Just the Same

Just the Same
Like Weiss on Rice

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A fire burns
Water comes
You cool me down
When I'm cold inside
You are warm and bright
You know you are so good for me yeah…
With your child's eyes
You are more than you seem
You see into space
I see in your face
The places you've been
The things you have learned
They sit with you so beautifully yeah...

You know there's no need to hide away
You know I tell the truth
We are just the same
I can feel everything you do
Hear everything you say
Even when you're miles away
Coz I am me, the universe and you

And just like stars burning bright
Making holes in the night
We are building bridges

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Weiss was just lying there in bed again, his eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. Nero was a little unnerved by that blank stare. His eyes had long since lost their usual light.

Nero’s fingers deftly removed his clothes, having some difficulty due to his wings. However, after years of experience they were soon off with little fuss. If it was any indicator of his mood he just left them uncharacteristically on the floor. He just looked at them for a moment before sighing. He really needed a shower… but he didn’t want to leave Weiss here by himself. He had grown somewhat afraid of sleeping alone in these past few weeks.

Nero made his way to the door and Weiss’ eyes snapped to him, he could feel his blue gaze on his back. “I’ll be right back, I just need to bathe.” He felt rather than saw the tenseness draw out and the room. It was once again cold. Weiss was appeased by his answer.

Being alone like this was the worst, when Nero wasn’t around he had time to think. Weiss turned to his side and looked into the lamp light.

Weiss felt that this was stupid in a way. It wasn’t like he was a woman or something. He should be able to forget something like this easily. He should be able to sweep it under the rug and just put out of his mind… but he couldn’t somehow. Somewhere along the line he couldn’t just pretend it didn’t happen. Not when the person who had done that tormented him on a daily basis. A physical reminder of how pathetic and weak he really was.

He pushed his face into the pillow, blocking out the light with it’s fluffy down. He was still thinking about it even now. How he tried to pretend… pretend that is really wasn’t happening. He couldn’t even believe it when it had occurred. He just thought for some reason, somewhere he might have been immune to something like that. It couldn’t happen to him. He was a man. He was strong. He thought on some level that it wouldn’t be allowed despite all the other horrible things that were done to him.

What must Nero think of him? It made him want to weep, but he couldn’t do that. He needed to be stronger than this. He needed to show Nero he wasn’t completely wasted as a human being. He couldn’t do it now, not when Nero would be back soon and see.

Little did he know that Nero was in the shower contemplating the situation at hand himself. He rested his forehead against the shower wall in thought.

What would he give to just turn back time, and do everything differently?

Nero had returned to their apartment that night weeks ago only to find it completely empty. Weiss wasn’t sleeping in his room nor sitting in the living room reading books or doing whatever he did to pass the time when he wasn’t there. He shook his head and headed back to the throne room. Weiss might have gotten a little overzealous with his meditation again and fell asleep. It was quite humorous when it happened and his brother was almost always embarrassed enough to blush.

The journey always took some time. Deep Ground was by no means a small place but he made it in about twenty minutes by foot. He could have flown, but he thought he would take a walk to clear his mind.

When he had made it to the throne room it was very quiet as he expected it to be, but he didn’t find Weiss on his usual place. It was darker than normal, like someone had dimmed the lights quite a bit. That was okay, he could see just fine in the dark.

He found his brother there, naked on the floor. At first he thought he was just being cheeky. His brother was unabashed about his nakedness. He often found him lounging around their apartment in the nude more than once.

Of course once he got a closer look he had been rudely awakened to the fact his brother was injured. “Weiss?” His fingers gently grabbed a hold of his shoulder and flipped him onto his back. If he had been alarmed by the bruising on his back then he would be horrified at what he saw when he turned him. He tried to block that image out of his mind.

He was just a boy, hardly older than himself. It frightened him as much as it disgusted him. He wasn’t afraid for himself… or disgusted with Weiss. He was afraid that Weiss was dead… he was disgusted with what was done to him.

It was so hard not to react to him sometimes. He wanted to go to him and just hold him and tell him that it would be alright. He really should do that, to show he cared. But he needed to be strong now for him, as he always had. He needed to be his silent and steady brother. The one that listened to everything he had to say and remove all the stress and pain. He offered mental stability whereas Weiss offered him his strength. Unfortunately his brother wasn’t really talking… he wasn’t even reacting. He just sort of… sat there. He did cry that one night, but it seemed so long ago… and even that didn’t seem to help much. He just quieted down again as if he was ashamed of himself for doing so. He even apologized for doing it! Nero spent some time trying to reassure him to no avail. It was… frustrating.

When he was finished bathing he turned off the faucets. He hastily dried his hair so the bed wouldn’t get too wet… but not enough to leave Weiss alone for any longer than necessary. He pinned his hair up for the night in a tightly woven bun, only held together with a couple of chopsticks and a few bobby pins. Somehow he made it work.

He then wrapped the towel around his middle and made his way back into the bedroom. At least his brother had moved a bit. Weiss had his head shoved into his pillow. The lamp was probably bothering him. Nero sat on the bed beside his sibling, leaning over him to turn off the light. The water from his hair dripped down his chin as he did. The now cold water trickled onto the back of Weiss’ neck and he flinched. “Sorry.”

Nero was getting closer to him now. Weiss felt his heart skip faster like it always did when he was around. If dreams of them together had entered his mind, and they did, they were gone now. Going to him now would be humiliating on every level. He knew what happened to him.

Not to mention if any visions of him protecting Nero had been there before, they were a joke. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even stop something like this from happening to him. What could he offer his brother now? His virginity? His body? Those had been taken and sullied as well. He didn’t have anything to give anymore. “It’s okay.” He finally said into the pillow.

At least he was talking. “Having problems sleeping?” Nero asked, moving his wings out of the way so he could settle down on his back.

“Yeah.” Weiss voice was muffled.

“Want to talk about anything?” About… I don’t know, like what happened? Maybe it would make you feel better. But Nero couldn’t be that cruel. He would talk when he was ready.

