Recrudescence

by Vergil's Inferno

The fourth and topmost floor of the Crescent-Onyx hotel is reserved for the more adventurous; being an obscure establishment itself, one of its employees finds himself in a sticky situation catering to two devilishly sexy twins: with the etiquette bent beyond recognition, what may befall him? Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; only their actions, reactions, and dialogue.

4. The unmistakable longing

Vergil set his glass aside and cheekily dipped under the surface of the water, breaking through and smoothing his hair backward, standing in the centre for what could be described as the only thing you didn't need to see while being sexed by his twin brother; Dante held onto Nero as his eyes took the image in, moving any wandering strands of his hair that obscured the magnificent view within reaching distance: he stared at the meandering droplets of water as gravity forced them over the bumpy, taut, unsafe planes of his conditioned chest, pinching a flash of the reflected light from above over the silhouette of his mammoth shoulders and slim waist; beads of wet hung from his fingertips rejoicing the treacherous journey on his strong, veiny arms as innumerable globules of water still pounded from his soaked hair, most of them evaporating at the febricity of his skin; what he probably enjoyed most was the excuse to all of this, the quivering calm before the storm, the twins working together at making the night beyond the bounds of insufferable for the human who wore boots three sizes too big for his own good. The water level rose to the insatiable level of 'too low for public' and 'too high for bedroom antics' with very little breathing space to diminish the difference; as he walked toward the two, the water broke to reveal more of his stunning physique in tiny glimpses Nero could piece together and create an impressive whole that left his mouth shrivelled and dry. The smaller the space became, the more defined he appeared, a never-ending mirage of accents to keep his eyes occupied for the short walk; last but not least, he trailed a faint stripe of short white hairs as it disappeared when he floated to his knees in front of Nero, ripping both pairs of legs wide to squeeze closer to appease his panting mouth on Dante. The boy angled his head to watch the two alphas battle through their own war, beginning in a bout of luminescent pecks altering to hauntingly deep strokes, tipping the scales of dominance one way and then the other to leave them both less dignified and more lascivious than they were a few seconds prior, brawling until the other half of their two-way streak held up their metaphorical white flag in defeat of over stimulation. Dante moaned quietly into his brother's mouth, sending the signal straight down below to where Nero bared the brunt of it, giving Vergil the growl that would have escaped his brother did his pride not get in the way, hearing his pleasure second-hand and making it a little bit better to his psyche. He kept his sibling's gaze as he stretched over him, pulling his silver mane over the edge of the tub to plead submission; silent as a mouse with a single flaw of the man he pierced on his lap doing the hard, throaty work for him through clenched teeth and breathless whining at the swelling chunk of hard meat pushed deep inside him. The poor boy had to lean forward at one stage, the swollen member proving too much to handle as it pulsated along his walls, puffing unforgivingly with every deep kiss that Dante had to hold him by the forearms and pull him back to keep him in place. The younger brother then wrapped his arms around the wailing mess and drove him into his chest, the back of Nero's head hitting his ribcage as the hybrid sank lower along the ceramic ledge, allowing an easier peak for his brother and a harder experience for the heaving chaos that quite literally lifted his legs off the floor to alleviate the pressure inside of him. Vergil did his part in sating the poor man, soothing the skin on his calves and putting their objective on hold. For now. "I'm thirsty."

He moved a notch to comfort Nero, wetting his hands and raking through the top of his head before doing something completely out of character, kissing the top of his head in fear that his heartbeat was indeed too fast for him to handle. "Then drink something."

Dante was sitting like a king on a damn throne, more than pleased with himself at seemingly doing nothing and delivering on his earlier promise to his twin. He did what he could and surely Nero would be putty in his hands. "I can't move," he said, elevating a cocky eyebrow and gesturing to the clear reason on his lap. "Kinda in a sticky situation."

Vergil took advantage of the strain on his arms, grabbing a strawberry and sliding to his level, holding the fruit by his tongue in front of his heated lips. "You want me to move?"

Dante caught his brother's eye as the strawberry disappeared into Nero's mouth; he helped himself to the tip of Vergil's tongue too, sucking on its natural sweetness because reasons as he shook his head. "No."

"Good, coz I wasn't planning to." Beside the low energy factor, his body wouldn't let him. "Fucking asshole."

He could feel the aura of a smile behind him. "Yes, that explains my situation exactly."

Nero hated that he was on his a-game given his compromising and lazy position. "There are worse things I could call you."

The twin in front of the boy reached for his full glass and took a sip without taking his eyes off his brother; Vergil filled his mouth with the sparkling drink and stood, holding Dante's jaw in position to administer his want like the good older sibling he was. Nero telepathically thanked him for finally shutting him up, deftly ending the gloating façade to remind him of who was actually in charge, working their mouths together to not spill a drop of the pricey alcohol while he watched from his front row seat, moistening his lips at the realisation that he too was thirsty as fuck. Dante was quickly put in his place, groping a small fruit to elongate the tense silence upon the improvised drinking game his brother made up on the spot. "Would you like some?" Nero's eyes followed him as the glass tipped a bigger mouthful than Dante's; the employee licked at his own lips unable to contain his joy for the contact after being denied for so long; Vergil had a nonpareil, silken stare, weakening your body into acquiescence as deft preparation for what was to follow – if his frozen gaze was enough for your body to switch to autopilot, one need not imagine what his mouth could do. Nero had learned this the hard way, speaking from experience on both these occasions and claiming it was every bit as good as you could visualize it to be. Without hesitation and his cheeks puffed with peachy fizz, the soft hand on his jaw guided him to receive his drink, splashing bit by bit into his mouth to prevent any liquid to drift down the wrong pipe; soon enough the liquor flowed freely down his throat, the crisp tinge gnawing his taste buds ever aware that Vergil's gaping mouth was still on long after every last drop was transferred and swallowed. The boy opened his eyes and there it was again, that galaxy in a swirling blue ocean of lust and enigma that always took him far far away from reality, readying a burning kiss that would traverse dimensions above human transcendence that put him at a disadvantage in being in the demon's territory and leaving him open to discretions beyond human understanding. But he'd suffer through, feeling the twin's tongue move patiently into his mouth permitting room for rejection yet doing it gently to nullify the option altogether. The unbridled force of the deepening kiss pushed him hard into Dante's chest and compressed a sweet-smelling sound from his lungs as Vergil wrapped his numbing legs on his waist; the kiss became more fervid as more of his rationality chipped away from the indecent flicks of his tongue and sending them flying in broken shards across the solar system. Nero was cautiously reaching his peak of what he could bear when the man behind attained his own a second prior, expanding the already tight space to the boy's nerve's end and pushing Vergil away in courtesy of the exquisite, raspy groan hauled in half pain half pleasure with a mystifying look on his face. The unbearable pain quickly dissipated as Dante's member retained its shape under his intense arousal, jerking from an unsolicited orgasm climaxing from nowhere; his ribcage jolted forward with his breathing organ beating to his heart's tune reverberating through the boy's form and in a semi-blind panic. "Tell him to stop."

Nero's hands were on Vergil's chest, digging into his velvety flesh as his routine of timed, deep breaths weren't working. "Stop what?"

"I'm not doing anyth-"

"You're clenching; you need to stop." This was the second time.

The elder brother peeled the flattened palms from his torso and entangled their fingers hoping to relieve some of the stress he was experiencing. "My fault this time?"

It wasn't stopping, and Dante somehow thought that pushing in deeper was a way to solve it. "Ya think?"

Vergil was sneering up a storm. "You can thank me later." Nero's bowed head blew shuddering breaths against the water, showing his appreciation by using the vices as much as he needed to. "Dante, you need to be still for it a bit longer-"

But he was calming down, snarling into the air as the water around his brother's midsection hinted at tiny movements below. "No sweat, he's fine now."

"Fuck Dante, warn me next time," he growled, returning to his normal posture before they were obscenely interrupted; Vergil gave him full access to his limbs to scold the irresponsibility of his brother's actions only to be wrenched back in place, facing the sexy chaos with incredible, dilated pupils. "What are you doing?"

