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Enchanter & Sketch:
Enchanter watched Kuja carefully, seeming to notice the slight changes in emotion, wanting to keep the man close without smothering him. Why was it that so many terrible things had happened in the past to such a man? It was agonising to think about for Enchanter.. To know that there was so much he could never erase.

But in the end, he always snapped out of those thoughts with the realisation that all of this made Kuja who he was as a person. It was a war between adoring Kuja as he was and wanting to protect him from his past. Enchanter already knew there was little he could do, but instead of giving up he knew he had to stay by Kuja's side and do all he could to show the man that not everyone was just going to leave.

Perhaps Kuja would never trust him, and that was alright. But it was Enchanter's pleasure to spend his time beside the man as he deciphered all of those complex feelings and thoughts, even if it did not turn in his favour.

The long silver hair spilled over Sketch's shoulders as Enchanter held the boy just a little tighter as if trying to steady himself from those thoughts. Trying to hide his desire to capture Kuja in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright, that he would protect their new family with his life. Strong hands held Sketch carefully, the same hands that had torn flesh from bone and held still beating hearts before he devoured them with such carnal hunger. It was almost like seeing a ferocious wolf tend gently to its cub after violently slaying another animal.

Watching the man before him as their son was distracted and seemed calmer with talk of cake, he could see the honest want in Kuja's eyes and instead of feeling offended at the notion of not being loved in such a manner, he felt truly overjoyed at the concept of Kuja even considering making the effort to try.

"I might not be worthy of such love."

The slender fingers shifting through his hair felt oddly comforting, subconsciously he leaned against the touch, sapphire eyes sparkling with the rage of the deepest blue sea made calm. Sketch had already started to Squirm, wanting attention too as Enchanter felt those lips and sought into Kuja's eyes with the connection, wanting him to see that Enchanter had absolutely nothing to hide from him in that moment.

The scene was quite romantic one could say, the two fathers sharing a gentle kiss while their new son, deceptively old looking for a 'new born', sat well behaved basking in the affections of his parents, completely contented in the serene scene of love.....

SPLAT!

Enchanter pulled back from the kiss as a heaviness smudged over his chest and shirt, gazing down he saw a rather annoyed gaze with a devious little grin. Their loving son had just utterly smothered thick cake over him without remorse, those hands still pressing it into the fabric to make his intentions clear, the kiss obviously irritating the little one and he was keen to make it known. Enchanter's shin was kicked subtly before Kuja could see, a warning or perhaps a promise. Kuja was Sketch's father, not Enchanter's lover.. That would all end now...

All at once that hateful expression turned deeply cute as those wide eyes blinked and he looked up at Enchanter and Kuja both apologetically. It seemed as though there was nothing but innocence in the young male... Such a perfect camouflage.

"Oh no! I dropped the cake!"

There was a slightly teary expression, his hands covered in cream and Enchanter's shirt clearly smeared with cake, no way a simple drop could manage that. Still, the silver haired male merely chuckled and kissed Kuja's forehead lightly before the man could get away, reaching down to hoist little Sketch under one arm, sliding the other hand through the cake at his chest to rub it into Sketch's hair as he stepped behind Kuja, motioning for his host to follow.

"Oh dear indeed, we should clean this up. It seems my hand slipped as well, clumsiness must run in the family."

Sketch was not impressed, he squirmed but not with full strength, concerned about making Kuja angry above all else. Those hopeful sapphire eyes watched his father as he was carried away, tense but calming down with their shared gaze, determined to prove he could be better for Kuja than Enchanter.

Growing up the way he did, there was always a race to become the favourite in such situations. Your position as the favoured was always much better than if you were simply an extra on hand. Sketch had not yet had the chance to become anyones favourite and he refused to lose the chance, a mentality so hard to let go of, ingrained in the mind of an innocent child trying to cling to survival.

"Nooooo!"

