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To Claim a Fallen God	By : cherrygirlprime Category: Final Fantasy Anime > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sephiroth woke the next morning with a whisper of sore muscles but nothing serious. Actually if he was to be completely honest, that was the best deep sleep he had had in ever. He eyes shot open at the sound to his immediate left, which caused him to realize he was completely naked, and so was the men flanking him, one Vincent Valentine and Tseng Xu behind him snoring softly. Both were equally nude and truly tussled. He had slid up against the wooden headboard and in his moving, he realized something was wrong with his derriere. It was oddly sore and moist. The latter made him squirm at the feeling and he was about to bound out of the bed with a deaden arm was flung over his lap, just above his genitals, causing him to flinch at the contact and almost break it. The action caused the other person’s garnet eyes to snap open and produce a gun from Goddess knows where and have the audacity to look at Sephiroth like he’d did something.
He was sure his ass did not hurt, Sephiroth mentally complained. The slight shift in the bed had the other fool bound out of the bed and onto the floor staring up at the other two naked males. Sephiroth dared a look back at the other man. There was confusion in his eyes and the gun was gone.
“Tseng, how did we get here and why is Sephiroth in my bedroom, let alone in my bed, nude?” The man voiced his confusion all the awhile being stone faced. That was a skill he thought he only owned.
Tseng straighten to his full height from the floor, came to stand by the bed, and just shook his head.
“I am really uncertain Vincent. While I am not out of place in your domicile, he is an oddity I admit” Tseng admitted.
Sephiroth was getting tired of being talked about as if he was not right there.
“Gentlemen, I am sitting in your midst, nude, and very uncomfortable I might add. My ass hurts and it feels wrong. As much as I would love to theorize, where is your washroom so that I may cleanse myself and then tackle this clear cluster-fuck not smelling like a brothel?” he stated deadpan.
Sephiroth was not stupid. Those men’s natural odor clung to him like a second skin. They had had had sex with him. His mind had pieced together the details from the day before. It had been his day to hide away and due to his…affliction. He had been caught unawares and he now was deflowered. Yet another mystery solved on hat that day meant he thought bitterly.
He honestly had no idea how much worse it got, but not without a bath first.
The dark eyed man pointed through the door and across the hallway. Sephiroth got off the bed, irked by the feeling of his bottom half, bent to gather it looked to be just his pants, and left his harness on the floor and walked across the bathroom bumping into a running, nauseous Cloud beating him to the bathroom, causing his sight to land on the door from which he fled.
There in the doorway of what he could only assume was Cloud’s room, was a very nude, very smug Rufus Shinra. A lesser man would have dropped their clothing. If this situation was not already embarrassing enough, there was his would be superior standing in his ex-archenemies door after Goddess knows what.
Retching could be heard from the bathroom from Cloud. Sephiroth wrinkled his nose at this. The door was thrown open and out strolled an equally nude Cloud, causing Sephiroth to need so much brain treatments for life to get rid of visual.

Cloud flinched when heading back to his room he saw Rufus still there as if he were a bad dream. Sephiroth focused on Rufus’s eyes. He knew something. Of course he would, he was the president. That meant that Tseng, by default, would as well. Bath first. Rufus moved back from Cloud’s own door and Cloud was torn between running nude down the stairs and going back in but with his head down and his stupid hair spikes looking as if even they drooped, he entered back into the room and the door closed.

He hurriedly bathed with anything that did not smell of Cloud. He used what he assumed was the dark gunman is cleaning products. They were pleasant. The more he used them, the more his body was responding below his navel. He was getting an erection and he was getting flustered! He touched it tentatively as if his own body would bite. He had never touched himself before and guessing due to this new activity it was like a switch. He grabbed his turgid flesh and pumped it carefully. The feelings were immediate and he was encouraged. He continued to pump his flesh, lying against the wall, his body feeling so hot against the cool, almost cold tiles. He cried out as he came again and his spending went down the drain.
He sneered at the sight, feeling low for the action, not really understanding this was a normal process for his body since he had not had the proper rearing. He quickly washed again, just for the mental filth he felt, dried and placed his pants back on and padded back into the room.
Upon entering the room, weird noises were emitting from Cloud’s room. Ah, they were back at it apparently.
Sephiroth was not having that. He needed answers. Who took advantage of him in his weakness? Someone like death an awful lot or was very brave indeed.
