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The sound of metal grinding against metal was the only sound in the room. Metal tools on metal wings. Nero stood motionless, allowing the Deepground SOLDIER to perform maintenance on the deadly prosthetics. 

It had been almost three years since Shinra’s control over Deepground had been cut off. Almost three years since they had been trapped beneath Midgar itself. Naturally, in those three years there were no scientists to keep Nero’s wings in order, thus SOLDIERs must perform such a task. Luckily for Nero, Deepground’s SOLDIERs were elite in almost any task given to them, including repairing machines and mechanisms.

The man working away behind him was silent. Nero was taciturn himself, therefore the two remained in the comfortable silence of the dark Tsviet’s private room. Unlike Rosso and Azul, who had laid claim to huge living areas for themselves, Nero chose a small room. It was the room he and Weiss had shared until they were teenagers. 

The room looked the same. Spartan, with a small metal frame bed, a chest for items, a small bathroom, and a table. The small table now held the blood stained helmet of a Restrictor, whose head Nero severed himself. The line between room and prison cell was a bit blurred, yet he still preferred to stay in these quarters.

“Finished sir.” The man behind him mumbled, putting his tools away in a utility pocket.

Nero flexed the wing open, rotating it a bit to make sure everything was in order. “Excellent.” He nodded without looking back. The SOLDIER paused, as if in thought. Nero looked back at him over his shoulder with a mixture of irritation and curiosity.

Finally, the man spoke up. “Do they hurt, sir?”

Of course, Nero knew he could only mean the mechanical monstrosities strapped to his back. Studying the man’s standard issue Deepground mask, Nero felt he was off. It was as if something was familiar about the man. Typically, he ignored the grunt SOLDIERs, but this one gave off a different aura. 

Turning his gaze away, Nero closed his eyes and gave an honest answer. They were comrades after all. Why not be sincere? “No. Not anymore.”

“Ah. Forgive me.” The man saluted and made for the exit.

“Halt, SOLDIER.” Nero’s command instantly froze the man in his tracks. “Why did you ask?” He turned his full attention to the man standing half-way in the door.

Shaking his head as if dizzy, the man answered quietly. “I don’t really know. I’ve been performing maintenance on them for a while now and only realized how heavy they are.”

“Yes, they are quite heavy.” Nero agreed, suspiciously amicably. This was bothering Nero now. He had never spoken much to the man before now, but even his voice was familiar. Finally, Nero’s posture straightened from a depressed slouch, to one more fitting for his rank. “Come here and kneel.” 

“Yes, sir.” The man obeyed, crouching to one knee. 

Nero tilted his head to the side. “Take your helmet off.” 

Without a word, the man released the lock on his Deepground SOLDIER mask and removed it. He held his helmet at his side under his arm, not looking up.

Almost choking, Nero’s red eyes widened in shock. It was indeed a familiar face. Tan skin, spiky brown hair and deep brown eyes. The man who he had done battle with a few years prior. He was ordered to return the bodies he had absorbed that day, especially the Wutaian ninja. Naturally he had assumed the man was dead. But here he was, in the flesh. 

“Tell me your name.” Nero tried to keep his voice from going shrill with excitement. Oh how he had missed the fun he had with this man. He hadn’t forgotten, however, this man surely must have.

“Designated SOLDIER Trooper: SK-2097”

“Ah, yes…you must have been an experiment from the surface no doubt?” The Tsviet ventured.

The young man answered polite yet mechanical. “Forgive me commander, I’m not entirely sure. It’s safe to assume that’s the case.” 

“Of course, it is very rare for Deepground SOLDIERs from the surface to retain memories…”

Finally, the brown eyed man turned his head up, meeting Nero’s blood chilling gaze. “Sir, if I may…why are you asking me?” For a moment his chest stung and his heart pounded in his chest.

“You don’t recognize me?” Nero whispered, barely audibly.

The former-ninja gazed up at his superior with a mixture of confusion and dread. “I…don’t…” He struggled to form the sentence, as if something deep inside him was afraid to recall. Despite this, he kept his calm and detached tone.

“Perhaps this will remind you?” No sooner had he finished the sentence than he had plucked his pistol from his hip with a mechanical hand and pointed it at the man.

Still on one knee, Sonon didn’t so much as flinch as the gun was trained on his head.