Sketch clung to Enchanter's waist firmly, refusing to let go as the man tried to coax him into the bath, with a little cute growl he clung and shook his head, looking up to Kuja for help, wanting to reach for him but concerned he would be unlatched if he did. Kuja seemed quite amused by his dislike of the bath and with a warm chuckle he soothed a hand over Sketch's back and gently coaxed him to remove his hands from Enchanter, even though it was surely an entertaining sight.

For Enchanter, it was the closest thing he had gotten to an honest hug from his son, his first son... A sudden wave of pride overjoyed him as he watched Kuja gently guiding Sketch into the water, Sketch clinging to his arm as if it would swallow him whole. It was something he had gone through too.. Some of the conditions he had lived under as a child were quite... Questionable. He had been forced to hold his breath underwater for extended periods in order to be able to pleasure clients in such environments effectively, without needing to breathe. It wasn't that he had needed the air, but the feeling of being completely submerged had always been so daunting, unlike the shadows which offered such dark comfort, water was clear, refusing to hide the slightest blemish with more than a transparent ripple.. And the things they used to do to him while he was under...

As Sketch splashed some water toward Enchanter, he snapped out of the memory and came back to the vision of their new family. Those days were gone, far gone. The silver haired male had not been used in such manners in such a long time and had learned long ago of their deviousness. He wanted his son to never believe such acts were normal, to have a peaceful life, a free life.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his cake covered dark shirt and coaxed it off his strong shoulders, wiping the cake off with the fabric before allowing it to fall to the ground, shattering into several tendrils of shadow that seemed to fight for the remnants of cake with Sketch's shadows like two puppies play fighting one another with no real damage dealt.

The strong hands soon came to unbuckle the leather belt, tugging it through the loops to coil it carefully and set it down beside the bath, slithering over to a corner filled with shadows like a serpent retreating back to its nest. Lastly, he tugged the zipper down and urged the slacks from his thighs, the silver hair spilling over the muscled shoulders to hide any sinister view for a moment as the shadows that created that garment also escaped, leaving Enchanter bare.

Without shame, the Shadow Master stood before Kuja and Sketch, the well toned body untainted save for an ever present smudge of cream upon his chest from the cake, stepping forward into the bath without delay, the water shuddering with the same blackness it had the last time he and Kuja took a bath together. It was unusual to think that the shadows themselves seemed to quite enjoy being present in the water, as if the resistance offered them some comfort as well.

Little Sketch was too focused on Kuja to notice Enchanter, those sparkling blue eyes were so captured by the beauty of his precious father. Was this really real? Could he really stay with Kuja?

As the man carefully washed the cake out of his hair and started on his arms, his chest, he warmed up to every touch with great trust, wanting his father to inspect every part of him, to be pleased with every part of him. There were so many games he wanted to show Kuja already, to see those approving eyes pleased with everything he had to offer. Still, he couldn't help but notice Kuja's eyes drawing to something else...

Turning his attention to the darkness that had descended into the bath, Sketch's expression turned slightly sour. Not again. What would it take to be the centre of attention around here?

"Daddy Enchanter, come play!"

Sketch smiled and splashed Enchanter in the face, smirking to himself. The man was all wet now, dripping with moisture over each rippling muscle, why would his father want him now? The boy could not help but laugh, it was good to see the man who Kuja had become so focused on dishevelled infront of them. Still, Enchanter looked up from the wet silver strands with a warm smile and playfully splashed Sketch back gently, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

It seemed to only irritate Sketch a little more. What was wrong with the man? It was like he didn't acknowledge Sketch as his rival for attention.

Sketch turned back to Kuja to see if he was watching only to see those eyes full of ache for Enchanter, with an angry huff he turned back only to see nothing but rippling water, blinking as suddenly his legs were elevated and he was clutching wet silver hair, holding on for dear life as Enchanter had dived under him to lift their young son onto his shoulders, sliding close to Kuja holding a wash cloth.

Waiting for confirmation of invitation, he carefully washed each of Kuja's limbs, Sketch huffing and reaching out to steal the cloth and wash Kuja's back before Enchanter tried to win the cloth back in a rather comical manner before chuckling warmly and gathering shadows to create another. Soon both of them were working together to wash Kuja carefully, preciously. Though Enchanter valued it as a family bonding moment, Sketch treated it like a race and slapped Enchanter's hand away when he got too close to any of Kuja's sensitive areas.

