Let�s Talk

Let’s Talk
Like Weiss on Rice

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Oh, brother, I can’t, I can’t get through
I’ve been trying hard to reach you
Cause I don’t know what to do
Oh, brother, I can’t believe it’s true
I’m so scared about the future
And I want to talk to you
Oh, I want to talk to you

You could take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody had sung
Or do something that’s never been done

Are you lost or incomplete
Do you feel like a puzzle
You can’t find your missing piece
Tell me how you feel
Well, I feel like they’re talking in a language I don’t speak
And they’re talking it to me

So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody had sung
Or do something that’s never been done
Or do something that’s never been done

So you don’t know where you’re going
And you want to talk
And you feel like you’re going where you’ve been before
You'll tell anyone who’ll listen but you feel ignored
And nothing’s really making any sense at all
Let’s talk, let’s talk
Let’s talk, let’s talk

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He knew he was dreaming. It was like he could watch his past on a television screen. He smiled when he saw a small Nero in the corner, his back to him. Stranger still he could see himself standing just a few feet away from him.

“Hey!” Weiss laughed. “Hey! Nero, watch this!” Nero turned to look at his big brother. Weiss crossed his arms in front of him, grabbing at the hilts of his swords. He pulled them out and started flipping them around dangerously. Obviously he was trying to impress him with some fancy trick. He lost his grip on both katana and they went clattering to the ground. Weiss laughed a little sheepishly. “Wait, I can do it. I just did it.” He picked them both back up again and attempted it again, with the same results. “Ugh… I just did it.” He was getting angry and grabbed at his fallen sword a little carelessly and cut himself. “Shit!” He looked at his hand. A nice sized slash marred his flesh. He shook it, causing blood to fleck against the ground in front of him.

Nero went to him now that he was sure his brother had finished waving his swords around. “Let me see.” He chirped, his little voice cracking.

“It’s just a cut.” Weiss grumbled, a little embarrassed at not only failing at his trick but having injured himself while trying to do it.

Nero ignored him and took his hand anyway. Weiss just let him, no point in making a big fuss and making himself look like a baby. Nero pulled his palm close to his face and Weiss blushed. His little tongue darted out and licked across the skin. “There, all better.”

“H-hey!” Weiss drew his hand back, slightly embarrassed. That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. “What did you do that for?”

“It’s better now.” Nero explained again.

Weiss looked at his hand, the blood was gone and the cut was healing over. “Huh, didn’t know you could do that.”

“I can’t do anything.” Nero smiled. “You heal fast. I just cleaned it for you.” He took a chance and kissed his cheek.

Weiss’ mouth crinkled around the edges, it shouldn’t have felt so good to get kisses from his brother either.

Nero kissed him again, this time on the lips and his eyes widened. He hadn’t remembered that. He was looking through his own eyes now, as Nero towered over him.

Weiss was somewhat disoriented until he realized he was on his knees again like the first time they had made love. He began blushing just thinking about it. Nero looked at him in an amused sort of way before he kissed him gently. His tongue entering into his mouth and making him forget everything else.

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Nero watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest as Weiss lay sleeping on his bed. Well, their bed. He sat on the edge, jostling his brother a bit. The bigger man groaned and rolled onto his back. Of course, this only made him snore. Nero tittered at that. Weiss was always so loud when he snored. He remembered likening it to thunder when he was still a boy. With as much as it aggravated him at the time, he couldn’t sleep without it anymore. How strange.

He was very beautiful, his Weiss. He had such silky white hair, a testament to his name. It was a little shorter than he was used to. Sometimes he did a double take when he looked at him because it had been long since he first knew him. Now it was tragically short in the back, but it would grow out again.

He had such a stunning body, a figure that was fit for more classical sculptures. He also had a nice face too, with very lovely yet masculine features. He liked those eye lashes of his as well, how they fanned against his cheeks. They were pale just like the rest of his hair. They seemed to disappear against his fair skin when he opened his eyes or if one wasn’t looking closely enough. He was always looking close though.

Nero couldn’t help himself. The back of his hand was just itching to brush against his cheek. Weiss made a face as his hand touched him, “Mmm.” He grumbled and rolled over again, this time away from him.

Nero laughed at that. He kicked his boots off the side of the bed. “Weiss,” He gently rolled his shoulder. “Weiss… wake up.”

“Mm!” He grunted, not willing to rouse himself.

“Come on my pretty kitty.” Nero chirped, rubbing his face into his neck.

“I’m not a kitty.” Weiss huffed, waking up enough to say it. He rolled over to face his little brother. “What?”

“I want you my big pussy cat.” Nero teased, knowing he loved being given such pet names by him, but would never admit to it.

Weiss just glared at him and rolled back over. “No.”

“Awww! Why not?” Nero nudged him.

“I’m sleeping.” Weiss sighed, trying to get back into that comfy position he was in before he was so rudely interrupted.

“I didn’t know you could talk so well in your sleep.” For the moment, Nero found it fun to trace small patterns down the contours of Weiss’ back. It tickled him like crazy he knew, he could see the muscles twitching underneath his skin.

“Nero,” Weiss rolled over to face his sibling again, finally tired of the way his brother was aggravating him. Nero took note that he was blushing, but decided to tease his little brother himself. “What do you want?”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” Nero tittered before leaning down. “Now give me a kiss.”

“I didn’t roll over so you could have your way with me… I was just trying to be nice by telling you to buzz off.” Weiss poked him.

“Don’t be like that my little crumpet.”

Weiss burst out laughing. Crumpet? That was new. “Oh God, don’t start with that crap. It’s humiliating.”

Nero knew just how to wake him up, by making him laugh. “Yes dearest.” He kissed Weiss’ cheek before turning his back on him. “Now unzip me.”

“Did I hear a please?” Weiss poked his back again.

“Pretty please dear brother?” Nero made sure to add a little extra sweetness into his voice.

“That’s better.” Weiss smiled and sat up on his knees behind Nero. He brushed his hair out of the way and grabbed for that hidden zipper at the nape of his neck. It trailed down midback until his wings jutted out of his skin.

Nero got off of the bed to take it down the rest of the way. He then had to remove that skin tight under layer that kept all that rough material from chafing him. “Much better.” He muttered. “Uh, Weiss… would you mind if you…?” He pointed to his wings.

“Tonight?” Weiss asked, not really wanting to do it.

“Yes, I just want to sleep with my back completely on the bed… I think my sides are all used up.” Nero tried to make light.

“Come here then.” Weiss, still just a bit tired put his feet on the floor while Nero knelt between them. It was a well practiced procedure done by the both of them for years. He removed the pins that kept his wings from just falling off of his body in midair. That wasn’t the worst part though. Weiss hugged his knees a little tighter on Nero’s shoulders and Nero grasped his legs in expectation. “Ready?” He always asked before he began.

“Yes.” Nero braced himself.

Weiss wanted to know just one last thing. “Both at once or one at a time?”

“At once.” Nero was starting to get a little impatient. The anticipation was killing him.

“Alright.” Weiss grasped those two wings in his hand, pull down and out… something of a twisted key. He pushed down firmly, feeling them click somewhere deep inside Nero.

“NGH!” Nero’s nails embedded themselves in his calves, leaving red half moons in their wake. He was used to the pain though. He jerked them out finally, needing to get a good pull on them lest it hurt even more. “AHHH!” Nero’s head twisted to the side as he screamed. His eyes looked wild from even this angle.

Weiss kept him there for a few minutes, folding his wings in a particular manner before placing them with a loud clatter on the floor. “You okay?”

