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Tied to You
Like Weiss on Rice

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He really needed to get new helmet, his wasn’t exactly balanced looking. He wasn’t wearing that cowl again… his chest slightly exposed. Why couldn’t the man wear a proper shirt? Then again, if she had it her way she wouldn’t wear what little she had on either. So she guessed she couldn’t fault him for it. If she were a man she wouldn’t wear one at all.

Weiss had to admit that his body didn’t look all that bad, but he was rotten on the inside and it just made looking at him all the more disgusting.

Down in here, there was no one but her and him. Nero was indisposed, being held against his will much like she was right now. She was bored, and this place was uninteresting. She practiced often, but without a partner even that was frightfully dull. She usually gave up and tried to think of Nero here with her, but even that wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when he was with her. She huffed and stopped right before this man walked in, thank goodness too.

He probably knew though, from her flushed expression. He enjoyed doing that, sitting around and watching her. Probably just to piss her off.

There were no words when he stepped forward but she knew what he was about. Although she never saw his face, she knew ever since that day what he was capable of. He tried proving it to her again and again.

She supposed he could simply halt her, but he never did. He might stop Azul in his tracks but he got some sick satisfaction from toying around with her. He enjoyed wearing her down until she was weak and couldn’t fight back. Not that she could anyway. She stood before she was slapped back down again. Was he getting better at hitting her or what? He always knew exactly where to punch, exactly how hard and at which angle to make it the most painful experience she ever had in her life. He must practice in the mirror, or have a dummy in his apartment that looked like her that he just beat on all night until he could see her again.

“Weiss…” He said, her name on hips lips made her shiver with disgust. He held her neck gently then, as if waiting for her to struggle so he could tighten his grasp around her and cause her pain. What should she do really? Roll over and let him do what he wanted? Would he at least be gentle then if she did? She gave that no serious thought though, she didn’t care… she would go down fighting. “Not going to fight me today?” He asked, almost disappointed sounding. As if to answer him her fist sailed up and he caught it. “Oh, good. I was wondering.”

“Get off of me!” She growled angrily.

“I think not.” Restrictor laughed a little. “Although I don’t know why you fight me as you do… you must be frustrated with your little Nero gone.” She made no comment, it was his fault that he was kept away from her anyway. He anticipated this, finally finding the chance to use a little something he knew against her. “I watched you that day…” She just glared at him, but had a hint of confusion rolling around in her eyes. “Ototo? Don’t make your Nee-san wait any longer…” He grinned at her appalled expression.

Oh God, had he been watching them? How horrible.

“For such a bitch, you are quite cute when you are around him…” He found using cute to describe Weiss a little awkward. “And you are quite lovely when you let yourself go.”

This was utterly revolting, she thought her time with Nero had been hers, and this bastard had time to watch. Ugh.

“The two of you are quite strange for siblings… fucking around like you do. But you liked to be fucked don’t you Weiss?” His voice took on a delighted tone. “You scream and moan like a whore for him no matter how many times he takes you. Why don’t you close your eyes and do the same for me, hm? Submit to me and I’ll be gentle…”

“No!” She roared, writhing in an effort to get out of his grasp.

“I was hoping you would say that.” He grabbed the front of her shirt then and she was prepared to have it ripped off once more. “For old time sake,” He began, “I’ll let you have a little head start.” He flung her, oh what a fool he was for doing that.

Restrictor watched as she sailed through the air, landing and disappearing behind her throne where her brother usually sat. He hoped that reminded her of him before he took her.

She seemed to pause up there for a moment, she might have hit something roughly, but he heard a scream and she shot right back down to him rather than running away.

"Heh…" He caught her rather easily and spiked her onto the ground behind him. She must have lost some of her spunk, or she had finally given up. She writhed underneath him but not with as much strength as he thought her capable of. Maybe she was tired? It was easier to undress her this time, although he did think her clothing had a satisfying ripping sound to them. She didn’t say a word after that, but it was fun watching her wriggle as he exposed her slowly and penetrated her. She whimpered pitifully as he pushed in and pulled out of her. He was so caught up in finally having this wench at his mercy that he never saw or heard the light figure walk quite naturally out of the room.

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Nero tried shifting again, hating being stuck up against this stupid unmoving block of concrete. He was several feet off the ground so he kicked his feet a little to get the blood flowing. It had been this way for a while… he just wanted to leave and be with Weiss again.

Weiss… He worried about her now. He wasn’t around her anymore to help and she was trapped in her throne room for the most part. They weren’t feeding him but that was fine by him for now. He could always send his darkness out and find something. He wondered what was happening with her and what they were planning… especially Restrictor. The man had given up on getting to her before when he realized Hojo would be furious and Nero would always be there to whisk her away. There was nothing now standing between the two of them.

