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"Seph! They're
sleeping!" Cloud cried from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Fuck me!"

"Hell yeah! Just
gimme one second," Sephiroth called, nearly slipping in the
shower.

It had been
approximately one month since they'd engaged in actual, real live,
utterly satisfying, nail scratching, sweat dripping, hair pulling
sex. A few hurried blowjobs and fleeting dry hump sessions had
gotten them to this frantic point. For the past week especially, it
seemed like any touching or physical contact whatsoever drove them
wild with a desire that was not destined to ever be quenched.

Sephiroth was returning
to work the next morning. The thought of him being gone all day,
maybe even nights, maybe even for weeks terrified Cloud. He'd
gotten used to their routines, and their simple little life... but he
knew it had to end, and he had to be strong about it. And in an
effort to stay away from the subject and not be reduced to tears, he
focused on the boys.

Earlier that evening,
Cloud had been changing Zacky's diaper, while Sephiroth was finishing
up on Lucas'. They stood side by side in sweat pants and t-shirts,
and had barely spoken a word the entire day that wasn't in a high
frequency baby talk.

"You boys are
making a whole lotta stinky, smelly dookies lately!" Cloud
chirped shrilly, pausing to press kisses on the soles of Zacky's
flailing feet and make the baby gurgle happily. "Smelly dookies
from Zacky!"

"Baby shit is
concentrated evil," Sephiroth agreed in his own version of baby
talk, refusing to let the word 'dookie' pass his lips no matter how
high he forced his voice to climb.

"Powder please?"
Cloud asked, and reached out for it with one hand. As Sephiroth
passed the container, the tips of their fingers touched... and it was
nothing short of electricity.

They paused and stared
at each other for several seconds. When Cloud finally spoke his voice
had sunk down into a smoldering octave, burning with enough intensity
to startle the General, "... Hello."

"Hello ..."
He rumbled back, admiring the contrast of Cloud's yellow hair framing
his handsome face. He loved everything about that face; perfect lips,
that fine bone structure, and those arresting blue eyes. Lately Cloud
had been spending any free time reading or napping out by their pool,
and the sun had kissed him all over. It left Cloud with a charming,
permanent blush to his cheeks... Sephiroth wanted to follow that
example and run his tongue up into all the places the sun hadn't been
able to reach, and make his cheeks blush even more intensely.

With a hitched breath,
Sephiroth's fingers busily tucked Lucas into his diaper to keep them
from grabbing Cloud and pulling him to bed by his beautiful blonde
hair.

"Look at me,
Sephiroth," Cloud almost whispered, his hungry gaze darkening
into something nearly sinister.

His eyes slowly turned
back to Cloud's and were trapped by the desire he found there. "...
Tell me what you need."

"I need us,"
Cloud's nimble fingers tucked into the waist of Sephiroth's
sweatpants and pulled him closer to bump their bodies together. "I
know you have things on your mind. I know you have to go back to
work, but... Please don't forget about me. You own me. Don't let me
forget it, eith- "

Without another word
they shared a scorching kiss right there in the nursery. It escalated
out of nowhere like heat lightning, and Sephiroth pulled Cloud up
into his arms by the backs of his thighs. Body to body, they couldn't
fathom letting go until they were completely satisfied. It could take
forever with the way Cloud's body wriggled in his arms.

"God,"
Sephiroth snarled, one hand going up to hold Cloud's skull in place
as he ravenously consumed his lips. Cloud could feel his heart
racing, making every single point on his body pulse from his temples,
to his wrists, to his cock. He nuzzled it against Sephiroth's firm
stomach, trembling as his mind swam with visions of what they would
do to each other.

It was about that time
that Zacky decided he didn't appreciate his diaper change being
interrupted.

His piss had amazingly
accurate aim, but fortunately the source was too small to reach high
enough to make a head shot. But Sephiroth's sleeve and his
illustrious hair did not escape from being soaked.

Cloud swooped down out
of Sephiroth's arms to fold over Zacky's diaper in an attempt to
catch the baby's stream, but the damage was done. Although he was
incredibly frustrated, his touch was gentle and his words still came
out at a sweet and cooing octave, "That's gross, Zacky! Don't
peepee without your diaper on!"

Zacky made no further
comment.

Sephiroth took a fresh
diaper and used it to wipe his arm, and slowly began to laugh from
the ridiculousness of it all. What else could he do? He was
unbearably erect and covered in baby pee. He glanced down to see
Lucas on the changing table, staring up at him with a rare, lopsided
smile.

"It's not that
funny," He said with a sigh, and tossed the diaper into their
canister. "Can you put Lucas in bed? I'm gonna go grab a
shower."

"... Sorry,"
Cloud giggled. And so Sephiroth showered, and anticipated Cloud
forcing him to get a good night's sleep.

But now the game had
entirely changed! The stupid babies were the ones asleep! And
Cloud was waiting to get pounded!

Sephiroth toweled off
faster at the delicious thought of it, and was unable to resist
pumping his cock a few times as he looked at himself in the mirror.
His body looked good. Not perfect, but good.

Sephiroth felt urgency
course through his veins, but since he had the looking good part
down, he wanted to smell and taste good as well. He gave himself a
quick blast of cologne, and then hurriedly brushed his teeth. There
was nothing that could be easily done about his damp, tangled hair,
so he threw it over one shoulder and emerged naked from the bathroom
like a predator, expecting to find Cloud waiting, ready and splayed
in some provocative position.

He was splayed,
alright. During the three minutes that he'd been left waiting, Cloud
fallen asleep in the starfish position wearing only his t-shirt and
one sock.

"... Cloud?"
Sephiroth bent over to push the shaggy bangs out of Cloud's face and
was greeted with a deep snore. Utterly passed out. His boyish
features weren't lifted and twisted with sexual need, but were
instead soft and relaxed enough to resemble an angel at rest.

Sephiroth sighed and
let Cloud's hair bounce back into place, not even having the heart to
wake him and move him underneath the covers.

Unfulfilled, Sephiroth
harnessed his sexual energy into cleaning the apartment. He gathered
up the dishes, collected stray bits of baby laundry for a load in the
washer, and cleared any clutter into a trash bag. Sephiroth then
remembered the bag of dirty diapers that needed to be taken out as
well. He quietly entered the nursery to retrieve it, and saw that
while three of the boys were sleeping, Tommy was still wide awake.

Cloud had picked out a
different bedding theme for each baby, complete with a musical mobile
hanging over each crib. Zacky slept amongst stars, astronauts and
spaceships; Jamie had a cutesy Pooh-bear theme; and Lucas had chunky
planes, trains and automobiles of all types.

Tommy was given happy
jungle animals as his totem, and was staring up at the mobile of baby
elephants, monkeys, lion cubs and alligators. Sephiroth crept forward
and leaned on the edge of his crib. With a couple of quiet turns of
the dial, the mobile's gentle tune wafted out and it began to rotate
slowly.

Tommy became hypnotized
by the display. Sephiroth brushed his fingertips over his son's
miniature hand, and felt a secret surge of satisfaction when Tommy
grabbed on. He held Sephiroth's finger and watched the mobile until
his eyes couldn't stay open any longer. His grip only loosened
slightly as his breathing became slow and steady.

The babies were now two
months old, and it was time for him to resume his duties as General
of the Shin-Ra army... and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how
that made him feel.

Back to days full of
military duty, training, fighting, and leading an army. That was what
he needed most in his life, right down to the cellular level. It was
what he was designed for. Not changing shitty diapers, dealing with
fussy feedings, or calming squealing brats… not kissing petal
soft skin, or inspiring those drooly baby smiles, or seeing them
learn something new everyday.

He’d been with
them every moment of their lives for the past eight weeks, but that
was such an incredibly short length of time in hindsight. It occurred
to Sephiroth that he'd been with them even longer than that. Since
the very first moment that this awkward universe decided that these
children needed to exist, Sephiroth had been close to them. Repelled
and disgusted by the thought of them, of course... but close to them
nonetheless.

He supposed he was
experiencing some mild separation anxiety. He puffed out a breath of
air until the little monkey hanging over Tommy's crib swayed in the
breeze.

There was no financial
reason to return to his duties. He had enough money to take care of
his family for the rest of their lives. Sephiroth indulged in a brief
fantasy in which he swiftly resigned from his position at Shin-Ra. He
paid off their new apartment, put a sizable trust fund away for the
boys and lived his life comfortably with Cloud as a… daddy.

And when the babies
grew, he could pursue other interests. Sephiroth didn't even have any
hobbies outside the combat realm, but he could find some. They could
travel or something. Or Cloud would be able to go back to SOLDIER if
he wanted... or the two of them could create even more beings to take
care of.

No fucking way
was he giving birth again. He was a machine, but not that kind
of machine.

He took his finger back
from Tommy and retrieved the smelly diaper bag before he had anymore
stupid, sentimental fantasies. He’d see the babies every
morning and night. Unless he was away of course, in which case Cloud
would document any developments with the camera.

They’d be fine
without him.

After dropping the
trash down the rubbish chute in the hallway, Sephiroth was satisfied
with the cleanliness of the apartment. But satisfaction derived from
a task completed was nothing compared to the satisfaction he craved
from Cloud. Sephiroth could almost taste him.

