The Experiment

Authors: Yahnkehy and The Prince's Jewel

Notes: This is a collaboration fanfic, not role-play, per se, but similar being as it is a joint effort.

Genre: Final Fantasy VII, post AC, post DoC

Spoilers: Possibly a few, but mostly just mentions of major happenings in the original FF7 game, some for Advent Children.

Warnings: Uniquely done MPREG *ducks rotten tomatoes*, angst, broken Cloud, pissy Reno, slight OOC, hurt/comfort, yaoi, kissing, brat.

Pairing: Cloud x Reno

Disclaimer: Not mine; there'd be more yaoi if it was.

Chapter 16: The Road To Hell

Mamma had gone back to her house, leaving Cloud in Reno's care. Cloud didn't mind too much. The redhead still seemed to think that Cloud belonged to him, but he could remember enough now to know that he'd never been owned. Well, maybe by Shinra, but he'd got the last laugh on his old man, hadn't he? He wasn't Shinra's anymore, Shinra was his!

Reno didn't have enough hair. Cloud frowned down at his drawing, then set about coloring in more red so that Reno would have enough hair. There. Now the hair was long enough. He put the red crayon down and picked up a black one, since Tempest's hair didn't have that one spike right… there! He set the drawing aside, and picked up a new sheet from the pages in front of him.

He skimmed the page rapidly, but the idea on it had no good merit for his company or repairing the damages done to the planet. He drew Sephiroth on this sheet, giggling a little at how his oldest brother would have screamed at being a crayon-stick figure. At least he got the cape and shoulder pads sorta right. Masamune was easy, a really long silver line clutched by a pink circle at the end of a stick arm.

He shot a glance at the bedroom door when his snack alarm went off, but Reno didn't appear. He was probably still sleeping, since Cloud and Tempest had ganged up on him to wear him out. Was okay. They'd go swimming when Reno woke up. Cloud put his crayons down and went to see what was in the mini-fridge. This was his… uh-oh. Which snack was he supposed to have?

Protein, child.

Thanks, Mama! He peered in, but there wasn't any meat, or cheese, or milk. But, Reno had milk. Maybe he could get some from him? Or was Reno a her? Then again, it really didn't matter. Reno had milk, and he was supposed to have a protein snack.

Cloud padded into the bedroom. Tempest was asleep in her crib. Reno was sprawled on his back, legs tangled in the blanket, shorty skirt flipped up, blouse unbuttoned. Cloud tipped his head. Jackpot! Milk!

Which kind are you having?

Eh? His Mama provided him a couple memories to explain. Cloud pursed his lips. Shouldn't take Tempie's milk. That's stealing. So I guess the other milk. Mama didn't answer him, so he crawled up on the bed, careful not to wake Reno. Reno needed his nap; Cloud didn't want to wake him up just for a snack he should be able to get for himself.

It took him a minute to get himself all arranged so that he could get his drink without waking Reno up or being all uncomfortable, but he finally got his mouth around the spout and started sucking. The memories he needed to know what to do floated to the top of his mind, and he set to work diligently. He wanted his snack!

Ocean eyes snapped open as soon as the mouth wrapped around him. Reno slowly lifted his head to peer curiously down at the top of Cloud's head. Since Sheila had left, it had become more apparent that Cloud was more of a child than a man. So waking up to find Cloud sucking his dick was a bit of a turn off.

"What are you doing, baby?" He leaned up on his elbows and tried not to notice that, while the hot mouth around him was attached to the mentality of a small child, Cloud hadn't lost anything when it came to skill. "Cloudy?" Reno questioned again, mouth pulled tight to keep himself in check. "I don't—hnn, think ya need to d-do that."

Cloud's answer was to suck him deep and hum, while somehow managing that one trick he had with his tongue. He wanted his snack, dammit! Stupid Reno, waking up before he got it, and wanting to talk. He didn't want to talk, he wanted to eat. Er, drink, then.

"Cloud, d-ooh, don't, don't… Cloud, s-stop," Reno hissed and tipped his head back, gritting his teeth and fisting his hands; it wasn't right that Cloud could still do the things with his mouth that he did without having the right frame of mind. It sucked.

Soon enough slim hips twitched and rose to meet that devilishly talented mouth, against Reno's better judgment. A week was a long time for the redhead to go without any kind of sex and this was Cloud! "N-no, C-Cloud, don't… don't…. s-stop!" His eyes snapped open and hands fisted in the sheets; that familiar tingle puddled in his lower belly and Reno's grip faltered. A hand shot down and fisted in golden spikes to hold that mouth down around his erection as he spilled his release into the blonde's throat with an inarticulate cry.

Reno fell back against the bed, panting and sucking in deep breaths, a hand covering his face as the guilt sunk in. "Sorry, Cloud," he panted, swallowing to renew moisture in his mouth, "I told ya to stop."

Cloud swallowed, and pulled away. He eyed the last few drops wistfully, but Reno was mad… or unhappy? He shot a quick look at the redhead's face, deciding it was both. "Sorry," he whispered, and scrambled off the bed. He locked himself in the bathroom. Mama, that was bad.

I guess it was. Mama sounded puzzled. I don't understand why, though. Your memories clearly show that he has eagerly enjoyed and participated in that type of milking before.

I won't do it to him again, Cloud sulked. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, and stomped out of the bathroom to see if there was any chance he'd missed something to eat in the fridge. "I'm hungry!" he whined petulantly when he found he'd been right and there was nothing to eat.