Both men were apparently used to this so they had either wiped off with some sort of cleansing towels and the sheets had been replaced and the bed made and both of them were back dressed and sitting at different places awaiting his return. He felt underdressed. He quickly placed his socks and boots back on and his harness so that if he needed to call Masamune he could. He sat on the end of the bed while Vincent sat in the windowsill and Tseng sat in a chair near the bed.
No one wanted to speak initially but Tseng broke the silence. Of course, it was him.
“I am not quite sure why, but we all performed coitus either together or separately so we are not really certain who deflowered you General, though of course it did happen. Secondly, after a conversation with Vincent’s primary demon Chaos, I too have been changed as well so a lot occurred yesterday. I have a good guess as to why but you have to promise that you will be civil” Tseng stated, asking for his cooperation.
Sephiroth already knew whatever it was it was going to make him enraged but he nodded for him to continue.
Tseng, much like Aerith, began at Sephiroth’s beginning and went all the way through to the end.
By the end of the explanation, Sephiroth was shaking with rage and Vincent’s unarmed hand covered his face. It was so much more horrifying than previously thought. It was these moments that made him feel like a monster that escaped from the lab. In addition, after talking to Chaos it was found that Tseng had been ‘mated’ to Chaos. He would never age anymore and what was worse, if Vincent so chose he could impregnate him as well.
Chaos chuckled evilly in Vincent’s mind making him ill from the new guilt.
Vincent also knew who had taken Sephiroth’s virginity because the entity gloated about it and that he was excited that they were “expecting”. Vincent's stomach clenched in nervous abandon.
Sephiroth was no fool.
He knew that there was more to the story and that had been shared among them two, but not him. He was not having it.
“What else?” Sephiroth bit out.
This caused the man, Vincent to look up almost guiltily and more pale, if that were possible, at him.
“Chaos confirmed that…that you’re expecting” Vincent said low and steady, the deep timbre of his voice causing small shivers in Sephiroth though he was now confused.
Expecting what exactly?
“Clarify Vincent Valentine right now” Sephiroth states in his own equally deep, unwavering voice though he wanted to scream and that was not like him, wanting Masamune in hand.
Vincent covered his face and with both hands and sighed a bone weary sigh and looked directly into his eyes and said the worst thing they could have ever said.
“The experimentation that Hojo did to get you impregnated- worked. It has a way of intoxicating a man to the point of taking up arms against each other. I almost killed Cloud because he was coming towards you. Because your pheromones will only work on those who…had some sort of latent feelings for you in the first place, Rufus saw me and handled Cloud since it was not per say affecting him for you; it was acting more as an excuse to get Cloud. We have no idea if it will affect Cloud the same way since he is a lot like you more than you realize, only time will tell but it was me that took you and I am the…the one that impregnated you” Vincent spewed more words he had ever said in forever, each word with more bile behind it.
Sephiroth was stock-still. What kind of sick joke was this? He was pregnant, from a man taking him in a sexual manner. He could forgive the act as it all stemmed from yet another experiment on his person; no one was the guilty party. Yes, he had been a virgin but he was not an idiot: Men did not get pregnant.
Well, not those that didn't have the father you did and loved to play God with your body. You heard what they just said about the experimentation.
Sephiroth’s inner thought whispered to his common sense that was rebelling against what the man had said but he had never known either man to lie. Damn Hojo to the furthest depths of hell, for whatever good that would do since he was already dead.   What was he supposed to do? He was very obviously male. Pregnancy did not fit well with him, he felt himself getting ill and angry, and those two did not make a good combination.
Vincent felt the subtle shift in Sephiroth’s magic building the more the man got angered. Cloud must have too amongst whatever Goddess knows what they had been doing because he rushed out with pants on, and First Tsurugi brandished looking for the danger.
Sephiroth was livid!
The room seemed to swell with Sephiroth’s temper and magic. Vincent and Tseng had taken up a defensive stance, and Cloud burst through the door. Sephiroth was all but encompassed in flames from his own making, cast from within himself.
With his legs slightly bent, he literally jumped through the roof, his wing unfurled, leaving a hole there and raining down black ether feathers, wood planks, and shingles in his stead.
Cloud was confused and looked to Vincent for him to clarify just what the fuck just caused the ex-General to almost burn down Seventh Heaven and Edge as a whole when he had been doing so well.   Tseng laid a hand on one of Cloud’s bare shoulders and just shook his head as Vincent sunk further into his cowl looking his true age through his eyes. He had not meant to hurt Sephiroth. He had always loved Sephiroth but thought it was more of a father/son relationship, never this. As Chaos said, he would have never behaved this way if it were just that. He had cared for, even loved Sephiroth at some point, even amongst the fighting and chasing him down. He had only wanted him to have peace.
