Pose.

Sephiroth let his hair down as he walked into the air conditioned studio where he would be taking his next shoot. He pulled off the sunglasses that graced his pale face and surveyed the area. They had three sets set up for the shoot and a couple wracks of clothes off to the side. He laughed lightly as he walked farther into the room. A few people walked by out the door and they just stared up at him almost in awe. He got that a lot and he absolutely loved it. He scanned now the faces in the room most of which Sephiroth found familiar. His manager, Rufus Shinra, was talking to the photographer, one of which Sephiroth knew quite well, Vincent Valentine who had his black hair tied up more then he usually did because of work. He noticed a couple other models two he had worked with and done much more with before Cloud Strife and Squall Leonhart. He smirked as he walked over to the clothing and started looking through it. Then another face showed up, this one he had only seen once before. This man...Sephiroth didn't even know his name like he did with almost everyone in this business. He had seen him at the audition for this particular photo shoot. Sephiroth had already been chosen by the creator of the line and had only been there to talk to the producer but he also got to glimpse the people who had a chance of working with him. He couldn't help but think that he would crush this guy no problem.

He laughed as he walked over to his manager who had stopped talking to Vincent. "Rufus when's the shoot starting?" Sephiroth asked. Rufus sighed loudly, "Not for another 10 minutes so don't worry about hurrying to get changed... SOMEONE is having problems with the lighting." Rufus glared over in Vincent's direction and Vincent glared back with very annoyed looking scarlet eyes. Squall and Cloud who had been off to the side talking to one another looked over between the two as well, their gazes rested on Sephiroth for a moment before they went back to talking to one another. Sephiroth chuckled at Rufus's reaction, "Don't worry about it...now who is the new guy?" he said jerking his chin in the newcomers direction. "Ah that...His name is Zexion...I would exactly call him a new guy...but I believe this is his first big gig." Rufus said shaking his head. "Interesting...how do you suppose he'll fair posing with me?" Sephiroth asked. Rufus just laughed in response.

Sephiroth pushed his long bangs behind his ear as he turned around and walked towards Zexion. "hello there...As I'm sure you know...My name is Sephiroth." He put out his hand to shake Zexion's hand a smirk on his pale features, flexing his muscles just enough to have them relatively apparently up his arm and to his collar where his skin disappeared under his vest crossed suspenders clipped to his belts kept up relatively baggy pants, though having looked at the clothes they would be wearing he had a feeling baggy was not going to stay. His almost cat like blue/green eyes shone as though to burn a whole through Zexion, Sephiroth wanted to seem intimidating like he was always seen. This guy would be no different.

Zexion had arrived early for the photoshoot, or what he considered early because it was more of a 'show up at your own time, as long as you're not late' kind of thing. When he'd arrived to the studio it turned out he wasn't the first one there. This fact only very slightly irked him because he was always the first one to anything, believing further beyond punctuality. Squall 'Leon' Leonhart had been the first one there before him; the first in Zexion's history to beat him with punctuality. He was a cold man of few words, except when another man showed up, a blonde with spiky hair, almost equally depressing when left alone. When they grouped up and conversed they came more alive with each other. Zexion didn't concern himself on their possible relationship that models weren't supposed to have with each other.

Zexion remained alone for a while, walking on his own with the occasion of a staff member might speak to him, but otherwise he examined the set. He was going to do this as he would any other job he'd had set before him all his life. Serendipity brought him here, but it wasn't going to get him farther. He'd do that himself thank you very much. Brushing his slate blue hair out of his eye, just as he spotted a certain someone who had caught his peripheral gaze for only a moment at the audition. Long silvery hair flowed down the tall man's back as his beauty caught the light. Zexion was never one to believe when people said they were naturally beautiful, but now this man stood before him. The man was approaching him, and sooner introduced himself and offered his hand. Zexion took it, offering his name with his usual air of 'I don't care' or 'I'm older than I look and a heck of a lot smarter than you.' This guy looked pretty professional. He'd heard of him before with some of the mutterings and rumors from the staff members. He was as good as he looked, they'd say.

"A pleasure to meet you," Zexion said coolly, returning Sephiroth's piercing gaze with a single stare down of his own. Blue eyes met the sharp blue-ish green eyes without wavering. Zexion's oversized jacket clung to his shoulders desperately, nearly sliding off one of his shoulders. He picked it back up to cover the rest of the dark articles of clothing he wore. Sephiroth was as intimidating as any rookie would find their upper co-workers to be, but that didn't mean Zexion was going to suck up to him to play nice.