“No.” Weiss’s voice was once again blocked somewhat by the pillow, but he could understand him clearly.

Nero pulled the blankets over his shoulders. “Well I suppose I can talk a bit if you will not.”

“If you want to.” Weiss turned on to his side, his back to him, praying he wouldn’t look over and see the expression on his face.

Nero thought he would poke at him a bit. “Hmmm, more than two words this time. One might think you’re trying to be conversational.” He was rewarded with a small snicker from Weiss. Thank goodness he hasn’t lost his sense of humor. Maybe he could get Weiss to think about happier things for a bit. “Remember when we first met?”

“Yes.” How could he forget?

“I thought you were such a strange boy.” Nero began with a laugh.

“Thanks Mr. Straitjacket.” Weiss grumbled, drawing the covers up over his chin.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Nero pushed at him playfully. “I just didn’t know why you were being so nice to me.”

Weiss sighed. “Because I loved you.”

“I don’t know why though, you’ve never met me before.” Nero said honestly.

“I guess I was just lonely. I found out about you… poking around files.” Weiss had never told him this before. “I… thought you had been dead for a while.”

“You knew about me before?” He didn’t know that.

“Of course, I held you when you were first born.” Weiss muttered. “I was so happy when I found out I got sick all over Restrictor’s boots…” He flinched for a moment, that happy moment somewhat dimmed.

But Nero wouldn’t let him just fall into silence again. “Really? I didn’t think you could’ve held me.” Weiss could fight it now. He was fairly resistant to his darkness because of his strength and light. When they were younger Weiss had been much more vulnerable to him. He never sought to take advantage of it though. As Weiss never took advantage of the power he had over his little brother now.

“Hm, for some reason you didn’t suck me into you. I don’t know why though.” Weiss smiled a bit. “They were so pissed when I went in there. They thought I was a goner.” He frowned then. “When I found out they weren’t really feeding you I wanted to go in and give you something.”

“Thank you for that by the way, my growth was already stunted enough. I am sure I would have been only five feet tall if you hadn’t.” Nero tittered. If he hadn’t died of starvation first that was.

Weiss felt bad about that. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“I can not believe I would have been just as tall as you.” Nero tried imagining it for a moment; instead of having to look up he could’ve seen Weiss eye to eye.

Weiss was thinking the same thing. “I wish I would have found out sooner.”

“Do not worry about it.” Nero smiled, looking at the back of his head. “I don’t mind being short. Besides… we only needed one twiggy looking person in our family.” Weiss would have surely been malnourished as well if he had been feeding him all that time.

Weiss snickered despite himself. “I guess.”

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Nero remembered one time in particular that Weiss had come to see him when they were younger. He remembered thinking: That boy came in to see him again. He didn’t quite know what he was up to or what he wanted when he visited, but he brought with him food so he wasn’t going to complain. “Hey.” The white haired boy said simply, sitting next to him with an odd sort of container. He peeled back the foil and there was some food inside.

He must have been a little older than him. He was a tall and well built lad. When he turned his head to look at him, sometimes a white strand of his hair would brush up against his face.

He definitely didn’t know what personal space was… their thighs touched while he sat next to him. He was close enough to feel his breath against his face. He could smell him even. Some odd sweet smell that he would learn later was the smell of lavender. It wafted to his nostrils every time he moved. It was a calming smell.

Weiss, he was sure that was his name. He was pretty bad with names but great with faces. He only remembered his name because that was the color of his hair. He was very forward, he didn’t hesitate to tell him anything he might have observed about little Nero. He seemed fascinated with him but he couldn’t fathom why.

He told him once, that he smelled like sweet dirt. Whatever that meant. Weiss many years down the road would correct himself and say he smelled like patchouli… something that reminded him of the earth. But that was neither here nor there.

Weiss was picking out a few things with a plastic fork. Those were his favorites Nero knew… that he was feeding him. He could tell how Weiss looked at certain things what he liked and what he didn’t like. A part of him was touched, that he would give him something that he himself wanted to eat.

Although he admitted to himself on more than one occasion that he wished to be left alone, he found himself enjoying being with this boy.

“These are good.” Weiss said, forking a bit of potato in his own mouth. The same utensil he used to feed Nero. He didn’t seem to mind sharing everything with him.

“Yes.” Was all he could mutter before Weiss was shoving the fork back into his mouth.

“You have a funny accent.” Weiss said in his boyish way, “Everyone else does around here too. I guess it’s just kinda weird.”

“I have an accent?” He never knew! He thought he sounded just like Weiss did… huh… strange.

“Of course!” Weiss laughed before moving onto the desert, he never waited until the end to enjoy his sweets.

He liked that laugh, he liked that smile. He never wanted them to go away. They rarely did, Weiss was quite a happy boy. At least when he was with him. “Why do you always come here?” He just had to ask, but somewhat afraid if he did that this would all end and he would be starving and alone again.

“B-because.” Weiss seemed suddenly nervous, like he was afraid to admit why.

“Because why?”

“Because…” Weiss was blushing now and poking at the food before he decided to feed Nero some more to keep him quiet while he talked on embarrassedly. “I want to… and I’m lonely and… I promised.” He said in order.

“Promised who?”

He looked like he was about to confess something very important to him. “Our mother.”

Wait… our mother?

“We’re brothers.” Weiss explained. “Sorry I didn’t say… I guess I was just scared.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know… I thought you would hate me.” Weiss was getting a little upset it seemed, he was poking at the food more, making little cross hatches in the potatoes and stabbing at the mystery meat in the center.

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Nero broke out of his musings and asked. “Why did you think I would be mad at you?”

“Hm?” Obviously Weiss hadn’t been thinking about the same thing.

“That one time you fed me… and told me we were related. Why did you think I would hate you?”

“I don’t know.” He could tell by his voice that Weiss was embarrassed. “I thought you might be mad… because they were feeding me and not you. Because you were kept away from everyone while I got to walk around.”

