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Kimono
Like Weiss on Rice

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Weiss looked so gorgeous today despite the fact that she looked utterly uncomfortable and in a foul mood. Her outlandish hair was pulled back and decorated with a few combs, giving it a more natural appearance. She wore a colorful kimono, followed by belt after belt after belt. She only grumbled as she was dressed, she looked tired almost.

Today they were going to meet the Shinra executives that were living in Wutai, they wanted to see how their investment was doing. They weren’t permitted to leave Deepground of course, the Wutians needed to visit here. But despite this hellish place being a training ground for murders… there were accommodating facilities as well.

“I don’t know why I have to meet with them. I’ll only make you look bad anyway.” She growled.

“No you won’t.” Hojo’s tone was biting. “I expect you to be on your best behavior. These are investors who want to see what we’re doing with their money, and if we want to see this project flourish you’ll do your best and cause no trouble.”

“Like I care about your experiments.” She hissed.

“You would do well not to test me.” Hojo’s voice was a deathly quiet. “Now get your make-up on and be down in the board room on time.”

Nero had to bite his tongue, becoming aggravated with the situation. Hojo stopped to look him over as well. “Put something normal on, I will not have you frightening our guests.”

Like it his fault anyway, Nero’s eyes narrowed in on him. He was the one who decided to put these damn wings on him in the first place. He would be hard pressed to put anything ‘normal’ on after that. Hojo left them abruptly with a few of the women who were assisting Weiss. They seemed frightened at being left alone with the two, but Weiss nor Nero made any threatening movements towards them, so they gently brushed make-up across Weiss’ face.

“You could wear that black shirt with the tall collar and long sleeves.” Weiss suggested, muttering as a brush was nearly poked her in the eye. “I think you have some plain clothes, if I remember correctly.”

Nero nodded, but couldn’t help but watch her get ready. Weiss looked miserable. She had always been something of a tomboy but seeing her like this was very fascinating. He almost felt guilty thinking she should dress like this more often. “That would probably be for the best.”

She looked something like a doll once they were finished and she stood. They hurriedly picked up their supplies and departed, leaving the two of them alone.

She was so lovely… maybe he could… “Weiss,” He started towards her.

“If you touch me, so help me Nero…” Weiss lifted one of her sheathed swords and prodded him with it, as if to say she would stab him in the gut if he did. He only laughed. “I’m serious… I’m sick of being poked a prodded at by those wenches. I don’t need you to do the same and have them come back in here to torture me some more.”

Now that he thought about it, she didn’t look so good… despite the fact that she looked so delectable. “Are you feeling unwell?” He asked.

“I’m just tired as hell… probably no thanks to you.” She poked him again, this time with her finger.

“I apologize.” He rubbed the spot she jabbed.

“Mr. Polite.” She called him, “I don’t know where you get it… it certainly didn’t come from me.” He just shrugged. “Let’s get this over with.”

He dressed quickly while she belligerently shoved her sword sheaths in her obi despite the fact she was told not to. They both walked in compatible silence for a while. The only sound was the clacking of her shoes. Along the way people stopped to gawk at her, not believing that their White Empress was dressed in such attire. If anyone thought to mock her they stopped immediately when her fingers wrapped lovingly around the hilt of her sword.

“How dare they do this to me?” She hissed when she was sure no one could hear. “Making me parade around in such ridiculous, girly clothes.” Nero laughed at her choice of words, although he probably shouldn’t have. “Laugh it up you brat, you have no idea what it’s like.”

He remembered saying something similar to her when they were younger. There were things about each other that they would indeed never have to experience first hand. She would never know what it was like to have a void wrestling to get out of her body, and he would never have deal with what her gender brought to her position. They could sympathize though. “You’re right, I don’t.”

She sighed, regretting being so harsh. “I shouldn’t have said that.” Especially since he was the only one on her side.

“I understand.” He said curtly, as a soldier might. She didn’t understand the change in his tone until she saw Hojo standing there, looking a little more pleased than normal.

“You’re early.” Hojo said, “Very good. Now if you’ll follow Restrictor.”

She felt rough fingers grasp her upper arm. Although the gesture was professional and gentlemanly in appearance his hand bit into her hard. She looked up at him as he led her on. Even now he was wearing his helmet. She could almost feel Nero seethe behind them. “Do you always wear that stupid thing?” She asked quiet and demure for the benefit of her role she was playing. Her face was all smiles. They would never know what she said as long as she said it sweetly

“Not all the time.” Restrictor answered in a matter-of-fact tone, leading her into the room. “I like to take it off every so often… especially when I’m fucking little tramps like yourself.”

“Oh Restrictor, that silver tongue of yours…” Weiss tittered sweetly, in reality wanting to beat the living hell out of him.

“Just try something today you puny little wench and you’ll see my face.” He threatened.

