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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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Vincent enjoyed taking Sephiroth while Sephiroth enjoyed driving the stoic man Tseng out of that harden shell and to the brink of insanity at the end of his large endowment daily.
Above all else, both men helped center him for this unusual situation that was gestation.
He began to take it all in stride and they helped him on the days he absolutely wanted to fall apart; those days where he felt he truly was Hojo’s ‘Frankenstein’s monster’. He figured it could have always been much, much worse. He and the child could have not been slightly human.
Hojo wasn’t above that. After all, hadn’t he tried to breed the lion-like beast Nanaki and Aerith back when they had both been in his clutches?
Sephiroth simply shuddered at the thought.
Vincent was the silent yet strong figure that exuded power just under the skin. Those eyes of his spoke more words and felt more emotions than anything the man himself would even blatantly admit unless he was alone with Sephiroth or with Tseng. Oh but when he was with them alone it was a thing of magic itself. The meticulous care that Vincent showed and the love he gave even if it was just in preparing meals to a hot bath for Sephiroth’s back in courtesy for his more rotund size.
Then there was Tseng. Tseng had the driest humor that he’d ever had experienced and with his new freeness around the two, he found he laughed more with Tseng as they both heckled each other, whether in common or Wutianese, since Vincent and Tseng were accustomed to speaking it and hadn’t initially been aware that Sephiroth was just as fluent. It made sense since Hojo was Wutaian, no matter how bat shit crazy he was.
Sephiroth had never truly experienced any pain, well none not at Hojo’s hands. An occasional twinge here from a hard training session that would otherwise kill the average man or after a good long romp with Vincent or Tseng still barely made him break a sweat though it was quite enjoyable. He now became more acutely aware of the added pressure added on his lower spine.
The warm water from several baths Vincent offered and massages Tseng had given had been welcomed in this aspect and he wasn’t even that far along. He contributed this to the fact that he always remained constant 250 lbs. of lean muscle with no body fat through his adult life. With the pregnancy, he had not gained necessarily that much body fat, but a softness from the rounding of his lower stomach as the child grew.
As they all had bathed for the night after dinner and Sephiroth had curled up in his chair and read. There was a knock at the door and Sephiroth unfurled from his chair to answer it.
Aerith and Zachary had come again for a visit and he could he couldn’t deny his happiness when they’d visit. The two men had disappeared again into the entertainment room to play a fighting game and then watch sports. They even for Aerith’s sake watched a tragedy romance for her. Oddly, her eyes were not the only pair that a misting to them at the end of the movie as Sephiroth of course fought it but in the end manly tears were shed and Zach was clinging to one of the sofa pillows, eyes swimming in tears. A few sniffles and watery laughs later, sat down to have ice cream and talk of what they had been involved with. Aerith for the most part was as busy as the men where it seemed. With her innate ability to produce flora and possibly full blown gardens with her magic, she’d worked freelance for the WRO as well, going to places that had been previously barren and coaxing growth in those areas.
Aerith said down at the table and calmly looked at Tseng with a thoughtful smile.

“He’s like a completely different person” Tseng mused at Sephiroth’s opening up at new and old friends visiting him.
“Yes and no. I remember when we were very young… and in the labs, Sephiroth had always had a calm but friendly personality. I guess it never hit me that the boy that I had known at 6, would be the man that I know now at 23. Yes, he was definitely rough around the edges but that is to be expected when one is in Hojo’s care throughout their life. I was fortunate as he had helped me escape with my birth mother, though she did die later. I did gain an adopted mother Elmyra, and for that I was thankful” Aerith stretched her arms out in front of her on standing and clasped her hands behind her back looking at Tseng.
Tseng looked at the young woman.
At one time he’d been totally in love with her but somewhere deep inside, he knew it to never to progress past being platonic. He had always known that he wouldn’t be able to give her everything she needed wholly as he loved the same sex as well.
He leaned into the entry’s crown molding before he spoke.
“Well then I guess that is one more thing then I should love him for, since he had initially saved you. I don’t know if I am happy or sad that he didn’t call you until the adventures of Zachary and yourself. I suppose happy as I could see him loving you forever and where would that have left me?” he stated with a chuckle and pushed off the door and walked towards her.
Just as he had always done from the time she was that small six-year-old he’d known, he kissed the crown of her hair.
Sephiroth and Zach had just come back into the room from Zach losing spectacularly several times over and at several types of games.
Sephiroth froze as he took in the scene of his friend and his lover and before he shut down the mental connection and hardened his eyes, Aerith felt the hurt and jealously and Tseng had saw it in Sephiroth's depth of his eyes.
