Disclaimer: Devil May Cry belongs to Capcom. I make no money writing this.
Warnings: Yaoi, incest, bondage, non-graphic smut.
Author's Note: This is a birthday fic for Incomplete Dani (go check her out, leave her tons of reviews) who turned *insert age under sixteen but over thirteen here*. And I wanted to post this for her because I wub her :3 I'm sorry for the shortness. As you all (should) know, I'm struggling in school right now and don't have as much time as I would like to write. Anyways, hope you guys like nonetheless. All the mistakes are mine, unbetaed.
Also, the title hair means The White One Is Beautiful in French. White one = Dante's hair (lolduh). And well, who wouldn't find Dante beautiful (or Vergil, for that matter)?
Special Dedications: Incomplete Dani on her birthday. She's not really into fluff between these two, but I hope she likes.
Dante bit his lip, trying hard to stifle his moans, but failing miserably. He let out a loud moan and arched his back. Desperately wanting to grab onto something, anything, but he couldn't. Not with them bound over his head with Cerberus. So, out of desperation, he merely clawed at the air, opening and closing his fists. He threw his head back into the pillows, because of a particularly rough thrust, and moaned again. This time, louder, more needy, and his brother was all too willing to comply.
Dante's breathing hitched even more when his twin's thrusts became faster, harder. He couldn't take it. He felt as though he was fit to explode if he didn't find release soon. He wanted to beg his brother take his length in his hands, but Dante couldn't seem to find his voice. But when he started meeting rough thrusts with his own, a hand finally wrapped around his cock. He couldn't hold back the loud moan of pleasure that left his lips.
Vergil looked down at his brother, moaning, gasping, and arching wildly beneath him. He didn't know how much longer he could combat release just to hear those wonderful sounds escaping his brother's lips. But he knew he couldn't much longer. They were both so close. If he could just hear his twin say his name. That was all Vergil wanted. They were so close. If just-
"Vergil!"
"Yes, master?"
"Trish has been sent for Dante. You know what that means."
"Yes. You want me to kill the son of Sparda."
"Exactly"
Vergil nodded, put on his horned helmet, and walked out. His thoughts still on his brother. Dante, I'm coming for you....
Didn't see that coming, did you? xP So, as what every writer wants to know, what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Drop a review and let me know.