What did it look like he was doing? "Berating Dante-" He wasn't listening nor had he planned to, ceding a sloppy candied kiss on the lips; the twin basked in his taste, ensnaring his tongue between Nero's senses and deepening their predicament profoundly, leaving both their lips tingling on the borderline between passion and crazy.

"Your focus is on me now."

It sounded really good, staying in his line of sight and observing a hankering ache in its purest form. "But I need to-"

"No, you don't: once off thing, my mistake – I had no idea my body could do things." He forgot his position of power, squashed between the behemoths and only taunting one of them; turning around, he faced the twin post-convulsion and dripping sex out of his pores and licked at his prominent jawline for an aftertaste of his raw sensuality. "And that Dante was so easily swayed by a tiny muscle spasm."

The shamed male's eyes rolled back by their own will, hitting a sensitive spot neither of them knew existed. "Listen, I'm not claiming to be an expert, but I wouldn't say tiny. I'm buried inside you, sweety, and I'm sure I can drill further if I need to."

Goodness, he was so handsome up close. "Such a pity you can't work on the other dimension."

It was meant as another insult, jabbing at the impressive girth of his penis for the hell of prodding him the wrong way. "I can't, but we can-"

"If it's what you want." Nero's hard-headed intellectual reputation delayed by two notches as the oily cogs in his head missed its interlocking objective the first time he tried computing what they had said; the slow look of content that sheathed Vergil's features and the measured, paced action of Dante sucking the life out of his neck drove the point home; watching a smirk root itself and grow on his face was made worse by the hard cinch on his strands that wrenched his head in a half-hearted tilt to give the creature more room to feast on. The area below his belt twitched in spontaneous ecstasy, rerouting his blood as a unit straight to his pleasure centre and its affiliated nerve endings to make him more sensitive than he'd ever been; the younger twin moved to a more comfortable position – comfortable roughly translating to better angle for the oncoming penetration – keeping his eyes on the willing mortal who now added moaning to his wide range of things he outshone by any standard after being exposed to stimuli for a mere forty eight hours. Quite the feat, but only if not taking into consideration the individuals responsible who took in their stride like an everyday occurrence; nevertheless, he rode their waves smart and vigilantly, even though there was no cause for it, his frame practically begging to be immersed in the black, damning pool of tar with a smile enlarging as he sank deeper into a hot mess of warmth and immobility at their big hands of satisfaction.

Dante began depressing his teeth in pale chunks of his flesh, improving the red blotches of rising blood with a ghostly blue pigment fitting for his demise at their command; he was rough and reckless, concentrating on the parts of his shoulders that his uniform would hide as opposed to marking him under the pretence of open, overtaken territory. Nero's growls grew loud and feral, snarls rising from deep in the back of his throat and clutching at his own build to behave himself, moving in every direction on the twin's shaft as the image became clearer behind his shut eyelids: soliciting the image of them both balls deep pounding in his sturdy-turned-fragile form was terrifying, and worth it. When Schaffer told him to try them both, he assumed, like a normal human being, that it meant separately. He hadn't yet responded to Vergil's question, relishing too much of Dante's poorly timed libidinous actions. "We completely understand if you don't-"

"Do it."

Those two words halted them like an imperceptible wall had magically formed a barrier around every single one of his assets. "Don't do this for us."

"Just say that you want it, Nero." He buried his nose in his hair, holding his in an unbending grasp to his toned chest. "Look at Vergil and tell him you want him to fuck you raw; it's that simple." That fucking tongue had returned, tracing the outline of the cartilage shell that surely made all parts of him – except one – weak. "Tell him you want to want to feel him inside you, swollen and raging on your walls; tell him you want him to make you moan his name so that it's bloodily engraved in your throat; make him believe you have the power to make him explode inside you." He went to chew at the earlobe while descending to the delicate skin of his inner thigh, lightly rubbing along the two crevices to widen his legs at the acceptance of the proposition.

A gruff reply, sopping in the orgasms that had yet to surface, did more than its fair share of damage to his already frail psyche. "You dare say any of that to me, I'm going to come right now."

"Okay," said Nero, clearing his throat and preparing his professional voice which by now sounded like a husky sand-eating sleep-deprived jaguar. "I accept the terms and conditions."

He straightened himself on the best seat in the real world ticking the back of Vergil's hairline as he glided in the space by their legs. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

Did he know who he was talking to? "That's the only shit I get into."

As brash as he normally was, his cocky persona took a back seat at the hands of his undoers with a worried look on his face, looking down at the point of contact that was already inhabited by Dante's length, aghast at the how much his body had stretched to accommodate him. The whole scheme seemed impossible on sight, with each brother picking up on his slight unease and not giving it a chance to permeate into his consciousness: Dante and his stellar giggle made its way to his ear with his mouth softly teasing his hairline while hiding his face in the crook of his shoulder, tenderly enclosing his arms on Nero's tummy; Vergil attacked the opposite curve of his smooth skin, enticing his upper thighs with trails of his fingertips that made him gooey on the inside. "I'll be gentle, I promise." And he was, the three clear-cut groans of euphoria thicker than the steam surrounding them erupted from each fiend individually as he pushed in, moving between two equally arousing mounds of flesh presenting a new level of astounding pressure for each of them. Whatever discomfort he presumed liquesced into the hot vapour, an unnecessary myth he told himself to believe – even if for a half a second – until his excitement and pleasure down below relayed the message for the twins; the intense release of hormones forced them both into a drunken coma of irrevocable uncharted territory, waiting for the instant the twin joined the other, buried to the hilt in his tight walls before either of them could act in accomplishing their goal.

Nero shoved himself against Dante's chest with an unspoken request to hold him tighter; he did just that, burly muscles on full show and locking his arms to make sure he didn't let go. "Do you have any idea how good you look?"

The boy angled his head upward with blank eyes. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Be cute." He moved his long satin strands out of his face and kissed him, breathing hot air into Dante's mouth and thieved some peace from the look in his blue eyes. "That's something I can't handle right now."

"And typical of you to have that sentence come out of your mouth while being fucked to a pul-" Dante was pushed into the wall of the tub with the weirdest sensation on his member. Vergil was in. "You couldn't wait 'til I finished my sentence? We were having a moment-"

"Then grant me the opportunity to inform you that he wasn't paying attention." It was true, and he didn't even have to look: the twin felt the spasms inside and out, stiffening the hold on his chest as they lugged their heads backward synchronously at a blinding white light under their eyelids; the hybrid at the forefront of their sudden stimulation smirked as if the Underworld froze over, leaning into the motions and balancing his weight on his strong arms set on either side of his brother's frame. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Their fronts generated lightning at the intense friction surrounding the three in electric delirium that shook to the core, add to that the harsh scrapping of equally smooth and toned skin on skin, heat and blisters evident on the irritated spots swelling twenty four shades of crimson changing its hue as Vergil's pace became rushed and erratic, plunging revengefully, the state of bare minimum from a demonic standpoint, alternating between slow and quick, deep, purposely keeping his thrusts unpredictable for the two of them to enjoy. Dante loved feeling his struggle first hand, calculated and meticulous with all sorts of devious intent but rough enough for Nero to grapple at splices of air between the raw growls he couldn't keep to himself, inevitably throwing his arms around the only stable fortress in reach – Dante's neck. The twin didn't mind in the slightest, moving one of his stout arms to lock them in position at the wrist in a much better position than their previous encounter on the bed.

Vergil continued his demonic rampage without distraction, hearing his brother moan at the hardness rubbing on his own, artistically building his orgasm through his whole length and following with short bursts midway to focus on the quality and quantity of the first explosion inside of the employee who seemed less phased by any result from their complexly established equation. He drove in a few more, his lean body moving effortlessly through the water, as majestic and nourishing, wet trails running down his muscled back where the wetness left its stain on his sinful body and moving higher up to kiss his sibling deep and vicious, gripping his lips and tongue between his teeth with eyes that screamed for redemption of the unholy kind. Dante watched him grit his jaw as the onset of his pissed off stage began, needing no more than closing his eyes and simply listening to what was going to come out of Nero's mouth, bracing the boy by spreading him just a little bit wider to allow him a chance to walk away from this. The twins stared at one another, communicating with their bound souls and not be heard by the man amid them whom they didn't notice was having trouble breathing.

