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Cloud let himself into the apartment and sighed in relief of all that surrounded him.

Darkness, the scent of cleanliness and laundry, familiar energies and surroundings, and most valuable and precious of all – air conditioning!

Rumor had it that the newer SOLDIERs got the shitty missions, and Cloud was finding out that that was much more fact than fiction. The mission he had been on was in the middle of the fucking desert, stuck for a week outside in the middle of the summer. The sun had never even gone completely down to grant him and his squad relief from the heat or to offer a decent night’s sleep. Cloud was almost in tears to be free, and was already gearing up to hop into bed and sprawl out to the four corners, as the General would be gone away on a business trip.

Cloud hated that their schedules sometimes overlapped like that, but he was pleased as punch for this occasion, as he fully intended on sleeping for at least 48 hours, a feat that would be made impossible by his lover’s insufferable “Rise and shine!” early morning attitude.

He dropped his bag in the living room and peeled off his shirt on his way into the kitchen, and prepared to flick on the light.

“What’s up?” asked a rumbling voice from the darkness.

Cloud screamed like a little girl.

He ripped the light switch up, and found none other than the great General Sephiroth, gloriously nude and leaning up against the counters with a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Cloud yelled, severely damaged from the scare.

“I live here,” Sephiroth pointed out before stuffing his mouth with more rocky road.

“Why are you standing in the dark?” Cloud sighed, still shaken but relieved to see his handsome, much loved boogeyman.

“Oh. I didn’t realize it was dark,” Sephiroth said thoughtfully before consuming another spoonful.

Cloud shook his head and wrapped his arms around his waist, opening his mouth hopefully. After a little sneer of disdain, Sephiroth shared a spoonful that was very generously loaded with nuts and marshmallows.

“Your trip got cancelled?” Cloud smiled after enjoying the coldness in his mouth and the warmth in his arms.

“Nope.”

Cloud tilted his head back to look up at him, “Postponed, then?”

“Nope, I called out.”

Cloud blinked, “You called out?”

“Well, I didn’t call out. I called and told them to fuck themselves.”

Cloud didn’t laugh as expected. He just stared up at Sephiroth before finally asking, “...Why?”

“I didn’t feel like going.”

Cloud was still perplexed, “...Any particular reason?”

Sephiroth shrugged, digging in for more ice cream, “Tired.”

“Alright, Sephiroth,” Cloud said seriously, backing up a little, “I can’t take this anymore. What’s wrong with you?”

Sephiroth furrowed his brows, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re acting really different lately. I mean... when we first met, there were some pretty fucked up things happening with you...”

Sephiroth would have sounded dangerous and serious if his mouth weren’t full of delicious ice cream, “Why are you bringing that up?”

“Because… you got better. And then for two solid years you’ve acted a certain way. Now you’re acting different. Is... are... well…. a-are you hearing ...voices?”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. Cloud was afraid of his mother. He couldn’t figure out why for the life of him, but then he realized that everyone hates their in-laws, “No. I only talk to mom when I’m in Nibelheim.”

“That’s good. Have you had yourself checked out recently?”

Sephiroth growled, “No! I don’t need to! There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Well...” Cloud crossed his arms, “What’s with the ice cream, then?!”

“What? I’m not allowed to eat ice cream?!” Sephiroth demanded, turning his back on Cloud in mock defense, obviously not losing any wind in his sails due to Cloud’s concern.

Cloud grinned, putting his hands on his hips and turning up his volume, “Now you know the only goddamn time I’ve ever even seen you look at sweets is when you were stoned!”

“And when I was horny...” Sephiroth peeked over his shoulder, “...guess which one I am?”

Cloud hugged his waist, “C’mon, put that shit back in the freezer. I have just enough energy to sit on you and rotate.”

And with that, Cloud made his way to their bedroom, stripping off the rest of his clothes. Sephiroth eyed him with hunger, then his rocky road with a different, but no less potent sort of hunger.

“...No reason to put it away…” he said to the empty kitchen. And only knowing the lights were on due to the electrical buzz from overhead, he shut them off before following with ice cream in tow.

The sun was already up by the time Cloud’s hitched wails of sexual bliss finally died down into pleasantly exhausted little whirs of snoring.

And while he snoozed a perfectly good day away, Sephiroth found that he himself was totally wired. He drank his almost fully melted ice cream, chewing thoughtfully on the solid goodies that had sunken to the bottom, and then made his way into the bathroom to wash Cloud’s various bodily fluids off of himself.