“Oh, you tease.” She batted her eyelashes at him. Nero made a gagging noise behind them and she could help but laugh a little.

“It’s good to see your getting along well.” Hojo who hadn’t been paying a bit of attention until now chimed in, “At least the two of you can control yourselves when it counts.”

“I’ll control you.” Restrictor squeezed her arm a little tighter.

“I’d like to see you try it you impotent bastard.” She said in a hushed whisper.

“Keep that up and you’ll see if I’m impotent or not.”

She decided to let it drop now as they greeted the executives. She might not be able to see his face but he was roiling with the chance to make every thing he said come to fruition.

When they sat down she was relieved to find that he wasn’t sitting beside her, having Hojo separate the two.
They were fed first of course. At first Weiss and Nero looked at their food like they weren’t quite sure what to do with it. They had never eaten anything that didn’t come out of a prepackaged container before. It was good though. Weiss’ eyes almost watered because of the flavor, not used to having any thing spiced in her life. She gave an amused glance to Nero, who looked like he was trying to refrain from inhaling his food. The plates were taken away when they were finished. Much was talked about afterwards, mostly about how the experiments were going and whatnot. It was aggravating, having to sit here and being talked about like you weren’t even in the same room.

Nero just stared blankly ahead, in his own little world it seemed. She wished she could do that sometimes, have some sort of filter in her ear that just went out every time she had to listen to crap like this.

He wasn’t completely unreceptive to her dilemma as she thought. She felt his foot rest next to hers when he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. She let her foot move out of her geta and brought her foot to rest against booted one. He smiled ever so slightly then, if one didn’t know him so well they might have missed it.

“She doesn’t say much.” Someone said, brining her back to attention.

“She is just shy around new people from the outside.” Hojo lied and Restrictor made a barely audible snorting noise. She didn’t fault him for it though, she was anything but. “Isn’t that right Weiss?”

Sure, any reason to not have to talk to you people. “Yes.”

“Are you sure this is the same Empress that you sent us videos of?” Someone asked, looking a little confused at her compliance.

Videos? Oh God… where were they taping her? In her throne room? Nero and she did quite a few things in there some nights… She felt herself starting to sweat a little.

“Well, I think she’s lovely.” Someone interrupted, “Such grace and versatility, your scientists have done well in raising her. Looking at her now, one wouldn’t even think she was one of your most powerful experiments. To think that you could make a woman with such strength… could you imagine the effects on a man?”

There they went again. Nero glanced at her, knowing she would be seething. Oh, she was pissed, but no one else could tell it but him. The way she set her jaw, the change in her eyes, all of which indicated to him that she was utterly displeased. They had done that to her all of her life.

She calmed herself after a few minutes and took a soft breath. It suddenly felt warm. “Is it hot in here?” She whispered, peaking over at Nero to see if he was uncomfortable. He seemed fine. He even crossed his legs and arms as if he might be chilly. Weiss wanted to tug at her collar, but doing such a thing with this getup would be disastrous. He just looked at her and shrugged ever so slightly. He felt fine. She really wanted to just to get out of here. She stood suddenly and everyone looked at her. “If you’ll excuse me for a few moments…”

Hojo looked a little disgruntled with her, but didn’t comment when she walked towards the bathroom.

Weiss held her hand out and there was a loud smacking noise as she pushed the door open. It snapped shut behind her quietly. She looked around the room, there were actual towels near the sinks… in wicker baskets no less. The stalls had wooden doors and there was a nice marble floor just like outside. There was even a small area to the side that had a couch for waiting if necessary.

They had couches in their bathrooms? Lucky bastards. Weiss shook her head. Everything here was over the top just like everything that the soldiers had was sub par at best. Two extremes.

Why the hell was she here anyway? She couldn’t stand those whispers, the way the executives looked at her… like she was an object, a thing. A subject, as Hojo called her often. An experiment. That’s what she was, that’s what Nero was… and everyone else that ended up down here.

She supposed that they were congratulating themselves, drinking hot toddies and whisky. Laughing over cigars and thinking what they were doing was for the benefit for humanity. Seeing how far they could push the human body. Wasn’t she such a fine example of what could go right? Wasn’t Nero such a fine example of what could go wrong?

They would go home after this, and everything here will go back to the way things were. They’ll be no more couches in the bathrooms or nice food to eat. Nero and she would be back on MREs that tasted something close to cardboard some days because of their blandness and lack of variety. She wondered if they would be able to eat normal food if they ever left.

She should just kill them all now. It was their fault they were all down here anyway. They were the reason Rosso would never see the sky or why she would never see the sun. They were the reason Nero could never be normal enough to fit in outside. Even if they somehow made it out… it’s not like they could hide who he was or what he was made of. She never faulted him for it though, never disliked him. It wasn’t his fault, and she wouldn’t change him now even if she could. He shouldn’t have to change because the world should change for them after all it did to them.