For the first time in
recent history, he considered pulling up some dirty videos he and
Cloud had made together and rubbing one out. They weren't too
explicit and mostly contained talking and giggling and other amateur
silliness, but Cloud was fantastic on camera. He never hammed it up,
but he always seemed to find a way to make each video memorable and
utterly un-deletable. They were moments that Sephiroth enjoyed
reliving when Cloud was away on missions to get through rough patches
of temptation or loneliness.

But Sephiroth couldn't
masturbate and pine for his lover who was merely a room away. It was
beyond pathetic.

Determined to reignite
their passion, he stomped back to the bedroom where Cloud was still
in the same ridiculous sleeping position. Sephiroth nimbly yanked off
Cloud's sock, but was more tender in helping to slide his shirt off
of him. With a little adjusting and several groans of protest, he and
Cloud were under the covers together.

“Cuddle me!”
Cloud demanded on an impatient whine, urging Sephiroth closer with a
sharp tug on his wrist. Sephiroth was happy to scoot in close behind
Cloud and hold him tight. Once their limbs were locked in a familiar
way, Cloud sighed. "Don't let me go 'til I'm sleeping again..."

... He was so not
getting laid. Sephiroth was disappointed and already
uncomfortable laying on his side, but Cloud was warm and his bare
skin felt like silk under the covers. He'd take what he could get.

With a resigned sigh,
he put his nose in Cloud’s yellow hair and waited for him to
return to slumber. It was counter productive, but Sephiroth spoke in
the dark, “Will you miss me tomorrow?”

“No. I'm so
fucking sick of you,” Cloud claimed, despite backing up closer
to absorb Sephiroth’s warmth.

Sephiroth smirked.
“Good. I'm fucking sick of you, too."

“Your tummy’s
flat and hard again!” Cloud complained moodily. “You’re
more comfortable when you’re fat.”

“I can’t do
my job if I’m fat,” Sephiroth retorted. “Maybe
you’ll get fat staying home and sitting on your ass?”

“I lost five
pounds...” Cloud murmured, and the sad tone made Sephiroth feel
guilty for teasing him. Weight was always a sore subject with Cloud,
who had to fight for every ounce of muscle he ever gained. Such a
loss in weight just meant that he was losing that muscle.

“You'll get time
to train. We’ll get some protein in the house. You won't lose
another pound,” Sephiroth promised.

"Feeling skinny
makes me feel ugly."

"Cloud, you are
drop dead gorgeous. You aren't skinny at all. You're my little
powerhouse SOLDIER..." Sephiroth pressed his groin against
Cloud’s ass. “... And you're so nice and juicy right
here.”

Cloud was silent and
still for a moment, until he took the bait. "... Really?"

Jackpot. "Uh
huh... When I fuck you from behind, it bounces just a little. And I
love the way it moves when I slap it."

"You're a dirty
man!" Cloud gave a sleepy imitation of a giggle.

"Give me some of
this fat ass ..." Sephiroth purred against his ear, and nestled
the length of his growing arousal between Cloud's warm, smooth
cheeks. It was a perfect fit.

Cloud seemed torn for a
moment before he exhaled helplessly, "I can't, Seph."

"Are you sure? You
seemed ready a little while ago..." Sephiroth hissed into his
ear, oozing seduction as he slid his hand over Cloud's hip to search
for that hard cock that had been grinding against him in the nursery.
Sephiroth wanted it down his throat.

"I still want you
Seph... but Tommy wouldn't sleep at all today, he was so wired for
some reason. And last night you had the earplugs, but Jamie was a
little poopoo machine and I didn't want him to make a big dookie in
his sleep and get a diaper rash so I waited around for him to - "

"Enough," He
abruptly cut Cloud off. It was probably the most difficult thing he'd
ever done, but Sephiroth settled his hands in a chaste location and
stilled the teasing movements of his hips. "Stop talking about
baby shit and go to sleep."

"Are you mad at
me?"

"Furious,"
Sephiroth mumbled, and kissed Cloud's ear. He let his lips linger
just a moment, leaving a warm imprint of his affection. "Put
some earplugs in tonight and rest."

"I love you,"
Cloud said, and sat up to stuff the plugs in his ears before resuming
his position curled in front of Sephiroth.

When he promised to
hold Cloud until he was asleep, Sephiroth didn't count on being the
one to drift off first.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sephiroth
closed his eyes under the hot shower water, trying to block out the
needless worry.

The
actual morning of his first day back at work had greeted him with
soul deep dread. Perhaps it was just because it was finally
happening,
but a million awful scenarios were rampaging through his head.

If
any terrorist, enemy government, or obsessed whack job brought harm
to his mutant children while he wasn't there to protect them ...
Sephiroth would never forgive himself. The next best thing was to
have a highly trained SOLDIER there with them, to watch for warning
signs, to get them out if there was an emergency, and to take a
fucking bullet if the need arose.

The
mannies were coming to help with the babies - diaper changing,
feeding, cleaning, etc. The SOLDIERs would perform these duties
without complaint. But the prior week, Sephiroth had taken initiative
to call each man personally, and let them know that if any harm
befell Cloud or any one of those strange little creatures that they'd
made together ... Sephiroth would pull a blitzkrieg unlike anything
they'd ever seen before.

And
the mannies knew Sephiroth was a man of his word. Only one of them
stepped down from the duty out of intimidation, but the rest were
prepared to die for the survival of Sephiroth's offspring. Or as
punishment for failing to protect them. And then there was the matter
of Sephiroth drinking the blood of their loved ones, but that was
mostly just bull. Mostly.

When
Sephiroth came out of the bathroom, the bed was made and his black
leather uniform had been laid out for him. He dressed slowly, looking
at himself extensively in the mirror and making mental notes of where
the uniform felt tightest, and where tiny muffins of flesh spilled
over. He hadn't lost all the baby weight yet, but he was getting
there. He pulled on his coat, sucked his stomach in, and left the
room.

Sephiroth
peeked into the nursery and found four deeply slumbering babies. Any
other morning he would have been thrilled that the boys were still
sleeping so quietly, but he wouldn't have the chance to see them for
another thirteen hours. He found himself wrestling with the
temptation to turn the lights on and jostle them all awake, or to let
them slumber and perhaps have a quickie with Cloud before work.

He
felt his heart pulled in two directions, and in the end he decided to
be selfish. He scooped up the nearest one, which happened to be
Jamie. The infant shifted in his arms, a tiny whining noise gurgling
in his throat. Sephiroth patted his back, "Sorry, buddy. Just go
with it."

Cloud
was in the kitchen preparing bottles on the stove. His back
straightened when he saw Sephiroth gracing the kitchen in full
uniform. "Morning handsome! Did he wake up already?"

"Yeah,"
Sephiroth lied, bouncing Jamie as he began to vocalize his
displeasure, as though he was attempting to tell Cloud the truth
about being woken up on purpose.

"Oh
such a grumpy little man," Cloud crooned to the infant, craning
his neck out to kiss his scowling little face. He then smiled up at
Sephiroth, going up on his tiptoes to give him a much more intimate,
lingering kiss. "... You look very sexy this morning, General."

"You
passed on this last night," He reminded him. He secured Jamie in
one arm and used the other to pull Cloud closer and kiss him
thoroughly, letting his tongue dance against Cloud's in an expression
of all the things he wanted to do to him the night prior. Cloud put a
tiny moan into the kiss, letting one hand slide down Sephiroth's hip
and dig into the flesh appreciatively.

He
pulled back, and his expression was uncertain. "I'm so, so sorry
about that. I hit the bed and I was like, totally out. I wanted to
... I still
want to..."

"I'm
not in the mood," Sephiroth sighed demurely, letting his eyes
roll around the room before landing back on Cloud and narrowing in
humor.

"I
won't ever pass again!" Cloud purred, and his wet lips spread in
a lopsided smile. It looked oddly familiar. Then Sephiroth realized
that when grumpy little Lucas could be convinced to smile... it
virtually mirrored Cloud's. He'd never noticed until then, and it
made him pull Cloud in for another dose of those smiling lips against
his own.

"Can
I get that in writing?" Sephiroth grinned when they came apart,
bouncing Jamie slightly.

"I'll
do a line of coke tonight if I have to," Cloud declared, and
brushed his finger over Jaime's nose. "Put that brat down, you
need to finish getting ready and eat your breakfast. You have a big
day! Let me make you something yummy! How about some waffles?"

"I'm
on a diet, don't tempt me," Sephiroth went to the cabinet where
his health food stash was located. Meal bars were all he was eating
at that point in his haste to return to peak physical condition.

"Okay,
no waffles," Cloud turned to the stove to rotate the bottles
again before he went to the fridge. "But please have something
more than a protein bar."

"I'm
sure I've got desk work today, it'll be plenty."

"You've
got a longer day ahead of you than you think, and you're gonna feel
like shit by lunchtime. Take a bar for a snack later, but let me make
you some eggs and fruit," Cloud insisted as he began preparing
the light meal.

