Archive of Our Own

It’s past midnight, the old wallclock ticks.

Nero wakes to the sound of restless shuffling. The fireplace they lit in the evening barely smolders anymore, though the logs are still so hot that their center is white. His eyes search the room, sleep nearly pulling him back, before he catches the shadow that shifts back and forth on the bed across the room. Where his father and uncle are supposed to be asleep.

The shadow pants, and Nero's eyes begin adjusting to the darkness. His face flushes red. He's well aware that Vergil and Dante are lovers, but one would think they might keep their hands to themselves for just two days while they're on a job across the country. Nero huffs. Those freaks can’t give him a break.

The shuffling and panting continue until there's a sharper, more sudden gasp. Vergil. He sounds so different— so small and delicate. Nero feels his throat start to dry.

Dante shushes Vergil, "Quiet, you don't wanna wake the kid."

Nero closes his eyes in case they look his way. They don't, not long enough anyway, because the bed starts to quietly creak. Dante has shifted his weight further on top of Vergil, and when Nero peeks again, he realizes Dante has wrapped his hand to cover Vergil's mouth. Vergil lies on his belly, grasping the pillow that’s halfway falling. The blanket has slipped, revealing his knee and leg, and how Dante's situated between his thighs. The thrusts of Dante's hips come down hard. It's a rough fuck, like two animals desperately grinding against each other in the throes of instinct. Even with his brother's hand muffling his groans, Vergil isn't entirely silent. Nero hears his discomfort loud and clear. Did they even pack lube with them? Are they that stupid?

Nero lies dead still until he hears a snarl, this time from Dante. He stills on top of Vergil, heaving so earnestly that the air must ripple around him. Slowly, the two brothers separate, and Dante rolls beside Vergil.

Then, they go completely silent.

Nero can’t even try to sleep. He stares into the ceiling, processing what he’s witnessed.

A shadow moves again and rises from the bed. Nero can tell it's his father without turning to him. Vergil has a particular way of moving that's easy to distinguish: he's impossibly lithe and his feet barely make a sound when they touch the ground. Were it Dante, he’d be bumping into every piece of furniture and groaning on the way like he’s been shot, but Vergil strides across the cabin so quickly that Nero barely catches a glimpse of his back before he’s gone.

A pillar of light breaches from the bathroom. The door's open, and for a short time, Nero hears water running. He gets out of his sleeping spot on the couch and walks to the bathroom. Stops on the threshold when the warm, bright light hits his face.

Vergil stands by the sink, a glass of water in his hand and a towel now wrapped around his waist. His hair is untidy, strands sticking in every direction of the wind. Nero's gaze wanders down his father's body. As pale as he is, as toned as he, as slender of neck, and he's got the same dusting of ashen hair on his belly. Only Vergil's legs are leaner, and the fingers around the water glass are narrower. But Nero is still growing. Still changing. He would very much like to look like his father one day. Thinks he'd be a fucking knockout then, too.

"Nero", Vergil says, and their eyes meet through the mirror before Vergil turns around. "You're awake"

"Yeah", Nero grunts.

"Did I wake you?"

Nero nudges his head towards the single room of the cabin. "You. Him"

Vergil shuts his eyes in what must be an uncomfortable realization. "Oh", he lets out. "I do apologize for both our parts"

"Are you alright?" Nero asks carefully.

It's probably a peculiar question, he figures. Vergil seems to take it as such. "Quite"

"Is he always like that?"

"Elaborate, child?"

"So inconsiderate of you"

Vergil doesn’t look particularly puzzled. Nero would like to know if he can still tear reactions from him that others can't.

"Did you—?"

"Watch you? Hear everything? Did I have a choice?" Nero refuses to be nervous. Refuses to chuckle like there's some lightheartedness to it. He just reflects what he sees in the mirror.

"I do confess this impulse of ours was perhaps not worth pursuing here. It was unprofessional on our part", Vergil sounds to lack any real remorse. Nero was hoping he would be more mortified than this. Can’t say why. Nero should know by now that Vergil feels about as much as a block of ice.

"You didn't answer my question"

"Because it's none of your concern"

It is Nero's concern that the man dating his father is humping him like a dog and not even getting him off. It's insulting.

"Just saying, if we were fucking, I'd do a much better job at taking care of you", Nero asserts. While standing in front of him in the doorway, Nero realizes he's as tall as his father, too.

"Nero—!"

That’s the ticket. Shock.

"I'm going back to sleep. Later"

Nero leaves Vergil next to the sink with his mouth fallen open and crawls back to the couch. The wide grin on his face doesn't drop even when he drifts off to dreams. 

Nero is the last to wake up. He hears the stirring of oil and smells the fresh coffee. Sunlight pours in from the windows of the cabin and hits the couch at such an annoying angle that Nero is immediately forced to roll off before his eyes start to melt.

"Look who's up!" he hears Dante broadcast from the small kitchen.

"Not me", Nero grunts as he walks towards the smell of breakfast.

Dante's cooking. Vergil sits at the counter, reading a newspaper that's at least a week old. He spares just a glimpse in Nero's way. Coyness suits him in ways Nero couldn't have imagined.

“Morning, father”, Nero snides and sits next to Vergil.

In response, he gets a lazy, “Morning.”

Vergil keeps his focus firmly on the newspaper, though he can’t be unaware of the way Nero looks at him. Nero relishes the awkwardness of it. Not every day can someone say they’ve managed to make Vergil uncomfortable.

"Need some of that", Nero demands and waves his hand in the direction of the coffee maker.

"Help yourself. You're a big boy now", Dante answers across the counter.

So, Nero does what a big boy would. He climbs over the counter, intentionally taking as much room as possible in the tiny kitchen where Dante's frying the bacon to crisp over the gas stove, and reaches for the coffee pot.

"Watch it", Dante snaps at him when they bump into each other, and the hot coffee nearly spills.

"Watch it yourself!"

Nero pours his cup full, leaving no room for creamer. He extends the pot towards Vergil, but he raises a rejecting hand without even looking at what Nero’s offering him.

"Don't bother with him, Nero", Dante warns him and flips an egg on the pan. "He won't drink or eat anything that we mere mortals can make"

"Maybe you're just a shit cook", Nero points out.

Dante turns to Vergil and snaps his fingers in front of Vergil’s face to get his attention off the newspaper, "Hey, your kid is cursing again."

Much to Nero's joy, Vergil doesn't take the bait. Instead, his father rolls his eyes. "And from whom, pray tell, has he learned such language?" Vergil asks, dry as bone.

"Don’t know a thing about that." Dante turns back to flip the final egg before piling them on a plate.

“The mystery persists”

Nero reaches over the counter again for his portion and fumbles his hand through the drawer for a fork. Uses the side of it as a knife.

"Oh boy, do I love charcoal. It's my favorite", Nero deadpans.

"So it's a bit crispy, so what? Rather pull them out too late than too soon", Dante answers.

"The same can't be said about you"

In the corner of Nero’s eye, Vergil's head perks.

"What's with the kid today?" Dante dismisses him with absentminded mumbling as he goes on to eat his breakfast. Doesn't bother him that the bacon's a bit dark.

Nero shovels the food, all the while he's painfully aware of Vergil's unyielding gaze on him. It’s a warning, supposedly, one he won’t be heeding.

When a phone rings, Dante puts his plate down and heads out onto the patio to answer it.

"So", Nero lifts his head and meets his father's eyes, "thought about it?"

Vergil seems no longer interested in the newspaper. He's facing Nero, sitting towards him, the back of his head rested into the wall behind him.

"Don't tease him. He will catch on", Vergil says.

"I want him to"

"You have nothing to justify this arrogance, child"

Nero hops down from the chair and approaches Vergil, parking himself right in front of him. "Think about it?" he asks again.

"I have done some thinking"

"Yeah?"

"You're very young"

"I won't tire you out, old man"

The corner of Vergil's mouth lifts, only slightly. "But you are mine", he admits, "and I suppose it is only natural to experience this... curiosity you described to me last night"

"Yes, father?"

The wheels in Nero's head turn like a well-greased machine. Vergil is about to agree— he's found some ultimatum that he's holding out on, just waiting to offer it. Nero drops his hand on Vergil's thigh and smooths over the leather-coated clothing. How he’s seated, Vergil is slightly below Nero's height. His lips are so damn close that all Nero has to do is bend a little to chase them. He does, so suddenly that he catches the slight gasp his father makes.

Instinct tells Nero to wrap his hand preemptively behind Vergil’s head in case he tries to flee. Nero feels more like a hunter now than ever, holds on just a bit too tight, having cornered his prey, wanting more right after claiming his first trophy. Adrenaline fills him when Vergil yanks him closer by the front of his shirt.

They kiss without hurry, lips swelling, hands grasping and groping, breath quickening. Nero feels his cock jump in his pants. It's not just the stimulus of Vergil’s soft mouth on his, it's knowing that his father has decided to let Nero fuck him.

