I cling to my brother as we both stumble out of the portal and into the near-pitch black darkness of a large, enclosed space. The air is stale here, but it's far better than the dumpster fire stench of the Underworld meaning that we must be back in the Human Realm. I peer around at the room we're in for a moment, my eyes adjusting enough to make out that it's a ballroom, then return my attention to Vergil. He's scowling as he does his own check on our surroundings, and for some reason he looks like he did when we had crossed swords at Temen-ni-gru. I don't want to think about that right now though and press up against my brother more firmly, my mouth going to his jawline.

Vergil gives a very slight twitch as I nip at his jaw, and then the Yamato is just gone—willed away to wherever it is we keep our Devil Arms—so he can grasp me by my hips. I know I shouldn't tease him, not after what had just happened only minutes ago, but I want to push him past the edge. He's shown that he can be aggressive with just a taste of my blood, and oh how I want more of that. It makes up for the fact that he hasn't really done anything like this, excluding the one time he had apparently had sex and ended up fathering Nero.

Going from light nips to soft, chaste kisses, I work my way up his jaw to his ear. His fingers tighten on me to the point that I would bruise if I were just a human as I take the lobe between my teeth and tug on it gently. My brother stiffens with a groan and I inwardly grin at having found one of his more sensitive spots. I tuck the information away for later use and let go of his earlobe to press my lips against the patch of skin just under his ear.

"Dante." My brother's voice is strained, and I know he's trying to hold back which isn't like him at all. Then again, he's also shown that he does have his own insecurities and fears, and I really don't want to think about how things would have gone if I hadn't caught up to him. Losing him again would have destroyed me, and I know it isn't because he's my brother. I really do want him, I always have. It's soul deep, this need to be with him, and nothing else has ever been able to soothe it.

"Yes, Verge?" I hum out against his neck then carefully scrape my teeth over the skin. He gives a low growl this time and lets go of a hip to grab me by my chin. I give him a grin as he forcefully tilts my face towards his and gauge just how close he is to losing control. The answer is very close and a shiver of excitement runs through me.

Vergil's mouth presses against my own in a kiss that I can only describe as hungry and I eagerly part my lips at the feel of his tongue against them. His blood fills my mouth again, the flavor of it almost what I imagine electricity to be, and I shamelessly moan as I swallow it. My knees give out as a bit of his power surges through me, and the only things keeping me upright are my arms around his neck and the hand he still has on my hip. Lust and desire pools in my groin and I need him in me as soon as possible.

There comes a loud crash from somewhere behind me and I want to ignore it because I feel like I'm going to go insane with this burning need, but the sooner we take care of this interruption the sooner we can fuck. My legs don't seem to agree with me, however, and buckle under me as soon as I try to pull away from my brother. He keeps me from falling flat on my ass, both arms wrapped tightly around my waist and pulling me to his chest.

Light spills into the ballroom from the double doors that had been thrown open, and I can just barely make out a person standing in the doorway. "Do not move from where you are, demons." The voice that calls out sounds vaguely familiar, but Vergil apparently recognizes it because he stiffens behind me. "You may yet escape with your lives if you can provide a satisfactory explanation as to why you are trespassing in my home."

The ballroom lights up and for several seconds I know we're both blinded by the sudden brightness, leaving us at the mercy of the demon. I hate that we're at such a disadvantage, but the demon doesn't attack us, which is rare for everything I've experienced. He must be serious about us explaining how we got here, and if he is then he might actually let us live.

"Sorry, wasn't aware that someone was home. We would've knocked but we didn't exactly use a door to get here." Vergil hisses at me through his teeth as I speak, but I ignore him and lean further back into his grasp so he has to take all of my weight. I give my eyes a quick rub, my sight finally adjusting to the lighting, then arch a brow as I take in the scowling face of a demon that looks a hell of a lot like our dear old dad. He is unimpressed and so am I. "Hey, Vergil, do you recall that bastard Mundus making a puppet that looked like dad?"

"That is no puppet, Dante." My brother's voice is oddly flat, his arms quivering around me slightly and I silently curse at myself for having brought up Mundus. Defeating the bastard once hadn't been enough, and if he does show his face again like he promised then I'm going to make sure that I kill him for what he did to Vergil. "That is our father."

Sparda's eyes narrow into a glare as he listens to us, demonic energy faintly crackling around him with his anger. "I do not know what game you are playing at, demons, but I am not your father and I am no puppet to Mundus. You have a lot of nerve breaking into my home using those forms and claiming the names of my sons." The demon is pissed and he takes a menacing step towards us as he brings out a sword that should be in my brother's possession right at this moment. Now would be a really good time for my legs to start working again.

