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Who: Vergil, Hwoarang
When: After their sexcapades the night before.
Where: Vergil and Hwoarang's cell
What: Vergil with a sore bum and who knows what kind of attitude.
Rating: PG-17??




A dull pain in his lower back end stirred Vergil from his sleep, and he groaned. Turning over he felt the side of the bunk stopping him from falling off. Wait... falling off? Eyes snapping open he looked at the wall on the other side of the room, wondering why he seemed much higher off the ground. Leaning up on his elbow a little, he glanced over the side of the bunk and blinked. The hell... he quickly turned over to see Hwoarang and it all hit him. Like a bolt of lightning.

"... Ngh." Vergil's hand covered his face as he couldn't believe he done THAT with... with... THAT! Peering at Hwoarang's sleeping body through his fingers, he then brought his hand up to rake through his hair as it was hanging in his face. That human brat and tossed those drugs at him and then everything had just gone down hill from there. He remembered it now. His ass throbbed as if remembering too.

"Well that certainly back fired..." he groaned, cupping his face in his hands, sitting up. Vergil was sure that having sex with his cellmate, was not what Sword had meant when he told him to rough the kid up. Not that Vergil had planned that in the first place. Things had just spun out of control way too quickly. Though way back in his mind he had to admit he'd liked it, A LOT.

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There was no doubt about it, Vergil had magic hands; the Midas touch would probably be an accurate way to describe it, hands that were pure bliss kneading his ass. The young redhead didn’t know everything about Vergil; he didn’t need to know if the other didn’t want to tell him. Right now he liked his ice-prince just this way running hot and cold spontaneously. He knew there would definitely be moments when he got the breeze over Vergil’s shoulder, but right now this was one devastatingly tempting creature pressed against him.

Vergil became warmer still as the young martial artist happily munched away at his ear and the sensitive areas surrounding it. He did this for a while until the other spoke and with surprisingly good humor and…did Vergil make a joke? Well that should be rewarded with something. Dipping his head down the youth rewarded his companion with a series of likes and nibbles to the curve on Vergil’s neck and shoulder, “you do have a cute side…but really pretty doesn’t much describe you, I’m no poet so I’d have a tough time too…and well they do have a chapel here don’t they?”

Hwoarang lifted his head smiling, that was a blatant reference to marriage, “so really is there anything between heaven and hell that could stop me…and I promise to take care of all ten of our kids too…because that’s the dependable guy I am.” As far as love went he knew he cared, of course he cared, he definitely treated Vergil differently from anyone, but love required a whole lot more and he was sure he’d reach that point. Hwoarang had never known love, his focus had always been on controlling his anger, fighting, and mechanics. Now that he didn’t have any of that his heart had space fore more there than just the usual habits.

The young redhead was finding that he enjoyed being pampered and he relished in the feeling of slippery fingers sliding over the lubricity of his already watered down flesh. He wondered how it must have felt for the other touching his body, it must have felt like silk, yielding flesh in some areas but most importantly the feel of bared skin, trained muscle, and having a taut ass was pretty nice too. Being touched wasn’t embarrassing or uncomfortable, it was exciting and it showed as signs of arousal made themselves known: flushed skin, hardening nipples and if Vergil kept it up something else would get hard too, “mmm…you’re seriously going to spoil me babe…”

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Tilting his head, enjoying the attention that Hwoarang lavished on his neck, Vergil made an odd face when his cellmate mentioned the chapel. Wait... he wasn't being serious was he? He'd have to beat some sense into the brat if he was. As Hwoarang continued to babble on about heaven and hell and... kids? TEN!? What the hell was this idiot talking about? For one neither of them could bare children, and second... just... just no. This human was getting way to far ahead of himself.

"Are you insane human!? Having children is impossible and even if we could why would I do it with you!?" he made a face, not really upset, but it was weird hearing someone speak like that about being with him. As if... Hwoarang couldn't want anything like that. Not with him. That was just madness.

"You're talking too much again Hwoa..." Vergil huffed, wanting him to be done with talk of kids and marriage. Setting the soap aside he let a soapy hand slide between Hwoarang's too pert cheeks, fingers rubbing against the puckered ring there.

"I'm more than willing to spoil you, if you keep such nonsense in that head of yours." he muttered before kissing Hwoarang. He let his fingers 'clean' his cellmates ass a little while longer before moving his hand to the front of Hwoarang's body, cupping his balls and rolling them in his hand. It was obvious that someone was enjoying what was being done to him.

