Dansu no Bishounen
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Breakfast
Dansu no Bishonen
Chapter Four: Breakfast
VVL 69: And another update. Jeez, I must be cracking up here. ^^
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General Sephiroth's quarters, 1100 hrs
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Sephiroth opened his eyes and turned to look at the clock, only to find that it was already five hours past his normal time of waking. Wondering just what would have kept him in bed, he looked down to where Kuja was comfortably stretched out over his body, silvery tail flicking about lazily in his sleep. "Good morning," he whispered in an affectionately gentle tone.
"Mmmmm . . . " Kuja stirred slowly from atop the General. "What time is it . . . ?"
"1100 hours."
"Meaning . . . " Kuja paused.
"Eleven ante meridiem." Sephiroth found a smile curling his lips at the genome, who obviously had no idea how military hours worked. "I see you had a pleasant sleep."
"I did," Kuja sighed. "Oooohh." He stretched himself experimentally, finding a pleasant pain in his body from the night before.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes," the genome whispered. "Are you?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sephiroth wondered.
"Well, you're clearly sleeping later than usual, as your face shows . . . " Kuja wiped a bit of sleep from his eyes and watched the General drowsily.
"And what about you?" Sephiroth inquired. "You seem tired."
"That's because I've never had such a lovely rest."
"Care for breakfast?" Sephiroth asked softly. "Zack is obviously in the kitchen," - he tilted his head at a sudden curse from outside the bedroom - "and is preparing something for us."
"Hey." The door opened, revealing Zack standing in the entrance to the bedroom with pancake batter covering his high collar. "What should I make for you this morning?"
"Do you have crumpets?" Kuja queried.
"Yes," Sephiroth confirmed. "In the freezer, Zack."
"And what would you like on 'em?"
"Marmalade, if you have it."
"Of course . . . another person with Sephiroth's tastes." Zack nodded and left the room.
"Now for a shower," Sephiroth said softly, placing a hand on Kuja's unclothed back.
~~~
"Ahhh . . . "
Long, graceful fingers twined through Sephiroth's silver hair as he turned to embrace Kuja, covered in a fine, warm mist from the shower. "I see you're enjoying this," he commented at the weapons dealer's eagerness to cuddle him.
"Oh, yes," Kuja sighed, curling his tail around Sephiroth's thigh. "It's wonderful."
"Then allow me to wash you, if you're going to hang all over me." Sephiroth's response was almost gentle in its tone.
"You've changed a bit," Kuja whispered as Sephiroth raised a sponge into his hand. "What happened . . . ?"
'What indeed?' Sephiroth wondered to himself. 'What could have made me so sensitive to someone else?' He opened a bottle of cream bath and squeezed a bit of the liquid into the sponge, crushing it in his hand twice for good measure.
"Whatever it is," Kuja sighed, "I think I like it." He nestled his head into Sephiroth's shoulder and exhaled as he felt the General gently rub the sponge down his body, cleaning away the slight perspiration from the night before. "And you certainly weren't rough with me last night," he noted.
"I wasn't in the mood to be rough," Sephiroth said in dismissal of himself. "But if you try to leave, I will be."
"Don't worry," Kuja cooed softly. "I don't think I'll be leaving for a good long while." Indeed, he had no reason to. No one on Gaia cared a whit for his concerns, much less for him . . . and Zidane would get over his brotherly thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" Sephiroth wondered.
"Nothing much," Kuja denied and lifted his head to watch the General. "Are you thinking of something?"
"Just you."
A knock on the door startled them both. "I'm finished making your breakfast," Zack called from the other side of the door. "And I'm going out to practice in the drill hall . . . I'll see you later."
"All right," Sephiroth responded and lazily drew the sponge up the front of Kuja's body, gently squeezing the malleable, soft flesh of Kuja's rump with his other hand. "We'll be out in a moment."
"Mmm." Kuja pressed his lips to Sephiroth's, fully enjoying both his attentions and the day's beginning. "Shall we?"
"Of course," Sephiroth agreed and turned off the faucet.
~~~
"Mmm," Kuja sighed through a bite of his crumpet. "Lovely breakfast, Sephiroth, isn't it . . . ?" He lifted the General's fork for him to have a mouthful of the pancakes that Zack had prepared. "But you have to eat too."