"Interesting," my brother murmurs at the sight of what is clearly Yamato then shifts his grasp on me to pick me up and hold me like I'm some sort of damsel. He ignores the soft growl I give in protest and summons his own Yamato, the sword appearing in front of us and hovering in a field of Vergil's demonic energy. "It would seem that in our haste to leave the Underworld we have inadvertently ended up in the past. Implausible as it sounds it is the only explanation that fits."

Sparda falters at this, and I have to admit that I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that we're in the past. It sounds crazy, but crazy is our bread and butter so it's only normal for us. "You are truly…" Our dad doesn't seem to know what to say, and to be honest I don't have a clue either. What I do know is that I would very much like to get back to what we were doing before the old man barged in on us. Not to say that I have a one track mind, but my blood is still burning something fierce and my brother still smells of arousal, so I know he's thinking about it too.

"Hi. I'm Dante, that's Vergil, and we're your kids from the future. Now, if you don't mind, we were very close to fucking before you kicked the doors in." I shoot our old man a suggestive grin while Vergil gives a very good impression of someone choking. My brother's Yamato disappears and I almost worry that he's going to drop me on my ass but his hold on me tightens.

"Have a bit of tact, Dante!" My brother wheezes out sharply, low enough that the old man doesn't seem to hear.

"Relax, bro. Demons don't care if we're fucking each other." I purposefully keep my voice loud enough so that dad can hear me as well and look up at my brother with a smirk. There's a faint pink to his cheeks and he glowers at me.

"That is not-must you be so vulgar, little brother?" Ah. He's not bothered by dad knowing about us, but that I'm cursing in front of him. How…quaint. Is that the word? I could ask my brother, but that would give him the impression that I care about all that fancy prose. That's Vergil's arena, not mine, and I really only like the fancy prose when it's coming from him.

"While I certainly do not care about your decision to have relations with each other I am curious as to why the two of you were in the Underworld that I sealed off access to." Of course dad would want to know about that, and I can't help the irritated scowl that settles onto my face while I glare at him. Vergil, shockingly enough, gives a low growl that has the old man taking a step back in surprise. "Later, of course, once you've gotten cleaned up and have taken care of your needs. I take it that you know where the guest rooms are?"

"Yes." Vergil's voice is sharp enough that it almost puts Yamato's edge to shame, and my brother doesn't even wait for dad to respond before he just takes off. I don't really remember the layout of the manor, but Vergil navigates it with ease at speeds that should honestly give us whiplash because we end up in front of a door in record timing. He fumbles with the handle for a few seconds instead of setting me down, but manages to get the door open.

We're barely inside the room before I twist in Vergil's grasp and pull myself up with an arm looped around his neck to latch my mouth onto his. It's enough to stop him in his tracks, his irises flashing a demonic red as his last bit of control shreds completely, and he returns the kiss desperately. I very quickly find myself back on my traitorous feet and pressed against the doorframe as my brother starts pushing my coat off of my shoulders. My legs threaten to give out again as I'm forced to let go of Vergil, and I briefly wonder what in the hell is wrong with me because this is starting to become a problem.

My brother seems to be entirely unaware of my issue, then again he's still pressing me into the doorframe as he slides my coat off and occupying my mouth with his. There's no blood this time as his tongue pries past my lips and engages my own. I want more, no, I need more, so I quickly bite into the side of my tongue, but his tongue gets caught as well and oh god…oh fuck. The taste is like a punch to the gut yet so indescribably good that it makes me almost swoon. I can't even imagine what it's doing to Vergil if it's doing this to me. The answer to that comes quickly enough.

His demonic energy crackles around him as if he's Triggering, only he doesn't, and I know I hear the distinct sound of cloth shredding, cool air alighting on my chest as it's exposed, but I'm too busy having my mouth devoured to even try and see what Vergil's done to my shirt. The touch of his fingertips on my skin is electric, extraordinarily gentle caresses with the slightest feel of something sharp and deadly that drags over my flesh in a feather-light sensation. My brother has fucking claws and I don't immediately think of how much it would hurt for him to prepare me. I'm thinking of how goddamned sexy it is and I'm salivating at the thought of him digging them into my hips. We just need to get to that point.

I break off the kiss and press my hands against his chest—not to push Vergil away—but to slide them under his coat and start taking it off of him. My brother growls at me and then just like that all of his clothes, even his boots and gloves, vanish. That is just unfair, but then why can't I just…magic my clothes off too? I'm not sure how he did it because simply wanting them gone just doesn't work, and I'm at risk of losing my jeans to Vergil's claws. The shirt I can live without, but I'll be damned if I lose my jeans when I have nothing else to wear if they get destroyed.

