Trinity Dreamer

A/N: Umm…. Yeah. This is a definite PWP. It’s just… dirty smexing between Weiss, Vincent, and Nero in no particular order. It’s coming in two, possibly three parts simply because I figured 18 pages is more then enough for a chapter. That, and I figured if I posted it I’d get the motivation to finish it. Anywho… just a short switch from Silhouette...

^_^ Enjoy.

Thanks to betas [b]Aquila[/b] and [b]Shadow Girl[/b] for the corrections.


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WARNING!

The following fanfiction contains End Game Spoilers for Dirge of Cerberus. Read at your own risk!

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Crystal blue eyes with golden accents stared back at him, full of confidence and pride. There was not an ounce of fear in those icy depths, instead, a sort of knowingness as though he could foresee exactly how this was going to end. His lips curled back in a smirk as Omega descended, never fighting as the ancient WEAPON used his body as a means for its power. He was joyous in the upcoming battle, knowing that in the end, one of them must die…

Vincent woke with a start, sitting up as his hand instantly reached for Cerberus. It took him a few moments to regain himself, for his breathing to calm and his hand to relax on the handle of his gun. Lying back down, Vincent closed his eyes, trying to ease his thoughts in order to gain some rest.

These dreams had been haunting him, ever since the defeat of Omega those few weeks before. Weiss, staring back at him, proud and beautiful…

Vincent growled, his eyes flickering open once again. There was something … something wrong with the way he had acted. When Vincent fought Weiss without the power of Chaos, he had been soundly defeated, unable to even hurt the Immaculate Emperor despite having made his entire way through Deepground. Even with Chaos, Weiss had managed to survive the onslaught and merge with Omega, freeing himself of Hojo’s control in the process.

Why then? Why had it seemed so simple? Chaos was supposed to be Omega’s servant, and yet somehow, he had been able to defeat the supposedly all-powerful WEAPON. Something had to have gone wrong…

“You seemed trouble…”

Vincent shot up in bed again, his eyes searching the dark room for whoever had spoken. Deep, rich laughter filled the room, as well as the footsteps of someone coming closer. Vincent pulled himself out of bed, hand grasping Cerberus, finger lying lightly on the trigger. More laughter.

“Do you wish to fight me again? I assure you, the outcome this time will be quite different…”

Vincent’s eyes narrowed, stepping away from his bed to gaze into the shadows that filled the room.

“Behind you.”

Vincent whirled, instantly raising his gun into firing position, but forced to stop with the feel of cold steel against his throat.

“You’ve grown careless Valentine, allowing your enemies to get so close. Especially now, since you really are no match for me, without the power of Chaos at your back…”

Vincent’s eye grew wide, almost dropping his gun in surprise at the man that stood before him.

“You’re… you’re dead…” He managed to hiss, knowing it to be true. He had killed him. He had seen him die.

“I’ve died many times Vincent, only to be reborn more powerful then before…” he replied, the voice sounding almost ironic. Vincent’s surprise was now replaced with fury, his eyes glaring at his unwanted visitor.

“Weiss.” Was the cold response, the word spat out like a curse. Weiss laughed again, running the edge of his sword against the soft skin of Vincent’s throat.

“For a moment there I thought you had forgotten who I was…” Weiss responded; his voice layered with laughter. Vincent scowled, his finger twitching on the trigger of his gun.

“Ah ah…” Weiss chastised, pressing the blade of his sword harder against the pale throat, warning Vincent if he continued with his plan. “You will be dead before you can even fire a shot.”

Vincent resisted the urge to swear, forcing his body to relax. Weiss was a trained killer, and would probably behead him out of reflex instead of intent. He knew if he made any threatening moves, his hard fought for survival would be taken away from him.

“I assure you, I’m not here to fight …” Weiss murmured, pulling his sword away from Vincent’s neck in a gesture of good will. Vincent didn’t see it as such and instantly tried to raise his gun again, only to find the sword edge back at his throat, this time pressing hard enough to break skin.

“Unless you are looking for one.” Weiss warned again, drawing a thin line of crimson against Vincent’s jugular. Vincent’s eyes narrowed even further, the glowing red barely making it past his dark lashes. He was trapped, and for the moment, had no option but to submit.

Tossing his gun to the side, he glared defiantly back at Weiss, the question that was burning on his lips finally breaking through.

“How?”

Weiss hesitated, pulling the sword away from Vincent’s throat, holding true to his word that he wasn’t here to fight. Vincent saw the flicker of many emotions across the strong face, before it settled on amusement, smiling ironically up at Vincent.

“It wasn’t easy this time. My body had been torn and shattered thanks to Omega’s defeat and my fall back to Midgar. However, my Lifeforce is different then those of normal humans, and does not readily abandon this body to return to the Lifestream. It was a slow and painful process, which is why it’s taken so long for me to seek my repayment…” Weiss replied, noticing the way his words caused Vincent’s body to stiffen.

“Repayment?” Vincent asked, reaching up to place a hand against the shallow wound on his throat. Weiss threw his head back, his laughter reverberating throughout the small room.