Sephiroth
decided not to push the issue, and would eat what Cloud gave him. It
was likely that he would be sparring that morning, so he'd make the
energy input and output balance. He knew Cloud liked a little extra
flesh to grab on to, but he just wanted to feel like himself
again. Like lean, mean General Sephiroth again.

Sephiroth
was born and bred to be a killer with no feelings, no heart, no
compassion. Sephiroth then looked at the infant in his arms and
wondered if he even knew who that person was anymore.

There
was a chorus of whimpering from the nursery Cloud tsked, "Will
you bring them out for me?"

Sephiroth
laid Jamie in one of the four highchairs, which were designed to hold
an infant with comfort. It was yet another transforming piece of baby
furniture that would morph into something more appropriate when the
boys began to grow and would be able to sit up on their own. It was
Cloud's department to think to purchase these things, because
Sephiroth never would have even conceived that such a thing existed.

Another
genius invention that he couldn't imagine doing without was the baby
sling. He'd been embarrassed of it at first, but it quickly became
vital. Sephiroth snatched it off the kitchen counter and brought it
into the nursery. Tommy stopped crying when Sephiroth appeared; he
never seemed to be one to make noise unless he needed to. Lucas
wasn't so considerate, and screeched even after Sephiroth tucked him
into the sling. Zacky was shaking his hands and bopping his feet
around already, making full use of his limited motor skills.

He
took the three to the kitchen and strapped them into their chairs,
making a complete set of hungry quints who looked expectantly at
their fathers. Sephiroth reached for a bottle to check the
temperature, but Cloud took it from him. "You don't have time,
finish getting ready."

Sephiroth
felt his heart sink. He didn't let it show on his face, but Cloud
tilted his head and searched his eyes for a moment before handing the
bottle back. "You get to do Zacky, then."

He
was the hardest baby to feed, by far, but Sephiroth plucked Zacky up
and folded him into the sling, careful that the babies' kicking feet
didn't get tangled in the material. Sephiroth then pushed the bottle
into his mouth, already reaching for a nursing towel to catch the
dribbly, spitty liquid that pooled from the corners of his lips. The
baby needed to be fed two bottles in a row, only because he spat up
more formula than he swallowed.

"It's
okay, pal. Keep trying," Sephiroth murmured encouraging words,
despite the fact that Zacky was making a mess of them both. The baby
was hungry and uncoordinated, so there was no use in getting upset
about his inability to eat properly. Aerith had assured that he would
grow out of it.

Sephiroth
let Zack eat, and took time to smell the soft, unique scent of his
wispy platinum hair. It felt almost bristly under his lips. Sephiroth
supposed Zack might have inherited Cloud's unique hair texture, and
he mentally wished the poor child luck with that bullshit.

They
were almost ready to start the second bottle when there came a knock
at the door. Cloud moved to answer it with Lucas in his arms, but
Sephiroth stopped him. "I'll get it."

He
quickly secured Zacky back into his chair before marching to the
door. He almost wished he'd taken Cloud's advice to finish getting
ready, as he didn't exactly looking imposing in bare feet, ribbons of
milky baby drool all over his coat, and a blue towel with puppies on
it resting on his shoulder. He snatched the nursing towel off, wiped
himself as best he could and tossed it aside.

He
yanked the door open with a cutting expression directed at whoever
stood on the other side.

A
second class SOLDIER named Jude Mitchell stood at attention in
civilian clothes. "Reporting for duty, Sir!"

Jude
was about Cloud's height, possessed a very strong build crowned by a
boyish face. Sephiroth slowly dissected everything about him. His
freshly washed and gelled hair, his well fitted t-shirt, his slightly
loose, yet fashionable jeans, his slip on canvas sneakers, his
dogtags ...

Sephiroth
found him attractive. Cloud would find him attractive. And the two
would be alone all day playing house with his
children.

"...
SOLDIER," Sephiroth greeted coldly.

"Sir!
I brought donuts. I gathered intelligence that confirmed you prefer
chocolate filling," Jude held up a bag of delicious confections
that totaled roughly one million calories. Sephiroth hated him
already.

"Jude,
you're a little early!" Cloud called, peeking out under
Sephiroth's arm. "Did you find the place alright?"

"Yeah!"
He answered, relaxing a little as Cloud appeared. "I gave myself
time to find it, but it was pretty easy. I hope you don't mind that
I'm here already."

"No,
no, we're glad to see you! Just excuse the sweatpants," Cloud
reached past Sephiroth and pulling the manny by the elbow to the
kitchen. "Come meet our boys!"

Sephiroth
watched from afar as Jude was introduced to each child. He made the
appropriate ooh's and ahh's, and touched each child on their soft,
chubby faces and hands. Cloud pulled Tommy up, the most easiest to
hold of all the babies, and settled him into Jude's arms. And like a
fickle little traitor, Tommy snuggled against him and even allowed
the slimy bastard to start feeding him.

Cloud
was well aware of Sephiroth's sudden mood swing, and patted Jude's
back. "Will you be alright for a second? Seph just needs some
help finding his boots."

"Yeah,
we're all fine in here," Jude smiled, consumed with the novel
task of feeding an infant.

"Be
right back!" Cloud said jovially, but his expression turned to
helpless worry as he pulled Sephiroth far into the living room. The
shades were already drawn and the sun was flirting with the horizon,
creating rosy light. "What is it? Do you not want to go today?
You don't have to go today if you're not ready..."

"I
have a bad feeling about him," Sephiroth whispered.

"Why?"
Cloud pleaded almost silently, his arms folding around Sephiroth's
waist. "He's a good person. Flawless record - he's even up for
first class promotion in a couple months. Amazing fighter. Loves kids
- "

"What
a catch," Sephiroth scoffed. "Bet you won't be too tired to
get fucked by him."

Cloud
froze, utterly baffled. "... I'm gonna give you a chance to
retract that statement and apologize to me. Before I get very
fucking Nibelheim up in here."

Sephiroth
hissed. "Why is he so hot, huh? He's a fucking supermodel. The
other ones looked like average dudes."

"You
said the other ones were too burly!" Cloud whispered shrilly. "I
purposely added a few guys to the roster from my own unit, guys that
looked a little more like me to make you
happier! Do you honestly think that appearance factored into my
decision over who helped me look after our kids? Besides, he's
completely straight!"

"Oh
bullshit. Like there's a man on Earth who wouldn't go gay for you,
Cloud Strife."

Cloud
rubbed the bridge of his nose. "... Seph ... You're being
irrational. And frankly, a little bit stupid."

Sephiroth
was nearly seething. "I don't want them to like him too much.
And I don't want you
to like
him too much."

"I
love you," Cloud murmured. "And they love you."

"Hardly,"
Sephiroth scowled. "They tolerate me because I feed
them."

Cloud
was schooled in how to handle Sephiroth when he was this way. He let
the comments slide off his back and did his best to react with
kindness, "How about this? Today at work, go pick up some
surveillance cameras from the tech department. Tonight we'll set some
nanny cams up and you'll be able to make sure that the mannies are
behaving. That's totally normal for a parent to do. You can tune in
and watch anytime you want."

"Okay,"
Sephiroth wouldn't admit how much he liked that idea. It instantly
calmed him.

Cloud
sensed the relief in his lover's demeanor and hugged him closer. "I'm
still a little hurt that you think I'd ever go for someone else. In
front of our kids, no less? You are all I want, and all I'll ever
need. Don't you trust me?"

"I
do trust you," Sephiroth admitted, and desperately tried to
regain his composure. "I'm sorry for the outburst. I'm just... a
little bit of a mess right now. I'm sorry. Really."

"Talk
to me," Cloud murmured, clasping his hands on the other side of
Sephiroth's back.

"I
want to go back. I need to work. But I also wish..." Sephiroth
quickly stopped himself. "Just give me a couple days to get used
to this new routine. I'll be fine."

"Everything
will be fine," Cloud agreed, smoothing his hands down his
lover's back. "... I love our communication these days. A spat
like this would have lasted weeks before our boys came along."

"I
think we're just too tired to play angry couple games."

"We
mastered those games," Cloud's hands tightened into his leather.
"I think I like this better, though. A lot better."

Sephiroth
leaned down to touch his nose to Cloud's, when a pleasant smell
brought both of their heads up. They went back to the kitchen and
found that not only did Jude have Tommy in the sling and eating
comfortably, he was also preparing their eggs for the morning.

Jude
glanced up, "Sirs! I saw the eggs and butter on the counter, I
thought I'd help. My dad owns this little breakfast and lunch place
out near the Canyon? Mostly just a trucker pit stop, really. He
taught me everything about - well, uh, anyways. Hope you like them
scrambled, General?"

Feeling
more at ease, and frankly sort of appreciative of a sexy guy in his
home cooking for him, Sephiroth nodded his approval. "Thank you
very much, Mitchell."

Jude's
eyes filled with wonder, and he ducked his head shyly. "Sir!"

Sephiroth
ate his breakfast quickly while Cloud gave Jude a brief tour of their
home. The final minutes ticked away, and the sun crawled it's way up
past the horizon until it was time for him to leave. Sephiroth looked
towards the nursery, listening closely to ensure that the other men
were busy and would not be coming back anytime soon.

