Raising a Blackbird

Raising a Blackbird
Like Weiss on Rice

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and all of its characters are © Square Enix and whoever else owns them if any.

Summary: Weiss raises Nero to be his little Blackbird. One-shot and M/F (A gender switch again. This is my last one – I swear).

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She was always a quiet fixture in his life, his little sister. She was always tiny and frail looking. Her legs were so spindly and delicate even as a small child that he felt the overwhelming need to protect her.

Weiss never had to worry about her though. While he was an utter hellion, she was soft and demure. She even found some small favor with Restrictor for always being on her best behavior. How strange, that he, the Emperor should be held in less esteem than his waif of a sister. While he thought on it often, it never bothered him. At least he had someone else to look after her.

“Nii-san,” She would say, that was her name for him. She always called him brother, and spoke it as a title of great reverence. They were holding hands today, so she wouldn’t get lost among the sea of soldiers. Something might have caught her eye.
“Nero?” A boy’s name, but fitting.

Nero placed her arm up to his and said quite innocently. “The same.” He looked at their skin. It was indeed the same snowy white color.

“Yes, the same.” And that pleased her to no end.

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Weiss groaned, his door opened like clockwork every single night. A small shadow was in the doorway every time around midnight, it slipped softly up to his bed and a familiar hand tapped his shoulder. He was going to guess this time, “Couldn’t sleep?” He didn’t have to look at her to see her nod, he just lifted the covers and she hopped into bed with him. She had done this every day since he had taken charge of her at the age of seven. Granted, it did get annoying waiting for her to drop off some nights so he could masturbate or do any of the usual ‘growing man’ sort of things that he did. Not to mention he couldn’t have a girl over.

It was okay though. She took the edge off of the loneliness he felt as she rested her small dark head against his shoulder and sighed.

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Nero’s clothes were looking a little undone today, sloppy. He always made sure that she was well groomed… well… as about well groomed as he was. He wasn’t about to let her go around looking like a train wreck when he tried to make sure he looked nice himself. “Did you try to get out of your clothes?” He asked, straitening the neckline of her outfit, it seemed a little tighter than before, biting into her skin. She shook her head. “What did you get into while I was gone?” But she said nothing. He was used to her silence because she was very quiet and reserved. But there wasn’t anyone around today and she usually opened up once they were alone. She wasn’t saying anything right now and that made him worry. Everything was always new and exiting to her but there were no awkward sentences about her day. “It had to be something. Did you get into a fight?” She shook her head. “Just tell me.”

“He said he would hurt you if I did.”

The thought of anyone threatening him was a joke… unless it was Hojo or Restrictor anyway. “Did Hojo want to run some tests or something?” He asked, she responded negatively. “Did Restrictor beat you for doing anything?” Again, no. This was getting frustrating. She wasn’t being very forthcoming in her answers. He had to use his trump card, the one that always worked but he hated using it. “I you don’t tell me, I’ll find out and then I’ll get mad at you for not telling me.”

Nero never looked so conflicted in her life. She started shaking for a moment and began bawling with her grubby little hands rubbing her cheeks. “Don’t be mad at me!”

“Then tell me what happened.” He said firmly.

“I don’t want to say!” She kept repeating over and over. “Don’t make me say it.”

Weiss was very worried now, for her to have such a strong reaction. It couldn’t be a fight, she usually won those and even if she didn’t she would tell him anyway. He was only sixteen years old. He didn’t know what to think. “Can you tell me who it is?” She shook her head. He wasn’t going to find out anything today.

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Weiss realized who it was in an instant. The worst part was he wasn’t even a solider but one of the scientists.

Nero held onto him a little tighter, hid behind his leg a little farther. “I don’t want to go!” She said in the same hysterical voice she used just a few days previous.

The man in question just glared at her, Weiss watched for his reaction the whole time. It wasn’t in his favor. She quieted almost instantly when she caught the man’s eyes and only let silent tears run down her face.

“Did she come in here for an examination the other day?” Weiss asked, his voice a deathly warning. “Did you hurt her?”

The man only went along with this, maybe she told him something. “I had to give her a shot, she doesn’t like them.” He turned around for only a moment but when he turned back around Weiss was right up on him. It seemed almost insane to be beaten up by a sixteen year old boy when you were a full grown man.

“What did you do?” Weiss demanded in the loudest voice he could muster. Nero had run under the table, crying and shielding her eyes. “I said what did you do?” He kicked him savagely into a wall. “You don’t even have to say… I saw your hand prints all over her!”

He had grabbed her that hard? He couldn’t remember. Weiss never let him answer, never let him go. He died down there, in that stinking pit called Deepground.

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Nero hadn’t been jumping into his bed for months after she turned eleven. He had ‘cut her off’ so to speak. He told her she was growing up and needed to sleep in her own room. She did so reluctantly, but whatever he asked she tried to do to the best of her ability.

So tonight, as a four month celebration, he brought a girl to bed with him. Oh God was it nice to finally-

“I had a nightmare.” Nero burst through the door, flicking on the lamp. When she looked up and her eyes adjusted to the light. She could only stare at the sight before her, her big brother, straddling some woman she had never met before. “Nii-san?”

