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When the beam of light reformed his body, when the human and demon joined together once more and finally after all these years he was truly whole again, Vergil knew.
This body was as fresh as a newborn. Untouched. Pure. Virgin .
This body didn't have any of Mundus's poison coursing through its veins. The feeling of a constant pressure that made it hard to breathe finally left his lungs as he took his first breath. No raspy voice and loud intakes of breaths that sounded like they came straight out of one of the horror movies their father foolishly allowed them to watch.
The constant limp he has been spotting for years due to his leg breaking and never quite having the time to heal has disappeared without a trace.
The never ending hip aches disappeared. The ones he's been having ever since his bones gave way when he birthed his child at 17 years old with a body too small, too starved, too young to be healthy. His womb had stretched too far to accommodate the new life and had torn while he birthed his nestling. It never had time to truly heal, something had always felt wrong.
His long list of hurts has been erased, it almost felt like he never had them in the first place.
He was truly born anew.
Vergil never felt more alive as he fought his brother followed closely by his child. Nero's strong and newly unleashed demon energy blazing from his body like a beacon. He couldn’t help but feel something akin to pride swelling up inside him.
The small baby he had to leave behind on that island so shortly after his birth, to fulfill his purpose by avenging and protecting his family, was alive and quickly beating him in combat. He was certain that the result of the fight would have ended differently had he been in top form but his earlier tussle with his dear little brother had weakened him quite a bit.
Vergil ends up leaving his heart to the boy, a sign of a mother's love and a promise to return, even if Nero doesn't realize it.
Fighting against and with Dante made him notice just how much time has passed. In many ways Dante was still the same as before but he had also changed from the child he knew.
He was still his twin. His other half. His soulmate… but time had been cruel on the both of them, turning them into nothing but strangers after missing so many years of each other's lives.
The few meaningful conversations they had were painful, digging up the past and nightmares Vergil had just gotten rid of. But something inside of him, something oh so human , listened and forced the truthful answers to spill from his lips as old aches and harsh truths tore at both of them.
Dante looked even older than he already did when they were done talking. The dark circles and overall disheveled appearance from fighting with little rest, demon blood and guts decorating him like a toddlers first attempts at drawing, certainly don't paint a pretty picture.
Vergil forced his too tense body to move, only hesitating briefly before pulling Dante with him to the nearest infernal river.
After throwing Dante head first into the rushing water, he took care to clean himself up while he was at it, purposely ignoring Dante’s pitiful whining about the coldness.
It felt refreshing, reinvigorating even, as the rushing water gilded around his naked body. Vergil took full advantage of his first "bath" in over two decades and idly sat down in the water, his body fully submerged up to his chest, eyes closed and relaxed as he listened for any intruders.
The continuous splashing of Dante trying to get rid of all the dried up blood seized suddenly and was followed by the sound of someone wadding to his side.
"You okay, Vergil?" Dante said uncharacteristically quiet.
In Spite of an answer Vergil only hummed and beckoned Dante to his side. The water splashed up to his chin as Dante unceremoniously plopped himself down next to him, not close enough to touch but just enough so that Vergil could feel Dante's heat radiating from his skin.
The Dark Slayer gave Dante a critical once over now that his clothes no longer hid his figure. From his slightly broader shoulders over his admittedly very filled out chest, up to his face hidden by his too long hair and beard, a stranger with a familiar face.
Vergil reached out to Dante and when his fingertips made contact with his twin's skin for the first time in decades he felt like a small shock traveled through his body.Their powers met the other's, lazily swirling and dancing around each other like they had danced together for years on end.
A sudden intake of breath and the sudden rise of the chest under his fingers made him tense up a bit, ready for his brother to bat his hand away but just a split second later Dante relaxed again, his head falling to the side to face him.
Their identical blue eyes clashed as his hands made full contact with Dante's chest. He didn't dare break eye contact as his hands traveled up to Dante’s face, up his collar bone and throat.