Once
privacy was confirmed, Sephiroth crouched down to hug each baby and
lay a generous amount of gentle kisses on top of their soft, feathery
heads.

"Bye
guys," He told them once each boy had gotten smothered in
affection. Four sets of bright eyes stared back. Sephiroth almost
expected one of them to pipe up and suggest he take another few weeks
off. Maybe a few years. Maybe forever.

But
the only actual response was Lucas spitting up down the front of his
tiny shirt. Sephiroth reluctantly left his babies in the kitchen to
poke his head into the nursery, where Cloud was showing the new manny
where all the different baby care supplies were stored.

"I
should be going," Sephiroth said. "Luke made a mess of
himself, but I have to leave you with it."

"It's
bath time, anyways," Cloud smiled, coming forward to pull his
lover to the door.

"Call
me if there are any problems."

"Okay,"
Cloud walked with Sephiroth to the door, while Jude went into the
kitchen to unstrap the boys one by one for their morning baths. Once
they were away from the manny, Cloud tucked himself into Sephiroth's
arms. "... I'll miss you all day."

"I'll
leave work at six," Sephiroth said calmly, still trying to
prepare himself mentally for the rapidly approaching moment when he
had to let Cloud go and walk away from the apartment. "... I'll
be home quarter after."

"I
know. I'll have some dinner ready for you," Cloud's handsome,
young face lit up with the most gorgeous grin at that prospect. "I
sound like such a little housewife!"

"You're
not a housewife, and you're not little. You're a SOLDIER. You're
strong, capable, and you're the father of my... little weirdos. Take
care of them," Sephiroth kissed his cheek. "I love you."

Cloud
closed his eyes, and when they opened there was hunger there. "I
love you, too."

Sephiroth
tightened his hands on Cloud's hips, and his long fingers stretched
to dig into the curve of Cloud's ass through his sweatpants. "I
don't care how tired you are tonight. I'm wrecking this thing one way
or another."

Cloud
bit his lower lip, and playfully pushed Sephiroth out into the
hallway. He didn't speak, but the tilt of his hips and the devilish
smile on his face said it all. He then took a step back into their
apartment and gently shut the door.

Sephiroth
put his hands in his coat pockets, unable to wipe the smile off of
his face the whole ride to work.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"General!"
His secretary gushed, nearly leaping out of her chair when she saw
him turn the corner.

He
was a few minutes late in finding the new office. It was tucked away
on the accounting floor, which was notorious for going millions of
gil over budget by the self-indulgent people who ran it. With looming
cathedral ceilings, stained glass, marble floors and ancient statues
lining the halls, Sephiroth had actually been a little bit
intimidated in approaching his own office.

He
didn't need all this. Not at all. It disgusted him to think a floor
like this really existed in the Shin-Ra building. It felt more like a
museum than a place to work.

"Good
morning," He answered, relieved to see a familiar face in this
decadent setting. "How have you been, Shelly?"

"Awesome!
... I hope you don't mind, but I already peeked inside..." She
admitted, grinning wildly as she opened the massive iron door to his
new office for him. "How are the little ones?"

"They're
disgusting," He answered politely, and tried to keep his face
neutral as he walked inside.

The
President had been beside himself when Sephiroth had announced his
leave, unsure if he was ever going to return. Since Hojo had washed
his hands of the entire Promised Land project after Sephiroth's
difficulties in Nibelheim, President Shin-Ra felt lost. He had walked
on pins and needles around the supernaturally enhanced SOLDIERs
without the security of having a medical leash on them. Especially
General Sephiroth. He was living proof that the Shin-Ra Electric
Company was guilty of child abuse, child labor, conspiracy,
embezzlement, unlawful imprisonment, genocide, illegal human
experimentation, and every single type of war crime imaginable ...

If
there was one person Oprah would come out of retirement to listen to,
it was General Sephiroth. He could ruin Shin-Ra in a single half hour
interview.

In
his fervor to secure Sephiroth's employment at the company, and to
maintain his control on his mighty physical power and enormous
political influence, he'd constructed a brand new office for him. It
was kind of fun to see the President scurrying, but actually walking
into the place, Sephiroth almost regretted it.

All
of his things had been transferred and organized, but everything else
was stylish and ornate. The floors were glistening black marble, the
sitting area was utterly posh with spotless white couches it's own
little modern chandelier hanging over it, the bookcases were detailed
with ancient Wutain carvings, the desk was polished obsidian ...

Sephiroth
snorted, unable to fathom how he'd get any work done in an atmosphere
more suited to a 18th century palace. "This place is absolutely
grotesque."

"I
know!" The secretary agreed. "Have you seen my
new shit? We got totally upgraded, it's unbelievable!"

He
turned in a slow circle to appreciate the place. He then noticed a
door. "Where does that go?"

"Check
it out," She grinned.

He
had a hunch of what it might be, but opened it without expectations
for fear of letting himself down. But when he found that he had his
own
bathroom complete
with a sauna, hot tub, showers and a massage table. "... I could
cry right now."

"I
know!" She gasped. "And we have a new espresso station, and
a direct line to the cafeteria, and a there's even a panic room! It's
so fucking legit!"

"Well,"
He declared, straightening his back and turning off his bathroom
light. "I'm certain we have a huge mountain of work to get to,
so go to your battle station."

"Yes,
Sir!" She agreed gleefully, and closed his door behind her.

Once
he was alone, and let out one good, but brief spin on the ball of his
foot. A little bit of luxe went a long way, but this? This was
disgusting in the most beautiful way. He didn't know if he loved it
or hated it yet, but was leaning toward the latter.

He
settled into his new chair and booted up his computer, still finding
little touches here and there, right down to a bowl of gourmet candy.
His mouth watered for chocolate and he was glad his phone rang to
provide a distraction from temptation. He took a moment to examine
the new system before pushing a button to answer through speaker
phone. "Yes?"

"Oh!
General Sephiroth! You did come in today, after all!" The
President's voice filled the air until Sephiroth picked up the
receiver.

"Yes
Sir."

"I'm
positive the new work space is to your liking?" He inferred,
smug in the knowledge that he had properly spoiled his Silver
General.

"I
suppose it'll do," Sephiroth replied with a demure sigh,
expertly holding back any hint of sarcasm. "It seems a little
more fitting for a General who's made you billions - if not trillions
- for you every single year of his employment."

"...
You are a very valuable member of my staff, General Sephiroth,"
The President's voice was already shaking with rage.

"The
most valuable,"
Sephiroth corrected, spinning idly in his new chair. "But
General Hewley and General Rhapsodos have been with me every step of
the way, and deserve equal share of credit for our successes. With
everything that they've contributed to this company, don't you think
having them sit in a stock office on the Executive floor is a bit ...
Tacky?"

"Are
you suggesting they have offices on your new floor?"

"How
are we all supposed to communicate with me up here and them down
there? It's not practical."

"Your
suggestion will be considered," The President growled.

"Consider
it a demand, then. I want my fellow Generals up here... within the
week. Relocate everyone else on this floor. We'll need the whole
thing."

"The
whole floor?" The President shouted.

Sephiroth
nearly quaked with pleasure. Himself and the other Generals had
always dreamed of having a place to hide. Now they'd have a whole
fucking floor to themselves. No fat, self serving executives
allowed. "Of course. We need office space, We'll need room for
our meeting and strategizing, and a sufficient break area. And our
poor, overworked secretaries really should have a spa - I heard the
media department gets their own spa. But we'll need most of the floor
to accommodate a training gym."

"I
just built you your own goddamn gym on floor 40! I bet you haven't
even set foot in it, yet!"

"But
that's not very handy, considering my new office is all the way up
here on the new
General's floor.
I'm assuming it's not too much of a hassle to just move it up here."

"...
Sephiroth, you're being a little bit picky." The President
gritted, and 'picky' came out sounding a lot like 'cunty'.

"You're
being a little bit cheap. If my needs aren't met... I won't be able
to do my job properly," Sephiroth smiled, spinning his chair in
the opposite direction. "You probably are aware that I have four
new additions to my family, and I would relish an early retirement to
stay at home with them. I could easily just liquidate every last gil
of my assets and stocks in this company and walk. I'm sure your
money would
be enough to give my boys a decent college education... and their
children, and their children's children, and their children's childr
- "

"You
know I need you, Sephiroth," The President interrupted harshly.
"Your demands will be met."

"By
Friday."

"...
As soon as possible,"
He shouted. "But you have my word the arrangements will be set
in motion immediately."

"Thanks.
And speaking of my kids, they'll be in need of a place where they can
visit their daddies at work . Cloud's still on the reserve, you know.
So leave ample space for a playground up here... I want you to find
them a real, antique pirate ship and have it brought to code and
customized. With a slide. And four swings. And space inside for them
to nap and store toys. And create an aquarium with the scariest,
craziest looking fish you can find - and definitely a shark! And a
big sandbox. And make sure to attach it to the new gym so Cloud and I
can watch them play while we train. I'm sure if you start planning
the construction now, it'll be ready for them by the time they're
able to walk."

"Have
you lost your goddamn mind?"