"What's your angle here, Verge?"
"I've waited all day for this; don't take it from me."
"Why don't you just take him next door?"
"That would be too easy."
"You have nothing to prove to anyone."
"I know that, but-"
"You wanna break him because of a kiss?"
"You have any better suggestions?"

Dante leaned forward and whispered something into Vergil's ear and he immediately opted for a slower speed to his pestilent digging. The moans matched his movements, smaller with a relaxing undertone to reflect his soul in its complete state of bliss as the grip on his wrists ceased function and he was permitted to feel around as he wished, choosing the moistened roots of the head of hair in front of him. A tender kiss hit his temple and then his forehead, falling to the tip of his nose and finally his lips, sparking champagne-flavoured fireworks in his mouth at the cluster of pecks on his swollen mouth. It was too good, pinching the back of his hand just to make sure; Vergil tilted the man's head to the ceiling, resuming the gentle kisses down his throat… neck… shoulder… chest… and dipping under the water to access his stomach… hips…inner thighs… Nero knew where this was going, unsure of any breath taken before he went below the surface; he wasn't given any time to worry as his tip became wetter than the effect of the water, feeling the softness that was on his form a moment ago with the twins' hands flipping his legs over his broad shoulders and squeezing them to his ears.

"He's going to take good care of you, okay?" The sucking moved higher on his penis, so fierce he had to fight thrashing in the water.

"He needs to breathe."

"He does, but not for a while." Dante looked over Nero's shoulder at the head of hair bobbing viciously between his thighs, impressed. "I'll just watch from here."

The task ahead wasn't for the faint hearted but he made it look like a walk in a straight-laced meaty park: owing to the choice of environment he was unable to apply the usual physiology of the act, as well as the varied angles and tricks he used on his practice dummy – Dante – for the reaction he desired, but he'd have to improvise a new tactic to get the boy screaming profanities in languages he never knew he could speak and unconsciously burn those six letters into his lungs, being remembered as one of the two men to truly ruin him for any new guests to come. Regardless of whether he'd be reverted to his normal post, they would overtake his mind at the tiniest hint of their essence and bring him back to this very moment, impaled by one of the largest penises known to man- and demonic kind and concurrently sucked off by the smartest – smartass – mouths history will ever see. However, let it not be forgotten he was at least a true gentleman about it.

Vergil hollowed his cheeks on the pulsating length, running his tongue over every individual vein he could feel protruding around the smooth skin, shifting lower and lower on his erection until his perky lips rested around his base for the organ to do most of the work; Nero thoroughly enjoyed being swallowed whole, making the process of his orgasm easier at his entire penis being stimulated at once in the same hospitable atmosphere wherein he would ultimately let go. In his opinion there was no other place than in the devious mouth, a proper nod to the appreciation of their hard work at ripping his sound mind to shreds; of course, he'd only conjured it as the situations called for and afraid he might be decapitated of he didn't give them what they wanted – that's what happened in his realist/dry humoured mind. The human could feel his cum wracking his frame from thrashing head to curling toes, trying to keep still in Dante's lap; he was hardening again, concentrating on syncing their heartbeats for a more penetrating vibration on his raw flesh. "You want me to talk dirty to you?"

As strange as the picture was given his routine goofiness, he knew where to draw the line on the twin's capabilities; if his lovemaking was anything to go by, accepting the tempting request would be asking for trouble. "I need to enjoy this just… a little bit more." He remembered the other reason it was a definitive no: that fucking voice of his. "The more we talk the quicker I come-"

"The more we talk, the quicker you can leave this tub with him in your arms straddling you to throw him on the bed and return the favour."

"Vergil won't let me," he said, clawing along the sides of Dante's body.

"So you're sure that he's doing this coz he wants to instead of getting you hot and bothered so the two of you could properly fuck each other's brains out?" There was no time to think the logic through: Nero's body jerked forward violently at Vergil's constricted throat, looking down and seeing him tap his brother on the side of his knee. "Okay I'm up." Oh no, there was more to this? "You should have taken the dirty talk; now I have to play dirty."

What did he mean 'play'? He was in no position to call any shots whatsoever, but again, the melted cogs missed the mark completely until the twin planted his legs firmly on the floor and pushed up, shoving the employee's erection deeper into his brother's oesophagus.

Oh.

Shit.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…"

A bold move – one that would surely make a dent both internally and externally. It was barely a whisper yet overly sufficient for their superhuman hearing. Using one hand for balance and the other for grip, the puppeteer thrust further into the willing male as his brother held Nero at his hips, digging his nails enough to glaze eight bruising trenches of equal length and bringing him closer to his first orgasm of the evening. Dante was enjoying it way too much, punishing his brother with an uneven pace of his own and slowly working up his own undoing without notice; a few thrusts more and they both exhaled a coarse breath, clenching their bellies for the excess liquid to shoot inside Nero and Vergil's mouth, the action forcing him to come up for needed oxygen. He rose out of the water with the boy being unable to read his expression because of the hair matted to his face; Nero smoothed the strands into their intended position keeping a keen eye to remaining on his good side. The twin raised his head with a piercing stare, stewing something in his mouth and swallowing the left-over sex juices that hadn't shot straight into his throat. "You taste amazing."

That. Was. It. "I can't do this anymore." Where he'd gotten the strength to stand and pull Vergil with him, twisting his legs on his waist and getting out of the Jacuzzi in six seconds flat was a mystery bigger than the hybrids themselves. "You need to come with me." The employee remembered safety first shenanigans later, wiping his feet on the floor towel for that purpose. "All I need is an hour."

"I'll give you two." Dante moved to sit at the opposite side of the tub closer to the bottle and lugging the fruit with him. "Vergil needs his share, correct?"

Nero opened the door and carefully placed his partner in heinous crime on the bed, pushing him onto his back to fall in the fountain of pillows he'd arranged while they were gone. The hybrid outright refused the action, sitting up countless times only to be shoved back into the soft bedding. "Stay! There!"

"Or what…?"

Turn down a challenge he shall not. "I'm going to do this. This is going to happen."

The human pulled his legs wide, kissing his way down to the hard member in the centre, blowing at some droplets that clung to his sex; luckily, the cold air propelled his spine into the mattress, giving Nero the workspace he was used to. God, it felt good to be there, not only for the breath-taking view of his shuddering penis but at the broader scale of seeing Vergil's whole frame twitch and ache under the ministrations of his mouth, forcing his true feelings out of him in liquid form. "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you."

That sorted things, didn't it? Vergil expected it to turn out the opposite, either finishing the job in a drier state or making him come a second time – his boldness astounded him as the second to ever get it right to keep up with his antics. His initial judgement of Nero disappeared much like his tip into his mouth, opening his legs not to obscure the delectable view, launching his head into the pile of feathers to stare at the ceiling of blinking lights that weren't there and finally turning his head to the side to bite the corner of the fluffiest pillow to muffle his first appetising mewl of many.

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"Where's Nero?"

"Why're you asking? You know where he is."

"I haven't seen him at all; anyone know if he's okay?"

"He was here for the party. He's perfectly fine."

"I'm asking; he went into that blind-"

"He did, and he's doing a better job than any of you would have." Schaffer stepped to the plate and gave his two cents on the matter and closing it for further discussion. "It's a little too late to be jealous."

"I am. Those were two full-course meals, but the rumours-"

"-weren't true; do you see the people who spread it walking around with their jobs intact? Coz I don't." The room was ninety eight percent clean apart from some décor issues they'd take care of in the morning. "Their names may be infamous but for the wrong reasons entirely; their visits make up half of your salary so don't expect to see or hear me complain."

"Do you know them, boss?"

"Well enough to know what kind of creatures they are, but you speak down to them because they are open about being specific on their wants and needs? Give me a break people – we all need a good fuck here and there to reset to our default settings, do we not?" What Nero was getting was well beyond that. "And just to make you hate him some more, he walked into their room carrying three Moëts and your favourite item on the midnight list." His staff all stopped dead with their mouths watering at the perks of the two fourth-floor residents. "So please remind me of the reason you refused to cater to them."