Nero grabs Vergil by the hips and lifts him onto the kitchen counter. Their lips still wetly collide, little space left between their bodies. Vergil closes his legs around Nero's waist and ensnares him. Nero digs his fingers into Vergil’s thighs, thrill crawling in his skin.

"I turn away for one minute, and this is what I come back to?" Dante's voice echoes behind them.

Nero pulls away, more startled than he’d like to admit. Vergil rests his hands on the counter behind him with no intention of explaining their predicament. Nero understands he should take responsibility for harassing Vergil during breakfast— it is a bit tacky.

"I'll be sleeping next to my father tonight", he says. He can feel Vergil’s eyes in the back of his head.

Dante crosses his arms. "That spot is gonna be crowded"

"Guess you just gotta find another one"

"Vergil, any time you wanna weigh in here?"

Vergil's legs loosen around Nero's waist.

"We do have a prior commitment I must respect. I appreciate the item we have become, brother", he admits. "But I see no obstacle as to why we couldn't let Nero participate. Can you think of one?"

Dante lifts a curious brow, “Depends. Is that what you want?”

“Perhaps, though I haven’t quite decided if I would prefer a solo venture or not”

Nero scoffs with disdain, assuming at first it’s just a ploy to make him lose interest. As his eyes switch between his father and uncle, he realizes from their considering faces that they’re not kidding.

“We are not having threesome”, Nero deadpans.

“Somebody needs to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself, kid”, Dante chuckles.

“You should’ve heard yourself last night, out of breath after five minutes like you’re about to have a heart attack”

“Look how hard you’re trying to fuck your own father”

“Pot calling the kettle— he’s your brother!”

“Why the heat? You going through puberty again or something?”

“Why are you so threatened by me? Middle-age hitting hard? Can’t keep your dick up anymore?”

Vergil hops down from the counter and nonchalantly walks past them. “Your childish bickering is irritating me. I’m portaling home”, he decides.

“Wait— you! You’re not going anywhere. This is your fault”, Dante snaps.

Vergil cares little. He’s headed for their luggage when Dante hurries after him and grabs him by the arm, pulling Vergil close enough to whisper. They speak to each other in lowered voices, but Nero hears most of their exchange. He’s only offended they think he won’t.

“You don’t have to”, Dante says.

“You misunderstand us”, Vergil answers, almost kindly. “These days, I no longer do things because I have to”

“If that’s what you really want”

“We may discuss this in detail once we get home”

There’s silence, they stare at each other. Vergil pulls away slightly and his voice rises with confusion, “What?”

“Nothing. You just haven’t called it home before”, Dante grins.

“Don’t start”

They separate, the decision still left unmade. Nero supposes he’s meant to drop it, then. He’s not going to.

The cursed-looking door knocker echoes a hollow sound. Nero straightens his posture, staring at the eyeless shape of a goat. The decoration on the handle has worn.

Vergil opens the door, wearing something that resembles an old-fashioned morning robe. It’s deep blue. Nero bites his tongue when he tries to talk.

“Nero”, his father declares.

“I was just—“

“It’s raining”

Nero tries the top of his head. Might be his hair is damp. “A little”

“Come in”

Vergil steps away from the threshold, and Nero walks in, pulling the door shut after him.

“Dante’s not home, is he?” Nero asks warily.

“No”, Vergil answers. He’s got a book in his hands. “He’s meeting with a client”

Meeting with a client and leaving Vergil alone at home, Nero weighs. Could mean he’s away for two minutes, could mean two hours. He measures his robed father up and down. Worth the risk.

“You’re not gonna offer me anything?” Nero asks. “It’s polite, you know, when people come visit you”

“I did not realize you would be making a social call”, Vergil says.

“Guess so. You look more dressed for a sleepover”

Nero has always liked to think himself a smooth talker, but when Vergil’s face barely moves, he feels he needs to reconsider that title. Maybe flirting with his own father isn’t quite as simple.

“It is rather late for me”, Vergil explains.

“Don’t let me keep you from sleep. Was just gonna drop off the case file”

Nero is fully prepared to leave, doesn’t want to be a bother, but Vergil stops him before he’s out the door.

“Have a drink, if you’d like. That is what you do with Dante after a job is done, isn’t it?”

“Yeah”, Nero agrees. “Would love to”

“Come, child”

Nero follows Vergil into the kitchenette. He has never seen it so clean. The counters are spotless, practically shining, there are no dishes in the sink, and no dust on the shelves. It’s only a shame because Vergil certainly hasn’t become a homemaker through his natural fatherhood.

Nero sits at the counter and drops his bag on the floor.

“What does he usually pour you?” Vergil asks, examining the bottles underneath the counter.

“The bourbon”, Nero answers.

“I know the one.” Vergil narrows his eyes and takes the bottle in his hands. “Quite possibly the most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth”

“Other than Dante’s dick?”

Without a shift in expression, Vergil places a glass in front of Nero and pours enough to only cover the very bottom where the crystal bit starts. “If you must know, I have never done that.” Vergil puts the bottle down and rests his elbow on the counter. “I usually play the receiving role”

“Really?”

Vergil nods his head once.

Nero happily drinks to that. The smoke of the bourbon bites the back of his throat. Vergil sits opposite him and turns the bottle absentmindedly in his hands. Seems to be reading the label. Nero pushes his foot forward and rubs Vergil's ankle. In return, Vergil shoots a stern glare at him. It's intense, his eyes like ice.

For a fleeting moment, Nero understands to be frightened. Just one look is enough to remind him why Vergil is terrifying, and why Nero needs to break him. If he doesn't, he'll be scared of him forever, and Nero doesn’t do scared.

"You still wish to bed me?" Vergil asks.

"Yeah", Nero answers without hesitating. "Did you think it was just an impulse that was gonna go away?"

"You're young, you will have some of those"

"This isn't one of them"

"I see"

Nero's heart pounds in his chest. Vergil's yanking him around at this point, why else would he bring it up in the way that he does? They're alone, just the two of them, with liquid courage at hand and a whole house to themselves. Vergil's eyes never give Nero peace.

"Dante has given us his blessing", Vergil finally says and tilts his head curiously. "You may accompany me to bed tonight"

"I'm glad he used his head for once", Nero says victoriously.

"Don't be arrogant. Dante may be light-footed when it comes to... making new friends, but his demon is territorial. As is mine, and as I suspect yours will be, too. I have no need for the two of you howling around me like dogs. I am not a thing to be passed around, do you understand?"

Nero lowers his head and urges, "Yes, father."

He knows he hasn't been exactly mature about his little crush, but Dante isn't, either. They're not really in a proper relationship, Vergil and Dante, they're brothers, and still, Dante's first reaction was to act like Nero slept with his wife of twenty years. It's not exactly infidelity, surely even their devils can understand that much.

"I want to make it a good experience", Nero says.

"Do you now?"

"Of course"

"What you want, is to sate a need in your blood. I know it well, so don't give me that defiant look, child." Nero immediately drops the frown that’s begun to form. "We're attracted to creatures of power. You and I, and Dante, where else shall we find a match if not within one another?" Vergil drawls. 

"Nowhere, father. I never thought about it that way"

"You will discover the demon side of yours longing for plenty of things that might alarm you"

"Can’t wait. Dante never warned me about… any of it"

"And why should he?" Vergil asks. "You're not his" 

“Yes, father”

Vergil seems pleased. He finally looks away and rises from the counter. Nero feels as if he has survived a federal interrogation. Can’t quite tell if he’s allowed to breathe now.

“Come, then”, Vergil says uncommonly gently.

Nero downs his drink and hurries to follow Vergil out of the kitchenette. They ascend upstairs and venture into the bedroom. It’s the larger room, decorated with peculiar items of occult and a bookshelf that reaches the ceiling.

“You two— sleep in the same bed?” Nero presumes.

“Does it surprise you?” Vergil asks.

“A little”

“Why?”

Nero knows his father won’t be satisfied with a shrug of his shoulder. Vergil always wants more. “I thought you would like the independence”

“I have learned recently that solitude and independence are two separate matters”

“Humanity made you a philosopher?”

Vergil smiles openly at that. “I have aged, I fear.”

As Nero stands not far from the threshold, it’s Vergil who approaches him. Vergil raises a single finger to trace along Nero’s jawline, slowly turning his face further to the light.

“That’s the one thing I can’t fight”, Vergil mutters. “I defeated death, pain, even grief, but I haven’t quite figured out how to approach age”

“I don’t think there’s anything to be done about that”

“You may be right. Our human sides will age and perish when the time comes, but our demon sides are eternal”

Nero swallows. “What does that mean?”

“I cannot say. My, have I distressed you, child?”

It must be the point. Nero must be strong and fearless before Vergil will yield to him. It’s his inner nature that must be tried, Vergil won’t settle for anything less. Nero removes Vergil’s cold hand before it can crawl further up his face and places a kiss on the inside of his palm.