When the whine echoed through the suite, Reno lifted his head and adjusted his skirt back down over his thighs. He looked over to make sure Tempest hadn't woken up and found her staring at him with an expression of curiosity. She hadn't started crying or babbling at him, she just looked at him as if confused. "Shit," Reno grumbled and got up.

He was still tired and now sated with a healthy dose of guilt to top it off. Reno picked Tempest up out of the crib and headed into the main part of the suite. "Okay, okay, I'll call down and get some food for ya," he said and put an eerily quiet Tempest down in her playpen for long enough to call down and order something that was Mamma approved.

That done, he picked Tempest up and took her to the couch to feed her. "So, wanna tell me why you did that, Cloud? I'm not mad, I just don't understand why you did it. I thought you were… I thought that sort of thing wasn't something you liked doing anymore."

Cloud gave Reno a dirty look. "You didn't give me my snack. And there's no food!" There was no doubt that the blond was whining. "And it's protein, so that means cheesey or milks or meats, and there wasn't none! But you have milk, and I wanted my snack, but I won't steal Tempie's milk so I went for the boy milk. And you was mean."

Tempest popped off Reno's breast. "Un-Da has boy milk? Me try boy milk! Un-Da give Tempess boy milk!"

Reno's face went from its usual pale tan to brilliant red in half a second; rivaling his hair for color. He sputtered first at Cloud and then turned bulging eyes to his daughter. "No! Gah, Tempest, no!" That one had to be dealt with immediately. "Boy milk is never good for little girls, you hear me, young lady!" Oh god, he sounded like his mother.

"And you; where did you get the idea that you had to do… that in order to have your snack? You couldn't wake me up and tell me you were hungry?" Reno's face flamed brighter as Tempest started tugging on his skirt. "Oh hell no, ya little brat! That is not for you!"

"Why not?" Cloud demanded. "If I can has the boy milk, Tempie can, too! 'sides, you needed naptime, you said so, and not to wake you up!"

The blush deepened until Reno's face was nearly purple with embarrassment. "That is for adult stuff, not babies. And neither of you are old enough for that kind of milk. It can make you sick; it's dangerous for little kids!" And Reno decided right then and there that he was an idiot. Cloud wasn't a kid even though he was.

"If you won't believe me, then ask Mamma. She'll—Tempest! I said no!" Reno pulled her hand off of the hem of his skirt and smacked her fingers with just enough pressure to make sure she knew he meant business. "You ask Mamma and I'm positive that she's going to tell you that little kids don't need that kind of milk."

Cloud scowled. "I'm bigger'n you! Not a little kid. Can have it if I want to!" And he reached for Reno's skirt.

Tempest clapped her hands. This was almost as fun as when Un-Da and Ah-Da wrestled. Reno yelped and hurried to set Tempest on the floor so that he'd have two hands to fight Cloud off. "Cloud, I said no. Stop!" He swatted Cloud's hands away and scooted to the end of the couch away from the blonde.

"But I'm hungry!" the blond whined. "Wants boy milk! It tastes good!"

"But that's not food," Reno whimpered, scrubbing his hands over his face while he tried to figure out how to explain it so that Cloud would understand but Tempest wouldn't. "That is for sex, Cloud, not food. Yeah, you can drink it, but it's caused by—" a knock sounded at the door, announcing that the food had come, "Oh thank god," he muttered and all but leaped from the couch, hurrying over to the door and yanking the cart in before shoving money at the man and slamming the door. There was no way in hell he'd take the chance that Cloud would say something to embarrass the shit out of him in front of the waiter.

"Tempess no likes sex!" Tempest exclaimed just before the door shut. "Sex bad!"

"Yeah, sex bad!" Cloud chimed in, then looked puzzled. "No, sex is fun," he corrected the baby. "Tastes good, too."

"Rweely?"

"Uh-hu."

"Tempess want boy milk and sex." She glared at her mother. "Un-Da give to Tempess!"

"NO!" Reno roared, falling back against the door. "Tempest is never having sex! Ever! You hear me?!"

He glared at Cloud and straightened, shoving the cart over to the table. "Stop encouraging her, damnit! She's not even a year and a half old yet, she shouldn't even know the word 'sex' much less be asking for it! What the hell's…" Reno realized what he was about to say and stopped, sighing heavily.

"Cloud, come eat your food. Tempest is going to have breast milk and then we're all going down to the pool to play in the water. No more talk about sex; my heart can't take it."

Cloud looked at him with huge eyes, and burst into tears. The blond grabbed the blanket on the couch, crawled under the coffee table, and hid under the blanket.

"Bad Un-Da! Scared Ah-Da!" Tempest's bottom lip quivered, then she too burst into noisy wailing.

Reno plunked down into one of the dining room table chairs and propped his elbows on the table, his head in his hands. This was more than he had signed up for. He'd thought it would be fairly easy to handle Tempest and Cloud since they were on the same wavelength, but this was too much.

No, he was a Turk, damnit. This shit was just another fucked up assignment and he had to see it to the end; Turks don't quit. Reno shoved himself to his feet and stalked over to the sink, made a bottle for Tempest, grabbed the bottle of scotch he'd bought back when they'd first come to the city, and stalked into the living room.

"You, little missy, are going to be bottle fed only from now on. Cloud, I'm sorry I scared you. Go eat your snack." He didn't bother to crouch down beside the coffee table or tug the blanket off of Cloud's head to talk to him. Instead, he sat down on the couch, put Tempest's bottle on the table, crossed his legs and cracked the seal on the scotch.