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You Will Never Be Mine
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All of my life, you will never be mine. (be mine)
So lie to me and say that you’ll never leave,
I promise that I’ll believe.
Don’t wanna be all alone.
So lie to me and say what I want to hear
As long as I have you near.
I know I can carry...on.
-Trish Thuy Trang

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His mother was covering a surgery this afternoon, so Marianne had no where else to go today to eat lunch but on a bench in Deep Ground. Mr. Z invited himself along of course, although he wasn’t sure why. Usually he ate with his family in their apartment.

Marianne looked at Mr. Z’s lunch. It looked like it all came from a convenience store rather than home. Everything, even the sandwiches were wrapped in hard plastic with a pull back lid. Marianne himself always had to made his own lunches or he’d get something quick.

“Hey Mari.” Mr. Z prodded him.

“Sir?” He took a bite of his sandwich.

“Sir?” Zeus poked him again.

“Mr. Z?” Marianne corrected.

He was looking oh so serious today so he looked up into his blue eyes. “You’re one of them fags aren’t you?”

Marianne choked on sandwich and Zeus laughed, giving him a few good slaps on the back. The boy looked at him strangely after that, Mr. Z had always been random before… but that…

“Well, you are aren’t you?” Zeus snickered some more at his expense.

“Mr. Z?” He wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“I’m not funning ya boy. I was just asking…” He lowered his voice. “Cause your kind thinks like the women right?”

“Mr. Z!” Marianne practically screamed. He was no woman nor did he think like one! How insulting!

“I kind of figured… with the earrings and all.” He flicked one and it sent the diamond shaped metal swinging on his lobe. “They’re all dangly and girl-like.”

“Mr. Z!” Marianne screamed again, dropping his sandwich on his lap and cupping his hands over his ears so he couldn’t assault his jewelry anymore.

“Don’t get all huffy. I just needed some advice.”

Marianne just huffed anyway, after insulting him like that? Fat chance! He went back to eating his sandwich, only this time he was sulky and agitated.

“Don’t be like that Mari. I was just funning ya… about the earrings anyway. You are a fag.”

“What do you want to know Mr. Z?” Marianne grumbled, knowing he wouldn’t stop pestering him.

“Well, you see…” Zeus went on. “I’m in a bit of trouble with the missus.”

Marianne sighed, he wasn’t going to make him ask was he? After few moments of silence he got his answer. “And? He prodded.

“I forgot our anniversary.”

“How am I supposed to fix that?” Marianne huffed. “I guess you could always get a brain transplant with someone who can actually remember dates.” For as wonderful a leader as Mr. Z was, he was absolutely scatterbrained. He realized he picked Mari for more than just his strength. He was practically that man’s walking breathing date book.

“Oh hah hah, very funny.” Mr. Z grumbled. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch.”

“I don’t know who could deserve it more.” Marianne went on sarcastically.

“Here I was complementing you and your kind ‘cause you are so girly and romantic… and this is the thanks I get.”

His kind? Marianne glared at him, he was confusing being thoughtful and considerate with being gay. He still cared about the man, but honestly he was such a moron sometimes he wondered how he remembered how to breathe. “For your information,” That was the first time he ever talked to Mr. Z in such a fashion. “I’m not gay, I’m bi. That… and I’m not helping you with your problem. If you can’t figure it out then you better find a good lawyer once your wife realizes the idiot she’s married.”

“Mari!” Mr. Z protested, sounding so whiny and childlike it was pathetic. “Give me some clue!”

“I’m not telling you anything.” Mari teased, taking a bite of his sandwich again.

“That’s it! I’m demoting you!” Zeus ribbed him.

“On what grounds?!” Mari went on with a blank expression, but his tone told Mr. Z that he was joking.

“You’re a total flaming homo and you tried to work your evil ways on me!” Mr. Z barked a laugh out.

“What?!” Marianne screamed right back, noticing that a few of their rank were walking by, he couldn’t resist. “How dare you?! Especially after you seduced me!” They stopped suddenly to watch the two of them fight. Marianne covered his face in mock sadness. “And you said you loved me too.”

Zeus noticed them suddenly and froze up. They were glaring at him as if he were evil incarnate. “Eh… Mari?”

