Silhouette

A/N Yay, update! I’ll have you know, this chapter was a bit difficult to write because there was one point at the very end that I really wanted to get to, and I had to struggle a bit to fill in the space until them.

Aquila - Thanks for the review, again. Weiss’s lesson is a brief this chapter, but come next update… : 3

Rinchans-flower - You’ve only seen a fraction of the Weiss and Nero interaction I have planned. Though that’s kind of a “Duh”, seeing as this is a Yaoi story…

Mad March - Wow, talk about giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling. Makes me feel better that I’m not writing this just for my own sick and perverted amusement. Hope your friends feeling better, and it not, here’s another chapter to keep her occupied!

lunatic_vn - Oh please… I’m a vain little girl. I’d never grow tired of hearing “Good job!” Though I hope everyone that says it means it. ; ) I’ll have to go find that Tsviets misspell (it’s hard, because Word considered it misspelled even when it’s spelled right) just because I’m anal like that.

Like Weiss on Rice You know, I am STILL laughing about that name of yours. It’s brilliant! Don’t worry, I have good “horrible” things planned for them…

And bad horrible things as well…

snickers supreme - I’m glad the grammar’s getting better, but you really have my Beta Heather to thank for that. If anyone of you thinks it’s bad now, you should see it before she gets it. Nothing real major, but she finds all my stupid homophone and apostrophe mistakes, among other things. ^_^ Glad you like the chapter though.

Brittny - If I had a dollar for every time I’ve put off homework so I can write a story, I probably wouldn’t have to worry about going to school to get and education. I’d just be that rich. : D. I promise you sex will be soon, very soon, almost iminnant, with the exception of this chapter. This story is going to have so much smut you won’t know what to do with it all.

Redemption - ^_^ Thanks a lot. I thank about nine higher beings everytime I look at my Dirge of Cerberus game for granting us such a lovable, incestuous pairing.

Schala – Kitty When I found out that online mode actually had a story line, I was pissed, and that’s before I even knew how it good it was. Our mission mode is a sad replacement, that’s for sure.

Everyone is getting so impatient for the sex scenes! You guys are going to gut me at the end of this chapter, I swear…

Err… anyways… onward!
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Weiss swore, ducking beneath the sword of his adversary, his own katana [*] moving in a smooth arc to land a deadly blow across their abdomen. Weiss ignored the sound of the soldier choking on his own blood as he dropped to the floor, his concentration already diverted to the next onslaught. One by one they threw themselves at Weiss, only to be sliced down brutally in response. Idiots… Weiss found himself scorning them mentally as he slammed his elbow in the helmet of someone who tried to sneak up behind him, shattering the viewing screen and sending the man stumbling backwards, crying out as the glass tore at his face and eyes. Too stupid and too afraid to work together… He continued his mental barrage, not once hesitating to end the life of one of his opponents.

He had long stopped caring, had learned at a very early age to ignore their dying groans of pain, the way the blood gurgled in their mouths and throats as they struggled for air. He was glad that they all wore the same uniform, the same helmets, and the same swords. It made them faceless, and the number countless. His body was well trained, footing automatically adjusting to keep him from slipping on the blood slicked floor, his mind keeping mental note of where each body lay to keep him from tripping over them. His only annoyance was the way his sweat-soaked hair would sometimes fall into his eyes. He wasn’t given even a moment where he could pause and brush it out of face. There was always somebody stepping up to try and cut him down.

Weiss’s eyes flickered in the direction of Restrictor, who was leaning up against a wall, his arms folded over his chest as he observed. Weiss glowered, before turning his gaze elsewhere. He had been at this stupid training exercise for hours. It wasn’t really a test of skill, but rather one of endurance. None of these pathetic drones was enough to lay a blow on him, but their number in Deepground was thousands compared the one Weiss. Weiss briefly wondered how many of their lives Restrictor would risk losing just for a chance to see Weiss bleed. Growling, Weiss cut through his challengers, determined to not let a single one of them lay a blow on him. It was sad in a way… they were only following their orders. They had probably been thrown down here without any real choice, and now they were dying against an opponent they didn’t want to face. But Weiss felt his pity vanish almost as quickly as it had appeared. He hadn’t asked for this either, yet here he was.

The fight was becoming more difficult as the minutes passed, his muscles beginning to feel the slightest touches of fatigues from the hours of training. It only drove Weiss on, his movements becoming a blur of flashing white and the steel of his sword, enemies beginning to drop before they even knew he was attacking. Weiss was covered in their blood, his hands, his chest, even a few splatters landing on his face. The scent of it was in his nostrils and Weiss felt the bile rise in the back of his throat. The sickly, metallic tang always made his stomach roll.

He wasn’t even thinking anymore about fighting. His body just flowed in practiced motions, slaying all those who dared to step into his path. His muscles were beginning to cry out, but he would not relent. He just kept on killing, killing, killing, just like he was born to do…

“Enough!” Restrictor snapped out at last, and those who remained standing quickly complied, backing away from their certain death. Weiss stood there in the middle of his massacre, breathing heavily, his body covered with slick sweat and blood. Restrictor looked him over, wondering how much more it would’ve taken to bring Weiss down. Too much, he pondered silently, looking at the massive pile of bodies that surrounded the Emperor. Weiss had proven his prowess, and it wasn’t worth a higher death toll just to see him fall. If he really wanted it, Restrictor would’ve just beaten Weiss down himself. He was just curious to see how long he would last.

“You’ve down well Weiss,” Restrictor said, his voice still holding much of his mocking jest. Weiss only sneered back at him, finally reaching up to brush the annoying hair out of his face, smearing his forehead with blood that had yet to dry.