"There's only one."

Schaffer was back to his gesturing, flicking his hands back and forth expecting his colleague to continue the sentence. "Which is?"

"We've heard that their dicks are huge."

"Close to one hundred-year-old sequoia tree trunk, sure." He looked around the room in confusion. "Is that all? Shouldn't that excite you?"

"Not tree trunks; branches, maybe."

"The goal behind their notoriety is to ruin everyone willing to walk in their path, that's all: next time you're in bed on your back or on your stomach with someone between your legs, you'll think back to that moment and remember how much you screamed bloody murder by the end of the night, unable to walk or talk or function like a human for that matter. Does that really sound so bad?" He had a point.

"Can I put my name down for their next visit?"

Schaffer faked a sympathetic look, laying her down gently for some bad news. "If they end up liking his company, then a new weekend uniform is in order; I can't deny them what they come for." The 'awwww' in the room was adorable. "But who knows? They might visit often enough to give all of you a ride." It was highly unlikely, evident by the noises echoing in his eardrums for the past hour. Vergil would never choose anyone else.

He was on route to his office, decidedly making things easier for himself with a small left turn: the double doors to the kitchen swung wildly as he entered, assembling the basics for a farmhouse close to one another in the fridge and setting his alarm for nine in the morning, giggling to himself at the predicament he found himself: the kitchens opened at ten – he couldn't cook for shit.

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Hearing Vergil's uneven, staggered breath was music to his ears; he was quiet at the start, getting used to the idea of having a different mouth on him, but he wasn't anticipating the reaction Nero sucked out. Never before had he seen his sibling cling to the sheets, mumbling to himself to stay calm; he had only ever seen his head turn to one side that hid his cerulean gaze, unable to make eye contact; the arching back was a nice touch, making it more uncomfortable to draw breath with his protruding lungs. Right now, Vergil was on his elbows watching the catalyst of his bodily dysfunction do his thing, wide eyed with blobs of drool on his lips, timing his breathing with the boy's tongue. Dante leaned over the side of the tub with his eyes shut, focusing on the sound and heat signatures registering a vivid picture of what was happening on the other side of the wall. "We might have no choice but to take him home after this," he said, speaking to no one in particular on the sentiment with his mind wandering to the possible outcomes of the exact minute they left the hotel – the distant dream of not having to beg for it every hour and just have it handed to him with a side glance his way was slowly making its way within his reach: that evil glazed stare, that challenging raised eyebrow, those pursed lips as he unhurriedly moved from his favourite seat to the bottom of the stairs and walking even slower up them, holding the banister with one hand – which isn't what he did – and unbuttoning his shirt with the other, out of view of his brother until the cock crowed in his brain to follow no questions asked; it was too out of character to get his hopes up, but why not? So many of his unspoken laws had already been obliterated the second Nero walked into their room the first time, and by himself which was no small feat. The wet twin lifted his knees onto his seat and laid his hand in his roots, letting the echo in his ears drive the pressure of his grip and the pumps on his erection: he'd give credit where credit was due much later, waiting for the opportune moment to spring at their most vulnerable.

Vergil keenly observed the mess below as if something from a sick, dark, twisted fantasy from those overly priced average written graphic novels, but yielding a better result than the simplicity of black and white: he was in it this time, willingly opening himself to another degree of pleasure he hadn't anticipated with the inability to mentally conjure something so animalistic, so sadistic, so raw in the purity of defining the action as the best manner to reveal the employee's darker side; the side kept under the wraps of under indulgence and under gratification by a leather whip and chain, only peeking its head when called upon by sinful means. It was the only way he could explain the ravenous nature his engorged penis was being consumed by Nero. He took no prisoners, and the twin might have known that had he dared a look when Dante received his fair share a few hours earlier; seeing that head of hair scrape against his inner thighs was a fulfilling view, but even more so was his plump length gaining a pink tinge at the roughness dealt to it, forcing him to lie back to enjoy the sensations a while before thinking about getting him to stop. Nero was in love, moaning into his base and shaft as he directed the length to touch every inch of his mouth before taking him further into his tight throat, pushing his pelvis into the mattress and clawing at the tender skin of his hips. The light dusting of moans split the air between the zigzagging intakes of breath, hoping to spur him forward on the route he'd taken to break him piece by piece; his hands held firm on the back of Vergil's knees, lifting and spreading to pull him clean out of his throat and allowing his tongue to wander to the demanding matters below, splaying his tongue over the organ in long, even strokes before angling his head to pay mind at the lower delicate sacks, making the twin whine into the ceiling as his soul partially left his body. They boy left him hanging on purpose in feeling the slow construction of his release, wrenching his mouth off the pulsating sex and continuing with his hands, keeping his hard work in place as he snuck through the gap and straddled Vergil's stomach, his body half turned to keep his erection alive and kicking. "You want me to come inside you, is that it?"

Who was he to judge if what they both wanted merged at the end of their respective forked pathways? "You gonna judge a man on his dreams, huh?"

Nero began moving backward. "If you do it right-"

"I don't care whether you come or not, I want to ride you."

Vergil wanted to be part of the fun too, regarding him closely while massaging the man's penis, unblinking, pouting at the slightest hint of acknowledging his provocation. "I feel so used."

"Good," he said, lowering himself on the twin and watching his face contort out of its usual state to one of sheer heaven, grabbing hold and securing Nero's legs on the sides of his body and making himself comfortable in his new temporary home; at the other end of the bed, the employee cursed under his breath thinking it should have been far easier to do. He leaned forward until his stretching muscles were in the clear knowing that damning smirk was back on Vergil's smug face. "I'm gonna feel this in the morning."

Roles were swapped and the twin adjusted underneath making him groan in ecstasy. "Are you planning on moving or should I take over?"

"Give me a second, would you?" He hadn't thought this through.

Vergil was the most patiently impatient man he'd ever come across. "No can do; you fuck yourself on me or I call Dante to finish this-"

"Just… fucking… shut the hell up!" The movements took them both aback, pressing forward to advance the intensity between their minds, bodies, and souls in a heated amalgamation of pre-eminence and carnality, dancing about in the other's subconscious to unlock their true innermost feelings toward the overall end of their stay together. Neither were prepared to back down and neither would let the other off easy for the sake of their own intemperate thirsts. Nero moved back and forth pleased that Vergil had snapped the reins of control over what he chose his body to do, feeling him swell along his walls and bask in the result of his strenuous labour; Vergil's mouth went unexpectedly dry observing the truth unfold around his member, kneading into the back of his legs as his hands directly dictated the pace. The twin shifted to a subtler position knowing he wouldn't take charge of his own orgasm and opted for the boy to be true to his word, even if it did mean liquid sex would soon find its way into a place that wasn't inside his brother. It was thrilling to see; indeed, the varying degrees of Nero's face the closer he got to his release, how his frown deepened when Vergil hit a spot unknown to them both, how he bit the corner of his lip to stifle a moan he knew would drive him crazy, how his hands inevitably joined the twin's on his hips as he broke the boundaries of his own inhibition and rode him with no destination in sight. Oh, he was close – they could both feel it.

Nero used every muscle in his frame to glide on top of him pressing him deeper inside as the twin continually hit his spot, burying his grip into the pale velvet of Vergil's hands, his nails not deep enough to supress his displeasure at enjoying at what should ultimately be painful for the twin to watch. The surrender of control turned to his favour, however, giving him the freedom he usually relayed to the other end to feel his body hard at work; his lower back, his sides, his front – all pulled taut as he moved on his penis, to and fro, letting out those ungodly sounds from his lungs. The quicker he moved, the more unsteady his mind became, using Vergil's bent legs behind him as improvised support whilst maintaining pace in his hips. "You need more than this, Nero."

But he was close – they could both feel it. "Do you mind then?" he asked, shifting the firm grasp at his legs to his length carefully, flinching at the tenderness of that region overall.

Vergil chuckled, gesturing the boy over with a single digit and a scorching kiss as a reward. "Can I ask you something in return?" He nodded, stealing another few for the road of peril waiting on the other side of his orgasm. "Don't stop moving until I tell you; can you do that for me?"

