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The Earth was out of focus as Dante awoke. They groaned as they groggily tried to look around before freezing suddenly. They could barely make out vague shapes and colors, but the red, piercing gaze hovering over them was unmistakable. They felt their blood freeze in their veins, and they half wanted to pretend they were still out cold, but their movements had already caught his attention. As their vision began to focus, and Dante got a good look at the man next to them, they sent out a silent curse to whatever God may be watching over them.
While the man sitting on the edge of the bed Dante had woken up on was indeed Vergilius, it was not the Vergilius that Dante was familiar with. For one, this Vergilius seemed leagues younger. His cheeks weren’t nearly as hollow as Dante remembered them being, and most apparent was the clear lack of the scar that was typically etched across his face. It was bizarre and off-putting if Dante were to be honest. They were officially done with weird Mirror Worlds. They couldn’t go through this again. That horse-eared Vergilius still appeared in the nightmares.
“Executive Manager…” Vergilius said quietly, as if not to spook them. His voice was a tinge softer, not as raspy. “You’ve finally awakened. Thank God.”
There was an almost grateful expression on his face. It was so bizarre that Dante hadn’t even realized they had been staring till Vergilius cocked his brow, clearly looking for some kind of answer out of Dante. They patted their sides, trying to find their PDA, and then looked around the room for their coat when they couldn’t find it.
“What are you looking for?”
Dante tried their best to mine out ‘PDA’, ‘can’t talk’, and ‘what the hell is going on’, but based on the increasingly concerned look on Vergilius’ face, he was understanding none of it. They slumped back in defeat.
“Did you manage to lose your voice? Can you even lose your voice?” Vergilius asked, tenderly pressing against the sides of Dante’s neck to gauge any external swelling or bruising. The sudden physical contact made Dante flinch back, making Vergilius snatch his hand back with a somber expression. Dante couldn’t help but feel guilty despite what they felt was a pretty understandable reaction to a Color Fixer having their hand anywhere near your throat.
Exasperated, Dante finally spoke. < Can you even understand me? >
“... Why would I not be able to understand you, Dante?”
Stunned, Dante stared at Vergilius stupidly, then laughed awkwardly in an attempt to play it off. < Yeah, haha… Why wouldn’t you be able to understand me? >
“Dante, did you injure your head or something-”
“Judging by the ruckus, they're awake. About time.”
Dante turned to the door so fast that they nearly gave themselves whiplash. Vergilius, this one almost a copy of the Vergilius from Dante’s world, older and more scarred, was standing imposingly at the door. He raised a brow, meeting Dante’s gaze with his own sharp one.
< There are two of you?! >
“Do they have a concussion? I don’t recall them being hit in the head…”
The older Vergilius took a seat on the bed next to them with a heavy sigh. He pressed the back of his hand against their neck, Dante too dumbfounded to flinch away this time. “You don’t seem to have a fever.”
< What is happening? >
“You passed out again. Seriously, you need to take better care of yourself, Dante,” The older chided. “It worries me.”
Dante felt like their head was going to explode. This was somehow so much worse than any other strange Mirror World hopping that Dante had the misfortune of doing. One Vergilius was enough to stress Dante out, having two just seemed cruel. Never mind how touchy-feely they were being. The Vergilius in Dante’s world seemed to loathe any sort of physical contact.
< Ver… Vergilius? >
“Yes?” The older one hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”
< And…? > Dante asked, ignoring Vergilius’ question and turning to the younger man. Now that both were in the same room, the differences were clear. Vergil seemed to maybe be in his late 20s, and look much less hardened by the world. Dante wasn’t sure how there could be two of them in a single Mirror World, nor did they particularly want to find out. That headache was for someone else, not them.
He frowned. “Vergil. I thought you didn’t have favorites, Dante.”
Vergilius shot Vergil a look. “Are you still on this nonsense? I really don’t remember ever being so childish.”
Vergil didn’t respond, sitting on the opposite side of Dante. He put a hand on their neck, his touch ghosting over Vergilius’. His touch was warmer, and he feathered his fingers over the area where metal met flesh. Dante made a chiming sound in surprise, much to their embarrassment. Vergil looked pleased, at least.
“Lie back, Dante,” Vergilius said, moving Vergil’s hand out of the way in order to push Dante down against the mattress gently. “We still need to check the rest of your body for injury. We need to remove your clothes, if that’s alright.”
Dante just nodded, not knowing what else to say. They suddenly felt like a pervert, having Vergilius, but also not their Vergilius, strip them of their clothes. Dante typically prided themselves in their professionalism, but watching Vergilius carefully slide their button-up off their shoulders was doing something to them. They looked away, trying to put it out of their mind, when they felt cold hands suddenly running over their skin, poking and prodding. A shiver went down their spine as they glanced back, catching two sets of blazing red eyes raking over their mostly nude body.
