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They'd lost. The young ninja girl laid unconscious next to him on the cold metal floor of the Shinra building. He was fighting consciousness as well, his head bleeding, his body sliced and battered. He was roughly jerked up, his hands cuffed behind his back while his companion was thrown over the shoulder of a trooper like a sack of potatoes.
Before he fell into complete darkness, there was a man, the man they'd fought against, was approaching him. He saw pinkish-red feline-like eyes before finally he succumbed to darkness.
"An experiment you say?" The white haired man sat upon a throne-like chair, stroking the head of his beloved younger brother. "What kind of experiment?" The dark haired man shook his head, nuzzling against the older man's thigh. "I'm not sure Weiss, but I overheard those researchers say you would be involved."
The man raised an eyebrow, "Oh? How interesting." Weiss patted his lap, "Come, Nero." Nero didn't mind sitting on his knees beside his brother. He felt so impure compared to him. But Weiss didn't seem to care about any of that.
Nero got to his feet, immediately Weiss pulled him into his lap, holding him tightly. Nero rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes, enjoying the comforting gesture. It was rare for them to get time alone like this, so whenever they did, they enjoyed every second of it.
"N-Nero..."
Both brother's gave an annoyed look to the researcher who dared interrupt their quality time. The pitiful researcher was surrounded with guards and a Restrictor. Nero was torn away from his brother by the guards and escorted out.
"Will you come quietly?" Restrictor's voice echoed inside of the helmet. With a chuckle, Weiss rose from his throne. "Sure. I wouldn't dare give you any problems, Restrictor." "Just walk!"
The "experiment room" was a strange one. It resembled a love hotel, a luxurious bed, with a romantic interior design. The sweet aroma of chocolate and something flora filled Nero's nostrils, almost making the Tsviet gag. There was a long mirror on the opposite side of the room, directly in front of the bed.
This was different from the usual ice cold laboratory filled with painful equipment and mako tanks. Nero was escorted inside of the room, stopping in front of the mirror. An officer reached to remove his face guard, instinctively Nero flinched back, spreading his wings. "Calm down, primadonna."
Nero allowed the man to get close to him and remove the mask. His hair falling in his face, covering his eyes. "Where...where is Weiss?" Unless he misunderstood, his brother was supposed to be a part of this strange experiment. "Just know that he's watching." "Watching?"
Just then, the lanky researcher walked up to him with a syringe in his hands. "Now...Nero," he was shaking like a leaf, terrified. "I...j-just hold out your tongue, okay?" Nero obliged, opening his mouth and holding out his tongue like he was asked.
The needle pricked the base of his tongue. The pink liquid that was inside of the syringe was soon being infected inside of Nero's mouth. It wasn't an unbearable flavour, it was just uncomfortable, he never had an injection like this before.
The researcher was nice enough to clean the excess fluid running down the Tsviet's pale face. "There...It should take effect fairly soon...Bring in the other one." Another soldier nodded, rushing off to retrieve "the other one".
Nero felt odd. His breathing was irregular, his body was heating up despite the room being a decent temperature. His bodysuit felt intensely uncomfortable and tight all of a sudden. He whined, doubling over in a sad attempt to cease the feeling.
A man was escorted in, he was completely bare and obviously displeased about it. Nero locked eyes with him, though his mind felt foggy, he remembered this man. The Wutaian.
Weiss was escorted into a dark room with it's only light source being from the room on the other side of the one-way mirror. He was instructed to sit in the only chair in the room. Restrictor stood a few feet away from him, leaning against the wall. "You are not to take your eye's off what's happening. Understand?"
Weiss didn't respond, he was curious as to why his brother was acting so strangely. "What are they doing to him?" Restrictor chuckled, "That'd ruin the fun if I just told you. Watch to find out." Weiss popped his knuckles, his eyes staring intently at his little brother.
Nero dropped to his knees, unable to hold himself up anymore. He laid on his chest on the soft carpeted floor of the room, his hips rising up. "Look at the slut," mocked one of the guards. "That's all he's good for, being Weiss's little cock sucking slut." "W..eiss…?" Nero moaned out his brother's nameーto which amused the guards, making them mock him more. Laughing.
The Wutaian didn't know what was going on, but he knew what he had to do to save him and most importantly, Yuffie.
"I'm ready."
With that, the guards all left the room alongside the researcher. Leaving the two lab rats alone. He approached the Tsviet, kneeling down, he spoke, "My name is Sonon." He thought it'd be rude not to at least introduce himself to the person he was about to do unspeakable things to. Nero rose his head, those feline-like eyes hated with lust.
"Son...So...Help...help me...help me…" He was begging. Sonon felt sick to his stomach, this was actually exciting him. This man so easily defeated him hours earlier, but now he was on his knees with his ass in the air in front of him. He didn't have time to regret any of his future decisions, he was on a time limit. He had to save Yuffie.
"You'll have 45 minutes," one of the scientists said to him, "You're going to have sex with Nero until he falls unconscious. Think of it as...a punishment for him and Weiss. Do whatever you have to, he's not human, he can take it."
