A/N from A.C.: Well… XD Enjoy the chapter. XD
Nero let a sly smile cross his blue-tinted lips, "What does it look like, my beloved Brother?"
Weiss tried to search the depths of those sparkling crimson eyes, but found no honor or spirit within them. It was as if Nero was not even his own person. But what was in those eyes was devotion, loyalty and love. If Weiss has learned anything in his life it was how to read people like this. He has lived with his wealthy and seemingly unemotional family all his life. The smallest twitch of the lips, the sudden but very faint coloring of otherwise pale flesh and, especially in Nero's case, the slight twinkle in the eyes gave people away without them noticing.
But what really seems to give Nero away, Weiss noticed, were his wings. They gave the slightest twitch and flick whenever Nero seemed bothered by something or a little angry.
Right now, the wings were flared out, the crimson pools were glowing in the near darkness of the cave and the ever present smirk on his lips grew a little. "So? You never answered me…"
"I- It looks bad…" Weiss whispered, his voice seemed unable to go beyond one volume.
"Oh? It looks wonderful from my angle, my beautiful Brother." The winged man ran the black-painted nails of one hand down the tanned flesh of Weiss' chest as the other hand held tight to his sibling's wrists.
Weiss gave a loud groan, biting his bottom lip and arching into those claws. Why was his body reacting to pain this way? Those sharp and almost deadly claw-like fingernails were cutting into his flesh and drawing blood to the surface. "Nero… That… It feels so…"
Nero raked his claws down Weiss' chest again, moving to brush his lips against his Brother's as he whispered, "Feels so what, dear Brother?"
"Nero…" Weiss whispered back, breathless, picking his head off the hay and cotton just enough to meet those blue-tinted lips with his own pale ones.
The winged man moaned softly into his Brother's mouth, moving both hands to cup his sibling's face, feeling confident that the white-haired man would not try to escape. As soon as his hands were free, they automatically wove into the surprisingly silky black hair. Nero pressed his body closer to his Brother's, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss and mapping out the other's mouth with his slick tongue.
Weiss pulled away with a gasp for air, his chest heaving and thin trails of blood falling over porcelain skin caused him to feel like he was a little woozy; though he was sure he just did not like seeing his own blood because it had felt simply amazing... He blinked a few times and combed his fingers through the black silk, now foggy grey eyes looked over the face that was so close to his yet seemed so far. Weiss' hands trailed from the river of black, Almost like oil, and moved to cup either side of the winged man's face. The pads of his thumbs ran along those perfect cheeks that were only marred by the faint scars from the metal of that mask of his.
"I need this…" At first, Weiss was not sure who the one who said it was. As soon as he realized that those words passed his lips, a deep red tinted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
"I do too, my beautiful Brother…" Nero's voice left his lips in a purr. He quickly moved, standing up and stripping himself of his clothes.
Weiss moaned aloud once he saw the body that was being offered to him. Nero was thin, more-so than his clothing had shown. Black tattoos wove along the otherwise pale and flawless skin, weaving all along Nero's body, from just under his collarbone to the tops of his feet.
Weiss' eyes were drawn instantly to the thick erection that stood proudly between the winged man's legs. Tattoos on his cock? Why would he do that? He looked back into the crimson eyes, "Nero… Why do you have all those tattoos?"
The taller man got to his knees and started to get Weiss out of his simple sweatpants, "They are markings. From the lab mother and father sent me to. It shows the power that I control so I never forget my strength." He tossed Weiss' pants and shoes onto the pile of his own clothes and boots.
"Didn't that hurt?" He let out a deep moan as his brother crawled over him on all fours again, grinding their arousals together.
Nero groaned against Weiss' ear, hot breath sliding against heated flesh. "Of course…"
"Why… Ah… Why did they do that… to you..?" The white-haired brother's hips bucked, grinding against his sibling's, moaning low in his throat.
"They didn't care what hurt me and what didn't…" He adjusted his body so he was on his knees, hovering just above Weiss' cock. His hands rested firmly on the shorter Brother's chest, rocking his hips down just enough that the drooling erection brushed the cleft of his ass.
A loud moan pushed past Weiss' lips, his back arched and his head leaned back, "Aaahhh… Nero… Please…"
"As you wish… my beautiful Weiss…" With a single push down of his hips, Nero's ass met flush with his brother's lap. Those sharp fingernails dug into the pale and perfect flesh of Weiss' chest, causing blood to fall once more.
Hands quickly gripped Nero's hips, fingers holding so tight that the raven-haired brother knew he would have bruises. He whispered with a scratch in his throat that affected his voice, "I'm not going… to last… very long…"
Nero tossed his head back, thrusting his chest out as he expertly rode Weiss' erection. He bounced up and down in his Brother's lap, moans spilling from his lips and echoing off of the cave walls. "It's been so long…!"
Sharp nails dug deeper into Weiss' chest and he cried out, his hips bucking wildly up into that warm and constricting heat. His fingers tightened their grip on the tattooed hips and he kept up his rapid pace, moaning and gasping, feeling the sweet end coming on far too soon. Nero felt the organ inside him begin to pulse slightly, Weiss was close… Already? The metal wings spread abruptly and Nero forced his body to tighten around his brother's cock.
With a strangled scream of Nero's name and an echo of his own, both brothers fell over the edge and into the abyss of totally darkness, letting sleep claim their aching and sweat-drenched bodies.
Morning would be coming soon. Weiss had to leave or they would find him.
