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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 liking, you have been WARNED.
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Special thanks to: DiminutiveSeme, squallpaine sephirothpaine, Malcara, and to those who have read and didn’t
review thanks for reading thus far. We hope you enjoyed
it.
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Chapter 19: You Belong To Me
“I don’t trust him, Cloud!
Please…. Don’t go through with this. You can’t,” the voice
of the young girl was high and whiney, the
grip of her fingers on the boys arm painful, digging into his exposed flesh.
Aerith, Yuffie,
and Mrs. Strife, were in the tailor’s dress shop, where
Cloud was being fitted for his formal attire for his nuptials on
Saturday. The big day was only five days away now,
and the boy was nervous enough as it was, without the added tension he was getting from his
friend.
“Tifa, for once, do you think you could
you be happy for me?” he snapped, having reached his limit.
“It’s not like he’s marrying me just because of
the baby.”
At his harsh sounding words, Cloud
saw the hurt look cross the brunette’s face. He regretted shouting
at her, but damn it, surely she could see how uptight he was about this whole
flamboyant affair his mother had arranged. He didn’t need her on his back as
well.
“What baby?” Yuffie asked, innocently.
Since arriving back home, Cloud
hadn’t wanted any of his friends to
know about him being pregnant. But now it seemed,
in his temper, he had let the cat out of the bag.
“What baby?” Yuffie pressed, her tone of voice implying that she would
continue to ask all day if need be, to get her answer. She planted her feet
wide apart in a demanding stance, placing her hands on her hips. Her head
tilted to one side, and she arched an eyebrow as she stared at Cloud, waiting
for an explanation.
Luckily, the dressmaker was in a different section of the
shop, saying goodbye to another
customer. Exhaling a deep breath, Cloud took
his chance and turned to face his friends. His
words tumbled out quickly, fearful that the assistant would return at any
minute.
“Well, um…. A while back,
I found out the hard way that I could
conceive, like a woman. As it turned out, I
ended up getting pregnant the very first
time I had sex with a… a guy… The baby’s
Sephiroth’s.”
Yuffie’s reaction shocked everyone. The little ninja went
down on her knees, and bowed low before Cloud,
laying her head upon his boots, holding onto the backs of his ankles with her
hands.
“What are you doing? Yuffie, please……get up,” Cloud begged, embarrassed by the girl’s strange actions. He bent down, and
tugged at her arm, pulling her back up to her feet.
“Sorry, Cloud, but I had to show my respect
to you,” Yuffie answered, not
at all uncomfortable at the way she had just prostrated herself in front of the
others.
“Respect? For
what, Yuffie? I
haven’t done anything special.” Although Cloud
asked the question, he wasn’t really sure he
wanted to know the answer.
“It’s widely known everywhere
that male breeders have become rare,” Yuffie began.
“They are now so rare in
fact, that if the whereabouts of one becomes known,
it’s not unheard of for people, rich
people, who can’t have children of their own, to
pay someone to steal the breeder to
use. Children born of a male are said to be exceptionally smart, alluring, and sensual—Well worth paying
for, whatever the asking price.”
She gazed around her at her rapt
audience.
“At first, many, many, many
years ago, there was an abundance of
male breeders, and there wasn’t a problem. But
people became greedy. They saw there was money to
be made, and it
wasn’t long, before the breeders started disappearing. They were ruthlessly hunted
down, and sold without consent, often killing themselves
to get away from the lives they were forced to lead. They were—are—free
spirits, which was another reason why slavery was outlawed.”
At the
end of her tale, Yuffie’s voice had lowered,
barely speaking above a whisper.
“But, that doesn’t answer my question, Yuffie.”
“I’m getting to it now,” the
girl replied. “You, Cloud, and others like you, are fertility symbols.
That’s why you are highly prized. And that baby you
are carrying…..he or she is going to be absolutely
beautiful.”
Cloud caressed his extended
tummy, his eyes dreamy, thinking of Sephiroth. “I know,” he agreed.
A long pause followed, until Tifa
started laughing. “Oh come on, you don’t
actually believe that you’re having a baby, do you, Cloud? Honestly, I know the military put you through a lot of bullshit in
boot camp, but I mean,
you have to admit, Cloud….to believe you’re pregnant, is a bit of an extremity.”
Feed-up with the martial artist’s attitude, Cloud
grabbed Tifa’s hand, and without
saying a word, he placed it on top of his swollen stomach.
Brown eyes widened beyond their sockets when
the girl sensed the subtle,
but unmistakable feeling
of movement beneath her fingertips.
“Oh, dear Gaia! You’re…you’re…”
Cloud, his mom, and the other two
young girls, all watched….. as Tifa hit the floor in a dead faint.
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A tuff of honey blond hair, that
wasn’t his own, obscured Tseng’s vision.
Pushing the lock of hair away from his face he
turned and stared across at his sleeping lover. He felt
the weight of a tan, muscular arm draped over his mid-section, the soft warm whisper of exhaled breath on his skin.
It felt good, comfortable, to be
laying here beside the other man. But, he couldn’t stay here all day. He had things to do.
Reluctantly, the Turk
leader gently eased away from the lax hold the
other had on him, and silently crept into the bathroom. He needed to wash. Tseng
would never go home reeking of sex, he respected his son too much.
He eyed himself for a brief
moment in the mirror before turning on the shower,
waiting for it to heat up to the required temperature before getting in.
His bunched muscles relaxed under the
soothing hot spray of water. Scrubbing hard, he
swilled away the
evidence of his lover’s passion.
He knew that, once he had
finished bathing, the only signs that would
remain of their time together, would be the bite marks and nail scratches. He winced a little at the soreness of them, as he ran a tentative hand over the bruises and cuts. Tseng didn’t have to worry
too much about them. They would be
gone by this evening. The mako
in his body would heal him—like it always did.