He stepped out of the shower, quickly toweling off and wrapping it around his waist before he paused at his reflection in the mirror.

And Cloud had been exactly right.

His nipples were pink.

Sephiroth stared hard at them, wondering if they always been pink..? He couldn’t recall what color they had been before, but they were definitely bright pink, now.

And not only pink. They had suddenly become hardwired to his cock. Even as he touched them lightly in the mirror, it sent an electric little shock straight to his groin. He had all but smashed Cloud’s face into his chest only half an hour before, not getting hardly enough of either his tight, wet heat, or the new pleasures his teeth and tongue could give.

Sephiroth then unwrapped his towel and peeked down at his genitals.

And again, Cloud was right on the money in his observations. Sephiroth’s pubis hair had been fine, white, and wholly unnoticed for the ten years that he had possessed it

But now, it was darker, more pronounced, and suited to the very darkest streaks of silver in his hair.

Cloud’s echoes of worry bounced around in his head, and he couldn’t feign ignorance of the changes, not to himself. Not in the face of actual, physical proof.

But the fatigue, the ravenous, bottomless hunger, the keen pinpricks of blissful happiness and intense anger felt almost at random... it was all just stress! Stress, stress, stress!

Stress was his mantra as of late, he was eating because he was stressed, he was tired because he was stressed, he was… emotional because he was stressed.

But... there was nothing in his life that was bringing any amount of excess stress. They were sailing through a time of relative world peace, no high level monsters had appeared as of late, there had been no recent deaths in his army whatsoever, and he and Cloud couldn’t get enough of each other’s love and companionship.

There was absolutely nothing to cause such a disturbing level of phantom stress.

And there was no reason he should have been changing colors! A creature only changes colors at some sort of metamorphosis, a physical change in its life. His own metamorphosis was long over, the drastic change from boy to man. His voice had already lowered dramatically, he got bigger and taller, his balls had dropped, he began needing frequent sexual release, and the rest had been history.

Sephiroth frowned at himself, wondering irrationally if he was dying. The mental worry hunched him over slightly, and he paused at himself in the mirror.

He turned to the side, and stared in outright disapproval of himself.

“I’m getting fat.”

As soon as the statement had finished bouncing around the bathroom, Sephiroth shook his head, huffing on laughter at his own behavior. He was perfect! Washboard abs! Buns of steel! Guns for days! Long legs that any other SOLDIER would kill to possess! He was General Sephiroth for fuck’s sake, strongest man in the fucking world!

Worrying irrationally about getting fat was the sort of nonsense bullshit that Cloud indulged in. Sephiroth crossed his arms, tightened his stomach until he trembled a bit, and made a plan.

He’d exercise a little fucking self control!

No more succumbing to these random, strange mood swings, no more consuming every item of food in his path, and he’d get his ass out and burn off some of this excess weight by upping his training and fucking Cloud every chance he got.

When Super Sephiroth made a plan, he stuck to it. And he did.

Until one week later. He dropped to the field in exhaustion and didn’t wake back up.

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Sephiroth wrinkled his forehead in every sort of negative emotion imaginable. He could easily recognize the Shin-Ra medical lab ceiling anywhere – he had stared at the cracked, eggshell painted concrete for weeks at a time during his childhood.

He felt like shit. He smelled chemicals and medical yuck, he was angry at his unexpected surroundings... and he was very afraid.

Sephiroth sat up a little before pain caused him to fall right back down into the pillows. Pillows? This was a new thing to experience in the medical lab. He was completely surrounded.

Green eyes opened again to scan the room, and found that he wasn’t only surrounded by pillows. He was also surrounded by flowers. And cards. And teddy bears. And balloons shaped like hearts and woundingly cute puppies.

Cloud, Sephiroth through to himself. Nobody else would dare.

“Fucking Christ,” Sephiroth rasped for no reason in particular, shutting his eyes against the brightly colored sentiments and sitting up again, slowly.

The balloon floating around right next to his bed shifted with his air currents and bumped into him. He boxed it away with a grunt.

Just then, the door opened, something clattered to the floor with a messy sounding splat, and Sephiroth was aware only of a sharp ache in his stomach as he was grabbed and screamed at.

“Sephiroth! …When did you wake up!? …How do you feel!? …Sweetheart!” Cloud shrieked and cooed between flurries of tender kisses.

