Better Off Without Me
Gabreilla Moushigo
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Nero finally found what he needed from the house. He placed the items in a satchel under his cloak. He distinctly heard the sound of a motorbike outside. Probably some wanderer passing through town. Ah… he remembered his bike from when he was in Deepground. After hours he would take Weiss riding on it. He imagined that his big brother was embarrassed about having to ride behind him. Weiss, poor Weiss, never could quite get the hang of riding one.
His daydream was cut short when he realized the bike pulled up into the yard. He flinched. Did Vincent ride a motorcycle? Maybe after he killed him he would take it for his own. But first…
Nero moved on silent feet to back of the house and went out the door. He really would rather greet him at the front door before he shot him in the face. It was the least he deserved for shooting his sweet Weiss so many times over. He rounded the house quickly, just in enough time to catch sight of an array of blond spikes walking up the steps. That was definitely not Vincent, perhaps one of his friends? Nero lost interest in him almost instantly when he realized the keys were still in the bike. Oh dear, I guess I'll just have to help myself then… He gleefully strode up to the bike as if he owned it and flipped his leg over the side. A little bigger than he was used to, but it would do fine. Maybe Weiss wouldn't mind being seen on the back of this? He didn't bother admiring it for long before he revved it up, without a second thought he shot out of the yard.
The blond came running out of the house with a dumbstruck look on his face. Nero remembered his disguise and gave a little wave to the man with his taloned hand to seal the deception. Hopefully this would cause Mr. Valentine even more trouble than he had hoped for.
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Nero was just putting his keys on the counter when he walked into his and Weiss' temporary housing. He almost laughed at the sight before him, Weiss… bent over a cookbook trying to figure out how to make… whatever it was he was trying to make. Apparently he was no better than himself at cooking. It wasn't a big surprise. They lived off of freeze dried rations forever. He thought he would get a good tease in on him though. "How fares your cooking brother?"
Weiss looked up, he knew Nero had let himself in but he was a bit startled at his garb. "I always did think you looked alike." He gave a little chuckle and checked on one of the pots. "Perhaps the two of you are brothers instead."
Nero wasn't sure why, but the thought saddened him a bit. "We're not." He began unbuttoning the cloak, he was hesitant at first. He was so used to covering his face that this was a small reprieve from how naked his face felt on a regular basis now.
Weiss glanced up at him and a smile touched his mouth. He knew what he was thinking and knew how he could get the cloak off. "Why don't you leave it on then? Then I can always fantasize…" He let the words trail off and that's all it took for Nero to become insanely jealous and tore the cowl off so fast the straps snapped. Nero, with speed he didn't think him capable of, pushed him into the refrigerator.
"You're making me jealous!" Nero growled.
Instead of getting angry, Weiss only laughed, his head falling back as he did so. He hadn't expected that.
"It isn't funny!" Nero protested angrily, that was until Weiss' hand touched the side of his face, gentling him almost instantly.
"I only love you…" Weiss tipped his chin up and kissed him. "I only want you." His lips grazed right under his ear and the little sound that escaped Nero sent his heart jumping.
"Weiss…" Nero purred in his sultry voice, startled when Weiss pushed him into the refrigerator, practically attacking him. "Oh God… Weiss." With brute strength alone he was popping buckles and the buttons on his garments.
"That little bastard wears too much clothing." Weiss growled, when Nero's neck was finally exposed he bite down on him causing a shudder to course through him.
Nero laughed at that, "I used to wear…" He gasped, "More than he…" He couldn't finish his sentence.
Weiss took this moment to tease him a bit while he tore off his clothing. "That reminds me… no more clothes in the house."
"What?" Nero would have laughed if he wasn't so completely distracted. "You can't be serious."
"I'm completely serious." With some difficulty he removed his boots. "I couldn't do whatever I liked to you before… now it's going to be all the time."
"I…" Nero whimpered as Weiss nibbled on his ear. "What if… the mail comes?"
