Kittens

by sephcounttheways

Sephiroth and Cloud don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies. CloudXSephiroth MPREG

10. Two Months

"Seph! They're sleeping!" Cloud cried from the other side of the bathroom door. "Fuck me!"

"Hell yeah! Just gimme one second," Sephiroth called, nearly slipping in the shower.

It had been approximately one month since they'd engaged in actual, real live, utterly satisfying, nail scratching, sweat dripping, hair pulling sex. A few hurried blowjobs and fleeting dry hump sessions had gotten them to this frantic point. For the past week especially, it seemed like any touching or physical contact whatsoever drove them wild with a desire that was not destined to ever be quenched.

Sephiroth was returning to work the next morning. The thought of him being gone all day, maybe even nights, maybe even for weeks terrified Cloud. He'd gotten used to their routines, and their simple little life... but he knew it had to end, and he had to be strong about it. And in an effort to stay away from the subject and not be reduced to tears, he focused on the boys.

Earlier that evening, Cloud had been changing Zacky's diaper, while Sephiroth was finishing up on Lucas'. They stood side by side in sweat pants and t-shirts, and had barely spoken a word the entire day that wasn't in a high frequency baby talk.

"You boys are making a whole lotta stinky, smelly dookies lately!" Cloud chirped shrilly, pausing to press kisses on the soles of Zacky's flailing feet and make the baby gurgle happily. "Smelly dookies from Zacky!"

"Baby shit is concentrated evil," Sephiroth agreed in his own version of baby talk, refusing to let the word 'dookie' pass his lips no matter how high he forced his voice to climb.

"Powder please?" Cloud asked, and reached out for it with one hand. As Sephiroth passed the container, the tips of their fingers touched... and it was nothing short of electricity.

They paused and stared at each other for several seconds. When Cloud finally spoke his voice had sunk down into a smoldering octave, burning with enough intensity to startle the General, "... Hello."

"Hello ..." He rumbled back, admiring the contrast of Cloud's yellow hair framing his handsome face. He loved everything about that face; perfect lips, that fine bone structure, and those arresting blue eyes. Lately Cloud had been spending any free time reading or napping out by their pool, and the sun had kissed him all over. It left Cloud with a charming, permanent blush to his cheeks... Sephiroth wanted to follow that example and run his tongue up into all the places the sun hadn't been able to reach, and make his cheeks blush even more intensely.

With a hitched breath, Sephiroth's fingers busily tucked Lucas into his diaper to keep them from grabbing Cloud and pulling him to bed by his beautiful blonde hair.

"Look at me, Sephiroth," Cloud almost whispered, his hungry gaze darkening into something nearly sinister.

His eyes slowly turned back to Cloud's and were trapped by the desire he found there. "... Tell me what you need."

"I need us," Cloud's nimble fingers tucked into the waist of Sephiroth's sweatpants and pulled him closer to bump their bodies together. "I know you have things on your mind. I know you have to go back to work, but... Please don't forget about me. You own me. Don't let me forget it, eith- "

Without another word they shared a scorching kiss right there in the nursery. It escalated out of nowhere like heat lightning, and Sephiroth pulled Cloud up into his arms by the backs of his thighs. Body to body, they couldn't fathom letting go until they were completely satisfied. It could take forever with the way Cloud's body wriggled in his arms.

"God," Sephiroth snarled, one hand going up to hold Cloud's skull in place as he ravenously consumed his lips. Cloud could feel his heart racing, making every single point on his body pulse from his temples, to his wrists, to his cock. He nuzzled it against Sephiroth's firm stomach, trembling as his mind swam with visions of what they would do to each other.

It was about that time that Zacky decided he didn't appreciate his diaper change being interrupted.

His piss had amazingly accurate aim, but fortunately the source was too small to reach high enough to make a head shot. But Sephiroth's sleeve and his illustrious hair did not escape from being soaked.

Cloud swooped down out of Sephiroth's arms to fold over Zacky's diaper in an attempt to catch the baby's stream, but the damage was done. Although he was incredibly frustrated, his touch was gentle and his words still came out at a sweet and cooing octave, "That's gross, Zacky! Don't peepee without your diaper on!"

Zacky made no further comment.

Sephiroth took a fresh diaper and used it to wipe his arm, and slowly began to laugh from the ridiculousness of it all. What else could he do? He was unbearably erect and covered in baby pee. He glanced down to see Lucas on the changing table, staring up at him with a rare, lopsided smile.

"It's not that funny," He said with a sigh, and tossed the diaper into their canister. "Can you put Lucas in bed? I'm gonna go grab a shower."

"... Sorry," Cloud giggled. And so Sephiroth showered, and anticipated Cloud forcing him to get a good night's sleep.

But now the game had entirely changed! The stupid babies were the ones asleep! And Cloud was waiting to get pounded!

Sephiroth toweled off faster at the delicious thought of it, and was unable to resist pumping his cock a few times as he looked at himself in the mirror. His body looked good. Not perfect, but good.

Sephiroth felt urgency course through his veins, but since he had the looking good part down, he wanted to smell and taste good as well. He gave himself a quick blast of cologne, and then hurriedly brushed his teeth. There was nothing that could be easily done about his damp, tangled hair, so he threw it over one shoulder and emerged naked from the bathroom like a predator, expecting to find Cloud waiting, ready and splayed in some provocative position.

He was splayed, alright. During the three minutes that he'd been left waiting, Cloud fallen asleep in the starfish position wearing only his t-shirt and one sock.

"... Cloud?" Sephiroth bent over to push the shaggy bangs out of Cloud's face and was greeted with a deep snore. Utterly passed out. His boyish features weren't lifted and twisted with sexual need, but were instead soft and relaxed enough to resemble an angel at rest.

Sephiroth sighed and let Cloud's hair bounce back into place, not even having the heart to wake him and move him underneath the covers.

Unfulfilled, Sephiroth harnessed his sexual energy into cleaning the apartment. He gathered up the dishes, collected stray bits of baby laundry for a load in the washer, and cleared any clutter into a trash bag. Sephiroth then remembered the bag of dirty diapers that needed to be taken out as well. He quietly entered the nursery to retrieve it, and saw that while three of the boys were sleeping, Tommy was still wide awake.

Cloud had picked out a different bedding theme for each baby, complete with a musical mobile hanging over each crib. Zacky slept amongst stars, astronauts and spaceships; Jamie had a cutesy Pooh-bear theme; and Lucas had chunky planes, trains and automobiles of all types.

Tommy was given happy jungle animals as his totem, and was staring up at the mobile of baby elephants, monkeys, lion cubs and alligators. Sephiroth crept forward and leaned on the edge of his crib. With a couple of quiet turns of the dial, the mobile's gentle tune wafted out and it began to rotate slowly.

Tommy became hypnotized by the display. Sephiroth brushed his fingertips over his son's miniature hand, and felt a secret surge of satisfaction when Tommy grabbed on. He held Sephiroth's finger and watched the mobile until his eyes couldn't stay open any longer. His grip only loosened slightly as his breathing became slow and steady.

The babies were now two months old, and it was time for him to resume his duties as General of the Shin-Ra army... and he couldn't pinpoint exactly how that made him feel.

Back to days full of military duty, training, fighting, and leading an army. That was what he needed most in his life, right down to the cellular level. It was what he was designed for. Not changing shitty diapers, dealing with fussy feedings, or calming squealing brats… not kissing petal soft skin, or inspiring those drooly baby smiles, or seeing them learn something new everyday.

He'd been with them every moment of their lives for the past eight weeks, but that was such an incredibly short length of time in hindsight. It occurred to Sephiroth that he'd been with them even longer than that. Since the very first moment that this awkward universe decided that these children needed to exist, Sephiroth had been close to them. Repelled and disgusted by the thought of them, of course... but close to them nonetheless.

He supposed he was experiencing some mild separation anxiety. He puffed out a breath of air until the little monkey hanging over Tommy's crib swayed in the breeze.

There was no financial reason to return to his duties. He had enough money to take care of his family for the rest of their lives. Sephiroth indulged in a brief fantasy in which he swiftly resigned from his position at Shin-Ra. He paid off their new apartment, put a sizable trust fund away for the boys and lived his life comfortably with Cloud as a… daddy.

And when the babies grew, he could pursue other interests. Sephiroth didn't even have any hobbies outside the combat realm, but he could find some. They could travel or something. Or Cloud would be able to go back to SOLDIER if he wanted... or the two of them could create even more beings to take care of.

No fucking way was he giving birth again. He was a machine, but not that kind of machine.

He took his finger back from Tommy and retrieved the smelly diaper bag before he had anymore stupid, sentimental fantasies. He'd see the babies every morning and night. Unless he was away of course, in which case Cloud would document any developments with the camera.

