Shatter

A/N: Plot, what plot? The only thing this contains is rough wild man sex between one of the hottest pairings to come out of the Final Fantasy universe in a looong time.

So voila. Go read my story Silhouette if you like this. It has plot, yes, but lots of sex planned as well. And I’m resorting to begging for reviews.

:P This? This is just perverseness.

Warning: Un-Beta-ed.

Quick note: For those of you who haven’t played Dirge of Cerberus, Weiss’s name is still pronounced “Vice”, despite the changed (and for once, more correct) spelling in the domestic version.

So it’s not “Wice” or “Weese” or however it may look. V-I-C-E. Vice.
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses, abandon their defenses…
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.

Nero liked his bondage.

He liked to be tied down. He liked the way the straps felt as they bound his arms and legs, giving his divine Emperor ever right to his body.

The smell of the leather as that cut into his delicate skin, turning it angry shades of reds and pinks, only deepen to blues and purples the longer his delightful torture went on. Of course, it wasn’t always leather, but that was by far his favorite one.

The way that the darkness swirled up around them, twining their bodies further together in their brutal dance as the Immaculate took what was rightfully his, what was always his.

Gazing wistfully at the bed in front of him, wondering how many minutes, hours, days he would have to wait until he was filled with that luminous touch that made everything else seem so unreal.

If he could choose his form of death, it would be this. His beloved brother buried deep in his body, panting breaths against his neck, the sheer raw strength above him pushing him to limits he didn't know he had. Such mind numbering pain, what overwhelming pleasure…

Pain and pleasure; the two truest feelings in the world. The two things that Nero lived for, and only his Emperor could give him it. Only Weiss, beautiful, glorious, perfect Weiss could have Nero writhing beneath him, crying out as vehemently as he did.

“Reminiscing again?”

Nero made no acknowledgement that he heard the interruption. He didn’t have to. He heard that voice every waking moment, every night that he slept. It swirled around his head and soothed him, knowing that there was someone, even if it was only one person, that loved him.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him against a strong bare chest. Nero didn’t have to turn around to see the smirk on the face, or the compassion in the strong pale blue eyes.

This was their place. No one elses. A small, out of the way, forgotten little corner in their underground lair of Deepground. Someplace special and sacred shared between the two of them. He doubted anyone else knew about this place, and even if they did, if they'd ever dare to enter.

“You never grow tired of our play?”

Nero shivered, his head dropping back to rest of his Emperor’s shoulder. Grow tired of it? Never. His body craved for more, even when they were tangled in the sheets. Nero knew he was being selfish, but his Brother could never satiate his desire for him, unless they were to never separate again.

“You would think…”

The words were muttered, as a thumb as traced along his cheek. Nero knew what he was talking about. Bound and broken. That’s how the ones responsible for his existence wanted him. Constantly restrained, his arms strapped across his chest, a mask binding his face… Nero shivered. The metal gears and mechanisms implanted between his shoulder blades that would connect a pair of vicious wings to his body when his hands alone weren't enough. How he hated it. How he loved it.

“Pain and pleasure little brother…”

Nero let out a soft moan as those hands that had been laying docilely around his hips began to move, sliding over his concealed flesh, fingernails scraping lightly to send that delightful shiver down his spine.

“White and black…”

The words continued to whisper, those hands moving to grasp him firmly on his small hips, the thumbs brushing over the covered ridges of his hip bones, the rest digging into his back.

“Immaculate and sable.”

His hips were forced back harshly against the body behind him, the large frame grinding his hips into his backside. Nero keened at the sensation, his arms moving back to grasp the Immaculate’s backside, pushing their two bodies even farther together, their arms intertwined, their bodies rubbing roughly together.

“The brighter the light…”

Lips rubbing gently against his ears, running along his jaw, leaving quivering flesh in its wake with their not quite kisses… Hands running up his sides to play with the high collar of his uniform, grasping the zipper at the base of his head, revealing the paleness of his neck and one shoulder…

“The deeper the darkness…”

Lips that parted to latch onto the joint of his neck and shoulder, biting down fiercely, drawing a deep groan from his dark lover, feeling the body quake as it was flooded with so many sensations, unable to grasp them all.

Weiss let out a possessive growl, biting down even harder until he felt the tight skin tear and the metallic taste of Nero’s blood in his mouth. The startled cry from Nero only spurred him on, made him want him more… the teeth that finally relented, and the soft pink tongue that lapped at the small wound, noticing with a purr of satisfaction at the angry colors that the skinned had turned, and the way that Nero mewled every time his warm muscle traced it.

Weiss continued with his licks, his lips parting to suck and nibble at the quivering flesh of Nero’s neck, feeling those hands that still grasped his ass tighten and relax, kneading the soft flesh like a contented cat.

Weiss liked to work Nero up. To turn him into a panting, quivering mass of flesh that begged him for more. This was the only the beginning of their foreplay that given the chance could go on for hours.

He knew he was a dominant lover. He liked Nero to submit to him, give him everything he wanted. Weiss never asked, he commanded, and Nero was all too eager to comply.

