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Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male
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Chapter 33: Finally!
Cloud was warm and sleepily content,
snuggling down as much as he could into
the overly large bed that was meant for two. Cid assigned
him a mirror imaged cabin of Zack and Aerith’s. The
pilot simply said, “He’ll be back and I’m
moving shit when does.”
With that small happy thought, Cloud continued to make himself comfortable, he had the
blankets pulled tight around him, and his spiky blond hair was practically the
only thing visible to any onlooker that might have chanced looking into the
bedroom. He had no desire to leave his little cocoon that he had
created to keep the evening chill from touching him.
Taking one last peek at his baby’s own sleeping nest, and
hearing her snore gently as she slept, Cloud’s tired
eyes fought the effects of the sandman no more. He
yearned for sleep, and finally allowed his eyes to close of their own accord, feeling his taut, pent up emotions relax as he drifted
off into welcoming slumber.
That was until he felt a
light gentle breathing on the nape of his neck,
and something securing tightly
around his waist, pulling him backwards in the bed.
Fusion mako eyes instantly sprang
open, alert.
His whole body tensed, and his
heart thudded quickly in
his chest as adrenaline pumped ferociously
through his veins, preparing
him to fight. But the hold upon him was not
threatening. In fact, the arm that held him felt familiar, the fingers that brushed
softly against his skin, sending shivers through him.
The former cadet immediately took stock of the effect
that the stroking hand was having on his body.
His nipples, and his cock, were beginning to harden.
Cloud began to panic in consternation, when
he realised that he felt the presence of his
lover behind him.
“This can’t be real…” he
whispered to himself, easing away
from the tight embrace.
But as soon as he
was free of what, or whoever it
was wrapped around him, cat-like green
eyes opened.
“Cloud?”
The blond peddled away more
as he heard the soft seductive purr of the enchanting
voice that he knew so well. “No! You’re
not real!” he cried, his voice rising in pained
denial, tears welling as he twisted his body around
to stare numbly at the lovely vision laying
next to him.
It had to be a
hallucination! He hadn’t
heard anyone come in, hadn’t felt the blankets move or the bed dip. Sephiroth
couldn’t be here. It was impossible. He squeezed his weeping blue eyes closed
tight, wishing the taunting teasing apparition gone.
The arm reached for him again, and he felt the
warmth of the hand lying on his skin, the soothing fingers gentle and caressing.
“Don’t be afraid, my love. I’m
real, Cloud. But only
here.”
“Here?” Cloud repeated,
confused.
“Here…In
your dreams, Cloud. Or should I say, in our
dreams.”
Staring dumbly at his mate, Cloud asked,
“You mean… I’m asleep?” His pounding
heart was calming down as he
listened to his husband speak. His fear
and suspicions were fading away at the touch of the strong hand that was so
reassuring upon him, and the little cadet found himself relaxing back again
into the pillows.
Silver hair fell forward from the slight nod given.
“Yes, you’re sleeping, Cloud. And so am I.”
“Seph, what does this
mean? I mean, how is
it possible that we can share the same
dream, if we’re so far apart?”
A sad smile passed over
Sephiroth’s handsome face. “It’s because we are so
far apart, that we can
enter each other’s dreams,” he said, quietly. .
“But how?”
Cloud asked again, scooting backwards toward the body beside him, settling
himself back in place, snuggling
into the familiar heat of his
lover.
“I believe it’s possibly
from the combination of mako and Jenova
cells in our bodies. But let’s not waste our time
discussing trivial matters,” Sephiroth purred seductively,
his warm soft lips coming down and attaching themselves to the back of Cloud’s
neck.
“Wait—how much time do we have left?”
the little blond asked shyly, his
cheeks coloring a pretty shade of
scarlet as his husband worked his magic on one of Cloud’s
favourite erogenous zones.
“Only a couple of hours,” Sephiroth answered,
his voice husky with need. He turned Cloud around to face him,
dropping a kiss to his husband’s brow, his eyes,
his nose, and then gliding his tongue wetly
across the boy’s smooth jaw
line, before claiming Cloud’s
lips in a passionate, hungry kiss.
