For all he claimed to be a god with no affinity for nor interest in things of the human world, Sephiroth sat astride the motorcycle like he'd been born to it. Dyne cast an appreciative eye over the long line of leather-clad legs astride the machine Dyne had hotwired, and the phrase ride it like you stole it floated through his mind.
"...hn."
Dyne's gaze lifted to Sephiroth's face; the other man had an eyebrow lifted in amusement, for all the world like he could read Dyne's mind. Hell, maybe he could. Dyne gave him a crooked grin in response, utterly without shame, and offered, "Race you to Cosmo Canyon?"
"You are a fool to challenge me," Sephiroth retorted, and instantly roared off, no helmet or anything. Dyne, being still human, had to jam his helmet on his head before following, swearing at the damn cheater at the top of his voice though the wind snatched the words away.
Yes, he was racing to his death, but he couldn't die yet. Still had shit to settle, just like Sephiroth - and if he played his cards right, maybe he'd get a taste of what was between those elegant legs while the world burned.
FF7, Sephiroth/Dyne
"...hn."
Dyne's gaze lifted to Sephiroth's face; the other man had an eyebrow lifted in amusement, for all the world like he could read Dyne's mind. Hell, maybe he could. Dyne gave him a crooked grin in response, utterly without shame, and offered, "Race you to Cosmo Canyon?"
"You are a fool to challenge me," Sephiroth retorted, and instantly roared off, no helmet or anything. Dyne, being still human, had to jam his helmet on his head before following, swearing at the damn cheater at the top of his voice though the wind snatched the words away.
Yes, he was racing to his death, but he couldn't die yet. Still had shit to settle, just like Sephiroth - and if he played his cards right, maybe he'd get a taste of what was between those elegant legs while the world burned.