Boy Toy Series
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
739
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything from FFVII and make no money on this fiction.
Gossip Fodder
Title: Boy Toy Series~Gossip Fodder
Fandom: FFVII
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: 1/1 Drabble
Pairings: Cloud/Rufus implied
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Cloud provides more than just good gossip fodder.
The magazines loved him. The flash of cameras shined on bright blond hair and a dazzling smile.
Sephiroth hid in the back of the room as best he could with the rest of his uncomfortable SOLDIERs. He (and they) hated these events. Trotted out like dogs at heel. Feel them up, look at their teeth, watch them run, put a ribbon on their collars.
At least they were spared at the moment while the paparazzi mauled the pretty blond boy-toy hanging on Rufus’s arm. He was charming, sweet, and just enough of a dirty, underplate skank to really get a rise from the gossip mongers.
Their moment of quiet was shattered when one of the reporters caught sight of the SOLDIERs trying to hide in the back of the ballroom.
“SEPHIROTH!”
The flock of photographers and reporters were on them like rabid wolves. The questions were never ending, and the flashes were hurting his sensitive eyes. He heard the uneasy shuffling of the other men behind him. For many of them, the bright bursts of light reminded them of the flash bombs in Wutai, and it made them nervous. He couldn’t help but agree with them.
His quietly murmured, “No comment,” replies were not satisfactory, and the mob only got louder and more insistent.
“Are you currently seeing someone?”
“Are the rumors true about your interest in your Second in Command?”
“Are you suffering Post Traumatic Stress Disorder like so many other veterans?”
“What are the current plans for more SOLDIER enhancements?”
“Can you show us your wing?”
He wanted to hide, he wanted to kill them. Anything to get away from the prying questions. Sephiroth was a private man, and even his closest friends didn’t know much about him. These…vapid idiots made him want to maim something.
And they were abruptly saved by, of all people, Cloud who had chosen to give an impromptu pole dance using the microphone stand on the stage. The reporters and photographers stampeded over, leaving the SOLDIERs alone again. They all heaved a communal sigh of relief.
Sephiroth watched the little blond play to the cameras. Giving them all the gossip they could want and more. He could have also sworn that those big, blue eyes had turned to him for a moment and winked.
END
Fandom: FFVII
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: 1/1 Drabble
Pairings: Cloud/Rufus implied
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Cloud provides more than just good gossip fodder.
The magazines loved him. The flash of cameras shined on bright blond hair and a dazzling smile.
Sephiroth hid in the back of the room as best he could with the rest of his uncomfortable SOLDIERs. He (and they) hated these events. Trotted out like dogs at heel. Feel them up, look at their teeth, watch them run, put a ribbon on their collars.
At least they were spared at the moment while the paparazzi mauled the pretty blond boy-toy hanging on Rufus’s arm. He was charming, sweet, and just enough of a dirty, underplate skank to really get a rise from the gossip mongers.
Their moment of quiet was shattered when one of the reporters caught sight of the SOLDIERs trying to hide in the back of the ballroom.
“SEPHIROTH!”
The flock of photographers and reporters were on them like rabid wolves. The questions were never ending, and the flashes were hurting his sensitive eyes. He heard the uneasy shuffling of the other men behind him. For many of them, the bright bursts of light reminded them of the flash bombs in Wutai, and it made them nervous. He couldn’t help but agree with them.
His quietly murmured, “No comment,” replies were not satisfactory, and the mob only got louder and more insistent.
“Are you currently seeing someone?”
“Are the rumors true about your interest in your Second in Command?”
“Are you suffering Post Traumatic Stress Disorder like so many other veterans?”
“What are the current plans for more SOLDIER enhancements?”
“Can you show us your wing?”
He wanted to hide, he wanted to kill them. Anything to get away from the prying questions. Sephiroth was a private man, and even his closest friends didn’t know much about him. These…vapid idiots made him want to maim something.
And they were abruptly saved by, of all people, Cloud who had chosen to give an impromptu pole dance using the microphone stand on the stage. The reporters and photographers stampeded over, leaving the SOLDIERs alone again. They all heaved a communal sigh of relief.
Sephiroth watched the little blond play to the cameras. Giving them all the gossip they could want and more. He could have also sworn that those big, blue eyes had turned to him for a moment and winked.
END