Mother Nouveau

Synopsis: Tseng must endure the demon of Wutai in a lone log cabin in the mountains with his three very young remnants.

Warnings: yaoi, non-con, language, violence

Chapter 4: Selective memory

He felt a bit better after an hour or so of lying on the floor of the bathroom. The Turk had fallen asleep once for a few minutes, but he found it hard to stay asleep due to the uncomfortable wooden floorboards. He sat up with a groan and placed his hand over his upset stomach. The nausea was gone, but the pains still persisted. Using the wall as a support, he pulled himself up and leaned against it momentarily before he went over to the sink. There, he rinsed his mouth out with a bit of water and brushed his teeth, eager to get the putrid taste out.

Once his mouth felt fresh again, he stared at himself in the mirror. He'd only been here two days and the stress was already showing in his features. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, making the bronze color of them stand out more. His skin was pale and held a slightly greenish tint. He looked like he needed a good night's sleep but he knew that wouldn't be possible if he had to lie next to his kidnapper. He'd be too paranoid to sleep.

He exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him as to not alarm anyone he was out. The Turk swiftly and quietly headed for the kitchen. Fortunately, Sephiroth's door was closed so he didn't have to see him. The boys seemed too preoccupied with their toys to notice him walk by and he was grateful for that. Complying with the ex-general's wishes for the time being, he began to clean the mess the boys had made in the kitchen, as well as wash the dishes from earlier.

One half hour later, the dishes were washed and the counters cleared of their mess. With a heavy sigh, the head Turk went into the living area and lay down on the bearskin couch. The warmth and glow of the fireplace was comforting and he closed his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and bent his knees, an ideal position for him.

The man wasn't tired, but trying to cope with his new situation. Sephiroth, whom the world thought dead was alive and had three boys that looked like little copies of him. It was surreal that he was still alive, even after Cloud and his group thoroughly disposed of him. By all logic he shouldn't be here, but the Turk tried not to dwell on it. Instead, he wondered how he was going to be able to escape. The cabin wasn't big, but size didn't matter when your captor was the once known as the great general Sephiroth.

His brow line creased when he heard heavy footsteps approaching from the hall. The good thing about the wooden cabin was that he could hear just about everything coming, but then again maybe the man approaching wanted to be heard.

"Get up, and follow me," he heard the general command.

Tseng made a sound of distaste under his breath but didn't budge from his spot. The man standing above him chuckled deeply, the sound of it sending a slight chill down his back, but the slight tremor was nothing compared to the chill that raced through his blood when he felt long silver tendrils of hair touch the side of his face. The Turk's eyes flew open at the contact and he pressed his hand against the taller man's chest, trying with all his might to push him away. Sephiroth didn't budge, and grinned at the thrashing man as he leaned closer to the Turk's face. Tseng gritted his teeth and applied more pressure onto the ex-general's chest.

"Get off me!" he demanded, rage intensifying by the second. He hated the powerlessness he felt in this man's presence. It made him want to fight and rebel, his pride urging him to prove that regardless of the odds he wouldn't back down.

The silver haired man quickly grabbed the Turk's arms and roughly tossed him off the couch. Tseng scowled as he picked himself off the floor, ready to defend himself against his captor.

"Go to my bedroom, I have some things to discuss with you."

"Why can't you tell me now," the Turk asked, wary of the powerful man.

Sephiroth sighed, and crossed his arms. "Do as I say, or risk being beaten again."

Tseng didn't want to be beaten like earlier again but he didn't want to follow Sephiroth's command. He had a bad feeling about what was going to happen but he wasn't in a position to defy his captor. The Turk had engrained the handbook on being held hostage in his head and he usually followed it word for word, but this time it was different. This time, his kidnapper had almost complete control due to his power alone. He didn't need any henchman as he was basically a one man army. Other than his wits, the Turk had no idea how to combat the most powerful man in the world. He'd have to try and figure out how to take control of his situation.

With great reluctance, he slowly headed for the bedroom. He could practically feel the man behind him grinning with pleasure. Once in the room, Tseng refrained from sitting on the bed and stood by the nightstand next to it. Sephiroth walked in after him and shut the door, locking it.

"Sit down," the silver haired one ordered. Tseng frowned but took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Good. I have a few questions for you."