“I do not seek your life Valentine. If I had desired to kill you, I would’ve done it as Omega…” Weiss purred, his voice dropping to a soft whispered. Done it as Omega? Vincent frowned, knowing that the piece to his puzzle was lying right before him. Why it had been so easy to defeat Omega, why he had survived when he should’ve died. It was like…

“You let me win.” Vincent finally said; his eyes full of uncertainty as he stared back at Weiss. Weiss grinned, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“Finally caught on, have you? Using Omega was never my intention, yet once he had begun to rise, there was nothing I could do to stop him. Instead, I intended to make it possible for you to win. You see, in order for Omega to manifest in its truest form, it has to be born through a pure host,” Weiss began to explain, eyes shifting to look over Vincent’s shoulder.

“You have my brother Nero to thank for that one. In his effort to free me from Hojo’s control, he made it impossible for Omega to be born with its full power. His corruption in Omega’s creation gave you the weakness you needed for you to defeat him…” Weiss said. Vincent turned around, this time managing to control his surprise to find that someone else had managed to sneak into his room without him knowing. Eyes as red as his own, hair as long and dark, Nero stood there silently, face and body freed from his usual Soldier uniform, mechanical wings missing from his back.

“Clever little Nero… he pulled himself into his own darkness, swallowing his true form in order to become his shadows. It was the only way we could become one to stop Hojo’s plan… Hojo had tricked him into convincing me to summon Omega, none of us truly grasping the full extent of the WEAPONs power.” Weiss explained, motioning with a hand for Nero to come closer, which he readily did.

“However, we were forced to separate shortly after our… defeat. I could not be healed with his darkness inside of me. The pureness of my body wasn’t adapting to his presence, and in the end, it would’ve killed me…” Weiss explained, an edge of sadness to his voice. Nero still remained silent, brushing past Vincent to curl up next to his elder brother’s side.

“So, once again I was forced to leave Nero, or rather him me, but at least we’re still alive…” Weiss said, turning his gaze from Vincent to stare down at Nero, running a hand lovingly down his face. Vincent refused to comment, realizing there must be something much deeper then a brotherly love between the two of them. “His rebirth cost him the power of his darkness, but we hope one day to regain it…” Weiss carried on, surprising Vincent with the knowledge that he hadn’t noticed the absence of the swirling darkness before hand.

“But as for my part… heh, I was always a defiant one.” Weiss said, turning to Vincent once again. “If Hojo wanted Omega to destroy this Planet, then it’s just in my nature to try and stop him…” Weiss began again, his one hand still petting Nero lightly.

“You and Hojo have a history together?” Vincent ventured to ask, still trying to take the whole situation in. The two men who once wanted him dead were now standing in his room, answering all the questions that had plagued Vincent’s mind since the defeat of Deepground. Weiss let out a bitter laugh, his eyes growing cold at the thought of Hojo.

“Need you ask? After your father died, he is the one that took over the research department of Deepground. We are just another one of his legacies” Weiss answered. Vincent felt his blood run cold at the mention of his father. He had never found out exactly what his father did in ShinRa, or how he had died.

“Didn’t you know? Grimoire Valentine, with assistance from Doctor Lucrecia Crescent, found the first traces of the stagnant Lifestream. His work with the G-Substance laid the foundations for not only Deepground, but for the Jenova project as well…” Weiss explained, his voice still cold. Vincent shivered as a sick feeling grew in his stomach. His father…

“But I am not one to blame you for the sins of your father. Despite the part he played, my creation, alongside Nero’s, was Hojo’s doing…” Weiss said, though it did little to appease Vincent. His father…

A sudden movement brought Vincent out of his reverie, and he jerked backwards as he found Weiss mere inches from his face.

“Does it bother you, knowing? Knowing why I hated this world so much? You know, up until my rebirth with Omega, I had never seen the sky, or the sun, or the moon? My entire life, from the very first breath I took was in Deepground. I was born there, a project, a specimen in their science.” Weiss whispered, the cold smile still on his face.

“They kept me chained to my throne, called me Emperor while they made me their slave. I hope the irony does not escape you…” Weiss said, his voice dropping lower with each word. No, it didn’t escape him.

“And Nero? They feared his power so greatly they ripped away his very ability to move, strapping mechanical wings on his back and mask on his face. They kept him fastened to a pillar and ignored his desperate cries for his big brother…” Vincent noticed the shiver that ripped through Nero, and the way he silently clung to his brother even harder.

“Can you say that we didn’t have cause for our actions? This world turned an oblivious eye to all those who vanished into the bowels of Midgar. Do you think those in Deepground had a choice? You know from Shelke that she was thrown down there because she had ‘potential’… As for us? We never had a chance at a normal life…”

Could he blame them? No… Vincent thought, his own answering surprising him. Was what they did right? Of course not, but he couldn’t blame them for feeling that way, or acting that way.

“What do you plan to do now?” Vincent asked, still unsure of what repayment they were still seeking. Weiss laughed, close enough that Vincent could feel his warm breath washing over his face.

“Hmm… I didn’t come here just to chat with you Valentine…” Weiss purred, a predatory look in his eye. Vincent’s body stiffened, and he subconsciously stepped back from the man. He was more nervous then afraid, not liking the way Weiss was looking at him.