“You don’t look injured,” Vergil said, running his hand over their side, purposefully letting his touch linger a second too long. His hands were softer than Vergilius’ and less scarred. “Do you feel any pain anywhere?”
< No. I feel fine. >
Vergilius’ fingertips feathered over their chest. “Are you certain, Dante?”
< Yeah, I promise- >
Dante was cut off as Vergilius brushed over their nipple, making Dante chime in surprise. It was a different chime than usual, high-pitched and scratchy, and Dante felt their fire flare with embarrassment. A teasing smirk grew on Vergilius’ face as Dante tried to swat his hand away, instead flinching when Vergil hooked a finger under the waistband of Dante’s underwear.
“You’re quite sensitive, Dante,” Vergil hummed as Vergilius pinched their nipple, making them squirm. The arousal they had been trying to keep at bay earlier was now threatening to drown them. Dante tried to push their legs together, a futile attempt to hide the fact that their dick was starting to harden.
Not only was it futile, but it was also foolish to hope that Dante could hide any movement from not just one, but two color fixers. Vergil smirked at them, running his hand down to palm their erection. Dante tensed, but that only egged Vergil on, squeezing harder.
“Someone enjoyed our little medical examination,” Vergilius said. He managed to sound both unimpressed and entertained at the same time.
< It’s a natural response! > Dante tried to defend themselves, but it was clear that it was falling on deaf ears.
Any common sense that Dante had was quickly slipping from them as Vergil licked a stripe down the length of their confined dick. It was almost ticklish, the way that Vergil lapped at their halfie through their underwear, but based on the way their tip was leaving a wet spot on the fabric, it was effective. Vergil pressed his tongue against it, tasting them as his saliva soaked their underwear.
Vergilius, seemingly bored at the fact that he was being neglected, leaned down to nip at Dante’s nipple. Dante grabbed at his head, making Vergilius look up at them.
“Let us know if we’re going too fast,” Vergilius said, his sweet tone a complete contrast with the hunger in his eyes.
Dante couldn’t form any comprehensible sentences even if they wanted to. They couldn’t describe how they felt, how this foreign, perverse feeling was driving them crazy. So they just nodded, letting Vergil pull down their underwear while Vergilius left kisses on their collarbone.
Embarrassment flooded through them as Dante realized just how much they were leaking. Now freed, precum was already starting to dribble down the underside of their dick. Precum that Vergil happily licked up before wrapping his lips around Dante and blanketing them with the hot, wet sensation of his mouth. Dante bucked up on instinct, making Vergil gag as they hit the back of his throat.
“Don’t forget about me, Dante,” Vergilius hummed, climbing onto them to straddle their chest. He was careful not to put too much weight on them. “I’m feeling a little neglected.”
With Vergilius’ crotch directly in their face, Dante had a clear view of his dick straining against his slacks. He smiled contently as Dante unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. It was heavy against Dante’s hands, and they couldn’t help but stare at it before starting to slowly jerk him off, looking up to see him staring at them hazily. Figuring they were doing a good job, Dante quickened their pace, catching the precum that bubbled out of his tip to slick up their fist.
Vergil pushed Dante’s dick all the way down his throat, gagging as Dante twitched. He bobbed his head furiously, sloppy wet noises escaping his mouth. Saliva dripped down from where Vergil was making a mess around their dick to their hole, making Vergil push a teasing finger against it. Getting no complaints, he pushed it in with ease, the strange feeling making Dante wriggle their hips in discomfort.
“Focus up here,” Vergilius said, noticing Dante’s unease. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Dante wrapped their other hand around Vergilius, flicking their wrist in a way that made him hiss. He covered their hands with his own before starting to thrust, pushing his dick through their hold and nearly hitting them in the face with it with the force of his hips. Breathy moans started to fall from his lips, making Dante feel dizzy.
“There we go,” Vergilius groaned as Vergil pressed a second finger into them. They barely registered the stretch, distracted by the dick in their hands and the throat snug around them.
More precum dribbled out of Vergilius, dripping against Dante’s face at the strength of Vergilius’ thrusts. His dick was almost appetising as it pushed through their fist, and Dante felt disappointment that they couldn’t taste it. The disappointment didn’t last long as they felt Vergilius’ grip on their hands tighten as he came, painting Dante’s face with come. He threw his head back, catching his breath as his fist ran lazily up and down his shaft, tugging the last of his come out. It shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, being showered in sperm by Vergilius, but Dante couldn’t stop the pull in the pit of their stomach. They made a warbling noise before they tried to reach around Vergilius to pull Vergil off.
< I think I’m going to come- Get off- >
Vergil moaned around them, his throat vibrating around Dante’s dick as he curled his fingers up, pushing against their prostate. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Dante couldn’t help but thrust up, squashing Vergil’s nose against their stomach as they shot down his throat.
