Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, crossdressing, "Dance with me."
Breathing a small sigh of relief as he escaped onto the empty balcony, Sephiroth leaned against the stone railing that separated the balcony from open air. Behind him, the noise of the latest Shinra ball continued voices fighting to be heard over each other and the music that the coordinators had hired while cigarette smoke slowly polluted the little bit of fresh air that wasn’t tainted with cheap perfume, cheaper wine and too many human bodies in too small of an area.
Complete hell for someone with a SOLDIER’s enhanced senses.
He was finally starting to relax when someone staggered out onto the balcony, wobbling unsteadily on high heels that clicked on the stone floor, and Sephiroth turned far enough to watch a short skirt swish around long legs as the person turned to release a string of words that no well bred young lady would ever admit to knowing. At first look, the person appeared to be a female and teen in age with blond hair softly curling around shoulders and clad in a flattering dress of sapphire blue silk, but the longer Sephiroth studied her, the more he noticed little things that weren’t quite fitting in with a female. The way the skirt hung a bit too straight at the waist, the way the person wobbled as if their center of gravity was higher than a woman’s naturally was. The way the person managed to wiggle out of the bra and drop the garment over the side of the balcony, leaving them with a much more masculine chest.
The way familiar blue eyes widened when they caught sight of him, before Cloud buried his made up face in his hands with a groan. “I don’t suppose I could sneak off and you could forget you ever saw me like this, sir?”
“That would hardly be fair, Cloud,” Sephiroth purred, walking over to his SiC’s close friend and sometimes lover. Zack had been trying to get Cloud and Sephiroth together, but there never seemed to be a right time even if Sephiroth had noticed the young man on occasion. But now, he was definitely noticing how the younger man made a quite attractive female, especially when he looked up at Sephiroth with wide blue eyes filled with surprise and his lips slightly parted, almost in a silent invitation to be kissed. The silver haired man hooked a finger under the teen’s chin and tilted his head up just a little bit more. “Especially with how lovely you look like this.”
A blush blossomed under the make up, making Cloud seem even more delicate, and Sephiroth bent his head just that extra few inches to claim the invitation resting on those lips. There was a startled gasp from Cloud before their lips were sealed together, and Sephiroth wrapped an arm around the young man’s waist, turning them so Cloud was trapped against the stone railing.
“Sir?” Cloud’s voice was breathy and oh so young sounding, and a smirk stretched across Sephiroth’s face as he trailed a gloved hand down the silk covered skin.
“Dance with me,” he invited, his hand resting on Cloud’s hip before pulling him into the erection that was trapped behind leather pants. A surprised gasp fell from those soft lips as Cloud’s hands came up to grab Sephiroth’s shoulders, but the matching hardness hidden behind blue silk revealed that Cloud was just as excited. A quick tugging at his gloves and Sephiroth folded the black leather away into a pocket, before he slid his bare fingers up a surprisingly smooth leg to trace the edge of satin panties.
Cloud whimpered, his hands coming down to grasp at the leather straps holding the metal shoulder guards into place as his hips buckled slightly into the soft touch that traced the heat trapped by cool satin. Sephiroth chuckled before stroking a finger over the damp patch that was slowly growing, getting a twitch of hard flesh and hips. A quick jerk and the scrap of satin was in his hand, evoking a startled gasp from Cloud at the violence.