He trembled at times. When he would see Weiss walk along he would scream thinking that maybe if she would just look at him he would know. If she could look at him with that confidant smile he would know she was safe and unharmed.

He felt it strange, for someone who was so strong to need someone as weak as him. But she did. He knew.

He felt a tickling at the bottom of his foot and his foot twitched a bit. It persisted and he opened his eyes, looking downward. “Weiss!” He said in a hushed whisper. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” Weiss grinned.
“Where is Restrictor?” Nero looked about, expecting to see the man at any time.

“He’s downstairs… screwing a copy of me. I slipped out while he was busy.”

He nearly choked, but continued in his hushed tone. “You can’t be serious!”

“What? About me seeing you or Restrictor getting down and dirty with a projection of myself?”

“Weiss!” He growled at her words. Did she even know how serious this was? Well, he was certain she did, but her cavalier attitude disturbed him. Maybe he was searching for the wrong reaction though. She was not a weak person by any means and definitely wasn’t a typical damsel in distress. Maybe he was expecting her to be afraid, but she didn’t seem to be.

“Would you rather me stay down there and let him have his way with me?”

She seemed to think this was funny. “I just can’t stand the thought of him anywhere near you projection or no.” He shivered, the chains that bound him clanking together a little as he did so.

She paused for a moment her eyes blanking out. He knew what she was doing. She was checking up on her copy to make it convincing. “Ugh, he isn’t much to look at you know… then again I guess he’s not my type.”

“That’s horrible!” Nero huffed. He didn’t want her doing that. It was only a copy of her she was looking through, but still. He didn’t want mental images to be burned into her mind.

“Yeah…” She said offhandedly, coming back to reality once more. “I know what he was about right away…” She thought she would tell him of her exploits. “He got a few good punches in on me… and he flung me up where you usually sit.” She smiled, wanting to leave out at least a few embarrassing details. “I threw a copy of myself down and slipped out the back.”

If Restrictor never let her go… he didn’t want to think about it. “Do you think he’ll notice?”

“No, I’ve been keeping him pretty busy.”

That sounded disgusting and he made a face, one she could see even with his mask on.

“Oh Nero, don’t look at me like that… I know you don’t like it, but this is better… believe me.”

“I know it is…” Goodness was he ever happy for her to find a way to outsmart that bastard without him. “I just hate that you’re subjected to it.”

“You can’t always be around to help me.” Weiss said softly, her teasing quality gone. “So… I’ll just deal with it in my own way.”

“Weiss…”

Weiss decided to steer the subject away from where it was headed. She didn’t want her only time with Nero to be centered on Restrictor. “How do I get you down?” She asked, looking at the various chains, something on his chest looked odd.

“You don’t… it’ll set off an alarm.” Not that he hadn’t tried to get out himself, but he definitely didn’t want her to be found out. Restrictor would come after her with a vengeance if he knew.

“Oh.” She said, grabbing at the chain around his ankles and pulling herself up onto him. Slowly but surely she made her way up to him until they were face to face. “Nero… does it hurt?” To be tied up she meant.

He knew why she asked. “No, not really.”

She could have sworn…“Why all the screaming?”

“I wanted you to look at me.” She tittered at that and he sighed. “I just wanted to know you were safe.”
“How about I give you a little wink if I am? Or maybe grab my belt when I pass… then you’ll know.”

Restrictor would probably notice her winking right away. “The belt… would be easier to hide.”

“Mm, sounds good.” She pulled at his mouth piece with her free hand.

“Don’t fall.” He cautioned.

“Like a fall could kill me.” Her lips met his again and again. “This might though.” She ground her hips against him.

“Weiss…” His protest was cut off when she kissed him. His darkness was swirling around them freely, but he knew that right now she was too strong to get caught up in it.

“I’ve missed you.” She said.

“It’s been a few weeks.” He breathed.

She tried to rub herself against him only to find a chain over his… she looked down, trying to move it without snapping it. It was no good. “That can’t be comfortable.” She tittered.

“You have no idea.” Nero sighed, “And I’ve got nothing but free time to think of you…”

“Well… I guess if you can’t do anything.” Her free hand slid down into her pants and she pressed herself as closely to him as possible.

“Weiss!” She was going to make him watch when he couldn’t do a thing? Even if he could, the results would be messy.

Weiss was kissing the underside of his chin. “Nero…” She purred and he felt himself reacting to her. This was going to be painful… He felt the gentle push of her hips, her soft breasts pressing against the tough fabric of his arms. She buried her face in his neck then, her soft, angular hair tickling his cheek.

