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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Final Fantasy VII or Dirge of Cerberus.

Summary: Weiss invites Nero to take a bath with her one day and nothing has been the same since. Gender Switcharoo, M/F, Romantic, Angst. Story followed by a series of one-shots in no particular order.

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Like Weiss on Rice

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Nero was sitting silently, letting the figure before him tie his straps and belts. The pale and gentle hands offered the slightest and most teasing touches he ever felt he had to endure in his life. She finished up with a slight nod. “That’s better… not too tight?” She put two fingers into the collar of his neck, like one might a dog. She wasn’t trying to imply that though, he knew. She was looking out for his comfort, because no one else would. He loathed when others strapped his clothes together, he sometimes felt faint trying to get air past his throat - they tied him so tight. Not with her though, not with his Weiss.

“No, it’s perfect.” Just like she was - perfect. Weiss was his elder sister, always looking out for him, always helping him when he needed it. She could’ve dropped Azule and Rosso to their knees in a matter of moments, but she never laid a hand on him. She was always gentle and understanding. It drove him insane to think that they were related, and everything he felt for her might be wrong. What was worse she had given him no outward sign that she was interested in him other than any sister might love her brother.

“That’s good.” She patted his shoulders fondly with both of her own hands, before helping him up. It was unnecessary, but he allowed her to guide him up. He could refuse but she always insisted like any older sibling would.

He remembered growing up, then finally having the chance to meet her. She towered over him and always looked so strong. As she grew she became fuller bodied, not fat, but she definitely took on a more womanly shape. Her muscles might have looked slight on her form, but they only belied how powerful she truly was. To him she was invincible. He could remember having quite a bit of hero worship when he was but a boy. She was strong and perfect… and he wasn’t… but she loved him anyway. And that among other things was why he loved her so.

He found out all too soon that her smile belied the hell that was her life. Oh so perfect, and yet the only thing that stood in her way… was her gender. It had maddened Hojo greatly that she had turned out female. It didn’t matter that she was strong enough, stable enough to lead. He had wanted a boy, but she was the only specimen that was suitable enough for his experiment. This led Hojo to treat her more cruelly than any other soldier in Deepground.

Hojo had thrown around the idea of her having a child, perhaps her offspring would be of more use. The thought of that angered Nero to no end. The thought of his Weiss impregnated with another man’s seed was infuriating and he wouldn’t stand for it. Specimens that Hojo collected always had a way of turning up missing before he could do any experimentation. He was never a suspect of course, no one, not even Weiss knew the depths in which he loved her. Hojo just assumed it was someone who wanted the project to fail, and blamed other sources.

Hojo eventually gave up on the idea, he was getting on in years and Weiss did have a perfect body. He wanted to see his project flourish, but he still was displeased by his subjects’ gender… if only she had been male.

If only Weiss had been male, she wouldn’t have to prove herself all of the time as Rosso did. She was certainly less bloody than Rosso but twice the bitch. Yelling had left her voice with a grating purr. Fighting over the simplest of things had made her a tyrant. It took a while, but she finally won Deepground’s respect as their Empress. This allowed her to become a bit calmer, but she not dare show weakness. In a way he felt privileged, only he got to see her soft side.

He had been so busy thinking he hadn’t realized she was talking to him. He could get lost in that voice of hers. “Are you feeling alright? You look a bit light headed.” Weiss reached up to check his collar again. “Are you sure it’s not too tight?”

“Quite sure.” He moved around without swaying to prove it. It was strange to look down at her; he had spent most of his life looking up. She was taller than most men in Deepground, standing at six feet. He was only a few inches taller than she but it was enough for her to have to stare up at him instead. Weiss looked at him faintly; he could tell the wheels were turning in her mind. Part of her believed he was too engrossed in his own thoughts to talk to her.

As if on cue she smiled and said, “I’ll leave you to it then.” With one final and friendly pat on the shoulder she moved to the door. Just as her fingers touched the handle and pulled she felt and heard the door rattle as he slammed it back into place with his just recently freed hand. Having the door torn from her fingers like that, made her shake her hand a bit in mock pain. She didn’t feel anything really, but having a sense of normalcy dictated she actually act like it hurt. She turned around to look into her brother’s fiery eyes. She almost flinched with the intensity in which he was looking at her. She placed her back to the door and looked at him evenly and without fear. “Nero?”

“You don’t have to leave.” He stated, leaning against the doorframe. The almost straitjacket he wore had fallen off of most of his arm, revealing the odd pigmentation that decorated most of his skin.

Weiss half smiled at this, he was surely acting peculiar. “I was only going to leave… so I could take a bath.” She figured that would get him out of his odd mood, and it did. He looked away sheepishly, pulling his arm back and folding it up again as a bat might. The magnetic snaps in the back made a clicking noise as he did so. “You’re more than welcome to join me.” She tempted.

How tempting it was. Nero had been the one to end their bathing together. She had never minded, even as he grew up and reached puberty. She washed his back and hair for him. He realized it had to end after that one incident were he had said something to amuse her, and she hugged him, laughing. Having her naked body pressed against his back and warm breath against his neck drove him insane. He didn’t feel like he could control himself if he kept tempting himself after that.

Weiss sighed at him, clearly getting impatient with his zoning out today. She turned around suddenly and wrenched the door open before closing it behind her. Her abrupt exit left him dizzy.

Deciding he might like to keep his normal hands up in his suit, he used his mechanical arm on his wings instead to open the door. He watched her retreating back, her sharp hair bouncing as she went. Her room was just a turn away, and she disappeared behind the wall. His pace was brisk as he made it to her doorway. She had a plain basket in her hand and she jumped when he blocked her way. “Yes?” He didn’t say anything; she was already tired of his silent mood and pushed past him. He followed, allowing his footsteps to be a bit louder so she could hear him. “What?” She finally turned. “Are you going to take a bath with me now?” She hardly gave him time to answer. “Fine… be quiet all the time. That’s why everyone thinks your crazy you know.” She went on to say. “They keep talking about tying you to a pillar just to keep you away from everyone… if you don’t stop they just might… then where will you be?”

“You’ll just rescue me.” Nero finally said.

“You think so?” She said with defiance in her voice. She knew she would.

“I know so.” Nero grinned. “You love me too much.”

“Maybe.” She smiled back. Now they were walking side by side, this is where he wanted to be. She grabbed his arm unexpectantly, letting her left hand balance the basket she carried with her. He could only think of the generous breast being pressed into his arm. “I suppose it can’t be helped. I would get lonely without you around.”

That was Weiss, always straightforward and told him what was on her mind… or so he thought. Those words made his heart feel so light. At least he made her happy, even if they could never be together. Maybe that would be enough? But… more than likely not. He gained his fulfillment through her happiness, but there was still an ache inside his chest. No matter how much he denied it – it wouldn’t go away. He tried to drown himself into a sea of lovers, men and women, praying that maybe one would catch a fleeting interest from his heart. None did. He only felt empty afterwards.

Weiss realized that maybe they would bathe together today. They hadn’t done that since he was fifteen. She knew she must have embarrassed him in some way. Since then he had been much more guarded from her… like he was hiding something. But she just supposed it was him growing up and leaving the nest as it were. She wondered if he thought of her more a mother than a sister.

When they entered the spring area, the only place not tainted by Mako energy, maybe there was some in the water… but it was definitely water. Nero found himself turning around when Weiss stripped down. She took note of it and rolled her eyes at him. Nero, always the gentleman. It’s not like she wore much anyway. She wore black boots that belled up her white pants at the knee. Other than that, she wore that sash around her waist and something of a shirt that came undone behind her neck. He didn’t move until he heard her get into the water, only then did he turn around. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me before.” Weiss finally said.

“I know.” He had gotten an eyeful just last week when she decided to go to his room to dress herself. Hojo had been hassling her recently and she thought maybe she would just hide out in her brother’s room while she put on her clothes, worrying the scientist would come unbidden into her room… he usually did.

She waited, unmoving for a moment then became impatient. “Get in!”

“I can’t.” He said, although he wondered why he even came here in the first place. “Besides… you just strapped me in…”

“Oh so what?” Weiss huffed, smacking the water. “I can do it again later… I know you can get out of that thing yourself.”

He was really going to regret this, but he hadn’t taken a bath with her in quite a while… and it’s not like he hadn’t seen her before. Well… and he hadn’t taken one since yesterday… he was definitely overdue right? His brain was coming up with more and more excuses to just hop in so he decided to just go for it. The magnetic snaps in the back had a popping quality when he pulled his arms forward. He wriggled it over his head and grabbed at the garment before it could fall to the ground. He went to her clothing and began folding them. He then folded his material and placed it above hers. Snaps, buckles and everything in between were undone and were just as carefully folded until it was all in a neat and orderly pile. He didn’t really have to do this, but it helped distract him.

