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Zack was called in by Sephiroth for a sudden conference. He didn’t sweat it, anyone close to either of them knew that a “conference” between General Sephiroth and First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair usually ended up with a food delivery and not a damn thing accomplished.

He had found the office almost pitch black, freezing cold, and silent. Sephiroth was leaning far enough back in his office chair to cause Zack momentary concern about him crashing to the floor, but he somehow achieved perfect balance with his legs sprawled across his desk.

He was never one to question a surprise naptime, so he’d followed the example of his superior and kicked his feet up as well. After several minutes, Zack was dozing happily.

“Level with me,” Sephiroth finally rumbled in the darkness.

“Yeah?” Zack yawned, opening his eyes.

“I have until the end of today to decide.”

Sephiroth was in so much physical and mental discomfort he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could never recall being hotter, hungrier, more sore, or more tired in his entire life. He attempted to cool himself by closing his office shutters and cranking the air conditioner, creating a cave-like atmosphere in his place of business.

Since actually seeing the cellular infants, the General had been plagued by terrible visions of screaming, demonic creatures with tails, horns, extra limbs, no eyes, or any terrible combination thereof. Usually these children of the damned clawed their way out of his stomach. In one particularly wretched dream, he had been on the toilet when they decided to push their way out of him, falling into the water, a writhing, screaming mess of bloody limbs and eggshells.

But in the most horrifying of all the nightmares, Cloud held and kissed one lovingly as it ate his flesh and tore away at him. He’d been unable to protect Cloud, unable to speak or move, he was just a bodiless set of eyes watching on in soul sickened terror.

In the past week, Sephiroth had become an insomniac. He couldn’t sleep, and could hardly stand to be awake, so he settled for limbo in his cold, dark office behind one of Cloud’s sleep masks.

He really would have given anything to shut his eyes for eight peaceful hours of sleep, but he just couldn’t bear to face another nightmare. It became worse and worse the closer it came to Friday; the very last date that Aerith would ethically agree to perform an abortion. He didn’t have the mental strength to weigh such a decision. He longed for a moment’s peace without thinking about the creatures inside of him.

He put off facing it.. and put if off some more.. he sidestepped Cloud’s attempts at conversation and then put it off even more.. and suddenly it was decision day. Sephiroth knew Aerith would be in the labs until the early evening.

He couldn’t think about this alone. So he called upon his one true confidante.

Zack sighed and leaned forward, helping himself to a bagel and a little tube of hazelnut cream cheese from Sephiroth’s ever present spread of pastries. “Have you talked it over with Cloud?”

Sephiroth raised his eye mask to glare at Zack, two neon slits of green cutting through the darkness. “It’s all he wants to talk about. But at the same time, he just doesn’t get it. He refuses to understand my plight.”

“What plight?” Zack asked around the bagel.

Sephiroth snapped the eye mask onto his forehead. “I’m infested. I’m going to have to go through with something completely unnatural, completely inhuman, and quite frankly…” Sephiroth took a big bite of an onion bagel. “Completely disgusting.”

Zack shrugged. “I mean, it’s just a couple more weeks. I know it sounds like a lot but… after that time, you’ll have a family.”

“I never wanted a family.”

“What’s Cloud, then?”

Sephiroth paused in thought. “I really do love him.”

Zack stopped chewing and raised his eyebrows. “…That’s beautiful, Seph.”

“I know,” Sephiroth agreed grumpily.

“So, you never knew you wanted Cloud before, and look how great everything turned out, right? Maybe this will be great, too?”

“This,” Sephiroth hissed, making a circular motion around his stomach. “This is not part of the program. This is grotesque.”

“It is not, women do it everyday!” Zack laughed. “I mean, how hard can it be?”

“I’m not afraid of… delivering…” Then he pursed his lips a little. “Should I be?”

“Did you know that I’ve delivered a baby?”

“You? When?”

“I was nine. My mom’s midwife asked if I wanted to help, and I was excited about getting a little sister, so I said sure. I saw everything.”

Sephiroth stared at Zack, waiting for an elaboration. After several uncomfortable heartbeats of silence, he finally barked, “And?”

“And… I don’t remember anything, I completely blocked it out. The nurse told her one time to push, and then alluva sudden, there was a baby. But hey! No matter how painful, or how gross it is, know that the people you love will be there, and they won’t remember a damn thing about it!”

Sephiroth put his eye mask back on, slowly.

“Sephiroth, you don’t want an abortion. You would have gotten one already if you did,” Zack told him point blank as he took another bagel. “Have the kids. And if you don’t want them, there are plenty of people around here who’d jump at the chance to take them in. They’re gonna be cute little fuckers.”

“They’re cute alright,” Sephiroth groused. “Cute, cute, fucking cute. Where am I going to put these cute little shits? We’re talking about five alien beings, plus Cloud and I. Seven people. Do you think my place can happily hold seven fucking people?”

