So here is a little idea i got, i'm not sure if anyone wants me to continue on down this little rabbit hole so please tell me what you think of it.

Enjoy~

People say my brothers' eyes are like my own. It's a common misconception considering he is my twin. Yet my brothers' eyes are naïve, in a way and so full of honesty that they burn into mine when I can work up the audacity to look into them.

I love my brothers' eyes so much, yet he doesn't even know it. That his somewhat twisted Prince Charming of a brother lusts after him like some lowly hellhound. When I look in the mirror I know that my eyes are the opposite of his. Filled with too much pride and too many lies.

You, brother, would most definitely call me a creep or a weirdo for looking at you whilst you sleep. But my intentions are good, I think. Dante, you just look so peaceful and I admit that I miss when we were kids. I miss when you would be so terrified of the thunder that would rage outside your window that you would come running into my room, yelling my name and jumping on my bed. I miss how you would curl against my back like an oversized kitten and mumble in your sleep.

I get these urges to climb into bed with you, like when we were kids. However I think it would be odd, for a grown man to climb into bed with his twin. At least I think you would think it odd. So when that first night came, when you stayed at the Order with me after rediscovering our past I couldn't sleep a wink. I stayed up at my laptop whilst you slept on the couch, eating Cornflakes without milk. I watched you from the corner of my eye as you began to twist in your sleep, having a nightmare of some sort.

It was like my body had begun to move on its own, and I couldn't quite grasp anything with my mind. Before I knew it I had manoeuvred you so you were on top of me, and I was hugging you to keep the nightmares at bay. I told myself I was just being a good brother. Like I said before, I'm filled with too many lies.

As you calmed down I ran my long deft fingers down your body, so much like my own yet so different. You were stockier where I was taller, with broader shoulders. I revelled in the feel of your muscles rippling slightly as I ran my cool fingers down your sides, over your chest, across your hips.

That's where it got out of hand, you see. I was running my fingers through your ebony locks of hair and humming at the softness of it's texture when a sort of blistering heat shot through my body to my toes. I gasped as you twisted slightly, rubbing up against me unconsciously. I suppose you would expect me to get carried away, but instead I had shot across the room like a bullet, smacking against the wall so hard it cracked.

"Mhm Vergil… 's dat you?" You yawned, your naïve eyes so wide and so sleepy.

When I spoke I wanted to sound calm, believe me I tried but my voice broke at the last second. "Y-yeah it's me. Go back to sleep." I sounded like a fucking bullfrog.

You frowned slightly. "Why are you so far away?"

I felt like I had been shocked once more but by the time I had recollected myself you were asleep again. Snoring a little and still frowning.

So I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing snowy locks back away from my forehead and went back to my laptop. Watching out of the corner of my dishonest eyes at the rise and fall of your chest.

So there we go! Yeah please review, I want to know if this is actually ok or not.