My Canary... Mine.

Internet problems solved, next chapter up! Thanks to Kiki, YShouldUCare and Ri for reviewing, I'll keep writing it if you like it. And I have a feeling there'll be more and more smut as I go on... o_O

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It was darker than he had expected, the shadows only broken by scattered candles. Kuja's face was half-lit, glowing softly in the golden flames. The white skirt had been unclipped and draped over a nearby chair. Looking either side, he could see the silver chains that clipped him to the bedposts. And looking down, he could see that he had been right after all - he was completely naked. Ugh. The shame...

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson," Kuja said in a quiet voice, almost a growl. He stood next to the bed, looming over his captive in the darkness.

"Kuja..." Zidane murmured.

"Yes?" he sighed.

"Let me go. Let us go. Enough of this!"

"Ahahaha!" Kuja turned away. "Of course, I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused you! Let me just fetch the keys for your cuffs and I'll have Zorn and Thorn release your friends so you can all go and play happy families!"

He suddenly spun on his heel and leaned over Zidane, his eyes dark with anger. "And what's in that for me?" he hissed. For a moment, they paused like that, Zidane in shock, Kuja watching the eyes of his prey widening in fear...

He gently closed in, pressing his lips softly to Zidane's. In a split second, the chains were rattling furiously and the head beneath him was trying to wriggle free. He smiled against Zidane's skin, savouring the sound of his whimpering.

When he retreated, he saw the look of fright and anger mixing in Zidane's bright eyes. "Never... Never do that again!" he yelled.

Having regained his composure, Kuja simply smiled, and, leaning with his lips close to Zidane's ear, he whispered menacingly...

"My canary... I'll do what I want with you."

A hand drifted over Zidane's stomach, the cold fingers making Zidane writhe.

"What the fuck are you doing? Kuja!! Get away from me!" He yelled as loud as he could, even though he was aware that no-one could hear him. He rattled the chains against the bedposts, even though he knew they would not break.

Kuja ignored his protests, and allowed his fingers to wander across Zidane's chest. Zidane squeezed his eyes shut, filled with shame.

He waited for something else, for the next move, but nothing came. He could hear rustling, the swishing of silk once more, and he knew the predator was moving. When he felt Kuja's hand on his face once more, he opened his eyes cautiously.

In the faint light of the candles, he could still see an element of triumph in Kuja's eyes, but at the same time, there seemed to be a sadness about him. "Would you prefer it I put your blindfold back on?" he whispered. "Are you really going to do this?" Zidane croaked.

Kuja tilted his head to one side. "Yes," he said with an infathomable smile.

Zidane closed his eyes as though he had heard his death sentence. "I hate you. I hate you so much," he said quietly, menacingly. Kuja rose again, impatient. "Shut up, Zidane. Do you want the damned blindfold or not?"

Opening his eyes to stare at his oppressor with all the hatred and anger he could, Zidane replied. "If it's going to happen, I don't want to see it. You selfish bastard. Why would I want to see anything you do to me?" As Kuja retrieved the blindfold from the floor, Zidane began to shout. "I'm going to kill you someday, Kuja! You think you can humiliate me and make me scared of you? You're just making me hate you even more!"

Heartlessly working towards his goal, Kuja harshly grasped Zidane's hair, pulling his head forward. He quickly tied the string over the blond hair, then released his hold.

"I'm sure you don't hate me." Kuja laughed quietly, enjoying the sight before him. "Are you telling me this isn't what you've been wanting?"

Before his captive could answer, Kuja was moving. He held himself over Zidane, straddling him at the waist. He heard the sharp intake of breath and felt the body beneath him tense suddenly. He wouldn't admit it, but he was becoming impatient. He wasn't sure if he could wait any longer. Quickly, so quickly his fingers fumbled over the clasps, he removed his belts and cast them aside. His shirt followed soon after.

Wondering if Zidane could tell what was happening, Kuja felt a vague disappointment that his soon-to-be lover couldn't admire his unclothed form while the event took place. But he couldn't hold back anymore. He had to go on.

