Series: Final Fantasy IX
Category: General/Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Zidane/Kuja
Warning: Yaoi, lemon
Author's Note: My most flamed story, but at the same time, one of my most popular fics. I tried to write a plot of some kind to support it so that it wouldn't be a mere PWP, but I guess I didn't exactly succeed.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy IX belongs to Squaresoft. Be glad for that.
Archive: Abstract Reasoning, Fanfiction.net, Dark Roses.
Summary: Kuja has seen dreams about Zidane for his whole life.. one night, everything changes.

Boy Of My Dreams

He's so beautiful. Although his gaze directed down, and his wild, golden locks of hair fall down to his face, I can see his angelic adorability.. Garland did a really good job when creating him, almost as good as with me. If only he would have been physically a little stronger.. maybe he could have been an opponent worth of Beatrix's skills, then.
  The rat-girl raises her head, staring at me with despise and anger, but I ignore her, she's not worth of my attention. After staring at the petite boy.. what was his name again.. enough, I turn my back to him and his pathetic group and walk away, to my ever-loyal companion, Silver Dragon. He growls a little as I climb up on his back, giving the boy and his friends one last glance before he rising up to his wings. I see a glimpse of the rat-girl reaching out for me, then falling back to the ground, shaking in agony, as Silver Dragon flies to the skies, taking me to my next destination, the Dark City of Treno.
My thoughts keep racing around the little blonde.
  'Zidane...'
  The regular visitor of my dreams.

People say that sleep is only place where you can be truly in peace, the only place where you can escape the harsh reality. The one who discovered that must have mistaken for big time, because with me, it's definately not like that. Every one of my dreams keep reminding me about the one who was meant to be better than me, to be the true successor of my master. Sometimes he just appears for the shortest moment, but even the glimpse of his happily smiling face is enough to break the moment of peace I might have felt, leaving me disturbed for the rest of the night. Angel of Death. Hah. He looks like he wouldn't be able to hurt a fly.
  At least, so did it seemed for the first 15 years of his life and of the time I had known him, or rather, known about his existence.
  Then, something changed.
  In the dreamworld, I had always been watching him from far, and he never was able to see me, and not once did we touch. The first change that happened was on the day he had existed exactly for 15 years, and I dreamt of watching him talking to some boy who I assumed to be his friend, and he accidentally glanced at me.. but this time, to my shock, instead of just looking through me his baby-blue eyes focused on me, SAW me. And he smiled.
  I woke up sweating.
  After that, it was always me who was being approached. I noticed him watching at me when I was somewhere, smiling with his head cocked to the side, his furry tail swinging. He kept coming closer, in every dream, until he was right next to me, reaching out to touch me, but I always pulled away, instantly waking up. Naturally, eventually came the time when I wasn't able to do even that.. I remember being to be able to actually feel his fingers brushing over my cheeks, while drowning into blueness of his eyes when staring into them so closely.
  I never understood why was it that way. We had never met in person, and we lived in separate worlds.. so we couldn't know each other. Why was he there, harrassing me in my dreams? Looking at me, talking at me sometimes.. touching me? It wasn't Garland's doing.. why would he be doing that, because if I had understood right, he wasn't too eager to introduce us to each other. And even if he wanted, he would definately make us hate each other, in his evil. He would made sure that if we met, Zidane would slap my face instead of caressing it.
  'So why?'
  "Sire?"
  Shrugging myself free from my thoughts, I turn to face an Alexandrian female soldier, who stares at me awaitingly. "Queen Brahne commanded to tell you that the attack to Cleyra will start tomorrow", she announces, standing straight. "Is your room appealing?"
  "It's fine", I tell her coldly, waving my hand dismissively. "I am going to sleep now. Inform me about anything unusual."
  She bows deeply when backing up from my privacy. "Yes, sire", she mutters, closing the door carefully after her.
I lock the door, just in case that someone curious is trying to peek in, then strip myself, hoping that the peace of sleep from tales will approach me on this night. That seeing Zidane finally face to face will stop his disturbing visits.

* * *

[Dreaming..]