"Well." Sephiroth opened his mouth to receive the slices of his breakfast, chewed them for a moment, and then swallowed, watching the Genome with catlike green eyes. "I didn't expect you to care so much for me."
"Anyone who doesn't wish to kill me on sight is pleasant company," Kuja remarked, recalling how everyone on Gaia had nearly enough bloodthirst to kill him with a single glance.
"I must admit that before I met you, killing you was exactly my thought." Sephiroth took a sip of his orange juice and sighed. "But once you walked through that door, I immediately wanted you to curl up in my bed and stay there."
"Well, that's pleasant news."
"The killing part or the bed part?"
"Bed," Kuja sighed gratefully and lifted one graceful foot to tickle the General's thighs beneath the table.
"You know, you look lovely in my silk pajama shirt," Sephiroth commented for a second time. "Even though it's clearly too large, the color suits you well."
"I do adore black," Kuja nodded, "but I look just a bit more innocent in white."
"Innocent . . . " Sephiroth bit back a laugh. "I don't think that would be a proper word to describe you. Angelic, perhaps, but after last night you definitely aren't innocent."
"Mean," Kuja grumbled, pushing the General in the stomach with his foot.
"Mmm, what have we here?" Sephiroth lifted Kuja's foot into one hand, gently tickling the underside. "I assume you aren't ticklish, then," he decided at the Genome's unchanging expression.
"Oh, no, I am," Kuja murmured. "But I hide it well. Someone of my caliber can hardly be expected to show weakness, after all." He noted the play of Sephiroth's fingers over his toes and giggled softly, huskily. "But when I'm with you, I suppose I can let my guard down."
"Hey, guys." Zack walked in, carrying a large box of something. "Sephiroth, what would you say if I told you there was a SOLDIER banquet tonight and that you had to be there?"
"What is he doing back?" Kuja wondered with a turn of his head. Sephiroth's hand slipped under the shirt and gripped his naked sex, turning the weapons dealer's head back in the direction of the General.
"I would say that I would be there at the appropriate time," Sephiroth nodded.
"And Kuja, what if I told you it was a formal affair?"
"You think my usual state of dress is not formal?" Kuja wondered. "How rude." He attempted not to moan at the kneading of his genitals and mostly succeeded, a quiet hiss of breath leaving his clenched teeth.
"No, I mean less formal than what you wear. You're always dressed as if you're going to a palace ball."
"So I have to dress down for the occasion . . . ?"
"Yeah," Zack nodded, setting the box down in front of him. "And I got you something just for the occasion . . . I noticed Sephiroth looking at it yesterday."
"That dress?" Sephiroth wondered. "But he'd never wear it."
Kuja, however, had opened the box and was staring inside with a wordless gasp.
"Well?" Zack inquired.
"It's beautiful . . . " Kuja lifted the black silk dress from the box and held it up. "But I don't have any proper shoes to wear with it."
"Thought of that already," Zack said and tossed another box to him. "They're stiletto, just so you know."
"Oh, my." Kuja opened the box and sighed at the sight of the equally black, long-heeled shoes, their straps clearly meant to be tied around the lower leg and ankle. "They're lovely."
"I thought they'd be really good for that dress."
"So," Sephiroth turned to inquire of Zack, "when is the banquet, and where?"
"In the dining hall, at six. Be there fashionably late." Zack moved to leave.
"Ah," Kuja sighed comfortably, "just as I am accustomed to."
"And one more thing--" Zack turned back to the pair, "--don't even think of skipping this thing. President Shinra will be there and he will be pissed if you're not present, Sephiroth. Besides, with that sex kitten draped over your arm, everyone will be staring at you all night."
"Yes, they will be," Sephiroth acknowledged and tilted his head towards Kuja as Zack opened the door and strode down the hall. "In the mood for a party?" he inquired.
"I'll be there," Kuja nodded and picked up the dress and shoes, striding off towards the bedroom.
~~
Rushed chapter, I know, but it worked in my opinion. Just what happened last night? Well, that's the subject of the next chapter, which will be titled "Interlude".
