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Kittens	By : sephcounttheways Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1380 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Seph?”

Sephiroth was a long, silent lump on the bed. The black comforter was pulled up over his head, and the only sign of him were a few silver tresses peeking from beneath the blanket and spilling to the floor.

“Hm?”

“Sweetie, you’re gonna be late if you don’t get up,” Cloud informed gently, working a towel through his wet hair and sending a few drops flying. “Don’t feel good?”

“Mm-mm.”

“Want me to call Zack, tell him to cover for you?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay, I’ll call him before I leave…” Cloud threw the towel into the bathroom and crawled slinkily to the man-size lump in the covers. “…Can I rub your back?”

“No,” Sephiroth said groggily, his first English response of the day.

“…Can I rub anything else?” Cloud cheekily suggested, pushing his forehead into and nuzzling what he assumed to be a shoulder.

“Go to work. I’ll call in for myself.”

Cloud frowned as his frisky advance was discarded. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Get a vasectomy.”

Cloud purred with laughter at that and peeled back the covers to find Sephiroth’s face pressed into the pillows. He tsked, scratching his fingers into Sephiroth’s scalp in a way he knew he liked. “Poor daddy…”

Sephiroth rolled a little and one green eye appeared, and glared with pure hatred. Cloud leaned down and kissed it. “Want me to bring you home something yummy?”

“What are you trying to do? Make me fatter than I already am?…” Sephiroth trailed off slightly, then narrowed his one visible eye, yanked the covered from Cloud’s hand and tucked it over his head.

He was… hiding.

Cloud curled closer. “Seph… are you showing?”

“No,” he declared solidly.

“Let me see!” Cloud cried, bouncing and wiggling on the bed beside him.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Sephiroth roared, muffled by the pillows and the comforter. He groaned a little as Cloud continued to rock and wriggle on the bed beside him. “You’re making me sea sick!”

“Show me!”

“There’s nothing to show!”

“Prove it!”

Sephiroth elbowed him roughly through the blanket. “Get away from me!”

“Just let me look!” Cloud screamed, and began to peel away at the comforter.

Sephiroth curled up into a tight ball. If he hadn’t been in a delicate condition, Cloud would have done his best to unlock his long limbs and wrestle him onto his back. It was a natural, rowdy SOLDIER urge, and he had to suppress it with great effort.

Instead, he wormed his hands down into the comforter and found warm, smooth skin, and very gently tickled whatever it was.

Sephiroth jerked. “Knock it off, Strife!”

“You knock it off, Sir! You planning to hide for the next month?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact!” Sephiroth sneered.

“Quit being such a fathead!”

Sephiroth’s face appeared from out of the pillow with a rumpled scowl. “Fine. Here I am. You can see me. Happy?”

Cloud lovingly kissed between his eyebrows where the delicate ivory flesh knotted with stress. “…Let me share this with you.”

“It’s mortifying!”

“How can you be mortified in front of me? You’ve caught me pooping in the woods, remember?”

It had taken months for Sephiroth to let that one die. Once upon a mission, right after they had begun dating, it had been Cloud’s duty to fill the camp’s canteens with fresh water. He had taken a long while to do it, and having brand new, protective boyfriend urges, Sephiroth had gone valiantly trotting off to find him.

After searching for a few minutes, he finally rounded a tree just in time to stumble onto his new blonde boyfriend popping a squat, fatigues around his ankles and all.

Sephiroth snickered in his mind at the memory, and at how soul scorchingly embarrassed Cloud had been. He’d pulled up his pants immediately, and being his usual self, Sephiroth smugly reminded him that he had neglected to wipe his ass.

If Cloud had had a cyanide pill, he most certainly would have swallowed it in that moment.

Things were so new between them then. So new that Sephiroth had actually turned around while Cloud finished his business properly. The humiliating encounter became tentative talking, and after they’d located the water and were heading back to camp, Cloud’s gloved hand found its way into his. He had snuck into Cloud’s tent that night, and remembered fighting himself to keep his hands above the virgin’s waist while he devoured his mouth, and relished the way Cloud’s erection had grinded desperately into his leg. He remembered the way Cloud’s face split into shocked awe when Sephiroth lost the battle against himself and let his hand slide down the front of his fatigues. He remembered the secretive smile Cloud had given him over breakfast the next morning.

Fond memories flooded Sephiroth. He then realized that although they’d only been together two short years, most of his life’s fond memories involved Cloud in some way.

Very, very suddenly, Sephiroth became agonizingly close to bursting into tears. His head just couldn’t hold all the love he had for Cloud. It almost made him ill, as if his heart was about to throw in the towel and quit beating.

Cloud had to notice the tears welling in Sephiroth’s eyes, and of course, did not understand. “…Oh, honey... I don’t have to look if you really don’t want me to.”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes a little, just to move them around and get some air circulating through them. “Just… don’t laugh. I’ll kill you if you laugh.”

“I’d never laugh,” Cloud promised earnestly.

Sephiroth wouldn’t come out, but he did invite Cloud in by lifting the edge of the blanket. Cloud got under it carefully, stunned sober by actually having seen tears well in his lover’s green eyes. Although they had already dried away, Cloud was still gentle and slow as he settled in behind him and laid his head on the pillow, effectively soaking it with his wet hair.

He pressed against Sephiroth’s back. His long arms were locked around himself, more defensive from outsiders rather than protective of what was inside him. Cloud wrapped an arm around him, and they hesitantly unlocked. He touched his hand to Sephiroth’s chest, then moved it down, expecting some large swell that hadn’t been there the night before.

It wasn’t that, but rather a very subtle curve, one that probably would have been normal on someone with any amount of body fat, only it was firm and hard.

It wasn’t any use to tell Sephiroth he wasn’t getting bigger, or that it wouldn’t get any worse, because he was and it would. And while it was true that nobody would have been able to tell Sephiroth was pregnant by looking at him, they soon would. And the way the babies were growing, it was going to happen fast.

So, Cloud didn’t attempt to minimize it. “I feel them.”

Sephiroth moved onto his back and looked at Cloud. “It hurts.”

Cloud nuzzled his cheek. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“…Soon I won’t be able to suck it in at all.”

Cloud looked at him. “…You’re sucking in?”

“As hard as I can, for the past month or so.”

“Sephiroth!” Cloud cried, shooting up onto one elbow. “Shit! No wonder it hurts you so much! Relax! Now!”

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do!”

“You’re stunting their growth!”

“I’m not, trust me!” Sephiroth argued.

“Let your stomach relax!”

It remained mostly flat and unchanged.

Cloud began to panic. “You’re squashing them!”

Sephiroth let out a long, guttural breath of frustration. And then, slowly, he let his stomach completely relax.

Cloud gasped.

Sephiroth immediately tightened it again and rolled over onto his side. “Fuck you!”

“I didn’t laugh!”

Sephiroth curled into a ball again. Cloud gave the clock a weary look, because it was time for him to leave, but he didn’t want to with his lover in such a state. He hugged him, and was glad when he wasn’t pushed away or shoved off.

“Don’t hurt yourself like this.”

“I don’t want anyone to see,” Sephiroth murmured.

Cloud hugged the man he loved. “Nobody has to see. Zack can take over for you. You don’t have to work right now, and I don’t want you to work right now. The babies will come, and you’ll go back, and nobody will ever have to know. We’ll say… I dunno… Aerith mixed our genes, and we had test tube babies.”