“Y-yes.” Nero said shakily. “Give me a few minutes.”

Weiss nodded, not moving as Nero continued to sit between his knees. It took him a moment to steady his breathing. When he calmed down enough Nero seemed to notice those little scratches he put on him during the removal of his wings and he licked each and every one of them… just like old times. He closed his eyes a moment, enjoying those small touches of his tongue.

“You’re naked.” Nero pointed out.

“Of course, I was sleeping you flying ninny.” Weiss blushed.

“You’re excited.” He extracted himself from between Weiss’ knees before he could pin him with them. “I can help with that you know?” His arms were around his neck and had him against the bed before he knew it.

“Nero,” Weiss tried to protest but Nero’s mouth was already sealing his mouth with his own. He felt so lightheaded when Nero kissed him, like he was drunk. He could forget for a time about what their lives were like and where they lived. Those gentle arms that circled around his neck made him feel loved and cared for. “Mmmm…” He was moaning underneath him now. Nero thought that was sweet, his big white kitten purring for him. “Nero...”

“Shhhh.” Nero silenced him with a kiss. His hand rid down low to cup his arousal.

“Damn it Nero…” Weiss groaned. “I actually wanted to sleep tonight.”

“Too bad my lovely.” Nero was purring lustfully. “Although I guess I could give it to you hard and fast…”

That didn’t sound too bad. “Oh God, please.” His little brother grabbed his shoulder and flipped him onto his stomach. His eyes widened into his pillow and he blushed. Well, he didn’t quite think he meant that fast.

“My sweet darling.” Nero pushed his hair to the side. His tongue traced up his spine and he shuddered. His teeth latched onto that fleshy muscle of his neck and sucked.

“Oh!” He felt those small nails scratching down his back as he was held into place with brother’s bite. “Nero…” He squirmed underneath him impatiently. His hips were pushing into the bed, rubbing his aching arousal against the soft fabric. “Please, please fuck me.”

Nero shivered. He usually liked to take his time with Weiss, especially since he had been very shy to start with. Maybe since he asked… a quicky wouldn’t be so bad. “As you wish my love.” He wrapped his palm around himself and pumped it to a point. In his opinion, there wasn’t enough precum to just press into him right away. He leaned over Weiss, his hand pushing underneath him to his face.

Weiss quickly grabbed his hand and began to suck on his slender fingers. He drew the digits into his mouth, twirling his tongue around them.

Nero started to sweat. Maybe he had made a mistake in thinking he should just get this over with quickly. He could imagine that rough tongue slipping over his arousal instead. But a promise was a promise. He pulled his fingers from Weiss’ mouth and realized he was going to need a little help. “Get onto your knees then.”

Weiss lifted himself shakily. They had never done it like this before. Nero preferred to have him face to face more than anything, but mostly he didn’t want to remind him of that time. He thought maybe it was okay for them to do it like this now. He knew what Nero felt like. His brother’s fingers played at his entrance, a soft finger piercing through made him whimper.

Nero grinned. He was up little too high up for him. This was a problem that they ran into a few times because of their height difference. He just laughed and took a hold of his hips. His brother complied when he pushed them down a bit. He had to lower his head to the bed and tighten the muscles in his stomach, but soon he was the right height for Nero to enter into him. He pressed forward slowly.

He felt his head push into him. “Ngh!” He moaned into pillow.

Nero loved those sounds he made. He couldn’t wait to make him make some more. “Mmm, you’re so tight Weiss.” He pushed his hips forward and back, forward and back slowly before he quickened his pace within him.

“Nn… Ah!” He panted and screamed every time he pushed all the way inside, forcing the breath from his lungs. “Oh God! Nero… please… oh… please…”

“You beg so nice pretty kitty.”

Weiss chose to ignore that, mostly because he was pounding into him so nicely. “Mmm… oh!” He brushed against something sensitive. He was a little embarrassed but he wanted it so badly he didn’t mind asking. “There… oh there!” His voice crescendoed even as he spoke, Nero picking up on his signal quickly. “Ah!”

Weiss was incredibly vocal when they made love, when he finally relaxed with him completely that was. The noises he made shot pleasure through him, knowing that he was the cause of them.

“Nero…”

He knew he was going to cum, he was right there with him. “Oh!” He latched his teeth into his back and his brother screamed his released underneath him. His large hands were gripping the sheets so roughly it was a wonder they didn’t simply tear under the pressure. Nero watched as Weiss’ head turned to the side, writhing and pushing against him.

Weiss shuddered and whimpered when he felt Nero’s hot cum fill him. Then a soft moan drifted past his lips when he felt his brother withdraw. He flipped over on his back just as Nero leaned over him. His previous want to sleep had long since been abandoned. He placed sipping kisses on the underside of the smaller man’s jaw.

Nero was a little surprised. Weiss usually needed a few minutes before he was utterly frantic with need. His massive hands were encompassing his hips and rubbed his manhood against his. He was really turning him on to the say the least. “You’re so greedy tonight.” He said, just a little too gleefully.

Weiss’ only response was to smile, grinding his hips together with Nero’s.

Nero wondered if he wouldn’t mind what he was about to try. They hadn’t been lovers very long, so they were just getting used to the usual sorts of love making. He preferred being the one who made love to Weiss, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to be on the receiving end every so often. He moved over him then, giving him a sly grin before pushing Weiss’ member at his entrance.

Weiss’ eyes widened a bit. “Wait… so you mean I can do it to you too?” He thought that maybe only one person did it to the other… and…

Nero ceased his actions and laughed for a moment, thinking he was joking. “Wait, you’re serious?” Weiss blushed, looking quite mortified. “Sorry,” He apologized. Poor Weiss, he hadn’t meant to make fun of him. He just didn’t know any better. He had been watched and sheltered from things like this most of his life. That was okay, he would teach him. “Of course you can.” Whenever the hell you want I might add. But he couldn’t say that just yet, Weiss might get embarrassed.

It still seemed a bit strange to him. “I thought that…”

Nero interrupted him, not wanting him to feel like he had to explain himself. “Gender roles really don’t apply in any situation… don’t you think?” He jerked his eyebrows up ever so slightly. “I’d still like to be on top though.” He began to lower himself down again.

“Why’s that?” Weiss grinned, his self consciousness waning as he felt himself being surrounded.

“Ohh… God. Because.” Nero clenched his teeth. Oh, he was fucking huge! But nothing he couldn’t handle. In fact, it very terribly nice now that it was inside him. He lifted and lowered himself again. He would have to do this often. He never felt so filled in his life. “When you’re not squeezing my dick off you’re tearing me apart.” Weiss shivered at his words. “You’re so good for me.” He moaned.

“Nero,” He was sweating, writhing against that tight heat.

He looked down at Weiss again. He was fighting his own battle it seemed. “Do you like this?” He pulled himself up slowly and let himself drop again.

“Y-yes.” He gasped, his hands moving to his thighs, his chest, trying to touch and please him now.

Oh sweet Weiss, how I love you. But he didn’t say anything as he balanced himself by grabbing a hold of the thighs behind him and bounced himself upward and down. Weiss’ hips moved upward with every downward thrust, filling him painfully as he did. But he didn’t mind, he liked to feel a little pain. Weiss reached up to touch his member and Nero half smiled.

This was nice, being in control even though he was the one being pierced through. He lifted himself up and down slowly despite Weiss’ quivering cries and shaky hip thrusts. Weiss was always thinking about something. It was nice to be able to relieve him, even for a little while, of his thoughts. “What would you like my beloved?” He didn’t wait for Weiss’ answer, but he did get him to crack those eyes open just a little. “Do you want to flip me onto my back and fuck me hard?”