“Do you want me little one?” Weiss whispered in the shell of his captive’s ear, nudging the side of his face softly with his own, loving the way the skin and sable hair felt against his own.

Nero let out a soft moan, his body all but going limp, words of love and devotion hanging on the edge of his lips but his mind unable to voice them.

"That's not an answer..." Weiss whispered, continuing to tease the boy in his arms, switching between gentles petting to sharp nips of his teeth, toying with Nero in a way that they both loved.

"Please..." It was a hush whined as Nero thrashed against the strong arms that held him, just wanting more...

More touches and kisses and pants and whispers. He wanted to be out of his constricting uniform and smothered by Weiss's body. His body was on fire and just begging to be consumed...

"Please what, my brother?" Weiss muttered into Nero's ear, one handing drifting down south to please teasing touches along his hip and thighs, but always stopping shy of Nero's point of need.

"Weeeiiiiisss...." Nero groaned, trying to buck his hips into that allusive touch, trying to gain some relief for the erection that was already pulsing and pounding. Weiss chuckled softly, his hands once again wrapping around Nero's lithe waist, holding him firmly in place.

"Neeeerrrroooo..." He mimicked, loving the way Nero's eyes squeezed shut, his eyelashes fluttering softly, his mouth wide and panting, seemingly unable to get enough air into his lungs. Another strangled keen worked his way from that delightful mouth, and Weiss resisted the urge to give up his ploy and just devour those pretty little lips. But that wasn't the game tonight. The sadist in him wanted to hear Nero beg....

"Weiss, brother... please..." Nero once again tried, his mind too overrun with pleasure and need to function correctly. He tried to move, tried to break free of the tight hold on his body so he could turn around and demand that Weiss take him, but the arms that held him were too strong, too perfect... and Weiss's replying chuckle did nothing to sooth the growing need.

"I... I need..." Nero panted, his plea cutting short as he moaned, his hips trying to grind into the hardness that was pressed so invitingly against his backside. He wanted it, he wanted him so badly...

"Tell me brother... tell me what you want, want you need..." The husky panting voice whispered in his ear, and the strong, perfect body behind him began to move slowly, gyrating against him, providing delightful friction through the layers of their clothing, erotically sliding and grinding against his backside, reminding Nero of all Weiss had to offer if he could only gather the mental capacity to say it...

"You." Nero gasped, arching his back beautifully as Weiss continued to rub against him, his body already on the verge of release from this delightful torture. Normally, Weiss would push the issue, make Nero get into the specifics, but tonight he was too beautiful, and the call from his body was already so strong.

Weiss decided it was enough. Letting out an animalistic growl, he gathered Nero into his arms, lifting the boy as though he weighed nothing, turning him around so they were chest to chest, smirking at the way Nero's legs moved to straddle his waist, a force of habit as his arms moved to wrap around his neck as Weiss's own hands went to grasp the back of Nero's thighs, keeping him off the ground and against his body.

There were no words as the two finally came face to face, eyes piercing blue and crimson red, both burning and shining with the need to satisfy and be satisfied. Their lips clashing together, Nero's soft keen of approval drowned out by Weiss's deep moan, Nero's hands moving to tangle in the luscious mane of white and silver, body pressing readily against the one that held him.

The kiss wasn't smooth and passionate, but all brute force and lust. Teeth clicking against teeth to nip at pliable lips and moist warm tongues, hot air being forced through theirs noses in effort to get enough oxygen but the rapid, deep pace not nearly enough. It was Nero who pulled away first, gasping and moaning in short needy breaths, clinging to the man he called Emperor and the man he called brother.

Weiss grinned at his lusty eyeful, Nero almost as beautiful now as he was fully naked, covered in sweet and tears of desperation as Weiss tortured his body with everything he had. He loved the way he clung to him with such utter abandon, body rocking against his, trying to relieve some of the pressure that had built in his groin.

"What shall it be little one? Shall I torture you until you beg me to stop, or shall I take you fast and hard, tearing into your smooth, pretty little body?" Weiss whispered, his voice a sultry purr which alone made Nero shiver.

"Brother I'll die from this..." Nero groaned, his face moving to nuzzle into Weiss's neck and behind his ear, burying his face in the silky white strands and inhaling that beloved scent.

"Oh?" Weiss whispered, moving towards the bed, longing to put Nero down so he could bring his hands into play, to rip off the offending clothing that prevented him from slamming into the boy right here and now.

Nero made no reply, only moved his face to nudge his forehead against Weiss’s neck, lips kissing and licking softly, making soft whimpering noises which went straight to Weiss’s cock, loving the way Nero played the perfect submissive. He knew that Nero was a strong and beautiful fighter, able to use up to four guns at a time if he employed both his wings and his hands, his body moving in a dark dance of bullets and blades. He wasn’t weak, and that’s what made it all the more pleasurable to see him submit.

Weiss grinned wickedly, pushing Nero down onto the bed, watching the way Nero’s hands went to grip the covers, looking up at Weiss with a mixture of lust and anticipation, his legs spreading slightly to invite Weiss to nestle between them and have his naughty way with him.