Sephiroth flinched slightly, looking away from them feeling extremely ridiculous for feeling the way he did.
Aerith never had hurt him and Tseng…Tseng had freely accepted the changes with himself, Vincent’s impregnating Sephiroth, and Sephiroth's new love that could have been seen as imposing on an already established relationship.
Aerith didn't take the emotions offensively. She knew that Sephiroth's feelings were closer to the surface and therefore things initially would be misconstrued no matter what control Sephiroth thought he had. It was nice to see he did indeed love Tseng enough to show genuine emotion for him.
Zach and she said their goodbyes against Sephiroth's complaints that he was fine, that he didn’t mean to Aerith, to which she just waved off and kissed on his cheek, him bending to accommodate her height and to hug him one last time.
Tseng could care less about his outburst. Tseng mused yeah he was. He wasn't fine…he was gorgeous.
Sephiroth watched the two go from the front door and as he turned away from it, Tseng kissed him within an inch of his life. Sephiroth began pulling closer to the man and grabbing at the offensive clothing in his way, snatching it off of Tseng's body and his own craving to mark and be marked. Make no mistake, Tseng was his.

Sephiroth felt so huge but wanted to be taken by Tseng with a feverish tempo.
Preparing Sephiroth breezed by and Tseng was buried in the hot core of Sephiroth within moments. Sephiroth had grabbed the rod iron headboard and hung for dear life as Tseng thrust deep and fast into his willing and heated body.
Wherever the man touched him, it seemed cooler than his overall body heat. He couldn't control his noise level and soon the rod iron headboard was squealing in his grasp, his stomach jostling from side to side. Sephiroth felt a quick twinge of pain below but as soon as it had come, it had faded away back into sheets of blinding bliss.
Sephiroth felt everything tighten in the coming onslaught of pleasure. Even his scrotum tightens as if getting direct stimulation.
All at once Sephiroth's bit off cry became a full blown wail and he came gloriously on his own stomach as Tseng thrust through his orgasm, prolonging it. Finally, with a shout, Tseng was coming, filling Sephiroth with his seed.
Sephiroth was indeed still blissed out of his mind. He distantly though it odd he was still coming from the amount of warm moisture he felt.
He immediately knew he was wrong when Tseng went stone still and began looking at his nether region like it was a foreign concept then the look turned to surprise and fear.
He felt an odd sensation when a finger traced along an area that had not been there and the finger gently entered into his body there, and it was not his anus. As soon as he made the connection, so did the contractions for him.
Sephiroth did have a birthing canal but it proved only enough for the waters to break…and he was in active labor.
Everything at that point was a blur and too much stimuli as Sephiroth was quickly plucked from the bed, washed down with a towel, and clothing was put on him, Tseng already ready and carrying him to the door to leave.
Vincent had just stepped in the door home to this.
Vincent took over carrying Sephiroth while Tseng made the more important calls to Sephiroth’s, Vincent’s, and his own employer and gathered Sephiroth’s night bag with necessities.
Sephiroth smelled the familiar cologne that was all the gunman.
Vincent held him close to him until Sephiroth was gingerly put in the vehicle as they all travelled to the WRO Health Med Department.
He felt himself exposed once again as he clothing was taken once more and laid on the birthing bed as his stomach remained a torrent.   He heard the cacophony of sounds around him, including his own anguished and fearful cries.
At one particular hard contraction, he'd thought to bound and burst again through a ceiling and fly away.
Run from the pain, the bright lights, and hospital smells that scared him deeply in his heart. He remembered vaguely fighting Vincent with his true strength and Tseng being on his side to hold him as well.
How had such a beautiful feeling turned into so much jagged edge pain?
Sephiroth remembered the terrible pressure in his nether region again as if he would be split asunder as the child tried the imperfect birthing canal. He threw his head back cried out brokenly to the ceiling as the constant heavy pressure and radiating, alternating pain… all became a whisper to finally disappear.
With the last of his strength taken by the strong anesthesia, a small silvery tear came from his closed eye, catching briefly in his long eyelashes, to descend down his still cheek as medical professionals moved against the clock to remove the child quickly.
The hospital staff knew Sephiroth would be hard to sedate and that he still wouldn't be fully under. It would be like a dozing off but they had a window to get the babe from him without causing him undue pain as Hojo had intended. He was meant to be cut or for the child to try to birth, ripping and tearing along the way. Hojo didn’t care since he could heal so perfectly.