Weiss whimpered. He was going to kill him talking like this. “Y-yes.”

“Well then, do it.” Nero tucked his body forward so Weiss could grab a hold of him and roll him to his back. Weiss’ arm went behind his neck, pillowing his head. Nero almost smiled at the sweet gesture before Weiss began cautiously thrusting into him.

He was so big he felt the air being forced out of his lungs with every plunge. He knew his brother felt the same way about him. “Weiss, oh God Weiss.” His words encouraged him to push into his younger brother a little faster, “Yes, like that.”

Weiss buried his face into his brother’s hair as he thrust into him. “Nero…” It was easy to lose his mind, his hand gripping Nero’s shoulder as he pushed his hips even harder against Nero’s.

Nero must have felt the same because when he rammed just a little too deep that time, he felt something close to painful tear through him. It felt so… exhilarating. Nero’s legs tightened around his waist, those nails of his raking down his back and he let out a gut wrenching scream as he came. His cum shot between them, leaving behind a sticky mess.

If Nero felt pleased, then Weiss felt the exact opposite. He was trembling. Afraid he had hurt him.

Nero blinked, Weiss hadn’t cum yet. “Weiss?”

Weiss’ voice was a little unsteady. “Are you okay?”

Nero half smiled. “Of course, you shouldn’t worry so much.” But he would anyway. Ever since they were little he had always worried about hurting him. They had roughhoused a bit and Weiss broke one of his ribs on accident. He never forgave himself. He hadn’t even meant to hurt him really, he just fell on him. Nero, having been malnourished for years, his bones were a little brittle. Only later would that problem be corrected when he had finally received the vitamins he needed.

Weiss had already shriveled down to nothing though. “Oh well.” He withdrew from him.

It upset him that Weiss didn’t cum too. He sighed, slightly frustraited. He would get to him in a minute. His big brother took hold of his arms and without effort was pulling him up to hold him for a while.

He liked that about Weiss, that he was strong. He could do a lot of things he couldn’t.

Weiss so rarely used his power against him anyway. The only time he felt a minute amount of his strength was when he picked him up in a bear hug. He did it a lot less now, but when they were younger he almost did it every time he saw him. He felt that familiar tightening across his ribs as Weiss squeezed him now. It reminded him of what he could do if he so chose. He could easily maim or kill him.

Maybe that’s why he loved Weiss so much to begin with. How strong he was and yet he never flaunted it where he was concerned. In fact, he always down played it in a way. He talked in a commanding and masculine voice to others, and yet his tone was always soft when they were alone. He even bent himself down just a bit, to make himself seem less intimidating.

He supposed that was a habit larger men employed when they were with their lovers. He wished he would have noticed Azul doing the same thing to Rosso then he might have figured Weiss out sooner. He had to admit that it was funny to watch that giant of a man shrink his body down and listen as his normal booming voice toned down to a dull roar.

Weiss was lost in his own little world though as he traced the tattooed lines on his brother’s chest. A question he had been meaning to ask for a long time dawned on him. “What made you get these?”

Nero smiled. “I guess I just wanted to prove to you that I was a man.”

That was a strange thing to say. “Why’s that?”

“Because, you used to tease me for looking like a girl.” That and he always thought full body tattoos looked fabulous. Not to mention everyone thought he was tough afterwards.

“Sorry about that.” Weiss smiled. “But you do.”

Thanks a lot. “I know.” Nero shoved him playfully.

Weiss blushed. “You know… I like it.”

“Really?” He sort of knew that, but Weiss never mentioned it out loud.

“Yeah, you have a real beautiful face there…” He ran the back of his hand down his brother’s cheek before he thumbed his mouth. “And I really love the color of your lips.” It was embarrassing to say but he went on anyway. “And I like your dark hair and red eyes.”

He had never been so complimented in his life. Most people found him frightening and didn’t hesitate to mention it. “I think you are beautiful too.”

“Oh please.” Weiss didn’t believe that for a second. He wasn’t slender, small or beautiful for that matter. He was rough looking at best and had a permanent scowl on his face that he couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard he tried. Of course, the only time he could remove that look was when Nero was around. That was probably the only time he could smile.

“Well I think you are, even if you don’t.” Nero touched his face. It was always softer than he imagined it would be. He had strong features and he always thought that his skin might be hard. “I like your white hair and the gold in your blue eyes. I always thought you were so unique and lovely. Of course, I fell in love with your soul you know?” He smiled at that. “I think that you are beautiful on the inside as well.”

Him? He was a killing machine.

“I think given the right circumstances… you would have been a really nice man who never hurt a fly.”

Now that was funny. “That’s a stretch.”

“I don’t think so.” Nero said. “You were a very sweet boy, I am sure that you could have cared for more people than me if people down here were actually trustworthy.”

“What do you think you would be like?”

“About the same, minus the supernatural powers of course.”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

“Well, enough of that. I really need to take a shower before I go to bed.” Nero kissed his forehead. “One probably wouldn’t kill you… after everything we have done...”

Weiss had taken one before he went to bed, but there was truth in his brother’s words, he’d probably smell like sex tomorrow if he didn’t. “Alright, I guess I can take one after you.”

“Why not take one right now?

“With you?” He didn’t know about that, the shower was kind of small.

“We’ll be fine. It is not like I’ll have my wings taking up space tonight.”

“True.”

And then the ideas came rolling through his brain, oh ho ho ho. “Come on Weiss, take a shower with me. It can’t be too bad.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Famous last words.

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“It’s so tight.” Nero gasped, slipping on the slick tiled surface.

Weiss grabbed at the railing that was had been screwed into the wall for the very purpose he was using it for. “Stop pushing so hard, I’m going to fall over!”

“Sorry.”

“I hope no one can hear us in the apartment next to us, I’m sure all of this sounds so awful.” Something caught his ear just then. “Do you hear beeping?”

“No.”

“My ears must be ringing then.” Weiss rubbed the side of his head. Nero turned on the hot water and the ringing went away. He dropped his hand to his side before jumping out of path of the freezing water that rushed forth. After some fiddling with the temperature Nero had it just shy of scalding. That was nice though because it took the kinks out of their bodies.

“Let me wash you?” Nero requested.

“Ummm…” Weiss didn’t know about that. Sure they had taken baths together when they were younger, but not since Nero was old enough to take one on his own.

“Let me.” Nero was already cornering him.

“Alright.” He consented. “Just don’t goose me or anything weird like that.”

“I won’t.” Nero laughed, grabbing the soap and lathering his hands up.

“Shouldn’t you use a sponge?” Weiss asked, watching him all the while with a cautious eye.

“Where is the fun in that?” That line was quickly becoming a catch phrase he used while they played.

He almost sighed in relief when his brother actually set about washing him like he should… with almost impersonal touches. Maybe they would get some sleep yet. Of course, his relief was short lived when he felt Nero’s sudsy fingers wrapped around his length. “Nero…”

“I have to wash this too you know.” He said in a wicked sort of way. “Why don’t you do the same?”

Weiss groaned, damn it, this was going to go on all night. He took the bar of soap in his own hands and briskly washed Nero, although the shorter man seemed a little miffed at him he pretended not to notice. When it came time to clean his length, his soapy hand grasped him in much the same way Nero had earlier to his surprise. Nero just looked up at him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out what he was about. Weiss just grinned and kneeled down when the soap washed away. He kissed the tip of his dick before sucking it into his mouth. Maybe if he could get him to cum he would want to go to bed soon and end all of this. He was so tired his brain was having a hard time functioning.

