Black Mage Zen

Black Mage Zen
Chapter Two: Interesting development, ne?

VVL 69: Okay, I said I'd get over the shock, but I didn't. This kid needs 3-legged pants, for cryin' out loud!
Vivi: >< That was really lame...
VVL 69: No, seriously, you're like Mini-Me. You could use that thing for a kickstand.
Vivi: Shut up!
VVL 69: Then can I make you small?
Vivi: Whatever, you're the author...
VVL 69: Damn straight. So in this story, you're the size of a typical nine-year old...but bigger than Yugi in the doujinshi 'Crazy Conduct'.
Vivi: Yeah...boy, is he small! And he's supposed to be a high-schooler?
VVL 69: Don't ask ME why...I didn't create him.
Vivi: Yeah, that's a good thing...he'd be a lot weirder...
VVL 69: Whatever. Anyway, they still don't belong to me. Now read, dammit! Or I'll sic Kuja on you!
Kuja: *smiles evilly* I get to be the sex queen...
Vivi: OO Gonna hide now...

~~~

"So, is it done yet?"

Blank groaned. This made the fourth - or was it fifth? - time that Zidane had asked him that question. "No, Zidane, it's not done..." he answered for the whatever-the-hell-it-was time. "Now can you sit down and wait?" God, if he didn't know any better, Blank would swear that the genome had the hots for Vivi...or at least it seemed that way by the amount of time Zidane spent looking after him.

"Okay," Zidane said lamely and collapsed into a chair. His booted feet swung back and forth underneath him, toes sliding against the wood floor to leave pale marks.

"Hey, knock it off, Zidane," Blank growled behind him. "Baku's tired of those skids on his floor. He said if he finds out who did it, he'll make that person lick them off."

"Yugh," the genome expressed sourly. "No thanks." Pulling his knees up to his chin, he was met with a disapproving look. "What now?!"

"Baku hates shoe prints on his chair."

"Fine." Zidane removed his shoes and toed furiously at the wicker edge of the chair, grumbling to himself. "Is it done yet?"

"Actually, it is." Blank drained the noodles carefully, hot water splashing into the sink to create a vapory cloud. "Hey, what kind of cheese does Vivi like?"

"Um, not sure. Probably anything." Zidane walked over to the pantry and opened the door. "Catch," he warned and threw a brick of the first thing he found at Blank.

"Mozzarella. Hm." Blank reached into a nearby open drawer and withdrew a grater. "Now we're getting somewhere. So," he inquired as he began to grate the pale yellow cheese into a bowl, "what're you doing hangin' around with Vivi so much?"

"That's the thing: I don't really know. He's just a lot like a little brother...the one I always wanted," Zidane admitted with a shrug.

"Yeah. Too bad Baku couldn't catch a woman if he tried."

"Well, that's not even the point. You asked me why I like Vivi so much, and I answered you. So is this gonna come back to bite me in the ass?" Zidane inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Not unless you and Vivi get caught fucking, in which case Steiner'll be all over you like ugly on a Malboro." Blank snickered under his breath.

"Yeah, Rusty sure would kill me." Zidane grimaced at the thought. "Not to mention Freya would remove my balls SLOWLY."

"She threatened you with that?!" Blank looked horrified.

"Yep. But I swear Vivi has been giving me the weirdest looks lately...almost like he knows what they told me and isn't happy with that thought."

"You mean like he wants you?"

"Sort of. And...well, don't tell anyone about this, but he's sleeping naked in my bed."

"He slept in Steiner's, but not naked..." Blank gave Zidane an introspective look. "Are you flirting with him?"

"Steiner?! Hell no!"

"No, I mean Vivi."

"Well, that's hard to say. I mean, he is cute, but I haven't been in bed with another man since a couple of years ago with you, and definitely never with a boy."

"Vivi's a doll." Blank spooned noodles into the bowl and tossed the remaining half-brick of cheese back at Zidane. "It's inconsequential if you don’t mind spending a couple of hours stitching something closed..."

"Do you think I'm thinking about Vivi like that?" Zidane inquired, placing the cheese back on the shelf, and shut the pantry.

"Well, if your crotch is any indication, you want him a la mode." Blank pointed down at Zidane's jeans.

"Gawd!" Zidane's tail bristled as he noticed a very obvious erection tenting his pants. "How did I not notice?"

"Probably had him tied up in a maid outfit in that dirty mind of yours..." Blank laughed and handed Zidane the macaroni. "But don't let Vivi find out you think like that, or he'll do it."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Those eyes cannot be blazing with anything else but lust." The grafted thief reached down to grab Zidane's crotch. "And this," he grinned, fondling the genome's rigid member, "wants nothing more than to bury itself in that sweet little ass."

"Uhhhnh..."

"Here, let me see that. The cheese needs to melt more anyway," Blank said and opened the oven door. "We'll just set it on low and take care of that," - he tilted his head towards Zidane's arousal - "before someone thinks you've ALREADY been screwing the little guy."

"That would be bad," Zidane agreed, though his inner thoughts were on Vivi and where he might be in fifteen minutes.

"Don't worry about a thing," Blank shrugged. "The main thing is, you've got to put your mind on something else when you're in public."

"Yeah." Zidane set the bowl on the top rack of the oven and shut the door, then turned to Blank. "Where should we go?" he inquired at his friend's purely lustful gaze.

"Anywhere but your room. Pick somewhere."

"Showers?" Zidane inquired. "Yours has a door."

"Good idea," Blank nodded. "And now it also has a lock, due to my recent fling with that weirdo friend of yours."

"Quina...?" Zidane's eyes widened.

"Hell no! You think I'm that desperate? Naw, I mean your...brother...or something--what's his name?...Kuja."

"Oh...Kuja. Well, he sure must have been happy about it..." The genome could well imagine his twisted older sibling writhing in passion under Blank's hard thrusts.

"Hell, yeah. He's got some kind of body for a hermaphro-whatsit." Blank licked his lips in afterthought. "Damn, what a great fuck he was."

"Almost makes me jealous," Zidane pouted.

"Screw you...I can do what I like. And right now I want to do you," the grafted youth said huskily. "How 'bout it, Zidane? Up for some?"

"Hell, yeah..." Zidane felt everything from his navel southward melt. "Let's go before I bust right now."

"That wouldn't be good..." Blank agreed. The two of them left the kitchen, shutting the door behind them.