"Don't you touch my father there, pervert!"

Enchanter blinked at the first assault and chuckled loudly leaning in close to Kuja to guide lips over a cool ear to offer the barest hint of sensation.

"I suppose we shall have to wait.."

After that, Enchanter stepped out, the shadows in the water already gathering at his hips, coiling and joining to make a black towel as he exited the bath, turning to Kuja to offer a hand.

Sketch took the opportunity and slipped down off Enchanter's shoulders, cradled by the protective man's hands as he slid down, and immediately grasped for Enchanter's towel and dashed off as fast as his little legs would carry him into the shadows, finding the thought of Kuja seeing Enchanter shamefully naked utterly hilarious.

Enchanter merely turned to look where Sketch had run with a chuckle, smiling as shadows gathered to make another towel, reaching out towards Kuja until he stepped out of the bath, guiding the soft, dark material around him, gently trying every part of the man slowly. When it was clear there was not a single droplet of water left, Enchanter slid strong arms around Kuja from behind and gathered him up tightly against his still wet chest for a long moment, brushing a firm kiss against his host's neck before hoisting the man up before he could protest.

All at once they had shifted through the blackness into their bedroom, Sketch still dripping wet, shivering in the middle of the bed, spread out so there was no room for Kuja and Enchanter to lay together, only separately on either side of him. Crafty, Enchanter thought, he was so proud of his smart son.

Kuja conjured his usual powers to dress them all for bed and they took each of their places on either side after a kiss that was over far too fast, interrupted by a loud sneeze from the bed. Though the moisture was now gone due to Kuja's power, it was already too late. Little Sketch was clinging to his precious father shivering cutely, unable to stop sneezing every few moments as Enchanter gently, soothingly caressed over the boy's back until he fell asleep against Kuja, then moving closer to cradle them both tightly, now stroking Kuja's hair waiting for the man to fall asleep.

"He is going to be quite the handful" Enchanter commented.

"I wouldn't expect any less from a son with us as his parents" Kuja responded, closing his eyes to sleep against the gentle caressing.

Kuja:
It seemed always Enchanter’s kiss not only always accepted him, but welcomed and offered an equal amount of passion, whether it be tender or desirous, Kuja could always feel the other’s love so considerately conveyed. Of course, I am the one who’s unworthy of you… Something so clear as crystal to Kuja’s cruel and shredded heart, held together by his own barbed wire and ribbons of other’s kindness, Enchanter’s vision of this contemptible piece tainted by the silver haired saint’s abused, lonely and abandoned years in darkness.

Though before he could follow the kiss through to the end, before he could become a little shy over the situation, Sketch surprisingly took the moment from them. Kuja could scarcely believe it, even after acting so good, the child’s jealousy surpassed his fear of threats. The cake that creamed his lover’s chest made him want to laugh, but he stifled it to a light chuckle, so as not to encourage such behaviour, a finger over his happy lips as Enchanter and he had chuckled together before his forehead was kissed.

Kuja would also be surprised as Enchanter paid the child back, smearing the cake through his hair, such an act from the outside, as a grown up, he knew was still affectionate and playful. Enchanter seemed even more of a natural with children, he also seemed like a loving older brother to little Sketch. This sight twinged within himself a little envy, it was perhaps for a time Balthameul’s way of giving his affection to him, an older male to a younger male, though at the time Kuja found it most contemptible, not realising. Sketch’s intense dependent eyes upon him erased the severity of the remorse of how Kuja destroyed his old best friend’s affection or attention for him, and he smiled brightly, with full encouragement for Sketch to be happy and feel safe in Enchanter’s loving arms.

Though he may have just felt inadequate, neither able to play the younger or older male part for such a wholesome and loving bond, he felt greatly pleased that his simple, gentle encouragement was enough for Sketch to be complacently guided into the water after such an amusing fuss. Kuja’s mind in trying to understand Sketch, worked most dominantly in trying to know how best to control him, his inward worry and insecurity over not yet knowing how best to ‘deal’ with children was washed away with how easily, happily and obediently Sketch allowed him to wash him all over. He took great pleasure in getting to clean and dote upon the other, and after he was spotless would it occur to him how he enjoyed also feeling his little pale and flawless limbs.