He hurried with his cleaning
routine as quickly as he could. He had to hurry
home. He had to relieve Elena of her
nighttime duty of watching over Tsume for him. Smiling as he
thought of his child, Tseng realized he owed
his work partner a great deal. A great deal indeed.
Apart from the person who
had helped delivered his son, Elena was the only one he felt he could completely trust
with his secret. Not even Rude or Reno
knew of Tsume’s
existence. Although Tseng was quite certain that the two
men would keep the information to
themselves, not only out of loyalty to him as their leader, but also because of the bond of being fellow Turks, the problem was Reno.
The young
Turk tended to have loose lips after consuming too much alcohol. Once the red headed man had passed his tolerance level, words
spilled from his mouth like water from a busted dam. There was no stopping him.
This was one of the reasons for enforcing a ‘no drinking during duty and
on-call’ rule.
Turning off the shower, Tseng
stepped from the cubicle and grabbed hold of a fluffy white towel hanging on
the rail, wrapping it around his lower torso. He combed his straight
black hair away from his face, and secured
it in a loose pony-tail.
Satisfied, he turned to go back
into the bedroom, to pick his discarded clothing from up off the floor where he
had tossed it in his haste to be undressed. They would have to be laundered. He wanted to leave no trace
of having being
here. Tseng
had several pairs of suits in the back of the walk-in closet, hidden out of
view. He would wear one of those home.
He quietly opened the bathroom door, only to be meet by a pair of piercing,
but sleepy, blue eyes. Strong arms reached out, and
pulled him close. Words were whispered in his ear.
“Were you planning on
leaving again without saying good-bye
to me, Tseng?”
“I’m sorry, Rufus, but someone
is waiting on me,” Tseng replied simply, as he tried
to break free from the man’s embrace. He could feel the insistent dragging on
his arm, as he was pulled forwards
into the spacious bedroom, back towards the bed.
“Tseng, tell me the real reason
why you left me for several months,
two years ago?”
They tumbled down onto
the soft mattress, with Rufus landing forcefully on top of Tseng.
“Was it because of Elena? Is
that who you’re running back to now? Are you going to fuck her so
suddenly after making love with me?” The blond haired man bent his head, forcing his kiss on
the one beneath him.
“You know I don’t take too
kindly to sharing what belongs to me… and you are mine,” the executive growled, opening the
fluffy towel, spreading his lover’s legs, and sliding himself all the
way back into Tseng’s
heated passage.
Tseng fumbled around blindly on
the bedside table for his cell phone, panting as Rufus pulled his cock out, only to ease it back in, repeating the measured sensual strokes, building a
rapturous rhythm. As best as he could, Tseng
tapped in his work partner’s number, fumbling with
the buttons as his passion grew.
Rufus heard the female Turk’s voice speak
on the other end. He grinned as he plunged harder into Tseng’s ass, deliberately hitting his sweet spot,
making his lover cry out, knowing that the woman on the other end of the line
could hear all of Tseng’s mewls and moans.
His grin was even wider, as
Tseng let the phone slip from his fingers…
“Tseng?......Tseng?.......Hello…Tseng?”
Leaning forward, impaling himself deeper into
Tseng’s body, Rufus reached down and picked up the cell phone. He pumped hard a
few more times into the delicious tightness that enclosed his stiff cock,
before finding the breath to speak.
“I’m sorry….Tseng is
otherwise….engaged at the moment…..His plans are going to be a
little….delayed.”
Smirking, Rufus flipped the phone closed, and
tossed it down
on the night table. Then he turned his attention back to the man writhing
below him. Stepping up the pace, he thrust himself in, as far as the body beneath him would allow.
Tseng, carried away by desire, wrapped
his legs around slender hips, arching his back to receive more of his lover into him.
Everything else was lost to him, thoughts of his child, of
a worrying Elena…..Nothing mattered, not now, not while he was with Rufus. The executive took the burdens off his shoulders. Here, like this, Tseng was just an average guy, being
loved by his man.
The heavy pants of their breathing, as well as their shouts
and grunts of passion sounded throughout the master bedroom. The pace of their joining lost all grace.
Rufus continued to pound
into his lover, forcing himself in to the hilt, and
still wanting to go even deeper.
Taking hold of Tseng’s stiff member,
he caressed
it, gently groping it, continuously pumping it, until Tseng cried
out his name, releasing his essence between their sweat drenched bodies.
Thrusting several more times,
Rufus suddenly rammed deep into Tseng’s pulsating hole, and he came with a shuddering explosion.
Collapsing on top of the panting
Tseng, Rufus pulled the sheet up over
them. Both were still convulsing from their
orgasms.
Slowly, slowly, Rufus felt himself soften. He gently withdrew his sated member from his
lover’s placated body, and rolled on the mattress, pulling Tseng into his arms, and kissing his sweaty forehead.
Minutes ticked by, and soon they
had settled into a peaceful morning nap.
Unknown to either of them,
at that very moment, another life was being
created. Tseng, for all his carefulness, had
forgotten to take his hormone treatment, for
the second time in two months.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Finally, Tseng and Rufus are on the scene and what a
scene it was—whoo-hoo! Rufus is a real righteous
bastard for doing what he did to Elena but
are his conclusions correct? So, Cloud has spilled the beans about his
pregnancy to Tifa and Yuffie.
Now, will this deter Tifa? The man she wants is
knocked-up by another man.
Mentioning of knocked up—can any one tell us what’s going on
with Tseng? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.
Mitts & ArchNemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 20 oOoOo
“I’m sorry that Lucrecia wasn’t
around to raise you,” Vincent admitted.
“How do you know my mother?”
Slowly rising to his feet, Vincent replied, “I was her
bodyguard.”
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