvious, at least to Dante. He knew immediately who he would tell if something like this happened—the one person he looked up to, admired and trusted most in his life. The same person he sat across from now. If it had been anyone else to do this to Dante, he would have gone to Vergil without a moment’s hesitation.

Even if their relationship had never been the closest and even been strained on occasion, Dante had always been able to count on his brother. Even if no one believed him, he knew Vergil would. Vergil had always stood by his side, protected him and cared for him. He loved and had faith in their parents of course, but if something truly bad happened, Dante knew that the one person he could trust with even the darkest of secrets was his brother. If everything else had failed him, Dante knew that Vergil would be there to pick up the pieces. 

Dante didn’t know what to do now that Vergil had been the one to shatter him.

“Let’s say you told people and they believed that such a thing did occur,” Vergil continued, “doesn’t it sound far more likely that you were the one to instigate it? After all, you’re not exactly conservative about spending time with people. It’s fairly obvious how easy you find falling into bed with people. Perhaps they would believe that you were the one to suggest such a trade and then got upset when I raised your grade to just above failing rather than an A.”

Every sentence from his brother was delivered with the same calm coolness—as if Vergil was in class delivering a lecture instead of explaining why it would be pointless for Dante to tell anyone about what had happened. It was the same detached tone he used on the podium, delivering information as if it had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

“That’s a lie though.” 

“The truth is unimportant. What is believable is what matters.” Vergil’s smile was infuriatingly condescending in its understanding, as if he really did pity the fact that no one would take Dante’s word over his own. “Our entire lives, you’ve practically worshiped the ground I walked on. It’s not a far leap to think that a desperate young man with a loose reputation might propose such a thing to someone they desired anyway.”

“I’ve never wanted to do something like that!” Dante insisted, cheeks burning as he remembered all the filthy thoughts that had plagued him over the past week. “I never thought of you like that.” Dante did his best to push away the thoughts of, I didn’t think of you that way before now and now I can’t stop thinking about you like that.

Resting his elbow on one knee, Vergil leaned forward and cupped Dante’s cheek with one palm, running his thumb tenderly across his cheekbone. He couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him at his brother’s touch, hating how controlling it felt and how much he wanted to lean into it. Just another gesture Dante once thought of as soothing, now tainted.

“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better,” Vergil said, easily allowing Dante to slap his hand away. He remained leaning forward, arms on his knees in an almost mockery of the quintessential pose of the ‘understanding, good guy teacher’ in teen movies. “Tell me, brother, what is the best case scenario if you did tell everyone? Is it that the administration believes you and I get fired? That our parents disown me and I am thoroughly removed from your life? If you truly wish to never see me again, I will leave this very moment, you need only say the word.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” A sudden cold pit opened up in Dante’s stomach. “I’m not telling you to leave. I don’t want… I’m not saying you should go.” Despite it all, the idea of Vergil completely disappearing from his life filled him with little more than dread. 

“What are you telling me then?”

“I don’t know, I…” Dante blinked, trying to sort through his tangled thoughts. It wasn’t just the effects of the whisky making it hard to think; everything Vergil had said twisted his thoughts around. “I just need to think.”

“What would our parents think if you told them that you willingly got on your knees for me?” Vergil continued on his line of questioning, not leaving time for Dante to organize through his jumble thoughts. “That of your own accord, you opened your mouth and took me in like you’d done it a million times.”

“That’s not what happened! You made me do it!” Through the fog in his mind, Dante clung to that fact. None of it had been his choice. It hadn’t been his choice, right?

“No,” Vergil’s tone was soft, as if he was explaining something to a child. It only served to fuel Dante’s anger. “I presented an opportunity, one you took and performed with great alacrity. I would never dream of forcing you to do anything. You came to me for help, lest you forget yourself.” 

“That’s not right,” Dante muttered, doubt seeping in. Was that what happened? It had all happened so fast, had Dante fooled himself into thinking that he hadn’t wanted it? Was what Vergil said the truth?

“If our parents knew what had transpired, do you think they could ever look at you with anything other than shame, or at best, pity ? Do you think they would ever be able to look at you without picturing what you did?”

Shaking his head, Dante tried to push Vergil’s words away. He needed Vergil to stop talking so that he could just fucking think for a moment.

“Or is it that you actually want people to know?” Vergil continued. “Do you want everyone to know that you wrapped your lips around my cock and sucked as if your life depended on it? That you swallowed me down so perfectly and let me cum down your throat and over your face?”

An involuntary shiver ran down Dante’s back at Vergil’s words. Fuck, hearing such filth falling from his brother’s lips was affecting him more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Dante put his hands in his lap, trying to cover the obvious reaction occurring from the imagines Vergil had put in his mind.

“I… no.”

“Then tell me,” Vergil reached out a hand, gently tilting Dante’s head up by the chin to look at him, “what is it you want from me, Dante? Do you want me to apologize? If that is the case, then I’m sorry, brother. Happy now?” 

Dante sat frozen in his brother’s gaze, their faces so close. Too close. God, Vergil’s mouth looked so soft. Dante had already had his brother’s cock in his mouth, would it really be so wrong to give in to his urge to see if his brother’s lips tasted just as arousing?

