In Moments

Of Misfortune and Despair

“Mistress” Like Weiss on Rice
with special help from Aquila, violence consultant

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Tragedy
When the feelings gone and you cant go on
Its tragedy
When the morning cries and you don’t know why
Its hard to bear
With no one to love you you’re
Goin’ nowhere
Tragedy
When you lose control and you got no soul
Its tragedy
When the morning cries and you don’t know why
Its hard to bear
With no one to love you you’re
Goin’ nowhere

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WARNING: This is a non-consensual chapter. You have been warned!

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"Stop mothering me!" Weiss grumbled.

Nero bristled. "Don't you yell at me for taking care of you!" Weiss' weight was just short of unbearable. He insisted on walking here and he was using him not unlike a human walking stick right now with his arm around his shoulder.

"I'm fine." Weiss tried to persuade him.

"You aren't fooling me." Nero growled. "You are shaking like a leaf you're so sick!"

"I'm not sick... I'm just tired." His brother protested.

Not this again! "I hope you never get sick again... you are just awful to be around." Nero voiced his opinion on the matter. "You've been nothing but a baby." He was fighting him on absolutely everything. It was like he couldn't stand being taken care of.

"Well sorry you little brat."

"I'm not a brat!" Nero huffed, stamping his foot childishly. "Now sit down!"

Weiss gasped when he felt Nero's hand shoot up and pushed him onto his throne.

"You see? You are weak as a kitten!" Nero pointed out to his humiliation. "Now stop fighting me all the time... it's exhausting." Nero pulled the blanket from his synthetic arm and placed it over Weiss' shoulders. His face and voice softened then. "I'm not trying to embarrass you. I just want you to feel better."

"I know." Weiss said sullenly.

"Let me take care of you Weiss... until you are better." Nero smiled, maybe he was acting more like an adult now. "You're always taking care of me." He tucked the blanket around his legs. "Let me return the favor for once." This time he kissed his forehead. "Now stay put. I'm going to lock you in here... everyone should leave you alone."

This is why he couldn't stand this, Nero was treating him like some weakling. It almost felt like his purpose in life had been destroyed. "I'm not an invalid."

"You're not an invalid." Nero agreed. "But just take some precautions alright?" He decided to tease him then. "I would be upset if my big grumpy kitty got all scratched up."

"Stop calling me kitty you stupid bird."

"Sticks and stones brother." Nero laughed, lifting his hand up and snapping his mask into place. "Get some sleep. If it's past seven, I'll just go to the flat alright?"

"I'll try to get there before you." Weiss finally nodded. So you won't have to walk around with me and embarrass me...

"I'll have dinner ready."

Weiss cringed when he said that. He was sure that Nero could burn Jello if he put his mind to it. Not to mention he believed that if ingredients looked like the same thing... they must be the same thing. Like cinnamon and cayenne pepper... what was the difference if they looked alike? A lot of difference! He tried explaining that a million times but the boy couldn't cook worth shit. If he wasn't trying to burn the house down he was making degusting culinary creations that only the most indiscriminating of people could eat. Why... he could remember that Boston cream pie he tried to make for his birthday. Dear lord, it looked like lopsided mushy circle of mud with a weeping sore in the center. The worst part was having to eat it...

"Are you thinking about that Boston cream pie again?" Nero narrowed his eyes at him, reading his mind once again. "Look, I apologized in writing. I think you'd have forgiven me by now."

"I have." But my stomach never will. "Let me cook tonight."

"But you're so weak." Nero mumbled, actually hoping he did have the energy to do it... he really didn't like his own cooking either.

Weiss didn't want to eat a charred chicken bricket again. "If I can't... we can always eat cereal."

"Oh, I forgot about that." Instant meals, thank goodness they were there. "I better get going before I'm missed." He leaned down again and kissed Weiss' forehead. "Be safe." And because they said it everyday together, "I love you."

"I love you too."

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Nero spent most of his days in the observatory. After that he was to report to ‘his room’ which was a large space. The main floor consisted of three pillars they just loved chaining him to for extended periods of time with or without warning. He really hoped they would let him stay in there without being locked up.

There were two ways to get to his room. Something in his mind told him to turn a different way today but he chose to ignore it. This was the fastest way, he would take it.

“There you are Nero.” He heard Hojo’s voice and he looked up. “Where are you headed?”

Why did he not like the sound of that? “To my room.”

“Never mind that, you’ll be coming with me today.”

“Yes professor.” He felt rather than saw Restrictor come up to the side of them only to disappear as quickly as he came. He couldn’t help but realize if he would have headed down the other way he might have met up with this man first. Maybe he should stop listening to his instincts from now on if this was any indication. At least he wouldn’t be pinned against that pillar again… He hated Hojo but somehow this torturous man was better than solitary confinement.

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Weiss' eyes blinked open and he sighed, his body still felt like crap. He wished he would just feel better already. Hojo said his body was just trying to repair itself after everything.

Maybe he would just submit to Nero's babying... He hated it and loved it... he hated it because it made him feel useless... but he loved it because Nero spent his time taking care of him instead of going out and screwing around so much. If he thought about it... he really wasn't going out as much as he was before. Well, he hadn't been going out at all. But it was more than likely because he was sick.

It was rather ridiculous wasn’t it? That he should be so afraid to tell Nero how he felt. It wasn’t like he was going to judge him anyway, right? He was a total pervert after all. And damn it. He would understand wouldn’t he? Even if he didn’t want him back? He was just being a coward. He really needed to tell him. He should tell him tonight after he made him a nicer dinner or something. If he could stand up long enough to make dinner anyway.

