Kao-tan: Sorry folks. I just couldn't help myself! Zidane and Onion Knight are my two favorite characters and...well...yeah. I know there really isn't any interaction between them in the story line but this is a fanfiction which makes crackfics possible. So here you guys go. A nice lil Zidanion.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas. And then only sometimes. XD

Chapter 1: Sick

It wasn't fair...why did it have to be him? Why was he the only one that had to suffer through such a humiliation? Through such an unjust torment? Sure, he wasn't the purest person in the world. He was a womanizer. A thief. More so then that but he chose not to acknowledge any other part of him then what he saw in the mirror. What he had grown up as. Granted the twitching tail that was attached to his body had risen some questions but that wasn't the point right now.

His tail was far from being the first thing on his mind.

No. The thing on his mind was the burning in his body. The slight twitch of his hips as his body ached. Ached for something that he couldn't give it at the moment. Ached for something that, even if he eased it's need, just wouldn't, couldn't, be satisfied. Because he was in control of his body for the most part. He was human. He was animal. But he'd be damned if he let himself lose control.

But it was so hard right now. In more ways then one. His ears twitched at the sounds of his partner snoring somewhere near him, low grumblings following with it as the other boy talked in his sleep. Zidane felt his teeth sink into the soft pink flesh of his bottom lip, his slightly sharp canine's digging into it a bit more harder then necessary as his hips twitched again. Lower body rising just a bit from the cool ground he bit back a whimper as he slowly lowered the arched body part back down slowly. It took all of his energy to keep from panting, to keep from running his hands along his body and letting his mind melt into the desire that coursed through his veins. Damn it all! Why did it have to happen now? At such a time as this? Why did it have to...have to...

"Ngn..." He grunted softly, the sound making his own eyes snap open. For a hurried moment he glanced toward the small sleeping group. It was such a soft sound that he doubted anyone would have heard it but he was paranoid behind all belief. Paranoid to be around his friends. His comrades. His fellow Warriors of Cosmos. He didn't want them to find out about this sick disease that he was cursed with. This sick, wrong need that haunted him for weeks on end, for any given time really. Because it was sick and disgusting and it made such a beautiful thing ugly.

Like it was really something that mattered when he was trapped in an alternate place away from home, fighting villains in order to save everything that ever was. Because something like that seemed just a bit more important then his own problems. But he was still young and a part of him still held that selfish, self-satisfying side that many children possessed. Hey...he was young in body, spirit, and heart. Not completely his fault. And as much as he wanted to focus on saving everyone his body kept throbbing. Kept reminding him that he was still a person with needs. Just...needs a bit more different then others.

It kind of got in the way of the whole hero thing sometimes.

"M-mhm..."

This time the sound hadn't passed by his lips. It hadn't even been that soft kind of sound that one makes in their throat when they're...

Point was it wasn't him. Blue green eyes searched around the three figures around him, his burning body tensing as though he were afraid he was being watched. Ridiculous when he was the one doing the watching. The sound came again and it proved that it wasn't Bartz who was making it. The boy was still slightly snoring from his deep sleep. And the sound was far from being soft or high enough for the girl his friend to make. Terra, was it? The name itself brought back memories but he pushed that aside. Now was not the time for the past. His tail was twitching wildly as his eyes set on the last figure in their little group. A boy whom he didn't even know the name. Just the title.

Onion Knight.

The boy, clad from head to toe in armor, rested on his side. Small, slim body slightly curled in on itself. Hands resting lightly next to his face. The face of a male who was still tinted with his boyish features. The sound sounds were coming from his slightly parted lips, another one soon leaving them as he twisted a bit in his sleep. Must have been dreaming. Zidane found himself slightly curious as to what such a young warrior could be dreaming about when the Onion Knight shifted again, drawing the cape he had taken off tighter around his body as his head tilted just so slightly. Sea green eyes focused on the newly exposed expansion of skin and his body gave another aching throb.

He was such a disgusting creature. He couldn't control it. He could...but he just couldn't. He could keep himself from acting but he couldn't keep himself from wanting. From needing. It was sick and twisted. Back home there was a perfectly suited Princess just waiting for him. Yet here he was, trapped in a fight he hadn't wanted to start. Seemingly lusting after a younger boy and the thought almost made him sick on his stomach. If his stomach wasn't tingling with something else.

Zidane tore his gaze away from the boy, his own body turning on it's side so he wouldn't be tempted to keep staring. If only that simple action could stop him from wanting. If only life was that simple.

As much as he hated to admit it...he was in heat. Or something close to it. He could never really understand what exactly went on with his body. But that was the closest he could describe it as. An animalistic need that drove his body crazy with desire. He hated it and loved it at the same time. Loved it during the acts of intimacy that he'd managed to coax many a girl to join him in. Hated it before and after. Regretted it a hell of a lot after.

But that was just it. He'd always had girls. Girls girls girls. He was true to his womanizing nature and nothing had ever been any different. But he wasn't lusting after a girl right now. Terra was just a few feet away and he wasn't flirting her up when she was awake. He wasn't watching her sleep and thinking things he shouldn't. Imagining things he wanted to do to her and words he wanted her to scream. He was thinking about a slim, smooth body...pale from lack of sunlight. Soft in all the right places but strong and sturdy from the vigorous exercise it was given. He was thinking about long bronze hair, small legs wrapped around his waist...

He was imagining whispering sickeningly sweet words into a young boy's ear. Being soft and sweet himself...being rough and forceful the next time. Demanding, commanding, the boy to say his name. To tell him he wanted this or to beg him for that. All because of a little mishap. A bit of friendly help.

Both him and Bartz had stumbled upon the pair just a few hours ago. They were all worn down from fighting and fatigue was always quick to set in when you fight battle after countless battle. They had decided to sleep together for a bit. To regain a bit of energy, and, well, staying in a group was a lot safer then staying alone. A hell of a lot safer. Of course, finding a safe place was the hard part. But they'd found a small indention, an almost cave-like opening. But it was just a large dip in one of the stone formations. Enough to shield them from sight and give them enough preparation were they to hear the sound of an approaching enemy. While they were climbing down toward what would be their safe haven for the next few hours, he had tripped over a small stone. Graceful for a monkey-boy, eh? But it was those small, strong arms of the Onion Knight that had slipped around his waist and brought him back his balanced. It was the small hand on his chest that had steadied him and those soft pink lips that had offered him a relieved smile that he wasn't hurt. It was that friendly sparkle of life in the smaller male's eyes that had made his body thrum with heat.

God. His was sick. Sick and twisted and he just wanted it to stop. But the only thing that got it off mind was fighting and he was too tired to fight. But he was too desperate to sleep. He was trapped in a conundrum and and there was no way out of this problem.

Zidane squeezed his eyes shut again, having opened them to try and focus on something. Anything. But the soft sounds from the Onion Knight were still filling the air. Seemingly to drown out even Bartz's snores. Could the other's not hear it? Were they truly that deaf? Or was he just feeling particularly acute to whatever involved the younger male?

"Hn..." He grunted softly to himself as he curled up, long tail wrapping around him lightly. The tip still twitched a bit as though it too were longing to be touched, but for the most part is stayed securely around his body. Maybe...maybe if he just tried to force it out of his mind. Maybe if he thought of the past...maybe if he thought of the future that awaited him when this was all over...he could find a few moments of peace. He could find an escape from the hormones that were racing in his body. And then, when he woke up...

Maybe...just maybe...

He wouldn't be so sick.