“You are pure torture…” Weiss whispered, looking at the blatantly wanton way that Nero was displaying his body. He wanted to consume him, body and soul. Smirking down at his lusty little brother, Weiss went to remove the black sash that served as belt from around his waist. Of course, that was only one of its purposes, with the other being reserved solely for Nero.

He saw the way that Nero’s eyes lit up and his body began to tremble again in anticipation. He loved, Weiss knew he did, loved the way that he could just let go of everything, to let lose whatever tension or darkness that was holed up inside of him. Loved the ironic twist that by being tied down he could finally let go…

If Weiss had been paying attention, he would’ve noticed the coy smile on Nero’s lips, but he was too lost in those wide eyes that were just begging for him to fuck Nero silly to even notice.

Growling, he climbed onto the bed, sliding between Nero’s open legs, making sure to keep the long stretch of black fabric in a position for ready use, but wanting to tease and taunt Nero before he actually got down to business.

Nero let out a satisfied groan as Weiss slid over his body, the fire that had begun to simmer flaring back into life, his body arching up from the bed just for the extra contact. His hands slid smoothly down Weiss’s side, reaching to discard him of his pants.

Weiss smirked, but let Nero undress him, supporting his weight on his arms, closing his eyes to heighten the gentle touches that Nero used to finish unfastening his pants, sliding them down past the v-shape of his hips, over his firm ass and down his thighs. He chuckled at Nero’s frustrated growl as he was forced to stop, unable to push the article of clothing down any further in their current position. Taking pity on him, and eager to be naked himself, Weiss helped to kick off his heavy boots and pants, leaving him gloriously naked above Nero.

Nero purred his approval, his hands running over the strong hips down to ghost over the soft trail of pure white hair that led down to Weiss’s manhood. Weiss’s breath let out in a hiss, his face swooping down to nip Nero’s lips sharply.

“Don’t tease…” He murmured, leaving chaste kisses on those pouty lips, feeling a tinge of regret as he spoiled Nero’s play. But then again, their time together had barely begun, and Nero had yet to get naked. With a knowing look, Nero’s hands slid back up Weiss’s chest to push lightly at the broad shoulders, asking with his eyes for the elder to roll over.

Weiss grinned, feeling the way that Nero’s legs tightened around his waist, arms once again wrapping around his neck as Weiss rolled over in a skilled and swift movement, leaving Nero to once again straddle his thighs. Nero adjusted his position, shifting around so that Weiss’s currently forgotten erection was pressed against his clothed backside. Weiss murmured something about the contact, his hips bucking slightly at the sudden friction up against his cock.

Nero smiled softly down at him, and began his own process of undressing. Unfortunately for him, his outfit was infinitely more complex then Weiss’s, and usually took more then two pairs of hands to get him in and out of it. Such was the price he paid for his power of darkness.

Weiss knowingly reached up, having become quite the expert on getting Nero in and out of his uniform. It was composed of two parts, the outer uniform full of straps and buckles that was used to contain Nero and his power, the sleeves and shirt ending slightly above his armpits, the rest of his collar and neck covered by the underlying part. However it was also singly piece, covering his torso and legs in a seamless restraint .Deftly undoing the straps on his arms and torso, Weiss helped to slid the first half of the outfit down to Nero’s waist, mindful of the painful junctions between his shoulder blades that under normal circumstances where the connecting point of his two wings[*]. Underneath that was an actual uniform, offering more protection and insulation then the outer half. Weiss reached behind to the base of Nero’s head, finishing the unzipping that he had started earlier in order to reveal part of Nero’s neck to him. With that unzipped, it was discarded, pulled off and tossed to the side, leaving Nero’s chest finally bared for Weiss’s eyes.

Weiss made a soft noise of approval, tracing the tribal like markings that graced Nero’s arms and up over the back of his shoulders, reaching around to end right at the very base of his neck above his clavicles. Weiss had no idea how these markings formed, because they certainly weren’t some tattooed attempt to make Nero look darker. They had appeared almost instantaneously on Nero’s body shortly after he had reached puberty and his powers became nearly uncontrollable.

Weiss loved them however. He loved to trace over them with his fingers and tongue, tantalizing the soft flesh with his gentle movements.

It was strange. Nero and Weiss’s lovemaking could be fierce and fast, rough and satisfying with the pain and pleasure mix that they both liked. But very rarely did they ever take it slowly and smoothly. Even know, it was a bit of treat to just be able to gaze and touch Nero gently, soft reminders that Weiss did truly love him, and not just what his body could give him.

Nero shivered under Weiss’s intense studying, the strange look on his face that he couldn’t quite pin as adoration, the way Weiss’s hands lightly ghosted up his arms and over his neck, caressing a check lightly.

“Weiss….?” He asked softly, confused by the sudden turn of events. Weiss was never a gentle lover, and Nero wasn’t sure to make of it. He liked the rough play, this gentleness making him feel self-conscious and almost ashamed of himself.

