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Nero was growing more concerned as each day passed. Dante had been dragged out on a girls’ trip with Lady and Trish over a week ago, and just a few days later is when Vergil started to be sick. At first he was just more irritable than usual, maybe more tired too, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Then he started to look worse, bags under his eyes, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, movements slower and more sluggish than usual. Nero asked when he first noticed but Vergil brushed it off, telling him that he would be fine, he just needed rest.
Then Vergil stopped eating too, and that’s when Nero became really worried. His father started spending more and more time in his room, only leaving to use the bathroom on rare occasions. Nero would bring him food and each time was unnerved further by his deteriorating condition. On one of his trips to the bathroom, Nero watched how heavily he leaned on his cane, how his hair fell from its usual well kept styling. When was the last time he showered, he wondered suddenly, knowing how highly Vergil valued being clean.
Each time he offered help in some way, Nero was met with annoyance and sharp, short responses. The time Vergil most behaved like himself was when Nero made the suggestion of going to the hospital. Vergil’s face, flushed and pale and clammy, grew serious, his eyes sharpening over the dark skin below them. “No.” His voice, which had become softened and breathless, was suddenly firm and commanding and left no room for Nero to argue with him.
Despite the countless denials of his attempts to help, Nero refused to stop offering it on the chance that his stubborn old man might accept it one of these times. The breaking point came when Nero brought another plate of food to his father’s bedroom even knowing it would be denied. He knocked on the door and waited for a response. Several seconds went by without one and he frowned, knocking again, louder this time. Still no response.
Nero could feel the anxiety starting to rise in his chest as he worried. He knocked again. “Dad? Are you okay?” He strained his ears and was able to hear a small noise, a tiny ambiguous grunt that he couldn’t tell what it meant. “I’m gonna come in,” he warned, worry too great to ignore any longer. He opened the door and stood at its threshold, looking into the dark room. The only light that came in was from the edges of the curtains and from the hallway, casting his silhouette across the bedroom floor. There was a scent to the room that stuck heavy in his nose and throat, a cloying, thick smell that made him shudder.
His eyes took no time to adjust and quickly zeroed in on Vergil curled up on his bed, a mess of sheets and pillows and even some clothes surrounding him. Nero quickly set down the plate he had brought on the closest flat surface and walked over to him, his frown deepening as he took in how sick he looked.
Vergil’s hair was a mess and strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. He wore an oversized shirt, the thin fabric falling off his shoulders and hardly hiding the underwear he wore, pants lost somewhere in the pile on the bed probably. His breathing was quick and shallow, sharp cheekbones more noticeable with how his face had sunken in over the last few days.
Nero chewed at his bottom lip, suddenly not sure of exactly what he should do. “Dad?” he said, his voice awkward as it tried to balance out the conflicting instinct to speak quietly so he wouldn't wake him suddenly. Vergil made a small sound in response, but that didn’t reassure him that he was awake at all. He set his hand on his shoulder and the touch burned through him so intensely he almost pulled back, Vergil’s skin radiating with heat. Nero pushed on though, carefully shaking his shoulder as he spoke again. “Dad? Are you okay?”
Finally, with a dull whine, Vergil opened his eyes. They slid up towards Nero’s face with a small spark in them before a heavy sigh left him and they fell shut again. “What do you want?”
Nero sagged with relief, the air rushing out of him. At least Vergil was coherent enough to understand him and reply, and even have a bit of attitude. “You didn’t answer when I knocked and I got worried. You seem really, really sick.”
“I’m fine,” Vergil mumbled, the words sounding heavy as they fell from his lips.
“You don’t fucking look fine,” Nero snapped back as his frustration grew. Vergil was so clearly not doing well and all he wanted to do was help and make him feel better, he couldn’t understand why he was being such a stubborn bastard about it! “At least eat a little something, will you?”
“Not hungry.”
“I don’t care if you’re hungry or not, you need to eat something. When’s the last time you ate literally anything? It has to have been several days,” he continued to argue. He stormed back to grab the plate he set down and returned to the bed, shoving it towards Vergil. “Eat.”
Vergil cracked his eyes open again, looking at the food for several long seconds. “Fine,” he sighed, finally giving in to the boy’s demands. He struggled as he moved his arms, getting them underneath himself and groaning as he tried to push himself up to sit.
