Confessionale Dell'elevatore

Confessionale Dell'elevatore
Like Weiss on Rice

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

Sumarry: Weiss and Nero get stuck in an elevator. Weiss decides it’s time to finally say those words Nero wants to hear.

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A little girl, not even old enough to talk, looked up anxiously at a wicked looking man. A man with his arms pinned up across his chest and a mask fit for a lunatic. His darkness swished past her feet, making them feel somewhat cold. He looked down at her then, bending until he was looking directly at her. His eyes were intensely red, almost glowing. She saw the mask move as he opened his mouth to speak. “Ooowa mashie ooba! Oooshie gooshie mooshie!” The girl just laughed and repeated what he said back to him.

Weiss just looked at his brother, absolutely horrified. “Don’t do that! You sound ridiculous!”

“I beg your pardon brother,” Nero lifted himself up to his full height. “But I already look ridiculous. I might as well fit the part.”

“You’ll spoil them.” He warned. Why did he even come down here to get him anyway? Oh yeah, he was horny. This was a pretty horrible place to go chatting up your brother… a nursery for future soldiers.

“I was spoiled by you.” Nero reminded, shrugging his arms out of their trappings. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh you can,” Weiss narrowed his eyes on him. “You just don’t want to.”

“But aren’t they cute?” Nero lifted the girl up in his arms and showed her to Weiss.

Weiss scrutinized her. She was a drooling dirty mess. Disgusting. “She looks like a puny chicken.”

Nero pulled her back against him and turned around as if to shield her from him. “Don’t listen to him, he thinks you’re cute… he’s just too mean to admit it.”

“Don’t go giving her ideas.” Weiss huffed. “I think we spent enough time in here for today.

“You just got here.” Nero reminded, bouncing the little girl on his arm.

Weiss almost scowled at him but he knew deep down somewhere why he was doing this. It was because he was so lonely when he was a little boy. No one loved him until Weiss came around. He wasn’t able to come here often, between experiments he had little time to do much else other than sleep… and… other things.

“Nana.” The girl said, clutching at Nero’s shoulder belts.

“She said my name.” Nero cooed.

“It’s getting late,” Weiss just laughed at this point, he was acting rather silly. “They need rest.”

“Oh, you are right… for once.” Nero teased, his smile reaching his eyes.

“I’m always right.” Weiss smiled back.

“Goodnight little baby.” Nero put her down on her bed and tucked her in. “Sleep tight.”

“Bug, bug.” She said.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Nero agreed, snapping his arms back into place around his chest. He followed closely behind Weiss, who looked like he was having a hard time containing himself.

Weiss waited a few minutes until after they left before bursting out with a fresh peel of laughter. “I can’t believe you say that still.”

“You said it to me.”

“I was nine years old!” Weiss poked him.

“More like twelve… or fifteen.” Nero’s chest jerked as he laughed.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone!” He threatened, but Weiss was still smiling, he wasn’t mad.

They came to the cross roads to the stairs and that other form of transportation they so rarely used. “The stairs or elevator today?” Nero asked, getting a particular look on his face. “I don’t think I would mind a race.” He looked at the stairs longingly.

“You’ll just cheat.” Weiss accused, crossing his arms. “You’ll start flying up.”

“Only because you try to trip me.” Nero countered.

“Only because you try to go all shadowy and weightless on me.”

“Only because you start trying to jump up.”

“Let’s just take the elevator.” They said together before looking at each other and laughing.

Weiss pushed the button, and the doors snapped open. “After you m’dear.” He made a show of being gentlemanly.

“Oh, you.” Nero played right back and went in first. “Now stop fooling around and let’s go home.”

“Yes dear.” Weiss walked in after.

They both faced the door. Weiss, being the closest to the controls, pushed the floor number and they were off. Despite the throne room behind at the very bottom of Deepground, the place they actually lived was quite far up. Usually this glass elevator was only reserved for scientists or executives, but Weiss and Nero would often commandeer it if they were tired or feeling particularly puckish.

Nero sighed, tapping his foot a little. They could have probably run up the stairs by now. This wasn’t exactly fun.

Weiss remembered why he came down to get him in the first place. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.” He hauled him back against his chest.

“Really Weiss,” Nero wrenched himself out of his grasp playfully. “We’re almost home. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself a little longer?”

“I can’t help it… something about seeing you so motherly just gives me chills.”

“Nii-san!” Nero laughed. “Don’t you mean fatherly?”

