Zidane woke, wearily blinking his eyes open. His whole body ached, and he had half a mind to just go back to sleep. Looking around slowly, the blonde boy wondered just where he was, and he pulled at his mind to try and get the answers. Bits and pieces of the events that got him there flashed through his mind. He remembered the Iifa tree...battling Garland...Necron..Kuja.. Zidane remembered going back to rescue Kuja. In that brief moment, Kuja had, in his own way, shown he really *did* care about his younger sibling. In that moment, Zidane almost poured out the feelings that had been plaguing him since he first caught sight of the narcissistic bishounen in Burmecia...ALMOST. Just when Zidane was about to confess, Kuja lost conciousness...and the tree began to destroy itself. That was the last he could remember. He had the feeling that somehow he got himself and Kuja out of there..but how did Zidane end up where he was? And where was Kuja? A sound..the cracking of twigs...sounded behind him. Startled, the tailed boy jumped up, pulling his small dagger out of its sheath and turning around. Through the trees, a familiar red head showed himself. "B..Blank?!?" Zidane dropped his dagger and winced as the weight of his injuries started affecting him. "Zidane! I found you!! And you're alive!" Blank rushed up and hugged his best buddy, pulling back a little when Zidane winced in pain. "What happened to you?!" "I went into the tree to save Kuja...it started to collapse..I think I pulled him out, but I can't find him... what day is it?" Blank scratched his head. "Man, it's been almost a month since your victory at the tree...everyone assumed you.. were dead...Kuja hasn't shown up either..." "A MONTH!? I've been blacked out for a MONTH!?" "Try not to think about it man...come on, lets get you back to Tantalus and get you cleaned up." Zidane just nodded, leaning on Blank for support, all the while hoping, somehow, that Kuja survived too. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Zidane washed his face and looked in his small travel mirror. It'd been a few weeks since Blank found him, and the guys in Tantalus thought it was best if Zidane didn't announce his being alive just yet. Zidane had been frantically looking for Kuja, although rapidly giving up hope. Currently he was on the Outer Continent, close to Madian Sari. He decided to stay away from there for now, as he didn't want to be discovered yet. He trudged along, stomach starting to rumble. He was low on food and needed to find a village or something. Up ahead he could see a small hut, so he decided to approach it and see if anyone was home. Walking up, Zidane noticed the door was left open. He timidly called out hello a few times, but no one answered. Shrugging, he entered. The hut, more like a house at closer inspection, was bigger than it looked. A cozy kitchen was to the right, littered with dirty dishes and such, giving it a live in feel. This suggested that someone did in fact reside there. A small living room with a fireplace was to the left, and some shotily made stools were beside the warm lit fireplace. In front of him was a small doorway, leading to a back bedroom. Zidane walked in, looking around, and stopped dead in his tracks at the person asleep in the bed. Zidane's search had ended. There, asleep in the small bed, was the angelic form of him...of Kuja. His light violet hair was dirty and tangled, tossed about over the bed and still slim feminine figure. Kuja's normally beautifully made up face was now clean of makeup, instead replaced with dirt smudges. His once elegant outfit was torn and dirty, barely hanging on the slightly slimmer figure. Instead of being hidden, his long light violet tail hung behind him, wrapped around his bare slender legs. His boots lay on the floor beside his bed, dirty and worn. The slim figure shivered, reaching for the thin, hole filled cloth that lay partially over him. Zidane helped him cover himself, and Kuja smiled softly in his sleep and snuggled into his blanket, curling up like a kitten. Despite his dirty, bruised, and worn appearance, Zidane still thought he was the most beautiful creature that ever lived. Reaching out, Zidane put his hand to Kuja's forehead. Kuja had a fever. Zidane ran out to the spring nearby, dampening his washcloth and running back in, applying it to Kuja's forehead. At the application of the cool cloth, Kuja awoke, moaning softly and blinking his eyes open. Confusion then recognition flashed over his face as he gazed up at the blonde boy before him. "Zidane..." Kuja whispered, voice slightly raspy, as he studied the face he never thought he'd see again. "You... you came for me...again...why...?" "I had the feeling you were still alive. You're my brother, I couldn't abandon you." Zidane spoke softly, taking the feminine hand in his own. "But rest. You're sick..when you're well again we'll get you out of here." "Why are you doing this Zidane? When I almost killed you and your friends?" Kuja's blue eyes blinked up at him. "Because I care...now sleep..." "Yes...thank you Zidane.." Kuja smiled, curling up in his bed and closing his eyes, clutching Zidane's hand close. As Kuja drifted to sleep, Zidane noticed a small sketchily made doll in the crook of Kuja's arm. Zidane leaned over to get a better look at the doll. It was made of old, discarded cloths, things Kuja must have collected. Pale yellow hair pulled back in a small ponytail, white shirt under a denim vest, big gloves, denim pants, big boots, and a slender yellowish tail decorated the small doll. It was Zidane. