Silhouette

A/N: I owe you all the deepest apologies from the very very bottom of my heart. I did not intend for it to take this long for the next chapter to be up.

I was seriously ill for the past couple of weeks. I’ll spare you the final details, but if you’re interested you can look up such things as “spinal tap”, “spinal headaches” and “blood patch”.

It was not fun. At all.

ANYWHO! I’m back, and here is the long awaited chapter. I hope I haven’t lost too many of my readers, or if I did, the promise of lots and lots of sweet sweet lovin’ in this chapter will bring them back.

@.@ And I mean lots.

Because of the long absence, I didn’t send this to my Beta before I posted it. I have now, and will probably repost this chapter with corrections, but I’d rather get an unbeta-ed one up a few days faster because I’m so behind in updates.

ANYWHO!

REVIEWERS!

Fayore - Um, first off… eww sick. I wrote a Hojo fanfiction once (Hojo x Vincent noncon) and it was like… never again. It was just nasty to think about it. Not to mention, it doesn’t sit nicely with the fans.

As for the foreshadowing… :3 Well, it’s going to get nasty for both Nero AND Weiss. Exactly what I won’t tell, but I’m sick, I’m twisted, and I’ve had plenty of time lately to just lay around and think.

Teehee.

Rinchans-flower - I love the fact that you guys catch onto my not so subtle hints. But it’ll be “good” for our brothers for at least another chapter or two. I have the opening to one chapter laid out already and it makes me giggle thinking about it.

Brittny - So, about that “Patiance is a Virture” thing… well, I hope it’s gotten you this far. Again, I apologize for the long wait, but sadly it was a bit beyond my control. I hope this chapter leaves you satisfied. The ending to it is adorable.

Fall.Into.Sleep - I assure you, one of the reason I publish it is so that I do keep on writing it; I have far too many stories on my hard drive that just don’t get finished because I get lazy. However, I got the major parts of this one already figured out, now I just need reviewers like you to keep my motivated.

I’ll have to check your story out!

Aquila - ^_^ OREO FTW! I read your story and I can’t look at the snack aisle the same way ever again. But as for Restrictors involvement with Nero’s… “modifications”, he definitely plays a part.

lunatic_vn - Sadly, I think TD might be on hold until the next chapter of Silhouette, simply because I’m itchin’ to keep this story going. But thanks for the compliments! But I really have you to thank for all of this.

;) You introduced me to the multiplayer script, neh? I still remember when you started talking about “Triple S” and “sharing the same mother” and wondering what the hell you were on.

^_^ So kudos to you.

Olivia xD I’d beg to differ on that one, but I’m flattered none the less. Thanks for the review, and I’m glad you enjoy it so much!

Shido Burrito I think my back is going to break underneath weight of my ego if you keep this up.

… Well, not really, it really does compel me to write more. Once again, I’m glad you enjoy it so much!

D.P What is with you guys?! Do you think I’m just going to stop?! … Um, no! I’m going to write this story to completion, and then start work on the se-…

Err… getting ahead of myself. .cough. Here’s the next installment.

Also, two special little notes:

A “Holy Crap… fanart?!” in the direction of Shido Burrito who drew a crazy beautiful scene between Weiss and Nero and posted it DeviantArt, and was dug up about and brought to my attention.

You can view it here: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42519133/

Seriously, that’s fuckin’ amazing. I’m flattered beyond belief that not only did my story inspire you, but you even linked it with the image.

Also, to Muffinhands aka Weiss on Rice who did another fanart, though from my story Shatter. That, and got me hooked on Poison.

You can view it here: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42126616/

Flying Ninny indeed. I love your drawings, 'specially when you have stories to match!

So, if any of you other lurkers out there have any fanart related to this or any of my other stories, email it to me damn it, I want to see!

Ok, and honestly, this is the last bit… you may here and a few fellow Weiss x Nero authors on here make vague references to “Oreos” and a club called “Silhouette”. Well, it’s a forum based club over at AdventChildren.net founded by me and kept alive by a very dedicated Weiss x Nero crew.

We swap story ideas (as well as stories!) fan art, discussions and anything Weiss x Nero related. You have to join the forum to post, though any guest is free to come check it out!

