Under the Protection of the Iifa Tree

Before he could say a word, he made a giant leap onto Kuja's body. He could feel Kuja brace under his weight, although Zidane was fairly light. Large roots waved viscously overheard from the Iifa tree. They were an ugly green color and they seemed to have a personality of their own. An angry personality.

As vines and roots whipped by Zidane's head he clutched his body tight around Kuja. Kuja was out of trance clothes, and wearing his usual attire. Zidane noticed that Kuja's skin felt like silk under his embrace. As minutes passed by, and still the tree could be heard raging, Zidane and Kuja exchanged not one word. A sweat formed between their touching skin, and Zidane wearily rested his head down upon Kuja's chest. It has been a long battle, and a hard one, but the planet was restored... and he was truly alive.

Zidane fell asleep to the sound of Kuja's weak heartbeat, his breath falling in routine. In an unmeasurable amount of time he arose. There were no sounds coming from the tree. It now looked brittle and old. The roots had lost their venomous color and now were a dusty brown. A small cage had been naturally formed around Kuja and Zidane's resting bodies. As Zidane stretched out his body, several of the tree members snapped violently, creating a wider space for the two of them.

Kuja was still alive, although he seemed to be in a deep sleep. Zidane cleared out more of the area so he could have a small space to sit, apart from Kuja's body. He rested his body on the ground, and contented himself to listening to the tide of Kuja's breath. As he sat, he attempted various things to control his boredom. He counted the rips on his outfit, twiddled his thumb, even hummed a few verses of Jasmine's song... finally he resorted to just watching Kuja.

His beautiful stomach was exposed, and it heaved gently up and down, in rhythm with his breath. Zidane noticed how thin Kuja was... as if he could be snapped in half at any second, and he wondered how such amazing power came from such a frail life form.

"Not really a lifeform, I suppose," Zidane breathed out loud, "as a manufactured being. A genome. Just like myself. Kuja has the power because he was meant to posses it. He was built to create havoc and war... and look so beautiful at the same time." His eyes glanced to Kuja's blood red nails. One was broken in half, and he could see that the nails were not painted but in fact grew red. A permanent make-up.

Now Zidane was curious, and he edged forward to view Kuja's eyes... expecting that they were part of his skin. He hunched over Kuja, breathing warm air onto his face, and examined his eyes. They were beautiful. Thick long eyelashes that grew incredibly dark, lacquered in a glossy coat of mascara that made them shimmer in the small bits of light. He pressed a finger to Kuja's eyelid and gently slid it along in a wiping motion. Nothing smudged nor came off. Zidane gently scratched at it with his nail, but stopped when he heard a small murmur from the sleeping Kuja.

"I guess he must have been born like that," Zidane questioned, "it would seem unlikely that Garland would produce a genome that needed to spend time putting on makeup."

"No," the voice rocked Zidane. Kuja was awake. "Garland did not make me to look like this. Although some may wonder and possibly mock me for my appearance, it was mine own choice. I desired the perfect mix of beauty and power. As I look at the form of a woman I see beauty. The excellent vanity they posses. I also see power. Not only the power for giving birth to life, but also the power as your friend Beatrix so possessed. Incredible strength and willingness to do their duties. When I saw this I formed in my mind the perfect balance of beauty and power and this is what I wanted to become.

Garland has no imagination. He created me no different from the others. I knew I was special though. I had the power of a soul, and the power to do Garland's bidding. I refused to blend in with all of the mindless vessels. When I traveled here to Gaia I looked just like you, although I desired much more. I cropped my hair, acquired new clothing, and even dabbled in makeup. Then, finally I found what I was looking for. A spell that could transform your body. It has been kept a secret for long, but I tortured many souls to receive this secret. Immortal beauty came at a high price.

To become this beautiful soul I had to gather parts from many others. I had to build my perfect body so that the Gods could have something to work with, and sacrifices to keep them happy. I spent years searching over the planet for the most beautiful women. And then I stole their features. I killed them and took their scalps, their eyes, and their frail bodies. Once I had my sacrifice prepared just right for the Gods, all I had to do was mutter a few incantations. It was simple really. Although an incredible painful process.

So you see, as you admire my beautiful looks, you should really shun them and turn your eyes away from me. For I am just how you look, and I only see true beauty in you, Zidane."

Zidane didn't reply. He simply leaned in and planted a soft kiss onto Kuja's tender cheek. Somehow after all of the wrongs he had committed and all of the blood he had shed Zidane couldn't bring himself to loathe this man. Maybe it was their brotherly connection, or maybe it was something more. Before he had time to think any longer he was wrapped in a warm embrace by Kuja.

