raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-10 20:39:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Current music: | Jedi Drinking Song - The Brobdignagian Bards |
Entry tags: | a: raisedbymoogles, f: final fantasy vii, p: cloud/sephiroth/zack, september 10 |
FF7, Seph/Zack/Cloud
Title: Nakedness, Itself, Is a Mask
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: General R. Bad language and implied sex.
Warnings: Silliness and a healthy dollop of "and then canon got fucked".
Word count: 1568
Prompt: Cat outfit - ears, tail and collar with little bell - He has cat eyes, he moves like a cat - do you think he purrs too?
Cloud stared balefully at the curtained partition his General had disappeared behind. "He's going to kill you."
Zack laughed, lounging back against the wall. Dressed as he was, the pose lost some of the easy grace Cloud was used to seeing. "Nah, he won't."
"He's going to kill you," Cloud repeated slowly, "and I hope he uses his sword, because if he uses magic I won't be able to get out of the blast area anywhere near fast enough."
"First of all," Zack said, pointing a finger at him, "he's not going to kill me. Second, even if he does, it'll be worth it. And third - " his grin threatened to break the confines of his face then - "if you really thought he was going to kill me, you'd throw yourself in front of me and take the blow like a big damn hero."
Cloud snorted. "Against anyone else, I'd take the blow for you. General Sephiroth gets a free pass."
"Because you're afraid of him or because you have a crush on him?"
To Cloud's credit, he did not flail; his only reaction was a level glare. "Because the amount of trouble you give him, he deserves to kill you."
Zack laughed again and ruffled Cloud's hair before the blond could duck away. "That's a death I could be proud of. I don't think our illustrious general has ever committed a crime of passion."
And there went Cloud's flail, much to Zack's glee. "Zaaaack...!"
"Depending on how you define the term, I have committed a crime of passion or two when I was younger."
The voice floated over the heavy curtain, dry and sharp and not at all meaning to be commanderly. Cloud froze mid-flail, his hands wrapped around Zack's arm. "In any case," the voice continued, "I won't be killing him today. He's still the best Soldier I have, despite certain unfortunate deficiencies." Zack scoffed good-naturedly at that as the curtain twitched aside to reveal the partition's occupant: a tall, silver-haired, impossibly beautiful man wearing black leather pants, gloves, furry white cat ears, a tail in the same material, and a red collar with a tiny silver bell resting on his bare chest.
"Besides," Sephiroth continued with the barest hint of a smile, suffering Cloud's slackjawed stare and Zack's appreciative grin with equal aplomb, "as I understand this holiday, the entire point is to dress in a manner you would never consider normally." He waved a hand at himself. "This fits the requirements admirably, as well as having the added benefit of..." He interrupted himself with a frown. "Zack, what was that phrase you used?"
Zack beamed and slung an arm over Cloud's shoulders. "Making Hojo shit a brick?"
"Ah. Yes. That."
***
Shinra office parties tended to blur the lines between departments, but even then Sephiroth's unique and exalted position tended to set him apart from the rank and file, which he'd noticed had the effect of dampening the festivities. No one would argue Sephiroth's right to attend, but unless ordered to be there, Sephiroth found it most beneficial to all involved if he made a brief appearance and then left to let people get back to having fun. Something told him that he would have no such luxury this time. Zack, covered in fake yellow feathers and sporting Cloud's troop-issue battle mask slathered in (he'd assured Cloud repeatedly) peel-offable latex orange paint, and Cloud, resplendent in white fur and a red pompon bobbing cheerily about his field of vision, flanked him into the rec room with military precision. Whether they were there for support or to forestall his escape Sephiroth couldn't begin to guess, though he wondered what it said about him that he depended on popular folklore's Choco and Mog, guardians of fools and children, for companionship and protection in the middle of a social event. Granted, being half naked and dressed as a cat might make one grateful for any sort of protection.
Not that it was much of an office party to begin with. Harvest Festival events tended to be poorly attended to begin with in Midgar, relegated to a children's holiday in the absence of anything agricultural to celebrate. As well, party budgets tended to be heavily weighted in favor of Yule, leaving other seasonal events sadly represented in comparison. Nevertheless, what attendees were there seemed bound and determined to take advantage of the opportunity Shinra deigned to provide to Make Merry on company time, regardless of the rather sad decorating choices or the presence of the Hero of Wutai.