“…That could work,” Sephiroth agreed after a few moments of consideration.

“It will. But right now, please relax. Don’t hurt yourself, or… them.”

“It feels disgusting.”

“I didn’t gasp because I thought you looked gross.”

“You tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll punch your lights out.”

Cloud smiled, because he did think that it was utterly beautiful, but wouldn’t have dared said it. “No, it’s just proof. That this is all really happening. One more month, and we’ll have little, soft things that look a little like you, and a little like me. Right?”

“With tails.” Sephiroth just had to point out.

“With tails,” Cloud agreed. He smoothed Sephiroth’s hair from his face. “This is a moment that I’m never going to forget as long as I live.”

Sephiroth sighed and relaxed a little. Cloud carefully felt his tummy. Not a hard, washboard ravine that begged to be licked, but a gently rounded curve. Not huge yet, but not something that was going to be concealed, either.

“Feel better?”

Sephiroth grunted. “Maybe.”

“No more sucking in.”

“It’s a habit.”

“You can suck in all you want in one more month, okay? You can go back to eating twigs and berries and running for eight hours a day… just go easy while you’re taking care of my babies.”

“Your babies?” Sephiroth snapped harshly before he could stop himself. Then, he decided to finish his rant for the fuck of it. “I’m the one carrying the little shits.”

“…Our babies,” Cloud corrected himself softly.

“Okay,” Sephiroth sighed with his face in the pillow. Cloud probably wouldn’t have been able to tell, but the tears had returned, and were steadily marching down his cheeks.

Cloud cuddled him. “Sleep, and don’t suck in. And when I get home, I’ll suck you…”

“Go to work, Cloud.” Sephiroth said, but Cloud could hear the smile in his voice.

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

Cloud didn’t suck Sephiroth when he got home. In fact, he didn’t even leave the bed. Or the next day. Or the next.

Sephiroth had been hiding in bed for four solid days.

He left it when Cloud was at work, which was evident because he didn’t stink for not showering, and the place was usually cleaner than when he left it each morning. Zack had gifted him with the sort of cushy duty that typically comes from high rank and seniority, and his hours were suddenly very regular and pretty much nine to five.

Not that the extra quality time mattered, because Sephiroth wouldn’t leave the damn bed. It was preferable to him running around chopping up monsters and rearranging furniture, but the man was acting like he was on death row. No amount of coaxing, edible treats, or tomfoolery could even bring a smile to his face.

“He’s not gonna wanna see me,” Zack pled, crossing his arms.

Cloud pulled on them. “C’mon Zack, don’t bullshit me. You don’t want to see him either, but he’s acting like a corpse! Don’t you care?”

Zack didn’t budge, even with Cloud hanging on him like a monkey. “Of course I care, I just know he’s not gonna appreciate being …bothered right now?”

“Oh, c’mon! Since when has that stopped you!?”

“Since my best friend got knocked up, that’s when. I did what I could already, but I don’t wanna make it worse but trying too much.”

Cloud took one of Zack’s brawny arms and proceeded to give him an Indian Arm Burn.

“Ahww!” Zack cried.

“You listen to me!” Cloud commanded. “Sephiroth needs you! So go collect yourself, and take some time to cheer up my babies’ daddy.”

Zack swatted Cloud away. “Fine, but only since you got so ghetto about it.”

Cloud smiled sweetly and handed over the keys to the apartment. “Take him some fast food.”

Zack frowned. Filling Sephiroth up on empty carbs generally maxed out one’s credit card. “This just got treacherous and expensive!”

“I’ll reimburse you! Just go!”

Zack decided to forego the train and take the walk there, stopping by at a small deli where he knew Sephiroth loved the chili dogs, and had begun getting them ordered since he started growing the little ones. He also got a few donuts to sweeten the deal, but also because they were more aerodynamic than the chili dogs. If worse came to worse, he could distract him with the edibles while he made a clean break for it.

He knocked on the door to the apartment carefully. He waited a minute or two before knocking again.

Then he realized that there was something… off about the front door. Zack closed his eyes and tried to use his senses, and he realized there was a larger than life presence looming behind it, watching him.

Zack grinned into the peephole and held up the paper bag. “Chili dogs.”

There was no change to the presence on the other side of the door. Zack figured Sephiroth was waiting for him to leave the food on the doorstep and split.

Zack jingled Cloud’s key ring in front of the peephole. “Keys.”

Again, there was no change to the presence, and Zack took it as a dare.

He jammed the key into the slot and turned, and the presence departed, followed by the loud thumps of fleeing footsteps.

Zack let himself in slowly, allowing Sephiroth time to hide wherever it was he thought he was going to hide. He threw his coat on the dining room table, then did a double take, as it used to be a messy catchall area. He shrugged and took two plates from the kitchen, then opened the fridge for beverages. It was almost stark empty.

Sephiroth must have been consuming food faster than Cloud could restock it. He checked the pantry, and besides some instant mashed potatoes, it was cleared out as well.

Sephiroth was sitting at the head of their bed blindly watching television with their comforter wrapped around him until only half his face was visible. The little window into the comforter was filled with disapproval. “What are you doing here?”

Zack fibbed. “Cloud said you didn’t have much at the house, so he asked me to bring you some lunch.”

“How sweet of both of you,” Sephiroth said dryly, then shifted under the blanket until one arm appeared, long, lean and muscled as ever. It reached out impatiently. “Gimme the dogs. You’re dismissed.”

Zack looked at that arm, and wondered what exactly Sephiroth was hiding under the blankets. Furthermore, he wondered if he actually wanted to see it. He was on the fence, but leaning towards morbid curiosity, so he swung the bag around nonchalantly. “I was thinking I could eat with you, I haven’t seen you in over a week, and you seem like you’d just love some company.”

Sephiroth glared from under the blanket. “Bite me. Leave the food and go.”

Zack strolled around the room, looking at pictures framed on the walls, taking the long route to the bed. “Cloud really fixed up your place, didn’t he? Pictures on the walls, curtains on the windows. It’s a lot cozier than when you were a bachelor.”

“Are you calling me a slob?”

“Nope. Just making an observation, Space Ghost.”

Sephiroth’s face was momentarily stunned, until one side of his mouth lifted slightly. “Been a while since you called me that, Brak.”

Zack snickered happily. “Ah, memories. It’s nice to reminisce.”

“What are you babbling about? You’re letting the food get cold.”

Zack relented, and began to pile the food onto Sephiroth’s plate in a sloppy, cheesy pyramid. “I was just thinking out loud, but mostly wondering what you were going to name the little ones.”

Sephiroth didn’t snap, crackle, or pop, he instead sighed thoughtfully from inside his comforter fortress. “We decided to wait until we see them to name them.”

“You gonna name one after me?” Zack grinned, handing the plate over and smiling as Sephiroth hungrily inhaled the first chilidog.

After he swallowed, he chuckled. “Why would I curse another living thing with your name?”

Zack made a thoughtful noise before joining Sephiroth in chilidog gluttony. “I’ll never have any to name after myself. Maybe if you see one of them and he like, immediately pisses you off… you should name it Zack,” he then shrugged casually. “Or not.”