In his near hypnotized trance Dante felt his brother’s thumb brushing over his own bottom lip pulling it down a little and pressing against his teeth. Without thinking, Dante felt his jaw go slack, his mouth easily accommodating the appendage, tongue coming up to meet his brother’s finger. 

“I am sorry for the distress I caused you,” Vergil muttered, his focus entirely on Dante’s mouth, “but I cannot deny how good you look with your lips wrapped around me.”

That broke Dante out of his trance, jerking away from his brother and almost falling over onto the bed. It was enough to reignite some of that fire in his chest, hands curling into balls in his lap.

“I don’t want a fucking apology !” Dante spit. “An apology isn’t going to fix fucking anything!”

Vergil didn’t even bother to lean back, instead bringing the thumb that had been in Dante’s mouth to his own lips. The air seemed to thin as Dante watched Vergil run his tongue along the still wet digit, the space between his legs growing impossibly wet at the sight. 

“What do you want then, if not an apology?” 

Dante squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to hold onto his anger.

“I want you to have never done it in the first place!”

That only elicited a small chuckle from his brother. “If you possess a means of time travel, I am very curious to hear about it.”

“Don’t make jokes!” Dante stamped his foot in frustration, not caring if it made him look childish. “You did this! Everything was fine and then you changed it all and now I’m the only one suffering the consequences. Everything is different and it’s your fault!”

“Nothing has to be different. As far as I am aware, you’re the only one whose behavior has changed. Why not go back to acting the way you did before?”

“I can’t go back because you fucked my mouth!” Dante froze as soon as the words left him. They hung there, heavy in the air. It wasn’t like it was new information to either of the people in the room—Vergil himself had described what had happened in more graphic detail several times already—but it felt different, hearing the words in his own voice. It was the first time Dante had actually managed to admit that had happened out loud and doing so made it feel all the more real.

Dante swallowed heavily before continuing in a slightly unsteady tone. “You blackmailed me into sucking you off.”

“Perhaps,” Vergil shrugged. “And your point is?”

“My point ? You can’t just do that to people, let alone your own brother!” Why was this even something he had to explain to his brother?

“And yet the fact that it happened will not change.” 

“Well I’m not going to forgive you for it,” Dante said, starting to bring his arms up to cross over his chest, before remembering the very important job they were already doing, hiding his arousal.

“Then it appears we are at an impasse.” Vergil looked like he was starting to get bored of the circular argument, as if all of this was growing tedious. “Therefore, perhaps it is best we go back to as we were before as if none of this ever happened. If you can handle that.”

“Stop treating this like… like some fucked up one night stand!” Dante just couldn’t understand how cavalier Vergil was about this. “I can’t pretend that it never happened.”

“So you do not want to go back to the way things were, nor do you want me out of your life, but you are also not happy with the way things are now. Am I getting this right? If that's the case, what do you want from me?” A considering expression entered Vergil’s eyes and he moved even closer, putting his hands on Dante’s thighs to support himself as he leaned in. “Is it that you want more? Is that what all of this is about?” 

“What?” Dante jerked back, landing on his elbows as Vergil continued to move forward, looming over him. “No! Fuck you!”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” Dante rolled his eyes, “you’re the one who wants to fuck me so bad you’d risk getting caught in your office just to shove your dick down my throat.”

“Yes, I do want you,” Vergil said calmly, as if that was a normal fucking thing to just admit to.

“You can’t—you can’t just say things like that.”

“And yet I have. I would take you right here and now if you let me.”

“Let you?” Dante scoffed at that. “Yeah, because the first time, what I wanted was definitely at the top of your priorities.”

“Do not mistake me, brother,” Vergil brought one hand up, wrapping long fingers around the back of Dante’s neck. His grip wasn’t quite tight enough to hurt, but it felt overpowering just the same. “Your desires are very important to me, but so is your wellbeing. Unfortunately, you have shown that you are too careless with your wellbeing, which is why I have had to take it into my own hands.”

“And what? Fucking my mouth was in my best interest?”

“Yes. It was meant to teach you something about respect and responsibility.” Leaning in close and using the hand on Dante’s neck to prevent him from pulling away, Vergil whispered his next words against Dante’s ear. “Now tell me, brother, have you learned your lesson?” 

Dante ground his teeth, determined not to give in.

“Take your life lessons and shove them up your ass.”

Sighing as if Dante had greatly disappointed him, Vergil replied simply. “Fine.” 

“What?” Dante asked, “Are you threatening to fuck some respect into me? Please, like you’d have the fucking guts do something like that here.”

“I will, only if you beg.” 

“You could never make me beg.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Vergil’s smile was a horrifyingly arousing mix of cruel and thoroughly entertained. “Well then, I accept, brother.” 

For just a moment, everything seemed to move too fast for Dante’s still drunk mind to process. One moment, Vergil was above him and the next Vergil was sitting on the bed with Dante laying across his thighs. The feeling of what had to be Vergil’s erection pressing into Dante’s side caught him completely off guard. So, Dante wasn’t the only one turned on by their conversation. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that realization.

Before Dante could get his bearings again, Vergil wasted no time in tugging down the elastic waistband of Dante’s pajama pants, exposing his bare ass to the air. 

“Of course you’re not wearing underwear.” Vergil sounded amused by the realization, gently rubbing one cheek. Dante’s breath caught in his throat for a second at the feeling of Vergil’s palm against the newly bared skin. 