“No”, Nero whispers.

Vergil nods once, a low hum in his throat. When Nero puts his hand on Vergil’s hip and takes a step forward, Vergil takes one back, out of respect— as a sign that Nero must know what he does hereon out. Nero needs to take control and never let Vergil regret giving it to him.

Nero reaches out to kiss him, shutting his eyes and letting the feeling soothe him. There’s time, no one around to distract them now. They easily find tandem, kissing deeper, kissing slower, so no warmth they share will drip to waste. Nero locks his hand behind Vergil’s neck and draws him closer. Won’t let him pull away should he try. Nero knows he’s being greedy, his tongue in his father’s mouth while shoving him closer to the bed.

Vergil doesn’t resist when Nero topples him onto the bed. If anything, he enthusiastically crawls further on his back, Nero astride over him. Nero pulls loose the ties of Vergil’s robe and peels it from his shoulders. He lowers his head and kisses Vergil’s neck, over the crook and the throbbing of his pulse.

There’s a whisper, “Nero—“

“Yes, father? Did you need to take care of something else?” Nero asks.

“No, this is only— unexpected”

“That I’m kissing you? You thought I’d be in a rush?”

“Yes, I suppose I did”

“Better not underestimate me”

Nero sucks gently on the pale throat. The shallow bruise fades before it even gets to bloom. “I’m going to take my time with you”, he murmurs a promise he’s going to keep.

Vergil rakes his fingers through Nero’s hair. Burns pleasantly when there’s a slight pull. Nero lowers himself further, kissing eagerly over the bare chest. He stops at a pink nipple and seals his lips around it. Vergil hisses silently— so sensitive. Nero lets go, just teasing his tongue over it. He brings his hand to Vergil’s thigh and pushes aside the hem of his robe.

His father’s already hard, Nero’s happy to see. He gently wraps his fingers around Vergil’s cock and squeezes lightly. It’s nice-looking, he thinks, more slender than his. He rolls a thumb over the head in admiration, and a thin rope of precum follows. 

“Don’t get much use out of this, do you?” Nero can’t help but tease him.

“I sired you, didn’t I?” Vergil remarks.

“Since then?”

“If you intend to mock me, you’re doing very poorly”

“Was just wondering about you and Dante”

“What about us?”

“You never— top, do you?”

“We’ve had our share of experimenting. Some preferences root”

Nero doesn’t mind that. Not one bit. Vergil knows exactly what he wants, he knows his place. Nero knows his, too, and their match just fills him with confidence. He carefully traces his finger along Vergil's thigh. There's a shiver the further he delves.

"I didn't expect you to be into it, if I'm honest", Nero mutters. "It's so... vulnerable?"

"Perhaps so", Vergil's voice softens for a fleeting moment, "but I don't extend this offering beyond our blood"

Nero chuckles at the thought of his father only enjoying bottoming within his own family. "Why's that?"

"I trust no other"

"Makes sense." Nero can say no more as the revelation settles in. He’s one of the two people in this world Vergil trusts enough to bare himself. It leaves Nero’s throat dry. "Let me just get rid of these clothes"

Nero unzips himself and kicks off his pants. He’s made a wet patch in his underwear, he realizes when he strips. It’s a relief to get them off and finally free his heavy cock. Without thinking, he gives himself a soothing stroke.

Vergil stares right down at him, lips left slightly parted.

“Like what you see?” Nero asks, biting down his smirk. He knows he’s big— just wonders if he’s more than what Vergil’s used to.

What he gets as an answer is just a short, prim nod. Vergil raises his head enough to catch Nero’s eyes. He seems… expecting. Gone is all the contemplation and judgment.

Nero crawls over him to place another gentle kiss on Vergil's neck. He wraps his hand underneath Vergil's thigh and grabs a handful of his ass. It's his way of confirming the permission he thinks he was just given. Vergil spares him no resistance. If anything, he preens the more he’s groped, leaving his throat bare by tilting his head back.

"Where's the lube?" Nero asks.

"Middle drawer there", Vergil says and lazily throws his hand towards the bedside table.

Nero goes looking. He opens the drawer and pulls out the dark blue bottle. It's silicone, has a minty scent to it when the cap's popped open. Good stuff.

Vergil turns around and lies on his chest, head on the pillow, and legs spread invitingly. Nero stares at the dip in the small of his back and follows the curve of his ass. Has to be the finest he’s seen. Vergil seems aware of how he looks, splayed out like that, waiting for Nero, his jaw resting innocently on his hand.

“Getting cold feet?” Vergil teases him.

“No way”, Nero’s quick to deny. “Was just… looking at you”

“You should be doing plenty more than just looking”

They’re really in it now, it’s no longer just a silly fantasy Nero’s obscene mind has conjured. He takes his place between Vergil’s thighs and pours some of the lube on his fingers. Breathes out before he starts probing his father's ass. He pushes a single easy digit past the rim, watching as the second knuckle vanishes.

Vergil sighs and rubs his cheek into the pillow. Nero pulls out just to push back in, slowly stretching the rim.

"You have any toys?" he asks. None that he could see in the drawer.

"No", Vergil answers.

"I think you'd like wearing a butt plug"

"Perhaps I would"

Nero lathers more lube directly over the hole and starts fitting in another finger. Vergil keeps quiet, his entire body slack.

"They come with crystals at the end. I could get you a blue one", Nero suggests playfully.

"If you do, I will wear it for you", Vergil promises.

Nero reaches to press his mouth on Vergil's nape. "It'd look really pretty— you’d look pretty", he whispers in between the kisses he plants. "Get you a whole set of them, different sizes, keep you stretched out"

Vergil suddenly hisses between his teeth. Nero has stuffed both his fingers in to the first knuckle, squeezed in tight. He gets light-headed just from thinking about how nice Vergil will feel around his cock.

“I think—”, Vergil sighs, “I would still prefer this sensation”

“Yes, father”

Pumping his fingers in and out, Nero tries different angles, chasing some approval from Vergil, even another hiss would do for him. He slips easily past the rim, lube collecting between his fingers.

“Gonna try you now”, Nero mutters and pulls away just to grab his cock.

Vergil glances at Nero above his shoulder, a curious look on his face. He watches keenly as Nero nocks his cockhead against the rim. Nero’s careful about it, keeping his hand on his cock and pressuring just the slightest amount. He gets braver when Vergil rolls his hips in an effort to meet him. There’s a sudden slip; Nero presses harder than he means to, gasps when it suddenly gets so tight, and his cock vanishes a good couple of inches past the rim.

Vergil yelps and jerks back into the bed. Nero quickly stills and raises his head, brows knitting together. Stings in his chest that Vergil felt the need to pull away from him like that.

"Sorry", Nero hurries to say, so embarrassed that his entire face burns. "Too hard?"

"Slightly", comes a delayed, strained answer.

"I'm sorry"

Nero drops back on his legs and coats his fingers in more lube before pressing them inside. "I'll warm you up more", he promises.

The tension on Vergil's thighs lets up, and he eases back into the bedding. His head falls to the pillow, and Nero hears a heavy sigh he relishes. Can't afford to be impatient again. Can't force it in, can't hurt his father. His cock glistens with a layer of lube in the dim bedroom light. The head alone is wider than the hole, even when already stretched around his fingers, Nero measures with his eyes.

"Could you maybe turn around?" Nero suggests carefully. He isn't sure if Vergil would be alright with the option. From behind, Nero is scared of pushing in too deep.

"I can turn around", Vergil answers.

Nero pulls away and lets Vergil turn. His cheeks are flushed, it's impossible not to notice against the fair complexion. 

“I’ll try again, alright?” Nero asks.

“Go ahead”, Vergil permits.

Nero chews on his lower lip. Hates how nervous it makes him, with Vergil’s eyes never leaving him. Nero shuffles closer and grabs Vergil by the hips, propping him into a better position. Patiently, he presses his cock back to the entrance and starts slowly fitting it inside. He takes his time, stilling whenever Vergil hisses, and lifting his hips again when he eases.

The option of pulling out wanes after a firmer thrust of Nero’s hips. Vergil grips around his cock, and Nero nearly chokes in his own gasp.

“Fuck”, he curses, “that’s good—“

Vergil doesn’t answer him. His face is twisted, and he’s sucking on his teeth. Nero gives him a moment before rocking his hips again, but Vergil never seems to relax as he did previously. The intrusion tears sharp gasps from him. Nero doesn’t even consider moving before Vergil locks his legs behind Nero’s waist. Wouldn’t do that if he wanted Nero to withdraw again.

“Go ahead”, Vergil entreats again, softer, and shuts his eyes.

That’s all the encouragement Nero needs. Another thrust, and Vergil shivers around him. Nero’s deep inside him now, pleasure starting to burn in his belly. He’s never felt a thing so exquisite.