Sephiroth put more food in his face to avoid having to verbally respond to that. He’d put it out of his mind that Zack had been sterilized three years past after taking a severe hit to his groin. What a messy ordeal it had been. He hadn’t been present, but Angeal told him privately that he’d never seen so much blood from a groin injury, and he’d thought the organ had been torn entirely off.

Not so, only four stitches on his ballsack fixed Zack up, but unfortunately… he completely lost the part of his anatomy that made procreation possible. After the accident, his balls were silicone. Being his usual self he took it in stride, when asked about the accident, Zack simply said he had gotten ball augmentation surgery, and that they were perkier than ever.

It was a crime, because a man like Zack was born to be a father. He’d never have any children, and he was clearly designed to nurture others. The cruelty of this universe was unfathomable! Those goddamned tears returned, and Sephiroth sniffed and wiped his nose with one of the deli napkins, covering it up in what he hoped would look like a spicy nose-run.

After the threat of crying had dried and ebbed, Sephiroth had a sudden thought. “Do you want one?”

Zack shook his head and pointed to his plate. “No, I’ve got all I can handle, here.”

“I meant one of the eggs.”

“Eggs? With chili dogs?…” When Zack realized what was being offered, he choked so hard that Sephiroth had to laugh, the first time he’d done so in days.

“No, I don’t want one!” Zack croaked when he could manage words. “You can’t just give them away like kittens!”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. “Don’t call child protective services, I was just offering.”

“I’ll be good with just getting one named after me,” Zack wheezed, then put more food in his mouth to pull down the rest that was stuck in his windpipe. “You should give the rest outrageous names like celebrities do!”

“The last thing I want is to call more attention to them.”

“Don’t strive for normalcy Seph, it’s never gonna happen with these kids,” Zack smiled. “Shoot for slightly strange, but expect Shit Town wacky; you won’t be so disappointed, that way.”

“You wouldn’t be so cavalier about this if you were me, Zack, admit it.”

Zack shrugged a shoulder. “At least they’ll be halfway normal.”

“How do you figure that?”

One side of Zack’s mouth curved up. “I’m no scientist, but they are getting half of Cloud’s genetics. He’s as normal as can be. Maybe he’ll even cancel out some of that weirdness.”

Sephiroth mentally chewed on those words for a long, long time. He didn’t know how to express anything he was feeling. Underneath the guard of the comforter, he hugged himself ever so slowly.

Half of Cloud’s genetics.

Sephiroth’s eyes widened with that realization. The eggs…the babies… were comprised of one entire half of Cloud. Half of Cloud’s eyes, half of Cloud’s hair, half of Cloud’s silliness and drama and light. Half of Cloud’s bullshit. Half!

He wouldn’t be disappointed in them, even if they were insane, deranged little space aliens. Besides, it wasn’t entirely his fault…they were half of Cloud’s genetics.

Which half were they going to be? Would the mutants laugh like Cloud? Would they smile like Cloud? Would they be short like Cloud? Were they going to like to eat desserts before dinner and were they going to splash in the bathtub?

Sephiroth felt his heart rate pick up in his chest with…excitement.

It was going to be exciting to see what traits the babies were going to carry along of Cloud’s. And the traits of his own that the babies were to suffer their lives with, he could feel more at ease with the knowledge that at least one entire half of each mutant was going to be… so exceptionally beautiful.

As was normal lately, any mushy thoughts of Cloud… or any thoughts of Cloud, really, tended to cause his eyes to swim with those stupid, goddamn fucking tears. He couldn’t stop these ones though, they were far too heavy and insistent. He hid farther into the comforter, pulling it down over his eyes as to not alarm Zack, or be caught mooning over his lover.

Zack laid on his stomach next to him on the bed, his socked feet swaying near his head. Sephiroth finished cleaning his plate, and laid back in the bed, smiling idly while daytime television floated in one ear and out the other.

“This is the life,” Zack decided after two episodes of Judge Joe Brown.

“No way, I hate being home,” Sephiroth snorted. “I’d love to be doing paperwork and training third classes right about now.”

After a moment, both of the seasoned SOLDIERs chuckled. That statement had been said with an almost straight face.

Sephiroth smiled and stretched out further. “But I must admit, after a few days of this, it does get rather dull.”

Zack rolled over onto his side. “So, are you taking any time off at all after the babies arrive?”

Sephiroth shrugged. “I guess whatever time it takes for me to recover from the delivery.”

Zack nodded in understanding. “Yeah, you’ll need a few days, maybe even a couple weeks. But you don’t wanna take a little more time than that at first?”

“What would be appropriate?”

“Well, most new mothers – ”

“Choose a different word, Zack.”

Zack grimaced. “Uh…most new … fathers… who happen to be the ones that actually deliver the babies? Those kind of fathers take about six weeks, at least.”

Sephiroth waved a hand. “I can’t sit here for six extra weeks. I’m already starting to get cabin fever. Besides, Cloud’s taking three fucking years to be with them. They won’t be alone.”

“But what about you? Won’t you be a little put out, going to work all day, missing all the little burps and diaper changes and spit ups?”

“I’m sure I can do without.”

Zack grinned. “I remember when my mom went back to work after my little sister was born. I used to take care of her after school. My crazy mother would call me up and tell me to feed my sister, so she could listen to her burp.”

Sephiroth shook his head. “I’m obviously missing some essential functions of a woman. I’m not going to go into withdrawals for not hearing the little fuckers fart for eleven hours while I’m at work.”

Zack grinned. “What essential functions do you have?”

“…Excuse me?”

“You said you’re missing some essential functions. So you do have a few essential functions, right?” Zack laughed merrily, then just blurted out what he had been wondering all afternoon. “Did you grow tits, Sephiroth?”

Green eyes widened with hot, green anger. “You know I don’t have fucking tits!”

“You might! God knows what you’re hiding under there!”

“Not tits!” Sephiroth pled.

Zack then tilted his head. “That’s true…they are hatchlings, aren’t they? And things that lay eggs don’t normally breast feed.”

“Get the fuck out!” Sephiroth roared.

“In fact, most things that lay eggs don’t really even have sex…” Zack giggled behind his hand. “How exactly did Cloud fertilize you?”

Sephiroth’s foot shot out from under the blanket and pushed Zack onto the floor, where he began laughing so hard he simply stayed there. “Did you do a mating dance? Or did he fertilize you by spores?”

Sephiroth reached over the side of the bed and began doing any damage to Zack that he could; hair pulling, scratching, and sucker punching topped the list of petty injuries.

But still, Zack laughed whole-heartedly.

Then, he stopped.

Sephiroth had come out from under the blanket.

He didn’t have tits. But, he did have something that wasn’t there before.

When Sephiroth realized he was exposed, he looked down at his abdomen with a red face. It bumped up under his cotton v-neck. Nothing grotesquely huge, but to Sephiroth, it was as though he were stark naked.

He was about to hide like a child, when Zack came up on his knees for a closer look.

“Holy shit, Seph.” Zack murmured. Something inside his straight male senses always knew that Sephiroth was a beautiful man, but he looked… absolutely radiant. His skin wasn’t pale, it was glowing. His eyes weren’t just neon green, they were pulsing with light. His hair wasn’t white, it reflected some sort of inner light like strands of soft glass. Every inch of Sephiroth was completely alive. For reasons he didn’t want to address, Zack blinked and felt himself begin to breathe faster. “…Holy shit.”