It was something else to watch Weiss’ mouth suck him up all the way to the base of his arousal. His large hands rubbed the side of his hips before playfully reaching around to cup his ass and give it a squeeze. Nero laughed, that always tickled. He got to cum twice already though, and as much as he wanted to release himself into his brother’s hot slippery mouth he’d much rather lose himself inside of him and watch as Weiss came as well. It was hard to dislodge himself from Weiss’ grip on him, not that Weiss protested too much but he just didn’t want to do it. He did so enjoy that confused look as he pulled his light haired brother to his feet.

Nero cornered him into the wall. He wasn’t quite sure what his intentions are, it didn’t seem like they could do anything like this. He looked a little blurry eyed as he asked. “Nero?”

“I want to try something… tell me if it hurts?”

“O-Okay.” Nero bent down in front of him, his arms went around the back of his knees and he lifted him up against the shower wall. He was of course, aided by the tendrils of darkness that shot from his body and twirled around his brother’s limbs, taking the brunt of his weight. His body glowed in response to this invasion, but it didn’t hurt.

Nero looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say something but didn’t. He slid his arousal up to his entrance and slowly entered him, relishing how Weiss’ eyelids fluttered shut and the gasp he produced when he was completely seated within him.

Weiss’ powerful legs wrapped around his slender waist. He allowed himself to bring his arm up around Nero, half afraid he was going to end up clutching him too hard and hurting him.

“It is okay,” Nero soothed, wanting Weiss to relax. “Just don’t squeeze me so tight I cannot move and I will be happy.” He moved up into him, his body positively tingly from the contact. Oh God how he treasured this feeling. “I love this…” How he couldn’t seem to get enough of him, or how Weiss writhed and cried out for him as he slide his cock in and out of him. His body often called to his when he fucked him, filling him with such need he couldn’t breathe.

Weiss’ eyes caught on how the water from the showerhead cascaded over Nero’s shoulders and down his chest… then rushed to where their bodies met. “Oh Nero…” He squirmed but those black tendrils held him immobile while Nero shoved into him. His length between them was being rubbed in such a way he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on.

Nero felt this and begged. “Weiss… cum for me…” He wanted to see his brother’s face contort in pleasure again. After all, he didn’t get to enjoy himself the second time around.

Weiss’ body trembled weakly in response, his hips thrust forward instinctively as he came. He clutched at him, his body spasming against the warming tiled surface until his orgasm released him. His brother kissed his throat as he slumped against the wall in an exhausted sort of way.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” His tongue traced his mouth before plunging into his sibling’s mouth. That sweetness he always experienced permeating his taste buds.

“Nero,” Weiss smiled weakly, leaning down and kissing his brother’s soft painted mouth. “You’re so good to me.”

“Mmm,” Nero purred.

“Maybe we should go to sleep soon?” He suggested. Yesterday hadn’t been very kind to him. He had been made to fight until his muscles simply wouldn’t work anymore. Not to mention he barely had any sleep… and his brother was being unrelenting.

“Not a chance.” Nero said wickedly.

Weiss felt himself being lowered and pressed into the tiled floor on his hands and knees. “Nero!” Weiss’ protest was quickly cut off with a moan as he entered him again from behind. He was brushing against that place that made him want cry out and sob for him to continue.

“Do you want me to stop?” Of course, he would have no such thing as he pushed into him again and again.

His muscles were trembling against his own weight. But that feeling… Nero was pushing against it on purpose. He couldn’t help his response. “Oh God!”

“I will take that as a no.” Nero snickered.

Weiss felt he should try to reason with him, because his body wasn’t going to listen to him anyway. “We… ah! We should go to bed.” His body was horribly exhausted, but it was also screaming for him to allow this one last time.

Nero of course wouldn’t let him go that easily. “You better cum for me quickly then… I will not let you go until you do.” God it was nice being able to fuck him against the wall, but screwing him into the floor of the shower was much better. “Oh Weiss, Nii-san… tell me how I feel.”

Weiss blushed but he knew how much Nero liked it when he said things like this. “You feel so good, so hard and deep inside me.” Of course, he liked it when Nero returned his call.

He felt a shudder course through him. “And you are so tight my love.” He couldn’t wait until his body was molded for him though. Where he could slide in and it would be a nice fit for him… and only him.

“Please… Nero…”

“I am not going to stop until you cum again.” He repeated.

“Nero…” Weiss objected, but one again interrupted when a cry was torn from him when Nero pressed that much harder into his body. Oh God, who cared? “I can’t stand this. Please hurry.”

He watched as Weiss tried to grab onto anything at all to steady himself. His fingers gripped at the tiles underneath him, they found some anchoring in the grouting between. Nero wrapped his fingers around his dick and slicked his hand up and down his length. Weiss mewed, dropping his head down. Nero gasped. There was something so horribly erotic about having this man so at his mercy it nearly choked him with lust.

He wasn’t sure what felt better, the fingers circling him or that prodding erection. Of course, there was always that tingling sensation that surged forth from any place Nero touched. It had been like that since they had gotten older. When they grew in power and they could actually feel the difference. They had first noticed it when Weiss had innocently reached down to grab Nero’s hand to pull him along beside him. He had to let it drop almost immediately from the electrifying feel of it. He remembered looking at Nero, the little boy looking at his own hand and blushing cutely. Touching each other for too long was almost taboo after that, but they still did it everyday… for contact sake. Little did the other know they took silent pleasure in those brief touches.

He often wondered how Nero didn’t simply lose his mind at times… because he couldn’t think right now. He was sure he wouldn’t mind begging if he could feel this good. “Nero,” He sobbed his name, his cries reverberating off of the bathroom walls. His whole being screamed for release but the past couple orgasms gave him some stay power he didn’t think himself capable of when he was with Nero.

It was a little embarrassing how quickly he came for him each and every time. It was hard not to though, no matter how many times he masturbated beforehand or tried to hold on, Nero always knew what he was up to and quickly put an end to it.

An emotion he couldn’t quite peg down had tears flowing from his eyes as he was pounded into. Nero was placing kisses on his back. With each touch of his lips it sent a shockwave through him. “Soon Weiss.” The whole room vibrated with that promise.

“Oh! Please! Harder… faster… please…” He rambled incoherently. His eyes shot open when he felt it. Oh God, that sweet feeling. That horribly almost painful (but not quite) feeling of being rammed into hard and fast… and he realized that Nero had been holding back all this time. The scream that was forced from him was so loud it startled Nero enough to make him stop. He couldn’t! He would die if he did. “Don’t stop.” He begged over the sound of the water rushing from the showerhead above them. “Don’t ever stop.”

Nero just grinned and began again. With those brazen screams Weiss was making, he was sure their neighbors thought he was murdering him in the shower. His cries almost drowned out the wet slapping of their bodies together or the sounds of him enthusiastically pumping his dick.

Weiss’ body stiffened up underneath him, indicating that he was going to cum any second now. His back arched perfectly before his whole form contorted, unsure of which to do first. Press himself into his brother’s cock or thrust his hips into his hand. Nero made his mind up for him when he grasped his hips with both of his hands and just rammed himself into him a few more times before he came himself. Weiss’ voice was raw and he barely had the voice to scream anymore.

“Oh God Nii-san, I love you.” He felt the larger man’s strength fail him as he slumped onto the shower floor.