He hated this being sick business. He always felt fine and wonderful thanks to all the genetic modifications to his body since his birth. Now… he felt just awful all the time. His body ached still and damned if his strength hadn’t come back enough. It was slightly embarrassing to be hobbling around. Hojo nor Restrictor would let him stay in his flimsy apartment all day… thinking he might try to escape… Nero agreed with them somewhat… but for other reasons.

Let’s see, Nero should be back home in an hour or so… he said anytime after seven he would just meet him there instead of coming down here. Maybe if he started up now he would make it to the apartment… and maybe he could use a chair to sit down in when he made dinner. That would work. Weiss folded the blanket Nero placed over him and put it to the side of his chair. He’d probably need to use it tomorrow so there was no point in bringing it with him.

He heard the door then, someone was mashing the keys on the pad. Nero must have come back early. He felt a rush of excitement course through him and a smile touched his lips. He stood up shakily in greeting. “Hey,”

“No need to stand on my account little Emperor.” Restrictor strode through the portal and Weiss’ face fell. “Not happy to see me? You looked so excited a minute ago.”

Weiss frowned. “Since when have I ever been happy to see you?”

“Ooh, Weiss. You wound me.”

“Not as much as you wound me apparently…”

“Oh yes. I heard you’re not feeling well. You will forgive me if I don’t believe that for even a moment.”

“Then you’ll forgive me for laughing my ass off about how you nearly killed the both of us the other day.” Weiss felt himself grow mirthful. “I thought surely one of the Tsviets might have killed you, but to find out that the mighty Restrictor was defeated by a bathtub…” He allowed himself a laugh.

Have your laughs you little bitch, Restrictor seethed. He was going to enjoy putting him into his place once and for all.

Restrictor’s mood had been absolutely ruined. He just wanted a chance to thrash this insolent whelp that was puttering about in his throne room.

Hojo had sent white haired brat down there for the majority of the week, allowing him to slack off. He thought he took too much enjoyment in it. Meditating and doing absolutely nothing when he should be getting his ass beaten across the floor by yours truly. Being down there under the protection of Hojo must have been something of a treat for Weiss. He acted like he didn’t have to listen to a thing Restrictor said.

If he could have just gotten his hands on that stupid brother of his he could have goaded him into a fight. Now he had nothing. But really… what excuse did he really need to beat that brat into a pulp? He didn’t, but it would have been particularly devastating for Nero to see. Weiss was always coddling him and playing the hero. It would’ve been nice to bring him down a peg or two in front of the boy.

It had taken him the better part of the week to figure out what he was going to do to him. Should he just beat him black and blue? That never got through to him as long as he knew the boy. It might have humbled him for a short amount of time… until he was healed and then he went back to being the snot nosed, smart ass he always was.

Restrictor had his misgivings about it at first. He wasn’t so much worried about how it would affect Weiss so much as if he would get in trouble for doing it. Then he realized it didn’t really matter. One chance was all he needed to ruin him after all. “You know I’ve been thinking…”

Weiss remained standing obstinately as Restrictor neared him. "What?"

“That you should have seat!” Restrictor’s fist connected with his nose, blood rushing forth.

The back of his head cracked against the stonework behind him before he was right back where he began. When he brought his hand up to his nose it was slapped away along with his face. It wasn’t too bad, not compared to how hard he could hit him with his fist. But it stung and was insulting.

He didn’t have much time to ponder that particular abuse before one of those fits he was thinking about jabbed him in the stomach, taking his breath away. What the hell? It wasn't taking much to piss him off tonight.

Weiss could only sit on his throne while being beaten for seemingly no reason at all. He took it knowing that Restrictor probably wouldn't do much else. He always stopped after a while.

Weiss willed his body to just relax and not do anything stupid like lash out at him. He just wanted to be back in bed and it wasn't going to happen if he pissed this idiot off. He knew how to pick his battles, and he would sass him later for beating up a sick man. Today he would just go to with it.

Restrictor paused and allowed Weiss to regain his breath and stem the flow of blood coming from his nose before he grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him up off of his seat.

Weiss growled. This stupid bastard was beating him back into his chair because he wouldn’t sit down and now he was jerking him back up again! Restrictor responded to the sound by twisting his hair painfully. He couldn’t help the yelping noise that rang forth from his throat.

“Tender headed, hm?” Restrictor gave it a painful tug.

Of course you bastard! You’re ripping my hair out! He wanted to scream.

“Where to take you?” He yanked on his hair as he paced around. “Hmmm, I think over here will be nice.” Restrictor dragged him into the middle of the room. “You know Weiss… you aren’t fighting much today.”

You know why… because I know what you can do to me. Weiss didn’t say anything though.

“You don’t say much either.” Restrictor sighed.

Well, since he was giving him permission… “I hate you.”

“Ah, that brings back memories.” The older man said, as if they were fond times. “You always said that when you were but a whelp. And all that mouthing off…”

The mouthing off which consisted of him acting like a child. In reality, Leda had done a fairly good job raising Weiss. He was polite for the most part. He still was just a boy though. A quick yelling at would have gotten him to stop, but Restrictor had found it easier just beat him instead.

Little Weiss, after a while, tried to comply with his demands. He tried to be quiet, after a while only answering yes or no to questions. After that didn’t work he began shaking his head and forgoing making noises at all. One day Restrictor changed tactics and demanded why he wasn’t saying anything and told him how rude he was being.