He was embarrassed to say the least. “Get out.” And so she did.

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Nero was the one that usually sat next to him, or on him or on his armrest. Today she climbed up the giant beast-line carving that surrounded his throne. He waited patiently for her to come down and talk with him, but after an hour of waiting she still hadn’t so much as budged, so he went to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you hate me?” She asked, confident that he couldn’t see her from his current location. So of course he had to jump up and look at her. She huddled a little tighter together, hugging her knees more and letting her face rest against them.

“I don’t hate you…” Before he could go on she interrupted him.

“Are you mad at me?”

He sighed, “No, I am not mad at you. You just startled me.” He looked away from her then, “You should knock.”

“Sorry.” She covered her face.

“It’s okay… alright?” He pulled her into a hug. “So don’t be sad anymore… okay?” When she didn’t respond he repeated his question. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

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He found her when she was twelve, crying in the bathroom. He knocked on the door a few times when he heard her sobbing. She didn’t answer him when he called. “I’m going to break down the door.” He warned before his foot connected with the wooden structure. He didn’t hit too hard, the room wasn’t all that big and he might have felt bad if the huge pile of splinters and wood fell on her. Weiss pushed it out of the way, and she was in the bathtub, huddled. “What’s wrong?” His bare foot stepped into something sticky. When he looked he realized it was a small amount of blood.

When Weiss looked at the bathtub there was more, little droplets until he looked in and found that a puddle had formed underneath her. “Are you hurt?” She protested, but he lifted her up anyway. There was blood between her legs and that only sent her into another bout of tears. Weiss wasn’t sure what to think, he didn’t want to think the worst… but he had to ask. “Did someone… touch you again?” She shook her head, ‘no’ but he had to make sure. “They didn’t threaten you did they? I can kill them if you like.” She again shook her head. So that just meant she was bleeding naturally. “Let’s get you cleaned up then. I can get you something.” God this would be embarrassing, but he would do it for his little sister without making too much of a fuss. She was already self conscious enough as things were.

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“I look like a boy.” Nero complained, looking in the mirror.

“I don’t think so.” Weiss scrutinized her reflection.

“My breasts are small.” Nero turned to the side. “At least I’m a B-cup now.”

Weiss thought he would tease her. “More than a handful is a waste.”

Nero just looked back at him for a moment, her expression indiscernible since the mask covered most of her face. Her chest started shaking slightly before he heard a good hearted laugh come forth. “If you say so.” She finally admitted.

Weiss smiled, he liked her laugh. She didn’t do it nearly enough.

“Rosso called me a washboard.”

“And you actually listen to her?” Weiss trusted that bitch as far as he could throw her… well… that wasn’t a good analogy at all. He could punt that wench from one side of Deepground to the other.

“Well, she is a woman.”

“So that means you have to listen?”

“I guess not.”

“You should just listen to me… I know what men like.”

“Then tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“What men like… I want to know.” She wanted to know what he liked most of all. Not that she had a chance with him, but at least maybe she could be by his side if she pleased him in a sisterly capacity.

How in the planet did you tell your sister what you liked in a woman? ‘I don’t know sister dear, perhaps someone exactly like you minus the head piece and clothes.’ The wings could stay sometimes, that might be kinky. “Don’t ask me something like that.”

“But you said I needed to listen to you.” Nero complained. He was being so difficult.

“You’re perfect just the way you are.” Weiss finally figured out what to say.

“You’re just saying that.” Nero huffed. “You always say it.”

“Well, I always mean it. Now stop sulking about having small tits, you have other things to worry about.”

“Like what?”

“Like practicing with me.” To prove he was serious, Weiss picked up the swords near his chair. “Now come along… we don’t need you getting rusty.”

“Like that’ll happen… slave driver.” She teased.

“I heard that.”

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Nero had wings, that was a strange thing to have down here. It was as if she were a fallen angel or an innocent blackbird that accidentally fell down into a snake’s nest one day. He always loved to watch her fly, but it was so unsatisfying when she had to curb her movements or crashed into the ceiling.

He wished he could cut a hole into the earth for her, and let her escape… but as any foolish animal might… she only focused on him and would not leave.

She landed down near him, only noticing him now and she blushed a little, embarrassed to have him see her.

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“I can’t sleep in my room tonight.” Nero popped into the room, the light shining in from the hall way.

“Why not?” Weiss rolled onto one side of the bed so she could join him. He felt her slip in beside him.

“There is a spider in the corner.”

“Kill it then.” But he wasn’t exactly pushing her out the door.

“I don’t want to… it’s scary.”

“You’re lying.” He said flatly.

“Alright, fine… I just can’t sleep tonight.”

“There… was it so hard?” Weiss muttered. “You’re such a child.”

“I’m not a child.” She said sullenly.

He felt her move closer to him and his heart started beating a little faster.

“I’m just tired of sleeping alone.” Nero said softly.

That made the two of them. “You could stay in here if you like.”

She was overjoyed at his proposal but didn’t want to overstep her bounds. “I would like that. If you have someone over just tell me and I can go back to my room.”

But he didn’t want to bring anyone else into his room if she could be there instead. He had to answer differently though, so she wouldn’t know. “I will.”

