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V’s moans rang out throughout his room, the grunts of the man behind him a perfect counter to the sounds he was pulling out of his lover. His hips were gripped tightly enough that surely marks in the shape of fingerprints would be left behind, V very much looking forward to tracing over the bruises later, to remind himself of their time locked together in rapture.
“Oh gods, Nero....” V cried out, hips bucking forwards as one of those burning hot hands left his hip to wrap around his straining length instead.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you V?” Nero panted, nipping at the sweaty skin of V’s throat. “You gonna come for me? Gonna take everything I have to give you?”
“Fuck!” V all but screamed out, body going taut like a wire, before snapping, a rush of ecstasy rushing over him as he came all over Nero’s fist; body shuddering through the aftershocks.
Nero cursed as V’s body clamped down on him, ripping his own orgasm from him without warning. He groaned lowly as he thrust shallowly to prolong their pleasure, finally falling still and lying panting, curled around V’s sweat soaked body.
“V, baby, you ok?” Questioned Nero tiredly, scraping dark, sweaty strands of V’s hair off of his face.
“Hmm,” he received in reply, V too tired to bother speaking.
“Don’t sleep yet V, we need to get you cleaned up first,” Nero urged, to no avail. V was already dead to the world.
Huffing out a fond laugh, Nero shook his head and gently wiped V clean as best as he could, having to resist the urge to turn his touches less innocent, before eventually heading off to have a shower himself. He would have liked to remain curled up beside his lover, but he had an exam he was meant to be studying for, and unfortunately, he had procrastinated long enough already.
As Nero stepped out of the bathroom, padding down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before studying, he was surprised to see both Dante and his father were home. It was pretty rare to see both men at home at the same time, and if he didn’t know better, Nero would say that it was deliberate.
“Hey, Dad, Dante. Night off?” He questioned, ducking the hug his father tried pulling him into and returning Dante’s fist bump with a smirk when he frowned.
“Hey brat, shouldn’t you be studying?” Dante teased in response, eyeing him speculatively. “Or have you been having a little fun instead?” The lecherous look on his face left no room for doubt about exactly what he meant, not that Nero would have had trouble decerning his meaning regardless.
Nero rolled his eyes in exasperation. “As if you don’t already know.” He grumbled. Honestly, it wasn’t as though any of them could resist having V to themselves whenever the opportunity arose; so why Dante though he would even bother trying to now was a mystery to Nero.
“V still up?” His dad questioned, breaking up what would have likely devolved into an argument before it could even get started.
“Nah, he was asleep when I left him. I think I tired him out.” He smirked at the raised brows he received, before excusing himself and heading back upstairs. It wouldn’t be long, he knew, before at least one of the older men came upstairs and slipped into V’s room themselves.
V grumbled sleepily as light from his open door spilling in to his room and fell upon his face, his nose scrunching up in annoyance as he rolled over to get away from the glare. The bed beside him dipped slightly under the weight of another body, V sighing in content as his body shifted to lean against another’s warmth.
“Hmm, Nero?” He murmured, without opening his eyes; wondering if the younger man had returned to his bed.
“No, not Nero.” A low voice murmured. “Go back to sleep V, I’ll let you rest for a bit longer alright.”
“‘K,” V agreed, slipping quickly back into slumber.
V came awake with a gasp, his back arching, a pleasured whine escaping him as his body was relentlessly plundered by the three fingers thrusting in and out of him. Pre-come beaded on the tip of his cock, spilling out over the hand gripping his length.
“You’re still so loose and full of Nero’s come,” Dante growled lowly in V’s ear, teeth tugging at the lobe, breath hot and damp against his neck. “Can you hear how slick you are? Feel how my fingers are pushing Nero’s come back inside of you?”
V let out a low, guttural moan at Dante’s filthy words, his body clenching down around his fingers as his feel of arousal rose even higher. Gods, he could feel Dante’s fingers moving inside of him, could feel those thick digits pulling out to scoop up more of the thick, creamy mess that had leaked out of him as he had slept, pushing in back inside of his eager body.