Cloud pulled back from the sinful slippery
appendage that was Sephiroth’s tongue, panting,
holding on to the moan that hummed at
the back of his throat as the silver haired ex-general
sucked on his neck, marking him.
Finding his voice, Cloud hopefully asked, “Will
we remember this when we wake up?” He was losing himself to the sensual
sensations that were flooding through his body, arching
his back from the bed when his manhood was teased underneath the sheet.
“I don’t know, Cloud.
But if I were to guess then yes, we will remember this moment.
Why do you ask?” Sephiroth had by now removed the sheets
and bedding that was acting as a barrier between him and his
young husband, and he let his fingers trial the length of
Cloud’s growing erection, his forefinger playing with the rosy, wet, leaking
crown, his fingernail drawing teasingly over the tight satin soft skin, dipping
into the pre-cum that was spilling from the blonde’s cock.
“Because… Seph…oh, ahh… …” Cloud fought to keep his
composure. He had to tell Sephiroth about
their child. As bad as Cloud wanted to have Sephiroth take him, to enter his body and make sweet love to him, he knew Sephiroth needed to know he was now a father. “Seph…your daughter…”
The ex-general paused in his quest to claim his
husband, staring intently at Cloud’s serious expression. And for the first time
since ‘waking’, he noticed the flatness of his husband’s stomach….and
the decorative bassinet next to
their bed.
Cloud reluctantly untangled himself from
Sephiroth’s loving embrace and moved the
tiny crib closer to them, reaching
into the baby’s cradle and removing a
small bundle swaddled in an ivory blanket. Gazing
down with love and pride at the
beautiful, peaceful features of his little girl, he carefully placed his daughter in large strong arms, laying the tiny sleeping baby in the hold of her daddy.
Startled, Sephiroth nearly dropped what was
handed over to him when it made a grunting sound, the
baby annoyed at being disturbed from slumber. A
little alarmed, he was about to hand the
bundle right back to his spouse when small eyelids
fluttered open, and a pair of electric sapphire blue
eyes gazed up at him, fixing him with a rigid unblinking
stare.
The blanket that was wrapped around the
bundle slid open, as
an interested Sephiroth inspected his child. He took in her
chubby thighs and her little fat belly, as well as the thick little arms
that flailed about, noting with fascination the way the tiny fingers were touching
and clutching at his exploring hand. But
what entranced Sephiroth the most about the little being in his hands, was the intensity in the colour of her pupils.
“She has your
eyes, Cloud,” he said, his voice low in hallowed wonder.
Almost crying with joy, Cloud scooted up to
Sephiroth’s side, placing one arm tenderly around his lover’s shoulders, while
placing the tip of his little finger in the baby’s grasping, sucking mouth. Not
that she grizzling, but Cloud didn’t want Sephiroth to hear their
daughter’s ear-splitting loud
wailing. Not yet, anyway. He rested his head peacefully in the crook of
Sephiroth’s neck, and waited patiently while the new father continued his long
overdue first meeting with his offspring.
Carefully examining the rest of his
daughter’s delicate features, Sephiroth
saw with contentment the light
silver-grey hair that topped her crown. It had a
touch of blonde at
the tips, and to his astonishment he
noted that her front mane framed her face just like his, while
the rest of her hair stuck upwards
in unruly spikes, resembling a Chocobo’s, just like Cloud’s did. He
gave a slight chuckle at the prettiness of her, his heart swelling with untold
emotion.
“She’s looks a lot older than that of a newborn,
love,” he commented, tracing a finger lovingly across
her peach soft cheek, trying not to envision what a stunning
beauty his daughter would
be once she matured into her looks, knowing he
would become a protective, over-bearing parent.
Masamune would
be a good deterrent for predators...
“Seph…” Cloud’s voice
was strained with sadness. “She….she’s nearly eight weeks old.”
Emerald orbs opened wide to
show emotional shock. “Eight weeks?
I’ve been separated from you…and her, for nearly two
months?”
Fighting back
tears of sorrow and guilt for all that
Sephiroth had missed out on, Cloud simply whispered, “Yes.”