"They'll leave it outside then…"
"But…"
"No buts." Weiss countered, the last article of clothing he had to remove from Nero was that offending red headband. He moved his hand behind Nero's head gently, weaving his fingers through his hair; surprisingly enough this was a sensitive spot on his body. Or maybe he just enjoyed it because it was Weiss who was touching him. He gently tugged at the knot and the fabric unraveled. He didn't let this article of clothing drop though. He grabbed both of Nero's hands and he complied fully, letting him tie an expert and well practiced knot around his wrists to bind him. God… how he loved this…
Nero seemed hesitant for a moment. "Weiss…"
"Not now…" He knelt into the pile of clothing and nipped at his hips.
"Weiss," Nero repeated, his voice strained somewhat. He was already painfully erect. "Weiss please… I…"
"Shhhh…" He grinned. "I'll get there." He was eager today… so…
"Weiss!" Nero nearly shrieked when he took him into his mouth. "Weiss… Oh God! Weiss!"
He was squirming so badly that Weiss had to push him firmly into the refrigerator so he could continue.
"Oh God Weiss… listen… Oh… Ah… I…" Nero panted, Weiss was really good at this… it never took him long when he wanted Nero to cum for him. "Please… ahhh… please."
Weiss couldn't ignore that sweet voice much longer, his own body was screaming for release itself. He would let Nero cum first though… He smiled around his length before taking him in all the way.
Nero hissed, his head nearly cracking against the refrigerator door. "Weiss! Oh! Weiss! Weiss!" No sooner had he come than he felt himself being lifted from the ground and being pressed back into the refrigerator. It took a moment for the haze of his orgasm to wear off. "Weiss!" He felt him enter into him and his breath caught. "Wait Weiss! Burning…" He wriggled in his grasp. "Burning…"
"Yes…" Weiss enjoyed hearing his brother call his name so much. "You're burning for me."
"No!" Nero panted with great effort.
That cooled him off for a moment. "No?"
"Burning! The food… it's burning!" As if on cue one of the pot's contents caught fire. Nero let out a little shriek as he was lifted from Weiss suddenly and deposited on the floor… and by deposited he meant dropped on his ass with his hands tied behind his back. "Ouch!"
Weiss grabbed the lid and hurriedly placed it down on the flaming pot. He turned off all the eyes on the stove. Everything was hopelessly ruined. "I always knew we would set the house on fire with our love making… but I never thought it would be quite so literal."
"And you said I was bad at cooking." Nero got onto his knees to relieve the pressure from his arms.
Having nothing else to do, Weiss turned to glare down at him. "Awfully mouthy today aren't we?" He smiled as he watched Nero get into a sitting position and try to inch away in a kicking motion. He halted this by grabbing one of his ankles and dragging him over and under him. "I thought all that wiggling around was because of me…" He let mock disappointment seep into his voice.
"M-most of it was." Nero stuttered, shaking as Weiss positioned him underneath him. "O-on the kitchen floor?" He couldn't imagine Weiss' weight crushing down on him with his arms behind his back. "C-could you untie me then?"
Weiss was many things, but he wasn't a cruel lover. He wasn't going to hurt his sweet little Nero. He tugged at the knot and it was out. Nero's arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down gently for a kiss. Nero probably had meant it to be a tender kiss, but he had other plans. He threaded his fingers through his hair and pulled until Nero's head tilted back. He imitated what he might like to do with other parts of his body with his tongue. He was sure Nero got the message by the way he was squirming underneath him again. "Open your legs for me." Nero's legs snapped open so readily he had to chuckle a bit. He was always so eager for him… it definitely didn't hurt his ego any. "I've been so mean you my love…" He said, lifting his body as he sucked on his fingers. Nero seemed to want to protest but he cut him off. "I don't mean to be…"
"I know." Nero trembled and whimpered as he felt his beloved Weiss penetrate him with his fingers. "You… ah… just haven't been feeling well."
"But that's no excuse." Weiss said in a devilish tone. "You are always so sweet to me…" He purred in his ear, delighting in the whimper he heard as his fingers left his little brother. His tongue traced down his chest until he flicked his nipple. Nero moaned. "I ought to be nicer to you."
Nero's voice had a greedy ring to it. "Well… if you insist." It trailed off into a moan when Weiss entered him.