Why the hell not? She had killed thousands in her short life. Only this time she wouldn’t have to be prompted. This time she would do it for herself.

Weiss grabbed the hilts of her swords, ready to pull them from her obi before the world spun madly in her vision. “Oh…” Was all she could say before she found herself flat on her back. The world went dark for a moment before she blinked and could see again. She sat up rather quickly and was rewarded with another spin from the room.

Weiss braced herself on her knees before looking around. No one was there which meant she couldn’t have passed out for more than a minute. She wasn’t stupid… she started to putting things together. She just needed to get back before she was missed.

Weiss righted herself on shaky legs. She made her way to the door and grabbed the handle. No sooner had her hand touched the door than Restrictor ripped it open. The force of it jerked her forward and sent her sailing out of the room and into the hallway wall behind him. She hit her head roughly against the painted surface and was on her back again. She wasn’t in pain, but that trip sent her head reeling again. At least in the eyes of anyone who saw, this would be an excuse for the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her.

Several had stopped to stare, Nero was just looking at her, not sure what to do at the moment. The dark man before her waited a few moments, expecting her to get off her ass and go back to her seat. She didn’t stand immediately so he made an assumption about her motives. “Get up.” Restrictor ordered, she attempted to, but after that her head felt a little muddled. “Stop pretending to be hurt and get up.” Restrictor was getting angry with her, and even though his tone was quiet she knew he meant business.

Nero finally came to her aid, taking her arm and lifting her up in a caring yet not overly affectionate fashion. She braced herself on the wall as she stood. “Are you alright Nee-san?”

“She’s fine.” Restrictor growled harshly.

“Really Hojo,” Someone piped up. “That one really mistreats your subjects. I hope he doesn’t do that often for no reason.”

Hojo soothed them in his business like manner. “Of course not, but sometimes even he gets a little overzealous.” And they all laughed.

Restrictor was furious. That bastard knew that Weiss was just acting out. There was no way she was hurt by simply hitting her head into a soft surface like that. Why, there wasn’t even a mark on the wall. That little bitch…

“Restrictor,” Weiss said softly, “I can almost see steam shooting out from the helm of yours…”

That was it! He slapped her, the force of it snapping her head against the wall behind her. She went crashing to the floor again.

“Stop it!” Nero shrieked, his void flaring up around him angrily. That scared a few of the executives enough to make them move a few steps backward.

Hojo was standing now, furious. “Restrictor! Control yourself!” He tried to calm the investors once more. “I think we can discuss our facilities and experiments further without them here.”

“I think that would be for the best.” Someone seconded.

“Restrictor, you are dismissed for the night.” Hojo made a show of some sympathy. If he had asked him to escort the siblings out it might have worried the shareholders that he would beat them afterwards. They needed to demonstrate an ounce of humanity lest they cut their funding. “Nero, take your sister to your apartment.”

“They don’t live in that room?” Someone asked, Hojo knew he meant the throne room.

“No, no. Of course not. All of our specimens have their own apartments.”

Weiss wanted to snort, yeah right. The Tsviets had their own apartments just to keep them out of the streets at night while others tried to sleep. It depended on the amount of soldiers they had at once, but quite a few found themselves sleeping on curbs at night. That was until they had an ‘experiment’ and culled the weaker ones out.

Weiss felt herself being lifted off of the ground and held tightly to Nero’s chest. She rested her head against his shoulder and put her arm around his back. He grunted a little when he picked her up and she had to stop herself from laughing. She knew she was deceptively heavy.

Nero walked around the large table to the door, letting his darkness trail around him just enough to frighten everyone into moving out of his way. He also made sure to blur Weiss’ image somewhat, since they seemed intent on looking at her in this weakened state. By the time they went out into the hall he built a black façade over the two of them. He knew she wouldn’t want anyone to see her like this. She was quiet the whole journey to their home, his metallic hand awkwardly opening their door and stepping into the small living room area. He made his way into her bedroom. The door was open this time.

“Are you alright?” Nero finally asked, laying her out on their bed. His voice was a little shaky because he had worried the whole way here.

“I’m fine, really. I was just a little dizzy.” She lied for now, she would tell him in a little while, after he wasn’t quite so upset. He went into hall again and returned with something. He put a wet towel over her eyes to calm her. Not necessary but it felt nice. She could sense Nero staring at her.

“You’re not telling the truth.” Nero wasn’t stupid, of course he would notice. She could hear him removing his boots as he sat next to her lounging form on the bed.

“I felt dizzy Nero… I feel better now.” She sat up to prove it to him. The towel fell forward into her lap.
Nero still wasn’t convinced. “It’s not like you.”

“I know.” He sat nearer to her then, leaning in as if to examine her. “What?” She laughed at his scrutinizing expression.