Weiss was the beautiful one. He was the immaculate one. His body was firm and filled out with muscles, the image of health and power. Nero’s skin always had a slightly unhealthy pallor to it, made all the more apparent by the swirling darkness. He was all lean muscle, skinny and slight in comparison. Almost too skinny, barely looking as though he could hold his own in a battle, though it was slightly deceptive. If only he was more like…

“You are beautiful.” Weiss said, guessing Nero’s thoughts. Nero blushed, hanging his head slightly so his black hair fell into his eyes. Weiss reached up to brush the offending strands away, grasping hold of Nero’s chins and forcing their eyes to meet.

“Don’t ever think you’re not. You’re everything I want and desire.” Weiss said reassuringly, knowing that Nero did have a habit of falling into self-loathing from time to time. Nero managed a small grin, leaning over to place a soft kiss on Weiss’s nose.

“This isn’t the game tonight, my dear brother…” Nero whispered, mustering the courage for what he was about to attempt. Weiss didn’t have time to even consider the sudden mood change, because in the next moment Nero struck.

The freedom of his restraints allowed him a more powerful grasp of his black void, and it swirled up around the two of them, devouring both of them in the absolute darkness it created. He heard Weiss’s startled gasp, but paid no heed to it, working quickly, knowing that even the extra power wouldn’t be able to hold Weiss’s entire being in here. The Immaculate was pure and untainted and didn’t belong in such a place. His darkness would want to be rid of it as much as Weiss would’ve. Using Weiss’s confusion and shock to his advantage, Nero grabbed Weiss’s two arms, pulling them up and together until they were held firmly above his head. And as quickly as the darkness had appeared, Nero pulled them out of it, with the exception of the top of Weiss’s arms.

Sitting back to enjoy his handiwork, Nero made sure to focus his powerful bindings around Weiss’s wrist, keeping them firmly planted where they were, inside the dark void to prevent him from moving them. As an extra precaution, Nero grabbed the black sash that Weiss had so carelessly abandoned in his quest to undress Nero, he wrapped it around Weiss’s lower arms, right below were his wrist’s disappeared in the small, stationary black emptiness. It was a strange way to bind his lover, but he had been longing to show Weiss all the pleasure he had shown him. It took a careful amount of control, and Nero knew he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been practicing this little trick for some time.

“What the hell?!” Weiss finally spoke up, recovering a bit belatedly to the sudden onslaught from his seemingly docile little brother. Nero finished up quickly, binding the black fabric to the bars of the headboard, the secondary measure almost sure to keep Weiss from getting away.

Nero grinned down at Weiss, that coy smile that Weiss had missed earlier now fully apparent to him now.

“Nero…!” Weiss grunted, trying to pull his arms out to of the void from where they were trapped. The place longed to suck things into to, to gather anything and everything, and it prevented a strange sort of suction that Weiss found slightly unnerving. Not to mention, the extra bindings and the submissive position of his arms prevented him from using the full extent of his strength.

“Hush, my beloved brother…” Nero cooed, reaching down and planting soft kisses on Weiss’s face, trying to smooth out that furrowed brow. “It is your turn to experience my part in our delightful dance…” He whispered, his crimson depths flashing mischievously.

Weiss prided himself on being on top of most situations. It took a lot to surprise him, and seeing his Nero grinning at him in such a way, certainly took the cake. Every time that Weiss had laid his hands on Nero, Nero had turned into a proverbial puddle that twisted and formed into whatever Weiss shaped it.

Never, in all his years would he expect Nero, docile little Nero, to turn the tables so unexpectedly on him. It gave him a strange rush of fear, anticipation, and to his further surprise, arousal.

So this is what it felt like to be completely and totally at someone else’s mercy. This is what if felt like to have no other option then to just completely and totally let go.

Weiss wasn’t sure if he liked the feeling or not. He was definitely not used to being out of control.

But his thoughts where interrupted as Nero sat up on his knees, focused on removing his clothing completely, pushing his uniform down past his own hips, hissing as the fabric dragged over his erection, down past his ass until they reached his knees, where he leaned forward on his arms to kick them off, similarly to the way Weiss had done earlier. This revealed Nero’s second set of markings, ones that mirrored the ones on his arm, only this time twining over his hips and legs, all the way down to his ankles to vanish shortly after reaching his feet.

Weiss swallowed hard, realizing that he was beyond painfully aroused at this point. Nero’s body always did that to him, and seeing him in the dominate position sent the strangest of sensation down his spine.

He wasn’t given long to relish the sight, as Nero began his own torture, lips grazing down the strong, proud neck to suckle on his collar bone, for the first time daring to bring his teeth into play as he nibbled softly. He liked the way that Weiss hissed and jumped at the touch, pulling fiercely at his restraints, trying to break free.

Nero smirked against the flesh, moving in a steady path downwards, licking at the skin and tasting the creamy sweat covered flesh, moaning softly at the flavor. Nothing in this world tasted better then Weiss. Nothing.

He paused when he came to a dusky nipple, grinning as he found it erect and tight with arousal. Even if Weiss was to deny enjoying this, his body readily betrayed him for the new and overpowering sensations that Nero was sending through his body. Especially since this wasn’t the only part of his body that was hard and begging for Nero to touch it. But Nero would get to that problem soon enough.

Wrapping a skilled tongue around the pert flesh, he licked and nipped at the tiny bud, relishing the groan that Weiss let lose from his mouth, his body still too tense at the unfamiliar and dangerous territory he was in. Hopefully, Nero would be able to get him to relax soon enough.