Weiss didn’t understand what he wanted from him and began crying. Restrictor remembered the long list of things Weiss had said he wanted that very day. He wanted his father, he wanted his mother, he wanted Genesis and he wanted Nero. He even called out for Marshmallow, that docile cat he carted around wherever he wished like some sort of living ragdoll. He snapped that little pet’s neck right in front of him.

Everyone else called him the pet name of ‘cat’ or ‘kitten’ because of his mannerisms. He called him that because that’s all he screamed and cried for… for two days on end following the death of his pet. ‘My kitty!’ He cried over and over again. He almost snapped the brat’s neck until his mother stepped in and calmed him.

That’s what he wanted. He missed it, couldn’t get enough of the sound. He wanted to hear him cry now… as an adult.

“But you are a man now, right? Maybe I should start treating you like one.” Weiss wouldn’t know what he meant of course. He might be eighteen but he had been sheltered for the most part. The only thing this boy had to go on was a couple of romance novels that old scientist, Vivian gave him.

Restrictor released his hold on him and Weiss tried to back away from him. His leg shot out and he dropped onto the floor.

Weiss defiantly tried to get up again until he felt Restrictor’s boot at his throat. “Stay down if you know what’s good for you.” Just like he planned it, he saw the anger in Weiss’ eyes. The best thing to do would be to get him riled up… but not hurt him too much yet.

Weiss made his decision to go against what he planned earlier. He was weakened but he couldn’t deal with this sort of abusive behavior from Restrictor. If he was going to beat the hell out of him no matter what he might as well try to fight back.

Restrictor lifted his boot off of his neck and turned his back to him. As he anticipated Weiss was on his feet and struck out against him. The boy knew better than that, knew he wouldn’t be able to land a blow on him. He just did it anyway. He whirled around on him in an instant and caught his hand. “Hm, you are a weak one today.” Weiss just hissed at the grip he had on him. “Oh? Does this hurt? Maybe you should listen a little better from now on.”

Weiss responded by throwing his other fist at him, to his surprise Restrictor only knocked it out of the way. His hand reaching for one of those wicked looking short blades he kept close to him at all times. He saw a flash of metal run up him. He backed away quickly expecting to see his innards gushing forth. A hard clanking noise issued from the ground as he moved. The familiar weight of his swords were no longer at his waist. Did he cut his belt off?

Restrictor advanced on him quickly, kicking his weapons a safe distance away. Not that he could’ve used them anyway. He could barely throw his fists at the man much less wield his weighty swords.

If he admitted anything to himself, he would admit that he was frightened out of his mind at this point. He was pathetically weak from sickness and Restrictor was really coming at him today with less provocation than he usually needed. He was even slightly worried he might be trying to kill him. He wished he had listen to his earlier instincts to stay calm. Maybe he should back down for now until he felt better. His body was starting to shake. He was afraid but his shivering had mostly to do with his health than his feelings.

Restrictor took it the wrong way on purpose. “Afraid?” He didn’t say anything. “A pity… I thought you might fight back just a little. Maybe there is something to you not feeling well after all.” He gave Weiss a grin, watching as his pants started to slide down his waist. “No underwear today?”

Weiss blushed and grabbed the top of his slacks. He really, really needed to sit down. His strength was fading under him fast.

“Poor baby…” Restrictor moved at him slowly, circling around him like a predator stalked its prey.

"Did someone piss in your cornflakes this morning?"

"Picking up a few new sayings hm Weiss?" Restrictor laughed. “I guess you could say that…”

Restrictor disappeared from his vision, but he was able to follow him enough to know he was behind him now. He took a step forward and felt a hand grasp at the hem of his pants and tore downward. Weiss whirled around at that point, more than slightly embarrassed. The back of his slacks fell around his knees where he tucked them into his boots. He looked at the man questioningly, wondering if he was trying to shame him? Was it that? Or did he simply want to kill him?

Restrictor decided it was time to stop beating around the bush. “I haven’t got to fuck someone in quite a while. If I told you how many times I lost out on a good screw no thanks to taking care of your miserable ass…” Almost every single time he had a little plaything in his sights Weiss was doing something to ruin it. That didn’t matter to him though, this was about something more. “And you’ve got a nice little ass… I think you owe me.”

Weiss might have had an inkling of what he was about, but what he said just sealed it. His previous thoughts of just letting Restrictor beat him to a pulp long since forgotten. There was no way he was going to just lay there and let this bastard have his way with him. "I don't think so."

“You really don’t have a say in the matter. Halt.” Restrictor lifted up his hand and Weiss’ body seized up except for the weak shaking that was a result of his sickness.

The more he fought against him the more it hurt. It seemed the more he tried to quell his trembling body the more it shook. Restrictor moved closer to him then, grabbing his body roughly like a lover might and his skin crawled.

Obviously struggling wasn’t going to help so he tried words instead. "Hojo is going to have you castrated!” Weiss screamed.

“Hojo’s not going to find out now is he?” Restrictor knew this little shit had courage now, but he would humiliate him. There’s no way he would say anything. “He’s not going to save you little Emperor. He’s off toying with your little Nero right now. Running tests and whatnot. You know how he just loves his work.”

Weiss could not only hear but feel the venom radiating from Restrictor’s voice.

“I think we’ll be good for a couple of hours at the very least. No one is coming for you.” He took note that Weiss was shaking and sweating, his breath coming in short gasps. He needed to watch himself otherwise this little kitten might pass out on him... and he couldn't have that. His fingers traced down the contours of his stomach and Weiss growled at him angrily, his body glowing in a visible sort of rage. “This isn’t any good unless you enjoy yourself.” He was going to have so much fun doing this. "I have something for you."

