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You take me in
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You strip away the ugliness
That surrounds me

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Restrictor wasn’t letting him see Nero. And he took every precaution after he tried the first eight times to go see him. He beat him and worse. He literally locked him in his throne room and he even escorted him to his apartment at nights and locked him in his home. The first time he thought to protest this treatment Restrictor hinted that he might have to watch him if he was that adamant about breaking away to see his brother. Meaning he would be staying with him. Weiss never complained about it again.

He had promised over ago that he would go see Nero. Would he understand why he didn’t visit? Would he understand how much more strict things had gotten? He hoped he did. He hoped that he didn’t feel betrayed. Weiss’ imprisonment wasn’t as bad as Nero’s, it never was. He knew he must be going crazy not being able to even move.

Weiss looked at the door to the room he had gone through so many times. Nero’s door. Nero’s room.

Weiss sighed. He really hated being alone all the damn time. He wasn’t nearly as needy as when he was a kid, and he could deal with long periods of loneliness a lot better when he knew someone was there, somewhere wanting to be with him just as badly. He was still lonely though. The months were longer this year. The nights were longer as well with no one to talk to. It’s not like he had any way of entertaining himself. There was literally nothing in there for him to do.

He found himself walking into Nero’s room. Under normal circumstances he would never go into his room unless he asked permission. He had always respected Nero’s privacy. Of course that little brat never… ever respected his so why not?

The walls in his room were black, giving it a smaller feeling. He anchored his first set of wings into the wall above his bed. He remembered him asking to help hang them. He had pictures of the two of them together at various ages. One of the first they ever had together that Vivian took of them. That stupid photo of him smiling like an idiot on his younger brother’s bedside table that Nero said he masturbated to on more than on occasion.

He found himself becoming even more curious. Weiss looked through all of his drawers… found cigarette packs that had that clove smell to them. A familiar scent he had come to enjoy over the years. He took one out and lit it. He watched it burn in the ashtray just to have the smell around the house.

Weiss sat next to his brother’s bed and leaned against the side and sighed. He didn’t have to cook for Nero anymore… but sometimes he would accidentally make too much rice. He’d make Nero’s favorite food or make it too spicy just like he liked and Weiss would eat it even though he hated it.

Weiss didn’t spend too much time in his own room anymore. He just stayed in here trying to remember his scent and remember everything they shared before he was taken away.

Did Nero know he would be gone this long? Is that why he was so upset before he left?

He flinched when he heard a door slam. It was probably the next door neighbor. They fought a lot. Someone was obviously pissed with their roommate. It happened all the time. He heard a snipping noise then the sink going in the bathroom… in his bathroom. That was the first time he perked up.

He reached for one of his swords and moved out of Nero’s room slowly. Someone with dark hair and tattered clothes had their hair pulled back rather tightly in a ponytail. The man looked at him then, noticing him. He had a shorter beard. The clippings that were in the sink said it had been longer just a moment before. Did they assign him a new roommate? Did… he looked at his eyes. They were red.

“Nero?”

Nero looked away then, not acknowledging him.

Weiss felt a hint of fear creep up on him. Was he mad? “Nero, I tried to come see you.” He explained. “But Restrictor wouldn’t let me. I tried.” That sounded like such a pathetic excuse if he ever heard one… but it was harder than before. He just wanted him to know. “I got caught a few times.” Nero continued to shave his face as he babbled on. “Did they treat you alright? I read up on you… thank goodness they were feeding you.” But he didn’t say anything at all. “I’m sorry.”

“It is alright.” Nero’s voice broke out and it shocked him. It sounded deeper than before, but it still held that airy soft quality that he loved. “I understand.”

Did he? He sounded disappointed. Maybe he hated him now. He kept quiet until he was finished shaving and rinsing his face. Nero tapped a bit of aftershave on and his face flinched as it stung him.

Nero looked into the mirror then and didn’t seem to like what he saw.

Weiss looked for some imperfection but found none. Most of Nero’s boyish features were gone and he looked more like a man now, but just barely. He was still breathtakingly beautiful to him. If anything, he thought the year had been good to him… other than the dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep. That was easily cured though. He’d watch over him the next few days and…

Nero sent his fist into the mirror, splintering it all over the counter and onto the floor.

“Nero!” Weiss exclaimed.

But Nero said nothing and walked out of bathroom past him, his elder brother stood there shocked for a moment until he heard the front door open and slam shut again.