“What the hell are you—?” Dante cut himself off with a gasp when the first sharp smack landed, the sound seeming to echo around the room. “Fuck, Vergil!” Dante’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, his erection rubbing against Vergil’s thigh. Surprisingly, Vergil didn’t comment, only delivering another smack to the other cheek.

“Quiet Dante,” Vergil chided, “you wouldn’t want to wake our parents would you? What would they even think if they saw you like this?” 

Dante knew the likelihood of their parents hearing them was almost zero, but the idea of them walking in on this was enough to stifle his volume. He had no idea how he could even think to explain that what they were doing wasn’t his fault, in a way that was at all believable. Before he had time to say anything, another slap came to his ass, even harder this time.

“If anything’s going to wake them up, it’s this.” Dante’s voice stuttered for a moment on the last word as several slaps were delivered to his ass in quick succession. Whereas the first few weren't so bad, they were actually starting to smart now, blood rushing to the surface and skin growing sensitive. 

“Are you ready to admit your mistake?” Vergil asked, pausing for a moment to rub softly at the smarting flesh. 

“Shut up,” Dante said instead, shivering at Vergil’s hand on him, stroking so gently.

“Alright then.” 

Dante did his best not to yelp as Vergil continued the pattern, delivering several quick slaps, while intermittently mixing in tender touches, as if to sooth Dante. God, he hated how hard he was and how much Vergil’s actions were only turning him on more. His face must have been burning as bright red as his ass was at this point. The whole thing was ridiculously mortifying. 

Tears of shame or pain, or some fucked up humiliating combination of the two, sprang to his eyes. He was a grown adult for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be laying here allowing himself to be spanked like a naughty child and sure as hell shouldn’t have been enjoying it. Why the fuck was he even letting this happen? He should push Vergil off of himself and run out of the room that very second. He should do a lot of things.

Instead, he stayed right where he was, fingers curling into the bed sheets as he tried desperately not to focus on the debased, masochistic pleasure he found in his brother treating him as little more than a toy.

Dante didn’t know how long that went on, couldn’t even guess at the time, but after a while, Vergil paused in his actions.

“Still not ready to give in then?” He asked. Dante only shook his head. “Fine. Perhaps I will use the carrot then, if the stick is proving ineffective.” 

“What the fuck are you—“ Again, Dante was cut off from finishing his thought, this time by a moan from the feeling and two long fingers entering his pussy.

“Is this better?” Vergil asked, sweet as could be while he fingered his little brother’s pussy. “Looks like the spanking wasn’t much of a punishment, judging by how wet you are. I could probably slide right in without any other preparation.”

“Fuck you.” His words no longer had much bite to them, especially now when Dante had to focus on keeping himself from rocking back onto Vergil’s fingers. 

“So dishonest,” Vergil tsked, curling his fingers and firmly stroking inside Dante. “Don’t worry, honestly is just another lesson I can teach you.” 

Continuing his slow, torturously pleasurable ministrations deep inside Dante, Vergil leaned over, reaching for something in the bedside drawer. Dante was facing the wrong way to see what the hell his brother was doing; he could only hear the wood of the drawer opening and things being moved around. Not that it really mattered anyway, it didn’t take a genius to guess that Vergil was probably searching for some condoms and lube. Dante knew what his reputation was and what his brother thought of him—even if Vergil was willing to fuck Dante, he doubted that Vergil trusted him enough to stay clean.

Whatever, it wasn’t like Dante had any reason to change Vergil’s beliefs about him. At the moment, Dante couldn’t pay much attention to anything other than the fingers inside him anyway. His eyes drifted closed as he allowed the sensation wash over him, desperately trying to forget who it was touching him. Trying to ignore how much he wanted it because of who it was touching him. 

Fuck, had having something buried inside him always felt this good? When Dante had finally turned eighteen, he had gone out and bought himself several vibrators and dildos to try out, but he couldn’t remember any of them making his toes curl and his breath quicken the way his big brother’s fingers did.

“Open,” Vergil said from somewhere above him, pressing something smooth to Dante’s lips. 

Focused on the way his brother thrust his finger in and out of his pussy, Dante did as commanded, accepting a relatively small plastic ball type thing into his mouth. It was strange enough to momentarily distract Dante from the way Vergil continued to stroke inside him. Whatever it was that Vergil had put in his mouth didn’t particularly taste like anything, the texture smooth and almost slippery against his tongue. It was round, though not quite a perfect sphere, and connected to some sort of plastic string or wire that hung out of Dante’s mouth. He opened his eyes, looking up to try to see what was on the other end of the wire.

Instead of finding his answer, he met Vergil’s eyes instead. There was a look of deep satisfaction on Vergil’s face, as if he was finally indulging himself in something he had craved for a very long time, as well as another expression Dante had seen only once before. Hunger . It was the same expression he wore that day in his office, looking down on Dante between his legs. It made something in Dante’s stomach flip, though he didn’t really want to examine if it was out of fear or excitement. 

“Good boy,” Vergil muttered, stroking Dante’s cheek. “I know you like having things in your mouth, but I’m going to need that back now.”