Mind you, ACF is a PG-13 site so anything explicit can’t be posted; instead we pass it through PMs or e-mails. :3

You can find it here: http://forums.adventchildren.net/showthread.php?t=70695

That’s it, I swear. Here’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting for!!

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“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.

Weiss saw it in his eyes, the burning need that was filling his brother, knowing from his own personal experience how hard it was to quell that desire once it had begun to grow. Not to mention, time between the two of them was usually precious, and the longer he delayed their joining, the less time they’d have to enjoy it.

Weiss spoke no more as his hands began to work on ridding Nero of his uniform, glad it wasn’t the initial restraining suit he’d been forced to wear but still far too much clothing for him to have on. His hands scrambled to remove the many plates and metal guards that protected all of Nero’s vital spots, discarding them without caring where they landed, barely hearing the sound of the metal striking metal as they hit the floor. It didn’t help much that Nero seemed unable to hold still, turning towards every one of Weiss’s touches, trying to get more as he buried his head into Weiss’s shoulder. His body was filled with this frantic need and Weiss was only fueling it on.

Weiss was growling by the time he removed the heavy gauntlets from Nero’s hands, savoring with his eyes the first glance at Nero’s small and delicate hands, nails still painted eternally black, and the very edges of his tattoos peaking past the sleeves of his uniform. Weiss couldn’t resist as he reached out to grab one of his pale hands, pulling the wrist to his mouth to lay gentle kisses on the flesh, feeling Nero’s pulse pound beneath his lips. Nero shivered, eyes glazed over and half lidded as they gazed at Weiss, his lips parting with a sharp intake of breath as Weiss lavished the palm of his hand with kisses, his fingers curling and flexing with each gentle touch.

Weiss lips curled into a smile, laying one last kiss before releasing Nero’s hand, his own already moving to rid Nero of his shirt. His body was crying out for the boy on top of him, wanting to worship every inch of his body with every inch of his own, to touch and taste and see everything he had…

Nero blushed as the top part of his uniform was hastily pulled over his head, biting his lip as his upper torso was revealed. He felt embarrassed with his body when compared next to Weiss; he was too pale, and too skinny, and all of this only accented by the curling tattoos the stretched up over his shoulders and across his pectorals. He felt the urge to cover himself, to pull his shirt back on or cross his hands over his chest, head bowing slightly in shame.

Weiss’s brow furrowed, a bit taken back why Nero was suddenly acting, no longer seeking more touches but suddenly pulling back in… shame?

“Nero, my beautiful one…” Weiss cooed, trying to reassure his brother, but not wanting to be forceful either. It would be heart wrenchingly painful to stop now, but he wouldn’t dare to hurt Nero in any shape or form. The young boy had already suffered enough as it is.

But his words only caused him to blush more, a subtle shake of his head showing that he clearly disagreed. No, he wasn’t beautiful; he was a symbol of what happened when something good could go horribly wrong. He was creature of darkness instead of an immaculate being of light. Weiss was the beautiful one, not he.

A gentle hand on his chin forced him to raise his head, his eyes locking with Weiss’ bright striking blue and gold eyes. He tried to look away but Weiss held him there, staring at him with love and compassion and unhidden lust.

“You are perfect…” Weiss murmured, holding Nero’s face as he leaned forward to give the sable one a soft kiss, gentle and coaxing and understanding. Screw not trying to force him, his body desired him and wouldn’t be denied because Nero thought he was ugly. The long black hair and crimson eyes were anything but.

Nero smiled softly, slowly returning the kiss, relaxing as Weiss drew him out once again. He thinks I’m beautiful… he thinks I’m perfect… Nero grinned widened, and Weiss pulled back, confident that he had convinced his little brother to continue.

“Now, where was I…?” He asked softly, eyes glowing with mischief as he took in Nero’s half bare form before him. He was tempted to not stop, to continue discarding every article of clothing until Nero was soundly naked, before throwing him down right there in front of his throne and pounding into that smaller body. But the temptation of the black and white skin before his eyes was too much to bear.

Weiss lifted his hands up, slowing caressing the developing muscles on Nero’s chest. He had long lost any trace of baby fat, never having any real chance to gain any, but he still wasn’t finished growing yet. His body was caught between that of a boy and that of a man, with muscles slowly gaining more definition as they grew. Weiss felt a sudden guilt again, afraid that Nero might be too young, and didn’t know what he was getting into, but that though was quickly chased from his mind as Nero shivered and trembled beneath his touch, pressing forward for more contact.

