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Metallic bitterness bites the tongue of any feeble-minded human male, the body tolerates the taste but there's little enjoyment in the taste. Lacking strong scent, and visual intrigue. A beautiful secretion, ignored and neglected by the race…
For demons, however, it is a delicacy. The saccharine warm fluid drips like honey upon the tongue. Tingling the senses of the palette and flooding the sinuses with incomprehensible pleasure. And any sensible demon will be eager to lap it up wherever they may get it, as you cannot just stumble upon high-quality sustenance without a provider. Without a juicy full vessel…
Dante was no different, as half human half demon, he never actively sought for blood. He indulged his gluttony with human food mostly, whatever tasted best on his tongue he'd eagerly shovel into his gullet.
However, even a whiff of blood, and his stomach growls with desire. Hunger for the sweetness, the energy boost that'd course throughout his entire body with even a lick of it.
He could sniff it out like a shark, no other scent was at the forefront of the demon’s mind like the deep maroon ichor…
Today, Dante awoke from a nap. He'd been spending the past few weeks with his brother, having a blast fighting demons, and each other naturally… He was having a lot of fun, despite Vergil likely not holding the same sentiment.
As he sat up he felt like he was hit by a semi-truck, slapping a hand over his face with wide eyes.
His body got a deep chill, as his senses were inundated with an alluring scent. His head slowly turned to his brother resting at his side, wondering if Vergil could smell it as well.
There was no way he could possibly sleep through it, it awoke Dante like smelling salts, his heart thumping out of his chest with hunger and desperation. And yet his twin stays in his slumber, laid in the fetal position, comfortable as can be upon Hell's fleshy floor.
Dante had to investigate. He got up and started to walk around, looking to see if there was an injured human or animal. The blood wasn't rancid enough to be a full demon’s blood. In that case, it would have smelled more akin to coffee, potent and strong. This smell was more like any generic mammal, sweet like candy or freshly picked fruit.
Dante found the further he walked from his resting place, the fainter the smell got. And when he returned the smell got stronger and stronger.
The white-haired man stood over his twin, coming to the slow realization that the smell was radiating off of Vergil. How could that be?
When Dante sliced at Vergil, making him bleed when they'd tussle, Vergil smelled like a bittersweet mix. A unique scent between human and demon.
But this smell was indisputably sweet and a thousand times stronger than any generic flesh wound.
Dante got down on his hands and knees, looming over Vergil as he pressed his nose along his clothes. Starting with his neckline, down to his stomach, and eventually over his pants…
It was definitely coming from beneath Vergil's pants, Dante's body tensing at how much it shocked his senses.
Dante wanted to know what it was, was Vergil hurt or was there something more?
A guilt was building in his gut, alongside an odd arousal. He felt like a complete pervert but he couldn't help himself, he just wanted a small taste.
He shoved his face in the crook of Vergil's neck, breathing in the aroma that even Vergil's skin possessed, his skin smelled like vanilla, Dante just wanted a taste. With a shaking mouth, Dante gently started lapping at the side of Vergil's neck, trying to tide himself over before doing anything too drastic.
Vergil, aware as he was, quickly woke up after feeling the wet tongue along his sensitive skin.
“Dante?..." he hummed in a groggy tone. Dante pulled back a little, red in the face at Vergil waking up.
He hadn't even considered that Vergil would feel what he was doing. In his mind, Vergil's sleeping body was more akin to a pretty carcass tempting to be explored and devoured.
“V-vergil. Do you smell that? I-it smells so good… What is that.?" Dante questioned in a slow, slurred manner. His clouded judgment made it hard to string sentences together at this point.
Vergil's brows furrowed. Unsure of how to approach this situation, he hadn't considered this could be a point of contention while traveling alone with his male-bodied demon brother.
“You can't have it. Get off." Vergil simply said, his cheeks a little hot at the position they'd found themselves in. He wasn't even angry with Dante, it was only natural his interest would peak, Vergil was more so annoyed at his own negligence.
“B-but I really want it- please please what is it? Do you have something hidden in your pockets? I'm so hungry I'm starving Vergil please please just a taste." Vergil began to shuffle a little, but Dante slowly weighed him down more and grabbed at his hands to keep him down. It wasn't intentional, Dante's body was just grabbing its prey the more desperate it got.
“I- I need to know I'm sorry Vergil." Dante huffed, before popping open the button of Vergil’s leather jeans. He unzipped it and yanked them off, gazing at the new sight. Vergil squirmed and pushed at Dante's chest in worry about what would happen between them.
Dante looked at the panties Vergil wore, white and deeply blood-stained. It was all coming together in Dante's brain, and he didn't care, he didn't care how much of an insane revelation this was, he just wanted to eat.
Dante grabbed at Vergil's legs and held them open, before stuffing his nose against his twins' soft mound.
His brain tingled and his grip on Vergil’s thighs tightened.
“D-dante… This is absolutely unacceptable, it's degenerate behavior, you brute." Vergil whined in protest, although he shut up quickly after he felt Dante's warm tongue rubbing at the fabric of his panties. Dante's breath was hot, bristling along Vergil’s inner thighs, warming him up swiftly.