Zack shrugged. “We grew up in a small place. We were happy. Besides, it’s Midgar. Everyone’s crammed in like sardines.”

“Well, who’s going to raise them? Cloud and I don’t know anything about raising babies.”

“Babies are more resilient than you think, you’re allowed to mess up a few times. But you’ll get it, all parents do. And then again, some never do, and the kids still grow up sane and happy.”

“You’re supposed to be talking me out of this, Zack.”

Zack flashed a grin that showed even in the dark. “Now, how would little old me be able to talk you out of anything once you’ve made up your mind?”

Sephiroth groaned. “… I have made up my mind, haven’t I?”

“Yes sir, you have.”

Sephiroth raised his eye mask again and flung it onto the floor. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck.”

“What?”

“Cloud. He’s finally living his dream. He’s wanted to be where he’s at all his fucking life. Now he’s talking about putting it all off to take care of this… situation.”

Zack sucked food out of his teeth. “Seph… didn’t know how to bring it up before, but… Cloud’s already filled out leave papers.”

Sephiroth stilled. “He did?”

“Turned them in to me last week. I approved him, of course. I didn’t really feel like it was my place to talk to you about it. Then I got busy and sort of…”

“Forgot,” Sephiroth supplied. He wasn’t honestly surprised. Cloud had also bought issues of Modern Parent, Babies’ Life, and Father-Only Household magazine, attempting to hide them in his gear. It was just another piece of the puzzle that was making this decision all the more difficult.

He didn’t want to break Cloud’s heart.

But he also didn’t want to compromise himself, his body, his manhood. And the thought of forcing his genetics onto a new generation seemed ludicrous. How could Cloud be so unfazed, so accepting? How could Zack even bear to be in the same room with such a carnival freak of a best friend, such a waste of a leader, such a failure of a … man.

Was he still a man?

Was he ever a man?

Zack watched the play of emotions make their harsh march across Sephiroth’s face, and as the silence spun out uncomfortably, he finally cleared his throat. “I’d better be headed back out.”

Sephiroth nodded once.

Zack sighed, hesitantly uncurling his legs from the desk and putting his hands in his pockets. Before he reached the door, he turned. “Sephiroth, whatever happens, you know I’m here for you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re there for me or not,” he rumbled moodily.

Zack smiled. “Oh yes, I almost forgot, Sir. The cheese stands alone.”

“Get out. I hate you. You’re fired,” Sephiroth grumbled, too tired to work up an actual growl.

Zack whistled a few notes of Farmer and the Dell, just to ensure that the tune embedded itself into Sephiroth’s skull, then left closed the door before anything could be thrown at him.

Some called him a masochist for being his friend, but the General was Zack’s favorite man on the planet.

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

Cloud was pacing the floors, practically leaving smoking track in his wake.

He stopped to look at his cell phone, having done so several times within the past sixty seconds. He watched the time until another minute ticked away and resumed, running a nervous hand through his hair.

Sephiroth wouldn’t answer his phone. Zack didn’t know anything for sure. Aerith wasn’t in her office, and nobody in the lab would tell Cloud anything because he wasn’t Sephiroth’s immediate fucking family.

But he needed to know if anything had happened to his little immediate family.

If Sephiroth had done something drastic… Cloud wasn’t entirely sure he could go on breathing, much less forgive and forget. He loved Sephiroth with all his heart, but he wouldn’t be able to look at him in the eyes again for taking this away from him. For taking it away without giving him a real chance to fight for it.

He’d been dodging baby conversation all week. At times, Sephiroth had seemed acceptant since seeing the babies. Hesitant, but still somewhat acceptant. He even seemed at times to almost be content with the turn of events, only to edit himself later of course, taking care to pile on the disdain.

Cloud tried to understand what Sephiroth was feeling.

The poor man had been blindsided. The man’s world had been turned upside down.

Bullshit. The man was the luckiest man on the face of the Earth. And he was an intelligent man, one who had full knowledge of how to operate a fucking cell phone.

He stopped and peered through the peephole, smooshing his cheek against the door to see down the hallway, searching for a flash of sliver hair or black leather approaching.

But, there was nobody. Cloud made a fist and bumped it into the doorframe, pulling out his cell phone to check the time. It was still the same minute. He watched the phone until it ticked away, then stuffed it back into his pocket.

Thirty slow, agonizing minutes later, he heard keys scratch and turn in the door handle.

Cloud stood frozen as Sephiroth entered.

He sighed when he saw Cloud’s anguished face, and turned away from it to make his way into the kitchen.

Cloud scoffed at the brush off. “You couldn’t pick up your goddamn phone?”

“Ringer’s off. I have a headache.”

Cloud stood at the threshold of the kitchen, clasping his hands under his chin. “Well...?”