I'm standing on the balcon of my room, watching at the beautiful, velvet black sky of Alexandria's night. Few stars can be see shining there and there, but the moon is nowhere to be seen. What a shame, that is. It's round, pale form would have crowned this night of beauty.
  My thoughts are interrupted when I suddenly feel strange arms wrapping around me from behind.
  Causing me immediately to freeze to my place.
  'Zidane?'
  I can see his thin arms bound around my waist, holding me tightly in warm embrace. He pulls away slightly, moving his fingers in circles on my stomach, then trails his hands upwards along my sides. I can feel a shiver running through my whole body when he slips his hands inside my jacket, placing them firmly on my heaving chest.
  Somehow I manage to snap out from my frozen state of body and grab his wrists, pulling his intruding hands away from me. I turn slowly around to face him, to see him grinning at me in almost manicial way. His baby-blue gaze roams along my body, leaving no spot unseen from his eyes.
  "What do you want?" I ask, as coldly as I can, but I can't keep a tremble away from my voice, from my whole body. For the first time in my life, I wish that I had taste for more covering clothes.. under his eyes, I feel worse than naked. He cocks his head to the side, in the ever-adorable way of his, flashing his pearly white teeth at me. In that sinister playfulness, he reminds me of a little devil.
  "You should already know", he purrs, with soft, little nasal-like voice which suits his whole appearance perfectly. Just like my deep, low voice suits mine. Damn Garland, damn him and his perfections.. "You have brains enough to realize", he continues, wrapping his arms around me yet again, pulling me closer to his tight little body. His hands roam along my back, until they stop to cup both of my firm buttocks, giving them a light squeeze. I can't help but jump at the contact.. no one has ever touched me like that before. No one hasn't been daring enough. Zidane smirks viciously and moves his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to his face. His boyish beauty dazzles me.. enough to distract me from the fact that he's poking at me with something hard, fastening his tail around my thigh to pull me closer. How the hell does he gets it stretch like that?
  "I want you.. Kuja", he tells me, surprising me with the knowledge about my name. His lips are so close to mine, they're almost brushing against each other but not quite. "I want everything in you.. right now", he purrs, a little kitten in heat. Before I get a chance to ask why or to protest he pulls my face to his, staring into the deepest dephts of my soul and places his mouth over mine, lip-locking us into a long kiss.
  I was ready to grab his arms yet again to throw him away from me, but the moment our lips contacted my arms went totally limp, falling down to my sides. He melts into our kiss, pressing his lips so tightly against mine that they will probably be bruised when we pull apart, snaking his tongue out to touch my lips. I part them accidentally at the wet touch, and soon I feel his tongue pushing in the moist warmth of my mouth, running over my inner lips and teeth. One of his hands pushes into my silvery-white hair, fingers stroke possessively through the silky strands.
  Our kiss is sweet and gentle, yet passionate, and I can help but melt in it along with Zidane, parting my lips a little more for Zidane's now welcome tongue, touching it from underside with my own. He presses his body against mine as close as he can, and I can feel his erection pressing against my crotch, throbbing of his hot member through our pants. I 'm not even aware of my arms which wrap around his narrow waist, holding him securely.
  Oh, why haven't I noticed this chance before?
  After a short eternity, which I hope to last forever, he pulls away, giving my lips a quick lick before opening his eyes, staring deep into my sapphire blue irises with his crystal blue ones. On that moment, he looks more beautiful than the holiest of angels. Perfection.
  He shrugs my arms from his waist, holding my hand tightly in his own when starting to lead me towards the bed, his tail moving seductively along my leg at the same time. He sits on the bed, laying slowly down, and I don't resist when he pulls me on him, rubbing our hips together rhythmically, placing his hand on the curve of my butt. "Let me show you how to love", he whispers hoarsely, his lips tremble slightly with hungry desire.
  As my heart aches with my own need , I nod, caressing the sides of his face as gently as I can. He lifts his hands and cradles my face between them, pulling it close to another kiss of passion. Movements of his mouth are harsher, hungrier now, his tongue thrusts wildly in and out of my mouth, leaving nothing untouched nor untasted. He wraps another of his slender legs around mine and pulls me close, rocking our hips together in a steady rhythm, his flexible tail trashing out wildly and spanking at backs of my knees. His hands grab my jacket, ripping it off of me and throw it out of the sight, then he eagerly lays his fingers upon my bared skin, caressing me.
  "You're so soft", he whispers, moving his lips along my jawline in one feather-light touch.
  His hardness presses against mine which is slowly growing. "You're not", I remark with a wicked smirk, twisting my head back to bare my throat to him.