VVL 69
Chapter Four: Breakfast
VVL 69: And another update. Jeez, I must be cracking up here. ^^
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General Sephiroth's quarters, 1100 hrs
~~~
Sephiroth opened his eyes and turned to look at the clock, only to find that it was already five hours past his normal time of waking. Wondering just what would have kept him in bed, he looked down to where Kuja was comfortably stretched out over his body, silvery tail flicking about lazily in his sleep. "Good morning," he whispered in an affectionately gentle tone.
"Mmmmm . . . " Kuja stirred slowly from atop the General. "What time is it . . . ?"
"1100 hours."
"Meaning . . . " Kuja paused.
"Eleven ante meridiem." Sephiroth found a smile curling his lips at the genome, who obviously had no idea how military hours worked. "I see you had a pleasant sleep."
"I did," Kuja sighed. "Oooohh." He stretched himself experimentally, finding a pleasant pain in his body from the night before.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes," the genome whispered. "Are you?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sephiroth wondered.
"Well, you're clearly sleeping later than usual, as your face shows . . . " Kuja wiped a bit of sleep from his eyes and watched the General drowsily.
"And what about you?" Sephiroth inquired. "You seem tired."
"That's because I've never had such a lovely rest."
"Care for breakfast?" Sephiroth asked softly. "Zack is obviously in the kitchen," - he tilted his head at a sudden curse from outside the bedroom - "and is preparing something for us."
"Hey." The door opened, revealing Zack standing in the entrance to the bedroom with pancake batter covering his high collar. "What should I make for you this morning?"
"Do you have crumpets?" Kuja queried.
"Yes," Sephiroth confirmed. "In the freezer, Zack."
"And what would you like on 'em?"
"Marmalade, if you have it."
"Of course . . . another person with Sephiroth's tastes." Zack nodded and left the room.
"Now for a shower," Sephiroth said softly, placing a hand on Kuja's unclothed back.
~~~
"Ahhh . . . "
Long, graceful fingers twined through Sephiroth's silver hair as he turned to embrace Kuja, covered in a fine, warm mist from the shower. "I see you're enjoying this," he commented at the weapons dealer's eagerness to cuddle him.
"Oh, yes," Kuja sighed, curling his tail around Sephiroth's thigh. "It's wonderful."
"Then allow me to wash you, if you're going to hang all over me." Sephiroth's response was almost gentle in its tone.
"You've changed a bit," Kuja whispered as Sephiroth raised a sponge into his hand. "What happened . . . ?"
'What indeed?' Sephiroth wondered to himself. 'What could have made me so sensitive to someone else?' He opened a bottle of cream bath and squeezed a bit of the liquid into the sponge, crushing it in his hand twice for good measure.
"Whatever it is," Kuja sighed, "I think I like it." He nestled his head into Sephiroth's shoulder and exhaled as he felt the General gently rub the sponge down his body, cleaning away the slight perspiration from the night before. "And you certainly weren't rough with me last night," he noted.
"I wasn't in the mood to be rough," Sephiroth said in dismissal of himself. "But if you try to leave, I will be."
"Don't worry," Kuja cooed softly. "I don't think I'll be leaving for a good long while." Indeed, he had no reason to. No one on Gaia cared a whit for his concerns, much less for him . . . and Zidane would get over his brotherly thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" Sephiroth wondered.
"Nothing much," Kuja denied and lifted his head to watch the General. "Are you thinking of something?"
"Just you."
A knock on the door startled them both. "I'm finished making your breakfast," Zack called from the other side of the door. "And I'm going out to practice in the drill hall . . . I'll see you later."
"All right," Sephiroth responded and lazily drew the sponge up the front of Kuja's body, gently squeezing the malleable, soft flesh of Kuja's rump with his other hand. "We'll be out in a moment."
"Mmm." Kuja pressed his lips to Sephiroth's, fully enjoying both his attentions and the day's beginning. "Shall we?"
"Of course," Sephiroth agreed and turned off the faucet.
~~~
"Mmm," Kuja sighed through a bite of his crumpet. "Lovely breakfast, Sephiroth, isn't it . . . ?" He lifted the General's fork for him to have a mouthful of the pancakes that Zack had prepared. "But you have to eat too."