“You thought I would be envious?” Nero mumbled.

“I guess.” Weiss scratched the back of his head with his massive hand before it disappeared once more under the covers. “I just wanted you to look up to me… instead of being mad that you didn’t have the same things I did.”

Nero never envied Weiss at all. He loved him! He definitely felt sorry for him. They ignored Nero for the most part, but Weiss… Weiss was held under the microscope. He was powerful and unpredictable. He definitely kept everyone on their toes. Nero knew how that felt to a degree, people were afraid of him too by association. Of course, they were afraid of him for other reasons as well.

Weiss must have been a sad, lonely boy to want to seek out his wretched companionship. He wasn’t exactly talkative back in those days, preferring to listen to Weiss speak more than anything. He was a good listener at any rate, something that Weiss took blind advantage of. Something he wasn’t taking advantage of right now even though he needed to.

Therefore, Nero felt useless himself. He was used to listening to Weiss… giving occasional private council when he was asked his opinion on a matter. It’s not that Weiss didn’t already have everything figured out. He just liked listening to a different opinion every so often. Nero felt that he no longer had a purpose nowadays.

“I could never be mad at you Weiss, not after everything you did for me.” He thought he would add. “I would not have been mad at you… even if you never came in with a bite to eat. I would have started gnawing on my leg though.” Again Weiss laughed. He was on a roll today.

But the guilt was eating at him, and he was going to say something stupid now to ruin it all. “I’m sorry Weiss.” He said suddenly.

Weiss shifted uncomfortably. “For what?”

“It’s my fault this happened.”

“What?” Weiss shook his head. What the hell was he going on about? Why did he blame himself?

“If I had…” Nero stopped trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice. He thought about that day often, if he had only rounded the corner to the left… he would have been face to face with Restrictor. Giving him what he wanted… a tool to taunt Weiss with. He could have helped him, he was sure. Hojo had been trying to find Nero as well, if he had been there with Weiss and Restrictor… then Hojo might have found them and would have kept this from happening. The whole time he had been with the scientist he had felt sick for some reason, like there might have been something wrong. He just took it as his natural aversion to the man. “If I had been there…”

So that was it. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Weiss sighed. “You couldn’t have done anything.”

“I could have… I know it.” This was so stupid of him, he was supposed to be supporting Weiss in his time of need, and here he was feeling sorry for himself in a way. Then again, he wasn’t sure what to do anymore.

“He would have just beaten the crap out of you and made you watch.” Weiss rolled over again, not wanting to look at him. Or Nero would have offered himself up like an idiot. Restrictor had mentioned that to him. It had already been bad enough that Nero had found him… just like he said he would. He had already been humiliated… having someone see him… having Restrictor make him repeat what they agreed upon…

Oh God, why not just ask already, it’s not like he hadn’t brought it up anyway. “Will you just talk to me already?” Nero just wanted him to say something… anything.

Weiss growled. “What do you want me to say?”

What did he want him to–? “How you feel maybe?”

But Weiss didn’t want to talk about it. “I feel like crap.”

“Ugh.” Of course he wouldn’t.

“What?!” Weiss turned over and glared at him now. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to talk to me!” He repeated. “I want you to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours!”

“You know what’s wrong with me?” He questioned angrily.

Finally! “What?”

“You!”

“Me?” Nero hadn’t expected that. “What did I do?”

“Nothing!” Weiss yelled. “Nothing at all. Damn it.” He was driving him insane.

“So you are mad at me for doing nothing?” Nero wasn’t even sure where the hell he was going with this, but being so confused about Weiss’ feelings started making him angry for some reason or another. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, you flying rat.”

“Oh that’s a new one Weiss.” Nero growled at him, crossing his arms. “Damn pussy cat.”

He hated being called names! “Don’t call me that!” Weiss shrieked.

“Pussy cat! Pussy cat!” Nero yelled to taunt him.

They glared across the bed at each other. For the first time in their lives it looked like they might just lay into the other with their fists. Weiss was the first one to crack a smile once he realized how ridiculous they were being.

“Nero, why the hell are we fighting again?”

Nero stopped short. “I have no idea.” He started to snicker and Weiss joined in until they were all out laughing. “I love you.” Nero said a little too suddenly for his own liking. Hopefully Weiss would just take it the wrong way than he meant it.

Weiss just looked at him for a moment, as if he might have suspected something. Then he just turned his eyes downward, maybe believing his revelation was inaccurate or wishful thinking. “I… love you too.”

“Weiss, I just want you to be happy again.” Nero was too embarrassed to look at his face, so he looked at the blanket instead. “Or as close to happy as you were.”

“I know.” His voice had taken on a quiet tone again.

“I am here for you… always.”

“I know.” Weiss nodded his head slightly, looking just a wee bit sad.

“When you said that I upset you…”

“I’m not mad at you.” Weiss’ face turned somewhat unreadable, the only thing that gave him away was the nervous way in which he was twisting the sheets in his fingers. “I’m just upset at myself.”

A trickle of water from his hair ran down Nero’s face as he sat up and looked at his brother fully. “What on earth for?”

“I don’t know.” God, why was this so hard? “I have these feelings for you… and I don’t know what to do with them.”

Nero didn’t want to let his hopes get too high even though it sounded dangerously close to something he had been waiting for. He needed to act as dense as possible lest he belt out another confession of his love… only this time with more feeling… and there was definitely a kiss involved in there somewhere. “What do you mean?”

Oh holy… what did he mean? “I can’t say.” He sat up abruptly and tore the sheets off the bed, sending Nero spinning on the mattress.

No! Wait! Wait! He wanted to yell, but he was too damn dizzy. He tried to follow his brother as he exited the room, but he ended up falling off the side of the bed onto his back. His wings made an odd metallic crunching sound. Nothing he wasn’t used to though. He had to flip himself onto his stomach and lift himself up again. He scrambled through the door and watched as the front door closed. Did he just walk out the door naked?! His own state of undress was very real… but he had to poke his head outside anyway.