“My handsome boy.” Kuja would sing his praise for the obedient, beautiful child. To think this would grow into a big man one day, and so his eyes wandered to the chiselled, sculptured, silver haired male perfection entering these same waters. Kuja’s heart did flutter, it seemed this should be more something out a romance novel than something in his life, the water Sketch threw only glistening and radiating Enchanter’s smile and perfection to him even more.

Kuja was still in awe as his shimmering man seemed to tower above him, though realistically they were roughly the same height, little Sketch upon shoulders making Kuja feel small. As Enchanter sought his permission, it gave Kuja back an edge of his dominance, asserted by an arrogance as he inclined his head a little to the side, slender elegant fingers trailing over the smooth curve of his own neck and across his bony shoulder. His naked body has been admired by other men before, his appearance in general he knew appeased men and women, but it was meaningless when it did not come from the ones who meant something to you. So when the touch and water came, he couldn’t help but chuckle a near giggle. He was so delighted, his thrill for Enchanter’s touch having inclined higher than when the man covered his whole body in kisses, post the realisation Enchanter could not be Balthameul's replacement and was a new entity wanting to love him. His elevation remained the same as Sketch and Enchanter fought for their places, chuckling even more, his lips forming a silent ooh as Sketch slapped and told Enchanter off. It was all too amusing. Kuja wanted to a be a worthy prize for them too, he would decidedly take more pride in himself, his resplendent grace embedded in every movement and extended arm for the other to have the honour of touching. It was a slight smirk instead of just a smile, his lips perhaps just too used to such a position, as his eyes watched Enchanter's, wondering about his preference. While Kuja made himself more womanly for Balthameul, Enchanter may not actually care for it, since the only previous lover of his that Kuja was aware was a man. Though a weak one, was still a man. Perhaps Enchanter would like it if he were bigger and more muscular than him...

Thoughts were interrupted and brought back to the sensual plain as Enchanter’s suggestive whisper reminded Kuja of his more recent time’s natural ability to rise, he could feel his snake growing and was so glad Enchanter turned away, hopefully not noticing for Kuja to kill it completely. The towel suddenly being snatched away, exposing Enchanter’s behind to Kuja completely, truly made him blush now that a hand pressed to his own cheek, also on command seeping away that colour before he finally was able to take the others hand as he stepped out of the waters. Enchanter moved too quickly this time for him to protest as he was dried off with that soothing touch, allowing him to continue before his heart was pounding with strong arms around him, and that sensual kiss. He was swept up with a panicking feeling, that loss of control, only really being held like this when he's weak, dying, dead, or that one time on command with Balthameul. He relaxed a little into the hold... that childish or romantic notion of asking someone to carry you to bed, didn't seem as silly, foolish or petty anymore now that Enchanter held him without even being ordered. Enchanter truly was something... Though he was still a little tense by the time Enchanter let him down, and his attention flew to Sketch now who shivered on the bed.

It was Kuja's turn to dry and coddle Sketch, an instinct of a desire now pouring out as his arms wrapped around his little form on the bed, cuddling him warm and tightly as not a drop of water would be left to chill their little child. In all the warmth, from Enchanter and Sketch, he was happily seduced into the fantasy, treasuring how Sketch clung to him, admiring how Enchanter comforted Sketch until the shivering and sneezes turned into gentle soft breathing.

After his comment, Kuja closed his eyes peacefully with Enchanter's soothing touch and Sketch's lulling little heartbeat. He replayed all the wonderful events of the day in his mind to himself, whilst still holding on and treasuring this moment. He wondered over the heavy contrast between child Enchanter and adult Enchanter, when did Enchanter lose his sense of jealousy and become such an understanding man... understanding or so broken? He drifted off to a true and warm sleep wondering over Enchanter's life...

