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Sex was one of those things that served a variety of purposes. Fundamentally, it was for procreation. Amongst most sentient species it went beyond that, it was for pleasure, it was for intimacy, it was a shared experience of carnal lust or affection. It was a quiet declaration of love or a loud display of desire. There were so many things it could be, so many things it sprung from.
Depending on the mood, Vergil found their exploits to cover a few bases at a time. It was a way he could show affection while it was also most definitely a mutual way of blowing off steam after a rough day or week. What it didn’t serve was its original purpose. Lawrence and him both being male meant that life was an impossibility from the act between them. However, logic meant little in the face of instinct. Instincts that were so ingrained in his demonic nature he could barely resist them at the worst of times and with so little knowledge on them, he was concerned as to what they entailed.
For a week he held these thoughts back. Quiet, muted, annoyingly itching the back of his mind. That all changed when he’d triggered during a not-so-routine mission. Letting that devil side rush forward proved to be his downfall in that regard. He could barely contain himself that time. The adrenaline wearing off, the high of combat slowly settling down from his senses and mingling with the intoxicating cinnamon sweet scent that always lingered in the air around his angel.
Comfort and familiarity were things that also dragged him further down into those instincts. When gentle hands performed mundane actions like resting on his leg or brushing against him, it had started to send his mind racing. Public affection was never his thing so his partner had always kept those little touches as his way to remind him that he was there. Sure, on occasion his hand had found its way up a bit too high to be innocent under the cover of a table but the occurrence wasn’t regular enough to trigger some sort of Pavlovian response to touching his knee. The thoughts were much louder since that day he triggered.
So here he sat beneath the cold water in the shower of his boyfriend’s apartment. The day had been filled with the desk aspect of their work. Bureaucracy proved to be boring and boredom did not help with the ever-present and illogical thoughts that he needed to breed him. Using the powers of higher thought to remind himself that it was in fact a feat that could not be achieved served to do absolutely nothing. The thought sat gnawing at him for days and only got worse. It had reached a boiling point as he came home after work with Lawrence. Instead of going straight back to his room back at the Devil May Cry, he’d made the last minute decision to come back with him for a date. He was so capable of saying no to everyone but him. This mood had made him snappy with people, his brother especially. Something so minimal as moving his food to another shelf in the refrigerator had nearly sparked bloodshed. Being the kind soul he was, Lawrence had definitely decided that maybe a date would lift his spirits, or perhaps Dante had called him complaining about his sibling’s terrible disposition lately.
The shower wouldn’t get any colder. He’d turned it down completely but he still felt like his skin was burning up. The devil leaned his head up against the tile wall, hunched over, praying that the icy water would just do anything to alleviate him. It did not. Being in his partner’s apartment, his space, that was so full of him in every nook and cranny of the place had dialed everything into overdrive. He was doomed. Uncontrollably hard and fighting the scales that would form at his chest. He was losing a battle to his instincts on two fronts now. He could just wait under the cold shower until it went away. If it went away at this point. Part of him wondered if he could just get dressed, albeit very uncomfortably in his state, and just claim he was sick and go home. Except he never got sick and the ranger in the other room knew this, as well as on the off chance he was sick there would be so much concern over the matter he wouldn’t be allowed to just leave.
A knock at the door nearly startled him from his thoughts. “Hey, baby, you good? Been in there damn near half an hour.”
“I’m…quite alright.” He fought the growl that tried to take over his voice. “I’ll be out…shortly.” There was no way he’d manage to disguise the gruff undertones without the barrier of a door and the running water. He had gained suspicion from his boyfriend though, stalling in the bathroom was no longer an option. He turned the water off, feeling worse than he felt getting into the shower. Trying to towel off was dreadful. Surrounding his head in the scent that was already driving him mad sent more blood south, something he couldn’t really believe to be possible, following it up with even attempting to dry anything off between his legs. It was all just blending into this irresistible wash of need. The increasingly annoying devil urges kept inspiring worse ideas. One such ideas being to rut into the towel because it just smelled oh so nice . The cursed thought nearly grabbed him but he resisted.