"Maybe I should be gentle with you?" His pace was maddeningly slow. A fine sheen of sweat was covering his body with the effort it took not to ram himself into him. Talking helped him restrain himself. "You're so little and delicate after all."
"I'm not little and delicate." Nero huffed indignantly, squirming until Weiss held him still. He looked up then and saw Weiss' face, it was so serious now.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He gathered him into his arms and continued his slow pace. "You don't know how hard it is to hold myself back."
Nero hadn't known. "I don't want you to hold back."
Weiss smiled a little at that, stopping for a moment. "You don't know what you're asking of me."
"I just want you to be happy." Nero whimpered, grinding his hips into Weiss'. "Please… don't stop." Weiss began again, his pace slow still. "But stop holding back! Just fuck me already!"
To hear such dirty words come out of his mouth, Weiss shivered.
Weiss was leaning over him now, the light above casting a shadow on his face and body… He looked even darker than him. But he wasn't afraid of the dark… "Weiss…"
"You asked for it…" Weiss purred.
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Weiss never remembered being so content in his entire life. How good it felt to finally lose himself in Nero… His whole life he felt as bound as Nero had been. He was never allowed to do what he wanted, go where he wanted, and be with whom he wanted… well… unless he snuck around of course. Even when it came to Nero he held himself back, afraid of hurting him. He felt free for the first time in his life. He nuzzled Nero's cheek with his own, giving the edge of his jaw a side kiss. He was surprised to find wetness there. It startled him and he lifted himself up enough to look at Nero. He had obviously been crying, even now a few tears streaked into his hairline and disappeared. Nero realized he was looking at him and covered his face in embarrassment. "Damn it." He growled, gently removing himself. "Nero… I told you."
"It's not what you think." Nero protested.
"The hell it is." Weiss whispered harshly, trying to keep his tone gentle so Nero wouldn't think he was angry at him. He was just angry at himself for letting Nero talk him into something like this. He was bleeding. "I hurt you."
"Not more than usual." Nero's tears final ceased, he gave a little smile to reassure his brother.
"How can you say that?"
"How can I not? You're always like this."
Was he? Did he always hurt him? Maybe if he had been paying better attention.
"Don't close up on me again Weiss." Nero requested in that silky voice of his. "You think too much… you definitely talk too much when we're making love… it's nice for you to finally let go… hm?" Nero's hand cupped the side of his face and lovingly stroked it.
"I made you cry."
"I do that sometimes." Nero admitted. "I can't help it… I just love you so much."
Was that why? He remembered Nero had cried when he finally confessed that he loved him. They had been younger then and Weiss had rather sheepishly admitted that he loved him too, since no one was around. Then Nero had become even more serious than he had been.
'No you don't understand… I love you so much… I can't stand it. I can't breathe… I just want to be by your side always.' Nero had covered his face then too, so afraid of rejection. He was really taking a chance, the brothers had been very close their whole lives… but even then what he was asking might have been too great. 'I love you Weiss.' And that was all he could say, his voice tinged with 'please don't hate me for this.' That was when it had all started. That's when he decided to throw caution to the wind and just make a confession of his own, although it was definitely less tearful. Nero's relief was almost palatable. 'Oh, thank heavens.' And so began their torrid affair.
He was sure everyone knew about their 'activities' but no one dared to mention it to him. Nero had absorbed the brunt of the cruel taunts and innuendos. Nero had been so embarrassed he hadn't mentioned it until years later when Weiss had finally taken over Deepground. They had been… dealt with since then.
Nero might be quite the gun slinger but he never felt up to causing unnecessary stirs if his brother would be harmed by such actions.
"You're thinking again," Nero brushed the hair out of his face; his voice was panty even now. "I'm afraid that was quite rude of you… especially after I told you how much I loved you."
Weiss grinned and kissed him. "I love you too."
"You're crushing me." Nero informed breathlessly.
Weiss responded by letting more of his weight drop on him, leisurely of course. He heard the air slowly escape Nero's lungs through his mouth and nostrils. Nero never complained and just laid there obediently underneath him. He wondered if he had the air to protest. He finally lifted himself up and Nero took a great gasp of air.
"I take it back." Nero swatted at him playfully as he moved out from under him. "You are mean to me."