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Enchanter & Sketch:
Enchanter watched Kuja carefully, seeming to notice the slight changes in emotion, wanting to keep the man close without smothering him. Why was it that so many terrible things had happened in the past to such a man? It was agonising to think about for Enchanter.. To know that there was so much he could never erase.

But in the end, he always snapped out of those thoughts with the realisation that all of this made Kuja who he was as a person. It was a war between adoring Kuja as he was and wanting to protect him from his past. Enchanter already knew there was little he could do, but instead of giving up he knew he had to stay by Kuja's side and do all he could to show the man that not everyone was just going to leave.

Perhaps Kuja would never trust him, and that was alright. But it was Enchanter's pleasure to spend his time beside the man as he deciphered all of those complex feelings and thoughts, even if it did not turn in his favour.

The long silver hair spilled over Sketch's shoulders as Enchanter held the boy just a little tighter as if trying to steady himself from those thoughts. Trying to hide his desire to capture Kuja in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright, that he would protect their new family with his life. Strong hands held Sketch carefully, the same hands that had torn flesh from bone and held still beating hearts before he devoured them with such carnal hunger. It was almost like seeing a ferocious wolf tend gently to its cub after violently slaying another animal.

Watching the man before him as their son was distracted and seemed calmer with talk of cake, he could see the honest want in Kuja's eyes and instead of feeling offended at the notion of not being loved in such a manner, he felt truly overjoyed at the concept of Kuja even considering making the effort to try.

"I might not be worthy of such love."

The slender fingers shifting through his hair felt oddly comforting, subconsciously he leaned against the touch, sapphire eyes sparkling with the rage of the deepest blue sea made calm. Sketch had already started to Squirm, wanting attention too as Enchanter felt those lips and sought into Kuja's eyes with the connection, wanting him to see that Enchanter had absolutely nothing to hide from him in that moment.

The scene was quite romantic one could say, the two fathers sharing a gentle kiss while their new son, deceptively old looking for a 'new born', sat well behaved basking in the affections of his parents, completely contented in the serene scene of love.....

SPLAT!

Enchanter pulled back from the kiss as a heaviness smudged over his chest and shirt, gazing down he saw a rather annoyed gaze with a devious little grin. Their loving son had just utterly smothered thick cake over him without remorse, those hands still pressing it into the fabric to make his intentions clear, the kiss obviously irritating the little one and he was keen to make it known. Enchanter's shin was kicked subtly before Kuja could see, a warning or perhaps a promise. Kuja was Sketch's father, not Enchanter's lover.. That would all end now...

All at once that hateful expression turned deeply cute as those wide eyes blinked and he looked up at Enchanter and Kuja both apologetically. It seemed as though there was nothing but innocence in the young male... Such a perfect camouflage.

"Oh no! I dropped the cake!"

There was a slightly teary expression, his hands covered in cream and Enchanter's shirt clearly smeared with cake, no way a simple drop could manage that. Still, the silver haired male merely chuckled and kissed Kuja's forehead lightly before the man could get away, reaching down to hoist little Sketch under one arm, sliding the other hand through the cake at his chest to rub it into Sketch's hair as he stepped behind Kuja, motioning for his host to follow.

"Oh dear indeed, we should clean this up. It seems my hand slipped as well, clumsiness must run in the family."

Sketch was not impressed, he squirmed but not with full strength, concerned about making Kuja angry above all else. Those hopeful sapphire eyes watched his father as he was carried away, tense but calming down with their shared gaze, determined to prove he could be better for Kuja than Enchanter.

Growing up the way he did, there was always a race to become the favourite in such situations. Your position as the favoured was always much better than if you were simply an extra on hand. Sketch had not yet had the chance to become anyones favourite and he refused to lose the chance, a mentality so hard to let go of, ingrained in the mind of an innocent child trying to cling to survival.

"Nooooo!"