And Dante the absolute fool let him.
The idiot nuzzled his face into the hand that had only brought him suffering without a care in the world.
After a long pause Vergil let out a small scoff. "You look like the dog that used to live at Misses Adeline's shop."
Dante's eyes widened before he let out a huff of laughter. "I can't believe you remember that! And I look way better than that old mutt! He always growled at me that little…"
While Dante grumbled about the heated rivalry he used to share with the old dog, Vergil drew Yamato and held her up to Dante’s face. The younger twin had stilled when he heard Yamato's song but loosened up again as Vergil held her blade up to his face, the shining surface showing his scruffy face.
"... is there any chance I could borrow her for a quick trim?" Vergil's unamused scowl made Dante raise his hands in defeat before slumping back down against the surprisingly comfortable rock.
Vergil dismissed his beloved sword and summoned a small summon sword, just at the right length to function as a blade.
"Allow me, little brother."
Dante became boneless in his hands the second he began to carefully shave his face. Vergil watched as more and more of Dante's face and throat became bare underneath his care. He couldn’t help himself from tracing Dante's features when he was done, feather light touches ghosting over every crevice of Dante's face down to Dante’s now smooth throat.
Dante's hand slowly, like he was a scared animal, came up to his arm, holding lightly onto him and pulling oh so gently.
Their gazes met once more but this time it was different. Vergil felt like something deep inside him magnetically pulled him closer to his twin. In sync their heads slowly leaned opposite ways and their lips met in a long anticipated reunion.
Getting back to the human world was easier said than done. After the last of the Qliphoth's roots crumbled to dust they couldn't just use Yamato to teleport out immediately.
The veil between worlds was too fragile.. It's comparable to a wound that just started to heal, one cut could open the portal again and tear the rift even further.
With Yamato's directions between battles and bloody stolen kisses in between they finally made it back home.
The human world has changed in so many ways since he was 19, it made him feel like he was a relic misplaced in time. Although Dante hasn't adapted much to the technical progress he at least knew what most of the stuff was.
Vergil felt very out of his element at times. He was used to being the most knowledgeable person and the sudden change leaves him uneasy.
At times when the static of all the electric devices becomes too much for his higher senses he hides himself away in the shop. No buzzing or constant noises to cause him the next headache, only his twin and the rare ringing of the telephone.
They fell into a routine almost effortlessly.
It seemed like Vergil had always lived with Dante from the way things clicked so smoothly together. Dante took care of him and so Vergil in return took care of Dante.
But there was always something stirring in the back of his mind when he was with Dante, a constant need to touch, to consume. He craved the contact between them like his lungs craved the air to breathe.
The brief touches and kisses weren't enough anymore. Now that his new body has been on a regular diet, no excessive and constant injuries or infections to deal with he could feel other needs starting to resurface.
The Dark Slayer knew that he was what humans would call handsome, beautiful even. He wouldn't deny that, afterall he was in love with his mirror image. Dante and him might no longer look exactly the same and what a shame that is, but the attraction on the surface was still there. That, of course, wasn't the only thing that drove him mad and made lust burn up inside him.
It was Dante’s ability to make him submit .
No one has been able to take him at full power and come out victorious but his dear twin. Every stab and every bit of demonic power brushing against his own made his blood boil and his pussy wet .
When Dante was out on a mission he couldn't help but touch himself right there in their shared bed, desperately jerking off while he simultaneously fingered his too tight pussy. The first time he entered himself, the sudden pain and tightness surprised even himself until he realized just how new this body is.
Vergil wasn't sure how to feel about his regained virginity. If he could call it that. He fooled around, and got fooled around with, quite a bit in his youth, not even mentioning the fruit his womb birthed.
Despite all that he was certain what he wanted to do with this second chance of his.
