I was poking around my hard drive and had forgotten about this-
142 words, Vergil/Dante, smut.
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Vergil never bothers taking off his clothes during their quick trysts in missions, in the lulls between tearing through hordes of demons.
Not, Dante thinks, as he gets slammed back against the wall and dexterous fingers smoothly strip down his pants, that he really minds.
There’s the hard tearing burn as Vergil shoves in and Dante hisses and lets his teeth sink into the flash of pale skin before him. He manages to wriggle up and curl his legs around the lean shifting hips to match each grind and his brother gives one long sliding thrust in appreciation that leaves Dante arching back against the railing. A few beats later the slick hand around his cock brings a snarled release that rivals the thrill of Devil Trigger and his brother follows a moment later.
Neither one has yet to break a sweat.
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