Disclaimer: Still don't own, Square Enix does.

Notes: It was a bit difficult figuring out where to put this. So I rolled a dice and took a gamble. ;) On the flip side, here's another Sephiroth/Kuja pairing. Totally need more around this place. As is, short opening for what I hope to be a long series. Title is subject to change by the way. Hope you all enjoy. :)

Lifeless Dance

Long legs, stretching, moving, never staying still. Twisting, turning, flowing in a constant motion of slender, tall limbs, that were clad in black velvet. Shoeless, just like he always loved, bare feet hitting soundlessly upon the stage. Those legs led up to delicate, curved hips. Too curved for a boy. Yet the tightness of those velvet pants assured any viewer that he was indeed male. Though, there was only one viewer.

Those hips rocked, swaying with ease, while those ever so flexible legs moved, one lifting clear up, as his body bent back, balanced so carefully on one foot. A coy look, the other knew he liked watching as his body danced, nothing hindering his erotic play across the wood of the old stage.

He settled both feet to the stage again, but never stopped going, hips shaking, leading up to his bare abdomen, on. Tight shirt, just barely covering a thing, melded to his very skin, black, just like his pants. It clung, perfect, showing every detail, until it went past the shoulders. Hanging close till just at the edge of the shoulder, the sleeves spilled down gentle arms, covering over rich skin, pale as the moon. They flared with every move he made, giving the illusion a more mystical feel.

A collar of black silk was tight about his slender neck, though he didn't show how tight it was. On, perfect features, to fit the perfect body. Balanced between feminine and masculine, it was almost hard to tell which he was.

Silken hair, shimmering white, which shone teasing lilac in the sharp lights, spilled down his back. Those waved locks almost hid deep violet blue eyes, which glittered dangerously out to their one man audience, promising the world in one moment, death in the other.

This creature, this creature was something unpredictable, something foreign, enchanting. A killer with honeyed skin, kiss me lips, beauty unmatched.

How many had died seeking entrance into paradise?

He didn't want to be the next.

But it was so tempting, as he watched that form move, glide, grace defined.

So full of soul, he wondered if this was the angel of death clothed in flesh.

Then, he would remember, he was.

What happens when a man loves the angel of death?

He was an angel himself, fallen, a god from a world he had tried to destroy, only to fail.

This is what had landed him there. In this hell.

If it could be called hell, really, he had just been locked in this one room, with this tempting creature.

This demon in angel cloth, which he could not touch, but thirsted to.