Weiss just watched him, stupefied at the care he took with their clothing. And to think, she just dumped her things on the ground. She couldn’t help but tease him. “I’m pruning waiting for you. Would you like to do some laundry while you’re at it?” She eyed his plain black ‘jump suit’ as she called it. “Hurry up and take it off so we can take a bath.”

“Turn around.” He felt self-conscious suddenly; he had been so worried about how her body affected him that he had forgotten the embarrassment of her looking at him.

“Oh… alright.” Weiss turned around.

“Close your eyes.”

“They’re closed.” As an added measure Weiss placed her hands over her eyes. “Better?” She didn’t expect an answer back and didn’t get one. This article of clothing, Nero had no problem just dumping on the ground before he scrambled into the water. He ended up slashing her back with the force of it all. “Hey!” The back of her hair was wet now… making the top of her head feel quite weird. She would remedy that right away. She leaned back and tipped her head under the water.

Weiss of course, didn’t think that her breasts would be pushed up into the air, or how her back would curve at a luscious angle… or any of the other dirty things that ran through Nero’s head. “Weiss!” He protested.

She ignored his complaint of course, thinking that he might not be as embarrassed if she did. Weiss’ eyes locked onto his skin, ooh! She wadded her way over to him and as she moved forward he backed away. “Stop moving! I want to see.” He finally complied, trying to steady his heart. The markings on his arms were angular and precise, but as they ran up into his chest they became softer and flowed a bit more freely. They weren’t the same on either side of his body; they just went this way and that… making their own particular pattern. “How beautiful.” She traced a line with her fingernail until it disappeared under the water and she couldn’t follow it anymore.

To be touched by her… He grabbed her hand. “They aren’t.”

“I think they are… they are beautiful.” She would much rather touch them all at once, but she knew he would be upset by it.

This is why he stopped bathing with her, she drove him insane. At least with her feet on the floor of the spring he couldn’t see her breasts anymore. For that he was grateful.

“You didn’t remove your mask…” Or whatever the hell you called it. It damn near encompassed his entire head. “How are you going to wash your hair?”

“I’ll do it.” He didn’t remove it, because she would be able to see how he felt. Unlike her, he wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions. It was all he could do not do something he would regret later right now.

“I don’t know why you are getting so upset.” She could see it in his stance, how stiff he was holding himself. “Do you hate your nee-san, sweet Nero?” Maybe she could butter him up a bit with words he used to describe her sometimes, he was acting so peculiar.

“Of course not.” Nero said, a little too quickly for his own liking. “I’m just… uncomfortable…”

She sighed, not sure what to do with him. “Let’s rest against the side then.” She moved over to the lip of the spring and pushed her back to it. It was smoother on this side; right next to her head the rock was a bit craggier and porous. Nero finally settled next to her. She let her feet float up to the surface and wiggled her toes. He unconsciously mimicked her and she giggled. “They are on your feet too?” She asked, his black lining also making his legs and feet. He pushed them under the surface immediately. She cursed herself… of course he would do that. “Don’t do that… its okay. I like them.” She waited a few minutes and his feet floated back up to hers again. She put her foot up next to his, silently comparing them.

Nero sighed, she had such perfect feet. They were small and delicate and well proportioned. His toes looked too long for his feet. Her toe nails were clear and healthy while his were black and dead looking. Not to mention his skin… but she seemed to like it… maybe it wasn’t so bad.

She sighed. “Look at that.” She pushed her foot under his and lifted it up a bit more.

“What?” He asked.

“Your ankles are smaller than mine.” She huffed. “Look at them, I hate my ankles… they are so thick and ugly.”

“I like them.” He mirrored her earlier words back to her. “I think they are perfect.”

“Oh yes, perfectly thick.” It was her turn for her feet to disappear underneath the surface of the water.

“I only speak the truth” He defended, his foot finding hers and pushed her foot up and admired it. Her leg was solid with muscle, no wonder her ankles were thick, but he didn’t mind, it was sexy to him. He couldn’t just say that though.

She traced her foot along his, he didn’t know why but the size difference excited him. It reminded him that she was small and womanly despite the fact that she could beat him into a pulp if she wished. He couldn’t help but blurt out, “Sweet Weiss…” Okay, say something else now. “I’m glad I’m here.”

That was a weird thing to say, but she would take it over his silence. “Well I’m glad you’re here too. I hate taking a bath by myself, its boring.” Then she realized. “We really haven’t taken a bath yet. Here, let me wash your back.”

That’s how this whole thing started. “Why don’t I wash yours?”

“Okay.” She said without hesitating, he smiled at her eagerness. Then he frowned when she sat in his lap. At least she wasn’t sitting on his… anyway. He started jumping his foot up and down nervously, causing her bob in and out of the water and she laughed, steadying herself by grabbing his knees “I didn’t ask for a ride.”

I’ll give you a ride… He narrowed his eyes at the back of her head, but said nothing. She was going to kill him. He half wondered if she knew what she was doing.

“Here.” She shoved a sponge into his hands. “The soap should be in the basket behind your head.”

Nero silently obeyed and rubbed the sponge against her skin. He must have imagined it when she arched her back into it and made a purring noise deep in her throat. Wishful thinking… it had to be. He could grab her hips now, drag her over and burry himself into her right this instant. God he wanted to… for years. He wasn’t quite sure how it would work but he was sure that he could get a handful of her breast and perhaps delve his fingers between her legs. He had employed his mechanical arms during sex before… maybe he could lift her up and down with them without too much effort. He needed to stop fantasizing… right now. His breathing had already become harsh and ragged. Also, his mechanical arms couldn’t tell the difference between what he wanted them to do and what he needed them to do. They flexed a few times in response to his daydreaming. He played it off as him adjusting her in his lap when he realized they had actually grabbed a hold of her hips. He willed them to just fold behind his back now.

“You’re quite thorough.” Weiss teased, “I think you gone over the same spot a few hundred times.”

“Sorry.” He apologized.

“Don’t be,” Weiss tittered. “At least you aren’t acting upset anymore.”

That’s because I am too turned on to be upset. She was getting up from his lap now and he unconsciously pushed his knee up to rub against her. She was quite soft between the legs.

Weiss suppressed a shudder that threatened to course through her. Had he meant to do that? She turned her head to look at him; she couldn’t tell… his eyes were expressionless at the moment… heavy lidded at best. He looked tired. She must have imagined it. Of course he wasn’t interested in her… he was her brother! She would have laughed if she didn’t know she would be questioned about it later. “Turn around.” She commanded and he obeyed. She tapped his shoulder and he obediently handed her the sponge. “My turn.”

Why did everything she say or do seem so damn sexy? Maybe because she was completely naked and right in front of him? He let his wings fall to his sides, and unfurled them a bit underneath the water, giving her easier access.

“I’m glad you grew up a bit more. I was worried about these things being too big for you.” Weiss commented.

“At least it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Nero said grimly.

“I know.” She purposely avoided rubbing across those two points on his back. She had grabbed a hold of his wings on more than one occasion. He didn’t so much as flinch. Not to mention he could lift heavy objects with them… as long as his legs could take it. Still… she remembered him being tender right there when he was younger, when the scientists first put them on him. She had been enraged. Sometime in their sleep they had knocked the boy out… and made sure she was indisposed of just in case.

“It’s ok… you can touch them.” Nero said softly. “Like I said, it doesn’t hurt.” She rubbed over them. “Thank you… that place is hard to reach.”

“That’s why you should let me take a bath with you.” Weiss thought this would be a good time to bring this up. “Who else will take care of you if I won’t?”

“Yes Weiss.” His voice lightened at her reproachful tone.

“Don’t ‘Yes Weiss’ me.” Weiss huffed, grabbing his shoulder with her left had as she sponged him with the right. “You’re just lucky I don’t force you take a bath with me.” Wasn’t that the truth? He probably would have attacked her a long time ago if she made him. Then she would probably be very angry with him. How could he think of doing such a thing when she trusted him so? Her tone had a delightful teasing ring to it when she said, “Maybe I will… I’ll just tie you up and throw you into the spring? How does that sound?”

She is trying to kill me. He had to keep the ‘Yes! Please do so!’ from bubbling out of his mouth. “Sounds wonderful.” Wait! Wait! No, take that back… scratch it.

“What did you say?”

Oh thank goodness she didn’t hear. “It sounds horrible.” Because it was and because he couldn’t do anything about how he felt. But maybe he shouldn’t have said that either.