“I will enjoy using your skills…” he finished, watching the way Weiss’s sneer disappeared into a cold mask, his eyes narrowing. Restrictor would never let Weiss forget who his master was. Stepping closer to Weiss, Restrictor noticed the way his red stained hands gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, the other inching to unsheathe the twin he hadn’t even bothered to employ in this battle.

“Now, now… we’ll have none of that Weiss, lest I have to teach you a lesson,” Restrictor chastised, never once dropping his guard. Weiss was like a pent up animal, slowly biding his time to be free. Restrictor knew that if he gave Weiss so much as the idea that he could overpower him, Weiss would exploit that weakness to his fullest.

“Dear Restrictor, you sound as though I want you dead,” Weiss said, his voice mocking. Restrictor didn’t hesitate, his body moving in a blur of black, his fist slamming into Weiss’s gut. Weiss doubled over, his air coming out in a choked gasp, the sword he had been holding dropping to the floor with a clatter.

“You forget boy, that I do not tolerate your lip,” Restrictor hissed, before kicking Weiss’s legs out from under him. Weiss dropped to the floor, his pride crying out to fight back, his heart screaming for vengeance, but as always, his head cool and collected. He wouldn’t fight back, but he wouldn’t keep his mouth shut either.

“You forget I’ve never been one to listen…” Weiss spat. He paid for his remark when Restrictor sent another crushing kick to his chest, listening with satisfaction as at least a couple ribs gave out with a sharp crack. Weiss cringed, his teeth gritting to keep him from crying out. He could conquer a hundred Deepground Soldiers, but beneath Restrictor’s wrath he wasn’t strong enough. He swore to himself that one day he would be.

“Get out of my sight,” Restrictor hissed, watching as Weiss painfully rose to his feet, one hand pressed against his injured ribs. He laughed scornfully, turning his back on Weiss. “You better get that fixed up, Emperor. As much as I hate it, President ShinRa still expects you to be alive and intact. Afterwards, you will report back to your throne. Mark my words, you will be monitored,” he finished, before walking out. Weiss glared at him, but decided for this round he would keep his mouth shut. He had a bit of a ways to the Sickbay, and his tired and now injured body probably couldn’t take much more.

At least it was a quiet trek, anyone that caught sight of Weiss’s blood splattered body quickly moving out of his way, going the opposite direction. It gave Weiss some satisfaction, knowing that no matter how much Restrictor was feared, he was feared as well. Stepping into the Sickbay, he was surprised to see it strangely deserted. Usually it was teeming with soldiers who had injured themselves, yet had somehow warranted the right to be healed and live. As of now, their seemed to be only the usual stationary guard at the door, as well as a low murmur of voices in an adjoining room.

“Must be a slow day…” Weiss muttered, trying to ignore the throbbing in his chest. Entering, he noticed the way the guard instantly straightened, even trembling at the sight of the “legendary” Immaculate Weiss. Disregarding the sentry, Weiss moved towards the voices, entering into the room where the Mako Baths were held.

“I warned you, these trials were not safe on her. Her body did not accustom itself well to the G-Substance, and has completely destabilized her normal growth patterns. She’ll never be a warrior fit for the title of Tsviet.” Weiss froze at the word “Tsviet”, realizing that the medics must be dealing with one of them.

“As long as she retains the ability to SND, then it matters not,” a second voice countered, obviously not concerned with whatever bad results they had just experienced.

“What does it matter? Weiss has the ability to SND, and he is a magnificent warrior. This girl serves little purpose…” The first one said again. Weiss frowned, forgetting his own injuries in hopes of hearing more.

“Yes, but Restrictor has strictly forbidden for us to give Weiss access to the World Network. He’s afr… wary that Weiss will use the ability to his advantage…” Weiss smirked, realizing it was true. Access to the World Network connected him to every sentient being on this Planet; their thoughts, their ideas, their dreams. Given time, he probably would’ve been able to find a way to overthrow Restrictor. Well, maybe he’ll just have to make sure that this particular Tsviet did it for him.

“She’s a poor replacement, that’s for sure. Her young body will never have the stamina or will power of Weiss’s,” the other one scorned, enticing a harsh laugh from his partner.

“And you wish to tell this to Restrictor? I think not. We will deal with her and her faults, or we will deal with him.”

“Are we done?” a new voice spoke up, young, female, and very tired. The medics stuttered a bit, apparently not aware that their charge was awake before mumbling that they were indeed, finished.

“Good,” she replied, and Weiss heard the sound of approaching footsteps. He stood up straighter, wincing as he jarred his injured side.

“Weiss the Immaculate,” the same female voice said again, and Weiss found himself looking… down on young female girl. Her auburn red hair was cut short, her blue eyes looking rather dull and lifeless. Weiss quirked his head to the side, wondering what the hell an eight year old girl was doing wandering around Deepground… and how she knew his name… and why she was wearing a Soldier uniform…

“You’re the Tsviet?” he asked, incredulous as the idea dawned on him. Her face remained void of all emotion, reminding Weiss of the way Nero used to look at him. She merely gazed at him for a few moments, before she made her way to leave.

“Hey…!”

She turned back towards him, her face still looking unnaturally calm. Weiss tried to study her, but kept going back to her blank eyes. She doesn’t even look alive…

“Who are you?” Weiss questioned, still trying to get over her alarming appearance.

“… Shelke,” she replied, before turning her back to him once again and leaving the Sickbay. Weiss stared after her, before shrugging a shoulder in disregard. He had better things to do than wonder about weird little girls wandering around Deepground. Still… was she really a Tsviet?