He’d never been nervous of sex with Lawrence, his partner probably having the higher drive between them normally. It was comfortable even in times when they’d messed around with some less-than-vanilla things. As boyfriends it was normal but what worried him now was that this wasn’t just some lust found in some passing, sneaky bedroom eyes during the day, this was uncontrollable and almost feral feeling need. Worse than the time the angel was just so horny he dragged him off to defile a storage closet.
He felt his claws scratch against the countertop he’d begun gripping. His trigger was slipping through even more. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Vergil would admit with quite a bit of shame that his cock twitched just at the voice through the door. “Babe? Can I come in?” It was a genuinely worried tone. But it was worry over him . Why did that thought make his cock twitch again? Logic had barely been a guest before, now it was on its way out. The door handle turned to open the door. As if to keep logic hostage, his tail slammed that door shut. “V-Vergil? What’s wrong?” He had definitely sent the nephilim’s concern through the roof now. “Vergil- you can’t hide in my bathroom forever.” More scales invaded his chest. That reinvigorated urge of claiming the angel on the other side as his mate started chipping away at what little uncorrupted mind he had left. It was devolving into thoughts of unholy acts and that baseline need to just carry him to the bedroom and just fuck him senseless. The bedroom was probably going to be optional soon. The door pressed against the long limb holding it shut and he fought back with his tail the first try, the second he finally let go and let the door open. “Ok, enough funny business, Verge. What’s gotten into you?” The blond saw his face first, “You’re completely flush, are you ill? You’re breathing all weird too.” A hand shot up to feel his face. “You’re burning up-” Once the ranger’s eyes finally traced farther down, he could see the scales and features littering his skin. Then they traveled further down across his still unclothed body. “Oh.”
“Oh?” the growl was definitely audible in his voice now.
“Y’know you read the cheesy novels about monstersex and mating cycles, but until today I thought they were all fiction.” There weren’t enough functional brain cells left to unpack his boyfriend’s strange choice in literature. “Is it safe to say we’re canceling going out tonight?”
“We should move our date…this issue is not going away.”
“Canceling going out, yes, dear. Our date however is going to be making that issue go away.” The amount of enthusiasm from Lawrence made him wonder if he should’ve ever tried to hide this affliction in the first place. There was a tug on his hand, “Come with me.” It was a gentle demand rather than a question. He let himself be led to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. The simple actions required him to hold back considerably, every thought was some variation of pinning his angel down to the mattress. When the man started to pull away he grabbed at his arm. “Let me grab a few things first, I’m not going anywhere.”
The devil was barely convinced, following him the three paces to the dresser drawer where Lawrence pulled out a bottle. Vergil came up behind the ranger and nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent and pressing his arousal into the angel’s back.
“Alright, alright, relax a bit.” The blond practically had to wrestle himself free from his grip. He was once again directed to take a seat at the edge of the bed. He complied and watched as his partner got onto his knees and took the head of his member into his mouth. The devil hissed at the contact. It provided some relief while also fanning the flames more. He’d bob a little farther down his length each time but it was taking too long. Vergil had been stewing with this mood all week, he no longer felt like waiting, so he encouraged his lover a bit by thrusting into his mouth. He’d let out a long groan as he watched the rest of his shaft disappear into the angel's mouth. He sat there a moment, enjoying the wet heat of Lawrence’s throat. More scales crept up his arms, he wanted to chase that wet heat, thrust into the back of his mouth. So he did, slowly at first, until his partner adjusted well enough to where he could keep a rhythm up against his tongue. He laced his fingers through golden locks and held onto them as he fucked into his throat, trying to not let the claws coming through catch his scalp. He could feel each moan he let out against his cock, making him fuck into his mouth harder. He could feel the buildup of release creeping in. He looked down at the lust filled eyes peering back up at him, watching as he happily took him with each thrust. Vergil didn’t care that Lawrence had bruised his thighs with his grip as he came down his throat, they’d be gone in seconds anyway. Letting go of the mess of blond hair, he leaned back to let his partner pull off of his aching length. His release didn’t serve to dull his arousal at all.
