Antidote

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~ Chapter VIII ~

Dante could feel his pulse racing against the cold steel chain constricting his throat; he was growing light-headed as his brain became more and more oxygen-deprived, but the painful sensation seemed only to be increasing the sensitivity of his entire body.

Vergil was kissing his stomach now, trailing his tongue over the muscular ridges, grazing his oversensitized flesh with his teeth. At the same time, he was slowly stroking his aching erection, sending electrical impulses that tingled from his toes to his fingertips.

Dante tensed and gasped; he felt the chain tighten further over his trachea as Vergil’s lips brushed against his hard-on. He was throbbing now, and his brother lightly teased around the sensitive head of his sex with a vexing tongue. He would have tangled his fingers in his twin’s hair but his hands were still pinned brutally to the ground by Cerberus; he groaned and nudged his hips upward, wordlessly asking (begging?) for more.

He felt Vergil grasp the base of his shaft firmly, and he took him slowly into his mouth. The elder twin sucked gently for a moment; Dante’s size was making it difficult to take him any further in. He raised his hips again and felt Vergil groan around him as he pushed against the back of his brother’s throat.

Dante could feel his twin firmly massaging the base of his cock as he took him methodically in and out of his mouth; he was positively gasping now from combined pleasure and asphyxiation.

As Vergil forced his throat open and took him still deeper, Dante felt himself fit to burst; every muscle in his body strained and tensed as he climaxed in his brother’s mouth.

The chain around his neck was tearing his senses from him now… and he let thoughtless darkness envelope him.

o-o-o

Dante’s body had gone slack; though he still throbbed in Vergil’s mouth, the effort had apparently cost him his consciousness. The elder twin swallowed carefully and raised his head. He eased his body back up until he was level with his brother’s face; he wasn’t breathing.

Vergil placed one hand beneath his younger twin’s head and clamped his other over his nose; he pressed his lips to Dante’s and forced several salty-pungent breaths down his brother’s throat.

Dante’s chest rose and he coughed into Vergil’s mouth, eyes reopening weakly. Vergil smiled briefly down at his twin’s momentarily blank, confused expression, then wasted no time and dove into a vicious kiss. He felt his teeth break skin and the metallic taste of blood mixed with the lingering flavor of released passion.

He reached down and tugged his brother’s pants down; Dante panted against his mouth and tried to speak, but Vergil didn’t allow the protest to escape his lips. He crushed his brother’s mouth with his own, then breathed hoarsely into his ear: “Dante, you ungrateful…”

Dante actually smiled at this, and a familiarly sheepish expression spread itself across his exhausted, pale face.

Vergil was breathing hard, and he pushed his brother’s legs up, yanking his pants down over his thighs. He fumbled with his own zipper in his excitement, and felt a twinge of irritation as amusement curled at one corner of his younger twin’s mouth. He lightly tweaked Cerberus’ chain and heard a sharp intake of shortened breath; he placed a hand beneath Dante’s knee and bent his leg further inward.

He tilted his younger twin’s hips up and slipped two blood-slick fingers inside him; Dante’s stomach muscles clenched and his eyes squeezed shut, but he didn’t struggle or resist.

Vergil withdrew his fingers and smoothly, swiftly replaced them with his own aching erection; both twins moaned as he entered, arching his back and grinding his hips against Dante’s ass.

His fingernails scraped angry welts across his younger brother’s flesh as he raked them subconsciously over his thighs; Dante was crying out now, his voice choked by the strangling weapon chain. Vergil’s thrusts quickened, grew more frenzied as Dante’s pinned body arched against him. His back curved and he rested his forehead against his twin’s tautly muscled chest as he screwed him as hard as his tiring body would possibly allow.

o-o-o

In some inexplicable way, this slightly more consensual encounter was even more brutal, more vicious than the night before had been; Dante could feel the rain beating down on his face, and behind closed eyelids, he could feel flashes of lightning punctuating the fervent thrusting of brother’s body against, inside, his own.

He was hard again; he had never experienced something like this in his life before, and it was doing all sorts of horrendous damage to his nerves, his body, his mind… and it was terribly, painfully incredible. His throat was completely numb now (he would forget how to breathe soon) and his arms were stiff and frozen, outstretched to his sides helplessly. The rain pounded around them mercilessly, and he could feel the uncontrollable urge to cum again.

Vergil’s fervent assault was growing even more frantic; Dante could just make out his brother’s rasping breaths over his own choked gasps and the dully roaring storm. Vergil’s nails pierced his flesh and Dante felt sharp teeth clamp down above his nipple as they both yelled into the howling gale, simultaneously achieving a single, phenomenal climax.

~ Chapter VIII FIN ~