A bit disappointed, Nero tilted his head to the side lazily. “Pity…” He pulled the trigger, precisely aiming so that the bullet merely grazed his cheek. 

The searing pain from his cheek still left the man with no reaction. With a clenched jaw, he endured the pain. He was a Deepground SOLDIER after all. Their bodies and minds had been rewritten to fight through pain or torture.

Nero was strangely impressed at the man’s stoic bravery. Even seasoned Deepground SOLDIERs trembled in his presence. Despite being impressed, Nero lowered his gun disappointed. “So you really don’t remember?”

Sonon shook his head. “No, sir.”

For a moment, Nero wanted to blurt out his name, his little sister’s name, maybe even the bothersome ninja girl he traveled with. What was her name again? Ah yes, Yuffie. Yes…he remembered all these things vividly. They were strangely cherished memories. One of the last times he was allowed to freely hunt before being locked away in stasis for good. 

Sighing deeply, Nero decided not to forcibly jar the man’s memories. Perhaps this situation was something he could take advantage of? Returning his gun to its holster, Nero walked over to the still kneeling man. With his skeletal metal hand, he brushed through Sonon’s dark brown hair.

Sonon tensed at the touch. He couldn’t imagine what the commander of Deepground wanted with him. The strange touching went on for too long in his mind. It wasn’t violent or painful though. Perhaps it was even nice? Nice to feel the gentle caress of another after years in this brutal prison. 

“Are you loyal to Deepground?” Nero practically whispered.

Eyes closed, letting the strange hand rake through his hair, Sonon nodded gently. “Hail Weiss…”

Nero’s heart skipped a beat. No matter how many times he heard the phrase, it always made him proud to be the little brother of the emperor. 

“Good.” Nero smiled behind the mask. “Stand up.”

Sonon did as he was told and stood at attention in front of the dark Tsviet. 

“Step closer to me SOLDIER…” 

“Yes, sir…” Sonon held his breath as he stepped forward, closing the gap between them, almost touching Nero.

Tilting his head ever so slightly, Nero squinted at him. “You can touch me.”

“Sir?” 

“Perhaps you don’t understand, that was more of an order than a suggestion.”

For a moment, Sonon thought this was some sort of cruel game the commander was playing with him. He had a strange feeling in his gut that Nero loved to play. After a nervous pause, the former-ninja realized this was no game. Nero’s eyes betrayed no hint of a joke or cruelty. He only looked sad and lonely and so very tired.

“Yes…sir…” He finally mumbled, placing shaking hands on the Tsivet’s arms. Nero melted into his arms at the gentle touch, burying his face against Sonon’s chest. His fluffy raven hair tickled the ninja’s face. It smelled sickly sweet, bitter, almost like chemicals and metal. Sonon didn’t find it unpleasant. 

“Big brother…” Nero whispered against his chest, his voice muffled. 

Sonon could feel Nero’s body tremble against his own. He felt afraid of what this interaction meant. Afraid it would go further. Despite the inner conflict, he went against himself and spread his arms wider to fully embrace Nero. Holding him tighter to his chest, he remained silent. The way Nero was acting made him slightly sad. Was the commander so lonely and touch starved?

Pulling away from Sonon slightly, Nero looked up at him with emptiness in his gaze. The ninja couldn’t help himself and brought his hand up to caress Nero’s cheek.

Nuzzling into the touch, Nero closed his eyes. “My mask…undo the strap covering my mouth…” He whispered.

Nodding, Sonon understood. Carefully, he managed to removed the mouth strap, revealing pale greyish lips. He studied Nero’s mostly unobscured face now. It was smooth and untouched by the light of the sun. His features were soft and feminine, but looked darkened by a lifetime of heartache. 

“Kiss me…” Nero commanded quietly.

With wide eyes, Sonon couldn’t believe what he was hearing “Sir…I…I couldn’t possibly…” He mumbled, his heart about to beat out of his chest. 

“That’s an order.” He left no room for further dissent.

“Yes…commander…” Sonon whispered, his lips slowly going for Nero’s. Hovering over his soft looking lips, the ninja was breathing heavily. He was terrified of this moment. He had never touched a man like this…held a man like this…now here he was, about to kiss his commander. But something deep inside him wanted this. Craved this. It had been too long since he had indulged in the desires of the heart and body.

Closing his eyes, he leaned in and gave into this hunger inside him. His warm lips met Nero’s cold ones. He could feel Nero exhale heavily through his nose. 