He only saw Weiss, sheet clad, walking down the hallway and muttering. “Weiss!” He hissed. “You are NAKED! Have you gone insane?”

Weiss stopped to acknowledge him, turning his head around to the door that was cracked open just enough to let Nero’s head through. He shook his head ever so slightly at his question. Hell yes he had gone insane, he was ruining everything.

“Get back here right now!” Nero tried not to yell too loudly. Weiss glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that! You’re the one who’s naked in the hallway!”

“I’m not naked! I have a sheet on!” Weiss said lamely.

He almost smiled at that ridiculous answer. “That is naked enough.”

“Only because you’re a prude.”

What?! Prude? Prude! He was anything but! He just wasn’t overly open about it. “Prude? At least I have had sex unlike…” Oh shit! At Weiss’ faltering expression he just shook his hand and said, “Forget I said that. Just get in here would you?”

Nero was really starting to get on his nerves issuing commands at him like that. “Stop ordering me around you little runt.”

“Runt?!” Nero shrieked. “Runt? Why don’t you come over here and say that?” Weiss stomped over to him angrily. “Ha! Got to you to come over here! Now get inside!”

Weiss looked at him, utterly annoyed. “You little-!”

“Pussy cat!” Nero taunted before ducking inside and shutting the door.

Weiss growled and grabbed at the doorknob. It wouldn’t turn. It was locked. “Let me in you stupid brat!” He rapped on the door hard enough to shake it on its hinges. He thought he heard an ‘I don’t think so’ from the other side and he let out an enraged yell. He backed away from the door, ready to ram it. Just as he got near it the door flew open and he fell through right on his face. He probably had a rug burn going down his chest, nose and cheeks. “NERO!”

Oh wow, Weiss was really scary when he was angry. His big brother chased him around the house, mindful not to knock anything over as he went. Weiss might be mad but he could easily destroy the room if he wanted to. His white haired sibling almost had him at one point but ended up tripping on the corner of the sheet he hadn’t let go of just yet.

Nero looked at him a bit wildly. “That wasn’t my fault!”

Weiss was ready to hop up and lay into him, but then he finally knew what he was trying to do. Nero was deliberately trying to piss him off. Risking an almost certain throttling just so he wouldn’t think of…

He was getting that look on his face again and Nero cursed. “Damn it Weiss!” Nero walked over to him and Weiss stood, towering over him.

How was it that Nero had the ability to look up at him and yet at the same time make him feel smaller? It must have been the eyes. Either that or the way he was barely tilting his chin.

“Why do you keep running away from me?”

“I’m right here aren’t I?” Weiss growled.

“You know what I meant.”

He did.

“Is it always going to be like this?” Nero wondered. “Not about that other thing… but about us?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But he did.

“Look, I’ve tried being patient. I don’t know how you feel… but…” What he had said earlier gave him a little confidence to go on. “Do you love me?”

“Of course.” Weiss answered instantly. “You know I do.”

“No, do you love me?” Nero asked seriously.

How could he ask that of him? There was a chance he might feel the same, but he also hadn’t given him any word that might be misconstrued as he might love him like that too. Had he noticed? The way he looked at him sometimes? He knew Restrictor had, he said so while he…

“Do not think about that right now.” Nero sighed. He was worried Weiss might be associating himself a little too closely with what happened. “Just tell me.” But Weiss couldn’t even look at him. “Do you want me to tell you first?” His brother seemed a little surprised when he said that. “I love you Weiss. I really love you.”

His heart stopped for a moment before it beat so loudly that it nearly drowned out his hearing. “Do you?” He was almost afraid to ask.

His voice sounded so hopeful that it made Nero’s heart flutter in response. Like they called out to each other. “Yes, love, like those romance novels you read.” At Weiss’ horrified expression he laughed and said. “And don’t try to deny it! I have looked under your mattress.”

The euphoria of being told how Nero felt was short lived. “You LOOKED under my mattress?” And he thought he was being a perverted old man! Apparently his little brother was a stalker.

Nero couldn’t help but notice that Weiss’ eyes had regained their focus as he got flustered. He didn’t bring it to his brother’s attention, but it made him so happy to see them again. “It is my duty as your younger brother to go snooping around your things every so often.” He said importantly.

“What else did you look at?” Weiss was worried now.

“I know that you had a crush on Rosso when you were seven.” Weiss made a face at him again. “Don’t worry, I did not read any of your new diaries,” He smiled as if to say he might have felt doing that might have been going too far. That was until he opened his mouth and said, “They were much too hard to get to… you keep them in your lock box and I do not know the combination.”

Oh that little imp! “How kind of you to respect my privacy.” His voice just dripped with sarcasm. He pointed a finger at him then. “And they are called journals.”

“Of course.” Nero chirped.

“I guess next you’ll say that you have pictures of me sleeping.”

“Well…”

“Nero!” Weiss’s voice rose in pitch.

“I am only kidding… but I do have that photo of you on my nightstand.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Nero!” This was unbelievable!

“My, my Weiss... I quite like it when you scream my name like that.” He started sauntering up to him and Weiss blushed at his state of undress. “Don’t you have something you want to tell me?”

“Like?”

“Like how you feel?” He was sure of himself now.

Weiss was a little embarrassed about everything that he could only muster a: “Well… I love you too.”

“How heartfelt.” Nero teased.

“I love you, okay? I’ve loved you everyday and I just… I just wanted to be with you. But I didn’t want to ask you. I didn’t want to screw everything up.”

“I guess that is something we have in common then.” Nero smiled, touching the side of his brother’s face. He wondered if he tilted his chin up just for a moment, would Weiss take the initiative? He probably wouldn’t, he knew… but he thought he would give him a chance. Try now or forever hold your peace.

