All Weiss and Nero really have is each other... but when Weiss' ambitions push him in pursuit of the Restrictor, he learns he may have to sacrifice one for the other, or lose all sanity in the process.
It was the soft, familiar voice that stirred Weiss from his ever-darkening thoughts. He knew who it was before the little tendrils of darkness appeared, before vermilion eyes met his own mako infused jade ones, before the narrow male had even fully entered the room.
Weiss regarded Nero silently for a long moment, letting the other cross the length of the large throne room before he returned the greeting. Words were rarely necessary with Nero; the raven often knew what his brother wanted without the white haired male ever having to ask for it.
Just like he'd known that Weiss couldn't sleep… not tonight.
Too many thoughts spun wildly into the leader Tsviets mind, too many possibilities and potential problems with his plans thus far. He couldn't relax. He couldn't settle. He kept thinking about the Restrictor, wondering if he would be able to destroy him without also killing himself due to the virus in the process. Weiss had no intention of winning Deepground for the Tsviets if the process would kill him a few days later…
The Emperor reclined back in his seat as Nero approached him, saying nothing even as the boy reached him and knelt on the floor beside his legs.
“Can you not sleep, nii-san?” asked the sable gently.
“Too much on my mind…” the older brother denied, lifting a hand to run it through the thick, mussed black hair and marveling at its silk like quality.
It was Nero's turn to be silent, enjoying the contact and half closing his eyes as the mask was slipped off of his head and set aside out of the way, revealing his face in its entirety. His licked his newly uncovered the lips and saw his brother track the movement, so he did it again more slowly. Weiss inclined his head just a little, and then leaned down to capture the pale lips against his own. Nero's warm scent swam around him and drew him in, the pliant and soft lips parting to let Weiss in deeper.
Tongues met with a certain degree of urgency, the older humming approvingly when the younger sucked on his bottom lip. Eyes closed and breathing quickened, low mewls mostly from Nero fluttering between them when Weiss' hands threaded into his hair. The Emperor pulled away to suckle on the Sable's earlobe and Nero gasped, kneading his brothers' legs with his fingers subconsciously in the sweet torment.
Normally Nero was so quiet… normally he was stoic and observant, following the orders he was given and rarely raising his voice. During these times though, the times he knew his older brother needed some form of release, he became vocal and wanton- because he knew that's what Weiss liked. Nero would submit to no one, would cry out for no one but for his Emperor.
Nero settled on the floor between Weiss' knees and hooked the claws of his mechanical wings firmly into the arms of the throne to better hold himself without the use of his currently bound arms. Lips parted only a few times when they needed breath, then the Tsviets would be back to their exploration of each other, a familiar dance neither one nor the other would grow tired of. Tonight was not about Nero's needs; tonight was about his restless brother…
The Sable pulled their lips away to touch his lips tentatively to Weiss' throat, waiting until he received a hum of encouragement before he sucked on the skin there and nibbled on a collarbone. Weiss leaned back in his chair, coaxing Nero forward to be able to keep in contact with him, so the younger was soon draped along his body between his knees, licking and kissing at his brother's flesh. He reached a dusky nipple and brushed his lips over it, relishing the sharp intake of breath it drew from the Emperor and delivering a soft bite to the bud just to hear the sound again. Weiss liked it this way… he liked to be worshipped and teased and he liked it to be just a little bit rough. Nero knew all these things….
He knew that his brother's ribs were sensitive, and that fondling them with his tongue would force the older male's heart faster. He knew that suckling on Weiss' nipple like it was a lifeline would make him arch closer, and that dipping his pink tongue teasingly into a navel would make knees clench a little on Nero's sides. These were things no one else knew about Weiss, things that made Nero's chest swell with pride and an eager purr tremble through his throat while he nuzzled his brother's hip. Hardness pressed to his cheek and again he felt another rush of satisfaction. Only he could get the Emperor hot like this… make his skin flush with color, his eyes narrow and darken, lips to part and fingers to clench in the arms of his throne in some pursuit of control.
Belts loosened of their own accord and fell away to release Nero's arms from their crossed position on his chest. He leaned away just enough to readjust and then lowered again to run his fingers up and across his brother's broader chest. Their skin almost matched- a dusty pale resulting more from lack of sunlight than from anything else, and Nero's black fingernails contrasted sharply as they dragged pink lines across hardened abs. Another intake of breath, another belt was pulled away; this one to release Weiss' eager sex. A more eager mouth attached to the weeping head and licked away the beads of precum, a hand fisted itself in raven locks to further encourage him.
The Sable made soft sounds of delight as he encircled the crown of his leader's member with his lips, using one hand to guide the ever-thickening organ into his mouth. Weiss growled appreciatively and the hand tightened in the black locks, Nero relaxing his throat to let the Emperor push himself further into the hot, wet cavern. Weiss was thick and long both, a treat that Nero always loved to taste, and one he often longed to feel pushing up inside of him. The darker haired Tsviet bobbed his head at the pace he knew his brother liked, scraping his teeth lightly over the engorged flesh on the way back and sucking on the head before hallowing out his cheeks on the way back down. Weiss thrust up into Nero's welcoming mouth, the heat coiling through his body with every drag of black nails on his stomach and partly revealed hips.