"What can I do to make it up to you?" Weiss was getting into this game quite easily. When he grabbed for Nero, he squeaked and jumped away. Weiss laughed, this would be fun. If he wanted to play cat and mouse… ehem or cat and bird… he was up for it. "Get over here."
"No!" Nero flew down the hall laughing with Weiss close behind him.
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Weiss let a whistle past his lips when he saw the bike. It was pretty big, maybe this one wouldn't so uncomfortable to sit on. He loved riding around on Nero's, but it had been significantly smaller than this one. It had to be to maneuver around Deepground's streets. "It's beautiful."
Nero was so excited about the prospects of riding with Weiss again, maybe he wouldn't mind being seen in the daylight with him since they no longer had an image to uphold. Just the thought of it… he almost shivered but suppressed it. "You don't know how hard I am… er… hard it was to get the thing." Nero sputtered.
Weiss wouldn't let that go unnoticed; he wore a self satisfied grin when he realized he was indeed… hard. Nero blushed but acted as naturally as he could. "I'm sure it wasn't too difficult for you… you are my brother after all."
Nero made a coughing noise. "So would you like to go somewhere?"
But Weiss had other plans just at the moment. "I can't right now… give me an hour. I need to get something."
"I can take you there." Nero offered.
But it was a surprise and Weiss didn't want him to know just yet. He would need to walk the items into the house first… hopefully he would be pleasantly distracted. "Let me do this on my own, and then we can go somewhere." Nero looked incredibly disappointed and he kissed his brow tenderly. "Just wait… you'll like what I have for you."
"A surprise?" Nero perked up instantly.
"Yes, now go and get some coffee across the street. I'll be there in a little while."
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Of course a little while turned into a long while… and it was two hours and he wasn't back yet. Nero started feeling a little abandoned.
"Hello," Someone from the table across from him said.
"Um, hello." He said softly, casting his eyes down. He did so out of habit, his eyes were a bit 'intense' at times and people often commented on it. It led him to become self conscious.
"I've seen you around the apartment complex." The man tried to be friendly, so maybe he should do.
"Do you live there as well?"
"Oh, God no." The man shivered, it wasn't the greatest place to live by any means. "But I come here everyday to get something to drink."
"I've seen you before." Nero admitted, it wasn't that the man was overly noticeable, its just he was observant… and everyday he passed by the same man was having a cup of coffee. He bet he liked it black, because he never saw any sugar packets or creamer near him. "Black coffee." He muttered, a little more to himself. Weiss like his coffee like that too… but if he came here he would order 'three shots in the dark' just to wake him up some days. He had been really tired recently, but he supposed being dead for a few days would do that to someone… not to mention the almost endless sleeping afterwards.
"You already know how I take it huh?" The man seemed like his ego had been stoked a little.
"I guess." Nero said, wondering when Weiss would come back.
"You look so sad." The man said, finishing his cup and putting it down. Hopefully one of the ladies would be kind enough to bring a refill out to him, he tipped pretty generously.
"Not really." I'm just lonely.
The man took note of Nero's disheveled appearance and almost ratty clothing.
"What do you do for a living?"
Kill people to bring about the apocalypse, but he couldn't say that. "I weld… work with electronics… and I've worked with doctors before." And just one in particular… but that had been an accident. He had to keep Weiss' body alive… and Hojo helped him do it… just so he could take it over.
"A nurse?" The man scrunched his face up.
Probably. "Yes." Nero finished.
"I guess you didn't like working in that field?"
"No… I hated it." Because he had been a subject for most of his life.
"Hate is a strong word." The man said.
"Hate is the correct word." Nero sighed, exasperated with how people outside talked, why did they always hide behind pretty words. Well… he did that sometimes but he didn't try to make up stupid things like that.
"Okay then," The man conceded. "So what do you like welding?"
"It's a bit of a hobby." Nero said, embarrassed that someone might take an interest.
"Do you also like smithing?"
"Somewhat." Nero nodded.
"You're quite lean for such things." The man said, and Nero felt a little disheartened. "But I'm sure you do a great job… you can never tell." Then he decided to ask again. "So… what do you like welding?"