Weiss just stared at him, wondering why his brother had stopped talking. He took note of the angle of his head… but he couldn’t just kiss him right? It felt like he had stuffing in lieu of his brains. Either that or the connection between his mind and the rest of his body had been cut off… because he found he couldn’t even move. He probably looked like a fool to Nero, who was probably waiting for him to actually do something… anything to indicate he might want him.

He couldn’t take it anymore, his look was evidence enough. “You’re always so confidant Weiss. I wonder why you are hesitating so much?” Nero teased, flicking a finger underneath Weiss’ chin like he might a pet. Weiss huffed at him, breaking himself out of his trace. “There’s my spunky little kitty.”

Why did everyone on earth decide to give him that stupid name? His father did it first, then Restrictor, then Nero and then the rest of the Tsviets. The only ones who didn’t call him that name were Argento and Shelke. “I’m not a kitty.”

“Of course not.” Nero grinned. “I think I know why you are hesitating though…” He said knowingly.

Weiss took the bait. “Why is that?”

“Because secretly… I think you want me to take over.” His fingers found the chopsticks he had held his hair up with and tugged them out. The sodden tresses fell down his back.

This was horribly embarrassing, but Nero pulling his hair down hair down distracted him somewhat. “You think that?”

“I know that.”

It clicked in his brain, that he wouldn’t have said that unless he knew absolutely sure. Nero was a bit like him in that respect. He was cautious and didn’t reveal his hand unless he knew he would win. “You read my journal you little liar.”

“Some of it… you left it out one night.”

He could just wring his neck. He might have if it wasn’t his little brother. His little brother who was completely naked… standing right in front of him… and wrapping an arm around his shoulder like he might want a kiss.

It’s hard trying to take the lead when you’re shorter than the person you want to ravage Nero realized. He couldn’t do anything to him unless he leaned down, which he was doing right now. Mmm. His lips quirked, he couldn’t wait to kiss him. His arms spun around his neck and jerked him down the rest of the way.

Weiss’ eyes widened momentarily before they closed again. Nero was being pretty pushy. This was not at all what he had expected. His slender arms wrapped around and over his shoulders, pulling him down even further. He was going to get a kink in his neck if he stayed this way too long… but… Nero’s teeth were nibbling gently on his lips before his tongue traced the narrow slit of his mouth. The soft wetness of it pleaded for entrance. He opened his eyes and realized Nero’s red gaze never left his. They told him to part his lips and teeth, he complied. The tongue slipped in briefly, unsatisfying before it retreated. Before Weiss could make a noise of protest or move his mouth down to capture Nero’s, his little brother was silencing him with another well placed kiss.

“Get on your knees.” Nero purred. Weiss managed to wade through the haziness of his mind to give him a questioning look. “You’ll see.” His light haired sibling just smiled oddly before he knelt down in front of him. Horribly enough Weiss was still almost as tall as he was like this. He cursed his stunted growth but decided that maybe this was a bad time to think of such things. “My beautiful Weiss.” He cupped his brother’s face and brought his lips down.

If he ever wondered why Nero wanted him to kneel, he understood now. With his head tilted back like this he could reach even deeper. It was definitely a different experience, looking up while being kissed, but it was nice as well. He could lean into Nero now and not have to support his weight… good thing too because he was starting to feel light headed. His small fingers were weaving through his hair. It relaxed him and exciting him at the same time.

Weiss’ mouth was so sweet… like those lotus candies he stuffed in his mouth when he didn’t think anyone was watching. He could suck on his tongue all day, twirling it, rubbing it and drawing it into his mouth. It took Nero a moment to realize that Weiss was shaking.

He opened his eyes again to make sure he was alright. He could have smiled then, but didn’t want to distract his lover. Weiss was fine, thank goodness. He was afraid he might have scared him. He was just excited and inexperienced. His large hands trembled at his back and waist, trying to find a place to rest.

He then chose the scrape his nails against his scalp, he knew he loved that. Weiss moaned into his throat and tilted his head back even further. He was making this much too easy for him. His tongue plunged as far as it could go.

“Nero…” Weiss was gasping between kisses. “Nero.”

He was going to end up taking him on the damned floor right here and now if they didn’t get a move on to Weiss’ bed room. So close, yet so far away. “Get up.” Nero rumbled.

Weiss stood on shaky legs. Before he knew it he was being shepherded into his room. Nero’s feet went forward and he either walked backwards or he would have been run into. His back hit the cold surface of the door and Nero’s hand was on the knob beside him almost instantly. His brother’s fingers grabbed a hold of his arm before he fell backwards into the room. Again he was advanced on until his knees hit the back of the bed and Nero’s hand shot up and pushed him down the rest of the way.

In all honesty he was strong enough to shove Nero away if he wanted to, but something in the back of his mind told him to remain placid just to find out what would happen next. Weiss tried to sit up at one moment but Nero growled in response, pushing him right back onto the bed.

No movement was wasted as he leaned down and tasted his lips again. It excited him to know he was going to change those innocent looking blue eyes into something sinful, passionate and dark like himself. He was going to make him dirty and lustful… until he saw no one and didn’t want anyone else but him.

Weiss was starting to grow a little alarmed by the look in his brother’s eyes. They were taking on a dark and wicked quality he wasn’t sure he liked. “Nero…”

“Sit up.” Nero growled. He did. He almost shivered at his compliance. “Open your legs.”

Weiss did as he was told. At this point he was shaking like a leaf. He had to keep reminding himself that this was Nero. Nero wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Also, he could beat the hell out of him if he so chose. That helped just a little, but he couldn’t help the nervous shake in his body no matter how hard he tried. He probably looked ridiculous.

Nero tittered in response, going to him and kneeling before him. Weiss’ body was still trembling, but definitely lost some of its tenseness at his gentle gestures. “Sweet Weiss,” He wanted to reassure him, he had no intention of just tossing him on the bed and taking him like some animal. “I will make sure I please you… do not be afraid of me. Don’t be afraid of this.”

“I’m not.” But he was… he really wasn’t sure what to expect. The only experience he ever had with someone else was with someone who wanted to hurt him. He flinched when Nero tugged the sheet out of his lap and exposed him.