The pressure built and left Weiss breathless… a tongue that was too hot was running along the underside of his sex from base to the slit at the tip and precum was dripping almost consistently from him. He watched with hooded eyes as his brother took all he had to give, watched himself disappear into a mouth that was only ever revealed to him, watched as folds of black hair that escaped his clutching fingers fell around a pale face and obsidian nails occasionally pawed through the small trail of white curls beneath his navel.
The resistance broke, and with it went Weiss' careful control of himself, and he was cuming hard. He shuddered and bit into his own lip to prevent any sound escape, save for a low snarl from exiting his mouth, but kept his eyes open with some difficulty to watch Nero adjust himself and swallow him down. He stroked his length a few times slowly; milking the seed from his emperor until the older Tsviet had no more to give. The hand released form the black silk and instead tucked himself away when Nero had let go of his manhood with a small popping sound.
Sable crawled up into White's lap and Weiss turned him so that Nero could lie back against his chest and listen to the quickly beating heart and the fast breaths the emperor was attempting to use to replenish the supply of oxygen that had suddenly seemed so scarce. Nero licked the remaining moisture off of his lips and turned his head so he could kiss Weiss. This was a much longer, slower kiss than before as the older tasted himself on a pink tongue, but it turned into a shuddered gasp on the raven's part when a hand pressed between his legs and rubbed his neglected member through the cloth of the Tsviet uniform. He keened, writhing a little on his brother's lap and wasn't sure what to do with his hands so he just crossed them again somewhat habitually. Sharp teeth grazed the shell of his ear and Weiss's mouth latched itself to Nero's jaw, determined to leave a mark there in his own possessive desire.
The friction was teasing Nero, pushing heat into an already over-sensitized area and making his toes curl within his boots in both delight and frustration.
“Nii….san…” he somehow managed, the blush across his cheeks conflicting beautifully with the pearl like skin and the dull blood red eyes.
“Yes Nero?” but Nero didn't seem to have any more words he could think of to respond so Weiss chuckled, but slipped his hand into the almost invisible folds of the uniform, pulling the belt loose so that the fabric could peel away and free the previously restricted member. Nero wasn't as big as his brother was, but nor was he even close to being small by any means, and his sex sprang free into the emperor's waiting hand. The Sable bucked his hips as a firm hand explored his length, the other coiling through the folds to grasp his balls and roll them in his palm. Nero's hands went to his brother's arms and he arched his head back against the other male's shoulder, the wings flexed out and forward to try and stay out of Weiss' way and not jab him by accident. The first time they had done this, a wing tip had stabbed the Emperor in the arm… Nero had never been so embarrassed and apologetic in his life- he'd been horrified that he'd maimed his beloved brother…
A gentle squeeze to his sex sent the remainder of coherent thought out the window, and Nero mewled and moaned freely, twisting himself in time with the pumps from his brother. With each tug, Weiss pulled him closer to that oblivion, to the point of numbness and pleasure and too much… with each press of a thumb to the slit he groaned and twitched and cried out his brother's name into the echoing emptiness of the throne room.
He forgot where they were, forgot that Azul or Shelke or Rosso could walk in right now seeking audience with Weiss and come across them like this. Neither of them could bring themselves to care about that possibility- but something in Nero just -knew- that if someone walked in, it was highly unlikely that Weiss would stop jerking him and still be able to carry on a conversation while Nero couldn't help but continue to push himself into his brother's hand. A twisted thought, but one that made him all the hotter anyway. The uniform was too tight; all the belts were holding him in but tonight was not for undressing…
A sharper nip at his ear finally pushed Nero over the edge and he released himself into Weiss' hand, his mouth open in a silent cry of bliss as the hand slowed. He worked him until the spasms had ceased and the raven has stopped thrashing, murmuring soft things into his hair and hot breath tickling the partly covered neck.
For several minutes there was only the sound of heavy breathing, then the wings released the throne and Weiss had lifted Nero.
“Nii-san?” Nero asked groggily as he was being carried away, but it took a tremendous effort to even slightly care where they were going. When he found it to be Weiss' sleeping quarters, he relaxed further and struggled to stay awake as his brother removed the wings, setting the constructs aside and releasing all the belts from Nero's body so he could clean him of his own seed and lay him down on the large bed.
“Sleep.” The Emperor order as he lay down beside the mostly undressed Sable, and Nero curled into the warm embrace beneath the blankets, letting the order soothe his mind into quiet peace. When he was deep into slumber, Weiss traced a finger over the pale lips and smiled faintly to himself…
Nero belonged to him…
Weiss would gladly peel the flesh off of challengers with their own spines if anyone ever touched His brother.
With that last somewhat comforting thought, Weiss coiled his strong arms around his narrow brother and nuzzled into the feathery black hair to finally let himself rest, the troubles of the day melting off in the presence of the one person who Knew him.
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