Not So Scary

If there was one thing that Vergil loved, revered more than anything else, it was horror films. He could spend hours, days even, watching everything from the old black-and-white clichéd silent flicks, to modern day soil-your-pants realistic films. He didn’t care if they were about monsters in lakes with screaming women, psychopathic killers that just wouldn’t die, or freaky little girls that haunted attics, he loved them all. If he had to pick a favourite sub-genre though, under pain of death, it would have to be psychological horror; he liked being able to walk away after a film and have it linger in his mind, making him check the dark corners, just in case, because you never did quite know.

In stark comparison, Dante hated horror films. He couldn’t stand them, would rather go to the dentist to have all his teeth pulled out than watch one. They terrified him; the last one he’d watched with his brother had been about dolls, and he hadn’t been able to sleep with the light off for a week afterwards. Marionettes had taken on a new light in his mind after that, so he just killed them quicker. He wouldn’t admit that to his brother of course, he’d never hear the end of it, though he did have a sneaking suspicion that Vergil already knew. His unwillingness to admit his fear also meant that he could never turn down his twin when asked if he wanted to watch one; the last time he had, Vergil had accused him of being a scaredy-cat and mocked him for a good long while. His pride just wouldn’t allow him to be mocked like that.

Nero wasn’t sure what he was happier about; finding out that Vergil enjoyed horror films as much as he did, or being sandwiched between the two twins on a sofa that was really far too small for them, a bowl of popcorn in his lap and one of Vergil’s DVDs being played on the old TV in the room. It was something to do with exorcism and a girl called Emily, not overly scary but he hadn’t seen it before so he was willing to give it a good. Vergil had said it was good, so it must be worth a watch, he thought.

The youngest of the three almost couldn’t believe it when a whimper sounded from his left. Turning, he was astounded to see Dante, the great and fearless devil slayer, trying to curl in on himself while peeking through his fingers, a look of abject terror on his face. Glancing to his right, it didn’t look like Vergil had noticed; the older twin was still fixated on the film, even going so far as to lean forward slightly in his seat. Nero wasn’t sure what to do; while the thought of Dante being afraid of the film was amusing in his mind, the sight of the man he admired in such a state made his heart lurch. He let go of the popcorn bowl with his left hand, reaching over to give the man’s knee a light squeeze, making sure that his eyes remained on the screen as he did so. He could tell that Dante appreciated it, even without speaking, as he leaned almost unnoticeably closer to the younger man.

The film was just getting good. Nero had forgotten all about his slightly uncomfortable position between the twins, had forgotten his slight concern over Dante’s earlier fear, and had completely tuned the two men out as he concentrated fully on the small TV. He vaguely noticed the slight indentation of the bowl as a hand dipped into it, but soon that was ignored as well. Had he been paying attention, he would have noted it as odd, as Dante was still hiding behind his hands and Vergil hated popcorn with a passion.

The bowl dipped again, and again, not accompanied by the sound of crunching as one would usually expect, but Nero was oblivious. Until, of course, that slender hand missed the bowl and landed in his lap. Nero ignored it, assuming that it was an honest mistake, this was Vergil after all. It didn’t retreat as expected though, instead rubbing against the younger boy’s clothed and flaccid cock. Nero’s head shot right, expecting the older twin to be looking at him, but was surprised and a little annoyed to find him still staring intently at the television.

The hand began to wander, making Nero gasp slightly as it ran along the tops of his thighs and back up to the growing bulge in his trousers. He could feel himself getting aroused at the touch, and the situation, and wanted nothing more than to spread his legs to give the man more room. In the confined space, though, that was impossible, and he didn’t want Dante to notice what his brother was doing, not yet anyway.

The hand returned to his straining erection, rubbing it gently through the cloth, focusing mainly on the weeping head, exacerbating the problem of the growing damp patch on the front of his crotch. Nero couldn’t think enough to care though, pushing back into the sofa, his head falling back, mouth open, panting softly. The sound of his zipper being slowly pulled down could barely be heard over sudden screams from the television, which also served to mask Nero’s aroused gasp as his weeping erection was pulled free from his tight and restrictive trousers. It didn’t, however, do much to stifle the light moan that slipped easily from between his lips as Vergil’s hand started slowly pumping his hard cock, starting a lazy pace that was designed to make the boy last while still cause the maximum amount of pleasure.

Nero could still just about hear the sounds of the television over the sound of his own blood pumping through his ears. The older man knew just how to touch him to get a response, and it had been so long since the last time, he couldn’t stop the string of quiet, needy whimpers from spilling out of his mouth. As an afterthought, far too late, he used his idle left hand as a makeshift gag, biting down on the tender skin there in an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making. The other hand was too busy trying to keep the bowl of popcorn steady without cracking it under the strain he could usually exert from his Devil Bringer.