Weiss paused for a moment, feeling slightly chilled by his response. “Oh.” Was all she trusted herself to say at the moment. This was horrible, she didn’t know what to say or do today to get him out of this funk. It seemed like he was okay most of the time, but then he would just get into this gloomy mood. She wondered if she was even helping at all. She promised herself this would be the last time she asked him to come with her. He obviously didn’t want to do this anymore. Maybe it embarrassed him more than she thought.

She wanted him to look at her now; maybe if he did he would know how she felt. But he didn’t, he kept his back to her, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to continue… and so she did. When had they drifted so far apart? She found herself wishing for the days when he was younger. Longing for that closeness, it was definitely better than how awkward they had become around each other. With age he only became more stoic and guarded, just like the outfit he wore.

She was fighting hard not to get too emotional right now. She didn’t want to worry him. How could she act like everything was fine when all she wanted to do was to hold him? That’s when everything started though… she held him that one day and after that he ran away from her. It was never the same.

Things had been harder ever since. He let her lean on him enough to get her through it, but only enough to scrape by. Her emotions were so close to the surface now, it was so hard to keep up the act. Sometimes… she wished that maybe Nero was never kind to her at all. Maybe if he had resented her growing up maybe then she could have hated him. Maybe she could have been stronger then because she wouldn’t know what love felt like. She managed before him, but once he was there she had come to rely on his companionship almost as much as he relied on her protection. Perhaps she just needed to stand on her own two feet and harden herself more. If she could just shut him out completely then would he be happy?

Maybe she was a burden to him then? Was he tired of her complaints? Shouldn’t she be used to the way things were by now? He by far had the harder life. If anyone, he should be coming to her… and yet he only silently listened as she prattled on endlessly. He never said anything though, which hurt the most of all.

Maybe later she would close off her heart to him, one day when she was strong enough to resent him through no fault of his own. Today… she would just enjoy his company.

She was the one being quiet now, Nero felt as she rubbed past that one place between his shoulder blades for the fifth time. He had kept count. Her breathing had shallowed and her grip on him was a bit more firm, as if she meant to never let go. She was upset, more than likely with him and what he had said. She didn’t understand though, he couldn’t… he couldn’t just…

Nero heard her breath catch a few times. His poor nee-san… He only remembered her crying one time before. It was when he asked her if what the scientists said were true, that he had killed their mother. She just held him then and cried, not for herself but for him. That was probably the first time he could remember falling so completely in love with her as she held him. She had been younger then, maybe all of twelve when it had happened. He was seven years old when he found out.

He had cried then too, because when he heard, they didn’t tell him directly. It was a conversation some of the scientists were having. ‘It’s a damn shame. She was one of our finest specimens. Weiss really loved her too. It killed her when her mother died.’ He had taken away something she loved, and even at the age of seven he felt regret.

Now she was behind him, washing his back, trying not to cry again… because of him. Why did everything have to be so hard all of the time? Even this? “Sister…” He turned around so suddenly his wing stuck her arm away.

She recoiled as if she had been slapped. She knew he didn’t mean to, but given her line of thought, maybe she should just… Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Just calm down for a few moments until you can go back to your room.

The skin on her hand was red and angry as she cradled it in her other hand. The sponge she held floated away from them to the other side of the spring. His first reaction was to take her hand, and so he did. “I’m sorry.”

Having him touch her hand like this now, made her heart twist again. Don’t be sweet to me… if you don’t mean it. She hated this, always getting conflicting signals from him. She was the strait forward type, she never hid that she loved him, not even to Hojo… the bastard. Well, it wasn’t like Nero hid that he loved her in his own special way either. He was never slow to put a bullet between someone’s eyes if they talked poorly of his older sister.

But for all the warmth he would show to the public, he could be quite cold to her when they were in an intimate setting. Would he give her the cold shoulder in a few moments? She didn’t know if she could handle it. Not right now. When he let her hand fall, even into the water she felt the sting of his touch on it. “I need to wash my hair.” She said, looking away from him. She grabbed the items she needed and scrubbed her head until her hair shot out in even stranger angles. Since dunking her head upset him she just grabbed onto the craggy ledge next to them and pushed herself under.

When she came up she was startled when he said, “I didn’t know you used lavender shampoo.” Of course he wouldn’t. “I always wondered why you smelled so nice.” Why? Because she smelled bad before hand? But she didn’t say any of that, because she knew he didn’t mean it that way.

“Thanks.” She said simply, grabbing the conditioner. Her hair was stuck to her head right now, but once it dried it would fluff out again. She pushed her head under once more, using the rock above her head to hold her down. She let one of her hands run through her hair, removing the excess conditioner she used. She let her hand then fell to her eyes and covered them. Not here, not now. Calm down. Calm down. She held her breath as long as she could before she had to emerge again… and when she did she felt his arms wrap around her. One arm below and one above her breasts, his inky black pigmentation contrasted sharply with her own skin.

“Don’t cry.” He spoke softly.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Weiss sighed, hoping she would not frighten him too much if she grasped his arms and held them in place.

“Weiss, I’m sorry.” He was going to take a chance now, “Weiss… I-”

“NERO!” A loud irritating shout that could only be Hojo’s echoed off the walls. Weiss was startled enough at Hojo’s voice to submerge herself almost completely. When Nero looked down he could only see the top of her head, her platinum hair plastered to her skull from the water. Clearly she was hiding from Hojo, so he would just act like she wasn’t there. “Where is Weiss?” Hojo demanded.

Weiss turned around, faced Nero and pushed herself closer to the wall, but not quite, she couldn’t get her footing up high enough for that. She felt like a coward right now, but she didn’t want to spend any time with Hojo. She couldn’t deal with it. She might do something she might regret, like beating him senseless and having Restrictor come in and crush her before she realized he was there.

“She is not in her room?” Nero played dumb. He leaned a bit further into the wall, pushing her along with him. She caught onto his idea and flattened her back against the rough surface. He folded his arms against the wall, enjoying thoroughly that they were going to get one up on Hojo. She was completely hidden under him now. Hojo would have to get into the water with them if he wanted to find her.

Hojo didn’t seem pleased with this lack of information. His face glowed an angry red color as he said, “How can you not know?” Hojo knew that the brother and sister were attached at the hip.

“We do not bathe together anymore.” Nero said evenly, the picture of calm.

Hojo took note of Nero’s lack of restraints. His clothes were folded neatly to the side of the spring. If he would have looked he would have found Weiss’ clothes tucked just as neatly underneath his. Nero seemed fine; he had no black fog swirling about him or in the water. “Getting better control of your power I see.”

Nero looked at him oddly, the man was becoming annoying. “I can control it better than you can imagine.”

“I highly doubt that.” Hojo quipped back. “Other wise you wouldn’t need to wear your suit.”

True, but he could go into extended periods without wearing that contraption. The only times he really needed to don his strange clothing was when aggravated or utterly exhausted. Those were the only times he let his power get out of hand.

Weiss, getting uncomfortable to with the position, decided to cling onto Nero instead of keeping her knees bent on the craggy flooring. Her legs went up and around his hips, her arms fitting themselves around his waistline.
Nero froze for a moment as Hojo continued to speak with him. He felt Weiss’s breasts crushed against his chest… but that wasn’t all. She was straddling him in the most peculiar way that drove him to the brink of madness. How the hell was he supposed to talk to Hojo when she was this close to him? He felt his body reacting. He had to stifle a curse from forming on his lips. How was he going to explain this to her afterwards? Maybe she would understand…

Soon she became uncomfortable in even that position. She grabbed onto the back of his wings that were submerged, hesitantly at first to let him know what she was about to do so he could brace himself. She felt him shift in understanding and she pulled herself up just a bit. She knew from experience this would not hurt him or she would not have even attempted it. She almost sighed in relief when her legs fit snuggly around his waist. This was much better. When she fidgeted again she felt his arousal pressed between their bodies. Oops. When he shifted, trying to keep his footing he moved himself against her folds and she had to stifle a moan with her hand.

“It seems that your markings are covering more of your body.” Hojo pointed out almost absently. “I’ll have to make note of that.” In reality, Hojo was very interested in this. It wasn’t often he got to see Nero without the boy being completely covered in fabric. It was much easier to study him this way. Although he thought it best not to test his luck too much. While he still held Weiss over his head, he couldn’t be too sure how far he could push him.