“Mmm…” Nero hummed. It wasn’t Weiss, but it was a big strong older brother. A man he had thought about quite a bit ever since their battle. These muscular arms and this warm embrace would suffice to fill the hole in his heart. 

For a moment, Sonon broke away from the kiss to catch his breath, which he had been holding. 

“More…” Nero whispered against his parted mouth. Without a word, Sonon returned to his lips to hungrily devour them in a passionate kiss. Blindly, and without thinking, Sonon was pushing Nero backwards until he had slammed him against the metal wall.

“Ah!” Nero gasped for a moment as the impact broke their kiss. Immediately, Sonon pressed his body against Nero’s and leaned both hands around his neck against the wall as he kissed him again. He slipped his tongue between Nero’s lips to enter his mouth. 

Letting a small moan of pleasure escape him, Nero eagerly invited the ninja’s tongue inside his mouth. For a moment, he wished his hands weren’t restrained so he could run them all over Sonon’s body, but he resisted the temptation. There was no telling what he might do if he let his darkness run wild before they had broken through to the surface. 

Sonon didn’t wait for permission or an order, he simply slipped his leg between Nero’s thighs, parting them slightly. He let his thigh brush up against Nero’s crotch.

“Hmm…mmm…” Nero groaned as he let himself grind against the ninja’s leg as they continued to make out. He felt one of Sonon’s hands travel down his waist and thigh, until it slipped down to stroke his erection. Nero froze at the intimate touch. All he could think of was Weiss. All he wanted was Weiss…but this was not his big brother. Breaking away gasping, Nero looked away embarrassed. “Wait…” 

“Forgive me sir. I went too far…” Sonon pulled away ashamed, as if snapped back to reality.

“No!” Nero gripped him by the bicep with his metal hand, pulling him back. “It’s not that…I want it. But I don’t think I can…not yet…”

“Understood.” Sonon nodded, studying Nero’s sad yet frustrated expression. His face was flushed from the make out session.

Looking shyly back up at him, Nero’s expression softened. “But I’d like to feel your warmth until then…”

“You’ll keep me around?” Sonon joked. He was a little surprised at himself for the joke. It had been a long time since he had let his carefree attitude slip. 

“Yes…” Nero whispered as he leaned up to kiss the him on the mouth. Sonon pulled him into a warm embrace, returning the kiss. 

Nero knew this couldn’t replace his beloved brother, but perhaps this man he had tangled in his darkness could fill that role. The warmth of an older brother…

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In the old arena of Deepground, a small group of soldiers had gathered to watched a fight that had broken out during training. Encircled by jeering troops, a certain SOLDIER trooper wielding a staff was fighting with all his might against another of the same kind. 

“You bastard!” The former ninja shouted at his opponent as he swung his weapon to sweep his legs. “I said take it back!”

Barely leaping over the staff and dodging a punch from him, the other SOLDIER scoffed, “Tch! No way! I meant what I said!” He swung his sword, nearly slicing Sonon’s jugular. “What are you gonna do? Tell on me to the commander?”

Growling from the taunt, Sonon threw his weapon down and brashly pounced on the man. The shock of force caused the SOLDIER to drop his sword. Raining blows upon the man, the ex ninja began demanding the man recant. 

Despite his helmet being bashed repeatedly, the man refused. Before he could even beg for his life, a booming voice cut through the din. Both men froze, recognizing it as Azul the Cerulean’s voice. The huge man parted the sea of various troop types and stopped near the two, arms folded.

“And just what is going on here?” Azul raised his brow, genuinely interested in the sudden fight. Since the old days of Shinra, troops weren’t allowed to kill each other anymore. Of course they still had brutal training regimens, but they weren’t expendable like they used to be. Even the weakest infantrymen and mindless beast SOLDIERs served a purpose in digging their way to the surface. 

“This man questioned the commander’s authority.” Sonon reported, standing up.

“Oh?” The large blue man turned to the other trooper. “Is this true?”

“All I said was that the commander doesn’t seem fit to lead. He only has the role because the emperor won’t show his face.”

For a moment, Azul simply weighed the man’s words in his mind. After a brief silence, he finally spoke, “Never repeat that again. No matter what you think of Nero, his orders come from Weiss. Dissent is not tolerated. If you do not wish to be punished keep your mouth shut.”

