Submissive Behavior

Got this Idea from the behavior of wolves.
My Beta is A lovely person named Justine. Tanks Bunches!
My First heavy Yaoi fic. ever. Even my other one isn't this. . . heavy.
be nice, please?

On with the Story

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Nero let out a low growl from his throat when he felt his back hit the cool ground. Arching up out of instinct, he snapped his teeth; however he was forced down again by the mass of the man on top of him. He glared at the man, lips pulled back to snarl at him. But, something in the man’s eyes made him freeze, and then he looked away.
The older man growled darkly. Nero whined in response, turning to lick along the jaw line of the other male and arching up into him. In response, the elder male pushed down onto him, making Nero choke on a whimper and toss his head back and to the side.
The man continued licking down his chest, around his navel, and straight to Nero's throbbing cock. Teenager's back arched impossibly high as the man licked him, letting out a strangled whimper of disappointment when the older one didn't stop, but continued down. His whimpers turned into a very loud moan when the man licked around the rim of his opening, then growled louder and slid his way back up Nero's body.
"You’re my bitch, boy," he whispered huskily in his ear. Nero could only nod. "You belong to me," he continued. Again, Nero nodded. The man seemed displeased with this, digging blunt nails into Nero's hips and pulling away. "Who do you belong to?" He demanded harshly.
"Y-you," Nero whined out desperately, arching up, wanting to feel the older man again.
"Say my name!" He snarled and bit into Nero's neck, making the boy buck up into him at the explosion of pain and pleasure as he screamed the older male’s name.
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"Nero, wake up, kid!" Dante said, kicking the cot the boy had been sleeping on. Dante was slightly worried for Nero. Tossing , turning, making noises, and shit. Plus waking the kid up like that made him mad, and a mad Nero was a fun Nero.

"What the hell, Dante?!" Nero yelled, getting to his feet. "Why the hell did you do that?!"
"It tickles me," the older man said, smirking lewdly at the younger man. "So who were you dreaming about?"
Nero blushed slightly. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You were loud," Dante added, "and you should’ve heard yourself, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat."
The younger man’s slight blush bloomed to bright scarlet. "Fuck you!" He growled, then proceeded to clean up the cot Dante has so graciously lent to him.
"You wish," Dante muttered. "So, what’s happened to your neck?" He gestured with his hand.
Nero ran his human hand over his neck, hissing when his touched caused a blossom of pain on the right side of his neck, right where the man had bitten him. Nero quickly pulled his hand back. There was blood on it. "Um, I don't know?"
"Sure you don't," Dante chuckled, "but come on, we've got a job to do."
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For the last few weeks, Nero had been having those strange dreams. They were always outside, he was always naked and forced into submission by another man who seemed strangely familiar. Nero had always woken before the man bit him. And he could never remember his name. It freaked Nero out so bad he ran away from Fortuna, straight to Dante. The dreams stopped for a bit. Then they appeared again, becoming a bit more violent. But Nero was afraid to tell Dante; ashamed of the dreams. Who wouldn't be?
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The job they got was a joke. A few low level demons infesting a bar. They weren't even that bothersome. The only hassle was that the demons jumped at Nero as soon as he walked through the door. That made things both easier and harder at the same time. Easier because, hey, now they didn't have to worry about hostages; and harder because, well, Nero had his hands full.
Dante laughed all the way home. "It's not funny," Nero growled, his eyebrow twitching.
"The hell it isn't," Dante mocked. "That one guy was licking you."
"Could you drop it?" Nero asked, walking swiftly past Dante, "I can't deal with this. I'm going to take a shower." And Nero left the room. He didn't notice that Dante had gone eerily silent.

"Well… damn…" Dante muttered, watching Nero shut the door. How he knew why those demons jumped all over Nero. What amazed him was that Nero managed to stay downwind to him, this entire time, but, "never heard of a male demon going into Heat".
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Nero sighed with relief as the hot water cascaded down his body. Yes, he knew full well that one demon was licking him, and rubbing against him. Dante missed that part. Nero closed his eyes and leaned against the shower stall. It was a bad idea.