Weiss grinned again, reassured that Nero did want this, hands continuing to room over the still too skinny planes of his chest. They paused as they came across Nero’s nipples, their color the same purplish blue of his lips. Weiss’ grin turned downright evil as he eyed the two small nubs, before he ran his hands experimentally over them. Nero’s eyes went wide and his back arched, these two points obviously sensitive as to him as they were on Weiss. Weiss laughed softly while continuing his assault, fingers playing over the erect flesh just to watch Nero’s reaction. His body began to writhe on top of Weiss again, body unsure whether to push forward for more or pull back out of fear of the new sensations. He wasn’t given a chance to react as Weiss leaned forward, kissing along Nero’s pale neck, savoring the sweat that was beginning to bead the soft flesh. Nero squeezed his eyes shut, mouth open in silent moans of pleasure as Weiss continued to tease his nipples, lips and tongue dotting along his neck before moving lower. Nero could only reach up and grasp onto that luscious mane of hair again and hang on for dear life as Weiss continued to quest over his upper body, lips assaulting his neck and shoulders, hands sliding over his torso before reappearing to tweak and pull at his hypersensitive nipples.

The tightness that was growing in Nero’s midsection only grew tighter still, and he found his hips subconsciously rolling against Weiss’s body, trying to gain some relief. The added pressure and friction seemed to be helping things somewhat, and found it easier to concentrate as long he kept rubbing his body up against his brothers.

However, his actions caused an unexpected reaction in Weiss as he felt the hardness press and rub against him once again, reminding Weiss of his own painful arousal. Weiss let out a predatory moan against Nero’s neck, hands leaving his abused nipples to grab on Nero’s hips, making sure the body was pressed tightly against him before he surged forward, usurping them from the throne and slowing his pace only enough not to hurt Nero as he splayed his body on the ground, his younger brothers legs wrapped firmly around his own in a near death grip from surprise.

Weiss chuckled, looming over his brother that was now displayed so wantonly on the floor beneath him, glad now for the permanent heat that seemed to permeate throughout his throne room, rising up from somewhere beneath. He knew the floor while being hard wasn’t cold, only wishing that he had been granted the luxury of a bed so he couldn’t have to worry about harming Nero.

Nero didn’t seem to mind though, still getting over his initial shock of being safely seated on Weiss’s throne, only to find himself seconds later tossed on the ground with Weiss above him, seated comfortably between his legs. He blinked up at Weiss, wondering why the sudden change of position before Weiss pushed down on him, rubbing his own body up against Nero’s.

Nero gasped, hands clenching in Weiss’s hair at the heightened sensation, now feeling all of Weiss’s weight behind his movements. It was strong and tortuous, and Nero found himself trying to keep pace and pressure but failing to do so. He only lay their and pant as Weiss guided their bodies together, letting out the softest of keens as Weiss began his oral assault again, lips back on his neck and slowly trailing down to his shoulders, lower still to his chest.

This wouldn’t do. Weiss tore himself away from Nero to kneel between the legs spread around him, eyes all but glowing from the internal light brought on by his lust. Nero frowned his displeasure, wanting to feel the heat of Weiss over him again, but Weiss’s coy smile turned his features into one of curiosity, especially when Weiss reached for the waistband of his pants.

“Just tell me to stop…” Weiss said again, not wanting Nero to think for a second that he had to do this. Weiss could’ve sworn Nero rolled his eyes, hips bucking up to remind Weiss of his need. Weiss chuckled, undoing the belt that fastened the pants at Nero’s waist, before rolling the cloth over his hips and down to his knees.

Nero let out a hiss as the fabric was dragged over his erection, seeking more of the teasing contact that sent pleasure tingling through his body. Weiss grinned as his brother’s body was slowly revealed to him, moving just enough to drag the rest of the clothing and boots off, leaving Nero naked and panting beneath him. Those beautiful markings began again just beneath his navel, stretching over his hips and down his legs, curling and twisting in the same exotic pattern all the way down his legs and across of his feet. And again, Weiss was delighted to find that his toenails had taken on the same distinct blackness as the one on his hands, eternally painted with the color of shadows.

