My Canary... Mine.
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy IX
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,285
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy IX, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Scream, Canary... SCREAM!!
Oh, new reviews? I felt so guilty when I read them. Due to my beloved computer's assassination at the hands of my brother and one misplaced cup of hot tea... I lost the rest of my fanfic. Recovered the first two chapters from here, and am rewriting the rest at the moment. But I thought I'd better update since I let you all down... and now I have only six hours until work. >_<
Again, really sorry for the delay, and thanks for the reviews, you don't know how happy they make me!
And on with the yaoi.
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Throwing his head back and laughing, Kuja enjoyed the anticipation.
He slid downwards, his knees either side of Zidane’s. Slowly, he lay down, the cool skin of his face touching the burning heat of Zidane’s hips. His captive whimpered as Kuja’s hair trickled down his thighs in tendrils.
Suddenly, Zidane yelled. “Enough playing around! Untie me!”
Kuja stroked Zidane’s waist with one long fingernail. “I’ll decide when enough’s enough, my love,” he whispered. “And when I’m out of here,” Zidane growled, “...I swear I’m going to --”
Interrupting, Kuja grasped Zidane’s erection and licked it slowly from base to tip. The victim gasped, struggling again, trying to wriggle away. How futile. “I suppose then,” Kuja smirked, “that I should make the most of you while I have you.”
The blond genome appeared to be out of smart remarks. He was as far back as the bonds would allow, the blindfold masking his expression completely. “I’ll entertain you just as a host should,” his tormentor announced with pride.
He flicked his hair forward as he bent over Zidane one more time, silver locks falling, touching, teasing. Closing his eyes in appreciation of the beauty of this moment, Kuja licked his lips. Then, taking one last look at his masked prisoner, he let his tongue caress the tip of Zidane’s length.
The blond only shuddered. Kuja opened his mouth wider, taking the head and sucking it as softly as he could. He shifted slightly, wrapping his legs tighter around the body beneath him, and holding Zidane’s member at the base so he could direct it as he wanted. Curling his long fingers around the velvety skin, he felt a rush of power. “Only I can do this to Zidane,” he thought, “No-one else. I’ll make him admit it sooner or later.” Getting carried away with his thoughts, he absent-mindedly tightened his grip. A sudden cry from above him alerted him to it, and his thoughts snapped back to his actions rather than his ambitions.
The silver haired young man swirled his tongue around all the skin he could reach, so slow it was torturous. Every now and then, Zidane would moan, so quiet he had to struggle to even pick it up. “Not enough of a reaction!” he thought, frustrated. “I want to hear you scream!” With a wicked smile, he released Zidane’s erection from his lips. The thighs between his were even more tense than they had been. Far from finished, Kuja grasped Zidane’s hips, squeezing them softly. His captive seemed to think he had had an easy escape...!
Diving forward again, Kuja opened his mouth and accepted as much of Zidane’s length as he could. At once, Zidane cried aloud, and encouraged by it, the older genome began to work harder. Feeling the body beneath him writhing, Kuja moaned and massaged the blond’s hips, softly sucking on him. This, this was ecstasy, Zidane’s body, his whimpers, the control he had over his prisoner... this was bliss.
Impatient to continue the scene, Kuja slid one hand beneath Zidane and held it against his back. He began to pull the other genome towards him, lowering his lips to cover as much of Zidane’s length as he could. With the other hand, he raked his fingernails across Zidane’s stomach. Not enough to leave marks, but a teasing touch with a hint of dominance. He let his fingers wander the soft skin of his captive’s bound body, reaching up, and drawing his nails across Zidane’s ribs. The younger man was moaning a little louder... perhaps it was time to make him scream. Really scream. But first...
Kuja reluctantly released Zidane from his ministrations, and leaned higher above him to remove the blindfold. Zidane’s eyes shone at him, then were quickly turned away. With another smile, Kuja resumed his position. “No...” Zidane murmured as the other man shifted back down to waist level. “Don’t say no to me, canary,” Kuja whispered seductively. “I can’t bear it when you say no.” His soft voice faded into a hiss. “I want to hear you say yes...!”
No answer. At least it wasn’t a turndown.
Pausing to allow his prisoner the agony of anticipation, Kuja gazed at Zidane’s face, still turned away. Then he grasped the blond’s member once more and began to suck on it again, harder this time, letting his tongue press against the skin. Zidane pulled at the unforgiving straps around his ankles, getting nowhere. It made his captor smile, as he tightened his lips against the erection, lowering his head at the same time. Zidane’s cries were becoming louder, a little more desperate, as though he honestly couldn’t stop them.
“Oh... please...” Zidane whispered. “Please stop...”
“Mmm,” Kuja purred, unable to say anything else.
“No, no! Oh gods. Oh Kuja...”
Kuja laughed quietly against the skin he played with, silently urging Zidane to say more, grasping the genome’s waist and pulling him forward again.
“Kuja, Kuja!”
Now it was the silver-haired genome who couldn’t restrain his moans.
“Let me go... I don’t want to... I don’t want...”
“No... but I want you to,” Kuja thought to himself.