Weiss rolled over unsteadily when he felt Nero’s hand on his shoulder. Nero tucked his head underneath his neck and rested against him for a few moments. His brought his shaky hand ran up to over his brother’s dark hair. “I love you too.” When their heavy breathing quieted enough Nero lifted his head and kissed the underside of his chin, his neck, his cheeks, his eyelids, nose and mouth. He allowed it, pressing his lips against whatever skin was presented to him while Nero moved.

It was nice just being able to kiss for a while after making frantic love to him for the majority of the night. Weiss reached up with his foot and turned off the faucet when the water ran cold. They just lay like that for a while. A sodden mess on the shower floor kissing and passing back and forth gentle touches.

Weiss could just fall into sex induced coma right now and not wake up for a few hours. That was until he heard it again. What Weiss had originally passed off as his ears ringing actually turned into a familiar beeping noise. It took a moment for it to click that it was his alarm clock. “Nero?”

He felt Weiss’ whole body stiffen underneath his, like he might spring at any second. “Weiss?”

“What time was it when you got in?”

“About twelve.”

“Are you kidding?!” He screamed, his voice bouncing off the walls. Oh God, they’ve been doing it for five and a half hours.

.“What’s wrong?”

“That’s my alarm!” He panicked.

Nero seemed relatively calm. “Really? Did it just go off?”

Wait… no… it hadn’t. It went off the right when they started… “Oh my God!” He shot up, Nero barely able to get off him in enough time before he was sent flying into the shower wall. Weiss slid the door open and grabbed a towel left on the counter. “It went off a while ago. We need to get ready… now!”

Nero nodded, catching a towel his brother threw at him.

He thought he would ask. “Was it cold again last night?”

Nero nodded again, rubbing the cloth over his forehead and long dark tresses. “Yes, winter is coming up pretty soon you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” He frantically rubbed the towel through his hair. When he was finished, Nero laughed at the strange angles his white mane took on from being so hastily dried.

“Are you going to wear a shirt today?” Nero teased.

“Yes, I won’t make the same mistake I did yesterday.” It was always cool in Deepground and he was used to it, except in the winter… it was freezing. The earth was hard and people could see their breath. Yesterday he thought he might die, the weather topside had changed drastically during the day and the ground grew cold and unforgiving. Restrictor, being the sadistic bastard he was, wouldn’t let him leave to get a shirt.

The two of them went into Weiss’ room, seeing that they were indeed, late. Correction: they did it for six and a half hours. Weiss grabbed a skin tight black suit form his closet. It was not unlike Nero’s, but definitely less elaborate. He cringed as the material wrapped around his neck. It wasn’t very snug, as the fabric itself was rather stretchy, but he didn’t like it anyway. He hastily fit black gloves onto his hands before he stepped into his usual pants that had been issued to him. He then grabbed a white haori he rarely wore that went rather well with the rest of his clothes. He didn’t bother tying the knot in front because there wouldn’t be any time anyway. His tabi socks and boots were pulled on next. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe they would manage to get out of here yet. He had expected Nero to be dressed more or less. He only had his elaborate black jumper on at this point. “What on earth are you waiting for?”

“Hm?” Nero seemed distracted. “Sorry, I was watching you get dressed.”

“Are you insane? We are going to be late!” And Restrictor got pissed when they were late.

“Oh yes… sorry.” His darkness fell to the floor and scooped up his clothing. It then flew up and washed over him, his clothes tidily in place. Although the white head piece looked ridiculous with his hair being somewhat damp.

He made it look so easy. “You little cheater.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Nero tittered. “Going to put my wings back on?”

It never occurred to him before. “I bet you could take them on and off yourself if you wanted to.”

“I could, but where’s the fun in that?”

Weiss felt like he had been dragged into some horribly perverted world. “What are you? A masochist?”

“A little…”

His face blanched. “Oh God! I’m never taking them off again.”

“But Weiss-!”

“Don’t you dare ‘But Weiss’ me! We’re almost late!” When Nero began to walk up he reached his hands out, Weiss’ skin almost crawled. He loved and wanted him even now, but after being fucked so many times his body didn’t want any of it. “Get your hands off me…” When his hand reached lower to persuade him he slapped his hands in a chastising manner. “Get your hands off of there too!” He shoved Nero away. He quickly strode through the door, leaving Nero to get his wings himself. If he stood there too long Nero was just going to dawdle some more anyway.

He watched Weiss make his way out the front door. “Wait for me!” Nero appeared behind him, his wings already attached. That just made him sick. “What does that look mean?”

“It means you are a little freak.” He made it to the elevator and pushed the button. It was on the top floor already so it snapped right open.

Nero stepped in right behind him. “Wouldn’t it be great if we got stuck in here?”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Weiss answered instantly. He knew what he was talking about.

“We could…”

“No, we wouldn’t.” Weiss repeated back almost verbatim.

“Why not?”

Weiss held out his hand as if to tick off the reasons why they wouldn’t be doing anything. “Because you fucked me all morning and I didn’t get any sleep, because you made me take off your wings all of those times when you didn’t need me to, because I am sore as hell because you fucked me all morning… and because you are a little brat.”

Nero tried to grab at him but Weiss intercepted him with the hand he had been counting his ‘becauses’ with. He placed his palm squarely against his forehead, the gesture keeping him at arms length. “I just want a kiss.”

Like he was going to believe that, he found out almost the night after their first time his brother was a raging nymphomaniac where he was concerned. “That’s how it always starts out.”

“Please?” His voice was muffled against his headgear and Weiss’ large palm.

Weiss knew he was going to regret this, but released him anyway. “Okay, fine.”

When he allowed Nero to get close enough, his leg shot up behind his knee and he was on his back in an instant. “Haha! Fool!” He tore off his mouthpiece and jumped on him.

“Damn it Nero!” His protest was cut off abruptly when Nero’s lips seated against his own. “I’m not going to believe you ever again!” He jerked his head to the side, only for Nero to angle his head so he could kiss him anyway.

“But Niiii-san… you always do.” He drew out his name, hoping his brother would fall for that old ‘cute trick’ he used to pull.

“Yeah only because you didn’t trip me to the floor.” That really pissed him off. “Now get off of me before someone comes in.” Nero’s tongue was seeking entrance but he wasn’t going to give it to him.

“Weiss…” He said in that sultry voice of his. “Let me in…” Weiss looked like he might want to yell at him again, he opened his mouth just in enough time to let his tongue slip through his lips and down his throat.

“Mmph!” He was letting him get to him again. Damn it all. He really needed to get some self control and push the little runt off of him before someone came in, but he didn’t seem to have any self control when Nero was concerned. Nero was rubbing his throbbing arousal against his, although his body felt some interest it didn’t quite want to join his yet. It had just taken a thorough workout and it needed some time to relax. That didn’t mean he wasn’t turned on though. “Mmmm.” He closed his eyes and moaned into his mouth. He was good kisser…

“Weiss…” Nero rubbed against him a little more firmly, but not enough to hurt. He was lovely like this, on the floor in this icebox of an elevator. With all of those warm clothes on, he looked vulnerable to him. He seemed more human, because even Weiss the Immaculate got cold sometimes. “Oh God, Weiss… let’s do it again.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Weiss huffed, his breath crystallizing in the air. “Okay, I really mean it this time, get off of me.”

Nero knew he meant it. He was going to throw him off if he didn’t. “Fine.” Nero said in a pouty sort of way. He lifted himself off of Weiss and offered his hand to him.

Weiss looked at it cautiously before he took it and was helped up. “Thanks.” He looked at him for a moment and realized Nero wasn’t really looking at him. “Are you mad at me?” He didn’t answer. “What are you mad at me for? You’re the pervert!”