“It’s fine,” Sephiroth took a bottle of water from the cupboard. He cracked open the cap and took a drink, then gently rolled his eyes at Cloud’s doe eyed gaze. “It’s fine.”

“So they’re still…?”

“Still causing me intense pain? Yes.”

Cloud let loose a gust of air, then tensed again. “Well… what happened?”

“Nothing happened. I went to work, and now I’m home.”

“Sephiroth. We never talked about things after seeing them last week… really talked, I mean. I just – ”

“We didn’t need to talk. I do what I want… don’t you know that by now?” Sephiroth took another drink.

“So you want them!” Cloud gushed.

“No,” Sephiroth quickly grumbled. “I want you happy.”

“I am!” Cloud clapped before he could stop himself. “It’s official! It’s finally official!”

Sephiroth’s eyes fluttered into a roll. “What are we going to do with them?”

Cloud had already flown out of the room. He came bounding back with an armful of pastel-hued magazines. He dropped to his knees and spread them across the kitchen floor, opening them to tabbed pages and nearly bubbling over with excitement.

“We have the gym room for the boys! And there’s the home office, for the girls!”

Sephiroth’s eyes widened. “And where am I supposed to put my office shit?”

“Maybe, oh, I dunno… in your huge office at work?” Cloud sassed him, busy with his magazines. “It’s about time you left work at work and just enjoyed being home!”

“Yeah well, where am I supposed to work out, then?” Sephiroth questioned, taking another drink of his water.

“There’s the executive gym. Not so many adoring grunties in there,” Cloud suggested easily. “And I’m sure they’d build you your own gym at HQ if you’d only ask. You can do your yoga in private…!”

“I don’t do yoga,” Sephiroth fibbed.

“I saw what I saw,” Cloud dismissed, then cast a dazzling smile. “Okay! So I was thinking with the gym, an outer space theme! And for the home office, a pretty, pink ballerina theme! What do you think?”

Sephiroth was bored already. “What if they’re all boys?”

“Ummm…” Cloud then laughed up at him. “Then we can put the gay ones in the ballerina room!”

“We need a new place,” Sephiroth decided. “We cannot house two adults and five mutants in here. It’s not happening.”

Cloud’s eyebrows turned up. “Aww, Seph… I love this apartment.”

“It’s a great place,” Sephiroth agreed. “But there’s no way.”

“Two rooms will be enough for them!” Cloud argued with a hopeful smile, crawling towards Sephiroth to spider his fingers up a long leather boot. “Mmmm, and I’ll clean up any messes they make and walk them everyday… I promise…”

Sephiroth jerked his knee ticklishly and let a smile slip. “I’d rather the mutants each have their own room.”

“Seph! Do you realize how huge a place with six bedrooms will be? We don’t even have enough stuff to fill a place that big!”

“So, we’ll get stuff. It’s not like I can’t afford it.”

“I’m not saying we can’t afford it... I just don’t want to move.”

Sephiroth lowered his eyes. “We could compromise.”

Cloud tilted his head in suspicion. “…Compromise?”

“We can keep this place if we only kept two of the… thingies.”

Cloud gasped sharply.

“It’s a thought,” Sephiroth quickly continued before the blonde could balk. “Two spare rooms here for two kids. A boy and a girl. That would be more than enough for us to handle. We wouldn’t have to move, and you wouldn’t be overtaxed. Think about it; it’s just an option.”

“No!” Cloud said instantly. “No fucking way!”

“Okay, okay,” Sephiroth agreed, tilting his water bottle back to take a few big gulps.

Cloud pursed his lips in near anger, knowing that while his lover often talked a lot of big, bad game… he wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t so bad, at all.

It was just that Sephiroth’s mind was sometimes overly logical, but he always made decisions with his heart. He never would have gotten an abortion. Of this, Cloud became suddenly certain. If he really had wanted to, he would have the moment he’d found out about all this. And if he did have the babies, there’s no way in hell he would really give a single one of them up.

Sephiroth never shared what was his.

Cloud was fully prepared to lose his temper and call Sephiroth’s bluff on both counts, shoving that beautiful face right into a steaming pile of his own inner soft heartedness.

But Sephiroth swallowed more water, leaving his lips wet and pursed. When his eyes finally met Cloud’s, the bright greens were dim with exhaustion and clear apprehension. Sephiroth’s right eyebrow twitched a little and the tiny action seemed to beg for affection. Cloud instantly lost any urge to argue or knock him down a notch. He loved Sephiroth too much to stoop to such pettiness.

Cloud rose from his knees and wrapped his arms around Sephiroth’s waist. “…You okay?”

“Sure,” he answered softly, immediately wrapped his arms around Cloud.

“You still love me?”

“Of course. I’ve loved you since Nibelheim.”

Cloud made a little unidentifiable noise. “You …did?”