“I was wondering…” His expression changed from worried curiosity to a knowing smile.

“What?” She repeated.

She was sure his grin couldn’t get any wider even if he tried. “You’re going to have my baby… aren’t you?”

He was a good guesser it seemed. “I think so.”

“I knew it…” He almost purred like a cat then, obviously pleased with himself. “It took long enough.”

Wait… long enough? “You were trying?” She glared at him now.

“But of course my love.” He seemed to be getting excited now, his anxiety over her well being drifting away to nothing. “Why do you think I buried myself so deep in you?” She felt herself responding to him despite herself. “What?” He smirked. “Did you think you couldn’t have a child?”

“Maybe not?” She shrugged her shoulder with a small smile creeping up on her. His happiness was infectious, even if she wanted to beat him senseless at the moment.

Nero had to steady himself lest her tear that ridiculous kimono off of her this instant. There was part of him that didn’t think that he and Weiss could have a child, but apparently they could. He looked like he could almost pat himself on the back now for his success. Just because he didn’t want her to become pregnant by someone else didn’t mean he didn’t want her to have his. “I wonder what it will be?”

At least he wasn’t upset, but really, trying? He was awful. She was glaring at him all over again.

“Don’t be mad my love.” He hummed so happily for her.

He was exasperating. “Why would you want something like this to happen?”

“Because I wanted you to have my children… I want us to have something together.”

“Don’t we already?” She shook her head.

“Of course, but I wanted even more.” He growled, his eyes taking on a predatory look. “I’m greedy… and I want all of you.”

Well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have at least one. Hojo was going to be pissed off she was sure. But who cared? At least this pregnancy would be the result of something she had wanted to do rather than something that was forced on her in that stupid program.

“Are you really feeling better now?” He asked, his eyes narrowing. He looked suspicious. His face blurred for a moment as his haze whipped around him. “Or did you just tell me that so I wouldn’t worry?”

“I feel better now, really.” She decided to rest on her elbows. He saw that leg poking out of her kimono. He let his fingers trace it up until the fabric began…. Then he moved his hand back down to grab her socked ankle and pulled her forward. “Nero…” She protested.

“You are so beautiful tonight.” He said as if that were the only excuse he would ever need. “Let me enjoy unwrapping you for once.” He drew her up and kissed her squarely on the mouth. “Mmm…” He liked the way he could push down her kimono and juban without her outfit coming apart just yet. He never had seen her in more clothes in his life, and yet it excited him in a way. It was like opening a wonderful present. Even though he knew what was inside he wanted to savor the feeling of the wrapper.

“I’ll be moody and mean to you…” She warned.

“I expect so.” He answered immediately.

He thinks he’ll get off that easy? “I’ll break your fingers when I go into labor…”

“I don’t mind.” He said softly. “They’ve been broken before.” When he got into that motorcycle accident he broke both of his arms and smashed his fingers.

She had to know… “When did you first start trying?” Weiss asked as he exposed her shoulders and breasts.

“The first time.” He nuzzled his face against her shoulder.

“The first time?” She almost glared at him again.

“Well, more like when I had you against the ceiling beam, but I lump that whole day in as the first time.” Nero tittered, letting his face rest into that familiar part of her neck he loved so much. He could smell her scent the best from right here.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Weiss huffed, starting to feel herself melt just a little as his nimble fingers traced along her shoulder and down part of her exposed arm.

He was grinning now. “Because you might have tried to stop me.” He got himself into a comfortable position against the headboard of the bed before grabbing her shoulder then and hauling her into his lap. Her kimono split down the middle, the folded cloth bunching to the sides. “Besides, it’s not like you put up much of a fight when I took you all those times.” A slender finger traced her nipple before flicking it. “I wonder when it happened?” He asked then, grabbing at her hips and rocking himself against her.

“Nero…” She smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Maybe when I had you leaning over your chair?” She flushed from excitement, just wanting to listen to what he had to say next. He pressed his arousal against that spot between her legs that made her shiver. “Oh, or maybe when I had you against the wall of our room? Or when you were ridding me on the couch? Or…” His fingers found her other breast interesting at the moment, twirling and pinching her nipple until it came to a point like the other. “What if it happened when we were hiding from Restrictor?” He snickered. “He had been trying to find us all day. And he almost did. If he had just rounded that corner…” She shuddered. “You like almost getting caught don’t you? You dirty girl.”

“You do too.” She ground her hips into his and this time he shuddered for her.

“I must admit, it is a bit exciting to get one up on that scoundrel.” He breathed. “You came around me so hard I thought you might squeeze my dick off.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Weiss laughed a little before he silenced her by rubbing himself along her edge again.

He drew her back from him a bit, moving his hand between the two to rub against her thigh and cup her hip. She was wearing underwear tonight to his dismay… oh well… it only added to the excitement. His fingers traced down that strap from her waist and to her hip. He pulled it forward, examining it. “Oh, white today hm?”