They'd be fine without him.

After dropping the trash down the rubbish chute in the hallway, Sephiroth was satisfied with the cleanliness of the apartment. But satisfaction derived from a task completed was nothing compared to the satisfaction he craved from Cloud. Sephiroth could almost taste him.

For the first time in recent history, he considered pulling up some dirty videos he and Cloud had made together and rubbing one out. They weren't too explicit and mostly contained talking and giggling and other amateur silliness, but Cloud was fantastic on camera. He never hammed it up, but he always seemed to find a way to make each video memorable and utterly un-deletable. They were moments that Sephiroth enjoyed reliving when Cloud was away on missions to get through rough patches of temptation or loneliness.

But Sephiroth couldn't masturbate and pine for his lover who was merely a room away. It was beyond pathetic.

Determined to reignite their passion, he stomped back to the bedroom where Cloud was still in the same ridiculous sleeping position. Sephiroth nimbly yanked off Cloud's sock, but was more tender in helping to slide his shirt off of him. With a little adjusting and several groans of protest, he and Cloud were under the covers together.

"Cuddle me!" Cloud demanded on an impatient whine, urging Sephiroth closer with a sharp tug on his wrist. Sephiroth was happy to scoot in close behind Cloud and hold him tight. Once their limbs were locked in a familiar way, Cloud sighed. "Don't let me go 'til I'm sleeping again..."

... He was so not getting laid. Sephiroth was disappointed and already uncomfortable laying on his side, but Cloud was warm and his bare skin felt like silk under the covers. He'd take what he could get.

With a resigned sigh, he put his nose in Cloud's yellow hair and waited for him to return to slumber. It was counter productive, but Sephiroth spoke in the dark, "Will you miss me tomorrow?"

"No. I'm so fucking sick of you," Cloud claimed, despite backing up closer to absorb Sephiroth's warmth.

Sephiroth smirked. "Good. I'm fucking sick of you, too."

"Your tummy's flat and hard again!" Cloud complained moodily. "You're more comfortable when you're fat."

"I can't do my job if I'm fat," Sephiroth retorted. "Maybe you'll get fat staying home and sitting on your ass?"

"I lost five pounds..." Cloud murmured, and the sad tone made Sephiroth feel guilty for teasing him. Weight was always a sore subject with Cloud, who had to fight for every ounce of muscle he ever gained. Such a loss in weight just meant that he was losing that muscle.

"You'll get time to train. We'll get some protein in the house. You won't lose another pound," Sephiroth promised.

"Feeling skinny makes me feel ugly."

"Cloud, you are drop dead gorgeous. You aren't skinny at all. You're my little powerhouse SOLDIER..." Sephiroth pressed his groin against Cloud's ass. "... And you're so nice and juicy right here."

Cloud was silent and still for a moment, until he took the bait. "... Really?"

Jackpot. "Uh huh... When I fuck you from behind, it bounces just a little. And I love the way it moves when I slap it."

"You're a dirty man!" Cloud gave a sleepy imitation of a giggle.

"Give me some of this fat ass ..." Sephiroth purred against his ear, and nestled the length of his growing arousal between Cloud's warm, smooth cheeks. It was a perfect fit.

Cloud seemed torn for a moment before he exhaled helplessly, "I can't, Seph."

"Are you sure? You seemed ready a little while ago..." Sephiroth hissed into his ear, oozing seduction as he slid his hand over Cloud's hip to search for that hard cock that had been grinding against him in the nursery. Sephiroth wanted it down his throat.

"I still want you Seph... but Tommy wouldn't sleep at all today, he was so wired for some reason. And last night you had the earplugs, but Jamie was a little poopoo machine and I didn't want him to make a big dookie in his sleep and get a diaper rash so I waited around for him to - "

"Enough," He abruptly cut Cloud off. It was probably the most difficult thing he'd ever done, but Sephiroth settled his hands in a chaste location and stilled the teasing movements of his hips. "Stop talking about baby shit and go to sleep."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Furious," Sephiroth mumbled, and kissed Cloud's ear. He let his lips linger just a moment, leaving a warm imprint of his affection. "Put some earplugs in tonight and rest."

"I love you," Cloud said, and sat up to stuff the plugs in his ears before resuming his position curled in front of Sephiroth.

When he promised to hold Cloud until he was asleep, Sephiroth didn't count on being the one to drift off first.

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

Sephiroth closed his eyes under the hot shower water, trying to block out the needless worry.

The actual morning of his first day back at work had greeted him with soul deep dread. Perhaps it was just because it was finally happening, but a million awful scenarios were rampaging through his head.

If any terrorist, enemy government, or obsessed whack job brought harm to his mutant children while he wasn't there to protect them ... Sephiroth would never forgive himself. The next best thing was to have a highly trained SOLDIER there with them, to watch for warning signs, to get them out if there was an emergency, and to take a fucking bullet if the need arose.

The mannies were coming to help with the babies - diaper changing, feeding, cleaning, etc. The SOLDIERs would perform these duties without complaint. But the prior week, Sephiroth had taken initiative to call each man personally, and let them know that if any harm befell Cloud or any one of those strange little creatures that they'd made together ... Sephiroth would pull a blitzkrieg unlike anything they'd ever seen before.

And the mannies knew Sephiroth was a man of his word. Only one of them stepped down from the duty out of intimidation, but the rest were prepared to die for the survival of Sephiroth's offspring. Or as punishment for failing to protect them. And then there was the matter of Sephiroth drinking the blood of their loved ones, but that was mostly just bull. Mostly.

When Sephiroth came out of the bathroom, the bed was made and his black leather uniform had been laid out for him. He dressed slowly, looking at himself extensively in the mirror and making mental notes of where the uniform felt tightest, and where tiny muffins of flesh spilled over. He hadn't lost all the baby weight yet, but he was getting there. He pulled on his coat, sucked his stomach in, and left the room.

Sephiroth peeked into the nursery and found four deeply slumbering babies. Any other morning he would have been thrilled that the boys were still sleeping so quietly, but he wouldn't have the chance to see them for another thirteen hours. He found himself wrestling with the temptation to turn the lights on and jostle them all awake, or to let them slumber and perhaps have a quickie with Cloud before work.

He felt his heart pulled in two directions, and in the end he decided to be selfish. He scooped up the nearest one, which happened to be Jamie. The infant shifted in his arms, a tiny whining noise gurgling in his throat. Sephiroth patted his back, "Sorry, buddy. Just go with it."

Cloud was in the kitchen preparing bottles on the stove. His back straightened when he saw Sephiroth gracing the kitchen in full uniform. "Morning handsome! Did he wake up already?"

"Yeah," Sephiroth lied, bouncing Jamie as he began to vocalize his displeasure, as though he was attempting to tell Cloud the truth about being woken up on purpose.

"Oh such a grumpy little man," Cloud crooned to the infant, craning his neck out to kiss his scowling little face. He then smiled up at Sephiroth, going up on his tiptoes to give him a much more intimate, lingering kiss. "... You look very sexy this morning, General."

"You passed on this last night," He reminded him. He secured Jamie in one arm and used the other to pull Cloud closer and kiss him thoroughly, letting his tongue dance against Cloud's in an expression of all the things he wanted to do to him the night prior. Cloud put a tiny moan into the kiss, letting one hand slide down Sephiroth's hip and dig into the flesh appreciatively.

He pulled back, and his expression was uncertain. "I'm so, so sorry about that. I hit the bed and I was like, totally out. I wanted to ... I still want to..."

"I'm not in the mood," Sephiroth sighed demurely, letting his eyes roll around the room before landing back on Cloud and narrowing in humor.

"I won't ever pass again!" Cloud purred, and his wet lips spread in a lopsided smile. It looked oddly familiar. Then Sephiroth realized that when grumpy little Lucas could be convinced to smile... it virtually mirrored Cloud's. He'd never noticed until then, and it made him pull Cloud in for another dose of those smiling lips against his own.

"Can I get that in writing?" Sephiroth grinned when they came apart, bouncing Jamie slightly.

"I'll do a line of coke tonight if I have to," Cloud declared, and brushed his finger over Jaime's nose. "Put that brat down, you need to finish getting ready and eat your breakfast. You have a big day! Let me make you something yummy! How about some waffles?"

"I'm on a diet, don't tempt me," Sephiroth went to the cabinet where his health food stash was located. Meal bars were all he was eating at that point in his haste to return to peak physical condition.

"Okay, no waffles," Cloud turned to the stove to rotate the bottles again before he went to the fridge. "But please have something more than a protein bar."

"I'm sure I've got desk work today, it'll be plenty."

