Dansu no Bishounen

Dansu no Bishounen
an ff7/ff9 crossover

VVL 69: Ohayo gozaimasu! On quite an odd note, I am writing a Kuja story that involves a crossover. But technically it's an Alternate Universe too . . . boy, can that be a stretch.
Kuja: That all depends on your opinion . . . am I fully hermaphrodic in this story?
VVL 69: Of course . . . how could you have a decent four-way without it?
Kuja: Then it IS quite a stretch . . . you are truly deserving of my love. Therefore I won't kill you for tying me to a chair and forcing me to listen . . .
VVL 69: And how could I help it? You wouldn't come willingly.
Kuja: 'Come willingly'? My dear lady, I come quite willingly . . . and often at that.
VVL 69: XD No comment. And nobody is mine, although I have abducted Kuja for personal reasons. It all belongs to Square.
Kuja: And if they rescue me now, I will be sorely disappointed. Now on to the story!

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Wetness. And warmth, sweet warmth.

Kuja tried vainly to open his eyes, finding them covered with a silken veil. "Wh . . . Where am I?" he cried aloud in the greyish darkness of the room.

A break in the warmth, punctuated by an oddly familiar voice---Kuja could not envision the face accompanying it, however---"You're here, in my bed." Simple enough of an answer, but puzzling nonetheless . . . for just whose bed was he in?

"Relax." It was a firm command.

"I don't want to relax," Kuja growled, indignant at the order. "I want to know EXACTLY where I am."

"You are in Midgar, at the top of the plate."

Hell! Bloody Hell! He had no idea why he would be in this 'Midgar', and had even less of an idea of who was caressing him. "And why am I here?"

"Because you tempt me." Curtly put, this statement. The warm wetness resumed.

"Ahn--!" Rippling sweetness flooded his loins, blossoming inside him. "It's hardly--polite--to engage in illicit conduct with a stranger . . . "

Another break. "Polite . . . ? Well. That certainly makes me think . . . " A smooth, silken hand replaced the warmth, maintaining the wet sensation just barely. "Then I assume you are not interested?"

"I did not say that," - Kuja attempted to clarify himself - "I simply meant that I wish to know who you are before we proceed any further."

"What if I do not wish to tell you?" Valid question, really. However, there were few merits to sleeping with strangers.

"Then I do not wish to be here."

A sigh from the familiar voice. "Very well . . . I am Sephiroth."

"And I am Kuja, weapons dealer to the stars." Kuja giggled a bit at his own pride.

"Yes, I am quite aware of that fact," Sephiroth stated. "I had you brought here because I desire a special weapon."

"And that would be--"

"You."

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One half-hour earlier . . .

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"General Sephiroth, your two-fifteen is here . . . " a tinny voice chirped over the intercom. The silver-haired General set down his espresso and sat a bit straighter in his chair.

"Send him in." 'Another day, another portal-hopping freak to send to Hell . . . '

The door swished open, revealing two Shin-Ra guards and a most attractive person of indiscriminate gender. Why had he thought his guest to be male . . . and more to the point, why had he thought of killing it?

'He...or she...is beautiful. I must have this person.'

"Sir!" the Shin-Ra guards responded, waiting for further instructions.

"That will be all," Sephiroth said sternly. The guards nodded and scurried away hastily.

As soon as the door closed, the two stared each other down. Bright, catlike green eyes met shimmering lapis, rimmed with silvery eyelashes and exotically-marked lids.

"Hello." 'I would most emphatically love to impale you on my sword. May I?' "Won't you sit down?" ' . . . on my desk and bend over?'

Sephiroth's androgynous guest did not move. A silvery appendage wound sensuously back and forth along his left thigh, however.

"Is that a tail I see?" 'Ah, then you're a cat . . . I'll play with that particular toy, I swear to it.'

A nod.

"How interesting." The General was only slightly nonplussed. The rest of his emotions had long since been erased by simmering lust.

"Mm."

"Do you speak?" 'More to the point, do you fuck?'

"Yes, of course. But I'm attempting to decide something."

"Which would be--" 'How hard I like it, and how deep I go?'

"Your intentions."

Sephiroth rose from his chair. "You wish to know my intentions? Very well . . . I'll show you." Advancing on his exotic guest until there was no room to retreat, he reached out and gripped the creature's delicate chin.

Painted lips moved furiously with a cried query. "What are you doing?"

"This," the General said simply and drew their mouths together, forcing his prey into a smoldering kiss.

"Mmmhnm!!"

A hard, reeling slap was suddenly delivered to Sephiroth's face, by way of his guest's delicate hand! Pulling away, he was shellshocked to find a purpling bruise developing in the shape of a handprint. "Ugh . . . That hurt," he muttered, taken aback at the creature's strength. 'I shall punish you for it later.'

"Then you listen to me---I did NOT come here to be debased." The exotic mouth, red from Sephiroth's assault, ground out the words with gritted teeth.

"Fair enough." Sephiroth backed away slightly, allowing the temptingly beautiful creature a little bit of movement. "Then why did you come?" 'Whatever the reason, you will very shortly be in my bed.'

"I was brought here by those blue-suited lackeys. You should be informing ME why I am here," was the indignant answer. The voice was a bit husky, however, and Sephiroth had to wonder whether the creature was aroused at the present time.

"The guards informed me that you entered here through a portal. Therefore, they found it most prudent to bring you to me." 'And allow me to decide what to do with you . . . '

"Well! I highly suggest that you now release me."

'Like hell, little cat. You will warm me tonight.' "Hm . . . do you?" Sephiroth crossed back to his desk and pressed the intercom button. "Sharon?"

"Yes, General?"

"Send the specialist unit up here . . . my guest needs to be escorted to Sector 004."

"Sir, isn't that--"

"Yes, I know," the General said indignantly. "Just do it . . . our meeting is over."

"Yes, sir." The intercom clicked off.

Turning back to the exotic creature--still pressed against the wall, of its own choice--Sephiroth grinned.

"This has been quite a lovely encounter . . . I do hope to see you again." 'And I will, in exactly eleven minutes . . . ' He extended a hand to his guest.

"Quite an encounter indeed," the creature sniffed, arms folding over its chest. "But I hope I NEVER see you again."

"What a pity," Sephiroth said with false regret. "And I had hoped you would accompany me to dinner. Ah, but that is life . . . one surprise after another."

'You mean disappointment, in your case,' his guest thought, but said nothing, puzzled as to the nature of the silver-haired General's word confusion.

The door opened with its usual swish. "Sir?" Two armed guards stood, waiting for Sephiroth's orders.

"Escort him to 004," the General said in an indulged tone. "And make sure he leaves." The last word was accompanied with a flash of his eyes.

"Yes, sir." The guard on the left poked the exotic creature with the barrel of his gun, fitted with tranquilizer bullets for Sephiroth's desired purpose. "Move."

"Quite a way to be escorted---Oh, very well, but stop that poking or I'll shove that weapon up your nose." The creature advanced to the door, tail thrashing angrily against its legs. As the second guard fell into step in front of it, the first looked back to see the General's fingers drop.

And Sephiroth's 'guest' went down.

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[VVL note: Because I was out of ideas on the other two, you get this while I'm working out the kinks. XP]

Well, that be most productive. What will Sephiroth do next? And why has Kuja been thrown into the Planet's dimension? All these questions will be answered. Bai! XD

VVL 69