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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.
Flames
will be ignored.
Special
thanks to: ebil_angel, Miss Alise, Gslinger, Yellowelectricseed, 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
21: Fall Out
Two
naked bodies lay entwined on the large bed, the soft silk sheets bunched at
their hips. A buzzing sound startled one of the sleeping figures, awakening him
from his slumber.
His
hand automatically reached out, his fingers fumbling around on the night table
for the source of what had dragged him from his peaceful sleep, closing finally
upon the source of the noise.
Immediately upon flipping the cell phone open, a voice spoke out,
desperately.
“Oh, thank goodness, Tseng! When are you coming back? Tsume
wants you home, and there’s only so much I can do to keep the little guy entertained. Please
hurry, Tseng.” —Click.
The
female caller didn’t bother waiting
for a reply, she simply hung-up.
Snapping
the cell phone shut, Rufus sat up in the bed, mindful not to disturb his still
sleeping lover. He was wide awake now, after hearing Elena’s plea for Tseng to come home. He understood, from her brief
explanation, that someone else, besides her, wanted Tseng to return home.
In
the background, during the short phone call, Rufus was fairly sure he had heard
what he suspected to be a small child crying. But he wasn’t a hundred percent
certain. He had been, after all, still tottering in the sleep realm. But the
call had managed to fuel his anger and jealousy, bringing up to the surface
again the feelings he had first felt, when his long time lover had left him,
nearly two years ago...
oOo Flashback oOo
“Why are you doing this to me, Tseng?”
“I’m
sorry Rufus, but I have a responsibility to someone else, other than you at
this moment in time.”
“And this person is more important to you than I am?” Rufus demanded, barely containing his rage.
“Yes.”
“And you won’t tell me the reason why, because of this person, you are taking such a
long leave of absence?”
“If you must know, I need the time off because I’m expecting a child soon,” Tseng replied. “I’ll be back to duty when time
permits.”
And
the leader of the Turks had simply turned, and left.
oOo End flashback oOo
Rufus
had almost forgotten about that conversation with Tseng. But now, a simple
phone call had brought it all crashing back to him, like a tsunami.
Tseng had left his apartment, and had covered any traces as to where he could be. After a time, Rufus had given up looking, and had decided to wait for his lover to come back when he was ready. Even
Elena had vanished. Rufus hadn’t realized at the time that he had approved of
her leave of absence, which coincided with his lover’s.
Eventually, Tseng did return back to active duty, a year and a
half later—along with his female work partner.
The executive had taken the
handsome Turk back, no questions asked. But now, a question was burning in the
forefront of his mind: Why did Tseng decide to
have a baby with some harlot? Had they not been happy together? It tore at him,
to think of Tseng sleeping with a woman. Even worse, it broke his heart to know
that Tseng had had a child, with Elena of all people.
It
hurt Rufus to think that Tseng would go outside of their relationship to beget
a child, and not tell him. And that was another thing that bothered Rufus. He’d had no idea whatsoever, that Tseng had wanted children! Not once had
his dark haired lover ever mentioned such a thing.
Holding
back a sigh, Rufus slipped from the bed, and went into the bathroom, still
sulking and brooding upon Tseng’s decision to have a baby without letting him know. He was not as
opposed to having children as some might think. In fact, with this whole damn
business of Cloud and Sephiroth occurring, Rufus had come to realize that he
himself was the last of the Shin-Ra bloodline.
He
should have had children years ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to sleep with
a woman just to have his family name continue. Besides, he needed a legitimate
heir, and that meant he would have to marry the bitch in order for the child to
inherit Shin-Ra’s
wealth.
The
Board-of-Directors would not allow the scandal of a bastard child controlling
the company.
Rufus
was just relieved that the board hadn’t hounded him yet about his lack of marriage prospects. Truth be told,
the only one he had ever wanted to spend the rest of his life with, was Tseng. But
Tseng was not a female, or a breeder for that matter. Rufus shivered at that
implication, and thanked his lucky stars that the Turk didn’t have to go to Hojo for any type of medical
attention, which was one of the many reasons he was able to recruit Professor Gast back into the company’s main payroll.
