Author's Notes: These two villains are poetry in motion, and I don't think there are enough fics out there with them as a pairing. I decided to write one, as they have some things in common (both of them had a "father" that used them and experimented on them), I thought they might make an interesting pairing.
Sympathy for the Damned
Kuja smiled cheerfully at Sephiroth when the swordsman’s bright eyes slowly opened. "Welcome back. You took quite a fall, but I cleaned you up."
Sephiroth tried to move, and he turned his head to take in his surroundings. When his eyes met Kuja’s again, they were narrowed and venomous.
"Oh, forgive the restraints," Kuja explained lightly, "I had to protect myself as I cleaned you up, you see. You were out of control when you fell."
Sephiroth said nothing, but the fury in his eyes spoke loudly enough. Kuja sighed, realizing that the swordsman’s mind hadn’t quite come back to itself, yet. The person restrained on the bed wasn’t the Sephiroth that he normally associated with. "You can glare all you like," Kuja said, crossing his arms over his chest, "I had to see to your wounds, and I’m not stupid enough to risk allowing you to attack me. You’re just going to have to relax and deal with it, until you calm down and start feeling more like yourself."
"I am feeling like myself," Sephiroth said in a low voice. His muscles bulged as he strained against the padded ropes binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and Kuja tensed. When he couldn’t break his restraints, Sephiroth’s eyes became hooded, and his expression changed. "I won’t hurt you," he promised.
Kuja chuckled. "Of course you won’t, because I’m not going to untie you until I’m good and ready to."
"You have no idea of what you’re doing," Sephiroth said ominously, "release me now, and I promise that I’ll be lenient."
Kuja made a show of considering this. He tilted his head and hummed; "hmmm."
Sephiroth’s gaze traveled the genome’s body, and Kuja recognized the lustful expression on his face. He had changed into a simple thong so that he could sleep at the foot of Sephiroth’s bed as comfortably as possible. It wasn’t as good as sleeping naked, but he thought at least a scrap of clothing might be prudent, while Sephiroth was in such an unpredictable condition.
"Sorry, I can’t do that," Kuja finally said with a shrug, "you told me yourself not to trust you when you’re like this."
"You’re making a mistake," Sephiroth said softly. He fairly exuded menace. "I’ll give you one last chance. Release me now, and I’ll let you live as my pet. Otherwise, I’ll get free anyhow and take what I want." His eyes roamed over Kuja’s nearly naked body again, and he smiled evilly. "You’re not exactly a woman, but you’re close enough. I haven’t been laid in a while."
Kuja almost balked at him. "I think you must have hit your head when you fell, my friend. Yes, it’s been a while, but we’ve already had sex once before. Don’t you remember? Or, is the Sephiroth I know stuck somewhere in that head of yours? And for the record, my having some feminine curves on my body doesn’t make me any less male than you are."
Sephiroth stared at him in confusion, and Kuja saw the struggle in his eyes. "I...I remember now," he whispered, closing his eyes. He winced and moaned. "You should leave."
"Nonsense. You haven’t eaten. I’ve brought a plate of food up to feed you that I put away last night." Feeling pity for his companion, Kuja allowed the fact that Sephiroth claimed to have "forgotten" that they had sex slide. He obviously wasn’t in his right mind.
"I can use magic too, you know," Sephiroth said ominously, through clenched teeth, "we never called it that, where I come from, but I could hurt you--even bound like this."
Seeing that Sephy was coming back to himself, Kuja relaxed. "Well then, I’ll have to remedy that. I hope you won’t hold this against me." He quickly cast a muting spell on his companion, who stared at him with a combination of annoyance and urgency. Sephiroth tried to speak, and when he couldn't, he frowned. Kuja grinned at him. "I’ll make it up to you. I just can’t take the risk of letting you go, right now. Are you hungry?"
It was a redundant question, for he had already heard Sephiroth’s stomach growl. However, the swordsman nodded. He didn’t look a bit pleased with being in such an indignant position, but at least a part of him seemed to understand.
Kuja nodded sagely and took the plate off of the nearby dresser. He gracefully climbed onto the bed and straddled his companion, and he noticed that Sephiroth’s eyes softened with arousal. He smiled as he felt the bulge in the swordsman’s trousers grow harder against the inside of his thigh.
"What shall we try first? Mashed potato?" Kuja said lightly as he scooped up some of the white stuff with the fork.
Sephiroth’s face turned red with humiliation. "I’m not a baby," he mouthed.