I bat his hands away as they reach for my jeans, receiving another growl while his energy crackles over my skin. Baring my teeth at my brother I snarl in return and quickly undo the buckle of my belt and the button of my jeans before he can reach for them again. I have to toe off my boots to get the jeans off, all while trying to keep my damned balance as my legs are still working against me, and Vergil gives a much deeper growl, his lips curling back to reveal his teeth. Well fuck, he's definitely not happy at being denied access to me, so I don't even try to take my gloves off.

I'm not sure what comes over me, but I give a soft, wavering croon and cautiously reach for him. He's watching me carefully with those bright red demonic eyes, and for a brief second there's a sliver of icy blue ringing his pupils. I croon again, my fingers lightly brushing against his jaw and there's an obvious shift in his demeanor as he leans into my touch with a soft purr. It's all I need to wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself against him with a needy whimper.

My aching and swollen cock drags across the front of Vergil's right thigh then rubs up against his own erection with the press of our bodies, and the simple contact is both heady and maddening. My brother makes a noise that sounds absolutely inhuman, not quite a growl and not quite a moan, then proceeds to lift me up by the backs of my thighs. The slide of skin on skin as I wrap my legs around his waist, my weight settling against him, has me groaning deliriously and rocking against him for more friction. Vergil makes another noise, his hands tightening on my ass and stifling my ability to move, while his energy crackles fiercely around us with the threat of a full Trigger. I try not to imagine what it would be like, but I wonder and my blood sings at the thought of my brother taking me in his Trigger state.

In a blink I find myself sinking into incredible softness with Vergil's weight bearing down on me for the briefest of seconds and then he breaks free of my arms to pull away. I give a desperate whine and start to sit up, only for my brother to croon at me as he lifts me by my hips until only my shoulder blades are in contact with the bed and he's thrown my legs over his shoulders. Something warm and wet swipes over the crack of my ass and over my balls, and oh! Oh god! A ragged moan leaves me as he pulls my cheeks apart and runs his tongue firmly over the puckered hole there. It's so fucking filthy, so animal, and so very hot.

My body spasms uncontrollably and I try, I honestly try, to press into his tongue for more. I'm held in place by my hips, and I swear to god that my brother has enough sense of self that he gives an amused huff, the warm breath fanning over the wet that is his spit and it goes cold. A sharp, piercing whine leaves me as I strain in another attempt, my fingers digging and twisting into the coverlet until there comes a sound of ripping fabric, yet still Vergil denies me movement. He gives me another firm swipe of his tongue then probes into me just enough to turn me into a quivering, whining mess of burning, aching need.

I sob as he pulls away to lower my hips, my legs still thrown over his shoulders but now with the backs of my knees slotted over them perfectly, and he gives a soft croon to reassure me. His cock, hard and thick, presses into me slowly with only the faintest twinge of pain when there should be more, but I don't particularly care because he's finally in me. There's a sense of being whole as he fills me completely, hips perfectly flush against my ass, and I know he feels it too as he pauses and peers at me, another flicker of icy blue within bright demonic red.

"Move, Vergil!" The moment is lost with my throaty plea and I give a shallow roll of my hips, all that I can manage with my brother holding me in place, to goad him into action. He pulls out almost entirely, agonizingly slow, then snaps his hips to thrust into me blindingly fast and I'm nearly folded in on myself as Vergil leans over me. I arch into him with a ragged cry, sharp little pricks of pain twisting into the absolute pleasure that rockets through me as my brother's claws dig into the skin of my hips while he starts up a stilted pace.

Vergil gives a breathy growl with each thrust into me while I moan feebly and try to meet him only for our position to keep me from doing so. My frustration starting to build, I reach up and grasp my brother by the back of his head to pull him more down towards me while also lifting myself up enough that we can kiss. It's awkward as hell, but I use it to my advantage to bite into the side of my tongue and swipe my blood across his lips. He goes still at the taste, fully pressed into me, and then with a primal roar he Triggers.

My vision goes white as his demonic energy bathes me inside and out, and orgasm sweeps through me like a current of electricity, my semen painting my stomach and chin. I'm significantly fuller now, nearly to the point of pain, and keenly aware of how absolutely still Vergil is save for the minute quivering of his muscles. Blood singing in my veins for more, more, more, I give a stifled jerk of my hips and mewl into his mouth.

