Affinity [Devil May Cry 4]

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Affinity


The room smelt strongly of sex and cheap liquor – Not that he really cared…. Though he did take much pleasure in knowing that it drove Virgil bonkers to be fucking here like this; the motel was cheap and lacked much taste, the squeak of the bed springs raked at his twin’s every nerve…. And he, Dante, loved every moment of it.

“Fuck, yeah….”

A light sheen of sweat covered the lean pale body of Dante as he pushed his hips back against the hard muscled thighs of his brother. Biting his lower lip, Dante could feel pleasure already beginning to swell at his abdomen as he braced himself against the smooth, rapid thrusting of Virgil. Forearms holding his upper-body in place, as his knees and thighs strained to hold him in position whilst Virgil drove into him again and again. For some time now they had been at this: His brother’s cock buried to the hilt within him, stroking the nerves, coaxing them towards the impending climax, until he pulled out to violently push back in.

Aside from the occasional short, labored gasp, Virgil made not a sound. Gripping tightly to Dante’s hips, the eldest twin ground his teeth together. Concentration lined his brow as his thighs slapped against Dante’s firm ass. Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes from his twin’s face, which was twisted in pleasure. It aggravated him so to see Dante moaning like a whore as he was fucked in a dump like this. A scowl briefly splayed across his features as he began thrusting into Dante at a punishing pace that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through him. At this, the scowl melted from his features, giving way to a pleasurable grimace as he bent over his brother to brace himself on the flat of his palms so that his chest was now pressed against Dante’s bare back.

Letting out a sharp pained groan, Dante’s movements stilled for a moment, his back arching up against the hard plains of Virgil’s stomach. Pain heated Dante’s insides, and burned down the flushed flesh of his inner-thighs. A low growl began to roll up from deep within his chest from his annoyance at Virgil’s trying to put a damper on his pleasure. This was just like his brother to try to take his fun from him, wouldn’t be the first time – And Dante sure as Hell wasn’t about to be made Virgil’s bitch, he was going to enjoy himself regardless of how rough his brother got. Reaching up, he then began to tug at his hard cock which had at one time been slapping against the soft flesh of his inner thighs. Moaning for more out of pleasure and pain, Dante then turned his head slightly to gaze up at his brother.

“C’mon, Vergil, you know…Ugh…. You know I can…. Ugh…. Ah…. Take it!”

At his brother’s goading Virgil bit down on Dante’s neck hard enough to tear the skin, causing Dante to cry out sharply and beg for more. Irritated immensely by Dante’s taunt and licentious words, Virgil then sat up, the scowl once again returning to his features despite the pleasure that tore through his body. Gripping the back of Dante’s neck, and smearing the blood which now had begun to flow freely, Virgil then slammed his brother’s face down into the mattress of the bed as though the suffocate the very words from his lungs. Continuing to thrust into Dante, Virgil arched his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the muffled moans and cries that his brother emitted.

Virgil had always been the controlling one, and Dante had always loved to test his brother’s limits…. However, Virgil had never gone as far as to suffocate him! And to be honest, it was a huge turn-on for Dante. With his groans escalating in volume now, and his pleasure increasing with every thrust Dante knew it was only a matter of time before he came – He only hoped he didn’t pass out before he did so. Clawing at the mattress, Dante grabbed the sheets in a white-knuckled grasp as choked and gasped into the fabric of the sheets for air. All the while above Dante, Virgil had his head thrown back and was moaning from the sheer bliss which he took from dominating his brother – It was control that Virgil sought, and it was control that Dante had given him.

Suddenly, Virgil’s pace seemed to stutter and quicken. Upon this change in the speed of his thrusts, Dante felt white heat spread through his body and burst forth from his loins as he climaxed, clenching tightly around his brother. As he did so, this triggered Virgil’s orgasm, and as he released deeply into the tight confines of his brother’s bowels, he grabbed Dante roughly by the shoulders and hauled up him, pulling him flat against his chest to kiss him full on the lips as Dante took in several gasps of air before Virgil’s tongue invaded his mouth. The metallic tang of his own blood was sweet on Dante’s tongue, and he found himself heaving a low groan into Virgil’s mouth. With his hips rotating in tight, smooth circular motions, Virgil made sure the milk the last drops of cum into Dante’s body before pulling out and falling beside him.

Together on the cheap motel’s bed, Dante and Virgil lay side by side, panting heavily and utterly sated from their intense fucking. A smile found its way onto Dante’s lips as he gazed over at his twin who lay on his back, staring up blankly at the ceiling. For a long moment neither spoke, until Virgil somehow managed to lift himself up onto one arm and give Dante a hard, almost scolding stare before speaking. “You talk too much,” He accused.

Dante’s smile widened.


“Hey, what’s your name?”

A silence suddenly fell between the two men, however that undeniable intensity still electrified the air – Licking across Dante’s skin. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins, though it was only half from the battle. With his eyes closed and the memories still cut through his mind, he could see his brother, hear him, taste him…. The fantasy which had plagued his thoughts during the battle he had just shared with him: That kid whose pale hair, and presence reminded him so much of Virgil; that sword, it belonged with him, to him, how could he deny that?

“Nero,” He said. “You’re Dante right? Not a bad name.”

Nero…. He strode away then, taking with him the Yamato, but leaving Dante with the memory of his twin. It had been years since Dante had dared remember back to one of the many nights that he and Virgil had shared together. No, he wasn’t about to get all sappy-eyed, but as he turned, watching Nero go he couldn’t help but smile slowly as he spoke. “Neither is yours.”

….For Nero wasn’t his brother – But he would make a great substitute one day, he could promise that.