Scars and Feathers, Part 1

"Marcus someone is in here." Blank ran behind Marcus, who took off like he was shot from a canon.

Blank nearly fell as he tripped over a rock behind a statue, but was caught by the strangely dressed man.

Kuja smiled. Blank was certainly beautiful in the moonlight. Something about the younger boy made his heart stir in a way that no other had made it. Before Kuja even realized what he was doing, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the young boys.

Blank blinked his eyes startled slightly and pushed Kuja away. "I am not some Fagot like you!"

Kuja Lowered his head, felling as if he had just been slapped. "Sorry.. I .. excuse me." Kuja stood up off him offering his hand. Blank merely smacked it way.

"Leave me alone." Blank got up and ran after Marcus.

That night Blank crawled into bed and fell asleep dreaming only of the strange silver haired man and his forceful pleading kiss.

Blank woke up in a sweat, throwing his sheet off of his naked body he walked over to the window and opened it. Sighing he brushed his fingers through his short auburn hair, then rested his head in his hand. "You will not leave me alone will you?"

Kuja sat on his bed at the desert palace and sighed. He had been unable to get any sleep. What the young man said really struck him. '.. I am not some fagot, like you." Kuja sighed and looked down at his hands again. "Am I really that repulsive?" Kuja parted his lips slightly. "I suppose I am. Even a beauty like him rejects me. " Kuja swept a few strands of sliver from his face and frowned. Placing his pale fingers against his cheek Kuja ran them along the tear markings. Never before had anyone ever been so rude about his sexuality. Usually they would say they were not his type, for some reason this hurt more. It hurt like he actually felt something more than primal lust for the boy.

After throwing on a robe, Blank walked down the steps and out to the courtyard. No one was out there so he decided to take a seat against the lush grass and rest his head in his hands. Blank sobbed slightly as he remembered the day he told Zidane he liked him. Zidane spat in his face and ran away after his confession, ever since then they had never been the same. Even now he was afraid of confessing the fact he like men instead of women and even hid it. 'I did the same thing to him as Zidane did to me..' Blank sighed warily and got off of the grass. While walking inside a strong hand touched his shoulders.

Kuja leaned forward and pressed his lips against Blank's neck. "I couldn't think of any but you. Please, tell me this am I that repulsive?" Kuja ran his hand's down Blank's trembling sides. "Please accept me as I am, I only want someone to.. "

Blank spun around and looked at Kuja, even with smeared makeup he looked beautiful. Brushing his fingers through Kuja's long silver hair, Blank leaned forward and pecked Kuja's cheek. "I called you that because I was denying myself. Ever since the day someone rejected me I have been hiding the fact I liked boys. When you kissed me, my friend was watching and I just messed up, sorry."

Kuja smiled and his face lit up after hearing Blank was not outright rejecting him. "May I ask your name?"

"Blank, you?" Blank looked at the grass and stammered his foot into the soft soil.

"Kuja" His voice flowed like honey to Blank's ears causing the boy to grow weak in the knees. "Ever since I got back to my house of sorts, I couldn't think of anyone but you."

Blank leaned forward slightly. "Me neither."

Kuja pursed his lips together. Looking at Blank's hands he took both of them into his and pulled the smaller framed boy against him. Blank tilted his head up and waited for Kuja to kiss him once more before returning to his bed.

What Blank received was far better than any kiss, Kuja lifted Blank off the ground and aided him on top of silver dragon who just returned to Kuja's side. Blank closed his eyes and laid his head back against Kuja's chest with a contented look on his face. "Where are we going?" Blank blinked his eyes slightly after feeling the large creature under him take off into the air.

Taking leave of his senses, Kuja traced the scar on Blank's face. "To my home." Kuja kissed the top of his forehead. "I wanted to spend some time with you." Kuja smirked slightly.

Blank touched Kuja's hand. "Okay." Blank had yet to have a lover touch him. Many of the people he liked were either straight, or found him ugly because of the scars on his face. Kuja saw past them, or at least Blank wanted to pretend he did.