Nero opened his eyes when he felt himself being pushed up against a rock. "What?"
"What did you think you were doing?" The man hissed, pressing harder against Nero, "Letting those filthy demons touch you. You’re mine."
Nero instinctively pushed the man back. "Get off!" He snarled, "I belong to no one!"
The man chuckled, his hand sliding down, encircling the younger male’s cock. "That's not what you said last night," he whispered, his lips caressing Nero's ear. He licked the shell, and then moved down to lick across the scar that his bite had created. "That's not what this says."
Nero whimpered loudly at the sudden stimulation. "Please," he whimpered again.
"Say my name," the man demanded, pushing Nero hard back against the rock.
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"Nero?"
Nero gasped as his eyes flew open. He looked down to see his Devil Bringer wrapped around his own cock. Letting go quickly, he turned around and stepped directly under the now cold water.
"You okay in there?" Dante's voice sounded worried.
"M'fine," Nero called.
"You've been in there for an hour," Dante said, "I called you, like, 6 times."
Nero blinked rapidly, shutting the water off, "I was just thinking, got distracted".
"Yeah, whatever, kid," Dante said, "You can have the rest of the pizza. It's cold by now."
Nero rolled his eyes and got dressed, typical Dante. "Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically, opening the door and walking right into the wall, which turned out to be Dante.
The older Devil Hunter grabbed him and leaned down, running his nose up Nero's neck, inhaling deeply.
"What the hell, man?" Nero squeaked.
"You smell good." Dante sounded drunk.
"You feeling okay?" Nero stuttered, pushing the older man away.
Dante growled low in his throat and pushed Nero against the wall. Fire raced through Nero's veins at the contact, making the boy moan loudly, pressing closer to Dante. Shaking his head to try to clear it from the sudden fog, Nero growled defiantly, struggling against the older man, "Get off!" Dante grunted again, nipping at Nero neck.
Suddenly there was an even louder growl, seemingly from nowhere. It caused Dante to jump back, grab his sword and look around. This gave Nero time to stagger back into the bathroom and lock the door. A lot of help if Dante really wanted to get in. Nero slid down to the floor hyperventilating.
"Fuck," Dante said, blinked away the fog that had clouded his head as well. He walked quietly to the door that separated Nero from him, "hey, kid?" He asked tentatively.
"Go away!" Nero sounded desperate. "Please, go away."
"Kid, take a deep breath, you need to calm down," Dante said pleadingly. The more worked up Nero got, the easier it was to smell him. And it wouldn't do any good if Dante forced the door and fucked Nero's brains out.
Nero took a loud, shaky breath, and let it out slowly. "It's hot. What's happening?" He asked, though he didn’t know he wanted to hear the reply. After Dante had pinned him to the wall, Nero's body hasn't cooled off yet. It was so hot.
Dante closed his eyes and leaned his head against the door, "It's your demon side," he explained, "you’re going into Heat".
Nero growled. "Seriously, Dante, now it’s not the time for jokes".
"You think I'm joking?" Dante snarled viciously, "I can smell you through the door and God help me if I don't want to fuck you into the floor".
Nero shivered at both the description and the tone in Dante voice, then remembered he should’ve felt insulted. "Dante!"
It was Dante's turn to shiver, as he was assaulted but visions of Nero screaming his name. He growled loudly, Nero's scent starting to cloud his senses again.
Nero inhaled sharply when he heard Dante growl. His body hummed in response, though, begging for the other man. "No," he whimpered pathetically.
Outside the door, the Dante went silent. "Nero, listen," he sounded pained, "this will last about a week or two. I'll leave tomorrow for a while, so you can move into a more comfortable place without me hindering you."
Something in Nero lurched painfully at the thought of being alone, "Dan-"
"Know what?!" Dante yelled quickly. "I'm going to leave now, you can move!" and Dante was gone. Nero couldn't smell him anymore.
The boy took a few more deep breaths, counted to ten, then left the room. He quickly rounded up all the food he could find (which happened to be only pizza) and barricaded himself in Dante's bedroom. He collapsed back onto Dante's bed, trying to calm his heart and his nerves. Heat? That was a dog thing. A girl dog thing. Only bitches went into heat.
"You’re my bitch, Nero." Nero whimpered as he remembered the dream, the bite mark on his neck tingling pleasantly. Nero closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensations. Another bad idea.
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Nero once again found himself pressed against a rock, trapped under the hard body of his dream lover. Only this time, his body craved for touch.
"Please," he whimpered, tossing his head back, pushing up against the man on top of him. The man lightly forced Nero's body to straighten out under his weight.
"Please," he repeated, "nngh… Pleeeeaaasseeee"
The man bit Nero's nose, then rose up, and continued to observe the younger man with cold blue eyes. “Your worse that I thought” He said, after a few moments.
To many words, Nero thought, not enough touching. He felt so hot. Shifting up, he moaned loudly. The older man smirked slightly, leaning down to nip Nero's nose again.
"It hurts," Nero whispered. "Please"
The older man cocked his head to the side. "Wait," he commanded. "You will stay here, and wait for me." And the man pressed his body against Nero's shivering form, and bit down hard, right where his other bite mark was. Nero screamed and bucked as pleasure surged through him.
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Dante really wanted to get drunk to forget how Nero felt against him, moaning between him and the wall. But drinking would only make his instincts harder to control. Meaning he'd be more likely to go there and have his way with the poor kid. Well, not so poor, Dante mused.
He had decided to walk around for a bit, cool off, think. There was that eerily familiar growl from earlier that seemed to come from nowhere. The worst part was that Dante should know it. He knew he should have recognized the sound, but he just couldn't match it with anything.
A few hours had gone by. Maybe Nero's safely away from Dante's place? And Devil May Cry had aired out? He hoped so. Dante really just wanted to sleep now. Making his way back home was easier that Dante wanted it to be. The fact that he hadn't put a proper distance between him and the boy wasn't good.
Dante stormed into his place of business, and was relieved to find that it didn't smell like Nero that much. So he decided to use the can, and go to bed.
The room reeked of the kid. Instant hard on. Or it would have been, if the shower hadn't smelt like his brother.
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A cold cloth across his forehead woke Nero up. "What?"
"Easy, Nero," the feminine voice of Trish cut through the heat, "this will help"
"S'hot…" Nero muttered, his eyes glazed and his face flush, "hot…"
"I know," Trish said, running another cool cloth along his face, "I know."
"Where's Dante?" He mumbled again, to witch Trish chuckled lightly.
"He's pacing outside," she answered, "mad you took his bed"
"Nngh," Nero whimpered, trying to roll to the side and curl up, "safe," he whispered.
He was panting. It was too hot, Nero wanted to kick the covers off, but then Trish would see him. All of him. He was naked underneath the sheet.
"Wh-what?" He lift the sheet slightly, then looked around. "Clothes?" He mumbled. God, he felt so heavy.
"You must have stripped during the night," Trish said, stroking his cheek.
Nero let out a shaky moan at the touch. Trish sighed, "Rest, okay?" then left the room. But Nero didn't want to rest. Because of the man. It was whether because *he* would be there when Nero would close his eyes, or he wouldn't, Nero didn't know. However slowly, when the only simulation his body received was from the sheet, managed to finally get some sleep. The man wasn't there.
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Dante was sitting on his desk, swinging his legs, when Trish came down the stairs. "How is he?"
"He's overheating," she said. "What did you expect? He’s in the Heat."
Dante sighed, "Yeah, but-"
"He's got a bite mark on the right side of his neck," Trish interrupted.
Dante froze. Shit. "Wait, only on the right side?"
Trish nodded, "Weird. If *he* wanted to mark him, he'd have done both sides" Dante mused.
"He? You mean Vergil?"
Dante nodded, "Makes sense. The shower, and Nero's cot, smelt like him. And that weird growl…"
"What growl?" Trish asked. Earlier, When Dante had called her, He's said, "Nero's in the Heat, it's all Vergil's fault" And that's all she knew.
Dante smiled slightly, looking back at the bathroom door, "Earlier, I pinned Nero against the wall, when I lost control. I wanted to bite him, right side, too, I think. And suddenly there was this strange growl, and all I knew was someone worthy was trying to challenge me for my mate"
Trish raised an eyebrow, "Your?"
Dante got off of the desk, pacing. "Dante?" Trish asked.
Dante stopped by the stairs, "If I don't claim him, it'll be Vergil," he muttered, almost to himself.
"Vergil's dead, Dante," Trish said slowly.
"No, he's not. That fall, in the tower, wouldn't have killed him, even if he’d been hurt. And that time on the island…" He trailed off, "Trust me, he's not dead." Dante turned around to face Trish. "It's me or Vergil."
"It could be neither," Trish countered, "wait out the Heat."
"You've seen him. Do you think he can survive the wait?" Dante demanded.
"Nero is strong," Trish remarked.
"All I have to do is bite him," Dante said bluntly, "and then, Vergil will have to deal with me first. Plus, the contact will be good for Nero" he tried to smile, not really believing himself.
"Dante," Trish said, "first of all, if Vergil has to deal with you first, wouldn't that put Nero in more Danger? And second, are you sure all you’re gonna do is bite him?" She asked suspiciously.
"Don't you trust me?" Dante said, trying to sound innocent.
"Dante, you've got the most willing submissive you'll ever see in your life, lying up there, naked, and all your gonna do is bite him?"
"He… he's naked?" Dante stuttered, paling, "Didn't know that…" He shrugged, composing himself, "Doesn't change anything anyway. It'll be me or Vergil. Nero won't last the Heat, that's deadly and I'm not about to let anyone else get close to him." Dante was already climbing the stairs when he finished the sentence.
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Nero had stretched out on the bed in an attempt to cool off. It was so hot. On top of that, it was starting to hurt. Like he'd been exercising for too long, holding his muscles in tension of too long. That's when the door opened, and Dante's warm scent washed over him. He smelt like pizza, gun oil, blood, and lust. Nero whimpered desperately, drawing his legs up to his chest in a half hearted attempt at modesty.
" oh, fuck me" Dante whispered painfully as he walked into the heat of the room. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought. Dante stumbled like a drunken man towards the bed, his own bed, and just draped himself over the boy. Nero moaned loudly at the contact, loving the sensation, but hating it because he didn't want to like it.
"Hey there," Dante murmured nuzzling Nero's hair affectionately, "fuck, you’re such a pretty bitch" He couldn't help it. Nero's scent made it seemed like the boy begged to get fucked. The only reason Dante still had his clothes on was because Nero was still smelling like Vergil, and the thought of his twin was defiantly a turn off.
Nero tossed his head back, thrusting up against Dante's firm body. "It hurts," he whispered, it felt like his body was on fire, and somehow he knew, he knew that Dante could make it better, "please".
Dante reached up, cupping Nero's chin firmly licking along his jawbone before moving to his mouth, slipping his tongue between more than willing lips to explore the depths hidden within. Nero desperately tried to deepen the kiss. Then something inside of him awoke, and Nero bit down viciously on the invading muscle.
Dante jerked back surprised, and had to force Nero down as he tried to fight off the older man. "I knew you weren't that submissive," Dante smirked darkly, pressing hard against the squirming and wiggling body beneath him. Dante renewed his grip on Nero's jaw and jerked his head to the left, showing perfect, unmarked skin. Dante licked it slowly. The growl Nero had been about to release quickly turned into a moan of liquid pleasure, and his squirming became less forceful, but more pronounced. Dante smirked again, opened his mouth, and bit down on the unmarked side of the boy’s neck.
Nero screamed loudly as tidal wave of pleasure washed over him again, somewhat more intense as the familiar, safe, scent of Dante surrounded him. Nero's back arched impossibly high as Dante released his neck and started licking the wound, then collapsed back onto the bed stated for now, but he could still feel the inferno. Dante pulled back slowly, whipping the blood away from his lips, smirking.
"If you stain my coat, you’re paying for dry cleaning," he muttered, reluctantly pulling himself away from the sleeping form. He took his coat off absentmindedly and draped it over the boy. Dante forced himself to remember Vergil as he exited the room, reminding himself that there would be plenty of time to consummate the bonding after his twin would have been dealt with.
Trish raised an eyebrow as Dante came down the stairs. "That was awfully loud for just a bite,"
Dante shrugged, "He's hypersensitive" he dismissed her implication. "Any sign of Vergil?"
Trish looked around, "You expect him so soon?" She sounded worried.
"He'll know that I've marked the kid," Dante said, opening his freezer and shoving his head inside.
Trish blinked at him, "What are you doing?"
"Cooling off, so I can deal with Vergil," Dante said, "He'll be here-"
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the clatter of doors slaming against a wall coming from the entrance of Devil May Cry. "Soon," Dante finished weakly, pulling his head out of its icy containment.