Sonon didn't waste another second, gripping the soft onyx hair, he lifted Nero's head to his cock. The Tsviet held out his tongue, flicking it over the slit. That wasn't good enough. Sonon muttered an apology before shoving the man's head down. He felt the Tsviet's nose on his pubic hair. Nero's eyes widened, wiggling his body from side to side, signaling that he was uncomfortable.
Sonon thrusted into the man's mouth, mentally apologizing with every movement. Nero felt his eyes roll back, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think straight. The Wutaian held his head in place as a warm liquid filled his throat.
Slowly, he pulled the Tsviet's head from his cock;saliva and semen sticking to his pale, flushed face. Nero held his tongue out, panting like a dog as Sonon examined him. He was fairly attractive, a cute face and a nice body. He didn't have much experience with males, but that wasn't the point. Yuffie. Doing this for Yuffie.
Sonon helped Nero lay flat on his back, his legs gapped open. The Tsviet's dick print was clearly visible through the tight bodysuit. Sonon reached for the zipper on the front of the bodysuit, pulling it down to free the man's cock and ass. "Please forgive me." Sonon placed one of the Tsviet's legs over his shoulder before aligning his cock with the puckering hole.
He took a breath before plunging into the younger looking man. Nero screamed, in pleasure or pain?ーit was hard to tell. His back arched off the carpet and he was sinking his lips into his lip. Sonon even grunted, his insides were so tight he could barely move to get a rhythm going.
"N-No..!" Nero whined, looking at him with pleading eyes, "Big...it's so..big.!. So good..! Bigger...b-bigger than...We..ah.!." Nero was practically sucking him in, his insides begging to be destroyed. Sonon compiled and began moving his hips, pistoning into Nero's wanton body. "More.!. More.!."
Weiss was gripping the arm of the chair with enough force to bend the steel. Restrictor was having a blast watching the "emperor" get more and more enraged. "Was he about to say your name? Say that this human is so much bigger than you? How fascinating." Restrictor was fucking with him now, trying to get under his skin and by God was it working. Weiss's leg was shaking as he snapped one of the arms of the steel chair off, bending and shaping it in the palm of his hand.
"You shouldn't be fucking your own blood anyway, you sick fuck." The insults and mockery didn't affect Weiss. It was the fact that someone other than himself was touching Nero in places only he was allowed to touch. All he needed was a minute, one brief moment, and this man would be dead alongside Restrictor, alongside the researchers and scientists and everyone else in this building.
Weiss watched as the Wutaian pushed his brother against the mirror. Weiss sat up straight, staring into his brother's hazy eyes. He could see Weiss, but Weiss could see him. It wasn't jealousy he was feeling. It was pure unrivaled rage.
Nero's legs felt like jelly, his body hurt, he was tired, on the brink of fainting. His entire body was sensitive from earlier, after releasing. Sonon didn't give him a second to breathe before shoving his cock back inside him. His thrusts were ruthless with keen accuracy, hitting that sweet bundle of nerves that made the Tsviet see stars.
Nero's legs immediately gave out, but Sonon caught him by the waist, never ceasing his onslaught of thrusts. Nero was babbling nonsense, slurring his words as he was fucked senseless.
Sonon felt himself getting close. Maybe soon this entire thing will end and he'll be able to go home with Yuffie again by his side. One final thrust was enough to make him blow his load inside the Tsviet's worn body. Sonon released his waist, instantly Nero fell to the floor, motionless.
Had he done it? Was it in time? Could he leave? Another minute or so went by and nothing happened, no one came. He assumed it was because Nero wasn't fully unconscious. Sonon...was starting to enjoy this. More than he should be. He got to his knees, his slick dick in his hand. Nero was laying on his side, taking in slow breaths, his eyes closed.
Sonon pushed himself inside once again. Nero had loosened up so much since they'd started, it felt like his insides had taken the shake of Sonon's cock. "You were made for me…" Sonon groaned out as he rocked his hips into Nero's body. The Tsviet was unresponsive.
Who knows how long this actually went on for. To Sonon it only felt like a few moments before the guards were opening the door, commenting about the mess the two had made. A guard put his boot on Nero's side, kicking him onto his stomach, watching as the semen flowed from his gaping hole. "Wooow…,"he gave a low whistle, " Someone had a good time, eh?"
Sonon turned his head away, allowing himself to be escorted out by another set of guards. He didn't know how he felt now. Was he going to be able to leave? Was Yuffie unharmed? What if she isn't, then what? All these questions plagued his mind.
A guard pulled a walkie talkie from the belt clip, "Bring in Weiss."
They cleared the way when they heard the clanking of boots against the metal floors of the hallway. Weiss stood there in the doorway, staring at his disheveled brother. He approached him, slowly, getting down to his knees to cradle his brother in his arms. "I'll kill them." He whispered against his brother's forehead, placing a gentle kiss right on the center. "I'll slaughter them all." Nero didn't stir, not an eyelash was batted.
He collected the smaller man in his arms, rising to his feet, he walked past the guards and Restrictor. Not one dared to stop him, Weiss never looked so calm before. He was obviously infuriated, yet calm.
Weiss entered his throne room, sitting down with his brother in his lap. "The man," he stroked a hair behind his brother's ear, "I will hunt him down and defile him, just how he has done you." He placed a kiss on his brother's soft lips, "After that," he kissed him again, rougher this time, "I'll make you remember who you were truly made for."