Glaring up at his brother, Dante opened his mouth, allowing Vergil’s fingers inside for just a moment to retrieve whatever it was he held there. Dante glanced over at as Vergil took it in hand. Through the cloud of lust in his mind, Dante couldn’t quite recognize what it was meant to be. Colored a soft pink, it was maybe a bit smaller than a ping pong ball and almost egg shaped, the wire disappearing into something hidden in Vergil’s hand. Really, other than the color, looking at it gave Dante no more information that he had when it was in his mouth.

Surprisingly, Vergil didn’t take the time to ask if Dante knew what it was or further taunt him, instead bringing the pink egg back behind Dante where he couldn’t see. 

An embarrassingly pitiful noise escaped the back of Dante’s throat as he felt Vergil’s fingers leave him. Suddenly, all he could think about was how much he wanted Vergil back inside him.

“I’m sorry, brother,” Vergil said, sounding more apologetic than he had when apologizing for fucking Dante’s mouth, “give me just a moment and you won’t be empty any longer.”

Dante felt his brother rub over his clit briefly before spreading him open wide. Dante buried his head into the blanket, filled with a sudden sense of shyness at his position. Sure, his pants had been pulled down for a while and Vergil had been fucking him with his fingers just moments ago, but there was something different about his brother being able to see inside him in the most intimate way possible. What the hell was he doing, letting his brother do this to him? He should leave. He should get up and storm out, pausing only to punch his brother in the face. Yeah, he should—

“Oh fuck,” Dante breathed as he felt something larger than his brother’s fingers enter him. Obviously Dante knew what it was, but there was still some part of him that was surprised to feel the egg that had just been in his mouth, pushed into his pussy. It wasn’t the biggest thing he had ever put in there—most of his toys were wider and all longer than the little egg—but it was the biggest thing that someone else had put in him. God, other than Vergil’s fingers it was the only thing someone else had put inside him.

“Are you ready then?” Vergil asked, rubbing a hand over the still sensitive skin of Dante’s ass, giving it a light pat.

“Ready for what?” Dante asked, jerking his hips at the sensation and rubbing his leaking cock against Vergil's thigh.

“This.” 

As Vergil said the word, Dante could hear him fiddling with something, then pressing some sort of button. The egg inside Dante shuddered to life, a steady vibration deep within him. Dante had to bite his lip from making a noise at the sensation. Again, Dante owned sex toys and had messed around with vibrators on far more powerful settings than this before, so it shouldn’t have been completely new to him. There was absolutely no reason any of this should be so overwhelming. 

However, this was impossibly different than anything he had experienced alone and relaxed. The tension he couldn’t quite let go of caused him to squeeze around it, sending the vibrations deep within him. Every nerve was twice as sensitive, bringing him closer and closer to overstimulation by the second. Nothing about this was similar to masturbation in the slightest.

“Do you like my present?” Vergil asked, rubbing his fingers against the outside of Dante’s pussy, occasionally brushing by his clit and sending a different sort of electricity through Dante’s body. “I bought it specifically for you. You should say thank you.”

“Fuck you,” Dante hissed instead, voice somewhat muffled from where his face was still pressed into the bed.

“So you haven’t learned your lesson. That’s alright, we have all night and you will find that I am a very patient man.” 

Without any more of a warning than that, Vergil brought his hand back and delivered a sharp strike to Dante’s ass. Dante yelped in surprise, both to the reawakening of the stinging pain and the way the vibrations seemed to intensify when he clenched around the toy. The sensations only seemed to amplify each other, bringing both to overwhelming degrees.

Dante whimpered his brother’s name, hating himself for doing it, a few tears running down his cheeks.

He was already close, driven only closer to the edge by the continual mix of pleasure and pain. So close. Reaching down, Dante tried to grab at his thus far neglected cock. All it would take for him to cum at this point was a few quick jerks and the pressure within him would ebb. Vergil either saw or felt the movement though, because suddenly the vibrations were gone and Dante’s arms were being twisted behind his back, held tight by one hand on his wrists.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” Vergil whispered in his ear, sounding amused the fucking bastard that he was. “You can’t cum until I allow you to.”

“God, fuck Vergil. Just fucking get on with it then.”

“Get on with what?” 

“You know what,” Dante spit, his jaw clenching, still not ready to say what he wanted. He could accept it happening, but he wasn’t going to stoop so low as to say the words.

“No.” Vergil’s voice was level, as if nothing he had done so far had affected him in the slightest. A total act, judging by the hard length Dante could feel pressing into his stomach since he had found himself in his current position. “Not until you beg.”

“Fuck you if you think I would ever beg you for anything.”

“I’m not going to give you something you cannot even bring yourself to ask for.” 

Vergil turned on the toy again, this time on a slightly higher level, just as his hand connected with Dante’s ass. And so it continued like that. Dante would have thought that the pain from being hit—and there was a considerable amount of pain at this point—would have killed any sort of arousal he had. Instead, it only seemed to add to it. It wasn’t just the pain driving his excitement up though. It was the humiliation too. 

Memories of Vergil fucking his mouth and of the way he had been so turned on while it happened, came unbidden to his mind. He had thought he had been turned on despite the guilt and shame and that it had simply the result of a lack of experience. Now though, he was starting to think the feelings only added to his arousal. It was all so sinfully good in a way he didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for enjoying it.

