Dansu no Bishounen

Chapter Three
Battle for Love of the Cat!

VVL 69: How do I love me, let me count the ways . . . Ahem! Oh, sorry, just thinking . . . anyway, they're not mine. Go ahead and read, huh?


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Shin-Ra Armory, 700 hrs

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"What . . . (yawn) . . . are we here for . . . this early?"

Sephiroth inclined his head at Kuja's fatigued inquiry. "We are here to assess your strengths and weaknesses in terms of basic weaponry. Heads up," he warned and flipped a Buster Sword over his shoulder towards the Genome. "If you can catch it, that is . . . " 'And I know what I'll throw him later tonight . . . '

Pleasantly refreshed at the experience, Kuja caught the handle and hefted the sword over his shoulder, just as an experienced SOLDIER would. "Now what?" His shoulder did ache from the unexpected weight of the weapon, but he was quite sure he did not want either Sephiroth or the brutish Zack to think him weak.

"Practice." The General stood to look at the weapons dealer's reaction. 'Give me a reason to ravish you.'

"Well . . . " Kuja whirled about, easily lowering both himself and the sword into a fighting stance. "Interestingly heavy." His wrists pivoted as he twirled the blade upright mere centimeters from his face and held it level in front of him. "I must say it appears to be a formidable weapon indeed."

"It's what I use," Zack supplied. "But I can't hold it that close to my nose without losing my lunch."

"How unpleasant," Kuja groaned in disgust. "And to think I have not even had breakfast yet." He lowered the sword to the ground, stretching his arms outward and in. "Do refrain from turning my stomach, won't you?"

"Enough, enough. You're making me sick." Sephiroth circled the genome slowly, inspecting his stance and noting the apparent strength he held. "Have you ever used a katana?" 'And on a more pertinent subject, have you used a man's weapon before?'

"Which? Nosada, or Kikuichimonji?" Kuja lowered his brows as he watched the silver-haired General watch him. "Or perhaps an Osafune?"

"Well," Sephiroth noted, "apparently you have. Try an Ashura on for size." 'Better yet, try me on for size. I'll stretch that twat well enough . . . '

The weapons dealer strode forward to inspect the blade carefully. "Although I excel with various types of swords, my true experience lies in rapiers . . . " He lifted the Ashura's hilt, adjusting the position of his hands according to the wrapping, and whirled it expertly in front of him, leveling it with the General's throat. "Do you have any here?" he inquired benignly.

"No, but I'm going to give you one hell of a fencing lesson." Sephiroth grasped the end of the blade carefully between two gloved fingers and jerked it from Kuja's hands, releasing the weapon to the floor with a chriiing and sweeping the genome into his arms in the same moment.

"Gods!"

"Now, let's dispense with the formalities this time," the General purred dangerously, his eyes narrowing into catlike slits. "You will not be leaving me tonight, nor will you refuse me . . . " He shoved Kuja against the back wall of the armory - ignoring the dealer's cry of pain as the rivets on the wall ground into his soft back - and rubbed his crotch firmly against the fragile exotic's. "I will see to it." The ensuing moan from Kuja thrilled him to full arousal.

"You must have a talent for disturbing me . . . " Kuja groaned as he too was nearly swept away by ecstasy. "But it is not appreciated at this moment."

"Hey," Zack called from the other side of the room, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." He dismissed the genome's statement as playful denial and turned to lift the katana into one hand.

"Zack," Sephiroth ordered, turning his head.

"Yes?"

"Open the doors of the vehicle," - the General hoisted Kuja over his shoulder, ignoring the fact that the weapons dealer was now furiously pounding his fists into the leather back of his trench coat - "and close the inner window."

"Whoa, wanting privacy back there?" Zack grinned at Kuja as Sephiroth strode forward to the doors, the genome's feathers rising and falling with the silver-haired warrior's easy steps. "Don't be so disagreeable," he pouted to Kuja. "You'll love the General."

"I don't appreciate being carried off like some garment, carelessly slung over a shoulder . . . you should understand how demeaning this is." Kuja frowned and again pounded his delicate fists against Sephiroth's back. "If he intends to ravish me, he should carry me off in a dignified manner."

"I'm sorry." Sephiroth lowered Kuja to his arms, cradling the genome against his chest. "Is this better?"

"Much," Kuja responded and rested blithely in the General's arms.

"I thought you didn't appreciate it." Sephiroth commented, referring to the statement the weapons dealer had made earlier.

"Things can change," was Kuja's only response.

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Sephiroth walked up to the vehicle [a long, black limousine he used for private purposes] and set Kuja gently through the open doors onto the plush velvet seat.

"Mmm," Kuja sighed. "Comfortable."

"Now," Sephiroth whispered as he sat down next to the Genome and closed the door behind him, "you'll have to tell me where you come from . . . I've never seen a creature like you before."

"I'm not a creature," Kuja huffed. "I'm a Genome." He sat up and turned away from Sephiroth, ignoring him as well as he could [due to the fact that he had been thoroughly insulted by the comment].

"Well, I would appreciate it if you would explain to me just what one is," Sephiroth said lightly, opening a cooler to reveal two champagne glasses and a bottle of the appropriate alcohol. "Won't you?"