My wings for one… he had to know the basics of how they connected, how to care for them, how to modify them if he needed to, the electronics and everything else. No one else was going to take care of him… so he had to do it himself. He wanted to make sure he was efficient… that way he wouldn't burden Weiss too much. "This and that." He finally decided.
"I see." The man grinned, twirling his cup around nervously.
"What do you do?" Nero thought he would ask.
"I work as a scientist for Shinra."
Then you better stay the hell away from me then. Nero felt himself grow angry.
"I was in the human experimentation field." He shook his hands around, trying to make a joke but apparently Nero was taking him seriously.
"WHAT!"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." The man said, laughing a bit at his strong reaction. "I work with animals mostly, diseases and such."
"Making them?" Nero glared.
"Curing them."
Okay, so maybe he wasn't Hojo incarnate. "I see."
"Can I get your number?" The man asked.
"My… number?" Nero twitched.
"You know… a cell phone? Home phone?"
What in the hell was he talking about? Then again… they didn't allow them certain things in Deepground. "Are you talking about a communications device?"
"Umm… yes?"
"I don't have one." Nero said flatly.
"I could get you one."
"I don't need one." The only person he needed to talk to was Weiss… but maybe if they had these… cells it would be easier to find each other.
"You have to have a cell phone… how do you get by in this day and age without one?"
How did you tell someone something like that, "I guess you don't?" Maybe he should get one of these phones he was talking about… but he didn't want to accept one from this man… he was from Shinra. He couldn't trust him even if he was being kind.
The man seemed to think on that for a while. "You don't have a lot of money?"
Oh, he stole plenty from Vincent… the man was rich. He had gotten a nice healthy sum out before skipping town. He was worried he might become a kleptomaniac before too long. Then again, when he was in Kalm, those were the first and last times he ever took anything like that without asking… but it felt so damned good.
"Is that your bike over there?" The man asked.
"Yes."
"It looks familiar."
He wondered if the man knew…
"Of course, lots of them are going around… Cloud is a popular guy saving the world and all. Lots of kids have been tricking out their bikes to look like his."
Maybe he should do some welding on this thing? Modify it to suit his personality a bit more? He definitely didn't want to go around on a bike that someone might recognize anyway. "I probably should head back." Just in case Weiss comes home… he didn't care about the surprise anymore. He just wanted to go. He got up abruptly, his chair making a shrieking noise as it pushed behind him.
"Why are you in such a rush?" The man asked.
"I'm waiting for someone." Nero said, trying to avoid eye contact him, moving to his bike before straddling it.
"Is it that big guy with the white hair?"
"Yes." Nero tried to keep the dreamy quality out of his voice but couldn't.
"What's his name?"
"Weiss." There he went again, his tone taking on all the love in his heart.
"You've been waiting for over an hour already." The man tapped his watch as if he was timing it.
"I don't mind." Nero countered.
"He shouldn't leave someone like you waiting," His voice was suggestive as he got up from his usual table to stand next to Nero.
Nero's fingers tightened around the bars of his bike. He didn't want to cause trouble right now… not when Weiss was counting on him. Just get away from me…
"Because someone might try to take such a beautiful flower away from him." He unexpectedly ran the back of his knuckles across Nero's check, startling him. "Why don't you let me come with you?"
"Why don't you keep your hands to yourself?" Weiss' familiar voice boomed out behind them.
"Weiss!" Nero's voice clearly spoke of his relief.
The man turned around sharply, he sized Weiss up very quickly and realized he couldn't take him on physically. "You left you companion waiting for over an hour… I've noticed similar patterns before."
Weiss didn't like hearing this from this insolent brat. He should give him a good thrashing for sure… but he hadn't heard from G… and he didn't want to blow his cover just yet. "Are you following him around?" The thought was a little unnerving, but he knew Nero could take of this punk all by himself. That still didn't keep him from worrying though.
"No, but you live across the street. I sit at this café all the time so I notice things." His eyes flicked to Nero, "He would be better off without you."