“Leave.” Vincent muttered, finding it hard to meet the man’s eyes. It only made Weiss chuckle, reaching out with his free hand to capture Vincent’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Why? You owe me for your survival, whether you like it or not. If we had let Hojo have his way, you and this entire Planet would be nothing but lifeless dust drifting through space.” Weiss said, his hold on Vincent’s chin tightening.

“What do you plan to do with me?” Vincent spat, jerking his head, trying to break the grip but to little avail. In fact, it only caused Weiss’s grip on Vincent’s jaw to reach an almost bone breaking point.

“Whatever I want…” Weiss murmured, leaning forward to capture Vincent’s lips in a bruising kiss. Vincent’s eyes went impossibly wide, his mouth going slack with shock. It took mere seconds for him to realize what a very bad idea this was, because Weiss used the little slipup to plunge his tongue into Vincent’s mouth, thoroughly ravaging the moist cavern. As soon as Vincent regained his bearings he fought back, mouth closing in a sharp snap, capturing Weiss’s questing muscle in a painful bite. Weiss let out a grunt of pain, which was Vincent’s second wrong move. Nero was on him in a flash, moving behind Vincent to force his own gun under Vincent’s chin, his red eyes narrowed in anger. As if that wasn’t enough, Weiss’s sword seemed to snap into his hand, the sharp blade positioned to gut him.

“Do not hurt my brother…” Nero hissed, speaking for the first time since his arrival. Vincent was trapped between the two siblings, and with a gun at his throat and a sword at his stomach, he wasn’t given much choice. Releasing Weiss’s tongue, he could only scowl as Weiss chuckled, his tongue dragging along the length of one thumb, covering the digit with saliva and blood.

“It’s pointless, and quite possibly life threatening to fight us…” Weiss said, smearing his thumb across Vincent’s check. Vincent glared back, but kept his mouth shut, not wanting to say something that would anger the brothers further.

“So why fight us…?” Nero whispered, his body moving to mold up against Vincent’s back. It had become painfully apparent to Vincent what they intended to do, and Vincent was clueless to what course of action he should take. Fight, and forfeit his life. Surrender, and let them… Vincent shivered, not liking either option.

“Why?” Vincent croaked out, surprised out how dry his mouth had become.

“Because you are beautiful and you are strong. Because we want to play with you…” Weiss replied, removing his sword so he could press against Vincent as well, sandwiching the man between their bodies.

“We?” Vincent stuttered, the heat of their two bodies causing him to sweat. Every nerve in his body urged him to fight, but he just couldn’t risk it. At least that’s what he told himself. Weiss laughed again, the sound rippling through his chest and into Vincent’s, sending strange vibrations through his body.

“I’ll admit, it was my idea…” Weiss purred, his head dropping so his lips brushed across Vincent’s ear, his tongue darting out for a quick taste.

“But I was more then willing to assist…” Nero answered in the opposite ear, his face leaning forward to nuzzle the back of Vincent’s neck. Vincent closed his eyes, clenching his jaw, trying to control his body and his emotions. There were so many things running through his head, fight, flight, just give in…

“You mean to rape me then?” Vincent choked out between clenched teeth, his gauntleted hand curling into a fist, the metallic fingers clicking together. It caused Nero to pause, but Weiss didn’t even hesitate, his hands moving to grasp onto Vincent’s hips, thumbs playing over the black clothing.

“Only if you refuse to consent…” Weiss said, not bothering to hide the mirth in his voice. Vincent scowled, trying to jerk out of his grasp, but only forcing his back against Nero’s chest. He truly was trapped.

“Stop this.” He growled, his control breaking as he came to the decision that he’d rather fight and die then let them violate his body. Weiss sighed, his eyes locking with Vincent’s defiant ones.

“You’d rather us fight?” Weiss said, his voice losing his amusement and dropping into a deadly serious tone. Vincent lifted his chin defiantly, still struggling to free himself from Weiss’ hold.

“Why?” Weiss questioned, keeping his eyes trained on Vincent. Vincent glared back, never breaking the steady gaze.

“I am not your toy to play with…” He hissed, wishing that Chaos was still apart of him and he would have the power to rip Weiss to shreds. Vincent knew Galian wouldn’t be strong enough, nor any of the others that still lurked in his body. Chaos would be needed to destroy Omega’s host.

“Oh, but you are Vincent. And you can play with us as well, if only you’d let yourself…” Weiss replied back, though his voice held none of his usual jesting tones. Vincent found himself blinking rather dumbly at the former Emperor, before his face twisted into a sneer.

“I’d doubt it…” He snapped, his pride refusing to accept their invitation. There was Weiss’s chuckle again, but his eyes still refused to leave Vincent.

“And why wouldn’t we? Pleasure is best when it’s shared…” Weiss replied, his voice dropping back into his sultry purr. Vincent found himself hesitating, actually considering their proposal before he shook his head violently to clear his mind of such thoughts.

“Why should I??” He continued to question, vainly trying to fight against their intentions. It was becoming harder as Nero tried to use his own hands to coax Vincent into their fun, abandoning his gun so both his hands could run over the black cloth of his shirt. At least his usual mantel wasn’t in the way.

“Why not?” Nero whispered from behind him, letting his hands play over the buttons of Vincent’s shirt, itching to tear the fabric off of him but waiting for permission from Weiss.