Tears were flowing freely down Dante’s cheeks at this point. Whether they were from pain, or pleasure, or self loathing over how much he wanted his brother to do more to him, Dante didn’t know.

“Please,” he eventually whimpered after the fifth time Vergil turned off the vibrator just before Dante was about to cum. How Vergil always seemed to be able to bring Dante so close to the edge but never over, Dante didn’t know.

“Please what?”

“Please, I just want to cum.” They had been doing this so long by then, what felt like hours . He had sobered up quite a bit in the process, but his thoughts felt no less clouded, this time by the overwhelming need to cum.

“Is that all you want?” Vergil asked, turning off the toy as he spoke. “To cum from this toy and my hand against your ass alone? Or is there something else you desire?”

The answer, of course, was no and both men knew that.

“Just fuck me already? Okay? Happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” 

Warm hands gripped Dante around the waist, pulling him up and finally off Vergil’s lap. For the most part, Dante simply allowed himself to be moved, half dazed as he felt Vergil laid him down on the bed facing Vergil. His brother finished stripping Dante easily, needing little effort on his part. Running his hands from Dante’s chest all the way to his knees Vergil parted Dante’s legs. Letting Vergil do as he liked, Dante watched as Vergil rubbed the inside of Dante’s thighs, traveling up them and rubbing over his pussy. 

Dante hadn’t been able to watch his brother’s expression earlier and what he saw filled him with a sort of warped satisfaction. His brother was visibly turned on, looking ravenously at Dante’s body. Last time, it had all been about Vergil’s satisfaction, about Vergil getting what he wanted, so it made sense that Vergil had been aroused. Seeing his brother’s hunger for him just as powerful as it was then was almost a relief, as strange and fucked up as that was.

Vergil actually does want me then. It matters that it’s me . Dante hadn’t realized that the concern that he had simply been a means to an end, was even there until it was washed away. No, however unhealthy and sadistic Vergil’s desire for him was, it was specific to Dante. I’m important to him.

Gasping at the feeling of warm fingers entering him, stretching him as they pulled out the vibrator, Dante was also pulled back to the moment. Clenching around nothing after having the vibrator in so long made him feel strangely empty. A sound that Dante would never admit to being a whine, escaped him as he reached for his brother. 

“Patience, I still need to undress,” Vergil said, kissing the inside of one thigh. “I’ll give you back your toy while you wait though.”

Not caring anymore, Dante spread his legs wider for his brother. Vergil ran his fingers along Dante’s pussy, pressing in for a moment before pulling them out and going lower. Dante arched his back as he felt Vergil’s fingers enter a different, tighter hole this time, slick with the wetness from Dante’s pussy. Unlike before, Vergil went slower, pressing one finger inside at a time, gently scissoring them when he got the second in. 

As he stretched his younger brother’s hole, Vergil looked at the toy in his hand, examining it. Apparently deciding that it wasn’t quite wet enough anymore for what he wanted, Vergil opened his own mouth and put it inside, coating it with his own saliva. 

The sight of his brother sucking on the toy that had just been inside Dante’s pussy only moments before, not even bothering to clean it off first, was the final straw. Squeezing down around Vergil’s fingers, Dante came hard all over his stomach and chest, eyes never leaving Vergil’s face.

“I thought I said you couldn’t cum yet,” Vergil teased, taking the toy out of his mouth. “Though I suppose it was my fault. I can’t exactly blame you.”

Dante was too blissed out from the relief for fucking finally getting to come to respond. It wasn’t too long before Vergil pulled his fingers out again, pressing the freshly wet toy against Dante’s hole. Having relaxed somewhat from his orgasm, the toy slid in without much trouble. The full sensation it caused was both similar and not as having it in his pussy. Dante was no stranger to experimentation with his own body, but the egg felt different than anything he had used before. He suddenly felt very glad that the toy wasn’t cordless and not in danger of getting lost or stuck. The last way he wanted this night to end was in an emergency room.

Vergil turned the toy back on before he straightened up and began to undress himself. Shivering at the strange difference in sensation, Dante only watched as nimble fingers, fingers that had just been inside him, worked at the buttons of his now wrinkled shirt.

“Your face is covered in tear stains,” Vergil observed as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor.

“You like it when I cry, you sadistic bastard.” Most of the venom was gone from Dante’s tone by that point, replaced by exhaustion and bone deep desire.

“I do,” Vergil agreed easily, crawling back between Dante’s legs. “You’ve never looked more beautiful than when your face is a mess of tears.” 

Glancing down, Dante was reminded of just how big his brother’s cock was. Even when it wasn’t in his face, the thing seemed huge. Dante could feel his dick getting hard again already at the thought of taking his brother into him. Grinding against the wetness of Dante’s pussy for a moment first, Vergil took himself in his hand, lining himself up with his brother’s entrance.

“Wait,” a sudden thought occurred to Dante as he felt the head of his brother’s cock rub against him, his mind just a little clearer after cumming once already, “what about condoms?”

The surprised look on Vergil’s face at the idea that Dante might remember basic sex education was honestly mildly insulting.

“Do you have any?”

“No,” Dante admitted. He had bought a pack a few months ago just in case, but that remained in his dorm desk, untouched since he purchased it.

“Well, neither do I,” Vergil dismissed, moving to continue what he had just been about to do.