Sketch clung to Enchanter's waist firmly, refusing to let go as the man tried to coax him into the bath, with a little cute growl he clung and shook his head, looking up to Kuja for help, wanting to reach for him but concerned he would be unlatched if he did. Kuja seemed quite amused by his dislike of the bath and with a warm chuckle he soothed a hand over Sketch's back and gently coaxed him to remove his hands from Enchanter, even though it was surely an entertaining sight.

For Enchanter, it was the closest thing he had gotten to an honest hug from his son, his first son... A sudden wave of pride overjoyed him as he watched Kuja gently guiding Sketch into the water, Sketch clinging to his arm as if it would swallow him whole. It was something he had gone through too.. Some of the conditions he had lived under as a child were quite... Questionable. He had been forced to hold his breath underwater for extended periods in order to be able to pleasure clients in such environments effectively, without needing to breathe. It wasn't that he had needed the air, but the feeling of being completely submerged had always been so daunting, unlike the shadows which offered such dark comfort, water was clear, refusing to hide the slightest blemish with more than a transparent ripple.. And the things they used to do to him while he was under...

As Sketch splashed some water toward Enchanter, he snapped out of the memory and came back to the vision of their new family. Those days were gone, far gone. The silver haired male had not been used in such manners in such a long time and had learned long ago of their deviousness. He wanted his son to never believe such acts were normal, to have a peaceful life, a free life.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his cake covered dark shirt and coaxed it off his strong shoulders, wiping the cake off with the fabric before allowing it to fall to the ground, shattering into several tendrils of shadow that seemed to fight for the remnants of cake with Sketch's shadows like two puppies play fighting one another with no real damage dealt.

The strong hands soon came to unbuckle the leather belt, tugging it through the loops to coil it carefully and set it down beside the bath, slithering over to a corner filled with shadows like a serpent retreating back to its nest. Lastly, he tugged the zipper down and urged the slacks from his thighs, the silver hair spilling over the muscled shoulders to hide any sinister view for a moment as the shadows that created that garment also escaped, leaving Enchanter bare.

Without shame, the Shadow Master stood before Kuja and Sketch, the well toned body untainted save for an ever present smudge of cream upon his chest from the cake, stepping forward into the bath without delay, the water shuddering with the same blackness it had the last time he and Kuja took a bath together. It was unusual to think that the shadows themselves seemed to quite enjoy being present in the water, as if the resistance offered them some comfort as well.

Little Sketch was too focused on Kuja to notice Enchanter, those sparkling blue eyes were so captured by the beauty of his precious father. Was this really real? Could he really stay with Kuja?

As the man carefully washed the cake out of his hair and started on his arms, his chest, he warmed up to every touch with great trust, wanting his father to inspect every part of him, to be pleased with every part of him. There were so many games he wanted to show Kuja already, to see those approving eyes pleased with everything he had to offer. Still, he couldn't help but notice Kuja's eyes drawing to something else...

Turning his attention to the darkness that had descended into the bath, Sketch's expression turned slightly sour. Not again. What would it take to be the centre of attention around here?

"Daddy Enchanter, come play!"

Sketch smiled and splashed Enchanter in the face, smirking to himself. The man was all wet now, dripping with moisture over each rippling muscle, why would his father want him now? The boy could not help but laugh, it was good to see the man who Kuja had become so focused on dishevelled infront of them. Still, Enchanter looked up from the wet silver strands with a warm smile and playfully splashed Sketch back gently, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

It seemed to only irritate Sketch a little more. What was wrong with the man? It was like he didn't acknowledge Sketch as his rival for attention.

Sketch turned back to Kuja to see if he was watching only to see those eyes full of ache for Enchanter, with an angry huff he turned back only to see nothing but rippling water, blinking as suddenly his legs were elevated and he was clutching wet silver hair, holding on for dear life as Enchanter had dived under him to lift their young son onto his shoulders, sliding close to Kuja holding a wash cloth.

Waiting for confirmation of invitation, he carefully washed each of Kuja's limbs, Sketch huffing and reaching out to steal the cloth and wash Kuja's back before Enchanter tried to win the cloth back in a rather comical manner before chuckling warmly and gathering shadows to create another. Soon both of them were working together to wash Kuja carefully, preciously. Though Enchanter valued it as a family bonding moment, Sketch treated it like a race and slapped Enchanter's hand away when he got too close to any of Kuja's sensitive areas.

