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Chapter 7
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: 7/?
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.
The food was amazing. Cloud had almost forgotten what it was like to eat something that didn’t have the word “Ramen” on the front. His first bite of the small steak Sephiroth had ordered for him made him moan. He didn’t even try to stifle it. He fucking moaned, loud and appreciatively. He licked the fork of any steak residue before going in for another bite. It was a perfect medium rare filet, wrapped in thick, flavorful bacon. There were mushrooms on top of it that had been marinated in something dark and rich that made them so savory he could only eat a small bite at a time or be overwhelmed. He was pleased that the flavor of the steak wasn’t overshadowed by the mushrooms or the bacon, only complimented. The baked potato that came with it was good, but had too much crap on it. He scraped off the sour cream, butter, and bacon and ate it plain. Their appetizers had been shrimp wrapped in pancetta and grilled on skewers. The salad had been cool and crisp with a homemade blue-cheese dressing and warm, buttery croutons. Heaven.
Cloud couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten so much. Had he ever? When he lived with his mother, food was scarce. When he lived at the dance academy, food had been the enemy. Now, food was not an option. No wonder he was so fucking short. He was deprived.
Sephiroth outright laughed at Cloud when he moaned. He put an arm around Cloud’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do that too many times and we may need to leave early.”
Cloud choked on his steak, coughing harshly and covering his mouth with his napkin. Then he laughed too, still coughing occasionally, leaning in to feel Sephiroth against him. “I bet it was sexy to watch me choke on my food.”
“Everything you do is sexy,” Sephiroth complimented, brushing his lips over Cloud’s ear. The General was getting more and more free with his affections as the evening went on. Cloud had expected to be weirded out, but he actually enjoyed being the center of the silver haired man’s attention. Even the touching and sexual innuendo were welcome. He did, however, feel kind of…
Sephiroth licked along the side of his jaw.
…slutty.
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Cloud was exceedingly grateful when Sephiroth paid the tab without even blinking. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had done something like…handed the check to him. Probably cried.
As it was, the General had put a huge fucking amount of gil in the little leather holder. Then it hit him with force: They had just spent an entire months worth of money on one meal. Sweet Gaia.
They scooted back out of the booth and walked toward the entrance. Cloud could feel the pounding of the base again from the club area. He paused at the top of the stairs that lead down into the club.
“Do you want to go?” Sephiroth hugged him from behind, arms crossed and hand resting on his hipbones. His pointed chin rested on the top of blond spikes. Cloud thought the position was awfully familiar for two people who had only just met a couple days ago, but couldn’t bring himself to protest.
Cloud sighed as he surveyed the huge line to get in, which was even longer than when they had first arrived. Now, it went out the front door and probably extended around the building. “Naw. We’ll have to wait forever.”
“Not if you want to go in.”
Cloud tilted his head back to look at the bottom of Sephiroth’s chin. “That would be awesome.”
“Come on then.” Sephiroth released his hold on the blond and led him down the stairs, past the line of people that were crowded against the wall. Some of them glared. Others looked at them smugly, knowing they would be told to get in the back of the line just like they had.
Sephiroth shook hands with the bouncer, and they were in the door. The portal opened and the dancer was assaulted with the blaring music. The base pounded through his body, a physical sensation he rarely experienced despite all the dancing he did. This part of the building was also decorated and blue and black just like the restaurant.
“Did your friend only know two colors or something?” Cloud shouted over the music.
Sephiroth smiled in the darkness and yelled back, “He figured that since he spent most of his military career black and blue the rest of his life should reflect that. Pretty cheesy, but it worked out pretty good.”
“Ya,” Cloud agreed. He liked the way the blue lights turned Sephiroth’s hair a cool shade of metallic cerulean. He kind of looked like a long haired, tall Zexion.
“Do you want to dance or go to the bar?” Sephiroth waved in the direction of a bar with all the bottles backlit with a blue glow.
“Dance?”
“Sure.”
The music was so loud Cloud couldn’t figure out what song was playing. It all blurred into one throbbing beat that the dancer felt through his whole body. They found a spot on the dance floor that, while still packed, at least allowed them room to move. Sephiroth pulled Cloud into the curve of his body, back to front. Cloud let the rhythm guide him and moved.
Everything disappeared except the feeling of Sephiroth against his back. He was surprised at how well the other man followed him as he moved. It was probably all the sword training. Cloud shifted and Sephiroth was there, moving with him to the beat. It felt like his hands were everywhere, covering Cloud from face to hips. The taller man’s hips were pressed into his ass, moving in sync. The dancer let himself go, falling into the heavy thud of the bass and the heat of so many bodies around them.
It must have been a long time later that Cloud came out of his near-trance. He was tired, sweating heavily and trying to ignore how fucking hot and bothered the other man had him.
He turned around and pressed himself into the taller man, reaching up to yell into his ear over the deafening music. “Are you ready to go?”