“No,” Weiss looked at him seriously for a moment. “I meant motherly.”

Nero quieted and looked like he wasn’t sure if he should take that as a compliment or not.

“It’s okay, it suits you.” Weiss shrugged it off, only now realizing how awkward what he said might have sounded. “I think you are more of a nurturing person.” Nero decided to take it as a compliment and Weiss was rewarded with the smile he saw in his eyes. When he smiles, those harsh eyes always seemed so gentle. “How about a kiss?”

“Weiss!” Nero huffed. Weiss ruined the mood as always with his lechery. “Wait until we’re back at our apartment won’t you? It’ll just be a few minutes! There is a camera in here… and…”

“They don’t tape what’s going on in here.” Weiss said confidently. He knew, he checked the surveillance equipment when he went diving around the network. “It’s only if someone wants to talk to someone in here… and guess what? We’ve been dismissed for the day. They won’t be looking for us. Oh well…” He grinned. “Better pucker up now.”

Nero backed up against the far wall. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I’d dare…” He grinned manically and advanced on him.

“O-okay,” Nero twisted his head to the side when Weiss was up on him. “J-just a k-kiss okay? Please wait…” Weiss kissed his cheek, and then drew his head forward to kiss his lips before moving down his neck… damn cloth. He grabbed for that zipper behind his brother’s neck. “WEISS!” Nero protested loudly enough to make him wince.

“Fine.” He turned away from him. “But once we’re home I’m going t-” And then the lights when out and the elevator came to a halt.

“What just happened?” Nero’s uniform gave off a soft glow, helping Weiss see a little better. The street lights outside in the city hadn’t come on yet… Nero was looking at the ceiling then, at the lights that just suddenly went dead.

“I guess the power went out.” Weiss reasoned. “It should be back on in a moment.” And as if by magic the lights above flickered on, but the familiar hum of the elevator moving up or down didn’t sound out again.

“Oh dear.” Nero fretted.

“I guess we can always just open the door, squeeze through and take the stairs.” Weiss went to the sliding doors and pushed them open without any effort. He sighed. There might have been a head and shoulder’s width of space. Maybe someone like Nero could squeeze through, but even that would be dangerous. If the elevator started up again or fell with Nero’s head between floors... Weiss quickly let the doors snap shut again. No, better not go that route.

“There is an emergency button.” Nero pointed out. “Let me push it.”

“W-” Before he could utter another sound Nero mashed it with his elbow.

“What?!” Hojo’s face flicked up on the screen.

“Hojo?” Nero would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it if he hadn’t been so startled. “Why are you in the control room?”

“Faulty wiring… it keeps coming up to the lab. The mechanic is supposed to fix it tomorrow… I’ve been getting calls all day from that stupid elevator!” Hojo complained as if they cared at all. “So what? Are you stuck in there now?”

“Well, yes.” Nero shook his head slightly, the man was aggravating.

“Open the doors and squeeze though.” Hojo seemed bored with them, like he was working on something else at the time.

“Um… I don’t think that’s possible.” Nero said softly.

“Well then, try the emergency exit. You shouldn’t even be in there anyway. Stop bothering me already.” Hojo waived it off and his image flicked off of the screen.

Weiss looked at the emergency exit above their heads. There was a hatch that could open if one turned the simple wheel mechanism. It seemed easy enough. “If I hold you up, do you think you can open that?”

“I should be able to.” Nero said, and before he could even finish his sentence Weiss had him around the hips and lifted him above his head until he rested on his brother’s shoulders. He laughed a bit. He hadn’t been in this position since he was younger, when Weiss used to carry him around like this all the time.

“I think you turn it to the left.” Weiss reasoned.

Nero pulled his arms out of confinement and tried twisting the metal wheel but it would not budge no matter how hard he tried. He even grabbed it with his metal arms and gave it a go, but even then it wouldn’t move.

“Try to the right then.” Weiss sighed, maybe he had been wrong. He watched as Nero tried again, but with the same results. “Okay, maybe I need to do it.” He picked Nero back up off of his shoulders and set him down gently to his feet. It took some doing, but he got his foot on the railing and grabbed a hold of the wooden framing. Nero was behind him, trying to steady him by placing his hands up on his buttocks. He hadn’t meant anything by it, but Weiss though he would jeer. “Trying to feel me up?”

Nero’s only response was to smile with his eyes and squeeze. If he was being accused he might as well get something for it. “Don’t be daft!” He tittered. “Now let’s get out of here.” He was confidant that his brother would be able to get that obviously rusted wheel to move.