She made a face at him that clearing bespoke what a pervert she thought he was being at the moment. He laughed.

“That’s okay. A variety is nice but I always liked my colors to be closer to your skin… especially right here.” He let the back of his fingers trace down her belly and gave the most unsatisfying of touches to her center. “You are so wet today.” He fingered the dampness between her legs through her panties.

She couldn’t help it, she was excited simply by his proximity much less the hormones that seemed to be radiating off of him. “I guess I am. What are you going to do about it?”

Nero grinned at her question. “You’ll see.” He let his fingers trace her through the fabric a few times before rubbing against that nub he found there. He liked how she shuddered in time with his touches. The cloth was so saturated he just had to find out how nice it felt underneath. His digit curled around the hem and pulled it the side before letting his slender fingers slide into her.

“It’s not like I could resist you anyway… you’re so good at this.” She purred, enjoying the soft coiling of his fingers.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He complimented.

“Oh please, you never let me do anything.” Weiss grumbled.

“I do, you’ve done plenty.” He reminded.

She grinned, turning his little seduction around on him. “Like when I wrap my fingers around you? Or when I suck you dry? Or maybe…” He shuddered, knowing what would come next. “You like it when I take you between my breasts and-”

“Weiss!” She hadn’t heard him protest so loudly about such a thing since before they had come together. “How am I supposed to please you when you are driving me crazy?”

“Well you could just put it in me already…” She bucked against his fingers that had long ceased to wiggle within her. She didn’t know how she could have managed to talk if he hadn’t.

“I don’t think so little Miss Quick and Easy.” Nero tittered, turning his hand palm up, his thumb curling around.

Little Miss Quick and Easy huh? “You said you would never make me beg.” Weiss pouted, although it seemed funny on her. She never pouted. She fought for what she wanted.

“Well, I lied.” Nero grinned as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Not going to give me what I want then?” Weiss wondered. He knew that look… the one that said she was going to take the power from him and make him beg if he didn’t stop teasing her.

“I’ll give it to you…” Nero soothed and felt her tenseness fading against him, “But I’m not finished playing with you yet.” He worked his fingers into again and thumbed her clit. Her arms coiled around his neck. “You’ll indulge me won’t you?”

“I suppose.” She smiled faintly.

“I was hoping you might.” He drew up into a kneeling position, bringing her closer to him. He nuzzled her breast before taking the pointed surface into his mouth.

Weiss held onto his dark head as he flicked his tongue across her nipple and assaulted her with his fingers. “Nero…” He felt her body tighten, she was going to cum fast today. He never stopped as she pushed his face into her soft breast and purred his name as she seized around his fingers.

She was so wet… he pulled those fingers out slowly and she gasped. He sucked on them as if to savor her taste. He wanted more of this he realized. He laid her down and grabbed the hem of her underwear. She smiled and lifted her hips into the air to help him out and he pulled them down past her feet. He didn’t waste too much time as her legs parted, his tongue dug deep into her. It was as if trying to devour her. “Mmmm…” He purred happily at her flavor. “Oh Weiss, you are so sweet.” He lapped at her then, causing her to draw in a breath. She took the initiative and wrapped her legs over his shoulders, letting her legs trail down his back. Her socked feet pulled the fabric of his shirt up his back until they rubbed against his skin.

“Nero.” Her voice caught when his fingers entered her again.

“Ototo…” He said mischievously, his tongue flicked across her.

Weiss almost smiled at that. Their other bond together. “Ototo.” She repeated after him. She really meant to draw this out, but his tongue knew her a little too well it seemed. It was like a lock he always knew the combination to… and he was unlocking the hell out of it right now. “Too fast… Slower…” She mumbled.

He could have slowed down if he wanted to, but she was so close. He could stop right this instant, as her muscles tightened up in her belly and her body turned all aquiver waiting for him to do so as she resisted him the best she could. She even looked at him then, that little golden ring around her pupil disappearing as her eyes dilated. He wasn’t going to stop, she knew then. So she grasped the comforter between her fingers and tilted her head back and came hard around his fingers.

“Brat!” Weiss gasped when she could and he laughed, wiping his mouth.

Nero left her knees on his shoulders and pushed over her until he was poised at her entrance. He was going to go in as deep as he possibly could. “Are you ready for me?” He purred.

In truth, she was more ready for him. She wanted nothing more than to smile and tell him to have his way with her. But he needed to be brought down a peg or two after not listening to her… really. “You know, I don’t think I am.” He gave her a confused looked before she put her strength into her legs snapped him unceremoniously across the bed. She flipped herself up over him and smiled. Nero had to grin back, how she had gone from such a vulnerable position to the top was amazing. That was one of the reasons he loved her though… she was quite unpredictable.

