A/N: final fantasy belongs to square Enix. I'm just writing this for fun.

Gleipnir: a string used to bind Fenrir when Odin heard the prophecy detailing his death at the wolf's fangs during ragnarok.

Fenrir: wolf child of Loki who is foretold to kill Odin. Also bit off the God of war, Tyr's, hand. (According to the books square published, Cloud named his bike after this wolf.)

Sleipnir: a six legged horse child of Loki that is faster than all other horses. Accurate to the theme of this fanfic, Loki had a males pregnancy and gave birth to this horse himself, then offered it as a gift to Odin.

Jörmungandr: Snake child of Loki who kills Thor during ragnarok. So large that Odin had him banished to the ocean, where he wraps his extensively long bulk around the world, circled around it to bite his own tail.

Hel: humanoid death goddess child of Loki. A beautiful maiden from the waist up, but her legs are rotted corpse flesh. Ruler of Niflheim, the land of the dishonoured dead.

Loki: Norse god of mischief and mayhem. The leading force behind ragnarok, and often seen to be malicious and cunning. Eternal rival of Heimdall, who is pro justice and rightness.

Nidhogg: a giant black dragon who tries to destroy the world tree (Yggdrasil) by eating its roots.

How strange it was to think (at least for him) that in only a year he'd gotten over such heavy losses and replaced both of his former friends with two that were almost closer than the previous had been. That gap, that he could no longer locate in his mind for the bridge over it, between when when Angeal's puppy became just puppy, or subsequently just Zack. Even more confusing was the sudden evolution in his minds eye of that infantry they looks like a chocobo, to Zack's chocobo, to chocobo, to private Strife, to finally just Cloud. He wondered further as he awaited the aforementioned blonde in the basement of the mansion, knowing that the sixteen year old would likely bring him breakfast again without Zack knowing. He assumed it was that the blonde didn't want the raven head to know how he was allowed to loiter near the silver demon's current site of frustration and breakage. Because the blonde was too kind in that way. And that's why, as he selfishly decided in the back of his mind, that it was time for 'just Cloud' to evolve to something more. He wasn't sure what, but he knew he wanted the blonde. His plans for the day could wait until later. Sephiroth held back his chuckle and turned slowly at the sound of approaching footfalls.

"Good morning, Cloud." His voice resonated deeply around the room with the pleasant smell of warm bacon.

"Sorry I'm late-" Cloud began, and he could feel the blush of embarrassment creep across his face under the safety of his green infantry scarf.

"No problem at all." The man interrupted, suddenly closer than he'd gotten during the entire week of similar encounters. Something felt off. "In fact, you're actually three minutes early today." It came out as a purr.

"Really?" The teen asked skeptically. Then he looked at the time on his phone. "Oh..."

"Which is perfect, actually," the man purred, even closer now, looming so imperiously over the blonde's head.

"I-is it?" The blonde felt oddly hot and nervous. Something in the renowned man's tone was putting him on edge. He felt a finger slide down his cheek, to his chin, pulling his face out of the shadow of his scarf. He backed up, his shoulders disappointed and slumped as the cold of the basement wall penetrated his flesh. The man seemed pleased as he pressed almost against him, but not quite touching yet. Imposing, intimidating, and oddly enough, arousing.

"I need you to promise me something." That velvety voice purred against his ear. "Will you?"

"P-promise what?" He asked, fairly intimidated by the sudden closeness (he needed to get away, but he needed to get closer.)

"Promise that you'll stand by me, no matter what occurs, forever." Cloud watched in muted horror and awe as those slit pupils shrank even smaller than usual, and the man's eyes dulled with a silkiness second only to his voice. The situation had yet to fully sink in.

"I-I what?" The blonde babbled in confusion. His face was burning.

"It's fairly simple, Cloud-" the man seemed to cut off as he saw the blonde's expression, some part of which must have struck a chord with some part of a feeling that was more compulsively important than whatever he'd been saying. Cloud wasn't surprised or unsurprised by the sudden pressure of lips on his own, as the taller male pressed that predatory smirk against him in a kiss. It felt good, oddly enough. He found himself kissing back suddenly, as the man finally closed the hair's breadth of a gap between their bodies, pressing flush together with a pleasant roughness. The man pulled his face away as the teen sighed at the loss of contact.

