Monster
DevFarvahar
Summary:
Nero is a monster who wanted love. But he failed. Weiss wanted to give him love, but he also failed. Or not?
Notes:
My illustration: https://twitter.com/DevelvDeva/status/1 … 3212505179
Chapter 1: First pain
Notes:
I warn you that this is a rather dark, violent and savage story. If you feel discomfort, stop reading to avoid risking your mental state. Also, it is a fantasy and an attempt to explore the dark depths of subconscious nightmares.
These characters are fictional.
Chapter Text
The white light of the laboratory blinded his eyes, the cold metal bound his arms, legs and neck to the chair. The pain made everything turn out, he fell into a semi-fainting state several times. This went on for few hours. The devices beeped. Some kind of mechanism was placed between his legs; Nero did not understand the meaning of this experiment. It was as if something was being pulled from him.
“Weiss... it hurts... help me,” his pale lips, bitten to the point of bleeding, barely whispered. But Weiss wasn't here. Nero was alone in this terrible torture room with cruel scientists.
- Call your brother, he won’t help you anyway, little monster, - Professor Hojo mocked in his vile voice. In a white coat, with a large syringe in his hand.
- Professor, we need to reduce the dosage, otherwise he may lose consciousness, - said another scientist with brown hair and short stubble.
- Don’t worry, Benjamin, this little demon is very resilient.
- But last time the C-345 specimen could not stand it and died...
- And this is Nero, don’t forget, he is the strongest of all, after Weiss, - Hojo said irritably. He didn't like it when people contradicted him, even over small things.
- Okay... - Benjamin looked at Nero with some regret and turned his gaze to the sensors. Nero noticed this pitiful look.
The boy heard the scientists’ conversation in horror and jerked with such force that the restraints were about to break. His superhuman strength was weakened by large doses of the drug, and yet he was stronger than anyone in this room combined.
- You've seen? He’s still resisting,- Hojo told his assistant. He came closer and injected the solution into Nero's shoulder, a burning pain spreading throughout his body. To prevent Nero from biting his lips, Hojo put a rubber thing in his mouth.
- It will all be over soon if you are obedient, - Hojo said deceptively affectionately and ran his white-gloved hand over Nero’s cheek, wet from tears. The boy sobbed and looked at Hojo with hatred. His crimson eyes emitted a hellish glow, the pupil became so narrow that it almost disappeared.
- Wow, you have eyes like my son, cat-like, - Hojo said quietly so that only Nero could hear, - and you are as beautiful as him. Only now you are an unpure being, a creature of darkness. When you were born, you killed your mother. Her death is on your conscience. She was a good mother, she represented a valuable specimen, she gave birth to Weiss. And she could have given birth to more beautiful children if not for you. You are a monster. Whatever you touch, you kill it. That's why we have to tie you up and limit you. And don't look at me like that!
A light poke to the forehead from Hojo and Nero looked away. His heart was pounding, cold sweat running down his pale skin.
The medicine began to work. Nero felt a strange heat that rose from his lower abdomen and spread throughout his body. Hojo reached into the mechanism, turned something off, and removed it from Nero's hips. Nero was wearing a long hospital gown, and underneath it he was naked.
The professor smiled disgustingly, examining Nero's thighs, running his palms along the inside, lifting up his shirt.
“No... don’t,” Nero tried said with difficulty, scared, trying with all his might to escape the touches, but the restraints held him firmly in place.
- You're not pure, are you? Don't pretend to be innocent. I know what you were doing with your brother. Weiss touched you and you willingly gave yourself to him. Come on, tell me you liked it? Haha, I know you liked it. You had no right to touch him, he is the Immaculate and Pure Emperor, and you, a dirty creature, should not defile him with your touches. Now you will be punished for this.
Nero knew about the cameras that were everywhere. But he thought that the cameras were only in the training halls and corridors, and not in the personal rooms of each specimen. His eyes widened in surprise, and from insult and humiliation he whined and grabbed the rubber thing in his mouth with his teeth. His deepest secret was revealed, Hojo knew everything. How could he be so naive? But what could he do? He loved Weiss very much; they had been very close since childhood. At some point, their usual brotherly games gradually developed into caresses and intimate touches, during puberty. His body was changing, his senses were heightened.