Sephiroth didn’t smile. “That night at the diner, I fell in love with you. I remember when the sun was coming up, you closed your eyes and laid your head on my shoulder… you made me want to keep living, Cloud. You still do.”

Cloud rested his cheek on Sephiroth’s chest, so thoroughly romanced that he could hardly remain standing. “Awwoh… I love you, Seph.”

“I love you, too,” Sephiroth agreed, wondering which egg was pulling which lever to make him not only agree to keep the mutant spawn, but also come home and romance Cloud for no reason at all!? It was like he had no control of himself, anymore!

Sephiroth was busy cooking up some sort of smartass commentary, something to regain his footing. But with Cloud smiling and happy, pressed warm and secure against him, he realized that giving a little extra love felt… nice.

So he held back any and all venom in his voice. “I know you already put in for your leave.”

Cloud tensed a little in his arms. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not. How long did you take?”

“Three years.”

“Jesus Christ, Cloud…” Sephiroth murmured.

“I’m still in the reserve! I figure I can go on missions now and then… and I’ll keep up with my training. We can train together! And when the babies are ready for preschool, I can go on active duty again.”

Sephiroth laid his cheek in Cloud’s hair. “That’s very well thought out.”

Cloud took a moment to let that immeasurable compliment sink in, before asking, “You really think so?”

“If you’re willing to do it.”

“I am!”

Sephiroth kissed the top of Cloud’s head and reached for his water bottle. “So you’re going to mommy five fucking monsters all by yourself?”

“I’ve thought about that… it’ll be almost impossible,” Cloud admitted. “…How would you feel about a part-time nanny?”

“I don’t want some random woman around them,” Sephiroth declared loudly. “The things will probably mistake her for their mother. That’s fucking disgusting.”

Cloud laughed a little bit over Sephiroth’s sudden vitriol against a surrogate mother figure. “Well… what about a manny?”

“Fine. You and the manny can have a good time in the new place, then. And while we’re at it, we might as well look for a seven room place. I want my goddamn gym.”

Cloud pouted in defeat. “I’ll miss this apartment so much.”

Sephiroth smiled knowingly, and brushed the tresses of blonde hair away from Cloud’s ear and purred into it, “Even if the new place happens to have a pool?”

Cloud’s eyes fluttered. “P – … Pool? We can have a pool? A big pool?”

“As big as you want.”

“With an attached jacuzzi!?”

“Naturally.”

The heavens opened up and shined down on Cloud Strife. He bounced into the air, suddenly very eager to vacate. “Alright! I’m already still half packed from when we had our big fight! I’ll put an ad in the paper for a manny, and – and – and I’ll find a realtor and we have to go pick baby stuff out! Should we register for a baby shower? Oh, stupid question, of course you don’t want a fucking baby shower!”

“Cloud.”

“I wanna be moved in and be settled by the time the babies arrive! Oh Seph, we don’t have much time! I promise I can handle everything! I just want you to take it easy!”

“Cloud.”

Cloud ripped off a sheet of paper from their magnetic note holder on the refrigerator door, and was making a list of tasks, babbling about the hierarchy of importance. Which should come first? The manny or the baby names? The new place or the new furniture? The diapers or the wall paint?

Sephiroth clamped his hand over Cloud’s mouth. Dancing blue eyes looked over to find calm, green ones.

“Start first thing tomorrow.”

“Omowwow?” Cloud muffled behind Sephiroth’s hand.

“Tomorrow…” Sephiroth repeated, tilting Cloud’s face up to brush his lips.

Cloud got the hint in a big way. He let his pen and paper fall from his hands, then raised them to brush up Sephiroth’s arms.

Sephiroth was already working on Cloud’s SOLDIER belt. “You’re awfully sexy when I let you have your way.”

Cloud smiled, leaning his forehead against Sephiroth’s chin. “Maybe you should go with what I want more often.”

“You’re free to do whatever you want, Cloud. You always have been.”

Cloud held up his arms to allow his ribbed blue shirt to be tugged off. “I know, but I just want to please you… and pleasing you typically means holding on for dear life and not asking questions.”

Sephiroth smirked as Cloud’s pants slid past his hips and dropped down to the floor. “You seem to like it that way.”

“I do…” Cloud agreed, chirping a little when Sephiroth picked him up and set him on the countertop.

“I know you do. But as you might know, I’m finding myself rather open to suggestion these days…” Sephiroth kissed Cloud, easily finding the comfortable and memorized tastes and textures of his lips.

He took as he was accustomed to, but then stopped taking, and waited instead. Cloud’s lips didn’t falter, they moved Sephiroth’s easily, sucking and bestowing tiny, sweet pecks between deeper invasions of his pink tongue.

Cloud Strife was an extremely sensual kisser. Did Sephiroth even notice that before now?