"I never want your eyes to lose that expression." The man purred. "So confused and utterly consumed... So ... Mine." The man hummed deeply in content, admiring the blonde's face with an endeared fondness, like one would to the sight of their lover doing something pathetically cute, and pressed their lips together once more- this time sliding his tongue out to taste the blonde's lips. Cloud felt the soft caress of the wet tongue and slowly parted his mouth to allow it passage. There was a strange heat coiled in his gut, a pressure that wasn't normally there, and he knew what it was with certainty as those kisses turned harsher, the man biting him and shoving him erratically to a beat that made sense only to them in those heated moments. The heat in his gut coiled tighter as he felt the man remove both of their clothing, mind staying in the moment as they moved into territory that was more than anything he'd ever experienced. Their bodies came together in ecstasy as they found something in the harsh embraces.

It was only later, after he'd covered his bruised and sore body back with his clothing, and cleaned the evidence of the activity from off of his abdomen, that he realized how odd it was. Sephiroth was never that... Open... Or affectionate. Not only that, but he'd been acting strangely darker. Different. When Zack arrived to find the blonde at his post, Cloud made a point to state as much, but didn't let on to anything else, and Zack seemed very nervous and frantic as he went down to check on their somewhat unstable friend. Cloud however, didn't suspect anything more would happen, so naturally when the silver demon emerged from the basement before Zack, and snatched him up before proceeding to storm out of the door, Cloud became confused. The arms the man ensnared him with were unnecessarily tight. It was almost as though the man meant to trap him, to lock him away. However, Cloud soon found himself on the ground- far away from the houses, and the air held the heavy, putrid stench of smoke and charred flesh. In shocked he watched the burning, watched the man slice through many of the people he'd grown up with, and strangely he felt numb. The anger came later with the realization of what had happened, with the pain of the stab wound in his shoulder, and Zack and Tifa unconscious and bleeding and dying only one room away. It came as he watched the man fall into the acidic green the same color as those madness crazed eyes with that smirk like he'd intended to fall into that mako since he'd entered the reactor. It continued through the pain of the scalpels and the sting of the syringes and the burning glowing painful madness of the tubes, through the coma and the fog and through waking up to find Zack dying on a battlefield of thousands of corpses sent to collect them, he felt that anger through managing to find the train to Midgar, to forgetting Zack ever existed and discovering Tifa alive, and to joining avalanche and meeting then loving Aerith only lose her to the same source of that anger, and the anger didn't leave until they reached the crater and the man exposed the hole in his memory, until the man revealed that the anger had been planted there, that it was was fake- only existent to bring him back to the madness that he knew now for certain wanted to lock him away and keep him and control him. In those moments the anger was replaced with devotion before he could process what occurred, the man manipulating his thoughts and emotions as simply as though he'd been serving tea. And he knew how terribly a part of him craved it even while he despised himself in light of his incapability to control his feelings for the man, in light of his weakness. Then Tifa came and fixed him and the anger returned. He managed to find his resolve again, finish the man once again. But it hurt. It hurt and he grieved for all those he'd lost for two whole years, a disease deteriorating the remainder of his will before the man returned once more, and he was forced to stop him again. This time, he felt fulfilled for a while, actually taking the time to look at the family he had, but while he cared for Tifa, she couldn't compare to either of the people he'd loved before. And soon, he grew worse. He isolated himself once again, this time, finally exhausted with living. He couldn't handle the church anymore now that Aerith had returned fully to the planet and her presence could no longer be felt near the flowers.

That's why, now, he sat against the frigid ice walls in the glacier and reminisced, unaware of the presence that hunted him.