Switching to the other side, Nero placed long nips over the sister point, this time actually take the flesh into his mouth, sucking on it in the way that he liked it to be done to him. Again, Weiss’s body jumped and muscles bunched, and he could here the stream of curses and swear words that were being muttered under his breath.

Sighing, Nero pulled back up, resting his head next to Weiss’s, playing with the strands of hair that fell into his face.

“Tell you don’t like this brother, and I will stop.” Nero muttered, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself unless Weiss would allow himself too. He was too much of the leader, too much of the dominant type to take this lightly. He didn’t want to enjoy this, and Nero would never force him to continue unless he wanted to.

“Gods Nero…” Weiss managed to whisper, unsure of how to respond. He knew it must’ve taken more courage then he thought Nero possessed for him to bind him like this. And as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he liked this darker side. It brought a whole new stream of ideas of all the fun and games they could play in their bed. Nero moved, rolling himself back onto Weiss’s chest, balancing delicately on the much broader chest, staring down into crystal blue eyes of his one and only love.

“May I?” He whispered, asking permission for all the things he wanted so desperately to do to this body. Squeezing his eyes shut, Weiss managed to suck up his pride to answer with a curt nod, knowing that he might as well be signing his own fate in the process.

Nero didn’t give him a chance to reconsider. He was now twice as determined to show Weiss just how pleasurable it could all be, this senseless abandon to his hands and mouth…

Maneuvering nimbly down the body, Nero wasted no time in coming face to face with Weiss’s pulsing erection, straddling his thigh with his legs, placing teasing touches all along the base of the swollen length, dragging black nails through the curly hair, leaning forward to place small delicate licks on the swollen length. Weiss let out a deep groan, his hips bucking sharply as he yearned for more definite touches. Nero let out a warning growl, raking his fingers harshly against the skin, reminding Weiss that it was his turn to learn how to behave.

Weiss let out a soft cry, his head thrashing to the side as he panted deeply, groaning in his frustration as Nero continued to lick and tease, not making any attempt to satisfy, only to arousal. The warm most length was brought repeatedly over the heated flesh, short, quick little licks that had Weiss’s body almost begging for more.

Weiss bit his lip sharply, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He would not beg, he would not beg…

Nero moved onto kisses, adding a little bit of suction into his play, not even noticing the way that Weiss was trying vainly to suppress his needy noises. He was too immersed in his play, in the deep musky scent of Weiss’s arousal, focused entirely on the job at hand.

He parted his lips a bit farther, letting his teeth scrape as gently as he could manage against the hypersensitive flesh, adding the first touches of pain to pleasure, and it sent Weiss careening towards the edge. He had no idea, he had no idea it felt this good to be so completely out of control, to have Nero do whatever he wanted to his body.

And then he did even more. Starting at the base of the solid length, Nero began to firmly suck, not taking it into his mouth, no, not exactly, but just using the suction his lips could provide to heighten Weiss’s arousal to unbelievable heights. He never knew he could be pushed to such limits, to resort to pleading to get his desire fulfilled. Always before he knew his limits, and he got his pleasure from giving, and not taking. But this was so sinfully delicious…

“AH! Nero…!” Weiss gasped, having to finally release that painful lip biting to gasp and moan deeply as Nero made it to the top of his cock, sucking the head into his mouth to lap at the crown of it with his skillful tongue. He knew that Nero was good with his mouth, but he never knew he was this good. He would definitely allow his little lover to go down on him more often, if it would feel even remotely this pleasant.

And even now it wasn’t all Nero had to give. He began to pull more of the thick manhood into his mouth, using his tongue and lips to suck and please as much as he could, one hand squeezing his thigh, the other ghosting around whatever part wasn’t in his mouth. Slowly, so very, painstakingly slowly Nero engulfed the rest of his length, reflexively swallowing when it reached the back of his mouth.

“Ner-AH!” Weiss cried, and Nero’s hands barely had time to snap to those powerful hips to keep them down as Weiss bucked wildly. He was so close…

Nero growled softly, finally turning to the pace he knew it would take to get Weiss off. No longer teasing, finally deciding to finish up his work, Nero started a mind numbing pace of licks and suction, moving up and down the length expertly, his deft mouth knowing all the rights spots to suck and even nibble at, listening to Weiss’s cries of abandon, loving the sharp pleasure filled tone the voice had taken on.

He could feel it, feel it in the muscles that tightened underneath his hands, taste it in precum that was dripping from the head of the length, seeping only long enough for Nero to drag his tongue through it. He could hear it in the huskiness of Weiss’s moans, the deep rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to find completion.

And with one final cry of delight he came, coating Nero’s tongue with his release, his bucking so furiously with his release that Nero was forced to pull up, still keeping the very tip of Weiss’s cock in his mouth in order to suck every drop of his release from him.

When Nero was satisfied that he had taken all that Weiss had to offer, he gave the softening length one last lick before sliding back up that trembling body, bent on capture those lips that he noticed for the first time where stained crimson with Weiss’s blood.

