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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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***At Shinra Manor***
Sephiroth woke in an unfamiliar room but felt oddly better than he had been in the last two months. He no longer burned from head to toe and he was cleaned, bringing into his mind his obvious nudity under the covers. He wanted to be outraged by this but taking in the designs and smells of the home, he knew that it belonged to Vincent Valentine. He could even feel the man's odd aura around the room making him irritated further.
For the first couple of weeks, he banned himself in the room. He was just so angry mostly with himself. He couldn't understand how such a small, atypical problem had remained so long. He blamed himself for the treatment he himself experienced, mind always traveling back to the benign swell of his waist. He just couldn't kill it though he knew for certain it meant being wholly ostracized from the world again, unaware of Rufus Shinra's same plight.
Every time, like clockwork, meals and what he ascertained was medicine, was brought to his room's door. He could tell it was both Vincent and Tseng that would come by at the different intervals.
"Leave" Sephiroth snapped, back to as normal as he could be in his state, as Vincent approached him after the fourth week of blocking them away from him. Apparently Vincent had kept the secret passages of his house and could have always entered. He sighed in a bone weary defeat. They would not leave him be.
He was loathed to suffer having Vincent and Tseng tending to him. It was humiliating that he had not hardly been able to stand for the first few days and had to have food brought to him and helped about the place, he was certainly not used to be catered to.
They were all treating him like a pregnant female with their kind inquiries about whether he wanted another blanket or a pillow or had any cravings for certain foods that they could bring him. For someone who had never had to rely on anyone, it was torture and the second he got out of bed and got onto some medication that quashed his constant sickness, he let everyone know how little he wished to be treated that way.
If it was not embarrassing enough to be a pregnant male, he was being treated like the frail woman of the house! He did not want to be anywhere near Vincent after this. He despised the man and his lackey, Tseng. They took away his pride with this insult to his manhood and he was certainly not having it!
The only thing that kept him here was the worry about how the whelp would get out of him once brought to term. He was queasy enough over the idea that it resided in him and would continue to grow and his belly along with it. He did not want his belly to get big, he was not vain but that would be downright humiliating.
He hated everything about this state. Nevertheless, he hated Vincent the most.
Vincent wasn't surprised when a shame faced, temperamental with pregnancy hormone induced Sephiroth had taken to lurking in his room or brooding in the deepest parts of the gardens and felt bad about having him followed, but was afraid that he would attempt to do damage to himself or the baby. It had only been a month and two weeks, but he was bitchy as all hell to everyone. Any kindness anyone showed him just seemed to irritate him even more.   To Tseng and himself, he seemed to positively radiate killing intent.
"I said to leave!" he ordered him with a growl when Vincent came to his room and looked like he was about to slam the door shut, when Vincent forced his way in.
"Look Sephiroth, I realize that things have been... awkward for you, but you can't keep on treating people like this" he admonished him.
"Do not scold me like I am a child. I am not pleased with my present condition and have you and Hojo to thank for it. I did not ask for this-" he started.
On the comparison of him to Hojo and his maniacal ways, Vincent snapped.
"Then stop acting like a petulant child! I feel like putting you across my knee and spanking the nonsense out of you" Vincent snarled at him, voice over laid with something much more sinister, his patience nearly at an end.
"You wouldn't dare" Sephiroth said, narrowing his eyes at him though a shiver went down his back. What was that pulse of energy and overwhelming feeling to heel?
"Wouldn't I? If you are to be a guest in my house, you will behave yourself and be respectful to Tseng, my friends and myself” he said and Sephiroth flinched at this.
"You dare!" he objected more cautiously.
At Sephiroth’s surprise by this new assertiveness in Vincent, he became silent, starting daggers at the man.
"You cannot behave in such a rude way towards people, even if you are in a unusual situation. All we are trying to do is make this as pleasant for you as possible and you have to meet us half way. You will be polite and respectful and if you have needs, you ask for them and I shall tell everyone to stop badgering you, understood?" he asked him.
"I could just leave," he said in a quiet voice. Sephiroth knew he was being difficult but he was embarrassed and all his mental walls were being slashed by these unknown emotions.
"So it can be like it was before? You having no one to take care of you and receiving no medical attention? I think not. Don't you even think of trying to leave because I will just drag you back from the ends of the world if I need to" Vincent lectured him.
"...Understood" Sephiroth said nodding. He wanted to truly fight the man, for his pride and sanity, but another part of him being to long for him in a different way.
"Is there anything else?" Vincent queries.
"Yes. I want to know once this is all over and they remove this child from me and give it to you and you ask me to leave, will it all have been worth it?" he asked him. He wanted to keep the question to himself, really he had. Was he truly that afraid to be alone again?