Nero smirked, biting the twin's bottom lip and dragging it with him as he adapted his position. "Absolutely not."

Vergil's pelvis jerked and the boy fell forward with his palms flat on his torso, moving at an astounding speed propelled by his own selfish greed at having his bread buttered on both sides; it was a double-sided coin he didn't mind countlessly tossing as long as his frail humanity could handle it. The man on his back began hammering on his length as he rode him, purposely hurrying his thrusts for the happy camper on the bed forcing his head into the pillows at his disposal; Nero tugged at tufts of silver while his ruthlessness meandered back and forth with a jumble of letters resting in the back of his throat barely making sense for his gaping mouth to compute after paving way for the bloodcurdling cries to incinerate his chest.

So this is how it ends, huh?

If the past forty eight hours was anything to go by-

"Not quite," two simple words on quaking breath, the exact sentiments Nero had swallowed to protect his rationality from further damage.

Vergil left his length and dug his fingertips into any mound of flesh he could get his hands on the second the employee stopped, pulling out and climbing from beneath to behind, folding Nero's knees to the bed and stalling to calm from his high, just enough before he took control again and bent over his frame to whisper in his ear. "Did you enjoy it?"

His tone was husky and menacing, perplexing him a little. "Not bad for a first time-"

"The kiss. With the girl. Did you enjoy it?" Vergil rested his weight on the boy, using a firm grasp on his roots to tug his head in the direction away from him while the other slinked tenderly down his side; the contrast unsettled him to a certain extent yet so lost in the moment all he focused on was holding his arms steady. "I won't ask again."

It clearly was an issue, and Schaffer did warn him. "I was doing my job-"

"I didn't know making out with eighteen-year-old Disney princess was in your job description." The hand on his hip dipped between his thighs as the twin chewed a reddened path down his back, complimented by a chain of breathy moans at the way his skin prickled under the skilled touch.

Nero's spinal column concaved at the attention, feeling beads of sweat run down from the back of his neck. "Yes, that compares to what I'm doing right now."

Bingo! It was so smooth he was sure it would get him out of whatever trouble he was in. Or maybe it riled him even more. "I didn't like it."

"You weren't invited; you gate crashed, not my problem."

Vergil thrust his hips forward giving the boy a feel of what he would be dealing with; it snuggled comfortably in his cheeks, flowing his hands down his back and pulling his hips closer on the way up. "You have too much confidence in the position you're in."

"You need to stop thinking you're entitled to my every move; you brother's feelings might get hurt-"

"All I said was that I didn't like it, and now you get personal?" He bit at his earlobe and growled; the kind of sound that made you go 'oh, fuck me' in the back of your head; the kind that made you wet just by thinking about it; the kind you would and should never imagine the accompanying facial expression. "Now I have a fitting reason to punish you."

Vergil stuffed his legs between Nero's, spreading him wider by means of a gentle nudge of the knee, crossing his left hand over and tugging at his left cheek, separating him as far as he'd go; he fondled himself down the underside of his sex, smirking as his tip was practically sucked into his body with an appropriate response to his cocky action. "You dragged it outta me," said the boy, lifting his head to the sky and howling his contentment to an unseeing full moon, falling face first into the bed salivating into the sheets; he clawed at them too, wiping the wetness from his forehead as he shut his eyes unprepared for full throttle.

"As long as you said it, I don't care how it got there." And so began the slow torture of the real attempt of making him go insane; Vergil cruelly pulled him apart, squeezing his cheeks for good measure and sliding in painfully slow, watching his member pump in blood to support the friction that might finally flip him inside out; Nero didn't move besides clicking the bones along his spine, every move accompanied by a short expel of breath and creak of his aching frame fatigued by the arduous happenings that had lead him to this point – the point he'd been wanting to get to since he raised his hand in Schaffer's office. The steely look was bound to break: that fucking cool and calm demeanour abolished without the unnecessary spilling of blood; those perfect features deforming through different levels of fuckery and disorientation at the hands of a fairly capable, but almost completely broken, human form. The hybrid doubled over to reach his ear but was unsatisfied with his unchanging stature; he played out the scene as before, pulling his head to one side and was shocked to see him shrouded in the best sex face imaginable. Being the sadist he was, he decided at a better angle to view the masterpiece constructed by his own vices, wrenching his head from above and settling his other grip around his throat. "Something about you makes me want to do things I shouldn't." Pressing forward he hovered in line with Nero's lips, observing the grave shift in his aura at their close proximity – it was one thing to handle him in any situation, but being this close only hindered his sound judgement. "And I'm going to do them because you want me to."

The bend to his back did wonders for the range of depth Vergil was able to reach where a deep thrust wracked his body like lightning. He tightened at his throat, reminding him of who was in charge; the supply of oxygen slowed to his brain and he became dizzy, his lips entrancing Nero to an exponential degree digging a deeper hole to climb into. The employee gave himself into the kiss, thinking it beyond futile to resist. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

His trademark arrogance peeked its silver head, yet a more tamed and relaxed undertone shone through in his peachy smooch. "Now isn't the time to be flirting with me, Nero." The twin moved his matted hair out of his face, doing the same for his partner and relieving some of the pressure on his windpipe. "If you think it will help your case you are sorely mistaken."

Nero pouted and feigned defeat, like his big secret had finally been discovered; he playfully bobbed him on the nose taking the opportunity simply because it presented itself. "I'm just trying to be cute."

Vergil's hands disturbed the tense muscles in his shoulders and upper back, putting pressure on his fingertips to dispel any last remnants of his qualms and dismay. "You don't need to try," he said, running his hands down the rest of him to settle in his favourite spot, the twin burying his face in the crook of his neck and sucking like his immortal life depended on it, leaving a discoloured path connecting to his spine. "But if that's what you're going for, you can just stay where you are." He finally got himself into position behind him, shimmying his hips to get comfortable and consciously smoothed along his walls with his tongue in his cheek. "I'm particularly fond of this view."

The twin's riveting brace on his body hitched as the introductory burst of thrusts began, pinching at the flesh under his fingers whilst deepening inside the boy; Vergil drove him at an initial unchanging speed, focusing on having Nero give in under the depth alone as he slithered inside him with uttermost ease, the employee already a long-lost slave to his demonic madness. As they grew fervent, vivid, solid within his confines, he bit through the soft layers of blanket beneath him blanching the sheets with a mix of hot air, sweat, and saliva in response to his foreshadowed yet unrequited actions. Nero's throat rumbled into the material muffling the intent with which Vergil acted in the first place – tearing those sounds from him formed part of his main objective, getting the boy to admit defeat of his senses and switch off his cognitive reasoning for as long as he could, allowing him to relish in his instincts being first and foremost in unconditional surrender of his human nature of distinguishing right and wrong to blend the line into a blurry mayhem of grey flecks streaming across his line of vision – open and closed – the further apart he spread his legs in essentially handing his body over to do as the hybrid pleased. His arms strained at the incessant shift of balance it tried to keep in place, swinging to opposing angles with every shove of Vergil's hips, inclining him more and more to the result of his physical and mental instability; the twin had developed the habit of pulling the outlet of his rage to him as he thrust, providing a collision of either torment or euphoria, depending on his purpose – for Nero it was both, harrowing his thoughts and ideas of what true pleasure was and expunging it with each spark of momentum that shot through his trembling body. A deep, gravelly scream came from nowhere, not bothering to subdue any of its consequence in giving the man behind him what he wanted and feeling him rush his movements some more. "That's more like it."

Unfortunately, that gave way to a furore of smaller, breathy, croaky moans that matured and ensued to Vergil's tune, ripping him part for part at both ends of his frame. "I'm sorry; they won't stop."

Nero thought he was disturbing the peace. "Good," he said, "this is doing wonders for my ego."

He moved faster; the other man raised his white flag at what was only half the hour of unparalleled hair-frizzingly good sex. "I don't think I can last much longer, Vergil."

He had expected to hear that much sooner in the night. "I thought you'd be more of a challenge."

"I would have if you weren't out to fuck me to death."