Nero holds his father down when he squirms, nails denting the skin below. Vergil's lids shudder, and he moans when Nero bottoms out. It's easily the best thing Nero's ever heard, so profound and intense. It's out of character for Vergil to ever make a sound at all, and this is Nero fucking that noise out of him.

"It's not too big for you, is it?" Nero asks, baiting for the praise he knows he's entitled to.

"You are... well-equipped for pleasure", Vergil breathes out.

Nero hums to himself and lifts his hips again. Vergil's body clings to him, and each inch Nero dares to pull out, he feels himself swiftly pulled right back in. The bed creaks quietly as Nero adjusts his weight, hooking his arms below Vergil's thighs and raising his legs onto his shoulders. It's a better angle: lets him fuck deeper, hit just the right spots. He wants his father to sing for him.

Sing he does. Nero thrusts at a steady pace, and Vergil moans, neck arched and a fistful of sheet bundled in his hand. It’s written on his face, how all his ache’s undone and how he finally unravels. Vergil’s legs are too shaky to stay in that position for long, but Nero makes sure to place a kiss on his ankle before he falls back to the bed.

Vergil tries raising himself onto his elbows for a better look between them. Wants to see how easily Nero's cock sinks inside of him. After another thrust, he slumps back down and cries out. Nero grinds that same spot, relishing how Vergil can’t keep his mouth shut anymore.

"Good right there?" Nero asks, though he already knows the answer.

"Yes", Vergil answers. He swallows painfully and completely drops his head onto the bed.

There’s no resistance anymore. Nero’s thrusts come without effort, the glide’s just perfect. Each time, he stuffs his cock to the base, taking every advantage of how open Vergil is for him. He's jelly in Nero's arms, ragdolling as Nero rolls his hips and his moans become thick as porridge. His cock's leaking against his belly, but Nero has no intention of touching him, not before he's sure he can't make Vergil come without. Wants to make it a good experience— the best one.


"You've got no idea how badly I've wanted this", Nero sighs. 


"Enlighten me, child?" Vergil's voice starts coming apart. He tries his best to keep his composure, but they're both beyond that now.


"Tired of seeing you unsatisfied. You've got that look, like you haven't been properly fucked in ages"


"I have, I assure you"


"Then why're you doing that?" Never stops moving his hips. "Why are you so tight around my dick, moaning and whining like it's the best thing you've ever had?"


Vergil tries to smirk through the merciless stretch, eyes glinting. "Because—", he licks his lips, "it's not unpleasant for me, either"

Unpleasant, something only his father would say. Nero doesn't have to bear it, not when he's in control. Drawn hands along Vergil’s waist, he picks up his pace, turning Vergil's smug look into tangles. 

“And it's not hurting? Not even a bit?” Nero makes sure. 

Vergil presses his lips together and quickly shakes his head. Can’t form the words, he’s losing himself. Nero prefers him like that, brainlessly whimpering and trashing on the bed.

“I think that’s how you like it anyway”, Nero grunts and leans back to watch how his cock vanishes behind the stretched rim. The lube’s gleaming. “Fuck, that’s pretty”

“Nero—“

Nero turns his head at the whisper and finds Vergil’s hand reaching for him. He leans over his father and lets the hand snake behind him, grasping at his back. Nails delve under his skin.

“Sorry”, Nero murmurs. “I’m right here”

Vergil exhales heavily. If he didn’t know better, Nero would claim he sounds relieved. Nero chases the good spot again, rolling his hips keenly where he knows it will feel best for Vergil. The credit comes instantly; Vergil throws his head back and groans deep in his throat. His entire body shudders, eyes spun deep into his skull. Nero just grinds down harder, doing his best to ignore the overwhelming feeling of heat that rises in his body. It’s not his style to finish before his partner, and he’s sure not going to disappoint his father.

“That’s perfect“, Vergil heaves, and braces his hand on Nero’s shoulder as if he’s starting to drown. His voice is mad, words strung tightly together. Nero could live on the joy of it the whole year. “You’re perfect, Nero— so proud of you, my perfect son”

Nero thinks the bed disappears for a moment. Can’t ground himself. Can’t finish a thought. The pleasure bursts in his gut, and before he knows, he’s spilling a load of cum inside his father.

“Fffuck”, Nero groans, the strength of his orgasm making his hips stutter. It smolders long after, but the strain in his body doesn’t yet ease. Has to stop. “Give— gimme a minute”, he heaves.

“Take two”, Vergil says leniently.

Nero doesn’t pull away. He hides his face into Vergil’s neck, inhaling the salt of his skin while trying to gather his composure. It’s not fair— Vergil can’t get to drive him insane and nearly reduce him to tears from how violently he just came.

He’s still hard. Thank fuck for that. Nero tries rolling his hips and immediately snaps his teeth together from how sensitive he’s become. Needs to push past that. They can’t be done yet.

“You wanted it from behind before?” Nero ensures, scrambling to keep his voice intact.

“Yes”, Vergil rasps.

“Is that what you prefer?”

“As of today, I’m no longer so sure”

Nero grins. Gives him just the will he needs. “Let’s try”, he decides and pulls out, making Vergil whine. It’s both hurt and longing. A mix of cum and lube covers Nero’s cock. “Turn”

He’s never seen Vergil move so sluggish. He rolls over and slumps down on his chest like a bag of rocks. Nero climbs over him and parks between Vergil’s thighs. This time, it’s much easier to enter him. Nero already missed the warmth of his father’s ass, sinking back inside in a hurry. Vergil grasps the sheets and lets out a strangled moan.

Nero pins him to the bed with his weight. Doesn’t hesitate to grab Vergil by the hair and shove his face into the pillow. He starts building pace again, burying his cock into the root. The harder he rocks his hips, the more desperate Vergil’s muffled moans get. He throbs around Nero, nearly bringing him to the brink again. A wet slap follows when Nero grinds against the back of Vergil’s hips.

“Is that hard enough for you?” Nero whispers, pulling Vergil’s hair to yank his head back. He nuzzles Vergil’s warm cheek and delights in how quickly Vergil leans into him.

“Yes— don’t stop”, Vergil sighs.

“I won’t”

Nero wraps his arm around Vergil’s chest, pinning him tighter against him. He feels each shudder of Vergil’s body and hears each slight crack of his moans. Sweat beads on Nero’s forehead as he continues to roll his hips.

“I’m so close”, Vergil falters, dragging his nails across Nero’s arm.

Nero can tell; Vergil squeezes around him tight as sin. He’s fallen completely slack, trapped under Nero, easy to prop and manipulate however Nero wants— he pulls his father’s hair, kisses, licks, and bites his exposed neck, and no matter how hard Nero fucks him, Vergil keeps taking him.

For someone so prim and bossy, Vergil's the perfect fuck. He voices no discomfort, knows to spread his legs and take what he deserves without qualms. Nero doubts he's ever fucked a hole as willing as his father's.

Vergil’s whole body tenses underneath Nero, and his nails on Nero’s arm break the skin. He must draw blood, but Nero doesn’t mind if he does. A war wound or two from making love to his father should be received as a trophy. Vergil cries out when he comes, and Nero continues rocking his hips. Doesn't want to allow him a moment to ride the pleasure alone, that wouldn't be right. Nero holds Vergil tighter to keep him from shuddering. As soon as Vergil gasps, Nero kisses him, swallowing what turns into a desperate whimper.

“Off”, Vergil heaves against his lips.

They can have a breather, Nero supposes. He obeys and slowly pulls out. Vergil hisses deliciously and twists the pillow in his hand, already too accustomed to having Nero inside of him. He crawls for some distance like a wounded animal, chest rising and lowering rapidly. Nero keeps his hand on Vergil’s waist to keep him from getting too far.

"Nero", there's a mumble.

"Yes, father?"

Nero's a good boy. He nuzzles his face into Vergil's neck and kisses him where he can feel the pulse beating madly. It's quite the high, he can tell.

"You must— help me to the shower", Vergil says.

"Now?"

"Yes"

Nero doesn't move an inch and shakes his head. He tucks aside a couple of strands of Vergil's hair that have fallen on his face. "But I'm not finished with you yet", he says softly.

Vergil turns to him, eyes glassy and cheeks glowing. Looks perfectly fucked out. Hard to take him seriously, even if his voice toughens.

"I said—"

"I heard what you said", Nero cuts him off. "Did you hear what I said? I'm still going to fuck you." He climbs over Vergil again and shoves his knee between Vergil's legs to keep them from closing. "I know how this works, father. I know I gotta take the things I want in this house"

Vergil is almost able to raise a brow at him. He doesn't look shocked in the slightest. If anything, the corner of his mouth lifts.

"Did my brother tell you that?" he asks, sobering.

"No, I figured it out all by myself." As if Nero doesn't know the stuff his father is into. Vergil doesn't hand out pity-fucks, he needs to be cornered and grabbed by the neck, tamed like a wild creature so that, for a moment, Vergil can believe there's someone mightier than him on this earth.