Whenever he was near Dante he forwent to wear his signature coat, leaving his arms and long legs on display, leaning over counters to show off his assets in his tight leather pants, deepening their kisses into something not quite innocent, spending more time with Dante on his hunts, showing off and flashing his powers for his potential mate but… nothing seems to be working.
Either Dante was a bigger idiot than he thought or he wasn't trying hard enough.
After countless showcases of his affection, Vergil's patience eventually ran out.
On a quiet Sunday he abruptly snapped the book he had been reading shut. Carefully laying it down on the table next to the couch he made his way over to Dante.
The red twin was sitting back in his beloved chair, reading one of his close-to-falling-apart magazines. Annoyed that a magazine was taking Dante’s attention away from him, Vergil ripped it out of Dante’s hand and carelessly threw it over his shoulder.
"I was reading that you kno-" Dante cut himself off with a startled yelp as Vergil sat down in his lap facing him. "What are-"
"Did I truly get all of the brain cells when we were in the womb together, dear brother?" Vergil sneered.
"Now that's just rude Vergil. What's up with the sudden hostility?" Dante replied and leaned back into his chair.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
Even more irritated than before, Vergil grabbed Dante's shirt and pulled him into a filthy kiss. He didn't give Dante any time to react before he took his brother’s arms from where they had been hovering uselessly in the air and guided them to his own hips.
He smirked into their kiss at Dante's surprised inhale and followed easily as he got pulled forward by his twin.
"Well, well that was a nice surprise. What's the occasion?"
"I am growing tired of your lack of action." Vergil huskily replied. The lust burned through him as he grinded down on the noticeable bulge forming in Dante's tight pants. Their mouths meet again and again as their tongues battled for dominance. They easily found a rhythm to Vergil’s grinding and Dante's hesitant thrusts. Shallow moans left both of their throats as they broke apart again, more flushed and aroused than before.
"I wasn't sure if I was reading too much into it, to be quite honest…"
"You are a buffoon… now take me to bed or I will have to search for another to quench my thirst."
He was sure Dante used Trickster as fast as he found himself lying in their bed.
"How eager you are to please, Dante." Vergil teased before his mouth was recaptured in their endless battle.
They both pulled and tugged away at their clothes, carefully making sure not to rip anything.
When they finally got to the main event after a long time of teasing, biting and kissing. Vergil suddenly turned them around leaving him sitting in his full naked glory on Dante’s stomach.
"Do be careful Dante, this body isn't used to brute force just yet." Vergil hummed as he grinded down on Dante's length with his pussy.
"What do you mean?" Dante panted as Vergil took his cock into his hands and lined the head up with his hole.
"You should feel honored that I am gifting you my second virginity." Vergil replied and lowered himself down. The lube and his own slick helped soothe the burning sensation quite a bit but he still couldn't bite down a pained hiss as he fully took his brother's cock.
He didn’t give himself or Dante much time to get used to the sensation or for his brother to reply to his revelation.
He was part-demon after all and if there was one thing that turned a demon on, it was pain and violence.
Vergil set a demanding pace. He sank his clawed hands down on Dante's abs and chest supporting himself and clawing bloody lines in his twins skin.
"We, ah fuck Vergil slown down , will talk about the virginity thing later." Dante groaned out as his hands found Vergil’s hips and pulled him down on his cock.
The poor bed creaked as their violent love making got faster and faster. Dante had braced his legs up a bit to thrust up into Vergil’s tight and wet pussy, mercilessly pounding into him again and again. Vergil lets his head fall back with a pleased groan as one of Dante's thumbs found his sensitive clit and started rubbing.
It was too much for his new body. Too many sensations combined with too much pleasure all at once had him spilling over the edge much sooner then he would have liked. Dante's dick felt even bigger and hotter as he clenched down on him during his orgasms, his cum landing on Dante's bloody and scratched up chest.
"Too much for you, old man?" Dante teased a smug smirk forming on his red dusted face.
"Don't get so cocky, Dante." Vergil hissed and got ready for Round 2.