“We can’t do it without them,” Dante insisted, placing a hand on his brother’s stomach to try to keep him from pushing inside.

“Why not? Is there any reason I shouldn’t?”

“I’m not…” Dante trailed of, feeling suddenly awkward about admitting what he definitely needed to.

“What? Clean?” Vergil shook his head, obviously not understanding his brother’s hesitation. “Dante, you’re on my insurance and your lab results get mailed to my house. Unless you’ve contracted something in the three weeks since your last physical, then you’re fine.”

“Oh.” Dante had actually forgotten that the doctor’s office sent those things in the mail at all; he had gotten used to just checking the results on his phone. He needed a reason though, some sort of excuse, but as the conversation continued, he was having a harder and harder time thinking about anything other than the burning need to have Vergil’s cock inside of him. “Just don’t cum inside, okay?”

Vergil’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“I’m not on anything,” Dante finally admitted. “You know to avoid…” Dante waved a hand in a way that he was sure explained nothing. The idea of such a permanent consequence to what he already knew was a bad idea, was too much to handle. Saying it out loud would only make it more real. Despite the vagueness of Dante’s explanation though, understanding seemed to dawn in his brother’s eyes.

“I thought you started taking birth control pills when you got on my insurance six months ago.” 

God, Dante really needed to have his private mail directed to him instead of Vergil. It seemed like the plan of avoiding their parents seeing embarrassing shit had completely backfired. 

“I was, but I stopped taking them after a couple months. They were making me feel, well not great.” It was true. He had taken the initiative to get a prescription before he desperately needed them, but then when a significant lack of need became apparent, as well as some nasty side effects, he had decided to just start taking them again if he met someone. The last time he had taken his daily pill was two months ago, far too long to be at all effective. “So you can’t cum inside.”

Vergil sighed, reaching one hand down to run it through Dante’s hair, tussling it a little like he used to do when Dante was young.

“Whatever am I going to do with you? My baby brother, too reckless for his own good.”

“You can’t cum inside,” Dante repeated.

“I know the consequences,” Vergil said. “Now move your hand.” Vergil waited for only a moment before pushing Dante’s hand aside himself. Dante let him, bringing his hands up to grab at the pillow behind him. 

As much as Dante wanted to watch his brother’s expression, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it at that moment. Squeezing his eyes closed as soon as he felt the head of Vergil’s cock rub at his entrance, Dante arched on the bed as Vergil slid all the way in, moaning. 

“Careful, you might start to sound like you’re enjoying this if you keep moaning like that.”

“As if I’d ever get turned on by you, old man.” 

Rocking into him, Vergil ran his nails over the tender skin of Dante’s backside, digging them at the bottom to bring them even closer together. Burying his face in his arms, Dante could feel fresh tears prickling his eyes at the sensation. Dull and short as Vergil’s nails were, it felt like trails of fire were being lit on the oversensitive skin. 

“Fuck! Vergil, that hurts !”

Vergil’s only response was to lean in and kiss below one eye, brushing a few of Dante’s tears away with his lips. Letting go of his hold on Dante’s ass, he lightly slapped the side of it. The skin there wasn’t quite as sensitive, but made Dante jerk in response just the same.

“I can feel the vibrator though you,” Vergil said against his cheek, “especially when you tense up around my cock like that.

“You’re fucking sick, you know that?”

“Perhaps. Though I think, no more than you.” As if to demonstrate his point, Vergil wrapped his fingers around Dante’s cock, squeezing just shy of too tight. “Your arousal speaks volumes.”

“It’s a natural reaction to being touched,” Dante argued, even as he tried to buck up into Vergil’s hand, “it doesn’t mean anything.”

“You were hard before I laid a finger on you. From even before I put you over my knee, you’ve been wanting this.” Vergil allowed Dante to push him back, sitting up and looking down at his younger brother. He used the change in angle to his advantage, thrusting in harder than he had before. “All I did was recount our little escapade in my office and you were hard as a rock. I think you enjoyed what happened far more than you want to admit to yourself. Have you thought about it since?”

Despite his best efforts to school his expression into one of neutrality, something on his face must have given Dante away because a devious light shone in his brother’s eyes.

“Ah, you have then? How many times have you touched yourself, remembering the feeling of my cock in your mouth? Remembering what a good boy you were, sucking it so diligently?”

“Fuck off.” Dante covered his face with his hands.  It was unfair how well Vergil could read him. He had never been able to hide anything from his brother, he didn’t know why he thought he might be able to now.

“You tightened up around me just now.” Vergil sounded so goddamned pleased with himself. “Do you like being praised by me? Is that it? Do you want to be told how pretty you looked with your lips around my cock? You were as pretty as you look right now, taking me in so well. You feel so good, so perfect, as if you were made for this. So good for me.”

“Shut up.” Dante shook his head, hating how much he wanted Vergil to continue. He had spent his whole life looking for his brother’s praise, his approval, and he couldn’t quite squash the part of himself that still wanted it. “Just, shut up.” 

“It’s okay,” Vergil said, stroking Dante’s cheek tenderly, even as he rammed into him from below, “everything is going to be alright. Big brother Vergil has you. I’m going to fix everything, you don’t need to worry about anything anymore. I’m going to take care of you.”