Nero put the plate on the bedside table and reached out to grab him, a hand wrapping under his arm to help support him. The touch was scorching, as if Vergil’s fever was burning its way into his own skin. Vergil must feel it too from the way he flinches, his whole body shaking as Nero lifts his weight. He panted heavily as he sat up, holding onto his son’s arms to steady himself as he recovered from the effort it took.
“Dad, you can hardly sit up,” Nero said, even more concerned by how winded his father was. “I’m gonna call an ambulance, something’s clearly-”
“No!” Vergil roared. With a swiftness that Nero had not seen this entire time he had been sick, Vergil latched a clawed hand around his neck. Sharp points dug into his thin skin and he instinctively grabbed at his father's arm to pull him off. “Since you're so insistent on thinking something is wrong, then I'll fill you in. I’m not sick, I'm in heat , and my body wishes to be mated. However my mate is not around to do so. I've become weak and feverish and ill as my devil cries out for the care it craves during such a vulnerable and volatile time. No human doctor is going to be able to do anything for me, and anything in Hell would simply take advantage of my situation. As long as I try to save my energy, something you are making very difficult, and tend to it with self remedies, I should be able to hold out long enough for him to get back so he can mate me properly and soothe my devil.” Vergil breathed heavily as the adrenaline left him and he became tired again, collapsing back onto the bed.
Nero stood there stunned for several beats. The heat of Vergil’s hand on his throat lingered like a brand, and he stared at him with big eyes as he processed what he had been told. In heat? Like a cat? His mate being gone? Then that would mean- Nero’s eyes flickered down to the oversized shirt Vergil wore, to the clothes that surrounded him in the mess on the bed. Oh. He suddenly realized that his cock was hard and he wondered how long it had been. Since he came into Vergil’s room? Since he helped him sit up? He had no idea.
“What can I do to help?” He offered, his mouth suddenly dry. “I want to help.” He was embarrassed by just how eager his own voice sounded.
Vergil eyed him for a moment before closing them, like the act of seeing him was too much energy right now. “There’s nothing you can do, Nero. Unless you plan on mating me yourself, the best way to help would be leaving me alone and letting me rest.” He began to lay back down, exhaustion over taking him.
“I’ll do it,” Nero blurted out without thinking.
That was enough to give Vergil pause and look at him again, a spark returning to his eyes. “You would take me on as a mate?” he asked, voice curious.
“Yeah,” he replied and swallowed. He could feel his face turning a dark shade of red, shame and embarrassment making him want to regret his words. But the look that Vergil was giving him, the scent of him, as Nero realized what he was smelling must be some sort of pheromone, all went straight to his dick and wiped out any thought of backing out.
Vergil looked him over for a moment, his eyes lingering. “I wouldn’t have expected you to make such an offer,” he stated, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement. It was a motion that reminded Nero so much of V that his heart skipped a beat.
“I want to,” Nero insisted, and there was a whine in his voice that he didn’t intend to be there. He swallowed, tongue licking across his lips as he felt Vergil scrutinizing him.
“Hm.” Vergil raised a hand to gesture for him to come closer before he let it fall back to the bed, the effort he was putting into sitting up and talking so much clearly taking a toll on him. “Come into the nest.”
Nero nodded and sat on the bed beside him. Their thighs pressed against each other and Nero couldn’t help but stare at his father’s bare thigh, consumed with the thought of what it would feel like under his hand. He forced himself to look back up.
“How long have you wanted to be my mate?” Vergil asked, his body leaning towards Nero’s until he could rest his weight against him with a sigh. The excitement had given him a burst of energy, a spark of hope penetrating the heat that had claimed his body, but he was still tired.
Nero swallowed. How the hell was he supposed to explain? “When you were V. I thought that he, you, were…really hot,” he admitted, staring down at the floor to keep from looking at him.
“Mm. And what about afterwards, when I was whole again and you found out I was your father? Didn’t that bother you?” Vergil let a hand rest on Nero’s thigh and he thought he might nut right then and there.
“Uh….” He paused, his brain scrambling to find the words to explain through the humiliation what he felt. “No,” he finally got out. “No, actually. I, uh.” Shit, he could not think, not with the way Vergil’s thumb moved along him slowly.
His father made a small chuckle as he turned his head to press his face into Nero’s neck. He took in a deep breath and made a pleased noise that sent a shiver down Nero’s back. “You actually found yourself more attracted to me?”