The first deep kisses, then intimacy on Weiss's bed, which very soon turned into wild passion. Nero moaned under Weiss, pain mixed with pleasure. They gave in to their instincts. The brothers did not know about human morality; they were not taught the norms of what good and evil are. They were taught only to fight and kill. However, despite this, for them their love and connection were something intimate, precious, important. They promised to always be together, promised loyalty to each other.
And now these scientists were groping him, and Hojo was shamelessly touches his body, his thighs, and was about to do something terrible.
Nero wanted to destroy the entire laboratory and kill everyone in this room. He wanted to snap Hojo's neck. His arms and legs tensed, turned pale-blue, trying to break the bonds.
- Hush, you won't get out. It will only get worse, - Hojo said, - I advise you to relax and provide your genetic material. We need it for research. Your brother provided this too. He was more cooperative.
"What did you do with him?" Nero wanted to ask, but the thing in his teeth and Hojo’s hands on his crotch prevented him from asking.
No matter how hard Hojo tried, he couldn't get anything. Nero resisted. He couldn't even get aroused, despite the stimulation and medication. Hojo was angry.
- How did you piss me off? Okay, let’s try another way, - Hojo turned to his assistant, - Theodore, call the Restrictor! If specimen 677 does not want to give it up voluntarily, we will take it by force. But I must get from him what I need!
A large man with short black hair, Theodore, immediately left the laboratory room through a massive iron door.
At the mention of the Restrictor, Nero shook his head and groaned. Not this! This man was very strong and cruel, all the soldiers of Deepground obeyed him and were afraid of him. He even kept Weiss, the most powerful soldier here, under control with the help of a chip that shocked him in case of disobedience.
If it weren't for the mako-limiters, Nero's darkness would now be released in an energy explosion. But now it swirled inside him, his eyes and skin turned black, the darkness seemed to burn him from the inside, bringing pain.
The tall and gloomy figure of the Restrictor stood in front of him, and what followed happened as if in a fog. Until Nero finally fell into darkness. He didn't hear his own scream, drowned out by the noise in his ears.
***
He woke up later, in a laboratory hospital bed. He slowly opened his eyelashes, which were stuck together from tears; white light, white walls. The smell of medicine and blood. A sickening feeling filled him. He began to remember what happened. The Restrictor raped him, mocked him, and said something about Weiss. It seems that this tyrant has long paid unequivocal attention to the beauty of Nero. The bruises on his thighs hurt from Restrictor's rough hands. His back and legs hurt. The effect of the painkiller still persisted in the form of numbness. Cursing Hojo, the Restrictor, and the entire world, Nero stood up from his bed, groaning. He had mako bracelets on his arms and legs to block his power.
He remembered that Benjamin had brought his body here. Benjamin wrapped the trembling and crying body in a sheet and carried it like a child. Of all the scientists, only Benjamin treated him with a degree of compassion.
Nero got out of bed, and leaning along the wall, slowly crawled towards the shower. It can hardly be called normal walking.
- Weiss... it hurts so much...
***
- Where is my brother? - Weiss shouted, kicking open the door. The staff recoiled in fear from the enraged "Immaculate". The security jerked in his direction, but did not dare to stop him. Only the Restrictor could do this.
- You promised me not to hurt him in exchange for my cooperation! - Weiss yelled and his hands were ready to strangle someone or break all the bones of someone.
Theodore jumped out and began to urgently dial the call to the Restrictor, but did not have time, as Weiss grabbed the metal device and with one hand broke it as if it were made of tin foil.
- Please, calm down, - Theodore put his hands forward in a conciliatory manner, - your brother is in the infirmary, he has recovered and has already woken up, he’s fine, - Theodore was scared, and Weiss barely stopped himself from killing Theodore. But he knew what would happen to him if he did it. So he just snorted, looked angrily at everyone and walked like a lion into the hospital ward.