Vincent suddenly stilled, realizing how Sephiroth had been using his constant angst to cover his worry about what was to happen to him, thinking himself still unwanted.
Did Sephiroth really think Vincent only intended to use him as a vessel for his child to be disposed of once the babe was born?
Sephiroth made a strange sound to feel himself being hugged and suddenly was pinned to the bed, which was way across the room and stared up at the red eyed man through his shocked eyes as they bore into his own.
Vincent had not sworn in Wutaian in a long time, but this man brought it out of him and did.
“I know you don't know me. We did not exactly get to…well have introductions. I have no intention of casting you aside when you are bearing me a child or after the fact. Tseng and I had had a…a tentative relationship between us based on sexual intercourse and now it's much more than I imagined it would be. He too can carry children as a male now. Look, all I want is for you to be happy and comfortable; I do care for you. I can offer you a home, comfort, and more if you wish it from me".
Sephiroth felt himself shivering at this idea, so needy from the hormones and craving to be touched as he never had in his whole, miserable life.
"And maybe even in time, love" Vincent continued, looking carefully into Sephiroth's eyes and seeing confusion and a need for something he could not define. “You are not un-lovable. You heard Tseng correctly; I had to have had latent feelings for you or it would never have gotten this far. And before you say what about your mother to me, you two could not have been more different from night and day, and that is not just talking about your sex. You are so unique, beautiful, and special in a way that demands to be touched with reverence as you yourself, not as just a pretty object. Still yet you are still so innocent and there is much I can teach you if you will permit me.”
Vincent having said more than he had ever said in his life, blushed, and swept out of the room, leaving a very bewildered and soul searching Sephiroth on the bed, blushing with the implications of what Vincent had suggested.
**4 Months**
Vincent was not too surprised when Sephiroth did not readily accept his suggestion that they have a relationship. After all, his first time had backfired in the respect that he could not even remember it and gotten pregnant as a result.
After their talk, Sephiroth had remained distant but unfailingly polite to everyone, made no demands and mainly kept to himself. Vincent himself had stopped being so solicitous of his comfort and had cautioned his friends to keep their distance as well, unless approached by Sephiroth for something and so they all settled into a more comfortable relationship. Tseng being in a position of authority could not stay with the pair indefinitely but would return on weekends to see how the still-distant Sephiroth was faring and to have marathon sex with his lover.
However, around the third month, that signaled end of his morning sickness. By the fourth, it seemed like Sephiroth became more outgoing. He had been refusing seeing people besides himself and Tseng, even Zack and Aerith, who were now a couple.
Vincent had been shocked to find them on his doorstep saying Sephiroth had invited them. That seemed to have opened the floodgate when even his own friends were dropping by to see him.
Rufus and Sephiroth actually seemed to bond in their commiserations over their similar circumstances and even he and Cloud had forged a tentative peace over this.
However, also with the fourth month brought on the most startling change; he seemed to become a sun worshiper overnight. He had long since admitted that his leather clothes were uncomfortable on his changing body and Vincent and himself had made a journey back to his cave and picked up his more casual clothes and Vincent had purchased others with comfort in mind for him.
When no one was visiting, Sephiroth had made a habit of wearing only a pair of cargo shorts and lay almost all day long in the sun. Vincent had been concerned at this bizarre behavior and tried to caution him about the damage the sun could do to his super pale skin and he had told Vincent that he neither tanned nor burned and just enjoyed the feeling of the sunlight on his skin. So Vincent got used to the sight of Sephiroth lying on a blanket wearing only his shorts right below the line of his v line and steadily growing curve of stomach and sunglasses that Vincent insisted he wear. He did not seem to do anything and Vincent could not see why he did not get bored. However, Sephiroth explained he was listening.
"To what?" Vincent had questioned him.
"The birds, the wind in the trees, the humming insects, the sound of bees; everything and nothing" he replied.
Vincent finally understood that it meant that Sephiroth had managed to find peace in his situation.
Aerith had been excited at the news that he was okay because unbeknownst to the others, Sephiroth and Aerith were connected on a level in which she could feel him and his emotions. Likewise, he could feel her as well. It was something that the Planet had erected on their rebirth. It was like being psychic but not. She had been so worried and no one had known to the extent why, until now. She had felt him withdraw from the world once again, fearing his anger and fear would rule him once more. Instead, he allowed himself and his child to be on death’s door. Oh yes, she was aware that the very male Sephiroth was expecting a child and even from who. She was the only one that didn’t bat so much as an eye when Vincent and eventually Tseng disappeared to look for him. She was so happy he’d been found and made it her choice to come along with Zach to more or less chew him out for worrying her since they had become close after she had healed him on his last battle and her rebirth.