Weiss purred his approval, running his hands up the remarkably smooth legs, fingers dancing along the striking pattern that twisted over them. Nero shivered, pulling himself up onto his elbows so he had a better view of what Weiss was doing. He was surprised to see his normally flaccid cock erect and seemingly the point from which all this need originated from, it hard and twitching when Weiss rubbed over a particularly sensitive spot. Weiss caught the direction of Nero’s eyes and his lips curled into a smirk again, his hands inching towards the hot and pulsing length.

Nero could only watched wide eyed as Weiss touched him, toes curling with excitement as Weiss hands moved closer and closer, wondering why something so simple would drive his body so insane. There was something so natural and yet so carnal that…

Nero’s eyes squeezed shut and his head was flung back, all thoughts disappearing as Weiss wrapped his strong, sure hands around his length. He heard Weiss chuckle but he couldn’t care, gasping for breath as the pleasure he was feeling spiked at the new contact.

“You’ve never done this before, not even to yourself…” Weiss mused allowed as he slowly began to stroke Nero, his free hand reaching to rest on Nero’s hips, keeping them down as they threatened to buck wildly into his hand.

“I have… of gods Nero you do to this to me just by thinking about you…” Weiss continued, moving his hands in a practiced motion up and down the pulsing member beneath him, memorizing every little hitch of breath Nero gave, every twitch of his flesh.

It was all new to him, and it would never be this way again. It made Weiss kind of sad, knowing that this particular innocence would be lost forever, but the pleasure knowing that he’d be the one taking it far overrode the bad. Nero would be his, and nobody else’s.

Nero panted beneath him, cheeks red with desire, eyes heavy lidded with just the faintest flicker of lust glazed eyes peaking out from beneath the lashes. Still propped up on his elbows, he could only let out tiny, barely audible little whimpers that were more than enough to spur Weiss on.

“I’ve desired you for the longest time little one… to know what it’s like to touch every inch of your body…” Weiss continued, leaning in so his lips brushed against Nero’s lips with every word that he spoke, not once halting the methodical pumping of his hand.

“To see you beneath me, to claim you as mine and mine alone…” Weiss continued his mantra, almost in a trance as he felt Nero’s body react beneath his very fingers, pretty red eyes fluttering shut with the faintest traces of moisture dotting the lashes. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, an almost pained expression on his face as he continued to writhe beneath Weiss.

“So don’t hold back little one…”

Nero gasped, before his mouth clamped shut tight enough for his teeth to click together. The burn flowing through his body was all consuming, and he vainly fought for control as his body sought release, not understanding the sensations that were plaguing him and just so afraid to let go. Whatever Weiss was doing to him felt so good that he never wanted it to stop, ever. But he couldn’t…

His body arched as something tore through his body and he was faintly aware of some release before his senses went haywire with the pleasure that wrecked through his entire being, vision going black and blood pounding in his ears. Nero swore it would’ve hurt if it didn’t feel so mind numbingly good. He felt himself convulse, once, twice before he collapsed, body still trembling and shaking as the waves continued to roll across his nerves. So lost in the pleasure of his release he didn’t hear Weiss’s approving growl as Nero spread his release over his brother’s fingers. He could only let his body go limp as his sense slowly returned him, his body never feeling so completely enthralled before.

“That’s it… my Nero…” Weiss purred from somewhere above him, causing Nero to lazily open his eyes to gaze up at his brother. Nero felt himself smile, unsure of why but the sight of his brother above him, one hand still resting lightly on his hip, the other raised before his face to study the milky fluid that was spread over his fingers made the blush return to Nero’s face.

For the first time since Nero had arrived Weiss’s attention diverted elsewhere, focusing only on the still warm, sticky fluid that covered his digits. He was faintly aware of Nero’s eyes on him, but paid him no heed as he brought the hand to his mouth, tongue darting out to drag across his skin, tasting Nero’s release mingled with his own sweat. Slowly the muscle lapped over his, devouring all that Nero had given him.

It was only when his hand was completely cleaned did he turn back to Nero, who still lay collapsed beneath him, breathing finally evening out though his eyes were still heavy lidded. It was a strange calm, a soft smile on Weiss’s face as he relished the taste that still adorned his tongue, his own body all but shaking with his need. He had felt Nero, he had tasted him, but he still wanted to consume him.