< Wait, don’t swallow that! > Dante tried again in vain to pull Vergil off, but Vergilius pushed them back down, making them writhe as they felt Vergil milk them with his mouth. A third finger was pushed into them as Vergil nursed on their cock, only pulling off with a ‘pop’ as Dante started to twitch with overstimulation.
They were given little time to recover from their orgasm before Vergilius was maneuvering them onto his chest. Only when they felt something push against their ass did they shake off their haze. They found themselves on top of Vergilius, straddling him, as Vergil stood behind them, pushing his dick between Dante’s ass.
“Sorry, it seems he’s impatient. Oh, to be young again,” Vergilius sighed, hands running up and down Dante’s sides. “Tell me if you need more time to rest.”
Whatever lewd hunger that had been hiding in Dante had been unleashed. They pushed back against Vergil, feeling the heat of his dick against them.
< No, I want it now. >
“Insatiable, are we?”
Dante wasn’t given a chance to respond. A whining ring was ripped from them as Vergil pushed in, hissing as Dante tightened at the intrusion. It was uncomfortable and on the edge of painful, but Dante wasn’t going to call it quits now. Their chest heaved as they tried to steady themselves as Vergil buried himself fully, a loud moan falling from his lips.
Vergilius whispered words of encouragement as he hugged them tighter against his body, pressing kisses against their neck as Vergil started to move. He thrusted shallowly, watching as Dante shuddered each time Vergil fully sheathed himself. He held their hips up as he angled in his own, trying to aim for their prostate. Vergil knew he hit it when Dante suddenly rang out, tightening around him in a deathly vice.
That’s all it took for the discomfort to pass. As soon as Vergil hit that spot inside of Dante, they only longed for more. They felt like a glutton, but at the moment, they didn’t have the headspace to worry about it. They pushed back against Vergil as Vergilius bit down on their neck, teeth sinking into their skin in a way that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. It wasn’t if they were a masochist or anything, Dante actually felt indifferent about pain at this point, but the thought of Vergilius devouring them made them leak.
“You’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you, Dante?” Vergil said through throaty moans. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so hungry for this.”
Right. This wasn’t Dante’s world, and these weren’t Dante’s Guides. Guilt suddenly rushed through them. Dante wasn’t their Dante. They felt like they were taking advantage of the two men, but it wasn’t as if they could explain themselves in a way that wouldn’t make them question Dante’s sanity. Dante might as well enjoy themselves, right?
The pleasure was different with that mindset. It was almost bittersweet. Thoughts of their Vergilius started to wander into their head. Would their Vergilius ever want them the way that these two did? And with the same hunger? Every lap of Vergilius’ tongue, or thrust of Vergil’s hips, made them think of their own Guide. They had never done anything like this with their Vergilius, but Dante would be a liar if they said that the thought had never crossed their mind. If this were the reality in this Mirror World, then maybe, just maybe, it could be a reality in their own.
“We must not be doing well if you have time to get distracted in your head,” Vergilius said. “Are you thinking about your Mirror Dungeon runs again? We talked about this.”
< What? No- >
“That’s a little hurtful, Dante,” Vergil said, picking up the pace.
His thrusts were almost animalistic now, as if Dante thinking about anything else was a challenge to him personally. Dante grabbed at Vergilious’ shoulders, whimpering chimes fucked out of them as a furious pace. There was no use in thinking of what couldn’t be, especially not with Vergil hammering into them like so, so Dante let go.
They tried to grind down against Vergilius, but Vergil’s hold on their hips prevented them from doing anything but humping the air. They were on the verge of begging when they felt a hand wrap around their dick.
“Can’t do anything by yourself, can you?” Vergil asked with a smug look on his face as he started to jerk them off in time with his thrusts.
< You weren’t letting- Wait, too fast- >
Dante couldn’t form a coherent sentence at this point. Blinding pleasure from their front and back made every nerve in their body feel like it was on fire. They tried to buck their hips into Vergil’s grasp, but Vergilius had replaced Vergil’s grip on their hips with his own, keeping them where they were.
“Come on, Dante,” Vergilius whispered. “Almost there.”
His breath tickled the sensitive skin on the side of their neck, making Dante shudder. There was no warning as they came, just an uncontrollable tugging feeling in their stomach as come splattered against Vergilius’ stomach. They gasped, tightening around Vergil and making him hiss. All it took was a few more forceful thrusts for Vergil to push his hips roughly against Dante, spilling as deep in their stomach as he could.
“Tired already?” Vergilius asked as he left calming kisses against their neck. He paused so Vergil could pull out, making Dante clench around the sudden emptiness.
