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Disclaimer: We do not own any characters of Final Fantasy. They are the
property of Square Enix and Sony. We do not make any
money from the writing of this story.
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
W A R N I N G: This is about male
pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. We are letting you know now
what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your
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Special thanks to: squallpaine sephirothpaine, Yami_Marie,and to those who have read and didn’t review thanks
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Chapter 16: You Don’t Mean That
The ride to Nibelheim
was peaceful and uneventful. Sephiroth had hired out a mini-van which Zach was
now driving surprising carefully, considering the hap-hazard way he usually did
things. Sephiroth had never bothered to learn how to drive because he’d felt no
need to…. He’d always had someone else to do it for him.
And besides which, if he needed to
get somewhere fast, he just normally ran, at top speed, without so much as even
breaking into a sweat. That was one of the advantages to being super human.
Zack could run at top speed too,
but only for a short distance before he had to take a break. However, the dark
haired man could still take out a league of enemies until his ability to outrun
them kicked back in. He was a top rate 1st
Class SOLDIER after all, as well as Sephiroth’s second-in-command. And the
General was glad to call him a friend.
While Zack and Sephiroth were up
front of the mini-van, Cloud was nestled comfortably in the middle row next to
the window. He’d slept for the majority of the trip, the only way he had been
able to deal with the nausea that the swaying vehicle was causing him.
Aerith, who had tagged along at her boyfriend’s insistence, sat pressed
up tight against the sliding door on the same bench seat as Cloud. She didn’t
mind that he was taking up most of the room….she was tiny anyway.
All their belongings had been
thrown into the back seat, Zack bemoaning at how many bags Aerith
had packed.
“What?” she’d said, trying to
defend herself.....“Cloud’s taking far more than me!”
“That’s because he’s packing for
two….What’s your excuse?” Zack had teased, before
pushing and shoving the last bag in, wedging it down tightly. “All aboard who’s
going aboard…”
It was now a little past mid-day, hours
since when they had first started their journey. But, at last, the little group
had finally arrived at Cloud’s childhood home.
Not much had changed in the three years
Cloud had been gone. He looked around him at the same old buildings he used to
know….gazing up at the same skyline that never seemed to change.
Stumbling wearily out of the van,
exhausted even though he had slept for about eight hours, he was thankful that
Sephiroth was at his side to catch him.
The little blond smiled gratefully
up at his lover, appreciative for his support and strength, holding on tightly
to the tall mans arm as he led the way purposely forward, Zack and Aerith following in their wake.
It was only a short walk to their
intended destination, and upon arrival, Sephiroth rapped at the door sharply
with his knuckles, turning to look down at the little blond and give him a
smile of encouragement.
Cloud gazed back, adoration
shining in his eyes for the silver haired man. Not being able to resist,
Sephiroth pulled the small boy into his arms, covering his lips with a kiss.
“Hey, don’t mind us…You two wanna make out, that’s fine, go right on ahead. Aerith and me, we’ll just go back and wait in the van.”
“Zack, don’t be such an as-”
The door silently swung open, cutting
Sephiroth off mid sentence. A small, petite blonde haired woman stood on the
threshold. Her vivid blue eyes scanned the group of friends, landing on the
young boy still wrapped protectively in the General’s arms.
“Cloud?”
“Hi, mom.” Reluctantly, Sephiroth released his hold on the boy,
letting him go forward towards his mother.
Mrs. Strife latched onto her son, clasping
him against her in a tight embrace. Then
she stepped back to take a good look at him. He had grown quite a bit over the
last three years. He was taller and much more muscular now than he had been
when he left her.
He looks better for an extra
bit of brawn, she thought, noticing the
fullness of Cloud’s face. He still hadn’t lost his pretty looks; he was still as
beautiful as ever. He had been far too skinny before. It was good to see him
plumping out.
Why, even his once flat, scrawny
chest had swelled a tiny bit. But the small mounds of flesh couldn’t take anything
away from the glowing beauty that being pregnant gave him.
She glanced down proudly at his
expanding tummy, at the temple of his and Sephiroth’s creation….. And she
cried.
Cloud, thinking she was crying
tears of shame, thinking he had brought disgrace to their family for allowing himself
to be in such a condition, stepped away from her. “I’m sorry, mom,” he
whispered.
He’d apologized for making her
feel embarrassed of him, for it not being a girl that he was bringing home to
introduce to her……For falling in love, with a man.
“Why would you be sorry, honey?” his
mother asked, her little face screwed up into a puzzled frown.
“Because, of this,” Cloud
answered, gently patting his distended stomach.
“I’ve…. I’ve become a disappointment to you…I’ve let you down….”
