chapter two

Lunar Subterrane. Great place for some privacy. Kuja patted himself on the back for thinking of this location, hurrying along without being too eager. A picnic basket floated behind him.

No one around. The bright night landscape was cool and quiet. No battles. If you couldn't see them, you could always hear them, even in a vast, empty place like Sub-Tee, where the cold alienness of it seemed heavy. Even so, he thought the atmosphere was romantic. And private. He settled on a plateau in the distance and hurried on his way.

The castle kitchen had packed the picnic basket. He opened it with trepidation. If they screwed this up, someone was going to die in a hail of gravity balls. A dark checkered blanket was folded neatly on top. Fifty points for kitchen staff. It was a deep purple with dark blue checks, definitely a step up from regular red and white. The emperor had taken Kuja on a picnic when they all first got together. They'd had a stupid red and white checked cloth that day. Maybe it was the bad memories. The emperor had undressed the smaller male and did what he wanted for hours. Kuja couldn't even look at anything in red and white without remembering how badly the emperor had used him.

Some people can be such jerks.

He pushed it from his mind, arranging the blanket carefully. Next in the basket were four neat cloth-wrapped squares. He had no idea what those were. Under the soft squares were plates, utensils, fruit, cheese, two thin silver goblets and two small bottles of wine on top of two smaller wooden boxes. What a spread.

"Hi, cutie," a voice said from far away.

Kuja stopped his unpacking and looked up just as Mr. Gorgeous came over the edge of the plateau, looking more beautiful even than he remembered. Firion was breathtaking, and it wasn't due to the moonlight. He had changed from his armor into faded jeans and regular leather boots. He had on a three-quarter length navy blue wool coat. The dark color set off his brilliant eyes and the jewels in his hair. As if his looks weren't drawing enough attention already. Kuja waved to him,

"Hello!"

Firion looked at the blanket and everything being laid out to one side, "Cute and thoughtful! You're making me feel special."

Kuja blushed and finished what he was doing, trying not to be too horny. He'd had sex that morning but it wasn't satisfying. Actually, check that – he'd been used for sex that morning. It wasn't the same thing. What he needed now was satisfying sex. He kept his head down even as his date stretched out on the opposite side of the blanket, arranging his long and muscular legs. Kuja desperately wanted his horny-ness to pass. He didn't want to seem needy, although that would be very difficult around Firion.

Kuja gave his date 50 points for consideration. The black mage would sit between the laid out dinner and his date, serving his date like a good host. He looked up to see Firion watching him, a sly smile on his face.

"I hope you're hungry," Kuja said like a normal person.

"You know it," Firion said. "Even though I have already eaten dinner once, I always eat twice at night."

"You do?" Kuja smiled up at his date. "Yes, I guess you would, a big strong male such as yourself. Glass of wine?"

Firion smiled, "Absolutely."

He scooted closer to his pretty date. He wasn't sure if Kuja was a child, as Zidane was. Somehow he didn't think so. As Kuja poured from one of the small bottles of wine, they were both delighted see that it was champagne. Kuja handed a goblet to Firion.

"Oh, no," Firion said, "you first."

Kuja was surprised, "Me?" And then he got it, "Do you really think I'd poison you?"

Firion smiled, "I don't know. Would you?"

"Well, that hurts," Kuja teased. There's no way he'd want to get rid of someone as hot and do-able as Firion. That would be a sin against men, and women, everywhere. He took a sip of the champagne.

"I'll be damned if you're not even cuter when you're pouting," Firion said.

Firion took the goblet from his date, gently putting his fingers over Kuja's soft hand. He liked the long, manicured fingernails painted dark pink. It made him wonder if something else was pink. Firioin put his lips on the goblet where Kuja's lips had been. This was not lost on Kuja, who watched as the tip of Firion's tongue traced the goblet's rim. The sight made him tingle.