"Fine," the raven haired Turk said reluctantly, though he was curious to know what his captor wanted to know.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked boldly.

Tseng rolled his eyes in annoyance. "No."

Sephiroth grinned at him and crossed his arms. "Is that so?"

"Yes," Tseng bit out.

"I know it's been awhile since I was at Shin-Ra, but I distinctly remember hearing quite an interesting rumor about you while I was there," he said with amusement in his feline eyes.

Tseng looked away from his captor and scowled under his breath. There had been several rumors about him during his employment at the Shin-Ra building. Most pertained to his duties as a Turk and how he maintained a nearly flawless record, but there was one rumor about him that had spread like wildfire throughout the company. It took several months for people to either disregard it as false or forget altogether, but Tseng would never forget as it was a very difficult time in his life.

"You know which one I'm talking about, right?" he said facetiously.

Tseng didn't respond, but he definitely knew which one he was referring to. He didn't like showing weakness, but he was becoming very uncomfortable with Sephiroth bringing up things he'd rather forget.

"Oh? You don't remember? Shall I refresh…"

"There was a rumor I was sleeping with my boss," the Turk blurted out, having grown frustrated with Sephiroth's taunting.

"So you do remember then," he said with a slight grin.

How could I forget, The Turk thought to himself. It had been the most humiliating time of his life. He couldn't go a full day without people staring oddly at him. He'd overheard numerous conversations about him in the office. Even his own Turks had been gossiping about him and Verdot. The lowest point in his career was when he had to confront the president himself about the rumor. He wasn't sure if the man had believed him or not but he didn't lose rank and wasn't punished.

That stifled some of the gossip, but it wouldn't be for another two months that it died completely. The worst part of it was that his leader and mentor was never questioned and didn't have to clear his name in front of the president. There were never any gossiping whispers whenever Verdot was around, and no one, not even his own Turks had questioned him. Tseng, the subordinate at the time, had taken the fall because of his position.

Those were dark times for him and he didn't really have anyone to talk to or depend on besides Verdot himself. Reno at the time wasn't talking to him and Rude didn't talk in general. The other Turks wanted nothing to do with him during the scandal, lest they become targeted for talking to him. And Verdot…Verdot had done nothing and said nothing that would help Tseng in his situation. When the young Turk, who was also his second in command at the time, came to him for advice, the man told him not to come to him with that "social bullshit" and to basically deal with it on his own.

"Was it true?" the ex-general asked facetiously.

Tseng sighed and shook his head. "No it wasn't true," he said evenly. Dark eyes glazed over at the memory of him trying to tell people it was just a stupid rumor. He didn't even know how it started until after the rumor died down.

"Hmm?" the silver haired one said as he stared down at his captive. "Did you ever sleep with him?"

"I said no!" he snapped, peering up at Sephiroth with heated bronze orbs. The swordsman then walked over to where the angry raven haired man was. He placed his fingers underneath the Turk's chin and tilted his head up slowly until his green eyes met Tseng's light brown ones.

"Have you ever been raped?" he asked a bit more softly.

"No," he answered calmly. Sephiroth smirked.

"So you're untouched?" he asked, eyes flickering with lust.

"I've been with a woman," he informed. The silver haired man licked his lips and shook his head.

"All that matters…" he paused to quickly scoop up the Turk by his waist and press him closer as his hands wandered down to Tseng's buttocks. "Is that this is untouched."

Tseng growled at the suddenly violation and reacted by trying to push Sephiroth away. He felt very uncomfortable with Sephiroth's very masculine body so close to his, not to mention the hands groping his ass.

"Stop touching me!" he bit out. He was surprised when Sephiroth actually complied and released him. The Turk backed away from his captor until the back of his knees hit the bed.

"I suppose I can wait to have you," he said plainly before a smirk crossed his lips. "I want it to be a special occasion. Like the anniversary of my death or your birthday or something."

"Sick fuck," Tseng hissed out.

"But until then, there are other ways to please me," he said with a sly wink. Tseng winced at the comment.

"I'm not doing anything with you. I have no interest in men or you in particular."

"I didn't ask if you liked men and I don't really give a shit if you like me or not."