“We’re not your enemies, not anymore. We’re not asking for forgiveness for what we did or for what was done to us. All we want is for you to have some fun with us…” Nero continued, his hands massaging the firm muscles on Vincent’s chest.

“Because you know what it’s like to be the monsters of a madman. Because your noble heart was troubled with our blood on your hands, and it’ll give you peace of mind to know that we show you no ill will…” Vincent felt his resolve breaking, not so much because of what they were saying, but what they were doing. They weren’t his enemies anymore, and on top of this, they also desired him… they wanted him.

“That’s it…” Weiss cooed, feeling the slight relaxing of Vincent’s muscles. “You’re like us, born into a world of darkness you never wanted to take part of… Let us share and revel in it together…”

Vincent relaxed, letting his head drop against Weiss’s shoulder, silently giving permission for them to do as they wished. It made him feel relieved, this chance to just let go and willingly hand himself over into their hands. It would free him of the guilt of their death…

Weiss smirked at Nero over Vincent’s submitting form, and together they quickly began to undress the man, wanting to consume their hard fought for prize. Vincent offered no resistance, his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the feeling of their hands pulling and tugging at the fabric that covered him, the heat of their bodies chasing away whatever chill being naked might’ve left. Even when they slid the metal gauntlet from his arm he did nothing, only shifting slightly on his feet to show his mild self-consciousness. It had become almost a security thing, to have that left arm sealed off from the rest of the world, yet here they were stripping him bare. Vincent felt himself almost frozen beneath their touches.

It wasn’t until Weiss started planting kisses along the top of his forehead, tilting his head back to give him better access that Vincent responded, pressing his increasingly more nude form against the already bare chest of Weiss. Weiss chuckled, his lips brushing over Vincent’s, one hand cupping the side of his face gently, the other resting lightly on his hip.

“Not so bad, now is it?” he murmured against the closed lips, delighting in the way they opened slightly with a soft sigh. Was it so bad? No… not bad at all. It wasn’t bad to be touched by these two strong men who had suffered as much as he did, who had been forced into situations they didn’t want to be a part of. It was nice to forget about histories and bloodshed and what was right or wrong and just let them touch him.

Nero helped Vincent discard himself of his pants, Vincent moving just enough to step out of them before he went back to relaxing against Weiss’ chest. Nero’s hands weren’t idle however, as they slowly slid up over Vincent’s thighs and calves, ghosting the lightest of touches over Vincent’s stirring arousal, causing Vincent to shiver and let out the smallest of moans.

“Nero is very good with his hands…” Weiss muttered into Vincent’s lips, tongue darting out to lick at the soft flesh. To emphasize his words, Nero grinned wickedly, sliding both of his hands up the side of Vincent’s torso to toy with the pert nubs of Vincent’s nipples. Vincent let out another soft groan at the touch, nodding his head in agreement. Nero’s hands were soft and smooth from lack of use, having spent so much time strapped and immobile against his chest. It was one of the reasons he delighted in using them, the soft pads of his finger tips exploring the now bare chest of Vincent, looking for tender spots that he could rub and massage to give pleasure to this man. Vincent felt his head loll back, leaving Weiss’s hand to rest back against Nero’s shoulder, prompting the darker brother to move closer, pressing his clothed body against Vincent’s backside.

Weiss growled his approval, mouth darting down to latch onto the blood stained neck, licking away the evidence of their earlier struggle to get this man to be a part of his fun. Vincent shivered as the warm muscle slid over the thin cut on his neck, lips sucking at the already tender flesh.

“As for me…” Weiss spoke against the warm flesh, nuzzling under the proud chin, letting Vincent’s dark hair rub against his face, inhaling the strong scent of the man.

“I’m very orally fixated…” he said, before biting down at the juncture between Vincent’s neck and shoulder, tongue lashing out to plunder and probe the sensitive flesh caught between his teeth, making Vincent arch against the conflicting sensations, having nowhere to go, still caught between their two bodies.

With a silent cue, the brothers released their hold on the man, leaving Vincent standing naked and shivering in his room. He made a motion as though to reach out for Weiss, but Weiss brushed his hands aside, smirking as a look of irritation that flickered over Vincent’s face.

“Lay down Vincent…” Weiss whispered, a coy smile on his face as he watched the barriers behind Vincent’s eyes threaten to rise again. “We have something we wish to show you…” Vincent hesitated, shooting a backwards glance towards Nero, but found that the Sable Tsviet was smiling faintly at his brother.

Curious, curious enough to leave them with their game, Vincent moved back over to his bed, following their directions and laying down, turning his head so he could watch what the two brothers had planned.

He didn’t have to wait long as Nero surged towards Weiss, and Vincent couldn’t suppress a slight look of shock at how eagerly the two brothers kissed each other. It was one thing to know the two of them were lovers, but to see how Weiss devoured Nero’s smaller mouth against his was slightly… arousing. Vincent was forced to watch wide-eyed as Weiss dragged his hands over Nero’s clothed body and to listen to the delighted mewls the younger one made. Weiss shot a quick leering glance over towards Vincent, making sure he was watching as he stripped his younger brother of his clothing, rubbing and caressing the pale flesh he revealed.

Nero was overly responsive to Weiss’s touch, arching and moaning with every little stroke, his arousal already beginning to press against the fabric of his pants. It only made Vincent harder; watching the way Weiss was able to mold his little brother of shadows into a being of lust and want.