Kuja was about to pour champagne for himself when Firion stopped him. Firion held both goblets in his right hand and poured champagne with his left. This kind of talent deserved more than 50 points. Kuja gave him a solid 100 for gallantry. Firion handed a goblet to Kuja,

"What shall we drink to?"

There was an obvious answer to that. Kuja paused and tried to come up with something that didn't have to do with being naked and on all fours, or being on his knees with his mouth open. He was about to say I don't know when he heard himself say, for whatever odd reason,

"To love!" He held up his goblet.

"And hot ass!" Firion said happily.

He clinked with his date and they both had a good drink of the sweet champagne. Firion didn't want to say anything, of course, but he was more of a beer guy. He suspected Kuja was more of a champagne guy – or girl, whichever he preferred. As Kuja leaned over to unwrap the soft packages, Firion took a peek.

"Hey – what's this?" He hooked a finger in the leg of his date's underwear and pulled down, exposing part of his hip.

Kuja slapped his fingers away, "Those are my shorts!"

"Well – what's up with that?" Firion said.

His date was hot with his slightly rounded thighs and small, round ass. He had on a mini skirt and thigh-high stockings, but then … those shorts were some serious cock blockers. On top of it he wore a long gray coat. If it wasn't so chilly up on the plateau, Firion would've helped his date out of his coat. But it was fairly chilly and his date was small and slim. Fortunately, as Kuja moved around, attending to their picnic, his coat flapped mostly open and more open, being unbuttoned. Firion worked to see as much of his date's body as he could.

"I mean, I really like what you're wearing tonight, but …," Firion said. All he could do to drive his point home was hook a finger in the leg band of Kuja's underwear and pull down again, just to get a peek. He couldn't help but wish that his date had worn a thong instead.

"Stop!" Kuja giggled.

Firion flipped at the ruffles around the hem of Kuja's skirt, "I really like this."

"Thank you," Kuja said. "Would you like a sandwich?"

That was what the kitchen staff had wrapped in cloth in the soft, square shapes. Watercress sandwiches with parsley and radishes.

"Yes, if you'll feed me," Firion started to say, and then, "hey – wait a minute! You're the one who hasn't eaten dinner yet. Let me feed you!"

Suddenly Kuja was shy, blushing furiously, "Absolutely not!"

"I'm serious! Here, do this," Firion said.

At their back was an outcropping on the plateau that was like a large, low sofa cushion. Firion had his date relax and lean back into it. The little cutie seemed to be nervous around the larger, hazel-eyed man and had been blushing almost the whole evening, despite how cool it was in Sub-Tee. He wanted Kuja to sit back while he prepared something to put in his mouth, food to start with. Kuja wasn't sure what to think about this, or even how to let himself be taken care of, which is what he deserved. Yes, he'd had lovers who did things for him, but not something so intimate as … feeding him.

Firion decided to start with grapes. He arranged a fancy napkin on his date's bare tummy with Kuja trying not to laugh.

He smiled and put a bunch of grapes on top of the napkin, "What's the matter?"

"I … just …," Kuja bit his tongue, "don't make me laugh!"

Firion took one grape, round and juicy, and held it to Kuja's pretty mouth. Kuja stopped giggling and blushed deeper. He watched Firion's half-lidded eyes as Firi pushed on the grape very gently, seeking entrance. Kuja's kitten-like tongue came out to claim it but Firion took it away. They both laughed softly.

"Don't tease me, either," Kuja whispered.

But Firion wanted to tease just a little. The first time he fought the black mage he noticed how hot he was, and how Kuja knew it. He had teased Firion then with his sweet thighs, his tight ass and sweet mouth. It was a mouth that wasn't too full or too thin. It was just right and made Firion wonder what he might look like with pale pink lipstick. As Firion had thought about it during their first fight, Kuja, almost on cue, opened his mouth just enough to show Firion a hint of tongue. The look in his eyes said he knew how to use it.