Before he could blink a second time, everything was hidden back underneath the comforter.

“This will be over in another month,” Sephiroth finally said.

Zack cleared his throat. “Yeah. No big deal. You got off easy, it coulda been like… nine months.”

“Just go if you want to,” Sephiroth said, coughing a little under the blanket. He could tell Zack was now uncomfortable, and if he wasn’t, he should have been.

“I’ll stay ‘til Cloud comes home,” Zack decided, settling back in bed next to Sephiroth. He didn’t want to run away like he was disgusted, or scared. He wanted Sephiroth to know that he still had a buddy, outlandish beauty or not.

Sephiroth felt as though Zack were taking it upon himself to babysit him. But… he allowed it.

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

Cloud decided that what Sephiroth needed was to be romanced, just a little bit.

After all, Cloud had never been more in love with him. Sephiroth was as prickly and hard headed as ever, but he was also a sacred vessel of their children and the most gorgeous thing in existence. The mere peeks and glimpses Cloud had gotten recently were killing him.

He’d never had to wait for sex before. He’d never had to play his cards right; it had always been Sephiroth coaxing him, guiding him and setting all the rules. They’d always just known when the time was right to go after each other, but Sephiroth’s blanket act was getting old. Even though he might be a bit too uncomfortable for sex… a few hot kisses would do just fine.

Cloud decided to sweep him off of his feet tonight! He knew that Zack had done his job well when he received a text from him saying he would be staying with Sephiroth all afternoon. He’d be happier, he’d be in the mood for talking. Talking led to laughing, laughing led to kissing, and kissing led to fucking. That was their romantic equation.

Cloud turned into a florist shop. He knew Sephiroth would revolt at the idea of being on the receiving end of a bouquet of flowers, but not if they were made of chocolate. And even if he did scoff or turn his nose up, he would at least know that he was being constantly thought about. Cloud giddily purchased two dozen of them, and practically skipped down the sidewalk to their apartment.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by sounds of almost hysterical laughter. He hadn’t seen Sephiroth’s face, let alone graced with a smile in days. He couldn’t wait to join in. Cloud peeked his blonde, spiky head into the bedroom, but the laughter died down almost immediately.

“Hey Cloud!” Zack greeted.

Sephiroth laid there with the blanket still wrapped around him like a protective shield. His smile drifted off of his face and turned into something different altogether. Something unreadable. Cloud stood in the doorway in slight shock. Had Sephiroth always been so… incredibly fucking beautiful? Of course he had, but… damn.

He knew Zack would have been able to do it. To bring him out into the open, to entertain him and lighten his spirits. But he couldn’t help feeling like an intruder in their bedroom, like he had walked into something that he was not supposed to see.

Was that unreadable expression on Sephiroth’s face… anger?

Cloud was glad he was holding the flowers behind his back, as he would have felt even more awkward standing there, somehow denied by his lover without him having to utter a word. He faked a grin, “Hey guys. Have a fun day?”

Zack made a giddy sound and nodded. Sephiroth said nothing. Cloud nodded and left the doorway, setting the flowers delicately in the stark empty refrigerator. He sighed, knowing he was going to have to go to the store, and after having already gone twice this week already.

He was suddenly tired. He wanted to just lay down and go to sleep, but knew this had to be done. He then realized with a shallow gasp that his sleeping days were probably all behind him. As soon as the babies arrived, he’d probably not get a decent night’s sleep for another 10 years, at least. What a pity.

“I’m running out to the store, do you guys want anything special?” He called from the kitchen.

Sephiroth actually found it in his heart to respond, “’Fridge door.”

Cloud scowled and slammed the refrigerator door shut, then noticed the note pinned to it. No smiley faces or punctuation dotted with hearts, it was just a grocery list. A lengthy grocery list.

“Skinned peaches…grapefruit…kiwi… pickled cherries?…watermelon…walnuts…” Cloud looked up at the ceiling in defeat as the list of asinine food went on and on. Muenster cheese. Chocolate covered raisins. Cinnamon rolls. Pork rinds. Non-fat rice pudding, with the non-fat part underlined.

“Geez, what’s the use of the rice pudding being non-fat?” Cloud grumbled to himself as he shoved the note into his pocket and rolled his eyes as he walked into the bedroom. “Look, this is gonna take me a while. I’m really hungry and tired, so could you guys order pizza for dinner or something so it can be here when I get back?”

Zack nodded enthusiastically. “What do you want on yours?”

“I like everything. No olives though, please…” Cloud looked at Sephiroth, waiting for a smile, a thank you, something. Anything.

He got nothing. Cloud did an about face and left the apartment for the grocery store.

He knew he’d done nothing to deserve to be looked through as though he weren’t even standing there. He pushed the cart stormily through the market, filling it with the various junk food items and fruit that Sephiroth had oh-so-royally requested. Thank goodness he had written a note, or Cloud’s poor little mind couldn’t have fathomed remembering the non-fat rice fucking pudding.

Cloud was getting angrier by the minute! Did he actually mind doing things for Sephiroth, taking care of Sephiroth, waiting on Sephiroth hand and foot? Of course he didn’t. He loved it, in fact. It made him feel needed, it made him feel important, it made him feel whole to do things for the person he loved.

But there was a difference in feeling needed, and feeling loved. And lately… Cloud was not feeling loved. A smile. A kiss. Hell, to be talked to like a human being would have sufficed for Cloud. It’d be a step up from the current dynamic of Sephiroth hiding himself away out of shame or fear, and barking out impatient orders.

Cloud stopped dead in front of the croutons. What if this entire ordeal had somehow… finally caused Sephiroth to stop loving him?

Stranger things had happened. His male, homosexual lover was currently pregnant with five of their children. That was pretty fucking strange. To think that that man in particular might have let his romantic feelings permanently wane for the one who had put him in such a predicament… was not very strange, at all.

Cloud felt tears blur his vision. Things had been going so well! They were keeping the babies… they had gone out baby window shopping… they had begun making appointments to visit larger apartments… they had begun packing up their current residence… Why now? Why when things were all coming together so nicely?

Cloud began creating nightmare scenarios in his head while standing in the checkout line.

If they were to separate, for real this time… for good… what would happen to the babies? He had a little bit of money, but there’d be no way to live off of his meager savings with five children, and he couldn’t care for them and work at the same time. Would Sephiroth pay child support? Would he fight for custody? If he did, he would no doubt win. In that case, it would be Cloud who’d have to pay the child support for five kids! He’d have to work constantly! And would Sephiroth let him see the babies?

He can’t do this! Cloud thought to himself as he furiously swiped his credit card through the machine, slightly alarming the checkout girl. Angry, half formed notions swirled in his head. He took the receipt and stuffed it in his pocket, then thought better of it. Sephiroth was a notorious budgeteer, and had made different slots in Cloud’s wallet for different receipts, so they could begin planning a proper budget for when the babies arrived.

The slot for this receipt was titled “Baby Food” since that’s what Cloud had affectionately begun to refer to Sephiroth’s rapid consumption of food as. Cloud put the receipt gently into the slot and felt his anger dissolve.

He loved Sephiroth. With all his heart. He didn’t want to break up or fight in court over custody, he wanted to raise them together, to be together, to love each other as they had been. That was how things were supposed to be.