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Nero was firing at him as she did nearly everyday. She was deathly accurate but he deflected her each and every single time. They were having a normal conversation as always between practices. It was so real that it took him a while to realize he was dreaming. It was one of those dreams where he could control the outcome… oh what joy that Nero would be in this one.

Nero was naked now, even though he couldn’t really see her. She was a haze but he could at least feel her. She was soft and she smelled as sweet as always. The only part of her he could see clearly was her face; he knew what her face looked like. He kissed her lips, but he felt like he might have kissed her eyelid instead. He kissed her neck, but then he felt her lips then. This dream was strange…

He didn’t realize until he woke up that he was actually kissing her. Her eyes fluttered open like some fairy tale he read to her once, but she never knew what he had done.

“Go back to sleep.” He said and she did.

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There she was again, sitting on his arm rest with her back bent in a strait angle. Her wings had been discarded for the moment to his left side. She had complained that her back was hurting, so she simply removed them since there was nothing pressing happening at the moment.

Nero only stared blankly ahead, more than likely thinking about something. She wasn’t one for just idle vegetating. She sighed then, putting an arm behind her back and resting on it. She didn’t know how sensual that looked right now. Her strait jacket had been removed, as well as the head trappings she usually wore; they were all right next to her wings. He supposed that maybe she was relaxing because she was in his presence and only in his presence. There was nothing to do today, Hojo had sent him down here and she followed to keep him company.
He couldn’t help but look at the blue lines on her uniform, despite everyone else having something similar running through their suits, it still gave off a pretty glow that he just never got tired of. If they hadn’t been there he might not have noticed the soft curve of her hips or the jutting of her small breasts. All slight curves that drove him wild.

He turned his head away from her then, stealing himself to not have those kinds of thoughts about his own sister. But he hadn’t had a woman in over a year. He had been so busy he simply didn’t have the time. It was either he had a sex life or he wouldn’t get to spend time with his little sister at all… and she needed him. She said so herself.

Weiss, while he could have ignored her plea, could deny her nothing. She was his little sister, so small and frail looking. She could defend herself sure enough, but he always worried anyway. He always worried since that day so long ago. It wasn’t a constant anxiety, no, just when she would suddenly turn up missing and he had no idea where she had been.

Nero sighed and stretched her back at an angle. Weiss couldn’t help but look again. He could imagine being in front of her right now and how it erotic the scene might have been. She ran a hand through her hair then, pulling it forward and her scent wafted over to him. Rain, the smell of calm, but it didn’t calm him in the slightest.

Weiss could imagine burying his nose in her hair and pulling down that singular zipper in the back that would expose her whole body to him. Then he could just lay her down on the floor… pin her against a wall or do whatever he wished with her. His breathing was becoming ragged.

Nero turned to him then, completely unaware of his dilemma. He tried to keep a calm face, and he did. She didn’t know. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“What?” Weiss blinked. Had he heard that right?

“I said, ‘would you like a cookie?’” Nero looked at him oddly when he blushed. She had never seen him do that before, he had never been the bashful type. That was her, always shy and uncertain. “I won them off of one of the scientists.”

“How did you do that?”

“He threw some coins in the air and bet I couldn’t shoot them all before they fell.” Nero explained. “So I won the cookies and he got to take a souvenir home.”

Weiss didn’t like that, he felt somehow, even though they gave her something that she was being exploited. Not to mention he hated her spending time around the scientists after what had happened in her earlier years.

She ignored the face he was making at her right now. “I know how much you like sweet things.” Both of her hands were resting behind her back now as she looked at him.

Like the sweet little piece of ass right in front of him now? God he wanted to fuck her so badly.

“Are you going to take me?”

“What?” His brain wasn’t working today.

“Are you going to take them?” She shook her head, “Are you having trouble hearing today? I hope you’re not hiding anything from me.” He was very stoic even when he was ill; it was hard to tell sometimes.

He reached over the left hand side of his throne to retrieve the cookies she had won for them.

“They should be in my jacket.” She helped.

“I see them.” He informed, bringing them up to him. They were in a blue bag; over half of them had already been eaten. “Did you have any?”

“It wasn’t full when I got it.” And she left it at that. Nero watched as he cautiously placed one in his mouth. His strong jaw came down and there was a satisfying crunch to the cookie. He closed his eyes for a moment and she couldn’t help her smile that bubbled forth. He removed the wrapper and dug in without worry, he wasn’t going to get fat from one little snack attack.

“Do I have crumbs on my face?” He finally asked.

“Sorry, you just looked so happy I couldn’t help but look.” She turned away, obviously embarrassing him with the intensity of her gaze.

“I don’t mind.” He said, and she looked around again. One of his sword sheaths had decided to move out of place behind him and was jabbing painfully into one of his kidneys. He grumbled at the interruption and put the last cookie between his teeth before placing the bag to the side. He leaned to his right, getting a hold of the offending object and righting it. He decided while he was at it he would just remove it all together. Nero had taken off her wings and placed her guns to the side, so maybe he should do the same. That was usually their show of trust.