His eyes widened momentarily before a hungry smile grew on his lips. He placed a kiss on the end of his shaft before nuzzling it. “Do not worry, I’ll be gentle.” His tongue darted out and he was rewarded with a gasp. Weiss was already excited. It didn’t take much to get his length to raise to attention the rest of the way. God he was huge, of course, he already knew that. His lips curled around his length, he made sure to cast a heated gaze up to Weiss before his head bobbed downward and took him all the way down to the base of his dick.

The arm that he held himself up with had to bunch themselves into the sheets. He stifled a scream that was threatening to erupt in the back of his throat as his little brother sucked, nipped and pulled at his length. His other hand was lost in Nero’s dark hair, twirling it, stroking it and anything else he could think of to keep it busy. Nero was growling, vibrating his arousal into his wet mouth. He released him and Weiss thought he might die if he stopped for long.

“Scream,” He purred. “Yell. Don’t hold back. It is just me and you. Don’t be embarrassed.” All simple commands before his mouth enclosed on his length again.

Weiss was embarrassed. His moans and gasping weren’t exactly cute or pretty, but he did it anyway.

Even though Weiss didn’t seem to think so, Nero thought the sounds were beautiful. He loved watching as those blue eyes glazed over, how they closed momentarily when he found something he did particularly enjoyable. He also loved when his lips parted into a moan, or how those angry looking eyebrows jutted up in an emotion not at all to be associated with Weiss. His face looked softer now… happy. Content. He was glad he could do this for him. He wanted Weiss to always be like this.

Nero drew it out, just wanting to see his face like that. He enjoyed watching those fingers of his dislodge themselves from his hair and bunch the sheets between them rhythmically. Weiss’ left foot found his thigh, it rested against it, and after a while it rubbed the skin it found there unconsciously. His feet were as calloused as his hands were… all rough as was his exterior. Only he knew about the soft little boy inside. Only he would get to see it.

He was too good to him, his Nero. Weiss might have saved his life as a child, but he did more than he would ever know. He gave him his companionship and gentle presence. It was enough for him to just be there, but he gave him his love as well. He never expected anything like this… nothing this good to happen to him. But it was happening like some sort of dream. If it was he hoped he wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t want this to end.

But his mouth was just a little too warm and sweet, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. “Nero…” He clenched his teeth and his back arched ever so slightly… trying to find a means of not thrusting his hips forward and choking him. Nero didn’t seem to mind, ready for his reaction. His cum pulsed forth, being sucked into his brother’s greedy mouth.

Nero looked down at him heatedly. He was practically glowing in the aftermath. That red stain of embarrassment and satisfaction across his cheeks drove his mind crazy. It occurred to him that this would be a great position to take him from… He would once he was finished working him up again.

Weiss’ eyes were closed, but they soon opened when he felt Nero leaning over him for a kiss. His tongue once again plunged into his mouth. A salty, musky taste that could only be his own cum mingling with their own particular flavors until it faded. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, one that was quickly turning into something passionate and Nero moved over him and moved his arousal against his own.

He hadn’t expected to be the one being ravaged. In his dreams he had always been the one leaning over Nero, making him quiver and sigh. Maybe it was because that’s how he thought of them. He thought he needed to be the one to do it. He was the stronger one. He should be a man and take over. His arms went up around his neck and drew him down for a kiss.

Nero laughed. His brother’s arms were much too heavy to fight against and kissed him before Weiss had a chance to claim his. “I will make you so happy my love.” He purred sweetly. “Just leave everything to me.”

Weiss sighed against his lips. But despite those dreams, there was always that secret yearning for someone who would lead him for a change. He wanted someone who would be tender and kind to him… someone like Nero. Someone to love and care for him… like someone else did so long ago.

He felt his brother’s lips on his neck, sucking and biting. He left with them marks against his white skin, branding him in a way. He didn’t mind as long as he was Nero’s he was okay. His hands came up to touch him, but Nero batted his hands down again. Indicating he should just lay back and enjoy himself. His fingers found themselves once again anchored into the sheets.

It was easy to let go of himself now. If he just let it happen. He had been so afraid for so long of letting himself feel anything. It was hard to let someone else just take over and control him. It was like a sweet relief now, rather than a fear. Nero leaned down over his chest and his tongue twirled around his nipple he gasped. He was sure he wasn’t supposed to enjoy it that much. He thought only women liked that sort of thing.

“So sensitive…” Nero flicked his other with his fingernail while his tongue rubbed over the first. His Nii-san was beautiful, closing his eyes like that and blushing even deeper. His innocent squirming was the best though, as he realized how much he took pleasure in this. His tongue went lower then, he almost laughed at the disappointed sigh. Maybe one day soon he would take the time to toy with Weiss and drive him insane with want, but not today. Today he wanted to take him and show him just how much he could please him. To show him what it was like to be loved by him instead of some horrible insensitive cad. He felt himself grow angry, but quickly realized he needed to squelch it before Weiss sensed it and wondered what was wrong with him.

His fingers went around his shaft as he licked the contours of his chest. Weiss shivered again. His fingers were gentle as they pulled it into a state of arousal once more. They weren’t biting and hard, ripping at his skin until he felt it would simply tear under the pressure.

“Weiss… look at me.” Nero’s voice was so soft. He didn’t have the heart to refuse. “I want you to see me when I take you.” His fingers were drawn into his mouth, coating them with saliva before lowering themselves to his entrance. Nero’s eyes never left him, watching for some unfavorable reaction. His brother just looked at him curiously so he wasn’t too worried. Nero tugged him to the end of the bed by the back of his knees.

He lifted him up into position and Weiss felt the tip of his arousal rub against him. A minute amount of fear crept up on him, and it was all he could do to remain docile and not flip Nero off of him right away.