"Ah, that is true," he said, pulling Nero's moist body by the bend of his hips. "Dante's getting restless, so I'll make this quick."

Really? Would it be that easy? "Hahahaha, I feel so used."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Vergil laid his body over the boy, wrapping his arm around his midsection and his hand around his penis, working them into a routine for a swift, full orgasm; the hybrid opted for short, stinging thrusts against his prostate, nagging the protruding skin until precum seeped through his length and onto his fingertips spreading the saltiness to stimulate an easier grip on him, knowing there was at max two minutes worth of fight left in him given the state of his diminishing power over his body. He was unforgiving; contradicting kisses scorched his back making his skin tighten and tingle with the sensitivity of his release coming so quickly. Nero crumpled his form in the few remaining seconds of his prudent life, hitting the mattress with balled fists as his release discharged form his erection, bits squirting onto his chest mingling with beads of sweat and the rest landing on the sheets that he collapsed onto, pulling Vergil out of him and shifted to the edge of the bed spasming out of delight. The twin landed next to him and tugged the covers from underneath and masked his milky limbs. "I'm not done with you."

"Me neither," he replied, folding the covers to his hips. "But now's the time to be the good big brother."

"I have to; he's the only one that does it for me."

"Is that a challenge?" Although he was exhausted, his wits always managed to amaze.

The Jacuzzi door opened and there he stood in his demonic glory, rightfully chewing on the luckiest strawberry known to mankind. "Is it my turn yet?"

Vergil left Nero's side and yanked Dante onto the bed unthreateningly holding him by the ankles. "You smell so good."

"Strawberries and sex; my new line coming out next November," he joked, jerking his brother into a kiss so dreamy Nero closed his eyes with the image burned under his eyelids as everything – finally – faded to a fatigued black.

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Their bodies came lazily into view, moving unhurriedly with the smell of rapacious craving in the air; the slightly sugary texture was liquid velvet on the tongue, thick against the pores and almost tangible in belief; it was through the eyes glazed in slumber that had the twins in frame, entwined in each other's and tangled in a game that had a definitively happy ending – holding onto the headboard behind him, Vergil was flat on his back breathing to the ceiling, showing off his razor-sharp jaw to be admired at a safe distance; Dante was between his legs hidden in the sheets just above his hips and concealing his good bits from view, moving in concentric circles immediately giving its position away if you happened to doubt his brother's legs bent at the knee on either side of his mass, uncovered, smooth, shaking to justly convey what Dante was doing to him. His strong arms lied at his sibling's ribs stoutly holding him at an appropriate space with the sheets rounding his satisfyingly perky butt as he watched it move slowly, dipping into the prepared body underneath as he replied in kind, moaning silently to himself to appease the meaty bulk that currently invaded him. The sheets were a bonus in his opinion, veiling the raw nature of the interaction yet knowing exactly what went down between them as so plainly evident by Vergil's inability to keep still after every thrust; the picture was mesmerising, aesthetically beautiful to behold and made even more so by the younger's lapsing breath in satisfaction of how good it felt to be inside him. The elder enfolded his arms around the gorgeous creature who kept the pace pumping within, seducing him with tiny spurts of his tongue in his mouth moaning into the hole repeatedly looking deep into his eyes every time he hit that heavenly spot and crushing him into an embrace meant to spur him on, firmly planting his grip on his ass and pushing him deeper; Vergil' arms were peeled from his assets as he was laid back onto the bed where Dante laced their digits, attacking the skin on his neck and shoulder while the mound of fibres below quickened, hastening the sounds that came from the depths of the elder's throat and forming a suitable send off before he succumbed to sleep once again.

For a second time he was woken by something better, almost as if here were being cradled back to sleep; before his eyes opened he knew it was Dante making those noises, drawn out and husky with sheets crinkling under a strong grasp, his body bouncing on the bed with the sleepy man assuming it had something to do with the other bloody sibling sitting on his knees with the younger's legs in that damn vice that only meant one thing; one glorious, magnificent, heart-stopping thing. There was absolutely no covering this time and Nero was in the perfect location to see the detail of their covet; Vergil was a massive tease in his own right, using fast strokes to bury himself in his brother and pulling out slow, rotating his pelvis throughout and gnawing a hole into the corner of his mouth. Dante was smirking into the arch his spine had formed to endure his brother's girth at the extent he was reaching, chuckling as he was yanked into the other hybrid's lap while twisting his legs over the side of the bed clinging to his grasp; he steadily moved Dante back and forth and moving upward by his own accord, the victim continuing his boisterous antics into his ear in his inexplicable thirst for both their orgasms. Nero was caught peeking by the younger demon who threw a flirtatious wink in his direction before nibbling at the close shoulder, giving the boy an earful of the potential he had missed owing to his tiredness – Vergil halted his actions and kissed him thoroughly, placating his wish at enticing the other presence in the room. Dante held his gaze as his tongue had its life essence sucked out, his hands on either side of his partner's jaw at seeing the after effect of the teasing. His face suddenly disappeared, however, leaning backward to hang upside down to the floor. The head rush did wonders for the pulsating sex inside of him, holding on tightly while Nero watched his legs tense behind Vergil's back as he lifted them to his broad shoulders, only remembering his last deflated cry before he fell back into a deep sleep.

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Nero woke a third time and found himself facing the opposite wall and sleeping on the wrong side of the bed with his back toward the pair of walking and talking embodiments of sin; he shifted to lie on his back and turned his head, seeing Dante sprawled across Vergil's chest while his hands dug deep at his younger brother's roots, breathing soundly and peacefully as their subconscious dawdled naked in expensive wine, sweets of every shape and size and strawberry-flavoured everything. Looking at the serenity, he would never guess they were the same beings from a few hours ago, crafty and lethal doses of reality injected into his well-being at a seemingly random occurrence to bring some life into what was a monotonous existence: he loved what he did and chose to not expand to the higher levels of the hotel as Schaffer had advised him, but this was truly something else, screened by exorbitant fabric in expensive hues and patterns that hid the vulgar, animated nature of the clients housed at the highest floor. He gazed at its best kept secret, wondering why it had taken so long for the news surrounding them to hit him so late, which also led to speculation as to just how long they'd been coming to the hotel on their weekends off – there were too many questions left unanswered, but just one made him green with envy: what do they do to Darcy?

He found himself fuming red hot under the single-layered duvet and instantly got off, flinging it over half of the bed nearly smacking Dante in the back of his head and left for the kitchen to grab something to drink; he chuckled to himself on the short journey at the ridiculousness of his thinking pattern and berated the thought entirely, having no comprehensive ground on which to base the stupid emotion. He tried his best to be as quiet as possible on his way there, turning at the island and seeing them in the same position; Nero opened the bar fridge slowly and scoured for the complimentary mini portions of white and red wine, a variety of plain and sparkling waters and juices he had stocked before they came up, plucking at a can of red grape before hearing soft footsteps stop on the other side of the island. "You in the mood for anything?"

"Water. Lemon. Bubbles." Luckily, he'd brought some just in case, grabbing the plastic bottle and seeing Dante rest his elbows on the tiled surface, shooing away the offered glass and drinking straight from the bottle; Nero poured his juice into the saddened tumbler, taking his first sip where the other had finished half of his contents. The twin sensed something was off with him, unsure of whether it was their fault or something else that had peeped its unwelcome head into their affairs. "Something on your mind?" The boy stopped mid sip and gave him a 'how did you know' look, hiding behind the cold of the glass and shaking his head to seem convincing. "If you won't be honest I'll take a guess and make it sound more bizarre than you think it sounds."

He knew he lost. "It's a stupid question-"

"Ask it; I might give you the stupid answer you're looking for."

Nero downed his drink and searched for the liquid courage he expected to see at the bottom of his glass. "I'm curious about what you do with the woman who usually looks after this room."

"Darcy?" the boy nodded. "What do you think we do to her?" Dante finished his drink and gestured for another, taking it with him as he returned to the bed. "Chain her to the bed, spreading her like some defenceless chicken and having our way with every available hole? Blindfolding her and attacking her with leather whips? Tie her to a chair and threaten her to do unspeakable things to us or we'll rip her throat out?"