It never took much to distract Dante from horror flicks. Any distraction was more than welcome, and any noise could well be a potential threat. The needy little noises Nero was making next to his ear proved to be an adequate distraction, though the kid didn’t seem to realise the show he was putting on for the devil hunter; face flushed with desire, cock bouncing as it was fisted in Vergil’s delicate hand, hips thrusting up involuntarily as he tried to gain further friction. In all, it was a very alluring picture, far more enthralling than the trash on the TV. Glancing at his brother, Dante could see that Vergil hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen, though a small smirk could be seen at the corner of his mouth. Dante just grinned; his brother clearly didn’t realise what he was missing.

Leaning back against the arm of the sofa to get a better look, Dante allowed one hand to slip below the waistband of his casual trousers, teasing gently at his already-hardening cock. He had no intention of finishing himself, but the sight before him was too arousing to just ignore. The boy was too busy staring at Vergil, he couldn’t look away, so Dante knew that he was safe to do as he pleased without fear of reprisal; Nero was surprisingly shy at times, and very easily embarrassed. Dante was unsure as to why he was allowing this, as intimate as it was, while sitting on the sofa in the middle of the office of all places. Anyone could walk in at any time!

For Nero though, the thought of someone walking in on them was oddly arousing, and it was only a hand job after all, not like they were having full-blown sex or anything. The thought of that, of being pinned on the sofa between the twins, being fucked hard by both of them, wrenched a particularly loud moan from his throat. He knew that Dante was watching him, had felt the devil hunter’s eyes on him a while back, the hungry gaze only serving to drive him forward.

A wicked thought crossed Dante’s mind, making him lick his lips, lusty eyes gazing down at the swollen, red head bouncing between Vergil’s pale fingers. Sliding from his place on the sofa, he deftly tugged the half-empty bowl from Nero’s hand, hoping that it wouldn’t be too badly cracked. Kneeling between trembling knees Dante looked up, blue meeting blue as Nero’s eyes swung around questionably. The boy didn’t need to wonder for long as the older man took the weeping head in his mouth, delighting in the scream of pleasure the simple action tore from the almost painfully aroused boy.

Dante was somewhat appreciative of Vergil’s hand being there; he never was very good at deep-throating, not as good as his brother at least, though it did make bobbing up and down nigh on impossible. He focussed, instead, on sucking and licking the sensitive bulb in his mouth, making Nero twist and whimper, trying to thrust harder into Dante’s hot mouth. Taking one of Vergil’s fingers into his mouth with Nero’s cock, sucking hard on the two intrusive objects, Dante was pleased to see a slight shudder run through his brother, though those intense blue eyes that were so similar to his own didn’t budge an inch towards him.

It almost came as a surprise to the devil hunter when Nero’s orgasm hit, the only warning being the way the kid buried his hands in Dante’s thick silver hair, screaming and trying hard to thrust up as he came. Nero’s essence filled his mouth, bitter and sweet and slightly musky, a flavour Dante found he just couldn’t dislike. Vergil’s hand helped to hold the kid down as he reached completion, saving his twin’s throat from the abuse it would have undoubtedly have suffered otherwise.

Nero continued to shudder as Dante swallowed it, every drop, and began to clean the kid’s softening cock with his rough tongue, each swipe producing an over-sensitised quiver from the younger man. Moving on, he set to cleaning Vergil’s fingers, cleaning each one in turn with a couple of licks and a long, hard suck. Any other man would be begging him for more after that, but Vergil just glared, pointedly ignoring both his brother and the hard problem he seemed to be having in his trousers.

The movie had long since finished, playing the selection menu sequence over and over, as though vying for attention from the three in the room who had long ago forgotten its existence. Even Vergil, who had continued to stare at the screen, had stopped ‘seeing’ the film long before the end.

Dante was the first to stand, stretching his arms over his head as he did. He made to walk over to the TV, meaning to turn it off, but stopped short when his foot found something small, hard, sticky and now very much crushed.

“Vergil, why is there popcorn all over the floor?” He asked, one eyebrow raised at his brother, picking the sticky mess from the bottom of his bare foot.

“I don’t like popcorn.” Vergil replied nonchalantly, meeting his brother’s gaze head on.

“Yeah, but why’s it all over your side?” Dante began to clear the mess up, dumping the soiled snack back in the bowl, making a mental note to throw the lot out afterwards.

“Well I don’t like it, so why would I eat it?” Came the response from somewhere above his head, moving with Vergil as he hopped carefully between the pieces that were still scattered about, heading for the DVD player.

Dante just sighed in defeat; sometimes his brother didn’t make a whole lot of sense, even to him.

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Nero was still mostly awake when he felt a presence in his room. Sleepily opening one eye, he could just about make out someone tall and well-built making their way over to the bed. Shifting over slightly, he said nothing when Dante slid into bed next to him. He was a little surprised, though, when Vergil followed. He couldn’t complain, though, when two sets of arms draped over his chest, a feeling of complete safety washing over him.

Glancing at the digital alarm clock on his bedside cabinet, he finally understood why the twins were there, in his bed.

It was 2:59am.