Baby… You're all that I want,

When you're lyin' here in my arms..

Dante sipped his tea quietly, working away on a schoo- book report. Yes. Dante Sparda was doing homework. He sighed lightly, not really enjoying the fact that he absolutely had to do it by order of the teacher to the class. Glancing up from the laptop, he spotted the sofa in the other room. He longed to take a break and lay down or something, just a short one. Taking another look at his laptop, he moved to shut it half-way, getting up. Dante made up his mind. Shuffling quietly from the kitchen, he idled into the other room.

I think I'm in heaven..

Baby you're all that I want,

When you're lyin' here in my arms,

I feel complete..

Dante plopped down, the coat fluttering around his frame. However, he noticed not the cushions, but someone's lap. Flustered for that matter, he quickly made a move to shift over. In doing so, he turned his head; blue eyes locking onto those of his half-breed twin. He wanted to take a nap, but instead had sat himself in his own brother's lap.

Quickly, in another attempt to get off, a pair of arms stopped him in his advancements. The elder twin pinned him to his own frame, making sure not to let him go anywhere. ".. Dante. " Perhaps he was still half asleep. However, that thought was yanked from his brain-dead mind, a searing breath floating across the nape of his neck.

When I'm with you, I feel complete..

You're all that I need, all that I want..

All that I need in my life..

Vergil pressed his lips to the back of his twin brother's neck, keeping him in a lock; quite much in a possessive manner.

Silence…

Without a word of warning, he'd flipped the younger one onto his back. With a gentleness no one would expect him to have, he let his lips ghost against those of his twin.

The report seemed long forgotten, Dante hesitantly wrapped his arms around the other half-breed's neck. The normally ice cold eyes whirled with a fiery warmth, the slightly larger hands cupping his face.

Gently, with a quiet warning, he led him up the spiraling stairs that went to the roof.

" Vergil..? "

The elder hesitated, pulling a small velvet black box from his coat pocket.

" Dante Sparda " This was wrong on so many levels.. what he was about to do and say.

He opened the box, a celtic threaded band revealed. " Will you be the white to my black? The fire to my ice? "

Dante simply stared, still getting this in his head. " My poem.. "

There were no words to describe how he felt. He allowed the elder twin to slip the ring on his finger. Quietly, the older twin drew his brother close, resting his chin on his shoulder; staring out at the spanning land that lay before them.

" You know.. it's a perfect Christmas after all.. Spending it with the one you cherish and love most. "

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R/R 'r whatever. ~ Todliche

The song is mine, some of the words coming from another song I liked, deciding to make one of my own. - Fail -