Weiss refrained from telling him he could shove it up his ass, leaving himself wide open for a lewd retort. He saw Restrictor produce a phial. "I don't want any. I’ve already taken my medicine for the day... but thanks all the same."

"You don't want my gift? And I spent so much time making too. I'm sure you wouldn't mind having just a little taste.” He brought the small bottle up to Weiss’ mouth. The boy attempted to twist his neck but failed and cried out. “The more you struggle the more it’s going to hurt my lovely.” But he already knew that. “Drink this.” Weiss shut his mouth tight and Restrictor made an impatient noise. “Have it your way.” He pinched his nose shut until Weiss had to open his mouth to breath. With the same hand he held his nose with he yanked his head back and he jammed the bottle through his teeth. He threw the phial to the side quickly and covered the boy’s mouth. He worked his throat with his fingers, assuring himself that at least some of the terrible tasting liquid was swallowed.

As expected when he released him, Weiss immediately spat the remaining contents of his mouth harmlessly into his face. Restrictor slapped him then, not willing to take that sort of disrespect idly.

This was frustrating! "Going to keep acting like a pussy and have me halted while you slap me around all day?" Weiss taunted. "Really Restrictor, I expected more."

The nerve! He almost grinned at his daring. "Why Weiss... you are absolutely right. I shouldn't keep you standing here. You're not feeling well... right?"

Weiss didn't like the sound of that. He felt Restrictor’s hand close over his throat as he dragged him back to his throne and once again tossed him down upon it. The chains that were attached to the chair rushed forth, as if drawn by Restrictor’s will until they clasped around his appendages and throat. He hated them… almost as much as he hated the man in front of him.

“Oh," Restrictor’s eyes widened a bit, but he could not see. “How rude I am being. You’re half naked and trussed… and you haven’t even seen my face yet.”
Restrictor grabbed the underside of his helm and lifted. It was up and over his head in a moment. He carelessly threw it to the side as if it were garbage. “Won’t need that.” He cracked his head to the side.

Weiss was a little surprised to say the least, he had expected Restrictor to look ugly and deformed… withered and evil to match his personality.

“Shocked that I look so good?” Restrictor seemed to take pleasure in his incredulous stare. “That’s why I wear my armor… so brats like you can’t mar my face. Not that any of you weaklings could.” He reminded with a flourish.

Of course Restrictor forgot that he still had free range of motion with his arms… even being bound as he was he still had the ability to stand up. He waited until Restrictor moved down low enough to strike out with his hand, he might not be able to punch him but he swiped his nails across his face, leaving four red ribbons in their wake.

If he had expected Restrictor to be furious, he was wrong. He only brought a hand up to his face and brought it down to look. There was blood on his glove. “Mmm.” His voice was nothing more than a sigh. “Oh Weiss… you seemed to have marked me.” A smile formed on his mouth, it was kind and friendly… and very frightening to see on him. “That’s alright. I like my kittens spunky.”

Weiss gritted his teeth.

“How should I repay you then?” Restrictor asked sweetly. “Maybe I should kick a few of your teeth out?” Then he went on, “Or maybe I should break your arm?” He looked at the chain around his neck and his fingers brushed over it lightly. “Maybe I should hang you? But that’s not as much fun as doing it myself.” The last word he uttered came out grated, his beautiful face twisting in anger. His hands wrapped around the circumference of Weiss’ throat and all but crushed his windpipe.

Restrictor released him just when he thought he might pass out. Weiss choked air into his lungs. He took a moment to admire him. Weiss was a well build lad. A bit slender compared to him, but well muscled enough to know he would be powerful looking into his twenties and thirties… if he lived that long anyway.

In his excitement Restrictor began to grab at Weiss’ tattered clothes and tugged them off the rest of the way. The rough threads popped as he ripped them from his body. His legs, being the only appendages that weren’t enchained were lifted and his boots were torn off.

Weiss found the mind to kick at him. Restrictor only took that moment to catch his legs and drag his rear closer to him. He rubbed his straining arousal against him, grinning at the almost dumbstruck look on Weiss’ face. He let go of one of his legs and pawed at his young body. His fingers darted back up only to wrap around his manhood.

Weiss remained shocked for only a moment before he decided to bring his leg up and crack his foot against Restrictor’s head.

He seemed relatively unaffected by the blow though. “You’re making me mad little kitten.”

Restrictor squeezed his manhood in his fingers until Weiss thought he might simply crush it. “STOP!” His voice came out higher than he might have wanted and Restrictor laughed at him.

“You’re rather well endowed.” Restrictor noticed. “Maybe that’s why you’re so full of yourself.” He reached to his left and pulled one of his blades out of its sheath. “You said Hojo would castrate me. Hmm, maybe I should do the same to you then?”

Weiss’ body shuddered in horror. Restrictor flipped his blade around in a fancy trick that looked somewhat dangerous considering how close they were… and what he was holding with his other hand. “Get ready.” He said gleefully.

Weiss backed away from him in a panic but not soon enough as he brought his twisted weapon down. Weiss closed his eyes and cried out in anticipation of the strike, his fingers clutching the chains closest to his wrists. At Restrictor’s sudden burst of laughter he looked up at him and then down.

The warped metal was buried into the stonework of his throne and right next to his manhood. He almost passed out in relief.

“The look on your face…” Restrictor calmed himself enough to pull his weapon out of the chair and back into its sheath. “No more kicking and scratching my dear… or it might happen for real next time.” His voice was still amused. “Now where was I?” His rough hands rubbed down his chest and stomach and Weiss jumped.