~~~

"Now this is a welcome sight." Zidane looked over the sight of his nude friend, currently soaping his chest with an obscenely lustful expression on his face.

"Look at you," Blank countered smoothly. The genome's naked body, accented by various patches of dirty-blond hair, was slightly red from either the heat of the water or a high level of desire. "Man, Zidane, I could just eat you up."

"Stop it."

"Why?" The hand holding the sponge reached forward to swipe at Zidane's exposed member. "C'mon, Zidane. Roll with it."

"Just worried, I guess." Zidane walked forward into the redhead's open arms, crushing his mouth to Blank's with a grin. "Mmmm."

"Yeah," the other commiserated. He dropped the sponge and reached down to stroke the genome's erection. "Damn, when you grew up, you didn't skip anything. It's fuckin' huge."

"Eh, and yet Freya makes fun of me for being too small for her tastes. She probably likes to get boned with a javelin."

"I'll ignore that crack," a grating female voice responded. "Actually, I rather prefer Sir Fratley."

"F-Freya?!" Both Zidane and Blank looked over to see the female Dragon Knight blissfully naked in front of them. "What are you doing here?" the two thieves inquired in unison.

"Showering, for your information. And I see you're relieving stress...might it be caused by a certain young boy?" A coy smile curled around Freya's muzzle.

"Shut it, Freya," Zidane growled. "I'm not interested in your threats."

"I'm not here to threaten anyone." She shrugged. "Actually, I recently became convinced of Vivi's attraction to you." A pale-furred hand lifted the fallen sponge and handed it to Zidane. "But do be careful if you are to respond to his desires...don't let either Garnet or Steiner see you."

"Thanks, I'll log that away..." Zidane turned his body and faced the female rat with an annoyed expression. "By the way, did you remove the door from Blank's stall?"

"No, but I believe Baku did. The man said something about not catering to anyone's whims anymore."

"Mmm. Ever get back together with Fratley?"

"Well, it's going to be a long time until he remembers that we were lovers, but hopefully if he notices me naked it won't take nearly that long." She absently fondled one of her sizeable breasts before pivoting on her toes and turning on the hot water faucet. “And a bit of male distraction would be appreciated, if you feel like matchmaking.”

The shower room doors opened, revealing a very naked Sir Fratley.

“Whoa,” Zidane whispered, “no wonder you think I’m too small.” The male Dragon Knight was most definitely larger than the genome in that aspect. “Something that big would most definitely bust anyone’s cherry wide open.”