Weiss tore off Nero’s shirt, revealing the young firm chest to Vincent, before turning their bodies so that Nero’s back was in view. Vincent found himself letting out a sharp gasp as he saw the cruel metal gears that were positioned on the inside of each shoulder blade, protruding slightly from the otherwise unmarred flesh. Nero heard the gasp and he felt his face grow hot, embarrassed at his scarred back. He rolled his shoulders, as though to dislodge the mechanisms from his back, hiding his face against his elder brother’s chest.

Weiss wasn’t finished with the demonstration however, as he wrapped his arms around his brothers back, making sure Vincent watched as he used his nails to carve long red marks down his brother’s skin.

“He has no feeling in his back, having lost most of it in the actual procedure, the rest a result of nerve damage from having to carry their heavy weight…” Weiss explained, his hand running back over the angry marks he had just left. Vincent felt himself looking down at his own left arm, flexing his fingers lightly. It looked as though ShinRa had the time to perfect their sadism after they had finished with him.

“Do not be ashamed little one…” Weiss soothed, brushing his fingers through Nero’s black locks. “I like my angels with wings…”

Vincent realized how strange this would appear to anyone who had any knowledge of Deepground. He never would’ve thought they had the hearts to nurture such a strong and loving bound. They were quickly proving him wrong as Weiss went back to his passionate kisses, Nero’s hands moving to strip his brother of his pants. Vincent watched as Nero carefully undid the black sash, only to discard it to the side as he pushed on the hem of Weiss’s pants, sliding the white fabric over well defined hips and ass. Weiss purred his approval, lips dancing along Nero’s chin and neck, kissing and nipping at the pale flesh, causing Nero to tremble and struggle with the task at hand.

Weiss laughed softly, taking mercy on his needy brother to aid in ridding himself of his pants, removing his heavy boots to allow Nero to slide the fabric the rest of the way off of him. Vincent watched the way Weiss glowed in the pale light of the room, illuminated by some inner radiance that couldn’t be touched by the darkness he and Nero possessed. Vincent saw why it was so easy for Nero to love Weiss. He was everything the younger brother could never be. He was tall and strong, his limbs covered with powerful, smooth muscles that showed off every ounce of his strength. Both Vincent and Nero were far leaner, their bodies built to be lithe and frail looking despite their inner strength.

Nero slowly rose from where he was kneeling on the floor, hands gliding over the newly revealed flesh, and even from his position on the bed Vincent could see Nero’s desire for his brother; it was in the way his body trembled, the way his breathing hitched, the way his eyes never left the immaculate being in front of him.

Weiss smiled lovingly down at his little brother as Nero resumed his full height, before he deftly captured the body in his arms, turning him around so that Nero was facing Vincent, his back to his brother’s chest.

“Isn’t he beautiful, our Nero?” Weiss questioned, his hands sliding over Nero’s equally bare chest. Vincent could only nod; surprised that Weiss would go as far as to call Nero “ours”. He felt no claim over the younger boy, though with every passing moment he wanted to. He began to see the connection that Weiss had insisted upon earlier. He and Nero at least, shared more then Vincent had earlier imagined.

It was Weiss’s turn to get Nero undressed, hands sliding down the pale flesh of his sides, playing with the waistband of his pants, but opting to dip his hand inside rather then removing the offending fabric.

The gasp that Nero let out, as well as the arch of his pretty little body was enough to make Vincent’s own body burn with desire. Weiss was beautiful in his undeniable brilliance, but Nero had the splendor of an angel fallen from heaven. A dark and terrible magnificence that reminded Vincent of sin.

A second hand drifted into Nero’s pants to join the first, and Nero let out a soft cry of pleasure, hips bucking into teasing touches his brother was laying on him.

“Bro-aah…” Nero tried to speak, but was silenced with a rough stroke and a tight squeeze. Vincent found himself sitting up on the bed, unconsciously drawn toward them. He wanted to be a part of it, instead of just an observer. Weiss chuckled at Vincent’s sudden movement, rubbing his hands harshly over the hypersensitive flesh as he removed them from Nero’s pants, showing no hesitation as he tore the rest of Nero’s clothing off his body.

There was nothing shielding them now, all of them naked and exposed to each others eyes. With a slight nudge, Weiss led Nero over to the bed, ready to show Vincent exactly what his playing entailed. Vincent was more then ready, having grown hard and needy while he watched the two brothers strip and touch each other.

No words were spoken, but it was Nero who crawled onto the bed first, sliding his body against Vincent, causing the his crimson eyed companion to groan as flesh connected with flesh, the sound growing only louder as Nero continued his ascent. They two of them were soon face to face, and Vincent did not hesitate to capture the mouth above him, his hands reaching up to tangle in the dark hair of his companion. Nero let out a sigh of pleasure, balancing his weight on his arms but grinding his hips into Vincent’s, enticing a very animalistic growl out of his new found lover.