Vergil hadn’t changed much since the last time Dante had seen him as well as from the second to last time. His hair was still spiky as ever, he had no stubble, from what Dante could tell, and probably never would. He still wore a black vest and blue pants, and his overly flashy blue coat. However he'd built up some muscles, though he'd never be as massive as Dante.
"Hey Vergil," Dante said cheekily as he grabbed Rebellion, "nice to see you."
Vergil growled at his younger brother, "Do you have any idea what you've just done?" He demanded, his eyes flashing.
Dante shrugged, "Marked my mate?" He said feigning innocence.
"Your?" Vergil scoffed, his short temper on the edge, being so close to his mate. "That boy has been mine since he got Yamato."
"That was months ago," Dante said, "you only marked him yesterday."
"He wasn't in the Heat months ago." Dante had to give his twin that one.
And now they were at a standoff. If Dante moved to attack Vergil, his twin would dodge, and make it to Nero first. If Vergil moved first, Dante would be on him faster that Vergil could, well, move.
It was the perfect standoff, until Nero stumbled to the stairs, Dante's coat providing some cover between his naked body and the three demons downstairs.
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Nero opened his eyes when he smelt the man from his dreams. The scent was faint, half smothered by Dante's, but he definitely was there. His body hummed with need, the inferno raging out of control. Nero was sure that if it didn't die soon, he would.
He stumbled out of the bed, wrapped himself up in Dante's coat and stumbled out of the room, following the scent. If Dante hadn't put the fire out, the other man certainly would’ve. Nero reached the top of the stairs before his knees gave out and he was assaulted by the dominating presence of both Dante and the stranger that looked so much like Dante.
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Trish rolled her eyes when the boy appeared. Dante just didn't have any luck. She could go and move Nero back into the room, but looking at the twins staring at him, Trish was hesitant to go anywhere near the boy. Although, she noticed that was the fastest Dante had ever forgotten about a fight.