“Weiss! Wha-what… nevermind, come here.” A hand grabbed his forearm and tried to tug him into the room, causing a sharp pain to shoot up his side. Hissing in distress Weiss yanked his arm free, his other hand moving to press against his side to try and prevent any movements.

“Don’t touch me!” He snapped, hiding his pain behind his anger. The medic instantly cowered backwards, stumbling over his own feet as he darted away. He knew better then to question Weiss’s foul mood. Judging by the spreading bruise over the left side of his body, he’d mouthed off to Restrictor again and was suffering the consequences. There was nobody else that would be able to deal that much damage to Weiss.

“Ah-of-of course,” he managed to mumble in apology, scrambling to get a pure enough Cure Materia to use on Weiss. Each Sickbay was supposedly outfitted with the means to take care of any one of the Tsviets, due to their unique physical and mental make-ups. However, it was much harder to discover the source of these medications when you had a very unpleasant Weiss glaring daggers at your every move.

“I’ll… uh… I’ll need to ch-check the wound t-t-to see exactly wha-what damage was done,” the man continued to stutter, shooting worried glances towards the Emperor. Weiss only rolled his eyes, trying hard not to get irritated. It had to be hard for the poor man, who had obviously never encountered Weiss before. He was a nearly a foot shooter and looked fragile enough for Weiss to break into pieces by just looking at him the wrong way. Weiss smirked. What wasn’t annoying was proving to be highly amusing.

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Nero stared blankly at the far wall, lost in his thoughts. Why would he live in the present, which was filled with empty rooms with steel for walls? He’d rather think about Weiss, his Immaculate Weiss, who would hold him and talk to him, soothing away his pain and loneliness. Nero smiled to himself, glad that he was able to see Weiss almost every night. To enter his throne room and curl up on his lap, rest his head against his muscled chest and be warmed by the heat of his body.

Nero felt himself blushing a bit, remembering how nice it felt to have Weiss’s arms wrap around him, the way his breath would flutter his hair when he laughed, tickling the back of his neck and sending shivers down his spine. It was a strange sort of nice, which made warmth pool in his stomach, before it spread throughout his entire body. He felt himself wanting more, yet didn’t know how… if it was possible, he’d just want to be devoured…

And that one time… the blush that covered Weiss’s cheeks as something hard and hidden pressed up against him… Nero’s flush deepened, remembering how that feeling had sent butterflies spinning in his own stomach. He was filled with these almost undeniable urge to…

“Nero.”

Nero jumped, scrambling to his feet as his hands curled into fist, staring at the one man that would dare to enter his room unbidden, Restrictor. What little comfort Nero had gathered with his memories of Weiss vanished as he was forced back to the cold harshness of reality, and the pain he was about to face. Of course he was about to be harmed. Pain followed Restrictor more closely then his own shadow, and Nero was forced to follow as well. It took only a gesture of his hands for Nero to walk haughtily forward, glaring at Restrictor from beneath the heavy black hair that fell in his face.

Restrictor must’ve found his actions amusing, because he only laughed in response, before reaching out and grabbing Nero’s bicep with near bone crushing strength. Nero winced, but stayed silent as always, the anger and hate fading from his eyes to be replaced with aloof indifference. Restrictor stood there, and Nero found himself under cold inspection, wondering what Restrictor was trying to see in him.

“Come.”

Like he had a choice as Restrictor tugged on his arm, sending Nero stumbling into the hallway before him, a sharp jab between his shoulder blades signaling for him to move. Nero hesitated, not sure of where he was going, but another shove had him stumbling forward once again and he knew it was better to walk then to ask questions.

It made him uncomfortable, to have Restrictor behind him and out of sight. He didn’t like it when he was unable to see the man, preferring to have at least some inclination of what the man intended. He could feel those eyes burning into his back, and Nero was torn between shrinking back in fear and straightening his back out of defiance. In the end he chose neither, keeping his head lowered and shoulders slouched, neither afraid nor insolent.

“To the Training Center.”

So that’s where they were going. Perhaps Weiss… Nero let out a silent sigh, knowing that the chances of Restrictor putting them the two together was unlikely as ever. Restrictor wasn’t interested in experiments, he was interested in strength. Which meant Nero would probably find himself trying to fight again, without any knowledge or means of doing so. He’d struggle to assure his continued existence in hopes of seeing Weiss again. Nero found himself turning to the Emperor as his soul existence for continuing.

Another silent, unobstructed trip through the bowels of Deepground, nobody interfered with a Tsviet, and double so when he was accompanied by Restrictor. Nero didn’t mind. He hated the uncertainty he was faced with when encountering new people. He knew what to expect with Restrictor and Hojo. At least knowing that he was about to suffer was better then not knowing he was about to.

“It’s about time we put you to use, little Nero,” Restrictor hissed from behind him, causing Nero’s face to harden though it should’ve been no surprise that Restrictor found him useless. He wasn’t a fighter, which made the whole idea of him being a soldier laughable. Nero sneered, realizing it wasn’t his decision either way. He would do as he was told or he would suffer the consequences.

“Out of all the Tsviets, you’re the only one that hasn’t served any other purpose than as some half failed experiment that only survived to satiate Hojo’s curiosity. However, he is gone, and I will not suffer such a meaningless existence in my presence.”

Half failed experiment? Meaningless existence? He had always known this, but somehow it hurt more to actually hear it. A deranged little boy that was lost in his shadows, mute and dangerous, and overall just a pointless being. Nero’s head dropped lower, wishing that he could just curl up somewhere alone in the dark and not be bothered with this stupid struggle to live. Was it too much to ask to just be left alone?