“Sure,” was the shouted response.
It was almost painful to separate their bodies. Cloud felt cold and little lost without the hard heat of Sephiroth pressed against his back. He smiled as the General held tight to his hand and stayed as close as possible as they threaded through the crowd. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with separation anxiety.
The door to the stairway opened and Cloud took a deep breath of cool air. It had been so stifling in the club with all the bodies in the small space. His legs felt watery as he ascended the stairs. After a performance and then several hours of dancing his body was telling him to fuck off, it was going to bed.
They exited and started around the side of the building to the parking lot where the motorcycle was. Cloud could see the lightening of the sky in the distance that signaled the rising of the son. Had they really been dancing that fucking long? Christ.
“So…” Sephiroth started as they reached the bike. He pulled the helmet Cloud had been using out of a storage compartment and fiddled with it, stalling. “Do you want me do take you home…or…”
“Or?”
“Well,” Sephiroth looked at Cloud. “We could…both…go back to my place.”
Cloud sucked in a huge breath and let it out in a long, loud huff. “Ya, we could do that.”
“Could or should?”
“I, well, um…” Cloud couldn’t take it. He felt like such a fucking selfish bitch. This guy was being so great. Sure, he was a little handsy, but he’d been the perfect gentleman all night. He was polite, he held his hand, he bought him dinner, and now he was giving him a choice as to whether or not Cloud wanted to sleep with him. “I’m so sorry,” he belted out all at once.
Sephiroth looked very puzzled. “For…?”
“I’m just fucking using you!” Cloud confessed, flopping onto the seat of the motorcycle and hiding his face in his hands. “I just wanted to use your money and your connections to make my problems disappear. And now that I’ve met you, and know how fucking nice you are, and how sweet you are, and how perfect you are, and-” he was stopped by a set of lips that had aimed between his protecting hands to gently kiss him.
His arms flew to the side in startlement, grasping for anything to keep him from falling backward off the bike. He jerked his head back and stared in wide-eyed wonder at the silver haired man in front of him. Instead of anger or disappointment he saw calm, passive…happiness?
“So, in other words,” Sephiroth said, still very close to Cloud, “you realized that you liked me and couldn’t do something to hurt me.”
“…ya.”
Sephiroth smiled and leaned in to brush against Cloud’s lips again. “I like you to,” he said as he moved back a couple millimeters to speak.
They stared at each other for a few moments.
Cloud broke the silence. “Let’s go back to your place.”
TBC….
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: 7/?
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.
The food was amazing. Cloud had almost forgotten what it was like to eat something that didn’t have the word “Ramen” on the front. His first bite of the small steak Sephiroth had ordered for him made him moan. He didn’t even try to stifle it. He fucking moaned, loud and appreciatively. He licked the fork of any steak residue before going in for another bite. It was a perfect medium rare filet, wrapped in thick, flavorful bacon. There were mushrooms on top of it that had been marinated in something dark and rich that made them so savory he could only eat a small bite at a time or be overwhelmed. He was pleased that the flavor of the steak wasn’t overshadowed by the mushrooms or the bacon, only complimented. The baked potato that came with it was good, but had too much crap on it. He scraped off the sour cream, butter, and bacon and ate it plain. Their appetizers had been shrimp wrapped in pancetta and grilled on skewers. The salad had been cool and crisp with a homemade blue-cheese dressing and warm, buttery croutons. Heaven.
Cloud couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten so much. Had he ever? When he lived with his mother, food was scarce. When he lived at the dance academy, food had been the enemy. Now, food was not an option. No wonder he was so fucking short. He was deprived.
Sephiroth outright laughed at Cloud when he moaned. He put an arm around Cloud’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do that too many times and we may need to leave early.”
Cloud choked on his steak, coughing harshly and covering his mouth with his napkin. Then he laughed too, still coughing occasionally, leaning in to feel Sephiroth against him. “I bet it was sexy to watch me choke on my food.”
“Everything you do is sexy,” Sephiroth complimented, brushing his lips over Cloud’s ear. The General was getting more and more free with his affections as the evening went on. Cloud had expected to be weirded out, but he actually enjoyed being the center of the silver haired man’s attention. Even the touching and sexual innuendo were welcome. He did, however, feel kind of…
Sephiroth licked along the side of his jaw.
…slutty.
**********************************
Cloud was exceedingly grateful when Sephiroth paid the tab without even blinking. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had done something like…handed the check to him. Probably cried.
As it was, the General had put a huge fucking amount of gil in the little leather holder. Then it hit him with force: They had just spent an entire months worth of money on one meal. Sweet Gaia.
They scooted back out of the booth and walked toward the entrance. Cloud could feel the pounding of the base again from the club area. He paused at the top of the stairs that lead down into the club.
“Do you want to go?” Sephiroth hugged him from behind, arms crossed and hand resting on his hipbones. His pointed chin rested on the top of blond spikes. Cloud thought the position was awfully familiar for two people who had only just met a couple days ago, but couldn’t bring himself to protest.