Nero let out a sharp gasp as he found himself being flipped over, suddenly smothered by Vincent’s body as the other plundered his mouth, tongue slipping inside to dance wildly with his own, and Nero was only happy to respond. He was used to Weiss, used to his touches and tastes and smells, but Vincent was a new being entirely. Less light and power and more dark and secrets. Yet at the same time, Vincent possessed the same dominance in him, conquering Nero with his lips and tongue. Nero mewled happily, hands running down Vincent’s back, smoothing over skin equally pale to his own. He loved the way he could feel the muscles twitch and the skin pull tight beneath his touches, and how his caresses caused Vincent to grind harshly against his body. It brought delightful friction to their pulsing erections, and two dark beings began to gyrate against each other, bodies moving in feral thrusts to relieve some of the growing tension in their loins.

All the while Weiss watched, torn between watching Vincent’s near ravaging of his little brother, or adding his own touches to the foray. As delightful as both options sounded, his own pounding desire made him chose the later, lowering himself onto the bed behind Vincent.

“He tastes good, doesn’t he Vincent?” Weiss purred, running his hands down Vincent’s back, before grabbing onto his hips. Vincent could only moan in response, too busy savoring Nero’s mouth to respond. Yes, he tasted good. He had a shadowy and sinful taste that left Vincent searching for more. It was like a dark chocolate, smooth and slightly bitter, but still so very delightful. He wasn’t alone in his pleasure, Nero relished in Vincent’s own distinct flavor. There was more lost passion in Vincent, more blood red then black, like a rich dark wine aged to perfection. It coated Nero’s tongue and burned down his throat, filling him with mysterious warmth that was so different to the consuming burn he received from Weiss.

Weiss left them little time to ponder the others taste as he began to dictate the movements of Vincent’s hips, stopping the writhing of their bodies for smooth, planned thrusts, dragging Vincent’s hips along Nero’s, back and forth in a tantalizing dance that left both of the men beneath him unfulfilled and desiring for more.

It forced Nero to break his and Vincent’s seamless kissing, his head thrashing to the side as his back arched, searching for more of that searing contact that sent his nerves on fire.

“Weeeiiiissss…” He groaned out, head continuing to thrash back and forth on the bed, hands reaching up to dig into Vincent’s shoulders roughly.

“Now now little one…” Weiss chastised, grinning and almost sadistic way. “Let’s not forget Vincent, hmm?” He continued, still guiding the two bodies together. Nero moaned his agreement, and began to slide down Vincent’s chest, leaving sloppy kisses and licks with his tongue. Vincent was forced to brace his arms harder against the mattress as Nero halted to nip at one of his nipples, before continuing his path downwards.

Vincent felt himself being pulled upwards, Weiss’s hands guiding him into a kneeling position allowing Nero to remove himself from what was quickly becoming a tangle of limbs, crouching in front of Vincent to continue his exploration of the lean chest that his hands had already mapped. Vincent could only moan, all coherent thoughts having long left his head as he lay trapped between light and darkness, nowhere to go and no desire to leave.

Weiss was having more fun then he had ever imagined it to be. Vincent was turning into a puddle, their ministrations taking away all his free will and thought. Weiss wondered fleetingly how long it had been since Vincent gave himself over to pleasure. He knew from Hojo that Vincent had been a test subject thirty-three years ago, and even if he had gotten laid the night before Hojo laid his hands on him, that was an awfully long time for a man stuck in the body of young male to go celibate.

Right now Weiss was content to hold Vincent steady, allowing Nero to have his fun with their shared lover, because soon enough he would thoroughly tumble them both. It caused even his self control to shiver a bit, and he found himself pressing his hard on against the firm back that kneeled before him. Vincent arched against the feeling, knowing exactly what it was and what Weiss eventually planned to do with it.

“Do not worry Vincent…. It’ll come soon enough…” Weiss muttered, before he turned his gaze over Vincent’s shoulder to Nero’s downward trek. He was quickly running out of chest to savor, but he didn’t hesitate for a second, going from kissing the ridge of Vincent’s hip bone to placing soft little licks on the side of his cock.

Vincent’s eyes snapped open, a deep guttural moan escaping his mouth as his hips tried to buck into the warmth that was teasing his hard member. However, Weiss’s hands prevented him from moving, and Vincent was forced to let out a frustrated growl, wishing for freedom of movement so he could quell the ache in his thighs that was only growing more intense with Nero’s taunting touches.

“Do you desire him?” Weiss whispered in the shell of Vincent’s ear, seeing Nero’s attention snap from the job at hand to Weiss. Weiss smiled down at the surprised look on his brother’s face, knowing that Nero had never given himself willing to any man except him. However Weiss also knew that if he desired it, Nero would do everything in his power to fulfill his wishes.

“Gods yes…” Vincent hissed out, managing to pull himself together enough for the first time since this episode began to actually speak. Gods he wanted it, he wanted both of them, together, right now, to fill and be filled, caught between the two in a deadly dance of bodies and limbs. There was Weiss’s mocking laughter again, and Vincent swore again, more aroused then he had been in nearly half a century and Weiss was laughing at him.

“Soon enough Valentine, but why finish when we’ve hardly begun?” Weiss purred back, nodding his head for Nero to continue. Vincent could only shudder as Nero’s mouth was back on him, sucking his pulsing member, never taking him fully into his mouth, but just laying those teasing licks and sucks, kissing the leaking head before lapping at the precum that covered it. Weiss slid his hands down Vincent’s hips, using the strength in his forearms to keep Vincent still, using his fingers to caress the base of the hard length, groping and palming and squeezing, a juxtaposed sensation to Nero’s light touches.

