Fandom: FF7: Dirge of Cerberus

Type: Fanfiction

Word Count: 515

Characters: Weiss/Nero/Shelke

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own FF7: Dirge of Cerberus

Summary: Shelke would like to have both brothers at the same time. A girl can dream, right?

Notes: None, really.

Shelke always knew that a girl could dream, especially when the girl had the mind of a woman. She never considered herself capable of sexual anything until she observed both Weiss and Nero grow into powerful, imperious men. The two brothers often invaded both her waking and sleeping dreams. She smiled at the sleeping dreams she'd been able recall, and made damned sure that she would remember her daydreams as vividly as humanly possible.

Weiss embodied the power of light. He even looked like light incarnate with his marvelous shock of white hair and clear blue eyes. He looked like every gorgeous legendary warrior one would find in sword and sorcery novels. He even had the cocky smile that so many of his sort almost always wore. Nero, however, embodied the power of darkness and gunner sorcery with his long black hair and red eyes that glared under his mask. Shelke remembered his face without the mask and long considered him beautiful.

She never told anyone about her dreams. She even considered keeping a diary of her wishful thoughts, but with the Restrictors running around, she knew that the risk far outweighed the benefits. Shelke was many things, but no one would ever accuse her of being stupid. Though she was fairly close to the two brothers, she knew that the bitter reality would forever keep her at arm's length. Being a woman had nothing to do with said reality and everything to do with the fact that the brothers could easily pass as incestuous lovers simply because they were. Reality never did stop her from dreaming. Neither did training with the other Tsviets, getting picked on by the Restrictors, or doing her required dives into the World Wide Network.

Shelke wanted both of the brothers inside of her. She didn't care who stood in front of her or behind her just as long as they held her between them while they moved simultaneously within her. She felt safe, warm, and secure between them while one would kiss her lips and the other kissed her neck. She thrust against them, clenching and unclenching around their members as she gasped and sighed her way to an orgasm right before she woke up in a cold sweat or snapped out of her waking dream. Either way, she discreetly pressed her hand between her legs until she climaxed on her own terms.

Sometimes she dreamt of their calloused fingers curling inside her vagina, grazing against the part of her that took her breath away. The more, the merrier. Shelke had so many combinations, possibilities, sex toys, and scenarios that she found it difficult to count the ways the two beautiful brothers could penetrate her. She wished that one day, they would all happen.

Weiss and Nero had no idea that she had such dreams. Or, at the very least, they never indicated that they knew. Every once in a while, she asked herself if she would ever show her fantasies to them, but the answer remained the same: a resounding no. Shelke didn't want to have any nightmares.