He wheeled the cart home, then left it in an alley next to the building. He lugged the load up the steps, marveling at just how fucking heavy fruit could be. He hauled it through the door and was greeted by the smell of hot pizza. He’d forgotten all about it, and was absolutely famished.

He dropped all the bags on the floor with a pained grunt, and bumped into Zack as he came bouncing into the kitchen. “Hey, lemme help.”

Cloud gratefully accepted, the two of them exchanging questioning glances at the items Sephiroth had requested. When they were done, Zack migrated towards the door. “I had dinner plans with Aerith tonight. I don’t mean to run out or anything, but I need to split.”

Cloud smiled, “You ruined your appetite with pizza!”

“Naw, I only had half of one! Anyways…” Zack ruffled Cloud’s hair, “Have a good night, see you at work tomorrow! I’ll be there all day and night, s’what I get for slacking with Seph today!”

The door slammed and he was gone. Save for the noise from the television in their room, the place was pin drop silent without Zack’s presence. Cloud filled a plate with food and made his way into their room.

He was going to make Sephiroth love him again if it took all night.

He moved quickly across the floor and settled into bed beside Sephiroth, close enough that their thighs touched. “What are you watching?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Cloud looked at the television screen and saw an animation style that could only have been South Park.

Cloud blushed. It had felt like a natural question to ask. And he’d just wanted to say something. He only sighed and began to eat, trying to keep it quiet, chewing softly and slowly. When he was done, his mouth tingled a little bit with heat and spice. He gently got up and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. If he was going to be romantic, he certainly couldn’t do that with pizza breath.

He then went to the ‘fridge to get Sephiroth’s gift. He went slowly back into the bedroom and approached Sephiroth’s side of the bed.

Sephiroth’s eyes coolly moved to him from the television. He opened his mouth to ask what Cloud was doing, when he brought the chocolate flowers out from behind his back.

“I love you, Sephiroth,” Cloud blurted. “I was thinking about you all day. You seem so upset lately, but… god you’re beautiful. And I love you so much. I always will – ”

Sephiroth shot up from the bed, and before Cloud could blink, he stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

Cloud was stunned. He stood there looking at the rumpled spot on the bed where Sephiroth had been, and then turned on his heel to look at the bathroom door.

Was Sephiroth sick? Cloud approached to listen for sounds of retching. There were none. “…Seph?”

“Just go away, alright?” Sephiroth said from the other side.

He didn’t have it in his heart to just knock on the door. No, he assaulted it with his fist. Probably a lot harder than he had intended to, since a photo in a frame next to the door leapt off of the wall and shattered.

He didn’t care. Cloud was fucking angry, now. He shouted at the door, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

There was no response from the other side.

Cloud then beat the door several times, stopping only when the wood splintered a little bit. “I’m not leaving until you come out! And if you don’t come out, I’ll beat the door down!”

He heard Sephiroth clear his throat on the other side. “You’re affecting the resale value of this place, you know.”

If Cloud had been a notch or two calmer, he might have actually laughed at that. But he was way too far into the red. “Open this goddamn door and tell me what’s wrong!”

“Not right now.”

“Why not!?”

Sephiroth cleared his throat again and inhaled in loudly. “I’m not going to argue with you. Get the hell away from the door.”

“Fine!” Cloud said with another angry beat that left a clear, fist-sized imprint. “If you don’t want me around you, I’ll stay the fuck away from you!…” He didn’t know what else to say, but needed to make some sort of noise. “Far, far away from you!”

He almost threw the flowers at the door, but set them on the nightstand, instead. He didn’t want to be more childish than he already was, but he just couldn’t take it. There were obviously no words in his vocabulary that Sephiroth wanted to hear.

Maybe it was finally over.

Cloud left the room and closed the door hard behind him, went to the hall closet and took some spare blankets, and stormed into Sephiroth’s home office. He knew the couch in there was more comfortable to lay on than the one in the living room. He’d had plenty of experience on it.

As he laid down, he was so angry that his diaphragm vibrated with the desire to scream, his fists balled up in the blankets with the urge to hit something, to tear something apart. Like a restless cat, he clawed at the cushions to the couch before closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, pressing his face into the soft, foamy material. He wanted Sephiroth to follow, to yell at him about breaking the picture and splintering the door, because an angry form of love was still love.

But Sephiroth apparantly didn’t even harbor angry love, anymore.

Cloud began to weep.

The couch in the office was the first place they’d ever made love. He’d heard from friends that their first times had been hasty, unremarkable or even painful. Not his. Sephiroth had been so careful, so gentle. Neither wanted to migrate to the bedroom in case the other might change their mind on the way there. So it happened right there on that couch.

They’d staked a claim on each other that afternoon. Sephiroth had declared that Cloud belonged to him. Cloud had agreed whole heartedly.

Now, at a time when that should have meant something more important than ever, it seemed to mean nothing.

Just when all in the world seemed to be lost and hopeless, Cloud heard Sephiroth enter the room. He stilled against the cushions, not lifting his face up. His breath stopped and he waited.

He jolted a little bit when he felt hands on him, because he expected a harsh touch. Instead, it was as is though his remembrance had taken form; the hands were gentle, soothing, and warm. Sephiroth got on his knees in front of the couch, and draped himself over Cloud’s back. His face was close to Cloud’s ear, enough so that he could feel his breath moving smoothly in and out.

Cloud lifted his head out of the cushions. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then why – ”

Cloud was cut off by a sound he’d never heard before. Sephiroth clutched him, and then broke down. He fell apart with emotion, his furrowed brow digging into Cloud’s neck. He seemed to be fighting to breathe, and swallowing loud sobs. His long fingers clutched at Cloud’s clothes, and he began to bestow wet kisses along the back of Cloud’s neck.

“Past few days… whenever I see you…or… think about you,” Sephiroth whispered against his ear, hot tears dripping against his neck and wetting his hair. “All I want to do is cry.”

Cloud paused and then felt an elation like which he’d never felt before in his life. He turned over and wrapped his arms around Sephiroth’s neck. “So you don’t want me to leave!?”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sephiroth huffed, his voice thick with tears. “Why are you always so damn quick to assume?”

Cloud laughed happily, “Because you were acting like you didn’t love me anymore!”

Sephiroth made a noise as if such a thing were impossible. He shifted to wrap his arms fully around Cloud, cradling him from his spot on the floor. He unloaded the ever-insistent water in his eyes.

Cloud had cried for him out of love, anger and sadness hundreds of times during their time together. Sephiroth felt that he owed him – and maybe was owed – one good, hard cry. Just one. He could always blame it on hormones, which probably were at fault… but it felt like something that had been building for a long while.

“I love you so much,” Sephiroth confessed, pressing his wet cheek to Cloud’s.

“I’m so happy to hear you say that,” Cloud sighed, running a hand up to brush the wet strands of silver away from Sephiroth’s face.

“You were so cute with the fucking flowers!” Sephiroth suddenly hiccupped helplessly as a fresh gail of sobs racked his muscular frame.

Cloud couldn’t help but giggle joyously. Sephiroth shuddered a little too, deep laughter bubbling up from underneath the tears.

Sephiroth then looked at Cloud full on. His eyes flicked across his small, fair face and he sighed, almost in relief. “…Okay. I think I’m over the crying, for the time being.”