And there was Nero, beautiful, dark, glorious Nero who watched him with those ruby eyes, darker now with his new found lust and sexual drive. Nero, who slowly lifted his hands, driven by some unbidden instinct until his palms rested on Weiss’s hips, slowly dragging over the white cloth. Weiss was silent and still, caught in a waking dream as Nero carefully undid the black sash on his pants, discarding it to the side only for his hands to return, slowly pulling and tugging the fabric down over muscle sculpted hips.

It was the dragging of the fabric over his arousal that broke Weiss from his reverie, and the reality of the situation sunk in. Weiss blinked his eyes a few times, before he felt something inside of him shatter. Weiss did what could only be described as a pounce as he retackled Nero to the floor, surprising a startled squeak from Nero as Weiss suddenly sprung into action, bent on claiming his little brother once and for all.

What control he may have feigned in the situation was completely lost as Weiss tore his pants from his own body, not even recalling kicking his boots off in the process. He felt Nero’s hands grabbing onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh hard enough to leave crescent moon indents but he didn’t care, his whole being trapped by the feel of his naked flesh against the naked flesh of his brother.

Nero wasn’t given the opportunity to explore Weiss’s body, he could only hang on as Weiss slammed their lips together in a brutal kiss. He was minutely aware of the sharp bitterness that now adorned Weiss’s lips and tongue, knowing somehow that it was himself that he tasted, but it only caused him to gasp and grind his reawakening body up against Weiss again.

There it was, that animalistic growl that tore from Weiss’s chest, teeth sinking into Nero’s bottom lip, biting hard enough to break the skin. Nero could only let out his silent cries and Weiss’s mouth tore across his flesh again. It was fast and it was fierce but it was exactly what Nero wanted. Weiss wasn’t calm and reserved; he was a boiling mass of pure energy that longed to be released.

And Weiss just couldn’t stop. Not with Nero writhing beneath him, pressing into his lips and hands as they ravished his young body. Not as those thin legs spread wider, begging Weiss to nestle between them and bury himself deep within him. Weiss groaned against the warm, sweat slicked flesh beneath his mouth, using his hands to prop Nero’s legs up, lifting his waist up slightly to give him better access to his prize. Nero aided by arching his back, not knowing what Weiss intended to do with his body but not caring at all. He was on fire, every nerve in his body burned with pleasure, warmth, and passion. He wasn’t sure if he could wait for Weiss to finish. Already his erection had returned, hot and pulsing as badly as before, and Nero wasn’t sure how Weiss could stand being in a similar state for so long.

Weiss continued to torture Nero’s upper body with his mouth as his hand reached between Nero’s legs, rubbing along the underside of Nero’s cock and down past his balls just to feel the way Nero’s body quaked beneath him. If it weren’t for the strain on his body already, Weiss would’ve stopped and toyed with Nero a bit. The only thing he cared about now was burying himself to the hilt inside of Nero.

As gently as he could, Weiss ran his fingers between the cleft of Nero’s ass, prodding at the puckered entrance, knowing there was no way that this couldn’t hurt, but he no way around it. Perhaps…

Weiss suddenly pulled back, cock twitching with the soft keen that Nero gave with the separation. Weiss smirked down at him, reassuring without words that it wasn’t for long, that Nero would have all of Weiss that he could manage. Lifting his hand to his mouth once again, Weiss began to lick and suck on his index and middle finger, using his saliva as a makeshift lube for the two digits. He knew it wasn’t the best method, but faced with their current situation it would have to do. He couldn’t last another minute with his manhood aching as fiercely as it did. He hadn’t even touched it and already it was leaking with his need.

Coating his fingers as best he could, he leaned back down, reposition his hands beneath Nero’s body, once again tracing the crevice between the cheeks of Nero’s ass.

“I need you to relax little one…” Weiss heard himself murmur, trying to get his little brother to calm down as much as possible. Nero only panted in response, thread lashing to the side, his young body quivering with barely suppressed need. But he listened to the best of his abilities, trying to calm his breathing, the muscles in his legs relaxing slightly.

Weiss smiled up at his brother, though he doubt Nero saw it. His eyes were so heavy lidded, so clouded with lust Weiss wondered if Nero saw anything at all despite the red irises that still shimmered from beneath his lashes.

Gently, slowly as he could Weiss began to slip his index inside, halting as Nero suddenly tensed up at the intrusion, eyes going wide before flickering towards Weiss, slight discomfort written across his face. Weiss shushed him, leaning up to lay a soft kiss on his nose.