A sly grin wound its way onto Sephiroth's face at the gaze Zexion shot back at him. He took his hand back and crossed his arms across his wide chest. "I do hope you're ready...I don't want my image ruined. Unlike Cloud and Squall...I've never worked with you before." He said he tilted his head down slightly and his bangs fell back from behind his ear cloaking his face slightly, not as much as Zexion's of course but still in his face. He flicked his head to the side getting the hair out of his face before smirking down at Zexion again. "Let's... have fun today." he said before walking off to get changed.

After a short while he came back out in the outfit he had been told to wear. He could tell that the part that was the main subject of this shoot was the pants which were leather with stitched patterns on the back and up the legs, but he was also wearing a white dress shirt a long collar and a tight leather vest that looked more something a woman would wear, but Sephiroth had a feeling it really suited him. The boots he wore were much like something he actually owned in the same sort of leather. The only real difference was that these had to silver bands around the top and were more pointed towards his knee and the slightest of a heel. He tied up his hair a long ponytail that was just short of the middle of the back of his head and trailed down to his waist. His bangs were all flipped to one side and covered one of his eyes, he wore the slightly bit of liquid foundation to make himself just the slightest bit darker.

Rufus sighed as he saw Sephiroth, "You look great..." he said with a sigh, "You can go up, hes doing individual shots of Cloud and Squall, then it's Zexion then you. Then pairs, then a group shot for the centerfold." He explained with a sigh. Sephiroth nodded and headed off leaning against the wall and watching Vincent take pictures of Cloud. The blond looked incredibly indifferent. The set was black and white and seemed like it was a street another one of the sets was a black and white back alley. Sephiroth smiled. Cloud was sitting in a fake window sill wearing some leather pants undone up the side with a zipper and a white muscle shirt. His shoes were sleek and leather but looked incredibly comfortable. Sephiroth was hoping he was making the blond uncomfortable as his eyes burned their way into him, he didn't take his eyes off the part of exposed skin that led up to his thigh held together with one buckle.

Squall had already finished before Sephiroth had come out of the change room proving how fast the ever stoic Vincent worked. Sephiroth glanced over at Squall who wore something that looked very like something Squall would wear a leather jacket that went half way down his torso, leather gloves and assortment of belt around his waist only one of which held up his straight leather pants which had the slightest flare at the end. Sephiroth just smirked and laughed lightly before turning back to Cloud who was in a different pose looking rather sluttish leaning against the fake wall his legs wide apart his hand laced in his hair his mouth open slightly while Vincent took a picture that would highlight his pants but also capture the intensity and distance in his glowing blue eyes.

Cloud's shots were done rather quickly and he shuddered as he stood up. He glanced at Sephiroth for a second before walking off to stand with Squall the two of them exchanged looks before walking off. Sephiroth just laughed then he looked back to where Zexion was getting ready for his shoot in the same set Cloud had been on. "Good luck..." Sephiroth slurred out in his deep velveteen voice unable to help but laugh at him looking Zexion up and down.

Zexion chose to ignore Sephiroth's words laced with taunting and mockery. He strode past him easily, heading for the changing room and for instructions on what he was to wear. Sephiroth wanted him to lose his nerve, and that, was what he'd be ignoring. The professional, superior people always thought they were the best, and it was a sport to unnerve the rookies. Zexion wouldn't deny that he enjoyed doing that too, but he made it equal and did it to whatever idiot crossed him. Zexion made it to the changing room with a couple of the staff members waiting for him. Hearing his instructions, he grabbed what he was supposed to and worked on his image.

Walking out, Zexion raked his hair back from his eyes repeatedly. His hair was supposed to stay out of his face for this outfit, apparently. He didn't like it when people could see all of his face, he liked having half of it so he felt more mysterious. He approached the area where they were shooting, Cloud was just leaving, giving Sephiroth a glance before giving Squall a look and walking off the set. Sephiroth was trying to intimidate him with 'encouragement' that Zexion ignored.

The workers looked Zexion up and down, talking with one another on what he was supposed to be doing, scene wise and pose wise. He listened to half of it, as most of it wasn't important, just idle babble on how he looked compared to the others, and how the others performed. They were already making speculations on how he might appear. Zexion adjusted the dark leather jacket he was wearing with it zipped in the middle only, having the top 'v' reveal his bony collarbone with chains connecting the sides of the opening. The lower half showed his naval, small pendants dangling from chains hung from the bottom the coat. The leather pants he wore were very similar to the skinny jeans he usually wore, Large and small chains hooked the pockets and belt loops, leaving zippers half unzipped or fully unzipped on the legs. He had the semi-pointed boas he wore had zippers going up the sides, while they were originally tie shoes, half laced. With his hair raked back from his eyes, he looked like a totally different person.

"All right, Zexion, don't be nervous. This is your first big photoshoot, am I right?"

