I think Vergil is more likely to tell you everything going on inside him, more than Dante anyway. Vergil, if goaded in the right way, will rant and monologue and quote obscure passages from some book he found in the middle of nowhere that spoke to him deeply and shifted his understanding of himself and the world. It's the 'monologuing villain' in him.
Dante, however. You cannot waterboard this out of him. He will tell you nothing about what he's truly feeling and thinking. He will give you nothing but a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. The only occasion he'll speak truly and freely about what's inside him is when he's alone with Vergil and they're gearing for a fight or the fight has ended and the dust is settling. The promise of a fight strips away his walls. The aftermath strips away the shame. That's when Dante really, truly speaks.
I'm in the middle of writing another Vergil fic and decided to take a little break to write some hornee head cannons about how he used to get off before meeting you and his habits after meeting you. These were written very quickly and simply, just to get my thoughts out!
would get particularly wound up after a fierce battle took place, and since he knows the terrain of Makai well, he'd search for a private spot while his peers would go to brothels
he can't relax around other demons and values his privacy, so he would find an abandoned cavern far away from the castle to release his pent-up energy
he often remains in his intermediary demon form, not wanting to be caught in such a vulnerable state in his human form
once he confirms that there are no other demons in the vicinity, he allows himself to get really vocal, his growls and groans echoing off the damp cavern walls
on days he's really exhausted or agitated, he will revert to his human form and edge himself over and over again just for the overwhelming sensation of earning his orgasm
he does have his own private chambers in Mundus' castle but will rarely let his guard down enough to touch himself there
on the rare occasion that he does, he remains deathly quiet and makes quick work of himself
the way he touches himself is really precise and stiff; he'll rarely do anything beyond just fisting his cock, but he does like to squeeze his throat and cut off his air when he's close for the head rush
he always feels very empty and cold after his release, but his head clears significantly, a feeling he appreciates
he usually cleans himself up with a handkerchief or his cravat and will use the yamato to teleport to a hot spring or fresh body of water in the human world to clean up when he's feeling particularly filthy
vergil's habits after meeting you.
he gets shamelessly hard just thinking about you and likes to secretly occupy your room whenever you're not home
obsessed with your scent so he will pick out a panty and a shirt from your laundry basket to savor during his alone time
at first he felt guilty about doing this, but the satisfaction quickly outweighed his guilt after the first couple of times
he knows you don't like outdoor clothes on your sheets, so he'll set aside the yamato and only perch himself on the edge of your bed while he fists his cock with your panty wrapped around himself
he'll also bury his nose in your shirt and inhale the scent of you clinging to the fabric as he gets off
some days when he's feeling really ravenous/feral he'll steal a taste of your panty too; his favorite ones are those you've masturbated in
he can tell them apart because they smell extra sweet to him
he likes to imagine you in positions where he's in control, whether it's having you pinned beneath him, on your knees taking his cock, or in his arms as he pleasures you with his tongue
finds your natural musk and sweat intoxicating and addictive; if he could bottle the taste and scent of you, he would
he's able to relax surrounded by your scent fully, so sometimes he'll start sitting up and end up sprawled out across your bed, a trembling, panting mess
he gets even more turned on knowing you touch yourself in bed too and will muffle his moans into your pillow, which smells like your shampoo
he's able to take his time pleasuring himself more in your space, so he tends to pump his cock at a more languid pace and teases himself more
when he does come on your panties, he'll handwash them after and let them dry before inconspicuously tossing them back into your laundry basket without your knowledge
once in a while, he'll stash them away for personal use, knowing you wouldn't catch on if he were careful enough
secretly, he likes scenting your space and belongings in the way a wolf might like rubbing up on things to claim their territory
Thinking it over, Vergil has cried twice in his life. First time; pretty understandable. Both Sparda spawns were children after all and suffered much loss no matter the perspective. But after some point, Vergil is not a child to be coddled, at least that is his toxic self ideology.