Weiss’ body felt like it was on fire! His breathing was coming in short heated gasps now. Did he have a fever again? It couldn’t be because of what Restrictor was doing could it? Despite himself he became aroused. No! He couldn’t feel this for him! He didn’t feel this way for anyone else but-!

Restrictor seemed amused. “Feeling it yet?” He rubbed his hand roughly across his face, Weiss gasped and twitched his head away from him. “You are, aren’t you?”

Then suddenly he remembered what he gave him earlier. He had been so petrified he hadn’t given it a second thought. “What the hell did you give me?!”

“Nothing much… just an aphrodisiac.”

He wished he would just given him something to make him unconscious. This was far worse. He whimpered, feeling Restrictor working his length until it stood erect. They weren’t kind, his hands. He had to clench his teeth some moments to keep from crying out.

Restrictor looked down at him, thinking of how he would take him… and he believed face to face would be best. While raping him like a dog might be somewhat amusing he believed etching his face into this little brat’s consciousness would be the most fun. Maybe he could have both.

Weiss reached up to push him away but only managed to grab a hold of his arm when his orgasm hit suddenly. It was a horrible feeling.

Restrictor seemed pleased by his mistake. “Open your legs.”

“Fuck you!” Weiss jerked his hand away from the repulsive man. He was shaking with fury, fear and most of all disgust.

“All in due time Weiss.” Restrictor shivered, he was hoping he would say that. “Constrict.” He purred and Weiss’ chains jerked him up, his arms over his head and the collar pulled around his neck, choking him. It was easy to grab onto his legs as Weiss almost wrapped them around him in an effort to get the pressure off of his neck so he could breath.

An idea sparked in his mind then. “Say my name. Tell me: “Please Restrictor… fuck me” and I’ll be gentle… I’ll make you feel good.” His tongue traced along the indentation of his ribcage.

His body jumped in response to him. He looked away sharply, hoping by doing so he wouldn’t feel whatever it was he was feeling right now. Not looking at him made it worse though, because he could imagine someone else doing it to him then. Whatever he gave him was messing with his head as well.

“You like it… don’t you? Beg me to fuck you and I’ll nice to you. Come on Weiss… beg me…” But he wasn’t going to let up so he changed plans. He squeezed his rump before he pushed his finger into his ass. Weiss’ eyes shot open and he gasped. “You want that little brat like this? You want him to pin you up against the wall and fuck your brains out don’t you?”

His lips latched around his nipple and sucked roughly until Weiss whimpered in pain. He bit down savagely then, drawing blood from him and he screamed. “I could see it everyday… how you looked at him. I watched you sitting here with those chains around your throat and hands while you fucked yourself and called out his name.”

“Shut up!” Weiss kicked his feet out at him, choking be damned.

“I think not.” Restrictor watched with amusement as Weiss’ toes just lightly touched the bottom of his chair. “Regretting that decision I’m guessing?” He began fingering his ass again before he bit down on the skin of his hip, breaking the skin there too. “You had your chance to have a nice little fuck… now I’m giving you only one other choice.” He waited again until he thought Weiss might pass out before he relieved the pressure on his neck. He drew his legs around him.

“Why don’t you just go fuck yourself?” Weiss made a display of bravado he himself didn’t think he was capable of given the situation.

“Hmph, nothing I didn’t expect from you… but maybe once you realize what I’m going to offer you’ll be a little more willing?” When he didn’t take the bait he grinned. “Or maybe, I’ll even let you go?”

He seriously doubted that. “What are you talking about?”

“When is little Nero going to come back?” Restrictor smiled at Weiss’ darkening look. “Of course, he can always run away if I tried to attack him… but I wonder?” He let his voice trail off. “I wonder what he would do if I told him that if he let me fuck him… if he begged me to take him… that I would let you go.”

Weiss glared at him and Restrictor grinned. “Of course, I think we all know what he’ll choose. I’ll fuck him right in front of you while you’re chained to your throne.” He chuckled, “Maybe I’ll be generous and we can share him. I’ll let him suck you off while I’m pounding into that little ass of his.”

Weiss grit his teeth at him, knowing full well that he would make good on his promise given the opportunity. “You bastard!”

“Or…” Restrictor licked up the side of his neck. “You can beg me to fuck you and you’ll just open your legs to me, and I’ll tear into your pretty little ass however I like. You get to smile and tell me how good it feels… and if you act out even once I’ll make sure your little brother pays for your insolence.”

Weiss said nothing, not even sure of what would come out of his mouth if he opened it.

“Do we have a deal? Or do I leave you relatively unharmed while I fuck your littler brother?”

Weiss couldn’t even look at him. “Deal.” He was sure this bastard knew every single way imaginable to humiliate him… but he wasn’t going to let him have Nero. He already knew too well that the boy would volunteer himself in Weiss’ place without a moment’s hesitation. “Take me down.”

“Please take me down…?”

“Please take me down Restrictor.”

“Restrictor-sama.” Restrictor purred. “Say it all.”

“Please, take me down Restrictor-sama.” Weiss ground his teeth together.

“That’s better.” With a flick of his wrist the chains loosened and Weiss fell at Restrictor’s feet. “Ready?”

Weiss didn’t bother raising his chin. He knew that Restrictor would just slap him if he did. Instead he looked up with his eyes. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Yes Restrictor-sama.”