Weiss got a good hold on it before he wrenched it to the left. It made a satisfying creaking sound that made him smile. Almost there. He yanked it again, but this time the wheel came off in his hands and his eyes went wide. He lost his footing and poor Nero felt the brunt of his weight as he fell.

“Augh!” All of the air in his lungs decided to escape at once. Weiss rolled off of him quickly and watched him, not saying anything until he breathed again.

“Oh God Nero, are you alright?” Weiss’ hands touched him gently along the ribs. “I didn’t break anything did I?”

“I’m not that pathetic.” Nero huffed, when he was sure his voice wouldn’t come out panty. Weiss touched a tender spot and he couldn’t help but cringe.

“I hurt you?”

“It’s just a bruise… I’m sure.” He knew what a broken rib felt like.

Weiss sighed and held him for a moment. He was glad. He would have felt horrible if he had really done any damage to him.

“What will we do now?” Nero sounded so lost.

“I could break the glass and you could fly us down.” Weiss let him go and Nero went into a sitting position. He stood and cracked his knuckles. Before he could stop him Nero was informing Hojo of his plan via the intercom.

“I should think not!” Hojo’s voice rang out over the system, his face angry on the screen. “I simply will not have you damaging anything else. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow!”

Nero’s eyes went wide and Weiss just glared at him as if he tattled. “I didn’t know!” He protested. “Really…”

“Now good day to you! Really… interrupting my work!” Hojo’s face was gone for the final time, as an added blow the lights went out again. Did Hojo turn off the power completely so they couldn’t talk to him? It’s not like they wanted to anyway.

Nero looked at Weiss, he seemed to be pouting. He walked to the far side of the small space just as the lights from the city turned on. He never knew how pretty they looked from right here, he and Weiss usually had to be in their rooms before the street lamps turned on… lest Restrictor showed up an escorted them home. He guessed that they had an excuse tonight.

Weiss could’ve had them out of there in a moment if Nero hadn’t said anything. Not that Weiss gave a damn most of the time… he just didn’t want to get into trouble for something so stupid. Oh well, at least he was with Nero.

“I guess we’re going to be here all night then.” Nero pushed his head against the glass, his bangs flattening between his forehead and the clear surface. “I’m worried it will be frightfully uncomfortable.” He twitched his wings a bit, without his tool kit it wasn’t like he could remove them for the night.

Weiss would always smile at his choice of words. He always had a different way of putting things. “We’ll manage.”

“I suppose.” Nero shrugged his elbows, releasing his arms once again from the strait jacket. He let it fall into his hands and folded it in his own precise and particular manner. He was such a tight ass about that sort of thing. ‘Everything in its proper place’ he would say. He was so like their mother… he wondered if he absorbed her personality when he was born. “There we are.” He placed it into a neat little square on the floor. He soon joined it, preferring to sit when he removed his head trappings.

Nero had a very beautiful face. One that would make women die of jealousy… one that only Weiss got to see. He definitely had feminine features, an attractive smile that he enjoyed seeing. If Weiss gave pause to think about it, he highly resembled their mother. The curvature of his face, his eyebrows and eye shape… everything was like her. He wondered if this meant he had en oedipal complex.

Let’s not forget his slender build and those hips of his… how they jutted out ever so slightly. He reminded him of a woman in that respect too. His body was so beautiful and graceful, it was almost a shock to realize sometimes that he was in fact, a man.

Nero only noticed him looking at him just then. He blushed a little and smiled demurely at him before casting his eyes downward. He was so coy that it drove him crazy. “N-Nii-san?” Nero’s voice was trembling ever so slightly… he must have heard the change in his breathing. “I don’t think whatever you have in mind is a good… i-idea.”

There was no point beating around the bush anymore, he already knew. Weiss advanced on him and Nero shrieked, backing into the corner. Weiss let out a wicked laugh. “Come here little black bird.”

“Nii-san! Wait!” But he didn’t wait. Weiss was on the floor with him, pushing him against the invisible wall behind him, pressing kisses against his mouth. “Please…” He felt the zipper behind his neck being pulled downward. “I’m embarrassed.”

That only flared his arousal even more. “You’ll get over it.” Nero’s arms were pinned to the side when he yanked his shirt down. “I’ll make you forget where you are.” His lips went to his neck, gently kissing before nipping and then sucking with bruising force.

“Ah!” Nero’s eyes closed and he shivered.