Marianne peaked behind his fingers with a glare on his face. “What you horny old walrus?”

That comment took him so off guard that he laughed out loud and clapped him on the back. The boy was always so serious, maybe that’s why it made these little bursts of humor from him so hilarious. “Oh don’t worry baby, you know I still love you.”

At Mari’s good natured smile they realized they were just playing around and walked on, their leader and their second in command were pretty close. Weird. But close.

Once the passersby were gone Mr. Z visibly relaxed. “You fruits… I swear.” He sighed regretfully. “I guess you’ll be picking out drapes with my Weiss soon enough though.”

“What?!” From one thing to another! Marianne swore he couldn’t keep up with him some days.

“Leda, she’s ruining that boy. I swear! It took every drop of manliness I possessed to make his brother turn out right. But that boy… she babies him to death and he is such a mama’s boy.” Mr. Z looked at him. “I guess that doesn’t mean much, you aren’t much of a mama’s boy yourself and look at you.”

“I’m not flaming, damn it.” Marianne growled. He really wished Mr. Z would stop calling him a “fag” or “fruit” but in a way he didn’t mind it so much. He was sure the man didn’t give a damn one way or the other or he wouldn’t humor him half of the time. He probably wouldn’t even talk to him like he did. Mari strongly suspected Zeus did it just to get a rise out of him. And he usually did.

“You’re right. You do act like any other boy. I guess you’re not so different from me when I was little.” Mr. Z sighed. “Then I guess you’ll be the man? Just be good to my little boy when you’re carrying him across the threshold.”

Oh my God! Marianne’s noticeably opened in surprise. “He’s a little young to be talking about that already… don’t you think?” For God sakes the man was insane! His son was maybe one or two and he was talking like such a pervert.

“I figured I’d say it now… just in case.” Mr. Z laughed. “You are a strapping young lad after all.”

Marianne looked away from him. “You are one sick old man.”

“So…” Mr. Z clapped his hand around his shoulder. “Gonna help me out with my little problem?”

At his friendly gesture a devious little thought buzzed around in the back of his brain. Oh it was horrible and he really shouldn’t do something like that to his leader… but it was Mr. Z. Oh well, might as well. “Going to help me with mine?”

Mr. Z looked at him nervously then. “What’s your problem?”

“I haven’t made out in while. You know how us homos can’t control those urges.” He looked down at his mouth then.

“Oh my Lord son!” Mr. Z leapt to his feet, believing every word of it. “I’m married!”

Marianne fought hard to keep a smile off of his face. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh God, really?” Mr. Z laughed a little like he considered it for a moment before he shook his head and raised his hands in front of his face defensively. “C’mon son! Don’t act like that now.”

He stood up with him as if he were serious. “I’m not acting.” Oooh! How fun it was to watch him squirm like that.

But he really needed the help… and it wouldn’t be that bad right? He used to kiss his father and he kissed his sons. This would be like that, right?! “Well, maybe one kiss if you’re wanting some loving… but none of that touchy feely stuff.”

Marianne eyes widened a bit. Did he just agree to kiss him? He almost leapt away from the old man when he closed his eyes and puckered his mouth. He almost laughed out loud. What would he do for a fish… or a rubber chicken or something hysterical to make him kiss right now? Oh well, he looked down at their lunches. Mr. Z had a piece of pie. A little outdated but tried and true. He grabbed it and smashed it into his face.

Mr. Z jumped back in surprise and made a whooping noise. Even though the lower half of his face and mustache were coated in blueberry goop he was infinitely amused that his second in command had got one up on him. Perhaps he wasn’t such a stick in the mud after all.

“I can’t believe you thought I wanted to kiss your walrus face!” Marianne was actually laughing.

“You know you want all this.” Mr. Z chuckled, wiping gunk out of his mustache.

“You’re a little too old for me Mr. Z, my apologies.”

“Oh I forgot, you’re saving yourself for my little boy… so romantic.” Mr. Z teased again. “Just wait until he’s eighteen for God’s sake. Otherwise you’ll be a bigger pervert than me.”

“Heaven forbid.” Marianne grumbled, he was going on about that again. Eighteen! He wasn’t even eighteen himself yet! “I’ll help you.”

“What?”

“With your wife…” Marianne spoke as if he thought he was stupid. But Mr. Z knew better. “I’ll help you.”