“I promise little one, it won’t hurt too much…” Weiss murmured against Nero’s lips, inching his finger farther in. Nero winced, shifting his body, more uncomfortable then in pain. Weiss slowly slid the finger out, before gently guiding it back in, restraining his own burning need to ensure that Nero felt as little hurt as possible. He continued this motion a few more times, before Weiss began to ease the second finger inside.

Nero hissed, muscles tensing as the intrusion grew. It was strange, this pleasure pain of feeling Weiss inside of him. It ignited a desire for something bigger and harder, hotter against his walls. But the feeling of being stretched like this… Nero trembled slightly, trying to relax his body as Weiss had instructed him. It made things a little less strained, and slowly he felt his body begin to relax and accept as Weiss slowly prepped him.

Licking his lips, Weiss dared to push in a littler harder, a little deeper, trying to find the gland that he knew would give Nero pleasure. Weiss knew it was nestled somewhere inside his little brother, his fingers probing and scissoring, stretching and…

Nero gasped, body going rigid as Weiss brushed against something inside of him, something that made him see stars. And again, oh he would die from this. Nero forgot all the discomfort or pain he might’ve felt, bucking his hips against Weiss’s fingers, seeking more of that pleasurable contact.

Weiss moaned above him, fingers trying to stretch Nero’s body as best he could for what was to come next, relishing the way his younger brother reacted to him. Weiss savored every little shiver that wracked the form beneath him, knowing that he and he alone would show Nero this pleasure, that this intimacy was theirs alone.

Carefully he withdrew his fingers, much to Nero’s displeasure at the sudden emptiness he felt. He wanted Weiss back inside of him, joining them, completing them. His mouth opened with his silent moans and begging, hips lifting unconsciously, seeking the touch and fullness that Weiss had let him taste.

Weiss groaned, moving to position himself at Nero’s entrance. His own erection was slick with precum, ready to slam into that tight hole, to bury into Nero’s body and mark him with his seed. Weiss didn’t even blink as Nero lifted his own legs to wrap them snuggly around Weiss’s waist, conveying with his body just how badly he wanted his. One of Weiss’s hands moved to rest on Nero’s hip, holding the body steady and he slowly pushed forward, letting out a sharp cry at the tightness that began to engulf his cock.

If it weren’t for the pained look on Nero’s face Weiss knew he would’ve slammed in with wild abandon, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand hurting Nero like that. He kept his movements as slow and smooth as possible, trying to ignore his body demands. Weiss had to, had to ease the tightness out of Nero’s face, the jagged breathing that wasn’t from just pleasure. It had to hurt. There was no way his body could be so tight and him not feel anything.

Weiss opened his mouth, wanting to reassure Nero, to try and calm him with words and whispers but the only thing that came out was another moan of pleasure and a sharp snap of his hips as he seated himself entirely in the body beneath him.

Nero lay beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising in shaky breaths as he felt Weiss move inside of him. It hurt, oh gods it hurt to be stretched like that, but to hear Weiss announce his satisfaction and to feel him hot inside of him; it was worth it. Nero could only lay there, body trembling as it sought to adjust itself, feeling the heat from Weiss above him, and in him. He was used to pain; it had surrounded the entirety of his life. He had long ago accepted it as something that he would live through the rest of his existence. But this pain, this pain made him long for more. He could feel Weiss above him, inside him, and he couldn’t care about the pain.

Weiss had moaned for him, had shared with Nero the pleasure he was feeling and even if he died from this, Nero knew he wouldn’t mind. Weiss had buried himself inside of Nero’s body and Nero loved every painful minute of it. Slowly, painstakingly slowly he felt Weiss pull out, and Nero felt a slight stab of fear the Weiss might leave him. But no, he slid inside again and Nero let his breath out in a relieved hiss, surprised to find that it didn’t hurt nearly as badly as before. In fact, the slight tug and pull of his body and hips against Weiss was beginning to feel decidedly good.