“We are all going to need to talk” Cloud stated firmly but understood that now was not the right time as his own situation was weird to say the least though Rufus had told him what was going on. This did not mean it did not weird him out. Rufus T. Shinra had been his enemy a good part of the time he had known the man, now they were rutting like wild animals and he could not even muster the shame he knew he should have. Cloud went to get cleaned properly and kick Prince Pompous out of his room so they could find Sephiroth and see if it was a new Jenova attack or what the severity of the situation.
Aerith sat on the side of the bed at the inn praying Sephiroth would come back. She could feel his confusion, hurt, and revulsion at his own body's bewitching mechanism from the cruel experiments done on him and she just wanted him to be okay as nothing else mattered.

Several Months Later
The manhunt for Sephiroth after that day was unsurprisingly unfruitful. He had simply vanished. Despite the fact that it was done on a fluke, Vincent Valentine was terribly worried. Tseng had sent his TURKS on several recon missions to try to find him. They had been everywhere that he would be as well. They knew that if Sephiroth did not want to be found, he would not be. He had too many powers, was too strong, and was entirely too intelligent for a commonplace catch.
Aerith cried daily now as she could feel Sephiroth getting weaker and weaker through their bond. She could tell he felt he might just succumb from this last blow to his psyche and manhood from this situation. She was afraid and what made her so much more so was that he was afraid as well.
Even Cloud was concerned, and for good reason as now it was proven that, yes, there was something to this procreation business. While everyone had thought it was going to be Cloud since he was augmented that he would be in the family way as well, that is not quite what occurred. Rufus began waking each morning four weeks thereafter and heaving his stomach contents each day for the last two months prompting a serious examination. Further research had found that Cloud had been augmented but his was more advanced. Cloud could carry and impregnate any person he'd laid with, including non-augmented males. A medical examination confirmed it.
Cloud Strife, by a child, had bested Rufus T. Shinra.
Cloud was catching serious heat from the TURKS after this was confirmed, except Tseng strangely. Rufus wanted to shoot Cloud with his sawed off shotgun and at the same time cling to him. That notion had him thoroughly enraged, as now he could not drink his life giving bourbon either.
Vincent had shortly afterwards disappeared. He started his own search for Sephiroth to try to make things right at this time and allowed Chaos to lead him.

Sometime Later

Far to the north near Nibelhiem in a cave in the Nibel Mountains, on a futon filled of Chocobo feathers and covered in treated and scented Nibel wolf furs, lays Sephiroth on his side, nude under the furs and yet shivering from an abnormal heat that had built into his body. He was hot and cold at the same time and stayed nauseous constantly. He had tried to cull the abomination from his body. What Hojo did to him was a travesty that had taken time for him to get over mentally, even when he'd come back completely sane.
Speaking with his biological mother in the Lifestream helped.
He had felt almost completely human too. Now here he was, vomiting and running an unnatural fever and from the woman’s pregnancy books that he purchased under the guise of an inquisitive father to be, when he was the very pregnant father to be from all of the symptoms that were being presented.
All he could do at this time was just cry angry tears, something he had not done since he was very small. Sephiroth had never felt so on the fringe of humanity than he did discovering Jenova. Between his odd colored hair, slit eyes, and overall larger form, he had the audacity to be pregnant with a child.
He was seized with nausea again and reached for a basin he had kept by the futon and began to retch again for what seemed the umpteenth time. His hair was moved out of the way this time without his own remembering to do so and it startled him. He flinched back at the feeling to look up at the owner of those hands, one covered in a fingerless leather glove and the other a menacing golden claw.
Vincent was crouched down besides Sephiroth and staring at him in the low fire light given from the wall torches in the mid to high cave wall.
Vincent took in all of his details with Turk precision with a sweep of his eyes. Sephiroth’s sweaty countenance from a possible fever, the long and limp silvery hair, greasy and stringy from being unkempt, and landing on the sunken in glowing cattish eyes that were ringing in dark circles complete with a sneering Cupid’s bow mouth that was that had dried and was cracked in places that fresh blood oozed from them.
