Tiny Dancer
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Part 11
Title: Tiny Dancer
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 11/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: Very AU, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Opening night for Midgar Dance Company’s newest show may be the beginning of something more than just a hot new act.
A/N: So, I totally cannibalized Coyote Ugly. Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I just really, really love that movie and couldn’t live without putting it in a fic. See link at end of story to watch the portion that I based this scene off of. Also, I have to say that Tifa is hot. I totally have a girl crush on her.
The motorcycle rumbled to a halt in front of “The Dirty Rose Motel.” Cloud hopped off and unfastened the helmet, handing it over to Sephiroth.
“Are you sure you want to stay here? You could always…” Sephiroth fidgeted with the helmet.
Cloud smiled. “Stay with you?”
“Yes.”
“I think that…if I did-stay with you that is-I might do something I’m not quite ready for. I mean, I think I’m ready. But...maybe…I need…a little more time?” Jesus Fucking Christ did he have to sound so idiotic? “I mean, I want to have sex. I do. It’s just…” Where was the wall to bang his head into?
Sephiroth placed his fingers over Cloud’s lips and smiled softly. “I understand.” The smile turned into a smirk. “I do expect you to get a better apartment.”
Cloud leaned into the hand. “I will.”
Sephiroth leaned in to kiss Cloud gently. “Call me.”
Cloud pecked the General’s cheek. “I will after the matinee tomorrow.”
One more kiss and the warrior pulled the motorcycle away from the curb in a roar of the engine. Cloud touched his fingers to his lips as they smiled so wide he felt the corners of his lips cracking. His eyes widened.
“Tiiiiiffaaaaa!” He ran up the stairs at a breakneck pace. “TifatifatifatifatifaTIFA!!!” He banged on the door of the unit right next to his repeatedly. “Tifa, OH MY GOOOOOD TIFA!!!!”
The door rattled from the inside and swung open, revealing a rumpled and I-just-woke-up Tifa. “What. The. Fuck.”
Cloud ran inside and started jumping up and down, muffling his hysterical screaming with his hands clamped tight over his own mouth. Tifa calmly closed the door, locking it. She blinked blearily and walked over the bat-shit insane idiot masquerading as Cloud. She slapped him.
He stopped jumping and stared at her, suddenly calm. The blond grabbed Tifa’s hands and shook them to emphasize his sincerity when he said, “You have no idea how awesome life is.”
“Life fucking sucks. What the fuck are you on?”
“It’s gone, Tifa.”
“What?”
“The debt. It’s all gone. Every. Single. Penny.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “How?”
“Sephiroth. He made it all go away. And and and and he gave me FIFTY THOUSAND GIIIIIIIIL.”
Tifa sat down on the floor. It could be said she collapsed, but “sat” sounded so much better than “collapsed.”
“The bastard might actually be a decent human being.”
Cloud sat down and put his hands on Tifa’s knees. “He is. He’s…so much more than that.” Cloud smiled shaking the woman’s legs. “I’m going to pay off your loans.”
Tifa smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “I can’t ask you to do that Cloud.”
“You’re not asking me anything. I’m telling you that I’m paying off your loans. It’s my fault you have them. You followed me to that school as soon as you were old enough. You put yourself into debt for it just to find out you’d never make it as a dancer.”
“I found a way around it.”
Cloud smiled. “Ya. But…this is for you. You’re my best friend.”
“Best friends,” repeated Tifa, grasping Cloud’s hands with her own.
“Let me do this, please,” Cloud’s face was sincere, and a little needy.
Tifa tilted her head, a thoughtful look on her face. “Does this mean we’re going to quit the company?”
“I…actually don’t want to,” said Cloud. “I love dancing. And…now I can dance because I want to and not because I have to.”
“I don’t want to leave either.”
Their smiles were so large they looked demented.
Cloud suddenly gasped and gripped Tifa’s hands harder. “We should get an apartment together and be roooooomies!”
“Do we have money for that?”
“Sephiroth told me to get a new place. I’m assuming he means that I’ll have plenty for me to get a new one.”
“Did you…and he…”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Ya.”
“You had all that hot man meat at your disposal and you didn’t bang him?”
“Tiiiiifa. It’s not like that. Besides, I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I didn’t like him when I thought he was after your ass. But…”
Cloud smiled dreamily. “He’s not like that.”
“Right.”
Cloud sighed in loving worship.
“Soooo why didn’t you shag him nine ways to Sunday?”