Firion brushed the one lone grape along Kuja's lower lip as he tried to catch it with his tongue. Firion pulled away again.

Kuja giggled nervously, "Stop!"

"Your mouth …," Firion said. "Your mouth is … so perfect."

Kuja smiled and captured the grape with his sharp teeth. He was now close enough to kiss his date. Instead, Firion surprised him by letting his fingers do the walking. He reached over and stroked the bit of thigh that he found to be naked under Kuja's warm coat. The thigh was soft and cool, so Firion was right about the cool night air. He was going to have to work to keep his date warm. Kuja moaned a little.

Firion touched his thigh and then bare stomach, "You're cold! Here, do this."

He pulled the little mage's coat closer around him and noticed that his date was blushing furiously.

"Are you okay?" He said, reaching under the coat to massage Kuja's soft thighs. "I don't want you to be cold."

Kuja didn't say a thing. He smiled and enjoyed the touch of his date. He was getting an erection. He wondered how long it would be until Firion discovered that. He opened his eyes to find Firion had come even closer. Kuja could feel his warm breath in his sensitive neck. A hand went under his boy legs and over the roundness of his ass. Kuja whimpered a little, his member stiffening.

"God, you're hot," Firion whispered. He pulled his date closer and then, for the first time, kissed him. He removed a hand from the round firmness of his date's bottom and wrapped his hand in the silk that was Kuja's thick hair. He pulled the pretty male closer, using his tongue to taste the other's mouth, now sweet from the grape.

Kuja broke away, "Well, what's it gonna be? Am I hot or am I cold?"

Firion smiled, "Um, you're cold here. But then you're hot here. Nice and warm."

Kuja giggled as Firion's free hand stroked his thighs and bottom. His other hand toyed with Kuja's thick, silky mane. In one movement, Firion hooked two fingers in the waistband of Kuja's boy legs and pulled down quickly. He tossed the underwear away from them.

Kuja giggled, "Hey! Stop that!"

"Okay, I'll stop," Firion stroked the little beauty's delicate jaw. "I won't be removing your underwear again tonight."

Firion leaned forward for another kiss. This time he gently pushed his tongue into the sweet mouth, caressing his lover's tongue to the point where Kuja's defenses went down. As soon as he was open, Firion reached under Kuja's skirt and touched his hard sex.

Kuja pushed his hand away, "You are just … all hands, aren't you?"

Firion smiled, "You're hot there."

Now Kuja was becoming confused. Part of him wanted to let Firion make love to him right here and now, opening himself, giving himself. Another part wanted more than one night with this beautiful man. For the first time in forever, he was afraid. He was afraid Firion might use him for sex once and then he'd never see him again. He didn't want that. He didn't know what to do. When Firion resumed his ministrations, with his warm hand between Kuja's cool thighs, he didn't stop him, even though he knew that if Firion continued with what he was doing, the pretty mage was going to come for him. Soon.

"Well, goddamn …," a deep voice said over to the side of them.

Firion stopped what he was doing and helped Kuja close his coat around the bottom half of his body. They both at the same time looked over Firion's right shoulder in alarm.

Jecht.

Firion sighed, "I don't fucking believe this."

Jecht was perched half way over the edge of the plateau, watching. Next to him was Sephiroth. As Kuja watched, Jecht handed a 20-gil note to Sephiroth.

"I didn't fucking believe it, either!" Jecht yelled at the two of them. Sephiroth said nothing. The darker man said something to the lighter man that Kuja couldn't hear. Kuja screamed at the two of them,

"Would you two GET OUT OF HERE?"

That didn't work, not even a little. Jecht, and then Sephiroth, advanced to the top of the plateau and came over.

"Seph here comes back to the castle," Jecht said in his rough voice, "and sez guess who's fucking around in Lunar Sub? I sez I don't know, who? He sez Kuja and that one guy from the other side. I sez no … fucking … way, that little whore!"