“You’re so smart my beautiful pet.” Restrictor cooed, brushing his hands through his soft white hair before grabbing it again and twisting it painfully. “Where should I fuck you now?” He looked at the chair Weiss usually sat in wistfully. “Maybe I should have a seat and let you jump up and down on my pole, mmm? Does that sound good Weiss?” He asked him.

He was absolutely vulgar when he was like this. Weiss took a moment to answer him, wondering if he was being lead into a trap. It didn’t really matter though. “Yes Restrictor-sama.”

“Of course it sounds good to you… then I won’t be able to fuck you as hard as I like.” Restrictor’s laugh bit into him. “No, I think I’ll take you on the floor… where all little dirty whores belong.” Restrictor looked at a distance past Weiss’ throne, past the mako and the railing. Where Nero would be sure to see him first thing… “I think over there will do nicely.”

Weiss stood on shaky legs that were having a hard time supporting his weight. He felt his legs being kicked out from under him almost the moment he righted himself.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to stand my little pet.” Restrictor admonished. “I think I want you to crawl all the way.”

There was no way he was going to do that! Weiss growled at him.

Restrictor made a tsking sound. “What a shame… I guess little Nero will have to do it instead.”

He couldn’t believe he was about to do this! He put one hand in front of the other and crawled, naked across the floor of his throne room.

Restrictor felt positively giddy as he walked alongside Weiss. It sadly came to an end when they reached their destination a little sooner than he liked. Oh well, there were other ways of having fun with him.

“Get on your knees and spread your legs.” Weiss did as he asked. “Good… now touch yourself.” Weiss gave him a look. “Do it.” He growled. Weiss wrapped his fingers around his arousal, hissing from the effect the drugs had on him. “Now close your eyes.” He did. “I want you to think of something now. I want you to think of Nero.” Weiss looked at him angrily then. “You’ll do it anyway so don’t be giving me those looks you dirty little pet. Now close your fucking eyes.” Weiss closed them again and continued to stroke himself. “I want you to think of him now… and all the things you can’t have.” He snickered, knowing very well that Nero gave Weiss the same looks… but Weiss didn’t have to know that.

“He’s a bit of a whore your little brother. He’ll fuck anything that moves I’ve been told.” He wasn’t really that sexually active but he was quite promiscuous, and he knew that knowledge just killed Weiss inside. Only he knew that runt was trying to forget about his brother.

“You’ve got to think though… with as many people as he’s fucked… why would he be interested in you? You’ve really got nothing. You know that Weiss?” He sighed, crouching down next to him. “You’re strong, I’ll give you that. But I could drop you in a second if I wished. Who are you going to protect him from? The ants that he could easily squash now? I think not. You wouldn’t be all that great in the sack… I bet you’ve never kissed anyone in your life. Let’s not forget that he’s your brother…” Restrictor sighed gleefully at Weiss’ expression. “How would he feel if he knew that? How disgusting… he might even just fly away…”

“He wouldn’t do that!” Weiss snapped at him, tired of his painful ranting.

“Oh yes he would you little bitch.” Restrictor slapped his head to the side. “And don’t you talk back to me again.” He was getting more incensed by the moment. And here he was… trying to be nice! “You know I think I’m getting bored with Restrictor-sama. I think I’d like to hear “Master” instead. Why don’t you say that? It might make it up to me for your little outburst.”

Weiss’ eyes hardened. “Yes… Master.”

“I forgive you… but you don’t get to please yourself anymore. I think I’d like it if you sucked me off. Wouldn’t that be much more fun?”

“Yes master.” He almost couldn’t hide his look of distaste as Restrictor released himself from his clothes.

“Then get over here.” Weiss tried to stand again. “On your knees.” Weiss glared down at the stonework below his shins and shuffled along near him.

“Open your mouth.” Weiss growled, flexing his jaw. Restrictor took note of this and grabbed his chin. “If you bite… you know what will happen.” He wasn’t about to take any chances though. “Halt!” And Weiss’ body seized again.

Restrictor grabbed the back of his head and shoved his dick into the back of his throat. Weiss gagged and struggled against him but he held him fast. “You better get it nice and wet… I’m going to be fucking you with it in a minute.”

Only when he thought he would throw up did he release him. He sagged to the floor choking and sputtering. Restrictor had him by the hair in an instant and dragged him to his knees before he pushed him face down on the floor. He took note that Weiss wasn't exactly taking this in stride as he tried to get up several times against his weight.

It was easy to pry his legs open. He pushed his head all the way to the floor. “Get ready.” He mimicked his line from earlier as he pushed his cock to his entrance. Weiss whimpered pitifully, trying to get away. Yes, keep doing that… it only makes it better. This was it. Without further ado he grabbed his little Emperor’s hips and brought his forward in a savage thrust.

“Ugh!” Weiss’ eyes went wide.

Restrictor shivered “How does it feel Weiss?” He shoved himself into him roughly and the young man underneath him yelped. “This is what you wanted from that little brat right?”

He was tearing him apart without mercy. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening, even right now. He couldn’t stand this! He couldn’t! “Stop!” Weiss tried once again to struggle against him, Restrictor only laughed at the pathetic effort. “Stop! STOP!”

“Hault.” Restrictor laughed at the sight of his little plaything freezing underneath him. “Not that I needed to… but it is so fun to watch you stiffen up like that.” But he was only making Weiss mad. He needed to make him feel degusting instead. “How will little Nero feel when he knows you came for me?” Weiss let out a stifled sob. There we go. “You really must be a virgin with as tight as you are. So is this your first time?” Weiss didn’t say anything again, trying hard just to contain himself. Restrictor just smiled then and pulled the two of them in a sitting position, Weiss still stiff as a board. He jerked Weiss’ head around and brought his own face down.