Mr. Z listened in carefully. “Okay.”

“Here’s what you do…” Mari spoke to him in a conspiring sort of way. “Do you know any romantic songs?”

“Boy, do I look like a…” He stopped short realizing he might screw up his chances of help if he finished that sentence. “No.”

“Well… I’ll tell you one. You’ll have to remember it though.”

“Do I have to?” Mr. Z asked painfully.

“Do you want to have to sleep on the couch for the rest of your life?” Marianne growled, when he got no response. “That’s what I thought. Now listen… it goes like this…”

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“Wherever I am boy, I'm always walking with you.” Weiss sang while he cooked, he had put on his haori, turning it into a makeshift apron. Restrictor wasn’t back yet and his heart felt a little lighter after being with Nero. “I'm always walking with you, but I look and you're not there. Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you. I'm always talking to you, and I'm sad that you can't hear, sad that you can't hear.”

“It always ends up to one thing, honey, when I look and you're not there. I need to know you… Need to feel my arms around you, feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore.” Restrictor interrupted. Weiss jerked his head around so suddenly that he heard a snapping in his neck. “The fact that we know that song dates us a bit, hm? But you always remember things from when you were younger. I guess my age is catching up to me.”

Weiss felt aggravated that he knew the song, but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe because it was his father’s favorite song? Or maybe that he always seemed to steal things that Nero and him shared together. “You’re only thirty-five.” Weiss huffed, he acted like he was an old man. Well… he was a dirty old man compared to him, but still.

“Hm hm… good to know you can do math.” Restrictor removed his helm to reveal his face once more. It still seemed strange to him even now. He knew that wicked face for over three years now, but the fact that it had been covered up for longer than eighteen years of his life could not be erased. It was like looking at a different person when he came home. “Your father always sang that song.” He said a little wistfully before he grinned. “He sounded just as awful as you.”

“Thanks.” Weiss growled.

Restrictor ignored his tone. “The man was a complete idiot when it came to romantic things.” He tittered. “His words, not mine. He wanted to know how to romance your mother… I told him to sing a song to Leda.” Weiss stopped short, that was the first time he referred to his mother by her name rather than by ‘the old cow’ or ‘talking uterus.’ “And I gave him that song to sing.”

Weiss looked away then, he really did ruin everything. He didn’t really want to know his father’s favorite song was given to him by this man.

“What?” Restrictor tisked at him. “You act like I can’t know a song your father knew?”
He wanted to tell him ‘Yes, because you don’t even seem human at times.’ What did he know about love anyway? He was heartless.

But Restrictor seemed to know what he was thinking. “Now, now…” He tittered at him, his voice nothing short of amused. “Don’t get upset my pet.”

Weiss felt something in him snap just then. “Don’t get upset?! You just brought my father up! You!” His tone was accusing… and then he realized he needed to calm down. Shit. He turned back to his cooking, just praying he didn’t step so far over the line that Restrictor would be angry with him.

“What a fiery beginning… but what a sad finish.” But he was talking about something else all together.

Weiss looked at him. Did he want him to get mad at him? He watched the dark man move out of the kitchen into the dining room and there he sat as if thinking. He let out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t mad and he was going to leave him alone. That was fine with him. He’d rather not have to deal with him any more than he had to.

Sometimes he still couldn’t believe he was cooking in Restrictor’s home. It made him miss his home even more that he just came back from there. He needed to be patient. This was just like all the other days he had to put up with this. Only… Nero was mad at him before. And now that he wasn’t, now that he wanted to be with him again that’s all he could think about. He had to get back there somehow.

But who knew where Nero was now? Weiss certainly couldn’t head back home. If Nero was working there… It was no use thinking about it.

At least tomorrow everyone had a day off, even Restrictor if everyone stayed calm and didn’t aggravate his replacement. He was always on call of course in case she called, Restrictor Penelope. She was the only Restrictor that he or any of the other elite warriors came across. She was the only one Restrictor trusted enough to the job. She was also the only female Restrictor in Deep Ground.

Even Rosso behaved that day… she seemed to thrive on conflict but she enjoyed that one day out of the month that she didn’t have to deal with this wretched man. That and she thought that his replacement was fantastic. She was every bit as sadistic as Restrictor was but with a twist. She had a dark sense of humor that would come out in the most interesting of ways. Rosso would often spend her days pestering the poor woman just to listen to her talk.