The green eyed man fixed his gaze on his helpless captive and smirked at him before he started to remove his shirt. Tseng was inwardly growing very nervous as more and more articles of clothing came off. Once he was down to his dark boxers, the brunette looked away, but Sephiroth wasn't having any of it.

"Keep your eyes on me," he ordered sternly.

Tseng reluctantly lifted his eyes and couldn't help but feel embarrassed looking at the ex-general in his underwear.

"I'm trying to help you adjust to your new responsibilities," the taller man informed and he approached the smaller one.

Tseng looked away again and this time his captor wasn't so forgiving. He roughly grabbed the Turk's face by his jaw and forcibly tilted his head up.

"Look at me," he said firmly in a deep, sensual tone. Tseng had no choice but to stare at the man's face. His eyes scanned over Sephiroth's features and he felt a blush rising on his cheeks with embarrassment. Sephiroth was a very beautiful man, that he couldn't deny, but regardless of his androgynous face, the rest of him was all male.

"You're gorgeous," the silver headed man said as he scanned over his captive's face. Tseng scowled at the comment, but before he could retort, Sephiroth had already leaned down and pressed his lips against Tseng's. The brunette was taken aback by the sudden action and was a bit delayed in his response to the kiss. As Sephiroth's lips moved against his still ones, Tseng opened his mouth a bit only to bite down hard on his kidnapper's full bottom lip.

"Mmm," he heard Sephiroth practically purr in response to the bite. He licked the Turk's lips in parting and grinned once he saw the man's face twisted into a scowl.

"Let's get you adjusted to other parts of me as well," the ex-SOLDIER said amorously before he suddenly pushed Tseng down onto the bed. The Turk reacted as quickly as he could and somehow managed to roll out of the way before Sephiroth went in after him. He tried to run but was quickly pulled back into bed. With a dark chuckle, the swordsman held him down by pinning his arms above his head and sitting on his thighs.

"Release me!" the Turk commanded as he frantically tried to escape Sephiroth's hold. The ex-general ignored his protest and lowered his head to kiss the smaller man again. Tseng turned his head to avoid the kiss but was met with a harsh slap to the cheek. The hit stung terribly, but at least now his hands were free. He tried to sit up but the silver haired man was heavy.

His freedom was to be short lived as Sephiroth grabbed both of his wrists again. He then placed both of his hands by his neck and held them there.

"I'm going to release your wrists and when I do I want you to feel my body. If you do not comply I will hurt you. Undertstood?"

The Turk nodded and his wrists were released. He hated himself for being so obedient but he didn't want another beating from Sephiroth. If it had been any other thug that had asked him to do something like this, he would have immediately started choking them to death once they released his hands. But Sephiroth had utter and complete power over him physically; he had little option to disobey at the moment.

His hands wandered down the man's pecks, fingers slightly grazing the nipples. The man's torso was sculpted to perfection. Washboard abs, perfect pecks and a slim waist. Tseng wanted to look away, but he didn't want to hear Sephiroth bitch about it, so he kept his eyes fixed on the man's body.

"You like it don't you?" Sephiroth said pompously. Tseng snickered.

"I prefer female bodies," he retorted.

"Hmm. I don't think so," he said.

"And how would you know?"He hissed out.

Sephiroth smiled at that. "Because I know you like men, but deny it. You're a bitch at heart underneath that cold, navy blue suit."

"Fuck you!" he yelled, ceasing his caress on the man's torso.

"Tseng, stop denying yourself the pleasure you truly seek. I know you let your boss fuck you, so why do you resist?"

"Stop making up shit! He was just a mentor to me and nothing more!"

"You mean, you were just a student to him and you meant nothing more than that," he corrected, infuriating the trapped Turk even more.

"Where are you getting such insane ideas from? Your brain still fucked up from that beating Cloud and his group…"

He regretted the words as soon as they slipped out. One moment he was snapping at Sephiroth, the next thing he knew he was being choked to death. The look in Sephiroth's eyes was full of pure rage and hatred.

"Shut the fuck up…just shut up!" he yelled, practically screaming into the Turk's ear. His vision was staring to fade and he could feel he was on the verge of death if he wasn't allowed air soon.

"Don't you ever mention that again, do you hear me? I will not fail mother or myself again!" he said, sounding borderline psychotic.