The angel got up from his knees and the cambion grabbed under his thighs to drop him onto the bed where clawed hands clumsily pulled open his button down. There were few complaints as he messily suckled on the exposed skin leaving a trail of marks across his chest and collarbones. Getting carried away, he bit slightly too hard right at the junction of his neck drawing a little blood. The metallic tinge on his tongue and the sudden grip on his hair would’ve sent panic through him were it not accompanied by a needy groan and a buck against his hips. He left a dark mark a little farther up and then another and another.
“Verge,” his name coming out between gentle pants was like honey to him, “careful, my shirts not gonna hide anything past that-“
“ Good .” He left an extra prominent one next, further marking his claim. This was his mate. He would make sure there was no room to doubt that.
He leaned back to admire the artwork across his lover’s skin, letting out a rumble of satisfaction before being overcome with a need to be back inside him. It was like gasoline to an already blazing fire. Hastily his claws fiddled with the button in the way of his prize. He could see the tenting in the fabric, feel the heat of his partner's own arousal but with unwieldy claws he couldn’t reach it. A pair of hands came to the rescue before the infernal fabric got shredded from irritation. The pants and subsequent garments were removed and he climbed up between the ranger’s legs.
“Slow down cowboy, give me the bottle next to you- no claws in me please.” Vergil complied and watched with fragile patience as Lawrence worked himself. It was agony watching those fingers pump in and out of his hole, knowing that it should be his cock stretching him open. He let out an impatient whine as he stroked himself to the sight. As those fingers worked a little faster, he fucked into his hand while watching. He couldn’t wait much longer, he needed to be inside him soon. The devil scooted back into the space between the angel’s knees where he pulled his hand away to place it on his aching member. Lube-slicked fingers stroked at it and it already felt leagues better than his own hand. His desire would not be sated with anything other than painting Lawrence’s insides with his seed. He could no longer wait, he had to be in him. Pushing the hand away and positioning himself at his entrance, hastily pushed his head into the tight hole. The angel let out a choked noise at the sudden intrusion and was left winded as Vergil pushed the next few inches in him. He let him have a few seconds of respite before bullying the rest of his length into him. The devil looked down to where he was finally sheathed to the hilt in his lover. He felt the angel clench down around him.
When Lawrence squirmed a bit, he gripped his hips in his claws to hold him still. “Don’t move.” He growled quietly.
“Suddenly I’m the impatient one?” The angel teased. It was so embarrassing how close he was to cumming just from finally entering him. Some of those instincts waned as he tried to keep himself from spilling over the edge so quickly. He leaned over to kiss his lover, fighting to keep himself together at every slight movement between them. The ranger’s fingers laced through his hair. They traced his scalp until they found his horns which had been the latest part of his trigger to escape. He let out a loud, demonic purr and leaned into the hands caressing his horns. The hands roamed down to his shoulders and then back, where they found the base of his wings. There was a slight shiver down his spine as fingers ran across the scaly surface. He spread his wings out above them, ignoring the crash of stuff being knocked off of nearby surfaces. He swung his tail around to flaunt as well, only adding to the room’s growing chaos. If his mate was assessing him, then he’d show off. It garnered more attention from the roaming hands across his outstretched wings and all those instincts came flooding back in. His mate appreciated his form, proving his display to be adequate. Catching the blond below him completely off-guard with the sudden fast-pace he’d set with his hips, he proceeded to plow into him mercilessly as his wings became handles for his surprised lover. Clawed hands slipped from the hips he was gripping to grab at the angel’s thighs, spreading his legs further apart.
Lawrence let out a numerous amount of noises going from breathy grunts and melting into strangled moans alongside the slapping of skin. Heat spread across Vergil’s chest as more and more scales erupted from his body. There was a harsh gripping at his wings, indicating that his partner was close. He brought his tail around and wrapped it around the angel’s waist and lifted him a bit to change the angle at which he drove into him. He felt a particularly tight grasp around his cock paired with a cry from the man in his grasp.