“For someone who doesn’t like to be teased you surely know how to dish it out.” Nero glared at her, his erection excruciating. She only tittered before moaning his name into his neck. Her cheek then rested against his, desperate for contact. He knew felt the same and nuzzled her.

“Mmmm… ah!” She came quickly, shuddering against him. It was unsatisfying, it wasn’t enough.

“Weiss… darling…” Nero began, when he felt her start up again.

“What?” She panted, her fingers finding that spot again and working over it.

“This is very unfair of you.” He nudged her forehead with his chin.

“Mmmm…” She was already purring again, her breasts pushed up from the strain of holding onto him. This is what she needed earlier, his presence, his smell…

“I don’t think you should tease me so…” Nero warned, his darkness spun up around him and she glowed in response.

“Why don’t you… tease me back?” She didn’t need to say another word and she was drawn into him.

She was so bright in here… she illuminated the ground with it even. She tried to move but he held her fast, her legs almost tethered to the ground and her arms stretched wide. “Maybe I will…” He went to her, his body mixing with the shadows. His dark hand stretched forth, pulling the knot behind her neck. It fell easily along with her soft breasts. Then to her waist, he yanked the bow that held her pants up and they fell mid-thigh. He tugged them down swiftly, drawing them away and into the shadows for later. Her black underwear was the only thing separating them now. He lowered himself to his knees and kissed her, his warm breath filtered through the fabric.

“Nero…” She sighed.

Sweet Weiss… how beautiful her voice was in this dark. He pushed the fabric to the side and darted his tongue into her folds.

“Nero!” Her legs threatened to buckle, but the invisible dark lines around her wrists held her up. She felt his slender finger slip into her, his tongue worrying over her folds and flicked against her citreous. Having nothing else to look at, she looked down at him. He was staring at her, in this darkness his eyes were like pitch, drawing her into him. She had to close her eyes to keep from screaming from the pressure building within her. “Nero, Nero.” Her body stiffened, she was so close… and then he stopped. “Nero!” She protested.

“I’ll only tease you once my love…” He purred, getting into a standing position in front of her. “Now we’re even.” He jerked her leg up over his hip, holding the cloth to the side still and slammed into her. She screamed, throwing her head back.

“Nero! Nero please!” He let her arms go and she wrapped them around his neck. He dropped them down to the ground, but it did not hurt as he fell on her. Light and dark limbs twisted together in a frenzied knot. He pushed at an angle, rubbing against that mass of nerves. So he wasn’t going to cheat this time? The push and pull of him… that familiar presence within her that she didn’t want to let go of. So she let him have her, rolling her head to the side docilely as he gathered her knee up and pushed deeper and harder. She felt rather than saw his hair fall forward, it ruffled against her face before he rolled his head to the side. She looked up, he was looking at her again, concentrating on her it seemed. His eyes were so black in here, but despite that, she felt tenderness radiating from them. “Please Ototo…” She looked into those eyes, “Please hurry.”

He knew she couldn’t stay much longer… but she was so gorgeous. Her body glowing as she shifted under him with each thrust. “Nee-san…” His voice reverberated. “Nee-san…” He didn’t want to let her go… he didn’t want her to go back outside where he couldn’t see her again.

But now her glow was fading away and the dark tendrils were creeping up on her form… but she didn’t seem to mind. He lifted her hips, somehow drawing it away from her for this. The muscles in her stomach stiffened and she arched into him. “Ototo…” Her teeth clenched.

That’s not what he wanted, he couldn’t cum without it. He poised at her entrance and mashed into that spot.

“Ototo!” Her nails racked over his back as she came again. “Nero! Nero!” She screamed.

He buried her face into her neck and groaned. “Nee-san… Weiss…” He held onto her for a few more moments before letting her go.

Her eyes closed and her light extinguished as she fell out of him. She found herself shakily clutching at the chains that held him still, her clothes were on her again, but were disheveled. “I don’t know why I have to scream while you get to-”

He pressed his lips to hers, silencing her. “Thank you beloved.”

She blushed, forgetting herself for a moment. “I hope that will tide you over for now.”

“Never.” He kissed her temple… and then worried about her weakened state. “I should have let you go sooner.”

“Don’t worry.”

“I will anyway.” Nero sighed, this whole situation was hopeless. He hated leaving her in this state, but there was nothing he could do about it. Even if she was at full strength. “Huh…” He sighed.

“Well, I hope you feel better anyway.” She felt a little dizzy, she half wondered if it was from the height, being trapped inside Nero… or simply the things they did.