Damn it, Nero felt his heart skip as Vergil said it out loud. He gave a short nod, his other leg bouncing with nervousness and excitement. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered out. “I’ve kinda always had a…kink, for things.” It was a struggle for him to get the actual words out.
He could feel a rumble coming from Vergil where he was nestled against his throat. “You smell very good, Nero,” he mumbled. “I can smell the arousal pouring off of you.” He emphasized his point by squeezing Nero’s thigh, his hand sliding up slowly. Nero gripped the fabric beneath them, his chest heaving as he felt his cock twitch with Vergil’s touch so close. “Look at me,” Vergil said and lifted himself from Nero’s neck.
Nero turned to do so, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at him. Despite how sickly Vergil looked, which, he realized with a small sense of relief, was slightly less now, there was a beauty to him that he couldn’t resist. Especially right now, knowing his father was in heat, having admitted his attraction to him, and having his intense blue eyes bore into him. They roamed over Nero’s face as Vergil licked his lips slowly, like he was anticipating a delightful meal. Nero followed the motion of his tongue with his own eyes, and after a brief pause Vergil asked for him to do exactly what he was wanting to do. “Kiss me.”
Nero didn’t hesitate, almost afraid that he would lose this chance if he did so. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to his father’s, something he had dreamed of doing for the last twenty odd years. It was like kissing a furnace and Nero wasn’t sure how he was going to survive any of this. Vergil let out a sigh and quickly opened his mouth to him. Nero pushed his tongue against his and moaned shakily, one of his hands reaching to grab onto Dante’s shirt to ground himself. What little experience he had with kissing, he wasn’t going to let that stop him from putting his all into it.
Vergil’s hands came up to cradle Nero’s face, his kiss getting more demanding as he pulled him closer. He leaned into the touch eagerly, moaning louder as their mouths moved against each other. Nero could have done nothing but this for days and been happy about it, but Vergil clearly wasn’t. After several seconds he was pulling away, far too soon for Nero’s liking and he whined like an abandoned puppy. “Take your clothes off,” Vergil ordered and Nero jumped into following his command.
His arms got tangled as he rushed to tear his shirt off over his head, struggling for a moment before it popped off and he was free again. Vergil had taken their moment apart to lean back against a set of pillows he arranged to prop himself up, watching as his son made an eager fool of himself. He watched in amusement as Nero struggled to get his pants undone and stood for a moment in order to push them off himself.
Vergil’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he stared at him, and Nero was suddenly insecure about himself. He moved his hands to cover himself but Vergil sat up and reached out a hand to stop him. “Don’t,” he told him.
Nero froze, nervous as he watched his eyes stare at his cock. “Is there something wrong with it?” he asked, unaware of why he was being stared at so intently.
“No,” Vergil said, firm but slow, as if even he was debating the truth to that. “You’re simply… much larger than I was expecting.
Oh. “Am I?” he asked in confusion.
“Yes, have none of your previous partners told you?” he quirked an eyebrow at him.
Nero felt his face go bright red as he looked away from Vergil’s face. “N-No,” he admitted. “I mean, I haven’t really….” he trailed off, face burning in embarrassment.
Vergil blinked for a second before a smile spread over his face. “Do you mean to tell me,” he said slowly, each word dripping from his mouth, “that you’re still a virgin?” Nero kept his eyes down as he blushed further from his words, only nodding to confirm. Vergil chuckled softly and gestured for him. “Come here, my son.”
Nero’s, apparently large, cock twitched at the familial term and looked back up, stepping forward to the bed. Vergil slid back and spread his legs open, enticing Nero to crawl between them and over him. He reached up and stroked a hand along Nero’s burning face, smiling at him fondly. “How fortunate I am then, to be the one to have you first.” Nero let out a small noise, pressing into his touch. “As is a father’s right,” he said as he pulled him down by the neck to swallow up the shaky moan he let out.
Nero kissed him back sloppily, uncoordinated and messy and endearing. Vergil laughed softly and gripped his hair to pull him away. “Undress me.” Nero nodded and sat up enough to get his hands at the buttons on the shirt he wore, shakily fussing with them to get them undone. He shoved the fabric aside and paused as he stared down at him, eyes wandering over the exposed skin revealed to him. “Touch me,” Vergil insisted, arching up to offer his body.
Nero hesitated for a moment before slowly letting his hands slide down his chest, instinctively cupping his tits in his palms. Vergil moaned low in his chest and his head fell back, pushing into the touch. His flesh was warm and soft against Nero’s hands and he licked his lips as he squeezed them, fingers rolling over hard nipples to get more pleased noises out of him. They were clearly sensitive, and Nero wanted to hear him make even more of those noises.