Weiss held in another sigh, he usually spent this time with Nero, but not now. Nero wasn’t there to spend time with, and since he wasn’t there Restrictor would probably have him stay with him until tomorrow night even.

But still, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He was closer than ever to freeing himself. He couldn’t wait to get that wretched bastard back for all the numerous grievances he heaped upon his head.

Weiss flipped the contents in pan again, browning the other side. He usually only made enough for Restrictor to eat, double if the man insisted he eat with him. Even then he only ever ate a few bites. Weiss never really felt like eating here, but he probably should consider it since he might not be there just one night.

He made breakfast because it was faster and he wanted pancakes and hash browns. He looked over at Restrictor, sitting in the same place he was before. He seemed to be lost in thought. He hadn’t even removed his gloves or armor yet. His elbow was on the table and his palm supported his chin. Weiss decided to mess with him by putting a ketchup smile on his hash brows. Maybe that would wake him up somewhat.

He often did that to Nero when he was younger because he said he hated eating them. Nero thought the trick was so neat he suddenly forgot he hated the things and ate the fried potatoes. Somehow he knew Nero would just throw a fit if he started offering him his hash browns like that again. He guessed Nero just wanted to be seen as an adult and Weiss reminding him every so often that he was younger than him bugged him.

Restrictor only made an amused noise in back of his throat when Weiss placed his plate before him. He even smiled a little. There we go, a least he was looking a little nicer now.

Weiss sat down next to him and took a few bites of his food while he through about just a few hours ago. God, he had been waiting so long to hear those words from Nero. It was tiring being yelled at when he got home. It was almost as bad as staying here for the night. Just the thought of Nero finally being alright with him and being understanding made him feel so happy he thought his heart might burst. It seemed unfair that he couldn’t be with him now.

But Nero was going to turn himself in tomorrow. He knew Restrictor would punish him on principal. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long this time. Maybe just a week? Nero would be back and then they could start over again.

“You seem happy.” Restrictor noticed the smile edging Weiss’ lips.

Weiss didn’t realize he was being so transparent. “I guess.”

“You saw him I suppose.” Restrictor just knew, drinking some green tea Weiss had pulled out of the refrigerator.

“He disappeared right afterwards.” Weiss said quickly, he really didn’t want to be questioned about his whereabouts or what he was doing. This bastard could see right through him most of the time. It drove him crazy that it was nearly impossible to lie to the man.

“He touched you.” Restrictor said, he noticed it the moment he stepped foot into the apartment.

“You must be mistaken.” Weiss laughed nervously. What in the hell was going on? How could he know?

“Don’t lie.” Restrictor sat back in his chair then. “You are so fair that when someone touches you it leaves a mark.”

Weiss forgot about that somewhere along the lines. He felt instantly relieved. Restrictor wasn’t watching him but simply observed something on his body. He should have realized that already though. If Restrictor even heard a tenth of what they said together he would have beaten him once he walked in the door.

Weiss looked down at his chest. Nero left little finger trails down the side of his neck and lower as he kissed him. He cursed his pale skin and realized that he just might get that beating anyway. “You caught me.” He tittered, not knowing what else to say.

“You think it’s funny do you?”

What a question. How do you answer something like that? “It depends on what ‘it’ is?” Weiss smiled. “The fact that Nero touched me or the fact that I saw him?”

“Maybe a little of both.” Restrictor leveled a stare at him. “Did you know where he was hiding this morning?”

“No.” Weiss answered honestly. “He met me before I came here.” He would leave out the fact that he didn’t stay here like he was supposed to and went to his own apartment.

“I can smell him on you.” Restrictor’s eyes narrowed on him. “Even from here.”

Nero had a distinctive smell to him. No one else smelled like he did… that was for sure. But what did he say to that? Agree with him? Tell him, ‘Yes Restrictor-sama, I do smell like him because I made out with him. Hope you don’t mind.’ “Are you going to eat?” Weiss asked. He hadn’t even touched anything.

“I ate a little later today… I’m not hungry. Not to mention I don’t usually eat potatoes with smiles on them.”