Cloud sighed as he surveyed the huge line to get in, which was even longer than when they had first arrived. Now, it went out the front door and probably extended around the building. “Naw. We’ll have to wait forever.”
“Not if you want to go in.”
Cloud tilted his head back to look at the bottom of Sephiroth’s chin. “That would be awesome.”
“Come on then.” Sephiroth released his hold on the blond and led him down the stairs, past the line of people that were crowded against the wall. Some of them glared. Others looked at them smugly, knowing they would be told to get in the back of the line just like they had.
Sephiroth shook hands with the bouncer, and they were in the door. The portal opened and the dancer was assaulted with the blaring music. The base pounded through his body, a physical sensation he rarely experienced despite all the dancing he did. This part of the building was also decorated and blue and black just like the restaurant.
“Did your friend only know two colors or something?” Cloud shouted over the music.
Sephiroth smiled in the darkness and yelled back, “He figured that since he spent most of his military career black and blue the rest of his life should reflect that. Pretty cheesy, but it worked out pretty good.”
“Ya,” Cloud agreed. He liked the way the blue lights turned Sephiroth’s hair a cool shade of metallic cerulean. He kind of looked like a long haired, tall Zexion.
“Do you want to dance or go to the bar?” Sephiroth waved in the direction of a bar with all the bottles backlit with a blue glow.
“Dance?”
“Sure.”
The music was so loud Cloud couldn’t figure out what song was playing. It all blurred into one throbbing beat that the dancer felt through his whole body. They found a spot on the dance floor that, while still packed, at least allowed them room to move. Sephiroth pulled Cloud into the curve of his body, back to front. Cloud let the rhythm guide him and moved.
Everything disappeared except the feeling of Sephiroth against his back. He was surprised at how well the other man followed him as he moved. It was probably all the sword training. Cloud shifted and Sephiroth was there, moving with him to the beat. It felt like his hands were everywhere, covering Cloud from face to hips. The taller man’s hips were pressed into his ass, moving in sync. The dancer let himself go, falling into the heavy thud of the bass and the heat of so many bodies around them.
It must have been a long time later that Cloud came out of his near-trance. He was tired, sweating heavily and trying to ignore how fucking hot and bothered the other man had him.
He turned around and pressed himself into the taller man, reaching up to yell into his ear over the deafening music. “Are you ready to go?”
“Sure,” was the shouted response.
It was almost painful to separate their bodies. Cloud felt cold and little lost without the hard heat of Sephiroth pressed against his back. He smiled as the General held tight to his hand and stayed as close as possible as they threaded through the crowd. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with separation anxiety.
The door to the stairway opened and Cloud took a deep breath of cool air. It had been so stifling in the club with all the bodies in the small space. His legs felt watery as he ascended the stairs. After a performance and then several hours of dancing his body was telling him to fuck off, it was going to bed.
They exited and started around the side of the building to the parking lot where the motorcycle was. Cloud could see the lightening of the sky in the distance that signaled the rising of the son. Had they really been dancing that fucking long? Christ.
“So…” Sephiroth started as they reached the bike. He pulled the helmet Cloud had been using out of a storage compartment and fiddled with it, stalling. “Do you want me do take you home…or…”
“Or?”
“Well,” Sephiroth looked at Cloud. “We could…both…go back to my place.”
Cloud sucked in a huge breath and let it out in a long, loud huff. “Ya, we could do that.”
“Could or should?”
“I, well, um…” Cloud couldn’t take it. He felt like such a fucking selfish bitch. This guy was being so great. Sure, he was a little handsy, but he’d been the perfect gentleman all night. He was polite, he held his hand, he bought him dinner, and now he was giving him a choice as to whether or not Cloud wanted to sleep with him. “I’m so sorry,” he belted out all at once.
Sephiroth looked very puzzled. “For…?”
“I’m just fucking using you!” Cloud confessed, flopping onto the seat of the motorcycle and hiding his face in his hands. “I just wanted to use your money and your connections to make my problems disappear. And now that I’ve met you, and know how fucking nice you are, and how sweet you are, and how perfect you are, and-” he was stopped by a set of lips that had aimed between his protecting hands to gently kiss him.
His arms flew to the side in startlement, grasping for anything to keep him from falling backward off the bike. He jerked his head back and stared in wide-eyed wonder at the silver haired man in front of him. Instead of anger or disappointment he saw calm, passive…happiness?
“So, in other words,” Sephiroth said, still very close to Cloud, “you realized that you liked me and couldn’t do something to hurt me.”
“…ya.”
Sephiroth smiled and leaned in to brush against Cloud’s lips again. “I like you to,” he said as he moved back a couple millimeters to speak.
They stared at each other for a few moments.
Cloud broke the silence. “Let’s go back to your place.”
TBC….