Vincent wondered what sins he had repented for to deserve this. It was almost too much, the hard muscled chest pressed against his back, the fallen angel kneeling before him, both of him pleasuring his point of need with utmost skill and experience, both of them experts at how to please a man.

It didn’t take long for the flame they had been kindling to burst into life, and Vincent could feel his approaching orgasm burn across his nerves. He could only groan, the frantic bucking of his hips a sign of his approaching release, but it only spurred the two men on, both of them intent on bringing Vincent to completion.

Vincent was forced to squeeze his eyes shut, the pleasure so full of torture he was on the verge of tears. Weiss’s hands, strong and calloused from his training with a sword, wrapping around his member to add short jerky pumps, the other drifting beneath to play with his heavy sacks… Vincent shuddered again, moaned again, cried again in his need to find release. And Nero, removing his mouth to bring up his own hands, covering him with his smooth, silky fingers, moving in time with his brother, leaning forward to capture Vincent’s lips in an almost sweet kiss.

It was the shattering point for the gunman, his back arching and his lips breaking away from Nero to cry his release, the evidence sputtering over the hands that continued to grope him, and he felt himself collapse, chest leaning heavily against Nero, backside pressed up against Weiss.

It took several moments for Vincent to regain himself, and when he did it was to the feel of the two brothers rubbing against him, their mouths connected over his shoulders as they fervently kissed each other. Vincent moaned again, his voice quickly growing hoarse, but made no movement to interrupt. It was wonderful to have both bodies pressed against him, one member hard against his back, the other tucked firm against his belly, the sound of Weiss and Nero’s kiss broken only by his rapid breathing.

But that too ended, and Vincent felt himself guided back to the bed, gently turned over so back was pressed against the soft fabric of the comforter. Nero came next, curling up against his chest, the devices in his back cutting into Vincent’s torso but he couldn’t be bothered enough to care.

Last came Weiss, balanced over his two dark lovers, his blue and gold eyes shining down at them. Vincent felt the urge to wrap his arms around Nero, pulling him in a tight hug against his chest, and Weiss smirked as he did just that.

“So beautiful…” Weiss murmured, first glancing at Vincent, and then to Nero, his cock twitching at the two that lay sprawled beneath him.

“Tell me Vincent, what should we do next…?” He questioned, though he kept his eyes trained on Nero, one hand reaching up to trail along Nero’s check. Vincent once again found himself astounded by how close these brothers were. They must’ve meant, and still meant, the world to each other.

Vincent smiled lazily, currently satiated from his mind blowing orgasm only minutes before, and was content to just watch for the moment.

“Make him moan…” He whispered, feeling the way Nero’s breath shuddered a bit, not expecting the response Vincent gave. Weiss smirked, pleased with his answer and more then willing to comply.

Using his arms to bear his weight, Weiss swooped down to capture his younger brother in a passionate kiss, moving his body hard against the smaller form beneath him, causing Nero to let out a heart filled keen as he rubbed back, eager for the attention on his hard member. It didn’t aid matters when Vincent’s hands slid down his chest to rest on his own hips, holding his body still for Weiss to plunder.

“Oh gods please…” he begged as Weiss broke the kiss, trying to capture those enticing lips again but failing as Weiss moved to assault his neck, not being gentle in his licks and nips. Nero knew he’d have a new collar of love bites come morning. He continued to struggle against the hold that held him as Weiss continued his ministrations, lips sucking up all the heat and sweat from his skin, rewetting it with licks from his tongue. It left him gasping and straining against the hands at his hips, body writhing and searching for more pleasure and release.

Vincent found himself struggling to hold the young boy, wondering just how wild and reckless the two brothers love making must be without someone keeping Nero down. His body would arch and buck in an effort to get Weiss even closer, only to grind harshly against Vincent’s reawakening member in result. Nero had raised his hands to grasp onto Weiss’s mane of white hair, kneading his fingers like a contented cat, earning warning growls and sharp nips from Weiss if he pulled too hard on the pure locks of hair. Vincent was so very tempted to let the boy go, to see Nero pounce his elder brother and the passionate joining that was sure to follow, but it was a delightful to hear the whispered begging and pleads from Nero as he sought release.

Weiss was being just as cruel, taking his own sweet time to map out Nero’s chest with his mouth, missing the dark tattoos that he so enjoyed tracing. But they had disappeared with Nero’s darkness and it would be a nostalgia he’d just have to get used to. It didn’t take away from any of his fun though, as he watched and felt Nero squirm beneath him, chuckling at the effort on Vincent’s part to keep his younger brother still. Nero was always so responsive, seeing how most of his life people were afraid to even touch him; having two warm loving bodies pressed against him must be driving him mad.

He didn’t pity his younger brother enough to quicken his pace, contentedly using his lips to touch and taste every inch of the pale, small chest beneath him, slowly going lower and lower until he halted to play with the soft indentation of his navel, tongue swirling inside to tease the sensitive area, causing another almost painful cry to escape Nero. If it weren’t for the arousal jutting against his lower body, Weiss would think he was hurting the poor boy.