“I could make some octopus hotdogs with smiles on them if you like?” He teased, hoping to get a rise out of him. He just stared at him, not at all amused. Oh well, at least he tried. Weiss ate some of the meal, although he was rapidly becoming disinterested in food. “I’ll wash the dishes then.” He really wished Restrictor would have eaten, it only got to the bad part faster… making it last even longer. Maybe if he could clean a bit it wouldn’t be so bad. Then maybe… He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he just knew he was standing behind him. Damn it. “Please don’t. I’m just…”

Restrictor growled, moving his arms around him. “You’re just nothing.”

He hadn’t even started with the dishes yet! Geeze! “No, please wait.”

Weiss might say that, his mind might not like him, but he could feel his quivering muscles underneath his hands as he touched him. His body loved him. His body shook and twitched for him as his rough hands molded that flesh that he carved out over the years.

Restrictor let his hands run over him softly then, if anything he knew that Weiss liked a gentle touch. It drove the boy crazy in fact. He knew why, because he was touching him just like someone else might. He probably didn’t think him capable of being kind to him… and the boy wanted it to stay that way. Sometimes he would even struggle a little if he did it. He knew Weiss didn’t like to feel that from him, his gentle side. Too bad.

He held his arms down with one of his, banding them across his chest as his other hand reached into his pants to find what they were looking for.

“Please don’t.” Weiss swallowed a moan as his fingers wrapped around him.

He liked that, how he pretended that he didn’t enjoy it. His moaning voice made his protests almost wanton. That flowery smell on him filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself before he ended up taking him right here and now bent over the countertop. He needed to get him to his bed.

He already had him around his middle so he grabbed him by the back of the legs with his other arm and picked him up bridal style. Apparently it shocked the hell out of his little lover as he moved to his bedroom door and kicked it open before he carried him inside. He dropped him unceremoniously across the foot of the bed before he moved in on him.

“Please stop.”

“Are you going to keep denying me forever?” Restrictor asked. “You know all it does is piss me off pretty baby.” He crawled over him, moving between Weiss’ legs. He yanked open his haori.

Weiss, unable to do much else just turned his head to the side so he wouldn’t have to look at him. He should be able act better than this and he really needed to calm down. Yes, he needed to calm down. This was just temporary. He’d already let him do this for a year, was a few more weeks? That thought made him relax somewhat. But then his mind wondered… what if it were a few more months?

Restrictor noted his sad expression with anger before he bent his head down to bite at his nipple.

Weiss’ eyes flew open. “Ah!”

“What did you let him do to you?” Restrictor growled, placing nipping kisses on his lips, he knew that he had to kiss him.

“Yes.”

Restrictor growled and claimed his mouth then.

Weiss knew what he was doing, he was trying to wipe away everything that Nero did to him. Almost like how Nero did the same in turn. Suddenly he couldn’t feel those smaller hands running down his neck anymore, or the taste of cigarettes and candy in his mouth. It was replaced with some strong taste that he knew as Restrictor. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but it reminded him of getting swept away somewhere dark and cold. It was someplace where he was trapped and frightened and where there would never be an escape. It was somewhere as deep as the ocean floor. He was going to drown in it. And as light danced around his vision Restrictor released him.

“Did he touch you here?” He moved his free hand down his stomach.

“No.” How much would it piss him off if he said ‘Because there wasn’t enough time’? God he wished he would have if he was going to get blamed for it.

“Then you are still mine.” He said softly, trailing kisses down his throat.

He really… really needed to play his part. Maybe if he was sweet to him he would be nicer to Nero tomorrow. “Yes.” He agreed. “I’m sorry, I was just afraid after last night.” Maybe he would take that as he needed someone to comfort him. Maybe he would be nicer to him.

Restrictor looked down at him distrustfully. He knew he would have gone to Nero either way… but…

Weiss watched as the wheels turned in Restrictor’s head. He wasn’t a stupid man, he knew that for certain. “I won’t go to him again.” He made a show of flinching when Restrictor moved his hand up to him.

So he was afraid of him then? He always was… but maybe he should have been kinder to him yesterday.

“Please take your gloves off Restrictor-sama.” Weiss requested, not looking in his eyes.