"Of course." Kuja watched as the General filled both glasses and handed one to the weapons dealer. "Thank you," he whispered, accepting it and watching bubbles play over the surface of the champagne. "Now," he whispered after a sip of the alcohol, "a Genome is almost human, but slightly feline in nature . . . we were all created by a man named Garland, and I was intended to be an Angel of Death for his purposes."

"I can see where the feline nature would come into play," Sephiroth nodded. "And since you were created to be an angel, you would then be technically genderless . . . am I correct?"

"You are," Kuja said softly, noticing that the vehicle had begun to move. "Where are we headed?"

"My quarters. I would prefer some privacy for the two of us."

"Ah," Kuja sighed. "Perfect." He lowered his eyes to where Sephiroth's trench coat was open and gently placed his hand within the opening of the leather. "But while we're heading home . . . ?"

"Of course," Sephiroth murmured, lifting Kuja into his lap. "Zack," he called, "take the main road home."

"But it's crowded with morning traffic."

"Precisely." Sephiroth unbuckled Kuja's shoulder belt and slung it behind the Genome, his own hand toying with one peaked mound. "And don't worry about wasting fuel."

"All right," Zack shrugged and turned off the highway onto Midgar's main service road.

"Now," Sephiroth whispered, "where were we . . . ?"

"Here," Kuja replied breathlessly and pressed his lips to the General's, thrusting his tongue past Sephiroth's lips into the warm, sweet taste of his mouth. "Mmmmm . . . "

"Ah . . . " Sephiroth groaned into Kuja's mouth, his shaft now fully erect and pulsing with need. "Kuja . . . "

"Mm . . . " Kuja pulled his lips away just barely, his tongue fencing with Sephiroth's feverishly. "Mmm!" He gasped as the General suddenly forced both of them to the floor, knocking one of the glasses of champagne over.

"Perfect," Zack groaned. "You spilled something, didn't you?"

"Yes," Sephiroth confirmed. "But don't worry . . . you can always have the vehicle cleaned later."

"Yeah, yeah," Zack nodded. "By the sounds back there, I'll need to have something else cleaned off the floor too." He sighed at the moving and shifting in the back of the limousine. "So you're accustomed to the General already?" he inquired of Kuja.

"My, yes . . . "

"Good . . . and I'll bet by the stuff I'm hearing that he likes your fine body too."

Sephiroth chuckled at Zack's response. "Hmm . . . fine isn't the word for it, Zack. He's utterly beautiful."

"So why don't you share sometime?" Zack inquired.

"Perhaps later," Sephiroth responded and turned back to look at Kuja. With his armor open, his bare chest presented opportunity to the General in the form of his rouged, taut nipples.

"What's the matter?" Kuja inquired.

"Nothing," Sephiroth whispered, "it's just that I enjoy looking at you. Is there a problem with that?"

"Not at all," Kuja replied and stretched his arms back. "You're awfully gentle," he mused. "Perhaps you're afraid of hurting me?"

"Something like that," Sephiroth confirmed. He dared not tell the genome that something about him stirred the strings of his heart warmly . . . such a thing would be humiliating at the least.

He ignored his misgivings and turned back to Kuja, watching the rising and falling of his velvet, smoothly-muscled chest. He lifted Kuja and pulled his armor off, then reached for the pieces holding Kuja's thong together.

"Hmm," he said, satisfied, as the clasps came loose and Kuja's phallus slid upward into his hand. It wasn't too large for the Genome--it was shorter than the General's by almost an inch--but it was satisfyingly thick, and ringed with the loveliest moon-pale hair. The rouge-pink head was weeping gently over the shaft, and Sephiroth stirred his thumb with care over it and whispered, "Beautiful." He lifted his hand to his mouth and suckled the sweat and essence of the Genome from his fingers and thumb.

Kuja moaned softly. "Sephiroth . . . please . . . "

"Yes, of course," Sephiroth answered warmly. He leaned down and swirled his tongue onto the crown of Kuja's left nipple, lapping at the succulent little circle of flesh until it peaked in his mouth. The other he rolled between forefinger and thumb, gently tugging, and was satisfactorily pleased when the nipple pearled like a shining rosebud. "There," he murred against Kuja's chest. "How do you like that?"

"A lot better than the biting," Kuja sighed delicately and pulled Sephiroth closer. "But give me something hotter, won't you? I don't mean to be rude, but with just this it will take me hours to reach orgasm."

"You're a finicky creature, little kitten," Sephiroth said fondly. He adored Kuja, after that last comment. Easily, he lifted Kuja up onto the seat with him and lifted him over his knees, as if to spank him.

And that's what Kuja thought, as well. "Ooh . . . spanking . . . " He licked his lips. "That's hotter."

"That wasn't what I intended," Sephiroth said with mild surprise, "but I know now what you like . . . and I think I'll use it to my advantage." He removed his glove and almost cruelly swatted Kuja's bottom, leaving a dark rouge handprint on the soft, ripe mounds.