She held him down, grinning. This time, he would just smile back and let her do what she wished. It’s not like he had a choice anyway.

Going with the theme of the night, Weiss decided not to undress him completely. She only decided to free his aching arousal from his pants. “What shall I do with you?” She questioned teasingly.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Nero bucked his hips against hers suggestively.

She wasn’t going to give him that yet. “Now, now… don’t be impatient.” Her fingers wrapped around his length and he gasped. “I think I’d like to have a little fun first too.”

“Weiss…”

“But my hand is a bit dry today…” She said mournfully, but smiled all the while. “I guess I’ll just have to figure something else out instead.”

“Oh God…” He let a puff of air through his mouth.

“I haven’t even started yet…” She growled gleefully, moving down over him.

“I know but…” And then she kissed the end of it. “Eee!” He chirped.

Weiss had to stop and laugh. “You’re so cute.”

“Uh… I…” Her lips were around his engorged flesh, sucking and pulling. He wouldn’t dare look down at her just yet lest he embarrass himself. Her teeth grazed over him and he let out a little whimpering noise that had her laughing ever so slightly around his length. He took a few calming breaths before looking down are her finally. She was propped up on her elbows, her kimono covering the bottom half of her. Her shoulders were still exposed though, with her breasts spilling out and onto his thighs. She seemed quite contented, letting her tongue flicker over him while he gasped. One hand held his hip into place while kneading it. It sort of tickled in a sweet and wonderful sort of way. He almost smiled when he saw her twirling a stray lock of her hair in her other hand busy to keep it busy. She was cute herself sometimes.

“Dearest…” He reached for her and let his fingers filter through her hair. He even pushed back her bangs for a moment to see the rest of her beautiful face. Yes, it was just as lovely as he remembered. He let it fall back down. She looked at him meaningfully before her eyes smiled and her mouth consumed him whole. “Weiss! Oh God!”

“Do you want me to finish?” She stopped cruelly for a moment. “Or would you like something else?” Her breasts brushed up against him meaningfully. Which meant he could be over her again… he grinned through the haze she left him with when she stopped.

“Can I be on top?” He ventured.

“You promise to be good?” Weiss lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh, I’ll be good.” Nero grinned.

“You know what I mean…” Weiss grinned back, allowing him to get up and push her down again.

“I know.” Nero moved over her chest, sliding his erection between her breasts. Her hands, that were too small to fully cover such fleshy mounds, pushed the two of them together, sandwiching him in between. His lip twitched a little, this was certainly different. When he was inside her, he got a warm, soft fluid sensation. When he was between her breasts it could be cold or warm depending, but it was so soft. He also liked looking at her face. Sometimes he didn’t get to see it because of various positions they found themselves in or their slight height difference. She liked seeing his excitement mount, which was immediately reflected back to her. He moved his hips forward. Oh yes, that soft feeling again. As he rocked his hips back and forth, precum started dripping out. It provided a nice sort of lubrication for his thrusts. She continued to hold her breasts for him, her nipples rubbing deliciously against his length. That heated look she was giving him... “Nee-san…I need to get something.” He didn’t want to cum on her.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind this time.” She permitted sweetly.

He continued to thrust into her until he felt it, his fingers tightening on the comforter above her head. “Oh, Oh Weiss…”

She felt a warm sensation shooting into her neck as he came and she grinned. That was a different feeling.
Nero looked down at her and snickered a bit. He moved off of her and finding nothing else… grabbed a pillow and removed the case. “Needed to wash these anyway.” He muttered, swiping it across her neck sheepishly.

When he was finished she grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him down to her for a kiss. “Mmmm…” She made a draw out noise in the back of her throat. “Ototo… why don’t you we take off our clothes now?” Her whole body was itching with the need to be pressed against his.

He liked the way she looked though, all bed wrangled and whatnot. “Why don’t I take off my clothes… and you leave yours on?”

“But…” How unfair!

“Let me enjoy it just a little longer.” He pleaded, kissing her one more time.

“I spoil you…” She tittered, watching as he stood abruptly and stepped out of his pants. She thought that was funny, he would get undressed sometimes like he was running a marathon. Like she would change her mind if he didn’t try to get her distracted right away with whatever he had planned. He turned his back to her and she unzipped him. Those wings… they made things like getting dressed and laying down so difficult for him sometimes. She got into a sitting position and he sat next to her.

“You’re so beautiful…” He knuckled her cheek before he moved his hand behind her head. He placed his lips on hers and pulled her flush against him. “Are you still ready? Or have you cooled off?”

“Oh, I think I’m still ready.” She tittered.

He moved his hands between her legs as if to make sure. His fingers were rewarded with the same wetness he experienced just a few moments ago. “Hmmm… you are…”

“I told you.” She moaned.