"Nero, go back to your room," Dante snarled, barely in control of his own body. His twin was a different story.
"Nero," he purred ignoring Dante completely as he slinked up the stairs, "so, that is your name." The boy in question shivered when the men said his name, and let out a breathy moan when eldest of brothers invaded his personal space faster than his sluggish mind had anticipated.
"Vergil," Dante growled, death clear in his voice, "stay away from him."
Vergil tossed and impatient look over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around Nero's shoulders, "You know I'm not fond of sharing," he said, "but I think I can make an exception". Then he started moving Nero towards Dante's room.
Dante was in front of them before Nero could blink. "Share? Share what, Nero? No."
Vergil cocked and eyebrow and pushed Nero into Dante. The action caused Dante's coat to fall off Nero’s arms leaving him naked. Instinctively, the older Devil Hunter wrapped an arm around the youngest, pulling his body even closer. "Stop being selfish, Dante," Vergil sneered, "we both marked him, we both claim him".
Nero was grinding against Dante, licking the older man’s neck and chin, making it very hard for Dante to think at that particular moment. But he tried to, anyway, blinking at his older brother with hazy eyes, "You did that on purpose," Dante accused, his hand sliding down to rest near Nero's ass, "because you knew I'd beat you if we fought".
"Whatever you need to think," Vergil shrugged off his coat, and helped Dante navigate back to his room.