“I’m sorry, my love…” Sephiroth
began, his gaze now looking beseechingly, imploringly, at his blond mate.
Hurrying to forestall the
words of apology that were about to be made,
the smaller male shushed his older partner.
“We were careless, Seph. No….I was careless. Had
it not been for me dropping that
suitcase, we’d have gotten
away.”
“I would have given my life gladly, knowing you
two had made it to safety,” Sephiroth confessed,
hugging his precious baby daughter
close to his body, his
arm tight and protective around her, draping
his other arm firmly and
lovingly around Cloud’s shoulders, pulling him to him,
kissing the boy’s lips with passion. Cloud
returned the kiss just as ardently, his own small arms reaching round to
enclose his little family in his embrace.
Utterly worn out emotionally
at meeting his child
for the first time, Sephiroth leant
back against the pillows and
closed his eyes. Cloud followed suit, laying his head
upon the flawless bare chest of his mate. Their daughter nestled
contentedly, situated securely between them.
In this way, they settled into a companionable
silence, the strong fingers of Sephiroth’s hand stroking Cloud’s skin, his
strong heartbeat calming his snoozing baby.
“You haven’t
introduced me properly to my baby daughter, Cloud. You haven’t yet told
me her name,” Sephiroth chastised in the growing light of the room. It was nearing
daybreak. They had been comforting each
other for hours and soon they would be waking-up
in the real world.
Not receiving a response to his comment,
the former elite SOLDIER thought
that his lover might have
finally succumbed to
consciousness, but the slight body
in his arms still felt just as solid,
and just as whole.
“Cloud?”
Looking down, Sephiroth saw guilt written all
over the boy’s beautiful flushed
face.
“I….I haven’t
named her, yet,”
Cloud admitted shamefully. “How could I, without you here to
christen her with me? It…it just didn’t
feel right. You missed her birth, love, and I’m not about to
take away you naming her.”
Sephiroth smiled down softly at his husband’s
bowed head. He knew exactly how the boy felt. To name their child on his own
would have felt like a betrayal to him. They had created this new life
together, and it was only fitting that they gave her a title together.
“Hmm,”
the ex-general said musingly, taking his arm from around Cloud and rubbing at
his chin with his fingers, as if in deep thought. “I
see… well, let’s give her a name now that we
are actually here together, shall we?”
Cloud’s once shamed face lifted up towards
Sephiroth, but his face now was aglow with love and happiness. He nodded
eagerly at his mate’s suggestion, and starting rattling off a selection of
names, quickly finding fault with each and every one of them, and trying more,
evening using some of the names his friends thrown at him—those weren’t
noteworthy either.
Nothing else struck Cloud that would be suitable for
his little jewel. “Any suggestions, love?” the
little blond finally asked of the silent man that held him.
The choices that had been offered perplexed Sephiroth.
He was clueless as
to what made a good child’s name. His own name
meant ‘god-like’, he found out from Hojo that his
mother had named him when he was born. He didn’t know how she came up with it
but it did match him perfectly.
Glancing down at his daughter, Sephiroth realized
that it took a lot time and consideration into naming something. He
had never owned a pet, had never had
to think of a fitting title. So how could he
be expected to name his own child? He
explained as such to Cloud, hoping the boy would take the onus off his
shoulders and come up with an idea.
Fiddling with the wayward strands of silky silver
that spilled over his shoulder, Cloud
looked
away with a blush steadily creeping along his nose, spreading outward to his
cheeks and down his neck. He did have a name
in mind. He had done so since his daughter’s birth. He just didn’t know how to
explain his choice properly, without the big man laughing at him.
Watching Cloud become
flustered was an extreme turn-on for Sephiroth. He surmised
that the main reason he was able to enter Cloud’s dream and
vice-versa was simple: they were sexually frustrated and needed to release their
tension. Their close bond had somehow opened a gate for
them to couple psychologically. Unfortunately,
he knew their time was running out, and that
making love wouldn’t happen in
this dreamscape. Maybe in the next one, Sephiroth smirked
to himself, before saying, “Come my love. Tell me what is on your mind? You
have a name you want to suggest? Let me hear it.”