The dissenting soldier stiffened at the scolding.

“And as for you.” Azul returned his attention to Sonon. “You bested him with your bare hands. For that I am impressed. Continue to dominate, however, don’t let me catch you two fighting outside of training again.”

“Yes, sir!” Both men shouted in unison as they stood at attention.

Grumbling, Azul stomped off. Even if the SOLDIER had a valid argument about Nero, he didn’t see what good it did to allow dissent among the ranks.

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After the fight, Sonon stormed off to Nero’s quarters. After the strangely intimate moment with the commander, he found himself being called to his room more frequently. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he even enjoyed the strange companionship he had forged with the creepy young man. Nero the Sable. 

The man himself didn’t even know his own name. Perhaps it was better that way? To simply be a faceless Deepground SOLDIER. To live in Deepground was to know suffering and death. Being a man with no memories or feelings to tie him down was almost freeing. Who cares if a Deepground SOLDIER is killed? No one. Not even the commander nor the emperor himself.

As these intrusive thoughts swirled in his mind as always, Sonon finally arrived outside of Nero’s chambers. As he was about to press the button to announce his presence, the metal door slid open on its own.

“The excavation team can’t work any faster Nero. I’m finished with this argument!” A woman with slicked back red hair was just about to angrily leave his room, when she collided with Sonon. Enraged by this, he gripped him by the throat. “You idiot! Watch where you’re going!” Her claws dug in, almost drawing blood. “I’d love to paint the commander’s room red with your blood…” Her ruby lips drew close to his helmet.

“Rosso.” Nero’s voice was cool and collected. “Have I not forbidden you from killing?”

Growling like a caged beast, the fiery woman unhanded Sonon. “I haven’t killed in so long! How am I supposed to have any fun!” She pouted, folding her arms under her ample bosom.

“Once we break through to Midgar’s surface you can kill humans to your liking. But until then, Deepground must remain unified. Shinra’s old ways of pitting us against each other are over.”

“As you wish, Commander.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she let her arms fall to her sides. As she moved to brush past the ex ninja, she drew her weapon and let the blade drag across his arm. “Oops.” She laughed, finally taking her leave.

Sonon didn’t flinch, despite the deliberately inflicted wound. As soon as the sound of her high heels dissipated, Nero let out a frustrated sound.

“The closer we make it to freedom, the more restless Deepground has become. It almost reminds me of the old days.” His gaze wandered with nostalgia. The arena. The blood. Weiss…

“Commander, forgive me. I took part in a fight myself just now.” Sonon lowered himself to one knee at Nero’s feet. Blood dripped from the cut where Rosso’s blade had sliced him, but he ignored it.

Raising an eyebrow, Nero titled his head curiously. “Oh? And did you win?”

“I would have, however, Azul broke up the fight.”

“Hm, well I won’t punish you. However, save it for when we finally take revenge on Shinra and the rest of the humans.”

“I…yes, Sir.” Sonon was a little surprised by his lenience. Nero was notoriously cruel. Was he so fond of the ex ninja already?

“Come. I require you.” Nero ordered before turning on his heels to return to the dark of his room. Somewhat hastily, Sonon rose and followed him. Once the door slid shut and locked, Sonon followed the ritual he and Nero had formed in the last few weeks. He removed his helmet and threw his weapon to the floor to take Nero in a passionate kiss.

In secret, away from the prying eyes of the officers and troops, the Commander had taken a pet of sorts. This man whose secret only he knew. The man who reminded him so much of the past. And who reminded him so much of Weiss.

As Sonon wrapped his arms around the slender man, he felt the same sensation deep within him every time they touched. Something deep in his core was responding to the presence of the dark Tsviet. He had begun to crave the touch of this man. To feel his ice cold skin brush against his when they kissed. The sensation of sable hair tickling his face. The taste of stagnant Mako.

Carefully, he removed Nero’s mouth strap to let their lips meet. The dark Tsviet inhaled the scent of the man’s blood as it flowed freely down his forearm.

“Mmm…” Nero moaned into his mouth as their lips met hungrily. Sonon forced him backwards, slamming him into the wall. The metal of Nero’s wings hit the wall with a sharp clang. 