He realized that he did not. He let Cloud kiss him to his little heart’s content, feeling the cool, long fingered hands cup his face, and the soft, warm tongue nudge his along. Cloud broke away to utter Sephiroth’s name, if for no other reason than he liked the way it felt in his mouth.

Sephiroth moved the kiss to Cloud’s jaw, across his throat and to his ear. “Want something, Cloud?”

“I…”

Sephiroth pulled a little on Cloud’s hair. “I won’t ask again.”

“I want…” Cloud carefully shed his insecurity and answered. “I wanna make love to you... can I?”

“Yeah.”

Cloud paused. He leaned back to look at Sephiroth, gauging him uncertainly for several moments.

“You gonna do it through my clothes?”

Cloud blushed as his hands came up, his fingers working on Sephiroth’s coat. The General cooperated in slipping it off and making himself available for Cloud’s fingers to get into his belt for unfastening, his boots for unsnapping, and finally his pants for unzipping.

Cloud slid down off the counter and slowed, taking his sweet time to pull the leather pants down Sephiroth’s thighs. He gently raked and dug in his fingers more than was called for, and Sephiroth watched with great interest. Cloud’s eyes and fingers seemed to be transfixed not with his erection, but with the outer hip area, the length of his thighs, and the caps of his knees. Cloud bent down to run his lips along a line of muscular definition, moving over to the other thigh to give it the same treatment.

Cloud Strife was a leg man. Sephiroth was astonished that he also did not know this before, and he was never more thankful for his mile long gams.

After fully undressing him, Cloud seemed unsure of what to do next. He blinked in thought before taking Sephiroth’s hand, and gently leading him towards the bedroom. He followed Cloud without complaint or criticism, but if he were in charge, he would have simply taken himself in the kitchen.

However, it was Cloud’s turn. If it was a gentle tug of his hand to bed, Sephiroth would follow. He wanted to follow.

And then Sephiroth could then see the genius reasoning behind the bed. Once horizontal, they were the same height.

“Stop thinking so much,” Cloud murmured, taking up a position to straddle one of Sephiroth’s legs.

“…It’s just different.”

Afterall, forcing Cloud to fuck him wasn’t quite the same as allowing Cloud to fuck him. The first fateful time he could hardly recall, and the second he’d been an inch from certifiable insanity. Maybe Aerith was right, and he had been in heat like an animal. But now he was calm, sober… everything felt sharper and more real than it had before.

Cloud’s hands knew Sephiroth’s body perfectly. His fingers brushed down his stomach in such a way that every drop of blood in his body shot to his feathery touch. Sephiroth’s toes bunch in the sheets as Cloud’s warm mouth followed his fingers down his torso. His hands coasted over the length of his legs as his lips teased the ridges rises and dips of his stomach.

When Cloud stopped and looked, Sephiroth closed his eyes, hoping to God that Cloud wouldn’t.

But Cloud did.

He kissed across the area where their combined cells were mutating, sweetly and chastely; kisses not meant for Sephiroth. His toes dug into the sheets for a different reason, to resist rolling away, to resist calling the whole thing off.

Cloud sensed the tenseness and moved to Sephiroth’s softening erection. It almost wasn’t enough to distract the General from his fresh apprehension, but just almost. Cloud’s mouth, like his hands, knew exactly what he needed.

He watched intently and slowly allowed himself to forget about the eggs. Cloud’s tongue flicked out at the tip as Sephiroth watched, and for the first time in several days, he felt totally alone in the room with his little lover. Cloud could sense a little change in the currents of Sephiroth’s aura, a relaxation and a tiny fire of desire lit. Cloud fanned the flames, letting out soft noises around his cock, his blonde head moving up and down slowly, his lips wrapped tight.

Sephiroth was always so smooth about suddenly having lube in his hands, he was like a sex magician. Cloud realized that was because Sephiroth had arms long enough to reach the drawer from anywhere on the bed. He felt it would have been bad form to ask for help, especially since Sephiroth was quickly becoming putty in his hands, so he improvised. While managing not to distract Sephiroth from the blowjob that he so obviously needed, he stretched out his leg, opened the drawer with his foot, and fished out the little tube with his toes.

Sephiroth was vaguely aware of a rustling, but with the tiny commotion, Cloud sucked harder. Hence, the commotion was ignored. He then realized what it must have been when he felt fingers hint gently at his opening, and then slip in, stretching him gently.

“Enough,” Sephiroth grunted almost immediately. This was something he felt he didn’t need. He did it for Cloud because he was small, and naturally the more fragile of the two. But it felt condescending to be prepared.

Cloud came up from Sephiroth’s cock and licked his lips. “Let me make you feel good.”

…Sephiroth didn’t know how to respond to that.

He didn’t have to; Cloud slipped in another finger, thrusting and probing gently as he took Sephiroth all the way down his throat. He let a hand slide into Cloud’s hair, not to force or guide, just to feel more of him. Every noise and texture Cloud presented was another thousand miles away he traveled from reality.

