Little Black Bird

Gabreilla Moushigo

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Lemon – M/M warning for this chapter.

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It was dark, so muggy in this room that a normal person shouldn't even be able to breath. He wasn't just anyone though. He turned on a light and flinched at its brightness. He was shaking from the stress of it all. The past month or so had no been very kind to him, he felt like he had been running off of pure adrenaline for a while.

He had to keep up with the charade of being just another face in the crowd. He had to for the sake of someone else. It was hard trying to act normal, when he never had a normal life to begin with. He shook his head, that's not true. He had a normal life once, but it seemed so far away now.

Right now he just needed to take care of his brother. His siblings's broken body was lying on the only bed in the room in the center of the room. His brother's white hair was still dirty as was the rest of his muscular form. He cursed at himself silently. He had been so busy trying to heal him he had completely forgotten about cleanliness.

"Come here brother." His soft melodic voice called out as he cradled the white haired man in his arms. If anyone had looked on the scene it would have seemed ridiculous. The dark haired brother, which was quite svelte, carried the almost giant of a man into the bathroom.

The dark haired man gently placed him into the tub and his brother groaned. "I'm sorry; I know you are still in pain. I'm just trying to get the dirt and blood off. It's not good for you." He said as if his brother was listening. He ran the water in the tub until it filled. "Here, let me make you comfortable." He adjusted the light haired man in the tub until his head rested at a comfortable angle. He took a washrag and gently began washing his sibling's hands and arms, making sure to get under his nails. He treated his feet and legs in a similar fashion. His hands lovingly rubbed his chest and neck. He had to drain the water several times before he was finished, every few minutes the water would take on the color of rosy tea. He took a steadying breath before cleaning his other parts. He was blushing, but not from shame.

"Brother…" The white haired man's eyes cracked open.

"Brother?" The slender man asked, doubtful. "Have you awoken?" He didn't want to get his hopes up, the sick man had been listless and this might be yet another false alarm. His eyes misted up as his brother's hand touched his face. "Brother!" He held his brother's hand to his cheek, savoring the feeling and kissed his palm. "How I have waited for this moment. I was so worried."

"Sorry… to… have worried you." The weakened man seemed to be having trouble breathing. "My little black bird."

To hear his pet name, his heart soared. "Let me take you out of your bath." Even as he said the words he pulled the drain and he lifted him out.

"Wasn't it I," The white haired man breathed. "Who used to carry you to bed?"

"Yes." His black bird answered. "But allow me to care for you now. You'll feel better soon." He laid him down on the floor before changing the bedding. He picked him up again with some effort and placed him down on the cool sheets. "You can punish me later."

The white haired man's eyes went up to his brother's body, there was something missing. "You're little wings have been clipped."

"Yes, they broke off in the scuffle." He thought he would add. "I am not in pain… they were mechanical after all." He smiled. "I can always build new ones." His hand came up to touch his own shoulder momentarily. "Besides, without them I am barely recognizable."

The light haired man nodded his understanding before taking in his current surroundings. "How did I get here?"

"Our big brother brought you to me." His hand touched his face tenderly. "He told me to heal you." Something he didn't even need to be asked to do. It had been nice though, their brother was particularly influential – it made getting this apartment far easier.

"Oh," He laughed shakily. "It's him then?"

"Yes." He nodded, leaving him for a moment before returning with an orb. "Let me cure you a little more… I was provided this materia from big brother. It has grown so much since I used it first. Perhaps you will feel better soon?" Without further ado he closed his eyes and a white mist surrounded his brother. His sibling winced as his deep wounds knitted themselves from inside of him. "You must forgive me," He apologized. "I have never used cure magic until now."

"It's alright. I feel a little better." His breathing was normal, he could even sit up.

His little black bird was delighted. "Let me try again." He closed his eyes once more and the magic was even stronger than before. "How do you feel?"

"I feel much better, a bit weak. I suppose a little sleep would help." He laughed a little then, "Well, maybe a month's worth." In reality, his body was fine, he was just exhausted.

"Y-yes." His black bird stuttered, happy that his brother was feeling better now. His body finally letting go of the stress he had been carrying around with him, it left him tired. It had been hard to watch all of this. The dark haired man was usually a strong person, but he had a soft spot for this man in front of him. His brother was always so strong, always looking out for him. It made him almost ill to see him in such pain. "Let me get the covers." He retrieved them from the closet quickly, the blankets in his hands.

But the lighter haired brother had different plans, his hand shot out, pulling his brother across the bed before rolling over him.

"B-brother!" He dropped the blankets as he fell. "What are you doing?" He was shaking in anticipation as his brother pushed him into the bed weakly. He was probably strong enough to fight him off, but he honestly didn't want to.

"Don't toy with me Nero." He used his name this time. "My sweet little blackbird."

"Weiss." Nero feigned helplessness as his brother removed his clothing. He knew this would please him.

Damnit. Weiss felt the last reserves of his energy go before he slumped over Nero, nearly crushing him under his weight. He managed to hold himself up on his arms, long enough for Nero to escape from underneath him before he collapsed.