Without thinking, running only on the impulse of some deep instinct he had been ignoring, he leaned down and took one of his nipples into his mouth, dragging his tongue over the nub slowly. Vergil let out a sharp moan, his hands grabbing onto Nero’s back and hair to hold him tight. Nero sucked gently, pulling as much of his flesh into his mouth as he could. His instincts wanted him to keep going, desperately searching for something he had been missing.
“I don’t think you’ll get anything easily,” Vergil mumbled above him, a hand stroking his hair back soothingly in response to Nero’s soft whine. “It will take more time and attention before I produce anything again.”
Nero groaned as he pulled his mouth from him with a wet pop and switched to drag his tongue over the other nipple. “Wanna make you produce,” he said with a low tone in his voice that surprised himself.
“Patience, nestling. For now let us focus on getting me through my heat,” Vergil reassured him, stroking a thumb over his cheek.
Nero pouted but nodded, turning to press a kiss to his palm before moving further down his body. He kissed down the rest of his torso, pausing low on his stomach as he looked at the trails of light pink skin that webbed across it. There was a difference in how the skin laid on his body that he could feel with his hands too; softer, more elastic, a slight pudginess that gave under his touch. “Was it painful?” Nero asked quietly as he caressed the place that once was his home.
Silence. He looked up and Vergil was frowning slightly as he stared at his hands on his stomach. A pang of guilt sprung to Nero’s chest. “Shit, I’m sorry, you don’t-”
“Yes,” Vergil cut him off. “It was very painful, one of the most painful things in my life.” His eyes softened and his mouth twitched with a small smile as he reached down to brush the back of his knuckles along his son’s cheek. “But I have you now. I would go through that pain a hundred times again if it’s what I needed to do to have you.”
The sincerity of his words caught Nero off guard and left his chest tight, his eyes burning with tears that threatened to spill. He nuzzled against his touch and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his stomach, one part thanks and one part apology, and another part to hide as a tear broke over his lower lashes. He let his face rest against him for a moment, turning his head to press another kiss to him and breathe him in.
A mistake, he realized, as his nose was flooded with the scent of Vergil’s cunt. It made his mouth water and he sat up suddenly, his mind quickly refocusing on the goal they had at hand. He hooked his fingers under Vergil’s underwear and yanked without thinking. The fabric tore away from him and Vergil gasped at the sudden exposure, his legs spreading themselves further for him.
Nero stared in awe at his exposed pussy, his mind and heart racing. His gawking was only allowed to last for so many seconds before Vergil was wrapping an ankle around his waist and nudging him closer with a small whine. “Nero, please.” The encouragement snapped him out of it, only for him to be dragged under by another impulse as he fell onto his stomach between his father’s legs in order to bury his face against him.
He pressed his nose into the pubes right above his slit, his eyes rolling back as he breathed in a proper lungful of his scent. The stickiness of his slick clung to the lower half of Nero’s face and he licked his lips to get a taste. He moaned shakily and moved down lower, dragging his tongue over the stretch of his cunt.
Vergil moaned loudly above him, his thighs squeezing against either side of his head. “Yes,” he hissed out, rolling his hips into him. Nero grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, taking as much of his cunt into his mouth as he could, tongue exploring between his folds. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, his movements guided by what he had read and watched.
Which apparently wasn’t good enough. Vergil still made pleased little noises, but his hands grabbed Nero’s hair to move him how he liked, practically grinding himself over his mouth and chin. Nero let him, eager to be used and to let Vergil chase his own pleasure. Though apparently that also wasn’t good enough, because after several moments of Vergil fucking against his face, his movements growing more desperate and his nosies needier, he pulled Nero away from himself. He pet his hair back gently as he panted, smiling at the look of concern Nero gave him, his eyes asking if he had done something wrong. “I’ll have Dante teach you as soon as he returns.”
Nero let out a low groan and hid his face against his thigh, his fingers squeezing him as he felt his cock twitch. Vergil laughed above him and patted his head. “Does the thought arouse you?” he asked, already knowing the answer before Nero nodded. “How long have you been attracted to him as well? Was it when you two first met, before you knew you were related? Did finding that out just make you more attracted to him also?”