"I'm not nervous, but yes, this is." He didn't look at Sephiroth, who seemed to enjoy trying to inspire anxiety. "What will you have me do?" He looked to the street scenario Cloud had been before a moment ago. He'd looked pretty exotic with it.

"Hold your hair out of your face with just a couple fingers, yes, like that. Tilt your head back, jut your hip bones out to exaggerate them, and put one hand on your backside. Perfect."

Zexion didn't think anyone would really stand like this in real life. No one needed to. He thought he looked ridiculous, but apparently this is what they wanted. People would actually look at this stuff and like it? He waited around until they took a couple shoots, adjusting his pose here and there. He walked past Sephiroth to stand on the side when he was done, resisting the urge to throw his hair back in his face. They told him he needed to stick around a while longer, unfortunately.

Sephiroth was pretty impressed the kid knew what he was doing. He laughed lightly and kept his eyes on him as he worked. He racked his eyes over his frame with his cat like eyes. When Zexion walked off the set Sephiroth laughed again, "You look good..." he stated, " Very well done." He flicked his own bangs partially out of his face just to have them fall back in front of one eye as he walked up onto the set. He looked at Vincent and cocked an eyebrow. Vincent shook his head and sighed and Sephiroth chuckled. He liked it better when he got to pick what he got to do himself because he knew more then anyone what he would look good doing.

In the same set as Zexion and Cloud, Sephiroth leaned against the wall one foot against the wall behind him his hands in his pockets looking at the camera from under his lashes Vincent took a couple pictures before Sephiroth changed his pose again. He took up a rather feral position on the ground one leg out putting him almost in the splits, he had the firs few buttons on his white shirt undone so the way he held his arms made his collarbone rather prominent. He flicked his hair slightly having it fall in his face almost completely so he could glare at the camera through his thick silver bangs. Vincent took a few more pictures. Sephiroth stood up and picked a pose where it looked as though he was stretching his arms up, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side his mouth open slightly. He jut his hip and arched his back, strands of silver cascaded over his shoulder and made a nice contrast against the leather vest he was wearing. Vincent took a few more pictures and Sephiroth walked off the set.

Cloud and Squall had changed again for their pose together obviously. This time around they were obviously trying to highlight the accessories. Both had on white tanks and faded blue denim jeans, Squall only one or two shades darker then Cloud's. Every accessory they had on though was made of leather from their belts, which Squall was still wearing a lot of, to the choker around Cloud's neck which in itself looked like a belt. The gloves Squall was wearing were leather and the boots Cloud was wearing were leather. They went up to back alley set for these pictures. Sephiroth smirked and pulled off his vest and unbuttoned more of the shirt underneath as he made his way to the change room, when he found Zexion though he took a detour to him, "So you're having pictures done with me... at least the next selection looks like it might be a bit more comfortable." He examined the clothes that were selected for him. "Hmm...though you and Cloud...you two have nice thin frames...they should put you two in something skimpier... If it was really sex appeal they were after wouldn't they have me and Squall without shirts on and you and Cloud looking like whores?" he asked with a sneer honestly unable to keep himself from picturing it.

How typical of Sephiroth to make a beeline for him to taunt him some more. While he wasn't agreeing aloud that this part would be a little more comfortable, he did think this would feel better. Just something simple and loose, even, and then a load of assortments to wear. Just too many extra things no one would wear all at once. Zexion didn't make eye contact with the taller man, only examining his own set of clothes that he'd be wearing. Sephiroth's comments were unnecessary and something he could have lived his life without hearing. It almost sounded like awkward advice that the man would like to see for himself. Zexion said nothing, only picked through the stuff. While these were lighter and much easier to wear, all the things they'd be wearing and highlighting now were not so simple and not as easy to wear.

"Why would you think so?" Zexion asked monotonously, picking up an odd cuff. He tried a cuff on, along with its partner for the other wrist. Looking at it, it was odd with its multiple straps and useless buttons. Who would wear this kind of heavy leather for a long while? Sure it looked nice, but how often would you wear something this heavy duty? What else did he have in this pile? With the kind of stuff they had them wearing, you'd think they'd definitely be after the sex appeal kind of gig, but this, apparently, was just professional photography with a brand of clothes and good looking models to wear them.

Zexion was slightly dreading the shoot with Sephiroth, although there was no point in dreading it what so ever since it couldn't be helped. Why fret and mumble over something out of your own control? It would be quick work though, they'd get a couple shots in, take a centerfold pic, and be done. Simple as that, wasn't it?