"Can't forget to wash here too now can we?" he smirked, fingers squeezing the sacs a little, before massaging them more. Letting his mouth latch onto Hwoarang's neck, he lapped at the water running down the smooth plane, his tongue trailing over his collar bone and down to the perky nipples standing at attention. Laving one with his tongue, Vergil decided he liked the taste of the human's flesh, it wasn't that bad, especially now that they were cleaning up too.

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Hwoarang couldn’t stop himself from bursting out with laughter, but at the same time he stroked his cellmates face with such a tender reverence. If he could just take that bamboozled and irritated expression and transform it into something else, which he surely could. He enjoyed this too though. His cellmate’s naivety and seriousness defeated the redhead every time. But it was refreshing, “I’m sure because deep down you know children from a union like ours would be nothing less than perfection…but I would…hope that you knew I was joking…only teasing you a little. I know exactly what we both are…and even though you’re a force…I like you that way.”

In an attempt to appease the other Hwoarang leaned in to lick his companion’s ear in an almost apologetic fashion. Finishing the sensual apology off with a soft kiss to the tender shell Hwoarang whispered, “I’m teasing…I’d really take care of you though…mmmmm…ah…”

The young martial artist was cut short as Vergil began cleaning him up and quite thoroughly as well. Leaning forward the young man was able to brace himself by holding onto his companion while he was being cleaned. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had his ass toyed with, but prior to Vergil his only experience was fighting and training when it came to men. Still that ring of muscle was riddle with sensitive nerves that sent his body reeling with pleasure, a tingle knifing up his spine.

His lips latched right onto Vergil’s and his tongue tangled with his cellmates quieting the redhead of actual speaking. Soft moans and grunts were unavoidable however. He offered no resistance and gave his body over completely to the sensation he was receiving. His legs spread apart he was more than ready for the kind of pleasure he was receiving.

He continued to crush his lips against his cellmates allowing their tongues to tangle in a comfortable union. He liked feeling the caress of wet muscle and he liked massaging the other’s tongue and allowing it to explore his mouth just as much as he enjoyed plundering Vergil’s sweet cavern. Of course when Vergil paid much desired attention to his now fully engorged sex Hwoarang threw his head back unsealing their lips, “ahh! Fuck…that’s good. Mmmm…”

More sensations soon followed lips on his neck, fingers on his nipples. Pulling Vergil back the redhead leaned against the wall his cheek pressing against it’s damp surface. Like this he was able to open his body wider and pull the other into him. He was igniting underneath that touch, “you’re too…damn good at this…nnng…ah…wash it some more babe…mmm…please…” Hwoarang said this flexing his hips forward invitingly. Shit this was too good, his body was overheating.

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Vergil highly doubted that Hwoarang knew exactly what he was dealing with when it came to him, but whatever the human wanted to think. Even if it were possible to bear children with another man, Vergil doubted that Hwoarang would want any with a half breed, something hated by both parts of it's blood. He wondered what Hwoarang would think if he could see his demon form. Heh, probably wouldn't want to cuddle so much then. Making a small noise at the teasing of his ear, Vergil was annoyed that Hwoarang talked like he was speaking to some frail woman.

"Take care of me... do I seem that weak to you?" Vergil hated to think that anyone thought him weak, though he knew that right now he wasn't exactly bursting with strength either. He just hated admitting it.

Finally it seemed the human was going to be silent at least word wise when he started enjoying himself, liking how he was being 'cleaned'. Vergil smirked, liking that he could cause the other to be this way. It had slightly annoyed him that he'd been bottom last night, as he hated being in any position of weakness, and he considered bottom to be lower on the totem pole. Well not this time. Being pulled against the other as he made needy sounds, Vergil couldn't help but chuckle at how wanton Hwoarang had gotten all of a sudden, just from touching him like this.

"Babe? I think I prefered Bob." he shook his head, nipping at his cellmate's bottom lip before teasingly before sliding down the other's body, his fingers still playing over the flesh of Hwoarang's sacs, eventually running over the proud cock displayed above them. Coming to rest on his knees, Vergil eyed the flesh before him. Well he'd done this once before... but this time it wasn't with some Dante look-a-like, it was a man that annoyed the hell out of him, charmed him another moment, had blown his mind last night, and he sometimes just wanted to wring the neck of. Heh, well he'd have to wash Hwoarang real good after last night, that was for sure.