“I just…didn’t want this to be like the other…times…”
Tifa rubbed Cloud’s arm in understanding.
“So…do you think you could get me hooked up with his friend?”
“Zack?”
It was Tifa’s turn to sigh dreamily. “He’s so fucking cute.”
“Skag.”
“Am not! He flirted with me first!”
Cloud shook his head and sighed dramatically. “I guess.”
Tifa squealed and hugged Cloud enthusiastically. Cloud screamed and squirmed away. “Tifa! Fuck. I’m gay for a reason! Keep those things out of my fucking faaaace.”
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“Sephiroth speaking.”
“Hey.”
Sephiroth smiled and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the top his desk. “Are you done with the matinee already?”
“I just walked off stage.”
“Are still in that…costume?” Black pants. Tight black pants. Leather jacket.
“Yes.”
Ohhhhh. “You should wear that the next time we go out.”
“I’d look retarded.”
“You’d look hot.” Sephiroth adjusted his pants.
“I look like the 80’s threw up on me.”
“Who didn’t like the 80’s?”
“Seriously, slap a head band and legwarmers on me and call me done.”
Sephiroth smiled and clicked his pen a few times. “I think legwarmers can be kind of sexy.”
“I’d hate for you to see me at practices.”
“Why?”
“I wear legwarmers.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m a dancer. I wear things like that.”
Silence.
“Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me?”
“…maybe?”
Cloud squealed into the phone. “Stooop!”
“You’ve never thought about me that way?”
“Maybe a few times.”
Sephiroth cleared his throat expectantly.
“Ok, maybe more than that, but I wasn’t, like, fawning over you for last forever like you have me.”
Sephiroth was silent.
“You’re like, my fanboy.”
“…are you sufficiently done with your thorough embarrassment of me?”
“Are you done asking me stupid questions?”
“Truce.”
“Truce.”
Sephiroth clicked his pen several times. “When can I see you again?”
“I have another matinee tomorrow. We can go out after that-wait. Never mind I have to work.”
“You have two shows tomorrow?”
“No, I have a second job. I work a couple of nights a week for some extra cash.”
“You don’t have to do that now.”
“I know, but…it’s a fun job.”
Sephiroth ran his hand through his hair and scowled as the clippie part of the pen got stuck in the long length. “Can I come see you there?”
“Um…yeeeeaaa…”
“You don’t sound so sure.” Fucking pen. He tugged.
“We’re not supposed to bring significant others to work.”
Several strings of silver were ripped from their roots on his head and Sephiroth winced. “I can be quiet.”
“…fine.”
“So, what’s this second job?”
“Well, you see, I’m a bartender…”
*************************
“Seriously? Cloud works here?” Zack stared in awe at the red flashing sign that hung above the door. Fenrir Ugly was legendary. A seedy, trashy bar under the plate filled with sexy bodies and good booze. Good times. Good times.
“That’s what he said.” Sephiroth adjusted his gloves nervously.
Genesis and Angeal flanked Sephiroth, looking cool and disinterested.
“I might catch something if we go in there,” Genesis sneered.
“You’re the one who insisted we all go,” Angeal reminded him. “If I recall correctly, you exact words were, ‘We should all go with Sephiroth so he doesn’t get Cloud in trouble. We can just act like we are on a boy’s night out.’”
“I am an idiot.”
Zack couldn’t decide which he liked better. Cold, calculating Genesis or fag-tastic Genesis. Genesis number one made him feel the size of an ant next to a big, awesome…animal that wasn’t an ant. Genesis number two made him uncomfortable in entirely different ways. Like he needed to bleach his brain after exposure or something.
At least Angeal was just Angeal no matter where he was. He just burped and scratched himself less in public.
God, he was so hot.
“Isn’t he only like, sixteen? How can he work here?” Zack asked, fixing his hair in the reflection of a car parked out front.
“He didn’t elaborate,” muttered Sephiroth.
Genesis snorted. “Apparently the employer doesn’t check id’s.”
The place was packed, but all it took was a handshake full of gil for the bouncer to let them in. The snarling sound of Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me was just starting, and there, on the bar, were Cloud and Tifa.
“Oh…my…” Zack was transfixed. The world couldn’t get any better. Really, it couldn’t.
TBC…
Go HERE and watch the first part to see what Zack saw upon entering the club. If you pretend that the brunette is Tifa and the blond is actually a guy named Cloud that isn’t wearing pink, but instead a pair of holey jeans and a two-sizes-too-small tee.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 11/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: Very AU, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Opening night for Midgar Dance Company’s newest show may be the beginning of something more than just a hot new act.