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He'd been floating insubstantially around the town for hours. He was angry. Angry for the fact that he'd died twice already, angry with a certain blonde for being why. And yet, he was calm, floating insubstantial and malignant in the heart of the mansion. He'd already spread the stigma to every last one of the hired replacement villagers- hoping, knowing, wanting. Cloud would notice eventually. Oh yes. Half of the youth in the planet were infected. Even some adults had been caught in the swirl of hate and corruption. And soon enough, the blonde himself would be caught up in the volatile embrace of the parasitic disease, and once that happened the blonde would be forced to return to where he belonged. The entity felt a tug of emotion that would have caused him to smirk, if he had a face with which to do so at the moment, upon noticing a familiar presence zooming into town on a motorcycle. It seemed now was the perfect opportunity. He watched from the sidelines as the blonde dismounted his bike, package for delivery held under his arm. The last of the day, if the empty compartment in the motorcycle was anything to go by. He watched the blonde from inside the mansion, smirking mentally as he dipped his consciousness into the boys mind (for to him, Cloud was still a boy, mentally as well as physically. In truth he hadn't aged a day in the past seven years) and found everything he needed to be complete. All those memories he'd lost the the lifestream, including his appearance. He took his form, incorporeally shaped as himself. The blonde felt him. He could tell. Those eyes dulled then brightened, his mind and demeanor distracted as he collected his pay, his stature stiff. Those sapphire blues kept flickering toward the mansion, need and anger and fear and many other unspoken feelings glistening from the bright hue.

(Come.) he urged the blonde. (Return to me) the man that the blonde was doing business with eyed Cloud suspiciously as the blonde clutched his head in pain. He watched as Cloud assured the man that it was merely a headache, distractedly finishing the delivery in a rush. Finally the boy headed his call, almost sprinting to the mansion, actually dashing at full speed once safely in the doors. He smirked now, incapable of feeling his lips twitch, but aware that they had.

"Good boy." He praised as the boy made it downstairs, collapsing on the floor. The blonde flared up in anger.

"Shut up!" Still so indignant about his inability to disobey. He merely enveloped the blonde in his presence, chuckling in amusement as he did so. "How are you even here?" The boy's voice caught.

"Because you needed me." He brushed his lips along the blonde's.

"N-no.." Cloud began, struggling internally as well as physically.

"You called out to me subconsciously, and I couldn't well decline the option to return. Your emotions are what supplied me with the power to do so." He wrapped his mind around the blonde's, the control pleasing as both revenge and as a claim. This was his. This boy, this- it was his and it thought it could leave him. But, ohh no. There was no leaving, no disobeying. Soon enough the blonde would learn as much, learn to do as he was told. He leaned his incorporeal form down to the blonde's ear, as those disbelieving and submissively defiant eyes widened in the process of denial. "Its only natural," he purred against the blonde's ear, "realizing how useless your broken strings are- the realization of how useless you are without me. The panic, the uncertainty. A part of you realized the truth a long time ago, and that part knew what would fix that sudden emptiness, didn't it, Cloud?" He continued. He sent signals to the boy's brain to trigger sensation where his body would have touched the blonde, if it wasn't gone. He kissed the boy that way, a possessive, gentle kiss that was more of a claim, a way to show ownership. Cloud looked up at him conflicted between anger and fear or obedient submission and wanting. Anger won out, as the blonde made a gurgled noise in defiance. He kissed him harder, mashing their hips together roughly, ignoring the fact that he almost went through the blonde instead of pressed against him.

"Get off of me!" Cloud all but shrieked. A memory from his second demise from two years ago surfaced ("let go! Let go let go let go!" As the blonde struggled against the telekinetic force pinning him to the wall. Then the panting and the moaning as he'd forced the blonde to kiss him. Their screams as they realized he was kissing back.)

He vaguely decided that if he'd had his body, his pants would be too tight at the moment. It was no issue currently- no, the issue at this point in time was keeping the blonde pinned under his ghostlike form long enough to do what he'd intended. He stroked the blonde's cheek, the other hand stroking his arm as he mentally assaulted him with the full force of his own anger, turning all the foreign matter in the blonde's body against all the original composition. Anyone else would eventually die, however, Cloud was hardly human anymore. This would just destroy what was left if it succeeded. And then there would be no more morals or inhibitions in their way. And everything would be right.