Fingers gliding over the slightly hard flesh, Vergil brought his mouth to the head, breathing a puff of hot air onto it before his tongue came out to lap at it. Letting it trail down along the underside of Hwoarang's cock, Vergil tongue made it's way back up, before his mouth covered the sensitive head, his tongue swirling around it. Knowing that the silt of his own penis was rather sensitive he let his tongue run over his companions, of course just wanting to clean him real good. His eyes glanced up for a moment to observe how Hwoarang was reacting to this, hoping that he liked it to some extent.

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Hwoarang didn’t think that, however, he knew very well Vergil was a guy just like himself and not a woman. He hadn’t thought that his teasing made the other feel that way, or the desire to want to take care of his cellmate made him feel weak. The redhead was willing to switch it over if it made the other feel better, he had once been told that there was no feeling quite like that of being made love to by a lover. He wanted to know that feeling too and he didn’t feel the slightest bit degraded by the idea, he didn’t think of the roles as better or less than and he always thought of the people around him as equals (until they started talking on their high horse). He did want to take care of Vergil, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t know the other couldn’t take care of himself, Hwoarang hoped the other would grow to want to do the same. It was a different kind of care, not the need to prove strength, but care of the body generally. Hwoarang wanted to take care of all those needs. Later he would have to express this in such a way that Vergil wouldn’t misunderstand how he felt or how the youth saw his lover, he genuinely thought that’s what they were now.

The question now was of the physical variety, did the young redhead enjoy this? Very much so, because Vergil was going out of his way to do this for him and this was also a rare treat. A ladies man though he was Hwoarang actually got very little sexual attention. His interests were elsewhere and he viewed all of he girls he’d ever been with as little sisters so it was kind of weird that way. Plus he got all of that extra testosterone out during martial arts tournaments or training. Down here he really didn’t have that so sex was naturally a wonderful outlet.

Everey single touch provided by Vergil seemed to send wave after wave of pleasure ripping through Hwoarang’s body and with the other on his knees licking the redhead like an expert. Ah, teasing, puffs of hot air and that naughty tongue, finally being engulfed in the heated cavern, he couldn’t help thrusting his hips just a little, not to mention those fingers on his balls, he was powerless. He didn’t dislike this feeling, he knew he was being hadled with care and he felt safe under the vigilance of his cellmate.

The way Hwoarang felt was irrefutable just by looking at him, he was flushed panting for air, his hands slid up over his hae along the wall seeking out something to grab, his legs would give way under him eventually but he could hold on. He certainly favored what was happening and the body didn’t lie, his cock was throbbing in his companion’s mouth and weeping copious amounts of pre-cum onto Vergil’s tongue, “a…ah…ah! God…so good…you’re so good Verge!”

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Not exactly use to giving blow jobs, or sex in general, Vergil was surprised at how much Hwoarang was leaking into his mouth. When the taste first hit his tongue he wasn't sure what to think, it wasn't like he'd be yanking Hwoarang's pants down everyday just to taste it, but then again it wasn't that bad. Nothing he couldn't handle having in his mouth. When Hwoarang thrust slightly into his mouth, Vergil tried to open his throat a bit more, moving his mouth further down the other's cock to give it more attention. Swallowing around the organ in his mouth, he could feel it hitting the back of his throat now and was glad he didn't have much for gag reflexes. Otherwise Hwoarang would be shit out of luck.

Hearing such praise of his work, Vergil was only encouraged to do better. His one hand moving past Hwoarang's balls to press against his entrance before sliding in. Wriggling the digit around inside, he started to thrust it in and out, teasing his cellmate inside with his finger, and outside with his mouth on his cock. Bobbing his head on Hwoarang's flesh he tried to deep throat him as far as he could go, which was pretty much all the way while letting his tongue slide over the now slick skin. After awhile though he could feel that the other was probably going to need to sit, or have something better to grab onto other than slippery shower walls. Stopping, Vergil slid Hwoarang's engorged organ from his mouth, making a nice slurp sound as it came out of his mouth.

"... do you want to sit?" Vergil asked simply, not wanting to have to deal with Hwoarang falling while he gave him head. That would be awkward in itself.

