Dire Fascinations Chapter 4: Playing Dress Up, a final fantasy vii fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Final Fantasy VII characters.

Summary: Cloud loves Vincent, but he has never been able to tell the black-haired man how he really feels. How far will he go to be with him? Cloud/Vincent. Please review!

A/N: Finally, I update this chapter! Wow! Please read and review.

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Dire Fascinations:

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Chapter Four: Playing Dress up:

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Cloud stared at the dress. Did Reno actually believe he was going to wear this…this dress? It was a simple black and sleeveless dress. But with every passing second that the alcohol digested in his body, he felt all sense leave him.

Sighing, he stared at himself in the mirror. Despite carrying a huge sword, his arms were slim and feminine like. They held a little muscle tone though. His sapphire eyes traveled lower. He didn't have very wide shoulders. Then his eyes traveled upwards against at his golden spiky hair.

What can I do? I can't go back out in those filthy clothes…and what does Reno expect me to do with my hair?

As if on cue, Reno entered the bathroom with a smile on his face and another bag in his hand. He stayed by the door, keeping his hand on it.

"Seems like you found the dress…", the red head said as he closed his eyes temporarily before staring at the blonde.

The red head walked up to the blonde who was still staring at him in a dumbfounded way. He could tell the blonde was drunk. He sighed and guided the blonde to the bathroom stall and went in with him, grabbing the bags. He locked it and pulled the seat down so he could push the blonde into the seat. The blonde made no move to refuse any of this so the red head continued.

The red head stripped off the blonde's boots and pants, seeing the blonde's smooth, toned, and hairless legs. They were perfect and ladylike. He moved away and told the blonde to take off his underwear, seeing the blonde's eye twitch slightly.

"You won't…take advantage of me…", the blonde said groggily.

"Come on, Cloud. Do it", the red head pleaded as he turned around.

"Okay…", the blonde yawned as he slipped his underwear off.

The red head dug in his bag and pulled out a lacy black thong decorated with roses. He held it out for the blonde to get, and the blonde took it without thinking and put it on. The red head couldn't believe how easy this was and snickered because of it.

"Did you put them on?" he asked.

"Yeah", the younger male replied as he yawned again.

"Oh, no, buddy-boy. You can't go to sleep right now", the red head smirked as he turned around to face the blonde again.

His green-colored eyes traveled down the blonde's body and were amazed at how perfectly the thong fitted the blonde's hips and lower area. It looked as if he had no man parts but still he would have to get the blonde to tuck it in. He reached into his bag and pulled out a bra that matched the underwear.

He took off the blonde's top and began to put the bra on the blonde who didn't put up a fuss at all. In fact, the blonde's chin was on the red head's shoulder and his sapphire eyes were closed. The Turk growled and shook the blonde awake.

"Yeah!" the blonde yelped.

"Tuck your cock in, man, just so it won't obviously look like you're a drag-queen", the red head whispered.

The blonde complied, tucking it in. The red head grabbed two little bags that looked like they were made of plastic. The contents inside of the bags were clear. The blonde gasped, and the red head silenced him with a single finger on his lips. He stuffed the bags into the bra, making the blonde's "breasts" look big. He hooked the bra tight to the blonde's body and he stood up.

He moved backwards to see his handiwork. The blonde's flat stomach was slightly curvy, making it look like he had hips. The red head observed the blonde's chest and he couldn't help but work at out real it looks.

He took out the dress and slipped it on the blonde, making him stand up. It easily spilled down the younger male's body, stopping around two or three inches above the blonde's knees. He tied a long piece of cloth around the blonde's waist, making the dress hug the blonde's figure. Then he took out a pair of black heels and put them on him. The blonde found it weird to even be wearing this and to walk in them was a different story.

The red head was so proud of himself. The blonde's body looked completely female. The only thing he had to work with was the blonde's face and hair. His face already looked feminine but the red head wanted to add more "spice" to it. The hair, to him, had to be done.

He unlocked the stall door and grabbed the blonde's hand, taking his bags with him as well. They walked out together, seeing a few boys who had walked in smirk. The red head rolled his eyes, not really caring while the blonde blushed.

He made the blonde look at himself in the mirror. He looked much more feminine than he did before. He almost didn't recognize the person in the mirror that stared back at him. The blonde turned back to look at the red head.

"What about my hair and my face? I can't…go out like this", the blonde said as he hiccupped again.

The red head smiled, "That's where she comes in…"

He pushed the door open slightly and in came a black-haired female. She had brown eyes and almost looked like Tifa, but the blonde was sure that it wasn't Tifa. The girl looked a little scared to be in the boy's bathroom but the red head calmed her down.

"Cloud, this is Mika. She's gonna help you with your make-up because I don't know nothing about make-up", the red head said as he released her.