"How clever you are, child"

Nero grins to himself as he takes his still-hard cock in his hand and pushes back inside his father. Vergil snarls, no doubt sore from the activity. His walls feel like silk, his hole's puffy and stretched out, so easy to enter that Nero presses all the way in.

"How are you not sated yet?" Vergil whines.

"Told you I was gonna tire you out", Nero teases him.

"I'm not tired"

"No, but you will be when Dante gets home. Doesn't he always wanna fuck you before bed?" Nero feels Vergil throb around him. "He can have what's left of you when I'm done, but not before"

"You're not eager to share?"

"I'm an only child, I don't gotta share"

If Vergil is amused by the joke, Nero doesn’t wait to find out. He pulls away suddenly and thrusts back in. He proceeds to roll his hips at a set pace, fully knowing Vergil is likely too sore to come again. That's alright, it's for the love of the sport. He wants to ruin his father, leave him with a memory so vivid that even age can’t undo it. If the pining moans that spill from Vergil tell him anything, Nero’s achieved just that.

It’s a wonder Vergil takes it all without a complaint. Without ever asking for clemency.

Nero buries his fist in Vergil's hair and fucks him until he can't anymore— eventually, his balls start to hurt. Trying to shoot an empty gun. He can hear blood rushing in his head. That's a first for him. Nero lets go of Vergil and pulls out. The lube has started to dry up, too.

"Still wanna shower?" Nero asks and drops his head to Vergil's shoulder. He caresses his back down to the dip of his waist.

Vergil grunts. Must be affirmative. His eyes are shut tightly, and he keeps holding onto the pillow. For a second, Nero’s worried he has actually managed to break him.

"Or a bath? I know there’s some scented bath bombs"

"Sounds... curious”

"I'll get it ready for you”

Nero hops down from the bed. There's a satisfying strain on the back of his thighs as he walks to the bathroom. He plugs the tub and leaves the water running, as hot as it gets. Sits down at the edge to wait. The bath bomb he throws in turns the water a lovely shade of baby blue.

"It's ready!" he shouts for Vergil and turns off the water. “Do I need to come carry you?”

“No”, comes the humorless answer.

Vergil walks into the bathroom, without wobbling, much to Nero's misfortune. His lids are leaden, and there's still an unusual color on his cheeks, but other than that, Vergil is composing himself. He slips into the tub, and Nero follows.

They won't struggle sharing the space. Vergil rests his head back, sighing heavily as his body eases into the water. Nero crawls over his legs.

"Can you sit up okay?" Nero asks.

"You wish to hear of your accomplishments", Vergil translates stalely.

"Maybe"

"I must disappoint you, child. I am quite fine"

"You can still feel me, though?"

Vergil bites his teeth together and answers between them, "I can."

Nero smirks at him. "Come here, I know just the way to relax you”

Although the initial look Vergil gives him is one of suspicion, he doesn’t resist when they switch spots, and Nero pulls Vergil to rest between his legs, back towards his chest. Nero brings his hands over Vergil’s shoulders and begins to rub him.

“There’s a thing here”, Nero mutters, pressing his knuckles under the back of Vergil’s neck.

“A thing?”

“Tension, in the muscle”

“Don’t be daft. I don’t get tension”

“Hmm”, Nero considers thoughtfully, rubbing the spot harder. “Maybe you’re showing your age again”

Vergil side-eyes him over his shoulder, venomously. Nero pretends he doesn’t notice. “Put your head back, I can’t hit the right spot if you move around”, he says nonchalantly, and continues massaging when Vergil turns away.

Once safe from the glare, Nero smiles to himself. It’s obvious Vergil enjoys it: his entire body eases in Nero’s hands, and sooner than later, he’s resting against the edge of the tub while Nero massages through the sore spots of his back.

"I think we're catching up", Nero says.

"To what?" Vergil's voice is quiet.

"You know, all the time we didn't spend together"

"Is that why you wished to be my lover, child? Is this how I pay for my lack of presence?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me"

"And this— suffices for you?"

Nero doesn't think anything they do will ever suffice for the solitude of his childhood. He can fuck Vergil as many times as he likes, hunt as many demons as they can find, and he'll even listen to as many poems as his father wants to read to him, but it's never going to fully close that weeping chasm.

"I don't know yet", Nero admits.

"Thank you for your honesty", Vergil says.

"I’ve been meaning to ask..."

"Yes?"

"Would you have liked to be there for me, earlier, if you knew about me?"

Vergil answers quicker than Nero expects, though his voice lacks enthusiasm, "I suspect knowing would not have been enough. I was not exactly free to do as I liked"

"Because you were in Hell?"

"Yes, we may leave it at that"

"As you wish"

Nero knows better than to ask about it. Dante has warned him several times not to pry into what happened to Vergil—it's a cursed topic. Doesn't make him any less curious, though. Vergil suddenly rises, forcing Nero to pull away.

“I must sleep”, Vergil explains as he climbs out of the tub. Water hits the tiles around him.

Nero doesn’t point out how convenient the timing is. As soon as they’re discussing something remotely sensitive, Vergil flees. Nero pulls the plug from the tub and rises himself, too.

The shower starts running. At first, Nero’s intend on opening the glass shower door, but stops himself. It almost comes instinctually. He lets Vergil decide their distance while he’s rinsing off the soap left from the bath.

“Need any help?” Nero offers.

“No”, Vergil answers over the rushing water. He switches it off. “Do you need help?”

Nero can’t tell if he’s trying to be patronizing. “No, just… being polite”

As soon as Vergil steps out of the shower, Nero takes his place. He’s quick about rinsing the soap.

“I’ll need a towel”, Nero says. Vergil hands him one from the cabinet under the sink. “Thanks.” Nero dries himself hurriedly.

“Will you stay the night? It’s rather late”, Vergil remarks.

“Suppose I could. Dante won’t mind?” Nero asks, though he isn’t sure why.

“I doubt it”

“Alright then”

Nero should be flattered. Makes him feel like it won’t be just a one-night stand. There’s intimacy to it when he considers getting to crawl back to the same bed where he just fucked his father.

The sheets haven’t survived them; there are wet patches all over. Vergil yanks the blankets to the ground and carries the sheets to what must be the laundry. He brings a fresh one with him.

“Let me”, Nero offers.

“No”, Vergil says almost angrily. “I don’t want wrinkles on it”

Nero rolls his eyes condescendingly. “I won’t wrinkle it. I know how to make a bed”

Vergil looks at him suspiciously before surrendering the other end to Nero. They pull the sheets in place and secure the ends.

“See?” Nero asks and throws the blankets back on the bed.

“I stand corrected”, Vergil admits.

Nero tries on his best told-you-so-look. Vergil pays him no mind. He pulls the robe over his shoulders, the same one he was wearing before, and selects a book from the shelf. Props up a pillow and seats himself on the bed. The Byzantine Wars, reads the back of the book. Nero climbs to the other side of the bed and drags one of the blankets over himself. Makes sure to pull it over Vergil’s legs, too. For a brief moment of gratitude, Vergil hums.

“You mind?” Nero asks carefully as he shuffles closer to him.

“No”, Vergil answers, eyes on the book.

Nero drops his head on Vergil’s lap. Soon, absentmindedly, as if he doesn’t quite mean to, Vergil runs his fingers through Nero’s damp hair. It’s a soothing, light touch, something Nero never knew to long for.

In that position, he falls asleep.

Something pulls Nero from his sleep before it's morning. The warm hue of a night lamp calls him to turn around. He’s fallen from his father’s lap and somehow found his way to a pillow. Vergil is sitting up next to him, the same book in his hands from last night.

"You haven’t slept", Nero mutters drowsily.

"I have not", Vergil agrees and flips a page.

"Everything alright?"

Vergil's brows furrow. He nods, at first, somewhat hastily, before he looks at the clock on the bedside table. "I thought Dante would be home by now", he says then, and lowers the book to his lap. It's irritation that moves his face next.

"He probably just hit a bar", Nero bets and shuffles closer to his father. "I wouldn't be worried"

"This is the longest we've been apart since our reunion. It’s all so… quiet in his absence”

Nero perks his head up to check the time. It's two in the morning. That's nothing. Dante can't have been away for that long since yesterday, when they got back from the job.

"Shit", Nero realizes. "You really adore him"

Vergil doesn't give him the drama Nero was expecting. He just stares somewhere at the foot of the bed, holding the book still open on his lap, face blank.

"He's my twin", Vergil states the obvious and turns to Nero, with no animosity. "Do you condemn me, child?"

"No", Nero says quickly and shakes his head. "It's actually a relief to see"

"A relief, why?"

"Because it means you're capable of really caring for somebody"

"Why would I not be capable of caring about my own brother?"

"I wondered if by extension, you'd care about me, too"

Vergil's frown deepens. "It comes with the human heart, I fear, to care for one's offspring"

"You say it like there's something wrong with it"

"Do you wish to manipulate a confession from me, Nero?"