“Please...Dante...!” Dante chuckled, low and dark in his ear, not stopping his motions, hard length pressed against V’s thigh.
“Please what V? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He teased.
“Fuck! Dante, please, I want you....” V bucked into Dante’s hold, crying out as fingers grazed his prostate teasingly.
“You have me V, tell me what you want.”
V let out a growl of frustration, wrenching Dante’s hand from between his legs and pushing the older man down onto his back on the bed. He had an all too brief moment to enjoy the look of surprise upon his face, before he threw his leg over his waist, lining his slick hole up with Dante’s cock, and sinking down on it in a smooth, steady slide. A breathy moan left V’s parted lips as he sank down, hands slamming down on Dante’s chest, fingers curling inwards to leave crescent marks upon his smooth chest.
“This, this is what I want,” V gasped, rolling his hips sinuously. “You...inside of me...”
“Yessss,” hissed Dante, his hands moving to grip V’s hips tightly, fingers laying over the already darkening marks Nero had left earlier. “You look exquisite sitting on my lap, riding my cock.”
V whined, low in his throat, the stimulation almost too much after his earlier times with Nero.
Further words were made impossible when V bent down, slanting his lips hungrily across Dante’s, tongue dipping into his mouth and stealing the breath from his lungs. Whatever rhythm they had managed to build up before then was soon lost, their movements turning frantic as they chased one another over the edge of bliss.
“Fuck V, you feel so tight even after taking Nero inside of you...” groaned Dante, bucking his hips and burying himself deeper inside of V.
“D-dante! I’m close, going to....to.....to....” V’s voice broke, his nails scoring marks down Dante’s chest and stomach as he came untouched, a startled moan escaping him as Dante rolled them over, teeth clamping down on the crook of his neck as he thrust deeply, chasing his own orgasm.
“Gods V....”
Dante came with a muffle shout, his come spilling out and mixing with what was left of Nero’s, still inside of V. He hovered over V’s prone form, panting and shaking in the aftermath, sweat dripping from his chin to land on V. Slowly, oh so slowly, Dante pulled out, his cock giving a twitch as he watched a flood of come leak out of V’s clenching hole. Gods, he wanted to bend down a lick it up, share the taste of it with V; paint his skin in it, smother V in their scent.
As though he was able to read Dante’s mind, V’s legs fell open further, his head tilted back and he panted for air, hips twitching minutely. As tempted as he was though, Dante could clearly see the exhaustion on V’s face; dark circles already making their appearance beneath his green eyes. He’d forgotten that Nero had already fucked V earlier that night, more than once if he wasn’t mistaken, and on top of that, V had had a full week at work also.
So as much as Dante would like to continue, he knew that the best thing for V would be to clean them both up and let the other man rest. That didn’t mean that Dante wouldn’t climb back in bed with him and cuddle him afterwards though, unlike Nero, he didn’t have anything else he had to be doing, he thought with a smirk.
But before he let V drift back to sleep, Dante made sure that V drank a large glass of water and had a few bites of food Vergil had obviously prepared, only relenting when V’s dark head kept drooping in tiredness, his limbs falling heavily upon the bed between swallows.
“Night V,” Dante purred, pressing his front against V’s warm back and holding him close.
“Night Dante,” slurred V, already well on his way to sleep.
V barely even stirred when his door was opened again later that night, yet another warm body sliding under the sheets beside him; merely turning and burying his face against a warm chest that rumbled with contentment.
Vergil gently carded his fingers through V’s hair, smiling in contentment as he let sleep pull him under.
V woke slowly, blinking his eyes a few times to clear the blurriness from his vision, turning his head to cover his yawn with his arm. He was surrounded by two warm bodies pressed against both his front and back, warm breath fanned across the back of his neck and causing his hairs to shift and tickle him. Shifting slightly, V frowned at the tacky feeling that remained on his skin, even after the clean-up he knew both Dante and Nero had provided him with.
As carefully as possible, so as not to wake either other man, V slipped from the bed, padding quietly into the bathroom. As he waited for the shower to heat up, V stared at himself in the mirror, a half-smile pulling at his swollen lips.