Having his own thoughts voiced by someone else was enough to shock him. Weiss really didn't deserve him, he was callus, cruel, unromantic and everything a bad lover consisted of. He hadn't the slightest clue why Nero would want to be with him right now. He had always felt confident about their relationship until now, maybe because they were in Deepground all this time. He was on top and could offer Nero everything, including love which was a precious little commodity down there. Now, now he could only offer himself… and that seemed like nothing at the moment.
Weiss was the one who didn't save Nero from being tormented for years on end. Nero was the one who tried to bring him back. Weiss was the one who allowed someone to take over his mind and run Nero through. Nero was the one who allowed him to regain himself. Nero was the one who healed him and took care of him all this time without so much as a thanks.
Nero had so many reasons to leave now. He could have a normal life. He could find someone who could take care of him a lot better than he ever could. He could be with this bastard and drink coffee all day and talk about the weather… although he doubted Nero would go for this type.
"Nothing to say then?" The man questioned, knowing he had struck a nerve.
Nero, watching his brother being bullied like this, was too much. "Watch your tongue." He didn't kill or even hurt the man (too much), but gave him a decent shove… in the face until he fell back over his table. "I don't deserve him." He turned back to Weiss, his brother's looked a bit ashen in this light. "Don't worry about him." He said as if the man weren't there at all. "Let's go, okay? I'll get you something nice to drink." He moved back to his newly acquired bike and patted the seat behind him.
Weiss snapped to and dumbly moved behind him and straddled the machine. Considering their size difference it was difficult to get a good grip on him without looking like he was enveloping him in an embrace… but he did it anyway.
"Ready?" Nero asked, turning his head slightly. Weiss nodded his head quietly. Nero frowned but began rolling forward until he could get a good speed. "Are you alright?"
"Hm? Yeah." Weiss answered, offering no further explanation.
"It must be difficult for you to hold back. You have a lot more restraint than I have." Nero complimented. "Apparently murder is frowned upon in this society."
"So I've read." Weiss sighed, trying to help Nero with his balancing act by relaxing and going with his body movements.
"It's too bad really… it would have been nice to shoot him." Nero sighed, "But alas, this is the price we pay for living a 'normal' life."
"That's what you always wanted." Weiss said finally.
"Hm, yes." Nero whipped around a corner, feeling Weiss stiffen up behind him. "Sorry about that." Weiss said nothing. He was probably still thinking about what that man had said. The light ahead turned red and he slowed down to a stop. "Why are you being so quiet? Isn't it I who was always the meek one?"
"You aren't so meek anymore." Weiss said, just a bit wistfully. "You run off and do recognizances work, steal a bike, shop and a lot of other things by yourself now."
Nero could understand. To Weiss it might seem like their roles had been completely flipped around. Weiss was the one staying home while he was gone and the one being cared for when he was sick. Nero was becoming more independent, indignant and practically running their lives. It was only because he was forced to, and by the time Weiss woke up it was so natural that he just kept it that way.
Maybe Weiss felt like he was the little lady left at home while he went out and worked. It didn't matter that he hadn't been feeling quite all there until just today. Nero would gladly exchange roles with him this very moment if necessary. He was getting the hang of the cooking thing now. The light turned green and he rolled forward, his feet leaving the concrete below.
Then Nero's heart felt sick when he heard. "Maybe you would be better off… without me."
Nero immediately pulled over into a gas station. Wallis Petroleum was its name. "Don't say that!" Nero pleaded, flipping his leg over, mindful enough not to kick Weiss as he did so. "Please don't say that! I can't stand for you to feel this way." He was so frustrated with that idiotic man now. "Are you going to listen to that idiot? He had no idea what you're like… you're perfect." His voice quieted for a moment before he went on. "You are the one who would be better off with me! I'm just praying that you'll never grow tired of me. I should be the one feeling the way you are now."
Weiss was just realizing that he was getting a taste of his own medicine. This must have been how Nero felt… insecure and not sure of himself. "I'll never get tired of you… as long as you'll have me."
The anxiety that welled up in his heart was dissipating. "Of course I will, of course." His first thought was to embrace him fully, but maybe he should… Weiss was still on the bike, his feet on either side, steadying it. Nero gently placed his hands on his chest and rested the side of his face just between his hands. He let out a contented sigh when Weiss wrapped his arms around him.