“Wait!” Weiss snapped to and stumbled to the front door. The elevator door shut suddenly when his head popped through the exit. “Wait!” He down the hall to it and mashed the button, but the elevator was already moving downward. “Damn it!” He watched the numbers over the door until it definitely stopped. He ran to the stairwell and began hoping down the stairs until he hit the floor he was looking for. He ran down the hallway and didn’t find him. He looked everywhere then. Did he get the wrong floor? No, this was it. He looked everywhere, asked anyone who might have seen him. He was gone.

“Nero?” He called softly, wanting with all his heart for him to hear it. “Please come back home. I miss you.”

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Weiss went back home, hoping that his little brother would just return to him there. He had to eventually right? Was he that mad at him? He wished he would have succeeded getting away and seeing him at least once… then he would’ve known how much he wanted to be with him. He had.

He looked at the clock again. It was getting pretty late. Weiss frowned, it was going on three hours now and he still hadn’t come back yet.

He heard a knock at the front door. He hoped to his feet opened it instantly. Weiss planted a smile on his face. “Nero!” When no one responded he opened his eyes. Azul?

“This yours?” Azul asked gruffly, ignoring his enthusiasm.

Weiss saw a dark head underneath his arm. “Here, I’ll take him.” Azul deposited him in his arms. “Thanks.”

“Mmm.” He acknowledged before turning around and leaving him.

Weiss sighed and shut the door with his foot. He moved his brother to the couch and put him down there. “Nero…” He ran his hand through his dark, unkempt hair. He really was a mess. Not only had he not bathed in a year but now he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Actually the newly acquired smelled were much preferred to the stink of old sweat and grime. His clothes were literally rotting off of him. He felt bad for wanting to bathe after he touched him.

“Weiss…” Nero mumbled in his sleep.

“Want to go to bed?”

“No.” Nero rolled over, facing towards the back of the couch.

“Okay. Get some rest.” Weiss pat his head again and left him there. His first thought was to go to sleep in his own bed since Nero was here… but maybe if he slept in Nero’s bed… he would talk to him when he woke up.

He drew the covers up over his chin and sighed. Weiss felt somewhat sick inside. Nero had just came in… shaved and ran away from him.

He felt like he had been living in some long and boring dream for the time he was gone. He hadn’t even paid attention to his age. Let’s see. He was almost nineteen when Nero left him. He was twenty now. Nero had been sixteen… now he was seventeen. Right? Right. In a few months his younger brother would be eighteen years old.

He looked different than before. That’s what happens when you don’t see someone for a year though. They both looked different. Nero was handsome but was so beautiful still. His lips were the same shade of blue as he remembered. It excited him to see him grow up. But it depressed him because…

“It’sh been sho long…” Nero was at the door and startled him. “You’ve gotten bigger…” He said as he approached him.

“I’ve been working out.”

“You’ve alwaysh worked out…” He tittered. “You look nice.”

Weiss couldn’t help but notice. “You look thinner.”

“Mmm…” Nero acknowledged.

“Are you drunk again?” He knew he was.

“Oh yeah.” Nero purred his formal manners all gone. “I’m toalll… tor… totally dunk.” He fell on him then, his brother letting out a huff of air.

“Have you ever heard of moderation?” Weiss chastised, horrible smell and rudeness aside he was happy his brother was willing to be close to him again.

“I dink like I make luff… lotsh… and good too.” He ground himself against Weiss’ hips.

He was so difficult. “You’re going to ruin your liver or something. That and you already smoke. Pick one for goodness sake.”

“Yup I know… buh wheheeeresh the fun in that my pretty kitty?” He tried kissing him then only for Weiss to turn away from im. “Ooh… give me a kissh.”

“Ooh… stay away from me.” Weiss mocked, turning his head to the other side when Nero tried to kiss him.

Nero made a frustrated sound before he finally pinned Weiss onto the bed. He pushed his lips solidly onto his brother’s. “Mmm…” He was so yummy!

He tasted awful… what the hell did he drink? He tasted some flavored rum in there certainly… along with an assortment of other sweet things that he couldn’t get enough of. He could also taste those cigarettes too. One at a time he could deal with, but his alcohol saturated breath threatened to overpower his senses.

“I wan-haunted to give you something nice for your birthday.”

Maybe since he was drunk he would be more forthcoming with his questions. “Nero, why did you run away from me earlier?”

“Shorry bout that…” He smiled. “It wash jusht a shock seeing my fash.”