“Pathetic really, the way Weiss looks after you. You don’t know what a cruel and merciless killer he can be, and yet he treats you like a pet…. Anyone else as humiliatingly weak as you he would’ve destroyed in an instant,” Restrictor continued, loving the way he saw the cracks that began to appear in Nero’s indifference, the way the shadows curled around his form tighter as though trying to protect him from Restrictor’s verbal attacks.

Of course, Restrictor knew why Weiss looked after him. Some stupid fraternal bound that he shouldn’t even developed in the first place, but it was there and wasn’t going anywhere soon. Restrictor wondered if Nero knew this as well, but wasn’t about to tell him in case he didn’t. It would only be another factor to tie the two of them closer. There would be time to ponder this later; they had arrived at their destination.

“You should consider yourself lucky Nero…” Restrictor began again as the two of them entered the deserted room. Nero felt that fear of the unknown again as he stared at his empty surroundings, knowing that something was off by the absence of the people that usually swarmed around him in their experiments.

“Your opponent today will be me.”

What?! Nero whirled around, his face a mixture of confusion, fear, and alarm. Fight Restrictor? He had the power to take Weiss down with a single blow, and Nero probably couldn’t hold his own in a normal fight.

“Heh, didn’t you know? I’ve always taken care of the training the Tsviets, being the only one who is strong enough to overcome them physically if they pose a threat.”

No, he hadn’t known.

“My job is to… evaluate all Tsviets, calculate their strengths and weaknesses, as well as arm them with a weapon suitable to their style. Hmm… or at least it was. Now I have the added pleasure of doing whatever I want when you disobey my orders.” Restrictor moved closer to the boy, which only caused Nero to tense, his darkness itching to just surge forward and destroy the man that plagued his every waking moment. Nero smirked, realizing it was something he should’ve done long before now.

“Ah, ah…” Restrictor warned, guessing Nero’s intentions by the way his shadows grew more active, swirling and curling with a greater intensity. “That little ploy won’t work on me, unless you intend to kill Weiss in the process…”

Nero froze, wondering how much Restrictor said was true. It could be a trick to make him behave, a lie so Nero wouldn’t use his ultimate strength against him, but if it wasn’t…

Restrictor titled his head slightly, pointing the index finger of one hand in the direction of his temple, laughing softly behind the black metal of his helmet.

“You see, in order to keep Weiss in line, they’ve implanted a time release virus inside of him that will be activated the minute the signal that emits from me is lost. This means, if you kill me, in a matter of days, Weiss will die a very slow and very painful death. His life is tied with mine, and he must suffer my existence if he wants to survive.” Restrictor explained, watching the obviously infuriated look on Nero’s face.

So that was it. That was the reason why Weiss had never made any real attempts to overthrow Restrictor, even as his strength grew. It would mean his own death in the process. Nero’s lips curled back in a silent snarl, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to devour Restrictor either, because it would bring harm to Weiss, would bring death to him.

“It’s quite clever, isn’t it? Weiss stays a tame little lion under my jurisdiction and since he is the strongest of the Tsviets, all the others follow suit. He actually aids in the superstition that surrounds me. If the Immaculate Emperor doesn’t dare to fight me, just how powerful must I be?” Restrictor continued, circling Nero like a vulture would his prey.

“Of course, my strength is no illusion or fairy tale. Maybe in the future Weiss may have the strength, but I assure you that even if he decides to forfeit his life to destroy me, there are already plans that are near completion that will prevent any Tsviet from acting out against me,” he gloated, laughing as Nero stood stock still, only his eyes darting to follow his movements.

“So kill me if you dare little Nero, and I will die knowing that your dear, sweet Weiss will be following, always a step behind to the very end…”

Nero’s hands balled into fists and he suddenly struck out, not knowing exactly what he was doing, but filled with an undeniable urge to hurt the man before him.

“Hmm, your speed is above average, but you’ll have to do better then that…” Restrictor teased, easily avoiding Nero’s sloppy attack. Nero only glared, before he launched himself at Restrictor again, just wanting once for the man to feel an inkling of what he put others through.

“You lack the strength to do that little one, even if you managed to hit me…” Restrictor continued to mock, avoiding Nero’s pathetic attempts to strike him.

“You are neither exceptionally fast nor abnormally strong. Your darkness is a remarkable trait, but what good is that if you refuse to harness it?”

Nero sneered at the man, letting his body slip away into his shadows. Harness it? You don’t harness oblivion, you can only become it. Restrictor watched with new attention as Nero’s form was all but consumed, body turning into the shadowy silhouette that he had seen when Nero was pinned against Rosso. His red eyes faded to glowing yellow as he became the very substance that surrounded him, giving Restrictor the satisfaction of discovering some of the extent of Nero’s abilities.

And Nero was gone, vanishing into his oblivion, and Restrictor felt the slightest notion of the unknown, only knowing that it was quite possible for him to appear [i]anywhere[/i]. Was it possible that he’d be able to escape this way? If so…

Restrictor wasn’t given time to ponder these thoughts as a small portal of darkness appeared with Nero lunging out of it, still hell bent on attacking. Restrictor laughed, side stepping the still too slow attack, only to watch as Nero vanished to appear moments later in a yet a different spot.

Every time it was an attack and miss tactic, Restrictor toying with Nero’s power to see how far it could take him, or how close, delighting in the way Nero was beginning to use his head, the assaults becoming more planned and deliberate, showing the intelligence the boy was supposed to possess. However, they would need to work on conditioning his body, as Restrictor began to note signs of fatigue in the boy. It was still a remarkably well start, considering Restrictor had no hopes for the boy to begin with…

“I’m almost impressed...” Restrictor smirked, as Nero came for what would be his last assault. Restrictor had grown slightly bored of this trial and he had other work to do. As Nero closed in, Restrictor flipped him soundly over his shoulder, throwing the much smaller boy to the ground with bruising force. Restrictor was sure to use enough strength behind that attack that Nero was bound to stay there, and sure enough he did. The resounding of his skull cracking against the floor had Restrictor slightly worried it had been too much, but as Nero’s eyes still lay half open he knew there was no lasting damage. He was still conscious at least.

