Summary: Sephiroth and Cloud are carrying on a clandestine affair, and finally catch a moment alone together on a mission to Nibelheim. I've been a bit obsessed with Sephiroth and pianos lately, and was listening to "Klavier" by Rammstein, which inspired this story. One shot, PWP, established SephxCloud relationship. I will write more (i.e., the naughty lemony bits) if there is any interest in this story.
Usual disclaimer: Don't own FFVII or the characters but I wish I did! This is written for fun and not profit.
"Sir?" Cloud poked his head into the conservatory, looking for Sephiroth. He'd expected to see the general staring out the large windows, just as he'd done a few hours before at the Inn, taken in by the scenery of Nibelheim – 'unsettling', he'd called it. Cloud, of course, being a native of the little mountain village, was used to the scenery and thought to be rather dull and dreary. He'd been glad to have a chance to visit with his mother, but wasn't feeling thrilled about being back home. It's my hometown…yet I can't wait to get out of here again. The realization of how much he really hated Nibelheim filled him with a sense of guilt and of renewed bitterness toward the sleepy little village.
Pushing these thoughts out of his head for the moment, Cloud did a double take when he saw Sephiroth not staring out the windows, but seated at the dusty old grand piano. "Hm?" Sephiroth murmured, looking at Cloud upon hearing him approach. "Something the matter, Cadet?"
"No, sir," Cloud replied. "I was just reporting back –Zack and I did our sweep, and the area outside is secure. No monsters," he added, a small, triumphant smile upon his face.
Sephiroth nodded and stared at Cloud for perhaps a moment longer than he should have, then glanced beyond Cloud, into the corridor behind him.
"Zack is not with you?" Sephiroth asked quietly, suppressing a smile. Cloud shook his head negatively.
"No sir," Cloud replied. "He was taking the other cadets out for a bite to eat."
"And you did not join them?" Sephiroth inquired, lofting an eyebrow curiously. "Were you invited?"
"Oh yes, Zack invited me, sir. But I didn't feel like going with them. I was kind of hoping ….that I would see you, actually." Cloud had surprised even himself with his own boldness, and his face reddened even more as Sephiroth stood up from the piano bench ,and began to approach him.
"Shut the door, Cloud," Sephiroth instructed coolly, as Cloud looked up at him in surprise. The cadet obeyed, getting up quickly to shut the door; his pulse thudding long and hard, he could feel it in his head, and he felt a flush creeping over his neck as the blood rushed to his face.
"Now, sit," Sephiroth instructed, gesturing toward the piano.
"You want me to what?" Cloud argued, confused by what Sephiroth was asking. I mean…I don't really know how to play the piano. Are you going to teach me?" he asked, big, blue eyes looking up at his general.
"Oh, you'll be learning quite a lot this evening, Cloud." Sephiroth leaned down, his breath hot and heavy in Cloud's ear. The two had been carrying on a clandestine relationship for weeks, and tensions between the two were only getting higher each day. Now, in the hidden safety of the Shinra Mansion – with nobody around – there was no fear of being found out.
Sephiroth suddenly stood, yanking Cloud's head by its hair, tipping his head uncomfortably backward as his lips seized Cloud's in a fierce kiss.
Finally, when he could breathe no more, Cloud broke the kiss, panting. "We – ah…we should find a more comfortable spot, maybe," the cadet said eagerly. "I spotted some bedrooms in the east wing – "
"No," Sephiroth murmured, staring at the piano. He closed the case over the strings, and ran his hands over the hand-hewn mahogany, closing his eyes for a moment. When he turned, Cloud was still there, looking a bit red in the face and disheveled, but none the worse for wear.
Smiling, Sephiroth drifted over to Cloud and lifted him up, wrapping him in a bear hug. Cloud instinctively grabbed Sephiroth about the shoulders, hooking his legs about the general's waist to keep from falling.
Sephiroth folded down the music stand atop the piano, pushing the yellowed sheet music off to one side as he lifted Cloud up, the cadet's boots hitting against the dusty piano keys, off-tune notes sounding in a skittering fashion.
Cloud was spellbound, so mesmerized that he merely gaped at Sephiroth, wondering just how this encounter would end. Does he seriously want to go at it on top of the piano?
"Sephiroth? What - what are you doing?" Cloud whispered, gasping as the general pressed his body in between the cadet's dangling thighs, pushing him further upward.
"I thought that was obvious?" Sephiroth replied cryptically, nuzzling against Cloud's neck. He pulled back and gazed down upon Cloud, his breath hitching ever so slightly. His young lover was so eager to please him, and to be pleased in return; yes, Cloud was an excellent protégé indeed. There was a connection between the two; Sephiroth had felt this inexplicable pull toward Cloud when he first met the cadet a year prior.
Sephiroth clambered on top of Cloud, and the cadet's back hit against the piano lid; it slammed shut with a deafening sound that echoed throughout the vacant mansion.
"Oops," Sephiroth murmured, smirking. "So...where were we?"