Dansu no Bishounen

Chapter Two
Neko wa Iroppoi!

VVL 69: Once again, they're not mine. Now read! XD

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Azure eyes opened slowly in the first light of the room, startlingly finding no one there. Indeed, there was no sign that anyone had been, either.

"Was . . . Was this all a dream?" Kuja stretched his aching limbs, finding not a single trace of bruising anywhere on his wrists or ankles where he had thought bonds to be. "It must have been. Terra, I am becoming insane," the white-haired Genome whined painfully as he sat up.

And then he saw the black trench coat.

"Th-This is--"

"Good morning."

The abrupt break in the silence startled Kuja, his tail bristling in fright. "You . . . !" The man who had ordered him captured - and the same one who had tormented him - was standing in the doorway . . .

Must get out of here, must--

Sephiroth, sensing his company's panic, attempted to stave off what was surely to be a crisis. "Don't . . . whatever you do, don't--"

Kuja opened his mouth wide and screamed. Not simply a shriek, but an eardrum-shattering howl.

So loud, in fact, that an alarm began to blare in response. Thunderous footfalls drew closer to the door, their owner shoving it off its hinges and plowing into the room.

"What the hell is going on, Seph?!" A frightfully tall, well-muscled brute was standing right in front of them, staring at Kuja with a shocked expression. The weapons dealer screamed again and tore the covers over his head.

"Please, goddamnit, relax . . . " the man protested, his ears ringing from the shrill noise. He reached out and shook Sephiroth's apparent victim by the shoulders.

"Noooo! Release me, you fiend!!" Kuja lashed out with his still-booted foot and kicked the strange brunet squarely in the nose, quite doubtlessly causing it to break. "You let me go right now, or I'll break something else, I swear it!!" His foot lifted once more--

--only to be caught in a small hand.

"General, sir, what's going on here?" The small hand belonged to a blond young man no older than sixteen. He aided the brunet in soothing the squirming exotic back down against the bedcovers, brushing back the odd feathers in the center of his . . . her? . . . hair gently. "It's all right, we don't mean you any harm," he assured the angrily whimpering creature that only vaguely resembled a human.

"Then you tell him," - Kuja pointed straight at Sephiroth - "to release me at once!" He folded his arms over his swelling feminine chest and glared forward at the General.

"I didn't expect you to be so angry with me," Sephiroth protested calmly.

"Didn't expect me to--Stupid!!" Kuja turned away from the silver-haired General and sniffed his displeasure. "I am far beyond angry with you."

"Well, for what it may be worth, you are exquisitely beautiful when you're angry." Sephiroth crossed over to the other side of the bed and lifted the genderless creature's chin tenderly. "And I surely did not intend to upset you. It's just that no one has ever refused my affections before--and I desire to know why."

"Well, we are of a common taste, so you are not mistaken as to the nature of my own affection . . . " Kuja tilted his face against the palm of Sephiroth's hand. "But to treat me so roughly is inexcusable. If you are as highly-ranked as the boy assumes you to be," - he turned to the blond - "then you must know the manner of which to treat an aristocrat such as myself."

"Hm . . . I believe the 'aristocrat' part, but I have no idea of your aristocracy's modus operandi. You shall simply have to forgive me for my ignorance." Sephiroth was genuinely intrigued with the exotic's response, finding the silken face he had caressed now meeting his shoulder.

"I suppose you can be excused," Kuja murmured delicately, tactilely coiling his tail around the General's arm as he lifted the weapons dealer from the bedcovers.

"Then we are agreed." Sephiroth cast a glance to his brunet subordinate; the latter's nose seemed merely sprained but was dripping blood onto his sleeveless indigo high collar. "Zack?"

"'M fine . . . she kicged me good, though . . . " The SOLDIER's response was almost jovial.

"'She'?" Sephiroth cast a glance to the exotic's chest, only now noticing the plushy nature. Tentatively he placed two fingers on the left of the breasts and pressed down, meeting a raised eyebrow at his effort.