Nero watched him move around. Weiss’s face was so close now… His brows were screwed up in concentration to get his prodding sword out of his back and off of him. That dark looking cookie in his mouth looked very tempting… she hadn’t had any of them. Her brain kicked in with so many naughty ideas, but maybe she could do this without getting caught before she managed it and possibly upsetting him. When she was sure he wasn’t paying attention to her she leaned forward and grabbed the other half of the cookie in her own teeth. For a moment their lips were touching, oh this was definitely worth it. Even if her nii-san got displeased at her for doing it at least she could savor the feel on her lips afterwards. When his intense blue eyes snapped to hers, she returned his gaze evenly, before crunching down on her half of the cookie.

Weiss just swallowed his half without another bite. He would wonder later how he even got it past his throat. She pushed her half of the cookie into her mouth with her fingers, it was crumbled up so badly she wouldn’t have been able to get it all in her mouth otherwise. Why was his throat feeling dry so suddenly? “That was mine.” He said before he could think of anything else.

Nero couldn’t help but tease. She covered her mouth before she said, “Well why don’t you come and get it then?” She hadn’t meant it really, even though she would simply die of happiness if he did. She knew he wouldn’t do such a thing. He had no desire for someone like her.

That was as good an invitation as any; if she got upset at him later he could just use this as an excuse. He grabbed the front of her uniform, bunching up what material was there and dragged her startled form into his lap.

Was he upset at her? She shook a little, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. His lips met hers for a moment, in a soft sort of way before he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back and to the side and let his tongue snake into her mouth. Oh… God… was this some sort of dream? The rough way in which he was grasping her hair said she wasn’t, she was awake. His tongue ran along her tongue, the back of her teeth and everywhere between. Oh, he could have the cookie… he could have it and everything else he wanted. Unconsciously her hips moved forward, finding his prodding erection made her heart skip. Did she excite him like this? She could only hope. Even if she was a replacement for someone else she didn’t care as long as he kissed her.

But his eyes only saw her. She wasn’t frightened of him at all; in fact she moved to straddle him rather than just laying across his lap. This was the best idea he had in years. When he had taken every crumb of sweetness from her mouth he had no excuse to continue, but did it anyway. He couldn’t help but tug her hips forward so that he might rub his aching manhood against her; he wasn’t disappointed when she moaned into his mouth and went pliant to his touch.

This was going to get out of hand rather quickly, but he wasn’t sure if he minded so much anymore… obviously she was willing. Releasing her mouth finally, his fingers found that zipper he wanted to pull earlier… and so he did. That woke her up from the haze.

“Nii-san.” She whimpered when he pulled the black fabric down over her chest, she covered herself almost immediately, halting him before he exposed her. She was embarrassed of him seeing her.

Weiss sighed; he wasn’t going to make her do this if she didn’t want it. He definitely didn’t want her to be afraid of him later if he continued without her permission. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to do this… I can stop now.”

But she didn’t want him to… she just didn’t want him to look at her and her ugly body. He was so beautiful and perfect and her body looked awful. Of all the pictures she had seen from the outside of women… of women that visited him… no one looked like her at all. Her skin was smattered with dark swirling lines. Oh how she hated them. She wished they would just go away, but they never did and they never would. “I don’t want you to stop.” She said finally.

“Then let me see you.” She allowed her arms to fall and he tugged the rest of the fabric downward. She started shaking and looking away as he scrutinized her.

She was even more beautiful than he imagined. Her breasts were a little fuller now that they were out of her restricting clothing. Those dark marks… they covered her and accentuated her curves even more than those blue lines on her outfit ever had. One line in particular ran over her breast and through where her nipple should be. They were all as black at pitch and he couldn’t quite tell if she was all there or not. He experimentally touched her body, and was satisfied when she felt very firm and solid. He ran his finger along that line until it passed over her nipple, it was there too, it was just dark. His hand wrapped just below her bottom and pulled her up so he could lap at that mysterious point on her.

“Ngm.” She whimpered. Her arms were pinned to her sides by her clothing, other wise her hands would be in his hair right now. The fact that he had found some favor in her left breast made her heart beat a little faster. Maybe he wasn’t completely disgusted with her.

He buried his face between her breasts, holding onto her tightly to him. She didn’t have to figure out what he was about for long, he was pulling her clothes down the rest of the way. His booted feet grabbed a hold of hers and tugged them off before pulling the black fabric over her ankles and onto the floor.

With her hands finally freed she wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed touching his soft unruly hair. He didn’t let her take pleasure in it for long as he pulled her up into a standing position her feet on either side of his legs. She looked at him, confused before he grinned and pulled her forward, kissing that junction between her thighs.

His large hand wrapped around the circumference of one of her legs and pulled it over his shoulder. He drew her close to his mouth and chuckled. “Hang on.” But there was nothing to grab onto and she whimpered when he ran his tongue along her edge… then darting inward and taking a long lick. She leaned into the wall of his chair, grasping blindly for anything. His tongue worried over that nub of flesh and she cried out. He brought his hand up, sucking on his finger until he was sure he wouldn’t hurt her, then continued lapping her as it found her opening and delved in. He was surprised to find that she was already so wet that his finger just slipped into her. She nearly screamed as she felt his finger glide into her. “You’re already so wet and ready for me.” He purred his satisfaction, before placing another finger within her. He shivered at the tight feel of her squeezing his fingers together. This was going to be so good.