"You've got a longer day ahead of you than you think, and you're gonna feel like shit by lunchtime. Take a bar for a snack later, but let me make you some eggs and fruit," Cloud insisted as he began preparing the light meal.

Sephiroth decided not to push the issue, and would eat what Cloud gave him. It was likely that he would be sparring that morning, so he'd make the energy input and output balance. He knew Cloud liked a little extra flesh to grab on to, but he just wanted to feel like himself again. Like lean, mean General Sephiroth again.

Sephiroth was born and bred to be a killer with no feelings, no heart, no compassion. Sephiroth then looked at the infant in his arms and wondered if he even knew who that person was anymore.

There was a chorus of whimpering from the nursery Cloud tsked, "Will you bring them out for me?"

Sephiroth laid Jamie in one of the four highchairs, which were designed to hold an infant with comfort. It was yet another transforming piece of baby furniture that would morph into something more appropriate when the boys began to grow and would be able to sit up on their own. It was Cloud's department to think to purchase these things, because Sephiroth never would have even conceived that such a thing existed.

Another genius invention that he couldn't imagine doing without was the baby sling. He'd been embarrassed of it at first, but it quickly became vital. Sephiroth snatched it off the kitchen counter and brought it into the nursery. Tommy stopped crying when Sephiroth appeared; he never seemed to be one to make noise unless he needed to. Lucas wasn't so considerate, and screeched even after Sephiroth tucked him into the sling. Zacky was shaking his hands and bopping his feet around already, making full use of his limited motor skills.

He took the three to the kitchen and strapped them into their chairs, making a complete set of hungry quints who looked expectantly at their fathers. Sephiroth reached for a bottle to check the temperature, but Cloud took it from him. "You don't have time, finish getting ready."

Sephiroth felt his heart sink. He didn't let it show on his face, but Cloud tilted his head and searched his eyes for a moment before handing the bottle back. "You get to do Zacky, then."

He was the hardest baby to feed, by far, but Sephiroth plucked Zacky up and folded him into the sling, careful that the babies' kicking feet didn't get tangled in the material. Sephiroth then pushed the bottle into his mouth, already reaching for a nursing towel to catch the dribbly, spitty liquid that pooled from the corners of his lips. The baby needed to be fed two bottles in a row, only because he spat up more formula than he swallowed.

"It's okay, pal. Keep trying," Sephiroth murmured encouraging words, despite the fact that Zacky was making a mess of them both. The baby was hungry and uncoordinated, so there was no use in getting upset about his inability to eat properly. Aerith had assured that he would grow out of it.

Sephiroth let Zack eat, and took time to smell the soft, unique scent of his wispy platinum hair. It felt almost bristly under his lips. Sephiroth supposed Zack might have inherited Cloud's unique hair texture, and he mentally wished the poor child luck with that bullshit.

They were almost ready to start the second bottle when there came a knock at the door. Cloud moved to answer it with Lucas in his arms, but Sephiroth stopped him. "I'll get it."

He quickly secured Zacky back into his chair before marching to the door. He almost wished he'd taken Cloud's advice to finish getting ready, as he didn't exactly looking imposing in bare feet, ribbons of milky baby drool all over his coat, and a blue towel with puppies on it resting on his shoulder. He snatched the nursing towel off, wiped himself as best he could and tossed it aside.

He yanked the door open with a cutting expression directed at whoever stood on the other side.

A second class SOLDIER named Jude Mitchell stood at attention in civilian clothes. "Reporting for duty, Sir!"

Jude was about Cloud's height, possessed a very strong build crowned by a boyish face. Sephiroth slowly dissected everything about him. His freshly washed and gelled hair, his well fitted t-shirt, his slightly loose, yet fashionable jeans, his slip on canvas sneakers, his dogtags ...

Sephiroth found him attractive. Cloud would find him attractive. And the two would be alone all day playing house with his children.

"... SOLDIER," Sephiroth greeted coldly.

"Sir! I brought donuts. I gathered intelligence that confirmed you prefer chocolate filling," Jude held up a bag of delicious confections that totaled roughly one million calories. Sephiroth hated him already.

"Jude, you're a little early!" Cloud called, peeking out under Sephiroth's arm. "Did you find the place alright?"

"Yeah!" He answered, relaxing a little as Cloud appeared. "I gave myself time to find it, but it was pretty easy. I hope you don't mind that I'm here already."

"No, no, we're glad to see you! Just excuse the sweatpants," Cloud reached past Sephiroth and pulling the manny by the elbow to the kitchen. "Come meet our boys!"

Sephiroth watched from afar as Jude was introduced to each child. He made the appropriate ooh's and ahh's, and touched each child on their soft, chubby faces and hands. Cloud pulled Tommy up, the most easiest to hold of all the babies, and settled him into Jude's arms. And like a fickle little traitor, Tommy snuggled against him and even allowed the slimy bastard to start feeding him.

Cloud was well aware of Sephiroth's sudden mood swing, and patted Jude's back. "Will you be alright for a second? Seph just needs some help finding his boots."

"Yeah, we're all fine in here," Jude smiled, consumed with the novel task of feeding an infant.

"Be right back!" Cloud said jovially, but his expression turned to helpless worry as he pulled Sephiroth far into the living room. The shades were already drawn and the sun was flirting with the horizon, creating rosy light. "What is it? Do you not want to go today? You don't have to go today if you're not ready..."

"I have a bad feeling about him," Sephiroth whispered.

"Why?" Cloud pleaded almost silently, his arms folding around Sephiroth's waist. "He's a good person. Flawless record - he's even up for first class promotion in a couple months. Amazing fighter. Loves kids - "

"What a catch," Sephiroth scoffed. "Bet you won't be too tired to get fucked by him."

Cloud froze, utterly baffled. "... I'm gonna give you a chance to retract that statement and apologize to me. Before I get very fucking Nibelheim up in here."

Sephiroth hissed. "Why is he so hot, huh? He's a fucking supermodel. The other ones looked like average dudes."

"You said the other ones were too burly!" Cloud whispered shrilly. "I purposely added a few guys to the roster from my own unit, guys that looked a little more like me to make you happier! Do you honestly think that appearance factored into my decision over who helped me look after our kids? Besides, he's completely straight!"

"Oh bullshit. Like there's a man on Earth who wouldn't go gay for you, Cloud Strife."

Cloud rubbed the bridge of his nose. "... Seph ... You're being irrational. And frankly, a little bit stupid."

Sephiroth was nearly seething. "I don't want them to like him too much. And I don't want you to like him too much."

"I love you," Cloud murmured. "And they love you."

"Hardly," Sephiroth scowled. "They tolerate me because I feed them."

Cloud was schooled in how to handle Sephiroth when he was this way. He let the comments slide off his back and did his best to react with kindness, "How about this? Today at work, go pick up some surveillance cameras from the tech department. Tonight we'll set some nanny cams up and you'll be able to make sure that the mannies are behaving. That's totally normal for a parent to do. You can tune in and watch anytime you want."

"Okay," Sephiroth wouldn't admit how much he liked that idea. It instantly calmed him.

Cloud sensed the relief in his lover's demeanor and hugged him closer. "I'm still a little hurt that you think I'd ever go for someone else. In front of our kids, no less? You are all I want, and all I'll ever need. Don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you," Sephiroth admitted, and desperately tried to regain his composure. "I'm sorry for the outburst. I'm just... a little bit of a mess right now. I'm sorry. Really."

"Talk to me," Cloud murmured, clasping his hands on the other side of Sephiroth's back.

"I want to go back. I need to work. But I also wish..." Sephiroth quickly stopped himself. "Just give me a couple days to get used to this new routine. I'll be fine."

"Everything will be fine," Cloud agreed, smoothing his hands down his lover's back. "... I love our communication these days. A spat like this would have lasted weeks before our boys came along."

"I think we're just too tired to play angry couple games."

"We mastered those games," Cloud's hands tightened into his leather. "I think I like this better, though. A lot better."

Sephiroth leaned down to touch his nose to Cloud's, when a pleasant smell brought both of their heads up. They went back to the kitchen and found that not only did Jude have Tommy in the sling and eating comfortably, he was also preparing their eggs for the morning.

Jude glanced up, "Sirs! I saw the eggs and butter on the counter, I thought I'd help. My dad owns this little breakfast and lunch place out near the Canyon? Mostly just a trucker pit stop, really. He taught me everything about - well, uh, anyways. Hope you like them scrambled, General?"

Feeling more at ease, and frankly sort of appreciative of a sexy guy in his home cooking for him, Sephiroth nodded his approval. "Thank you very much, Mitchell."

Jude's eyes filled with wonder, and he ducked his head shyly. "Sir!"