At this point Tseng had stopped struggling as he had no energy left to. Once his neck was finally released, he took a gulp of much needed air, followed by a bout of coughing. He hadn't had much time to recover when Sephiroth suddenly grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him forward, the swift action making him a bit nauseas.

"We'll finish this later, but for now I want you to get the fuck out of my room," he said heatedly. The Turk nodded and exited the room in a hurry as soon as he was released. He went back into the living area and sat on the couch. His neck was sore but at least he was still alive.

He heard one of the doors open and his eyes immediately went to where the noise came from. The Turk was a bit relieved to see it wasn't Sephiroth coming after him, but he'd rather not deal with the small child that was approaching him either.

"Hi mom," the youngest child said as he climbed up on the couch and sat next to him. Tseng thought about moving but there was nowhere else to sit except on the ground. Instead, he decided to ignore the pestering brat. He had other things on his mind.

"Um…you wanna come play with us? We have a lot of cars and even a track to race them on too!" Kadaj said excitedly.

When the Turk didn't acknowledge him, he reached his hand out to tug at the man's shirt.

"Don't touch me," the Turk snapped before Kadaj's little fingers could grasp the cloth.

Kadaj frowned and withdrew his hand. "What's wrong? Did you get in trouble?"

The Turk continued to ignore the boy, hoping he'd just go away and leave him alone, but Kadaj insisted.

Tseng closed his eyes and tried to tune the child out. It wasn't very hard considering he had enough experience with his second in command, Reno. His thoughts lingered on his red haired comrade. He could only hope he'd be back before Reno had to take over. Not that he doubted his leadership skills, but there was still a lot he had to learn and a lot Tseng wanted to teach him.

Then there were his other two Turks, Elena and Rude. Elena had showed great improvement over the last two years and had proved her loyalty to Shinra over time, but she was still a rookie in his eyes. Rude was highly skilled but he performed his best with Reno. He had faith that his unit could maintain themselves without him but they were more efficient with him as their leader.

"Are you mad?" the little silver haired boy asked.

Tseng sighed and reclined back into the sofa. The answer to the kid's question was yes. He was furious with Sephiroth and the situation he was in. Sephiroth had pissed him off by bringing up painful memories and made him touch him. Even now as he sat silently brooding on the couch, he was still remembering that time so many years ago when Verdot had turned his back on him. He scowled at the memory and closed his eyes.

He heard a hallway door open, followed by the rapid pitter patter of tiny feet. Loz had come out running, followed by the middle child who followed behind him at a less than enthusiastic pace. The oldest child plopped down next to Kadaj and suddenly wrapped his arm around his neck.

"Hey!" the youngest said in response as he tried to break out of his brother's hold. Loz giggled darkly as he playfully ruffled his brother's hair before he released him.

"Why you!" Kadaj said before he pounced on his brother. Soon enough they were wrestling on the couch next to the Turk. Tseng was becoming increasingly annoyed with them and wanted to go someplace else but where was there to go? The cabin was small, and there weren't many places he could go, but he knew he needed to get away from them. He abruptly opened his eyes and stood up; quickly making his way to the only place he knew he could be alone right now.

The bathroom…

Once he was in, he closed the door behind him and locked it. He sat down in the corner of the room and leaned against the wall for support. The Turk sat there for a few minutes, staring blankly at the other wall as he thought. His mind was constantly focusing of finding a way to escape. He looked up at the tiny window located eight feet up and contemplated. The window was as thick as the wall itself and was very tiny. The Turk wouldn't be able to fit even if he did manage to break the thick glass.

The turk was increasingly growing frustrated as he tried to think of ways to escape, most of his ideas being thwarted by the presence of Sephiroth. How was he to get out when the man who tried to destroy the world was his captor? It seemed impossible, but the Turk wasn't ready to give up yet, far from it really. He'd just have to wait until an opportunity presented itself.

A loud knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts. He stared heated at the wooden entrance, hoping the person would just leave him alone.

"Open the door Tseng. Kadaj has to go," he heard the sharp command of Sephiroth.

He scowled and thought about being defiant, but he figured it wasn't worth it this time. The long haired brunette stood up and unlocked the door. Bright green orbs were immediately fixed on him and he quickly left from the man's presence. He headed back into the living area where the middle child was sitting quietly on the couch, reading a book. The boy hadn't spoken to him at all and didn't seem interested in talking to him. He figured since the boy was so quiet, it was alright to sit on the other end of the sofa and he wouldn't have to worry about being bothered.