“It’s okay to cry,” Cloud told him, echoing a sentiment that Sephiroth himself usually felt whenever the blonde broke down into emotional tears.

Although he didn’t ever see it as weak, he didn’t want Cloud to think of him as weak, or somehow softening because of his condition. Sephiroth took a hold of Cloud’s hair and kissed him, probably a bit too roughly for the moment, but Cloud didn’t seem to mind either way.

He gasped up into the kiss and returned it, his entire body rejoicing under the warmth and taste of Sephiroth’s mouth. Cloud broke the kiss and took Sephiroth’s face in his hands. “Don’t ever shut me out like that again. Please? I don’t care if you burst into tears every single time you talk to me… just don’t block me out. I was worried.”

Sephiroth nodded absently, one wild hand running up into Cloud’s shirt. Sephiroth could think of nothing to say because apologies always seemed somewhat useless to him, he just wanted to touch him. Then he looked up and into his blue eyes, feeling small pinpricks of hard edged emotion bubbling back up already.

Cloud pulled Sephiroth by the arms until he laid down on top of him. The tummy between them was hard and unmistakable. Cloud looked down at it, fascinated and curious. “Can I touch you?”

One side of Sephiroth’s face winced slightly, but he nodded. “…Go ahead.”

Cloud cupped his hands over the bump, naturally expecting some sort of kick. “Do you ever feel them move?”

Sephiroth shook his head. “No. Well, sometimes I think I feel… shifting. But I may be imagining it.”

Cloud smiled. Sephiroth usually never questioned anything he thought or felt. “You probably aren’t…” He let one hand trail down into Sephiroth’s pants, finding him stiff against the material.

“Maybe not…” Sephiroth breathed, one hand planting next to Cloud on the couch. He never thought he’d find himself aroused in the middle of a discussion about the mutants, but he definitely was, this time.

Cloud didn’t want to tell Sephiroth that he glowed in the moonlight like an angel. He let his hands and body do the telling for him. He absolutely worshipped Sephiroth, and he didn’t feel any shame in it. He sat up and scooted to the edge of the couch, wrapping his legs around Sephiroth’s waist and sucking gently at his mouth. His hands slid down Sephiroth’s sides and down the back of his flannel pants.

Sephiroth could feel the enthusiasm from Cloud, but had to ask. “This doesn’t gross you out at all?”

Cloud shook his head as it became increasingly more evident that he certainly did not. He tugged the pants down Sephiroth’s hips, and couldn’t fathom how Sephiroth could think of a single centimeter of his body as undesirable. His back was broad and strong, his legs were long and lean. His chest was still hard and muscular, as was his stomach, if a little convex at the moment. To Cloud, his body looked like a feast, the hardness and masculinity all leading up to that unexpected curve.

Cloud’s eyes fluttered closed and he pressed his forehead into Sephiroth’s shoulder. His desire and current train of thought had nothing to do with children, even as his hands firmly cradled the sensitive, new area of Sephiroth’s stomach.

Sephiroth would have recoiled if he felt that Cloud’s touch was aimed at what was inside of him, or if his excited was feigned in any sort of way. But Cloud’s fingers were for him, plain and simple. They dug into his skin, then scratched naillessly across it, around to his back then down.

He cradled Sephiroth’s ass for a moment before trading positions and putting the taller man on the couch. Cloud slid down onto the floor between his knees and reached beneath his thighs and finished tugging down his pants, nearly groaning as they exposed those never ending legs.

Cloud licked Sephiroth’s knee and kissed his way up the smooth limb. He smiled before abruptly closing his mouth around Sephiroth’s balls, sucking one wetly into his mouth. His fist tightened around his cock and coasted slowly up and down, and Cloud had to wonder how Sephiroth could possibly question his own masculinity.

He was sloppy as he let his tongue dart beneath the sensitive sack and trail up the length of him. Cloud never got tired of the way Sephiroth tasted, always so clean and sharp from the soap he used, and hot on his tongue like ginger candy. He let his throat open and slide down onto Sephiroth’s cock, his lips framing around the girth of him tightly.

Sephiroth sighed and watched, almost unconsciously pulling down the hem of his shirt where it had ridden up slightly. He felt himself try to suck in against the swell that distracted from his view of Cloud, but he had left it relaxed long enough that it had settled into the curve. Cloud noticed his insecurity and made an impatient noise around his cock, and deliberately moved the shirt up to where it had been.

Sephiroth put a dominant hand on top of Cloud’s head to set him back to work, and tugged his shirt down again.

Cloud snatched Sephiroth’s hand and held it down onto the couch cushion. He let his cock slip from between his lips and licked them. “Don’t be fussy.”

Sephiroth scowled. “I’m not.”

“Take your shirt off, then.”

Sephiroth shook his head. “Just leave it.”

They’d had plenty of sex before while partially clothed, sometimes both of them fully clothed to the point the only place bare skin showed was where it was required for penetration. But Sephiroth had been completely covered for days. Cloud wanted to enjoy his nudity, and frankly, they had the time. The earlier realization that Cloud wouldn’t be sleeping much very soon brought about the realization that they probably weren’t going to get many chances to enjoy each other so thoroughly, either.

Cloud shoved Sephiroth’s other hand down onto the couch. “You should let me do what I want tonight.”

“Oh?” Sephiroth said, a flicker of challenge lighting up his features.

“Yeeeah,” Cloud purred, biting the edge of Sephiroth’s shirt with a smile. “You always end up liking it when I have my way… remember?”

“You’re spoiled.”

Cloud nodded, pulling the shirt up a bit with his teeth. “Take it off for me?”

Sephiroth looked as though he actually wouldn’t have minded it, but for the sake of being an obstinate prick, he shook his head. “No.”

As strong as Sephiroth was, Cloud was fast. He bit Sephiroth’s shirt tight, and leaned up his body, and snapped it snugly right over Sephiroth’s head. He then grabbed his taller lover’s wrists and pinned them back into place.

Sephiroth was utterly beaten behind the white cotton. “Very cute.”

Cloud smiled and kissed Sephiroth’s chest, licking between the firm muscles. It was meant to be a quick prank, but he was finding himself very distracted and not exactly interested in letting Sephiroth free. “I might actually like this…” Then, the devil in Cloud Strife made him chuckle as he added, “I’ve seen too much of your pretty face lately, anyways.”

Sephiroth tried to break free but Cloud held him fast, just barely maintaining control of him. His vulnerable position with his legs spread and Cloud’s weight kept him from breaking loose with just a casual use of his strength. As much as he wanted to be let go, and could have easily forced it… some sort of tarty curiosity held him back. But he did growl, “Better believe I’m getting you back for this.”

“Oh, anytime,” Cloud invited, letting his tongue linger over the hardened, pink peaks of Sephiroth’s nipples. Many, many times Cloud had found himself bound and blindfolded with Sephiroth’s uniform straps. He’d never been hurt, only teased at length as Sephiroth slowly and thoroughly sampled, kissed and licked every inch of his body.

He recalled his embarrassment the first time, only because he’d never in his life had his body laved with so much attention, not even from himself. The feeling of being so adored and treasured was amazing, and even though it was not exactly what he’d intended to happen with Sephiroth when he bought him the chocolate flowers earlier in the evening, this would do nicely.