Sephiroth ate his breakfast quickly while Cloud gave Jude a brief tour of their home. The final minutes ticked away, and the sun crawled it's way up past the horizon until it was time for him to leave. Sephiroth looked towards the nursery, listening closely to ensure that the other men were busy and would not be coming back anytime soon.

Once privacy was confirmed, Sephiroth crouched down to hug each baby and lay a generous amount of gentle kisses on top of their soft, feathery heads.

"Bye guys," He told them once each boy had gotten smothered in affection. Four sets of bright eyes stared back. Sephiroth almost expected one of them to pipe up and suggest he take another few weeks off. Maybe a few years. Maybe forever.

But the only actual response was Lucas spitting up down the front of his tiny shirt. Sephiroth reluctantly left his babies in the kitchen to poke his head into the nursery, where Cloud was showing the new manny where all the different baby care supplies were stored.

"I should be going," Sephiroth said. "Luke made a mess of himself, but I have to leave you with it."

"It's bath time, anyways," Cloud smiled, coming forward to pull his lover to the door.

"Call me if there are any problems."

"Okay," Cloud walked with Sephiroth to the door, while Jude went into the kitchen to unstrap the boys one by one for their morning baths. Once they were away from the manny, Cloud tucked himself into Sephiroth's arms. "... I'll miss you all day."

"I'll leave work at six," Sephiroth said calmly, still trying to prepare himself mentally for the rapidly approaching moment when he had to let Cloud go and walk away from the apartment. "... I'll be home quarter after."

"I know. I'll have some dinner ready for you," Cloud's handsome, young face lit up with the most gorgeous grin at that prospect. "I sound like such a little housewife!"

"You're not a housewife, and you're not little. You're a SOLDIER. You're strong, capable, and you're the father of my... little weirdos. Take care of them," Sephiroth kissed his cheek. "I love you."

Cloud closed his eyes, and when they opened there was hunger there. "I love you, too."

Sephiroth tightened his hands on Cloud's hips, and his long fingers stretched to dig into the curve of Cloud's ass through his sweatpants. "I don't care how tired you are tonight. I'm wrecking this thing one way or another."

Cloud bit his lower lip, and playfully pushed Sephiroth out into the hallway. He didn't speak, but the tilt of his hips and the devilish smile on his face said it all. He then took a step back into their apartment and gently shut the door.

Sephiroth put his hands in his coat pockets, unable to wipe the smile off of his face the whole ride to work.

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

"General!" His secretary gushed, nearly leaping out of her chair when she saw him turn the corner.

He was a few minutes late in finding the new office. It was tucked away on the accounting floor, which was notorious for going millions of gil over budget by the self-indulgent people who ran it. With looming cathedral ceilings, stained glass, marble floors and ancient statues lining the halls, Sephiroth had actually been a little bit intimidated in approaching his own office.

He didn't need all this. Not at all. It disgusted him to think a floor like this really existed in the Shin-Ra building. It felt more like a museum than a place to work.

"Good morning," He answered, relieved to see a familiar face in this decadent setting. "How have you been, Shelly?"

"Awesome! ... I hope you don't mind, but I already peeked inside..." She admitted, grinning wildly as she opened the massive iron door to his new office for him. "How are the little ones?"

"They're disgusting," He answered politely, and tried to keep his face neutral as he walked inside.

The President had been beside himself when Sephiroth had announced his leave, unsure if he was ever going to return. Since Hojo had washed his hands of the entire Promised Land project after Sephiroth's difficulties in Nibelheim, President Shin-Ra felt lost. He had walked on pins and needles around the supernaturally enhanced SOLDIERs without the security of having a medical leash on them. Especially General Sephiroth. He was living proof that the Shin-Ra Electric Company was guilty of child abuse, child labor, conspiracy, embezzlement, unlawful imprisonment, genocide, illegal human experimentation, and every single type of war crime imaginable ...

If there was one person Oprah would come out of retirement to listen to, it was General Sephiroth. He could ruin Shin-Ra in a single half hour interview.

In his fervor to secure Sephiroth's employment at the company, and to maintain his control on his mighty physical power and enormous political influence, he'd constructed a brand new office for him. It was kind of fun to see the President scurrying, but actually walking into the place, Sephiroth almost regretted it.

All of his things had been transferred and organized, but everything else was stylish and ornate. The floors were glistening black marble, the sitting area was utterly posh with spotless white couches it's own little modern chandelier hanging over it, the bookcases were detailed with ancient Wutain carvings, the desk was polished obsidian ...

Sephiroth snorted, unable to fathom how he'd get any work done in an atmosphere more suited to a 18th century palace. "This place is absolutely grotesque."

"I know!" The secretary agreed. "Have you seen my new shit? We got totally upgraded, it's unbelievable!"

He turned in a slow circle to appreciate the place. He then noticed a door. "Where does that go?"

"Check it out," She grinned.

He had a hunch of what it might be, but opened it without expectations for fear of letting himself down. But when he found that he had his own bathroom complete with a sauna, hot tub, showers and a massage table. "... I could cry right now."

"I know!" She gasped. "And we have a new espresso station, and a direct line to the cafeteria, and a there's even a panic room! It's so fucking legit!"

"Well," He declared, straightening his back and turning off his bathroom light. "I'm certain we have a huge mountain of work to get to, so go to your battle station."

"Yes, Sir!" She agreed gleefully, and closed his door behind her.

Once he was alone, and let out one good, but brief spin on the ball of his foot. A little bit of luxe went a long way, but this? This was disgusting in the most beautiful way. He didn't know if he loved it or hated it yet, but was leaning toward the latter.

He settled into his new chair and booted up his computer, still finding little touches here and there, right down to a bowl of gourmet candy. His mouth watered for chocolate and he was glad his phone rang to provide a distraction from temptation. He took a moment to examine the new system before pushing a button to answer through speaker phone. "Yes?"

"Oh! General Sephiroth! You did come in today, after all!" The President's voice filled the air until Sephiroth picked up the receiver.

"Yes Sir."

"I'm positive the new work space is to your liking?" He inferred, smug in the knowledge that he had properly spoiled his Silver General.

"I suppose it'll do," Sephiroth replied with a demure sigh, expertly holding back any hint of sarcasm. "It seems a little more fitting for a General who's made you billions - if not trillions - for you every single year of his employment."

"... You are a very valuable member of my staff, General Sephiroth," The President's voice was already shaking with rage.

"The most valuable," Sephiroth corrected, spinning idly in his new chair. "But General Hewley and General Rhapsodos have been with me every step of the way, and deserve equal share of credit for our successes. With everything that they've contributed to this company, don't you think having them sit in a stock office on the Executive floor is a bit ... Tacky?"

"Are you suggesting they have offices on your new floor?"

"How are we all supposed to communicate with me up here and them down there? It's not practical."

"Your suggestion will be considered," The President growled.

"Consider it a demand, then. I want my fellow Generals up here... within the week. Relocate everyone else on this floor. We'll need the whole thing."

"The whole floor?" The President shouted.

Sephiroth nearly quaked with pleasure. Himself and the other Generals had always dreamed of having a place to hide. Now they'd have a whole fucking floor to themselves. No fat, self serving executives allowed. "Of course. We need office space, We'll need room for our meeting and strategizing, and a sufficient break area. And our poor, overworked secretaries really should have a spa - I heard the media department gets their own spa. But we'll need most of the floor to accommodate a training gym."

"I just built you your own goddamn gym on floor 40! I bet you haven't even set foot in it, yet!"

"But that's not very handy, considering my new office is all the way up here on the new General's floor. I'm assuming it's not too much of a hassle to just move it up here."

"... Sephiroth, you're being a little bit picky." The President gritted, and 'picky' came out sounding a lot like 'cunty'.

"You're being a little bit cheap. If my needs aren't met... I won't be able to do my job properly," Sephiroth smiled, spinning his chair in the opposite direction. "You probably are aware that I have four new additions to my family, and I would relish an early retirement to stay at home with them. I could easily just liquidate every last gil of my assets and stocks in this company and walk. I'm sure your money would be enough to give my boys a decent college education... and their children, and their children's children, and their children's childr - "

"You know I need you, Sephiroth," The President interrupted harshly. "Your demands will be met."

"By Friday."

"... As soon as possible," He shouted. "But you have my word the arrangements will be set in motion immediately."

"Thanks. And speaking of my kids, they'll be in need of a place where they can visit their daddies at work . Cloud's still on the reserve, you know. So leave ample space for a playground up here... I want you to find them a real, antique pirate ship and have it brought to code and customized. With a slide. And four swings. And space inside for them to nap and store toys. And create an aquarium with the scariest, craziest looking fish you can find - and definitely a shark! And a big sandbox. And make sure to attach it to the new gym so Cloud and I can watch them play while we train. I'm sure if you start planning the construction now, it'll be ready for them by the time they're able to walk."