Weiss smiled. That's Nero, always trying to make things better. A few people were stopping to stare at them. He would give them something to look at. He tilted Nero's head back and planted a kiss on his lips. One woman's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "Like what you see?" He finally asked, tired of the mindless gaping that was being sent their way. If Nero had been a woman he was sure that they wouldn't be looking at them like this. Nero didn't seem to mind as Weiss deepened the kiss.
In fact, his toes were curling in his boots and his mind felt like it had went out on vacation. Dear God, how sweet it felt to have his beloved Weiss kiss him… in a public place no less! Weiss was slowly returning to normal and that made him happy. He didn't like to see him depressed.
"Let's do it… right here." Weiss breathed.
"W-what?" Nero blurted, hardly believing his ears, and he shouldn't have.
"Let's just get some drinks from this store, right here. We don't need to go out." Weiss nuzzled his ear with his nose. "I want to take you home."
That part in his mind that loved Weiss screamed happily, YES! YES! "Yes." He finally said.
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Nero had realized he was starving, so they made a quick stop to eat. He knew better than to wait until they got home… Weiss probably wouldn't let him go. He placed the keys on the kitchen counter; this would soon be a habit of his. To his surprise, Weiss wasn't all over him when they walked in the door; he instead went into the living area and beckoned him forth.
"Come here." Weiss held out his arms, Nero already knew what he wanted. He made it out of his clothes in record time. Weiss' almost had to do a double take; Nero was often too shy to get out of his clothes too quickly. He was usually the one to reveal his brother's form…
Sensing his question Nero said plainly. "That's my last shirt… you keep destroying all of my clothes."
"Oh," Weiss decided to walk up to him. Nero held out his arms but was disappointed when Weiss stopped just short of his destination, bent down and retrieved his sweater.
"Weiss?" Nero asked, watching as Weiss held the sweater up in front of him as if examining it.
"Hm." He held it with his hands and jerked it in two directions as if he might a piece of paper.
"WEISS!" Nero growled. "That was my last one! My last one! What shall I wear now?" All further protests were cut off as Weiss' lips came crashing down on his. He ravaged him on the couch. It would never be enough…
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Nero was fuming when he kicked his leg over his bike. He was wearing one of Weiss' shirts of course, and with their obvious size differences it fit Nero like a pup tent.
"Don't be mad Nero." Weiss snickered, taking his seat behind him. Nero didn't say a word to him, not sure what might come out if he opened his mouth. "It looks good on you."
Nero just glared back at him as if he were crazy. He looked like he was wearing a muumuu… or maternity clothes.
"It does!" Weiss chuckled. His eyes flicked across the street to that horrible little bastard that they had met the night before. Nero and Weiss loved going out for coffee but that man must inhale it. Oh… how wonderful it was to see the look of horror on that brat's face when Nero came stomping out of the apartment wearing one of Weiss' shirts.
Nero caught sight of the direction he was looking. "Did you do that on purpose just so you could show off?"
"You're mine." Weiss's hands encompassed his hips, Nero's face flushed with embarrassment. He still couldn't believe Weiss would even touch him in public, much less in such a familiar fashion. "And I'm sick of him trying to move in on you."
Nero cleared his throat and stated plainly. "Well, he simply had no chance anyway. There is no way I would leave someone like you."
He felt his heart swell against his chest, but he replied. "Of course not." He gave his hips one final squeeze before grabbing the bar behind him. "Well, lets get you some new clothes then…. I think there might be a leather store around here."
"We can't afford it… you've torn all of my clothes up… I should just go to a second hand store if this is how it will be."
"I won't do it again… I promise."
Nero revved the bike, bring it to life. "I'm sure you will." He said, with a roll of his eyes.
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Weiss unpacked the groceries Nero was bringing in, God… he really was turning into the woman in their relationship. He clocked eyes on a blue bag when he opened the drawer to put a few of the sponges away. When he picked it up, it was disappointingly light. He shook it, it sounded like a few things were rattling inside. "Oreos." He said experimentally. He shook the contents out in his hand. Only two of whatever the hell these things were… were left. Praying that he wasn't eating some strange form of rat poison he took a chance and popped one in his mouth. It was sweet; he rarely got to taste something so nice in his life. And Nero kept these from me… I'll have to punish him later.