“Oh… I do.” Nero looked at her seriously then. “Come back if you can…”

“If I can.” She promised, giving him a final kiss before she flopped onto the ground right on her ass.

“Weiss!” His eyes widened.

“Sorry, lost my footing.” It appeared that her brother made her graceless but she needed to get back before she was missed… well… more like caught.

“Be careful Nee-san.”

“Don’t worry, my plan is fool proof… Restrictor won’t be bothering me anymore.” She said confidently. Because he probably wouldn’t go to her a second time if he though he broke her already. Probably. The world was starting to right itself again and she felt like maybe she wasn’t so dizzy anymore.

He sighed, knowing that there was still a chance. “Be careful anyway.”

“I will.” She blew him a kiss, something she had seen before but thought utterly ridiculous. She just wanted to see his smile and he didn’t disappoint her. “Don’t get into any trouble now.”

“Ha ha…” He said slowly, narrowing his eyes on her. “Very funny. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“I love you, Ototo.” She gave him one final smile, a real one for the first time in a long time and snuck out of the room.

“I love you, Nee-san.” He said quietly, knowing she would not hear. He would not see her again, until Restrictor was done for once and for all. He had a long wait ahead of him.

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It took some doing but she managed to make it downstairs without anyone noticing. She watched Azul go with her copy, following behind silently as he made his way into the infirmary. He placed the body he found into a capsule in the wall, pushed a few buttons and with one final look he was off. He was a strange man, but quite loyal. She would do well to keep him around.

She looked at her mirror image in the capsule. Restrictor really worked her over… well… would have worked her over. It was just disturbing to see bruising on her thighs, legs, arms and around her face and neck.
She also couldn’t help but feel… fortunate. Instead of this, she got to be with Nero instead. Hopefully, that would be the last time that bastard tried anything with her. She just had to act strangely around Restrictor for a while until she could destroy him. It would be somewhat humiliating, but she was used to having to walk around him as if on glass anyway.

Since no one was there to observe her, she touched the clear shielding on the tank. That could have been her in there… broken. She couldn’t help but think that again. She rested her face against the glass. He really wanted to destroy her utterly. Until the point where she wouldn’t fight anymore, an artificial consentment for what he did and then he would finally be happy. He took away everything she loved as he said… and wanted to take away even her body.

But that belonged to Nero, as he belonged to her. She wouldn’t let Restrictor take it away from him, from her. They already had enough taken away. She opened her eyes and the body inside the capsule puffed away, water being displaced swished around, trying to fill the gap the body left.

Why not? She was tired right now, drained. She took off her clothes and emptied the canister before sitting in it herself and the door closed on her. She set it to the same time Azul left it on, so no one would suspect a thing. The liquid went past her shoulders and over her head. This was the worst part… letting go of her breath… even though there was enough oxygen to sustain her. It always left her in a panicked state before she calmed down and just relaxed. She let herself float there, her body getting into a natural standing position.

She hoped that when she woke up, that she would still feel that wonderful tingle inside of her and against her lips. She closed her eyes then and smiled at the thought.


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Author’s Notes:

Yeah, I just wanted to wrap up that Azul chapter from last time. I don’t think I made it too horribly clear that she duped Restrictor (although I probably did) and I just wanted to write a bit more about it… while getting to express my pervy side again.

I’ve already read the scripts for the multi-player mode in Japan… but I just got to see them last night. I got to see Restrictor in his… er… battle armor? Eeeeewwwww. He actually has a nice man-chest now that I think about it… but that helmet. I don’t know why it creeped me out so much to see that little bit of his chest though. When he is all decked out in his robes I keep thinking: “One ring to rule them all…”

One thing I also got to see was that Nero wasn’t just tied to a pillar with his feet on the ground. I was under that impression when I first saw the scripts. He’s literally tied up quite a ways off the ground and completely pinned down. I’m guessing that they would have to do that though so he couldn’t escape. Although I wonder how he couldn’t get away… I would’ve just sucked the pillar up behind me… but you never know what kind of messed up stuff they could do.

I’m thinking about writing another one-shot about after Nero gets taken off the pillar… but I dunno. I guess I’ll go where my imagination takes me. I’m working on two more one-shots for this story that I do know of. I’m finished with my yaoi one-shot called “Forever and a Day” and I’ve all but finished my sappy romance called “Raising a Blackbird.” I have to finish my surprise chapter for “Let Love Grow Between Us” and God only knows what else. During this time I have completed almost nine fanarts. How do I do it? No sleep… and looking like crap at work. Oh yeah, that’s my secret.

I’m thinking about moving my other fanfictions here… but I am so busy making myself busy… I’m not sure if I’ll do it just yet. =P