Sephiroth chuckled and shook his head, "No reason I guess. Now lets get ready... I have more important things to do." He said with a smirk. Taking his clothes and heading for the change room. This time around he was instructed to wear his hair how he normally would down and his bangs parted in the middle but relatively high. One thing that made him chuckle though was similarities to what he had been wearing when he walked in and some of the things he was being told to wear now. Crossed leather suspenders held up incredibly loose pants, no shirt though which he wasn't complaining about, he actually found it slightly ironic how that worked out...He wore a tight necklace but it was just a necklace, sure the chain was actually a strip of leather but it seemed a lot different. Sephiroth was sure that this was just thrown in so the logo could be seen. The pendant the hung just below his collar bone was the brand logo which Sephiroth wore quite often anyways, it was metal but a faded almost brown shade, it worked. Depending on how he posed he was sure people would be able to see the waistband of his underwear. which he found slightly amusing. He wore a fingerless biker glove of black leather with a gold trim on one hand and a belt like arm band high on his upper arm. He didn't care that normal people wouldn't wear some of these things, he made it look he made it so people wanted it, that was his job.The boots he were wearing were pretty much the same as he had been wearing with just one belt around his shin and the the heel was shorter. Seeing as he was quite a bit taller then the person he was posing with her wondered briefly what sort of heels they would be making him wear.

With this 'outfit' or lack there of on he walked back out into the studio and stretched. He looked down at himself, he had never really been a fan of baggy clothing but he could deal with this. Every inch of very pronounced abdominal muscles stood out with this outfit, more so with different poses of course. He noticed Cloud and Squall both glance over at him and nearly the same moment just to get a stern look from Vincent who was still trying to take pictures of them. They were standing face to face looking as though they were about to spring into battle or something. He knew that sort of thing wouldn't work as well with himself so he did wonder briefly what they had in mind for him. But it was better as a surprise anyway so he didn't both to inquire. He walked over to the small table of food they had set up, since this wasn't an all day shoot though the choice was limited. He settled with just taking a bottle of water from a bowl of ice in the middle. He had to admit though...Vincent was probably his favourite photographer...he had worked with the man on many occasions and he knew what he was doing when it came to a camera. He was also quiet unlike photographers he had worked with like Reno and lenient unlike photographers like Larxene.

Sephiroth sat down off to the side and opened his water taking a generous sip of the cold liquid before closing it again and examining it slightly. He put it down on the ground and leaned back slightly resting his eyes for a moment with a sigh. He had to admit though he wouldn't change this life for anything, despite how stressful it could be.

As soon as Sephiroth departed from their 'conversation' Zexion grabbed a hold of the things he'd be wearing. Keeping his hair out of his eyes was too much work that he liked, and for all he knew he'd be changing it or something. When he got to the changing room he carefully removed the things he'd been wearing for the first shoot. Now that he looked at the casual wear, it did look a lot more comfortable, with or without the accessories he'd be wearing now. A half hoodie had been set out, red with a small icon of the brand on the torso. It appeared as if someone had ripped the collar down more so it was a very prominent 'v,' tattered and everything. The end of the hoodie came above his naval, and the rough, worn out jeans he'd been given to wear hung low on his hips. As for the shoes, he'd been wondering, but now he couldn't say he cared for them. They elevated him a bit. Not a lot, but noticeably for him, since he was always short and having to look up at people. Leather boots with a good inch of sole to them, decorated with silver holes and zippers, each zipper with a different chain on the end.

The accessories seemed endless, and now he knew what it meant to be a human Christmas tree. A leather choker fit tightly around his neck, and would feel very uncomfortable if he tilted his head back all the way. A dog tag hung off it, brandishing proudly the brand name. He had the two cuffs with all the unnecessary straps and such, and a stripped leather belt that wasn't even meant for belt loops, since it had a larger width than regular belts. He felt half naked at this point, with a lot more skin showing than he'd ever wear in public. He didn't even wear bathing suits, which was his reason for being so pale. He was a book person, actually. Sun didn't agree with him in the first place.

Walking out semi-awkwardly with the height elevating boots, Zexion went to stand near Sephiroth. Not next to, not behind or in peripheral vision distance, but within speaking range. Raised voice speaking range, ish. He saw Sephiroth with a water that he must have picked up from the food arrangements, and debated if he wanted something too. Maybe later. Sephiroth, he didn't fail to notice, barely wore much clothing, except for the extra accessories. If accessories counted as clothing than they could all be considered officially over dressed. Cloud and Squall looked pretty dressed compared to them. Undressed if they walked out in public, but they'd make it look good, and then no one would care how little clothing they wore in public.