For Kuja, the jury was still out when it came to Jecht. Sometimes he was funny. When he was drunk he was incredibly funny, acting out stories and making fun of people, imitating people. Sometimes he was nice and gentlemanly. And then sometimes he was a real asshole.

But Seph – he was a complete mystery to the pretty mage. As Kuja curled up in his date's warm arms, protected, he noticed that the tall soldier was taking everything in, his eyes as cold and hard as emeralds. He was like a machine. Kuja tried to get to know him at first, talk to him, flirt with him – even offer a little something more if he wanted it. Seph did have a hot body, after all. Every time, Kuja's attempts were met with the same cold, clinical gaze. No love, lust or hatred. Kuja wondered if Seph had missed his true calling as a scientist. Now Seph looked down at Kuja as if he could read his thoughts. A shiver ran through Kuja's body and it wasn't the good kind. He wondered if either of the men had noticed his underwear over on the other side of the blanket. Probably not.

Jecht, on the other hand, was the polar opposite of Sephiroth, "So Seph here sez put yer money where yer mouth is, asshole. I sez yer on, girlfriend! Let's go! So we're comin across Subbie and I hear this No, stop! and giggling shit and someone talking. Seph sez you owe me 20, bitch. I sez not til I see some ass pounding action. So then we listen and sure enough, over here …"

Firion glared up at the two. Now he knew why Tidus hated his old man.

Jecht went from smiling down at the two of them to pointing at Seph, "I sez, if that little bitch has a dick up her ass, it'll be worth a 20 …"

The fist of death started to rise in Kuja. Firion could feel the petite beauty getting warmer in his arms. Suddenly Firion had an idea, thanks to Tidus.

A couple minutes later and the two were leaving without a fight. Firion had offered Jecht the remaining bottle of champagne and he took it.

"Well," his attention went back to his date. "That could've been more unpleasant."

Kuja looked up at him, "How?"

Firion laughed and kissed his date on his cool forehead, "Hey! Have you gone back to being cold?"

Kuja knew something for certain – he'd lost his erection and that was disappointing.

"I don't know," he said. "Feel me."

Firion kissed him again and laughed. He opened up the pretty thing's coat and kissed each of his nipples through his blouse. Kuja whimpered, and then caught his breath as Firi's right hand drifted down to Kuja's stomach, where it rested lightly.

"You must be cold," Firion said, "your nipples are hard as rocks."

He kissed them again, making Kuja squirm. He kissed downward but stopped at Kuja's belly button. With his two talented fingers he hooked the waistband of Kuja's skirt and pulled it down off of Kuja's thighs with one swift movement. He tossed it over with his date's underwear.

"Wait a minute!" Kuja giggled, "You're supposed to be warming me up, not taking all my clothes off!"

Firion gave him a seriously look, "Don't tell me that tiny skirt of yours actually keeps your sweet ass warm."

The giggling died down a little as Kuja discovered his erection returning. Firi opened the coat to have a look. Dark pink, it stood not quite at half mast. It wasn't the longest Firi had ever seen, but it was thick with a nice mushroom head. Kuja moaned and felt himself get a little harder.

"Nice," Firion whispered. "Pretty, just like you are."

Instead of touching it, Firi reached around to grab a handful of ass as he kissed his date again, fencing tongue to tongue. He held his date in his left arm as they sat facing each other in the moon light. This meant his right fingers were free to trail down Kuja's soft thighs and then inside his thighs, without touching his sex. Kuja whimpered again as his member hardened from it. Firion still avoided touching him there. Unfortunately, Firi didn't think to keep an eye on his date's unoccupied hands. Without warning, Kuja went for Firi's belt buckle and zipper. Firion pushed the delicate fingers away.

"Why?" Kuja whimpered and tried again.

Firion stopped him, "Because it's not time yet."