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Vergil was positively killing him, Hwoarang could barely think straight and if he tried it hurt his brain. Nope there was only enough blood flow in his body right now for one working organ and that was the very one Vergil had his lips wrapped around. The redhead had to admit, the oral dexterity his cellmate possessed surprised him he didn’t think Vergil would be this good at giving head. Vergil’s mouth seemed hotter for some reason, more so than anyone else who’d ever done this before and despite the other’s lack of experience he more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Not that Hwoarang could personally talk about giving good head; he only barely hit the tip of the iceberg during their frenzied sexual encounter last night.

When the other took his cock deep into his throat Hwoarang wanted t say something, to tell Vergil not to do it if he wasn’t used to it. All he could do was moan and expel a few glorious sex cries as the other stepped his game up a few notches. In the meantime Hwoarang did his best to control his trembling hips and only thrust into the hot orifice shallowly. When he felt it couldn’t get any more intense fingers teased the tight ring of his entrance before one pushed inside t stimulate him. It was weird, at first, but nothing the redhead couldn’t handle and it only made his cries escalate and his body undulate passionately with the other hit his little love button. Sparks seemed to make his vision go all white…and then it was all gone suddenly.

Hwoarang didn’t get it at first, why that beautiful mouth and that teasing finger had disappeared. It took a moment for his brain to function before nodding to his cellmate and slowly sliding down against the wall to sit on the floor. He grabbed Vergil on instinct and kissed him loving how the other tasted of him before drawing bac his face was erotically dazed, “you’re…amazing…Verge…”

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Hwoarang joined him on the floor, and Vergil was instantly pulled into a kiss. He guessed the other had enjoyed himself quite nicely, which Vergil was rather proud of. Smirking at his cellmate's comment, Vergil shook his head a little.

"You seem to enjoy inflating my ego today." which Vergil had no problem with. Not like it needed any help.

"Do you need a moment or shall I continue?" Vergil asked, raising an eyebrow.

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Hwoarang was almost just content to sit there and kiss the other until orgasm, Vergil made him feel that good, his body was on fire, his skin was flushed underneath the warm spray When the other asked him if he needed a moment or if he was ready to continue, the younger man wanted to chuckle and say he was ready to do at any time. The truth was he wasn’t quite ready there was something he needed first, something he wanted.

“Mmhnn…I want another kiss…your lips are too good to pass on…” Hwoarang wound his arms around Vergil’s shoulders and drew his lover in. he kissed him passionately forcing his tongue between his mate’s lips and massaging the roof of his mouth before drawing back and licking Vergil’s lips affectionately. Fuck, when he was around this guy he just felt…well…he felt like he was free to be a romantic, “ready…”

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Leaning forward on his knees a little when Hwoarang pulled him close for a heated kiss, Vergil moaned deep in his throat. Hwoarang sure was a frisky little thing when turned on, it wasn't a bad thing either. Vergil smiled when Hwoarang said he was ready, and slowly moved down his cellmate's body, going back to what he'd left behind. The human's cock hadn't forgotten the attention he'd given it, it was still hard and waiting for him to give it more love.

"And here we go..." Vergil's eyes were locked on Hwoarang's face as he leaned down to run his tongue over the underside of his cock, before taking the hard flesh back into his mouth. His hands rested on Hwoarang's knees, spreading his legs apart a bit more as he started to suck on his cock, taking him all the way into his mouth once again.

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Hwoarang allowed his head to drop back against the wall and his legs to fall open willingly when Vergil went back down on hi, It felt so so good and this was Vergil’s mouth. If anyone had asked him a few days ago if this guy would ever give him a blow job Hwoarang probably would have thought the idea was preposterous. Now, however, it was real, Vergil was doing it, he seemed to want to do it, did he like it? Or rather did he like the way Hwoarang moved his smooth hips, did he like the way every muscle in his body seemed to tense and become more visible and define, did he like those shivers, the soft sex cries? No, a few days ago he seriously believed Vergil would have gladly killed him, but now that mouth with it’s silver tongue was like a little slice of heaven and he couldn’t wait to come. It felt good sitting here, the water spraying down on both of them, being encapsulated in warmth. Hwoarang felt like the only guy in here with Vergil though it was unlikely they were. Reaching out the young martial artist threaded his fingers gently through Vergil’s hair giving a few shallow thrusts with his hips before murmuring softly, “ah…your‘re amazing…so hot…”

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Vergil loved the noises Hwoarang made, it made his body warm and his cock harder with every little sound of pleasure. To think he was doing this to another man... or just a person in general. He couldn't see himself ever giving sexual pleasure to anything, much less someone of the same gender, well except maybe Dante... as if that would actually ever happen. Not being in this place, and Kain's illusion didn't cut it at all.