Finger shaped bruises lined his waist and hips, kiss marks scattered across his neck and chest, with Dante’s bite marring the skin where his shoulder and neck met. He raised a pale hand, pressing against the tender flesh, shivering at the fresh sting of pain that created.
It was only when V could see steam billowing around the room that he moved, stepping into the shower and under the spray with a low moan of enjoyment. Tilting his head back to wet his hair, V suddenly became aware of another’s presence in the room. He hoped it was who he thought it was, he’d missed him the night before.
Vergil woke with a start when he heard the shower turn on, his eyes flying open to be met with the sight of Dante sprawled across the bed, V nowhere in sight. Rolling out of the bed, he padded silently towards the bathroom, testing the door, pleased to find that V hadn’t locked it. Taking the action for an invitation, Vergil entered the already steamy room, turning to shut and lock the door behind him. In the fogged-up mirror, Vergil could make out the shape of V already standing beneath the spray, his eyes closed and head tilted back to wet his hair.
Quickly shucking off his clothes, Vergil slid open the shower screen and stepped inside, watching as V’s eyes slowly opened as he felt the cool air touch his heated skin.
“Vergil,” V greeted him huskily, voice still hoarse from the previous night. “I missed you last night.”
The invitation in V’s eyes was impossible to resist, and Vergil didn’t even try, dipping forwards to claim his lips with his own.
“You looked exhausted,” he murmured lowly, “I thought I’d let you rest and have my turn today instead.” His hands were already snaking their way around V’s waist, one lowering further to grasp at V’s arse, fingertips dipping in between his cheeks to stroke over his slightly swollen hole.
“Hmm, well it’s a new day already, and I am feeling well rested,” the rest of his words were cut off by a moan, as Vergil’s fingers pressed harder, breeching his body. A veritable flood of come rushed out of V, coating Vergil’s fingers in the sticky fluid. Vergil pulled his hand back, staring at his stained fingers.
“V-vergil?” V questioned, only to gasp as he was spun around and pinning up against the wall.
“Gods V, I’m going to devour you.” growled Vergil; before dropping to his knees and spreading V wide open to his hungry gaze. He moaned gutturally as he stared at the viscous white come oozing out, before swiping it up with his eager tongue.
“Vergil!” V’s scream echoed around the room, unable to stop himself from crying out. His hands scrambled uselessly against the tiled wall in a desperate attempt to hold on, Vergil showing him no mercy as he thrust his tongue inside, stroking along those quivering walls and devouring every last drop of come that he could manage to scoop out.
Vergil could feel the way that V’s legs began to shake, and doubled his efforts, using his fingers to pry V open wider, their longer reach also able to tease him further.
“You taste so damned good V; I want you to come for me.”
V felt helpless against his order, unable to do anything but obey; his body clenching down on Vergil’s tongue and fingers as his knees shook and struggled to keep him upright. Vergil rose to his feet swiftly, spinning V around and pressing his back against the wall, the look of hazed pleasure on his face arousing him further.
He pressed his lips against V’s slack mouth, darting his tongue between them and sharing the taste of V and his other lovers with him. A whimper escaped V, before his hands tangled themselves in Vergil’s silvery locks, pulling the older man even closer so that he could better share the taste of himself.
Pressing his hard cock against V’s soft stomach as they continued to kiss, Vergil could feel V start to harden once more as their bodies continued to slide and rock against one another.
“You ready for more?” Vergil asked, hands stoking down V’s sides and back up again in a maddening rhythm.
“I’m ready for whatever you can give me,” V responded clutching at Vergil’s shoulders as he arched into his touches. “But first...”
Vergil grunted as he was pushed back against the opposite wall, having to close his eyes as the spray from the shower stung them; only slitting them open enough to watch as V slunk forwards, kissing down his body and lapping up the water trail down his chest as he went. A bitten off curse escaped from between Vergil’s clenched teeth, the fingers of his left hand tangling themselves in V’s dark hair as that sinful mouth descended and wrapped around his bobbing cock, all the way down to the base.