Nero whined and his hips bucked, his heart pounding as his face burned with humiliation again. “Look at me,” Vergil said with a gentle tug of his hair, and he did as he was asked. “You do not have to hide your attraction to us, however endearing it is to see you be ashamed to do so,” he said with an amused smile. He swallowed hard and nodded as much as he could. “Good boy,” Vergil praised with a gentle pat to his cheek.
The praise went right to Nero's cock and he groaned as it twitched against the sheets and clothes beneath him. He had never been harder in his life, it felt like he was going to explode. “Please,” he whined, looking up at Vergil with his big blue eyes.
Vergil chuckled and nodded. He sat up and began adjusting the nesting material near him. “Would you like to mount me now?”
Nero nodded quickly, his fingers kneading against Vergil's hips. “Fuck. Yes, please. Please let me fuck you, wanna fuck you so bad, wanna make you feel good,” he begged, whimpering as Vergil tugged himself gently from his grip before going still as Vergil flipped over.
The small mound of blankets and clothes helped hike his hips up so he wouldn't have to use as much of his strength to present himself. He laid down with a soft sigh and pushed his hips back, spreading his legs to show off his dripping pussy as he looked over his shoulder. “Then mount me,” he purred, his eyes flicking down for a moment to look at the size of Nero's cock again.
Nero's whole body felt like it was on fire now as he climbed up the bed. He knelt behind him, his breathing still as he stared down between himself and Vergil. Touching his own cock felt like it burned and he bit down on his lip, his balls drawn tight with excitement. He forced himself to breathe out slowly as he lined himself up with his father's pussy and pressed in. The scorching heat and wetness engulfed him as he sunk in almost halfway and-
He came.
It felt like getting punched in the gut as his muscles tensed up and he moaned shakily as he dropped down on top of Vergil, his hips rutting against him shallowly. His cock throbbed as he emptied himself, barely still inside his hole. It was all too much, like lightning under his skin, he needed something to ground himself.
Without thinking, Nero's teeth sunk into the back of Vergil's neck, the tender flesh giving way under the piercing pressure of his bite. Everything became static as he held onto his father and rode out his orgasm for what felt like way too long.
The world returned to him in fragments as he panted out his nose. First the taste of blood that filled his mouth, then the shaking of Vergil's body beneath him. Nero forced his eyes open, now thankful for the dimness of the room as even what little light there was felt disorienting. He unlocked his jaw and pushed himself up to check what damage he had done.
Blood ran down either side of his neck and soaked into the hairs at the base of his skull. “Shit,” Nero said as he grabbed whatever piece of fabric he could to press against the wound. “I'm sorry, I don't know why-” his words came to a stop as he carefully wiped away the blood. Underneath it, partially overlapping with the fresh imprint he had just left, was another set of teeth. Thick, deep scars that must have been left long ago.
And then Nero realized that Vergil's shaking wasn't from crying, but laughing. He twisted his head to look over his shoulder again, apparently unbothered by the bite wound. “Did you cum already?” He asked, his voice dancing with laughter.
Nero groaned in embarrassment and leaned back on his heels, covering his face with his hands to keep from having to look at him. “Fuck, fuck I'm so sorry,” he mumbled from behind his fingers. This was so fucking embarrassing. He wanted to be a good mate and yet he blew his load the second he got his dick wet like the fucking virgin he was.
The nest rustled as Vergil moved but he refused to look at him. “My sweet boy,” he muttered as he grabbed Nero's hands with his own, pulling them away to expose his face. Nero squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. He felt the gentle press of lips against his temple as Vergil sat his hands on his shoulders. “You're so much like your uncle.”
His still aching cock twitched but before he could think of a response, Vergil's hands were shoving his shoulders down to pin him to the bed. Nero opened his eyes as his father climbed over top of him. Nero opened his mouth to say something but it caught in his throat as Vergil grabbed his cock. He looked down at the way his hand wrapped around him and slid down his length.
The base of his cock was extra sensitive and he could see why. Underneath Vergil's fingers that held him upright was a swollen knot. Huh. That had never happened before. Nero wasn't given much time to think about that before Vergil swung one leg over his hips and hovered over him, strings of his own cum dripping from him and onto the bed and Nero himself. “Wait,” he tried to say but Vergil already had him lined up and was sinking down on him.