He was always so sensitive there. Weiss gave the dark mark he made a final lick before starting on the other side.

When his naked back hit the cold glass Nero squealed out. Weiss’ lips crinkled involuntarily at the sound. He was so cute! He couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You’re so mean!” Nero complained, taking his back away from the frigged surface and flopped onto the warmer carpeted floor. Weiss crawled over him, and stared at him as a cat might look down at a particularly delicious little bird. That look always made Nero want to run away… but where to? Like a bird caught in a cage with a cat, he was helpless. Weiss flipped him over on his stomach, grabbing at that zipper again. “Weiss, please…” Nero trembled. “Can’t you wait until tomorrow?” He squeaked when he felt that rough tongue run up his spine.

“Don’t play innocent with me…” Weiss purred into his ear. “I know you like this…”

Oh God he did… it was so hard not to turn into a pile of goo underneath him sometimes. This was just a little too bizarre for him though. He was so afraid that some one would just happen to catch them or that the camera was going to turn back on and Hojo would see… He couldn’t help the blush that reached the roots of his hair when Weiss traced the edge of his ear with his tongue.

“Don’t worry my sweet little bird,” Weiss cooed gently, which only made him start trembling all over again. “We are up so high… no one will see.”

“But Hojo…” He worried.

“Let him see, I don’t care.”

“But… it’s… Hojo.” That was more of a turn off than anything, he absolutely detested the man.

“He won’t be bothering us… he’s too busy.”

“But…”

“You and your ‘buts’ – stop it already.” Weiss tittered. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes by,” He spoke directly into his ear and his breath tickled him. “I’ll cover you up.” He moved away from him and kneeled there, picking up Nero until he sat on his legs. Nero’s wings were docilely lowered, as a frightened bird might when it finally gave up the fight. His arm grasped him around the waist as he peeled that black getup down and over his chest. He found that dark nipple of his, twirling it around with one of his calloused fingers.

Nero’s dark swirled around him anxiously and his image hazed over. “Weiss!” He chirped.

“Now, now…” He laughed. “I can’t see you if you keep doing that.” He drew Nero to face the glass, still sitting on his legs. Weiss took on a similar position directly behind him, his legs framing the younger man’s.

“Weiss…”

He could see Nero’s reflection from this angle. “Oooh, you’re blushing my dirty boy.” Weiss growled with delight.

“I’m not.” He denied vehemently.

“Oh no? You’re cheeks are redder than Rosso’s hair.”

Nero cupped his face in response.

“This is simply no good my love, you are far too tense. Do I need to loosen you up a bit?” Weiss’ voice had a mischievous ring to it.

“No… don’t!” Nero wailed but Weiss’ grip on him only strengthened.

“I think I will.” Weiss wiggled the fingers on his free hand.

“Eee! No!” Nero tried to get away but it was too late. “Noooooo!” A peal of laughter rang forth out of his throat. “Stop Weiss! Haha!” He was trying to roll from his grasp, a tangle of limbs as he struggled. He fought to keep his wings from jerking around too much and striking out at his brother.

“Had enough?” Nero’s laughter was so infectious that he couldn’t help but join in. “Surrender?”

“Never!” Nero shrieked as his brother pushed him to the floor and tickled him yet again, “Oh! Stop! Stop! Hehe!” Nero only then realized that Weiss was slowly tugging his clothes off the rest of the way. “Wait! No! What are you doing?” He then laughed again as those knowing fingers found all of his ticklish spots.

“What do you think?” Weiss purred, grinning ear to ear it seemed.

“Okay… I give!” Nero finally raised his arm as if to surrender and Weiss stopped. “Oh…” He clutched his middle. “Eeehh heh heh. Oh, it hurts.”

“I think I loosened you up enough.”

“I think so too.” Nero was still giggling ever so slightly.
Weiss dragged him back into the position they were sitting in before, only this time he was in a state of undress, only now realizing he could see his reflection. Nero blushed all over again.

“Your cheeks are getting a workout today.” Weiss teased.

“Nii-san…” Nero batted his hands away, albeit a bit weakly before he gave in and just let him run his hands over him.

“You are so cute…” Weiss rubbed his cheek against his brother’s from behind. “Always telling me one thing and meaning another… I think you want to drive me crazy.”

“It’s not all that difficult.” Nero said importantly.

Weiss couldn’t help but continue to smile. “Don’t you know how lovely you are?”

“Lovely? Taking one of my words now?” It was Nero’s turn to tease him.