At the entrance to Nero's room, he met Benjamin, who was checking the patient's data on the machine.
- Oh, Weiss, hello, - Benjamin greeted him. The only scientist whose face Weiss didn't want to punch. This scientist had a gentle character, always polite, meek, and he was kind of involved in the education of Nero. He secretly instilled in him knowledge of other things in the world, while the others taught him to hold a weapon, fight, kill.
Weiss wondered how someone like Benjamin ended up in such a terrible place as Deepground. It seems that Benjamin had some kind of sad backstory that he didn't want to talk about.
Both Weiss and Nero would like to know about this, but did not ask him. They didn't trust anyone but each other. Even Benjamin. After all, he worked for Hojo, for this terrible person.
Weiss nodded to Benjamin, who opened the glass door to the room for him, Weiss entered and stopped, looking around. The bed was empty. The chemical smell of medicine hung in the air. It smelled of despair and pain too. He heard rustling from the shower and moved towards it. It was dark in the spacious shower, but Weiss's eyes could see perfectly well in the dark.
- Brother, my dear, - Weiss said softly, watching in horror as Nero sat on the floor of the shower near the bathroom, huddled in a corner, hugging his knees. The white long shirt reached mid-calf. He wore restraint bracelets on his hands and feet. Black, long hair covered most of his face, and his skin was covered in bruises. Patterns of darkness moved under his skin, unable to find a way out. Weiss felt a lump in his throat. He called his brother again.
The red eyes looked up, and for the first few seconds Nero didn't seem to recognize Weiss. Weiss approached carefully, holding out his hands.
- It’s me, Weiss, your brother, - he knelt in front of him and touched his shoulder. Nero pulled away as if from fire, he shrank all over and crawled to the side.
- Please don’t touch me, - Nero whispered and covered his face with his hands. Weiss felt Nero's emotions, he pulled away from him not out of fear, but out of shame.
- I am defiled... - Nero said quietly, - they... used my body.
- Nero, nothing can make you dirty in my eyes, - Weiss said, - and they will all pay for what they did to you.
He tried to touch Nero again, but Nero pulled away again and shook his head.
- No, I'm dirty. I'm disgusting. I'm a monster. You do not understand....
- Did they tell you that?
- My darkness killed our mother. Was she really good? I shouldn't have been born. Whatever I touch, I kill it. And I don't want to hurt you. You are the Immaculate and Pure Light... you are the life and future of the world, and I am the offspring of darkness and hell.
Nero whispered randomly, swaying rhythmically. Weiss nevertheless sat closer to him and hugged him. Nero screamed and tried to escape, but Weiss's strong hands pressed him tightly to his broad chest. He ran his hands through the soft black hair, soothingly.
- Nero, this is all nonsense. Don't believe this drivel. You are the most precious thing I have. I love you. It's not your fault what happened. You are not a monster. You are my brother. Beloved brother.
The fragile body in Weiss's embrace froze and then trembled. His face was buried in Weiss's neck, who felt the hot liquid dripping onto his skin. Nervous tension, pain of humiliation, sadness, stress, all this burst out in the form of sobs. Nero cried for a long time, Weiss had never seen Nero so weak and helpless, so broken. His already shaky mind broke.
Weiss held him tightly and rocked him, wanting with all his heart to comfort his younger brother. He felt mentally and physically bad for Nero. He felt every one of his sufferings as if it were his own, and no matter how much he wanted to find healing, he couldn't.
No matter how much his rage burned now, he could not avenge his brother. If he kills Hojo and the Restrictor now, the virus activated by the chip in the brain will kill him in three days, and who will care about Nero then? If he does this, it will only be when Nero is in a more or less adequate state, and when a cure for the virus is found.
He imagined how he would destroy the Restrictor in the most brutal ways. He will present his head as a gift to Nero in order to wash away the insult inflicted by the Restrictor.
He will kill Hojo and everyone responsible for Nero's abuse.