Sephiroth lifted his head when he heard someone approach his eyes rested on Zexion and he smirked as he looked the man over slowly. He couldn't help but have his gaze rest on the heels, he had expected something much higher then that. He wasn't going to say anything though. He was sure now he agreed that this was quite a bit more comfortable then wearing leather from head to toe. He chuckled slightly, "It suits you..." he said loud enough that Zexion would be able to hear him and the slightly mocking tone the words seemed to carry. He looked over as Cloud and Squall walked off the set and towards the change rooms again. Sephiroth frowned lightly though he had known it would be three different outfits for this, though again he still only reluctantly called what he was wearing a outfit. He stood up and cracked his neck he fiddled around with the rim of his pants before deciding to tug the waist band of his boxer up enough so the label along the side that said in bold letters SOLDIER would be relatively visible with just the slightest tilt of his body and if they wanted anything done with his hair, tilting was very likely.

"I do hope you're ready." He said to Zexion as he walked onto the back alley set. He noticed now that there were a could trash cans set one next to the other and and right off the set he noticed a throne looking chair and he had a feeling he knew who would be sitting in it. Or possibly standing on it. He laughed lightly. Vincent jerked his head in the direction of a bare stretch of wall. Sephiroth nodded and leaned against is crossing his legs and putting one hand on his hip the other beckoning Zexion forward, "Kneel." he stated knowing what Vincent was going for. "And look at the camera like your pissed off." he had a cocky look on his face. With Zexion in front of him he would lazily rest his other hand in his slate blue hair. Some of his own silver hair fell over his shoulder but most of it was still behind him.

Photos with Sephiroth, wonderful, Zexion sighed. He was demanding and arrogant with his position as possibly the top model, and very experienced with anything that his job threw at him. He believes he has the ability to command the others under him what to do? Zexion glanced at their photographer, who just nodded in accordance to Sephiroth's instructions. Sephiroth must have taken the words right out of his mouth, even though he didn't speak all that much in the first place. Why did this guy work here again?

"Of course I'm ready," Zexion muttered back, kneeling in front of Sephiroth, not even needing to pretend an angered or irritated expression for the camera. Sephiroth made natural facial expressions of annoyance come to him, and this time he would choose to show it instead of showing impassiveness. They were almost done, just a little bit more to hang in through. Who would have figured just getting your picture taken a bunch of times for the attractiveness and advertising could take it out of you? Maybe it was just the built up stress catching up to him now that the end of this was in sight.

Vincent snapped a couple pictures from two different angles as Sephiroth idly played with Zexion's hair. Then Vincent nodded towards the trashcans Sephiroth nodded, "You can sit down on one of those..." Sephiroth said to Zexion tugging on his hair. "Hmm I have a good feeling about this one..." he said practically strutting the few paces over to the cans. They were a very dim silver and far from shiny, even Sephiroth's hair had a more impressive sheen to it. He put one knee up on the can he was glad they weren't that tall or it may have been uncomfortable, though from looking at them up close it was obvious the size of them must have been adjusted for the shoot because he wouldn't be able to put his knee up on something like this if it were the normal size. He motioned for Zexion to sit down next to him. "lean forward slightly rest your elbows on your knees, your feet on the ground. Clasp your hands together. Let me deal with the position of your head...give an angry yet embarrassed look." Sephiroth instructed. Vincent looked at him with a stern look. Sephiroth cocked an eyebrow at him. The scarlet eyed man sighed and nodded. Sephiroth knew what he was doing and he knew what Vincent would be able to capture well.

He looked back at Zexion with a sneer, "You must hate this. Being ordered around by a fellow model like this, especially if it's someone like me. Trust me...you're not the only one...and you probably won't think like that for much longer." he stated more under his breath but still to Zexion. He knew Zexion would not like what he and he was sure Vincent, had in mind but Sephiroth was going to love the reason he was going to get, like he always did. Sephiroth leaned forward slightly more of his hair fell over his shoulder with that small motion, like a silver waterfall. With this degree of arch in his back, his abs would be very well defined and his underwear wold be visible.

Doing as he was told, but with dignity, opposite of the way Sephiroth might be trying to make him feel, Zexion obeyed, for the sake of appearing like he knew more of what he was doing than he believed he really might. He only knew what the place wanted, but that didn't mean he knew professionally why or what they had in mind. Sephiroth seemed to have acquired this talent and therefore knew what the photographer had in mind before he spoke. Zexion sat next to the silverette, leaning forward, trying not to be as awkward as he felt it might be, resting his albows on his knees, and the boots helped him definitely reach the ground. For once, sitting on something, his feet didn't dangle even the slightest above the ground. Maybe leaning forward helped too. He wasn't one for sloppy posture. Hands clasped together, he mustered the embarrassed half of the look they wanted. It wasn't hard, but he didn't usually express that half of him. He didn't have to, most of the time. He tried to make it feel more natural than forced.