Restrictor smiled at that, he was being coy with him again. He loved that about him. “Why don’t you take them off?”

Weiss pulled at his gloves until they slipped off and Restrictor moved his hand across his face. He needed to relax and allow those touches. He removed his armored shoulder pads then and let them drop with a clank to the floor.

He looked into his eyes then, to show him he meant no ill intentions as he moved his hands to his belt and disarmed him. He threw them to the side as well a little more swiftly than the rest. He waited for an unfavorable reaction, but Restrictor just looked down at him with his green eyes. They were as hard as emeralds now that he thought of it.

Restrictor knew what he was thinking and they softened for him. He even turns his lips up into a smile. Weiss was scared of him, afraid that he was going to strike out against him at any moment. Afraid he was just doing this to hurt him yet again.

But he couldn’t think that. He would be able to tell that he was upset. He needed to think of Nero. What would he do with him now if he could go to him truthfully? It would make this easier.

And so it did.

He would kiss him first, over and over again to show him how glad he was that he waited for him all that time. Thank him for being understanding. Thank him for taking him back. Thank him for being his lover. And… he wanted to thank him for showing him what real love was like… even for a little while.

Weiss pulled his shirt off then with a slowness that told him that he missed him and wished to convey his adoration for him. He pressed gentle kisses to his throat and jaw line then… like he always enjoyed. He always liked it when he did that. He bent his head down and kisses his eyelids and forehead, his cheeks and mouth. ‘I missed you’ he would tell him. ‘I thought I would die without you.’ And his brother would tell him the same thing, ‘I missed you too. I’m so glad that we can finally be together again.’ Or something like that.

But that would always mark the end of the gentleness they shared together. It almost always was… When those gentle pecks on their faces and lips suddenly weren’t enough anymore and Nero deepened their kiss. When his tongue would find its way into his mouth and drown him with his passion. Restrictor didn’t disappoint him and did as he thought he would. Restrictor lifted him then, by the back of his knees until his legs were around him. Weiss looped his arms around his neck to keep himself steady while he tightened his legs around his waist. He kissed him again then.

Mmmm… he was being sweet today. He was probably thinking of someone else right now. It made him jealous as hell, but oh well, he might as well enjoy it for now. That was always when he was at his best anyway. He sat up and jerked the boy’s pants down past his knees and feet and threw the garment to the floor. He toed off his boots, kicking them under the bed. He watched him all the while as he undid his pants and removed even those from his person. Weiss was left with nothing but his opened haori. He looked like he might want to take it off but Restrictor stopped him once he moved down and looped his arm around his back to draw him closer to him. Weiss wrapped clothed his arms around his neck reflexively

He was a beautiful man, his Weiss. Well muscled and perfect. His face was lovely, even for a boy. But he was beautiful in a manly sort of way. He loved women too, but for their own unique curves and beauty. Something like Nero was an abomination to him. Some screwed up looking boy with hermaphroditic qualities that agitated him. He was sure half of his repulsion towards him centered around Weiss’ almost blind love for the wretch.

Weiss moaned as he felt that body press up against him. If anything, Restrictor wasn’t a tease. He knew what he wanted and took it. But he wasn’t selfish, he almost always gave back double. That he even had the capacity to give at all almost always surprised Weiss. But the fact he was a wonderful lover would never sway his (to put it lightly) less than stellar opinion of him. But sometimes it did make things like this bearable. At least he didn’t use him, beat him and toss him to the floor most days.

Then he could think of Nero… now he was a tease! And greedy, but he always pleased him. Not to mention the fact that he could blow his mind without even trying very hard. It must be because he was talented or that he was so beautiful. Or maybe it was because he loved him so much and felt absolutely comfortable with him. He trusted him completely, he could just close his eyes and let go.

Restrictor’s hand moved over his chest then to hold him down as he kissed and touched his way downward. He remembered Nero pinning him to the bed with his darkness and practically worshiping his body before he took him. He felt fingers cup him as a hot mouth enveloped his manhood. “Ahhhh…” He arched into that touch.

Weiss’ nerves were absolutely fried after Nero would tease him. So much so that he would beg him to release him. Nero would play with him a little longer of course, but when he got around to pleasing him he quickly realized all the teasing had been worth it. There were times Nero was straightforward as well and he loved those moments too. He was versatile like that. He always seemed to know what his brother wanted.

