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This is all Vergil’s fault!
Through his pregnancy Dante had to put up with a lot of weird things. Morning sickness, mood swings, that once made him so mad he nearly set the shop on fire, the works…
But what made him want to truly rip Vergil's head off was that one specific craving he got.
It started when they had pizza one evening. He ordered their usual: One pizza with everything except olives and one pizza with everything and olives for Vergil.
Once their food arrived, they dug in. Enjoying his comfort food happily, safe in his home with his mate. Everything was perfect until he had the weird urge to try Vergil’s pizza.
Dante’s appetite nearly left him at the thought, nausea creeping up on him at just the thought. He never wanted Pizza with olives. He hated them all his life, ever since he tried them as a child.
He dismissed the thought and tried to enjoy the rest of the evening. They cuddled up in their nest after warts, basking in each other's presence. Vergil’s hand constantly caressing his swollen belly. Lying there like this never stopped to bring him into a state of complete peace.
But the thought, the need, the craving never left him. No matter what he tried, no matter what he did that day, no matter what he ate , he couldn’t get the thoughts to leave.
Everytime Dante ate something he re-remembers his cravings, it was driving him insane.
Vergil even started to notice that something was up, subtly trying to find out what was wrong. He knew it was bothering him, his twin’s instincts constantly wanted him to provide, to take care of his powerful mate that was carrying their nestling. Dante’s own instincts preened whenever Vergil took care of him but he refuses to admit that he wants olives.
Olives have been the most discussed and argued thing ever since their youth. He will not let Vergil win the argument that olives actually taste good!
The noises of the city served as a good distraction as Dante and Vergil walked through town, shopping for baby clothes and anything they might need.
Being outside and simply enjoying an outing with his twin almost felt like a date. Dante huffed at his train of thought. They barely courted one another, the most similar thing to courting they ever did was fighting against each other.
He often heard over the years that demons fight and the loser is the one who carries the offsprings when demons decide to mate. It always made his instincts hiss when he heard something like that. Dante is carrying their child because he was the strongest. He won most of their fights, defeated Mundus years ago and only continued to grow stronger. He chose who of the many suitors he had over his life would be allowed to breed him. And he and his demon refuse to settle for someone that couldn’t keep up with him. Only Vergil, his twin and soulmate would be a good enough mate.
Dante wasn’t sure if that was only a thing with higher ranking demons. Lesser demons probably work like that and maybe that’s why it’s such a widely accepted fact? A human catching two high ranking demons mating probably never survived the encounter to document it.
“Dante?”
Dante snapped out of his thoughts, turning his head back to his twin.
“What? Sorry Verge I got lost in thought.”
“I noticed. What do you want to eat? It’s getting pretty late and you know you should eat something for every meal.” Vergil replied, checking the time on his watch.
As hybrids they normally don’t need as much food as a regular human, he is pretty sure that he doesn’t actually have to eat this much even while pregnant but Dante knows his brother would worry himself into a panic if he doesn’t. No one would ever believe him, if Dante told them how much Vergil truly cared.
“Just some pizza. And don’t get started about how unhealthy it is! You can blame our baby when they pop out of me.” Vergil scoffed at his answer
“I’m starting to believe you don’t have any cravings and only use it as an excuse to eat that greasy food all the time!”
“Hey! Not true.”
They bickered back and forth all the way to the nearest pizzeria. They chose a table as far away from any other guests as possible. To have the privacy to freely talk about anything they might want to. The time between ordering and getting their food passed pretty quickly. He enjoyed his pizza to the fullest but… he wanted a piece of Vergil’s so badly.
Dante wanted to scream as the craving came back full force.Thankfully Vergil noticed that something was wrong and asked the waiter to pack up their leftovers. It didn’t take long for them to pay and leave after that. They made their way back to the shop hand in hand.
In the middle of the night Dante woke up again. Vergil’s arm was loosely thrown over his waist, laying in the middle of his swollen stomach. Carefully Dante took his arm off of him and laid it over a pillow. He desperately hoped that Vergil wouldn't wake up because he can’t take it anymore.
He tiptoed his way out of the room, avoiding any of the creaking stairs as he made his way to the kitchen. The cold air of the fridge made him shiver, his body being barley covered in one of his stupid materinty shirts. Looking inside he clearly saw the white box labeled with a big “V” and took out Vergil’s leftovers.
Opening it and just smelling the pizza already made his mouth water and he hated it.
He took a slice and finally, finally satisfied his stupid craiving. It tasted like the best pizza he has ever eaten. He will never forgive Vergil for doing this to him. How dare he make him crave fucking olives-
He heard the stairs creak and spun around. On top of the stairs was Vergil, looking at him half asleep and concerned. Dante's brain refused to work for several seconds before it kicked back into action and he growled at his mate. He took another giant bite of the pizza, his eyes glowing a deep red as he hissed out:
“Don’t you dare say a fucking word or I’ll rip your dick off”