He felt his lips being caressed slowly by Kuja's gentle tongue. Although the thought of whose tongue it actually was should have crossed Zidane's mind, it didn't. He couldn't resist the sweet temptation of Kuja. He knew that Kuja was destined to die soon, he could hear it in his breathing and in his heartbeat. There was no harm in fulfilling one last wish....

Smooth and fragile hands found their way down Zidane's front, and then down to his bottom. They wriggled their way gently beneath his pants and massaged his crotch. Zidane clenched his bottom lip, not wanting to give into the pleasure. For a few long moments he was scared he was going to come already, in Kuja's hands. Then he felt the warm grasp removed and his pants being worked off.

Zidane took a large gulp in. He was throbbing with pleasure, but it was a forbidden one. He tried to repeat to himself that he loved Jasmine, but he couldn't stop his fingers from pulling away Kuja's shoulder guards, and then his small undershirt. They worked their way down across Kuja's slender stomach and unfastened his towel like wrap. The sight of Kuja's naked body was too much for Zidane.

He breathed heavily and fast, trying to control himself. It would be silly if he lent himself over to pleasure already, before anything had begun. Kuja smiled softly and gently moved his body across their small lair to the point where he was atop of Zidane.

"This is my last wish," Kuja told him. He let his tongue roll down his mouth and across Zidane's face and neck. Zidane moaned, and Kuja noticed his strong erection. He continues moving his tongue across Zidane's body, and brought it to his waistline. He massaged Zidane's hips with it, moving dangerously close to his genitals. Zidane moaned loudly, a plea for Kuja to continue.

He wrapped his pouty lips around Zidane, and they were so soft. Kuja moved up and down the length of Zidane's shaft, focusing heavily on the base but always coming back up for a small twitch of the tongue over Zidane's head. Zidane was in total ecstasy, and he once again found himself struggling for control. This pleasure was so immense, and more than he had ever felt before but he didn't want to lose it now.

Zidane's moaning became louder and louder until they were shouts that echoed across the dead walls of the Iifa Tree. It seemed to be the only thing that could stop him from losing it. But, with one small blow of air from Kuja's lips and he shivered with delight and lost control. He released cum all over Kuja's face. It dripped down onto Kuja's chest. Zidane noticed Kuja looked more pleased than ever.

Panting heavily, Zidane felt himself being gingerly prodded at. He twitched uncomfortably as one finger entered his anus. As soon as he relaxed he realized how immensely pleasing it was. He calmed all of his nerves, and let Kuja insert another finger. They were slippery and coated with his own semen, and they moved in and out quickly, giving rise to another erection in Zidane.

Kuja's member was throbbing with delight, and he pulled two sticky fingers out of Zidane, and thrust his penis in sharply. Zidane screamed loudly, although there was no one to hear him. The pain was intense, and he felt as if he was being ripped apart. Zidane reminded himself that this was Kuja's last wish, and quelched his screaming. He was stiff, but Kuja didn't seem to mind.

He thrust in and out quickly gaining speed. Zidane had his eyes squeezed shut tightly, but when he began to realize the pain was no more he opened them. The sight of Kuja's sweat soaked body plunging rapidly in and out of him brought him to his second orgasm. With the release of Zidane's cum Kuja thrust one final and hard time deep into Zidane's anus. He released himself inside of Zidane, and howled with a delighted pain.

Kuja withdrew slowly, he was panting heavily. Zidane mistook it for pleasure, and too late realized that they were the pants on a man on the verge of death who has exerted himself one final time. Zidane quickly rose out of his sticky bed of pleasure, and leapt to Kuja's side.

He cradled Kuja's form in his arms, and hummed the song he knew so well. Kuja's naked body seemed more frail than ever. His skin had an incredibly pale color, and his voice was ragged.

"Thank you," Kuja gasped through deep breaths of air. Zidane kissed the top of Kuja's head... his hair was matted and wet now, and Zidane added to it with a stream of tears. A small, indistinguishable murmur escaped from Kuja's mouth, and then he seemed to release himself. His muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed and stopped.

Zidane howled as Kuja's dead form lay in his arms. The pain of giving away his virginity, to realizing their was one man he loved, to losing his brother, to the thought of incest, to a wonderful and misunderstood person laying dead in his arms. The pain from so many things hounded him and he screamed from what seemed like hours.

Once he had calmed down, he redressed Kuja's body. Silent tears streamed down his face as he left a final kiss upon Kuja's face, and lay him down to rest in this shrine created in the Iifa Tree. His rage gave him increased strength, and he slammed a passage through the dead roots and emerged from the tree.

Everywhere around him was destruction. The sky had a red glow to it, and the life seemed to be sucked out of everything. He could relate, as his heart ached so harsh. He decided to set off to the nearest town.

As he walked down the path to civilization he made a vow to never reveal Kuja's secrets to anyone, but also to never forget Kuja and the special time that they shared.