Sephiroth didn’t know how to deal with it, “I’m fine. I’m fine. Cloud, I’m fine!”

Cloud could hardly breathe, “You’ve been asleep for two days! They said it wasn’t a coma, you were responding to like, stimulus like a sleeping person but... Seph! It was almost three whole days!”

Sephiroth cast aside his grumpiness and held out an arm, “Come here.”

Cloud gladly did, letting himself be held as he held Sephiroth, “...What happened?”

“I don’t know.” Sephiroth lied, “I was just doing what I normally do.”

True to his plan, he had been eating nothing but three protein bars a day and training as if he were about to fight Apollo Creed. His body had cried out from head to toe in protest, but he was determined to get his life back under strict control.

Now he was in the hospital? Sephiroth was convinced that he was dying.

“Hojo didn’t look at you,” Cloud said into Sephiroth’s neck.

Sephiroth privately rejoiced at that, but asked somberly, “Who, then?”

Cloud puffed out, suddenly very happy, “Dr. Aerith Gainsborough!”

“God...” Sephiroth rolled his eyes. Zack’s girlfriend had finally sold enough flowers to put herself through med school.

Cloud laughed, and it sounded tired and weak, “She’s been very nice...” Then he backed away, eyes burning in utter, blue seriousness, and hissed, “...They wouldn’t let me in at first.”

“What do you mean?”

Cloud laid his head against Sephiroth’s shoulder, “I’m not your immediate family.”

Sephiroth had to laugh a little, “I don’t have any immediate family.”

Cloud settled beside him, “They know that. They really weren’t going to let me come in and see you... it was her that finally let me.”

Sephiroth hated when things occurred without him. Cloud could be a little pushy diva bitch, but he could raise nowhere near the level of hell that Sephiroth could. He would have burned the place to the ground if Cloud was injured and he was denied access to him.

But it was all okay, now. Sephiroth relaxed back into the pillows and into Cloud contentedly, leaning his chin on him and drifting.

“No!” Cloud suddenly cried out, jerking Sephiroth back to consciousness.

“What?” he groaned.

“You’ve been sleeping for four days!” Cloud exaggerated pitifully, “… Don’t leave me again.”

“I’m here. Always,” Sephiroth assured, squeezing him. “I love you.”

“I love you...” Cloud cried, as if the balloons and flower arrangements and heart wielding teddy bears didn’t express that enough.

They laid together, surrounded by dozens of get well trinkets and a forgotten mess on the floor from Cloud’s tray of Jello and tongue moistening strips.

Sephiroth wasn’t sleeping, but hovering in a state of mind that was so relaxed, he only opened his eyes slowly when there was a soft hand placed on his arm.

“General Sephiroth?” It was Zack’s girlfriend. Sephiroth suddenly realized where all the stupid flowers must have come from.

“Yes.” Sephiroth nodded, shifting a little under Cloud’s dead, snoring weight.

“Hello. I think you know who I am, I’m Doctor Gainsborough.”

“Hey Aerith..” he said, sitting up a little, wincing at the slight pain Cloud’s weight caused him.

“Good morning!” She seemed happy to be referred to by her first name.

Sephiroth had had enough of pleasantries, “Tell me what’s wrong before he wakes up.”

Aerith’s eyebrows raised a little, “Tell you what?”

“What it is. Just spit it out,” Sephiroth gently commanded, his monotone kept soft and conversational as though he were saying something controversial around an infant.

Aerith cleared her throat a bit, and it was just enough to rouse Cloud’s blonde head up. And seeing that Sephiroth was awake, and that Aerith was in the room, he quickly gathered himself.

“He’s awake. Hello,” Cloud mumbled.

“She can see that.” Sephiroth growled with misplaced anger. He didn’t want his only true lover to hear that he was about to die. He wanted it to come as a shock to Cloud when he finally dropped dead, so he would live his last days surrounded by his love, not his pity and fear.

But now it was too late. He turned back to the female and demanded, not trying to hide his anxiety, “Just tell me what’s happening. How long do I have left?”

Aerith smiled, “About six weeks, I’d say!”

Sephiroth blanched slightly at such a small number. Cloud began to pant, looking between the two of them, “Six... weeks? What? Six weeks for what?”

Sephiroth put an arm around him to still him, “Don’t panic, Cloud, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I am not dying in six fucking weeks.”