With his long silvery hair all bound into a sterile surgical netting, Sephiroth finally laid still on the table. His only thought was for the one thing he'd been so undecided and ashamed of at the beginning, the one thing that he felt made him less human but actually made him more: his child.
With the pain to nothing again, he heard sounds around him like a white noise in his rest state. As he calmed, his body naturally tried to heal an ominous cut on his lower stomach. No pain accompanied it oddly but he felt the tugging movement nonetheless. His body began healing as it always did when wounded, though in the back of his mind he somehow wished to heal slower as he felt whatever was going on, was very important. He willed his healing to half its speed as only he could mentally.
He was glad he had chosen to do that action as he remembered now.
He’d been brought back. His body had been a sirens call to all males for the duration of his life. Vincent Valentine had stepped up and claimed him along with Tseng Xu, his other lover they shared.
He'd remembered becoming sick with the results of their coupling, and eventually on death's door from it and Vincent had found and saved him despite him being bitter and cruel. He'd grown healthier due to the two men and so had Vincent's love figuratively and physically as a child grew within his male body.
He'd gained friends from the odd situation, some of them ex-enemies. He’d gained a sister of sorts out of one Aerith Gainsborough, his victim in his height of insanity.
Friends…the concept so unusual.
He even had his employer, Rufus Shinra, share his fate and his secret joy of male pregnancy.
His second in command had visited often and that was a balm to his soul. Aerith visited regularly with them as they were a couple.
He'd stupidly become jealous of his lover and her hugging. Once they had left, Tseng, the man he once attempted to kill, made love to him.
It had happened right after.
The baby! Where was he? Where was his daughter?
Sephiroth's eyes snapped open and were wild as he began to panic and to pull his restraints off and become upset for the child he now realized that he had birth, he froze on hearing the child's small cry.
Sephiroth instinctively relaxed again but swung his head to see after his lovers holding the child. He needed to see her with his own eyes.
Vincent was handed the babe and he and Tseng looked into her small face.
She had raven black hair and both could tell she would be very fair skinned once the flushing in her skin from birth cleared. She had a small black wing, much like her “mother” on her left shoulder blade that was folded against her as well as her little arms and fist swung back and forth.
She cracked her eyes and they were the most heart stopping. As she squirmed and settled into sucking on a fist in new hunger, those red and green eyes were focusing around the room with better understanding than any minute old child should. Her eyes were red like her father and there was a green firework like pattern around each irregular pupil like her “mother”.
She was perfect.
Vincent knew Sephiroth had woken now and waited, feeling his intense stare in the middle of his shoulder blades.
Surprisingly, the medical crew had apologized profusely for not being able to keep Sephiroth under and out of pain while they cut the child from him.
Sephiroth simply had taken his time waking and had advised them he had slowed his healing by half time which was obvious by the way he was healing now, and that he had not experienced pain in the child’s birth.
His stitches were already almost completely gone in that short of span, leaving a small pale scar behind, and even that began to fade it seemed. Everyone that had worked to make him comfortable were happy that they had been able to help, though Sephiroth did the majority on his own.
The child was lifted so he could see her and he viewed her with a level of pride and genuine happiness, as one taking in a beautiful work of art.
“Hello Miyuki. I am glad to meet you officially.”
Vincent and Tseng wondered how Sephiroth had even known it was a female and why he had spoken so calmly as if he had known her for a time.
Vincent idly wondered why Sephiroth had picked that name. After all it was his own mother’s name, long unused and almost forgotten to time besides his own heart remembering.
Sephiroth felt the eyes on him as he reached for his daughter and she nestled into him, rooting about until she found what she sought.
“To answer the questions you both have, she could feel me and I can feel her. I surmise it is a lot like my connection to Aerith, albeit more advanced. Aerith will most likely be here shortly from feeling my own emotions. Aerith will no doubt be able to now feel her as well, just not as acute as she is with me. I believe it has a lot to do with our makeup of Mako and Aerith’s ultimate birthright of communing with it and me being such a large percentage of that, and now so is Miyuki from Vincent and I.   She feels as though…she was an old soul, a familiar soul. As for her name, she manifested that into my mind. It is nothing like Jenova’s connection, for that I am pleased” Sephiroth simply said as his eyes were all for her as he rubbed one long finger down her cheek and the other hand traced her wing that slightly flapped at is prodding and touch, as she helped herself to his life giving nutrients as she lay on a nursing pillow, while the other small hand tangled in his long beautiful hair.
He really did look like an angel.