"They're
simple demands, President."

"I
expect this to shut you the fuck up forever, Sephiroth," The
President roared. "I don't want to hear another goddamn
complaint out of you, not until the day I die!"

"You
got it, boss. Oh, and could you please remove all of the garish
statues on this floor by noon? I don't want them to be there the next
time I leave my office," Sephiroth chuckled, and hung up. He
wiggled his fingers, feeling adrenaline coursing through his body.

Sephiroth
had the power and Shin-Ra had the money. Sephiroth wanted Angeal and
Genesis to have the facilities of their dreams. Sephiroth wanted
Cloud to have a place to train, and feel comfortable bringing the
boys. And he wanted the boys to have... a shark.

Well,
the shark was actually for him. There was no harm in indulging in a
few childhood dreams of his own.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Over
the course of the two months that he was away from work, Sephiroth
had accumulated over 4,000 emails, had been opted out of 73 missions,
had missed 27 meetings, and had neglected the troops of his presence
for an estimated 300 hours.

Every
email had to be answered. Every mission report had to be read and
understood to the smallest detail. Every meeting summary had to be
looked at. And he had to make up time with the men and ensure they
were fit for the army.

Sephiroth
felt like quitting.

In
four hours, he managed to hack his way through half of the emails. As
it turned out, a good portion of them were 'Get Well Soon' and 'We
Miss You' type messages upon the announcement of his personal leave.
Then upon news of the boys they turned to 'Congratulations on your
little ones!' messages.

He
took the time to glance at each one, and composed one massive letter
of thanks to all the people who took time to think about him on such
a personal level. He explained Aerith's fake story about the creation
of he and Cloud's test tube children, and even proudly included a
picture of the brats for all to behold.

Once
that was done, he took his lunch and was extremely tempted to call
Cloud. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he needed
to call.

"Hello?"
Cloud answered, his voice slightly strained.

"How
are things?" Sephiroth replied, chewing on his meal bar.

"Jamie
made a biiiig, stinky dookie. And he keeps wanting to hold my hand
with his tail, it's so fucking cute and annoying at the same time,"
Cloud sighed a little bit, gently chastising the baby for being so
squirmy. "Luke is sleeping but his diaper is most definitely
next. I'm gonna call Aerith later because all of their shit is still
smelling like toxic waste and it's freaking me out. But Tom and Zack
are in the rocky swings. Jude's washing out the baby bath tubs,
they're gonna get another one after they eat again."

Cloud
was speaking a new language, but it was one that Sephiroth was well
acquainted with. "Want me to talk to Aerith about the shit? I'm
going to see her in a little while."

"Yeah,
okay. I miss you," Cloud cooed. "I think Jamie misses you,
too. Do you miss your daddy, Jamie? Wanna talk to your daddy?"

"No
please - "

"Say
something to your son!" Cloud cried, sounding far away.

There
was a silence that Sephiroth could only assume was Cloud putting the
receiver next to Jamie's tiny ear. He rolled his eyes. "... Hi
Jamie. Try to make all your dookies
while I'm at work. And make sure you guys go to sleep early, because
your daddies need some time to play. Spread the word to your
brothers... I miss you."

The
moment Sephiroth began talking, Cloud held Jamie close to listen to
whatever he had to say. He smiled, waiting until Sephiroth was done,
and let a pause roll by before responding. "... He heard you."

"Bullshit."

"We
were both listening," Cloud resumed diapering the little boy.
"How's the office?"

"Ugly,"
Sephiroth lied. "I'll tell you about it when I get home."

"Can't
wait," Cloud said, and the sounds of him shaking powder onto
Jamie's butt could be clearly heard. "Have a good day and don't
tire yourself out. Feel free to come home whenever you want. Like
right now maybe?"

"I'm
too important to leave now," Sephiroth told him with a smirk.
"... But I'll be home soon. Love you."

Cloud
still wasn't quite used to hearing these words come so readily from
Sephiroth. He savored it until a strong odor hit his nose and caused
him to physically recoil. "Dear God! I gotta go honey, Lucas
needs a new diaper before the smoke alarms go off. Love you, too!
Bye!"

Cloud
kissed into the phone and left Sephiroth with a dial tone. He had a
little check up with Aerith that afternoon, but decided to drop in
sooner rather than later. He had been sitting all morning and frankly
needed to look at something other than a computer screen.

He
was a little startled when he walked out of the office and was
confronted with absolute chaos. The once tranquil, cathedral-like
atmosphere of the floor was now bustling with angry looking
accountants carrying boxes out of their offices, and construction
workers pacing to and fro, busily making plans.

Sephiroth
couldn't contain a grin when he noticed that every single statue had
been removed.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Aerith's
workspace in the Medical labs looked more like a greenhouse. She
tried using natural means of cultivating medicine, and most of her
funded experiments and research revolved around that. Sephiroth found
her speaking to a small cluster of botany students, half of which
resembled hippies. A young man with a fashionable afro and yellow
tinted frames on his eyes stood a little straighter when Sephiroth
entered the room, but the rest of the students remained cavalier and
unimpressed with his militant presence.

"Hey,
Sephiroth!" Aerith smiled, and continued draining a clear liquid
from the stem of an exotic flower. "How are you today?"

"I'm
perfectly fine. But the kids have an issue."

Aerith
deduced that it was nothing serious from Sephiroth's calm tone, and
so finished her extraction. She handed the full syringe to one of her
assistants and gave some sort of order in their medical language. The
students busied themselves and Aerith guided him to an evaluation
room and shut the door.

"Before
we talk about the babies, how are you feeling?" She asked. Like
a female Mr. Rogers, she removed her gardening labcoat with another
one for the purpose of doctoring. "Any discomfort? Any sort of
oddness?"

"I'm
tired, but that's just new parent stuff," Sephiroth admitted.

"I
know it's the last thing you want to do, but can I take one more look
underneath to make sure you're all healed up?"

Sephiroth
refrained from rolling his eyes. He was spared from the view of his
ass being blasted open by five huge eggs, but apparently Cloud and
Aerith had been emotionally scarred for life. He supposed the damage
was even worse to look at than to feel, and he certainly hadn't
squatted over any mirrors to check it out. He wanted to put that
horror behind him.

But
for the sake of health, he removed his clothes and accepted a paper
gown, and submitted to Aerith's gentle prodding.

"You're
almost back to normal," She decided.

"Almost?"
Sephiroth inquired. "It feels normal to me.'

"There
are tissue scars," She clarified, taking off her gloves and
covering Sephiroth up. "But I think that will fade with time."

Sephiroth
didn't say anything else on the matter, and let Aerith check the rest
of his stats. He was healthy.

"I
want you to ask me questions if you need to," She said as
Sephiroth put his clothes back on. "Anything."

Sephiroth
wanted to dismiss the invitation, but there were several things he
was wondering about himself that he didn't particularly want to ask
in front of Cloud. It was rare to be able to talk to Aerith without
Cloud around ... "The answers stay in this room?"

"Of
course," She promised.

"I'm
only asking this out of pure curiosity: Can I reproduce again?"

There
was an odd expression on her face, and it immediately made Sephiroth
regret asking. But she spoke professionally, "To be totally
honest with you, I don't even know how you did it the first time.
Rest assured that you are male, and your body does not produce eggs.
Even the estrogen hormone in your system isn’t at unnatural
levels for a male. But the eggs were just spontaneously... there. And
Cloud fertilized them at exactly the right moment. I have no idea if
you'll ever do that again. But to give you a complete answer; your
uterus is dormant at the present time."

"I
prefer the term 'doobie', please."

Aerith
smiled, "The doobie is dormant."

Sephiroth
crossed his arms. "So let's say in some alternate reality...
Cloud wants to fertilize
me again. Nothing will happen?"

"You
could consider yourself either lucky or unlucky that the very first
time Cloud fertilized
you, you two achieved reproduction. But with your mysterious anatomy,
it's impossible to say if the eggs appeared because
Cloud fertilized, or if they were there and Cloud's sperm responded
naturally to their presence. The only way to tell is through
experimentation, and I really don't think you want to have sex under
a microscope to find out."

"You're
right," Sephiroth agreed sternly.

"Based
on what Jenova communicated to you in the reactor, I'm guessing she
has the power to remotely influence your ability to produce eggs. But
also based on her... inaccurate prediction... of how many children
you would ultimately conceive, I'm guessing her control ends at the
time of conception."

"You
don't really have much of a life, do you?"

"I'm
a student of the natural world," Aerith admitted. "Not to
freak you out, but ... My life is pretty much centered around your
reproductive system lately. I made fascinating discoveries studying
the eggshells! And also from the remains of your daughter. I'm still
so, so sorry about that."

"It's
alright. She took after her daddy and got donated to science,"
Sephiroth shrugged. And when Aerith's face split into concern and
horror, he had to chuckle. "I'm joking. Cloud sort of forced me
to process all of it and ... I'm fine."

"She's
being treated with dignity, I assure you," Aerith put her
clipboard under her chin. "... Would you like to see?"