Kuja chuckled and leaned down to kiss Sephiroth on the chin. "You’re my baby." He straightened up and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Oh, alright! No more pet names. You needn’t glare so."
He blew gently on the steaming forkful of potatoes he had scooped (he had heated the food using his magic) and brought it carefully to Sephiroth’s frowning mouth. "Come on, Sephy...don’t be stubborn," he chastised. The green eyes met his, and Kuja sighed. "Okay, no shortened names, either. You’re no fun. Here...you need to eat."
Sephiroth slowly parted his lips and allowed the genome to feed him the mouthful of mashed potatoes. As he chewed, Kuja smiled and said, "You didn’t seem to mind being called ‘Sephy’ while we were having sex that night."
Sephiroth swallowed and mouthed, "I wasn’t paying attention to anything you said, then."
"Oooh, that was below the belt!" Kuja said, pretending offense. He laughed softly at Sephiroth’s almost petulant look, and he cut a piece of steak. "Easy, I’m only teasing you." He dipped the piece of steak lightly in the cup of gravy on the side, and he fed it to the frustrated swordsman. "Good?" he questioned.
Sephiroth’s mouth was full, so he shrugged as much as his bonds would allow. "How about a drink?" Kuja asked. Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed the cup of juice from the nightstand and brought it to Sephiroth’s lips. The swordsman frowned fiercely at him and continued to chew. "Oh, I beg your pardon. You just nod at me when you’re ready for a drink, then."
Kuja was enjoying this immensely. He could see how annoyed Sephiroth was getting with his teasing, but he felt that turnabout was fair play. It was his turn to treat Sephiroth like a child, and see how he liked it!
Sephiroth finally nodded, and Kuja carefully held the drink to his lips. Some of it dribbled down the young man’s chin, and Kuja sighed, "You messy boy. Here, let me clean that up." He pulled the cup away and held the platter out so that he could lean forward and lick the sticky drops from Sephiroth’s chin. He gasped when Sephiroth turned his head and kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue past his lips. Kuja returned the kiss and caressed the swordsman’s jaw briefly with his free hand, then straightened back up with a grin. "What was that for?" He asked.
"I just felt like it, you little terror."
Even without the use of his voice, Sephiroth managed somehow to convey an exasperated tone when he mouthed the words. Kuja snickered and fed him some peas, next. "I’ll have to tie you up more often, if it’s going to earn me kisses like that."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes and swallowed the mouthful he was chewing on. "Just feed me the damn dinner."
"Whatever you say, oh cranky one."
Sephiroth sighed in annoyance.
Most of the dinner ended up in Sephiroth’s stomach, but there were a few small accidents. Kuja finally fed him the last of it and wiped his face off, grinning as he glared at him. "If looks could kill, I’d be buzzard bait."
Sephiroth’s lips quirked unwillingly, and Kuja put the empty plate back on the dresser and sighed. "Well, what shall we do next? Do you have any itchy places you’d like me to scratch?"
Sephiroth’s eyes glowed more hotly and caressed the sorcerer’s body, and he nodded.
"Well, where do you itch?" Kuja asked innocently, pretending not to notice the suggestive leer that Sephy had just given him.
Sephiroth didn’t respond except to lift his pelvis slightly, pushing the straining bulge in his trousers against Kuja’s thigh.
"Oh, I see. Your tummy itches."
Sephiroth’s eyes widened, and he jerked as the genome began to lightly scratch his lower abdomen with his fingertips. The swordsman grunted and squirmed, his face flushing with embarrassment as giggles threatened. He tried to yell at Kuja to stop, but no sound came out. His green eyes began to tear up, and his body shook with unwilling laughter.
Kuja chuckled and showed mercy to him after a few moments, and he wasn’t the least bit concerned when Sephiroth glared at him. The genome looked at his companion’s heaving torso with admiration, and he ran his hands up and down the smooth skin, enjoying the way the muscles bunched up beneath it.
"Serves you right for all those times you treated me like a child," Kuja murmured, but his blue eyes twinkled mischievously. He sighed and stretched out on top of Sephiroth, still straddling his waist. He laid his head on the swordsman’s hard chest and rubbed his sides. "You really are beautiful, do you know that?" he whispered. "I wish I could trust you enough to untie you, but even if you are sane right now, you’re probably so angry at me for teasing you that you’d still beat me up."