“Or worse,” Blank agreed soberly. “Damn, I’m jealous.”

“Good heavens!” Fratley had just now noticed not only Freya, but the two fondling thieves. “H-have I intruded on something?!”

“Nothing,” Zidane assured. “But it’s a communal, so if you want to shower you’ll have to look at Freya. Man, doesn’t she have a fine body?”

“Well...Fine...isn’t the word...It simply does not do Lady Freya any justice.” Fratley’s muzzle reddened as he noticed that Freya was indeed fully nude. “Good heavens,” he said again, this time with a twitching nose.

“Well, well...” Zidane grinned, “looks like someone’s horny...” He turned back to Blank with a grin on his face. “Let’s do this.”

“In front of them?” the redhead hissed. “They’ll see us!”

“So? They’ll only get hornier,” the genome responded. “Besides, remember the time Baku took us to Burmecia to see one of their erotica plays?”

“It’s Burotica,” Blank corrected. “And yes, I remember...”

“The starring roles were both male. And in the middle of the war against the samurai—”

“Yeah, they fucked each other—Oh,” the grafted youth realized. “It’d probably be like a Burotica homage or something.”

“So?”

“Sure.” Blank lifted the blond in his strong arms, pressing him against his raging erection. “Care to be uke?”

“Uhnh, you know I do...” Zidane groaned as he felt the redheaded thief’s fingers stroking his entrance. “Gawd, Blank, don’t tease me...”

“Suit yourself,” Blank grunted and drove straight and hard into him, stretching the genome to his limit with one deep thrust.

“A-Aou!!” Zidane squealed, squirming in his lover’s arms. “You have got to be gentler next time, Blank...” Despite his previous statement, however, he shut his eyes and gripped Blank by the shoulders as he rose with the youth’s second thrust.

“Uhn, yesss...” the redhead groaned. “You’re so fuckin’ tight...” He slid deeper into the blond, grazing his prostate and causing him to whine in ecstasy. “Oooohh, Zidane.”

“Ahhmnm, give it to me...” Zidane forced Blank into a searing kiss, leaning back against the wall.

“Only if you scream...”

“Kinky.” Zidane pressed his arms against the wall, shuddering as Blank pulled almost all the way out—it felt so good, this torture...He mewled as one of the rogue’s grafted hands reached down to stroke the base of his tail, just above the place where they were joined.

“C’mon...scream for me,” Blank prodded, “you know how much it turns me on...” With a nearly malicious grin, he rammed hard into Zidane.

“Ah...aaahhhh!!” The blond yowled with pleasure. “Yes, more...I need it...” His hands reached down to grab Blank’s firm ass as he slammed into the genome.

“Uuhhm...I...feel it...coming,” the redhead grunted. “I can’t hold it...”

“J—just a little longer...” Zidane could feel the heavy burning sensation enveloping him... “Ummmn, just a bit...i...iiiiiii......aa—aaaah—Aaaaaaahhhhh, Blank!!!” he wailed out, splattering both of them as his climax hit.

“Yessss, uhhhhnmnnnn...ah, Zidane...” the grafted thief hissed. “You’re so good...”

“Phuff,” the blond expressed with a wheeze. His hands relaxed against Blank, and his head tipped forward onto the youth’s shoulder as he withdrew from inside the gemone. “Tired.”

“Well, you can sleep later.” Blank leaned back and hefted his companion up onto his shoulder, using a towel to relieve both thieves of the sticky mess Zidane had made. “Right now, we’ve gotta make sure that macaroni isn’t burned.”

“Uh-huhm...” Zidane yawned. “And that Vivi isn’t getting lonely.” He leaned against Blank as the redhead carried him out of the shower room, neither of them noticing Freya and Sir Fratley’s absence.

“Hey, Zidane...Take care of the little man, all right?” Blank whispered as the tailed youth began to drift off.

“...Yeah.”

~~~~~

VVL 69: Now that was lemony goodness, huh? Gotta hand it to Blank there at the end...
Vivi: But Blank and Zidane were having sex together...*sniffle*
VVL 69: Only because Zidane has a surprise for you later.
Vivi: Mmmm...I can only imagine...
VVL 69: *notices Vivi’s erection* And by the way, just how tight are those pants...?
Vivi: @@ *falls over*
VVL 69: Oh well. Next chapter up as soon as I get reviewed!