She smiled at him and dug in the bag that the red head placed on the counter. She pulled out a few products, eyelash curler, eyeliner, and mascara. She went to work on his face, straightening his already long eyelashes with the eyelash curler.

The blonde felt completely uncomfortable, but the black-haired girl moved quickly. It took her a second to make his eyelashes curl upward and another second to apply the eyeliner. The blonde felt like all this applying stuff would never end.

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Vincent continued to drink and decided to stop after his like 15th cup. He felt a little light-headed but Chaos was always there to help him. After feeling a wave of energy flow through him, he felt rejuvenated. He stopped drinking and sat there, looking at the TV.

Suddenly, a girl with blonde hair sat by him, smiling at him brightly. He looked at her for a split second before turning his attention back on the TV. She frowned, curling her lips downward.

"You're not gonna buy a girl a drink?" she asked.

"I don't know you", he said.

"So? But you can know me", she said with smile as she leaned over, trying to get him to look at her.

He didn't say anything. This girl was much like Yuffie, always wanting attention while she was in his presence. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and, just like Yuffie, tried to drag him onto the dance floor.

"Come on. Dance with me", she pleaded with dark eyes.

"No…", he said sternly.

She frowned, but this time, in her eyes, it looked like she had given up trying to talk to the black-haired man. He looked directly at her just to make sure. She was staring at the ceiling with her arms crossed, leaning on the counter. He said nothing and went back to watching the TV.

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As Mika was applying the mascara, Cloud noticed that the black-haired girl had make-up on herself and it looked good on her. Maybe he would turn out the same. Reno watched interestingly from the wall.

It took longer to apply the mascara. It was blue, bringing out the blonde's sapphire eyes. Once she was done with that, she put all the make-up and looked at the blonde. She smiled at her success.

The only thing left was the blonde's hair. She ran her fingers through it, feeling gel in it. She took out a comb and combed his hair backwards, seeing if she could get his hair to lie down. Many attempts later, the golden hair finally listened to the comb and fell back. She smiled and continued to comb, laying the blonde's hair down.

She reached into the bag and took a pretty blonde wig. She put it on the blonde's head and applied some more things to it to make it look like it was actually the blonde's hair. Finally, she was done.

She turned to the red head who smiled as well. The red head approached them and gave the girl a hug. She hugged him back and he walked her out of the door.

"Thank you, Mika. You definitely are the best", he said as they got to the door.

Once she was out, he said, "I'll call you later".

The red head turned around and saw the blonde staring at himself with his mouth wide open. He chuckled, grabbing the blonde's attention.

"I look so different…", he muttered.

"And prettier…", the red head said as he placed an arm on the blonde's shoulders.

He stared at the blonde. The wig was long-haired and fell down the blonde's shoulders. The hair was wavy and pretty and it seemed to glow almost. How it fell down the blonde's face made the red head almost forget that the blonde was a guy.

"Now…all you need is a name…", he said as he thought hard.

What could he name him?

"What about Claire?" the blonde asked, shocking the red head.

The red head gasped, smiling brightly, "That's perfect!"

The blonde gave a short smile, and the red head lead him out the door.

"Go ahead and leave. We don't want to make it look obvious", the red head said as he shooed the blonde away.

The blonde snuck away, apparently not being seen by anymore. He walked around getting attention from most of the guys. The heels made it difficult to walk, but the blonde eventually found a way to walk in them that was less painful.

His eyes scanned area and froze on Vincent. He saw a blonde girl get up angrily and walk away from him. He wondered if he could fool the gunman with this "attire". Before he could even take a step, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was only Mika. She smiled at him.

"How are you holding up?" she asked.

"Good", the blonde answered plainly.

She shook her head, "If you're going to fool anybody, you gotta change the tone of that voice of yours. Now, I'll ask again. How are you holding up?"

"Good", the blonde answered in a higher tone.

It was a little pitchy, but close to a female's voice. Mika decided to keep trying until he got it. Eventually, the blonde got it and she smiled and reached her hand out to him. He shook it and looked at her.

"Good, Cloud", she said.

"It's Claire now", the blonde said in his feminine voice.

"Ooo! Nice", she smiled as she waved. "Have a fun time, Claire".

She stopped and took something out of her pocket. Before the blonde could say anything, she sprayed something on him, getting it all over his body including his hair. The blonde closed his eyes and opened them, breathing in the scent. It smelled very…nice.

"Ok. I forgot about that. Now, have fun, Claire", she said.

The blonde nodded and she walked away. He looked back at the bar and saw that Vincent was still there. Once again, before he could even more, he felt another hand on his shoulder. This time it was Reno who leaned in close to his ear.