“Right there…keep going like that. Please .” His lover begged. With that overwhelmingly positive response, he continued his rough pace at the angle. It wasn’t long before his name was being babbled between moans and Lawrence was spilling his own release across his stomach. The way he quivered around him during his orgasm led the devil to his own peak. A hot wave of energy from his bristling trigger rippled under his skin as he hilted against him and came.
Vergil kept their bodies melded together at the hips as they came down from their pleasure high. Lawrence’s head leaned back tired against the pillow he was on, catching his breath. There was one problem, the cambion was still hard. He was still swimming in the thoughts of ruining his partner completely. The angel wasn’t nearly enough of a mess to have been bred properly. The devil sat back up, pulling his lover with him to keep them connected. The ranger’s whole body tensed up with the movement. And it tensed up again when he experimentally moved his hips again.
There was a look that crossed Lawrence’s face when he realized he may have bitten off more than he could chew when he’d offered to take care of this. “You’re really rearing to go out the gates like that?” Vergil pulled almost all the way out before driving back in completely and the angel’s back arched as he whined. His lover was definitely sensitive from round one still but the delicious keening noises he made as he slowly pumped deeply in and out were too difficult to resist.
His tail squeezed tighter around Lawrence’s waist to hold him still as he writhed under each thrust. He slowly picked up his speed again and the angel was letting out high pitched whines and choked out moans, squirming from the overstimulation. The increasingly dissonant lewd noises the ranger made fueled him further and further until he was back to his fast pace, slamming roughly into his partner. Arm slung over his face as he lay slack jawed and drooling, Lawrence was looking more and more debauched and closer to the mess he wanted to see him as. The angel let out a sharp cry as he came a second time. Vergil reached his third peak, putting a second load into his mate before pulling out this time.
He could feel the secondary set of horns around his face and the uncontrollable swirling heat all throughout himself. More scales had sprouted, the thick pauldrons sat around his shoulders, spikes on his legs caught the sheets they were on and he was still plagued with arousal. The man wrapped in his tail was a sweaty, fucked mess. Shivering from his second orgasm still, he was a boneless disaster and he was still not in a state that the devil could say was satisfactory. Still not filled enough to be bred. So he handled him with his tail and clawed hands to flip him onto his stomach. He gripped his hips and lay his cock against his ass again, still flushed with need.
“I need more of you. I want all of you.” It came out husky and demanding.
“There’s no way…” A raspy complaint came from the blond.He let out a low rumble as he lifted his hips with his tail and slipped into the now sloppy hole again. Lawrence arched slightly and let out another whine as he was split open again. Vergil was pleased with how easily his lover’s body accommodated him now, pulling him in and tightening around him when he’d pull back.
There was more fight to his squirming this time, past the point of overstimulation now. He lay his weight down on his partner as he pressed deep into him again. The angel let out a long muffled moan into the pillow and a new response was his feathered wings emerging. They shuddered with the rest of the rangers body as he began to slowly fuck him again. When they’d come up a bit and smacked him he’d decided they were a hindrance and used his own wings to pin them to the bed. The ranger’s response was a sharp intake of breath and to jerk his hips back into him. The devil let out a satisfied groan at the sight of Lawrence completely at his mercy beneath him, ass completely taking him, exposed with his wings trapped beneath his own, the cherry on top was the blissed-out, lust-filled eyes he was making back at him. The nephilim had taken a few punishing rounds yet still seemed wanton for more. He hadn’t ruined him yet, but the sight had him convinced that this was how he was going to break and breed him. He didn’t want his mate to have any thoughts of anything other than being filled by him.
He set a hasty rhythm again, rocking his hips as far forward as he could. He pushed as deep as he could go, growling and moaning hoarsely while he fucked his lover’s cum-slicked insides. They were a symphony of sinful noises. There was a shout of his name as the angel climaxed violently again and that was when blue light had filled the room. Unable to contain his sin trigger any longer, it had fully overtaken him.