"Don't you touch my father there, pervert!"

Enchanter blinked at the first assault and chuckled loudly leaning in close to Kuja to guide lips over a cool ear to offer the barest hint of sensation.

"I suppose we shall have to wait.."

After that, Enchanter stepped out, the shadows in the water already gathering at his hips, coiling and joining to make a black towel as he exited the bath, turning to Kuja to offer a hand.

Sketch took the opportunity and slipped down off Enchanter's shoulders, cradled by the protective man's hands as he slid down, and immediately grasped for Enchanter's towel and dashed off as fast as his little legs would carry him into the shadows, finding the thought of Kuja seeing Enchanter shamefully naked utterly hilarious.

Enchanter merely turned to look where Sketch had run with a chuckle, smiling as shadows gathered to make another towel, reaching out towards Kuja until he stepped out of the bath, guiding the soft, dark material around him, gently trying every part of the man slowly. When it was clear there was not a single droplet of water left, Enchanter slid strong arms around Kuja from behind and gathered him up tightly against his still wet chest for a long moment, brushing a firm kiss against his host's neck before hoisting the man up before he could protest.

All at once they had shifted through the blackness into their bedroom, Sketch still dripping wet, shivering in the middle of the bed, spread out so there was no room for Kuja and Enchanter to lay together, only separately on either side of him. Crafty, Enchanter thought, he was so proud of his smart son.

Kuja conjured his usual powers to dress them all for bed and they took each of their places on either side after a kiss that was over far too fast, interrupted by a loud sneeze from the bed. Though the moisture was now gone due to Kuja's power, it was already too late. Little Sketch was clinging to his precious father shivering cutely, unable to stop sneezing every few moments as Enchanter gently, soothingly caressed over the boy's back until he fell asleep against Kuja, then moving closer to cradle them both tightly, now stroking Kuja's hair waiting for the man to fall asleep.

"He is going to be quite the handful" Enchanter commented.

"I wouldn't expect any less from a son with us as his parents" Kuja responded, closing his eyes to sleep against the gentle caressing.

Kuja:
It seemed always Enchanter’s kiss not only always accepted him, but welcomed and offered an equal amount of passion, whether it be tender or desirous, Kuja could always feel the other’s love so considerately conveyed. Of course, I am the one who’s unworthy of you… Something so clear as crystal to Kuja’s cruel and shredded heart, held together by his own barbed wire and ribbons of other’s kindness, Enchanter’s vision of this contemptible piece tainted by the silver haired saint’s abused, lonely and abandoned years in darkness.

Though before he could follow the kiss through to the end, before he could become a little shy over the situation, Sketch surprisingly took the moment from them. Kuja could scarcely believe it, even after acting so good, the child’s jealousy surpassed his fear of threats. The cake that creamed his lover’s chest made him want to laugh, but he stifled it to a light chuckle, so as not to encourage such behaviour, a finger over his happy lips as Enchanter and he had chuckled together before his forehead was kissed.

Kuja would also be surprised as Enchanter paid the child back, smearing the cake through his hair, such an act from the outside, as a grown up, he knew was still affectionate and playful. Enchanter seemed even more of a natural with children, he also seemed like a loving older brother to little Sketch. This sight twinged within himself a little envy, it was perhaps for a time Balthameul’s way of giving his affection to him, an older male to a younger male, though at the time Kuja found it most contemptible, not realising. Sketch’s intense dependent eyes upon him erased the severity of the remorse of how Kuja destroyed his old best friend’s affection or attention for him, and he smiled brightly, with full encouragement for Sketch to be happy and feel safe in Enchanter’s loving arms.

Though he may have just felt inadequate, neither able to play the younger or older male part for such a wholesome and loving bond, he felt greatly pleased that his simple, gentle encouragement was enough for Sketch to be complacently guided into the water after such an amusing fuss. Kuja’s mind in trying to understand Sketch, worked most dominantly in trying to know how best to control him, his inward worry and insecurity over not yet knowing how best to ‘deal’ with children was washed away with how easily, happily and obediently Sketch allowed him to wash him all over. He took great pleasure in getting to clean and dote upon the other, and after he was spotless would it occur to him how he enjoyed also feeling his little pale and flawless limbs.