"Don't blow your cover. I don't want to have to pull you away from an angry boyfriend…or girlfriend", the red head whispered.

The blonde nodded and the red head left. This time, he walked directly for the bar. He sat almost three seats away from the black-haired man who glanced at him briefly. The blonde looked back at him and watched as the gunman looked at him again but this time he stared at him.

The blonde in his eyes seemed so familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. His crimson-colored eyes continued to watch as the blonde walked over to him. Hopefully, this girl wouldn't be like the one he had just encountered a few minutes ago.

"Hi, the name's Claire", 'she' said as 'she' reached 'her' hand out to him.

He took it, shaking it firmly. He found himself lost in the sapphire eyes of 'hers'. They looked so familiar. The blonde sat by him, smirking inwardly at how confused the gunman looked.

"So, what's your name?" 'she' asked.

"Vincent", the black-haired male answered, not looking at 'her'.

The blonde grabbed his hand, "Well, Vincent. Would you like to dance?"

The older male looked at 'her' and frowned. His red eyes looked directly into 'her' sapphire ones, freezing 'her' up a bit.

"I don't dance", he said.

"I don't either, but we can teach each other", 'she' said.

The gunman stared at 'her' for another second before he nodded, "Fine".

The blonde smiled and stood up. He watched as the older male stood up as well. He walked away and dragged the ex-Turk with him by his hand. They made it out to the dance floor where the blonde looked around. He saw the regretful look on the dark-haired male's face. He had to catch on to the people's dances quick or else the other man might change his mind.

Suddenly, he began moving, seeing the gunman look at him in interest. He urged the other man to move. He seemed reluctant but eventually he began to move but only slowly and stiffly.

Vincent hoped that Yuffie didn't see him. He did not want her to bother him with that, but just as he hadn't hope, the black-haired girl moved beside him. He froze up and refused to look at her, facing 'Claire'.

Cloud looked around the gunman and saw Yuffie smirking at both of them. She suddenly stood in between them, completely grabbing the ex-Turk's attention.

"I knew you would eventually come out of your shell!" she cried with a big bright smile.

She turned around and faced 'Claire', "What's your name and how in the world did you get Vincent here to move away from the bar?"

"Claire", the blonde answered.

The ninja continued to stare at him just as the gunman was before, "Do you have a brother or something? You look familiar".

"Um…no. I'm new to town", the blonde answered.

The girl nodded and turned to face Vincent, "Have a fun time now!"

With that she ran away, the blonde chuckled girlishly, trying to bring the attention back to him, and asked, "Who was that?"

"Yuffie…", the ex-Turk sighed and rolled his eyes.

"A girlfriend?" the blonde asked and smirked when he saw the gunman's red eyes widen in shock.

"No! Hyne, no", the older male said as he tried to calm down his heart.

The blonde smirked. He played the part of being a girl so well that he was scaring himself. He heard the music change to a slow song. He grabbed the gunman's hands and placed them on his waist, taking the other man by surprise once again.

"What are you-?" was all the black-haired man could get out before the blonde placed his index finger on his lips.

"I may not know a lot about dancing but just move to the music. It's easier to dance to this kind of music", the blonde stated as he began to move himself.

The raven-haired male moved slowly. The blonde made him hold him close, pressing their bodies together. The blonde tried to control himself so his member wouldn't throw a wrench in the whole program.

He kept his hands on the older male's shoulders. It felt really good to be so close to gunman. He had waited a long time for this. He felt his cheeks turn red as he closed his eyes and let the ex-Turk guide him this time.

Vincent had finally grown accustomed to the music and became a good leader. He held the blonde close to him and leaned his head down when his nose caught an alluring scent. He breathed it in and felt his usually stern face soften with the smell.

The mixture of hearing the music, moving to it, and the scent was enough to overwhelm the gunman with emotions he hadn't felt in a very long time. His mind went back to the woman he had loved.

He had never danced with her like this. They never had been close like this. They merely talked and he still fell for her. Her presence seemed similar to person that was in his arms.

"Vincent?" a voice called, bringing him back into the real world.

His crimson eyes fell back on the sapphire ones that belonged to 'Claire'. 'She' stared at him worriedly. They had stopped dancing, and he noticed that the music had changed back into an upbeat song.

"You phased out there. Are you okay?" 'she' asked softly.

"I'm fine…", he replied.

The blonde stared at him. His eyes kept traveling to the gunman's lips. And suddenly without thinking, he lunged forward, kissing the older male harshly on the lips. The ex-Turk was taken by complete surprise and could only hold the blonde in his arms, feeling the blonde slip his tongue inside of his mouth.

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A/N: Whoo-hoo! Finally I update! I'm proud of myself! Well, anyway, please review. I'll appreciate it greatly.