Zidane’s entire body was suddenly racked with shudders and Kuja knew he was ready. He quickened his pace, massaging Zidane’s waist as he brought his prisoner closer one last time...
“Yes... Kuja... Oh Kuja... Ahh!!”
Again, really sorry for the delay, and thanks for the reviews, you don't know how happy they make me!
And on with the yaoi.
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Throwing his head back and laughing, Kuja enjoyed the anticipation.
He slid downwards, his knees either side of Zidane’s. Slowly, he lay down, the cool skin of his face touching the burning heat of Zidane’s hips. His captive whimpered as Kuja’s hair trickled down his thighs in tendrils.
Suddenly, Zidane yelled. “Enough playing around! Untie me!”
Kuja stroked Zidane’s waist with one long fingernail. “I’ll decide when enough’s enough, my love,” he whispered. “And when I’m out of here,” Zidane growled, “...I swear I’m going to --”
Interrupting, Kuja grasped Zidane’s erection and licked it slowly from base to tip. The victim gasped, struggling again, trying to wriggle away. How futile. “I suppose then,” Kuja smirked, “that I should make the most of you while I have you.”
The blond genome appeared to be out of smart remarks. He was as far back as the bonds would allow, the blindfold masking his expression completely. “I’ll entertain you just as a host should,” his tormentor announced with pride.
He flicked his hair forward as he bent over Zidane one more time, silver locks falling, touching, teasing. Closing his eyes in appreciation of the beauty of this moment, Kuja licked his lips. Then, taking one last look at his masked prisoner, he let his tongue caress the tip of Zidane’s length.
The blond only shuddered. Kuja opened his mouth wider, taking the head and sucking it as softly as he could. He shifted slightly, wrapping his legs tighter around the body beneath him, and holding Zidane’s member at the base so he could direct it as he wanted. Curling his long fingers around the velvety skin, he felt a rush of power. “Only I can do this to Zidane,” he thought, “No-one else. I’ll make him admit it sooner or later.” Getting carried away with his thoughts, he absent-mindedly tightened his grip. A sudden cry from above him alerted him to it, and his thoughts snapped back to his actions rather than his ambitions.
The silver haired young man swirled his tongue around all the skin he could reach, so slow it was torturous. Every now and then, Zidane would moan, so quiet he had to struggle to even pick it up. “Not enough of a reaction!” he thought, frustrated. “I want to hear you scream!” With a wicked smile, he released Zidane’s erection from his lips. The thighs between his were even more tense than they had been. Far from finished, Kuja grasped Zidane’s hips, squeezing them softly. His captive seemed to think he had had an easy escape...!
Diving forward again, Kuja opened his mouth and accepted as much of Zidane’s length as he could. At once, Zidane cried aloud, and encouraged by it, the older genome began to work harder. Feeling the body beneath him writhing, Kuja moaned and massaged the blond’s hips, softly sucking on him. This, this was ecstasy, Zidane’s body, his whimpers, the control he had over his prisoner... this was bliss.
Impatient to continue the scene, Kuja slid one hand beneath Zidane and held it against his back. He began to pull the other genome towards him, lowering his lips to cover as much of Zidane’s length as he could. With the other hand, he raked his fingernails across Zidane’s stomach. Not enough to leave marks, but a teasing touch with a hint of dominance. He let his fingers wander the soft skin of his captive’s bound body, reaching up, and drawing his nails across Zidane’s ribs. The younger man was moaning a little louder... perhaps it was time to make him scream. Really scream. But first...
Kuja reluctantly released Zidane from his ministrations, and leaned higher above him to remove the blindfold. Zidane’s eyes shone at him, then were quickly turned away. With another smile, Kuja resumed his position. “No...” Zidane murmured as the other man shifted back down to waist level. “Don’t say no to me, canary,” Kuja whispered seductively. “I can’t bear it when you say no.” His soft voice faded into a hiss. “I want to hear you say yes...!”
No answer. At least it wasn’t a turndown.
Pausing to allow his prisoner the agony of anticipation, Kuja gazed at Zidane’s face, still turned away. Then he grasped the blond’s member once more and began to suck on it again, harder this time, letting his tongue press against the skin. Zidane pulled at the unforgiving straps around his ankles, getting nowhere. It made his captor smile, as he tightened his lips against the erection, lowering his head at the same time. Zidane’s cries were becoming louder, a little more desperate, as though he honestly couldn’t stop them.
“Oh... please...” Zidane whispered. “Please stop...”
“Mmm,” Kuja purred, unable to say anything else.
“No, no! Oh gods. Oh Kuja...”
Kuja laughed quietly against the skin he played with, silently urging Zidane to say more, grasping the genome’s waist and pulling him forward again.
“Kuja, Kuja!”
Now it was the silver-haired genome who couldn’t restrain his moans.
“Let me go... I don’t want to... I don’t want...”
“No... but I want you to,” Kuja thought to himself.
Zidane’s entire body was suddenly racked with shudders and Kuja knew he was ready. He quickened his pace, massaging Zidane’s waist as he brought his prisoner closer one last time...
“Yes... Kuja... Oh Kuja... Ahh!!”