“So you did.” Nero kneeled on the bed, dragging her to the top where their heads would lay. He had her against the headboard now, her legs wrapping around his waist. He entered her with a clean thrust. “Sweet Weiss…” It was so easy to slide in and out of her now. It didn’t take him long to find a nice rhythm to push into her like this. This was nice, the tight wet feel of her around him. It was simple for him to start pounding into her then. The wood protested angrily as it was roughly slammed into the wall again and again. Thank God no one could hear them… or hopefully they couldn’t. “Mmmm… Nee-san.” Their rough joining made the most maddening wet noises. He purposely pushed at an angle he knew would make her cum quickly. He knew he wouldn’t last too long within her anyway.

As if on cue she started shivering against him. “Ototo!” She was so close, her body feeling that familiar tingling sensation.

While her position held her immobile, it was nice watching her breasts heave up and down as she drew in air hastily. That belt was still in place, holding her clothes together just under her exposed breasts. Her shoulders, her thighs… they parted for him as they were needed. The way one of her tabi socks was around her ankle whereas her other one was still high up near her knee sent shivers down him. He was ravaging her, making her his once more. He wanted to fill her with himself until there was nothing else but the two of them together. Feeling her so close, he pulled out to rub against that mass of nerves before plunging in so deeply that she came around him.

“Ototo…” Weiss gasped, feeling his erection rub against her before seating in her once more. She felt like she was being blinded then, and closed her eyes against the feeling… only focusing in on where their bodies met and the sounds that were made between them. “Ototo!” She cried out as she helplessly shuddered.

“Beautiful Nee-san.” He purred, pulling out of her so suddenly that she was shocked by it. “I want to get lost in you.”

Weiss found herself being tossed against the bed face first before he brought her hips up and pushed the fabric away. She only had time to spread her knees before he was in her again. “Uh!” Her body was still wound up so tight it was hard not just to orgasm right away. She moaned brazenly in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so excited Nee-san.” His voice clearly bespoke his pleasure. “You’re so wet for me.” If the slick moist sounds between them was any indicator. “Don’t worry… I’ll let you cum until I am done.” And then he was there, savagely thrusting into her as she cried out and tore at the sheets. He grabbed at her obi, tearing it off, finally tired of the cloth that kept them apart. He pulled every belt until he jerked her arms back and sent her kimono sailing off the side. He collapsed onto her, biting her shoulder and letting his hand grasp one of her breasts. She was crying into the sheets when he was finished.

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“Poor bed…” Weiss said mournfully, her hair looking a little more disheveled than usual if that was even possible.

“Sorry about that.” Nero said awkwardly, his hair also shooting out at even stranger angles.

Apparently one of the legs had finally given out and the bed was tilted. They had only just been sent sailing off of it.

“It died honorably.” She laughed.

He could only smile to that. “We could sleep on my bed.” In truth he hadn’t slept on the thing since Weiss and himself were together. Hell, he barely even went in there anymore. Most of his things managed to make it in here.

“We’ve never done that before.” Weiss only thought of it now. They had only ever slept on her bed. “I wonder why?”

“You’ll see.” Nero tittered, leading her out of her room and into his.

“You would never let me come in here all that often…” Weiss said, looking around. The walls were painted black stupidly enough. She knew he hadn’t done this. It had been that way since they moved in when she was old enough to care for them. It was just like her walls were painted white, Rosso’s were red and Azul’s were blue. Very original…

“Because I was embarrassed.” He huffed, “It’s always messy.”

“Oh right, the occasional sock on the floor. I just dump everything everywhere…” Weiss poked him. “Your bed is bigger than mine.” She finally realized that fact. It was sitting rather plainly in the corner. The bed clothes were tucked in so tight she wondered if she could take a gil and bounce it off of the mattress.

He was always like that though. She certainly didn’t make the bed. Before he slept with her, her bed was in a constant state of rumbled bed sheets and a twisted up comforter. She never saw the reason to make it when she would just be sleeping in it again anyway. After he was there though, it was always made by the time she got out of the shower. It wasn’t tucked as neatly as this one was, her bed things were a little fluffier and he couldn’t do the same things and make them look as neat. His comforter and sheets were all smooth and strait edges. Typical Nero.

If he ever minded that she never made the bed, he never complained. She even mussed the sheets up midday once just to see what would happen. A few hours later when she returned they were smoothed out once more. What a neat freak.

“It’s because I’m bigger than you.” He smiled, breaking her out of her silly musings.

“Still… that’s not fair.” She teased.

“Of course Empress.” Nero bowed in that silly way of his. “Well, why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight then? But it’s not nearly as nice as yours I’ll warn.”

“What’s so bad about it?” She eyed it cautiously.

“You’ll see.”

It was a metal bed, she could tell that much. There was no wooden framing, but metal bars. That made her wonder all the more why he didn’t invite her in here… she imagined he could think of several things to do with the framing of his bed.