A smile broke out onto his face. “I am just playing with you Weiss.”

He glared at him, but a smile quickly formed on his lips. “You’re lucky I don’t just beat you for messing with me all the time.”

“You would not beat me.”

“And why not?”

“Because I make you feel good.”

Weiss smiled, running a gloved hand through his hair. “Well, you got me there.”

“I’ve got you alright.” Nero teased.

“Mmm.” Weiss leaned down in silent agreement, almost touching his lips to Nero’s.

Until the elevator doors popped open and Rosso stepped through. “Darlings.” She greeted. They only smiled and backed into the walls. The two of them could beat the hell out of her quickly, but they didn’t particularly want to do that… that and they wanted to stay away from those claws that ‘accidentally’ scratched out every so often. “I see you are running a little late.” She observed.

“Hm.” Weiss nodded.

She gave Weiss a look. “Ooh, darling.” A purring sound entered her voice. “Your eyes… they are different today.”

Weiss just stared down at her in response, wondering what she meant.

“Don’t you think so Nero?” She rolled the ‘R’ in his name.

Nero was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the way she was looking at his Weiss… but since she included him in the conversation he decided he would play along. He already knew that Weiss’ eyes looked just a little different. Thank goodness. “I think they do.”

“In love perhaps?” She teased. “Or maybe you’ve been turned into a man?” At Weiss’ blush she realized she hit the nail on the head. “You and Nero?”

Weiss opened his mouth to say something when the door popped open again. Apparently it was the floor they needed to be on because Restrictor was standing in the doorway. “You’re all late.” He stated flatly, standing to the side so they could walk past him.

Rosso seemed a little anxious when she didn’t see Azul present. They must have left at the same time. For obvious reasons he had to take the stairs, the man was a giant. As if on queue thunderous footsteps were heard making their way down the stairs and she sighed in relief.

When Azul hit the bottom step Restrictor thought he would mention, “And you’re late.” He was irritated, they could tell. “I’m disappointed in all of you. I’m going to be drilling you for an extra hour.”

Nero sneaked a cautious glance at Weiss, he didn’t look so good. He supposed the adrenaline from discovering they were late had long since worn off and he was visibly shaking. Now he felt bad. Weiss had been pushed pretty hard yesterday while his exercises had been relatively light. And while neither of them got to sleep, Nero slept more the other day than his brother.

Weiss’ slight shaking wasn’t lost on Restrictor. “What’s wrong little Emperor? Not feeling so good?” His tone was anything but sympathetic. “I’ll have you know I didn’t kill myself last night so that won’t be working today.”

“That’s too bad.” Weiss muttered, earning himself a nice fist in the stomach. He slumped to the ground, his body all out trembling now.

Nero twitched, but he knew that involving himself would only make it worse.

“What’s all this?” Hojo came out of the observatory to finding them all standing around. “What are you all doing out in the hallway? We have tests to run and you are wasting valuable time and money!”

“Weiss is not feeling well.” Nero said instantly before Restrictor could say anything to the contrary.

“What?!” Hojo’s screechy voice pieced his eardrums. “He isn’t relapsing is he?” He said more to himself than anything. “I knew I shouldn’t have injected him with the virus so quickly, but you can never be too cautious about these things.” He sighed. “Weiss, report to the infirmary. I’ll send someone with instructions to test you. Then for God’s sake get some rest you look awful.” He wasn’t one to be generous, but he wasn’t an idiot. He wouldn’t push one of his successes until he died… especially not after they had come close to losing him.

Weiss gave Nero a look, his brother just shrugged. He silently wished him a good day before his older brother trotted back into the elevator and went to floor the infirmary was on. Hopefully with Hojo there Nero wouldn’t get into too much trouble.

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Nero was greeted with cooking smells when he walked through the door. He found Weiss in the kitchen. He hadn’t taken off that black under suite or his haori. The gloves were resting on the kitchen table though. Nero pealed his off and placed them beside Weiss’. The room was a little chilly he supposed, maybe that’s why Weiss was still dressed the way he was. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m making breakfast for dinner.”

Was he kidding? He was starving! He could eat cardboard at this point. “No, that sounds fine.”

“Want some coffee?”

Of course. “That would be wonderful.”

“How was your day?”

“It was pretty good. I am getting a little faster on the draw anyway.” Weiss placed a plate of toast in front of him to snack on while he waited for him to finish. Nero unsnapped his mouth piece before removing the rest of his head wrapping. “One of my wings malfunctioned though, its index finger was sort of stuck pulling the trigger and I unloaded my gun into one of the new recruits when I turned around.” He said as if it were no small matter. They would’ve probably died anyway. “Of course that meant someone had to fix it.” One of the underlings under Hojo more than likely had to do the deed. Nero just thought to ask. “How was your day off?”

Weiss turned and gave him a smile before he went back to cooking. “It was pretty nice actually. After Vivian examined me she gave me another one of those books.” She was pretty generous with novels she already read. He had a small library going on under his bed right now.

“They will rot your brains.” Nero said in a fatherly sort of way, his tone told Weiss he was joking. He grabbed a piece of toast in his hand before he smeared it with some jam.

“Huh, you’re one to talk. After you told me you’d been snooping around… I noticed that a few of my old books had marks in them that I hadn’t made.”

Nero only grinned, taking another bite of his toast. “Oh yes, I liked looking at the good parts.”

“The good parts huh? What would those be?” Weiss teased, taking the pot of coffee from its cradle and setting it on the table.

“You know.” Nero put his toast down and picked up the pot and dragged the two coffee mugs close to him. He filled Weiss’ up to the top while he left room for sugar and cream for him. Weiss always drank his coffee black. He was sure he put enough sweetener in his coffee to put anyone else into a sugar shock.

Weiss split the eggs and bacon he had been cooking into two equal parts. It always amazed him how his little brother could eat just as much as he did even though he was much shorter. He turned with the plates in his hands, first putting his down before placing his brother’s portion in front of him. He leaned down just enough to press a kiss on his forehead. “I love you.”

Nero was startled into awareness at how domestic all of this was. It was like one of those ‘typical boring returns home’ that the paid employees in this facility complained about all the time. They didn’t know how lucky they were. Coming home like this was one of those little pleasures that Weiss and Nero had.

Today was a little different though, today Weiss was energized instead of dragging himself into the kitchen to make something. He only remembered one other time he had been given time off… and that was when he was sick a few months ago.

Apparently Restrictor had gotten drunk and drowned himself in his own bathtub. He wouldn’t have believed it unless the doctor that examined Weiss during that time hadn’t said so hersel. If he hadn’t been so afraid for his brother he might have laughed about it.

Restrictor had been revived of course, a little embarrassed but no worse for the wear. The damage had been done though, and Weiss was terribly sick.

Hojo was furious of course. He injected Weiss over and over again with an anti-virus he wasn’t really sure would make him well.

Nero had refused to leave his side the entire time. Weiss had went through every symptom from vomiting, coughing up blood, having a high fever to hallucinating. It had been frightening to say the least. But he made it out okay, thank goodness.

Of course everything had been reset. Restrictor was once again a man Weiss couldn’t kill as he was injected with the same time release virus he had since he was a little boy.

“I love you too.” Nero kissed his chin. “I take it you had a nap today?”

“A small one when I got back home.” Weiss admitted. “I didn’t sleep too long though, didn’t want to mess up my schedule and all.” He smiled. “Worn out?”

“A little, the coffee helps though.” Nero grinned. “I would’ve thought you would be out and about during the day… it’s not often we get to go poking around and whatnot.”