Nero finally brought the last of the groceries in and stopped when he noticed Weiss holding his bag of cookies. "Are those mine?" He darn well already knew they were.
"What's yours is mine?" Weiss grinned, readying to tease his little brother if necessary. The cookie was dangerously close to his mouth.
"Wait!" Nero halted him, putting the grocery bags down. "There's only two." As if that should make all the sense in the world to Weiss.
"I know… the first was so good I think I'll eat this one." When Nero made a jump for it he held the cookie up high into the air, using his superior height to his advantage.
He hated when his brother played keep away with him, it was quite unfair. "What do you want for it?" His voice was grim.
"What will you give me?" Weiss asked innocently.
"A friendly handshake?"
"Now, now… that's not what I want."
Nero prayed that Weiss didn't want him to go down on him right now… sweet and salty really wasn't his thing… and he wanted that cookie now. "A kiss?"
"I suppose that will do. If it's a good enough kiss that is…" Weiss leaned down to his height, and closed his eyes.
The things he would do for sweets… although this wasn't a bad task to perform. He gently framed Weiss's face with his fingertips and his brother allowed himself to be guided by his hands. Nero kissed him softly at first, a peck, not sure if Weiss would pull back or not. He didn't, his eyes were still closed and he still had that impish grin in place. He kissed him again, a bit harder this time. He slipped his tongue out between Weiss' lips and they gently parted for him.
Weiss' mouth was sweet as he suspected it would be. He found all the little places the crumbs were hiding, over his teeth, under his tongue, over his tongue. He kissed him until there was nothing left… and then he finally let go.
Weiss' eyes fluttered open, a smile graced his lips. "I'll have to get more of these… later." He put the cookie between his teeth and crunched into it.
"Brother!" Nero shrieked, completely outraged. "That was mine… you promised!"
"I lied." He muttered around it. "Unless of course… you'd like to give me another kiss and then you can have it."
Of course! Nero's arms went around his neck and pulled him down. "You… are evil." He tittered, once again devouring Weiss' mouth in a kiss. He got most of it out of Weiss's mouth before he swallowed. "Now… where's my surprise?"
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Author's Notes:
Neep! Sorry, I won't be responding to your reviews for this chapter. BUT I will get to them on the next. Thanks again to Moshi for proofing my story – I'll make those changes as soon as I can find my copy that I uploaded onto the site (there were more errors if you can believe it). Also thanks to everyone for their reviews and cookies for all… the tollhouse, home-made kind… not the store bought stuff. You're worth it. (Winks). The main reason is… right now I'm writing four stories at once… I am freaking insane I know.
Anyways…
Another NeroXWeiss chapter… I don't know what about those two that drives me so wild but it does. It's just fun getting to write about both of my favorite couples at once.
And another silly thing I thought I would mention… I'm dumping the content I wrote for them not being brothers… it just seems silly now. So yes, they are brothers officially in my story. As far as the storyline goes – it won't suffer since they haven't even revealed what I was going to say… but oh well. Just another wasted day of my life to writing chapters I'll never use hehe. I guess you guys will start ignoring my author notes since I am so full of it all the time hehe.
If you are wondering where the Oreos are coming from – there is a fanclub for Nero and Weiss called Silhouette and they mentioned something about Oreos since… well… they are light and dark. I really want to join and I've been reading about all that fun stuff.
This cookie scene was inspired by real life events by yours truly. I think it started out as one of those: That's my cookie damn you! Moments and it sort of got out of hand… whoo hooo! It might sound gross but trading candies and cookies like this is so much fun. Gooey things are the best btw (like peppermint patties). Ok… TMI.
I'm going to be trying to get my adultfanfiction name back up… I lost my account a while back and I would like to keep my pen name. Mostly, because I believe at some point I will either be warned or banned completely from here due to my lemon writing. If I have to wait too long I'm going to make another account with them soon and I'll post it on my page.
I'll have a rather long one shot I've been working on called "Pillar" up soon. It features a female Weiss… tee hee! Anyways, it might be good and if you are a fan of the pairing please give it a read and tell me what you like.