The body that Kuja lay atop shook with amused, silent laughter, and he tilted his head back and grinned up at his bound companion. Sephiroth was frowning severely at him, his eyes saying that he intended to get even with him, somehow. He was still in a state of arousal, and Kuja rubbed his body succulently against his and sighed, "I want you."
Sephiroth seemed to be getting used to the genome’s straightforward way of doing things, for he didn’t appear surprised by the admission. He merely regarded his more slender companion questioningly, as if asking what he planned to do about it.
Kuja straightened up and lifted his hips off of the bound swordsman, so that he could remove the clasps holding his thong on. He smiled at Sephiroth, feeling a thrill go through him as the green eyes stared at him with carnal hunger. He hadn’t brought anything to use as a lubricant, but that didn’t deter him. He gracefully tossed his scanty underwear onto the dresser and curled his fingers around his own erection.
Sephiroth’s lips parted in fascination as Kuja slowly stroked himself. The genome’s lapis eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure, and he licked his lips and undulated gently. "I hope you don’t mind," Kuja whispered, "but we need lubricant, and since I didn’t bring any, we’ll have to rely on nature." He smiled seductively at the amazed swordsman. "You’ve never watched anyone masturbate before, have you?"
Sephiroth shook his head and kept staring at the pretty, flushed cock that Kuja stroked. His fingers curled, and Kuja realized that he wanted to touch him. "Perhaps when I’ve calmed you down, I’ll let you play with it," the sorcerer teased, "I can’t untie you, just yet." He closed his eyes and sighed as the pleasure grew, and he felt Sephiroth shift restlessly beneath him.
"Soon, Sephy," he promised breathlessly. He gasped as his orgasm struck, and he cupped his other hand over his jerking penis to capture his seed. Breathing heavily with his release, Kuja lifted off of his companion and smoothed his own ejaculation over his entrance, making sure to slide his fingers in and stretch himself a bit.
"There now," he said after a few moments, smiling down at Sephiroth. "All that’s left now is to free the beast...er...so to speak." Sephiroth’s breath quickened as the genome deftly unzipped his trousers. "Lift your hips a moment, Sephy."
He didn’t make any complaints about the nickname, this time. He obediently did as Kuja said, and he groaned silently as the sorcerer tugged his pants down over his hips, allowing his swollen cock to spring free. He tensed instinctively as Kuja gripped his sex and began to sink down, and when the genome took him inside with a groan, his bright eyes snapped shut in ecstasy.
Kuja waited for a moment, allowing himself to adjust to Sephiroth’s thick length, and then he began to ride the jutting member. He tilted his hips a bit and leaned back, bracing his palms on the swordsman’s thighs for leverage, and he gave a shaken cry of pleasure. "Ahhh, just right," he gasped as his motions caused his companion’s cock to stroke his prostate, each time he slid onto it. He let his head fall back, and he gave himself up to the rhythm.
Sephiroth began to thrust his pelvis slowly, gasping in pleasure as his unique partner rode him. He strained against the bonds holding him, wanting to touch Kuja, but the genome was surprisingly adept at tying knots, and they wouldn’t budge. The tips of Kuja’s long hair brushed his legs as the sorcerer moved atop him, and his tail caressed the insides of Sephiroth’s thighs sensually, one at a time.
Sephiroth was suddenly glad that he was under a silence spell, for he had begun to whimper helplessly. It grew worse as Kuja’s tail snaked in further, reaching between his thighs to tickle his balls and even his anus. He didn’t expect the stimulation on his rectum to feel so sensual, and he began to tremble. He tossed his head and mouthed the sorcerer’s name, and Kuja began to bounce on top of him as if he heard the silent plea. The genome’s penis had again stiffened, and he rose from his leaned-back position and gazed down at Sephiroth with passion-fogged eyes. He gave three sharp thrusts of his hips, crying out as he did so, and Sephiroth tensed so much that he almost curled up. He came inside of the genome with a soundless yell of pleasure, and then he fell back against the pillows and gasped helplessly.
Kuja stroked the swordsman’s hair and made a satisfied, purring sound as the organ inside of him jerked and bucked. When it finished, he lowered his upper body onto Sephiroth’s heaving torso and stroked his chest. "There now," he said breathlessly, "don’t you feel better?"
Sephiroth couldn’t answer, of course. Not that it mattered. Kuja could feel the sexual satisfaction emanating from his companion, and he smiled proudly and kissed the lean-muscled chest that he lay against. He was hard again, himself, and he could stand a little more action. He wondered what Sephy would think about some role-reversal. It was only fair, after all. Kuja grinned.
-To be continued
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