Trish had watched the entire conversation with wide eyes and a slight nose bleed. "Well, I'm leaving," she said but nobody was listening to her, "have fun".
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Nero wasn't sure if he was in heaven or in hell. It was hot, too hot, he was sure that it wasn't heaven, but the pleasure coursing through his body definitely meant that this wasn't hell either.
There was a man in front of him, Dante. He smelled and tasted so good, Nero thought as he started nipping at the man’s throat. His hands ran down Dante's bare torso. When did he managed to take his shirt off?
The thought was interrupted by another bare chest pressing against his back, and a hard bulge against his ass. This one smelt like the man in his dreams, Vergil, his name was. Suddenly he felt teeth scrap over Vergil's bite mark, and he shuddered, fire searing through his veins. When a similar feeling erupted from Dante's bite mark, Nero lost it.
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Dante was having an easy time forgetting Vergil was there as he focused on the very naked Nero writhing in his arms. Nero was mumbling things but Dante didn't care enough to figure out what exactly. Then Vergil was pressing against Nero, forcing the youngest harder against Dante. He leaned down over Nero's neck, and did… something, that made Nero let out the most interesting whimpers Dante had ever heard, and he was a bit miffed, to say that it wasn’t him, who caused Nero to make them. So Dante, never to be one ‘upped’, ran his teeth along his mark, causing Nero to recreate these sinful noises. And then he started struggling.