His expression might never have changed, or maybe just slightly, but Nero knew him well enough. He needed to take this slowly. He felt Weiss’ body tense up quite a bit. Maybe talking would help to relax him. “You work so hard my love. Always fighting, always stressed and tired. Why don’t you relax for a while and let me take over?” He thought he would tease him. “Don’t you deserve it?”

“You’re just saying that so I’ll let you take me.” Weiss snickered, finding humor in his words.

“How right you are.” Good, he was calming down now. “I will be as gentle as I can, I won’t try to hurt you.” He didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep, hopefully he would make this nice for him though.

“O-okay.” Weiss closed his eyes, willing his body to just relax already.

Nero waited for a moment, giving him some time to calm down. When he felt his body settle down he pushed his head into Weiss. Weiss gasped, half expecting to feel a tearing sensation. “Are you okay?” Nero asked.

“Y-yes.” He couldn’t seem to keep his voice even.

But he had to make sure. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” What the hell was the matter with him? He couldn’t seem to stop blushing, that hot feeling rushed to his face again. “It feels nice.”

Nero exhaled a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.” He pushed himself into him gently, back and forth in a gentle sawing motion until Weiss’ body adjusted to him.

Weiss couldn’t believe the difference. This was definitely nothing like he had anticipated. Nero’s gentle presence within him was not tearing and harsh. It was more of a soft grind and pull. He looked into his face, those gentle eyes. The love he saw for him there was naked and unabashed. How could he have missed it before? If only he had seen it… maybe they would have been together first. He felt something thick in the back of his throat well up.

“Do not cry Nii-san.” Nero begged. Had he been crying? He felt a trail of wetness down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Nero.” Weiss blushed, not quite used to saying it yet.

Nero found it adorable. His fingers wrapped around his manhood once more, pumping him as he continued to thrust his hips forward. Weiss chose to grip the sheets in a different manner, to the side of his head. He was holding on, as if he thought he might slip from the bed if he didn’t. His feet where on the floor, lifting himself up to give him better access… which be blindly took advantage of. He was so beautiful… sweating, panting and moaning brazenly as he stroked and fucked him. His already harsh breathing started to grate. He couldn’t believe that he was doing this to him, his brother, his sweet Nii-san. He pushed a little harder, a little faster, all the while watching him. Weiss cried out, arching up, his face so flushed with passion that his mind nearly shut off for a moment. “Weiss…” Nero’s hands felt to either side of him and he pounded into that tight warmth.

“Nero…” His corded neck twisted to the side, his sharp hair bouncing as he was being thrust into. His lengthy bangs were tossed into his face. Nero kept pushing against something within him that caused him to gasp and moan every time he brushed against it. His rhythmic thrusting combined with his tugging fingers were slowly wearing away at him. He didn’t usually indulge himself by masturbating more than once, mostly because the second time around usually took too damn long in his opinion… but Nero was working him up pretty easily and relatively quickly.

He watched those aqua depths darken to violet. He didn’t have the heart to ask him to hold on for just a few more minutes. He just wanted to watch Weiss cum under him again.

“Ngh!” His teeth clenched together with a clicking sound. He spastically thrust himself into his brother’s hand and that filling warmth that pushed into him. “Nero!” He came into his hand then, writhing pitifully afterwards.

He called to him and Nero almost smiled at that. “My Weiss…” He waited until his brother had calmed down beneath him.

“You know… you’re really embarrassing me.” Weiss thought he would tease.

Nero did smile that time. “How’s that?”

“You’ve been able to hold on longer.”

“Yes well…” He had some practice before… that and he masturbated earlier. He had been feeling bad for his brother as of late, but his hormones stopped for no one. He watched as Weiss tightened his hold on the bed, he curiously watched as his legs circled his waist and constricted around him. “Weiss?” He only managed to get the name past his lips before his brother flipped him across the bed. He half grinned at the playful look on Weiss’ face when he pounced on him.

“Little brother…” He purred.

“Yes big brother?” He laughed.

“Want me to take care of your little problem?”

Nero giggled at that. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Watching his brother’s muscular form raise and lower over him was almost enough to undo him right then and there. He had always appreciated how well built he was, especially when he sparred with him. He had a warm nature, so he often went shirtless. What a treat to get to see him everyday but also what a torture as well. It was nice seeing him writhe underneath him, but this was also just a sweet a vision. Nero loved watching as the blood rushed to Weiss’ face as he lifted and dropped himself on his shaft. How those muscles of his bunched and released as he moved. Nero’s fingers found his thighs and rubbed them gently. They soon lifted and played with the lines of his brother’s chest before his fingernail scraped against his nipples. He lifted his hips into Weiss as he brought himself down, eliciting an almost pained cry from him. “Nii-san?”

“It’s okay.” Apparently it hadn’t bothered Weiss too much because it hadn’t broken his steady rhythm at all.

He might have been pushing a little too deep just yet… “Nii-san…” His fingers once again were placed on his thighs. “Faster Nii-san.”

Weiss tittered. “This is all you’re getting out of me in this position.” And he continued his wonderful impalement.

This is exactly why he always liked being on top. Some had an unhealthy habit of teasing him… maybe it was the way he looked but it drove him crazy when they would do things like this. Of course… this wasn’t just anyone. This was Weiss, his brother… that he had been daydreaming about for years now. Still… he was doing the same sort of things everyone else did to him. His darkness surged forward, having no real physical power over Weiss he could at least make the larger man lighter and therefore much easier to tip… which he was doing right now.

Weiss didn’t seem too surprised when Nero appeared above him with a smile, his back to the bed again. Nero often employed that trick when they were younger to get him off of him when they wrestled around. “You could’ve just asked.”

“I did…”

Yes, to go faster, not get off of him. “To move?”

“Where is the fun in that?”

Weiss rolled his eyes and Nero couldn’t help but feel happy. Weiss might still be blushing but he definitely had lost most of his nervousness. At least he wasn’t afraid anymore as he grabbed one of his legs and slid into him in a smooth thrust. His expression of almost pained pleasure elicited a sort of joyfulness from his body. “Nii-san…” He started with a slow pace momentarily before picking it up and just slammed into him.