He wondered, as he lay with his back against the ice, if he should have told them the real reason he left again. But then, it was too difficult, too embarrassing to explain something like this. All the pain and nausea he'd recurringly had everyday in the past few months since the stigma and deep-ground crisis had passed. It had been four months since he'd been cured by the water in the church, yet he still felt the symptoms- or so he'd thought at first. Next came the swelling. A large bulge slowly formed in his abdomen, and was a large source of pain. Then, he noticed while in the bathroom that his genitals were suddenly concave and slimy and felt like ridges of warm flesh inside. It took him a second to get over the shock, but his clothes back on, leave the bar and hop on Fenrir to make his escape. Something that bastard had done to his body turned him into a girl. And he had a bulge that kicked and squirmed where a child would be.

He'd tried to abort it, both by stabbing it out (he was not giving birth to his sworn enemy's evil space alien child, he refused) and by hanging himself. As it turned out, dying was impossible for both of them.

A footfall crunching the ice broke his reverie.

"Well well, I thought this would be more difficult." Something seemed familiar about the voice. And the presence behind it too, for that matter. A remnant then. Three, he realized as he turned, just like last time. But they were different. The one who seemed cruelest was slightly taller than Kadaj had been, hair slightly shorter- dual wielding two wakizashi. The other two were a more massive and bulkier form than Loz had been, the other delicate, long haired, and female? That was interesting.

"I assume this means he's coming back again." Cloud wasted no time getting to the point.

"That would be correct." The female said silkily, a rumbling, seductive purr.

"I'm leaving then." He said, getting up

"You're not going anywhere." The cruelty aspect whispered. Somehow, the new one seemed crueler than Kadaj had been.

"You have to stay with us until it's over, not that you have anywhere to go to the way you are now." The female cooed, stroking his cheek lightly. It was an uncomfortable experience.

"Stay! Stay!" The bulky one yelled childishly.

Cloud slumped back to the walls, head hung and eyes dull with distaste and resignation. Vincent wasn't here to rescue him this time.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves..." The apparent leader drawled.

"Not interested. There's no point regardless." The blonde retorted.

"There is indeed. We were named with you in mind, or so the instincts in my fake form tell me." The leader spoke again. Cloud sneered.

"Did he name you all after toys that are directly controlled? Cause if so, I'm really not interested." The blonde stated drily.

"Hmm..." A chuckle, not as deep or as dark as the man's chuckle was who created these embodiments of himself. "Not quite. I'm Sleipnir." The leader said.

"Hel." The female stated.

"Jörmungandr." The bulky one screeched.

Cloud held back a sardonic smirk.

"I take it your mission of 'babysitting' me is code named 'Gleipnir,'" he began, sighing at the obviousness of the meaning behind their names. He couldn't help laughing at the thought that that made Sephiroth Loki. It certainly did fit in its own way.

He was slowly falling into a routine. A very particular pattern. It had been a month, not necessarily a good month- it wasn't horrible either per say. Different, yes. Confusing, yes. Likely to end in a fairly painful way? Probably.