They were just the sort of gentle, soothing words Vergil might have said if Dante had come to him and told him that someone had violated him. It was exactly what he had been wanting to hear since it had happened and it was so fucked up hearing them now, as Vergil pushed impossibly deep inside him. 

“I won’t leave you,” Vergil promised, taking one of Dante’s hands in his own hand and kissing his palm. “I will always be by your side. You were made for me, the perfect partner. You’re amazing, everything I could ever ask for and even better than I hoped you would be.”

“I don’t want to hear this, just shut the fuck up.” Vergil’s sweet words were breaking Dante down in an entirely new way, one he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to recover from.

“I love you.” Those three words were the last of Dante’s undoing. He came, hot white streaks over himself, clenching down around his brother. For just a moment, the world seemed to disappear, leaving nothing but bliss and the sound of his brother telling him he loved him echoing in his mind.

It took a moment for Dante to come back to himself after cumming, having to blink away some of the haze to pay attention to what was still happening. Vergil was still moving inside him, uncaring about overstimulating Dante, harsh thrusts that stung when he met Dante’s ass. Vergil was close, that much at least was clear. Fear suddenly filled him, washing away most of the fuzzy afterglow from his orgasm. 

“Stop!” Dante grabbed Vergil’s arm in a panic, trying to get his brother’s attention. “You can’t come in me! You have to pull out!”

“I’m going to breed you, cum so deep you can’t ever get me out.” Vergil’s breath was becoming harsher, his thrusts growing more erratic. “You’re going to take everything I have.”

“No!” Dante whimpered, the rest of his fight leaving him as Vergil positively ravaged his over sensitive pussy. “Please!”

“You’re mine,” Vergil said, tightening his grip on Dante’s waist to prevent him from squirming away and emptying himself deep inside. Dante moaned at the feeling, so incredibly full of his brother. It was a bad idea, such a fucking bad idea to let Vergil cum inside, so why did part of him feel so satisfied by it?

Later, they lay in Vergil’s bed, Vergil curled around Dante’s back, his half hard cock still stuffed in his brother’s pussy. Vergil had refused to let Dante take the toy out of his ass, but at least he had turned it off. Still so full, it felt less like the sex had ended and more like they were just taking a brief break. Knowing Vergil’s level of persistence, Dante wouldn’t be surprised if that was true.

Vergil kissed the back of Dante’s neck, moving along to his shoulder, all so terribly gentle.

“You should move in with me,” Vergil suddenly said, breaking the silence between them.

“What?” Dante half laughed at the absurdity of such an idea. “Why the hell should I do that?”

“You were worried about getting pregnant,” Vergil reasoned. “I told you I wouldn’t abandon you. I’ll take care of you, make sure you want for nothing. I’ll take care of you and the baby. It would all be easier if you just moved in with me.”

“What makes you so sure that I’ll even get pregnant? It was only once.”

“Our family has never had any problems with fertility. Besides, I don’t get discouraged easily.”

“I could leave in the morning to take a Plan B.” The fingers that had been gently running across Dante’s side froze, digging in instead.

“You won’t do that.” Vergil’s voice, which had been soft only moments ago, was suddenly cold. It was a reminder that even if Vergil phrased these ideas like suggestions, there was only one correct answer. “I’ll keep you stuffed full of my cum all the time if I have to, put a plug in you to make sure it stays in. I’ll make sure that you can’t even remember what it was like to go a day without me inside you.”

Dante shivered at the threat, clenching down involuntarily around his brother’s cock in sudden arousal. Dante only sighed. God he was tired.

“And if it worked, and you did get me knocked up, what then? You seem to have some big plan in mind?”

“You will move in with me and I will take care of you. I will help you raise our child, and you will want for nothing. You won’t ever leave my side. What else could you ask for?”

“Yeah? Would you make me pretend not to know who the father was? I assume you wouldn’t exactly be stepping up to claim paternity.”

“It’s not unbelievable that you might get yourself pregnant without knowing who the father was,” Vergil said, moving right past the idea of him admitting to what they had done. “Though it does leave open the possibility that someone you’ve played around with might show up trying to claim the baby.”

Dante laughed at the absurdity of that idea.

“Yeah, that’s pretty fucking unlikely.”

“Oh?” Vergil sat up slightly, resting on one elbow to try to get a look at Dante’s face. “What does that response mean?”

“Nothing, forget it.”

“Tell me. Why was the idea so funny to you?”

Dante shrugged, regretting saying anything.

“Just that, it’s pretty damn unlikely anyone would try to claim anything.”

“Is that so?” Vergil asked. “You did go off birth control. Has my reckless little brother actually been using condoms?”

“No, I—” Dante started before backtracking and taking the out, “yeah, sure, that’s it.”

Again, the hand on his side squeezed.

“Do not lie to me, Dante.”

“Ugh, you’re annoying.” Dante rubbed a hand over his face. As much as he hated having to admit it, he hated how much he knew Vergil would like it even more. “No one would try to claim it because there’s no one around who could possibly believe it was theirs.”

There was a moment of silence between them as Vergil processed his words.  When Vergil finally did speak, it was in a slow measured tone, more genuinely gentle than anything else he had said all night. It was as if now he was finally concerned with being tactful and considerate of Dante’s feelings.