“Hush,” Weiss laughed, running his hand down his chest mischievously. “Look at how beautiful you are.” Nero met Weiss’ gaze into the glass. Just the sight of the two of them together made Nero’s eyes hood over. “Now put your arms around my neck.” He instructed.

“But…”

“There you go again, just do it.” Weiss admonished gently, and Nero looped his arms around backward around his sibling’s neck, locking his fingers together. “Isn’t this nice?”

“Yes.” Nero agreed, finding the sight even more erotic now.

“Now watch how lovely you become when I touch you.” Weiss’ eyes never left the glass as his fingers twirled around his nipple and his other hand went around wrapping his length within his strong grasp.

“Nii-san!” Nero’s voice quivered and his eyes shut. His little head ducked under his chin.

“Open your eyes Nero, watch what I do to you.” Weiss said again and Nero opened them to look. He never left that safe spot just below his jaw. “You’re so gorgeous…” Weiss complimented and Nero turned beat red. “Your beautiful hair… that soft skin… those sad red eyes…” Weiss placed a kiss on the side of his neck. “And to think… all of this is mine.” He squeezed his erection firmly that and Nero let out a little whimpering noise. “And no one knows how beautiful you are… but me.”

“Weiss…” Nero felt the same, only everyone knew how beautiful Weiss was, he didn’t cover up much.

“How sweetly you tweet for me.” Weiss delighted. “While I love to have you all to myself… sometimes I want to show the world what a treasure I have.” He grabbed his pectoral roughly and Nero whimpered. “Let yourself go my love.” He worked his hand in a rhythm he knew that would make him cum quickly. Oh God… how Nero’s slight build just got lost against him. His dark body against his white skin only accentuated their size difference. He prodded his erection against him and he made a strangled noise in his throat.

“Oh Weiss…” Nero was trying to hold on, trying to draw it out just so he could enjoy it just a little longer.

Everything about him was stunning, to his pained eyes to the parting of his lips as he gasped. Weiss’ lips went down to nibble on the flesh of his neck, but his eyes never once left that image on the looking glass.

His fingers flexed around his neck and he trembled, bucking his hips into his hand. “Oh! Oh… Weiss…” His little black bird was calling for him. So he held him gently against him as he came. He couldn’t stop thinking how delicate he was when he came for him. Seeing this new perspective just made him want him more. Nero looked like he calmed down enough now. His eyes were sleepy and his head rested against his shoulder. “Mmmmm…” Nero’s lips lifted ever so slight just then, giving Weiss a mushy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Weiss licked his cum out of the palm of his hand. Nero caught this and shivered slightly. “Delicious…” He purred. “Although I supposed I shouldn’t waste all of this…” His took his dampened finger and reached down to twirl it around his entrance.

“Weiss…” Nero began, shuddering at the sensation his fingers were brining him. “Don’t… don’t you want me to do something for you first?” He let his arms fall down and somehow managed to cup Weiss through his pants.

“Heh…” Weiss grinned. “I don’t think your naughty little hands will be enough today my sweet.”

“But… I…” Nero stuttered.

“I want to see your pretty little mouth swallow me whole.” Weiss whispered. Nero blushed, turning his head away. He was so shy. “I love this… every time with you is like the first time.” He picked himself up off of the ground to stand before Nero. His boots were easy enough to remove. He let his black belt sail to the floor carelessly while he pulled his white pants and boxers down past his hips and over his feet. He had to grab the back of his brother's head and turn him before Nero actually took him into his mouth.

When he did, he seemed to forget for a moment where they were. Nero’s eyes teared up ever so slightly at being able to make his brother happy. That little wicked tongue of his dancing across his shaft… the way his fingers went up to caress his testicles. The boy was going to drive him mad in a moment. “Touch yourself…” Weiss pleaded, closing his eyes for just a second. “I want to feel your excitement.”

Nero complied, letting an arm drop and wrapped his fingers around his flaccid length, bringing it to life once more under his hands.
Such pretty blue lips that sucked him in… Nero’s eyes were closed in concentration. “Oh, look at me blackbird. Let me see your eyes.”

He did, anything as long as Weiss asked it of him. How his eyes had darkened, from the color of red wine to burgundy. He clenched his teeth, his jaw setting into a hard line. Weiss closed his eyes, shuddering against the scraping sensation of his small teeth and the soft wet caress of his tongue.