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?"

"They're simple demands, President."

"I expect this to shut you the fuck up forever, Sephiroth," The President roared. "I don't want to hear another goddamn complaint out of you, not until the day I die!"

"You got it, boss. Oh, and could you please remove all of the garish statues on this floor by noon? I don't want them to be there the next time I leave my office," Sephiroth chuckled, and hung up. He wiggled his fingers, feeling adrenaline coursing through his body.

Sephiroth had the power and Shin-Ra had the money. Sephiroth wanted Angeal and Genesis to have the facilities of their dreams. Sephiroth wanted Cloud to have a place to train, and feel comfortable bringing the boys. And he wanted the boys to have... a shark.

Well, the shark was actually for him. There was no harm in indulging in a few childhood dreams of his own.

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

Over the course of the two months that he was away from work, Sephiroth had accumulated over 4,000 emails, had been opted out of 73 missions, had missed 27 meetings, and had neglected the troops of his presence for an estimated 300 hours.

Every email had to be answered. Every mission report had to be read and understood to the smallest detail. Every meeting summary had to be looked at. And he had to make up time with the men and ensure they were fit for the army.

Sephiroth felt like quitting.

In four hours, he managed to hack his way through half of the emails. As it turned out, a good portion of them were 'Get Well Soon' and 'We Miss You' type messages upon the announcement of his personal leave. Then upon news of the boys they turned to 'Congratulations on your little ones!' messages.

He took the time to glance at each one, and composed one massive letter of thanks to all the people who took time to think about him on such a personal level. He explained Aerith's fake story about the creation of he and Cloud's test tube children, and even proudly included a picture of the brats for all to behold.

Once that was done, he took his lunch and was extremely tempted to call Cloud. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he needed to call.

"Hello?" Cloud answered, his voice slightly strained.

"How are things?" Sephiroth replied, chewing on his meal bar.

"Jamie made a biiiig, stinky dookie. And he keeps wanting to hold my hand with his tail, it's so fucking cute and annoying at the same time," Cloud sighed a little bit, gently chastising the baby for being so squirmy. "Luke is sleeping but his diaper is most definitely next. I'm gonna call Aerith later because all of their shit is still smelling like toxic waste and it's freaking me out. But Tom and Zack are in the rocky swings. Jude's washing out the baby bath tubs, they're gonna get another one after they eat again."

Cloud was speaking a new language, but it was one that Sephiroth was well acquainted with. "Want me to talk to Aerith about the shit? I'm going to see her in a little while."

"Yeah, okay. I miss you," Cloud cooed. "I think Jamie misses you, too. Do you miss your daddy, Jamie? Wanna talk to your daddy?"

"No please - "

"Say something to your son!" Cloud cried, sounding far away.

There was a silence that Sephiroth could only assume was Cloud putting the receiver next to Jamie's tiny ear. He rolled his eyes. "... Hi Jamie. Try to make all your dookies while I'm at work. And make sure you guys go to sleep early, because your daddies need some time to play. Spread the word to your brothers... I miss you."

The moment Sephiroth began talking, Cloud held Jamie close to listen to whatever he had to say. He smiled, waiting until Sephiroth was done, and let a pause roll by before responding. "... He heard you."

"Bullshit."

"We were both listening," Cloud resumed diapering the little boy. "How's the office?"

"Ugly," Sephiroth lied. "I'll tell you about it when I get home."

"Can't wait," Cloud said, and the sounds of him shaking powder onto Jamie's butt could be clearly heard. "Have a good day and don't tire yourself out. Feel free to come home whenever you want. Like right now maybe?"

"I'm too important to leave now," Sephiroth told him with a smirk. "... But I'll be home soon. Love you."

Cloud still wasn't quite used to hearing these words come so readily from Sephiroth. He savored it until a strong odor hit his nose and caused him to physically recoil. "Dear God! I gotta go honey, Lucas needs a new diaper before the smoke alarms go off. Love you, too! Bye!"

Cloud kissed into the phone and left Sephiroth with a dial tone. He had a little check up with Aerith that afternoon, but decided to drop in sooner rather than later. He had been sitting all morning and frankly needed to look at something other than a computer screen.

He was a little startled when he walked out of the office and was confronted with absolute chaos. The once tranquil, cathedral-like atmosphere of the floor was now bustling with angry looking accountants carrying boxes out of their offices, and construction workers pacing to and fro, busily making plans.

Sephiroth couldn't contain a grin when he noticed that every single statue had been removed.

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

Aerith's workspace in the Medical labs looked more like a greenhouse. She tried using natural means of cultivating medicine, and most of her funded experiments and research revolved around that. Sephiroth found her speaking to a small cluster of botany students, half of which resembled hippies. A young man with a fashionable afro and yellow tinted frames on his eyes stood a little straighter when Sephiroth entered the room, but the rest of the students remained cavalier and unimpressed with his militant presence.

"Hey, Sephiroth!" Aerith smiled, and continued draining a clear liquid from the stem of an exotic flower. "How are you today?"

"I'm perfectly fine. But the kids have an issue."

Aerith deduced that it was nothing serious from Sephiroth's calm tone, and so finished her extraction. She handed the full syringe to one of her assistants and gave some sort of order in their medical language. The students busied themselves and Aerith guided him to an evaluation room and shut the door.

"Before we talk about the babies, how are you feeling?" She asked. Like a female Mr. Rogers, she removed her gardening labcoat with another one for the purpose of doctoring. "Any discomfort? Any sort of oddness?"

"I'm tired, but that's just new parent stuff," Sephiroth admitted.

"I know it's the last thing you want to do, but can I take one more look underneath to make sure you're all healed up?"

Sephiroth refrained from rolling his eyes. He was spared from the view of his ass being blasted open by five huge eggs, but apparently Cloud and Aerith had been emotionally scarred for life. He supposed the damage was even worse to look at than to feel, and he certainly hadn't squatted over any mirrors to check it out. He wanted to put that horror behind him.

But for the sake of health, he removed his clothes and accepted a paper gown, and submitted to Aerith's gentle prodding.

"You're almost back to normal," She decided.

"Almost?" Sephiroth inquired. "It feels normal to me.'

"There are tissue scars," She clarified, taking off her gloves and covering Sephiroth up. "But I think that will fade with time."

Sephiroth didn't say anything else on the matter, and let Aerith check the rest of his stats. He was healthy.

"I want you to ask me questions if you need to," She said as Sephiroth put his clothes back on. "Anything."

Sephiroth wanted to dismiss the invitation, but there were several things he was wondering about himself that he didn't particularly want to ask in front of Cloud. It was rare to be able to talk to Aerith without Cloud around ... "The answers stay in this room?"

"Of course," She promised.

"I'm only asking this out of pure curiosity: Can I reproduce again?"

There was an odd expression on her face, and it immediately made Sephiroth regret asking. But she spoke professionally, "To be totally honest with you, I don't even know how you did it the first time. Rest assured that you are male, and your body does not produce eggs. Even the estrogen hormone in your system isn't at unnatural levels for a male. But the eggs were just spontaneously... there. And Cloud fertilized them at exactly the right moment. I have no idea if you'll ever do that again. But to give you a complete answer; your uterus is dormant at the present time."

"I prefer the term 'doobie', please."

Aerith smiled, "The doobie is dormant."

Sephiroth crossed his arms. "So let's say in some alternate reality... Cloud wants to fertilize me again. Nothing will happen?"

"You could consider yourself either lucky or unlucky that the very first time Cloud fertilized you, you two achieved reproduction. But with your mysterious anatomy, it's impossible to say if the eggs appeared because Cloud fertilized, or if they were there and Cloud's sperm responded naturally to their presence. The only way to tell is through experimentation, and I really don't think you want to have sex under a microscope to find out."

"You're right," Sephiroth agreed sternly.

"Based on what Jenova communicated to you in the reactor, I'm guessing she has the power to remotely influence your ability to produce eggs. But also based on her... inaccurate prediction... of how many children you would ultimately conceive, I'm guessing her control ends at the time of conception."

"You don't really have much of a life, do you?"

"I'm a student of the natural world," Aerith admitted. "Not to freak you out, but ... My life is pretty much centered around your reproductive system lately. I made fascinating discoveries studying the eggshells! And also from the remains of your daughter. I'm still so, so sorry about that."

"It's alright. She took after her daddy and got donated to science," Sephiroth shrugged. And when Aerith's face split into concern and horror, he had to chuckle. "I'm joking. Cloud sort of forced me to process all of it and ... I'm fine."

"She's being treated with dignity, I assure you," Aerith put her clipboard under her chin. "... Would you like to see?"