“Oh, darling! Don’t you ever feel sorry about being pregnant,”
she hastened to reassure him, wiping away her tears with the back of one hand.
“It’s all my fault for never telling
you there was a possibly you could conceive…….But, we’ll talk about that
later—you come on in now, and get some rest, you look tired.”
She placed her arm lovingly around
Clouds waist, hugging him to her. “You can take a nap in my room until I serve
lunch….and oh, don’t worry…The sleeping arrangements for you and your friends
have all been taken care of,” she said, as she stepped to one side of the door,
gesturing for everyone to follow her in.
Sephiroth was the last one to
enter the apartment. He took a quick look at Mount Nibel, before disappearing inside with the others.
He didn’t know why, but it felt as
if the mountain were calling to him.
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Vincent was missing. He had not
been seen since the day before, which was strange, because the tall, dark
haired man, though quiet and reserved, had an imposing presence, making him hard
to miss, even when he tucked himself away quietly in a corner.
But, he was gone, and nobody knew
where the red eyed gunman had run off to, or why.
After their heated kiss yesterday,
Cid had left Vincent alone to cool down, to let the ex-Turk get his feelings together. And even though the blond haired pilot had
wanted to confront him, had wanted to carry on the kiss from where it had
broken off, he had resisted…had forced himself to his own room, and had lain awake
most of the night reliving it over and over again, until finally falling into a
restless slumber.
He’d woken up bleary eyed and
irritable. And with that damn kiss still
on his mind….It had even been the vision of his dreams as he’d slept. Well, he was
going to put a stop to it right now…He was going to ask Vincent what the hell
he had meant by it.
But, when the pilot went to Vincent’s
room, the door was wide open and the room empty. And, just taking one look at
the neatly made bed, it showed Vincent hadn’t spent the night in it.
Probably off somewhere sulking
about something, he thought. Well, he
could damn well sulk on his own. Cid had things to do….He didn’t have time to
go looking for temperamental drama queens….
But, even though Cid spent the
rest of the day trying to dismiss Vincent from his mind, he couldn’t forget the
kiss…The taste of it, the feel of it against his mouth, the pleasure that
radiated down to his boots.
And he knew he had to find the
gunman….if he was to get any peace at all.
Cid checked throughout the entire
place without any luck, and was just about to leave and begin scouring the city
for the brooding man, when Tifa yelled up to him that
Cloud and his friends had arrived.
Placing an unlit cigarette between
his moist lips, Cid stomped downstairs.
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As the group of four entered the
doors of 7th Heaven, they found themselves showered with confetti
and strings of curly ribbon as the occupants inside yelled in unison, “WELCOME
HOME, CLOUD!”
The teenager blushed madly, and
said a polite thank-you, before quickly moving to sit at the end of the bar. So
far, thanks to the loose fitting shirt he wore, no-one had noticed his swollen stomach,
and Cloud wanted to keep it that way.
Tifa took her post behind the bar, happily mixing drinks and
passing highball glasses of beer around, right along with single and double
shots of Tequila, and whatever else the patron of friends could think of as the
night wore on.
Her gaze kept drifting towards
Cloud. He seemed different somehow—he seemed subdued. And in addition to his odd behavior, she
noticed he wasn’t drinking any alcohol. Tifa had never
known for Cloud not to drink when a party was going on.
He had stuck to soft drinks and
fruit juices the entire time he had been here. And she also wondered why he
kept looking at the man sat beside him.
The martial artist didn’t take too
kindly to the extremely tall, silver haired man who was sticking close to Cloud. He hadn’t left his side all night, and she
wanted some time to talk to her friend in private.
Sephiroth sensed the anger and
jealousy coming his way from the dark haired brunette. He wondered briefly for
a moment if there had ever been anything between her and his little cadet….but
he let the thought drop as Cloud’s fingers sought out his hand, giving a quick
squeeze, before releasing his hold just as quickly. Sephiroth smirked to
himself, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.
Not that he cared……
His attention was caught by Zack
and Aerith.
They had their arms entwined, sipping from their glasses, eyes locked
together. They were totally in their own little world.
The General inwardly smiled at his
friends. They were so smitten with each other. And Zack, for all his bravado about
how many women he had slept with, refused to take the lovely Aerith to his bed, declaring he would wait for her until
she was ready.
Sephiroth knew for a fact that the
dark, spiky haired man had not slept with anyone since he’d been dating her;
which was quite a feat for the SOLDIER… considering how bad a flirt and ladies
man Zack was.
Turning his attention back to his
lover, Sephiroth noticed that the girl behind the bar had finally struck up a
conversation with Cloud, leaning provocatively over the counter, her huge
breasts all but falling out of her low cut top ……And he also noticed how tired
Cloud was looking.