"Spare
me that," Sephiroth grunted. He was still trying to erase the
mental image of the thick fluid inside his unborn daughter's egg. He
could vaguely remember parts, tiny clusters of tissue, but couldn't
bear to explore the memory. He instead wanted to communicate another
issue that he couldn't in front of Cloud. "When you've gotten
all you can from studying her, I want her to rest with my mother. I
think I'd feel at ease knowing she's close to her... Grandma."

Aerith
seemed utterly affected by the request, and all but hugged Sephiroth.
"Absolutely! I'll save a small sample, and the rest can be sent
to Nibelheim. We can take it there personally if you want."

"I'd
like that a lot. When can we go?"

"I'll
look into my schedule, but certainly sometime this month would work
for me. I'm sure you have a lot of things to catch up on, though..."

"I'll
make time," Sephiroth then thought aloud. "Guess she'd be
near both grandmas, technically."

"Zack
kind of filled me in on that whole situation... So does Cloud's
mother know, yet?" Aerith asked.

"No,"
He said bluntly. "Another question. Do you think there's a
permanent solution to my ability to reproduce?"

"We
could remove the doobie..." Aerith offered, her eyes lighting up
at the prospect of digging around in Sephiroth's body.

He
quickly shook his head, "I'd rather not go removing organs. God
knows what else that might effect."

"It
doesn't have to hinder your sexual expression," Aerith smiled,
looking away with an unprofessional hint of shyness. "Just make
Cloud wear a condom."

Sephiroth
raised his eyebrows in a look of mock boredom, but was glad to have
his unspoken question answered. Condoms were a little bit of a
hassle, but they weren't so bad. Cloud might even get a kick out of
it. He was lost in thought until he remembered his second purpose for
being there. "Oh yeah, speaking of bullshit - the boys are
crapping constantly. It's like mud and it smells like toxic waste."

Aerith
frowned, "Sad tummies? What are you feeding them?"

"Same
thing as always," Sephiroth shrugged.

"Oh,
there's your problem. The premie formula is way too rich for them
now," Aerith waved her hand dismissively. "Switch to
regular baby formula right away. I should have thought to tell you
guys, I'm sorry. Start feeding them that tonight, and they should
feel much better in a day or two."

"Wait..."
Sephiroth paused for a long while. "So... they're big enough for
regular baby formula, now?"

"Weeks
ago," She agreed, writing hurriedly. "But don't worry, I'm
sure you didn't hurt them aside from a little discomfort. Are you
still bringing them in next week for their checkups?"

Sephiroth
was lost in though until he realized he'd been asked a question.
"Oh... yeah. Cloud's bringing them in next Wednesday."

"Good!
I'll make you guys a chart, so you know at which stages they should
be eating which food," She chirped happily. "Before you
know it they'll be ready for applesauce! I'll get back with you about
the final arrangements for your little girl. Have a great day!"

Sephiroth
picked himself up and shuffled out of the lab. Once he was in the
elevator, he allowed himself to exhale. He'd managed to hold back
tears from the entire session, at the mention of his dead child, at
the fact that Cloud's mother didn't even know,
at the reality that his mutants had grown so much already. The fact
that they needed regular baby formula shouldn't have been such
devastating news, but Sephiroth was imaging the day when they'd be
eating puree food. Then normal food. And talking. And walking.
Playing. Fighting. Expressing themselves.

And
Sephiroth realized with dread that he wouldn't be there to see any of
it. At least he could fix that much.

With
a single tear streaming down his cheek, he repeatedly pressed the
elevator floor button for the tech department. He was going to
requisition an arsenal of covert monitoring equipment and enough
digital memory to record those little mutants for years without
stopping. He wanted everything on tape. First words, first steps,
fights, failures, triumphs, everything. He would not miss a single
important moment.

Maybe
someday they could be shared with both grandmas.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sephiroth
bought several things at the store on his way home.

The
most important was the proper food to give his children. He stood in
the aisle for several minutes, reading labels and comparing
nutritional content before making his decision. He bought three cans
of regular baby formula, and one for sensitive stomachs to ease the
transition. He really was tired of changing shitty diapers.

The
next item was a box of condoms to have on hand... just in case they
did that ever again.

Eh,
who was Sephiroth kidding? He loved it.

But
according to the length and girth chart on the condom boxes, Cloud
required a medium.
Seven inches was only a medium?
Sephiroth had to check it twice, because he could hardly believe that
Cloud's cock, which felt huge
inside
him was only considered average. But even though it was somewhat
insulting, Sephiroth would gladly offend Cloud's manhood rather than
buy him a larger size and have the thing slip off during sex. But
then again, Cloud couldn't feel too bad about an organ that had
managed to produce four kids in one fell swoop.

The
third item Sephiroth bought was a box of icy hot packs, because
Genesis had completely destroyed him. After breaking the news about
their new work space, they had a celebratory battle on the training
floor. Angeal stayed out of it, but Sephiroth had been forced to push
every single part of his body to the breaking point.

He
did not lose the match, but the victory had cost him dearly. And who
else but Zack Fair decided to step up for sloppy seconds? He didn't
show Sephiroth the slightest shred of mercy, and had treated him to a
huge victory won fair and square. He could get fat, get pregnant, and
sit at home for two solid months and still kick the asses of two of
the best warriors Shin-Ra had.

But
once he was back in the privacy of his office, he was left feeling
like a Cadet on his first day of training - reamed. He'd managed to
fracture his left hand in several places, but that part of his body
was always used to abuse and had managed to knit itself back together
by the early evening.

And
the last item that Sephiroth purchased on his way home was a carton
of sugar free frozen yogurt. He fucking deserved it.

He
left the supermarket at half past six, and realized he was already
late in getting home to his family. He drove there quickly, and was
tremendously excited as he fumbled with his keys at the door. He
finally managed to get into the apartment, and went to drop his bags
in the kitchen. The post-dinner mess had already been cleaned up.

Sephiroth
was startled when he realized he wasn't alone in the room. He was
greeted by Tommy, who was resting in his high chair and looking up at
Sephiroth with lidded, sleepy eyes.

He
scooped the baby out of his high chair and felt his body surge with
some kind of unidentified hormone. Just holding his children and
listening to them breathe sometimes made him feel this way, a calm
euphoria. Tommy didn't usually go for the hair, but in that moment he
did.

Sephiroth
felt the tug and smiled. "Hi buddy."

He
heard Cloud's voice coming from the nursery, and followed the sound.
Sephiroth found him laying Lucas down. Jamie and Zacky were already
fast asleep.

"Hey
you!" Cloud smiled excitedly, but his voice was a faint whisper,
"I was just about to lay Tommy down, too. He doesn't need
another bath, he was a very clean eater tonight."

"Nice,"
Sephiroth said, and handed the baby over after carefully extracting
his silver hair from Tommy's hand. He watched as Cloud tucked their
child into his crib with care, and smoothed his head before backing
away like he was a time bomb.

"They
had a couple naps today, but Jude kept them up the past couple hours
for us," Cloud whispered, pulling Sephiroth out into the hallway
and silently closing the nursery door.

"Where
is he?"

"I
sent him home about twenty minutes ago," Cloud came closer to
tuck himself under Sephiroth's arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't get
around to making dinner for us, yet. You hungry?"

"Nope,"
Sephiroth forgot all about his muscle pain, and nearly threw Cloud
over his shoulder in his haste to get him to the bedroom. He dropped
Cloud onto the mattress and immediately began to peel his clothes
off. He was only wearing soccer shorts and a cotton hoodie, but
nothing else he'd ever worn felt as good to take off of him. The soft
cotton revealed softer skin, and the clingy fabric of his shorts and
underwear slipped down his slim thighs easily.

Sephiroth
kissed Cloud's stomach, and inhaled the scent of baby powder
lingering on his skin. He rubbed his cheek against Cloud's honey
blonde pubic hair, before rolling back up on his hands to kiss his
mouth. The movement left Sephiroth's ass arched in the air, and Cloud
closed his eyes and let his bare feet brush over the inviting curve
while his lover's lips rolled against his own.

Cloud
trembled, pressing his bare skin against leather. He had so many
things to say, to demand... but he let it bleed from his mind as
Sephiroth kissed him. It was a feeling that reminded him of being a
virgin, a cadet, of being inexperienced and new in the arts of making
love. Now Cloud knew everything by the book, but that uniform still
felt powerful and hot against his naked body, and he knew it always
would.

But
as good as leather felt, he knew Sephiroth's burning skin was so much
better. "Boots?"

It
was the hardest part of Sephiroth's uniform to strip off, and they
paused in tasting each other to loosen the metal straps. Once they
were off of his legs, Cloud made quick work of Sephiroth's coat and
pants. His body felt solid and strong, and Cloud admired it with his
fingertips.

"You
have bruises all over you," Cloud commented, circling a
particularly large one on Sephiroth's ribs that had yet to fade.
Somehow the purple marks only enhanced his mass and muscle; they were
evidence of hard work.

"I
fought," Sephiroth explained simply. He pressed their foreheads
together and whispered. "I won."

"Good,"
Cloud growled, becoming drunk on in the masculinity that Sephiroth
exuded. It was a welcome change of pace from the soft and nearly
feminine way they both acted around their children. They were still
trying to find that balance, but tipping the scales in the complete
opposite direction felt amazing and necessary. "We never got a
chance to really fight, did we?"