“I… well, uh… since, since she looks so much like
you, I wanted to call her…” Cloud’s face was on fire. “…Stephanie…”
Tossing the name
Cloud had offered around in his head a few times, Sephiroth
then rolled it on his tongue, trying it out.
“Stephanie… Stephanie
Valentine. It has a nice sound to it.”
Sensing approval, Cloud hurried to explain his
choice. “You see, Seph, it’s made up of nine letters,
exactly the same number as yours. And…it starts with the same first initial as
yours too. And…” Here he paused, his cheeks burning even brighter as he took a
deep breath. This was where his lover would either ridicule him, or understand
what he meant.
”And….if you take all the same letters used in
both your names, S-E-P-H-I-T… and rearrange them…” He stopped, giving Sephiroth
a chance to guess where his reasoning was leading. When the ex-general
continued to look at him placidly, Cloud hastened to finish off his narrative. “HISPET. And separate the word into two, It makes, ‘his pet’. And she is, isn’t
she, your little pet?” He turned big watery blue eyes up to Sephiroth’s face,
silently beseeching the man not to mock him. ”Of course, if you don’t like it,
you can always pick another name.”
In answer, Sephiroth rubbed the blond’s hair affectionately. “You’ve obviously been
spending a lot of time, thinking about this,” he mused. “And it proves to me
that, although I haven’t been with you, I have been deep in your thoughts.” His
thumb rubbed a tear from Cloud’s cheek, and he felt his own heart tighten,
knowing the boy was on the verge of waking up, and wanting him to do so happily.
Holding his baby out
to his partner, Sephiroth gave one of his
brightest, rarest smiles. “Stephanie… my daughter,
my pet. Take
care of her, Cloud, until I return. I love
you. I love you both…”
Cerulean orbs fluttered open.
Cloud sat up in bed, his gaze immediately searching his cabin for his
husband.
“Just a dream…” he muttered to himself despondently,
until his eyes caught sight of his daughter in bed with him,
and the rumpled sheets on the other side of her. Cloud
reached out a hand towards Sephiroth’s side of the bed where
it was rumpled and still…warm.
He smiled, his heart soaring.
He wasn’t dreaming. He had seen
his husband. Now he knew, without any doubt, that it was Sephiroth he had heard all those other times in his sleep. His wonderful, beautiful, caring husband, who had passed
through every possible barrier to get a message to Cloud, to let him know he
still lived…..And to help finally name their child.
As quickly as he could, Cloud dressed in a pair of seat pants
and an over-sized t-shirt. Scooping up his still
sleeping precious jewel, the former cadet raced out of
his room to the galley, where he knew most
of his friends were probably having breakfast.
All eyes turned on him as he burst through the doors,
holding out his baby girl for them to see, held like a
prized trophy. She was awake now, and looked around with her large blue eyes
opened wide in bemusement.
“Everyone, may I introduce to you, my daughter—Stephanie
Valentine,” Cloud proclaimed, proudly.
As one, his friends left
their early morning meals and gathered around him and his baby,
congratulating him for finally naming her. Tifa and
Aerith instantly plucked their godchild from her mother’s arms and
fussed and cooed over her, saying her name over and over again as they tickled
her tummy, and kissed her nose. As Cloud went
and sat next to his best friend at the
table, he suddenly realised how hungry he was, and how good food smelt. He
hadn’t realised he had started eating only as something to do just to stay
alive. Now he couldn’t wait to let his tongue wrestle with a plateful of
pancakes and maple syrup.
“It’s about damn time my niece had a
name, Spike. How did you manage to come up with that one?”
Zack asked, ploughing through a stack of piping hot
pancakes of his own.
Boldly smiling for the first time in a good long while, Cloud
answered, “Sephiroth named her.”
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: How was that? Sorry, no Sephiroth or Vincent. And yes, Cloud
did dream of his beloved husband but it wasn’t all bad.
Questions, so many questions… will Sephiroth and Vincent make it
to their family? Do know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.
Mitts & ArchNemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Next Chapter oOoOo
“Shit,” he muttered under his
breath.
“Such foul language,
Mr. Strife.”
Cloud whipped around to see...”Rufus?”
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