Cloud came up with a hot trail of kisses, and brought them to Sephiroth’s lips. Never brutal or pushy, instead he presented another series of those breathless, sensual wet pecks. Sephiroth flicked his tongue out at each one until Cloud’s mouth opened up to take it, sucking on it with an anxious shiver.

They both gasped when Cloud traded his fingers for his erection. It was abrupt, and his blue eyes grew large under the hanging curtain of sweat damp blonde hair. He stopped for a moment, grinding himself softly out of restlessness, but allowing Sephiroth a moment to adjust.

Sephiroth gazed up under the thick black curtain of his eyelashes, lips parted. Cloud took it for a little moment of shocked pain, but it was the opposite. For the first time in almost two weeks, he felt absolutely no pain.

It was just them.

When Cloud pulled his hips back slightly, the feeling of blissful painlessness quickly made way for that strange shock of bittersweet electric pleasure. If the first strike of Cloud’s cock had been like morphine, the second was like ecstasy.

The third brought about that demanding slice of depravity that neither knew Sephiroth possessed.

“Fuck…” he gasped, his hips lifting a little.

Cloud was happy to hear it. “…Yeah?”

Sephiroth nodded against the sheets and truly spread his legs, hugging one around Cloud’s narrow hips. The closet leg enthusiast’s blue eyes dilated a bit, and he reached back to cup the long thigh with his fingers digging in appreciatively.

Cloud rolled his hips against Sephiroth’s in a way that was usually reversed and rubbing against his outer thighs. Feeling the swinging little swaying thrust almost made Sephiroth want to burst out laughing. He’d half expected Cloud to hulk out, or to become a manly stud out of absolutely nowhere. He was glad that Cloud hadn’t assumed a different way of making love, because Sephiroth craved seeing him move that way.

He was still Cloud, just… on top.

Sephiroth was so relaxed, so relieved, so lost in sensations that he didn’t realize how much deep throated noise he was making. Cloud ate up every octave and syllable and gave it back with double the enthusiasm. He pressed his forehead into Sephiroth’s chest and dug his knees into the bed, never feeling so completely surrounded by his lover in his life. It hadn’t felt like Sephiroth before. Maybe fragments of him, but this was the real, entire thing moving against him, groaning for him, and holding onto him with his long, beautiful limbs.

Cloud was quickly approached with a decision. Sephiroth’s cock was massive, rock hard and leaking between their stomachs, and he himself was also tightening towards completion. He knew that he could have slowed down, drawn out this beautiful union, but he also could see in Sephiroth’s eyes how exhausted the man was.

Then, the exhausted man purred something low and dirty against his ear, a filthy combination of curse words and body parts that Cloud’s pleasure hazed mind didn’t actually understand, but damn well knew the meaning of. As much as he wanted to prolong it, for hours if he could possibly manage it, he knew his love hadn’t been sleeping well.

Love overcame lust. It was time to put Sephiroth to bed the right way.

Cloud made a show of licking his palm, then wrapped it around Sephiroth, slowly pumping him in a tight fist, caressing every inch of his thick length.

Sephiroth could see what he was doing and gave in without question. He lifted his hips up into Cloud’s fist, pushing himself up harder and Cloud in deeper, and soon tumbled over the edge. Cloud didn’t speed the pumping of his hand or his hips, ensuring that Sephiroth’s climax was long, drawn out and deep. He suddenly understood why Sephiroth always fucked him so slowly over their two years together. The inner convulsions and tremors through Sephiroth’s body felt heavenly, too achingly good to rush.

While the hot liquid spurted against his stomach and chest, Cloud felt himself grow wild with need, and was pulled and caressed even tighter by Sephiroth’s ass. He forced himself to keep it slow, the greater effort yielding an uncontrollable whimpering. As Sephiroth came down for a soft landing, Cloud quickly took off.

The relaxed green eyes stayed fixed on him, and Cloud didn’t attempt to hide his face or his words. They were all praise and affection for his lover, afterall, if a little rough and jagged.

When Cloud finally collapsed on top of Sephiroth, he left himself slide out, sighing in a bit of annoyance at the thick, white mess he made when he did so. He figured he was in charge of clean up, so he forced himself up with a groan to do so. Sephiroth laid out like a spoiled brat, pleased to be able to lie and relax after sex instead of hopping up for a towel.

When Cloud returned from the bathroom, Sephiroth had burrowed under the blankets and was holding it aloft for him, his eyes already closed. Cloud was somewhat happy that this wasn’t reversed; Sephiroth enveloped him from behind as per usual.

“What’s the ratio?” Cloud wondered aloud as he settled in.

“Ratio of what?” Sephiroth asked, his voice deep and satisfied against Cloud’s hair.