Suddenly, Nero's head jerked back and the boy let out a vicious snarl. Vergil shot Dante a questioning look.
"He gets like this," Dante said, twirling the three of them around and pushing them all onto the bed.
Vergil made an undignified grunting noise as the other two landed on him, "Dante," he growled menacingly.
"Hold his arms," Dante said as he forced Nero's legs open and kneeled between them.
"Let. Me. Go." Nero snarled struggling fruitlessly against the twins, "I swear, I will kill you."
"Nero," Vergil purred shifting to drag the youngest higher up the bed, "you don't really want to kill us, do you?"
"The hell I don't," he snarled. "Now leggo of- mmgnh!" But he was interrupted by Vergil calming his lips. Nero felt himself submit slightly under the sensual assault on his mouth, and grew angry at that. Like Hell was he going to submit to this man.
Dante looked up at them. Should he let this arrogant prick of an older brother learn that Nero’s got some bit in him? Or should he make Nero pay attention to him? Dante liked the second one better.
After removing his gloves he ran a steady hand up Nero's parted legs, from behind his knee right to his cock. Nero made another interesting noise and opened one of his eyes, which he didn't remember closing, to see what Dante was doing. The older Devil Hunter caught his gaze and winked, before stroking Nero hard and firmly, causing the boy to shudder and buck as best he could.
Nero ripped his mouth away from Vergil's and threw his head back, moaning low in his throat, "Dante," he said breathlessly, his hips jerking up ever so slightly, "Dante, what-?" He sucked the breath in when Vergil started to lick his neck.
"Relax, kid," Dante smiled, leaning in to kiss Nero hungrily. This time Nero did try to bite however, Vergil had his hand on the boy’s cheek forcing it to stay open. Dante claimed Nero’s mouth forcefully, now that he didn’t have to worry about losing his tongue. He pulled back and Vergil claimed Nero's mouth again.
With Nero sufficiently distracted, Dante went to retrieve something that every good boy scout should have, and returned to find Nero moaning helplessly as Vergil played his body like an instrument. If the scent the kid was giving off hadn't made him already painfully hard, the noises would have.
"Verg," Dante said kicking the bed, "hey, asshole!" Vergil growled deep in this throat and pulled his face away from Nero's neck, but kept up his ministrations. "What?" Dante showed him the lube. "Who's on first?"


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now, seriously, who's first? vergil, Dante, Both at once? (me: Ow)
until Next time!