Weiss had grabbed the back of his head and pushed him even further. Unfortunately it made his eyes shoot open before he gagged on him. Shit…

“Sorry.” Weiss sighed, he really messed that up, but he would make it up to him. When Nero’s coughing quieted he drew him up until Nero stood and he kneeled before him. “Your turn…” Weiss grasped his hips.

“But… I didn’t…”

“I don’t mind.” Weiss let out a gentle lick, lapping up the precum that threatened to spill out and Nero gasped. “Besides, I’m more of a one shot sort of guy… you need a little more though. Don’t you? You naughty little blackbird…” His lips curled around his length before taking him in deep.

“Ah!” Nero’s fingers tightened around the hand rail behind him. His knees were together, spreading his feet apart in an effort to steady himself. He flinched a little at the cold surface to his back but he was past caring about what was behind him. Not that anyone could see much, the rail was pretty thick and his ass was pressed against it. He turned his head to the side and breathed, leaving with it a faint haze against the clear surface.

“Small Nero…” Weiss cooed before running his tongue along his length.

Nero flushed. He really wished Weiss wouldn’t say things like ‘little’ and ‘small’ when he was doing things like this… it only made him self conscious about their size difference.

Weiss, of course, caught his expression and tried to sooth him. “You’re more than enough for me…” And Nero shivered. “When you are inside me I can barely stand it.”

“But…”

“I wouldn’t let anyone else do the things you do to me.” Weiss continued to pump him as he talked, nipping at the skin between his hips. “But tonight… tonight I think I want to be inside you most of all.” He took him in his mouth again.

“W-Weiss.” Weiss was looking up at him, that golden ring around his pupils a stark contrast the cool blue color on the rest of his iris. He was… unique. He came this time, clutching the hand rail behind him and wriggling in Weiss’ grasp. His legs threatened to buckle on him, but Weiss was there to catch him.

“Maybe I’ll actually wear you out tonight.” Weiss laughed, grabbing a hold of his hips.

“Weiss…” Nero whimpered. Weiss was pushing him up over the hand rail and onto the glass behind him. His wings flittered a bit, trying to move out of the way. He managed to flatten and spread them out just enough for his back to be pressed against the surface behind him. “Someone might see…”

“Let them.” Weiss answered quickly. Nero was so beautiful there, pressed against an invisible surface. His wings skittered across the glass, leaving with them beautiful etchings that glowed with the street lights and Mako… making pretty blue and yellow patterns that framed him. He only wished he could put into words how lovely he really was like this. But he couldn’t, so he thought he would be crass instead. His eyebrow twitched. “Do you cum here often?”

Nero glared at him. “Nii-san! Stop playing around and hurry! My butt is freezing!”

“Awww,” Weiss made a sympathetic mewing noise. “Is it? Want Nii-san to warm it up for you?” Nero grumbled until Weiss cupped his bottom and squeezed. He jumped a bit in his grasp. “Still ticklish I see. I can take care of that.” He dragged his hips forward and entered him slowly. Nero’s legs twined around his waist at the same time his arms looped around his neck.

“Mmmm… Nii-san.” He was being so gentle today. Nero looked into his eyes. His brother liked it when he did that. Weiss was gazing at him tenderly, as if he was the most important thing in the world to him. All silly jokes and perversion aside, he was the sweetest man he knew. He was always kind in his own way, always looking out for him, always playing his hero. His white knight. He might be tactless at times and ruined sweet moments beyond count, but he could always tell in those eyes how he really felt. He was just too embarrassed to say. So he would say it for him. “I love you.”

Weiss blinked for a moment, there went that flash of emotion again crossing his features before he squelched it. He loved hearing that, no matter how many times he might say it. “I know.” Weiss kissed his forehead tenderly.

Nero thought he might push it, even as Weiss slowly entered and exited his body. “Is it so hard to say?”

“You have no idea.” Weiss whispered. He was a coward if he thought about it. He just couldn’t bring the words to his mouth and just say how he felt. He had said he cared about him before but deep inside he fretted about admitting to this kind of love. Everything he ever claimed to love was taken away from him. He worried silently, that somewhere, somehow, if he admitted it… Nero might go away too.

Nero’s eyes filled and spilled over with tears. He always got emotional when they made love. “It…” He paused for a moment at the sensation of Weiss’ slow thrusting. “It’s just the two of us. You can say whatever you want when we’re alone… it’s just… you and me.”

It was, wasn’t it? Despite the fact that they were in a glass jar like gold fish, it was just the two of them there. Still… “I can’t say.”