"Spare me that," Sephiroth grunted. He was still trying to erase the mental image of the thick fluid inside his unborn daughter's egg. He could vaguely remember parts, tiny clusters of tissue, but couldn't bear to explore the memory. He instead wanted to communicate another issue that he couldn't in front of Cloud. "When you've gotten all you can from studying her, I want her to rest with my mother. I think I'd feel at ease knowing she's close to her... Grandma."

Aerith seemed utterly affected by the request, and all but hugged Sephiroth. "Absolutely! I'll save a small sample, and the rest can be sent to Nibelheim. We can take it there personally if you want."

"I'd like that a lot. When can we go?"

"I'll look into my schedule, but certainly sometime this month would work for me. I'm sure you have a lot of things to catch up on, though..."

"I'll make time," Sephiroth then thought aloud. "Guess she'd be near both grandmas, technically."

"Zack kind of filled me in on that whole situation... So does Cloud's mother know, yet?" Aerith asked.

"No," He said bluntly. "Another question. Do you think there's a permanent solution to my ability to reproduce?"

"We could remove the doobie..." Aerith offered, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of digging around in Sephiroth's body.

He quickly shook his head, "I'd rather not go removing organs. God knows what else that might effect."

"It doesn't have to hinder your sexual expression," Aerith smiled, looking away with an unprofessional hint of shyness. "Just make Cloud wear a condom."

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows in a look of mock boredom, but was glad to have his unspoken question answered. Condoms were a little bit of a hassle, but they weren't so bad. Cloud might even get a kick out of it. He was lost in thought until he remembered his second purpose for being there. "Oh yeah, speaking of bullshit - the boys are crapping constantly. It's like mud and it smells like toxic waste."

Aerith frowned, "Sad tummies? What are you feeding them?"

"Same thing as always," Sephiroth shrugged.

"Oh, there's your problem. The premie formula is way too rich for them now," Aerith waved her hand dismissively. "Switch to regular baby formula right away. I should have thought to tell you guys, I'm sorry. Start feeding them that tonight, and they should feel much better in a day or two."

"Wait..." Sephiroth paused for a long while. "So... they're big enough for regular baby formula, now?"

"Weeks ago," She agreed, writing hurriedly. "But don't worry, I'm sure you didn't hurt them aside from a little discomfort. Are you still bringing them in next week for their checkups?"

Sephiroth was lost in though until he realized he'd been asked a question. "Oh... yeah. Cloud's bringing them in next Wednesday."

"Good! I'll make you guys a chart, so you know at which stages they should be eating which food," She chirped happily. "Before you know it they'll be ready for applesauce! I'll get back with you about the final arrangements for your little girl. Have a great day!"

Sephiroth picked himself up and shuffled out of the lab. Once he was in the elevator, he allowed himself to exhale. He'd managed to hold back tears from the entire session, at the mention of his dead child, at the fact that Cloud's mother didn't even know, at the reality that his mutants had grown so much already. The fact that they needed regular baby formula shouldn't have been such devastating news, but Sephiroth was imaging the day when they'd be eating puree food. Then normal food. And talking. And walking. Playing. Fighting. Expressing themselves.

And Sephiroth realized with dread that he wouldn't be there to see any of it. At least he could fix that much.

With a single tear streaming down his cheek, he repeatedly pressed the elevator floor button for the tech department. He was going to requisition an arsenal of covert monitoring equipment and enough digital memory to record those little mutants for years without stopping. He wanted everything on tape. First words, first steps, fights, failures, triumphs, everything. He would not miss a single important moment.

Maybe someday they could be shared with both grandmas.

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

Sephiroth bought several things at the store on his way home.

The most important was the proper food to give his children. He stood in the aisle for several minutes, reading labels and comparing nutritional content before making his decision. He bought three cans of regular baby formula, and one for sensitive stomachs to ease the transition. He really was tired of changing shitty diapers.

The next item was a box of condoms to have on hand... just in case they did that ever again.

Eh, who was Sephiroth kidding? He loved it.

But according to the length and girth chart on the condom boxes, Cloud required a medium. Seven inches was only a medium? Sephiroth had to check it twice, because he could hardly believe that Cloud's cock, which felt hugeinside him was only considered average. But even though it was somewhat insulting, Sephiroth would gladly offend Cloud's manhood rather than buy him a larger size and have the thing slip off during sex. But then again, Cloud couldn't feel too bad about an organ that had managed to produce four kids in one fell swoop.

The third item Sephiroth bought was a box of icy hot packs, because Genesis had completely destroyed him. After breaking the news about their new work space, they had a celebratory battle on the training floor. Angeal stayed out of it, but Sephiroth had been forced to push every single part of his body to the breaking point.

He did not lose the match, but the victory had cost him dearly. And who else but Zack Fair decided to step up for sloppy seconds? He didn't show Sephiroth the slightest shred of mercy, and had treated him to a huge victory won fair and square. He could get fat, get pregnant, and sit at home for two solid months and still kick the asses of two of the best warriors Shin-Ra had.

But once he was back in the privacy of his office, he was left feeling like a Cadet on his first day of training - reamed. He'd managed to fracture his left hand in several places, but that part of his body was always used to abuse and had managed to knit itself back together by the early evening.

And the last item that Sephiroth purchased on his way home was a carton of sugar free frozen yogurt. He fucking deserved it.

He left the supermarket at half past six, and realized he was already late in getting home to his family. He drove there quickly, and was tremendously excited as he fumbled with his keys at the door. He finally managed to get into the apartment, and went to drop his bags in the kitchen. The post-dinner mess had already been cleaned up.

Sephiroth was startled when he realized he wasn't alone in the room. He was greeted by Tommy, who was resting in his high chair and looking up at Sephiroth with lidded, sleepy eyes.

He scooped the baby out of his high chair and felt his body surge with some kind of unidentified hormone. Just holding his children and listening to them breathe sometimes made him feel this way, a calm euphoria. Tommy didn't usually go for the hair, but in that moment he did.

Sephiroth felt the tug and smiled. "Hi buddy."

He heard Cloud's voice coming from the nursery, and followed the sound. Sephiroth found him laying Lucas down. Jamie and Zacky were already fast asleep.

"Hey you!" Cloud smiled excitedly, but his voice was a faint whisper, "I was just about to lay Tommy down, too. He doesn't need another bath, he was a very clean eater tonight."

"Nice," Sephiroth said, and handed the baby over after carefully extracting his silver hair from Tommy's hand. He watched as Cloud tucked their child into his crib with care, and smoothed his head before backing away like he was a time bomb.

"They had a couple naps today, but Jude kept them up the past couple hours for us," Cloud whispered, pulling Sephiroth out into the hallway and silently closing the nursery door.

"Where is he?"

"I sent him home about twenty minutes ago," Cloud came closer to tuck himself under Sephiroth's arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't get around to making dinner for us, yet. You hungry?"

"Nope," Sephiroth forgot all about his muscle pain, and nearly threw Cloud over his shoulder in his haste to get him to the bedroom. He dropped Cloud onto the mattress and immediately began to peel his clothes off. He was only wearing soccer shorts and a cotton hoodie, but nothing else he'd ever worn felt as good to take off of him. The soft cotton revealed softer skin, and the clingy fabric of his shorts and underwear slipped down his slim thighs easily.

Sephiroth kissed Cloud's stomach, and inhaled the scent of baby powder lingering on his skin. He rubbed his cheek against Cloud's honey blonde pubic hair, before rolling back up on his hands to kiss his mouth. The movement left Sephiroth's ass arched in the air, and Cloud closed his eyes and let his bare feet brush over the inviting curve while his lover's lips rolled against his own.

Cloud trembled, pressing his bare skin against leather. He had so many things to say, to demand... but he let it bleed from his mind as Sephiroth kissed him. It was a feeling that reminded him of being a virgin, a cadet, of being inexperienced and new in the arts of making love. Now Cloud knew everything by the book, but that uniform still felt powerful and hot against his naked body, and he knew it always would.

But as good as leather felt, he knew Sephiroth's burning skin was so much better. "Boots?"

It was the hardest part of Sephiroth's uniform to strip off, and they paused in tasting each other to loosen the metal straps. Once they were off of his legs, Cloud made quick work of Sephiroth's coat and pants. His body felt solid and strong, and Cloud admired it with his fingertips.

"You have bruises all over you," Cloud commented, circling a particularly large one on Sephiroth's ribs that had yet to fade. Somehow the purple marks only enhanced his mass and muscle; they were evidence of hard work.

"I fought," Sephiroth explained simply. He pressed their foreheads together and whispered. "I won."