Second time; This rough, unforgiving world, could hardly care about a fifteen year old having a complete mental/emotional/physical meltdown in some back alleyway after another round of having the carpet ripped from under his feet. Quite literally tearing at his body very akin to a wild animal caught in a snare only strangling itself in the process.
If Vergil where to ever have a third "crying session", man it would probably be ten time worse. The trigger would have to be pretty fucked up for Vergil to completely fly off the handle too. Bottling up years of trauma among other nasty, disgusting things, only to violently explode with one event will do that to a person who tries to remain cold and aloof.
HC time. For all the demons and monsters Vergil has encountered, I believe ones from nature would be more worrisome to him. Because those things are not influenced by demonic energy. They more like existed and came before. Like could you really take down a literal embodiment of an element or something that is vast and lived for millions of years such as a God of the forest or the Oceans?
Considering Nero cannot speak in human dialects no matter how hard he tries but very well understands- It will be amusing for Vergil to learn certain pitches and rhythm of rumbles/clicks he makes to communicate to some degree without a pad and pen.
Though that also leaves Vergil to give his son the stink eye and huff out a classic. "Watch your language."
There have been a few times through the last two years where when Vergil would look at his son, and feel like a god awful parent. A guilty one at that. Like he doomed his only son into this horrible lifestyle. Constant situations that usually draws blood or it's a fight for your life.
Mulling it over on how much Lil Nero's life heavily diverges from canon Nero. With Vergil in the mix
While not being left at an orphanage, leaving Vergil to play full role as a struggling single parent, Lil had a rough start to his life. He was constantly ill after being born. Normal human baby formula made the infant sick more times than not. He was super sensitive to just about everything, weather and temperature especially. Lil Nero was a terror health wise for a nearly full devil blooded child.
Intensify Vergil's stress factor on top of struggling to keep his child sheltered and well fed, he was suffering major postpartum depression after birth. Body extremely wore out, emotionally drained, had aches he never felt before everywhere. Just too much. Took so much effort to move. Never before had be regret so much for viciously slicing himself up on top of the situation he found himself in. At least ONE issue wouldn't have been a problem. Although honestly this was the last thing Vergil had expected to happen.
So that lead to the first of few times he had to dimension jump even if it nearly killed him. Because in his situation, how the hell could he continue to protect himself from other demons and this child? Let alone HIM. It had been better off to risk a higher change of survival in another realm than what they got currently.
Thankfully this was the one time he hit the jackpot with an elderly lady taking the two in after going into a temporary coma upon dropping out of Yamato's tear. Vergil hopes he will NEVER be that weak again, Probably the third time he had been truly terrified in his life.
Going to be completely honest, you would think this broody nerd should be a complete poet in describing his affections and love right? WRONG.
Vergil is nowhere near the kind of guy who can describe such a feeling in words or metaphors. Or even in grand gestures. This Vergil just can't towards anyone, not even his partner. So far only his child has been given vague expressions of pure emotion and soft words in his darkest days.
He still struggles with a lot of things, attempting to be open and affectionate feels like weakness. Vergil has gained an understanding that that's not the case but its hard to break a long ingrained habit when it's just your default for self preservation. Fortunately the people who are genuinely close, close enough that he would even dare leave Nero unattended in their care, seem to know that resting bitch face and 'stick up the ass' personality can have subtle expressions if you know how to look for them.
Those sharp, closed off, ice cold eyes can soften and shift to express something more even if that seemed to be impossible from an outside perspective. That 'bitchy' rough tone of voice or phrasing of words actually can mean something else opposite of his biting tone. Even the tiniest- TINEST of smiles can be spotted if you watch how his face twitches. Hell. if he just shows up to whatever is going on, either a party or an event, should be proof enough that Vergil does truly care to some level. He's just complicated.
Another example: My favorite thing about this fool is when he wants affection from his partner, he just lightly bumps against the other in passing much like a cat. Hip nudging or shoulders brushing. Not being completely direct though could pass off an 'accidental touching'. Just enough of an indicator he wants attention that does not- in fact- have to do with training, working or babying Nero.