Surely that wasn't it? He followed Dante, popping the jar with the marshmallows and claiming a handful of the pink and white puffs. "Would you do that?"

"No, but your face malfunctioned when I went through the options."

On it was a shade of relief the hybrid hadn't yet seen on a human. "Then which is it?"

Nero plonked himself next to him, feeding him one of the sugary treats. "None of the above."

"Should I believe that?"

"It's the truth; do with it as you wish."

He fed him another. "Really?" It wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Nothing?"

"Absolutely nothing. She gives in too easily; she's fantastic in terms of giving us everything we need, but she flaunts it too much." Dante shifted his concentration to the human's back, tracing on the supple outlines along the multitude of muscles that peaked from under his pale skin. "We prefer a challenge, someone who'd make us work for it and not make it seem we're as entitled as we think we are – we're used to having people throw themselves at us, but we want the chase. We're hunters: we're equipped to go after the things out of our reach and it's even better when we have a fight on our hands, to win and stake a higher claim in the catch." He followed the grooves of his spine with two fingers, 'walking' his hand up the sides of the vertebrae to relax him. "Someone who won't outright admit to wanting us and then eventually conceding to satisfy the greed that they feel when they look our way, like starved beasts who need a one-time fix and end up getting ruined beyond any degree of repair; the type of person who would then also not limit themselves in our midst and go for what they want out of it, using us as much as we use them – it always goes two ways, and men and women so blinded by lust won't see that, and that's where you came in perfectly." The twin budged closer and held him at the opposite hip, working his lips from his shoulder blade up to the crook of his neck. "You're no pushover and you don't stand idly by and let us do what we want; you made us work to get you on that bed, naked and eager for what we wanted from you. You are the first person to have spoken back to Vergil; when you did that, a blowjob went to the default end of my fuck-it list."

Nero timed the tilt to his head at the right moment, catching his lips in a wet kiss. "He's a bastard."

Dante turned his face a tad more for another; deeper, slower, hungry. "He knows it, trust me, but that won't stop him in getting what he wants." The twin glanced at the robust irresistibility that was Vergil through and through, making Nero look over his shoulder in agreement. "You resisted him, and that made him want you more," he kissed his burning cheek and grazed his teeth on his bottom lip, "which made me want you more."

The pair floated on the same wavelength: the boy moved back to his place and snuck under the duvet that came to his belly, watching as Dante followed suit lying on his side to face the human on his back. "If it helps, I want you both equally."

"It doesn't," he said, no hint of sarcasm or humour in his voice. "You're only digging your hole deeper thinking that way. You're also lying to yourself if you think we're on par with one another."

They looked earnestly at one another; that flow of electrified current swapping amid the two very ready hosts. "I never said that, but I won't try and make sense of what you're saying-"

"I didn't say it to make sense."

Nero defied logic as he kept his hands at his sides and clutching the sheets following the twin's hand to his chest, trailing a single finger down his stomach and dipping under the bedding that had done a good job at hiding his arousal until now; he could smell his erection a mile off, reducing the pressure of his finger the closer he ventured to the length throbbing beneath the unfair heavy blanket. Finally, he found his clasp, devilishly positioned at the lower half of his penis and rubbing his base with the coarse skin of his outer palm – he smirked to himself as he saw the employee's roll back into his head, awestruck at the fact that his hand barely closed around him. The human's hand found his silver roots as Dante's head bowed to his shapely torso, flicking his tongue over his nipples and suckling them, ripening the nerve endings and heightening the sensory conduits, drawing his life force to the areas it mattered most. "Dante, you're making it difficult to want to sleep."

"That wasn't my intention." He mounted him effortlessly and without breaking the points of contact. "I don't plan on sleeping for a while." The demon left his length to twitch to kingdom come, fluffing his hair to mouth-watering status and pushing it back for half a second, providing Nero with a chance to glimpse the unholy resolve in his cerulean orbs. He let the strands fall into his face, distracting the man below while he slinked lower on his hipbone to drop in line with his features, now easier to access and even easier to destroy. "I want you to look me in the eyes when you come."

Dante softly lay on the boy, playfully rubbing their noses with a sweet, calm smile that made him look unbelievable; inhumanely gorgeous and nothing short of being exquisitely surreal, he casually felt his way down the sides of Nero's body making his objective clear as day, holding his oceanic stare and the galaxies and life essence held within its depths searching for a reason to not go further – it was one thing to win the battle of seduction and another to hold him hostage underneath his hefty body weight. A mix of sleepy wonder stared back, lidded in impatience and fear for the wandering off his path of knowledge of the particular scenario. Upon seeing him freeze as it dawned on him, Dante felt his way back up and cupped his face with soothing a nourishing kiss that instantly relaxed him; the hybrid deepened their contact at the pair of hands on his lower back, roaming for Nero's own peace of mind and rounding his cheeks for a quick squeeze and a manly yelp from the being straddling him. His hand reached behind him, only to be stopped by the human and set back in place. "Let me," he said, shifting his gaze to the space between their bodies where he held his erection firm, pushing down on Dante's hips to slowly sheath himself inside him and spreading their legs so the man on top caught the full brunt of his arousal; as a favour to them both he kept him in place by the hips, pressing down and impaling him some more, getting a proper feel of his walls constricting on his length and imposing scorching friction of the third degree. Words could not describe the look on the demon's face as Nero dug deeper, ramming his body at an angle that forced the rest of him into the mattress; Dante reacted in the only way he knew how, scratching harshly at the linen and hiding his face in the boy's chest, showing off the impressive muscles on his shoulders and back. The human would have to rely on his craving of the man above to lead him through, unhindered by the foreshadowed doubt he obscured behind the embarrassment of not being able to carry through on his promise and yet neither twin gave him the chance to second-guess his abilities at giving them a taste of pleasure beyond their sibling boundary, to fully invest his all with no regrets in a literal once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Here they were, ensnared in bodies and wits, breaking apart at the slightest movement from the other half of the hankering exploit, feeling all and with everything they had and requiring nothing less than their entire form's worth of pent up frustration; Dante had underestimated his potential as the temporary mate judging by how well they'd gotten along, disregarding his sexual potential for something of a friendship among the three – above all else he didn't belong to their race and he feared for Vergil's reaction mostly, but now it was just a waste of time and nerves under heavy contemplation, going far too deep when all he needed was to look right in front of him at the boy who wore his good heart on his expensive sleeve, no secrets or hidden motives besides his newfound kink in half-devil lovemaking.

The digits pressing into the back of his thighs took its harboured strength and hugged the hybrid closer as he eased into the embrace, his heart and lungs racing against Nero's equally frantic chest. "I get it," he whispered, afraid of waking the sleeping devil next to him. "Right now, all I want is to see you crumble on top of me." His tongue found homage in the itching skin in the crook of Dante's neck, sucking until he winced at its tenderness. "I want that so bad."

He peeled himself off and rested on his elbows shaking his hair to one side with a twinkle to his eye so purely wanton that any fool who would ignore his silent plea deserved a punishment worse than death. "I'm not going anywhere." Dante resumed his earlier position, hovering over the boy with a complex sneer to his mouth, darting his tongue across the gap he'd made for a chaste kiss, one of the last he'd do with a clear mind. "Take what you want; I'm all yours, Nero."