“My handsome boy.” Kuja would sing his praise for the obedient, beautiful child. To think this would grow into a big man one day, and so his eyes wandered to the chiselled, sculptured, silver haired male perfection entering these same waters. Kuja’s heart did flutter, it seemed this should be more something out a romance novel than something in his life, the water Sketch threw only glistening and radiating Enchanter’s smile and perfection to him even more.

Kuja was still in awe as his shimmering man seemed to tower above him, though realistically they were roughly the same height, little Sketch upon shoulders making Kuja feel small. As Enchanter sought his permission, it gave Kuja back an edge of his dominance, asserted by an arrogance as he inclined his head a little to the side, slender elegant fingers trailing over the smooth curve of his own neck and across his bony shoulder. His naked body has been admired by other men before, his appearance in general he knew appeased men and women, but it was meaningless when it did not come from the ones who meant something to you. So when the touch and water came, he couldn’t help but chuckle a near giggle. He was so delighted, his thrill for Enchanter’s touch having inclined higher than when the man covered his whole body in kisses, post the realisation Enchanter could not be Balthameul's replacement and was a new entity wanting to love him. His elevation remained the same as Sketch and Enchanter fought for their places, chuckling even more, his lips forming a silent ooh as Sketch slapped and told Enchanter off. It was all too amusing. Kuja wanted to a be a worthy prize for them too, he would decidedly take more pride in himself, his resplendent grace embedded in every movement and extended arm for the other to have the honour of touching. It was a slight smirk instead of just a smile, his lips perhaps just too used to such a position, as his eyes watched Enchanter's, wondering about his preference. While Kuja made himself more womanly for Balthameul, Enchanter may not actually care for it, since the only previous lover of his that Kuja was aware was a man. Though a weak one, was still a man. Perhaps Enchanter would like it if he were bigger and more muscular than him...

Thoughts were interrupted and brought back to the sensual plain as Enchanter’s suggestive whisper reminded Kuja of his more recent time’s natural ability to rise, he could feel his snake growing and was so glad Enchanter turned away, hopefully not noticing for Kuja to kill it completely. The towel suddenly being snatched away, exposing Enchanter’s behind to Kuja completely, truly made him blush now that a hand pressed to his own cheek, also on command seeping away that colour before he finally was able to take the others hand as he stepped out of the waters. Enchanter moved too quickly this time for him to protest as he was dried off with that soothing touch, allowing him to continue before his heart was pounding with strong arms around him, and that sensual kiss. He was swept up with a panicking feeling, that loss of control, only really being held like this when he's weak, dying, dead, or that one time on command with Balthameul. He relaxed a little into the hold... that childish or romantic notion of asking someone to carry you to bed, didn't seem as silly, foolish or petty anymore now that Enchanter held him without even being ordered. Enchanter truly was something... Though he was still a little tense by the time Enchanter let him down, and his attention flew to Sketch now who shivered on the bed.

It was Kuja's turn to dry and coddle Sketch, an instinct of a desire now pouring out as his arms wrapped around his little form on the bed, cuddling him warm and tightly as not a drop of water would be left to chill their little child. In all the warmth, from Enchanter and Sketch, he was happily seduced into the fantasy, treasuring how Sketch clung to him, admiring how Enchanter comforted Sketch until the shivering and sneezes turned into gentle soft breathing.

After his comment, Kuja closed his eyes peacefully with Enchanter's soothing touch and Sketch's lulling little heartbeat. He replayed all the wonderful events of the day in his mind to himself, whilst still holding on and treasuring this moment. He wondered over the heavy contrast between child Enchanter and adult Enchanter, when did Enchanter lose his sense of jealousy and become such an understanding man... understanding or so broken? He drifted off to a true and warm sleep wondering over Enchanter's life...