Kuja wailed in ecstasy and arched his back. "Yes . . . Gods, yes," he moaned as Sephiroth slapped his rump again, his firm buttocks quivering a little with the motion. "I've been so bad, you know that . . . "

"How have you been bad?" Sephiroth paused, and Kuja pouted.

"I almost destroyed you when you kissed me the first time . . . it was all I could do to keep from doing it . . . "

"We're even; I almost killed you myself. I've killed everything else that came through that portal in Sector Two. One of them was a little boy in green-striped pants and a blue jacket . . . or, I thought it was a boy until I disconnected its head. Then I had to slash through its back, because it didn't even know it was dead. The head was angrily speaking in tongues and the body was walking around trying to cast spells."

"That's Vivi for you," Kuja moaned with irritation. "He always sticks that little nose of his where it doesn't belong, and then he proves to be a nuisance. Well, you didn't reduce him to a pile of ash, so someone could fix him. And that someone is me, as soon as we find him."

"I didn't know you knew him."

"Know him? I created him. He's a weapon." Kuja sniffed daintily.

"Which explains why he fried me nearly to death even when he was half-killed. I suppose you modeled him after the Black Mages of old," Sephiroth surmised correctly. "But when I went back the next day, he was gone. He must have picked himself up and walked away."

"He's a survivor, a wretched one, but that's not important right now. What is," - he slid his hands down Sephiroth's chest and into his pants, clasping the younger man's throbbing phallus - "is this . . . and where it's going to go . . . "

"Yo," Zack called to the pair in the back of the limousine. "We're here."

"Never mind," Kuja responded. "Drive around for a while, if you would..." A soft moan ensued at an unknown action from Sephiroth.

"Seph...?"

The General paused in his loveplay to address the SOLDIER. "Drive, Zack."

"All right," Zack nodded and accelerated from the driveway onto the main road.

"Are you sure no one can see us...?" Kuja wondered, his body splayed over the floor of the vehicle. "I wouldn't want to be fined for indecent exposure."

"Zack is driving," Sephiroth said, dismissing Kuja's inquiry as he ground his hips against the genome's. "Don't worry about a thing...these tinted windows are enough to keep us in complete privacy."

"Thank goodness," Kuja moaned. "Sephiroth..." He watched as the General backed up to remove his trench coat.

"Yes?"

"Come here..." Kuja lifted his glass of champagne and finished the contents, allowing the flute to tumble onto the seat behind him. "Please..."

"Of course," Sephiroth whispered and advanced on the weapons dealer, pressing his bare chest into Kuja's. "What is it you want?"

"You," Kuja sighed and drew his nails down the silver-haired warrior's back. "Don't disappoint me." He leaned back as Sephiroth's mouth met his throat, perfect teeth nipping at the silken flesh.

"I won't." Sephiroth paused to grin against Kuja's neck.

"You're still overdressed..." Kuja sighed, reaching down to unbuckle the General's belt. "And here I am, lying nearly naked on the floor..."

"Ooh, naked..." Zack teased from the front of the vehicle.

"Shut up," Kuja said indignantly. "It's none of your business."

"Oh?" Zack wondered. "Then you won't mind if I jerk myself as I drive, and while Sephiroth bangs you to a froth."

Kuja shook his head in disgust. "You terrible thing." However, feeling Sephiroth's massive, firm length, he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't quite mind being 'banged to a froth'...his body would probably be soft as meringue when the General finished with him.

"Hmm, meringue..." Sephiroth considered Kuja's whispered thought. "Perhaps I should make some and spread it all over you."

"You heard me?"

"Of course," Sephiroth confirmed. "But then, I have been called by some of my partners 'terribly rough', so you'd be soft as melted fondant if I were to have my way with you in that manner."

"Don't be so rough with me," Kuja disagreed. "I won't be averse to kicking you in the teeth if you manhandle my body." He lifted his foot to make a point. 'Though I'll admit fondant would be a fine thing to spread over his body...'

"Don't worry," Sephiroth murmured, lifting Kuja's foot to trail his lips across the clean, pale length of it. "I won't hurt you."

"Do you know," Kuja whispered, "any bakery that would sell fondant?"

"Only one," Sephiroth said in confirmation. "But it's not here...it's all the way in Junon. As for meringue, however, it'd be easy to make..." He noted the blush spreading over Kuja's face and chuckled softly.

"You love sweets," Kuja surmised.

"I do." Sephiroth tilted his head, affirming the genome's statement. "And..."

"You'll make a lovely sweet," they purred huskily to each other, in unison.

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VVL 69: Mmm, kinky. *considers Kuja covered in meringue and Sephiroth covered in fondant* Yum.
Kuja: Now how did you know I liked fondant?
VVL 69: Just figured.
Kuja: I wonder how many creme eggs it would take to cover Sephiroth from head to toe in fondant, given the fact that he's 6'9, his waist is 28", his chest is 48", his hips are 34", his cock is 11", and his feet are a size 14?
VVL 69: Good question. I'll give a free personalized story to the person with the best measurements in metric or standard...an extra story will come if they can figure out how many cups of chocolate it would take to make a full-body statue of Sephiroth for all the giggly fangirls--with the same measurements as our hero. Happy hunting, everyone!