leon's gov mandated hand holder

It haunts him for days after. Why would Vergil not just use his blood to activate the spell? The twins bleed freely all the time, mostly for each other, so it would’ve been nothing to slice his wrist with Yamato. It certainly would have been more ‘Vergil’, more honorable and composed.

But no, perhaps Vergil has grown ever slightly more lax, more lazy under his twin brother’s influence in the time they’ve spent together.

Regardless of reason, the vision of those plump lips pursing, that wet pink tongue peaking out to push spit onto the ground— it plagues Dante, replays every time he watches Vergil’s lips move around words.

He imagines the scene exactly the same, but with his wanting cunt the target of Vergil’s spit instead of that sigil. The vacant, disinterested look in his twin’s steely eyes as the saliva leaks out and lands home on his throbbing clit. Like it’s less than a chore, it’s of no interest to his Hell-King older brother to slick his hole with his waste to ease the way for his cock.

Dante would probably beg for it in his mouth, too. With Vergil dicking him deep, hardly enough glide with the spit alone, dragging the edges of his cunt and keeping his cock glued inside with every thrust. He’d stare up at Vergil and open his mouth, silently begging for him to plant one there too— a disconnected kiss, a swap of nearly identical DNA.