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Dante's always had a large, supple chest. He knows it and has flaunted it at times when his body confidence was higher than usual. It certainly gives the ordinary people on the street something to stare at instead of his abnormal white hair and ethereal features. And the occasional lover he spent the night with would always be enamored with it. And now that he and Vergil are reunited and have reignited their old flame, his twin seems to be enamored with his chest as well.
Many mornings Vergil will like to sleep in, probably because it’s a luxury he couldn’t afford until now. His head will stay firmly planted on Dante’s chest like it’s the comfiest pillow in the world. Most of the time the younger son of Sparda finds this adorable. But there are quite a few times when it becomes rather annoying. “Verge, come on, lemme up.” Vergil grumbled as Dante tried and failed to shove his twin off. “I’ve gotta make breakfast and take a leak.” After a bit more coaxing and the promise to come straight back to bed, Vergil finally let his younger brother go to relieve himself. And the second Dante kept to his promise and crawled back under the covers, Vergil planted his face right back between Dante’s pecs.
Another recurring instance of Vergil’s obsession with his twin’s chest usually happens after missions or any kind of trip that has the twins separated for long periods of time. Almost immediately upon walking through the door, Vergil’s hands will be groping Dante’s breasts. Holding his twin from behind or from the front, Vergil will squeeze and knead Dante’s pecs while sighing into his brother’s neck. He knows exactly what he does to his twin, working him up like that all of the time. More often than not, Vergil is happy to oblige his little brother with any pleasure demanded after working him up. But Dante thinks he mainly does this as a way to destress. And well, if using Dante’s breasts as stress balls keeps the world safe from his big brother, then who is he to deny him?