"I don't—"

“Then be direct. I’m not fond of these mind games of yours”

It’s not unfair, Nero tells himself. He’s scavenging for nearness, and Vergil isn’t making it any easier. Considering that he very recently spent a whole hour pounding Vergil into the bed, there’s a whole valley of distance between them. Nero reaches for him by running his hand over Vergil’s thigh.

“I guess I was just wondering if you ever think about me”, he admits. It’s the essence of it, he’d suppose. Before, it was entirely pointless to think about his father as he didn’t exist. Vergil is a bit too real, and he occupies his very own corner in Nero’s head whether he likes it or not.

“Obviously. We work together, Nero”, Vergil answers, matter-of-factly.

“Father.” Nero rises to his knees, choosing to ignore the poor evasion Vergil attempts. “Be honest, I’m asking you.” Maybe the puppy eyes he makes actually sway Vergil.

“At times, yes”, Vergil says, quieter.

“I think about you a lot these days”

“I’m sure there are better ways to occupy your mind”

“You’re really not good at this”

“I never expected your affection, child. You will find me ill-prepared”

If that were completely true, they would not lie here now. Nero looks up at Vergil, and though he doesn’t reach for his book again, he does not face Nero. Maybe he does realize the lie in his own claim.

“You don’t expect it maybe, but you haven’t rejected it”, Nero voices what comfort he finds.

“I have come to embrace some… earthly benefits when offered to me”

“And you like it— all this?”

Vergil sighs, almost irritably, “Yes.”

“Then I’m sure you understand what I want from you”

“Understand, yes, but I— may not be able to give it to you”

Nero has accepted as much. Vergil isn’t the type of father to pat him on the back. Growing up with him would’ve been utter misery. Nero might have turned out as cold and hard as him, as merciless and heartless as him. At least, he would’ve had a father. Nero could have followed Vergil’s warrior-code, learned his discipline and resilience, and found a paved path. That’s the part he yearns for— that’s what Vergil denied him.

“You must know I will never ask for your forgiveness”, Vergil says.

“Maybe you should”, Nero says, mimicking Vergil’s hollow voice.

“I will atone, regardless, in whatever ways I still can”

Nero knows better than to expect fondness when he raises his head and looks at Vergil. Maybe it’s for the better. A promise is enough.

“Thank you”, Nero whispers. He leans in to kiss Vergil once, pulling away without an expectation of an answer.

There's a creak in the staircase. Nero snaps his head towards the door, and at the threshold, stands Dante.

"My two favorite lovebirds!" Dante exclaims, tipsy at the very least, as he walks into the bedroom. "Did I miss the show? This doesn't look like the crazy incestuous threeway I was promised"

Any spirit leaves Nero's face.

"It's eery how similar you two look when you’re disappointed", Dante goes on.

"You're drunk", Vergil states the obvious.

"Not really anymore. Hey, is there any room for me in that bed or should I sleep in the guest room in my own house?" Dante seems to have already made up his mind about it, regardless. He kicks off his biker boots and throws his leather jacket on the armchair across the room. “Scoot”

Vergil shuffles closer to Nero with an irritable grunt.

“Should I go?” Nero can’t tell if he’s being dismissed or not.

“I thought you promised to stay the night?” Vergil raises a brow at him.

“Well, yes, but—“

The bed dips when Dante sits on the edge. He’s taking off his pants. Vergil seems completely unbothered, flipping a page of his book as if this is a part of their usual nighttime routine.

"Sooooo", Dante drags as he turns to them with an expectant look. Sounds more enthusiastic than Nero would like him to. "I take it you had a good time?"

"Yes", Vergil answers flatly.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense! I wanna hear all about it"

"It was enjoyable"

"That's the best you can do? Details, give me details. Nero, help me out.” Nero rolls his eyes. He shouldn't be surprised Dante's that much of a pervert. “That bad?”

“No!” Nero exclaims.

Their blooming argument gets Vergil to talking behind his book, voice lazy, “We quite enjoyed each other, if you must know. I believe I would rather keep the explicit details to myself.”

Dante takes it as a challenge. He shuffles closer to Vergil and lowers his book.

“Was the kid too rough with you?” Dante asks.

“I’m right here!” Nero snaps, spreading his hands dramatically.

“Hush, we’re trying to have a conversation”

“In front of me?”

“You’ll just eavesdrop behind the door like the little voyeur that you are, so yes, in front of you”

Vergil doesn’t try to stop them from arguing. He adjusts his pillow and lies down on his side, effectively ignoring Dante behind him. Even him closing his eyes and pretending oblivion isn’t enough for Dante to relent.

“Don’t pout”, Dante persuades. “I’m just a little curious, that’s all.” He lowers his jaw to Vergil’s shoulder, practically nuzzling his cheek until Vergil wills himself to look at him again.

The two of them kiss. Wetly. Nero stares, eyes wide open. Can see the string of spit they knit shut.

"So, how’d it compare?" Dante asks, voice lower now.

"It was different", Vergil answers.

"Did he get you off?"

Nero can’t believe the audacity. His cheeks start to burn. He wants to answer on Vergil’s behalf, but that’s before he watches Dante wet two of his fingers in his mouth and bring his hand under Vergil’s robe.

Vergil twitches, not enough to resist. "Where's that hand of yours going?"

"Would just like to check Nero didn't wreck you, baby. Gotta make sure you can still take me tonight"

Vergil whines— sudden and sharp. Nero hates that the sound goes straight to his cock. He should have left when he still had the chance, when his legs didn’t yet feel stiff, and the thrill in his gut didn’t tingle so nicely. Maybe he is a voyeur, because he sits spellbound watching how Dante probes a finger inside Vergil.

"Still so tight", Dante deems. "Did you let him cum inside of you?" He flashes the most wicked grin at Nero as if he isn’t already pushing every button there is.

Vergil hisses affirmatively between his teeth.

"Think you wanna do it again? Let Nero fuck you?"

"Perhaps", Vergil sounds like he's the one who's been out drinking. "Yes, if he would be inclined." He too, looks at Nero below his pale lashes, in quiet judgment. It's impossible to tell if he’s repulsed or turned on.

“Yeah”, Nero huffs immediately, “I’d be inclined.”

It's all too heady. Nero can't help but think he's just a younger toy for the two of them when they need something to spice things up. He doesn't mind. He's feeling fucking radiant, palming his cock under the blanket while Dante shamelessly teases Vergil over last night.

Vergil braces on his elbow and beckons Nero closer with his hand. Nero follows the instruction like a good puppy, lured right into Vergil’s kiss.

It’s not a contest, Nero realizes. There’s nothing he hasn’t already shown his father. They’re all just eager to sin, so drawn together, there’s no reason to fight it. Nero wants to make Vergil happy, and if he happens to achieve that with Dante, then it’s all the better. There must be something alluring on Vergil’s lips, and he’s thus bound them both to his will.

While deeply ensnared in the kiss, Nero feels Vergil's hand grab his throat, choking a gasp out of him.

"That good, huh?" he hears Dante mock. "Mind if I try?"

Vergil separates. "I'm not the one who's been struggling to share"

Nero can't pull away before Dante's mouth is on him, with Vergil still choking him, the rest of his body deprived of wits. Dante doesn't kiss as Vergil does; he's sloppy and aggressive about it, quick to lick into Nero's mouth and swallow him right up. Nero answers with enough spark to contest, because he sure as hell won't be the one blushing out of the three— and because he realizes Vergil's watching, his head tilted in curiosity. The hand on Nero's throat eases from a squeeze to a caress. He’s freed from the kiss as suddenly as it began, winded and hazy in the eyes.

"I get it", Dante decides and looks at Vergil as if they've just agreed on something as mundane as where to get takeout. "Now, Nero, since Vergil doesn't do gossip, I'm hoping that you will"

"Gossip?" Nero asks, a bit light-headed and unsure if he heard right. His cock is so hard he doesn't think there's enough blood for his brain to function.

"Tell me what it was like fucking your own father?"

Between them, Vergil rolls his eyes.

"To be honest...", Nero trails, "it was pretty fucking amazing"

That lights Dante's face right up. He presses closer to Vergil and gropes at his thigh under the blanket. "Hear that? Finally found something in common with your kid. We both love fucking you", he says in Vergil's ear before pressing a kiss on his cheek.

Vergil hisses at him and shoves Dante's hand aside. Nero knows from experience it's all playful. That's how Vergil riles up his lovers; he wants spark and spice, affection that borders violence, the full spectrum of human emotion— it's the only time he lets himself feel.

Nero lowers his head and kisses Vergil's shoulder, pushing the robe further down his body to free more skin for his hands to grab. He plants his mouth where Vergil's shoulder meets his neck and bites down just hard enough to tear a quiet yelp from him. Dante has a similar idea; he's kissing Vergil's neck on his side, pulling his thighs apart, and shoving the blanket aside.