"I know how I appear, but I can assure you I am male." Kuja shifted his hips and leaned back, exposing his slightly pale endowments to the General. "Or at least I was until pubertal development . . . "

"Yes, I thought so. I simply must not have noticed these last night." Sephiroth squeezed both fleshy mounds in his hands, smirking slightly at the weapons dealer's moan. "But then, I probably should not treat an aristocrat so roughly." His saucy grin brought a blush to the other's cheeks.

"Uhnh--stupid . . . " Kuja's expression was highly frustrated.

"Yes, I must be to allow someone to command my affections. I do hope you'll forgive this," Sephiroth whispered coyly and leaned down to tease a rosy nipple with his tongue.

"Nnnmmh . . . ah--" Kuja whimpered, collapsing back against the silver-haired General's arms as he continued to caress the little peak. "S . . . stop . . . desist . . . " The firm, sweeping strokes of Sephiroth's tongue sent his poor head spinning.

"Why...?" The General's lips were hot as a forge, shifting gently with his slow query.

"You're-rushing-things . . . Aa-aah--ouu!" the genome whined out as Sephiroth bit down on the impossibly hard nipple in his mouth and nudged his legs open with a hand. "Wh . . . What are you doing now?!" he cried.

"Mmm . . . Well, well, what do we have here?" A curious pair of fingers pressed against Kuja, stroking him open before diving in. "I had no idea you were fully . . . developed . . . "

"Ahhahn . . . stop it . . . " The weapons dealer was quite embarrassed. "I've never shown that part . . . of me . . . to anyone," he whimpered. "It's humiliating."

"And what's so humiliating about a vagina?" Sephiroth's catlike eyes scanned Kuja's.

"I spent most of my life male," the ruffled exotic sighed. "My development was at sixteen, and involved being infused with female souls."

"Souls . . . ?" The General was intrigued. His fingers retreated to dance across his lips, affording him a taste of his vulnerable companion. " . . . Mmmm. You certainly taste female. But then, you also taste distinctly male," he mused, referring to the previous night. "I wonder how your partners could have decided which they liked better."

"As I said," Kuja breathed slowly, "no one has . . . ever . . . seen that part of me, much less tasted it . . . " He inhaled a sharp hiss of breath as he felt Sephiroth's fingers stroke inside him once more. "Uhnh!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing!" Kuja snapped, ruffled.

"My . . . I suppose I must have broken something," Sephiroth surmised. "First time I've ever done that . . . "

"Ooh . . . " Kuja stretched in the arms of the ardent General, falling back onto the bed and staring up into his Mako-infused eyes. "You . . . " He turned away and allowed his fingers to trace patterns on the silk sheets below him. "You simply couldn't stop, could you?"

"Are you mad at me?" Sephiroth whispered. 'I shouldn't care, but something tells me I know better.'

"I should be." The weapons dealer pulled his knees up to his chin and allowed his eyes to drift back to the silver-haired General's. Fully exposed, he looked more than a bit odd to the group. And different things were going through each head.

The brunet Zack wanted to screw the genome.

The boy known as Cloud Strife wanted to cuddle with him.

Sephiroth wanted to own him.

And Kuja knew it all. His effective magic was sending the thoughts of the three directly to his own mind, sending a nearly imperceptible flit of panic through his body.

"Something wrong?" the slightly nasal voice of the brunet interrupted.

'Of course there is, you awful creature,' Kuja thought miserably. However, he shook his head in denial. "Not at all . . . merely thinking . . . "

"Don't think too hard . . . it's bound to hurt," was the almost kind response.

"You would think so," Kuja snapped, "after all, you've probably not done it in years." The caustic rudeness of his statement caused Sephiroth to chuckle.

"Easy, Kuja." He tipped the Genome's chin back with a finger and stroked the velvety, taut skin underneath.

"That's not funny," Kuja whined. "I'm not a child, Sephiroth."

'You look like one,' was the thought on the tip of the General's tongue, but his mouth discreetly remained silent. Instead he settled for admiring the weapons dealer's beauty. 'Yes . . . quite a creature you are.'

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Wow, was that a good one. What'd ya think? Did I capture Kuja's all-too-flighty emotions well enough? Don't worry, there's more ahead!

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