By this point, he'd formed a routine of staying in bed (if it was five months since the last time he'd fought the man, that meant it was a little over six months since he'd been raped in the mansion. That meant he was six months pregnant) eventually Hel would bring him something for breakfast, he'd refuse to eat it, and she would forcibly shove it down his face. Then he'd sit up and read. If they let him out of bed, he'd walk around and do push-ups, as difficult as they'd become. Add in the occasional puking, and mood swings... And the fact that this stupid baby (that he didn't want) was the child of the man he should hate, who destroyed everything thing he'd cared about before (and was very keen on doing so again,) not only his child, but his twisted offspring with all the psychotic alien DNA of both parents. It didn't help that Cloud knew the child was meant merely for the purpose of being a storehouse of such DNA, just so those three newer remnants could merge with it and bring the hated man back. It irked him that the man had had the foresight to think of this during the stigma plague. It irked him that it brought that unnecessary, unwanted, detrimental respect and admiration and love that had been there once back at its full force. It irked him, because the man's spirit was already in the fetus inside of him, and purposely hurt him when he did anything the man didn't like, or even just because the man felt particularly sadistic for a moment. It irked him, because that voice (so velvety and attention catching and imperious and smooth and manipulative and possessive and controlling and wonderful and frightening as it was) echoed through his mind. It coursed through his frame, dirtying him, corrupting him, consuming him with its terrible, wondrous, horrifying intent, with its misleading softness. The man was slowly, slowly turning him into a trained dog, something loyal and obedient and mindless to a point far beyond just a fault. Even worse, he was allowing it to happen. And Cloud hated himself for it more with each passing day. Hated himself for being weak, for not fighting enough, not resisting, not caring enough- he hated himself because it was not so secret that he enjoyed it, that he wanted it. And that just made the man(except he wasn't a man, but something more, something greater) all the more eager to exert and abuse and force control more and more. He hated it because he all but preened at the man's praises (such a good boy.). He hated it because he felt guilty and depressed and not good enough if the man chided him (Don't ever lie to me again. No never. Foolish child- you are mine.) He hated it because he loved it, and loved it because he hated it as much as he hated himself and thereby deserved it because it was something that hurt and stung and burned just like all of the things he'd failed to protect from that man's madness. And he needed it. He needed it and craved it and wanted it and it was all there was anymore.

"Just a little bit longer. Yes, just three more months and I will be able to claim you again, the way only I can." The voice cooed, nearly purred. "So patient aren't you?" it continued.

Cloud swore he could feel fingers stroking his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. He couldn't help the strangled moaning sound that so quietly crept from his parted lips as flash images filled his mind. Things the man wanted. Thing he would be forced to give soon enough. He lay down in his bed (where they'd gotten the bed he had no clue) listening to the voice because it drowned out all other things, all distractions when it came. Now he felt real fingers, cold female fingers on his cheek. The voice hmmmed its pleasure, expressing that it was so close to being real and tangible again. Cloud shuddered when he realized how much he wanted it. He feared he was beginning to fall under the power of Stockholm syndrome. The only person who came into his room was Hel. But she never spoke and he sometimes couldn't see her, because the voice that was Sephiroth (and would be him again soon) insisted he didn't need distractions. That distractions made him defiant. That they made him bad, because (the voice insisted) he didn't have the will to disobey on his own, that it was all them, his friends. But if he referred to them as such, the voice would punish him. So they weren't friends anymore. Just them, they, those people- because he would never say anything to anger the voice. No, because he belonged to it. Belonged.

"Yes, that's right. Good boy. Mine." The voice purred. He mentally tried to scoot closer to the voice, the want and the need so strongly overpowered everything else. But he couldn't. He couldn't because he was alone, and it was only a voice right now.

Vincent slowly edged closer. They'd been searching for Cloud for several weeks, finally deciding that him being away for five months was definitely something to be afraid of. They'd already been searching for three. And so, he crouched here, in the bushes boardering the edge of the forgotten city (because that was were Cloud had apparently been taken) with Nanaki and Tifa flanking him on each side, Cait on his shoulder, and Cid following behind. Barret and Yuffie behind the foul mouthed pilot. Vincent flinched, hearing cries ringout from the house. It sounded like Cloud.. But... Higher? It was a distinctly more feminine voice than the blonde, yet it was unmistakable. And it sounded so similar to... ! (brown hair let loose from its ponytail, hazel eyes concentrated and in pain, the sound of monitors and the sterile smell of a lab, her legs spread under a sheet as she contracted and contracted, eventually discarding a white haired monster from her weakened frame) Vincent fell to the ground.

Lucrecia? No, but it's Cloud. What's going on? Tifa looked at him fearfully, tensed to dash into the house. He held her back.

"Do you hear that?" He asked her, voice even more gravelly than usual.

"He's in pain." She struggled to get through the bushes, to the large shell shaped house, warm ocher eyes blown wide with panic and worry. Vincent shook his head.

"It's the sound of someone going into labor." Another scream followed.