“Time out, Verge, time out-” Lawrence desperately wheezed at him. What little of his sound mind remained had it in him to freeze. It took so much focus to fight the urge to buck his hips forward into the hole that felt so much tighter. “ Fuck .” The blond hissed, chest heaving as he panted heavily. When he looked down at where they were connected he realized that he was only halfway in and that he was being squeezed so well because his trigger’s anatomy was a fair bit larger than his human one. The angel’s whole body trembled as he sat stretched around his dick. Lawrence tried to sit up a bit and out of instinct Vergil pinned the feathered wings beneath his harder. There was an abrupt moan that escaped his partner as he once more tensed at the action. It made him want to hold him down and fuck him more. He let out a demonic rumble and leaned forward to lick down the angel’s spine, having lost the ability to kiss in this form. The man shuddered from the sensation. He pressed more of his length into the tight heat experimentally. Lawrence gasped, “Patience, patience please. It’s not everyday you get something the size of a fence post in you.” He let out a needy purr in response, once again nudging a little more into him. “ F-fuck , It’s too much, Vergil. If you’ve got much more of that thing it’s not going to fit.” Another little push forward.
“You’re taking me so well, starlight.” His distorted voice rumbled to his lover. “Can you just take a little more?”
The angel was panting wildly, letting out little heady mewls at every slight shift they made. He’d worked himself about two-thirds of the way in, throbbing as he sat nestled in the tight confines of his partner’s walls. “Shit…” Lawrence was a quivering mess, “Just…just get it the rest of the way in. There can’t be that much left to go.”
“Are you sure?” He warned slightly.
“I can take it, promise.” There was a slight humor to the response. Vergil gripped his partner to keep him from wiggling away as he fully penetrated him. Another sharp cry left the ranger as he spasmed through another peak. His breathing was ragged as his body went limp in his grasp. The devil growled contentedly as he stuffed his partner full. There was a level of ecstasy in him as he could feel his hips make flush contact with the angel’s ass. He moved his hand to feel the very slight bump he created at his partner’s belly. He sat there letting Lawrence acclimate to him a bit more before pulling slightly out and rocking gently back in. The angel didn’t yet have enough breath to make sound. He repeated the slow motion, the small ridges along his member rubbing against his lover. Again, in and out a little more this time and the ranger was grasping the sheets. A little further the next thrust and out came a garbled moan. Lawrence buried his face into the pillow as the thrusts slowly worked up to him taking three-fourths of his length. Vergil felt another climax hit his lover as his hips drove into him with a squelch. He dug his claws into the angel’s hips, breaking the skin slightly as he fully pulled out and slammed into him. A muffled whimper left the blond. He did this again with more fervor until he’d set a steady flow of movement. His one clawed hand remained at his belly, feeling everytime he bottomed out into him. He switched to shallow thrusts as he picked up a desperate pace. As heat built up in him, draining south to engorge his member further, Lawrence felt so impossibly tight around him. So warm, so soft, so pliant against his trigger’s cock. Demonic growls came from him as he neared his next orgasm. Each movement brought that coiling warmth in his belly out more, until finally with a roar he came. A hot wave of sticky fluid poured into his mate. He remained inside and purred as he leaned down to nuzzle the angel’s head on the pillow. The man was disheveled, hair plastered to his face and the corners of his mouth.
A blooming warmth of affection spread through the devil’s chest. He wanted to claim him as his mate completely. He wanted to fill him up with his cum, paint his mark all over him and breed him. Feral instinct blended together with genuine love and he purred more intensely, nuzzling further against his partner's face. “Babe…” he croaked out hoarsely, “I’m appreciating you checking in on me like this, but you’re still in me and you don’t seem to be getting any softer.” The demon licked a stripe across the corner of his lover's lips. “You’re joking…”
“Just a little more.” Vergil coaxed in a low growl. “I’ve nearly had my fill, I’ve nearly claimed you, just a little more until you’re bred nice and proper.” His pleading was distorted. He shifted his hips slightly, moving the weight of his cock around in him. Lawrence tensed, his abused hole still clenching around him. As he moved to sit back up, a hand caught his horns.