There was a queer feeling in his stomach. It felt like a cross between ripples along his flesh and an internal tickle, and jabs occasionally though he wouldn’t admit it. The child remained excitable in its growth. His thoughts quickly shifted to his friend Zachary Fair and his boundless energy and large and kind heart.
The more Sephiroth sat against the bed headboard starting at his hands as they laid in his lap thinking, missing his very alive and very accessible friend, he saw soft spattering of clear liquid upon his domed stomach. Before he even registered it, a hand was questing a long trail that had traveled from the corner of his eye, catching on his long and dark eyelashes to drop along his pale stomach that made itself known. He still couldn’t register what in the hell was going on. His face was the perfect mask of indifference as the fingers were pulled before his vision to appraise the moisture on the tips of his fingers.
All at once he was irritated. Here he was, the ex-GENERAL of the SOLIDER program being…sentimental and weeping openly because the child inside of him reminded him of his friend and comrade that was literally just a flight away in Edge being happy and healthy.
He grits his teeth and was vexed with his emotions being played with because of this little creature. He snatched up his PHS from the nightstand and began to dial with sure and smooth strokes, mumbling the whole time.
“Hey Seph! How are you feeling? Where are you? Is Vincent or Tseng there with you help you out?   Are…are you umm, you know going to have the baby? You’re not in labor are you?” one Zachary Fair rapid fired off questions to the already hormonal Sephiroth.
“Zachary in this order: Hello Zachary, I am fine, I reside with Vincent and Tseng who are here but are preoccupied with other task, and yes and no to your last question. I am as well as one can be expecting the circumstances” Sephiroth sighed exasperatedly, still uncomfortable at his reasoning for calling Zach so quickly. He had to admit to himself that he’d just wished his child, for better or for worse, was as outgoing and friendly as him, and had gotten emotional over it.
“I…request your presence again. It has been awhile and well, if I am to be completely emasculated, let it start with a…friend I suppose.” Sephiroth said after several awkward moments of silence on the phone, which Zach was used to.
Zach didn’t care if Sephiroth had somehow laid a chocobo egg, the man had called him a friend and requested to see him!   After all the weirdness that was Shinra, this honestly didn’t faze him as it probably should have. Zach quickly assured that he would come, even promising the man that if he didn’t feel comfortable, he would even leave.
Sephiroth found that somehow endearing that Zach would be that conscientious of his sentimentalities over the circumstances but stated it was fine, for the others had quite honestly been coming for months for the most part. Plus, he knew for certain that Cloud had his hands full with a disgruntled President of a company that had found himself in like situation that had a whole deadly arsenal of human weapons, one of which was his personal lover. Yes, Tseng had told him that he wasn’t alone in his struggle in his cool and no nonsense way of comfort when he was sure he’d had a hormone-based tantrum the size of a Meteor.
Vincent then came and had his words with him and he’d gotten over it.
Sephiroth gazed off wistfully until he suddenly heard Zach calling to him on the other end of the PHS and he apologized, stating he had been ‘side attracted’, and they said their goodbyes.
Sephiroth had put on a nice loose fitting grey V-neck cotton shirt and black cargo sweatpants, with his hair bound in a high and messy tail that felt like heaven on his skin as he flits about the house bare foot. His hair and overall skin did seem to glow with this child’s life within. His hair had been long, now it could touch the floor if not bound.
He could say in all of his many attempts at life he had never felt like this, so full of life and just healthy.
He was also ravenous. When the professor had his say in what he ate, it was vegetables this and no fatty foods that. He lusted two three large steaks drizzled in chocolate sauce medium rare with like three loaded baked potatoes, and simple green tea sweeten only with raspberry or citrus.
He didn’t even have to have the fruit flavors in his tea which was typically black but he was being careful since, well, this new development had happened, no pun intended. It irked Tseng though he understood why he was doing it in the long run.
Zach told everyone the news that Sephiroth had been found and was fine and had been found by Vincent surprisingly and that is where he had been this whole time.
Back at the mansion, just as Sephiroth was almost tempted to lick his plate it had been so good, and he had been infused with emotions radiating from Aerith. Zach had told her he was okay. The emotions went through stages. It was like a warm blanket had enveloped him, tender and soft and just a quick it became prickly with her agitation. She must have been disappointed in his disappearance. He winced a little at the feeling but as fast as it came on it was back to the warm and comforting lull that encompassed him. Just as he sat there in a daze more or less communing with her emotions that reverberated through him, Tseng had silently stepped around and through the kitchen door.