Nero nodded to appease Hojo, trying to keep his eyes even and unclouded. Thank goodness he hadn’t removed his head bindings or it would have been very apparent what he was feeling right now. Weiss, probably growing increasingly uncomfortable with her predicament kept shifting around, trying to move upward, hoping that by moving up she would get away from his prodding erection. It only worsened the contact. Her soft folds were sliding up him bit by bit. She was obviously effected, but wanted to see this through. He just wanted her to hold still before he did something he was likely to regret. When she was high enough on him, still not able to be seen but she damn near had the top of her head resting underneath his chin… one slip and she would impale herself on him. Before she had the chance he mashed her body firmly between himself and the rock behind her. He managed to push some air out of her lungs, but it only came through her nostrils.

“Aren’t you finished bathing yet?” Hojo snapped. “You’ve been in there a while.”

Nero was so close to her now, his body poised at her entrance. He was starting to sweat with the effort it took to control himself. Luckily Hojo would think it was due to the hot water. Why in the bloody hell was this man standing here talking to him while he was taking a bath anyway? He thought he had no privacy before…

She shifted innocently against him, trying to get comfortable and brought herself around him just a bit.

Nero wanted to leap out of his skin at this point; her body had an incredibly tight quality to it that made him want to experience it first hand. He experimentally pushed himself forward just the slightest bit, his head not even half inside her yet. He felt her flinch at the intrusion and stopped, calming himself. “You’ve been talking to me this entire time… how on earth am I able to bathe?” He glared at Hojo pointedly. “Don’t you have to find Weiss?” He steered him back into the right direction. “If you wait until I get out to find her… I’ll find her first and we’ll play a game with you.”

Hojo knew what that meant; it meant they would hide away in some remote corner of Deepground until they were ready to be found. That wasn’t something he wanted to particularly do. He wished he could wipe that smug look off of the freak’s face but he would concede for now. Right now, he just needed to get back to work and find Weiss.

As Hojo retreated Nero felt the anxiety roll from his body and he almost relaxed. When the scientist was completely gone he practically pushed himself away from Weiss.

Weiss’ head fell under the water and her legs let go of him. She had meant to take a sigh of relief but ended up swallowing water instead. She came up sputtering and choking. Nero immediately regretting his action, going to her and gave her light touches on the shoulder, righting her so she could cough up the water without falling over again. She almost threw up, but managed at the last minute to calm her stomach. “Are you trying to drown me?”

Nero only smiled, “No.” For a moment he could forget about what just happened as she rubbed the odd mixture of saliva and coughed up spring water from her face.

“You must have wanted to get away from me pretty badly.” Weiss finally said when she was sure of her voice. It was left a little rougher from the coughing, but she seemed fine enough. “Sorry to have made you feel so uncomfortable.” He couldn’t quite catch her expression before she turned. She was obviously upset.

Wait? Did he detect a hint of disappointment in her voice? He waded over to her, when his hand touched her shoulder she flinched away from him. He felt a tug at his heart at this; she had never done that before. “Weiss…” Both of his hands were on her shoulders this time and pulled her around to face him. She turned her head away defiantly, not wanting him to see her expression. “Weiss…” She did nothing, not even an acknowledgement. “Weiss look at me please.” He touched the side of her face, but did not tug. He waited for her to give him permission to gently turn her face. He might be a man, but he wasn’t pushy… never with her.

Weiss couldn’t stand this anymore. Having something like that happen just awakened another part of her that she dare not admit to. “Don’t touch me!” She hissed, shrugging him off of her. “I can’t think when you touch me.” It was more of an admittance than she would have liked. She covered her face and turned away again. The last few years had been a living hell for her. She wondered silently when she began to think of her brother in that way. When had it gone from her thinking he was precious simply for being small and cute… to thinking he was precious because he was wonderful, tall dark and handsome? If he ever knew how she felt… She knew he would treat her the same way he always had. She knew he wouldn’t be mad at her. But even still, there must be something close to disgust every time he thought about his “nee-san” thinking of him that way. Not to mention she was five years, almost six years his senior.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. She knew that Nero had his share of lovers. She wasn’t able to partake it such events because she was able to get pregnant and it’s not like Hojo would be handing out the condoms so the soldiers could fuck his favorite science project. Nero was definitely more experienced than him in these types of things, not to mention that almost all of his lovers that she knew about had been male. She knew he had been with a few females but he seemed bored with them. He was probably a homosexual. She knew he was a bisexual anyway. How could she hold his interest anyway? She was so completely stupid for thinking about them together.
She still felt the tingle on her from their bodies touching, still felt him as he nearly penetrated her. For a moment in the water she thought he might do it… just for a second. It might have been a cheap thrill but she could have just let herself drop on him. It would have looked like an accident and he wouldn’t have ever known. God she was pathetic…

Nero seemed to be caught off guard by what she had said, not sure if he should take it the wrong way. She didn’t give him another moment to think it over before she wadded into the shallow water to their clothes.
Ugh! She just needed to get away from him for a little while so she could cool her head. Obviously all that rubbing together had gotten her bothered enough to make her this emotional again. She had always kept it together before today… there was no point in screwing everything up now.

Almost forgot! I need to smile, then he’ll know everything is okay… everything is alright. She turned and flashed him some teeth before moving to get her clothes and get the hell out. She didn’t even bother with the towel, it’s not like they weren’t brother and sister after all.

Nero felt a bit of anger at her grin. He stomped over to her and began what would be one of the first demands he ever made of her in his entire life. “Don’t smile at me like that!”

Weiss turned to glare at him, what the hell was his problem? She gathered her clothes to her chest and looked at him stiffly. She was tired of it all, tired of the games. Everyone expected her to smile through it all… so why was he yelling at her to stop? Especially when he had been acting like a block of ice?

“I know that fake smile!” He informed. “I hate to see it on your face… so don’t you dare look at me like that… I don’t want it.”

“FINE!” Weiss screamed, angry. “I’ll never smile again!”

“I didn’t say that!” Nero shouted back. He stomped up to her the best he could without looking ridiculous. His wings caused more drag than he would have liked. His legs shot water in all directions as he made it to the shallow end. His feet made slapping noises against the rough ground. He pulled her into an embrace and she stiffened against him. “Weiss, I want you to smile at me. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. I don’t want a show. I want you.” Of course she would never understand his meaning. “Please don’t be mad me Weiss,” his face rested against her sodden tresses, unconsciously his hand went to cup the back of her head. “I can’t stand it when you are.”

“I know.” She relaxed a bit, before dropping her hands holding onto him. She gave an amused thought to the clothes that were pinned between them, but it was alright. She just thought of something. “I remember when you used to cry when I yelled at you.” A giggle slipped past her before she could squelch it.

Nero had to smile at that. “It’s because you rarely did. So you did it must have been for a good reason.” Then he added. “I hated being a disappointment to you.”

“You never were.” She rested her forehead against his shoulder, he was certainly holding onto her for a long time. Not that she was complaining. It felt good to have someone hold her for once. She turned her head slightly, trying to find a more comfortable perch on his chest.

For the second time today her innocent gestures would undo him. This time, he didn’t have the heart to push her away. He would be a man now, and face the consequences.

It took her a moment to realize that the fierce beating against her ear wasn’t her own heartbeat she heard. She looked up at him for a moment, startled with her discovery then her lips broke into a smile. “Nero…”
“I-I…” He needed to explain, but he couldn’t get the words out. “I…” He tried again but was cut off when she moved away from him, taking his hand and placing it over her breast. There he felt her pulse humming away at his fingers tips. He understood. They were the same. “I love you, I always have.” The words sounded so cheap to his ears and didn’t convey the way he felt in the slightest. Maybe I love you, I adore you, and I can’t live without you. Sweet Weiss, beloved Weiss, there are no words to describe everything I feel for you. Even that sounded sappy and he doubted she went for that sort of thing. Maybe if he hadn’t spent half of his life trying to hide from her he would know what to say now.

She seemed frozen on the spot before she laughed at him, laughed! He was mortified. Had she taken it the wrong way? “I’m sorry.” She said, covering her mouth. “You just looked so serious.”

“I am serious!” Nero huffed indignantly. She pushed an unruly lock behind her ear, her hair was drying already and it was fanning out little by little. Her small mouth looked incredibly kissable; when he bent down he realized quickly that his head piece was still on. He growled, tearing the mouth piece off first before removing the rest.

Weiss calmed herself and watched as he removed the band around his head. She rarely saw him without it… she had always wanted to just pull it off. She touched his face, tracing the red marks that lined where his odd mask should be. He was so handsome… and only she got to see him. He leaned his face into her hand and she cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes as if to savor the feeling before leaning down to kiss her.