Vergil snaps out of his stillness with a growl, his claws digging further into my hips as he starts up a much more brutal pace. It feels like he's going to snap me in two as he fucks me down into the bedding with his full strength, dragging sharp whimpers and piercing moans out of me that he swallows up greedily. Spots dance in my vision as my brother's cock scrapes against a particular point inside of me, stealing my breath away and setting my nerves ablaze with pleasure I've never felt before now. It's enough to get me hard all over again, agonizingly so, and I squirm to try and find the perfect angle.

I have no leverage to move like this, and I don't have the strength to overpower his Sin Trigger without going into my own. Even that is a gamble with how completely pinned I am, but I have to do something. Letting go of my brother and dropping fully back onto the bedding, a different opportunity comes with my legs slipping off of his shoulders. He leans up slightly, just enough for me to dislodge my legs completely and twist where I lay. A deep growl sounds at the upset I have caused in his rhythm, but I ignore and continue to twist further in the grasp he has on my hips, forcing him to pull out completely.

The blood from where his claws are buried is all I need to loosen his hold, as much as it hurts having them tear through my skin, and flip over. I scramble onto my hands and knees, presenting Vergil with my ass, and croon at him over my shoulder. He's already surging up onto his knees, not needing any extra incentive to continue, hands returning to my abused hips. I hiss softly as he enters me again, this time none-too-gently, and arch my back as I adjust to the new position. It's already so much better, his thrusts going deeper than before, and oh!

My arms give out, face pressing into the ruined coverlet as he hits that sweet spot dead on, and I moan like a whore. It takes some effort to turn my head enough so that I don't suffocate, but I eagerly press back to meet his thrusts, fingers digging into the bedding once more. There must be something in the way I reacted because he hits that spot again and again, pulling sharp and ragged moans from me with ease. It quickly becomes too much, and everything in me locks up tight as I come again with a hoarse cry. More of Vergil's demonic energy crashes through me, my brother having gone still once more with his cock fully buried in me. I'm acutely aware of the wet warmth of my brother's seed as it pulses into me and a delighted shudder runs through me at the sheer intimacy of the act.

We stay like this for maybe a minute before Vergil finally pulls out and I can sense his shift back to his human form. I gracelessly fall onto my side, trying to miss the mess of blood and semen, as bone-deep weariness settles over me. My brother makes a soft noise in his throat, a little hitch of breath, and then his hands are tracing over me. "Mmm… No more, Verge, I'm tired." My voice slurs just a little, I'm so worn out that I can't even move to get cleaned up.

"What have I done to you, Dante?" There's panic in Vergil's voice, his scent twisting with guilt and shame, as his touch lingers on my hips. "I hurt you."

"Hey now, I wanted this, Vergil, every fucking second of it, and I'd do it all again because I loved it." There's no fight in my voice, I simply don't have the energy because all I want now is to curl up with my brother—mate, a deeper part of me croons—and go to sleep. "If you have enough energy to fuss over me then the least you could do is get the both of us cleaned up, 'cause I can't move." I expect him to maybe argue with me some more, for us to go in circles on this, but Vergil gives a soft sigh, smelling of reluctant acceptance, and the mattress shifts as he gets up.

Tired as I am, I listen intently as he pads away to the bathroom only to return a moment later. The mattress dips by me with Vergil's weight and a damp warmth soothingly traces over my exposed hip. My brother is exceedingly gentle as he wipes away the evidence of our—hm, what's a better word?—frenzied mating, taking extra care as he goes over my ass. I can't help the low moan I give nor the way my body subtly shifts to eagerly press into the touch of the cloth as he cleans my entrance. I can't possibly want more sex, yet here I am like some damned slut needing a fix.

"I thought you were tired, little brother." Vergil's voice is like a silken caress, low pitched and with a note of something I'm too tired to place. Only I'm not really tired anymore, strength suffusing my limbs as my blood starts singing again. "That you can't move." His voice dips lower, almost a purr, and I whimper as my cock stirs once more. "We are half-demons, so you should know that it would take more than a single fuck for us to be satisfied, baby brother." A word so crude and dirty should not sound polished and elegant, yet Vergil somehow manages it; and then there's the fact that he's taking words so innocent and wholesome and making them sound absolutely filthy. It's a goddamn gift and I'm almost jealous.

He pulls the cloth away and I take that as my cue to roll over onto my back, my gaze automatically seeking his form. There's tenderness in his eyes, hidden underneath the amusement and desire, and though I know he'll probably never say the words I can see them written quite clearly in his expression. My heart swells with the knowledge and I break out into a grin that gets me a faint smile in return from my brother. "No sense in cleaning up if we're just gonna get dirtier."