Golden sparks fluttered under his eyelids in a flash, setting alight the fire in his loins and propelling him forward, causing a high-pitched breath to escape them both, the elongated expel soothing the force of Nero's first thrust into him. Dante kept his ground at the boy's sides and was pleased with the pace he commanded, unaltered and powerful, giving the demon a full ride in and out as his penis impaled him in all the right ways. He went against every ache in his body and kept still, allowing the boy the time to sufficiently inflict as much devastation as he needed, not anticipating the state he may be in after Nero's release. There was no doubt in his mind that he would do this without that desired outcome, but how long would he last? The correct answer would have been for him to take a step back and evaluate his own predicament a mere twenty minutes after Vergil was done having his way with him; another ten would have been enough to heal up, but it was all Nero's fault that he had to be thirsty while he was recovering. It was useless carrying these thoughts around whilst balancing at varied depths on the human's lap, deciding for a more comfortable position with his palms on his torso for that extra oomph gravity provided. The other man's hips levitated on the bed impatient at himself for thrusting so slow – he needed much more to get Dante in a frenzy accurately judging by the daily catalyst sleeping a few inches away. He observed the gap amid them alternate between wide and narrow seeing the manner in which his member mercilessly pounded into the hybrid over and over, hearing the resonant noise of their sexes drove him quickly to the cliffs of madness, hardening his shaft and feeling Dante tighten under the strain; the bigger man added his own sounds to the mix in moaning to their established rhythm, spreading himself wider for a bigger play area. "Oh! Dear! God! Fuck! Right! There!" This was what Nero was waiting for: rather than commenting some snide remark that may send him back to square one, they boy clasped his cheeks and split them like before, triggering Dante to fall forward onto his chest to gather his thoughts for a few stolen seconds before Nero impelled upward faster than he'd planned and observing that tantalising mouth gape open over his own. The cluster of hot breaths on his tongue was phenomenal, more pleased at the unforeseen antiphon than anything else; Dante clinched his grip on the boy's neck as he continued the persistent thrusts, hitching his physique to unholy places within the confines of his own psyche and unable to get a good enough grip on his sweaty skin.

The final round took an awful turn – as all Nero's sparks of genius did – jackhammering his last bits of energy through the hybrid's ass; slow on the exit and fast on the entry, it was wholly welcomed by him but not his body, mewling into the boy's mouth at the impulsive change in speed. Nero preferred this over his other movements, feeling his tip dig into him at previously unexplored peaks and as a result the twin clenched as he pulled out, dragging the skin of his penis along his canal and bringing them closer to their release with each thrust. This was, however, not the proper close to their mischief: the atmosphere had slowed immensely and Dante was calmer, breathing evenly without shudder and back to his normal expression of personified volatile sin; it disappeared in the air that had thickened with hunger and pre-orgasm hanging in the diminishing space of their delectable bodies; the twin began to shake under his weight, fighting with his limbs to keep steady at the hastened actions of Nero's hips pummelling his ass to dust. He bent forward to his ear, pleading with the man so content on his back fucking him to oblivion. "Just a couple more-" with a closed-mouth groan to follow, the bass vibrating along the human's neck; he wasn't one to disappoint, grabbing control of Dante's hips as well and grappling him in place. "I'm right fucking there, Nero!" Like music to his ears, he pushed his entire body back and lied flat on the boy's front, allowing him to nag with focus at his prostate and gripping Nero's sweaty strands by the root with shaky hands at his direly close relief. His frame jerked to a different tune, raising himself on his arms and legs triumphantly and in mild panic; his silver hair shrouded his features and veiled Nero's disenchantment at no orgasm splashing all over the sheets. How short-lived it was, watching Dante crawl up his form and setting his thighs on either side of his head and shoving his penis into the boy's mouth with a booming snarl escaping his lungs, pulling his face closer by the roots to not spill a drop of his cum. Nero obeyed obediently, sucking the stubborn remnants from the pulsating length until the twin had enough, collapsing next to him as dishevelled as you'd imagine.

"Nice touch," said the employee, turning to him in an arguably worse state, wiping the corners of his mouth for good measure.

"My dick thanks you for your cooperation." Dante slithered to his level, kissing him frantically to venture a taste of himself in the corners of his mouth.

Appropriately swelled and sporting a deepened hue of pink, Nero wrenched his lips away and flipped to face the opposite direction. "Shit, that was crazy."

He didn't like it one bit. "No no no, you can say that when we're done." He was met with a puzzled and drowsy look over a smooth, milky shoulder. "You don't think we're done, do you?" Dante couldn't resist trailing a finger down Nero's spine, snaking the few inches he needed to align their bodies perfectly. "You haven't come yet; we can't be done."

His eyes rolled into his skull at the contact; like leaning into the sexiest Twinkie he'd never eat. "I thought the objective was to-"

"I can exhaust you way more than this." He wasn't going to argue; getting Dante to say dirty things was his new favourite hobby; before he could laugh at his own brilliance, his outside leg was yanked back at the knee, wrapping around the bigger man's pelvis and strangely covering his mouth with his own hand. "Vergil may sleep like a rock but he'll definitely hear what I'm doing to you; it's just to be safe."

No warning, no countdown, no sound or sign to look forward to as a hint to the outlet of his new fantasy; the hand on his mouth should have given some indication but his mind was a million miles away, still on the blasphemous impulse of the demon's essence tingling in his throat, lucratively coating the itchy flesh that may accidentally be overused in the coming few minutes. Nero did what he was told and covered his mouth; set, even breathing through his nose instantaneously broken by a grown behind him of the feral class – there was no way to foretell the propulsion nor the power he screened after having just orgasmed, shooting the lower half of the boy's body like a ragdoll across the sheets and pushing the back of his head into the taut muscled expanse, coughing into his 'safe' hand with wide eyes and clutching his mouth at the seriousness of the predisposed caution. The twin pulled him in a crippling grasp, reinforcing his leg into position and holding him tightly across his belly. "What did I say?" Nibbling at his earlobe, Dante breathed hot air along the shell with the bottom of his frame acting separately from the tranquil upper half, thrusting without remorse into his tired body and gradually increasing the pace and depth of his undoing: poor Nero had nowhere to go, bending to alleviate the explosive pressure that had built within and holding his limb in place for the welfare of his own rationality. He gave in early, caving his spine and extending his reach to the sleeping form, jerking forward in short bursts so invariably close Vergil's exhales singed the skin on his nose. Dante drew him by the neck; flush, on fire, exasperated and unashamedly in tears beside tiny shrieks muted between his digits – deep and rasping, hoarse, dry moans lurched out of his throat, shutting his eyes harshly as the wetness smeared across his line of vision. Nero felt his way up the fiend's back folding his fingers through his silver mane and tugging unnecessarily hard, signalling the very painful arrival of his release. For the first time that night Dante was feeling particularly gracious, handing over his forearm for the boy to do as he fancied, immediately feeling the sting of the ferocious bite reverberating through the force of his invasion. He held the bleeding limb across his neck while silent pleas fell on deaf ears, leaving his fragile physique to be rocked by the creature's insatiable necessity to see him come with his own eyes to cap off their purpose of true exhaustion as they'd promised; it didn't take long once the familiar clenching of his walls set in, encasing his erection in every miniscule action until Nero held him close, spewing the creamy profanity from his member onto the dark linen and jolting as the final drops exited him in delight. Doused in satisfaction, Dante set to his own vices and moved harder inside, albeit for a short while longer, overstimulating the human to the fifth power and bringing him down from his high, dragging his penis through the tight ring of muscles at his entrance to stimulate his second orgasm, firing drop by drop until he was empty and falling back to his spot next to Nero, watching his hardness flop about and land on his tummy drained of all energy.

The human fell back and stared at the ceiling searching for shards of resolve, turning his head to his guest in mock disgust at the stunning smile slowly edging its way up his cheek. "I don't like you anymore."

If only he meant it; it would have held efficacy if he hadn't shifted closer and burrowed into his inhumane arms, planting kisses on his chest and collarbone. Nero watched him intently, conveying his want through the look in his eyes; Dante reacted accordingly, dipping his head to fall onto his lips in a post coital make-out session agreed to by the gods themselves. Driven by hankering lust, his traced the sharp edge of the boy's jaw gawking deeply into his young, blue eyes; the piercing stare punched him in his core and inebriated his senses, having to shake the morality back into his brain and its inner workings dissolving under the loving, innocent gaze in his direction. They gawked into one another's soul for a full minute, taking a step back in their warmth and calm to truly look deeper than the surface; Nero snuggled in his hug, kissing each of Dante's cheeks softly and tenderly enticing the demon's face to his own and breathing onto his lips, shy at the action yet waist-deep in want to care less about how needy he appeared in front of him. "I think I can live with that," he replied gruffly, leaning into his faultless touch and tightening the embrace, kissing with every fibre of his being.