He was right in his assumption as the long haired child didn't even look up from his book to acknowledge him. The boy was definitely odd and unusually mature for his age. He wasn't bothersome like his other brothers, but there was something about the kid that made Tseng wary of him. His mannerisms were anything but childlike and he seemed advanced beyond his years. The Turk hoped that the child would continue to maintain his solemn persona.

"Tseng!" he heard the deep baritone yell from down the hall. The Turk refused to answer.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Kadaj yelled happily as he ran down the hallway to the living area. He bounded toward Tseng and jumped up into the man's lap. The Turk's initial reaction was to push him off but Sephiroth walked in right after the boy. Kadaj gripped his shirt and pulled it in his eagerness.

"You are beautifullll!" he exclaimed, waving his other hand in the air for dramatic appeal. Tseng frowned and turned away from the boy. He was itching with the desire to shove the boy off but Sephiroth was watching him.

"Isn't it great to have a mom, Yazzy!" Kadaj asked cheerfully. Yazoo simply looked up from his book before returning to his reading without speaking a word.

"That means yes! Whoohoo!" the boy screamed. Tseng shot the kid a death glare as he hollered.

"Get off of me," he said through gritted teeth.

"Oh momma," the boy whined. "I wanna stay with you. I've never had a mom before."

"And you still don't…" the Turk cut his statement short as the silver haired man walked over to him. He looked down as the warrior stood over him. Sephiroth chuckled as he leaned down and placed his fingers underneath his captive's chin. Though Tseng resisted, the stronger man succeeded in tilting his head up towards him. The Turk tried not to show how nervous he really was and glared at his captor.

"Um…what are you doing to mommy?" Kadaj asked.

Sephiroth smiled and moved in closer, pressing his lips against Tseng's. The Turk tried to draw back but his head was held firmly in place. His hands flew to the ex-general fingers as he tried to pry the man's hands away from his face. He grew even more frustrated when the silver haired man tried to shove his tongue in between his lips. Tseng gritted his teeth together and though he hated the man's tongue swiping over his them, it was a better option than having it in his mouth.

Once he released Tseng's lips, the Turk didn't second guess himself when he wiped his mouth off and stood up, backing away from the General.

"What was that?"Loz asked.

"That was a kiss," Sephiroth explained evenly, his eyes still fixed on the Turk and becoming increasingly brighter.

"Why'd you do that?" The youngest asked.

"It feels good," he explained, "Right, Tseng?"

The dark haired man scowled and crossed his arms. He wished he could just will himself away but he would have been gone a long time ago if that were possible.

"Can we kiss mommy too?" Kadaj asked eagerly.

"Of course. On the cheek though, ok?" Sephiroth instructed.

"Ok!" Loz and Kadaj said simultaneously before bolting over to where the Turk stood.

"Stay away from me!" the Turk yelled, his voice booming in tiny cabin. Surprised, the boys stopped and scratched their heads.

"What's wrong with mommy?" Loz asked confused.

"Perhaps mommy's just tired. But I assure you you'll both get big kisses from him tomorrow. In fact, we all will!" the ex-general said, followed by a deep hearty laugh.

"Whoohoo!" The boys, sans Yazoo, joined in. The General crossed the room until he was standing in front of his captive.

"You'll never get anything from me willingly you fucking psycho," the Turk hissed out.

"That's alright. I really wasn't expecting you to submit so easily, thus training will have to ensue."

"Training?" the Turk repeated appalled.

"Yes, training. Should be nothing for a Turk, let alone the Turk Leader. You should rank first, but if not you could always fuck me like you did Verdot. I'd give you my position…"

"What's "fuck" mean?" Kadaj asked innocently.

"It's Sephiroth's state of mind. Fucked up," the Turk responded. He knew it was a low blow, but he felt like he had to say something to defend himself. Not to mention he wished the man would stop bringing up the past.

Sephiroth snickered at the petty remark and turned to the silver haired children.

"Boys, go back to your room and shut the door," he said before he turned his attention back to the Turk glaring up at him. "It's time for mommy's first lessen."

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