Feeling his cellmate's finger's in his hair after the little thrusts into his mouth, Vergil hummed around the warm flesh, liking the feel of the didgits over his scalp. It sent small shivers through his body and he sped up his mouth on Hwoarang's cock, wondering how long it would be now before Hwoarang came.

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Soon, Hwoarang could already feel it, his arousal was aching with the need for release and with that wonderful mouth working over him so perfectly how could he hold back? It didn’t occur to the young martial artist that he should warn his cellmate that he was coming having only enough blood for one functioning brain. It wasn’t like he could call a time out right in the middle; this was an uncontrollable sexual function. It was enough that he didn’t tighten his fingers in his companion’s hair and pull, it too all of his will not to do that when released finally crashed upon him like a wave. Tipping his head back the water spilled over him and drizzled down his neck and chest. He gave several final thrusts before coming and crying out brokenly in the process, “a…aah! V..Verge!”

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It was too late by the time Vergil realized that something was going to happen, by then he had Hwoarang's cock shoved to the back of his throat and had hot come hitting that same spot, causing him to choke violently and pull back. What he had left in his mouth, Vergil wasn't sure if he should swallow or spit out, but was already trying not to gag and ended up swallowing most of it, of the little that had dripped out down his face and neck. After enjoying his little snack, Vergil coughed before glaring at Hwoarang.

"Da-Damnit all!" he growled, coughing again.

"A warning would have been nice!" Vergil said angrily, wiping his mouth moving under the water a bit more. Even though he was some what angry he had to admit, hearing his name called like that, even with it being that nickname he hated, it had gone straight to his own cock. That had been plenty sexy, and he was sure Hwoarang knew it.

"You taste funny Hwoa..." he wrinkled his nose, just wanting to complain more.

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Despite the fact that his sudden ejaculation had caused his lover to be upset with his the other moved to Hwoarang and the redhead pulled Vergil under the water and into his lap. He had taken note that his cellmate had grown aroused; it was very flattering that the other had grown so excited over his body without being touched. That was okay the redhead would take care of it soon enough but for the time being he would clean his companion up, “oh…you say I talk too much, but Verge…you whine like a cat in heat…come here…you’re a mess I’ll…clean you up.”

Hwoarang was playing with the older man, but not when it came to cleaning Vergil he licked his own semen off of the other man. He dragged his tongue from the base of his lover’s neck to the man’s cheek; he didn’t stop until the other’s skin was completely clean. Smiling wolfishly at the other allowed his fingers to crawl down Vergil’s chest and stomach, “you’re right though…it’s bitter…mianhamnida Verge…I didn’t mean too…I’ll make it up to you and drink down every bit of yours…you seem excited too…”

The martial artists fingers finally found his lover’s arousal and curled into a fist around it stroking slowly, “how ‘bout it, want me to suck on it? I’ll do it…but I want to know that you want it…”

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Vergil bristled at Hwoarang's words as he was pulled into his lap. He did not sound like that! Though it didn't take him long to forget all about that, his mind focusing sharply on his cellmate's tongue. It felt like fire working over his skin, and Vergil tilted his head to the side a litle, liking the attention. Seeing that they were being watched by a few other inmates washing he glared at them, but it didn't seem to deter them from watching with wide eyes and big grins.

Wanting nothing more than to go tear their eyes out, Vergil felt fingers moving down his chest and stomach, moving dangerously close to his arousal, which had gotten harder at Hwoarang's attentions to him. Humming low in his throat he felt his body flush, thinking about Hwoarang's mouth on his cock. He gasped, fingers curling around his cellmate's arms when those wandering didgets found his hard flesh, slowly working over his cock. Vergil burried his head in the crook of Hwoarang's neck, biting his bottom lip. He refused to beg... he wouldn't. He wouldn't beg some human to do anything, never ever. Not even if hell froze over.

"... S-Suck me Hwoa..." Vergil muttered against the human's neck, his face flushing lightly. Damnit... well hell must have frozen over and then some.