Nero cried out as that overwhelming heat surrounded him again, his nails clinging to the clothes beneath him. It was too much, it felt too good, especially with the pleased growl Vergil was making. He panted as he looked up at Vergil when he paused, a small smirk on his face as the edge of his hole rested at the top of Nero's knot, the head of his cock already pressed lightly against his cervix. He looked smug and proud, completely different from the sickly expression he had earlier, though there were still bags under his eyes and subtle shadows that shouldn't have been there.
Nero opened his mouth to protest again, to say that he was too sensitive, that they should stretch Vergil out before he takes him fully, anything to take a break. The air doesn't get a chance to leave his lungs as Vergil bore down on him, lowering his body weight until there was a moment of pressure and then the sudden release as his knot popped into his cunt.
Nero came again with a sob.
Vergil moaned above him as he felt his cock twitch deep inside him, his knot swelling further and stretching him. His pussy squeezed around him, milking every drop that it could, desperate to be filled and to soothe the heat. He sighed as he settled as comfortably as he could on him, the size of Nero's cock stretching him to an almost painful extent. All the better that he had taken the initiative to sit himself down on it now, it will be easier when Nero is fucking him properly. He looked down at his son and smiled to himself, enjoying the way Nero was trying to catch his breath.
“We'll have to practice on your endurance too,” he stated, letting his hands slowly explore Nero's skin. “You have good mate potential, with experience and practice you'll be fantastic.”
“R-Really?” Nero asked as he looked up at him with big, wet eyes.
“Of course,” Vergil said. “Had I not thought you had good mate material, I wouldn't have accepted your offer. However, you were already showing off well even without knowing about my heat.”
“How?” Nero asked, confused. He hadn't been doing anything out of the ordinary, nothing anyone wouldn't do if they thought someone was sick.
Vergil chuckled and gave a gentle roll of his hips, sighing as his cock rubbed against his insides and Nero had to bite his lip to keep back a small whimper. “You were very attentive to my needs,” he said as he continued to roll his hips in a steady pattern. “You continually checked up on me, attempted to make sure my needs were met. Cooked for me, brought me food even when I insisted I wasn’t hungry. Despite my stubbornness and refusal to accept your help, you continued to offer it, just like a good mate would.”
Nero groaned as Vergil praised him and held on tightly to his hips, letting him move at his own pace. His cock throbbed, arousal building again despite his oversensitivity. “Was worried about you,” he mumbled. “Wanted to make sure you were okay, wanted to take care of you.”
“And now you are,” Vergil reassured him, hands resting on his ribs as he rocked his hips more with another moan. “Do you know how confusing it was for my devil, to have someone acting so much like a mate while not being one?” He pushed himself further down on Nero's cock, groaning as he felt it strain against his cervix. “Especially someone who smells so much like my mate, who I've wanted to take as a mate for so long.” Vergil leaned back slightly to angle himself better, bouncing what little he could on Nero’s cock now that his knot had some time to shrink slightly.
“Fuck,” Nero whined out, nails digging into Vergil’s hips as he held on for what felt like dear life. “You’ve wanted me?” He asked in disbelief. The reality of what he was already doing still hadn’t fully sunk in, and the idea that Vergil wanted him even before this was absurd to him. Nero could rationalize this away by saying that of course Vergil took him up on the offer, he was sick and in distress and needed help, but the idea that Vergil would have accepted him in any other situation? The thought alone made his chest ache, as well as his dick.
“For quite a while. Even with your attitude problems, you’ve proven yourself to be strong, protective, and caring. We kept our relationship a secret from you because we assumed you would be distressed by the idea of your father and uncle being together,” Vergil explained, his movements getting a little faster, a little more needy. “Had either of us known you would be so receptive, let alone want to join us, we would have brought it to your attention a long time ago.” He lifted himself up higher than before and gasped when Nero’s knot popped out of him, slamming himself back down to force it back in with a deep moan.
Nero gasped and keened as Vergil repeated the motion. He was still sensitive, but thankfully it was giving away to pleasure again. He tightened his grip on Vergil’s hips, fighting the urge to drag him down with every movement of his hips.”Daddy,” he whined without thinking, quickly turning his head to try and hide his face.
Vergil moaned loudly and rode him faster, his walls squeezing around him as he reached down to grab Nero’s chin and turn his face to look at him. “Again,” he said, pupils blown wide so that there was only a thin circle of blue around them.
“Daddy,” he repeated moaning when Vergil squeezed around him again. “Daddy, please.” He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, for Vergil to go faster, for Vergil to touch him more, for Vergil to keep talking and telling him all the depraved things he had been thinking about his own son.