"I don't hate this, but I don't completely care for it either. I'm not one of those passionate models that none of the others appear to be." And of course he wouldn't admit with words that Sephiroth issuing orders bugged the heck out of him and his pride. "Why wouldn't I think like this for much longer?" Zexion asked, keeping the question from messing with the expression he was supposed to be holding. What was this pose going to portray that required them to be like this?

Sephiroth chuckled, "Don't think you can fool me, I've been around people as stoic as you for years." He glanced at Vincent who gave him a sharp look back getting another chuckle out of the pale model. He played with his own hair a little pulling it out to the side and letting a few strands fall around Zexion's shoulders. He leaned forward a bit more managing an angle for himself where his hair did not mask his face. He took Zexion's chin in his hand and tilted it upwards, he kept the chin in his hand and leaned even closer a smirk on his lips his head tilted back yet his neck craned forward. "Hmm, No reason." he stated in answer to the question unable to help but chuckle as he neared his face even closer to Zexion's his eye lids were lowered slightly and he looked at Vincent and the camera out of his lashes at the corner of his eyes. He placed his free hand spread on the lid of the can next to his leg the SOLDIER pendant dangled a mere inch away from his skin around his neck.

People as stoic as him? Like Cloud and Squall, and their photographer? What was he trying to fool Sephiroth with? Well, whatever. What was important was that Sephiroth was nearing him, adjusting his arrangement. Zexion was a little resistant just because of the physical contact, but he let Sephiroth move him for the picture. He knew what he was doing anyway. He was pretty sure the embarrassment on his face upped a little, and he fought to control the minor confusion and turn it back into the anger that was supposed to be there. He should have seen something like this coming. He wondered how he must look right now, not how the photographers wanted him to look, but compared to how he usually looked. He felt pretty ridiculous right now, expressing so much, and in such poses and clothes.

Sephiroth gave the slightest of nods as Vincent started to snap a few picture, as the clicks of the shutter passed through the small space of the set as Vincent moved and got different angles Sephiroth continued to move Zexion's head a round, moving his own face from near Zexion's temple down to his neck, whatever the position of Zexion's head allowed. He knew he was pissing off Zexion and thats what made it great. At times his lips would brush against Zexion's cheek or ear, he didn't care part of being a model was not letting stuff like this get to you. He had done worse for his job and would do much worse in the future.

When Vincent lowered the camera Sephiroth let go of Zexion's face, "That it Valentine?" he asked with a cocked silver eyebrow. Vincent nodded. Sephiroth chuckled and turned to Zexion as he straightened out, stretching his back slightly, "So one more change of clothing." He said with a laugh. He was curious but not to curious. Knowing SOLDIER and the person he was pretty sure was behind this whole shoot this one would make the brand the most obvious but would also contain the most of what they were highlighting. And Sephiroth knew he was the producers favourite. Himself and Strife were two Sephiroth knew he couldn't turn down. He looked at Zexion, "So that part wasn't that bad was it? The next bit might be a little worse..." he said with a sneer.

Zexion tried to let it go past him the movements that Sephiroth had them going through. He tried to ignore it as just a pose thing, but he shivered lightly, barely perceptible to the eye, except to the one touching him. He knew he would have to ignore this all if he had to keep on doing this business. Models didn't fall in love with one another. Maybe a secret one night stand, but they weren't supposed to hook up. That was only supposed to be staged for the camera. Zexion could imagine it might ruin publicity for the models involved. Gain a few, maybe, but lose more, so it wasn't quite the win-win situation.

It was a relief to be finished with the intimate pose with Sephiroth, be it that he was just messing with him or just getting into his job. The former was much more likely, Zexion believed, but the latter wasn't that far off from believing either. Sighing lightly, Zexion replied, "why? What would we be doing for the last pose?" He did think it could get worse, but how much worse? These men were very attractive but their personalities probably weren't much to experience. Zexion had nothing to worry about hanging out with them, except maybe Sephiroth. He didn't see Sephiroth messing around with Squall or Cloud much.

Sephiroth smirked, "Well...I'm not completely sure but I have a feeling one of us will be playing the king very soon, and lets just say...the producer loves me." he said with a laugh before walking off towards the changing rooms he noticed that Squall and Cloud were lounging around but when they saw Sephiroth their ever present frowns deepened. "Hmm, I'm sure you guys know Lazard enough to know what sort of thing is set up for the next shoot." He said with a smirk. He picked up the clothes he was to wear for the last shoot the other two sighed. Cloud turned away from Sephiroth and into one of the changing rooms. Squall ran a hand through his brown bangs before following suit.