He could forget where he was and who he was with thinking about him.

Weiss pressed up into his mouth before Restrictor laughed around him and held him down. “Mmm… oh!” His back arched as his fingers entered him and his lips curled around his shaft. “Res-sama…” But he couldn’t forget himself either… he could not say his name.

He smiled at the shortening of his name before he took him all the way into his mouth and pumped him for all he was worth. His fingers flicked across that fleshy bulb inside him and made him quiver. Weiss sobbed with the pleasure of it before he ran his fingers through his short blond hair and across his face as he pleased him.

“Restrictor-sama...” Weiss arched his neck then. “I’m going to cum.” He warned. He had never came in his mouth before and he didn’t want to upset him by starting now. But when Restrictor continued to swirl his tongue around him and flick his fingers across it… “Restrictor-sama, please…” His fingers buried themselves into his hair in his desperation, but he wasn’t budging. He couldn’t hold on anymore! He needed to move, but Restrictor was there holding him down. He stifled a sob in the back of his throat… his body trembled and tightened against that feeling. “Ah!” The man on top of him drank deeply of him before he released his body.

Restrictor moved over him again before he buried his face into his neck and nipped at his pulse. His fingers slipped inside him again, only this time with some lubricant. Thank God. The man’s member was punishing enough to his tight entrance without him trying any other means.

“Flip over.” Restrictor told him and he did. He always slid into him easiest that way, that and it felt more comfortable. Only now did he pull the haori from the boy’s body.

Weiss moved his back into a downward arch, folding his arms in front of him and laying his head down over them in a well practiced move. Since they were about the same height, Restrictor really didn’t need to adjust his hips too much before he moved forward and slid into him. Despite himself his fingers dug themselves into the pillow. He was filling him so completely it was almost painful.

“Breathe.” Restrictor snickered, massaging the muscles in his back until he relaxed and he could move freely.

He honestly didn’t know why he held his breath sometimes. Maybe he was worried if he did he would end up drowning in whatever it is that they were doing right now. He closed his eyes again as he moved over that place inside him.

Restrictor moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his back. “Lie to me.” He pulled himself almost all the way out and entered him shallowly. The boy whimpered underneath him. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” Weiss said automatically, knowing there was nothing to gain by not saying it. He felt him slide in to the hilt until his hips were pressed into him. Restrictor moved cautiously back and forth. Not having to look at him, made it easier for him to imagine it was someone else and he was somewhere else. And that drove him insane. In Weiss’ passion maddened mind he was teasing him for a change. He knew he could take that and more. “H-harder.”

“Tell me again…”

“I love you.”

He moved at a normal pace then. He could tell he wasn’t quite giving the boy what he wanted by his impassioned squirming. “Again.”

“I love you.” He moaned when he moved faster, but not fast enough. He caught onto his game by now. “I love you.” Faster. He looked at him with pleading eyes then. “I love you!” FASTER!

He could almost believe it, if he allowed himself. They were such sweet lies. He didn’t mind if he told them. He would give him every part of him if he would only make them true. “You’ll always be mine…” He said those words wondering if they were even true. “And I’ll never let you go.” His little captive came underneath him then, but rather than relaxing afterwards, his body was tensed up in fear.

He still couldn’t even accept his words without becoming paralyzed. For the first time in over a year, he began having his doubts he could ever make this boy love him. His lips turned into a frown before he started moving inside him again to find his own release. Damn it all. He just needed some time to think… he was sure there had to be something he could do.

Until then, until that day he would show him how much he wanted him with his body. He would have his heart, somehow…. Somewhere…

And then he smiled, moving his hands down the tightened muscles below him and made them soften once more. There was still a chance for his soul at least… He knew he what he was going to do.

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Author’s notes:

Brew ha ha… well… not really. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the interaction between Zeus and Marianne again. They are so much fun. That and the luvins. There will be N/W luvins in the future… rest assured!

Aquila:

Glad you enjoyed the last chapter. Honestly, I’d be more worried about Nero myself if I just knew what I was going to have Restrictor do to him (snicker). I’ve got nothing! Which is pretty frightening to hear from the author huh? I guess I’ll think of something.