"We
will soon," Sephiroth said, kissing across Cloud's jaw. "I'm
not letting you get lazy. You're coming to train with me. I want
those pounds back on you."

"All
it took was four babies to make you finally want to train with me,"
Cloud grinned. He'd always pestered Sephiroth for lessons or at least
a sparring match, but the General had always been too busy, or too
aware of how the favoritism would appear. Not even in private would
Sephiroth let go and battle Cloud, and it resulted in several huge
arguments and an ocean of hurt feelings.

But
that was a different period in time. Sephiroth decided to finally be
honest, "You know I have a reputation. I'm unbeatable. So I was
always a little nervous about facing you... because it just won't be
fair."

Cloud
rolled his eyes slightly. "I know I'm small, but - "

"No,"
Sephiroth smiled, laying his body flat against Cloud's. "When we
fight, it won't be fair to me.
You
know all my weak spots. You know spots that even I don't fully know
about."

Cloud
paused to let that sink in, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.
He ran his fingertips down Sephiroth sides, making him shiver. "Like
that?"

"Exactly..."
Sephiroth nodded, his eyes clouding over with desire.

"I'm
not going to be able to do that in a fight, though," Cloud
giggled, running his fingers back up and left a trail of goose bumped
skin behind them.

"You'd
be surprised what that kind of information can do," Sephiroth
purred. "You could ruin my reputation, Cloud. Easily."

Cloud
closed his eyes, burying Sephiroth's ridiculous words with kisses.
His lover had no reason to flatter him, so he was forced to take them
as truth... And it made his body shake with anticipation as he folded
his legs around Sephiroth to restlessly offer himself. "Seph...
hurry."

"I
don't want
to
hurry," Sephiroth told him, soaking in the sensation of strong
legs wrapped around his waist. The smallest movements were making
Cloud tremble and the highly responsive, virginal thrill was too
sweet to rush. "We've finally got time... I'm gonna do this
right."

Cloud
groaned in frustration, and it lifted into a drawn out sigh when
their lips met again. He framed Sephiroth's face with his hands and
enjoyed the silky brush of his hair, every inch of smooth skin, every
muscle that was carved from underneath it. Sephiroth's mouth left
his, and the soft, plush lips began to move down his neck. They
popped against his nipples, hard and sudden enough to make Cloud gasp
out in surprise. Sephiroth's eyes met his as he continued kissing his
way down, and his lips finally slid over the throbbing vein of his
cock.

Cloud's
entire body twitched in response. He stifled any sounds he would have
made with his hand as Sephiroth's mouth sucked him in, surrounding
his most sensitive part in moist, sucking heat. It ended far too
soon, and Cloud opened his eyes to watch Sephiroth extend his tongue
and run it over his balls, and down below.

He
gasped against the back of his hand, not wanting another outburst to
be the one to wake their children. He couldn't even imagine stopping.

Sephiroth
pushed his thighs back, and let his tongue languidly brush between
his ass cheeks. It then nudged into his hole again, hard enough to
make it pucker. Sephiroth smiled audibly before driving his tongue
inside, his nose pressing against Cloud's balls and inhaling the
scent of his arousal dreamily.

Cloud
wanted to scream. He reached down with one hand to pull his ass cheek
back, opening himself further for Sephiroth's hot tongue. It felt
even stronger than fingers, and flicked with far more dexterity.
Cloud felt Sephiroth's saliva drip over the curve of his ass, warm
and slow against his skin.

"Fuck
me with your tongue," Cloud whispered, uncovering his mouth to
reach down and push the back of Sephiroth's head closer between his
legs.

Sephiroth's
head shook ravenously, like some feral animal that was savoring the
fruits of a hunt. Then his head came up suddenly, his lips wet and
red as he thrust two fingers into Cloud. to occupy the space

"You
taste so good," He gasped out, fucking Cloud with his fingers as
his eyes burned with green mako fire.

Cloud
twisted on the bed to search for lubricant. He had more than enough
from Sephiroth's saliva, but knew the man would enter him quicker if
the hole was lubed properly. Cloud finally found it and fumbled,
pouring way too much on his lower stomach before finally getting some
on the target.

Sephiroth
tilted his head and rubbed it into Cloud's skin, making him nearly
glisten. He liked the sight so much he took the lube from Cloud and
squirted nearly the entire thing on his flat, toned stomach. They
were both trapped in such a lust crazed state of mind that they
didn't even skip a beat before spreading it all over each other with
greedy hands.

Cloud
reached down to grab at Sephiroth's arms, yanking him close, "Now...
do it..."

Sephiroth
looked down to watch his slick cock push into Cloud. The sight of
Cloud's pink hole swallowing the rigid, curved tip was more than
enough to get him off, and he felt his balls literally pulse with the
initial waves of orgasm. He was forced to use every ounce of self
control, right down to the cellular level.

Sephiroth
gradually pushed in all the way before he let out the air he'd been
holding. "... So good."

"Been
waiting for you," Cloud spoke softly, and his arms stretched out
to pull Sephiroth closer.

They
shared kiss as Cloud's body enveloped Sephiroth's. Cloud began to
move first, easing his hips up and down to create a rhythm between
Sephiroth's hard body and the mattress. The General was slow to join,
but once he'd gotten a handle on his will power he was able to move
inside Cloud without the danger of an abrupt conclusion.

Soon
enough it was perfect; just the right amount of slick tension and
sharp pleasure. Cloud loved this part, when they let the rest of the
world fade back and were consumed only with one another. Cloud knew
he couldn't have fallen for a more flawed man, but he was an angel
under these soft, intimate circumstances.

Cloud's
hand drifted down to his cock, and began stroking to compliment the
motions of Sephiroth's hips. A steady slap of firm flesh began to
echo through the room as their pleasure began to steadily escalate.
Cloud sucked in air with every sharp jab, and swallowed back careless
wails of pleasure that built in his throat. The self imposed
limitation made him wild, almost as though there were a set of
handcuffs on his vocal chords.

Sephiroth
could feel every part of Cloud's body tighten and loosen with every
quick breath. He would have lasted forever if he could, but knew he
had sixty seconds at most before Cloud's beautiful heat milked him of
everything. "Cloud..."

Cloud
was beyond ready, and pumped himself eagerly. "Give me
everything... Fuck me with all of it..."

Sephiroth
still held it back, torturing himself to the very last moment before
allowing his orgasm to tear through him. His thrusts were fast and
slightly erratic, but he didn't allow sensitivity to stop him from
reaching in to fuck Cloud deep. With the feeling of Sephiroth's hot
release inside of him, Cloud gladly let go.

He
bit his lip, angling his cock so he could watch his own fluid
spraying Sephiroth's tight stomach. He growled, utterly satisfied
when it began to drip down, sliding across the shallow, soft ripple
of Sephiroth's abs and pool in his belly button.

Sephiroth
slowly pulled out, and his cock was dripping with a thick, foamy
coating of semen. He didn't even give Cloud a chance to catch his
breath before pulling him closer by the wrist. "Clean it."

Cloud's
vision blurred as he opened his mouth to accept Sephiroth's cock down
his throat. Tears from a desperately needed orgasm, coupled with
complete delight as being so deliciously used sprang to his
eyes. He let Sephiroth see them as he sucked his cheeks in tight,
swallowing every glob of precious, bitter fluid that he could reach.
There was some collected at the base that he was unable to reach, so
he let Sephiroth's cock go and instead licked it off, and ducked his
head to greedily gobble Sephiroth's balls.

He
licked his way back to the tip before purring up at him, "I bet
you have lots more in there for me..."

"Uh
huh," Sephiroth affirmed, taking his cock and letting it tap
against Cloud's outstretched tongue. "You better have more for
me, too."

Cloud
couldn't have been more turned on; his release had only served to
truly awaken the starving teenage hormones bouncing around inside his
skull.

His
ass had been barely teased at that point... he needed it to be sore,
to get properly, thoroughly fucked by the man he respected most in
the world. With a long, sharp suck, Cloud bid farewell to Sephiroth's
cock and turned around in front of him in the mattress.

He
was shameless, and presenting his hungry ass. "Fuck it for real,
now. Like you mean it. Make it red."

Glad
to accept the challenge, Sephiroth lined himself up and shoved his
way inside. Cloud's back arched, not only for viewing pleasure, but
to search for that perfect angle. It wasn't hard to find, and it left
his ass perked up high and wide for Sephiroth to work against.

Cloud
was able to keep mostly silent against the mattress, muffling his own
sounds until they were reduced to breathless panting. In some ways
that stifled sound was even hotter to listen to than a booming moan.
It made Cloud sound helpless, trapped, enraptured ... Sephiroth gave
his ass a hard slap and forced that breath to sharpen into a harsh
gasp.

"Yes!"
Cloud whispered, pushing back against Sephiroth's hips. He peered
over his shoulder, and said almost hesitantly. "... Daddy..."