“This,” Cloud giggled. “How often can we do this?”

Sephiroth chuckled. “What kind of ratio do you have in mind?”

“Sixty – forty?” Cloud suggested.

“No fucking way. Eighty – twenty,” Sephiroth hissed in his hair.

“Seventy – thirty!” Cloud argued with a smile.

“Seventy-five – Twenty-five…final offer.”

“How about… when we both want to?” Cloud yawned happily, curling his hands inside of Sephiroth’s.

“Sounds good. Stupid to keep tabs on it…” was the last thing Sephiroth mumbled before a deep yawn. After a few moments of kissing smooth skin, wiggling their feet together, and making sure no limbs were lying on silver hair, Sephiroth’s breath settled into a deep pattern of much needed sleep.

Tabs, indeed. Cloud snorted to himself. He just worked over General Sephiroth. He planned to start tattooing notches onto his balls.

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“Five!” Cloud kept sighing breathlessly.

Sephiroth was extraordinarily grumpy that afternoon. He didn’t feel much like verbalizing his unhappiness, because he knew that once the dam was broken, he might kill someone or something.

“Five! Oh!” Cloud moaned on a little puff of air, taking up a teddy bear and squeezing the plush soul out of it.

The very next morning, Cloud had dragged him off to The Baby Depot, or The Breeder Paradise, or whatever the fuck the huge, sprawling warehouse of infant goods was called.

Just to look, of course.

The only stipulation that made Sephiroth even cross the threshold was that they weren’t spending a single gil. Not one. They didn’t know the sexes of the infants yet, or if they were even going to have sexes at all, therefore they were only looking. Sephiroth became more and more irritated as Cloud shamelessly ripped off item number tickets for later reference.

He sighed, completely unhappy with losing his home and body to a litter of unwelcome alien spawn. The now familiar tight ache in his stomach contested that they must have been growing despite his mental hostility towards them. He’d never intended to mention the fact that Cloud’s cock had somehow lessened the pain, but he let it slip that morning when he woke happy and satisfied in his little lover’s arms, fully indulging in a little bit of pillow talk.

Cloud’s theory to the mystery? “They missed me!”

This earned him a rough smack on the top of his head.

He’d been following Aerith’s orders to succumb to any cravings and keep off of physical activity as much as possible. This was more for his comfort than for the aliens. As far as he was concerned, as long as they were housed in his body, it would be survival of the fittest.

“I want their tails cut off,” Sephiroth declared suddenly, causing Cloud to turn on his heels.

“Cut your hair off,” he instantly challenged.

“I’m serious,” Sephiroth said firmly, shoving away a stroller that rolled into his path with one finger. “If they really are just normal kids with tails… let’s cut them off.”

“You can’t just cut off a part of someone’s body,” Cloud tsked, turning from the strollers to veer his short attention-spanned little self over to the clothes.

“We’d be doing them a favor,” Sephiroth argued. Then he paused, his attention intensely drawn to something on a shelf.

Cloud halted, desperate to know what his lover had actually stopped to look at. Sephiroth reached out with his long, big fingers, and gently picked up a tiny, perfectly made little Converse sneaker. “Are you telling me that babies are this fucking small?”

Cloud giggled, picking up a teensy little loafer. “Yeah, babies wear these!”

Sephiroth was honestly shocked, and then seemed more shocked when he found an even smaller shoe. He turned to Cloud very seriously. “… We’re SOLDIERs. How are we gonna handle these things?”

“Tons of SOLDIERs have children!” Cloud laughed.

“What if I step on one or something?”

“Hopefully they’ll be smart enough to scatter at the sound of your thunderous footsteps.”

Sephiroth wasn’t amused. “Cloud, it took me forever not to bruise you. How am I going to handle a baby?”

“You’ll learn, gorgeous man. You can do anything…” Cloud grinned, running a single finger down Sephiroth’s chest. This sudden hint of naughtiness was completely inappropriate and completely… sexy.

Sephiroth fought a smile to the death and lost miserably. As his lips curved upwards, Cloud smoothed his knuckles across his cheek affectionately before looking back to the tiny array of shoes. He twirled a little ballerina flat on his finger and gazed around the store. “Isn’t this just plain fun?”

“What’s so fun about it?” Sephiroth pouted, grumpiness resumed.

“Everything’s so cute!”

“Infants won’t appreciate or remember a thing about these accoutrements. It’s all unnecessary. They need diapers, food, and something to sleep on. That’s all I had.”

“Oh my God! You’re gonna be one of those fathers!”

“Excuse me?”

Cloud growled with puffed cheeks. “Gather ‘round children, I’ll tell you all about life in the medical lab! When I was a kid we didn’t have all this bullshit! No sir, all I had was a roll of toilet paper and active grenades to play with – and I liked it!”