Gast was the healthcare
provider to the Turks. Even now, Gast performed
routine check-ups for his bodyguards at another medical location. And that was the way Rufus preferred to keep
it.
Walking
out of the bathroom, Rufus went straight to his wardrobe,
automatically selecting a solid blue suit with
black leather combat boots. He dressed quickly and quietly, and then he turned
back to his bed to see Tseng still asleep, his long supple body barely covered by the soft, off-white silk
sheet.
He
allowed his eyes to follow the contours of the sleeping man’s figure. He
lingered on the sight of the perfectly toned thighs, the beautiful fullness and
swell of the tight buttocks…..
Rufus
turned away from the tempting sight.
The
young executive left his suite on an important mission: To search for
answers to his lover’s infidelity.
oOoOoOo
After
Vincent’s interference at
the rock face, Sephiroth flew straight back to 7th Heaven to try and
salvage his perilous relationship. The man might have been damn annoying,
intruding on his peace…..but he had spoken words of wisdom. And Sephiroth realized he would be a fool to
ignore them.
He
carefully made his way to Cloud’s room, making sure to be unobserved. The
guests were still mingling about, and he didn’t need any more lectures from
well meaning friends. Through the walls, he could hear their mumblings,
wondering if a ceremony was ever going to take place.
But
that didn’t matter to the General; only his pregnant lover and his state of
well-being was of importance to him at this
moment.
But he did have one important errand to run first…
Pushing
open the bedroom door, he peeked inside. Cloud was asleep, curled up in the bed,
his blond head tucked into the crook of an elbow. Stripping off his long black
coat, Sephiroth settled in behind him, pulling the boy close to his body,
wrapping his arms protectively around him, and stroking his fingers softly over
the swelling lump of his stomach.
“Where were you?” The question was asked quietly, barely above a whisper. Even so, the
sound of Cloud’s voice surprised Sephiroth. He had thought for sure the little
blond was fast asleep.
“I needed to clear my head.”
“Have you changed your mind, about marrying me, Seph?” Cloud asked. The worry in his shaky voice was evident. It melted
Sephiroth’s heart, and made him clutch the soft body that much closer.
“Never, Cloud.”
“Then why did you leave me? I needed you.”
“Your mother—”
Cloud
pulled forcefully from his arms, breaking the contact with their bodies. He
spun round, sitting up in the bed, pulling at the sheet and tucking it high
around his chest and under his arms, like some sort of protective barrier. His
beautiful face took on a countenance of anger.
“My mother is not the one who I want to wake up with, Seph. She is not the one who makes me smile when my
day has been crappy. She is also not the one to comfort me when my
nightmares won’t go away—you
are,” he paused for breath.
“Tell
me now, Sephiroth, just what is going on with you?” His angry features
softened, and he reached out a hand to tentatively touch the long silver
strands of hair that framed the General’s face.
“I’m pregnant with your child, Seph, and I need
to know that you’re
not going to abandon us when your emotions get the better of you. And just so
you know—I told my mother in
no uncertain terms, that she was wrong to take over things the way she did.
This is our wedding, not hers and she spoiled it.”
Silence
followed, and for one awful moment, Cloud thought his lover was going to rise
from the bed and leave him again. But then he felt hands upon him, turning him
around so that he was once again enclosed within Sephiroth’s tight embrace.
Behind him, he felt Sephiroth trembling and shaking slightly.
Cloud
became concerned. Was his strong, handsome partner crying? Could it really be? Was he sobbing for what
he was about to say? Cloud’s stomach churned up. He began to feel sick with the
fear of Sephiroth rejecting him for good. He held his breath, and closed his
eyes, hoping that if he made no movement, if he made no sound, Sephiroth
wouldn’t go….Sephiroth wouldn’t say those traitorous words.
I’m
leaving, Cloud, good-bye…
Cloud
heard a sound come from the General, a sort of deep chortle, and he felt a
slight rumble on his back, as Sephiroth, unable to contain himself any longer,
emitted a full out laugh. Totally confused, Cloud twisted his head to look over
his shoulder at his lover. Sephiroth was laughing so hard, he had tears running
down his cheeks. Anger flew back into Cloud’s face, and he couldn’t help the
heated words that spilled from his mouth.