"Could use some enlivening," was Zack's verdict, after a moment's critical inspection.
"Lieutenant," Cloud muttered, "don't you dare."
Ignoring Zack's wide-eyed protests, Sephiroth scanned the room, reaching automatically for a sense-spell before he remembered he'd stopped carrying that particular materia on Shinra grounds. It was bad manners, he'd recently and belatedly discovered, to scan someone without permission even if they didn't know you were doing it. In any case, Sephiroth found he didn't really need it - the Soldiers were easily recognizable as such even in their various costumes, the infantry tended to clump together, and the office drones were easily the wildest-dressed. "Scarlett would be put to shame," he muttered.
"Scarlett would show up naked and you know it," Zack retorted. "Wait here. I see a punch bowl."
Cloud's despairing groan was drowned out by Zack's cheery yell as he strode away from both of them, toward a small gaggle of Soldiers dressed as characters Sephiroth didn't recognize. "He won't do anything terrible," Sephiroth muttered in the blond's direction.
"Sir, with all due respect - this is Zack."
"True," Sephiroth admitted, "but this is a Zack who already has what he wants, namely the both of us out in public in ridiculous outfits. I'm almost certain he'll behave."
The look Cloud gave his general expressed less than total confidence, which Sephiroth couldn't take offense at.
***
Zack was halfway through his duties as Distributor of Illicit Booze (what, like he'd let the Turks have all the fun?) when he spotted her.
Of course Scarlett would show up at an official office party, it was a perfect place to catch someone doing something wrong. And of course she'd be dressed as Shiva, if Shiva were to accidentally shrink her top in the wash. The lavender lipstick and eyeshadow didn't suit her at all, but Zack was willing to bet a month's pay no one would be looking at her face. At least, not if they knew what was good for them. Handing off the half-empty bottle to one of his fellows, Zack started making his way back around the table.
Too late. Zack saw the woman's eyes light on Sephiroth and sharpen. Conversations around him fell away as his augmented senses focused entirely on Scarlett and Sephiroth - his bare torso seeming suddenly so vulnerable even though Sephiroth hardly ever wore shirts anyway, the predatory pace of her movement toward him. I'm such an idiot, he thought, putting him in a getup like that, why'd she have to show up, he'll never trust me again after this-!
With an electric shiver, Zack felt Cloud's attention shift. He halted, turned his most pleading look on as Cloud met his eyes, and gestured frantically. Cloud tilted his head, puzzled, then obligingly looked where Zack was pointing.
Oh shit, the blond's body language said, as plain as day.
Yeah, Zack gestured, as Scarlett kept closing the distance between them. Do something!
Cloud took a deep breath, steeled himself and tapped Sephiroth on the shoulder. When the general turned to him, Cloud whispered only a few urgent words before pulling him down into a kiss.
Five feet away, Scarlett stopped dead and watched in utter disbelief as her chosen prey was stolen out from under her - more, with apparent willingness, as Sephiroth slipped an arm around Cloud's back and pulled him closer.
"Yes!" Zack whooped.
The Soldiers around him halted, giving him one mass You Are So Weird look. "Uh - that's some good stuff!" Zack announced, grabbing a paper cup off the table and hoisting it high. "Punch a la Soldier for everybody!"
That got them laughing, if nothing else. Zack eagerly handed over his cup to be refilled, and glanced back over his shoulder to witness Scarlett stomping off in a huff - and the even more beautiful sight of Cloud and Sephiroth, lord of cats and moogle-god continuing to kiss without shame.
***
With a growl, Hojo snapped open his PHS and put it to his ear. "I'm busy," he rapped out, and hung up.
The second time it rang Hojo flung a test tube across the room before answering. "What!?" he demanded.
The agitated public relations director squawked at him without breath for several minutes. "Wait. Wait, I said!" Hojo interrupted Scarlett's tirade. "Take it in order. Sephiroth was wearing what!?"
***
"Zack?"
Zack turned bleary eyes upward to where Cloud lounged half-curled against Sephiroth's chest, draped in his hair. "Yeah?"
Cloud dredged up a weary smile. "Next time, can we skip the party and go right to the good part?"
Zack laughed. "The both of you, I swear. I will get you socialized if it kills me." He tilted his head further to gauge Sephiroth's reaction and blinked. "Seph, are you still wearing that collar?"
Seph shook his head, making the little bell jingle, and smiled.