“I think I was too afraid to leave the house.” Weiss tapped his fingers on the wooden surface of the table.

Nero just looked at him questioningly.

“I don’t know why… but I kept thinking he was going to appear any minute at our doorstep.”

Nero knew who. “Why?”

“Because that’s the same reason why it happened last time.” Or at least the circumstances were the same. He wondered if he thought he might try something if he thought him weak… and alone.

“What do you mean?” Nero wondered, “He was mad at you for being sick?”

“No, I think me getting time off sort of pissed him off.” Weiss smiled faintly. “He’d drowned and got a stern talking to when I got off scot-free.” Of course Restrictor hated him too. There was always that. Maybe he would never understand exactly why he did it… but it plagued his mind.

“But you didn’t do anything.” Nero muttered, but then again… he already knew that it didn’t matter if he did anything or not where Restrictor was concerned.

“Tell me about it. I –” He paused for a moment, obviously having a hard time telling him something like this but wanted to say it anyway. “I know I’m obstinate to that bastard a lot, but that day I could tell he meant business. I never fucked with him during those days when he was in a crappy mood.”

“I know.”

“He was a little worse than usual though.” Weiss just looked into the black depths of his coffee mug. “I tried to do what he wanted me to do. I could barely move you know? I tried not moving… not talking back. That sort of crap he loves. He kept hitting me anyway.” At the time he had been terribly afraid that the man had just snapped and was going to kill him. “He kept pulling me around by the hair and... and he threw me onto the floor… and… you know.” He didn’t want to tell him everything else though. He didn’t want to say that he made him crawl or any of that. It was rather embarrassing and Nero knew enough about that anyway. Nero didn’t say anything and he realized he drifted into his own thoughts again. “By the time I was on the ground I didn’t have much strength left… and fighting him off isn’t all that easy under normal circumstances. He beat me afterwards. I gave him some hell at first though. I scratched his stupid face.” He snickered a little at that. “He ummm… said something to me.”

When Weiss didn’t speak Nero prompted him. “And?”

“And he said that he knew about how I felt about you.” That was the hardest thing to say for some reason. “And that after that… after you found me. You wouldn’t have me.”

Nero scowled at that, but didn’t say anything. Obviously what Restrictor had told him hadn’t been true at all. They were together now. “I must be blind.” He muttered.

“What?” Weiss looked up from his mug.

“If he could see that you loved me… and I couldn’t… I must have been blind.”

“I don’t think so.” Weiss smiled. “I missed all of your signals as well.”

“Maybe because we were too close to the situation?

“More like, we didn’t want to get our hopes up or ruin what we did have.” Weiss corrected. “At least… that’s how I felt.”

Nero could agree to that. “Weiss?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for telling me. It must have been hard.” He knew that he probably wouldn’t have been able to stand remembering something like that… much less telling anyone about it. Weiss didn’t understand sometimes that he couldn’t remember what had happened to him. Most of his childhood had either been forgotten or blocked out. That was just the way things were. It could have also had something to do with him being so young… he just might not have been able to remember. The knowledge was upsetting, but at least he didn’t have the memories. Hearing Weiss say things like this made him thankful he couldn’t remember.

“Well, I’ve always been telling you my problems. I guess that was just one of them.”

“Still…” Nero poked at his eggs.

Weiss realized he might have ruined his dinner by talking about that. He hadn’t meant to, not when he was feeling so good. “I didn’t tell you that so you wouldn’t eat.”

“I know, I just keep thinking about that day I found you. I was really scared.”

“You didn’t act like it.” Weiss smiled encouragingly. “You did everything right.”

“Yes, because you needed me to keep it together.” Nero brushed a shaky hand through his hair. “I couldn’t just panic and leave you like that.”

“I never thanked you for taking care of me during that time.”

Yes, well… all in a day’s work for Nero, little brother extraordinaire. He couldn’t say that though, it would be a little too funny for the situation.

“So thank you for everything and thanks…” He blushed. “Thanks for loving me.”

Nero’s mouth curled up at the edge, Weiss never said those sorts of things. He was a proud man, and saying something like that must have been hard for him. He felt his stomach flip flop. His big brother was full of surprises.

The utterly happy grin on Nero’s face couldn’t be missed. “Weiss…” He stood up.

“Eat.” Weiss growled.

“I’ll put it in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow.” Nero hugged him for a moment. Weiss seemed hesitant at first, but eventually laid his head onto his shoulder. He had such a contented look on his face that Nero almost didn’t have the heart to plop down on his lap. Almost. “You are saying such sweet things I can’t help myself.”

“So it’s my fault, huh?” Weiss poked him playfully.

“Of course.” Nero chirped, this time resting his head against his shoulder. “Weiss?”

“Hm?” He smiled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never let him or anyone else touch you again.” He promised.

“I’m not some weakling you know?” Weiss muttered. “I don’t need you protecting me.”

“I might not be as strong as you are… but I have my ways.” Nero looked down then. “I’m good at hiding things… and people.” People like you.

“Mmm,” Weiss’ chest rumbled. He knew Nero meant well, but he was honestly going to get himself killed if he thought about going up against Restrictor. But he wasn’t about to tell him he’d be useless in such a situation should it occur again. “I suppose so.”

Nero smiled at that, Weiss could’ve been rather mean just now but he allowed him this small pleasure of helping him should he need it. Like he had said, Weiss wasn’t a weakling. He just couldn’t very well go up against someone like Restrictor, someone he’d hesitate to strike out against. “You won’t regret it.” He tilted his head up and kissed him softly.

Weiss dropped his fork on the table and brought his arms around him.

Nero pulled himself up then, putting one foot on the ground and the other straddled around Weiss. He darted his tongue into his brother’s mouth, relishing in how easily it opened for him.

“I need you.” Weiss purred when he released his mouth.

He had just been planning on kissing him senseless. “But I thought you said you were sore this morning.”

Weiss grinned. “I lied. I just wanted you to get the hell away from me before someone came in the elevator.”

Nero couldn’t believe it. “Weiss! I felt bad all day, really!”

“Sorry.” But he wasn’t.

Oh the nerve! “I should just cut you off tonight.” Easier said than done! Just being in his lap right now made him incredibly aroused.

“You can’t cut me off.” Weiss laughed.

“And why is that?”

“Because you want me too much.”

Nero realized he had said something similar to that this morning and smiled. “I suppose you’re right.” He leaned down to give him another kiss. “Let’s do it on the floor.”

“Let’s do it in the shower again.” Weiss purred.

Nero’s eyes took on a wicked light. “The shower it is then.”

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Today they weren’t late getting downstairs, and Nero didn’t ride him to exhaustion either. Even though the tests had come back negative on Weiss’ blood work Hojo had sent him down into his throne room for the day. Nero was allowed to follow after him to make sure he was doing well. Hojo knew above everyone else that he could trust that little brat to run to him if anything were amiss. He needed to make sure Weiss was healthy for the next experiment anyway.

Weiss was once again in his warm attire, today was particularly freezing. Nero kept on his straitjacket on, although he left the buckles undone so he could have a freer range of movement.

They made laps around the room, trying to keep their blood flowing. “I could think of a few other things that we could do for exercise.” Nero suggested.

“Is that all you ever think about?” Weiss mumbled.

“That’s not all I think about!” Nero defended.

“What other things do you think about then?” He stopped as Nero tried to catch his breath.

“Well, I think about getting into that lockbox of yours.”

Not that again. “Nero!”

