Prompt: games
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Rated: T
Genre: Romance
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A love game, a love game
Love Game by Lady Gaga
A tongue ran over pale flesh as Dante tipped his head back, arms around his twin's neck. Shuddering his eyes fell shut so the other wouldn't notice the glisten in his eyes. Hands ventured down and traced the silver haired Sparda's bare chest, fingertips running over the outlines of the muscles that flexed from pleasure.
Teeth soon made themselves known and Dante reached up to grip Vergil's hair, tangling the fingers into the tresses pushed back so people could tell the two apart.
Lowering his head the slayer brushed his paper-white lips against equally shaded patches of flesh.
"Don't play games," he accused, parting his eyelids slightly so bluish-silver eyes flickered dangerously.
Drifting his left hand to cup his twin brother's ass Vergil's lips curled back into a smirk and ground his hips against the other's, rolling them as Vergil nibbled along Dante's neck, nicking it so he could lap at the blood that dribbled upward and down.
"You love them," the elder challenged before maneuvering their way to the bedroom in the Devil May Cry.
Moaning softly the younger halfbreed growled as his hand fumbled back to turn the knob that was jabbed into his back to at least get some blasted relief.
"'course." Dante smirked, barely having time to add anything else before he was kissed, tongues dancing, extremely intimate touches being shared, pleasured sounds passing before the handle was turned and Vergil moved inside, shutting the door with his foot.
These games were always Dante's favorite.