“So you finally found me. You just had to come and confirm if what you did to me was true. Leave me to die. I do not want this. YOU do not want this, why you are you even here?” Sephiroth said with a hoarse voice from the bile covering his vocal cords from forcefully throwing up and dehydration from the looks of his continuance.
Vincent took in the look of Sephiroth’s abode and it was actually…quaint.
Now it made sense as to why the folks of Nibelhiem would speak of the “ice being” that would come down and purchase oddities as if for a home somewhere in the mountains though they weren’t certain who’d want to live there since the severe cold and Nibel Dragons usually were a good deterrent to being a hermit. Vincent was aware it also made for a good hiding spot in plain sight.
Vincent had walked among the people, most recognizing him now as one of the heroes from Meteor fall or the Omega Crisis. For all the searching they had done for him, Vincent just simply listened. Most people thought that he was it was an apparition he blended so with the snowy background so they stayed clear. Others thought him an angel in human form, cast down from the heavens since the hair the long and silvery, skin as pale and unblemished as the very snow that fell from time to time, and the piercing eyes that were so unique. Clearly, these were not survivors of the original Nibelhiem or that would be quickly amended to the Angel of Death sadly.
All agreed that he kept to himself and said nothing, only producing a list to hand to the general store keeper, and with a strength belayed by his beauty, would haul the purchases away and by hand. All this did was fuel that he definitely was supernatural, whether an angel or a leftover of the SOLIDER program possibly. All murmurs had met Sephiroth's ears regardless and made him feel that much more defeated in this situation.
If they had had known how close to being regurgitated on they were each time he had to be bothered.   Each trip Sephiroth actually made down from his modest hovel when he actually moved all 300 pounds of raw muscle and bone from his futon, going through the process of dressing in clothing he had taken to not wearing because everything on him was so hot and tender, including embarrassingly, his male breast and nipples was torture in itself.
Now he was being stared down by the cause of his downfall and had the gall to look genuinely concerned for his wellbeing now that he felt he was at death’s door from whatever hell spawn invaded his body. He had never been a coward in whole of his existence but he could not kill this thing inside him, growing and living off his life force.
“Do not speak for me. Sephiroth, I…please let me get you the medical assistance you need. Aerith worries about you and cries daily. I…” the man could not complete his sentence, concerned of Sephiroth's ire raising should he say what he felt. Sephiroth's steel look lessen when he was reminded of Aerith and her connection to him. She had to be sick with worry. He had disappeared without permeable.
“If you feel you must end the child’s life to save your own, then let it be so, just let me make amends” Vincent tried say cool and detached but he was really worried. Sephiroth looked like he was about to die all over again and it would be his fault again.
Sephiroth was startled out of his inner musings at Vincent speaking to him, his not quite focused eyes trying to remain hard as his face tried to turn even harder. Chaos spoke within Vincent's mind telling him that yes, Sephiroth was indeed very ill. His body had been fighting the child more or less like a foreign body, hence why he was running a fever. Sephiroth tried to stare Vincent down but it was taking so much out of him. He could feel it happening: the haze of unconsciousness was closing in and despite his stubbornness, he would submit to it. The dark started around the corner of his vision and just as he made to lunge at the man in futile anger, teeth gnash, he collapsed against Vincent's knees and slid down into a heap.
Vincent could feel the heat burning through his leather pants. With a sure movement, he gathered Sephiroth and belongings such as his coat and harness. With that over his shoulder, he gathered up Sephiroth, carried him covered in one of his furs, and blew out the wall torches.
On the outside of the cave, Vincent spelled it to seal it. He had meant what he had said, he just wanted Sephiroth healthy no matter what and if he wanted to return he could or he could remain with Tseng and himself.
Vincent descended from the cave back to town walking by many that recognized the “ice entity” in Vincent's hands as Vincent made his way to the mansion he had now called home. It been completely remodeled and was comfortable, no longer filled with memories of horror from the past, only love and of the future.
Once he made it safely in the mansion, he placed Sephiroth in one of his guest rooms, quickly spelled him with sleepel to keep the man under, and pull out his PHS calling first the doctor that specialized in this mysterious pregnancy due to Rufus.   He also called his friends letting them know of his find, Tseng first so he could fly in.
As he waited for everyone, he took in Sephiroth's physical appearance. He'd lost a lot of weight, mostly muscle mass and there right below Sephiroth's navel and right above his genitals, was a small sloping, a burgeoning of growth.
Sephiroth was indeed pregnant with his child and though he knew it mentally, there in front of him sat the proof.
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