Author: Miss Kalloway
Email: [email protected]
Part: 3/?
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are copyright
their respective companies/designers/etc. I'm just
playing and I'll wash them up and put them back when
I'm done.
Warnings: Yaoi, etc. Some OOC.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Halloween Hour Fic #3
Pairing(s): Kuja/Cloud
Fandom: FFVII/FFIX...
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Kuja surveyed the room for a minute, taking in the
horridly tacky decorations and the generally
uncreative costumes of his fellow partygoers. Not that
he'd really wanted to bother with the gathering, but
between Zidane and Mikoto, he'd been convinced
otherwise.
Of course, it was much like he was on stage, playing a
part in an elaborate costume. Though, he pondered, his
costume really was nowhere near as spectacular as a
few he'd seen thus far.
Still, if he was to play a part, than play he would.
After a moment, he noticed several familiar faces -
people he hadn't seen in quite awhile and some he
really hadn't wanted to see again. Zidane, Dagger, and
even Mikoto had wandered off already, leaving him
alone while he looked for something desirable.
It was then that he saw it, or them, more correctly.
Three schoolgirls wearing next to no clothing as they
lay sprawled across a dark-blue sofa. Well, two of
them were sprawled, at least, across the third, who
seemed to be averting her eyes as the first two
kissed.
For a moment, Kuja pondered why he hadn't worn
something that showed off just how beautiful he was,
but based on a handful of glances in his direction,
his costume was quite enough to do that.
He walked across the room slowly, stopping to grab two
plastic cups of punch on his way. From the corner of
his eye, he kept watching the third schoolgirl and her
reactions to her classmates' behavior. By the time
Kuja drew near, her two dark-haired classmates had
bounded off, leaving just the blonde looking
uncomfortable as she glanced warily off towards where
a skimpily dressed maid was trying to get a punk
rocker to dance.
A couple steps later, Kuja realized exactly who his
schoolgirl was and almost started laughing. It was
both comedy and tragedy at the same time.
"You had me fooled from across the room," Kuja said as
he offered one of the cups of punch to the man on the
sofa.
"It's Aerith's fault. Again," he replied, taking the
punch. "She's a little too good at what she does."
Kuja laughed and sat down, wrapping his tail up over
his legs so that the end twitched ever so slightly
just beside the edge of the blonde's skirt.
"You've acted before, haven't you, Cloud? It seems
you've told me of something," Kuja brought his free
hand to his mouth as he thought.
Cloud nodded and attempted to down his punch as
quickly as possible. "It's long past."
"I can just imagine a play for you," Kuja said before
taking a sip from his cup. "For us... A beautiful
maiden who longs for none other than her..."
"Housecat?" Cloud finished, setting his empty glass on
the floor beside a handful of others.
Kuja pouted. "You have no sense of whimsy, do you?"
"I'm not going to get in to how I feel about you,"
Cloud replied bluntly, reaching down to grab at the
end of Kuja's tail, which was now just tickling
against the side of his thigh. Aerith had definitely
gotten him much too short of a skirt.
Kuja frowned and pulled his tail back, tucking it
safely on the other side of his body.
"And the show ends, the curtain closes, and the cursed
feline sulks away alone."
At that, Cloud grabbed Kuja's cup away and drank the
remaining contents himself. "You've had more than
enough."
Kuja raised an eyebrow. He wasn't drunk, he was...
Then again, acting that part could very well get him
what he'd just decided he wanted.
As soon as the plastic cup hit the floor, Kuja
scrambled onto Cloud's lap, pushing up Cloud's skirt
with one hand.
"Kuja..." Cloud warned, only to be cut off with a kiss
that took him a moment to respond to.
It was a bit awkward - after all, Kuja was taller than
Cloud, which made their position less than
comfortable. And midway through the kiss, Cloud
managed to knock Kuja's kitty ears from Kuja's head.
Careful of the feathers Cloud vividly remembered, he
ran his hands through Kuja's hair. It felt so
different than anything else he could remember. And as
Kuja slipped a hand into Cloud's underwear (lacy to
match the outfit), Cloud let out an accidental moan
that urged Kuja on.
Kuja couldn't help but feel accomplished. Cloud had a
history of coldness to him, and definitely not without
reason. But this party wasn't about the past. Instead,
it was one night of truce. Tomorrow things would be
different.
Cloud's hands roamed over the skintight leather
covering Kuja's body and Kuja couldn't help but curse
the outfit that covered most every inch of his body.
But quickly enough, Cloud found the snaps that held it
in place and started undoing them.
"Cloud, perhaps we'd best be moving to another
location," Kuja suggested as he slid off to the side,
sprawled perfectly so his mouth was just inches from
Cloud's now very obvious arousal yet blocking that
fact from the rest of the room.
Cloud nodded but with Kuja half on him, he made no
motion to move. Taking that as a sign to be more
persuasive, Kuja pulled Cloud's erection free of the
tiny lace panties and wrapped his lips around it.
Cloud groaned, eyes darting around the room to make
sure not too many people were watching them. Not that
it mattered much.
With far from a few tricks in his repertoire, Kuja
teased Cloud's arousal with his tongue, not doing any
more than he had to in order to keep Cloud moaning and
getting increasingly close to climax. His tail
unconsciously lashed behind him until Cloud grabbed it
and held it gently, stroking the fur almost absently
until he cried out as quietly as he could when orgasm
shook his body.
Tucking Cloud's clothing back over his body, Kuja
licked his lips and smirked up at Cloud.
"How about a room now?"
Cloud just nodded, releasing Kuja's tail and watching
as Kuja slid from the sofa and stretched almost
playfully, showing off just how tightly the leather
hugged his every curve.
"You need these," Cloud said, bending over to grab the
kitty ears after he shakingly stood. His unwitting
panty shot wasn't missed by Kuja, who took the
opportunity to playfully smack the blonde's rear.
Kitty ears in place, Kuja practically pulled Cloud
from the room, looking for a place a little more
private to take care of his lust.
They ended up in a smaller bedroom, deprived of almost
all furnishings but the most important.
Making short work of Kuja's outfit, Cloud was rather
amused that Kuja was able to leave his high lace-up
black boots on. But instead of Kuja reciprocating, he
just pushed Cloud onto the bed and pushed up Cloud's
skirt.
"I need to thank Aerith for your costume," Kuja said
before pulling off the lace underwear.
"Kuja!" Cloud cried as warm, slick fingers traced his
opening. He couldn't help a slight chuckle at what had
to be the most ridiculous mage-skill he was aware of,
but that was stripped from his lips as Kuja moved
forward.
A couple minutes later, Kuja found himself deep within
Cloud's body, thrusting quickly and in awe of how
delicious the feeling was. He was watching Cloud
stroke himself, watching as a few beads of liquid
dripped down onto Cloud's plaid skirt.
They came almost at the same time, their pleasured
cries mingling together.
"Was that the end of the play?" Cloud asked afterward,
as they lay together in a tangle. He had Kuja's tail
in his hand again, ruffling the fur in a way that
threatened to make Kuja feel like purring.
"Perhaps just the first act," Kuja replied, sure it
was still early enough for several shows that evening.
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A/N: This one killed me. I knew I couldn't pull it
off. *sighs*
Um... as for costumes, I haven't figured out what most
people *are* yet, which is why they aren't described.
This one has a few in-jokes, but they're super-deeply
buried and may not be visible at all ever.
So rushed! I looked at the clock and realized I only
had four minutes left and had to literally throw the
end at it. *sighs*