Breaking away to kiss the bit of skin peeking out of Nero’s suit near his neck, Sonon noticed something out of the corner of his eye. On the commander’s table, he saw several untaken food supplements. In Deepground, real food was nonexistent. SOLDIERs were given all of the necessary vitamins and nutrients via various pills and capsules. However, Nero had clearly not been taking any of them.

“Wait,” Sonon firmly, but gently, gripped Nero’s shoulders. Turning his gaze to fully examine the table, he sighed. “You haven’t been eating…”

Nero’s eyes widened a bit at the accusation. What did it matter anyway? “I don’t require much sustenance. I have a bit of chaos within me, I won’t starve to death.”

“That doesn’t matter. You need to eat.” Sonon scolded him, reaching for the table.

Quickly, Nero’s mechanical wing flexed forward to grip Sonon’s forearm. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’ve lost a lot of weight. You need to eat.” He insisted like a concerned older sibling.

For a moment, the man’s behavior reminded him so much of Weiss. When the brothers were children, Weiss used to steal real food from scientists and Restrictor and give it to Nero, forcing him to eat.

“Is something wrong?” Sonon brushed Nero’s chin with his thumb affectionally. He could see the hurt in Nero's red cat eyes.

Finally, Nero smiled weakly at him. “No. Nothing.” He lied. How could he tell him about Weiss? Even if he kept this man on a short leash, there was no way he could trust him. He trusted no one with this secret other than himself.

“You’re lonely?” The ninja whispered knowingly.

“Yes…” Nero admitted, a tinge of sadness in his voice. There was no danger in admitting to it was there?

“I’m here with you now. You don’t need to be.” The ninja smiled at him, gently brushing a piece of black hair out of Nero’s face. “Now please, at least take the supplements when you’re with me. Deal?”

“Very well.” The dark Tsviet conceded. Looking down, he saw the bleeding had not stopped on the ninja’s arm. “You’re still bleeding…”

“Ah.” Sonon had almost forgotten between the make out and playing big brother. “I have a healing materia on me…hold on…” Sonon reached for the standard issue gun strapped to his thigh. He had placed a healing materia in one of the slots.

“Wait. Allow me.” Nero reached down with his metal hand and lifted Sonon’s arm up to examine it. Pulling it close, he pressed his lips to the gash to lick the blood. Sonon winced in pain, but there was something strangely seductive about the act. Red eyes met brown as the dark Tsviet made eye contact as his lips and tongue were stained deep red with oxidizing blood. Next, Nero summoned a bit of darkness and let the little cloud of purple make direct contact with the wound. 

“Argh!” Sonon wanted to pull away. It burned and froze at the same time. It made his head spin and his chest burned like fire. An overwhelming amount of dread and sadness seemed to consume him as the contact with darkness continued. But as soon as he felt his vision blur, the darkness dissipated. 

After recovering from the effects of darkness a moment, Sonon looked down to see the wound had been cauterized and seemed to be healing itself. 

“How did you…?”

“Darkness has healing properties. I am its master and can use to it heal those other than myself.”

“Thank you.” Was all he could say, dumbfounded by the mysterious and frightening magic.

“Now then,” Nero cocked his head to the side with a playful smirk. “Where were we?”

Without another word, Sonon grabbed him forcefully by the hips and pulled him close. Pressing his forehead against his, the ninja inhaled his scent. His heart was racing as he gazed longingly into his commander’s crimson eyes. Without further ado, he slowly leaned into Nero’s lips. 

The dark Tsviet hummed with pleasure as Sonon’s tongue brushed his lips, cautiously asking for access. Nero opened his mouth and welcomed his tongue with eagerness.

The metallic bite of his own blood mingled with saliva in Sonon’s mouth as his tongue met Nero’s. He tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. His hands slipped down and under Nero’s arms to grope his pectorals.

“Hahh…!” Nero gasped from the stimulation. Sonon’s strong hands firmly massaged both pecs, squeezing and groping as he went. The dark Tsviet found himself lost in this passionate embrace. Unlike the previous times, he felt closer to Sonon in this moment. Like he could finally give in to the one thing he had been holding out on.

Kissing down the side of Nero’s face and neck, he whispered in his ear, “You’re not alone…I won’t leave your side unless you tell me…”

Nero’s heart practically skipped a beat. He buried his face in the crook of the ninja’s neck. “Thank you…” was all he could manage to whisper. Sonon wasn’t Weiss, and he never would be. But until the day he could awaken Weiss, he desperately wanted this man’s touch. “I…I want you to…” Nero huffed as Sonon began sucking at the tender flesh of his neck. “Ahh…you have my permission to…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence he was so nervous.