"But Cloud isn't fema-" she was cut off by another scream, wincing as realization fell over her. They'd both been there with Cloud when that demon, that silver haired monster had revealed a twisted and warped version of the truth (the power to change one's looks and form) they both blanched, Nanaki shaking his head.

"Well fuck damnit. Poor sops probably broken down even more now- this Could be why the fucker left. Never wants to be a goddamn reason for someone else's worry, always gotta be a fucking shit headed hero and not let anyone fucking help him." Cid ranted, an unlit cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he talked. Vincent turned back to the house. The sounds were dying down. He summed up his courage. Time to enter the city and finally make their way to that house. He signaled across to Yuffie. It was time.

It was pain like nothing he'd ever felt. It was hot and stabbing yet dull and achy and it hurt everywhere. It was agony, hot knifes and coal and pins and pressure. Oh gods the pressure. He felt like his hips were breaking, like he was exploding from his lower regions, and it was horrible all consuming pain.

"Shhh. It's alright, it will be over soon and we'll be together." The voice assured him.

"Ma-" he began, but cut off with a hiss as the pain increased unbelievably.

"Push. It'll end sooner if you push." A female voice said gently, and he struggled to comprehend around the pain. Cold fingers brushed his stomach, soothing the pain to a tolerable degree.

"Do as she says. You want to see me, don't you?" The voice again. He pushed. He pushed as hard as he could. And he breathed. In in, out out, in in out out.

"Here." A different female voice exclaimed. "I have a bit more experience with this-" she did something that caused a numbness in the areas where the worst of the pain was.

"We're all aware you do." His voice spoke to hers with a resonating chuckle.

"Her contractions were worse." The female ignored the male voice, speaking instead to the blonde.

Lucrecia's? He thought at the presence behind the female voice.

"Yes." She replied. "Hers were terrible."

"Please don't mention that ... Child abanondoning wench." The male voice hissed.

"I personally liked her. Can't blame her for her fear- she did see what you were going to be when she gave birth. Fear is a very powerful thing." She stated. The man growled.

"If you don't stop talking about her, I'm going to treat you the same way." He sounded very condescending as he growled this.

Cloud ignored their fighting, focusing on breathing and pushing. In in, out out. Finally, the pain stopped all together. He felt Hel remove the child, unaware that a second one remained on the table, until she put its wriggling form on his chest, walking away with the other.

He lay like that, cradling the baby in confusion for a good few minutes. Soon the man's presence could be felt at full force- however something was wrong. Someone... Several someones were present in his room.

"Cloud! We've found you!" Was that... Tifa?

"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Who's child is it?" Vincent cringed as both dark haired girls began poking and prodding. It was obvious who the father was, wasn't it. He saw Tifa blanch at the child's silvery colored hair.

"Cloud...?" She pressed, sounding worried and angry. She reached over.

"Go away!" He yelled, holding the wriggling bundle of pink against himself. "Go away go away." The hand not holding his baby clutched his head in pain. Vincent felt his heart falter and break. Cloud was acting... Very suspiciously.

"Tifa-" he rumbled, "stop." He didn't have to explain what was already obvious. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed.

"What's wrong with you? Having a child with a monster that way? Do you like everything he done to you? All the people he's killed just so he could hurt you?" She turned sighing.

"No. Shut up. Shutup! He's not a monster-" Cloud frantically shook his head, "no. Master isn't a monster- he's not!" The blonde screamed.

"Cloud?!" Tifa looked about to faint.

"You spiky headed ass! Letting him do this o you all the time!"

"He's never really had a choice." A familiar voice rang out. Vincent cocked Deathpenalty, more than prepared for a fight.

"What did you do to him?" Tifa yelled, angry and worried and freaked out. "You psychotic bastard! What did you do?" She dashed forward to punch the demon, only to fall flat on her face as he calmly sidestepped.

"I've done nothing. He's merely... Chosen to return to where he rightfully belongs." The man turned to the blonde. "Isn't that right, Cloud?" The blonde immediately nodded response.

"I want them to leave." The blonde said pouting.

