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Unintended	By : allezcuisine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy, I own nothing. This fic is written for fun, not profit. Any song lyrics quoted within, are attributed to the respective artist.

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"Yes," Kadaj whispered again, kissing Rufus slowly. "I'll stay with you. I can make you forget all your pain, Rufus," he breathed hotly into the president's ear.
"I bet you can," Rufus murmured, as he stroked Kadaj's face. "But I have to ask...why? Why would you do this for me?"
Kadaj frowned for a moment, as he sat back, still in Rufus's lap, apparently turning the question over in his mind. "I don't know, quite frankly," Kadaj admitted. "But I...feel something between us, something I can't explain-do you not feel it?"
"I do," Rufus replied, breathing heavily. "I do feel it." Kissing Kadaj, Rufus's hand wandered up a leather-clad thigh, wanting to feel if Kadaj was as hard as he was. His efforts were dashed, as Kadaj slapped his hand away hastily. "No," Kadaj hissed. "Don't. Don't do that."
"I'm sorry," Rufus apologized, feeling suddenly mortified. But Kadaj had said yes...hadn't he? "You can go now, Kadaj...I am sorry if I misinterpreted anything...I thought that you wanted to stay with me."
"But...but I do," Kadaj replied, looking puzzled as he wrapped his arms around Rufus's neck, nuzzling him, and kissing his face. "I do want to stay with you. I just...don't want you to touch me. Not yet."
"Oh," Rufus said, sounding somewhat relieved. "I'm glad to hear that, Kadaj," he murmured softly, twining his fingers in Kadaj's hair. "Because I don't want you to go. It hardly seems fair, though," he continued, smiling, "that you can touch me, and I can't touch you."
"Hmm," Kadaj hummed, as he stood up. "Maybe later," he promised, flashing a grin. "Where...where are we going now, Rufus? I'll take us there."
"I have a suite here at Healin...it's adjacent to this office. Let me show you the way." Rufus backed up his wheelchair and turned around, motioning to Kadaj to follow him. "It's this way, just follow me."
"No," Kadaj said, moving behind the wheelchair. "Let me." He gripped the handles of the wheelchair and steered Rufus toward the wheelchair ramp. Rufus was slightly taken aback; he didn't like not being in control of where he was going. Kadaj was…just being polite, wasn't that it? Rufus certainly hoped so. It was hard for him to not be suspicious of everyone; he assumed that the entire Planet had an agenda with him.
"Thank you, Kadaj," Rufus muttered, feeling somewhat embarrassed and self-conscious. Gaia, I'm not completely helpless! thought the president..
"You know," Rufus said stonily, as Kadaj wheeled him towards his suite. "I'm not confined to this chair 24/7. I can get up and move about. I just…tire easily, because of the geostigma. Stop, Kadaj—please, just stop. I want to get out of the chair."
Silently, Kadaj slowed to a halt, feeling slightly hurt by Rufus's outburst. Is he mad at me? But why? I was only trying to help him…
Holding onto the arms of the wheelchair to support himself, Rufus stood up a bit shakily, and walked slowly toward the door. "I'm not a cripple," he muttered stubbornly.
"I never said you were," Kadaj replied, a bit sadly. "I was only trying to help you—"
Rufus's expression softened a bit; he reached out a hand, and gently touched his fingertips to Kadaj's face. "I know," he whispered, kissing him softly. "Thank you. I didn't mean to…be such a bitch." Rufus laughed lightly. "I just…do not like feeling helpless."
"I can imagine," Kadaj murmured, tucking his arm into Rufus's, as they walked outside. "But as I told you before," he purred seductively, "I can help take your mind off…"
"Yes," Rufus interrupted, feeling his pulse quicken at what Kadaj was hinting. "Over here," he said, pointing to a bungalow adjacent to the building they had just exited. "This is my home away from home," he told Kadaj, smiling. Reaching into his pocket for a key, Rufus unlocked the door, and held it open for Kadaj. "After you."
Grinning cheekily at Rufus, Kadaj sauntered through the door, looking at his surroundings. "Well, this is very nice," he said snootily, giggling. "You have impeccable taste in décor, sir." No response.
"Sir?" Kadaj quickly glanced behind him, only to see Rufus had fallen over, gripping onto the door frame as he tried to pull himself up. "Rufus!" He worriedly ran over to the fallen man, trying to assist him. "Rufus, can you hear me?"
"Yes," Rufus moaned. "I can hear you, I just—my legs gave out. Fuck, I hate this!" he spat angrily.
"Let me get you over to the bed," Kadaj murmured, as he place an arm around Rufus's shoulders. "Come on," he said soothingly, as he helped Rufus to his feet.
"It's through that door," Rufus whispered, pointing. His face had turned a ghastly white underneath his shroud, which had slipped to his shoulders during his fall. "Fucking embarrassed," he muttered.
"Don't be," Kadaj said, walking Rufus over to the huge, king-sized bed, and helping him to lie down. "You should have let me push you in the chair, you know."