It was killing Weiss. For the first time he thanked whatever higher being there was that had granted him this life, and the training and self control it took for him to become a soldier of such caliber. Every inch of his flesh was screaming for him to pound into Nero, to ravage his dark brother with all the power and grace he possessed, to have his little one screaming and crying out beneath him, but he just couldn’t…

Nero’s body arched as he felt Weiss brush against that spot inside of him again, and all pretense of pain was swept away. It was so much more then the gentle touching of fingers, it was Weiss’s thick manhood buried deep inside of, rubbing against a hidden mark of pleasure, and Nero let out a soft mewl of delight, hips bucking into the touch.

Weiss slammed forward, all conscious thought lost with the feel of Nero moving against him, inviting Weiss for more. He barely registered the near wail that Nero gave out, the most vocalization he had ever shown, or the feeling of Nero’s flesh tearing at the sudden and forceful intrusion. Even with the preparation that Weiss had provided, Nero’s young and unused body was not prepared for the wild abandon that Weiss now took him with.

Nero didn’t care, even as his mind registered the scent of blood as Weiss violently claimed him. He only let out another strangled cry, clinging to Weiss’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood of his own, hips thrusting against Weiss as the pleasure coursed through him, cutting through the searing pain and making Nero’s head spin.

It was unbelievable. The air was filled with the sounds of their flesh moving against each other, Weiss’s deep, guttural moans and Nero’s sharp cries of pleasure. Nero didn’t think he could tell where his body ended and Weiss’s began, their bodies a seamless union of twisted limbs and dripping sweat. With each buck of Weiss’s hips Nero let out another howl of bliss with the ruthlessness that his prostate was being assaulted with. Every time Weiss slammed into his body he felt the pleasure course through him, mingled with sharp sting of pain as Weiss abused his body. Oh, how he loved every second of it…

Take it… it’s all yours…

And Weiss did. So lost in his own pleasure, the tightness around his aching cock, the smell of sweat and sex filling his nose, eyes squeezed shut unable to open, Weiss could only ravage Nero’s body seeking for his own release. The feel of those tight walls around his manhood, Nero’s cries of delight as he forced their bodies together again, and again, and again… it was too much.

Weiss found his release in a shattering of his senses, body bucking wildly into the Nero’s heat, marking his body with his release. It burned across his nerves, filling him with more pleasure and gratification then his hand ever could. This was Nero, young, beautiful, dark little brother that was pressed beneath him, moving against him, hardness pressed to Weiss’s stomach, mouth open with now incredibly audible moans.

Even as the fulfillment of his orgasm began to fade, Weiss found himself still hard and reluctant to leave Nero’s body just yet. It only served to clear his lust laden mind, bringing back the desire to shower Nero with all the love and affection as he could.

Leaning down, Weiss silenced Nero’s latest proclamation with his lips, kissing his younger sibling with all the passion he could muster, sealing their bodies even closer together. Nero let out a happy mewl, arms relaxing from their clawing grip to wrap around Weiss’s neck, returning Weiss’s kiss with equal fervor.

They continued to kiss, tongues entering the fray as they both became frantic to find release. Weiss didn’t know how more of this he could take, the muscles in his loins and thighs beginning to burn with the unfamiliar sensation of fatigue, his body not yet conditioned to these movements. Yet he was even more reluctant to let the joining end, for their first encounter to finally draw to an end, yet it was inevitable.

The only thing he could do was make it so Nero would never forget the first time they became one.

Carefully he balanced his weight on one hand, freeing his other to stroke along Nero’s hips before reaching between their bodies to grasp Nero’s erection, surprising the young boy with the contact. Weiss visibly shivered as he felt Nero’s leaking flesh beneath his fingers, stroking the hard flesh in time with his thrusts, sending Nero spinning into his own world of pleasure.

For the second time Nero felt the tightness in his body grow, only this time there was no struggle for control, no desperate attempt to stop the impulses that pounded through his body. He relinquished his hold willingly, body convulsing and arching beneath Weiss yet again, spilling his essence into Weiss’s powerful hands. His vision blurred as his breathing became harsh and jagged, forced to part lips from Weiss in his frantic need for air, crying out with every exhale as Weiss continued to assault his body with pleasure.

But it wasn’t long before Weiss felt himself come again inside Nero, unable to keep going with Nero’s body clenching around him, forcing his release and milking every drop from his body. A few more frantic thrusts and he collapsed, completely and utterly spent on top of his beautiful, glorious little brother.