“Nii-san… Weiss…” She sobbed, never dreaming this would ever happen. But now that it was, his callused fingers and soft tongue were driving her crazy. “Please… oh please I need you…”

“Cum for me then…” His fingers tangled in her and his tongue flicked out, devouring her. “Don’t fight it… just cum and I’ll fuck you and never stop.” That’s all he needed to say before her body crushed in around his fingers and her leg tightened around her back. When she was finished shuddering she was so wet her fluids were dripping down his arm. He had to hold her lest she crumple down to the floor. He was already toeing off his boots. When she regained control of herself she stood on her own two feet and kneeled down to untie the sash around his waist line while he removed his shoes. She unzipped his pants and he lifted his hips so she could pull it past his waist. Thank God he went commando today because he was going to tear into her right now.

But of course she had other plans. Her naked feet touched the floor next to his and she touched his length, as if getting a feel for it. “You’re… bigger than I expected.” She didn’t know how the planet he was going to fit into her.

That didn’t hurt his ego at all. “I’m a big man.”

“Yes you are.” Nero wrapped her fingers around him, his eyes closed for a moment while he savored the feeling. She looked up as Weiss enfolded his hand around hers and found a rhythm that he liked. She should pay attention to what he did, that way she could please him later.

“Mmm… Nero.” He looked down at her, naked and on her knees before him. How many days had he watched her grow up and become even more beautiful than the last? How many years had he wanted to simply invite her back to his bed, as if he never asked her to leave in the first place… just so he could pull her under him and lose himself within her? It didn’t take him long before he came into their hands. He sheepishly shook his hand a bit but she stuck her fingers into her mouth. That was almost enough to get him excited all over again.

He watched her lick her fingers, he must have been holding her hand quite roughly, because it was now red. But she didn’t seem to mind as her body moved closer to him, her small breasts brushing against his large legs. She kissed his flaccid length and he felt himself stir. He moved back a bit so she could place her knee up on his chair. He had others reasons he wanted her to move forward.

Her lips went around his head and her tongue darted forth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. No one had ever done this to him before. He took his time stroking her hair lazily as she coaxed his manhood back to life. His fingers went down then, to her back and then behind her. His fingers found her opening quickly and entered shallowly.

She grasped his hips then, taking more of him in and sucking him harder every time he went a little deeper within her. When his length was wet from her ministrations, and he felt her still dripping from earlier… he couldn’t help but grab the back of her leg and haul her into his lap.

When he finally had her hips within his hands she looked at him, half out of fear of the unknown and half out of unbridled love for him.

Weiss found her entrance quickly, rubbing his head playfully against it until she closed her eyes. She was so wet he could just let her drop onto him right now… it would satisfy him so much to see her head fall back and scream his name. But he wouldn’t do that just yet… he would get her ready first… then slam into her when she least expected it. He pushed his head through and she whimpered, her head pressed against his chest as she clutched to him as if she would spin madly out of control without him there. He pushed inch by inch until he got carried away and pulled her down a bit too suddenly. He gasped then, he wasn’t even in her all the way and yet her tightness threatened to undo him.

“Weiss!” His name was like a prayer on her lips and she threw her head back. At least he got his wish. “It hurts!” It burned, but my God it felt so good to finally feel complete.

“It won’t for long.” He promised, grabbing her hips and moving her on him. She was so small. He needed to be careful with her. Despite himself, his larger mouth came crashing down on hers for a frenzied kiss.

His tongue was so deep in her throat she thought for a moment she might suffocate. Every part of her felt so complete right now… Weiss was definitely stealing her breath in more says than one. She saw white dance in the corner of her vision, she was going to die if she didn’t breath soon, but that hardly mattered. When he worked his shaft completely within her she cried out into his mouth. He was so big he was going to tear her apart. She writhed atop him, her body unsure of what to do.

Feeling her so completely lost, he finally let the kiss end and she gasped for air. “Calm down.” He grasped her hips a bit more firmly to hold her into place. She only let out a whining noise that he found adorable. He lifted her up suddenly and her head fell back. Her body was so slippery and wet, and so tight it gripped on his shaft quite nicely when he brought her up. He let her fall onto him, bringing his hips up to grind into hers as he did. That only brought on another scream and a bought of her calling his name whiles her body spasmed.

“Weiss!” She cried out when he did it again. Everything felt so good… so good her brain felt like it might have exploded only a few moments ago. The exquisite pain she felt at him being buried within her was enough, his hip movements only pushing him in deeper drove her body mad with want.

“Who do you love?” Weiss purred, bringing her up again, poised and ready. He already knew she loved him, but he wanted to hear just how much.

“You!” She cried. “Only you Weiss.” He slammed into her. “Ah!”


He repeated the process, only taking a bit more time pulling her up on his length. “What would you like me to do to you?” He brought her down just as slowly and she whimpered.

So deep… so deep. It didn’t matter what he asked, she would scream and beg him for release, if only Weiss asked it. When she couldn’t quite formulate the words he slammed into her again and she screamed. “I want you to fuck me!”