“Excuse me, Tifa?”
the General had interrupted as politely as he could, but he still received a cold,
hostile glare from the female nonetheless.
“Yes, Sephiroth?” her response was
a parody of false sweetness.
“I’m sorry to cut in on your
conversation, but we’ve had a pretty long day and, as you can see, Cloud is
clearly exhausted. I think he needs to go to bed now.”
Tifa didn’t bother hiding the dislike from her face. He was
ordering Cloud to bed…..Who did he think he was? Surely Cloud was
going to say something? Make a protest of some sort? And she didn’t really buy
the story of her friend being tired…..until she looked, and saw for herself the
heavy dark circles sagging underneath his beautiful blue eyes—Cloud was literally
falling asleep on her! How could she have not seen it?
Throwing the drying towel she held
in her hands onto the counter top, she stepped from behind the bar.
“Come. Follow me, I’ll show you to
your rooms.”
They climbed two sets of stairs, and
then walked down a long narrow hallway. The General had to duck four low strung
light fixtures, causing Cloud to laugh. Sephiroth smiled down at him. It was
good to hear the boy‘s laughter, even if it was the result of the first light
fitting striking a perfect blow to Sephiroth’s forehead!
Tifa stopped, and stood to one side, her arms gesturing to where
they would be sleeping for the rest of their visit.
“This is your room, Sephiroth. And
Cloud…This is yours,” Tifa said proudly, indicating a
room directly opposite from the General’s.
The blond said nothing as he
turned and walked straight into Sephiroth’s assigned room, closing the door
behind him.
The look of dismay and puzzlement
highlighting Tifa’s face was priceless.
“What can I say….He doesn’t like
sleeping alone,” Sephiroth said, trying to contain the laughter in his voice,
as he followed in after his lover, leaving the brunette by herself in the quiet
hallway—fuming.
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So many years had passed since the
last time he had come here. He never thought in any of his dreams that what he
had found was the one he had been searching for.
Ethereal light softly caressed the
cave walls—filling the darkness around him with a warm soft glow. Vincent sat
on the cool smooth stone surface of the cavern floor. His right arm supported
his upper torso. He had his clawed hand draped over his left leg, while his
right leg was stretched out. His eyes were closed, and his head hung low…. lost….
deep in thought…..
I’m…I’m sorry
The words seemed to float around
the room, like a whisper carried on the wind. But it was the whisper that
Vincent had been waiting to hear. Now, he shifted his body, the crimson spheres
of his eyes lifting at the voice, to solemnly take in the hard shell of all
that remained of his true love.
“No, Lucrecia,
I am the one who should be sorry,” Vincent replied, speaking the words out
loud, even though there was no-one there to hear them.
Why…?
“I failed you, and… because… I
should have prevented this,” he answered, standing at the edge of the
shimmering pool of water, sweeping a tender hand down her immobile form. A
single crystal tear fell from her closed eyes.
“Don’t cry, Lu, tears are not
becoming of you,” Vincent mildly chastised.
Our… son… where?
Alive?
She was asking him if their son
were alive.
“I…” He hesitated, knowing he was going to shred
her already broken heart with his answer.
“I don’t know, Lu,” he painfully admitted. He had been in his coffin,
believing both of them to be dead, along with his soul.
Lies!
Nothing but
lies.
Hojo told tortured him with the information that his beloved
and their child had died. He should have known better than to have listened to
anything that bastard had to tell him. He
shouldn’t……have trusted him.
Now Vincent waited, holding his
breath, waiting to hear her reaction. But Lucrecia remained
soundless in her mako crystal tomb.
“Did you name him?” he asked, desperately.
“Maybe if you tell me his name, it would be easier for me to find him?”
But only silence met his
request.
Sighing, Vincent turned to leave.
He would get nothing more. With his shoulders sagging and his heart heavy, his
thoughts were many miles away… he almost missed the gentle echo that chased urgently
after him….
Seph…
Sephiroth…
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Well, it’s coming down to the
wire. Vincent now knows the truth about his son and Lucrecia.
What will he do? What about Cid? He’s quite upset about how things went down
between him and Vincent and would like to let the ex-Turk know that you just can’t
walk away in the middle of a fabulous snogging
session. Tifa’s not a happy camper either. Does
anyone think that Cloud made his intent about his and Sephiroth’s relationship
clear? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned the next chapter.
Mitts & ArchNemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 17 oOoOo
Tifa wanted to make sure that everything was alright but was
stopped when Zack halted her footsteps.
“I wouldn’t go up there,” he said.
“Why not?”
“They’re fine, Tifa,”
Zack shot back.
“How do you know that?”
“Trust me—the only thing that’s
getting hurt up there is the bed.”
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