“Yes,” he hissed out as he continued to ride him. He leaned down and used the grip he had on Nero’s jaw to pull him into a kiss. The new angle made Nero’s cock hit different places inside him and he moaned against his mouth as he fucked himself, Nero's knot popping in and out of him with ease. “So good for me,” he muttered between their making out. “Filling me up perfectly, who knew I'd be so lucky to have a nestling so well endowed.”
Nero moaned back against his mouth, his hands squeezing Vergil’s hips tight and starting to drag him back against his own. He started to thrust back against him, the head of his cock hitting against the back of his cunt with every motion. It made Vergil gasp each time he pushed in and he dropped his head against Nero’s neck. “S-Shit,” he panted. “You’re so much bigger than your uncle.” Nero groaned deep in his chest, pushing his face against his father’s hair and breathing him in deeply, a shudder running through him. “Can’t wait until my next heat, can’t wait until I have the both of you tending to me.”
Something sparked in him, scorching up through his veins and escaping in a loud, deep growl. His nails sunk deep into Vergil’s thighs as he gripped them and heaved himself up, the sudden surge of energy and strength used to flip them over so that Vergil was beneath him. He shoved Vergil’s thighs up and open so that they were practically touching his shoulders, his knees and feet scrambling against the nest to try and gain purchase. When he got his footing he slammed into his pussy, using all his weight to drive in deep. “Mine,” he growled, voice dual toned.
Vergil screamed and clung to his shoulders, head thrown back as he took what Nero gave him. His thrusts were nothing but primal, some instinct in him guiding him to fuck him hard and deep, to cram his cock in so deep that his balls slapped against Vergil’s ass, the length of his cock forcing his cunt to stretch and accommodate him. “Yes!” he cried. “Yes, yes, Nero. My sweet boy, such a good nestling, taking good care of Daddy, making me feel so good.”
Nero moaned loudly and shoved close enough to press their sweaty foreheads together, long, white hair framing their faces like a curtain. “Gonna cum, gonna fill you up,” he growled out, thrusts becoming erratic.
“Please,” Vergil asked, taking one arm away from Nero’s shoulders to shove his hand between themselves and work his fingers over his clit rapidly. “Cum inside me. My son, my nestling, my mate,” he nipped at Nero’s cheek to get his attention, staring up into those slitted golden eyes. “Breed me, give me another nestling.”
That was it, Nero sunk sharp fangs into Vergil’s shoulder as he shoved into him, hips grinding against his father’s, the head of his cock boring into his cervix. His knot swelled and Vergil’s cunt cinched around it, locking them together so that Nero could only hump shallowly against him as he emptied himself into his womb, flooding him with another of his loads, but properly this time. Vergil sobbed as he came while he was filled, heat flowing through him but pleasurable and welcomed.
They gasped against each other, tense muscles slowly relaxing. Nero eased Vergil’s thighs down carefully, retracting his claws from his flesh and stroking his fingers over the punctures soothingly. He pressed soft kisses over the bite in his shoulder and along his neck, tongue rasping against the wound gently. “Daddy,” he said softly, nuzzling into Vergil’s neck and breathing him in. He smelled softer, sweeter, a pleasant warmth instead of sweltering heat.
“Nestling,” he replied, moving his heavy arms to wrap around his son and stroke his fingers through his flowing hair. “My sweet nestling.” He sighed as he kissed his temple, relaxing into the momentary reprieve from the high of his heat. He rumbled low in his chest, a deep, soothing purr that reverberated through both of them.
A calmness blanketed them, hearts slowing, breath evening out, sweat cooling.
Nero tried to readjust, his knot pulling on the rim of Vergil’s pussy and making him hiss. “Shit, sorry,” he mumbled, quickly stilling himself. He could bear some discomfort if it meant not hurting his mate, his father. He settled himself as comfortably as he could without moving and sighed as he relaxed on top of him.
Vergil trailed his fingers up and down his spine slowly with a thoughtful hum. “I don't suppose any of the food you brought me would still be good,” he murmured.
“Uhh,” Nero turned his head to look at the abandoned plate on the table. “Probably not,” he said, trying to hide his own disappointment with himself.
“That's alright,” Vergil reassured him with a kiss. “In a little I'll have you make me something fresh to eat.”
Nero let out a small purr and nodded, delighted by the idea of actually being able to get his new mate something to eat.