He was startled by her choice of words, having never heard her say something so naughty before, but it did shoot pleasure through him to hear her say it. Her black tiny fingernails bit into his shoulders when he dropped her again and again. She wasn’t going to come like this, but it was quite fascinating watching her face as he impaled her on him.

He took her sobbing body and turned her around on him. Her long slender legs bunched up on either side of his and his throbbing member entered her yet again. “Hah!” She breathed, as if the air had been pushed out of her lungs.

Weiss let his nose nuzzle that little spot just below her ear. “Move.” He commanded and so she did. She was awkward at first, trying desperately replicate what he did to her. He had to help her a few times to find her rhythm but she finally did.

It was so good, now she was in control of that wonderful length inside her. His arms went around her, his fingers finding her center and she shook. “Calm down.” He had to warn again and she writhed. “Don’t fight me.” Her left breast disappeared underneath his large hand. She shivered as she watched him twirl his finger around the center, then flicking it gently into a point. She had to grab onto something for support, so she moved her arms above her head and around his neck.

Being so tall had its advantages. He could watch as her small body moved up and down on him, how her small breasts bounced ever so slightly as she did. He could even see his own hand envelope her breasts, their smallness allowing him to cover her completely. He also enjoyed how his right hand vanished under her, and how her arms disappeared from his field of vision as they clasped behind his neck.

She might hate the markings on her body, but oh how he loved them. The pretty patterns that played on her skin looked beautiful. He loved how one of her nipples was completely black and the other a rosy pink with a slight black swirl teasingly surrounded it as if wanting to take it but never quite getting there. Yes, her body had an exotic feel to it that he found irresistible.

Her head was resting on one of her pectorals, her eyes closed in concentration. A sweat broken out across his body, it took everything he had no to just grab her hips again and ram into her until she screamed his name. No… no… he had to calm himself for now. His hips moved ever so slightly into her wet heat. Then he felt it, her body tightened and her neck jerked to the side. His fingers never left her warmth as his hips lifted into hers as she brought herself down and writhed against him.

He couldn’t help the words that spilled forth. “Oh yes, cum for me little blackbird, you are so beautiful.” And she was, her eyes closed tightly as she moaned his name, her hands shaking and pulling at the back of his neck. Her lips were slightly parted and he couldn’t resist sealing it with his own. He grabbed her hips when he was sure she finished, his own release not far behind her own.

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She was heading back to her room that night, but he stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“I thought…” Nero looked into the darkness of her bedroom.

“Don’t be stupid.” He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her door closed. “You won’t be sleeping anywhere but with me.” His voice held so much promise that she shivered from it.

“O-okay.”

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They had fallen asleep maybe a few hours beforehand. Nero only woke up when she felt her heart start beating quickly. She wondered what the matter was, but quickly realized that Weiss was over her. Her heart skipped for a moment. “Yes?”

“I want you again.” She got lost under him all over again.

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“Nii-san?” She questioned when he pulled her into a supply closet. She could only help him as he tore her clothes from her. She could see quite well in the dark, but she only saw the discarded desk before she was thrown over it.

“I knew it would be the right height.” His fingers were in her, and they came back damp, just like always. “You are so naughty Nero… always being so wet for your nii-san.”

“I can’t help it… you won’t stop looking at me.” Like he was undressing her, everywhere they went. She could barely meet his gaze anymore without being sent into a fit of shivers.

“I’ll look at you all I want.” Weiss couldn’t see her now, but his hands ran along her smooth skin. “Since you are ready for me…” His shaft found her entrance and pushed into her without further ado.

She cried out against the wooden surface, every stroke every pull, she couldn’t stop sobbing and moaning. Thank goodness the lights were out or he would have seen her drool because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

She always made such sweet sounds when he made love to her like this, that’s why he liked it so much. “Weiss… please… oh… please!”

“You want me faster in you?”

“Yes!” She begged. “Please!”

Since you asked so nicely… he pounded into her until he felt her body stiffen underneath him. He held her hips into place while his seed entered her. His large hands were laying flat on either side of her body. “I can’t get enough of you.” He admitted, kissing the back of her neck before he gave it a lick. She shivered. “I want you all the time… I’ll never be satisfied.”

“Then take more.” She said, and so he did.

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“I love you, my Nero.” He had never said that before to her, she didn’t need to be told, but he said it anyway. She was straddling him, their fingers intertwined as she moved upon him. It was enough to make her pause. “What?”

“It’s just…”

“I do.” She was making a bigger deal out of this than he wanted her to, it was making him feel self conscious… and he really wanted to just watch her as she lifted and lowered herself upon his length… the way it disappeared between her legs. “Now keep moving…”

Nero began moving on him again. His hand came up and thumbed that numb between her legs. “Weiss, oh Weiss I love you.” She leaned backward, balancing herself by leaning upon his thighs. Tears leaked out of her eyes, running into her dark hair.

His hips came up when he saw this and she let out a squeak. She was so cute sometimes.

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They were in his room, it was the middle of the night, they shouldn’t have had to worry as he pushed between her legs gently. She was getting used to his almost constant prodding. It didn’t hurt nearly as badly as it did before and she was definitely enjoying herself at lot more. He could tell in the change of her moans, the way she looked at him and everything in between.