“Dante, was this your first time?” Again there was silence as Dante turned his head, refusing to answer. “Dante, answer me. Was tonight, just now, the first time you’ve had sex?”

Dante turned his face away, pressing it into the bed instead of meeting his brother’s gaze.

“So what if it was?”

“I want to know.”

“Alright, then yes.” Dante muffled a grown into the bedding. “Happy now? Yes , I’ve never had sex before today. Yes , you’re the only person I’ve ever had sex with. Possessive asshole.”

“Only over that which belongs to me.” Vergil said it almost absentmindedly, as if the idea that Dante belonged to him was a given. “What about in my office?”

“What about it?”

“Was that the first time you ever blew someone? Was that the first time you’ve ever touched someone like that?”

Lord, Dante was regretting bringing any of this up. He wished he had just shrugged at Vergil’s question instead of doing the stupid thing and answering honestly.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, but it matters a great deal to me.” Dante felt hot lips press against the curve of his neck, Vergil’s breath tickling his hair.

“God, you’re enjoying this aren’t you? Fucking creep.”

“Was it then?”

“Yes!” Dante finally gave in. “God, it’s like talking to a 5 year old. Yes, you’re the only person I’ve done any of this shit with. Happy now.”

Vergil hummed against Dante’s neck, sounding very pleased with himself. “You were surprisingly good at blowing me. I wouldn’t have thought it was your first. Why?”

“Yeah, well, porn is a thing okay? Also, it’s not like I don’t have one, I can guess what might feel good.”

“Not that,” Vergil dismissed. “Why was it your first?”

Dante shrugged, shoulder bumping Vergil’s face where it was still pressed against him. “Because I’d never done it before, obviously. Now can we drop it?”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck,” Dante finally turned back, glaring daggers at his brother. “I don’t know. I just never wanted to, I guess. The comfort or attraction or whatever was never fully there. Sure I made out with people at parties and stuff, I just never found anyone that I… It doesn’t matter.”

“And yet you begged me to fuck you,” Vergil looked as smug and pleased with himself as he had sounded.

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“It’s not like I exactly had a choice, okay?”

“You always have a choice.”

Dante’s jaw clenched. He was getting sick of this.

“I could just run away, you know.”

“Do you truly wish to never see me again?”

Sighing, Dante let his head roll back so he was looking forward. 

“You’re not playing fair. None of this is fair.”

“No, it’s not,” Vergil agreed easily, “but the question stands. Do you want me out of your life?”

Dante was quiet. The right thing to do was to say yes of course. He should shove Vergil away in disgust, scream until their parents came running, and force Vergil to admit to what he had done. He should never want to see him again. He should be happy at the thought of getting away from this person, so obviously wanting to imprison him.

He didn’t want that though. Vergil was a part of him and always had been. For better or for worse, he didn’t know what his life would be like without his brother. 

“Tell me to leave and I will, Dante.”

“No,” Dante whispered, “I don’t want you to go.”

“Then I will stay by your side.” Vergil used the hand not holding himself up to tilt Dante’s face toward him so that they could look into each other’s eyes. “I will never leave you and you will never leave me. You will be here forever.”

Their first kiss, after so much had already happened between them, tasted like the salt from the tears Dante had cried. It was full of deceptive sweetness that only made Dante want to cry fresh tears. A cruel promise was made with that kiss, Dante knowingly signing away his fate.

It was perfect for them.

“I hate you,” Dante whispered when they parted. Vergil just stroked his cheek, all tender affection.

“Give it time. You can get used to anything.” Vergil leaned down again, pressing another kiss to Dante’s forehead this time, just as he might a young child. “Don’t worry, you’ll grow to love me just as much as I do you.”

Vergil’s words were like a lead blanket, like a life sentence. Dante could picture it all too clearly. Even if Vergil hadn’t already, Dante had no doubt Vergil wouldn’t give up until Dante was knocked up. Dante could already feel the shame of having to tell their parents that he was pregnant, guilt built on top of it knowing that he wouldn’t be able to answer their questions regarding the father’s identity.

He thoroughly believed Vergil’s intention to step up as well, to move Dante into his home where he would never be able to leave again. Vergil would come out of all of it the hero willing to sacrifice his own freedom and life to help his poor single brother raise a child. Dante would always be the idiot who got knocked up without even being able to name the father while Vergil would come out of it looking like the martyr. 

The awful thing, the one that twisted his stomach, was not the horror of such a future though. No, it was the shame at that part of him that whispered that it wouldn’t be so bad. A small, terrible part of him, looked at that future and felt content. He would have his brother’s attention, something he had always craved. Vergil would never go off and get married, making someone else the center of his world. Vergil would forever be tied to him, as Dante would be tied to his older brother.

It was terrible, and yet Dante couldn’t deny that a small sick part of him wanted it more than anything. It indulged all the hidden, horrible desires that he did his best to stamp down. Perhaps before now, Dante had never thought that any of this could have been a possibility, but if it meant his brother never leaving him, Dante could give in to these newly awakened, depraved desires. 

Vergil seemed so sure when he said those words, so positive that Dante would eventually fall in love with him. Dante wasn’t sure he wasn’t partly there already. 

As Vergil’s arms tightened around his middle in an almost vice like grip, all Dante could think was that he really was such a fool.