Oh… Her toes were curling and her eyes fluttered shut. She felt it all the way down into her stomach and wondered silently how he could have such a strong effect on her. Maybe because she had wanted this for a long time? Maybe… oh God what’s he doing with his tongue? Both of his hands were cupping the back of her head and weaving through her hair, it felt something close to electric. He tilted his head to one side and pushed her so he could deepen the kiss. It felt odd at first, but she could only just glean the excitement he felt as she joined him hesitantly and rubbed her tongue over his. As if that was all the encouragement he needed he tilted her head back farther until she had to wrap her arms around his neck just to steady herself. One hand held her head in place while the other snaked around her waist to press her to him.

Now that he had her, he was unrelenting. He was sure he must have rubbed against every surface of her mouth by now. Her taste made him realize she must have eaten something sweet before she came to help him with his clothes. He would have to find out about this secret stash later.

Not wanting to stop, they drew in air between their mouths, making a hissing noise as they did. Even that drove him. He wanted more… his fingers grabbed a leg and brought it up around his waist. He ground his hips into hers, rubbing her folds with his erection until he found a spot she liked.

Weiss felt like her legs were going to give out at this rate. She was the one to break the kiss when she gasped for air. There was a trail of saliva connecting their mouths, it was somewhat gross and embarrassing, so she smiled slightly and wiped at her mouth.

Nero smiled at her, but didn’t do the same. His mouth was on her again in a matter of moments.

She felt as if the energy was being drained out of her, it was entirely possible considering this was Nero kissing her… but she knew he wouldn’t do that. How long had she waited for something like this to happen? She was a twenty-four year old, which was a horribly long time to remain a virgin. Well, as far as she knew. Who knew what they did to her while she slept some nights. Best not think about that.

Nero felt her getting distracted, how insulting! But he didn’t quite know what was running through her mind until she interrupted his kisses yet again and said something so wonderful to him. “Nero,” She purred in his ear, taking a tone he wished he could’ve heard forever before this day… but it was so good it didn’t matter. “Take me now.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He held her a little tighter and craned his neck around. On the floor? That wasn’t romantic at all. The wall? During her first time? That might hurt… better save that one for later. He couldn’t take them back to either of their rooms. No doubt Hojo would be laying in wait. No bed and just the floor. Wait! He could take her back into the water… where all his fantasies always took him anyway. Yes, that would be perfect.

Nero grabbed the small of her back before sweeping her legs up in a swift movement. She was heavier than he imagined, but she was muscular. He wasn’t about to say anything. He made his way to where the smoother rock was so he wouldn’t hurt her unnecessarily. Also, it was shallow enough to where he could see her easily… not to mention he could support her without becoming too tired when the time came.

She finally found a comfortable position in which to lie. His lips nudged against hers, seeking entrance, her lips parted once more and he delved into her. His hands came up around her body gently. And then with firmer hands he began to caresses and memorize every inch of her flesh within reach. He was going to do this right.
He ran his hands down her bottom before he squeezed the rounded flesh, she jumped a little and he tittered. She, having no idea what to do, just scraped her nails down his back, over his shoulder and up his neck until he shuddered and closed his eyes briefly. Afterwards she touched him with inexperienced hands. She wasn’t quite sure where to touch him, but from his reaction he was enjoying what she was doing. Her fingers dipped below the surface and ran a long but blunted nail over his length and he hissed, grabbing her hand.

At her questioning glace he told her. “I’ve been waiting too long for this…” He didn’t want to attack her, but he felt like he just might in a moment if she didn’t stop clouding his mind with her maddening little hands. “Let me please you…” He wouldn’t know how long he would last within her at this rate, he was painfully erect and his body cried out for her. Soon… soon…

He decided to distract her with kisses as he ran his hands down her body. Her breasts were soft… his crafty fingers brought her nipples to painful points before they trailed down lower to her stomach. He mashed her lower belly with the heal of his hand and she moaned into his mouth. Somehow… he knew she would like that.

Now his fingers were underwater and she began to shake, not sure what to expect. Nero had never had a virgin before, but he heard stories about how much it might hurt if he didn’t prepare her enough. As much as she complained about her lack of a love life… he was secretly glad that he would be her first. Then she would be all his, his Weiss. No one would ever touch her but him. No one would be able to please her as he did… he would make sure. He was going to have so much fun playing with his big sister.

His fingers found it instantly, oh yes… He could tell by her lovely expression and the way she clung to him. It seemed her body shook in time with his fingers that worked over that little nub. He would have to stop this soon before she was over stimulated and he hurt her. He had something far gentler than his fingers for her.

She looked at him, a bit dazed as he stopped his assault on her body. He lifted her up to the lip of the spring before he sat her down on the edge.

“Lay down.” He requested, but in his heated voice it sounded more like a demand. She decided to humor him, placing one hand under her head to cushion it from the hard ground. He gently parted her legs and nipped at her creamy thigh.

His kisses and nips made it clear where he wanted to head with this. “Nero…” Weiss muttered, embarrassed. He was staring at her intently and her blush deepened.

When she looked as if she might sit up, and she tried, his hand shot up and pushed her down again. He was going to make sure she was completely prepared for him... and he wasn’t going to get her that way with her trying to run away from him. He let his tongue slide over her delicate flesh and heard her intake of breath. Heh… He delved between her legs with licking and sipping kisses. His feathery hair must have tickled her legs at once point, because she giggled a little breathlessly. He sucked on one of his fingers and pushed it into her, and she didn’t laugh after that.

She did, however, squirm, fidget and outright flop around underneath him. Her powerful thighs cushioned around his head at one point. She seemed on the brink, but something held her back. Fear of the unknown? He realized her hand was searching for his, he offered it to her and she took it in both of her own, squeezing it. Her neck twisted to the side and she gasped, her body stiffened. Little sound came from her mouth as she clenched her teeth. That was disappointing… he was hoping to hear her scream… but he did love the moan that slipped out as he removed his finger.

He wanted to do more, but he already knew she was ready for him. He pulled her limp body from the ground and brought her up to him. He lined their bodies up before he lowered her down onto him and brought her up again. This was going to take a bit, but it would be worth it. He inched a little lower each time, giving her body time to adjust to him. She was so tight around him he almost couldn’t bear it. He had to pause more than once just to control himself. He wasn’t even half in her before she bit down on his neck, hard. He shuddered in delight. It was going to be difficult taking this slow. She was trembling so badly from pleasure and inexperience that he almost came undone again. This was definitely harder than he thought it would be. How many nights had he fantasized about this very moment? Her face inflamed, her eyes almost closed as she moaned with every pull and thrust. He knew then that he would never get enough of her, ever. When she finally surrounded him all the way to his base he let go of her hips and wrapped his arms around her, she laced her fingers behind his neck and embraced him fully. To be merged with her on this physical level was more than he could have hoped for. She was still shaking, still twisting.

“Nero,” Her voice sounded heavy with arousal and almost pained. “You’re so deep…”

To hear her say such a thing sent a shockwave of pleasure through him. “Do I fill you my love?” Nero purred, one of his arms dropped down to support her as he slid out of her and pushed back in slowly.

“Yes.” Her head fell back and she shook. “Please… oh… please…”

“My sweet Weiss… you never have to beg… I’ll give you whatever you wish.” Nero began with a slow stroke before pushing into her more quickly. She screamed his name. Oh yes dearest Weiss… I’ll give you everything and more. He pushed into her delicious heat until he found that place within her quite by accident.

“Nero!” She shrieked, her body curled around his, squeezing him like she was crushing his erection within her. “Oh, Ah!”

He was sweating now, but he wasn’t sure how much of it was the water or him… or even her. He had to try that again. He kissed her deeply, his tongue twining with hers in a dance. She made an Mmmmm-ing noise into his throat. Her body was still humming with an odd mixture of lust and love; he could feel it as his fingers skimmed over her stomach, making the muscles jump in anticipation. He lowered her until she rested against the smooth rock. He was going to enjoy pounding into her warmth. He grasped just under her knee and rolled forward. His pace quickened until she screamed with every thrust of his hips. Beautiful Weiss, his perfect, his everything… but he couldn’t lose sight of his goal. He wanted to test something out after all. Once again he found that place within her. She threw her head back in a silent scream as her body arched up, displaying her breasts and her perfect body in wild abandon. He couldn’t help it this time, she was so beautiful, and she was so tight… Oh… His eyes closed and he poured himself into her, crashing his hips into hers and slamming against that spot each and every time. Please… let this not be a dream… “Weiss! WEISS! I love you. Oh, I love you!” He clenched his teeth and spiraled downward.

It might have just been once for him but her body wouldn’t stop squeezing around him until his movements finally ceased and her voice came back to her. She was sobbing his name into his hair when he leaned over her, content for now.

Their fingers laced together and they looked at each other as if for the first time. “I love you… more than anything else in this world.” He finally said, feeling his voice finally might have the sincerity in which he was searching for the first time. “I want to always be by your side.”