She was so beautiful, her right eye covered with her bangs as he pushed forward. It bounced until it rolled to the side and revealed both of her eyes at once. They were both red, like blood. How they pierced into him. He loved watching them darken a shade when he made love to her. How her eyes dilated, how they closed when she couldn’t hold them open any longer and let go. She was sweating profusely, just trying to keep up with him and his insatiable needs.

If he didn’t stop soon she was going to pass out into a dead faint. “Weiss…” Her body tugged at him as he pulled out of her… asking him to stay just a little longer. She was tight as a spring, and he knew just how to make her uncoil. “Nii-san!” She screamed and he shuddered.

Restrictor came into the door, but immediately forgot what he came in for in the first place. He looked down at what only could be Nero, Weiss had her side ways on his bed, her head just at the ledge and her long hair fluttering over the side. Nero’s small swollen breasts rose and fell as she took in soft breaths. Her legs with their wild patterning still wrapped around Weiss’ waist. She seemed to be looking through him almost, as if she couldn’t see him. It reminded him painfully of how long it had been since he had been without a woman. His eyes darted to Weiss, the little bastard was just grinning away as if he had done something to one up him.

When Weiss pulled out of her she looked almost pained at the loss. As long as Weiss was inside her, she could only see him. “What?”

Restrictor wanted to say something, anything. Anything at all about how ridiculous this whole situation was… but… oh well. He would do something later, he just wanted to get the hell out of here right this instant.

Weiss nearly made a whooping noise once Restrictor left. “Did you see that Nero?” But she was sleeping underneath him. “You’re no fun.”

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“My back hurts.” She complained quietly since no one was around to hear.

“Well, you know.” Weiss said. His hips hurt a little from all the excitement during this week… maybe he should go easier on her. Well, he could try not holding her upside down and sideways with her arms behind her back. He always prayed her neck wouldn’t snap from the pressure from lying against the bed while he did it… but then again… it was kind of nice.

Nero plopped down, unbidden into his lap. She only did this when they were alone even before this. She felt her place was at his feet, so that was where she sat. She was always trying not to get in the way, but sometimes indulged herself by resting her chin against his knee.

He kissed her then. She was soft, small, yielding, kind and obedient as any bride to the Emperor should be. While they didn’t have the luxury of papers binding them, that hardly mattered. What were vows said once when she pledged her life to him every day?

“Nii-san…” She said softly.

“Hm?”

“Do you need me?” She was straddling him again.

“What about your back?” He reminded.

“What about it?”

A woman after his own heart…

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She feared she might have made him weaker and even sicker than he was previously by doing what she did. But she had to do what he said, he made her promise. They were sitting outside and on the grass when she let them fall from the shadows. He leaned back a little shakily, trying to catch his breath. “We’re here.” She said.

“So I see.” He gave her a weak grin, dropping back fully against the ground.

“Nii-san!”

“I’m fine.” He soothed, “Your world… just takes it out of me.”

“I know.” But he was also sick. Three days… it was too soon… too soon. It wasn’t fair.

“Nero,” Weiss began, “Look at the stars with me now.” And so she did. “Look at the little lights in the dark… I always wanted to see them because they reminded me of us.”

How terribly romantic and unlike him, it made her want to cry again. “Nii-san.”

“Don’t cry now, we’re finally together out here at last.” Weiss admonished, “Now I want you to fly away.”

“Nii-san?”

“I want to watch you fly tonight.” Weiss went into a fit of coughing, making sure to hide the blood that exited onto his palm. But she didn’t want to leave his side, he could tell. “Do it… for me?” And he knew she would.

She lifted off cautiously, looking at him all the while. She began with an experimental line, everything she did was precise at first, as if she had to think of where she wanted to flit to next. She began to fly up higher, move faster before too long. She flipped upside down into a roll, flying up and up some more until it looked as if his wings stalled out and could take her no higher. She plummeted down and lifted up again and the last moment. She had such a look of contentment then, as if she could forget about the burden the world had put on them, even for just this night.

Weiss couldn’t help but close his eyes and smile. His blackbird was finally free. He could fall asleep happily now.

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How could he be so selfish? He needed to get rid of her now, before it was too late. “Nero, you should leave.”

“What?” She couldn’t believe her ears and stopped talking about Omega all together. “I… can’t. What about you?”

What about you? He thought. He had left her caged here so long, a bird had no place dying in a dark dank hole in the ground. He wanted to think of her flying into the sky, just as he had two days before. Then his life wouldn’t feel wasted anymore, as it always had. “You could go now… there is nothing tying you here.”

“You’re here.”

“I’m dying.”

“I won’t let you stay like that… I found something…”

“You don’t know if it will work or not.”

“I’m going to do it anyway… I don’t care.” She had to try at least, and if she couldn’t… life wasn’t worth the living anyway without Weiss to enjoy it with her.

“Please, leave… you don’t have to do this.”