Weiss’ eyes went wide and his captor chuckled. He was kissing him! Weiss tried to twist his head to the side, trying to find some damn dignity left in him. Not that, not that too.

But Restrictor was already grabbing his chin, forcing it back to face him. “You taste so sweet Weiss.” He purred before placing his lips on his again. He twisted his head painfully to the side before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Weiss’ first thought was to bite him but Restrictor already had that covered when he sucked his tongue into his mouth and bit Weiss instead. Weiss twisted in his grasp again to no avail. “Already tried that boy.” Restrictor taunted.

He could taste his own blood in his mouth. The pain of being held in his vice like grip and the inability to do anything about it… He couldn’t take this. He could deal with being beaten, he could deal with his bones being broken and his skin being torn. This, this was just… He felt invaded. The pain was too much and the tears wouldn’t stop falling and his chest finally started shaking. Stop it! Stop it! But he couldn’t, he just wanted it to end. His capture seemed to relish in his tears.

Restrictor hooked his arms under his knees and jerked him up and down off of his dick and Weiss screamed each and every time. Weiss wasn’t looking at him, he was looking to the side trying to figure out a way to escape into his own mind. He didn’t mind that when it happened before… but not with this one.

Weiss knew he was up to something when he let go of one of his legs again. He felt that familiar yank on his hair as his head was being dragged back to look at Restrictor.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Those cold green eyes bore into him with such malice he shuddered. He already knew that he hated him, but it shocked him just how much. He knew that Restrictor wasn’t doing this because he wanted his body in some strange demented way… but because he absolutely despised him. Somehow the situation was made worse because of that.

Weiss closed his eyes and tried to look away again.

“Look at me.” He growled, grabbing flesh and wrenching it until Weiss gasped and returned his gaze for a few moments. Even then Weiss hesitated and he repeated the process until his little white haired plaything did as he said.

It was nothing short of awful having to look at him. He was just getting crueler by the moment. He thought that maybe if he just looked at him he might slow down but every time he did he just pounded into him even more roughly than before. His strength was spent and his muscles could do nothing more but than to shake pitifully when he begged their use. Even the muscles in his neck grew tired of holding his head up. Maybe he would pass out now… he could only hope.

“Look at me!” Restrictor repeated, not even allowing him to retreat into his own thoughts. As a last act of defiance Weiss turned his head away. “You pathetic little bitch.” He was getting angry with him. “When I say look at me, I mean look at me.” He grabbed his hair again wrenched his head over to face him. He thought he would change tactics. “You? The Emperor? What a joke! You’re nothing but a pathetic coward who can’t even look his enemy in the eye.” Weiss wasn’t going to fall for that though, and he didn’t. “I can’t wait for little Nero to find you all used up on the floor. Can’t you?”

“Nero…” Weiss muttered, trying to find an ounce of comfort, but finding none. He both did and didn’t want Nero to find him at the same time.

Weiss was starting to crack even further. He went in for the kill and grabbed his face, his eyes opening and focusing in on him. “He’ll never have you after this. You’ll be used… and a dirty reminder.” Weiss closed his eyes again, tears starting to fall down his cheeks again. He shivered, nearly coming into the young boy then… but it still wasn’t enough yet.

“And you won’t tell him will you? Not even a thing. Or will you? Will you remind him of all the things he tried to forget?”

No. No he wouldn’t. He couldn’t say anything to him about this. He couldn’t be the one to make him sad again. He didn’t want to remind him with his physical presence of what happened to him before. Even as this happened to him, he only thought of his brother.

“And you’ll be mine. Won’t it be fun to play like this everyday?” He released one of his face and grabbed Weiss’ flaccid length then, taking some time but bringing it to a point finally. “You like this don’t you boy?”

"NO!" He bellowed with strength he couldn't afford. He tried to bring his elbow around and do anything at all, but as always Restrictor intercepted him.

"I think you're lying." He cooed into his ear, causing Weiss to flinch away. "I think you want this. Tell me… tell me!" His voice rose in pitch.

“I-I want this.” Weiss’ voice broke.

“Does it feel good Weiss?”

No. “Yes Master…”

“What?”

No! “Yes Master!”

“Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

NO! “YES!”

“Yes what?”

Please stop! “Yes! I want you to fuck me harder Master!” He just got it over with.

Restrictor claimed his mouth again, his eyes never leaving his until Weiss closed his. This would teach him to ever look him in the eye again... as if he thought himself an equal. He felt himself draw near to the edge, but not yet. He was going to have this little bitch cum with him.

Restrictor hoped he wouldn't be able to look himself in the mirror after this. Hoped Weiss would be sickened by his own reflection. He pumped his arousal as he abused his tight center. Oh yes, he felt the boy stiffening up. He was trying to fight it and failing miserably because of the drugs that made his body delight in his horrible treatment of it.

Weiss moaned into his capture's mouth, utterly disgusted with himself and the groans that were answered back... along with a stinging release inside his torn body. He just wished Restrictor would've killed him already.

“You’re welcome.” Restrictor said with a laugh, flicking Weiss’ own cum back onto his face and hair. "I think I've let you off a little too easy. You've been so naughty. Don't you think?"

Weiss didn't answer. He didn't want to know what he wanted to do to him now.

"I said “Don't you think?”" Restrictor purred, "I think there's still some time left for you to answer... who knows when Nero will be back?"

"Yes master."