When Firion went to kiss his hot date again, Kuja hurried and unzipped the jeans. Firion laughed softly and decided to let him do what he wanted. Kuja unbuckled the belt and undid the button, too, in a hurry. His new lover had on low-rise briefs. Kuja touched the front to see – yes, Firi had an erection, too, and turned out to be about two inches bigger than average. This discovery made the petite mage's sex stand up harder.

Firion cupped Kuja's face in his hands and kissed him deeply, using his tongue to make love to his lover's tongue. Kuja moaned and pushed against Firion's muscular body. This was what he wanted, and what he didn't want. This was turning into more than hot sex. Tonight had been so good with him – talking, laughing, kissing – even Jecht's interruption hadn't really soured the evening. Firion kissed his lover's delicate chin, then his throat, moving down to his perky nipples. The wetness of Firi's tongue made his lover's blouse transparent directly over the nipples. Kuja realized this and mewled like a kitten,

"Please!"

Firi knew it. If he didn't do something about his lover's condition, the pretty male would come without even being touched, he was so hard, straining upward. Firion continued with his downward momentum, tracing his tongue down his lover's tummy. His skin was so soft. He stopped for a minute to tickle the belly button with the tip of his tongue.

Kuja's breath was coming faster, "Firi, if you don't stop teasing me, I'm going to come on you."

"Like that's a threat," Firion murmured. He dipped his head down and took his lover's hard member in his mouth. Kuja nearly screamed. His hips jerked upward unvoluntarily. Firi did the best he could to get a rhythm going, but it was a little difficult with a writhing partner.

"Firion!" Kuja screamed.

He didn't mean to, but he couldn't help it – he came in his lover's mouth. First one long spurt, then one not so long, then another, his hips jerking. Firi stayed with him, tasting the salty liquid as it erupted time and time again. He counted six spurts before his lover's member seemed to be finished. Firion stayed with it, anyway, suckling the sweet thing, until Kuja fell back.

He was done.

But Firion wasn't.

First he made sure Kuja was comfortable on his long coat. He took the warm liquid from his mouth and used it to lubricate the little beauty. Then he pushed his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. Kuja whimpered, seeing his lover's hardness for the first time. It was longer than average but not too thick. Kuja tried to touch its dark red-purple mushroom head but Firi wouldn't let him. Instead he pulled his lover down a little bit, pushing his thighs back so that his opening was ready. Firion pushed in.

He was starting to wonder if they heard Kuja scream way back at the castle. If so, that was too bad. They were going to have to get their own. Firion moved as gently as he could inside his date, careful not to hurt him. He wasn't sure how much his lover could take yet. He didn't put his whole length in. He moved with a careful rhythm, working to prevent his own orgasm from coming too quickly.

"Oh my god," Kuja whispered. This was perfect. He wasn't even going soft. He was still at half erection. "Oh my god, Firi, I think I'm going to come again."

"Wait, baby," he said and kissed his lover's nipples. He kissed Kuja's delicate chin again and then his mouth, their tongues fencing with each other.

This was exactly the quality of fuck Kuja had wanted tonight. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch Firion's pretty face, blushing now, his jeweled hair matching his movements. Kuja even thought for just a second that he saw Jecht and Sephiroth peeking over to the side of the plateau.

He didn't care anymore.

Another few minutes and Firion cried out, "I can't hold it!"

When his orgasm came he thrust a little too hard, making them both scream. At the moment he felt Firion coming inside of him, Kuja came again, too, splattering his seed on his own stomach. Firion kissed him and they murmured to each other as they finished coming. Suddenly it was a very hot night in Sub-Tee, both of the males sweating, lying together, catching their breath.

After a while Firion looked up from where he had buried his face in Kuja's neck,

"So, then, you were saying something about being friends?"

Kuja giggled.

Thank you, 1Varie1E1 for favoriting this story! I'm not getting any reviews, but I'm going to finish anyway. I think I've got about 3 or 4 more chapters ^_^