“As long as you stay by mine.” She purred, answering him. “I love you.”

“Let’s always be together.” Nero trailed kisses and small nips down her neck.

“Yes.” She answered, but he was unsure if she was answering his statement or if she was just pleased with what he was doing at the moment.

“I promise not to hide how I feel anymore… or hide from you.” He felt her fingers tighten around his at his words; the power from it nearly stole his breath. He sneaked a glance at Weiss. She seemed so content, happier than she had been in years. He wished he would have come to her sooner.

“Nero…” She felt him grow within her and he began a maddening rhythm within her. “That didn’t take long.”

“It never will…” He pulled out all the way before he thrust into her again and she squeaked. She was precious.

“Mmmmm… Nero?” Her voice trailed quite flawlessly from a moan to his name.

“What?” He never ceased his actions even for a moment. Now that he got his second wind it was easier to control himself, but not by much.

“Let’s play a game…”

A game? What game would she know about? He was so intrigued he had to ask. “What kind of game?”

“Hide and seek.”

Oh my, his dearest Weiss was quite evil… he knew he had to know the details now. “What will we be hiding then?” He pulled out slowly then ground himself into her.

She didn’t quite know what was getting him so excited, they played hide and seek with Hojo before. Whatever she said, the results were nice. “Ourselves?”

Oh… OH! She really meant it literally. “I see.” He dropped his head down next to her ear and nibbled on it.
“I… we… could hide somewhere… I found… oh!” His teeth grazed her neck. “Nero I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

“That’s the idea.”

Her soft body molded into his as he bore down on her. Their bodies fit together so perfectly as if they were made for each other. He felt the pressure building in her again as she tried to mumble incoherently. She was trying to think again apparently… well he knew how to take care of that…

Through the haze she saw an impish grin forming on his face that told her he was about to do something downright evil. He let go of one of her hands, using it to grab her knee. He pushed it forward until it nearly touched her chest, he was already getting into position. She already knew what he was doing. “Nero…” Her voice was a warning, a warning he chose to ignore anyway. “Nero! NERO-Oh!” Her back bowed up again, this time no where to go but into him, so she lifted both of their bodies with her strength. She could only crack her eyes enough to look at him. Behind his strained face, his wings had shot up into the air, looking quite intimidating with their almost skeletal like appearance. A white flash behind her eyes blinded her for a moment. “Nero… Nero…” She mewed. The pressure in her body kept building and it wouldn’t let go until he stopped. She tried, oh she tried to regain control of her mind, but every time she might have been capable of conscious thought she felt the pull and grind of his length within her and she sobbed when it touched her there again. He was going to kill her like this, she was sure. “Nero! Please… oh please cum in me! Please! I can’t stand it!”

Answering her call, her gathered her up to him and pounded into her. He held on for a few more maddening minutes, just to torture her longer before he finally gave in and came. His wings splayed during that moment, rattling with tension as he shook within her. She was squeezing the hell out of him right before his body relaxed and he fell to his elbows above her.

He never felt so wonderful in his life. He promised himself he was going to ravage her every night… every morning… after lunch and possibly after she was finished with sword practice. He loved watching her when she did that… sweat rolled off of her as she performed her almost lazy looking form of sword play. Her back bent in an almost slouch and one sword it front and the other behind her legs. She often asked if he would shoot at her to practice her deflection. When they had first started, he always made sure to shoot away from her… then again he wasn’t all that great a shot back then either. He put his fair share of holes into her… but her skin was surprisingly never scarred from it. Thank goodness for those stupid healing tubes. He still hated shooting at her, but what she demanded he had to obey. He was startlingly accurate now, but he always chose to fire a little over her shoulder each time. Just the thought of ravaging her after a little exercise got him excited all over again. “Sweet Weiss…”

Weiss, not to keen to his idea, pushed him off of her. “I don’t think so.” At his false hurt look she explained. “Give me a moment to breathe… my God, I’m not some machine.” Then she eyed him. “Where did you learn how to do that anyway?”

“Nowhere.” Nero grinned evilly, moving a little closer her so he could touch her and kiss her shoulder. “I found it quite on accident I assure you.”

“Mmmm hmmm.” She obviously didn’t believe him.

“Whether you believe it or not, it’s true.” He moved behind her to nuzzle her neck and cupped one of her breasts. Her flush came back tenfold and she bent her neck away to give him easier access. “But now that I found it… I think I’ll take advantage of it every time.”

“Every time?” She whimpered, watching his fingers make her flesh perk up. His other dark hand was darting around her now to delve between her legs. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He purred, feeling her respond to his touches again. He had several years of fantasies to make up for… and he hadn’t even scratched the surface yet.

“If you keep being so rough with it…” She gasped. “I’m sure you’ll end up breaking it eventually.”

“Oh God, I hope not.” He laughed, latching his teeth into her neck and sucking until he was sure he would leave a mark.

She felt like she was suffocating from the magnitude of their lust. “I can’t breathe.”

“Weiss…” He said, in a pleading voice. “Let me in… let me in again.”

“No…” She whined, he was just going to end up doing that again… and if he did her body just might just shut down from complete overload.

“No?” He nuzzled the purpling bruise her left on her neck. It was a dark mark, just like him. Maybe he should give more of these… in secret places no one else could see… marking her as his. His fingers worried the little nub between her legs even harder this time.

Her head lolled onto his shoulder. A finger squeezed into her and she gasped. “Oh…”

“Would you like me to stop?” He twirled his finger in her.

“No!” She hadn’t meant to say it quite that loudly. She hated to admit it, but it wasn’t enough… not now anyway. “I want you inside me.”

That didn’t take long. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her onto his lap, entering her again.

A minute amount of pain coursed through her at being seated so roughly on him, and that was the only reason she heard the footsteps. Her eyes went wide for a moment. Hojo. Nero must have heard it too because he had stiffened against her. He quickly grabbed for their clothes beside him, glad that they were still in a relatively close location. He pulled out of her and stood up in a quick movement before pulling her to him. They shot up into the air rather quickly, their hair fluttering as they went. Parts of Deepground had notoriously high ceilings… and this room wasn’t an exception. He landed on a particularly large ceiling beam before depositing her safely on the ground. True enough, Hojo came in… they could only tell it was him by his wild movements his obvious anger to not find Nero now. He knew that they were hiding again… Nero must have found her first. They couldn’t hear his voice though, even if they strained. He was talking to a few ground soldiers but they soon left him, obviously they were going to go look for them now.

“Maybe we should get dressed?” She asked softly.

“Not a chance.” He placed their clothes behind him before he advanced on her.

“What?!” She said in a harsh whisper. “You can’t be serious!” She grasped the metal fearfully. “We’re too high up.”

“You better hold onto me then.”

“Nero… please…” He cut her protest off with his lips. “He’ll see.” She finished and his mouth was on her again. “Mmmmm…” She purred into his mouth when he entered her, her arms went around his neck.

Nero waited to let go of her mouth until Hojo was satisfied they weren’t in this room and left. “He’s gone…” He thought he would inform her.

“Where do you get all this energy?”

“You’re still talking?” Nero growled into her ear and she laughed. “I mustn’t be doing my job right.”

“How old are you again?”

“Nineteen.” He said, exasperated at her persistence.

“Oh… I almost forgot you were still a lad.” She giggled, “I guess I’m just an old lady then… I can’t keep up with you.” He was completely insatiable, but it’s not like she was putting up a fight.

“You’re not an old lady…” He flipped her onto her stomach then, pushing her head down in a bowing position. “And I’m not a lad.” He slammed into her to prove his point.

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“Oh Nero, Uh!” Weiss was bent over her throne. She loved this position because he went in so deep that it was painful. One arm braced her up while the other rested against the back of the chair like structure. It was made of stone and not remotely comfortable to sit in much less have her head bashed against when he got a little too enthusiastic with his thrusting. She knew he loved to hear his name when he made love to her. That was his little vice it seemed. If he didn’t hear it enough he found ways of coaxing it out of her, whether he touched certain parts ever so lightly or slam into that one spot that he knew would force her to orgasm.

His mechanical hands came down and grasped her hips. It always amazed her what free range of motion they had, but she couldn’t complain. He grabbed both of her arms and held them behind her as if to restrain her. She knew well enough that she could break his hold, but always chose not to. It was good to feel a little helpless every once in a while… especially since Nero could pound into her so hard and fast if he did.