"Why, Kadaj?" Rufus demanded, looking up at him. "Why are you still here, helping me? A weakling such as myself." He threw himself back on the nest of pillows, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"You are not a weakling," Kadaj stated firmly, walking over to the other side of the bed, and laying down next to Rufus. "Your body may have failed you, but you – you, Rufus, not your physical trappings – you are the most powerful man in the world. Do you know how incredibly sexy that is, to me? How much that turns me on?" Kadaj ran his hand lightly over Rufus's abdomen, causing the muscles to quiver in anticipation, and buried himself in Rufus's neck, nuzzling and licking the warm flesh there.
"I…I am not what I was, Kadaj," Rufus murmured. "The geostigma…"
"Which, as you may recall," Kadaj interrupted, sneering slightly, "I can cure." Gods, this man is impossible! Kadaj thought, feeling frustrated. Yet. And yet…there was something about Rufus that made Kadaj stay. Had it been anyone else, Kadaj would've stormed off in a huff. The leader of the free world, he thought, as he glanced down at Rufus, smiling curiously at him. And he seems most willing to allow me to bed him.
Quite the turn on, indeed. Kadaj snuggled into Rufus's side, wrapping an arm around his waist, as he brushed his lips against his neck, teasing the collar of his shirt open with his nose. Rufus moaned as he felt a warm, wet tongue exploring his collarbone, then his Adam's apple.
"Gods, Kadaj," Rufus groaned, running his hands along Kadaj's backside. "I want you," he whispered.
"Yessss," Kadaj hissed. He pushed Rufus back on the bed, pinning his shoulders back as he straddled the president's legs. Sitting up slightly, he ran his hands down Rufus's tailored button-up shirt, and began slowly unbuttoning it.
This is taking too long, Kadaj thought irritably, scowling. Grasping half of the fabric in each hand, he ripped the shirt apart, causing the buttons to fly everywhere.
Rufus gasped. "That," he said, wryly grinning, "was a very expensive shirt."
"Sorry," Kadaj apologized halfheartedly, smirking. "Oops…"
"Fuck the shirt," Rufus growled, pulling Kadaj down to him, and kissing him. Gods, your eyes, Kadaj…just like his…just like Sephiroth's. It hadn't been that long ago – a few years, really – that Sephiroth was the one sharing a bed with Rufus.
Kadaj is not Sephiroth, Rufus warned himself. Don't think it'll be the same that he'll serve as a replacement.
"I won't do that," Rufus muttered aloud, grinding up into Kadaj.
"Won't do what?" Kadaj murmured in inquiry, snaking a hand behind Rufus, and squeezing his ass.
"I won't," Rufus replied, recovering, "let you go tonight."
"Oh, you won't?" Kadaj countered, lowering his mouth to an exposed nipple. "Nor will I." He grazed his teeth over the pert nipple, and bit down viciously, causing Rufus to cry out.
"Gods, Kadaj!" Rufus snapped. "No blood, please. Not yet, anyway," he said teasingly.
"I'm just getting carried away, aren't I?" Kadaj said playfully, shoving a hand into Rufus's pants. "And so are you, my pet," he quipped. "Ready again so soon?" Kadaj slowly stroked the hard flesh hidden within the expensive pants.
"I'm always ready," Rufus declared confidently, smirking. "Enough foreplay, Kadaj," he growled. "Let's fuck."
Flashing an almost feral grin at Rufus, Kadaj deftly unbuttoned the man's pants and slid them off, discarding them by the foot of the bed. "So authoritative," he purred. "I like that." Kadaj suddenly sprung from the bed, and sprinted over to the light switch on the wall, dimming the lights until they were almost completely out.
"What's with this?" Rufus demanded. "I want to see you, Kadaj."
"You'll be able to see me, Rufus," Kadaj replied mockingly. "I didn't turn them all the way off."
"Hmpf," Rufus grunted, pouting, as he sat up in a kneeling position.
"Come to me," he whispered extending his hand. Kadaj knelt facing Rufus, and kissed him deeply, sliding the loose shirt off of Rufus.
Kadaj licked his lips at the sight before him, of a fully nude Rufus, as he began to unzip his leather suit. "Delectable, Rufus," he murmured, hot breath steaming against the president's cheek. "You are truly delectable."
"And you as well," Rufus replied, emitting a low growl. He grabbed Kadaj by the hips, and pressed his bare chest against his, reveling in the feel of skin on skin. Rufus's hand wandered lower, as he fondled Kadaj's crotch. "Holy Shiva," he said breathlessly, clearly impressed.
Kadaj quickly moved, backing away from Rufus's hand, and grinning impishly. "I bet you want that inside you, don't you, Rufus," he teased.
Rufus chuckled, as he lay back on the nest of pillows on the bed. "I wouldn't mind it one bit," he replied, grinning.
"Fuck me now, Kadaj," Rufus commanded, smirking. "That's an order."
"Aye aye, sir," Kadaj answering, giving a mock salute. Moving himself downward, Kadaj snaked his hand up Rufus's thigh, and hesitated only a moment before plunging a finger into Rufus's ass. The president gasped, parting his legs, as Kadaj added a second finger, then a third.