Weiss carefully pulled away from Nero after his bout of crying and hysteria had passed to pick him up and return him to the bed.
Exhausted, Nero fell asleep. Weiss lifted his bangs and kissed his forehead.
- Sleep well, my angel.
He covered him with a sheet and looked at Nero with sadness. On white skin with purple and blue-green stains that made his heart clench. On wet long eyelashes, on painful dark circles around sad eyes. His beauty was touched by the rust of illness and suffering. Weiss sighed heavily. He sat down on the bed, then lay down next to him, hugging Nero with love.
Weiss lay in this position for quite a long time, perhaps several hours, until he was called. Weiss left Nero with a heavy feeling, promising to return as soon as possible. He knew that Nero heard him.
***
The lights in the room are dimmed, it’s time to sleep. Benjamin was on duty, he was doing business on the computer, and when he finished, he took out a book and started reading. Behind him he heard the quiet sound of footsteps, he noticed movement.
Nero. He seemed like a shadow of himself, almost transparent and colorless.
- Good evening, - Benjamin said and smiled.
- You are on duty again, - Nero said, stopping where the light from the table lamp did not fall on him.
- Yes, I myself insisted on this, although someone else had to replace me, - Benjamin adjusted his glasses and put the book aside.
Nero paused and asked:
- Why?
- Well, because I wanted to make sure you were okay.
- Why do you care about me?
“I’m a monster” - it was stuck in his throat unspoken.
Benjamin sighed thoughtfully.
- It’s... hard to explain, - he hesitated, - come on, sit down, - he pointed to the chairs nearby. Nero slowly walked over and sat down. The light fell on the lower part of his body and half of his face. Benjamin couldn't read from his facial expression what he was thinking.
- I knew your father. He was a friend to me and a brilliant scientist. He was as much a hostage to the situation as your mother. As I. So do we all. And... I’m very sorry for what happened to you... - Benjamin continued carefully, - Hojo is actually a terrible person, but he has connections, money, influence. He's the boss here.
- Why are you working for him then? - Nero asked, looking at how the man excitedly clenched and unclenched his fingers. Benjamin has been here for as long as Nero can remember.
- The fact is that... my beloved wife is sick. I needed to find a cure and I needed money. Hojo found a cure, they are very expensive and rare. He offered help in exchange for work. I'm an expert in my field. I was promised protection and safety. I knew that Deepground was engaged in unethical biological experiments on people, but I did not know all the details. And now that I am involved in all this, that Shinra has provided treatment and financial assistance to my wife, I am indebted to them and cannot refuse. Honestly, I feel so terrible that I have tried to leave many times. The weight of guilt weighs on me every day. But if I leave, Hojo will stop supplying me with medicine, and without it, my wife...
Benjamin fell silent and smiled bitterly.
- I love her too much. She's all I have. I can't lose her.
- Like Weiss to me, - Nero said.
- Yes. This is love.
- Love... - Nero seemed to taste this word. He heard this from Weiss, he told Weiss this himself. But he didn't hear it from another person here. He wanted to know what love is. Intuitively he understood this feeling, but how to describe it in words?
Benjamin took the book in his hands, opened it and began to read, his voice sounding soft, deep, and pleasing:
“Love is patient, kind, not jealous, not boastful. It is not puffed up with pride, does not behave inappropriately, is not selfish, is not irritable, does not count its grievances, does not rejoice in what is unjustice, but rejoices with the truth wins out. It always protects, always believes, always hopes, always endures. Love will never end, although prophecies will cease, and the gift of knowledge of languages will come to an end..."
- This is the most beautiful hymn of love ever recorded by mankind, - Benjamin added on his own and raised his eyes from the book to Nero.
Nero sat with his head down and thought about every word he heard.
- So this is what love is... - Nero said sadly and shook his head, - alas, I don’t know these definitions. I know the words, but I don't know these... feelings.
- You will know.
- No. I'm not even human. I am a creature of darkness and death, doomed to eternal suffering, and bringing suffering to others.
- Everyone has hope of salvation. Even for a creature like you, - Benjamin tried to encourage him. He leaned down, extended his hand, and shook Nero's hand reassuringly.
