Kuja was working at Cloud Nine. He'd made pretty good tips that night. But sometimes the life of a stripper got monotonous. He yearned for something more than the squealing women, and the stylishly dressed gay men. Yes, the person he wanted didn't fit into either of those categories.
Logan, the one also known as Wolverine, walked into the strip club. He'd had a hard night, and was mostly there for the drinks. He nodded a greeting to Mystique, who had just gotten done performing. She was always a hottie, but she wasn't what caught his eye tonight. Oh no.
Kuja, that silver/purple/red haired beauty of fire and grace, began to dance on the stage. Logan sat down near the stage and began to watch the tailless wonder perform. Halfway through the low sultry piece of music, the performer caught Logan's eyes. Right away he noticed a look that he had never before seen on his friend's face.
Kuja had long thought Logan was attractive, but always assumed it was a hopeless case. Wolverine exuded manliness like a forest fire exudes heat. Kuja wanted this fire for his own, he wanted to taste the fire, feel the fire, be one with the fire. Deep down, Logan longed for his fire to be sated by the dancer on the stage.
Kuja's obvious love for Logan was a fire of his own, an uncontrollable one. As soon as his song ended, he went back to his dressing room. He was dizzy with the heat of the burning flames. All he could think of was Logan. He needed to extinguish his fire before it could turn into a passionate blaze of love.
As Kuja was beginning to extinguish his fire, Logan walked into the dressing room, unannounced. When he saw Kuja, naked and touching his flame, Logan realized that Kuja was just the man he was looking for. "Need a hand?" he asked.