"Lube?" Kadaj queried. Rufus nodded in acknowledgement of the question. "In the end table. Top drawer."
"Okay." Kadaj quickly retrieved the tube, and squirted a bit of the substance on his fingers, slicking up Rufus's taut opening with it.
"I want to see you, Kadaj," Rufus demanded, impatiently. "Take off your pants," he barked.
"You'll see me – and feel me – soon enough," Kadaj teased. He hovered over Rufus, grabbing both wrists. "Turn over," he ordered Rufus, forcing the man to flip over.
"Wait a minute, I—" Rufus began, as Kadaj forced the man in to a kneeling position. He slicked himself with additional lube, and eased himself into Rufus, exhaling as he did so.
"Sweet fucking Shiva," Rufus groaned, as he felt Kadaj's length fill him. He then felt Kadaj leaning over his back, silver hair hanging down slightly and tickling Rufus's back. Kadaj growled and bit Rufus's shoulder, as he increased his thrusts, practically driving Rufus's skull into the headboard.
"Shit," grunted Kadaj. He grabbed Rufus's hips as he slammed into the president, brushing his prostate.
"Fuck," Rufus shouted, as he wrapped a fist around his cock, stroking it feverishly.
Suddenly, Kadaj slowed his motions, and, feeling himself beginning to go slack, pulled out of Rufus. The president whipped his head around to regard him. "What's going on?" he asked quietly. "Something…wrong?"
"Nothing," Kadaj replied distractedly, as he searched around for his pants. "Where are they?" he muttered.
"What the fuck is going on here!" Rufus yelled, furious. "I wasn't done! You weren't done! If nothing's wrong, then tell me why you're looking for your goddamned pants!"
"It's…nothing!" Kadaj stammered, as he saw Rufus squinting at him in the darkness. He quickly grabbed a pillow and shoved it over his crotch, obscuring it from Rufus's view.
But, Rufus saw –saw that Kadaj was trying to hide something, at any rate. "Give me that," he hissed, grabbing for the pillow. Kadaj swatted his hand away, and misjudging – fell off of the bed onto the floor. Rufus saw his opening, and pounced, straddling Kadaj, as he pinned the man's wrists over his head.
"What," Rufus hissed furiously, "in the fuck is going on, here!"
"Hmpf!" Kadaj snorted derisively. "Go ahead and look. They all do in the end, all of them," he said sourly.
"Look…at what?" Rufus inquired, clearly not getting it. Kadaj sighed impatiently and struggled against Rufus, finally freeing one hand from Rufus's grip. "At this," he said, pointing at his crotch. "At me."
Rufus sat back on his heels, and, still squinting in the semi-darkness, moved his face closer towards Kadaj's pelvis. He saw first of all, the enormous cock – now a bit flaccid, and then…nothing. No testicles, only a huge penis.
"Where are…your balls?" Rufus asked awkwardly.
"My balls," Kadaj echoed bitterly. "Ha! Well, you see, my dear president , I am sort of lacking those appendages."
"I don't have any," Kadaj continued. "Can I be any plainer? Do you want to know what I have instead?" Rufus nodded silently, unable to speak.
"I have," Kadaj explained, as he grabbed Rufus's hand, and shoved it into his crotch, "—a vagina."
A look of horror and fascination spread over Rufus's face, as realization came to him. "You…you're….both?" he said dumbly, slowly withdrawing his hand.
"Yes," Kadaj said sharply, tears running down his face. "I'm a hermaphrodite. A freak. I tried to hide it from you, from everyone…but I'm tired of hiding, I'm just…so tired!" Kadaj sank to his knees and wept bitterly, as an astonished Rufus looked on.
I don't even know what…what to make of this, Rufus thought. There was a time…when I would have gotten so angry, I would have thrown Kadaj out of here, without his clothes, for deceiving me.
But one can hardly blame him for doing so. For once in his life – Rufus decided to take the high road, and offered his hand to Kadaj.
"Kadaj," he said softly. "You're not a freak. Please, come and sit with me. We can…talk, if you want. Or not. But I want you to calm down. I still want you to stay, please." As much as Rufus tried to deny it to himself, the thought of bedding a hermaphrodite was beginning to excite him. For now, though, he thought it would be a rather nice gesture to comfort the distraught Kadaj. I'll have him back in my bed in no time, Rufus thought, smirking confidently.
Kadaj stopped weeping briefly, as he digested Rufus's words. "You…you don't hate me? For lying to you? I've had to lie to everyone about this. Everyone!"
"Well, you don't have to lie anymore, Kadaj," Rufus replied. "Not to me."
"Okay then," Kadaj agreed reluctantly, joining Rufus on the bed. They both got underneath the covers, and burrowed beneath the comforter, facing each other.
"So," Kadaj began, laughing bitterly. "What now?"
"Now," Rufus replied, as he brushed Kadaj's bangs out of his eye, "You talk. And I'll listen."
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