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m not beautiful for you anymore. I look like a man.”

“You’ve always looked like a man you idiot.”

“Not like thish… I ushed to look pretty… like you liked. I’m not beautiful anymore. You… won’t like me.”

“That’s not true at all!” Weiss huffed. “Why do you think I fell in love with you anyway?”

“I donno… you never told me.”

“Well, I love you for a lot more than your damn face, that’s for sure. I barely get to see it behind that stupid mask of yours anyway. I don’t give a damn what you look like! You could look like Azul for all I care as long as you are you.” Weiss sighed. “But since you are so worried… you look as beautiful as you ever did. You just have a stronger chin and your body is a little bigger that’s all. Now stop being an idiot.”

“Shorry for being an idiot.” He grumbled sullenly.

“You know I don’t mean it like that… even though you are an idiot.” Weiss sighed, then decided to tease him a little. “What happened to my Nero? What happened to my man, hm? Did he run off?”

“No…” Nero huffed, looping his arms around Weiss’ neck. “He’s still here. He’s just crazy because he hasn’t seen his beloved in a while.”

“He has a funny way of showing that he loves me still. I was worried he was running away because he was mad I didn’t visit him like I promised.”

“I know you would’ve come see me if you could.” Nero sighed and ended their game, just enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against him. “If anything I was worried about you and how you were doing.” Nero’s slurring was starting to disappear. He was sobering up. He could do that rather well if he put his mind to it, extracting the toxins from his own body.

“I was miserable without you.” He touched his face and combed his hair and Nero closed his eyes. “I thought you were mad at me and didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

How could he think that? “No, never.”

“We’re a lot alike you and I.” Weiss smiled, they were both rather silly. “We’re both insecure aren’t we?”

“A little.” Nero admitted. “This is just… too good to be true isn’t it?” He leaned down to kiss him. Oh he missed this feeling. “I keep thinking it’s going to end over stupid things and I won’t have you loving me still. I love how I feel when we’re together.”

“Me too.” Weiss admitted. “So let’s stop doubting each other okay?”

That was something he could agree to. “Okay.”

“Now trust me a little more than to be so shallow. That hurts my feelings.”

It sounded rather stupid now that he thought of it. “Sorry Weiss.”

“It’s okay… I guess you are allowed one crazy episode per year you are chained to that thing.”

Nero laughed. “I think I went crazy for a little bit. I started seeing you while I was awake and talked to you.”

“Well then I was crazy too. I just talked to the air and pretended like you were standing there listening to me.”

Nero smiled. Maybe Weiss was insane, just like him. “Let’s do it.” He said suddenly.

Not like this! “Can’t you take a bath first?”

Nero blushed. “Sorry… I must smell awful.”

“You’re damned right you do! You haven’t bathed in a year and you went out drinking and smoking the first thing.”

“Take one with me?”

“And get that awful stink off you? Sure thing.” Weiss grinned, ruffling his hair like old time.

“Weiss?”

“Hm?”

“I missed you.” Nero said softly.

“I missed you too.” He didn’t mind his kisses now that he knew he was alright… he was going to stay. “I love you.” He smiled when their kiss ended.

“I love you too.”

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“Ugh! I’m tired.” But he felt so good. All that sweat and grime washed away… his hair felt better too… it was nice and soft again… it still looked unkempt but at least it wasn’t greasy anymore. He enjoyed the feeling of Weiss running a towel over his head, rubbing the water away.

“I never thought I’d hear that from you.” Weiss laughed.

“Yeah well, they have never kept me locked away on that damned pillar that long either.” He sighed. “I am surprised I can still walk upright. I feel so stiff and weak.”

“Is that so?”

Nero nodded pitifully.

“Does that mean I have to do all the work for you then?” The white haired man purred.

“Weiss?” Nero croaked.

“It’s been so long.” Weiss kissed him. “I think I want it right now.”

“Weiss?” He couldn’t seem to make his brain work enough to say anything else. “Oh!” His brother’s hair was tickling his neck as he lowered his head down and sucked on his throat. His tongue then trailed down his chest and found one of his nipples and flicked his tongue over it much the same way he remembered Nero doing to him a little over a year ago. “Weiss… oh God!” His fingers were around his member. Oh! The feel of it. He hadn’t had the simple pleasure of touching himself much less anyone else touching him at all. He wasn’t going to last like this… but he wasn’t meant to either.