"I know." The man said, so gentle and understanding- it had to be an act. "Valentine, would you kindly not point that at me? Someone could wind up hurt." He smiled smugly.

"Then hopefully it'll be you." Vincent snarled, finger gripping the trigger tightly. His knuckles were turning white. He growled as the silver demon merely smirked knowingly. He was just beginning to pull the trigger, aim perfectly at the man's heart- then something shoved him from behind. The trigger was already pulled, the bullet zoomed forward, but because of the sudden force that had shoved him, it wasn't his original target who was hit. Vincent gasped in shock as blood pooled from Tifa's head. With a sickening this, her body fell to the ground, a crunching sound foretelling the damage to her neck, her eyes glazed and empty. Vincent stared numbly. The force that had pushed him moved, revealing itself to be Cloud, who now had a huge mania induced smile, and was running across the room, into the already open arms of the monster.

"Tifa!" Barret yelled, panic over taking his sense. The man fired off the machine gun on his arm, aiming it at the blonde and the silver haired menace. "You little cunt! She's dead! She's dead you spiky ass! And it's your fault."

Yuffie was sobbing uncontrollably. Cait had shut down- Reeve likely crying in front of his monitor. And the two of them just stood there, calm, casting barrier against the bullets and leaving. The team broke down at tere departure.

His stomach was still rolling a bit from the man's quick flight, but it didn't matter. He clutched their daughter tightly enough not to drop her, but not enough to hurt her, as he finally sat. He was exhausted.

"I'm very proud of you." The man whispered in the blonde's ear. "You did good today pet." Gloved fingers were stroking his cheek.

Cloud beamed at the praise.

"I didn't want them to take me away again." The blonde said, leaning back against the man's chest as he let the man lift and pull him onto his lap. This earned him a very heated kiss, and the baby was telekinetically lifted away into a crib. The tall man unzipped Cloud's pants, fingers digging around to find what was there, and as the man touched it, the blonde felt the female parts return to what had been there- it was a shocking relief yet a strange burden, his male anatomy feeling strangely heavy after months without it.

It didn't matter much after a while, as the man began to stroke up and down, causing a buildup of pressure and hardness. The blonde moaned, arching up into the man's touch. Cold lips bit and sucked and licked at the blonde's neck, a lump forming very obviously under him as he sat. The man's fingers gripped tighter, pumping faster, and suddenly they stopped. The blonde prepared to get up, aware of what came next as the man kisses him and stood. Cloud knelt on the ground as the man unzipped, his full length out in open view, and after admiring it or a good while, he parted his mouth and wrapped it around the warm flesh. Gloves fingers twisted in his hair, guiding his mouth down the heated length, as he flicked his tongue around and sucked as hard as he could, throwing his soul into the action.

"Harder." Sephiroth commanded, thrusting deeper down. The blonde obliged, sucking and licking and biting until the man pulled out, and stripped him slowly. He could feel blush rising in his cheeks, pink and flattering as it sculpted his freckle littered cheek bones, his chest suddenly cold- which caused his nipples to stand out, pink and hard and dark. The man gazed at him with lazy satisfaction, murky green eyes glowing with a possessive heat that threatened to devour him, dark lips cruelly and beautifully twisted into a smirk as he lowered down, not bothering to prepare the blonde, and shoved everything in at once. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to earlier. Those dark lips claimed his own roughly, biting, drawing blood as the tall entity pulled out halfway way, beginning to thrust. He found a jagged and very fast pace, and the blonde moaned with each thrust, his erection firmly held between the friction of their abdomens, as the man bit and kissed and fucked him, long hair spilling over like a curtain of moonlight. The man's thrusts began to hit deeper and deeper, the blonde sweating mildly from the exertion as he bucked up to meet each new thrust with vigor. The man's pace grew deeper, more erratic, and Cloud could feel he was close. He held back as long as he could, waiting.

"Go ahead." The demon growled ferally as he continued to go faster and harder. So he did. The blonde spewed violently as the man erupted warmly inside of him, riding out the effect, until finally, both relaxed down an fell asleep. Well, after feeding the baby.