“What!?” Cloud cawed.

“Oh, my! No! You’re not dying at all!” And slightly surprising them both, Aerith slid down onto her knee on the bed next to them, “So you don’t know then that you’re...”

“Stressed?” he asked with a naïve sort of head tilt.

“Well... you’re going to be... but what’s happening to you isn’t fatal. It’s…” Aerith flipped through the pages of her clip board, then sort of hid behind it, her green eyes poking out over the top, “...I’m going to risk my professionalism by admitting that... I don’t know at all how to tell you...”

“Tell him what!?” Cloud barked.

She said slowly, “...There’s something inside you.”

Sephiroth squeezed Cloud a little, more for himself then the trembling blonde, and spoke to Aerith, “Is it a virus?”

Her eyes winced behind the clip board, “...Bigger...”

“A parasite?”

“Um... not exactly what I’d call it, but you’re getting warmer.”

Cloud was livid, “You’re supposed to be a doctor! Just tell us what’s going on for fuck’s sake!”

Aerith took a deep breath and put the clipboard back into her lap, “I… really, really don’t know how to say it.”

“Then bring someone in who can!” Cloud roared.

She looked up suddenly and shook her head, “I’m the only doctor on this project. And besides... I’m positive you don’t want anyone else knowing this but me.”

“Aha!” Sephiroth declared, crossing his arms, “It’s an STD. Strife, you fucking slut.”

Cloud was indignant, “Sephiroooth!”

“General, it’s not that at all. Your bill of health is actually completely perfect. You just...” She shifted under the weight of their eyes, “You have things inside of you.”

Sephiroth would have blanched if he weren’t so pale already, “...Things?”

“Eggs.”

Sephiroth and Cloud turned their heads to stare at each other. Cloud opened his mouth several times, only to close it again.

Sephiroth slowly turned to look at Aerith, unable to vocalize anything but a small, strained groan.

After breaking the ice, she regained a bit of her professionalism, “Five eggs. I did a non-invasive ultrasound, and... they’re fertilized.”

Centuries passed in the silence that followed.

Finally, from her clip board, she took out a plastic, black x-ray sheet and held it up. Against his will Sephiroth looked up to see vague, round shapes in what was apparently his gut.

He laughed. He laughed so long, and so heartily that Cloud and Aerith laughed a little, too.

“Get the fuck out!” he said, wiping his eyes.

Aerith smiled brilliantly, “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“No, really,” Sephiroth said, cutting off his laughter abruptly and pointing to the door, “Get the fuck out.”

She straightened up, “Sephiroth, I’ve been researching your race for the past two days, fairly much nonstop...”

“Hold on! My race? My fucking race?” Sephiroth blushed angrily, “Don’t say that!”

Cloud finally spoke, “... Aerith, I know that he’s sort of... not human…ish. Are you saying that he can... reproduce?”

Cloud didn’t even see it coming. He was knocked off the bed with a pillow so quickly that the word ‘reproduce’ was still rolling off of his tongue. He popped back up immediately, not even fazed.

“Try not to speak,” Sephiroth suggested flatly to him, and his blonde head nodded obediently. Sephiroth then sneered at Aerith, “What did you happen to find out about my... race?”

“Not much, to be honest. But, from what I can tell from the part of Jenova’s corpse we have here in Midgar...” She trailed off a bit as a fire lit behind Sephiroth’s eyes, then regained herself a bit, “... Um. She was... is… very feline in her internal structure. You are, also.”

She flipped again through her clip board, “So, I did a little research into the nature of mating of the larger cat species... and well. I want to ask you some questions, and see if we can get to the bottom of it all.”

Sephiroth’s eyes burned with hatred. She just had to say ‘bottom’, didn’t she?

Feeling the need to attack, but having no ammunition, Sephiroth crossed his arms and glared at her, “I’d love to know what you’re getting out of all this.”

Aerith looked up, “Excuse me?”

“Cloud mentioned that Hojo hasn’t seen me yet. You have something to do with that?”

Aerith smiled, “Sephiroth, Hojo completely gave up on you after you failed to reunite with Jenova. He knows you’re here, but he passed off your care entirely to me out of disinterest. I already offered to show him my findings, and he wouldn’t listen. So, I get you all to myself, and it’s the case of my effing career!”

Sephiroth smiled angrily, “Already started writing your book?”