Leaning over, he lay on top of his captive, their faces close. He lowered his lips to Zidane's neck, sweeping blond hair away with one hand so he could kiss every inch of warm skin beneath him. With the other hand, he gently massaged Zidane's waist, reaching lower to his hips, reaching lower...

"Aah!" Zidane shuddered as Kuja grasped him. Enough playing. He began to stroke the boy's length, feeling the tension mounting. "I wish you could see yourself, canary, your body's just begging to be touched... and yet you say you don't want this!" he taunted.

He was disappointed when he received no answer. Had Zidane really resigned himself to his fate so quickly?

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Kuja lifted himself away from his prisoner, once again, over Zidane's waist. He slid backwards, straddling his thighs instead.

"You say you don't want me, but your body says otherwise," he smiled, grasping Zidane once more, receiving only a flinch as a reply. He gripped the thighs either side of him and leaned over to take Zidane into his mouth. The blond cried out, both in surprise and in a guilty pleasure. Kuja smiled against the tender skin, sucking gently, allowing his tongue to slide delicately over his captive's member.

And then it began.

Zidane threw himself forward as far as his bonds would allow, crying out at the same time. "Stop!"

Kuja laughed. Such a futile gesture. He continued to suck on Zidane, harder, shivering in delight each time the blond squirmed.

But it couldn't end like this! Not so quickly, now that he had finally caught Zidane in his cage. He wanted to tease him, prove his victory, make the most of the time he had... make it last.

He released Zidane, and couldn't help but laugh when he received a pitiful moan in response. "Disappointed?" he mocked. Zidane's masked head turned limply to face sideways. "You like me taking control? You like being tied up like this? Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

He sighed when he realised that Zidane had gone quiet again. This was more difficult than he had thought. He had expected to feel a slight twinge of guilt... but...

He lay beside Zidane, who tensed up immediately. Nestling into the warmth of the blond's body, he whispered "I know you want me to stop. I want to go on... But I know you want it to end..." He flicked his silver hair away from his shoulders. "A compromise. You tell me you're mine, and you'll be mine forever, and I won't do this."

Still facing the opposite direction, Zidane made a noise of non-committal and an attempt to shrug. "I can say it, it'll be a complete lie, but I'll say it anyway - just to get your filthy hands off me."

"Oh, my. We are feisty. Well. I don't care if you don't think it's true." Kuja leaned in towards Zidane's neck. "I just want to hear you say it..."

Sarcastically, Zidane responded in robotic monotone. "Kuja. I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

Kuja tutted. "Not good enough. Try harder."

"Ugh! Kuja!!" Zidane yelled out in frustration.

But a gentle hand began pressing against his erection again, and he fell silent. "Now. You're either nice and obedient, or I carry on. Which is it to be?"

Slightly more sincerity. But with a lingering hint of disgust. "Kuja... I'm yours."

The hand tensed slightly.

Disgust replaced by a touch of desparation. "I'm yours, forever, Kuja."

"Try harder." The merciless hand squeezed him softly...

"I'm yours! Kuja! I'm yours forever! I said it!"

The cruel grip of one hand tightened even further while the other hand held Zidane's jaw. "Say it, say what you know I want to hear," Kuja hissed, his sensuous, flirtatious tone replaced by a harshness Zidane had never heard before.

"I... I am yours forever, Kuja. You... you are..."

"Say it..." The vicious voice threatened him.

"You are my master, Kuja..."

The silver-haired one looked at his captive and sighed. His gentle voice returning, he said softly, "So... you do know what I want to hear."

Zidane wondered at Kuja's comment, but couldn't find the words to express his confusion. Then suddenly the other genome threw his head back and laughed. The loud sound echoed off the walls, as though there were several Kujas, all watching, all laughing.

"Zidane, you fool! Did you think I would honour my word? I, a lover of deceit?"

"You wouldn't --- Kuja --- NO!"