He privately relished at the knowledge, but offered no comment, instead bringing their lips together in a heated kiss, mixing the taste of Weiss’s sweat, blood, and release in their two mouths. Weiss groaned, pushing back with equal vigor, their kisses hot and passionate as they always were, Nero’s tongue working his way into Weiss’s mouth, their tongues sliding against each other in a practiced dance, soft moans coming from both of the lovers as their tastes mingled.

Yet again, it was Nero who broke the kiss, causing Weiss to let out a frustrated groan, the arousal that had so recently been satiated already beginning to reawaken. Nero hushed him softly, brushing two fingers against the kiss bruised lips, groaning softly as Weiss eagerly took them into his mouth, barely thinking about what he was doing as he licked and sucked the digits.

Nero groaned again, panting heavily against Weiss’s neck, his one arm shaking at the effort it was taking to keep his body from collapsing against Weiss. It was almost too much. Despite his earlier hesitations, Weiss had given himself completely and totally over to their play, moaning as he coated those nimble fingers with his saliva, not even caring if Nero took him. His only thought right now was that he wanted more, and more, and more…

It took more will then Nero thought he had to pull his fingers out of Weiss’s mouth, his body quivering and trembling with his own need. His arousal was painful, pressed against Weiss’s own stomach, precum leaking from the tip and smearing against the hard abs. If he didn’t find release soon, Nero swore he would die.

But his plan was not to take Weiss. No, he would never dare to take what was not his. Nero knew that he was a slave to Weiss’s will, and would never attempt to dominate him in such a way. Even now, when he was tied to the bed, his body flushed, his arms still pulling vainly at his restraints, it was all, and had always been, just for him.

Moving his fingers down, he prodded his own puckered entrance, willing himself to relax. It took only a few seconds for Weiss to catch what was going on, and if he wasn’t completely hard before he sure as hell was now.

Nero bit his lip, continuing to tease himself, gently applying pressure to his entrance with saliva slicked fingers, groaning softly as he saw the intense way that Weiss was watching him.

“Oh Nero… oh love… don’t stop…” Weiss begged, the sight before him too erotic for him not to. Nero groaned in response, dropping his forehead to rest on Weiss’s chest, slipping a finger inside of himself, prepping his body for Weiss to take. He began to move his digit in and out, slowly stretching the tight hole, hearing the way that Weiss took such obvious delight in the actions.

Weiss never pinned himself as one into voyeurism, but then again, he’s never had a beautiful body balanced precariously above him, pleasuring and preparing himself just for Weiss. And he thought Nero was teasing before.

Soon, Nero added another finger, scissoring the digits to stretch himself out as best he could. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, and even if it hurt it would be worth it to finally have Weiss buried deep inside his body. He groaned, pushing his digits in further, stretching, but carefully avoiding his prostate, saving that pleasure solely for Weiss. Weiss watched with rapt attention, unable to turn his eyes away for even a moment. He could feel his eyes glaze over, overcome with lust and love and admiration for his brother, wanting to be the one with his fingers buried inside that tight body, but just watching was enough, if not more arousing then performing the act himself.

"Nero..." Weiss whispered, watching the way Nero eyes locked onto his, his lips parting lightly as he let out little puffs of breath. Weiss swallowed hard, craning his head and neck, trying to capture those swollen lips and worship them. Nero let out a soft moan, agreeing with Weiss's idea, letting their lips move together in a sloppy kiss, broken by Nero’s cracked moans and Weiss’s groans of frustration as he bucked beneath the man on his chest. Nero hissed, the bucking nudging his fingers inadvertently closer to his prostate.

“Oh love, please, do it, let me see…” Weiss growled, realizing that Nero had intentionally avoiding his sweet spot. Nero let out a soft keen, shaking his head no, his breathing becoming even more ragged as he increased the pace of his prodding, knowing that he just wouldn’t last if he did.

“Nero, please, oh Gods, I want to see…” Weiss begged, pulling at his restraints so hard he could feel a few threads in the sash stretch and snap, the fabric perilously close to tearing. Nero let out a soft whine, his resolve failing as he heard Weiss beg for him to do it. Taking in a deep shuddering breath, he plunged his fingers into his depths, gasping as he fingers slide along his prostate, causing his body to go rigid and his breath being let out in a sharp cry.

“That’s it, Nero, of Gods you’re so beautiful…” Weiss could only mutter, swallowing hard as he watched Nero touch himself again and again and again, his erection jutting into Weiss’s stomach as Nero rocked against him, creating friction for his weeping length.

Nero let out a choked cry, his body now desperate for release, his upper body falling to rest on Weiss’s chest, balancing his weight on his forehead as he moved to free up his other hand, knees spread as he continued to impale himself. It left his backside arched slightly in the air, providing enough room for Nero’s hand to slide between the two bodies. It was Weiss’s turn to let out a strangled whimper as he saw Nero anxiously reach for his own manhood, squeezing the base firmly before he began to pump in time with his fingering, using his own precum as a makeshift lubricant.