Meanwhile Vincent was content to watch over Nero’s shoulder, nose buried in the rich scent of Nero’s hair, nuzzling into the warmth periodically just for the feel of the silken strands against his skin. He watched the mischievous look on Weiss’s face as he continued his oral assault, realizing that he had gotten off easy with Nero. Weiss was nothing short of agony with his mouth. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have those lips tracing every inch of his flesh and it made Vincent shiver and buck slightly with need.

“Getting impatient, are we?” Weiss muttered against Nero’s abdomen, stopping just shy of the erection that was pressed against his chest. Nero growled, growing very impatient with the torment that he was forced to suffer through.

“Damn it Weiss, please…” He swore, trying once again to vainly free himself from Vincent’s hold, cursing the gunman under his breath as well. Weiss arched a silvery eyebrow, smirking as Nero’s language took a turn for the worse. It was the first time ever that Nero had grown so agitated that he actually resorted to swearing at him.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Weiss muttered, and in the next second Nero felt himself devoured. Vincent thought his fingers would break with the way Nero’s body convulsed beneath his hands, eyes squeezing shut and mouth opening in a silent cry. Nero had played with Vincent, toyed with his arousal to get the gunman wound up, but Weiss was doing nothing of the sort, giving into Nero’s desires and pleasuring the full expanse of his length.

“Oh…” Nero hiccupped, unable to voice anything more as Weiss continued to blow him, his lips forming a tight tunnel around his length, tongue experienced enough to know all the exact spots to rub up against, teeth scrapping just lightly over the swollen flesh in the way he knew Nero loved, knowing from the panting breaths and taste of precum that his little brother wasn’t going to last long.

Good, he mentally thought, having grown tired of waiting for his own release as he worked to please the forms beneath him. It was going to be his turn next and he expected to be repaid for his patience in full.

A few more bobs of his head, with tight lips and firm tongue playing along Nero’s cock was all it took to bring his overly aroused brother to completion, savoring the taste of his release as it coated his mouth, keeping just enough of it on his tongue that he could tease Nero with it, moving up to capture his little angel in a kiss, this one much more slow and relaxed now that Nero wasn’t so frantic for release. Nero gladly accepted Weiss’s warm muscle into his mouth, letting out a soft moan as he tasted himself on the slick flesh, lapping at it with enough zest that Weiss broke the kiss to chuckle at his brother’s eagerness.

“I think it’s my turn now…” Weiss muttered, grinding his still hard member against Nero. Nero could only moan, wrapping his legs around Weiss’s hips to beg with his body to be fucked. Weiss laughed a bit, kneeling between Vincent’s legs while hoisting Nero up, looking down at the slightly abused gunman. His chest was covered with little scrapes and cuts from Nero’s mechanisms, though he seemed more concerned with regaining feeling in his hands than anything.

“What do you say Valentine, ready to pick it up a notch…?” Weiss grinned, loving the way Vincent scowled as he flexed his cramped hands. Kissing Nero lightly on the nose, he turned the boy around so he’d be facing Vincent again.

“See what you did to him little one…?” Weiss cooed, still keeping Nero pulled tight against his body. Nero blushed, ashamed at the damage he had done.

“Sorry…” He muttered, lowering his eyes in slight humiliation. It was Vincent’s turn to laugh softly, sitting up so he could kiss and nuzzle along Nero’s neck, burying his face into the warm skin.

“It’s my hands you should be sorry about…” He muttered, causing Nero to grin sheepishly and Weiss to outright laugh. Glad that Vincent hadn’t become upset over his slight injuries, Weiss began to put his next plan into action. His member was aching and dripping with need, and he was unsure of who he wanted to conquer first. Maybe he should leave this choice up to Nero.

“Which one of us do you want, little one?” Weiss whispered into his ear, before nipping and tugging lightly on the soft skin of the lobe. Nero mewled again, loving the mix of pleasure and pain, trying to pull his thoughts together long enough to give a rational answer, though the same thought kept running through his head.

“Both!” He managed to gasp, causing both Vincent and Weiss to stop their play with the boy in shock, though Weiss was quick to recover.

“As do I…” Weiss muttered, giving Vincent another leering look that had Vincent’s breath catching in his chest. Both? Oh, he was going to be in for a long night indeed.

“Better question then…” Weiss continued, laying soft kisses along the side of Nero’s face, the entire time keeping his eyes trained on Vincent, who was still frozen on his knees in front of the brothers.

“Who do you want first?” He questioned, knowing that Nero would have trouble deciding this one. Weiss was overly protective of his little brother, and had killed in the past when he felt someone was getting too close to his little one for his comfort. And now he was offering him the opportunity to choose another lover. Nero was torn between the loyalty to his brother and his curiosity of what it would feel like to have someone completely new and different ravaging his body.

“I…”

Gods, they were both so beautiful, Weiss in his undeniable brilliance, Vincent in his shadowed secrets. How could he possibly choose? Weiss laughed softly into his ear again, sending shivers down Nero’s spine as the warm breath tickled his hypersensitive flesh.

“Can’t decide?”

Nero shook his head vigorously no, unable to come to a decision. He didn’t want to upset his brother but he didn’t want to deny Vincent either.

“Well then, I’ll just have to choose for you…”

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[b]A/N[/b]End Part One.

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