He felt Sephiroth shudder in anticipation despite his protests, the little nubs’ sensitivity had become almost unbearable. Sephiroth grunted when Cloud bit one, pulling it gently with his teeth.

Sephiroth couldn’t see, but keenly felt Cloud’s fingertips dig rhythmically into his wrists as his mouth and tongue moved back and forth across his chest between the two small, hard points of intense sensitivity. Just when the attention was hinting at crossing the line from something pleasurable to something more painful, Cloud backed off of them and kissed down Sephiroth’s stomach to resume what had been interrupted.

Even though Sephiroth seemed to be into the game, Cloud didn’t want to let his wrists go. So he used his tongue to lift Sephiroth’s erection up off of his stomach and tilted his head to slip it back into his mouth. Even though the feeling of that little maneuver was fine in and of itself, Sephiroth was dying to see. He could make out some vague shapes behind the cotton, and perhaps could have seen through it if the lights had been on in the room, but he was stuck imagining what Cloud must have looked like sucking his cock, unable to position it with his hands. He imagined it must have been nudging his cheek a bit, and that caused him to shift a little in the wild desire to see it.

Cloud’s hands tightened on his wrists, but he didn’t drop the length from his mouth, only worked to get into a rhythm without the use of his hands. He kissed the tip and moved his open mouth along the underside, sucking at the vein through the sensitive skin.

Sephiroth lifted his hips a little, spreading them only slightly. It was enough to send a message, and Cloud decided that he might actually need one of his hands to progress further. He brought Sephiroth’s wrists together and held them with one hand. He thought it was somewhat amusing that his fingers were unable to touch around both of Sephiroth’s wrists together like that. Even though he wasn’t even close to being actually held down anymore, for the sake of the game, Sephiroth didn’t break free.

Cloud brought his usable hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers for a moment before letting them wander down between Sephiroth’s legs. Sephiroth arched as was necessary to reach his opening, but Cloud felt like being a bit… forceful. He took one of Sephiroth’s thighs and forced it up, granting him far easier access. He dipped his fingers inside, letting them ease past the tight barrier and into the smooth heat.

Sephiroth gasped inside his throat, and Cloud watched him swallow it, his long throat working, visible underneath the mask of the t-shirt. Cloud let his fingers play the way a pianist warms up before a performance. He let two sink inside, while the rest teased the sensitive areas surrounding the peach-colored hole. He let his mouth wander as well, worshipping Sephiroth’s leanly muscled thighs and up further, licking and nibbling on the one partially exposed asscheek.

“C’mon Cloud,” Sephiroth panted behind his shirt.

Cloud ignored him, captivated instead by Sephiroth’s fingers. They flexed, stretched out, and curled back into his palm over and over. He seemed to be fighting with himself to remain under Cloud’s control.

“Cloud,” Sephiroth repeated impatiently. His fingers continued to communicate his frustration, and again Cloud said nothing to him.

Instead, he went back to work. He kissed along Sephiroth’s groin, underneath his balls down to his opening, and removed his fingers. Sephiroth’s entire lower body tensed, and Cloud heard some sort of meaningless demand or warning. He tuned it out. He was going to do what he wanted.

He flicked his tongue out and circled the puckered opening, feeling its slight looseness due to his fingers. He closed his eyes and pushed his tongue in, flexing it within the confines of his lover’s body. He’d never tasted anything quite like it, the closest being sucking Sephiroth after he had been inside of himself. But this taste was more of that hotness and ginger, less of the tangy aftertaste of soap.

Although he tensed and made grunting noises of shock, Sephiroth did not force Cloud to stop. Cloud pushed his tongue in further, and when he found resistance, he pushed his fingers back in, letting them scissor and further prepare Sephiroth.

He found his prostate easily and rubbed it in tight, quick circles.

“Fuck! Cloud!” Sephiroth called out, his head digging back into the couch cushions.

Cloud chuckled and began rubbing the circles in the opposite direction.

For one furious moment, one of Sephiroth’s wrists broke free. His hand reached out for Cloud, and stopped just short of his hair. Cloud looked at the hand with wide blue eyes like a deer in the woods catching scent of a hunter, still and waiting to see what that hand would do. The fingers curled into a fist, paused as if it was unsure of what to do itself, and then fell to the couch cushion.

Cloud’s heart began to pound in victory. Sephiroth was obviously still fighting with himself, and he felt very much like tempting fate, so he thrust in a third finger and continued caressing the most intensely sensitive spot of his lover’s body. Sephiroth dug his fingers into the couch cushion and Cloud heard something rip in the fabric.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and panted a little as he undid his belt. Sephiroth heard the sound and seemed to freeze, then fully relaxed back into the couch. Cloud liked having that effect on him. He also liked watching Sephiroth’s body language without the distraction of those piercing eyes or those kissable lips.

He missed those eyes and lips, though. After he pushed his pants off, he leaned over Sephiroth and rubbed his nose through the fabric and kissed his lips. They were already parted, and Cloud felt them move with him beyond the thin cotton material. A tongue darted out to press against his but Cloud didn’t remove the shirt from over his head, and Sephiroth didn’t lift his hand from the couch.

The game was still on.

Cloud backed away from the kiss. Before Sephiroth could gather his thoughts to make a command, Cloud was already inside him.

They both moaned with the sudden, pleasurable shock of it. Cloud’s hand greedily groped all the way up one of Sephiroth’s long thighs, and he pushed it up to give himself room to kneel before him on the couch. Sephiroth’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper.

So maybe Sephiroth had a little control. That was fine because Cloud still had most of it.

He fell into a rhythm against Sephiroth; his strokes were gentle, long, but quick. He braced one hand next to Sephiroth’s head on the backrest of the couch and let the other paw at his legs, his chest, his hips and, finally, his groin. Sephiroth was already dribbling and Cloud ran his fingers through the familiar liquid, spreading it over Sephiroth’s cock as he stroked him in time.

Sephiroth cried out deeply with every quick, hard little jab of his sweet spot and Cloud whimpered and whined through the tight, gripping pull of his thrusts. Anyone on the other side of the wall would have assumed that their positions were switched, but their vocal expressions of pleasure didn’t change much, even if their configuration did.

Cloud squeezed and pressured the tip of Sephiroth’s cock. He coaxed and chanted, “Lemme see it, lemme see, I wanna see it” hardly realizing he was speaking at all.

Sephiroth heard him loud and clear though, and felt his body begin to tighten to the point where the pleasure became something else entirely, something wild and all consuming. He arched up and his orgasm shot out of him, landing against Cloud’s torso in thick, haphazard streaks.

Cloud felt like his body was pouring lava into Sephiroth’s, he snapped against him for a few hectic moments before the intensity became a sharp, but pleasant pulse. While he was still throbbing within him, Cloud pulled the shirt up over Sephiroth’s head and found him flushed and sweaty, his eyes lidded with contentment.

Cloud kissed his lips, an overflow of tenderness spilling out of him. He pulled out and immediately straddled Sephiroth’s hips. He tucked his hands up under his chin and pressed his forehead against Sephiroth’s shoulder, begging without words to be held.

Sephiroth wrapped his arms around Cloud and kissed his shoulders and neck, his hands kneaded into the cooling sweat covering his back. They panted, lying against each other for a while, letting their pulses slow and their breaths ease down. Sephiroth pressed his lips to Cloud’s forehead. “You’re good, you know that?”