Nero looked disappointed, but quickly covered it up. “It’s… okay.”

But it wasn’t, he knew. He asked so much, took so much… he gave but he never gave that part of him up. He held Nero tightly then, their bodies still twined together. His forehead rested against the cool glass to the side of Nero’s neck. “I…” Nero waited, not wanting to interrupt him. This was harder than he thought. “I…” He clenched his jaw. Why wouldn’t the words come out? He said it a hundred times when Nero was but a baby, said it when he was a little boy… why couldn’t he say it now when it really counted? Emotion stopped his throat every time he opened his mouth to speak.

Nero decided to finally step in and save him, even though he wanted to hear the words… it wasn’t worth this. “You don’t have to say it. I know how you feel.”

Weiss felt his heart fill to bursting. Nero was so sweet to him, always trying to make it easier for him. He loved Nero, he knew he did. He felt hot tears enter his eyes then and as they fell into his brother’s dark hair he felt that stopper in his throat loosen. “I love you.” He held him even tighter then, as if he might disappear if he didn’t hold with all of his strength. “I love you.” Fresh tears joined the old and trailed down his cheeks and dripped off his chin. It was as if the flood gates had finally opened, and he could finally say what he wanted to all along. Nero, he was the endless void in which he could to pour all of his love. He couldn’t say it enough. “I love you.” He drew himself back and began thrusting into him again, a little harder this time. He drew his forehead down to Nero’s, resting the two of them together as he pushed.

Nero couldn’t help the tears that silently fell. With every admittance of love he felt his heart being filled more and more until it overflowed. Weiss was always stopping those gaps within him, his body and soul. Weiss almost never cried, but when he did… it was so strange to see. It was like he got to see a part of him no one else would. His raw side. It made him love him even more. “I love you too.” It was easy to let go of the embarrassment now, to not care anymore as Weiss filled him with himself. He loved everything about him, he did.

Weiss pounded into him now, forcing his wings to clatter against the glass with each thrust. He let go of his hips, the rail was doing a fine job of holding him up. He took one of Nero’s arms from around his neck before lacing it together with his own and pressing it into the surface behind him. He took him in other his hands again and pumped him with some difficulty since their bodies were close like this.

It was okay wasn’t it? To fall? He looked into Weiss’ eyes once more and they held permission there. “It’s alright, you can cum now.” He kissed his lips softly. “I love you.” As Nero trembled underneath his onslaught, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was again. When he was finished Weiss’ large hand brushed against his creamy cheek. He then took that hand and grabbed his darkly patterned leg. “My turn.” He said once more, his voice filled with promise.

Nero, being a tad more awake now, scraped his small dark nails down his chest. His tongue flicked over Weiss’ nipple and the bigger man’s breath caught. He felt his knee being pushed against his chest. His brother was going to go in deep now. “Nii-san…” He trembled looking up at him, even though his little hands never stopped touching him, pleasing him.

It was easier to thrust in and out of him now, his dick being squeezed and released within that tight hole of his. “God…”

Nero knew all the words to say as he was rammed against the glass. “Nii-san… Nii-san… you’re so big you are tearing me a part.” He felt Weiss pulse in him at that and he moaned. “Hurry Nii-san… hurry…” He nipped at his neck and Weiss groaned, doubling his effort. “I love you.”

It was so easy to cum, feeling his heart burst as he did. He absently heard the splintering of glass as he pushed into him that last time… filling him with his seed.

Weiss sighed contently then, holding his little brother gently to him. He picked him up then, letting Nero’s feet touch the floor. He sat down himself, folding his legs up and beckoning Nero to sit in his lap. Instead of lying in his embrace, Nero moved to straddle him. He laughed a little, but this made it easy for him to kiss his cheeks, his chin, his nose, his forehead and his mouth tenderly. Nero’s lips mimicked him, kissing any surface of his face that was within reach. “I’m so glad…” Weiss began, feeling that self conscious rearing its ugly head again. “That you were born. You make me happier than you will ever know.” He kissed his temple.

“Weiss…” Nero rubbed his eyes, feeling tears begin again.

“Don’t get all weapy on me again.” Weiss knuckled his cheek. “I’ll cry too… and you don’t want me to. It’ll be really loud and I’ll just embarrass you again.”

“I don’t mind,” Nero smiled sweetly. “As long as it’s just us two.” He didn’t want anyone else to see Weiss cry but him. He had all of him in that way.