Weiss’ was so beautiful like this, her hair bouncing and her breasts swaying with every push and pull of him. She grasped his arms that held her, she needed that… something to hold onto before she could cum. “Ototo,” She whimpered and he shivered. She rarely called him that, but when she did it sent chills up him. Her head turned, her eyes were darker than normal. “Don’t make your nee-san wait any longer.” Her voice was broken from the thrusting.

“Give me a few more minutes.” He promised. He wanted to torment her and admire the view for a little longer. But she wasn’t going to wait for a few more minutes. Her body was already stiffening up as her release finally came. He had managed to loosen her up enough so he didn’t feel like he was going to be literally crushed between her folds but she was still unbelievably tight even now, when she hit her orgasm it was worse… but oh how wonderful it felt. He couldn’t help but cum when she did. He loved the sweet sounds that followed. “Nero! Ghn! Nero!” Every time she called his name sent a spike of pleasure through him and he couldn’t help but shudder.

When they had finally calmed down enough he released her, albeit carefully as she didn’t just fall forward. She plopped down on her throne, spent for the moment and held her hand out to him and he took it. She pulled him down atop her lap and cradled him. It looked ridiculous for a grown man to be sitting in a woman’s lap like this, but he didn’t mind. She always managed to find an angle where his head could rest against her chest or right under her chin, today his head was resting against her breasts. A hard nipple was pushed against his cheek and he had to refrain from just turning his head and nipping at it.

“You are always so good to your nee-san.” She purred, stroking his hair with her free hand. He closed his eyes at the feeling. She used to do this when he was younger. That electrifying feeling ran through his body when her nails scraped against his scalp.

He thought it was funny when she referred to herself in the third person, but it sounded good to his ears. “That’s because she is always so good to me.”

“I know how she could be better to you…” Her hand went from his hair, tracing down the slight contours of his chest before coming to grip him around his manhood.

“Sister…” He closed his eyes, ending the game.

“Let me touch you… you so rarely let me do it.” Weiss tightened her grip on him when he tried to move. She bent down and kissed him, hoping by doing so he would be content and let her play with him. But he wasn’t content at all, and he broke free from her gentle hold on him. His mouth never left hers the entire time.

Oh, she didn’t understand. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it… “You drive me wild,” He lifted her surprised form and pushed her into the stone work that backed her chair. “It isn’t enough, your hands… your mouth…” Oh Planet he loved it when she used her mouth on him. “I love them, but I want to be inside you.” He needed it. He couldn’t stand not driving his manhood into her. In that way, he felt that he was one with her finally… able to lose himself within her. “I need you so much it hurts.” And then he drove into her. There was that fulfillment again, where he couldn’t tell were he began and she ended. This utter bliss that he felt, it was enough to drive him mad. “Sweet Weiss, dearest sister, my nee-san, my love.” Every name he had for her and every one of them dear to him.

She mimicked him. “Darling Nero, ototo, my love, my pillar.”

She never called him that before, but he picked up the meaning easily. Tears easily came to his eyes and he pushed his face into her hair.

“Don’t cry my sweet.” She said, her hand running through his unruly hair. “We are one and the same now, and I cannot help but feel sad when you cry.”

They were one, weren’t they? That moment they connected… but he still wanted more… to get under her skin completely. It sounded strange even to his ears, but that was what he wanted… that way he could feel like this always.

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“Let’s run away together.” Weiss had said one afternoon… not that they knew it was afternoon but by a clock on the wall. It was a lazy Monday, the one time they ever had off. It wasn’t official or anything, but usually the scientists weren’t there to bother them and all soldiers called a temporary truce during this time. They fought enough; they should have at least one day to relax. It was strange though, as most people who fought to kill each other would often sit down and play cards on days such as these.

Nero hadn’t heard that one before. He rolled over in bed, looking at her and his wings creaked. “We can’t do that.”

“Of course we can.” She said with defiance in her voice.

“How would we leave?” He humored her, his voice filled with merriment.

“We could dig.”

“That’s a lot of dirt. Where would we hide it?”

“We could fight our way out.”

“That’s a lot of soldiers… even if they are peons. Not to mention Restrictor.”

“We could hold people hostage.”

“They would definitely kill us then.”

“Or you could…”

“No.” Nero rejected.

“Why not?” She tittered.

“You very know very well why I cannot.” He huffed; insulted that she would ask such a thing. “I would never forgive myself if you died within me.”

“But I want to see the sun.” She nudged him with her foot.

“You’ve been talking to Rosso again.” He mumbled.

“But we could be together all of the time then… and we wouldn’t have to hide.”

Tempting, but not when she would be dead within three days of leaving this place. Damn the stupid failsafe. As much as he wanted to give her what she wanted, she was something he was too selfish to let go of… especially for something so fleeting. “No.”

“You’re not fun at all.” She turned away from him. “Besides… I’m your boss… you have to do what I say.”
“No I don’t.” He poked her with his foot this time.

“Is that insolence I hear?” She did her best impersonation of Restrictor’s voice; it came out sounding quite comical. She sat up before looming over him and blocking out the light overhead. She let her voice go back to normal. “I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”

“Go right ahead.” He said, all defiance.

“I think I will.” And she did, but in a nice friendly way.

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It had to happen eventually. They made love like rabbits after all. He was surprised; he thought that maybe her body would reject something as dirty as his seed. When she began to show everyone knew who the father was. Now her belly was quite round. Nero was twenty years old today… what a present.

Weiss was sitting on her throne as the Tsiets were briefed on the goings on outside. Hojo’s boy, as they all called him, was tearing up the country side. Maybe they wouldn’t be around for too much longer after all.
Rosso, to her left, who had been initially aggravated with Weiss, had come to respect her all over again. She had thought that maybe Weiss would have been weakened in ‘her state’ and while had slowed down somewhat for now… she was still faster than Rosso would ever be. Maybe Rosso was a bit jealous, not of Weiss’ child but Nero. He had quite the woman.

Azule could have cared less. It was the way of things in his beastly mind. He gave Nero a good hearted smack on the back one day, which had been so unexpected that it had sent him sailing across the room.

Shelk, well… Shelk was Shelk. Impassive as always, no one ever knew what she was thinking.

All in all, the Tsiets were a united front. They had their goal, and hopefully it would be finished this year. This was just another unexpected turn of events.

Hojo had been furious with them, only now suspecting Nero of his failed experimentation on Weiss before. The dark bastard probably ruined her from the inside out. She seemed prideful of it, carrying herself with even more satisfaction than usual. He would love nothing more than to remove that cocky smile from her face. To him, she was nothing but a specimen, one that needed to be broken quickly before she grew out of hand. He needed to leave soon, to go to his son, but he left final instructions behind him.

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“I think you are happier about this than I am.” Weiss tittered. He rested to her side, practically embracing her stomach.

He couldn’t help it; this child was a physical manifestation of their love. The fact that she could even get pregnant at all by him was a miracle in itself. It also didn’t hurt that now that her body showed they didn’t have to hide their love for one another. They didn’t kiss or hold hands in public as normal couples might, they still had an image to maintain, but it was known and accepted.

Their lives felt almost normal now, like they were husband and wife. Soon they would have a baby, something to pour all their love into and raise themselves. They promised that they would leave somehow. They wouldn’t let the same thing happen to him. He felt a slight movement against his cheek. He shivered, something was alive inside her, and it was his. “My son.”

“My Nero.” She purred, stroking his hair.

“My love.” He answered, lifting himself from her stomach and closed his mouth around hers. “I want you.”

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Weiss opened her eyes and didn’t feel that weight upon her anymore. She knew. She was back in her bed… just like when Nero’s wings had appeared. They put him back in bed as if nothing happened at all. She let tears fall from her eyes. Why now? Why did they let her carry him for so long if they would take him now? He was hers… but then again… nothing was hers except for Nero.

Nero was sleeping beside her, rolled away from her. She touched him, shaking him slightly. She couldn’t move, her body was too sore and she feared that she might have stitching across her belly.

“Nero.” She said. He didn’t respond, maybe he had been drugged. He would have to had to have been. “Nero.” She said a bit more firmly, placing her hand on his arm and touching his skin. It was alarmingly cold. “Nero?” She pulled him onto his back and he flopped over limply. “Nero?” She didn’t see that familiar rise and fall of her chest and she thought the worst. “Nero? Nero! Nero! Nero!” Her voice raised in pitch until she felt panic swell inside her.

“Hm?” He finally muttered, taking a deep breath.

Thank goodness. She continued to lie on her back, her fingers found his and they laced together as always. “Nero…” She knew he couldn’t hear her. “Our baby is gone.”

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When Nero finally awoke, he didn’t have to be told what had happened. He had seen everything with his own eyes. They had taken Weiss sometime in the night, he knew something was amiss when he didn’t find her next to him. He found her… and when he did… it was already too late.