“I want your face down here. That’s my condition.” The cambion could comply with that. He lifted his ass a little higher into the air and spread his pinned wings out a little further. This angle let him situate himself between the ranger’s legs a little better, spread him a bit more for him, just reach ever so slightly deeper. He rubbed against the angel’s face again as his horn was released. Taking advantage of his free arm now, the devil grabbed Lawrence’s hands and held them down as well before starting another merciless pace. The bed creaked more violently than before as he continued to lay waste to his mate below him. There was no strength left in the angel’s legs, he was supported entirely by the tail death gripped around his waist and the hard length impaling him. Vergil stopped and pulled out, leaning back up with quiet complaints from his lover. Muttering about his one condition and quivering at the sudden emptiness. If his body was too weak to stay in that position, he’d just find another one that worked. Picking him up and flipping him back onto his back, feathered wings splaying back out behind him. The cambion grabbed his legs and pushed them to his chest. He used his tail to prop him up for a proper angle and sank into him, not stopping until he was fully buried in the angel once more. He leaned back down within reach again letting Lawrence shakily grasp his rough and pointy face. “You’re a handsome beast, y’know that?” What gentle words after their exploits today.
The bed creaking was the only noise besides the tired, heavy breaths between them as he started gently gyrating his hips. The low purr vibrated through his body as he lazily rocked in and out. He licked at his partner’s lips again, tasting the mess of sweat and likely tears that had smeared across them. This round was slower than all the others. Still desperate to fill his mate while gently trying to keep him comfortable now. The slow, deep movements eventually grew erratic, chasing his sweetest high of the day, letting a low bellow out as shockwaves of pleasure raced through him like electricity.
After the last spasm of his peak emptied into his angel, his sin trigger released and he collapsed a drenched, sweaty mess onto him. Lawrence was still reeling from all of it when he’d pulled out and lay down next to him. It was probably fifteen minutes before the ranger had the ability to speak again.
“Well that was… something . I’d perhaps fantasized about whether or not that form was compatible for sex once or twice, but had not considered how large you were in reality.”
Vergil only had it in him to chuckle in response, “You’d considered my trigger before? For something like this? ”
“I’ve been dating a man that turns into a big ol’ blue demon. Who wouldn’t consider it an option? I had just failed to consider the fact that your refractory period would also be inhuman.”
“So you are…alright after all that?” The half-devil rolled onto his side to brush hair out of the other’s face before kissing his cheek.
“Depends on the definition of alright.”
“Are you injured?”
“I ache in places I didn’t know I could, I have an unholy amount of cum leaking from me, and genuinely don’t think I could walk without help right now. All in all, I’m doing great.” There was a pause as he turned his head to face him, “Get it all out of your system?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Because my ass can't take another round. Also I’m starving. As repayment you are going to order dinner delivery and help clean me up.”
They took the next two days off of work. Vergil decided to keep his aching partner company and stay the whole time at the apartment to make up for the fact that he may have been a little too rough with him. There were a few noise complaints in the building that never seemed to go very far and Lawrence’s elderly neighbor who seemed to congratulate him when he next saw her in the hallway.
They sat on the couch eating their take-out one night when the devil first heard the question. “So what’re your plans about moving out of your bro’s place?”
“I haven’t exactly thought about it, why?”
“I need to find a new place soon.”
“Are you asking me to move with you?” The cambion set his fork down, “Is this place not satisfactory for you anymore?”
“Yes, to your first question, if you’d like. And two parts to your second question: If we move in, I’d like to find a space that’s more ours than just mine. The other reason is I didn’t cast a soundproofing spell at all before your little mating ritual a few days ago.”
“ Oh. ”