He came up to him and soundlessly kissed him on the lips and Sephiroth melted into the kiss, breaking the deep connection between himself and his self-imposed ‘twin’.
“What are you doing with yourself today ‘Tinsel’?” Tseng laughed calling Sephiroth his favorite pet name earning a non-threating glare.
“I am well. I was communicating with…someone important” he said.
Tseng gave him a curious look and that question was answered by a knock at the door as Sephiroth looked towards the door and actually smiled genuinely.
“That question you were gearing up to ask me is at the door. Please be a gentleman and answer it” Sephiroth smirked as Tseng looked slightly off put thinking he was going to have Sephiroth to himself, and possibly on his back shortly on his reprieve.

Tseng moved towards the door and answered it and was bypassed by a pink bow bobbing up and down seeking out the source of her happiness. There was a distant talk to you shortly, first Sephiroth from the pink clad figure.
Zach stood in the doorway and scratched the back of his head as Tseng looked at him and actually smiled genuinely, shaking the man’s hand and welcoming him into the house to follow his girl.
With a strength that came from nowhere, Aerith latched onto Sephiroth’s middle and hugged him gently, Sephiroth smiling down at the girl and patting her back gently.
Sephiroth would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to see the young woman, no matter his circumstances. Her caring and love hand saw him healthy again when he was completely lost and she had taken up the task of purposefully tethering her very soul to his so that both knew when one was elated and when one was stressed or even saddened. The latter only seemed to happen to him since he was trying to find his way and with this new added feature of SOLIDER production via his body for a program that no longer existed and also was extremely abnormal, he just wanted all the ‘normal people’ around him more.
“Hey you, how have you been feeling?” Aerith started looking up, up, and up at the man to meet his Mako colored, cattish eyes.
“I’ll admit my nerves are better when seeing you both. You all seem to calm me. Zachary has always been a source of entertainment and you have become comfort when I am left to my devices and not in Vincent’s or Tseng’s care” Sephiroth said acknowledging the two men in the house that he’d realized were there as well.
Zach came around the corner fully with a genuine smile on his face.
“How you holding up Seph? Any weird cravings for chocobo wings covered in chocolate sauce and pistachio ice cream with salt and vinegar chips?” Zach teased.
Sephiroth went very still in Aerith’s embrace and she thought the man offended and prodded the mental connection ready to chew Zach out when what she found in their bond-was pure WANT.
Zach’s words had caused a craving from him bringing them up and he didn’t even know it but Aerith did as she turned towards Zach with a knowing smile and Sephiroth slowly blushed, feeling Aerith’s smugness in his mind at his sudden craving.
Tseng watched the scene from the entry the room, hip resting against the frame. Sure he had wanted to come home and take Sephiroth like a bitch in heat but somehow seeing him this social for once and comfortable about it and blushing-well, that was precious.
Sephiroth was trying not to respond to how good those food choices sounded that Zach had mentioned. He had will power and this progeny was ruining his self-control.   Just as he’d started to relax in the perpetual embrace that Aerith had on him, his stomach concurred with Zach and two things happened: he grimaced and closed his eyes in slight embarrassment and blushed deeper and Zachary lost his shit laughing.
Zach saw Sephiroth stiffen in his stony way in mock control of his emotions, still forgetting that wasn’t going to work around him. Sephiroth had either been offended which was high doubtful but that he really wanted it was highly probable and was why the quick response as well.
Just as he’d thought he was beginning to think that maybe his friend had been offended, a vicious growl of a stomach grumble flit across the room in the silence, the owner blushing badly and closing his eyes, and sighing in defeat.
Yes! He had been right! Sephiroth wanted it! He knew he knew his friend. Zach just started to laugh.
Sometime during Zach’s uproarious laughter, Aerith had detached from Sephiroth and Tseng from the door and they both slapped the back of Zach’s head. Zach had almost bit his tongue but he got the message and stopped laughing immediately, looking sheepishly at Sephiroth who glared at his friend because now he was hungry and the child had become active again due to this.
Aerith sensed his irritation and attached to his side again, Sephiroth naturally allowing it. Tseng frowned at Zachary’s antics and Zach felt like a heel for provoking his friend and offered to go get the items he teased him for.
Before Sephiroth could deny he didn’t want his items, Tseng pointed to the doorway glaring and Zach scrambled through it to fetch the foodstuffs.
Sephiroth pinched the bridge of his nose as the child did flips inside him irritating him, Aerith felt it though their connection and reached for his burgeoning stomach, causing him to look down at her as she rubbed along it while she began to sing an ancient sounding song to the babe and it calmed almost instantly.