A/N: So, I totally cannibalized Coyote Ugly. Disclaimer: I don’t own it. I just really, really love that movie and couldn’t live without putting it in a fic. See link at end of story to watch the portion that I based this scene off of. Also, I have to say that Tifa is hot. I totally have a girl crush on her.
The motorcycle rumbled to a halt in front of “The Dirty Rose Motel.” Cloud hopped off and unfastened the helmet, handing it over to Sephiroth.
“Are you sure you want to stay here? You could always…” Sephiroth fidgeted with the helmet.
Cloud smiled. “Stay with you?”
“Yes.”
“I think that…if I did-stay with you that is-I might do something I’m not quite ready for. I mean, I think I’m ready. But...maybe…I need…a little more time?” Jesus Fucking Christ did he have to sound so idiotic? “I mean, I want to have sex. I do. It’s just…” Where was the wall to bang his head into?
Sephiroth placed his fingers over Cloud’s lips and smiled softly. “I understand.” The smile turned into a smirk. “I do expect you to get a better apartment.”
Cloud leaned into the hand. “I will.”
Sephiroth leaned in to kiss Cloud gently. “Call me.”
Cloud pecked the General’s cheek. “I will after the matinee tomorrow.”
One more kiss and the warrior pulled the motorcycle away from the curb in a roar of the engine. Cloud touched his fingers to his lips as they smiled so wide he felt the corners of his lips cracking. His eyes widened.
“Tiiiiiffaaaaa!” He ran up the stairs at a breakneck pace. “TifatifatifatifatifaTIFA!!!” He banged on the door of the unit right next to his repeatedly. “Tifa, OH MY GOOOOOD TIFA!!!!”
The door rattled from the inside and swung open, revealing a rumpled and I-just-woke-up Tifa. “What. The. Fuck.”
Cloud ran inside and started jumping up and down, muffling his hysterical screaming with his hands clamped tight over his own mouth. Tifa calmly closed the door, locking it. She blinked blearily and walked over the bat-shit insane idiot masquerading as Cloud. She slapped him.
He stopped jumping and stared at her, suddenly calm. The blond grabbed Tifa’s hands and shook them to emphasize his sincerity when he said, “You have no idea how awesome life is.”
“Life fucking sucks. What the fuck are you on?”
“It’s gone, Tifa.”
“What?”
“The debt. It’s all gone. Every. Single. Penny.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “How?”
“Sephiroth. He made it all go away. And and and and he gave me FIFTY THOUSAND GIIIIIIIIL.”
Tifa sat down on the floor. It could be said she collapsed, but “sat” sounded so much better than “collapsed.”
“The bastard might actually be a decent human being.”
Cloud sat down and put his hands on Tifa’s knees. “He is. He’s…so much more than that.” Cloud smiled shaking the woman’s legs. “I’m going to pay off your loans.”
Tifa smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “I can’t ask you to do that Cloud.”
“You’re not asking me anything. I’m telling you that I’m paying off your loans. It’s my fault you have them. You followed me to that school as soon as you were old enough. You put yourself into debt for it just to find out you’d never make it as a dancer.”
“I found a way around it.”
Cloud smiled. “Ya. But…this is for you. You’re my best friend.”
“Best friends,” repeated Tifa, grasping Cloud’s hands with her own.
“Let me do this, please,” Cloud’s face was sincere, and a little needy.
Tifa tilted her head, a thoughtful look on her face. “Does this mean we’re going to quit the company?”
“I…actually don’t want to,” said Cloud. “I love dancing. And…now I can dance because I want to and not because I have to.”
“I don’t want to leave either.”
Their smiles were so large they looked demented.
Cloud suddenly gasped and gripped Tifa’s hands harder. “We should get an apartment together and be roooooomies!”
“Do we have money for that?”
“Sephiroth told me to get a new place. I’m assuming he means that I’ll have plenty for me to get a new one.”
“Did you…and he…”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Ya.”
“You had all that hot man meat at your disposal and you didn’t bang him?”
“Tiiiiifa. It’s not like that. Besides, I thought you didn’t like him.”
“I didn’t like him when I thought he was after your ass. But…”
Cloud smiled dreamily. “He’s not like that.”
“Right.”
Cloud sighed in loving worship.
“Soooo why didn’t you shag him nine ways to Sunday?”