Cloud grinned. “I’m just well-taught.”

Sephiroth made a dismissive sound. “You were always good. Always exactly what I needed.”

That made Cloud prop his chin up on Sephiroth’s chest in thought. “Seph… do you think you’ll be happy with how our life is about to change?”

Sephiroth took a long pause. “Christ. Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts…”

Cloud shook his head. “No, I want this more than anything. I just want to know if you’re going to be happy… Even with having to get up at three in the morning for feedings, or having to basically live in a perpetual mess, having to be quiet during sex or maybe not even have it at all? I know I can deal with that, because that part doesn’t have to last so long. When kids get older it gets easier, and we’ll have help… but for the beginning part, the hardest part…I want to know if…”

Cloud struggled to say the next part. Sephiroth was patient, and simply waited. Finally, he found the right way to express his worries. “I need to know that you won’t leave.”

Sephiroth looked up at the ceiling. “And where would I go?”

“I’m serious. I want you to know that no matter how hard it might be, that I’m in this with you. I don’t want to be without you. I don’t want to fight or lose sight of the fact that we’re in love. I don’t want some temporary difficulty to split up our family.”

“Oh, God,” Sephiroth groaned in a way that might have implied agitation, but Cloud knew now that he’d simply caused a rainfall of tears. He spoke seriously behind the salty drops, “I don’t know what’s going to happen. For all I know you could walk out the door tomorrow and never come back. Just…we shouldn’t worry about us so much,” Sephiroth actually laughed, not the hysterical sort of manly laugh he shared with Zack, but an unguarded and slightly gentle laugh he only seemed to do for Cloud. “Because there seems to be more to us now than just us. We became a fucking crowd.”

Cloud laughed with him, because they certainly had. “I think the manic part has passed for me. I’ve just been thinking about the day-to-day aspects, the real shit, you know? It’s gonna be amazing, but it’s gonna be hard. We’ll be alright, right?”

“If you’re over the baby powder and rainbows part… I’m over the part about being angry. To tell you the truth, lately I really think… I really think this is going to be fun, Cloud.”

“To tell you the truth,” Cloud murmured, staring into Sephiroth’s eyes. “ I think getting knocked up has made you a better man. And I don’t want to lose you.”

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

Getting Sephiroth to the labs for his baby appointment became a challenge. Sephiroth didn’t want to be seen by anybody, under any circumstance.

So, Cloud learned that the Shin-Ra building had a secret entrance, used by the Shin-Ra family, the Generals, and other high ranking officials. He’d never wondered before why he’d never seen Sephiroth walk in the front door, it made sense.

But still, the secret entrance wasn’t quite secret enough for Sephiroth’s tastes. So, to get his lover to his appointment on time and unseen, Cloud had to carefully time and orchestrate Sephiroth’s arrival with the help of Zack, the front desk girl, a squad of grunts, five clueless Turks, and a two alarm fire.

Finally, Sephiroth had made it inside completely undetected.

He was then poked, prodded, examined and cooed over by Aerith with Cloud’s gushing assistance. It might have brought back some unpleasant memories, but both of them were so harmless and gentle in their work that Sephiroth actually cooperated without any verbal complaints. But after she weighed Sephiroth, Aerith seemed to be writing a lot more than she was saying.

“What?” Sephiroth finally asked, tired of waiting for her little pink springy pen to stop bouncing.

Aerith frowned at him, which was not exactly professional. She caught Cloud and Sephiroth’s worried stares, and brought out her poker face. “Oh! Nothing’s wrong, it’s just that you’re not gaining as much weight as I’d like.”

Sephiroth’s forehead wrinkled. “I can’t possibly eat anymore than I already do. And I’m just sitting around doing nothing! And besides, they’re eggs. How can they be taking food from me?”

“I can’t be certain of anything because, let’s face it, I know almost nothing about what’s happening to you,” Aerith sighed. “But babies are a massive energy drain from any mother – ah … carrier of babies. There’s a compartment for self contained nourishment, but it grows along with the eggs, so therefore the same amount of material wouldn’t fill it. I believe the babies fed themselves in the beginning, but now they’re taking it from you like little tapeworms.”

“Hmf,” Sephiroth grunted. “I knew they were parasites.”

“Just keep on resting and eating. Are you taking your vitamins?”

Sephiroth scowled. The vitamins were prenatal and were issued in a pink bottle. He’d immediately transferred them into an empty bottle of men’s health tablets. “Yes. I’ve been doing everything you’ve been telling me to do.”

“I’m not worried about you, then. You’re probably the healthiest person I’ve ever looked at,” Aerith smiled. “I just want your little ones to be healthy, too.”

“I wanna see them!” Cloud declared, hugging Sephiroth’s arm. “Let’s get to that part!”

Aerith grinned in agreement, “It’s been almost two weeks and I’d like to take another look, myself!”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes a little and stood up. He pulled his shirt off and rolled his pants down over the curve on his lower stomach. Cloud was so well-fucked and in such good spirits, he decided to whistle flirtatiously, causing Aerith to giggle.

Sephiroth snapped his fingers in Cloud’s face, clearly feigning his objection. “I’m not a piece of meat.”

Cloud grinned and kept quiet, and then his mood settled into anxious nerves. Sephiroth hadn’t exactly been talking about them as though they were babies, yet. Hopefully this would show sexes and maybe even some facial features. Even though there was only a short time left to wait, Cloud was dying to see their children.

Aerith prepped Sephiroth and soon there was an image on the ultrasound.

The eggs were clearly bigger than last time, only three visible on the monitor, and closer together. The forms inside the eggs were grown almost to the point of touching the shell wall, their stumpy limbs curled closer in on themselves to render them into the typical fetal position.

“Fingers,” Aerith said, touching the monitor with a pointer. “Toes. Two arms, two legs. No sign of any extra appendages, except of course – ”

“Tails,” Sephiroth finished for her. He tilted his head, looking closely at one of the tiny creatures, which seemed to have the end of its’ tail wrapped in its’ hands.

Cloud for some reason felt the need to whisper, perhaps because the babies appeared to be sleeping. “Can you tell the sexes?”

Aerith smiled. “We can’t see the other two, and this little one’s turned away from us. But I know what those two are.”

“Don’t leave us in suspense,” Sephiroth said dryly, surprisingly Cloud a little with his interest.

“Congratulations. These two are boys.”

Cloud cheered happily, bouncing up and down where he sat. Now he had the ability to buy things for baby boys, at least! Sephiroth smiled with one side of his mouth, looking at the two that were supposedly male. Aerith felt an unspoken need from him to see proof, so she took the liberty of pointing the “proof” out on the monitor.

“Very clearly boys,” She smiled.

“So!” Cloud giggled, tugging on Sephiroth’s arm. “We’ve got two little boys on the way! What do you think?”

Sephiroth lifted his hand to scratch his nose, but anyone could tell he was attempting to hide a smile. He failed. Finally he said, “What I think, is that the birds and the bees talk is gonna be really complicated with those two.’

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A/N

1 – Don’t fret.

2 – I know nothing about science, babies, pregnancy, or the universe. I’m truly, really making everything up. Please don’t correct my fake science, haha.

3 – MPREEEEEEEEG!
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