Weiss was once again grasping the sheets between his fingers, not trusting himself to grab out at Nero and hurt him because he couldn’t think properly. With every push he made a strangled gasping noise, if he didn’t all out scream for him.

After having pleased Weiss twice he decided it was time for him to cum himself. He couldn’t hold on anymore anyway. His head bowed against Weiss’ chest as he came. “Ngh! Ah! Oh… God… Weiss…” His body jerked as he released himself there, collapsing on top of him.

Weiss brushed his hands through his dark hair then, smiling. When Nero removed himself he dragged him up to him until he was resting against his chest.

“Mmm Weiss.” He kissed him again, his mouth tasting just as sweet as the first time.

Weiss continued combing his fingers through his still damp tresses. “Worn out yet?”

“I think I could go again.” Nero teased.

Weiss wasn’t going to have any of that though. “I’m afraid I’m only good for two rides a night thank you.”

Nero burst out laughing, not at all expecting that response. “Maybe I could convince you…”

“Not tonight you’re not.” Weiss chuckled. “I’m tired.” And a little sore, but he didn’t want to make him worry. He had a pretty high threshold for pain. What he had experienced just now… it was worth feeling a little discomfort afterwards.

“I guess we do have to wake up early.” Nero conceded.

Weiss grumbled at that. “I don’t want to do anything tomorrow.”

Nero rolled off of him then, laying himself to Weiss’ side. He moved up just a little until his older brother turned and rested his head on his shoulder. “I guess we could pretend like we are sick.”

Weiss knew this might sound a little cruel, but he couldn’t help it. “Yeah, you could cook us breakfast. I’m sure that’ll keep us throwing up until they let us off for the day.” Nero smacked his shoulder and he laughed.

“That wasn’t nice.”

“If it’ll keep you out of the kitchen it is.” Weiss tittered, resting his hand on his brother’s chest. He felt the arm underneath him pull his head closer before his hand curled around his forehead. Nero’s free hand reached up to grasp the hand he had placed on his chest in a tender embrace. He felt loved.

“Point taken.” Nero smiled into Weiss’ hair. “I will let you cook from now on. Well, except for tomorrow I guess.” They both laughed. “Let us get some sleep then.”

Weiss closed his eyes and smiled. He still couldn’t quite believe it. But here they were, in each others arms at last. He felt so much lighter now. Lighter than he had in years.

“Goodnight Weiss.” Nero leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“G’night Nero.”

The two of them snuggled just a little closer, starting to fall asleep with contented smiles. “I love you.” They said together.

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Author Notes:

Edited on 12/31/06:

I want to thank Heesh for giving my story a read through and helping me correct a few grammatical errors. I’ve also gone through again and corrected some of Nero’s dialog.

If you’ve noticed – Nero tends to not use abbreviated words as much as Weiss does. Words like “don’t, I’ll, you’ve, won’t” turns into “do not, I will, you have, will not.” Sometimes he does say these things because it would be too awkward for him to do it all the time. However, I thought since he speaks with an English accent (in the English DoC) it would make more sense if he didn’t use those words too much. (I'm sure British people do use these words - but this is easier than having to read up on his accent. He has lived with Weiss for a while, so I’m guessing his accent would become muddled after a while.

I think maybe I make Weiss speak a little too informally at times, but I don’t have much to go on with him… so I’m not sure how formally he speaks. I’m starting to fall more in love with Weissy. His dialog is much easier to write than Nero’s because it can usually stay as-is rather than me having to go back and fix it a hundred times like poor Nero. I still love Nero though, (snuggles).

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Edited on 12/15/06: I added a few details into the story to make the love scenes flow better. I also added a little content so that the series would match up. Since I’ve been writing the chapters backwards sometimes things get a little mixed up and plot holes start to form. I’m trying my best to cover them in right now. So there will be a few changes to “Let’s Talk” coming up pretty soon.

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Would you like some Nero Weiss Fanart from this series of uke Weiss stories? There are some more mature pics that you will have to sign in to see unfortunately. Most of them are viewable by everyone though.

In Moments:

Nero Finds Weiss:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43604358/

Young Weiss and Marshmallow:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44689203/

Restrictor-sama (without his mask on):
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42586446/

Doctor Vivian:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44681905/

Just the Same:

Nero and Weiss in bed together:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42578974/

Nero touches Weiss’ face as he kneels:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43730256/?

Nero kisses Weiss on the bed:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43967033/

Let’s Talk:

Nero actually gets tired looking:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43669712/

Nero embraces Weiss. “Thanks for Loving Me”:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44464671/

Misc Nero and Weiss Pictures:

Young Nero and Weiss Sleeping:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44746580/

Sketch of Nero as a young adult:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44681623/

Young Weiss and Nero Picture from “Thanks for Loving Me” Wall:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44537256/

Nero likes to make the bed:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43966738/

Nero and Weiss ‘do it’ on the floor:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43511315/

Weiss in his ‘cold weather clothes: I didn’t do a lot of shading so my bro said it made him look like a weird lady in a muumuu or something. Damn!
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43444801/

Nero and Weiss in the darkness. Not from the series but its Uke-Weiss:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42954929/

Nero Steals a Kiss – just to warn you – not my best pic ever:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42955504/

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Old Notes: Yes, I know. I am big on the love confessional thing. I keep thinking of different ways for them to get together. I could imagine it might be hard to tell your sibling that you love them like that and I love drawing on that.

If you noticed – I was struggling to keep Weiss calm and uke-ish. I love drawing him like that but he is definitely hard to write him into a calmer “don’t take control” kind of guy. I was actually going to extend the scene a bit and let Weiss ride him a little… but my God… this story has gone on long enough right? Hehe. Anyways, hope this was a bit more pleasant than my last uke Weiss fic.

Review, review, review! You can say something simple or you can always send constructive criticism as well. I know I suck as some thing so please tell me so I can get better.

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