Summary: Think about it. What was Seph like prior to Nibelheim? Did he ever have sick days, hangovers, telemarketers that would not leave him alone? Well, you can bet your ugly f-king boots he did! And so this fic, which will eventually become a series of oneshots/drabbles, has come into being. Proof that Sephiroth is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as human as you and I!
Disclaimer: Lemme check real quick. Hmmm... Nope. I still don't own Final Fantasy VII or Sephiroth. He visits me from time to time, but I don't own him. Truth be told, I don't think Square Enix really does either. They just say they do.
Queen's Quornor: Ok, I'm giving you all a double-whammy with this chapter. This was supposed to be an original, but then I remembered a request from one of my readers awhile back. So I skimmed back through the reviews and found this: "Haha! This is awesome! You should have a chapter with Rufus in it." It came from Choja, and really I don't know why I thought of it just then. Boredom in class, I guess. Anyway, hope you all enjoy the mental images this chapter may elicit! Read on to see what I mean...
Vacation
This was the life. Relaxing on the warm sandy beach of Coasta del Sol in naught but a pair of sunglasses and black swim trucks, a pina colada in a coconut shell in his hand, the sun slowly turning his skin a creamy shade of ivory... All the daily nonsense and regulations and 7-foot-tall stacks of paperwork he put up with in SOLDIER was more than rewarded by company-paid vacations like this.
Sephiroth appreciatively watched a trio of young bathing beauties in string bikinis strut by, jiggling in all the right places. Two of them kept their eyes on him for as long as they could, the third tugging them along impatiently.
Yes. Very much rewarded indeed.
"Hey Seph!" Zack approached his spot on the beach, a woman under each arm and a goofy grin on his face. "We're going swimming, and Aristha here needs a partner. Why don't you come with us, at least until we go meet Reno at the bar?"
"I don't think so. I'm busy working on my tan."
The younger man took his arm off the girl on his left, planting his hand on his bare hip (those trunks were pulled down just a bit too far for casual purposes) with a playfully withering look. "Seph, you and I both know you can't get a tan. Your skin is completely bake-proof."
Sephiroth snorted and tossed sand at his friend's legs. "Touche, Zack. Touche. Still, I think I'll stay right here."
"Aw, c'mon Seph! Aristha is just for you; Melissa is with me!"
The silver-haired man raised his sunglasses to look at the women. They appeared to be twins, both of them tanned to golden perfection with sun-bleached hair and brilliant blue eyes. Their bikinis were straining to restrain their 'bodacious tatas' (as Reno would have put it) from popping right out into total exposure; these girls were built.
He had to admit, these were fine specimens of young womanhood. Zack had great taste in legal-age young'uns.
"All right. I'll come."
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Several hours later, he was soaked and happy. The reason he was soaked was because the girls had been lifted onto the men's shoulders while they were out in the water, and the partners had had a chicken-fight that transformed into a splash-battle. It was unclear as to who the winner was, but all involved had had fun.
His arm around Aristha's waist, Sephiroth looked around the bar. Reno, Zack, Melissa, and another woman (this one a brunette in a blue backless one-piece) were having a round of body shots in the far corner of the bar; he was surprised no one had noticed the bawdy quartet yet. The swim suits and trunks were still on, but those girls' tops were definately getting shifted around.
The silver-haired man snorted and took a swig of his grasshopper. Those four would need a room if they intended to continue their activities.
Of course, he would too, before the night was over. Aristha was a more refined creature than her twin; she sipped at a margarita rather than drinking tequila and then licking sugar off his skin, as Melissa would be doing (in fact, was doing. She was currently getting a body shot off Reno's chest). Clad in a deep purple bikini with golden rings holding the material together at the hips and center of the top, she was also the more visually elegant of the twins.
Sephiroth knew such women. Get them in a secluded area, and they could be wilder than most party girls.
The music was pounding in the dance club next door, a song to get the blood pumping and the body moving. Perfect for his intentions.
Leaning in close to her ear and brushing some hair away from the rounded shell of pierced cartilage with a soft, tantalizing gesture, Sephiroth whispered a suggestion. Aristha pinked slighly, but stood up and wrapped her hand about his. Zack flashed him a thumbs-up as she led him out the door and into a sheltered alcove between bar and club.
Sephiroth was pleasently surprised when she slammed him back against the wall, shook her silky mane behind her shoulders, and stretched up to kiss him. Very few women ever tried to dominate him. They usually preferred to allow him to take the lead. So it was a major turn-on for him when his partner took control of the situation.
Aristha was already tearing at his trunks, her kiss an oddly-enticing mixture between biting and kissing.
Oh yes. This was definately the life.
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"Rufus, have you seen my binoculars?"
"No, Lizla, I haven't!" Rufus adjusted the binoculars in his hands so the nightvision lens brightened a little more, illuminating the objects of his fascination a little better.
General Sephiroth and one of the locals, having sex in an alley between the bar and the dance-club.
Rufus was not gay, by any stretch of the imagination. But he would have to be a saint to say that Sephiroth was not attractive. The man's charisma and sexual appeal was obvious to anybody who met him; even Rufus' heartless father had a modest collection of posters and pictures of the esteemed General to which he routinely jerked off in favor of sleeping with his wife.
"Are you sure you haven't seen them? I can't find them anywhere!"
"I'm sure, dearest!" Oh my. Masamune definately was not compensation. If anything, it was advertisement! For the briefest of moments, Rufus wished he was the one opposite the silver-haired man, but quickly shoved the thought away. He was straight!
But after a few seconds of further consideration, he allowed the fantasy to come flooding back.
He was on vacation after all, was he not?
Time to relax. Everything.
"Lizla? Could you come here for a moment? I have need of you."