“I just…didn’t want this to be like the other…times…”
Tifa rubbed Cloud’s arm in understanding.
“So…do you think you could get me hooked up with his friend?”
“Zack?”
It was Tifa’s turn to sigh dreamily. “He’s so fucking cute.”
“Skag.”
“Am not! He flirted with me first!”
Cloud shook his head and sighed dramatically. “I guess.”
Tifa squealed and hugged Cloud enthusiastically. Cloud screamed and squirmed away. “Tifa! Fuck. I’m gay for a reason! Keep those things out of my fucking faaaace.”
************************
“Sephiroth speaking.”
“Hey.”
Sephiroth smiled and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the top his desk. “Are you done with the matinee already?”
“I just walked off stage.”
“Are still in that…costume?” Black pants. Tight black pants. Leather jacket.
“Yes.”
Ohhhhh. “You should wear that the next time we go out.”
“I’d look retarded.”
“You’d look hot.” Sephiroth adjusted his pants.
“I look like the 80’s threw up on me.”
“Who didn’t like the 80’s?”
“Seriously, slap a head band and legwarmers on me and call me done.”
Sephiroth smiled and clicked his pen a few times. “I think legwarmers can be kind of sexy.”
“I’d hate for you to see me at practices.”
“Why?”
“I wear legwarmers.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m a dancer. I wear things like that.”
Silence.
“Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me?”
“…maybe?”
Cloud squealed into the phone. “Stooop!”
“You’ve never thought about me that way?”
“Maybe a few times.”
Sephiroth cleared his throat expectantly.
“Ok, maybe more than that, but I wasn’t, like, fawning over you for last forever like you have me.”
Sephiroth was silent.
“You’re like, my fanboy.”
“…are you sufficiently done with your thorough embarrassment of me?”
“Are you done asking me stupid questions?”
“Truce.”
“Truce.”
Sephiroth clicked his pen several times. “When can I see you again?”
“I have another matinee tomorrow. We can go out after that-wait. Never mind I have to work.”
“You have two shows tomorrow?”
“No, I have a second job. I work a couple of nights a week for some extra cash.”
“You don’t have to do that now.”
“I know, but…it’s a fun job.”
Sephiroth ran his hand through his hair and scowled as the clippie part of the pen got stuck in the long length. “Can I come see you there?”
“Um…yeeeeaaa…”
“You don’t sound so sure.” Fucking pen. He tugged.
“We’re not supposed to bring significant others to work.”
Several strings of silver were ripped from their roots on his head and Sephiroth winced. “I can be quiet.”
“…fine.”
“So, what’s this second job?”
“Well, you see, I’m a bartender…”
*************************
“Seriously? Cloud works here?” Zack stared in awe at the red flashing sign that hung above the door. Fenrir Ugly was legendary. A seedy, trashy bar under the plate filled with sexy bodies and good booze. Good times. Good times.
“That’s what he said.” Sephiroth adjusted his gloves nervously.
Genesis and Angeal flanked Sephiroth, looking cool and disinterested.
“I might catch something if we go in there,” Genesis sneered.
“You’re the one who insisted we all go,” Angeal reminded him. “If I recall correctly, you exact words were, ‘We should all go with Sephiroth so he doesn’t get Cloud in trouble. We can just act like we are on a boy’s night out.’”
“I am an idiot.”
Zack couldn’t decide which he liked better. Cold, calculating Genesis or fag-tastic Genesis. Genesis number one made him feel the size of an ant next to a big, awesome…animal that wasn’t an ant. Genesis number two made him uncomfortable in entirely different ways. Like he needed to bleach his brain after exposure or something.
At least Angeal was just Angeal no matter where he was. He just burped and scratched himself less in public.
God, he was so hot.
“Isn’t he only like, sixteen? How can he work here?” Zack asked, fixing his hair in the reflection of a car parked out front.
“He didn’t elaborate,” muttered Sephiroth.
Genesis snorted. “Apparently the employer doesn’t check id’s.”
The place was packed, but all it took was a handshake full of gil for the bouncer to let them in. The snarling sound of Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me was just starting, and there, on the bar, were Cloud and Tifa.
“Oh…my…” Zack was transfixed. The world couldn’t get any better. Really, it couldn’t.
TBC…
Go HERE and watch the first part to see what Zack saw upon entering the club. If you pretend that the brunette is Tifa and the blond is actually a guy named Cloud that isn’t wearing pink, but instead a pair of holey jeans and a two-sizes-too-small tee.