Sephiroth huffed. “Actually, I played with expired science kits and empty shotguns, thanks.”

Light danced in Cloud’s eyes. “And you got beaten constantly, of course!”

“Every single day. It was actually the highlight of my afternoon as a kid,” Sephiroth said truthfully, a nostalgic smile curving his lips. “…They called it training hour, and it was always a different sort of ambush. It wasn’t over until I won, or ruptured an organ.”

Cloud guffawed. “And did you walk to school every day? Uphill both ways?”

“I was schooled in the lab. I would have gladly walked any distance, through any conditions to have gotten out of that place.”

Cloud was in convulsions. “Our kids will hate you so much! I cannot wait!”

Sephiroth grinned at the melodic laughter, hooking an arm roughly around Cloud’s waist to pull him away from the shoes. “I’m glad my hellish childhood amuses you.”

Cloud sighed and let himself be led. “Well, it’s not like I had much growing up, either. It was constantly freezing in Nibelheim. We had a limited amount of wood in the winter, so mom usually wouldn’t light a warmth fire unless it was under twenty degrees. If it was twenty-one degrees, she’d just tell me to put on more clothes. I remember whenever she cooked, I’d bundle up by the stove just for the heat.”

Sephiroth listened intently. As bad as he’d had it, he’d always had the simple modern comfort of a controlled thermostat.

Cloud wandered down the aisle, picking up a box that pictured little girls playing dress up on it, the contents apparently dresses and tiaras and jewels. “When I was really young, I played with wooden toys my grandpa made for me himself. Trucks and blocks. And I had plastic SOLDIERs. When I got a little older, I’d help out the miners after school, moving rocks and doing odd jobs, like getting into places I was little enough to get into. They’d give me some spare change, and I’d usually save it up for something I wanted, like going to the movies or a cool lunch box…” Cloud got a faraway look. “I had a totally badass Masters of the Universe lunch box…”

“Why?” Sephiroth asked, curious about the fond expression Cloud showed for something that’s purpose was to hold food. He’d never experienced a school lunch room.

“Lunch boxes are a form self expression for kids,” Cloud explained easily. Then he laughed a little. “One time I bought myself sea monkeys. My mom was so pissed that I wasted my money on them. Did you ever have sea monkeys?”

“No,” Sephiroth answered. One time he watched an experiment that outfitted a chimpanzee with gills, and it actually survived underwater for a few days. But he knew Cloud was probably referring to brine shrimp eggs.

He was actually finding himself fascinated by Cloud’s humble, near poverty level upbringing. Cloud hadn’t spoken of it before then in such length.

Sephiroth approached him from behind, laying his chin in his blonde spikes. “What else?”

Cloud was slightly surprised he’d wanted to hear more. “Um… Well, this isn’t very nice to say, but the kids were so bored… most started having sex before fifth grade.”

“You didn’t, though,” Sephiroth hummed. It wasn’t a question; he knew he’d been the one to claim Cloud’s purity.

Cloud chuckled. “Believe me, I tried. But I was a runt, none of the girls liked me.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

Cloud shrugged. “What can I say? You have questionable taste in men.”

“You happen to taste very, very good,” Sephiroth planted a kiss on top of his blonde head, stopping to turn down another colorful aisle of toys.

Cloud followed along, running his fingers over the plastic packages. “You know what I always looked forward to more than presents? Every Christmas, my mom would bake cookies. We only had sweets a few times a year. On my birthday she would always bake me a cake, and on Christmas she would bake sugar cookies. And fuck they were good!”

Sephiroth’s mouth nearly watered at the notion of warm, homemade cookies. “You know how to make them?”

Cloud nodded. “I remember the recipe. I’d always help her.”

“Our mutant brats will surely have them on Christmas, then.”

Cloud stopped, too happy to walk another step without hugging his beloved. “They won’t be spoiled brats. But I’d love to give them more than we had.”

“We’re already giving them more than we had,” Sephiroth had to point out. “We didn’t have fathers. They get two.”

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A/N

1-     MPREG! That stands for MAN PREGNANCYZ ARE EFFING GRAND, get it? Get it? Bwahaha! Haha… ha? Ehhhhhh…..

2-     I had fun thinking about the different ways Cloud could have been brought up. Nibelheim always seemed like it was stuck in a time warp, like South Dakota. I wouldn’t consider it poverty by any means, just not modern. And Sephiroth’s childhood was sort of super modern, but missing things like lunchboxes.

3-     Even though they’re now officially switch hitters, I’ve decided to only elaborate on the CloudxSeph scenes for this story. There should be more of them out there, that don’t involve the horrific, skin crawling concept of blood as lubricant. 0__0 Yeesh! Does it have to be such a painful power struggle? It’s just sex! Most men are happy just to get a fully clothed dry hump, it’s not such an Earth shattering thing to switch the game up.
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