Sephiroth looked down at the soothing hands of Aerith on his stomach and then at the woman herself. She was always so wonderful. He struggled with himself for his past, Jenova’s past actions towards her. He knew that they were all alive and that it was already understood that it hadn’t been him, but he still struggled since he felt with his intelligence he should have been able to overthrow Jenova’s tactics and lies.
But shortly after his healing, as Aerith had brought out, it was a matter of the heart. That had always been an area that Sephiroth knew he was weak at because he was emotionally stunted due to the rearing he’d experienced as a child, if you wanted to call it that. The only time he’d been at fault he felt truly was with Nibelhiem. Yes, Jenova’s call had echoed throughout his mind and he had already gone in compromised, he still felt he had some of his wits about himself that he should have said that he was compromised, that something was off about himself and about the place. In the end pride had won out and a whole town of innocent people had bear the brunt of his anger and rage for something they had no idea had been going on as they themselves had avoided the abandoned Shinra mansion as he should have.
Sephiroth sighed to himself as Aerith’s hold had moved further up again to hold him, no doubt she felt the undercurrent of his sorrow and guilt that always threatened at the most in opportune times.
He was jostled out of his thoughts by her voice again.
“It wasn’t wholly your fault Sephiroth. While your body may have been used, your spirit was placed under lock and key. You were as much of a victim as anyone else. I took me time to realize that as well in the Lifestream with the Planet. On your second revival that spoke of you literally being in pieces, it made absolute sense. Who in their right mind would rend their very body and soul apart?” Aerith asked with a rhetorical question that everyone present knew the answer to. No one. No one would suffer and fight a fruitless battle over and over again for the sake of not succeeding like Sephiroth had almost mindlessly been doing.
Before the air became too tense with things of the past and Sephiroth on a guilt trip that would ruin their visit, Zach knocked at a frantic pace at the door, having impeccable timing of coming back with the aforementioned food in abundance. He’d bought in abundance so that he, Aerith, and Tseng if he wished could eat the chocobo wings with macaroni salad and baked beans while Sephiroth proceeded to make whatever “pregnancy masterpiece” he wished.
They were all appeased after the banquet, Sephiroth the most, after making his truly vile concoction and trying to embarrassingly keep in low key. Aerith simply giggled and hugged him again and Zach smacked him on the shoulder just as hard acknowledging that he was still the same Sephiroth.
That was a strange concept, being the same unchanging Sephiroth. What did that intel other than Zach thankfully didn’t treat him like glass, though he was certain Tseng had glared at the other man’s antics and was thoroughly ignored. He was glad he was treated with the respect and dignity he expected and was used to. Anything less and his friendship with Zachary would be strained or worse yet, nonexistent. Sure he allowed Aerith to fuss over him but he found he enjoyed that small pleasure. He’d never had a mother to love him or care for him when he was sick or hurt, both of which he had experienced earlier on when he was small. Though he was an adult man and Aerith was nothing to him, he was fine with the concept that this time around she was more of a sister to him, a twin even. She was so close she could feel his emotions and him hers, though she stayed on a chipper high it seemed. So yes, he would bask in her comfort and caresses that she gave freely. They were pleasant but not obtrusive.
Zach reminded Sephiroth of all the time past. He helped him recall the good and the not so good, the superb and wonderful, and the heartbreaking and the depraved. He reminded him Genesis and Angeal sometimes without doing anything, just what they had all been before. Sure, Sephiroth now had a tentative relationship with Cloud out of the weird and strange that both of the fighters had experienced in the last four months, it just wasn’t what Sephiroth had with Genesis, Angeal, Zachary, and himself.
Muscles going tense again, Aerith sensed the upset more than felt it in his rigidness that she knew now to be Sephiroth fight with emotional turmoil inside and this was a physical manifestation.
“Why don’t you two go and play video games together? And before you protest, I know you do find some merit in them, even happiness. You know you cannot lie to me” Aerith said interrupting a snit she knew Sephiroth was just about to have about being “above video consoles”.
Zach happily followed the other male out of the room who’d left before the small embarrassed blush could meet his cheeks at her honesty and her laying his information out there to bare as well.
The couple said goodbye and promised to visit often since Sephiroth had not be averse to them.
And so it went.
Tifa and Aerith soon joined him almost daily. Tifa surprisingly, always seemed to be able to make him laugh. Sephiroth did not even seem to mind when Aerith and a cautious Tifa, stroked the compact, yet noticeable swell of his belly. Yuffie soon came along on the women outings to visit him. He found that it was a “the more, the merrier” situation. The other women that joined Aerith on her visits and always seemed to have some sort of advice or present to give him.
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