Silence, broke only by the harsh sound of their breathing…

It was several minutes later when Weiss finally moved again, carefully extracting himself from Nero’s body, noticing for the first time the blood that dotted his now limp member, as well as the splatters along his thighs and across Nero’s behind.

“Ooh…. Oh Nero I’m so sorry…” Weiss whispered in a hushed voice, a painful lump rising in the back of his throat. He hadn’t meant to hurt Nero, had only wanted to show him pleasure but had lost control and now this.

Nero let out a soft laugh, pulling himself wearily up on one elbow, flinching as his sore muscles protested and his torn backside stung. He didn’t care, honestly; he’d do it over again just to feel Weiss in him like that.

“Nero, I didn’t mean it I’m so…”

Nero grunted as he tried to sit up, but failed as his body gave out. Luckily Weiss captured his body in his arms before he struck the floor, wrapping his sore body in a warm embrace, nuzzling his face in Nero’s hair.

In return, Nero made a happy little mewling sound, curling up against Weiss’s chest, perfectly content with the events of tonight. It had been incredible! Such pleasure! He never knew something like that was imaginable. And it was the pain that made it all to clear to him that it was a dream; it was real. For a far too short amount of time, him and Weiss had become one.

“Forgive me?” Weiss murmured into the softness of Nero’s hair, his enjoyment lost with the sticky feelings on his loins that weren’t just from his release. Nero let out a very uncharacteristic snort, lifting his just enough to lay gentle kiss along Weiss’s jaw, snuggling his body closer. Forgive him? Forgive him for showing him just how close they could be? For introducing him to a world of blood pounding excitement and nerve burning passion. Never. He wanted it, he still wanted it, but he was just too tired.

Nero yawned, nestling further into Weiss’s arms. It was dangerous to linger here, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave, too comfortable and satiated in Weiss’s arms. Let them punish him; he wasn’t leaving.

Weiss chuckled, knowing that he was forgiven, or rather, Nero wasn’t holding it against him, and he lay back on the floor, Nero curled up against his chest.

“You’re mine little brother… and I am yours…” Weiss muttered, feeling Nero nod his approval against his chest. Weiss had claimed Nero’s body, and in doing so tied himself to Nero. He swore that he would never share this intimacy with anyone. He alone would take pleasure in Nero’s body, and Nero alone would find pleasure in his.

Sleepily, Weiss noticed the darkness that settled around Nero, curling around his near sleeping form like a second skin. It startled him slightly, wondering why he hadn’t noticed it during their love-making. He must’ve been too distracted…

Too tired to care, Weiss wrapped his arms more securely around his brother, eyes drifting shut as his body relaxed against the hard floor of his throne room, naked against Nero. It took only a few minutes for his breathing to relax and even out, carried away by his exhaustion.

Nero waited patiently for a short while, wanting to make sure Weiss was asleep before he moved. Ignoring his sore and cramped body he gently sat up, still nestled against his sleeping brother. Smiling softly he examined the sleeping form beneath him, relishing the beauty of Weiss as he rested.

He couldn’t resist a hand reaching up to brush gently along side Weiss’s face, though he froze as Weiss made a soft sleepy noise and shifted slightly beneath the touch. After a few more moments of silence, Nero was content that Weiss was still asleep, and continued to stroke the strong face. Weiss, beautiful, powerful Weiss, who protected him and showed him love and affection. His brother, his lover, his everything.

“Weiss…” Nero whispered softly, relishing the feel of the word as it moved across his lips, and the sound of it as the hushed name reached his ear. Satisfied with himself and his accomplishment, Nero lay back down against Weiss, curling up underneath the strong chin, inhaling the scent of his beloved brother, calmed by the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest.

“Weiss…” He murmured again, a smile gracing his features as he drifted off to sleep, warmth spreading through his entire body as the love for Weiss grew with every breath he took. He would die for this man.

Nestled as he was against the strong, muscular chest, Nero didn’t see the one blue and gold eye flicker open, peeking down at the small black form blanketed in shadows.

Nero….

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A/N: It’s ok. You can do it too.

Awwwww!!!

Sorry, I know that was a bit of a cutesy ending, but when I thought of it, I just HAD to do it. He couldn’t stay silent forever!!

Anywho, I’ve done the best to proofread this myself, because while Heather is an awesome and amazing Beta, I just couldn’t bear to delay this update, even by another day.

Next chapter! ... Silver, Silence, and Swordplay