She nodded, “I changed your name to Cheech.”

Sephiroth grumpily leaned back, “Fine then. I’ll answer whatever you want.”

She clicked her pen and began to take notes, “Sephiroth, think back to approximately five weeks ago. Where were you?”

“I was in Mideel, had been on a mission for about a month.”

“Did you notice any changes in your mating habits around that time?”

Sephiroth’s face didn’t change, “... Are you asking me if I was in heat?”

Aerith cleared her throat, “I’m a doctor, General. Whatever your definitions of mating may be, has there been an overabundance? Had there been any changes? Anything strange at all?”

“Not that I can recall.”

Cloud opened his mouth with a tiny intake of air, “Seph...”

Sephiroth’s eyes darted to him, “...What?”

“…There was something different that happened about five weeks ago...”

Aerith smiled at him pleasantly, “Whatever you say to me will be kept in the strictest of confidence, Chong.”

Cloud looked around nervously, clutching Sephiroth’s hand, “… I penetrated him. That had never happened before.”

Aerith focused on her notes, “And what brought it on?”

Cloud turned his eyebrows up, “I’m not sure, exactly.”

“Was there a smell? Was there a sound? Was there anything at all to compel you to do that?”

Cloud wrung his hands, “I really don’t remember. It was late... um... he had just come home…”

“Did he gnaw you?” she suddenly asked.

Cloud looked up at the ceiling, “Maybe…?”

“Pardon me!” Sephiroth cried, “I’m sitting right fucking here!”

She turned to him, “General, explain what happened. What did you feel?”

He took a moment to really think, “A forceful urge to have Cloud. That way.”

Aerith leaned in hungrily, “Any reason why? Any strange thoughts? Did Jenova speak to you?”

Sephiroth’s rumbling voice lowered to acidic tones, “I don’t know.”

Cloud added what he knew, “Seph has been pretty moody lately. Hungry. Tired. And he’s been very... sexually interested.”

Aerith’s thoughts were faster than her pen could keep up with, “This is absolutely incredible. We might not be able to figure out why Sephiroth went into heat, but we know that somehow, he did. And judging just from how the eggs have developed in the mere two days you’ve been here, like I said before... something big is going to happen in about six weeks!”

“So there’s not much time.” Sephiroth agreed, “When’s the soonest we can fix it?”

“Fix what?” Aerith asked, still writing.

“This problem,” Sephiroth said calmly.

“You don’t want ...” Aerith raised her head, trailing off in both words and writing.

Sephiroth smirked, “Sorry to cut your book short, doctor. Get them out.”

“No!”

Sephiroth and Aerith both looked at Cloud, who visibly was trembling.

“What?” Sephiroth asked darkly.

“No, Seph... no...”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“We have to talk about this!”

“Talk about what?”

“Our babies!” Cloud cried.

Sephiroth grunted dismissively and looked back to Aerith.

Aerith put her clip board down, “Abortion in your case might be tricky, the eggs are being held in an organ that... well... doesn’t exist. It’s located about… here...” Aerith carefully touched Sephiroth’s lower stomach.

“So, what do I need to do? Have someone punch my stomach or something?”

Cloud made a wordless sound of anguish, and Aerith did her best to ignore it, “I think that would be very risky. A punch hard enough to get through your abdominal wall would cause more damage to you than the eggs. Not to mention they could splinter off and lodge into your intestines. And it might not crack all of the eggs, because they’re still quite small. I would strongly advise against that.”

“What would you advise?” he asked nastily.

Her eyes flicked to Cloud momentarily, who had begun to cry in silence against Sephiroth’s shoulder. She then said, “I would advise you to wait.”

Sephiroth’s voice began to rise, “Don’t you get it into your stupid fucking head that by making me wait I’m going to change my mind. If that’s what you’re hoping, forget it. I’m not leaving this room until I’m normal!”

Aerith wasn’t shaken by his tone, “The reason I’m advising you to wait is for the eggs to get a bit larger. That way, I can make a precise crack, with minimal damage to you. If we do the procedure now, there’s a good chance it’ll have to be repeated.”

Sephiroth eyes narrowed and he quietly asked, “…What would the procedure be, exactly?”

“It would be makeshift, since you don’t exactly have a uterus. I’m assuming you were impregnated analy, but I believe the quickest route to them is through your urethra.”