Sephiroth
let out a chuckle, and slapped the other cheek. Cloud's eyes lidded,
and he bit his soft lips, making Sephiroth almost regret this
position. He wanted to kiss Cloud while he owned his tight ass, and
he found himself pulling out to push Cloud onto his back.

He
sloppily covered Cloud's mouth in kisses, shifting restlessly as he
searched to line up their bodies. "I can't even figure out how I
wanna fuck you."

"Just
do it," Cloud gasped, letting out a moan when he was plunged
into. He grabbed onto Sephiroth's shoulders, his fingers digging into
muscle as every part of his body was worked over. In his state of
lust, he ran his fingers down Sephiroth's back, before he made his
hands flat and cupped his firm, shapely ass.

Cloud
dared to tease his hole with one finger, and Sephiroth paused. It was
like the entire world stood still.

Afraid
he'd done something wrong, Cloud quickly moved his hands away.
Sephiroth lifted his head, though, blinking down at him. "...
You want that?"

Cloud
shook his head, "No, it's okay. I was just playing... Keep
going..."

"Are
you sure?" Sephiroth asked, and resumed moving his rigid cock
within Cloud. "... I'd be up for it."

Cloud
frowned. "It's too risky. And what if you're not done healing?"

"Only
one way to find out," Sephiroth smiled devilishly, and his
thrusts picked up speed. "Besides... I got you... Something at
the store."

Cloud
could easily guess what it was. And the fact that Sephiroth would
choose to purchase such a thing meant that he really did
want it. Cloud loved to give it, so narrowed his eyes with a smile,
"... Let's do it, then."

Sephiroth
kissed his mouth once more before pulling out gently. He jogged out
to the kitchen to snatch the bags off the counter, and a couple of
spoons for the melting frozen yogurt. He brought everything back and
pulled out the most necessary item, not letting Cloud have a look at
the box before ripping it open and retrieving a single condom.

"Sorry
it has to be like this," Sephiroth admitted, hurriedly tearing
it open with his teeth.

"I
really don't care at this point," Cloud licked his lips eagerly,
his eyes roaming over Sephiroth's body. He rolled the condom on
easily and went up to his knees and looked down at it. He'd never
worn one before. "Does it look silly?"

"Nah.
Actually looks kind of kinky on you," Sephiroth smiled, and
pulled Cloud closer by the hips. He laid on his side and allowed
Cloud to spread his legs, and was glad when hr didn't recoil at the
sight of it. Aerith's comment about the scarring made him slightly
self conscious, but he wanted to get fucked, not win a butthole
beauty pageant so to hell with it.

Cloud
squeezed out whatever remained in their wasted tube of lubricant. He
pushed a finger inside, watching Sephiroth's face closely for a
reaction. "... Okay?"

"It's
okay," He nodded. Even through three fingers and a few
experimental swipes of his pink tongue, it all felt okay. Maybe even
better than before.

Cloud
went up on his knees, letting one of Sephiroth's long, slim legs rest
on his shoulder. He gently pushed his sheathed cock inside, and his
eyes nearly rolled back. "Mm ... It feels just as good with the
condom."

"Good..."
Sephiroth breathed, his jaw dropping at the sensation of being filled
again. It had been a damn long time, and he wondered if it had always
felt so fucking good. Cloud began to move his agile hips and built up
momentum enough to pound them against Sephiroth's ass. With no babies
in his body to consider, Cloud felt much more free to give Sephiroth
the rough treatment that they both so enjoyed.

It
all ignited some sort of manly instinct in Cloud. It felt fucking
amazing to be inside Sephiroth, and those pink scars on his hole were
good, they'd been caused by good things. The room next door was
filled with those good things. There was nothing negative about any
of it.

Cloud
didn't know what came over him, but he suddenly found the condom very
unnecessary. What was it even there for? Why was there anything
separating them? Wouldn't it feel so much cozier without it? How
could fucking him raw be bad when it felt so good?

Without
hesitation, Cloud pulled out of Sephiroth to slide the condom off. He
tossed it to the side and plunged back into Sephiroth's hot body,
this time without any sort of pesky barrier. "Oh shit..."

Sephiroth
saw it all happen ... But didn't stop it. It didn't even occur
to him to stop it. It felt too good... Too right.
Fuck, fuck, fuck it was right.

For
the next several minutes, Cloud possessed Sephiroth's body. He
grabbed, pulled and bit him like an animal. Sephiroth accepted it,
loved it, and ended up on the tail end of an amazing climax as
Cloud's entire groin pulsed, filling him with hot, sticky...

With
a solid punch to his face, Cloud blinked and came back to reality.
Sephiroth scrambled backwards, panting furiously. "What the fuck
were you thinking?"

Cloud
lept from the bed, sucking his bleeding lip between his teeth. "I
didn't know!"

"What
the fuck do you mean, you
didn't know?"
Sephiroth whispered hoarsely, snatching up the discarded condom to
hurl it at him.

"Why
didn't you stop me!?" Cloud whispered back shrilly. "Do
something! Rinse it out!"

Sephiroth
flew into the bathroom and nearly ripped the shower knobs out of the
wall to get the water on. He yanked the hand held shower head off the
holder and squatted over it, cursing frantically as Cloud's hot semen
came out of him like a river. He gripped his hair as he furiously
thought back on why
he hadn't stopped this from happening. He hoped it was a dream, just
some crazy nightmare to wake up from.

...
Then it dawned on him.

Cloud
was swaying from foot to foot, both hands covering his mouth . "I'm
sorry... I don't know why... I didn't... I couldn't have... I
wouldn't
have..."

"I
know," Sephiroth gritted between his teeth, angry but not at
Cloud.

"You
don't think you're pregnant
again?"

"No,"
Sephiroth declared firmly. "I'm not. I know that I'm not."

Cloud
was panting, "How can you know? It only takes a drop of... boy
stuff! I learned that in health class!"

"Shut
the fuck up, Cloud. I know what it feels like to be... infested. I'm
not infested. But I guess... someone wanted us to try."

"What
happened to us?"

"Well,
Cloud..." Sephiroth announced as he finally decided his ass was
completely free of Cloud's boy stuff. "I'm pretty sure we just
got a visit from my mom."

"...
She's a dead fish, Sephiroth," Cloud whispered, his blue eyes
jumping around the room for any signs that Sephiroth's creepy alien
mother had slithered into their apartment somehow.

"She
is not a fish,"
Sephiroth said for the hundredth time. "And she's not dead. It's
gonna sound odd, but... I think she influenced our behavior us just
now."

Cloud
didn't seem entirely convinced, but his hands slowly covered his
genitalia. "She watches us have sex?"

"I
don't think she watches.
I think she just wants... More..." Sephiroth suddenly felt sick.
He was glad he was already squatting, because it was easy to duck his
head between his knees. He agreed to stand back and let their race
inherit the planet Earth... He did not
agree
to become a fucking queen bee and churn them out continuously like an
egg factory.

He
couldn't go through that again. He wouldn't.

Sephiroth
dry heaved, and it sounded like something between a sob and a laugh.

Cloud
approached the bathtub. He stepped in to sit beside Sephiroth,
turning the dials to fill the tub with hot water. He then put his
arms around his lover, rubbing his back in soothing circles. "...
Promise not to punch me again?"

"Sure,"
Sephiroth grunted.

"That
was like, the best sex ever,"
Cloud let out a silly snort. "And you're not knocked up again,
so it's win win as far as I'm concerned!"

Sephiroth
brought his head up and grinned. He made a loose fist and gave Cloud
a gentle bop in the jaw. "Well, that won't be happening again.
I'll have a little chit chat with my mom soon enough."

"What
do you mean? You're going to Nibelheim?"

"Yeah."

"Since
when?"

"There's
a lot of stuff I need to talk to you about."

"Talking?"
Cloud groaned, and stretched out as the hot water began to gain
height in the tub. "I just wanna relax. Maybe fuck again with
you on top."

"In
a minute. I saw Aerith today..."

A/N

1 - MPREG!

2 - True facts, my dad
had two baby sharks when I was a little kid. They weren't much bigger
than the size of a normal fish of course, there was a pinkish one and
a blue one. I have no idea about fish genders, but I'm comfortable
saying the pink one was a girl and the blue one was a boy. I'd put my
nose on the tank and look in at them, and they wouldn’t react
much. But then, out of NOWHERE'S VILLE, the pink one would RAM the
glass with her FACE. Like seriously, this bitch would shoot to the
back of the tank and full steam ahead SLAM into the glass. It was
fucking weird, and my mom always like, attempted to calm the fish,
"Hey, settle down in that water!" How do you CALM a CRAZY
FISH? Anyways, the pink one's eyes fell out from all the glass
ramming. She outlived the blue one though, I'm pretty sure. True,
sordid facts.

3 - Let me calm any
doubts. I won't throw a lame curve ball like LOL SEPH'S PREGNANNERS
RIGHT AWAY AGAIN LOLOL. He's really not pregnant. There's a reason it
happened, though. That's what "next chapters" are for,
clearing up these sort of things. But I wanted you to rest assured
that there are no sudden, unwanted babies. I am positive that they
would not be as well received as the current litter. Like omg, Cloud
would throw Seph down the nearest flight of stairs.
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