Restrictor loved how the light went out of his eyes... he wasn't sure when it might have happened but they were there now. Deadened. How beautiful he was when he was broken. He stood up then, shoving Weiss onto the floor on his back. Restrictor zipped himself up and circled Weiss a few times before he sent a savage kick into his side.

The young man cried out when he felt his ribs popping under the pressure. He was dragged to his feet by his hair, his legs dangling uselessly underneath him. He lost vision in his left eye as Restrictor brought his fist forward. Weiss wasn't sure when the beating ended, but he knew that at the end he had a larger collection of bruises than he ever thought possible.

He held still, but not of his own free will, feeling it almost too much to hope that he would leave him finally. Restrictor made a few movements like he might want to strike him again. Weiss flinched every time he made a move toward him. He seemed to delight in it. The last thing he did was flip him onto his back and lean over him. He never released his hair even once, keeping his head lifted from the floor.

"I think you need a trim. Your hair has gotten a little long." He pulled out one of his short blades and made quick work of it. His knife sliced cleanly through his wild tresses. Weiss' head drop then, hitting hard into the ground. Restrictor gave a look at him, he was awake. He dropped his hair to the side where Weiss could look at it. He didn't seem to see anything that was going on though. “Sweet dreams, little Emperor.” He didn't respond... he just gazed out into space.

Weiss listened to his retreating footsteps, how he went around the room getting his personal effects before leaving him there. Only when he heard the door snap into place did he close his eyes. He blinked them open again. Never had he hated his own body so much in his life. He couldn't even roll over onto his back to relieve the pressure on his ribs. What would he give to be able to lift himself and go somewhere to heal and no one would see him like this... then he could pretend it never happened at all. Nero would never have to know how pathetic he was...

He wept bitterly then, he hated himself. He wanted to give Nero this... he wanted him to be the only one.

But like Nero said, after it was gone... it didn't matter. There was nothing wonderful about this... there would never be anything wonderful for him. Nero wouldn't have him... he wouldn't. He knew. God he knew! He had nothing! Nothing! All he could give him would be a nightmare memory.

It would probably be best to just to forget about such things anyway. He needed to be strong and bury this before Nero found him. He couldn’t see him this way. Maybe if he acted normal…

He was sure he could manage it. Once Hojo found out… and he would whether he wanted him to or not he probably wouldn’t allow Restrictor to look over him anymore. Maybe he would find someone else. That gave him some small measure of comfort.

Weiss heard the door open again and he froze. He managed to stop crying and quieted himself. Maybe Restrictor just forgot something. If he thought he was sleeping maybe he would leave him alone.

But those footsteps were determined. They walked up to him a few feet away and stopped as if to taunt him. Then they rushed to him and he almost couldn't keep his body from reacting. There were those cruel hands again, they pushed him onto his back and grabbed at his face and ripped at his tender scalp. He flinched away from them. “Weiss?” But the voice wasn’t cruel, it was soft and tender. “Don’t worry, I have you.”

His right eye cracked open and saw a slender and beautiful face. The mako in the background gave off its blue and green light while little smoldering flecks filtered up and burned out. It cast his body in shadows, but he knew who he was. He would know him anywhere. He looked like an angel to him right now. His eyes caught on his narrow shoulders, they were shaking ever so slightly. He was crying. “Nero?”

“Oh, thank God you are alive!” Nero gushed, dragging his arm across his face swiftly. “I guess that will teach me to check for a pulse first?” He tried to joke but just started to sniffle again anyway.

Weiss tried to laugh, he really did. He didn't want him to see him like this... but he was so relieved. He wanted to cover his face, but he couldn't bring his arm up to do it.

Nero was there though, holding him, tucking his head under his chin. "It will be alright. I’ll take care of you.” He said bravely, brushing his fingers through his hair and stopping when Weiss whimpered. Nero noticed quickly that it wasn't as long as it usually was. He was slightly alarmed until he saw his discarded locks in a pile next to him. He didn't say anything about it though. Weiss' breathing evened almost instantly and he went limp in his arms. He must have passed out.

Nero's shoulders began to shake against. His poor body... his poor face. He would touch it now out of tenderness if he didn't believe it would have startled him awake again. He needed to get him to the infirmary now. He just didn't know how he was going to get him there without hurting him even more... and without being seen.

He looked at his ruined clothes. They would be no help. Then he saw the folded blanket to the side of his brother's throne. He must have been getting ready to leave... which only made this worse. His darkness reached out, pulling his brother's garments and weapons into him.

Nero then went to his brother’s throne and reached down and grabbed the blanket from the floor and came back to his sibling. He tucked it around Weiss and lifted him, having to employ not only his real arms, but his mechanical ones as well. He was incredibly heavy! He stumbled a few times under his weight. He wanted to utilize his abilities but he knew that in doing so it might hurt Weiss even more. He wasn't feeling well as it was and in this state he might really be able to kill him.

He had a good idea of who did this to him, because only a few people could enter into Weiss' chambers. "Oh Weiss..." He needed to be strong now. He needed to get him through this... he was sure that he could.

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Author’s Notes

Well, I stayed up until 1 AM finishing this chapter up. This will be the last time I ever write something like this. Damn. I never felt so bad in my life! I mean, it was kinda neat writing something like this… but also friggin’ weird.

I started feeling sick at some parts and I had to stop quite a few times. I think I had a few bouts of empathy going on…. But it’s done. Thank goodness.

I’m not sure if Restrictor-sama would have been so vulgar when he talked. He didn’t seem like it during the multi-player chapters… but… meh… since when have I ever went with types anyway?

There will be one more chapter before I finish this one up.