“How
dare you? How DARE you? I open my heart to you…I tell my mother of—umph!” Cloud was cut off by a deep kiss from Sephiroth. At
first, he tried to resist, tried to stop the other man invading his mouth with
his tongue.
But
in the end, he conceded. Opening his lips, and closing his blue eyes, he let
Sephiroth in, and wound his arms around his lover’s neck, holding him as
tightly as he was being held.
Eventually
Sephiroth came up for air. The laughter he had uttered had been replaced with a
beaming smile. “Come, my beautiful, fiery tempered little one. Dress…. I have a surprise
for you,” he said, as he got off the bed and retrieved his
coat from off the floor.
“Seph?”
Cloud was puzzled at his lover’s strange behavior. He gazed up at him expectantly, waiting for the
General to explain himself. When no answer was forthcoming, Cloud untangled
himself from the bed sheet, and made his way into the bathroom to find his
clothes.
Once
dressed, he reopened the bathroom door, and was amazed to see Zack and Aerith standing in his bedroom. They were stood talking
quietly to another person that hadn’t been there before he had left the room……the
magistrate.
Sephiroth
stepped forward and grabbed his hand, leading him over to the small intimate
group. “I hope you don’t mind,
Cloud….This is the way I wanted our wedding to be. Just you
and me…two witnesses….and a priest. Cloud?”
Sephiroth hesitated. He looked down with
uncertain emerald eyes into Cloud’s large blue sparkly ones. “Cloud?
…Would you…Do you…”
“YESSSSSSSS…….”
Fifteen
minutes later, Cloud and Sephiroth were legally wed.
oOoOoOo
The
atmosphere in the buffet room returned to one of jollity, with plenty of back
slapping and good natured bantering going on. Everyone seemed pleased to know
that Sephiroth and Cloud had finally tied the knot, and congratulations were
being issued to the happy couple.
Sephiroth
made his way over to where Zack was leaning nonchalantly against the bar, and
held out his hand towards his friend. The dark haired man took it, shaking it
warmly.
“Zack,
I can’t thank you enough for getting the magistrate to come to Cloud’s room at
such short notice,” Sephiroth said, gripping the other man’s hand in both of
his.
“This
wedding would never have been possible without your help.”
“Aw,
come on, Seph,” Zack replied, a small blush coating
his cheeks.
“That’s
what the best man’s supposed to do, isn’t it? Make sure things run smoothly.
Mind you, when you first came back from wherever you had run off to, I wasn’t
sure what the fuck you were going to ask me to do….”
Aerith came up and Zack hugged
her to him. “I’m just so pleased for you, Seph.
Pleased that you’ve finally found someone you care for so much, and who cares
for you just as much in return. It’s a great feeling, isn’t it?” He stooped and
planted a kiss on the young girl’s willing lips.
“Yes,”
Sephiroth admitted, looking across the room and catching Cloud’s eye. “It’s the
best feeling in the world.”
Although
Mrs. Strife was clearly not amused at being unable to see her only child make
his vows, she realized it was for the best—she had upset her son and Sephiroth too much as it was.
Now
she would have to put all her efforts into making it up to them. After all, she
didn’t also want to be excluded from her forthcoming grandchild’s life. So she pasted
on a happy smile, and hugged each of them heartily in turn.
Tifa sat alone at one of the
tables, fuming over the whole event. At least she hadn’t had to bear witness to
Cloud getting married. A part of her rejoiced at that. If she tried hard enough,
she could convince herself that, seeing as how she hadn’t witnessed her
friend getting married that meant he wasn’t really wed!
There
was still hope for her yet…….
Sephiroth
led his new spouse out onto the softly lit dance floor. The music was slow and
enticing, encouraging couples to dance close together.
The
guests stopped to stare at the exotic display of Sephiroth, swaying to the
bewitching sounds of the tempo. He held Cloud in a possessive embrace, brushing
his fingertips down his husband’s sides, then sliding them back up, to trail them unhurriedly down Cloud’s chest, eliciting a throaty moan from the blond.
The
air around everyone was charged with sex, and it was coming from the newly
wedded couple. Trying to dance next to them, Zack stumbled from the onslaught
of arousal coming off the lovers. Never before had he felt that from them. He
pressed his growing erection into Aerith’s skirt, and
felt her press herself back up against him. His breathing became laboured.