“Nero… I love you.” It was nice, pleasing him like this. He had always been so nice before. “The quicker you cum the quicker you can have me.”

As if to answer him his back arched. “Weiss!” And Weiss laughed a little at that. His length was still standing erect when he used his own cum to lubricate him… and before he pushed his own fingers within him. Nero shivered when he saw Weiss giving him a devilish grin.

“Do you want to be inside me?” Weiss teased.

“Yes.” Nero was busy watching him, but not too busy to answer such a wonderful question.

“Do you want to fill me with your cum?”

Holy! Had they had this conversation sometime before? If anything, being away from him didn’t make Weiss shy in the least. “Oh God yes…” And he watched Weiss lift himself over him.

“Ngh!” Weiss’ eyes widened a bit, he really should have fingered himself while Nero was away. His body shrank in the year he had been celibate. He sweated with the effort of lifting and lowering himself until his body stretched enough for his brother’s engorged flesh to fit into it.

“Oh Weiss!” Nero panted, it was like their first time. He always remembered him being tight around him, but this… Oh! This! “I think I’ve changed my mind. I want to be on top.”

Weiss was lowering and lifting himself, a pained expression on his face. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Don’t make me flip you.”

Weiss grumbled at him and lifted himself off of him. Well… he did say he would do it if he asked. “How do you want me then?”

“On your hands and knees.”

“Mmm…” Weiss turned himself around and got into position. He thought of something evil at the last second and looked back. “Need a high chair?” His expression was priceless!

The bastard! He was going to kill him! “No!” He flipped his legs off of the bed and grabbed Weiss’ ankle and dragged his lower half over the side. He never relinquished his hold on his ankle as he pushed himself to his entrance.

Maybe saying that had been a mistake. “Hey now...”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His length slide into him deeper than before.

“Ugh! AH!!” Weiss gripped the sheets under him.

“You like it rough don’t you Weiss?” He purred. “I think you try to piss me off just so I’ll fuck you harder.”

“Heh…” He was about to give him a clever retort before his length slammed into him again and made him cry out… but never hard enough to hurt him… much.

“But you shouldn’t tease me so much. It’s been a whole year since I got to fuck you last.” One of his hands came to rest against his back for balance. “I’ll give it to you however you like it.”

Oh, just to feel him inside him again! It didn’t matter that he was tearing him apart. “Oh Nero! Harder! Faster! More!”

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How sweet it was when they woke up together. Nero awaken first this time, Weiss almost immediately afterwards. He blushed cutely when their eyes met, but he didn’t look away. Nero edged a little closer to him, they had separated sometime in the night apparently. He kissed his forehead gently, a show of his love and devotion to him.

They kissed a few minutes before he became ravenous, morning breath be damned. He really should give him some time… its not like he was very gentle with him and they did it last night… but… he looked so good this morning… and he was soooo horny! The alarm went off scaring the both of them with its loudness. They needed to get up.

Weiss just tittered at Nero’s grumpy expression before kissing his nose and rolling off of the bed. He flinched and grabbed at his lower back as he stood. Nero stifled a laugh. Weiss just stuck his tongue out at him and threw the closest pillow into his face.

Nero decided to get up after a few moments of enjoying lying in the bed they made love in just a few hours ago. It just smelled of him and Weiss… he couldn’t get enough of it. But he needed to get ready.

If he wasn’t always so diligent about making the bed he wouldn’t have noticed the blood on the sheets. He felt an immediate stab of guilt. He hadn’t been very gentle now that he thought of it. He really had no self control at all… and he said he wouldn’t try to hurt him too. Weiss was really going to learn to hate men if he wasn’t careful.

He was so busy fiddling with the sheets and fretting away that he almost didn’t feel Weiss’ hand grasping him and pulling him back into an embrace. “Thank you.” He said, and kissed his temple.

He only wished moments like this would last forever. He’d be taken away again before too long.

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Author’s notes:
Thanks to Aquila and FakeMemory for reviewing! =D

1/05/07: I’m not sure if it reads this way or not… but I swear to God I had a difficult time writing this chapter… and chapter four. Things are going to get a little crazy in the next few updates so beware and don’t throw tomatoes too quickly.

I’ll probably think of something else to say after this is published. I always do after I’ve posted a story. I always have more to say and yet it doesn’t make it here. Oh well. Hope you enjoy. Read and Review please.

1/06/07: Added a paragraph to show the passage of time between Nero’s departure and return.