  He smiles at me, his blue eyes blazing with lust for my being, then reaches up to nip at the fragile flesh of my throat, suckling dark bruises upon my pale skin. I enjoy the lovely feeling of receiving his attention for a moment, then start opening the straps of his shirt, wondering if his body has been created to be as perfect as mine.
  Zidane stops his giving of attention for a moment, allowing me to strip him from his upper clothing, releaving the beauty of his torso. His skin is peach-coloured, extremely soft to the touch, the sleek muscles under it are poweful, now tense. Every line and curve of his body are perfect.. even though his physique is so much more petite and slender than mine, he's perfection of his own kind. So beautiful.. how have I missed just into how gorgeous young man he has grown up to be? Why hadn't I noticed it sooner? So foolish, I sometimes am.
  Zidane interrupts my thoughts again, this time by brushing his fingers over my nipples, teasing and pinching at their sensitive flesh. I moan softly, arching towards the touch, as he rubs hard buds of my nipples gently with his experienced fingers. His leg, which is still wrapped around my leg, moves up around my waist, pulling me down so that he can clearly see the shade of the pink my nipples have.
  I gasp almost painfully when he slowly takes another one in his mouth, wrapping it in hot moistness. He sucks on it softly, circling the bud with his tongue, when he rubs the other one with his hand. I arch my back slightly, feeling myself harden at that sweet touch, lost in the overhelming pleasure. Zidane's erection presses against mine, making me ache even more with desire.
  When trailing his tongue along the lines of my chest muscles, leaving a thin trail of saliva, Zidane moves his mouth on the other nipple, which must feel like a tiny rock in his mouth, so erect it is. At this moment I want to be more than just the receiving partner, so I run my hands along my sudden lover's sides to his slim hips, then slip them into his pants. I can literally feel the heat from his throbbing member, as I approach it slowly with shaky, uncertain fingers. Zidane's body stiffens when he feels me so close to his most vulnerable area, but continues my blissful pleasuring with his mouth. I take a breath, my heart beating hard and fast in my chest, then wrap my fingers around his erection.
  His flesh feels hot and smooth to my touch and it throbs furiously as I start caressing it, carefully, as if I'm afraid of breaking him. Which I definitely am. He gasps, closing his eyes in ecstacy, whispering silent pleas of continuing. I obey, running my fingers up and down along his shaft, and though I thought it to be impossible, it hardens even more, it's throbbing quickenes in a second. Willing and eager to give pleasure to my sweet lover, I continue, massaging his hard shaft and tightened balls in the most sensual way I know, hoping it to satisfy him.
  Zidane's eyes open up slowly, and he stares up at me, child-like innocence and shameless desire mixing on his pretty face, then gives me a shaky grin and moves his hands from my shoulders, where they had grasped on to, along my back to my own hips, grabbing the waistband of my excuse of the pants. Then starts pulling them off.
  When continuing his pleasuring with my other hand, I free him from his pants with my other one, slight problems with his lively tail not bothering me. I haven't even noticed that neither of us isn't wearing his boots or socks.. who would pay attention to insignificant things like that on the moment like this? My own tail, which I keep hidden from curious looks and pushy people, trashes out, free, and Zidane's tail snaps out for it, wrapping them together in a tangle of hairy limbs.
  We've both aroused each other almost to the edge now, and I can feel that Zidane won't probably be able to last much longer under the gentle attention of my hands, so I open my mouth to say something, maybe ask if this is going to be all we're about to experience.. but words die in my throat when I feel Zidane's hands on my buttocks, slipping between them to touch my virginial opening.
  Movements of my hands stop.
  I just lay on him heavily when he traces his fingers along the circle of my hole, fingers that are wet for some reason that is unknown to me, then pushes one of them in, in the pressure of my anal muscles. I can feel my anus squeeze around him, and I arch my back, crying out in surprised tone.
  His other hand strokes the small of my back soothingly, as he softly calls out a command:
  "Relax."
  Although the hesitation is harrassing my mind, I find myself obeying, willing to know what he's going to do despite my fear, as he pushes his finger deeper, enveloping it in the tightness of my tunnel, until it's in up to his knuckle. He pulls it out, back in, out, rubbing my inner flesh in the process..
  When seeing that I'm still slightly uncomfortable, he reaches out to place feathery kisses all over my neck, whispering out words of it being all right, that he wasn't going to hurt me or anything like that. And I believe him, in some strange way I have to, need to. I want to do it with him. I want him to be my first, if we say it bluntly.