Nero lay panting on the floor, his true form reappearing as his body gave way to exhaustion, this head swimming from exertion as well as the impact. Not to mention, the pain forming from the nasty bump on the back of it was enough to make him want to vomit.

Slowly, he pulled himself onto his elbows, not even attempting to stand because he knew his body just couldn’t take it. Even when Restrictor kneeled down next to him and Nero was filled with the dire need to move, his body just couldn’t take it; he was forced to stay put, even as Restrictor reached out to touch the back of Nero’s head with seemingly mock tenderness. Nero shivered as the cold, gauntleted hands combed through his hair, a much different feeling than when Weiss did it. It left him feeling even sicker than before.

The tips of those metal hands pressed lightly on the spot where his head had impacted and Nero let out an unwilling hiss as pain spiked through his skull again, his head jerking away from the cruel touch despite the wave of dizziness it caused.

Restrictor was silent as he pulled his hand away, staring down at the wet stickiness on his fingers that could only be blood. His eyes flickered to Nero who still lay on the ground, body covered in sweat from their “fight”, crimson red eyes staring back up at him through the pain and anger he obviously felt.

Such remarkable eyes…

His face would be void of all emotion yet his eyes always gave him away, a portal to the feelings that he never seemed to be able to hide. Restrictor noticed the way they shone with pleasure when they gazed upon Weiss, and how they gleamed with hatred when they stared back at him. It was something he hoped to change in the near future…

Restrictor practically jerked to his feet, knowing now was neither the time nor the place to be considering such actions. He had his orders, and like the any decent soldier he followed them. There would be plenty of time in the future to play games with Nero.

“Until we meet again…” He said in a near whisper, before stalking out of the room.

Nero stared at him, confused by the sudden change in Restrictor but not liking it at all. It made him feel as though he had swallowed ice, his body going cold as he remembered the feeling those hands made on the back of his head. There was nothing good about Restrictor, and this was shaping into the worst aspect of all.

Sighing, Nero collapsed onto the floor, glad to be forgotten about for at least a little bit. Let him regain his bearings a bit, and then he would be off to see Weiss…

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Weiss sat slumped on his throne, staring at the never changing scenery of the gods be damned room he was forced to stay in every moment he wasn’t needed elsewhere. After 20 or so odd years, it definitely lost the majesty that it once held. He knew every inch of the place, and would kill for even a potted plant to break the monotony. Hopefully Nero would come again, as he had without fail for nearly the past week since his first appearance in the throne room. It was strange, how badly Weiss missed Nero when he wasn’t with him.

Weiss scowled, shifting a bit as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. No, it wasn’t strange. He loved Nero, in what was quickly turning into more ways then one. He desired so badly to act on those feelings, yet he was afraid that he would force Nero into something he didn’t totally understand. Weiss actually chuckled, knowing that even he didn’t have the nerve to give the whole… “breeding” talk to Nero. Besides, it was different with men… at least Weiss wasn’t that naïve, even if he was inexperienced in the actual act. Him being a virgin was the direct result of his near isolation his entire life. He had never felt tempted to take anyone to his bed, at least before Nero came along.

Speaking of his brother, where was he?! Nero was usually here by now, and Weiss sorely missed the young man’s body curled up against his own, even if it eased as much as it added to his sexual frustration. Gods, how he wanted to just… touch Nero… show him how good he could make him feel…

Weiss shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. No. He told himself forcefully, knowing that it just wouldn’t be right to ask so much of his little brother. He wouldn’t risk losing the close bond they had forged because his libido.

Sighing Weiss pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the bandages that tried to hinder his movements. He tried to tell that moronic man this morning he didn’t need any, that his body would naturally heal fast enough, and with the added power of Materia he was almost in perfect shape when he left. But of course not. Weiss half wondered why he didn’t just tear them off afterwards, except for the possibility that somehow Restrictor would find out he was disobeying orders again. He hated it so much how he had to tip toe around the man sometimes, not so much for his sake but knowing how easily Restrictor would be content to take it out on others. Growling, Weiss pushed these thoughts out of his head. He was just wanted to think of a way to burn off some of this pent up energy he seemed to be overflowing with. He was too on edge to just sit quietly and wait. He was just too angry at everyone and everything to calm himself with mediation.

Yet even after he ran through his normal warm-ups and stretches, he couldn’t seem to ease the tension in his body that was only growing more intense each minute that Nero didn’t appear.

What if something happened to him? What if Restrictor found out? What if I don’t see him again?

Weiss swore, wishing he had something he could just break. He took to pacing his throne room, back and forth, back and forth, gritting his teeth, his hands clenching and unclenching, a nervous wreck with pent up pressure and anxiety.

Where was he?!

Minutes passed, and Weiss was pretty sure hours as well, yet he was still stuck alone and overlooked in his prison. Weiss sat down heavily, gripping his hair in frustration. Why, why did it matter so much? He had spent so many years in desolation, yet here he was going insane because for one night something prevented Nero from appearing. He couldn’t help but worry…

Biting his lip, Weiss stood up again, knowing that he had to calm himself. He slowly made his way back over to his throne, forcing himself to breathe evenly in hopes of stilling the near panic rising in his chest.

He’ll be ok… He’ll be alright… he’s strong, you know this… you’ll see him tomorrow…

He just had to keep telling himself this. There was nothing else he could do.