"Well." Sephiroth opened his mouth to receive the slices of his breakfast, chewed them for a moment, and then swallowed, watching the Genome with catlike green eyes. "I didn't expect you to care so much for me."
"Anyone who doesn't wish to kill me on sight is pleasant company," Kuja remarked, recalling how everyone on Gaia had nearly enough bloodthirst to kill him with a single glance.
"I must admit that before I met you, killing you was exactly my thought." Sephiroth took a sip of his orange juice and sighed. "But once you walked through that door, I immediately wanted you to curl up in my bed and stay there."
"Well, that's pleasant news."
"The killing part or the bed part?"
"Bed," Kuja sighed gratefully and lifted one graceful foot to tickle the General's thighs beneath the table.
"You know, you look lovely in my silk pajama shirt," Sephiroth commented for a second time. "Even though it's clearly too large, the color suits you well."
"I do adore black," Kuja nodded, "but I look just a bit more innocent in white."
"Innocent . . . " Sephiroth bit back a laugh. "I don't think that would be a proper word to describe you. Angelic, perhaps, but after last night you definitely aren't innocent."
"Mean," Kuja grumbled, pushing the General in the stomach with his foot.
"Mmm, what have we here?" Sephiroth lifted Kuja's foot into one hand, gently tickling the underside. "I assume you aren't ticklish, then," he decided at the Genome's unchanging expression.
"Oh, no, I am," Kuja murmured. "But I hide it well. Someone of my caliber can hardly be expected to show weakness, after all." He noted the play of Sephiroth's fingers over his toes and giggled softly, huskily. "But when I'm with you, I suppose I can let my guard down."
"Hey, guys." Zack walked in, carrying a large box of something. "Sephiroth, what would you say if I told you there was a SOLDIER banquet tonight and that you had to be there?"
"What is he doing back?" Kuja wondered with a turn of his head. Sephiroth's hand slipped under the shirt and gripped his naked sex, turning the weapons dealer's head back in the direction of the General.
"I would say that I would be there at the appropriate time," Sephiroth nodded.
"And Kuja, what if I told you it was a formal affair?"
"You think my usual state of dress is not formal?" Kuja wondered. "How rude." He attempted not to moan at the kneading of his genitals and mostly succeeded, a quiet hiss of breath leaving his clenched teeth.
"No, I mean less formal than what you wear. You're always dressed as if you're going to a palace ball."
"So I have to dress down for the occasion . . . ?"
"Yeah," Zack nodded, setting the box down in front of him. "And I got you something just for the occasion . . . I noticed Sephiroth looking at it yesterday."
"That dress?" Sephiroth wondered. "But he'd never wear it."
Kuja, however, had opened the box and was staring inside with a wordless gasp.
"Well?" Zack inquired.
"It's beautiful . . . " Kuja lifted the black silk dress from the box and held it up. "But I don't have any proper shoes to wear with it."
"Thought of that already," Zack said and tossed another box to him. "They're stiletto, just so you know."
"Oh, my." Kuja opened the box and sighed at the sight of the equally black, long-heeled shoes, their straps clearly meant to be tied around the lower leg and ankle. "They're lovely."
"I thought they'd be really good for that dress."
"So," Sephiroth turned to inquire of Zack, "when is the banquet, and where?"
"In the dining hall, at six. Be there fashionably late." Zack moved to leave.
"Ah," Kuja sighed comfortably, "just as I am accustomed to."
"And one more thing--" Zack turned back to the pair, "--don't even think of skipping this thing. President Shinra will be there and he will be pissed if you're not present, Sephiroth. Besides, with that sex kitten draped over your arm, everyone will be staring at you all night."
"Yes, they will be," Sephiroth acknowledged and tilted his head towards Kuja as Zack opened the door and strode down the hall. "In the mood for a party?" he inquired.
"I'll be there," Kuja nodded and picked up the dress and shoes, striding off towards the bedroom.
~~
Rushed chapter, I know, but it worked in my opinion. Just what happened last night? Well, that's the subject of the next chapter, which will be titled "Interlude".
VVL 69