  Zidane smiles sweetly, then pushes the other finger in me, stretching my hole a little more now when the muscles of my anus are relaxed, thrusting them in and out. His fingers are long and thin, and they manage to fill me in somewhat painful way, but I force myself to give into it. Repeating to myself in my mind that I have to do this.
  Then, the feelings of uncomfortablity and pain suddenly disappear when a wave of pleasure runs through my body, making me cry out in surprise and bliss. Zidane smiles, relieved look on his elf-like face, pressing against the certain something that he had found, making me twist and cringe helplessly on his hot little body. He allows the third finger to join in, continuing his painfully pleasurable finger-thrusting, making sure that his fingertips are brushing against that certain something, as long he is sure that I'm relaxed enough.
  I don't resist or struggle back when he flips me over on my back, straddling me firmly. Pulling his fingers out, he spreads my legs wide apart and lifts them up over his delicate shoulders, and for once I am glad that I am quite lightly built despite my somewhat formidable strenght. Rubbing his hardness teasingly against my opening, he whispers lustfully in my ear:
  "You ready?"
  Staring deep into his crystal-like eyes, which have almost changed their colour into darker shade in his need, I nod. "Do it", I ask him, readying myself. Then, the harsh words of allowance escape from my lips: "Fuck me."
  He nods as an agreement, pulling me as close to himself as he can, slowly entering my virgin body, pushing half of his impressive lenght deep into me, stopping for a moment to see if I am comfortable. I am, though it feels kind of funny to have my skin getting stretched by him, to have him so close to me. I manage a weak smile and provoke him to continue.
  First he pushes himself all the way in, leaving in my tightness for a moment to let me get used to having him there. I just lay there, totally unmoving, silent moan escaping from my shivering lips in this moment of bliss. Never once, literally, never once had I felt this good. I feel like I have just found the piece of heaven on earth, though I have no idea what it feels like, but there aren't actually any words to describe my feelings or emotional state of mind. Throbbing of his flesh is furious, melting together with the beat of my heart.
  He finally starts thrusting, gently and slowly at first, as if afraid of breaking me like an enthusiastic child his new toy, but then begins to speed up, giving into his hunger. Feeling helpless with my own lust, that is so powerful that I'm afraid of drowning into it, I start to rock my hips against his, allowing my anal muscles to wrap around his lenght and loosen up when pulling away. We both moan in our shameless pleasure, I with low and Zidane with soft voice, pressing tightly against each other.
  "Z-Zi-Zidane", I mutter, arching my back in almost impossible curve when passion over-helmes me. My nipples are brushing against the smooth, silk-like skin of his chest, our abdominal muscles twitch against each other.
  "Kuja", Zidane replies hoarsely, tightening his hold around me in almost painful matter. His movements fasten up, and he's so close now that I can feel his balls slapping against the smooth, baby-soft skin of my buttocks, while his hipbones bang against mine, creating some more bruises.
  And there we are, lost in all the forms of passion and love, Zidane leaning closer and fastening his mouth on to mine, pushing his wet tongue in to dance with my own, to suck it in the wetness of his hot mouth. Zidane pushes his fingers in my hair and yanks hard, our kiss turning into forceful, lip-bruising one when he nears his edge. I haven't even noticed the fingers of his other hand until they squeeze my rock-hard member tightly, tugging at it roughly when plunging into me violently.
  "KUJA!"
  With final yell, he climaxes finally, literally exploding deep inside me, pumping all of his semen in my tight heat with his ultimate, deep thrust. His face is twisted in the sweetest look ever, glowing with ecstacy. And that's enough to push me over the edge, screaming my voice out in the wonderful trap of an orgasm as my member twitches and pumps all the semen out in a form of small shower, wettening Zidane's sleekly muscled stomach.
  I can only gasp when it's over, almost unable to breath when my sensations choke my chest and throat painfully, and Zidane falls on me limply, breathing heavily against my neck. My legs are still tightly wrapped around him, uneager to ever let him go.
  With that, the sleep overtakes me.

* * *

A shattered scream wakes me up, pulls me out of the horrifying grasp of the nightmare. I look around, frantically searching for the one who had screeched, before realizing that it was my own voice that I had heard.
  "Damn you, Zidane!" I hiss in rage, crawling back under the sheets, though knowing that I won't probably ever be able to sleep after this night. I feel that there's something moist wettening my thighs, and even the fool would know that it was something that my own body had produced.
  He had come and seduced me in my dreams.
  He raped my mind and took the virginity of my soul
  'You'll never going to leave me, are you, Zidane?' I ask bitterly in my mind, closing my sapphire-like eyes, images of his smirking face haunting me, eternally from now on. Cruel, unfeeling decision is made on this moment of shame and blushed cheeks.
  'Unfortunately to you, it means that I'll have to kill you.'

25. February 2001