He had shot a few of them, killing them in an instant before Restrictor had come down and threatened him. No matter how hard he wanted to, he always had to submit. Of all of the Tsietz… he was the only one would they couldn’t inject a disease into… couldn’t make a microchip or anything that he couldn’t simply absorb. No, nothing of the like could tame him. But they had Weiss, and that’s all they needed. He allowed them to drug him. He wasn’t sure if he would ever wake up... but even as he was bound to Weiss, Weiss was bound to him as well. She loved living, but if he died… she didn’t care what a disease could do to her. He knew, she told him herself once.

But here he was now, back in bed with Weiss. He felt the bed shudder ever so slightly with her silent sobs and he couldn’t even move to comfort her.

They were being punished for ruining everything for the scientists. They had ruined twenty five years of work on Weiss… their immaculate Empress.

He would never tell her that he heard their baby crying. That he had heard, as he fell unconscious that cry being cut off sharply for whatever unknown reason. He could spare her that horror at least.

They would never have a child again, the scientists had made sure.

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Please don’t scream, I can’t take it. Weiss had to refrain from covering her ears when she heard Nero’s pitiful cries. Please wait, just a little more… we’re almost done.

“Weiiiiiissss!” Nero was killing her, he knew. He could feel it but he couldn’t help it. He felt parched for her and she remained tortuously close but just out of reach. “Sister, please!” He was locked into place and was so weak he didn’t have the control over his power that he wished. “Sister!” He watched as she went, her face was reddened somewhat… she was suffering as much as he.

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Some days later he was sleeping, quite difficult when your arms were above your head. A harsh light glowed in this hall, making him squint his eyes. It took a few moments, but when his eyes finally adjusted he realized that Weiss was standing before him. She was bathed in light, emanated it even. She looked like an angel.

“Don’t be afraid.” But he wasn’t. Where would she get that idea? “Please, call back your darkness. It is… uncomfortable.” She didn’t want to make him feel bad, but she couldn’t even move due to it. He gathered it around him the best he could and her bright glow all but dissipated. She moved freely to him. Her hands grasped the chained the bound him, snapping them instantly. He slumped to the ground, but she caught him just in time. “I’m sorry.” She said almost immediately when she touched him. “I’m sorry I let this happen.” I’m sorry I let this continue for so long.

“It… doesn’t matter.” He said with some difficulty. “You came.” His lips thinned into a wry smile. Weiss, his hero. She lifted him easily, taking him somewhere that they might rest together.

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They weren’t stupid enough to think that they would live happily ever after. He ran his fingers over her flat belly and to the singular scar there. It was the only one she had, they had left it there as a reminder to her of what they could do. How he hated them.

They might not be there anymore… the ones that could hurt them. But he hated them still for all they did. They were killed off the moment Restrictor had been destroyed. He had enjoyed that time greatly, he hunted quite a few of them down personally and had a little fun with them… the people he knew who tormented him… the scientists who took their child away.

There would be no more children, they only had room in their life for one miracle, and even if they tried again… it would never happen.

The first time they made love in months. They were face to face, looking into the other’s eyes. Things weren’t going to get better. They couldn’t leave this hell even if they wanted to. She would have gone with him, but he was too afraid to let go. She would be ready, when the time came… if it ever did. When he could, she would follow him outside and maybe for a day they could be with each other without the responsibility that weighed down so heavily upon them. “Nero…” Her eyes misted over and her legs tightened around him. “Let me go.”

Nero gasped, his hands clutching hers wildly. “Not yet.” He breathed. “Not yet.”

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She was sitting down on her throne, her face in such peaceful repose that he felt that maybe if he went to her and touched her that she would wake. Three days… three days ago she killed the last one. On the first day, she felt somewhat nauseous. The next day she was coughing up blood… and the third… she could only breathe ever so weakly.

He was there, alone, holding her hand as her breath rattled and her chest fell for the last time. But before, she looked at him softly, with that same face he had always loved, and smiled. “Nero.” She held out her hand to him, and he took it. “My pillar.” And that was all she said.

He couldn’t say anything, nothing at all, but squeezed her hand so tightly he thought he might break it. But even while she lay dying, she was too strong for that. But now, things were different. Beloved Weiss… he thought. I regret… I regret only having four years with you. But he never regretted loving her, not even once. Even if they had lived a hundred years… even if a thousand… he would love her still. “Weiss,” He said out loud. “I’ll bring you back… then we can go together into the sea of stars. Then maybe… we can see our boy.” He never prayed, but he just wished. Please, let us be together again. He would visit her again before the end… he knew. But for now, he needed to take her place and make her proud. He stood up tall, knowing he would do anything for her, even in death. “Hail, Weiss!” He shouted, with all the conviction in his heart.

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Nero watched as her body came to life, sitting up. “Sister?” He hobbled over to her, his own body wracked with pain… oh… but she was awake and he was happy again. “Weiss… dear sister?” It took him a moment to realize, but as she stood and looked at him. There was nothing there… her warm eyes… her smile. There was nothing but cruel conviction. If he hadn’t known her so well, he would have never seen it coming. And yet he stood there and waited for the inevitable.

He watched as his sister’s body ran him through with nothing but her first, the first and last act of sheer violence it would ever bestow upon him. He had failed… oh he had failed. She threw him away to the ground and he could only stare up to the rafters above his head. They had made love there once...

He closed his eyes and gathered his darkness into the ground itself… he was going to perform this last act and save them both… if that was even possible.

I want you. I need you. My sweetest Nero, I love you. All things she had said and all the things that gave him strength. He would go again and be her pillar. He would bring her back.

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Nero pulled himself out of her body, his corporeal form long wasted in the corner… but he could manage this. “Weiss…” He called, touching the side of her face. “Sister… wake up.”

“Nero?” She looked up at him weakly, but it was her. She was alive.

If he could cry he would have shed many tears, but he was only blackness now. She shed tears for him instead… it didn’t matter anymore anyway. “Don’t cry.” He brushed her tears away. “Let us become one now.” He took her hands in his, lacing them together.

“Yes,” She said, looking up at him. “I would like that… very much.”

Nero would have smiled if he could. At least he had her blessing. “Let no one tear us apart again.”

“Yes, let’s be together.” Weiss smiled as he embraced her, the touch was so light she barely felt it, his wispy darkness only giving him a shadow of his real form. She reached for his back but it went through him. It saddened her so to not feel all of him there with her. “Get in me.”

He only chuckled, finding time to joke with her, even at a time such as this. “I can deny you nothing.”

A wonderful feeling of completeness filled her then, giving her the strength to stand. She would go and be one with Omega now… and she would take them both far, far away.

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But they were separated again, but not in a way they might have thought. Weiss looked at him with crystal blue eyes, even brighter than she had when she was alive. “Nero.” Her hands touched his face and drew him to her for a kiss.

He looked at his hands then, his fingernails were no longer black, and the pigmentation that he had for his entire adult life vanished. He looked down at her with his eyes still very red. Oh how he wished…“I never got to give you a normal and quiet life.” He apologized. “I promised.”

“Don’t regret anymore my love.” Weiss said, her voice was so content that he hadn’t the heart to hold on anymore. “We might not be with the stars now… but we are together.”

“Forever?”

“I think so.” She laced her fingers with his, and he could feel them and so could she. The wholeness he felt right now, was better than anything he had ever experienced in his life. But there were no tears in his eyes, because she was with him.

“I love you so.” He said. “Maybe forever will be enough time.” To show you how much I love you.

She laughed, “It will.” She tugged his hand. “Let us go now together and find him.” He knew who, their nameless child.

“Alight.” He allowed her to lead him into the light.

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Author’s Notes:

Okay, a little depressing at the end. I hope the love scenes were decent. I started again on my male Weiss and female Nero fic – it’s actually a lot easier to do since I believe Nero had taken a more womanly role in their relationship. I might even be able to convert that one into a Male/Male pairing… maybe rewrite parts and stuff… I haven’t given it serious thought though. If I wrote a story I would like it to be original rather than recycling my story line.

The other story I am writing is called “Raising a Blackbird” – it will be far less depressing than this one… as it will cover most of their earlier lives together rather than the end. I’m still working on it though… so it won’t be out for a bit.

I’m also writing another story for this storyline… Jeeze… I think I’m writing four stories at once right now. (Eeek!)

If you love the yaoi stuff – please check out Shatter… (drool). I haven’t done a search on Weiss and Nero for a while… maybe I should see if anything new is up? (wiggles her eyebrows).

If you would like to read something a bit more positive about them, check out my other story on fanfiction. They live. Hehe.