V looked up a Vergil through his lashes, taking in the clenched jaw and the flush high on his cheeks. He could feel the way his stomach quivered with every lick and suck, Vergil’s hips trembling against his restraining hold, desperate to thrust further down his throat. Maybe another day when they weren’t in the shower, then V would let Vergil fuck his throat until he came, but not today. Pulling back slightly, V let his tongue drag along the underside of Vergil’s length teasingly, dipping his tongue in the slit to lap up the pre-come leaking profusely from the tip.
Before V even had a chance to decide on how to further tease Vergil, the older man was pulling him up by the grip he still had of V’s hair. V let himself be guided to his feet, letting his head fall back with a muffled groan at the sting in his scalp.
He only just managed to hold in the gasp of surprise as he was slammed back against the shower wall once more, Vergil’s hand cushioning his head against the impact. Even now, desperate and nearly out of control, Vergil was still thinking of V’s wellbeing. However, those sorts of thoughts were soon pushed far to the back of V’s head when Vergil shifted them both, snaking his hands beneath V’s legs and lifting him high into the air. He groaned as Vergil’s cock pressed searchingly against his hole, whimpering as he finally sunk home, each inch dragging along his slick walls.
“Gods V, you’re still so full of come, even though I licked out as much as I could reach before,” growled Vergil breathlessly into his ear. “How much come did that leave inside of you, how much more come is still in here,” V moaned helplessly as Vergil pressed a warm hand against his stomach, his body clenching down on him in arousal.
“Not enough,” he rasped, biting down on his lip to contain his moans, “it won’t be enough until you’ve filled me too.”
“You’re so filthy,” Vergil snarled, lifting V higher, before dropping him down as he snapped his hips up. “Gods, how you’re always ready for us.”
Words were meaningless after that, gasps and moans the only things coming from their mouths, accompanied by the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing loudly in the room. The hot water continued to pound down upon Vergil’s back as he thrust into V, desperately chasing his orgasm, his eyes half lidded as he watched his lover fall apart in his hands.
V gasped and moaned silently, his voice trapped in his throat, mouth hanging open as he frantically tried to pull oxygen into his lungs. Spray from the shower kept his eyes tightly closed, the stray droplets hitting his face and mingling with the saliva that escaped his slack lips, only for Vergil to dart forwards and lick both up with a hot tongue, pushing the moisture back into V’s mouth, sealing their lips together in a demanding kiss.
His body winding tighter and tighter with each thrust, V tore his mouth away from Vergil’s with a soundless scream as the tension snapped and he came over his own fist. He wasn’t even sure when he had reached down to take himself in hand, his body trembling in the aftershocks as Vergil continued to drive relentlessly into him. V could feel himself clench down weakly as Vergil picked up his dirtied hand, drawing his digits into his mouth and sucking the creamy spend from his fingers, eyes closing in enjoyment.
It didn’t take long for Vergil to finish after that, groaning long and low into the curve of V’s neck, his mouth sucking a matching mark to compliment Dante’s on the other side. They stood there in the cooling spray of the shower, leaning against one another as they tried to catch their breaths. Vergil very carefully lowered V back to the ground, catching him when his shaky legs threatened to fold under his own weight.
“I hope you left enough hot water for the rest of us!” Dante’s voice yelled from the bedroom, breaking the last of the mood that still lingered between them.
V muffled his laughter against Vergil’s chest, before reaching out to grab the soap for a quick clean-up in the now tepid water.
“No, fuck off!” Vergil yelled back, making V nearly topple over with laughter.
“That wasn’t nice, you know.” V scolded him teasingly.
“I’m not a nice person,” Vergil responded, ruining his statement by pecking V gently on the forehead. V didn’t respond, only chuckled to himself. He knew just what sort of person Vergil was, no matter what the other man tried to say.
“Come on, I’ve got all of today off, and I’d like to spend it with all of you.” Urged V, stepping out of the shower.
“Last night and this morning wasn’t enough of us?”
“A lifetime will never be enough of you all. I want you all, forever.”