Sephiroth got changed quickly because there really wasn't much to change. He had a long leather jacket which reached his calves. He was instructed to leave it open and so the crossed suspenders he had worn last time would be visible. Another belt was added to what he had been wearing before. A large stiff leather belt with the SOLDIER insignia pressed into the front of it. It was an off black colour, nearing a shade of brown. He pulled on some leather gloves and let his hair fall naturally and that's all there was to the outfit. He liked it, it was definitely something he would wear. He stepped out of the changing room and stretched again.

Cloud and Squall finished getting changed a short while after Sephiroth was done getting ready. They were both wearing outfits that looked like something they would wear day to day. Lazard knew his models...maybe to well. One thing Sephiroth did notice was that they were all wearing matching black leather gloves. Cloud had straight leather pants and a leather belt. He wore a cloth skirt off one hip though and something almost matching off the leather shoulder pad he was wearing. He wore a vest with a common pattern for SOLDIER. His boots were interesting, instead of being tied they zipped up one either side of the tongue and were folded over at the top as though they could go higher, the last few inches of his pant legs were tucked into the front of his boots.

Squall was wearing a white shirt with a very low collar that showed off a good bit of his chest. He wore a leather jacket with a white fur trim. An assortment of brown and black leather belts hung around his hips and a cloth much like Cloud's but much shorter and with a fur trim hung of his hip. His pants too were straight and leather.

Sephiroth made his way into the studio again and sat back down where his water was, he saw a few of the workers fiddling around with the sets and he saw the throne being pulled into a large empty space with a gradient black to white background and floor. They really seemed to like the black and white theme for the leather shoot it was rather amusing. He wondered briefly what they would have Zexion wearing but the thought didn't linger. He took another sip of his drink as he thought over possible poses that could be done in a completely empty set with just a chair.

Heading straight for the changing room, clearing his mind from the shot they had just done. Okay, last thing they'd be doing for the day. Zexion would have to expect longer shooting days in the future. Modeling, as he suspected, would have to consist of him having to lower his pride just a little to follow instructions of those he was posing for and with. Zexion observed the thing he'd be wearing for the final photoshoot, keeping Sephiroth's last comments in mind. Something about a king, huh? Obviously the more superior member here was the king. What were they? The servants? Cloud might end up being the prince or something, he could fit it well.

Removing all the accessories he had worn for the accessories highlight, Zexion picked up the newest outfit for him. Pants with the material similar to what a good pair of slacks were set out, plain and simple black pants, only tighter than slacks could be. Not quite skinny jean tight, but not even close to slack loose. A semi heavy cloak, mostly made out of leather, with a chain crossing the neck line, twin chains on each side of the coat where it zipped up. Zexion kept the hood down for now, though he might have to put it on later. He left his hair down too, as it added to the possible mystery aura they might be aiming for by putting him in the dark leather cloak. He had different leather boots to step into, even though they didn't look that much different from the elevating ones he was wearing now, they didn't quite highlight the height thing.

Taking a deep breath that was more of a sigh, almost, Zexion stepped out of the changing room and stepped to the set where they were waiting. It looked quite easy, Cloud and Squall had on pretty decent clothes, while Sephiroth wore something that made him stand out from what they wore. I made him look more powerful, more grandeur than them. That was probably the point of making him king here. More black and white for what they'd be posing for. What were their roles for this here this time?

Sephiroth smirked as he looked over Zexion he could say honestly that he really like the cloak it seemed tight but not to tight, just enough to show the slight curves in his waist. Sephiroth stood up and headed towards the set walking onto it and looking at the gray scale chair in the center Vincent who was fiddling around with the camera sighed, "You can get yourself comfortable, you're sitting for the first pose." It was probably the most he had said during this shoot so far.Sephiroth smirked as he looked at the photographer, "I imagined as much." He said as he sat down. He crossed one leg over the other , one arm over his leg and his elbow on the arm of the chair. He rested his chin on his hand and looked off to the side as he waited for the other to get ready. Squall and Cloud were instructed to stand on either side of Sephiroth facing away from him as though they were body guards, stern looks on their faces, they did as they were told. Zexion was instructed to sit on the ground in front of Sephiroth with his hood up. His legs in near splits with his knees bent and his hands on the floor in front of him. Sephiroth smirked he had been expecting something like that for the first pose.

Zexion observed what was going on for the first bit, taking note with a mild degree of amazement when the photographer, as depressingly silent as he was, spoke to Sephiroth casually. Sephiroth was the king here, literally and for their pose. Zexion could admit that the man played the part well, as his air of magnificence or superiority held him higher above the others here. This next pose he'd be doing looked uncomfortable, and he'd have to make sure he didn't appear so. Why was he Sephiroth's slave or toy or whatever in these shots they had together? Was it his height? Was it because he was the newest and they believed he was unable to do much else that would draw attention to him? Zexion put his hood up for the photo, in front of Sephiroth. It felt like he was supposed to be ready to bolt, or ready to fight or something. But wasn't that was Cloud and Squall as 'bodyguards' were for? What was he then for this? A sex pet?

