WTF Boots? Fandom:Devil May Cry Rating:PG Summary:Dante has fallen, in a most unexpected place. Author notes:Don't ask. I have a friend. She is insane. I like her muchly for this. Disclaimer:Devil May Cry belongs to Capcom, as does the characters and the object of affection in question. Honestly, look at this fic. Do you think they'd let me have it?
The boy was making it difficult for him, but if he could just find an opening and wrench it free, it would be his. Forever.
The object of his obssessive affection had hit him in the face, like a brick. Only more boot-like. From there, the need to possess such beauty in his hands had gripped him with a forceful passion. What belonged to the boy would be his. He needed it to be his.
The fighting continued, but finally luck was with him. The white haired child raised a leg to kick him again, but this time he was ready for it. Grabbing the sole of his attackers footwear with both hands, he made a twisted pulling motion freeing the leather away from its owner. Holding it tightly, he made a hasty retreat. Having now got what he desired, there was no more need to fight.
Finding an abandoned, secluded spot and now knowing he was not being followed, Dante placed the boot almost reverentially before him on the ground. He sat and looked at it, compared it's size and colour to his own and found his were left wanting. His eyes traced the straps that adorned one side, noting the even spacing between them, and how they delicately followed the contour of the leather it rested against.
His breath hitched as his fingers reached out and touched the soft worn leather. The touch was hesitant. Did he dare to be more bold? Could he risk running his fingers fully across the textured surface? Would he? Should he?
Deciding it was now or never, he purposefully removed his glove and ran his fingers over the surface, feeling each small dent and imperfection clearly and delighting in its uniqueness. He exhaled in relief that his advances had not been shunned, or worse, rebuked. Now the boot was his, and he was the boot's. They would be together.
Dante hugged the boot to his chest, held it softly as he rose and returned home.