"Here's what's gonna happen", Dante explains the rules of the game in Vergil's ear, "you're gonna stay put just like that, and we're gonna take turns with you. You'll get fucked so good your knees are gonna wobble for a week"

Nero lifts his head just enough to see Vergil's devious smile. His brow rises.

"For a week?" Vergil repeats. "Best not make promises you can't keep"

Nero intends to hold his end of the bargain. "I want to go first", he asks. Just the thought of getting to fuck Vergil while Dante watches, makes Nero's cock drip precum.

"No way, you spoiled brat. You've already had him today", Dante resists.

“Technically, it was still yesterday”

“You think you’re so clever”

Nero knows that at times like these, it's better appealing to upper management. He starts kissing Vergil's neck again, sucking earnestly on the skin for his full attention.

"Father, please. I made you feel so good before", Nero wheedles, "I can do it again if you let me"

"Are you groveling?" Dante’s jaw falls.

Nero can’t help if he’s the smarter party. He keeps sucking on Vergil's neck, all the while grinding his hips into the side of Vergil’s thigh to make sure he knows how hard Nero is. How ready he is to please. He slowly runs his hand back and forth over Vergil's arm, raising goosebumps on his flesh. Vergil doesn’t give him an answer yet, but he turns his head towards Nero, an uncommonly keen look in his eyes.

Dante won't lose the contest for flattery so easily. He places his knee between Vergil's legs and takes his cock in his hand, giving it a firm enough pump that Vergil shudders. Nero can feel the sensation on Vergil's skin.

"I am—", Vergil exhales sharply, already suffocating in the abundance of affection, "inclined to agree with Dante, but perhaps we could come up with ah—!" Nero bites the slender neck before his father gets to finish. "—an alternative" 

“And what might that be?” Dante asks.

“Nero should have my mouth”

“Oh, your baby boy gets special treatment?”

Vergil frowns and answers as if it’s obvious, “Yes.”

Nero’s cheeks flare hot. It’s not a compromise, it’s a victory. “Thank you, father”, he whispers and gently runs two fingers over Vergil’s lips. Can’t wait to fuck between them.

"Fine”, Dante yields, though his smile doesn’t indicate he’s feeling any of the loss.

Nero's heart jumps a little when Vergil, with Dante's very recent blessing, rises and beckons him.

"Please, lie down, Nero", he requests kindly.

Nero obeys, nearly tangling himself in the blanket as he lies down on his back and lets Vergil crawl between his legs. It feels like a dream, something not quite yet real, until Vergil actually grabs Nero's cock and licks over the tip. Nero's hips jerk.

"Neither of you would happen to know where the lube is?" Dante's voice asks somewhere to the left of Nero, by the bedside drawer. Next, he lifts the blanket in search of it.

"It's... somewhere", Vergil answers unhelpfully, his breath warm against Nero's cock. His eyes flick to Nero, and he sticks out his tongue again to lick along the shaft.

Nero's body draws up. The sight is too much for him, he doesn't think he's ever had an erection as hard as now against his father's tongue. The teasing is perfectly intentional, no doubt, too; Vergil takes his sweet time kitten-licking him like one would a lollipop, slowly bringing his hand up to squeeze the base. Nero shoves a pillow under his head for better viewing pleasure. 

Behind them, Dante takes a knee over Vergil's thighs and pops open the familiar dark blue bottle. Vergil barely flinches when Dante starts to work him open with his fingers. There's just a quiet hiss Vergil silences by placing his mouth on Nero's cock, almost kissing him. He parts his lips and takes the cockhead between them. Nero doesn't hesitate to lift his hips, pushing himself deeper.

He should want to be patient about it. He knows Vergil doesn't usually give head, but maybe it's exactly that which makes him eager. Vergil's mouth is so warm and wet, practically calling for him. Nero wraps his hand behind the back of Vergil's head and brings him further on his cock. Stops when Vergil gags.

"Be careful with him", Dante warns, fingers deep to the knuckle inside Vergil's ass. His cock rests against Vergil's thigh, a puddle of precum a sheen on the skin.


Nero preens; he's a bit bigger. He's the biggest Vergil's had. 

"Am being careful", he mutters, not much bite in his voice when Vergil sinks deeper. Can't be angry with a throat like that presented for him to fuck.

Vergil looks at him, and nothing in that look challenges what Nero's just said. Awfully mellow when both his holes are about to be filled.

There's a sudden slap of flesh, and Vergil cries out, pulling away from Nero. Dante's hands grasp his hips with his cock plunged deep inside of him. His head is tilted, fixated on how Vergil stretches around him. That much Nero can't blame him for.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart", Dante husks and rubs his hand over Vergil's back. "Didn't mean to distract you." He reaches over to gently push Vergil's turned head back to Nero's cock.

Dante has the sense to show some mercy; he rolls his hips at ease, never pulling too far back to keep Vergil grounded.

"You're doing so good, just keep your mouth open for me", Nero entreats, admiring Vergil's glazed eyes as he obeys, letting Nero glide further along his tongue. There's a wet sound in his throat when Nero hits the back of it.

Nero can't resist bucking his hips, chasing after that feeling of heat. Vergil recoils, trying desperately to pull back, but there isn't really anywhere for him to go. Nero holds his head in place, Dante's got him by the hips, and each thrust Dante gives yanks a moan from Vergil that just makes his mouth feel twice as good.

That despair glimmers in Vergil’s eyes. He gags violently, his throat throbbing, and drool pours from the corners of his mouth. Nero feels his nails sink into his thighs, but the pain of it could never shadow the pleasure of stuffing his cock down his father's throat until tears start to well in Vergil's eyes.

It's a sign for Nero to loosen his grip. Vergil pulls away to gasp for air, coughing what little he can while Dante keeps grinding his hips into the back of Vergil's thighs. Nero brings a thumb under Vergil's eye to wipe away a tear before it rolls down his cheek.

"Made him cry?" Dante asks, a bit too knowingly.

"Yeah", Nero grunts. Doesn't even understand to feel bad.

"Lemme see"

Dante stills just to turn Vergil's head towards him and takes a good look at his state. Vergil leans against Dante's hand, whimpering something too quiet and slurred for Nero to understand.

"Oh, sweetheart", Dante coos. "Is that how good he's fucking your throat?" Vergil nods at him hurriedly. "Makes you wish you could have this every day?"

“Yes”, Vergil whines.

"It's okay. Don't gotta be embarrassed. Maybe Nero will be kind enough to keep fucking you if you ask real nice. He might even make you swallow"

Vergil wanders back to Nero, dragging his fingers along Nero's thighs, cheeks glowing and eyes glistening.

"Please, Nero", he asks sweetly.

“Yeah— of course”, Nero promises in a silken voice. “C’mere”

Nero presses his cockhead back to Vergil’s lips, and Vergil eagerly sucks down on it. He lifts his hips, shoving his cock down Vergil’s throat without paying mind to the strangled chokes. They jolt deliciously around him, and the spit just makes the glide easier. Vergil’s jaw falls completely slack, and his eyes fade, letting Nero thrust as deep as he likes, all the way until Vergil’s nose hits Nero’s belly.

They find a common tandem: Dante fucking Vergil from behind, Nero using Vergil’s mouth with him pinned between them, tears streaking his face, and the thrusts bringing his skin to goosebumps. Whenever Vergil shudders, Nero can feel it in the walls of his throat.

Heat burns in Nero’s groin, his balls drawing up. For a moment, Nero keeps himself fully sheathed in Vergil’s throat, relishing his helpless choking, hand firmly locked behind Vergil’s head. It’s unnecessary, though, as Vergil doesn’t even try pulling away; he lies perfectly still, even loosening his grip on Nero’s thighs. He’s completely surrendered to it.

“Gonna cum in your mouth”, Nero warns, binding his fingers tighter in Vergil’s hair, “you're gonna swallow everything I give you”

Vergil whimpers and happily bobs his head, what little he’s able.

Nero bucks his hips one more time before finishing. All pressure in his body releases at once, pulling him into a long orgasm. Nero brings his hand over Vergil’s throat, feeling how his father works to swallow every drop of his cum. After, he slowly pulls out, letting Vergil finally gasp for air.

The bliss on Vergil’s face is spellbinding. He looks slightly confused, like he can’t quite figure out what’s happening to him. Nero pets his head and watches how Vergil’s ice-blue eyes roll into his head from the sheer touch of Nero’s hand.

As if Vergil isn’t already a mess of tears and spit, Dante pulls him up to his knees.

“You’ve been so good”, Dante purrs in Vergil’s ear, hips still patiently moving. “Don’t you agree, Nero? Think we should let him get off?”

“Yeah”, Nero sighs, still hazy from his own orgasm. “We should”

As soon as Nero touches his cock, Vergil whines and pulls back, only serving to bring himself closer to Dante.

“Shh, baby”, Dante shushes him. “You’ll feel better once it’s over, I promise. Don’t cry now, I know you can take it. I’m almost done, we just wanna make you feel good, too”

“Feel good already”, Vergil mumbles through his wrecked throat.