It
wasn’t just Zack and Aerith feeling the effect of the
newly weds desire. Sweat had begun to bead across everyone’s foreheads.
The
temperature in the room must have been turned up, because everybody was looking
slightly flushed and glassy eyed. Even
opening the doors and windows wide open, and letting in the cool evening
breeze, did little to dissipate the heat.
It
was time to get Cloud and Sephiroth to their room—without delay. This was just what Zack managed to do,
after some prizing apart of lips and joints. They seemed to be joined together
at the hip. Finally though, the happily married couple were safely escorted to
their room, where they were left to consummate their vows.
And
downstairs, the reception carried on long into the night.
oOoOoOo
The
first place Rufus went in his search for information, was Tseng’s own apartment, since it was the obvious place to start. He parked his
car and eased his way out of the driver’s seat. The area Tseng has chosen to
live in didn’t impress Rufus. It was far too…..quiet.
The
occasional bark of a dog could be heard somewhere in the distance. Rufus
glanced around the deserted street where he stood next to his car.
Approaching
the building, he realized he hadn’t been invited here in recent years. Tseng said he preferred making his
way to Rufus’ penthouse. And something else he just realized too…..Tseng never
stayed the night, always leaving as soon as he knew Rufus was completely
asleep. It had never bothered him
before…but now, after the phone call.
Inserting
his rarely used key in the lock to the apartment, Rufus opened the door, and
walked in.
The
hallway was clean and uncluttered, as always. Tseng prided himself on keeping
his place of living neat and tidy. Rufus never bothered cleaning up his own
home, since he had servants to do that for him.
He had offered their services to Tseng, but the man had always refused
his offer.
He
said, “A little hard work never hurts,
Rufus. You should try it some time and no working behind a desk all day calling
the shots doesn’t count.”
Rufus
had thought it was just stubborn pride that stopped him from accepting his
generosity……But now he thought, perhaps it was because his lover was trying to
hide something…or someone!
Leaving
the hallway, the executive walked into the lounge of the apartment then into
the kitchen. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until he heard childish laughter coming from one of the bedrooms. He
crept quietly towards the slightly open door.
“Auntie E’na, whens
mommie comin’ home?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart. Soon.”
Elena pulled the blankets up around the small
child, tucking him in, and stooping down to kiss his forehead. Then,
straightening up, she reached into her jacket for something.
Rufus
didn’t bat an eyelash when he found himself staring down the barrel of Elena’s standard issued .9mm hand gun.
“Sir?”
She was more surprised than he was.
“Elena,” Rufus replied
coolly.
“I was not expecting you, sir,” she said, replacing the safety back on her weapon and returning it back
to her shoulder gun holster. “Um, Tseng is out at the moment and I’m afraid I’m
off duty…so….”
“I know where Tseng is. And you do too, so let’s cut the crap shall we?” He delighted himself at seeing the blush tint
her fair face. “I
came here because I received a phone call in regards to—”
But
before Rufus could finish his sentence, the front door banged opened—
“ELENA!”
Rufus
smirked when he heard the muttered ‘oh, shit’
from the female bodyguard, as Tseng came into the apartment, gun drawn.
“Rufus? What the hell are you
doing here?”
Sliding
up to his lover, inhaling his scent deeply, Rufus stared Tseng in the eyes,
while the Turk lowered his gun.
“Why
Tseng….I just wanted to……”
Again
the executive was cut off in mid sentence…..this time by an enthusiastic shout
of, “MOMMY!”
oOo TBC oOo
A/N:
Was that a lovely wedding or what? Let’s give Mitts a round of applause for the
fabulous celebration! It looks like things are heating up for Tseng. Does any
one believe that Tseng is going to tell Rufus the truth? Don’t know? Well, stay
tuned for the next to find out.
Mitts
& ArchNemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 22 oOoOo
“You shouldn’t be here,”
Vincent warned.
“I’m not leaving until
I get an explanation,” Sephiroth snapped back.
The
men were about to face-off until another voice stopped them from exchanging
blows.
Stop…please….
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