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He wasn’t sure how he managed to fall asleep, or exactly what it was that woke him, but Weiss felt himself torn from his slumber with a near jolting force that only happened when he realized that someone had entered his throne room.

Instantly awake and aware, Weiss nearly jumped to his feet, eyes instantly searching for whoever it was that disturb him. Only… Weiss froze, feeling odd warmth as something shifted against his legs. Looking down, Weiss felt a sharp pang in his chest as he saw Nero curled up at the bottom of his throne, head resting against Weiss’s legs as he sought out the warmth and comfort of Weiss’s touch.

“Oh little one…” Weiss murmured, reaching down to gently wake the boy up, fingers tracing over the pale flesh of his face. Nero stirred slightly, eyes flickering open and body tensing as he wakened, the sleepy haze clearing from his head as he remembered where he was. He looked up, smiling sheepishly as he saw that Weiss was also awake, his hand still resting on the side of his face.

“What took you so long?” Weiss asked, though he instantly wished he hadn’t as he watched Nero lower his eyes in shame. He hadn’t meant to make Weiss worry, or wait for him, but it seemed that Restrictor had told no one where he was, nor did he bother to return for him. Nero had stayed undisturbed in the very spot Restrictor had left him, at first too tired to move, before he fell into an exhausted sleep only to wake up much later then he had intended.

Nero lifted his eyes, trying to convey to Weiss just how sorry he was. Weiss seemed to understand, because his face broke into a soft smile and he leaned back, motioning for Nero to take his usual spot. Nero readily did, clambering to his feet before he nestled himself in Weiss’s arms. Weiss chuckled as he shifted his body into a more comfortable position, wrapping his arms securely around his younger brother.

“You could’ve woken me up…” He muttered into Nero’s hair, resting his head atop that of his little one. Nero blushed, shrugging his shoulders bashfully to say that he didn’t want to disturb him. As always, Weiss understood and didn’t bother to question further, just glad that Nero was here and safe.

“I was worried something had happened…” Weiss admitted, causing Nero to lift his head from its snug position on Weiss’s chest, doubting that Weiss would actually fret about him. But the sincere look on his face told Nero otherwise, and he felt a bubble of happiness well up inside of him. He couldn’t imagine why Weiss would care about him, like Restrictor had said earlier he was small and weak and a burden to the elder Tsviet. There was no reason for Weiss to care about him, to look after him like he did, but yet here he was, safely cuddled in Weiss’s strong arms, far away from everything else in the world.

“I should’ve known you’d be able to look after yourself…”

Nero unconsciously reached up to touch the back of his head, noting his blood matted hair and the tenderness of the spot. He regretted this as Weiss reached up as well, face darkening as he gingerly touched the still sore wound.

“Restrictor?” he asked, though he knew the answer was yes. Nero sighed, eyes lowering in shame at his own weakness. Weiss laughed, shaking his head as though it was silly for Nero to feel humiliated by Restrictor.

“Don’t be…” He muttered, taking one of Nero’s hands and pressing it against his bandaged side to show he wasn’t the only one who had suffered recently. Nero’s eyes widened, looking anxiously at the white fabric that was wrapped around Weiss’s abdomen before darting to Weiss face trying to see any pain in that strong face.

“Nah, it doesn’t hurt anymore…” Weiss explained, letting go with Nero’s hand though surprised when Nero didn’t pull away as well, his hand still resting against the bandages, finger tips toying with the edges.

“You can take them off if you don’t believe me…” Weiss continued, seeing how anxious Nero still was. Nero glanced up at Weiss again, before he gently began to tear the wrappings off, discarding the strips to the side as he slowly revealed Weiss’s unharmed side. Still, Nero used both of his hands to inspect Weiss’s chest, pressing gently against the sculpted muscle, checking for any bruising or tenderness, unsatisfied unless he was sure that Weiss wasn’t in any pain at all.

Not again…

Weiss laughed nervously, batting Nero’s hands away as he felt his arousal begin to stir beneath Nero’s touches. Nero looked at him again, a strange expression on his face that Weiss had never seen before and that he couldn’t quite place. Weiss licked his lips, not liking how unreadable Nero’s eyes had become as he continued to stare, his hands slowly reaching up to splay across Weiss’s chest again. Weiss felt his breath hitch, for the first time beginning to wonder if Nero might actually be doing this on purpose before he quickly rid himself of such thoughts. He’s a boy, he has no idea…

Nero leaned closer, head tilting slightly as he continued to watch Weiss with that strange intensity.

“Nero, what are you doing…?” Weiss asked, surprised at how hoarse his voice had become at having Nero so close to him, a seriousness to him that Weiss had never seen before in their time alone together. Usually Nero acted carefree, relaxed and happy when it was just the two of them, but there was something that was weighing heavily on his mind.

“Nero?” Weiss asked again, surprised to find how deep his breathing he had become. Nero let out a secret smile, caressing Weiss’s chest with his hands, finger tips dancing dangerously close to Weiss’s exposed nipples. Weiss’s breath actually hitched, before releasing in a shuddering growl which only sparked amusement in Nero’s eyes. To be honest he didn’t know what he was doing, driven by some primal need to touch, but he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it either, and judging by Weiss’s reactions he was as well. Weiss was so caught up with the feeling of Nero’s hands on his chest that he didn’t notice how Nero was drawing his face dangerously close, until his senses finally cleared to find Nero, and more importantly his lips mere centimeters from his own.