Nero’s eyes were squeezed shut, unable to open them as he assaulted himself from both ends, his breath a haggard cry with every movement, his body beginning to rock in counter movement, unsure of which direction to go. Towards into the hand that was rubbing his cock, or backwards to help impale his fingers even further to give him better access to his prostate.

He wasn’t going to last long, there was no way he could, his nose filled with the strong scent of Weiss, still pinned and restrained beneath him, feeling the rise and all of his chest, synchronized with the time of his thrusts, deep groans coming unbidden from his lips as he got off on the display in front and on top of him.

“That’s it love…” Weiss murmured, wishing he his hands were free just so he could run his hands through those unruly black locks, wanting the almost pained look on Nero’s face as he struggled to find completion, the sounds coming from his throat a burning sound of passion.

“WEISS!” One stroke too many, one thrust too much, and with the cry of his release he came, his completion leaking over his fingers to dribble on the body beneath him. Weiss inhaled a sharp breath of air, the look on Nero’s face as he reached his fulfillment so heart wrenching that it almost caused Weiss to find his release.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t, and Weiss was still trapped beneath Nero, unable to ease the painfully tension in his groin. Resisting the urge to chuckle at his current predicament, he waited patiently as Nero regained his breath, his body trembling violently as he completely collapsed on Weiss’s chest, his head nestled right under his chin. Weiss cursed the restraints once again, wanting to wrap his arms around his beloved brother and hold him tight. Nero let out a sleepy sounding groan, barely shifting as Weiss struggled again against his bindings, amazed that as spent as his little brother seemed, he still managed to keep the darkness twined around his wrists.

“Don’t you dare leave me like this.” Weiss muttered, pulling a quiet laugh from Nero as he struggled to pull himself up once again.

“Wouldn’t dream of it…” He murmured, kissing Weiss lightly along his chin and down his neck. Weiss swore, tugging sharply again, scowling at the fastenings that just would not relent.

“Then release me damn it…” Weiss growled, causing what could only be described as a giggle to work its way from Nero’s throat, as the darker man pulled himself up to straddle Weiss once again.

“Not yet, my beloved brother…” Nero said, smiling softly as he moved to position himself above Weiss’s cock.

“What….?” Weiss questioned softly, before his eyes went wide as he realized what Nero was doing. He could only lick his lips in response, watching as Nero slowly began to lower himself, willingly impaling himself on his manhood.

Nero’s eyebrows bunched slightly as Weiss’s hot member brushed against his entrance, trying to lower himself as gently as his spent muscles and Weiss’s willingness would allow.

“Oh… Oh… Nero…” Weiss panted, his voice sounding slightly strained, trying for Nero’s sake not to buck into that tight warmth that was engulfing him. Nero managed a fluttering smile before he let himself drop, filling himself almost instantly with Weiss’s thick cock, his face constricting in pain at being so suddenly filled, though it was worth it to watch as Weiss’s eyes went completely wide, his mouth opened and a guttural moan rasping it’s way from his vocal cords.

Nero fell forward once again, the palms of his hands bracing on each of Weiss’s shoulders, willing himself to relax and accept the hot intrusion. He hadn’t stretched himself as well as he should have, seeing as his plans were slightly sidetracked, however pleasurable it might have been. If he didn’t take this slowly, chances are he’d tear something.

Carefully, slowly, he lifted his hips, his body gradually becoming accustomed, and the feeling of Weiss’s manhood sliding inside of his body was a great motivation to speed things up. When he had almost pulled himself away completely, he dropped himself back down, hissing at the burn and the first tingling of pleasure.

He started a slow pace, far to slow for Weiss, who was quickly growing impatient with his willful lover. Growling he bucked his hips up, smirking at the hiccupped breath Nero let out at the new leverage.

“Faster little one…” Weiss almost snarled, his body aching yet again for release. Nero merely smirked down at him, and continued to ride him slowly, biting his lip and throwing his head back as he focused on the glorious feeling of being so completely and utterly filled.

Weiss smirked; feeling the hold the darkness had on him lessening as Nero’s concentration finally began to waver, gathering his own strength to turn the tables on his coy little lover.

Nero didn’t even notice, too lost in his own pleasure, riding Weiss at his own leisurely pace, letting his cock fill him, and then slowly ease out, only to fill him again. His breathing finally steadying, the pleasure building as he allowed gentle touches against his prostate, his arousal reawakening despite the mind blowing orgasm a few moments earlier.

That is until he felt the sudden sensation of being torn, the darkness that held Weiss until now visibly shattering like glass, disappearing into soft wisps as the fabric gave way almost instantly afterwards. He realized his mistake belatedly as strong firms grabbed his hips, holding him still as Weiss sat up, grinning maliciously into Nero’s face as his thumbs rubbed his hips gently.

“You’ve been very naughty, my little Nero…” Weiss cooed, watching the way Nero’s eyes widened, his body tensing at the sudden turn around, beginning to tremble once again.

“Are you afraid, brother?” Weiss whispered, still smiling quite evilly in Nero’s opinion. Nero’s lips parted, his breathing suddenly hitched as he realized that he was going to be in for a very long and sound fucking indeed.

“Should I be?” He managed to whisper. They both knew it wasn’t fear, but renewed anticipation that was causing him to tremble so. It didn’t keep Weiss from laughing with obvious delight.