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* After a couple of days, Kuja was well again, although his attitude vastly changed. he was still narcissistic, still a little cold, but overall different. His ego had shrunk, and he was more humble. The two had set out towards Kuja's former desert palace, so Kja could get some clean clothes, wash up, and restore his beauty. Zidane didn't care either way...Kuja was still beautiful to him. They didn't talk much..but Zidane didn't mind. Things were still akward between them, but Zidane admired from afar. "We're here..." Kuja said softly, standing over the secret sand entrance. Kuja took Zidane's hand, and closing his eyes, teleported them inside the palace. Zidane looked around Kuja's room. Here they had stood as enemies, what seemed to be like years before, but truthfully hadn't been that long ago at all. Kuja walked to his vast closet, pulling out a fresh outfit and walking to the bathroom. "Zidane...come help me..." Zidane followed and blushed as he walked in on Kuja undressing. "Please start my bath..." Zidane did as he was told, then walked out, blushing at his glimpse of Kuja's perfect body...the body he wanted so much. Zidane was asleep by the time Kuja came out. With a smile, Kuja dressed only in a towel around his slender waist, walked over and laid down next to the sleeping figure. In his eyes, Zidane was the only one he'd ever care about. Kuja was lucky to be alive, and he had Zidane to thank for it. He'd made up his mind...he was going to let Zidane know how he felt once and for all. Slowly, Kuja leaned down, lightly tracing Zidane's cheek and jaw with his slim fingers, slowly leaning down and pressing his lips tight against Zidane's. Zidane's eyes blinked open, and confusion settled over him. Before he knew it, he was responding to the kiss, the two twining their tongues together in an intricate and deep exploration of one another's mouths. Zidane pulled away slightly, confusion showing in his clear blue eyes as he stared up at Kuja. "A...anou... Kuja-sama...doushite..." [1] Kuja just smirked slightly as he ran his fingers along Zidane's jawline. "Baka...dakara...ai shiteru..." [2] The words floated lightly off Kuja's lips, becoming the sweetest sound Zidane could remember. "H....honto ni!?" [3] Zidane's heart almost lept out of his chest as he looked up at the older bishounen. ((author note: things start to get lemony, so if you dont like graphic yaoi stop now)) "Hai...honto..." [4] Whispering these last words, Kuja pulled Zidane in for another kiss, to which Zidane happily replied. Kuja's towel slid off his slender frame, revealing smooth, ivory skin. Zidane blushed softly at this, but Kuja wasn't phased. The younger boy pressed closer into Kuja, feeling a surprisingly hard bulge resting on his thigh. Zidane's blush turned even redder as he found his own length responding to Kuja, hardening up against the firm stomach of the older man. Kuja pulled away and let a smirk creep over his lips as he slowly started undressing Zidane. The blonde hadn't commented on whether or not he loved Kuja, but by his reactions Kuja guessed that he felt the same way. Soon the two were totally undressed, pressed tightly together as they shared yet another deep kiss. The kiss soon turned frantic as each craved release. Kuja reached in the small night table drawer, pulling out a small tube of oil. Gently, he squirted a good amount into his hands and rubbed it gently over his own length, taking all his reserve to not finish himself off. Slowly he slid a single finger into Zidane, stretching him slowly. Zidane let out a small moan as Kuja moved his fingers inside him. He'd never experienced anything like this before, and he knew more even better things were to come. Carefully Kuja added a second and third finger, slowly and gently stretching his new lover. Zidane let out small moans of approval, gasping as Kuja brushed over that certain spot inside him. Kuja smirked at the younger boy arched up his back, and Kuja knew he was ready. Kuja knew he had to work quickly so as not to cause any unwanted pain to Zidane. He positioned himself, then quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his own hard length. Under him, Zidane let out a great gasping moan as he felt Kuja enter him. He'd never experienced anything this mind-blowingly pleasureful in his life...and he certainly wanted this again! Kuja smiled, letting Zidane adjust to the big firm object inside him. Just then, Zidane got an idea. The younger boy reached over to the small tube of lube Kuja had used for himself. The older boy's face had a look of confusion as Zidane popped open the bottle, spreading it over his own hands. Zidane then moved his tail over, spreading the lube over the soft tip, and Kuja smirked. Wrapping his tail to the back of the older boy, Zdiane slowly slip the tip into Kuja's warm, tight opening. It was now Kuja's turn to moan, and after Kuja adjusted, the two started moving. Kuja held Zidane's hips tight as he pumped, leaning over to kiss and nip at Zidane's tender pink nipples. Moaning, Zidane arched his back, keeping the steady rhythm with his hips as well as his tail. Closing his eyes, Kuja moved faster and faster, breathing increasing and moans escaping his feminine lips. Both of them were entranced..the experience was dream like, yet they both knew this was no dream, and if it was, it was the best dream they'd ever had. All the passion and love they had for one another came pouring out, making them both for the first time feel true pleasure. Kuja wrapped his hands around Zidane's length, pumping him in time with their movement. He wrapped his tail around Zidane's waist, urging him on as their cries got almost frantic. Zidane then couldn't take it anymore. With a wanton yell, arching his back, Zidane came, emptying himself over Kuja's hand and stomach. As Zidane's walls clamped around him, combined with the rhythmic pounding of Zidane's tail against that certain spot, Kuja couldn't hold on. With a moan, Kuja spilled his seed into Zidane, calling out his lover's name as waves of pleasure spilled over him. The two collapsed simultaneously on one another, Kuja pulling the younger boy tight against his chest. Neither omitted a sound save heavy breathing as they lay there. Kuja started to drift off, and in the last moment before sleep, he heard Zidane say those few words he longed to hear for so long... "I love you Kuja...always..." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* THE END!