“Nero…” It wasn’t a question, nor a protest, just a soft whisper of his name as Nero pulled himself closer, his eyes locking with Weiss’s and never leaving. Nero realized for the first time that Weiss’s eyes weren’t completely blue as he had always thought, but were actually shot through with highlights of gold, making Nero think of what sunlight must look like when it was reflected off water. [*]

Slowly, carefully, afraid that he would do something wrong, but a greater compulsion drawing him closer, Nero felt his eyes flicker shut, inhaling heavily the scent of Weiss and the shared air between them. Their was something so intimate about the moment, his body straddled across Weiss’s thighs, their bodies so close to touching that he could feel the heat radiating off of his Emperor, the faintest ghost of a touch when Weiss inhaled and his chest expanded slightly. Weiss was frozen before him, unable to urge Nero further incase he was sure of himself, but too entrapped by is own desire to push him away.

And then Nero inclined his head just a little further, their lips brushing against each other in what was more like a caress then a kiss, a gentle touching between their two mouths that had Weiss all but groaning in frustration. He felt his hands snap to the arms of his throne, gripping the arms so he wouldn’t grab Nero, to slam their bodies together so he could ravage the smaller form.

Nero continued the taunting touches of their lips, leaving Weiss questioning why he wouldn’t just get down to business and kiss him damn it? Unless… Weiss smirked, realizing that Nero was indeed trying to kiss him, as best he knew how from what limited knowledge he had about kissing.

Pulling back much to Nero’s disappoint, Weiss trusted his control enough to let go of the arms of his throne to rest his hands lightly on the hips in front of him, smiling coyly at the young body he now held in his arms.

“Like this little one…” Weiss muttered before he swooped forward again, capturing Nero’s lips between his own, glad that he kept his eyes open as he watched Nero’s eyes go wide with surprise before they fluttered shut in pleasure, a happy noise of contentment escaping his chest at the new sensation, loving how he could actually taste Weiss on his lips, the delightful pressure causing a sensation in his groin that he had never experienced before, only having ever felt the faintest flutters of true desire and want.

Nero pressed his lips harder, practicing the touch and taste dance Weiss was showing his mouth how to perform. Following Weiss’s lead, they gradually turned their gentle kiss into something much more passionate, a fever raising in both of them that neither wanted to quell. Nero’s hands moved from Weiss’s chest to tangle in the mane of white hair before him, gripping the luminous locks between his digits so he could press Weiss closer to him. Weiss groaned in approval, pulling Nero’s entire body closer until they were chest to chest, hands sliding up and down those small hips in a sensual massage that had Nero quivering beneath the touch. Electricity was shooting through his body, the charges sparking from the connection between their lips, and Weiss wondered how he had managed to contain himself so…

No!

Weiss gasped, wrenching their lips apart and shoving Nero away from him, nearly upsetting the poor confused boy from his lap. Weiss squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Nero’s kiss bruised lips or the desire that was in those blood red eyes, wishing for the first time ever that Nero would just leave and remove the temptation his body presented. Even when Nero reached out to try and touch Weiss’s face, he only jerked away, unable to bear the knowledge that it would only lead to things better left unfinished.

After the few moments it took to compose himself, Weiss finally opened his eyes. He expected to see the confusion that still lingered on the pale face before him, but what struck him more was the hurt and sadness that prevailed over Nero’s delicate features. Weiss forced himself to smile before reaching out for Nero, surprised at the look of anger that crossed his brother’s face as he avoided the touch, glaring at Weiss until he gave him an explanation. Weiss sighed, mentally kicking himself for what he had done, knowing all along it was wrong to kiss Nero, even if Nero was the one to initiate it. He still did it, and now he had to suffer the consequences of his actions.

“Nero… we can’t… ok?” Weiss tried to explain, knowing those words alone weren’t going to cut it. Nero still glared at him, though he wasn’t mad enough to leave or even remove himself from Weiss’s lap. At least that’s something…

“We… “

It was just so hard to say. It would be easy to just stay silent, to kiss Nero, and touch him, show him love and pleasure and everything else he wanted but he knew it would be wrong. Nero had the right to know, even if Weiss didn’t want him as he lover. It was just too cruel to see the hurt on his young face and not tell him exactly why Weiss had rejected him.

“We’re… we’re brothers ok? We share the same blood, we’re family. And… and family doesn’t love each other like… like the way I want us to.”

There, he said it, and it was funny to see way the knowledge dawned on Nero, his face almost deadpanning with surprise and disbelief. Brothers? How, how was that possible? They looked nothing alike! Weren’t brothers supposed to share some resemblance to each other? They were family? They were complete opposites, there’s no way… but deep down inside, Nero knew it had to be true. Why else would they be drawn together? Brother. Why else would Weiss look mindlessly after him? Why else would he run to Weiss when he was hurt and afraid, automatically knowing that the Immaculate would keep him safe. It felt nice to know that Weiss’s connection to him ran through the very blood in his veins. That nothing could ever separate them. They were brothers. It filled Nero with so much happiness that he felt as though he would explode. And truthfully, it only fueled his desire. He wanted to give Weiss everything now. He didn’t know why, or what exactly that would entail, but something inside of him was just begging to be consumed by the man in front of him.

Nero shook his head, before he leaned in trying to capture Weiss’s lips in another kiss, only to scowl as his… brother stopped him.

“Nero, I’m serious. It’s… it’s wrong, ok? We’re not supposed to, it’s not natural…You’re my little brother, and I can’t… ” Weiss tried to explain, though it seemed that Nero really didn’t care, even though he now knew the truth. In fact, Nero now seemed almost amused by the idea; still trying to dodge around Weiss’s halting touches to taste his mouth again.

