Title: Brightest Blue Eyes
Part: Outtakes/"Chocobo Hunting"
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Disclaimer: No implied ownership, no financial gain, only fanwork.
Summary: Unused scenes...
Notes: Written randomly before the entire plot solidified. Obvious why it was scrapped...
"Don't worry about Pretty, she'll be well taken care of." Cloud assured his lover.
"I'm not worried about Pretty, I'm worried about all of you." Sephiroth replied.
"Pretty has it in her mind that she needs to settle down with someone soon... She probably sees this as a captive dating pool." The silver-haired man gestured at the Highwind. "I'm not sure I want her..."
"I'll make sure the crew keeps their hands off." Cloud interjected. He understood how Sephiroth felt about his younger 'sister'.
"Cloud, you need to learn to listen. You're going to need to keep her hands off of them."
"Isn't she fucking beautiful?" Cid asked, flicking ash from his cigarette.
"Of course, Cid." Sephiroth replied, looking around as the crew prepared the airship for take-off.
"Angel! What are you doing here?" Pretty ran across the metal floor, her boots echoing loudly.
"I just wanted to see where you're going to be spending the next couple weeks." Sephiroth said. "Everything seems to be in order. I do hope you'll be well taken care of."
"I bet Vince'll take of her alright, I've seen him givin' her the fuckin' twice over." Cid said, grinning lewdly.
"Cid, that's not necessary." Vincent replied from where he was leaning.
"Ol' Vince here manages to get with fuckin' everyone, y'know?" Cid continued, giving Sephiroth a wink and an elbow in the ribs and ignoring the dark-haired man's objections.
Sephiroth shot a slightly angry look at his former caretaker.
Pretty started giggling. A couple crew members tried to cover stray laughs with coughing.
"Hell! Let's do a fucking poll!" Cid announed. "Raise your hand if you *haven't* slept with Vincent."
The room got silent as everyone looked around at each other. One crew member slowly raised a hand. Pretty raised hers. Sephiroth frowned and raised his.
"Do blow jobs count?" A voice asked from underneath a control panel.
No one said anything.
"Cloud?" Sephiroth asked, looking down at his companion. Cloud was looking at the ground. His hands were in his pockets.
"Well, there were five years in there." He said quietly. "You never asked."
Sephiroth leaned down slightly and licked his lover's ear. "Was it good?" He whispered.
Cloud nodded feebly.
"In that case..." Sephiroth walked over to where a thoroughly enraged Vincent stood, simply trying to fend off turning into Chaos and destroying most everyone. "Vincent, I have two things to say. Number one..."
Vincent's red eyes flew open and then flickered shut as Sephiroth leaned in and kissed him, tongue pressing quickly into his mouth. The older man moaned and fell limp in the silver-haired man's arms.
Again, no one said anything.
Sephiroth held onto the black-haired man after their lips parted. "Not bad. And Number Two: If you hurt Pretty, I'll hurt you."
Vincent just nodded as Sephiroth let go. He didn't even notive he'd slid to the floor until the angel had made his way back to his family.
Cloud's eyes were still wide with shock. He held one of Pretty's hands in his own, squeezing tight. "That..." He stammered. "Was..."
"A good reason to hope for surveillance cameras?" Pretty offered. "We could both totally get off on watching that for the next few weeks!"
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