Yeah, I never bought into the “evil since he was outta the womb” kind of thing. I wanted to make sure Restrictor had the means to become bad and eventually lead himself down his own path, but that there was also a potential for him to make the right choice as well.

I also wanted to explore the possibilities of forgiveness as well. Restrictor was and still is simply too wrapped up in himself to ask in the first place and he only makes himself more miserable doing it. Forgiving oneself seemed to be FF VII: AC and FF VII: DoC’s themes so I wanted to incorporate it in here somewhere.

Again, thank you for all the help with my fictions… I swear I would be lost without you.

FakeMemory:

I got your review in my deviantArt account so no worries. Here is your review (so everyone knows wth I am talking about):

“T_T omg i could just cry!! having nero sings with his father was so beautiful!!! like he was trying to keep a connection that had never been there before. that was just too sweet for words! <3 such beautiful sapness! always gotta av a bit of that in there xp but iv been finding that wheneva you have them talk about the plan, i get scared of them following it through, because anyone whos played the game to the end knows whats going to happen! and when i have to read about it again, i know im going to ball my eyes out!! SO PLEASE! postphone it as much as you can! please do like 10-20 more chapters cuz i luve this story to much for it to end!”

I think connecting with the family he has never met is really important to Nero. I think I mentioned it in “In Moments” when Weiss wasn’t feeling well that he kept things from him so he wouldn’t be sad… but of course that never kept Nero from asking. =D I think eventually I’m going to have Weiss trust him more with that sort of thing, especially now since Nero is getting older.

Lol – I’m not sure about writing another twenty chapters… of course I didn’t think this one was going to make it to 11 chapters either. >_< I swear it keeps going on and on and I’m not seeing an end to it now… so you might just get your wish.

Avinacode101:

I’m glad you enjoyed it so much and thanks for the compliments! (blush) Sometimes I worry about making my characters act so silly and crazy sometimes, but I guess that’s just how people are right?

As for the spelling errors for the last two chapters, I know they are there and I cringe when I look at them. I posted those chapters a little faster than I did the others (usually I proof them a little better) but my momentum has been lost somewhat and I want to make sure I get this story out before I lose my steam.

Rest assured that I will go back and make the corrections though. (Maybe sooner rather than later). I spent some of my downtime during Christmas proof reading “Just the Same” and “Let’s Talk” and I really need to go back through this fic and “In Moments” and give them a firm polishing!

I read through this chapter a bit more so hopefully this one won’t be too bad.

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And as always… I have an account on deviantArt and I love to illustrate my fictions!

Here you go:

+Open Your Legs+ (R/W) – illustration for this chapter
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/47023476/
-You’ll notice that almost all of my Restrictor drawings have a “+” bracketing the title – it’s so I can find it faster. I’ve been thinking of giving Nero and Weiss their own symbol so I can find those easier.

+Lie to Me+ (R/W) - Another illustration for this chapter. They are facing each other though… which is what I had Restrictor doing originally.
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46644439/

+Leaving the Lights On+ (R/W)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/47001863/

+Love Potion+ (R/W)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/47116565/
-Weiss in a French maid outfit… ooh la la…

Watching You Sleep (N/W)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/47225884/

+Oh Restrictor-sama+ (R/W)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46606311/

+A Light in the Window+ (R/W)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46470937/

+Res-sama and Weissy-chan+ (R/W Chibis!)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46275601/

Ravage Me (N/W) – purrrrrrr…..
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46360009/
-Poor N/W… so neglected…

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Here is some art that isn’t my own but on a website I really liked… but now it’s closed! (sniffle) Straight from my photobucket:

Weiss sitting in Restrictor’s lap:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/20.gif

Red Thread Saga: R/W/N

Nero with his thread:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/138.png

Weiss with his thread:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/139.png
Weiss with his threads(?):
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/140.png

Restrictor with his thread under his cape:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/141.png

A happy/unhappy reunion depending on the perspective:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/143.png

Make Love: R/W/N
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/76.png

Weiss is a kitty:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/089.gif

Fuck you! Restrictor(?) stepping on Weiss’ throat:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/Weiss45.png

A rather humorous picture of Restrictor standing on Weiss’ head:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/Weiss47.gif

Chibi Restrictor-sama:
http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/Gabreilla/5daime.jpg