"Good," Cloud growled, becoming drunk on in the masculinity that Sephiroth exuded. It was a welcome change of pace from the soft and nearly feminine way they both acted around their children. They were still trying to find that balance, but tipping the scales in the complete opposite direction felt amazing and necessary. "We never got a chance to really fight, did we?"

"We will soon," Sephiroth said, kissing across Cloud's jaw. "I'm not letting you get lazy. You're coming to train with me. I want those pounds back on you."

"All it took was four babies to make you finally want to train with me," Cloud grinned. He'd always pestered Sephiroth for lessons or at least a sparring match, but the General had always been too busy, or too aware of how the favoritism would appear. Not even in private would Sephiroth let go and battle Cloud, and it resulted in several huge arguments and an ocean of hurt feelings.

But that was a different period in time. Sephiroth decided to finally be honest, "You know I have a reputation. I'm unbeatable. So I was always a little nervous about facing you... because it just won't be fair."

Cloud rolled his eyes slightly. "I know I'm small, but - "

"No," Sephiroth smiled, laying his body flat against Cloud's. "When we fight, it won't be fair to me. You know all my weak spots. You know spots that even I don't fully know about."

Cloud paused to let that sink in, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips. He ran his fingertips down Sephiroth sides, making him shiver. "Like that?"

"Exactly..." Sephiroth nodded, his eyes clouding over with desire.

"I'm not going to be able to do that in a fight, though," Cloud giggled, running his fingers back up and left a trail of goose bumped skin behind them.

"You'd be surprised what that kind of information can do," Sephiroth purred. "You could ruin my reputation, Cloud. Easily."

Cloud closed his eyes, burying Sephiroth's ridiculous words with kisses. His lover had no reason to flatter him, so he was forced to take them as truth... And it made his body shake with anticipation as he folded his legs around Sephiroth to restlessly offer himself. "Seph... hurry."

"I don't want to hurry," Sephiroth told him, soaking in the sensation of strong legs wrapped around his waist. The smallest movements were making Cloud tremble and the highly responsive, virginal thrill was too sweet to rush. "We've finally got time... I'm gonna do this right."

Cloud groaned in frustration, and it lifted into a drawn out sigh when their lips met again. He framed Sephiroth's face with his hands and enjoyed the silky brush of his hair, every inch of smooth skin, every muscle that was carved from underneath it. Sephiroth's mouth left his, and the soft, plush lips began to move down his neck. They popped against his nipples, hard and sudden enough to make Cloud gasp out in surprise. Sephiroth's eyes met his as he continued kissing his way down, and his lips finally slid over the throbbing vein of his cock.

Cloud's entire body twitched in response. He stifled any sounds he would have made with his hand as Sephiroth's mouth sucked him in, surrounding his most sensitive part in moist, sucking heat. It ended far too soon, and Cloud opened his eyes to watch Sephiroth extend his tongue and run it over his balls, and down below.

He gasped against the back of his hand, not wanting another outburst to be the one to wake their children. He couldn't even imagine stopping.

Sephiroth pushed his thighs back, and let his tongue languidly brush between his ass cheeks. It then nudged into his hole again, hard enough to make it pucker. Sephiroth smiled audibly before driving his tongue inside, his nose pressing against Cloud's balls and inhaling the scent of his arousal dreamily.

Cloud wanted to scream. He reached down with one hand to pull his ass cheek back, opening himself further for Sephiroth's hot tongue. It felt even stronger than fingers, and flicked with far more dexterity. Cloud felt Sephiroth's saliva drip over the curve of his ass, warm and slow against his skin.

"Fuck me with your tongue," Cloud whispered, uncovering his mouth to reach down and push the back of Sephiroth's head closer between his legs.

Sephiroth's head shook ravenously, like some feral animal that was savoring the fruits of a hunt. Then his head came up suddenly, his lips wet and red as he thrust two fingers into Cloud. to occupy the space

"You taste so good," He gasped out, fucking Cloud with his fingers as his eyes burned with green mako fire.

Cloud twisted on the bed to search for lubricant. He had more than enough from Sephiroth's saliva, but knew the man would enter him quicker if the hole was lubed properly. Cloud finally found it and fumbled, pouring way too much on his lower stomach before finally getting some on the target.

Sephiroth tilted his head and rubbed it into Cloud's skin, making him nearly glisten. He liked the sight so much he took the lube from Cloud and squirted nearly the entire thing on his flat, toned stomach. They were both trapped in such a lust crazed state of mind that they didn't even skip a beat before spreading it all over each other with greedy hands.

Cloud reached down to grab at Sephiroth's arms, yanking him close, "Now... do it..."

Sephiroth looked down to watch his slick cock push into Cloud. The sight of Cloud's pink hole swallowing the rigid, curved tip was more than enough to get him off, and he felt his balls literally pulse with the initial waves of orgasm. He was forced to use every ounce of self control, right down to the cellular level.

Sephiroth gradually pushed in all the way before he let out the air he'd been holding. "... So good."

"Been waiting for you," Cloud spoke softly, and his arms stretched out to pull Sephiroth closer.

They shared kiss as Cloud's body enveloped Sephiroth's. Cloud began to move first, easing his hips up and down to create a rhythm between Sephiroth's hard body and the mattress. The General was slow to join, but once he'd gotten a handle on his will power he was able to move inside Cloud without the danger of an abrupt conclusion.

Soon enough it was perfect; just the right amount of slick tension and sharp pleasure. Cloud loved this part, when they let the rest of the world fade back and were consumed only with one another. Cloud knew he couldn't have fallen for a more flawed man, but he was an angel under these soft, intimate circumstances.

Cloud's hand drifted down to his cock, and began stroking to compliment the motions of Sephiroth's hips. A steady slap of firm flesh began to echo through the room as their pleasure began to steadily escalate. Cloud sucked in air with every sharp jab, and swallowed back careless wails of pleasure that built in his throat. The self imposed limitation made him wild, almost as though there were a set of handcuffs on his vocal chords.

Sephiroth could feel every part of Cloud's body tighten and loosen with every quick breath. He would have lasted forever if he could, but knew he had sixty seconds at most before Cloud's beautiful heat milked him of everything. "Cloud..."

Cloud was beyond ready, and pumped himself eagerly. "Give me everything... Fuck me with all of it..."

Sephiroth still held it back, torturing himself to the very last moment before allowing his orgasm to tear through him. His thrusts were fast and slightly erratic, but he didn't allow sensitivity to stop him from reaching in to fuck Cloud deep. With the feeling of Sephiroth's hot release inside of him, Cloud gladly let go.

He bit his lip, angling his cock so he could watch his own fluid spraying Sephiroth's tight stomach. He growled, utterly satisfied when it began to drip down, sliding across the shallow, soft ripple of Sephiroth's abs and pool in his belly button.

Sephiroth slowly pulled out, and his cock was dripping with a thick, foamy coating of semen. He didn't even give Cloud a chance to catch his breath before pulling him closer by the wrist. "Clean it."

Cloud's vision blurred as he opened his mouth to accept Sephiroth's cock down his throat. Tears from a desperately needed orgasm, coupled with complete delight as being so deliciously used sprang to his eyes. He let Sephiroth see them as he sucked his cheeks in tight, swallowing every glob of precious, bitter fluid that he could reach. There was some collected at the base that he was unable to reach, so he let Sephiroth's cock go and instead licked it off, and ducked his head to greedily gobble Sephiroth's balls.

He licked his way back to the tip before purring up at him, "I bet you have lots more in there for me..."

"Uh huh," Sephiroth affirmed, taking his cock and letting it tap against Cloud's outstretched tongue. "You better have more for me, too."

Cloud couldn't have been more turned on; his release had only served to truly awaken the starving teenage hormones bouncing around inside his skull.

His ass had been barely teased at that point... he needed it to be sore, to get properly, thoroughly fucked by the man he respected most in the world. With a long, sharp suck, Cloud bid farewell to Sephiroth's cock and turned around in front of him in the mattress.

He was shameless, and presenting his hungry ass. "Fuck it for real, now. Like you mean it. Make it red."

Glad to accept the challenge, Sephiroth lined himself up and shoved his way inside. Cloud's back arched, not only for viewing pleasure, but to search for that perfect angle. It wasn't hard to find, and it left his ass perked up high and wide for Sephiroth to work against.

Cloud was able to keep mostly silent against the mattress, muffling his own sounds until they were reduced to breathless panting. In some ways that stifled sound was even hotter to listen to than a booming moan. It made Cloud sound helpless, trapped, enraptured ... Sephiroth gave his ass a hard slap and forced that breath to sharpen into a harsh gasp.

"Yes!" Cloud whispered, pushing back against Sephiroth's hips. He peered over his shoulder, and said almost hesitantly. "... Daddy..."