"Brother," Nero was concerned, he felt guilty for allowing this now. "Are you alright?" He turned his brother onto his back and examined him for any injury he might have missed.

To be babied by his little brother was almost insulting. "Shut up." Weiss commanded and he obeyed. "Get on top of me."

"A-are you sure?" Nero's voice wavered. He never dared question his brother before; he just didn't want to hurt him.

"Do it." His voice was hard. It was made apparent that Nero was being cautious as he moved over him. Nero had never been on top before; usually he was the one being ravaged after all. Weiss grabbed his hips firmly and brought him down upon him. Nero nearly shrieked, and Weiss delighted in the sound. "My little black bird," He cooed, appreciating how much he could see him in this new position. "You are very beautiful." He controlled Nero's hips until he found the rhythm to his liking. Once he was finished he let one of his hands go and grabbed between Nero's legs.

Nero's eyes rolled back for a moment before closing. "Weiss!"

"Don't you dare cum yet or I'll fuck you until you are raw." Weiss had absolutely no way of doing this, but Nero obeyed him anyway. "Good boy."

Nero whimpered, a sweat breaking out on his forehead as his brother fondled him and guided his thrusts. It was so hard to keep this up. He felt like he was being torn apart. He looked into Weiss' eyes then, tears forming and falling down his cheeks. He never loved anyone so much as he loved him, and Weiss loved him with as much intensity. "Please, brother." He begged.

Weiss's forehead crinkled with the effort, but as he saw Nero's tears and heard his soft plea he could not help but release himself. He watched as Nero's head fell back and he could see his slender throat as he uttered a guttural moan of pleasure. After a few moments of shaking Nero lifted himself up and Weiss pulled him down to his broad chest.

Nero snuggled there happily, placing his comparatively small hands on his brother's shoulder. He always loved it when his brother held him with those strong arms of his; they always made him feel safe. "Brother," Nero began when he was sure of his voice.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to leave you in a few days." He went on to explain as he saw him raise an eyebrow. "I'm going to destroy the man that did this to you… allow me that small pleasure."

Weiss only squeezed him as much as he could. "I can deny you nothing my little one."

"Thank you." Nero traced the pattern that was Weiss's abdominal muscles. "I'll make sure that I humiliate him… make him suffer… before the end." It's only what he deserved after all.

Weiss pulled Nero up so his head was resting just under his chin. "Play as you like, but… promise to come see me every so often."

"I shall." Nero promised, lifting his head and Weiss lowered his for a kiss. "I can never stay away from you for too long." And for the rest of that night, they slept.

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Author's Notes:

I know I didn't write their names out at first. It wasn't a suspense thing I was going for. I was mostly hoping people would get to know them without having a preconceived notion that they were evil– then finding out that it was Weiss and Nero. I'm sure everyone figured it out though – I kept dropping clues like crazy… especially with Nero's wings. I'm not going to change it though – since I tried not using those words and it made the chapter sound pretty hollow.

Sure, they were two sick people, but they had been mistreated and turned into what they were. I think the thing that stood out most in my mind was how much they really loved each other… which is weird for villains.

When Weiss was being controlled by Hojo and punched a hole in Nero – it was pretty brutal. If there was a time Nero would have betrayed Weiss it would have been then, but he only thought of his brother and his well being - even with a massive hole in his chest. That's love there.

Speaking of lemons – I was wondering how much of Nero was still actually human. I didn't work that into my story though. When he was run through I believe there was sparking noises and electricity instead of blood. I'm guessing most of his chest is metallic… but we know his hands are still his at least. I didn't want to make him completely robotic though – Guilt's Cost came to mind when I thought on it – and it wasn't very fun to think about. (P.S. That story is great – you should read it!)

We will be getting back with Tifa and Vincent next chapter – hope you enjoyed this little interlude… the fun begins!

KamikazeUdon: Thanks, I try. I think that was one of my longer chapters – I had a lot of fun breaking them up and getting them back together in one chapter.

KamikazeUdon: I'd have to agree with you about your stories – short and sweet. I especially loved the dancing bit… it was very touching.

KamikazeUdon: Haha – I turned him into a bit of a pervert didn't I? I thought it would be fun since he is usually the timid one. I wanted him to really break out of his shell.

Darknightdestiny: Hehe – no cookie for you. (grins)

Vinny the Vampire: Haha! Your post really made me laugh. Nah – not Tofu. But it is a typical dish on a Tai Menu. We'll see if Tifa opens herself up him emotionally… and in the legs department soon hehe.

Jen: Haha! That's true. As for Cloud and the others – I was thinking the same thing… until I realized he did call on them. Cid and Yuffie were helping with the air assault while Tifa, Barret and Cloud were on the ground leading the WRO into battle. They were mostly there distracting the Deepground army so Vincent and Yuffie could infiltrate their lair and whatnot. It's a lot easier to sneak a few people in than a whole party – that's for sure. I think if they hadn't been there Vincent wouldn't have been able to take them on – that was a lot of people. But as far as Derge starting up – I'm guessing Reeve's dependence on him is due to him regularly picking up his phone (as you said). Cloud is pretty undependable in that department.