Aerith had indeed proven to be a beacon since she could feel Sephiroth’s destress. She had quickly rounded up all she could from AVALANCHE and came to the hospital.
Sure enough, Sephiroth and Miyuki had been moved to a room as he sat up with his daughter. If everyone present had not seen him in his pregnant state, they would have sworn that the child had not been birth from his stomach…as it was completely flattened once more. The only thing he lacked was his normal bulkier muscles that would come back with training.
Sephiroth’s normal gaggle of females came and oohed and ahhed over his daughter, each had brought baby gifts in clothing, car seats, baby bags, pretty much all he would need to have her ready to go.
Since he had healed and even the birthing canal had closed fully, Sephiroth was discharged to go home and be with his family. Upon entering the home and getting settled, Sephiroth sat with Miyuki and Tseng on their couch. Vincent came in uncustomarily skittish.
Vincent tried to get the words out but was painfully bashful at times. He knew he wanted it to be special but if this occasion wasn’t special, he didn’t know what was.
Vincent approached a perplexed Sephiroth and dropped to one knee before him, causing Sephiroth’s eyebrows to fly into his hairline in shock and Vincent further surprised the men on the couch when he grabbed both Sephiroth’s and Tseng’s hands, causing the dark haired man to breathe a little more deeply as two pairs of eyes trained on him.
Vincent finally found his voice.
“I love you both, very much. Tseng I have been with you for years and I had always wanted to do this but timing never seemed right. Now I feel that if I never did this, I would forever regret it.”
Tseng looked a little greener than his normal olive complexion but he had a beautiful smile on his face.
Vincent then turned towards Sephiroth, “And you. You have done something that took us all by a very wonderful and beautiful surprise, you have gifted me with a child. While our relationship was not conventional in any sort of way, and I am certain it never will be. I have come to love you more than I thought possibly. I cannot be away from you…or our daughter. I love you both, would you please…marry me?” Vincent said looking down after procuring both of them rings, one silver encrusted in rubies, the other gold and encrusted in rubies.
Sephiroth’s emotions still were close to the surface after Miyuki’s birth and probably would be for a time. After Vincent’s proposal all he could do…was cry silently. He handed the babe to Vincent and covered his face. He was so overwhelmed!
Tseng had bent forward to kiss Vincent, his response on his lips but worried about Sephiroth’s behavior, as did Vincent by his face.
Sephiroth uncovered his face and sorted himself and explained.
“I…I apologize. My…emotions are superficial at the moment due to my hormones. This whole situation has been new experience for me. When we first…were intimate and then later I found that I of all people was to have offspring, a child, several thoughts swirled. Because of my own treatment, I had instinctively ingrained in myself never to impregnate anyone if I could help it due to…to Hojo’s penchant to experiment. When I found out he had made me to fail in this regard no matter who I would come to care for, I was incensed and thought to kill the child…not knowing my anger was misguided. Yes, we met and behaved under strange circumstances but I cannot say now that I regret it at all. I had never thought that I would be cared for to this extent, and definitely not loved and experienced the most human action of all: having a child” he stated, pouring genuine feelings in what he said.
That was most he had ever spoken on the subject at all.
“Does that mean you will accept me?” Vincent asked, afraid to reiterate the question.
“I would never deprive my child of her father, nor would I deprive myself of my solace I have found” Sephiroth said with a slowly growing smile.
Vincent smiled back so warm and heartbreaking that it was all Sephiroth could do to not just hug the man for his happiness.
Tseng went to say something but quickly handed off Miyuki to Sephiroth and ran to the nearest washroom to retch.
“That was a nice acceptation of your proposal” Sephiroth teased, though he was slightly worried.
Vincent rose to check on Tseng in the washroom. He froze as soon as he peered into the restroom, mainly the vanity that Tseng rested on.
There on the corner of the sink, was a pregnancy test. It read positive.
“I am sorry. I wished to tell you both instead of you more or less stumbling in on it and the side effects and bad timing” Tseng said turning his head to the side to glance at Vincent tiredly and a little upset with himself.
Tseng had been with Sephiroth sole towards the end. Tseng most likely carried Sephiroth’s child.
Vincent simply grabbed Tseng up and hugged him tightly and they both went to join Sephiroth on the couch and to tell him of their new and impending child.
Chaos simply chuckled in Vincent’s mind and parted with his own thoughts on the matter, though he’d been quiet this whole time.
Little Turk, you have gotten all you have sought in your two mates and now you flourish with offspring of your pairings. Your solace of the heart is my solace of the spirit. May it last very long and strong for the three of you.
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