Vincent took a couple pictures at different angles before motioning for the four to change positions. Sephiroth smirked and stood up on the chair to sit/lean against the back of the chair one leg crossed over the other. He motioned for Cloud to come forward. The blond model nodded as he sat down on one of the arms of the chair, one leg propped up and his arm resting on his knee. His body still turned away from Sephiroth. Squall mimicked the same position on the other side. "Now Zexion, just be comfortable, take down your hood and sit on the chair." Sephiroth stated patting the cushioned chair with his leather boot. There was still plenty of room left though leaning forward would be something a person would want to do Zexion wouldn't be allowed to do that. "And lean back...if your back isn't touching my legs you're not doing it properly." He instructed with a smirk. Cloud and Squall looked up at him but didn't say anything before looking back at the camera.

Tugging down the hood and fixing his hair that had become askew from the cloth, Zexion moved from the position with the others, sitting down in the chair. Almost done, almost done, was what he mentally reminded himself with a mental sigh to follow. He wondered if he had anything better to do today. Whenever he had another photoshoot, if Sephiroth was as big as he seemed to be, then Zexion might wind up seeing him more often. That was either very good or very bad to be paired up with him. Zexion made sure his back touched Sephiroth's legs, like he said, so he was doing it properly. Cloud and Leon took this job so silently, and they took Sephiroth's orders well too. They must have been used to him being in charge of everything, other than the staffers and photographers.

Vincent took some more pictures before lowering his camera and Squall and Cloud walked off with a sigh. Sephiroth smirked as he jumped off the chair and offered a hand to Zexion to help him out of the plush chair. "The only reason we work so face paced...is because they are all used to working with me." He stated smugly, "I run this business, you better learn that quickly." he stated with a laugh and a smirk. Rufus was talking to Vincent. Squall and Cloud were gone again, probably getting changed again. Sephiroth knew more about the two though, like the 'relationship' they were in and how their whole careers based on keeping it a secret. They obeyed Sephiroth mainly for the reason that he would not hold back on telling their managers what he knew if they got on his bad side. That was only one reason they listened to him though, other things were more the same reason Vincent listened to him, a little fooling around here and there but overall out of respect. He was older then the other three by between 12 and 3 years, he had been in the business for 13 years now, much longer then someone like Squall who had been working as a child model until he was 15 and recently became a true male model and Cloud who had been working as a model for 3 years. Vincent had been a photographer for 7 years and he quickly became Sephiroth's favourite despite the fact that he knew much more popular and older photographers. Rufus had been his manager for 5 years, before him it had been his father, but he had grown up with Rufus so he was someone he could work with easily...and he was one of the only people stubborn enough to put up with Sephiroth and his cocky nature. Sephiroth thought for a moment before asking, "I've been wondering...exactly how old are you?"

Grudgingly Zexion accepted Sephiroth's helping hand to detach himself from the chair. He said nothing to older's comment on his supremacy, even though Zexion knew it was true. Squall and Cloud had disappeared from the spot pretty quickly before anyone could say anything. Zexion was wishing he had done the same too instead of taking a moment to breathe and think. "I learn quickly," Zexion assured him. Heaven forbid Zexion, known as the high school's "bookworm", who happened to graduate as the valedictorian a year early, no less; unable to comprehend what he was supposed to uptake quickly in mind, and possibly upset the platinum haired man before him who had some sort of god complex. Zexion's eyebrow twitched as he made his way for the changing room. Time to get in more comfortable clothes. "How old do I look to you?" he asked, getting this question all the time. He got a range of people saying he looked like a sixteen to seventeen year old. Stupid shortness. If he were half as tall as Sephiroth, maybe he wouldn't get harassed so much about his stature. Sephiroth would hopefully guess his age correctly, because he technically had to be an adult to sign the modeling contract without parents.

Sephiroth chuckled as he walked beside Zexion. He held his hands behind his back and looked up his silver hair falling out of his face at the angle. "Well..." He thought for a moment before overtaking Zexion and stepping in front of him holding his face in one large hand. His long thin fingers tracing across his cheeks as he examined the shorter man. "That is a difficult question because you do seem very young...your height must not do your age justice." he stated with a smirk and a slow shake of his head. "I'm going to say 18 or 19...at the most 20..." He guessed letting go of Zexion's face. "How old do you believe I am?" he asked out of curiosity continuing to walk towards the changing room but standing in front of Zexion again when they reached the doors. A smirk on his face and a long thin silver eyebrow cocked up.