- If love lives in your heart, then there is light in you. Love is light. Light is love.
“Weiss is my light,” Nero thought and closed his eyes. But for some reason he felt sad. The feeling he felt for Weiss was not like the bright and pure feeling that Benjamin described. It was a dark obsession and passion, possessiveness, jealousy, a manic desire to merge with Weiss, to be everything in his life, and for Weiss to need him in the same way. He was ready to kill for Weiss. He wanted to possess him, as well as belong to him. He worship him and, at the same time, satisfy his own wildest desires with him and only with him. Is this love?
But now... no matter how much he wanted to hug and kiss Weiss, the disgusting and painful aftertaste after the violence did not give him repentance, did not give him moral permission to allow Weiss to touch him more than his brother. He felt exhausted from this struggle. He wanted Weiss so much, and he also felt intense disgust for his body.
He hated Hojo, the Restrictor, and everyone who was responsible for causing pain.
***
The next day Weiss came, after the morning battle. He smelled of strength and... blood, despite the shower he had taken.
Nero hardly slept; he spent the entire night shift wandering around the hospital ward, under the supervision of Benjamin.
The bruises were almost healed due to his super-regeneration, and overall he looked better than yesterday. He was given vitamins and nutritional solution through an IV.
- Nero, - Weiss rushed to him and hugged him, - they told me that you are being discharged from the hospital soon and you are returning to our usual routine.
Nero shyly hugged Weiss back.
- I missed you, my beloved brother.
- I missed you too. and I dreamed about you, - Weiss said and began to cover Nero’s face with kisses.
But Nero protested when Weiss's lips covered his own lips, drawing him into passionate caresses.
- Wait, - Nero rested his thin hands on Weiss’s powerful chest.
- What's happened? - Weiss was surprised and looked at Nero’s face.
Nero looked away and bit his lips. He didn't know how to explain.
- It just... it hurts, not physically, it just... - he answered awkwardly. Weiss gasped and took his face with his hands, tenderly, affectionately.
- I'm sorry.
-You won't leave me, Weiss? - Nero suddenly asked, not wanting to let Weiss go. He clung to him.
- Never. I will always be with you. Nothing will separate us, - Weiss assured. He stroked his cheek and moved closer to his lips to kiss him again.
- Ah, Weiss, - Nero put his arm around Weiss' neck and pulled him into bed. Weiss leaned over him:
- Let me comfort your pain.
He kissed him, as before, with passion and love, Nero did not respond at first, he simply opened his lips, immersing himself in the sensations and allowing Weiss to act. Gradually he began to respond, his hands stroking Weiss's snow-white beautiful mane.
And it was as if everything was back as before. Only Weiss noticed the change in Nero's behavior. He was nervous, his movements were twitchy and erratic, Nero kissed Weiss frantically, as if he wanted to wash away the touches of strangers to him, as if he wanted to burn them out with the flame of love for Weiss. He moaned, panted and bit his lips and Weiss's lips, wanted to feel the pain from Weiss, as if it could drown out the other pain inflicted before. He wanted Weiss to fill him with himself.
He didn’t care that someone could come in, he didn’t hold back his voice, it didn’t matter when everyone already knew about their relationship.
Benjamin looked through the glass door a couple of times to check how the date was going, and turned away, blushing at what he saw.
No matter how he felt about this kind of relationship, he understood the whole situation of Nero and Weiss, and believed that in this hell they could only find solace in each other, even if he did not approve of such an intimate relationship between brothers.
Especially after what he saw in the laboratory, what other scientists did, Hojo, and Restrictor... what terrible humiliation and violence the specimens were subjected to - incest is the least of the evils in this dark underground world.
Чё-то типа плачей "не оцынили гиниальный рассказ пра виликаю любофф" или как-то так. Она же раньше регулярно ныла из-за того что в твиттерочке лайков недоставили или еще как-то внимания недодали.
моя бабушка любила Кармелиту, а я люблю гомоармию хдд