“What? Is it so wrong to want to know what my brother’s life was like before me?”

“It’s not those I’m worried about… it’s the newer ones.”

“Why? Hiding stuff from me?”

“No!” Weiss growled. “But they are private and you are being such a sneaky brat looking through my things!”

“Oh Weiss, you are so precious when you get angry with me.” Nero teased. “Your eyebrows fuse together and your face gets all red.”

He proved him right by flushing and jerking his eyebrows up. “It does not!”

“Oh but it does!” Nero laughed at his brother’s obvious outrage.

Weiss advanced on him like he was going to give him a good beating before Nero shrieked out a laugh and disappeared if a puff of black smoke. “You little brat!” He roared to the ceiling.

“I’m the brat?” Weiss heard Nero’s voice echo off the ceiling above him. He was probably sitting on the rafters. “Who’s screaming like a little kid?”

Weiss rolled his eyes, not even going to dignify that with an answer. If he tried to seek out Nero, he would just disappear again. No, it was best to wait him out. He would come down eventually out of sheer boredom and loneliness. He made his way to his throne and sat down rather abruptly.

“You don’t want to play today?” Nero’s voice was sulky.

The loud noise of someone coming into the room startled Weiss into a standing position. It was Restrictor of course. He hadn’t had the displeasure of being in here with him since that day. “Hojo said you weren’t allowed in here with me anymore.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself today.” Restrictor didn’t miss a step as he strode up to him confidently. “And also very foolish as well.”

Fear crept up on him again as Restrictor neared him. He hated that feeling. What would he give to be able to just come back and insult him like old times? He never liked the beating he received but it gave him some sense of freedom. Now he felt imprisoned in his own body. As much as he wanted to let him have it he couldn’t, that fear that he would do it again reared its ugly head and choked the response right out of him.

“Nothing to say?” Restrictor sounded almost gleeful. “If I had known fucking you would make you so compliant I would have done it years ago.”

Weiss opened his mouth to retort but nothing would come out. Damn it.

“Hm,” Restrictor made a pleased sound and Weiss stiffened up. His hand came up to touch the boy’s face and the younger man recoiled. When he actually made contact Weiss slapped his hand out of the way, to his own horror and Restrictor’s great delight. “You’ll pay for that.” His voice was soft and full of promise.

Nero had long since appeared behind him and Weiss cast a look over his shoulder despite the fact that he was utterly petrified.

“I know he’s there.” Restrictor smirked. “I guess you wanted an audience this time?” He really didn’t have time to screw around with Weiss, but he didn’t have to know that. It was wonderful just watching the fear radiate off of him. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Nero became alarmed. His brother was just standing there, seemingly frozen still. One look on his face and he knew that it wasn’t defiance or bravery that kept Weiss motionless, but fear.

“Did you hear me?” Restrictor moved forward threateningly and Weiss began shaking.

Weiss wanted to sit down, but his body wouldn’t let him. His body was telling him to fight or run away… but he couldn’t just sit down again. He knew that nothing he might do would appease him.

When Restrictor’s hand stretched forth, that was the last straw. Nero’s hands reached into the abyss and pulled out his weapons. He unloaded the contents of one of his guns into Restrictor’s arm and legs. He never saw it coming. He had his back to him after all. And there was no hesitation on his part either – that’s when he usually caught the person trying to pull a fast one on him. They always hesitated – afraid of what he might do. Fools. It didn’t matter though. It didn’t matter if Restrictor killed him now because he wasn’t going to let him touch Weiss again.

He grazed his shoulder, hit his hand and sank one bullet into his calf. They weren’t meant to be kill shots otherwise he would be dead already. They were just meant to piss him off, and they did.

Weiss watched as Restrictor turned his back to him to look at Nero, could tell by the tenseness of his body that he was going to spring on him at any second. His hand reached for one of those short blades of his… his intention was clear. He was going to kill him.

Suddenly it didn’t matter that he was afraid of this man, or afraid of the things he could do. He didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t let something like this happen. He reached behind him and produced one of his katana. Before he knew it the blade was lodged in the bastard’s right shoulder.

Nero dropped his hand guns in surprise when he saw that point tear through Restrictor’s front.

Without even thinking he grabbed the other sword and rammed the hilt into the back of Restrictor’s head. If his head hadn’t been tilted at an angle he wouldn’t have made his mark. The man just stood there for a moment, turned around on him, scaring him out of his skin… and then slumped to the ground.

“What have you done?” Nero whispered, running up to his brother and grabbing his shoulders. “Are you alright? How do you feel?”

Weiss was a little shocked to say the least. He couldn’t believe for a second he managed to hurt the man that spent his entire life devoted to making him miserable. “I feel fine.”

That’s when he heard Restrictor’s breaths. “Oh thank God he’s still alive.” Nero sighed, leaning down to assess the damage. “You didn’t hit anything vital. Let’s get him to the infirmary.” But Weiss wasn’t moving. “Weiss?” He was just watching him. This was serious though, and he didn’t want to run the risk of killing this horrible man with his darkness. “Weiss! Help me!” He couldn’t die, because then Weiss would die too. “Please!”

Weiss blinked once, snapping out of it and leaning over that hated man. He plucked him off of the floor. He and Nero hastily made it to the infirmary, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

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“He should be fine.” Vivian said. “The only reason he is still unconscious is because of that nasty bump on the head you gave him.” She clucked her tongue in disapproval before making her way back into the offices. “Really Weiss, you think you would know better.” It was confusing, because from the sound of her voice it didn’t seem like she cared much.

Weiss made a noise and Nero turned his head to the sound. It almost sounded like laughter. “Weiss? Are you alright?”

Weiss was strumming his fingers across the arm rest before he gave it a good feel. A small smile formed on his lips before he broke into an all out grin. “Heh, I think I feel… normal.” Something about what just happened gave him a feeling of accomplishment. He wondered, even if he came face to face with Restrictor again, if he would have the confidence to insult him… and… he felt that he could. Yes, he could definitely do something like that. He didn’t have to let him get to him.

Nero could only smile at that. He could tell his old Weiss was back. He stood and held out his hand to his brother. “Let’s go home.” And he took it.

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Author’s Notes:

12/17/06:

The plot holes have been filled in for the storyline to fit in completely with “In Moments” – lots of repetition from the first story – but these were here first so they get to keep their content I guess hehe. If you see any more plot holes please inform me. I’d hate to have them.

I’m going to be changing around “Forever and a Day” so it fits with this series – also – I’ve started on another sequel to this story. Hopefully it’ll be without Restrictor angst so we can have a happier story next time.

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The end was a bit rushed I guess… it’s over 22 pages without double spacing – so sue me hehe. This story is a bit off an opposite for “Just the Same” because the smexing occurs at the beginning rather than the end.

Nero is once again being rather playful and funny, like a good little brother should be. I liked letting him call Weiss his kitty since Weiss calls Nero his blackbird when he is the uke.

I wanted to sort of wrap up the whole thing with Weiss and Restrictor in this one – that way if I want to continue this later on down the way I won’t feel like I had to bring it up again. Weiss needed to feel whole again – his confidence had been somewhat shattered and I wanted to bring that back.

I also have a prequel to “Just the Same” being worked on, I have several pages, but it’s sort of hard to pursue it since it is rather violent.

I don’t think I mentioned this before, but this particular storyline sort of mirrors “Hidden” in a way (on purpose). The idea is very much the same, only Weiss and Nero are closer in age and their choices were slightly different… like when Nero wasn’t in the throne room to help Weiss. It’s not really important, but I thought I would bring it up at any rate.