“Nero…!” Weiss cried, quickly losing patience with his younger brother. At least Nero stopped, though it was only to roll his eyes at Weiss’s actions. It was wrong? It was unnatural? So was everything about this place! When had something “not right” ever stopped anyone in Deepground? Their very existence was the result of something “not right.”

Nero sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. Why didn’t Weiss get it? He wished he could explain it, but there was a tightness in his chest that prevented him from speaking. He wasn’t ready to give up that last safeguard against the cruel reality he lived in, even for Weiss. He’d just have to find some way around it.

Nero smiled at Weiss, raising his hand to run it across Weiss’s cheek and down his jaw line, happy that his older brother at least allowed that touch. He kept his hand rested there before he leaned forward, his hand gripping Weiss’s chin tightly when it appeared as though Weiss would try to pull away, trying to convey to his elder brother that he meant business. He knew that if Weiss truly wanted to he could break his much weaker hold, but he didn’t, and Nero was able to lay another chaste kiss on Weiss’s lips. Weiss shivered, wondering why he was so caught up in what was right. Nero obviously still wanted this, and Weiss knew without a doubt that he still wanted it as well, so why fight it? What was there to stop them, except for morals that never once existed in their lives?

“You… you don’t care?” Weiss finally ventured, and Nero answered with another quick kiss on his lips, followed by another, and another, until Weiss finally relented and gave into his desires, kissing Nero back with a tenderness he reserved only for his little brother.

“Just… tell me… to stop… and I will…” Weiss managed to stutter out between kisses, before Nero soundly silenced him by deepening their kiss again, and Weiss forgot all attempts to speak. Instead he decided to concentrate on Nero’s lips, and his body, and holding true to the promise he made to himself to make his little brother feel good..

Nero surged forward now that he knew Weiss wouldn’t back down, and Weiss caught him in his strong grip, using this new power over his brother to practically slam their bodies together. Nero gasped in surprise, and was instantly glad that he did as Weiss used this opportunity to further plunder his mouth, tongue lashing out to enter Nero’s moist cavern. Weiss was rewarded with another unbidden noise of pleasure from his little brother, whose tongue didn’t even hesitate before it was rubbing up against Weiss’s. Neither of them knew exactly what they were doing, causing the first few moments to be sloppy and slightly awkward but they learned soon enough how to move in tandem, their mouths now meshed together seamlessly as their tongues danced together, each savoring the other’s taste.

Weiss reminded Nero of warmth and strength and power, everything he knew that he lacked. His taste was sharp and clear and bright, burning across his senses with a blinding light that permeated his whole being. Yet at the same time it was cool and soothing, the exact counterbalance to the dark turmoil that constantly flickered through his own body. Weiss was perfect, the way he looked, the way he felt, and now Nero knew this perfection even went as far as his taste.

It was so different from his own taste, but Nero had no way of knowing this. Weiss however, felt himself being consumed by the darkness and shadows that he tasted on Nero’s lips and tongue, a secret world that he’d never been allowed to be a part of. It was deep and rich and satisfying, full of the bittersweet existence that Nero had carved out for himself. Still, it had a sweetness to it that surprised Weiss, a flavor that seemed to spawn from the good soul that still resided inside of the tormented body. Weiss loved every aspect of it.

They continued to kiss, only stopping long enough to regain their breath before they were at it again, both quickly growing uncontrollably aroused with the touch and taste of the other, their bodies pressing together with the need to be closer, deeper, harder…

Nero gasped as Weiss ground their bodies together, all of a sudden painfully aware of tightness and need that was emanating from his loins. There was something hard and needy there, something new and exciting, and Nero felt himself bucking against Weiss, needing to relieve some of the pressure. Weiss felt the arousal against his own and it only spurred him on, knowing now that there was no way he was going to give Nero up, not now, not ever…

His hands slid over Nero’s hips to grab the back of his thighs, hoisting the light body further up against him, their bodies now pressed together as fiercely as their mouths, both of their hips bucking and snapping against each other in an attempt for more, and more and more, though each of their minds so disoriented that they had no way of doing this. Together their bodies danced and grinded together, hard and fast and furious in their burning need for each other. Nero didn’t know if he could take much more, letting out sharp sobs of pleasure as he bucked against his brother, reluctant to let their lips part but forced to do so as he buried his face in Weiss’s neck, too consumed by his need to concentrate on kissing. He needed, oh how he needed…

“Oh gods, tell me to stop little one, my love…” Weiss gasped out, moving up to grab Nero’s pert ass, having long held a hidden desire to hold those round orbs of flesh in the palm of his hands. Nero shivered harder against him, his young body unable to handle all the new sensations running through it as Weiss continued to touch and caress him. He felt as though he was about to fall to pieces, and here Weiss wanted them to stop?!

Nero shook his head, no, never, lifting his head to look with pleading eyes at Weiss. He need for this pleasure pain to end, and he wanted Weiss to give it to him. He wanted Weiss to take him, fill him, complete him, not caring how as long as it was soon, because he would die if this torture didn’t end.

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[*] Weiss didn’t receive the Gunblades we see in DoC until near the end of the Multiplayer Mode. So… yeah, wouldn’t have them now, would he? So I'm sticking him with your generic looking katanas...

[*]http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a67/AdventGeostigma/weisseye-1.jpg

Incase any of you didn’t catch the gold in it while playing the game…

A/N: I know the whole Shelke bit was a bit random, but they have to run into each other sooner or later, and I’d rather the whole introduction phase be done and over with so I won’t have to worry about it.

Anywho…

See? I knew you guys would all want to gut me for leaving the story hanging like this. But at least you know what’s coming next chapter.

In fact, it’ll probably cover the entire next chapter, so expect it to be very long, and very smutty one.

So see you all again shortly, and remember to review!