Originally posted on Livejournal for the Strifehart Kink Meme. Leave it to a person like me to fill this one. Mwahahah. Oh, and mandatory disclaimer stuff: I don't own anything in the FF franchise other than merchandise that's too irresistible for me not to blow my paycheck on; I'm just an E6 in the USN, and therefore am not worth suing. Reviews, as always, are highly appreciated.
Prompt: Cloud = Christine, Leon = Raoul, Sephiroth = Phantom, GO!
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Phantom
Cloud glared coldly at the sheets of paper in his hand. "No. No way. No how. No fucking way in hell."
Arching a brow, Leon stared at his blond compatriot. "What's your problem?"
"They can take this stage production and shit-can it. Take whatever they want to pay and shove it where the sun doesn't shine. This isn't happening, and that's final," Cloud growled.
Looking over at the other presence in the room, Leon asked with curiosity, "What do you suppose his problem is?"
Arrogantly huffing, Sephiroth looked down his nose at the blond and sneered. "Perhaps he's jealous of the fact that I'm the primary lead. Come now, Cloud," he breathed, words slithering from his tongue, "I'm supposedly horridly disfigured under my mask. This prompter wishes my beauty to be marred beyond recognition. You don't have it that bad."
Cloud glared with the heat of a thousand supernovas at his arch nemesis before throwing the script at Sephiroth and stomping to the opposite corner of the room they occupied, arms crossed and muttering under his breath.
A quiet curse bemoaning the fact that his all-too-human ears were incapable of picking up Cloud's inane growls of discontent, Leon was forced to turn once again to the silver-haired General. "I'm afraid I didn't catch that. Care to fill me in?"
It took Sephiroth a full five minutes to stop laughing before he could wipe the mirth from his eyes and respond to the scarred man, "Something about always being forced to play the female, and panties not being at all comfortable."
His eyes springing open, Leon stared at the angry warrior's back before allowing a feral grin to take his lips. "Oh, come now, Cloud. It can't be that bad."
He barely managed to duck the murderously hurled phantom mask that was hurled at his head.