“Yes.” He hissed, grabbing those pale lithe hips almost painfully, before using his superior strength to roll the two of them over, Nero’s body now snuggled safely and defenselessly beneath his own.

“Now it’s my turn love, to play!” Weiss growled, the word play snarled out as he pounded in Nero’s body, causing the smaller boy to arch, a high pitched wail escaping his throat and his reached to wrap around Weiss’s back, his fingernails digging into the sweat soaked flesh, clinging to him as Weiss began his reckless assault on the body.

Nero was thankful for the few moments he was given to carefully ready his body, because Weiss, beloved Weiss was showing no mercy in his brutal poundings into his body. There it was again, that blissful mix of pain and pleasure as Weiss’s took him savagely, hitting his prostate for pleasure, the pace far to fast for pain.

Weiss was furiously slamming into him at a terribly rapid pace, growling and groaning as Nero’s dug into his skin, holding on for all he had, his voice going from soft moans to keening sobs. This was his Weiss. This is what he yearned for. The absolute abandon as Weiss delved into him, their bodies sliding together, mixing sweat and heat and the evidence of Nero’s earlier release, helping to ease the tight friction between the two bodies.

Nero felt himself being devoured, unable to think anything close to coherency, just holding on and bucking his smaller hips, moaning for more with each breath, feeling himself shake and shatter and quake and all those glorious feelings he got when Weiss took him so ruthlessly.

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of their lovemaking, feeling Weiss’s strong manhood slide in and out of his now thoroughly abused hole, feeling a trickling warmth that could only be his blood, but not caring at all as the new sting as added to the pleasure.

“Faster, Weiss, please!!!” Nero wailed, not knowing if such a thing was possible, but knowing that if it was, Weiss would give it to him.

Weiss groaned, his head dropping as his hips snapped in and out of that delightful warmth, feeling his second release beginning to cloud his thoughts, though hanging on with a stubbornness and control he didn’t know he possessed. Nero first, he would always withhold his gratification and fulfillment for Nero to come first, priding himself that he could always push Nero to release first.

Nero knew this, and he loved it, not even having to touch his cock for it to come, the friction of their bodies and the numbing pleasure that Weiss was giving him more than enough. And it became too much as his eyes fluttered open and he saw Weiss, his perfect, immaculate Weiss moving above him, and in him, and through him, his powerful body shining with his pureness and the light sheen of sweat, his own eyes closed, his mouth open slightly as he panted for breath, his glorious mane of hair falling into his eyes and over his shoulders, his body a perfect representation of lust and passion intertwined in one.

With a final cry Nero came, once again adding his fluid to the mix between their bodies, his muscles tensing as his vision went white, his nails clawing into Weiss’s back hard enough draw blood, but not even caring in his senseless abandon as he cried his lovers name.

Hearing that, feeling that, and the sudden desire to see that had Weiss’s eyes snapping open at the flawless way Nero gave himself wholly to him had Weiss groaning his own release, filling that tight cavern with his seed, marking it as his, and his only.

With a final thrust Weiss’s arms gave out, falling on top of Nero, the heavy weight forcing the air out of Nero’s chest with a soft “oof!”. Weiss chuckled, pulling himself out of the sorely used body, flinching as he saw the blood on the creamy thighs and his own limp member. Nero didn’t seem to mind, and seemed more content to push at Weiss’s shoulders weakly. Weiss laughed again, moving to lay to the side, closing his eyes as Nero curled up against his side, his one hand moving to play with the black locks as Nero nestled even closer.

“This was surely unexpected…” Weiss whispered, never feeling so completely satiated and spent before in his life. Nero made no acknowledgement, his body just shifting as he pressed himself harder into the body laying next to him, too exhausted for words.

Weiss smiled, reaching over and dragging the lithe form on top of him, holding him firmly against the wide expanse of his chest, hearing Nero give out a contented sigh as he finally relaxed.

Weiss lifted his hands to once again to stroke the soft locks of hand, and noticed with a chuckle the remains of his black belt still wrapped around a wrist, the skin rubbed raw and slightly torn in place. He carefully unraveled the shreds of the torn and soiled fabric, tossing it off to side before wrapping his arms around his brother once again. Nero watched these small movements, flushing with embarrassment as he watched the black fabric flutter to the floor.

“You, you aren’t mad at me then…?” He asked softly, afraid that Weiss would be infuriated at having the control taken from him, even for that short while. Weiss’s responding laugh filled their small sanctuary, holding the little body tighter against him.

“Oh no little one…” He said, rolling his shoulders lightly and willing himself to relax. “I think we just might have to do this more often.”

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[*] I have yet to get a glance at Nero’s back, and I’m not quite sure if the wings can even be removed. But for the sake of fandom and less awkward sex, they can be. ;)

Endnote: And there you have it. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you REVIEW [hint hint nudge nudge].

Opening lyrics “Music of the Night” from Phantom of the Opera. Such a fitting little piece for Nero, neh?

See you soon with the next chapter of Silhouette. If you see any errors, please email them to me a lemonlimecrush@gmail.com