Cloud began to make loud sounds of misery, which Sephiroth completely disregarded, “I’ve have plenty of catheters. I can handle it. I want it done now.”

Aerith swallowed, then said thoughtfully, “...I suppose I could do it now. I’ll have to prep you for surgery…”

“Surgery?” Sephiroth asked indignantly.

“Oh, of course...” Aerith nodded, “I won’t have enough control to crack the eggs if the rod is inserted like a catheter. I’ll have to cut your penis open at the base, and insert the scalpel into the urethra closer to the Doobie. Um, that’s my own little term for your unnamed egg sack, heh. And like I said before, if I do this now, it might have to be repeated...”

Sephiroth was not a good actor, and his discomfort was apparent when he said quietly, “Perhaps it’s better if we wait, then. So you can do this more efficiently...”

Aerith backed away with a smile, “Going by feline pregnancy patterns, they should double in size in one week. And... that’s ample time for you to give this some real consideration...”

“There’s nothing to consider. Am I well enough to leave?”

“Yes, sir…” Aerith said, twisting her mouth into a grim sort of smile, “You were only dehydrated.”

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

Sephiroth walked ahead of Cloud, which was not unusual. Cloud followed along behind him with a red face, which was not unusual, either.

There were several happy tidings greeted to the General, coworkers and staff and SOLDIERs and cadets and military personnel all overjoyed to see him up and about. But nobody dared to converse further than that as the two lovers stormed through the Shin-Ra building.

They both took separate elevators up to the executive floor, and they fell into step with each other when they reached it.

Sephiroth unlocked his office door and heaved it open, ushering Cloud through it and sending a warning glare to the floor secretary before slamming it shut behind him.

Cloud was leaning on a desk loaded with two day’s worth of files and unfinished work with his arms crossed, looking small, seething, and surprisingly dangerous.

“Say what you’re thinking,” Sephiroth dared him.

“I want this.”

Cloud had never feared more for his life than when Sephiroth took slow, quiet steps towards him. He put hands on either side of Cloud on the desk, trapping him there in a bubble of heat and drowning rage.

Cloud’s senses screamed for him to shrink, to submit. But he knew if he did that, then somebody would die.

Somebody that was not him.

“What are you picturing, Cloud?” Sephiroth asked, “Do you see something soft and sweet, something that looks a little like you and a little like me?”

“…Yeah,” Cloud admitted.

“You want babies,” Sephiroth accused, tension edging into his voice and demeanor as he leaned closer to Cloud.

“You know that I do,” Cloud whispered, not looking away, not breaking under this pressure, “I always have.”

“Eggs. Eggs. Not babies,” Sephiroth hissed. “Eggs. Get babies out of your mind, because that’s not what this is. They’re fucking eggs. Fucking monsters.”

“No more than you are.”

Sephiroth chewed on rage, almost shaking with the fever of it, “It’s not going to happen, Cloud. Never.”

Cloud licked his lips, catching the taste of his own tears, then finally asked, “Why... why can’t we just... see what happens?”

“You don’t get it? You don’t understand? Are you that stupid?”

Cloud couldn’t stop himself from pressing his forehead into Sephiroth’s neck, embracing his anger as was his nature, “I never said I wasn’t stupid, Seph. But I have a feeling about this.”

Cloud’s softness only infuriated Sephiroth further, and he shoved him away, backing off and into the center of the room, “If you’re that fucking naïve... I have no use for you. I never did.”

Cloud’s tears flowed silently, “Stop blaming me! You wanted this, whether you realized it or not!”

“Get out,” Sephiroth ordered, striding past Cloud, confident through the intense pain he felt in his insides, and sat at his desk, “I have work to do.”

“Talk to me!” Cloud begged.

“I want you and your shit out of my apartment before I get home tonight.”

Cloud’s lips thinned into a pink line, and he slowly raised his eyebrows, too shocked to be heartbroken, “... Do you mean that, Sephiroth?”

Sephiroth decided to ignore the question, “And if you tell anyone about this, I’ll snap your neck.”

Cloud willed himself to fade into non-existence.

But he couldn’t. So he actually had to move his feet, to leave Sephiroth’s seething aura of heat and fury, actually move his hand to the door handle, open it, and exit.

He had to do all of that while wondering why he had to so deeply and so completely love someone full of so much hate.

A/N

1- MPREG!!! HAA (do I need to include this note anymore?.. ah well! XD XD XD)
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