“Tomorrow when-” Weiss began, getting interrupted when the lights in the elevator suddenly came on again, exposing the two of them inside. Oh… crap.

“AH!” Nero bounced off of him and hid behind his broad back. Weiss realized he was shielding him from the outside now. Well, he did say he would cover him up. The elevator started moving up again. Nero panicked. “Oh my God! Clothes! Clothes!” He grabbed his pants and ripped them on quickly. He found his shirt under Weiss’ pants and shimmied it over his head.

Weiss just laughed, stepping into his pants and tying the black belt around his waist in an expert knot. Thank goodness both of their boots were relatively uncomplicated. Nero sat on the floor, managing to stuff his feet into his own boots and jumping to his feet again.

Just two more floors… hallelujah they had gotten away with it. The next floor up was always a big jump, being much deeper than the others. Nero leaned against the side of the wall… before his eyes widened a bit when he saw his own particular imprint against the glass. That followed along with wing scratchings and a spider web like crack forming where Weiss had mashed into him. “Oh dear…”

Weiss heard the distress in his brother’s voice and looked at the glass behind him. “Oh my,” He teased. “I wonder who did that?”

“Weiss!” Nero whined, the next floor was coming up soon.

Weiss could understand though, it was pretty obvious who did all that damage to the window. He knew his brother was embarrassed about who might see and figure out what they had done. But Weiss knew he had other things to worry about, like getting into trouble for damaging the elevator after they were told not to. Oh well, might as well take one for the team. He brought his elbow up and snapped it through the glass. All the evidence from their little affair was broken into a million pieces.

“Weiss! Why did you do that?!” Nero shrieked just as the door popped open.

“What’s with all the noise?” Restrictor was there, just who they wanted to see…

“We… I…” Nero was going to take full blame for it, Weiss knew.

“We got stuck in the elevator.”

“Is this where you’ve been all night?” Restrictor growled. “I’ve been looking all over for you little brats… how many times…” Then he sighed. “You know what? I just don’t give a damn right now. Get the hell out. I’m tired.” He grabbed Nero by the nape of his neck and gave him a decent shove out, kicking his head wrappings out with him.

Weiss just glared at him and stepped out before he could do the same, getting him back silently be brushing his hand against every button on the way down. “Good evening Restrictor…” Weiss waved.

“Wait!” Restrictor just noticed the broken glass. He whirled around as the door shut. Weiss waited for a moment, then heard the elevator get stuck just below them where there would be no way out for him. “Weiss!” He screamed as if he was somehow to blame.

“What just happened?” Nero had his white head piece in his hands. “Did we not get into trouble for breaking the glass?” Nero wondered how it could’ve been so easy.

“Restrictor is stuck in the elevator now.” Weiss snickered.

“Oh my…” Nero covered his mouth and laughed.

“I’ll say.” Weiss laughed.

“He’ll be mad when he gets out of there.” Nero fretted, but he was still smiling anyway.

“I imagine so.” He heard the elevator right itself and it started heading up again. “Here he comes!”

“Oh dear!” Nero laughed excited, although he had no idea why. “I guess we’ll just have to give him the slip won’t we?” Nero pushed his headpiece into Weiss’ hands before he grabbed him around the waist.

“What are you doing?” Weiss got into his brother’s jovial mood.

“Why, rescuing you of course…” Nero tittered, lifting them off of the ground and over the guardrail. They heard the ‘PING’ of the elevator door opening and Restrictor’s enraged voice. Nero swooped down quickly over the city below laughing as he went.

Weiss belted out a wicked cackle while his brother flew them over Deepground… and all the lights they saw outside the elevator. It was nice to escape from their prison, if just for one night.

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Author’s Notes:

I thought it would be neat to give my story a title in a different language. It’s called Elevator Confessional in Italian since Nero’s name is Italian for black. I would have used German but it didn’t look as good.

The elevator idea is so old, but I thought it would be funny to stuff Weiss and Nero together in one. This story came out a little goofier than I would have liked it to, but I think it started simmering down a bit near the end… before I had Restrictor show up of course. Hehe.

I think sometimes I make Weiss a little mean to Nero, but then again I think it’s just me writing about how brother’s like to tease each other coming through. The tickling, wrestling and making fun I mean. They are brothers after all, not just lovers. It comes through a lot, so it keeps me from ever making them completely serious… but it is kind of fun to write about anyway. Hopefully this time I made him sweeter to Nero than before, I had a tendency for him to go a little over the top in “Let Love Grow Between Us”.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed the fic – please review!