“I know, sweetheart, but I think Nero still wants to play with you. You wouldn’t tell him no, would you?”

Vergil shakes his head, tiredly.

Nero takes it as encouragement to continue. He draws his hand up and down his father's slender cock while admiring how Vergil's tear-streaked face twists in pleasure. It must be overwhelming, damn-near unbearable for him when Dante fucks him at a set pace, hitting him at the perfect angle from behind, and Nero rubs his cock with every affection in the world. Dante follows him over Vergil's shoulder, matching his hips to the pace of Nero's hand.

"Getting close, baby?" he asks Vergil fondly. "You're squeezing so fucking tight, is that how good it feels?"

Vergil makes one stuttering nod of his head. Nero brings his free hand over Vergil's face, rubbing a thumb over his flushed cheek. His lips are swollen, left open for the helpless gasps.

"I wanna see your face when you cum", Nero whispers, stroking him faster.

Their foreheads touch when Vergil leans closer to him. Nero feels his heat, offering him some shelter from the ruin that's to come.

Vergil sobs when he finishes on Nero's hand. He drops his head on Nero's shoulder, trembling in the throes of his peak. Nero doesn't stop to spare him any mercy, milking him dry between them.

"There you go, baby", Dante husks. "Don't you feel so much better now?"

"No more—", Vergil pleads.

Dante answers by lifting his hips hard. Vergil's barely able to stay upright, knees sinking into the bed, and hands laid over Dante's on his hips as if that's gonna offer him any more support.

"Almost done, baby", Dante murmurs, cheek to cheek with him. "Gonna fill you up soon. That'll make you happy, right?"

"Yes", Vergil sighs.

"That's all you want, huh? We should just leave you with cum leaking out from both your holes next time we go hunting"

"Should, yes" 

“Thought so, sweetheart”


Vergil sobs inconsolably when Dante's thrusts wreck through his body. Nero places his lips over Vergil's flushed face, kissing away his tears.


"It's alright. You're doing so good", Nero tells him softly, petting through his hair. "We'll let you rest after this, I promise"

Dante doesn’t linger any further. He finishes inside Vergil with a couple more tough thrusts, arm locked around Vergil so he can’t pull away before Dante’s done pumping him full of cum. Not that Vergil could, anyway. As soon as he’s freed, he falls, and Nero catches him.

Vergil lies against him, lax and out of breath. His skin’s hot, sticking to Nero’s with salt and sweat.

Desperate to comfort him, Nero runs his hand over Vergil’s head. Dante has the same idea, pressing kisses over Vergil’s back. Both of them almost jump when Vergil snarls.

“Off”, he hisses and throws his hand in the air dismissively.

“Yes, your majesty”, Dante teases him, but obeys and lets Vergil crawl to the bed.

Nero tries to be helpful by pulling the blanket out of the way. Vergil sinks his head to the pillow, closing his eyes and sighing so heavily that his shoulders drop.

Dante keeps a safe distance between them and lays his hand on the dip of Vergil’s waist, caressing him. It’s touch small enough for Vergil not to reject.

“Need me to do anything?” Nero asks, feeling useless sitting up.

“Best you stay right there”, Dante advices. He, however, gets up. “I’ll go get him a towel”

Nero leans over Vergil carefully and places his hand where Dante previously kept his. Smooths it back and forth.

“Father?” he asks.

“Yes?” Vergil doesn’t open his eyes.

“Everything okay?”

“Quite”

“Can we cuddle?”

Nero doesn’t like how thin his voice sounds. Not at all brave and happy like it should. He’s got no business having discomfort coil in him, but it does, and it twists tighter by the moment. Can’t bear how distant Vergil feels all of a sudden.

But his father shows him mercy. Vergil raises his hand and lazily beckons Nero closer, so he dives right beside him and wraps his arms around Vergil.

"You were wonderful, Nero", Vergil whispers in his ear, soothing all his turmoil.

Dante returns with a damp towel. "Hey, how come I don't get praise like that?" he complains.

Vergil switches to him with disinterest. "You were tolerable, I suppose"

"Love you too, baby"

It doesn’t seem like Dante takes any real offense to it. He tidies Vergil between his legs with the towel, thoughtfully enough to count as worship.

They share a sloppy kiss that Nero can only follow on the side. How they can be so hostile towards each other one moment and affectionate the second, he doesn't understand. Maybe he doesn't have to. Vergil isn't like that with him; he doesn't tease Nero or poke at his vulnerabilities, doesn't shove him away when he's had enough. The revelation makes Nero's stomach dip. Vergil is gentle with him.

"Nero?" Vergil's voice cuts his train of thought.

"Yeah?" Nero has to clear his throat.

Dante's brow is raised at him, "I asked if you were gonna sleep here."

"Yeah, sure, if that's okay"

"Suppose it'll make your father happy"

Vergil seems content enough to crawl underneath the blanket and lie his head on a pillow. It must be the third time tonight he's trying to get proper rest. Nero feels bad for him. The clock on the bedside table ticks four. They've been fucking until four in the morning. Nero follows his father's example and delves under the blanket. He throws his hand over Vergil's middle and nails himself onto his side. It's easy when Vergil intends to sleep on his back.

"Good night, father", Nero wishes and presses a kiss on Vergil's cheek.

"Good night, Nero", Vergil says in return, eyes already shut.

There's more than enough room on the bed. Dante reaches over them to switch off the night lamp. He's a side-sleeper, too, and faces Vergil while searching for a good position.

"If I hear snoring, I'll know who to blame", Dante's voice warns in the dark.

"You'll never catch me", Nero mutters.

"Silence!" hisses Vergil between them.

Nero presses his lips together and nuzzles his cheek into Vergil's arm.

After such a night, it's easy to fall asleep, exhausted and contentedly.

It’s noon when Nero wakes up to loud voices from downstairs. He’s alone in the bed that belongs to his father and uncle, naked like the day he was born and sore in the legs from the copious amount of fucking he did last night. He storms up and clothes himself in a hurry. It’s already embarrassing enough that he’s the last one to wake up after their wild threeway, but the voices he hears are definitely the sound of arguing, and there’s only one thing Vergil and Dante would have to fight about the morning after.

Nero hops down the narrow staircase.

By the time Nero reaches the kitchenette, the voices have gone quiet. It's not an uncommon sight that greets him: Dante's making breakfast and Vergil's seated by the counter with a newspaper in front of him.

"And he rises!" Dante announces Nero's arrival dramatically as he perfectly flips a pancake over the stove.

"Yeah, yeah", Nero waves his hand.

Vergil already knows to tilt his head expectingly when Nero approaches him and briefly places a hand on his thigh.

"Good morning, father", Nero says softly and presses a kiss on Vergil's cheek.

"Morning, child", Vergil answers with fondness he rarely spares.

The kettle whistles. Nero sits down beside Vergil and checks the date on the newspaper. It's actually from today.

"Need any help with breakfast?" Nero offers.

"No, everything's under control", Dante answers him. 

“What were you two arguing about?”

Vergil answers, quick and vicious, “Dante put the milk in before the tea.”

“I did not!” Dante snaps.

“Yes, you did! I can taste the difference”

“It’s the same shit”

“It ruins the flavor, you’re pouring hot water over milk— what is wrong with you?”

Nero clears his throat and rises from his seat. He takes out a plate and fishes one of the pancakes with a fork. It’s lovely, he thinks, as his father and uncle keep arguing over how tea is properly prepared. Might be closest he’ll ever get to family.

With the plate in hand, Nero sits back next to Vergil. He’s about to take a bite before Vergil places a glass jar in front of him. Has a picture of a strawberry in it.

“Thanks”, Nero voices and opens the jar to scoop some of the jam over the pancake.

Vergil leans back with his newspaper in hand. Nero eats without a rush.

Once he’s finished, he pushes the plate aside and gets up. “I have stuff to do. Later.” He doesn’t mean to stick around and make things awkward. Across the counter, Dante waves him goodbye with his fork.

Before he’s out the front door of the lobby, Nero hears steps catch up to him.

“Wait, Nero”, his father’s voice calls.

Nero turns, and Vergil stops a small distance from him. For someone who ran after him, Vergil doesn’t exactly beam with enthusiasm. He keeps his arms crossed and eyes narrow.

“Come by soon, will you, child?” he asks.

“How about you give me a call?” Nero suggests.

“A call?”

“Yes, that’s what parents do, they call their children”

“We are a little beyond that, aren’t we?”

“Think about it as part of your atonement”

Vergil smiles subtly. The shadow on his face yields, and he lowers his hands.

“Very well”, he nods.

That’s enough for Nero— he’s leaving with abundance when he came empty-handed. He doesn’t expect his father to reach out any time soon. Might be more likely for them to meet on another job than at their leisure. What matters to him is that they will.

He's got some ideas on how they can improve their relationship going forward.