Their eyes met, Dante's hunger and Vergil's growing allowance for this position, it seemed they came to a silent agreement that this was acceptable.
Although Vergil’s thighs relaxed against Dante's hands, it was clear by his annoyed expression that this was to be a one-time occurrence.
Dante smiles at Vergil’s irritated submission, happy he didn't have to fight Vergil to get a taste.
“Is this not gross to you? Eating from such a place, I'm certain it'll taste rancid.” Vergil asked, glancing away in shame.
“Nuh-uh. It smells fantastic so I'm sure it'll taste fantastic... Besides, you should get tidied up anyways, and there's no fancy bubble baths down here.” Dante chuckled, trying to reassure and get Vergil to ease up a little.
Vergil huffs and nods a little, seeming to agree. It wouldn't be very pleasant to be caked in blood for God knows how long.
“I'll take care of you, ok?~” Dante hums, petting along Vergil's soft thighs. Vergil squints, attempting to look annoyed although his reddening cheeks said otherwise.
Dante softly pulls aside Vergil's panties, taking in the beautiful sight. His brother's soft cunt, stained with blood and shining with wetness. Dante thumbed at Vergil's clit, making the man beneath him jolt in surprise.
“Hey hey relax~” Dante smirks, starting to rub soft circles against the man's nub.
Vergil's chest raised and lowered with increasingly shaking breaths, lust filling his eye the more Dante admires his pussy.
Dante leaned down and licked along Vergil's slit, a low growl coming out of his throat. His actions garnered whines from the older twin, which he continued to repeat.
Soft licking turned to lapping as Dante grew more hungry, taking in the intoxicating taste and scent of his brother's cycle. Dante pressed both of his hands along Vergil's thighs, making his licks longer from his hole to his clit.
Vergil couldn't believe this was happening, to have a man, let alone his brother eagerly drinking at his nectar as though his life depended on it. Even though he tried to keep his composure, his hormonal state made him so hot, so sensitive and desperate for this type of intimacy.
And while part of him was spiteful to get it from Dante, he couldn't deny his younger brother was incredibly skilled at pleasing him.
As Dante heard Vergil beginning to moan, his hands went up to Vergil's vest, taking a brief break to tend to him. Vergil allowed Dante to unzip his vest, small breasts immediately getting caressed without question.
“You're so beautiful, you're so perfect." Dante whispered as he admired Vergil's buds, pinching at his perky nipples.
“O-oh God.” Vergil grimaced, making Dante ease up a little.
“You alright?" He hummed, smoothing his hands along Vergil's thin frame…
“I'm just so s-sensitive- my skin it's… It feels so good." he said breathlessly, covering his mouth with his own hand. Dante raised a brow and felt pleasure zip up his spine. It was very rare for Vergil to admit if he was enjoying himself, it was something that felt intimate in general… But from Vergil, it was just so much to handle.
Dante leaned in and kissed Vergil's lips, then down his neck to his breasts. He squeezed firmly at one, whilst kissing and nipping at the other. Feeling vindicated as Vergil's hands snaked around his back, his nails digging into Dante's back muscles.
After a few minutes of admiring Vergil's torso, Dante was growing hungry again. Going back down on Vergil, sucking on Vergil's bloody folds, Dante beginning to moan as he drank up Vergil more and more.
He could feel the lust, the power, the growing energy, and the harsh throb in his abdomen. With each drop on Dante's tongue, he'd grow more desperate to feed. There was only one way he could do that without harming Vergil.
Dante devil triggered, much to Vergil's surprise…
“H-hey hey what are you doing?" He asked, with a worried expression.
“Shhh~” Dante hissed out, holding Vergil's legs wide as he leaned down. Dante's hot demon tongue rolled out of his scaly maw, a tongue easily around 6-8 inches long, a perfect size for Dante to get deep and clean Vergil sufficiently.
Vergil let out a harsh gasp as Dante plunged his tongue down into his hole, the warm wet appendage sliding down his vagina.
Dante growled in pleasure as he licked up more and more blood. And Vergil's pleasure caused even more to seep out of his cervix as his womb spasmed with pleasure.
Dante shoved the full length of his tongue inside, his teeth grazing along Vergil's folds and clit, stimulating him in every facet.
Vergil grabbed onto Dante's horns, moaning and legs shaking.
“O-oh! Dante!! More more! Please more~!" Vergil moaned as he pulled Dante's head up and down by his horns, the thick tongue grazing each inch of his tight canal. Dante understood and began to make the thrusting motion himself, his claws digging into Vergil's ass to keep him still.
It didn't take long for Vergil to reach his orgasm, flooding Dante's taste buds with his slick, and more of that delightful sweet blood.
Dante lapped up each drop, not allowing Vergil to get remotely dirty.
His tongue folded and rubbed inside, before slowly slipping out.
Dante’s form returned to normal, his chin and lips dyed red with blood. He lays Vergil down into a more comfortable position and lies by his brother's side as they both gasp from such heavy energy exertion.
“You taste so fucking good.” Dante huffs, shaking his head in near disbelief as he comes down from his heightened arousal.
“Hm.” Vergil hums, laid on his back glancing at Dante.
Before long, he looks away shyly…
“I'll let you know if I need another cleaning."