< No. You still need to come. >
They were right. Vergilius’ dick was standing at full attention, swollen and hard to the extent that it was painful. “I can handle this myself-”
Vergilius was cut off as a moan was forced out of him as Dante pushed his dick inside of themselves. They straddled his hips tightly, slowly sinking all the way down till they had taken in Vergilius completely. Their body trembled with the exertion, but Dante didn’t care. Putting their hands on his chest to hold themselves up, they started to bounce themselves on Vergilius’ dick, ignoring exhaustion begging their body to stop. His hands found their way to their hips, but Vergilius didn’t stop them, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes glowed dangerously.
< Is it- Is it good? >
“Too good, Dante,” Vergilius managed out. His head fell back as Dante ground their ass down on him.
Dante couldn’t help but swell at the praise. They dropped their hips faster, trying to find a pace that was more enjoyable for him. His grip on their hips tightened before going up to trace up their body. Once again, they found their way to their nipples, flicking them and groaning as Dante clamped down. Vergilius pulled them close, starting to thrust as he bit the bud of their nipple.
Vergilius’ fucked Dante with the thirst of a dying man. His hands held them close, mouth never leaving their skin. If Dante stopped thinking, it was almost as if it was their Vergilius holding them close. It was a depressing thought, having something just in their grasps but always too far away. They buried their head into Vergilius' neck, trying to take in everything while they could.
“Dante, can I…?”
Vergil’s question trailed off as rubbed his dick against their ass. They froze for a second (could they really take them both?), before nodding. If anything, this was just a cruel joke of a dream. This might suck for this Mirror World’s Dante tomorrow, but Dante was going to be selfish while they could.
The stretch was almost unbearable. It felt as if the air had been pushed out of their lungs. To Vergil’s defense, he was trying to be gentle, but it was clear he had been aroused for far too long to be thinking a hundred percent clearly. His hips fidgeted as he forced himself not to fuck into Dante like an animal in heat. Dante quivered as he finally bottomed out, making Vergil let out a pained sound. They could feel both dicks prodding at their insides, and it was almost too much to handle.
Praises left Vergilius’ mouth as they began to adjust. Vergil and Vergilius began to move, grinding against each other inside of Dante. With both dicks forcing their insides to accommodate for them, each thrust dragged against their prostate. Blinding pleasure took over, and the only thing keeping Dante tethered to this world was Vergilius’ low, raspy voice. It surrounded them, blanketing them, and Dante never wanted Vergilius to stop talking.
“I’m close, Dante,” He whispered, fingers leaving imprints against their hips.
Teeth were on the nape of their neck and their collarbones, scratching against their skin as both Guides chased their orgasm. Dante’s own was blooming deep in their stomach, threatening to spill. They were so close it was painful. They tried to grind against Vergilius, but they were completely sandwiched between the two men. They covered Dante’s everything. The faint metallic scent that always clung to Vergilius filled Dante’s senses. Everything smelled like him, everything sounded like his voice, Dante was surrounded utterly by him.
Dante didn’t know who came first. All they knew was that they felt teeth sink into their flesh before they were flooded. It was arousing, the feeling of Vergilius filling them to the brim with his seed. Come dribbled from their dick as Dante fell limp with exhaustion. They barely registered both men pulling out, leaving them leaking, before their vision once again went dark.
“-ante!”
< Huh? >
Dante woke with a start, almost flailing off the seats they were lying on. They looked around, relief rushing through every vein of their body as they saw they were in the bus again. They couldn’t shake the small feeling of regret, but they did their best to push it down.
“Manager Esquire!” Don Quixote cried out, actual tears in her eyes. “Blesseth the skies above that-”
“Pipe down,” Heathcliff snapped, pulling her back before she could fling herself at Dante. “This is your fault to begin with.”
“P-Pray tell what you mean.”
< What happened? > Every bone in Dante’s body felt sore.
“A mistake seemed to have been made during the exploration of a Dungeon. I’ll let you decide whether it was your fault or the fault of the Sinners.”
Dante flinched at the voice, turning slowly to Vergilius, who had been sitting right beside them. How could they have missed him? Had they been sleeping on his-?
Dante suddenly jumped to their feet, almost losing their footing and falling into Vergilius’ lap. He steadied them, the look on his face unreadable as he raised a brow.
“Are you alright, Dante?”
Dante nodded quickly, trying to step back, but Vergilius moved closer.
“If you’re fine, then please start your Mirror Dungeon report,” He suddenly leaned in close, so close that Dante could smell the faintest scent of metal. He glanced down. “And I would recommend excusing yourself for a second to take care of your… problem.”
Dante rang in alarm, sitting back down and hugging their coat close to them. Vergilius smirked, patting them on the shoulder as he stepped around them. He cast them one more unreadable look, stepping through Backdoor, but not before opening his mouth to say:
“My office is always open if you are in need of assistance, Dante.”