“It’s crossed my mind before.” It seemed like he could read her mind. “But…”

Weiss sat down on it and it made a horrible creaking noise. She flinched. Oh so that was why.

“I’m afraid you’ll make that noise every time you turn over.”

She remembered hearing this stupid thing in times past, but never knew what it was. “This was your bed the whole time?” She looked at him. “I thought that someone was doing construction work outside.”

He flushed. “Stop exaggerating.”

“I’m not…” Then she had an idea. Oh goodness, it would be fun to tease him. “What were you doing in here anyway?”

“Nothing.” His face was becoming redder by the moment. It managed to travel up to his ears before taking a dive down his neck.

“Ooooh… I know what you were doing now.” She laughed. He pounced on her before she could say anything else.

“I was thinking of you underneath me.” He settled himself between her legs, her underwear was back into place and he managed to pull some pants he slept in on after they destroyed her bed.

“Nero,” She protested, but not too hard as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I’m tired. And…” She leaned her head back to give him easier access. “And I don’t want to break this bed too.”

He snickered, rolling off of her onto his back, the bed made a shrill noise as he did so. He drew her to him, making even more noise. “Get comfortable, because if you move it’ll make even more noise during the night.”

“How wonderful.” Weiss muttered, finding a comfortable spot of his shoulder. His wings were a little more noticeable on this bed. They had nothing to sink into because the mattress was a lot more firm. They always managed with all of her blankets and whatnot… now. She wondered if she would be skewered by the time she woke up.

He already noticed though, he lifted them up and moved to his side. “This should be easier.” It was, she fit right into the nook of his neck. “Goodnight Weiss.” He muttered into her hair.

“G’night Nero.” She snuggled a little closer and yawned.

“Goodnight baby.” He cooed, rubbing the side of her stomach.

Her eyes snapped open and she pinched him.

“Ow!” Now he was grabbing his side.

“That’s what you get for making me pregnant.” She huffed.

“It was worth it,” He snickered, trying to settle her again.

“It better be…” She muttered, smiling before she fell asleep.

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Author Notes:

First – I want to thank my husband for explaining to me what certain things feel like so I could better express it in my story… that and giving me feedback on the guy’s perspective because sometimes I’m not so sure.

Anyways, I don’t know why but I’m really proud of how this chapter turned out. It’s just sums up my perversion in a giant ball of goodness. (purrrrrr)

The Kimono idea came from when I was thinking of drawing a male Weiss in traditional Japanese clothing… you know, a haori and the works. So it sort of went to my female Weiss. I’ll probably draw them both in some neat stuff now.

Wearing a Kimono is pretty fun and actually kind of easy to put on once you get the hang of it. I wore one for my wedding… holy crud are there a lot of belts! I started off with someone helping me… but sometimes they had their own weird warped way of how they thought I should do it and ended up messing it up. I had to just learn how to do it by myself. Once you put it on right it stays into place rather well… just like Weiss’ did… hehe.

If you would like to wear one (or know what goes into wearing a Kimono) I got my information from the following site when I wore mine. It has very detailed pictures and step by step instructions.

Obi: (the bow around the waist)
http://www.risingsunimports.com/articles/howtotieobi/

I have an Obi Age, but I couldn’t get the hang of the knot before my wedding… so I had to deal without it. The same with the Obi Jime. My Obi was a little bit more shiny than this one though, and definitely not as soft. It crumbled up when I tried to tie around it. (Sigh!) This is the biggest pain in the fanny… EVER. You can get instant Obis though… They are composed of an obi-looking belt that ties together inconspicuously at your back… and you just attach your bow on the back to hide it. It looks natural enough most of the time if you get a good one. It’s like a clip on bow tie… only in Obi form! It’s a nice time saver.

Juban: (like a slip)
http://www.risingsunimports.com/articles/underkimono/

Those belts they are recommending you use… get them. You have no idea how well they hold that thing together. It keeps your juban nice and smooth too, you really need that or your Kimono might get all lumpy.

Kimono:
http://www.risingsunimports.com/articles/howtowearkimono/

This is the fun part… make sure you fold your kimono over to the left otherwise it will look like you are being prepped for burial hehe.

I didn’t get to wear geta though… but I don’t think they are very formal anyway… and for my wedding I wore the simple looking sandals.

It is expensive though, kimonos and accessories aren’t cheap… unless you find a good deal on ebay. If you do, I would go with the Japanese vendors. They are very polite and have better prices for the most part (shipping is a bitch but you’ll get that anyway). I got candy and a thank you card when I bought my juban and koshi himos from two separate vendors. The lame people over in America (not that I don’t love you America… I live here after all) didn’t get my stuff to me nearly as fast or ever get back with me… excuses excuses… hehe.