Sephiroth let out a chuckle, and slapped the other cheek. Cloud's eyes lidded, and he bit his soft lips, making Sephiroth almost regret this position. He wanted to kiss Cloud while he owned his tight ass, and he found himself pulling out to push Cloud onto his back.

He sloppily covered Cloud's mouth in kisses, shifting restlessly as he searched to line up their bodies. "I can't even figure out how I wanna fuck you."

"Just do it," Cloud gasped, letting out a moan when he was plunged into. He grabbed onto Sephiroth's shoulders, his fingers digging into muscle as every part of his body was worked over. In his state of lust, he ran his fingers down Sephiroth's back, before he made his hands flat and cupped his firm, shapely ass.

Cloud dared to tease his hole with one finger, and Sephiroth paused. It was like the entire world stood still.

Afraid he'd done something wrong, Cloud quickly moved his hands away. Sephiroth lifted his head, though, blinking down at him. "... You want that?"

Cloud shook his head, "No, it's okay. I was just playing... Keep going..."

"Are you sure?" Sephiroth asked, and resumed moving his rigid cock within Cloud. "... I'd be up for it."

Cloud frowned. "It's too risky. And what if you're not done healing?"

"Only one way to find out," Sephiroth smiled devilishly, and his thrusts picked up speed. "Besides... I got you... Something at the store."

Cloud could easily guess what it was. And the fact that Sephiroth would choose to purchase such a thing meant that he really did want it. Cloud loved to give it, so narrowed his eyes with a smile, "... Let's do it, then."

Sephiroth kissed his mouth once more before pulling out gently. He jogged out to the kitchen to snatch the bags off the counter, and a couple of spoons for the melting frozen yogurt. He brought everything back and pulled out the most necessary item, not letting Cloud have a look at the box before ripping it open and retrieving a single condom.

"Sorry it has to be like this," Sephiroth admitted, hurriedly tearing it open with his teeth.

"I really don't care at this point," Cloud licked his lips eagerly, his eyes roaming over Sephiroth's body. He rolled the condom on easily and went up to his knees and looked down at it. He'd never worn one before. "Does it look silly?"

"Nah. Actually looks kind of kinky on you," Sephiroth smiled, and pulled Cloud closer by the hips. He laid on his side and allowed Cloud to spread his legs, and was glad when hr didn't recoil at the sight of it. Aerith's comment about the scarring made him slightly self conscious, but he wanted to get fucked, not win a butthole beauty pageant so to hell with it.

Cloud squeezed out whatever remained in their wasted tube of lubricant. He pushed a finger inside, watching Sephiroth's face closely for a reaction. "... Okay?"

"It's okay," He nodded. Even through three fingers and a few experimental swipes of his pink tongue, it all felt okay. Maybe even better than before.

Cloud went up on his knees, letting one of Sephiroth's long, slim legs rest on his shoulder. He gently pushed his sheathed cock inside, and his eyes nearly rolled back. "Mm ... It feels just as good with the condom."

"Good..." Sephiroth breathed, his jaw dropping at the sensation of being filled again. It had been a damn long time, and he wondered if it had always felt so fucking good. Cloud began to move his agile hips and built up momentum enough to pound them against Sephiroth's ass. With no babies in his body to consider, Cloud felt much more free to give Sephiroth the rough treatment that they both so enjoyed.

It all ignited some sort of manly instinct in Cloud. It felt fucking amazing to be inside Sephiroth, and those pink scars on his hole were good, they'd been caused by good things. The room next door was filled with those good things. There was nothing negative about any of it.

Cloud didn't know what came over him, but he suddenly found the condom very unnecessary. What was it even there for? Why was there anything separating them? Wouldn't it feel so much cozier without it? How could fucking him raw be bad when it felt so good?

Without hesitation, Cloud pulled out of Sephiroth to slide the condom off. He tossed it to the side and plunged back into Sephiroth's hot body, this time without any sort of pesky barrier. "Oh shit..."

Sephiroth saw it all happen ... But didn't stop it. It didn't even occur to him to stop it. It felt too good... Too right. Fuck, fuck, fuck it was right.

For the next several minutes, Cloud possessed Sephiroth's body. He grabbed, pulled and bit him like an animal. Sephiroth accepted it, loved it, and ended up on the tail end of an amazing climax as Cloud's entire groin pulsed, filling him with hot, sticky...

With a solid punch to his face, Cloud blinked and came back to reality. Sephiroth scrambled backwards, panting furiously. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

Cloud lept from the bed, sucking his bleeding lip between his teeth. "I didn't know!"

"What the fuck do you mean, you didn't know?" Sephiroth whispered hoarsely, snatching up the discarded condom to hurl it at him.

"Why didn't you stop me!" Cloud whispered back shrilly. "Do something! Rinse it out!"

Sephiroth flew into the bathroom and nearly ripped the shower knobs out of the wall to get the water on. He yanked the hand held shower head off the holder and squatted over it, cursing frantically as Cloud's hot semen came out of him like a river. He gripped his hair as he furiously thought back on why he hadn't stopped this from happening. He hoped it was a dream, just some crazy nightmare to wake up from.

... Then it dawned on him.

Cloud was swaying from foot to foot, both hands covering his mouth . "I'm sorry... I don't know why... I didn't... I couldn't have... I wouldn't have..."

"I know," Sephiroth gritted between his teeth, angry but not at Cloud.

"You don't think you're pregnant again?"

"No," Sephiroth declared firmly. "I'm not. I know that I'm not."

Cloud was panting, "How can you know? It only takes a drop of... boy stuff! I learned that in health class!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cloud. I know what it feels like to be... infested. I'm not infested. But I guess... someone wanted us to try."

"What happened to us?"

"Well, Cloud..." Sephiroth announced as he finally decided his ass was completely free of Cloud's boy stuff. "I'm pretty sure we just got a visit from my mom."

"... She's a dead fish, Sephiroth," Cloud whispered, his blue eyes jumping around the room for any signs that Sephiroth's creepy alien mother had slithered into their apartment somehow.

"She is not a fish," Sephiroth said for the hundredth time. "And she's not dead. It's gonna sound odd, but... I think she influenced our behavior us just now."

Cloud didn't seem entirely convinced, but his hands slowly covered his genitalia. "She watches us have sex?"

"I don't think she watches. I think she just wants... More..." Sephiroth suddenly felt sick. He was glad he was already squatting, because it was easy to duck his head between his knees. He agreed to stand back and let their race inherit the planet Earth... He did not agree to become a fucking queen bee and churn them out continuously like an egg factory.

He couldn't go through that again. He wouldn't.

Sephiroth dry heaved, and it sounded like something between a sob and a laugh.

Cloud approached the bathtub. He stepped in to sit beside Sephiroth, turning the dials to fill the tub with hot water. He then put his arms around his lover, rubbing his back in soothing circles. "... Promise not to punch me again?"

"Sure," Sephiroth grunted.

"That was like, the best sex ever," Cloud let out a silly snort. "And you're not knocked up again, so it's win win as far as I'm concerned!"

Sephiroth brought his head up and grinned. He made a loose fist and gave Cloud a gentle bop in the jaw. "Well, that won't be happening again. I'll have a little chit chat with my mom soon enough."

"What do you mean? You're going to Nibelheim?"

"Yeah."

"Since when?"

"There's a lot of stuff I need to talk to you about."

"Talking?" Cloud groaned, and stretched out as the hot water began to gain height in the tub. "I just wanna relax. Maybe fuck again with you on top."

"In a minute. I saw Aerith today..."

A/N

1 - MPREG!

2 - But let me calm any doubts. I won't throw a lame curve ball like LOL SEPH'S PREGNANNERS RIGHT AWAY AGAIN LOLOL. He's really not pregnant. There's a reason it happened, though. That's what "next chapters" are for, clearing up these sort of things. But I wanted you to rest assured that there are no sudden, truly unwanted babies. I am positive that they would not be as well received as the current litter. Like omg, Cloud would throw Seph down the nearest flight of stairs.

2 - True facts, my dad had two baby sharks when I was a little kid. They weren't much bigger than the size of a normal fish of course, there was a pinkish one and a blue one. I have no idea about fish genders, but I'm comfortable saying the pink one was a girl and the blue one was a boy. I'd put my nose on the tank and look in at them, and they wouldn't react much. But then, out of NOWHERE'S VILLE, the pink one would RAM the glass with her FACE. Like seriously, this bitch would shoot to the back of the tank and full steam ahead SLAM into the glass. It was fucking weird, and my mom always like, attempted to calm the fish, "Hey, settle down in that water!" How do you CALM a CRAZY FISH? Anyways, the pink one's eyes fell out from all the glass ramming. She outlived the blue one though, I'm pretty sure. True, sordid facts.