“Got it…” Sonon pulled back with a knowing smile. Nero was trying to give him the long awaited permission he needed to initiate sex. Until now, Nero had refused. He wasn’t ready, and Sonon didn’t push him, he was just happy to find a mutual solace with this beautiful man. 

Sonon’s hand slipped down to stroke Nero’s crotch through the Mako suit. This elicited a little whimper of pleasure from the Tsviet. He tossed is head back as the ninja continued to nibble as his neck while groping his growing erection.

Next, the ex ninja slipped his hands up to Nero’s wings to grip. Pulling him back by the metal apparatus, he guided him blindly to the disheveled bed where Nero slept. The sheets were dirty and shredded from years of dust and Nero’s metal wings. Carefully, he laid the dark haired young man on his back, careful not to hurt him with his own wings.

With precision, Sonon gripped both of Nero’s legs and spread them wide. He ran his hands down the insides of Nero’s muscular thighs as they were now wrapped around his waist. Nero shuddered as the ninja’s hands slid down to fumbled with the straps and zipper on the crotch of his Mako suit. Finally, Sonon managed to get Nero’s suit undone and freed his cock. 

“Agh…” Nero flushed from embarrassment. He felt too vulnerable like this.

Smirking, Sonon reached down to his own suit to free the erection straining in his pants. As soon as it was released, Nero froze at the size. It had been entirely too long since he had been intimate with Weiss. He had almost forgotten what to do.

Noticing Nero’s sudden nervous demeanor, Sonon leaned down as he began stroking both of their cocks in tandem. “Relax. I won’t hurt you.” He whispered before placing a kiss on his lips.

Nero nodded and closed his eyes to give in to pleasure. What was he so afraid of? He wasn’t unfaithful to Weiss. Weiss was merely sleeping. Yes, that’s it. He would soon be reunited with his beloved brother. But why not surrender to the warm embrace of this SOLDIER? Why not try to allow himself a moment of fleeting pleasure. 

After he felt Nero relax more beneath him, Sonon finally pulled back to wet his fingers with spit. Slowly and carefully, he let his fingers penetrate Nero to ready him. Nero moaned and writhed on the bed with pleasure. 

“I’m ready enough…” Nero hissed, leaning up a little. “Do it…”

“Yes, Sir.” Sonon accidentally let the formal military style phrase slip. Spitting more into the palm of his hand, he stroked it onto himself. Spreading Nero out a bit, he readied himself at his entrance. 

Nero held his breath as he felt the intense pain and pressure of Sonon’s larger than average cock penetrating him slowly.

Once it was all the way in, Sonon paused, letting Nero get used to the feeling. Noticing the dark Tsviet was holding his breath, he reached up to stroke his pale cheek. “Breath.” 

“Guh…!” Nero exhaled heavily. He certainly had forgotten the pleasures of the flesh, or perhaps they were more painful than he recalled? After some deep breaths, Nero relaxed and got used to the sensation. 

Noticing this, Sonon began his rhythm. He couldn’t help but let a groan of ecstasy escape him. It had been so long since he had indulged in sex, and Nero felt so warm and tight. Nevertheless, he still had stamina, and wasn’t about to waste this moment by cumming too quickly.

Thrusting deep into his commanding officer, the ex ninja kissed and sucked at his neck. Sonon took a hold of Nero’s cock while he fucked him and began to stroke that too. 

“Ahh! Aha!” The dark Tsviet cried out, close to orgasm. He nearly moaned Weiss’ name a few times, but somehow managed to keep it in. 

Finally, with a grunt of pleasure, Sonon felt himself cum inside. Despite the overstimulation, he continued to fuck Nero until he came as well. 

After both men had given in to orgasm, they lay together in the darkness of the room. Sonon had collapsed onto Nero out of breath. 

“I hope I was able to please you, Commander.” Sonon huffed, brushing black wisps of bangs out of Nero’s eyes.

“Hah…ah…yes…” Nero could barely articulate, still caught up in the haze of intimacy. “Stay with me a little longer…”

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side.” Sonon smiled, embracing him tightly. For a moment, Nero thought he was with Weiss again. The warmth of a body, the comfort of an older brother. He could get used to this kind of self indulgence.