He wanted to give her what they always wanted. He was willing to sacrifice being comforted in death just so she could escape now. “Thank you.” She said, covering her face. “But I can’t let go.” It made him sad to think of her down here, all alone. He knew she wouldn’t listen though, and so he held out his hand to her. She took it and went into his arms. They were heavy around her as she heard his breathing slow. I need this, she thought. I need this to help me make it through.

“Be happy Nero.” He wished of her, “Don’t… be sad.” That only sent her into a fit of tears and had her clutching on him more tenaciously. He would hold onto her, until the end… and she would hold on long after.
In the end, as he watched her sad face fade from view and he remembered something sweet.

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He might have been ten years old at the time, and was playing with his little sister. He didn’t get to see her much but when he did he remembered those being the happiest times in his life.

There was a giggle to his right, he half wondered if she gave herself up just so they would be together again sooner. “I know you’re there.” He said to an innocent looking table.

Nero crawled out. The lacey white table cloth covered half of her face and her dark hair as it trailed on behind her. Even at ten he loved her more than anyone else. He removed her veil and kissed her chastely on lips.

“Wedding?” She asked, wondering if they had just changed games.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“I do!” She squeaked. That was the loudest he had ever heard her speak, grabbing at him and laughing.

It was good to have sweet memories. “I do.” He answered.

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“Nii-san?” She didn’t mind dying, just as long as it was him who killed her. It didn’t matter anymore. It was her fault, she let him in… she let him in Weiss because she couldn’t let go. What a terrible sister she had been, what a terrible bride.

Even still, she could not look at him just yet. Her forehead rested against his shoulder… that place she loved so much. Maybe she could pretend now, that he was holding her instead of running his hand through her like a knife.

She couldn’t feel the lower half of her body anymore, but she knew her wings were slowly shutting down and crumpling… being shorted out by Weiss’ immense power. She could have let go then, if she had not lifted her gaze and seen that glint in the back of his eye, the one that showed regret. Her wings were wasted now, she would never fly again for him.

“You are no longer of any use to me.” He mouthed, hoping to break her just a little. Hojo threw her away from him once she saw. He felt Weiss’ strong emotions surging against his consciousness, threatening to back him out even with the materia inside him. He heard a roar in the back of his mind, as he watched her slight body sail and bounce only once before it came to rest on the hard ground. He only ever meant to protect her, and he had killed her.

Weiss felt something light pour at his feet, and felt for maybe a fleeting moment that Nero was curled up beside him in rest. He clutched to that feeling, in the back of his mind as this fool played around stupidly with his body. All the strength he had earned for himself being wasted on this peon of a scientist. He felt little hands touch his chest, although he could not see them and he held on tighter still. ‘Don’t let go of me.’ He heard. ‘I won’t, I promise.’ Nero, if that was truly her… she did not sound disappointed in him or hurt. She understood. He could almost break under the magnitude of her love for him. ‘Good, it’s almost time to go now.’ She said. ‘I’m ready.’ He answered. ‘Let’s go now… and be together.’

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“Higher!” She squealed in delight as he swung her over his head. He complied, earning yet another fit of laughter from her. He finally rested her on his shoulders, her small legs on either side of his neck and her little hands grasping at his hair. He didn’t mind though. “You’re so tall.” She looked around before she leaned down and kissed his forehead.

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It was night when he finally awoke. The life stream had spat them back out, apparently disgusted with whatever Nero was made of. He was glad she entered him when she did.

Everything hurt, but he was used to pain. When he cracked his eyes open she was laying there next to him, his arms crushing in around her. He loosened his grip and she gasped. “Nii-san.”

“You’re here.” He said.

“Of course,” He never let her go. He promised.

Despite the pain, he did not want to linger. “Let’s go then.” Weiss was the first to move, but his hand never left hers as he stood.

“Where?” She asked, cocking her head to the side curiously.

“Anywhere we want.” He answered.

She smiled and she was the first to get go of his hand as she ran away from the Shinra building. He only grinned and followed after her. He would catch her soon enough, light always moved faster than darkness could. Their feet would take them out of the ruined city and away from their cage forever.

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“Tag!” Nero bopped him on the shoulder, only catching him because he let her. She never caught on at this age.

“You better run!” He let her have a head start before following closely after her. If he were just one step further he would have stepped on the back of her feet.

Nero knew better than to turn around, but she always did. “Eee!” Nero shrieked, seeing Weiss close behind her. He only laughed evilly before tapping her shoulder in return. “No fair!”

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Author’s Notes:

Augh! I swear – it’s so weird making Nero into a girl that it sort of freaks me out hehe. I don’t know why though… maybe because he’s already so girly that I think maybe I could just switch the genders around and make him a boy again. I gave it some serious though, but I really enjoyed the ‘small tits’ and the ‘bleeding in the bathroom’ scenes. It definitely would have taken a couple of my favorite parts out.

I decided to end this on a happy note – that way I wouldn’t feel like continuing with this one like I am with “Hidden” the female Weiss story.

I’m working on some more yaoi stuff and some NeroXWeiss fluff that I’ll probably post on Fanfiction. I’m thinking of working a bit more slowly on my stories from now on, I’m really burning myself out… (so tired) but I feel driven. I really want to work on fanarts when I’m finished with all this. Writing is my second passion after drawing and painting. I feel that those parts of me are being neglected.