Hey there... During christmas I was a bit bored and wrote a mini-fic. Hope you like it ^^

Many many thanks to Chephren for the wonderful betaing!

Disclaimer: Don´t own.

Chapter 1

"What do you have to say about this?"

The deep, sharp voice boomed through the dimly lit living room of a beautiful suburban house with a red roof, green windows and lots of colourful flowers on the front garden. Right now, the atmosphere seeping through the dark, little house was neither beautiful nor colourful. It was rather dark and choking.

Vincent´s eyes coolly sized up his two boys sitting on the couch in front of him. His voice was brimming with withheld agitation, with disappointment and a fair amount of shock.

Sephiroth just kept wordlessly staring at his father, eyes narrowed, almost angry it seemed, but he obviously refused to answer. Yazoo furtively threw his older brother a quick glance to see how he was faring and kept expressionlessly quiet as well, but instead of facing Vincent head-on, he lowered his gaze to the carpet.

"What, cat got your tongue?" their father snapped, hands balling into fists, before he couldn´t help himself anymore and shouted, eyes furious „Answer me!"

Yazoo flinched, but kept staring down with his head tilted. Sephiroth pressed his mouth into a thin line, eyes narrowing further, but he held his father´s fretful gaze.

Lucrecia stood beside the chair Vincent was sitting in, watching them. She seemed just as much at a loss of what to do as her husband, if her nervous, shaking movements and distraught, pale face gave any indication, but she laid a trembling hand on his shoulder nonetheless, trying to calm him down.

They had raised their children for 16, and respectively 14 years now, and they thought they had done a pretty good job, until they came home tonight earlier from their play and found the two of them in Sephiroth´s room...

"Have you ever seen something so awful?" she laughed, as she re-adjusted the red scarf over her bare shoulders the dress left naked, and silently opened the door.

"Hardly, but what else did you expect from a 'Modern Interpretation of Loveless'?" Vincent snorted, the corners of his lips quirking up into an ironic smile as he followed his wife into the dark house.

She chuckled, placing the keys onto the living room table and went to the kitchen to see if the boys had eaten the meal she had prepared for them before she and her husband had left. The very unstable looking tower of dirty dishes piling up in the sink at least told her wryly that they had enjoyed their spaghetti indeed.

"I´m sure they just meant well. It was sweet of them to get us the tickets so we could have a night out, wasn´t it? Maybe we´re just too old..."

"Maybe we really are," Vincent muttered with a frown, wondering how much younger than 33 one had to be to be able to endure the three and a half hour whining on stage. He pulled her into an embrace from behind, kissing her cheek. She was right though, it had been a nice gesture of their kids to get the tickets so they could spend a nice evening out together. With four pubescending boys (Kadaj was still a bit away from puberty, but it didn´t deter him from throwing redfaced fits nonetheless, so he could very well be counted into this category as well) there surely wasn´t much alone time for the two of them...

Lucrecia smiled, turning her head towards her husband and purring, "Then lets just get some red wine and watch a nice movie on the couch like old people. But first, let me just quickly check on the boys."

"Sounds like a very good idea, I´ll get the anti-rheumatic blankets," the man hummed, and let his hand be taken, as they silently made their way up to the first floor where the boys´ rooms lay all on the left side.

Kadaj was lying in a mess of sheets and limbs and toys, evenly breathing with his stuffed elephant in his arm. Lucrecia took a moment to sit on his bed and pull the blanket back over his exposed belly. Kadaj just sighed and drew Benjamin (as he had dubbed the elephant) closer. She would have to tell him tomorrow to clean his room, since it was nearly impossible to find a spot to walk on the floor that was littered with Lego bricks, toy soldiers and some unidentifiable stuff with which Kadaj had 'tinkered.' With another charmed smile, Lucrecia stroked over the boy´s messy hair and then went back to her husband, who leaned in the door frame.

Opposite Kadaj was Loz´ room, who -upon quietly opening the door- snored at them rather noisily, drawing an amused smile from the two. His room didn´t look much different from his little brother´s , just that the stuff that was lying on the floor were not toys but piles of clothes, motorcycle magazines and the one or other piece of machinery. A faint smell of gasoline swept out of the dark room, making Lucrecia wrinkle her nose a bit. If Loz hadn´t been so talented with repairing stuff, she would have put a stop to his obsession long ago, but as it turned out, Vincent´s fingers were all thumbs when it came to repairing the gutter, or the vaccum cleaner...

Quietly they went down the corridor into Yazoo´s room, just to find the bed empty. It did look untouched as well, but the majority of his room did. Their second youngest didn´t own much at first sight, it seemed; apart from the immaculately made bed, a desk and a shelf with carefully arranged discs there wasn´t much. Well, and the computer sitting at his desk. Lucrecia had no idea what he did in front of it all day, but he looked busy, absorbed and happy, so she let him be. "Maybe he´s still with Seph," Lucrecia whispered, as she closed the door.

"I told him to go to bed at 9," Vincent frowned, looking at his watch where it was clearly half past nine.

She just lay a hand on his broad chest. "Don´t be so strict with them, dear, it´s Friday."

He sighed, after a moment, kissing her forehead "You are right," he muttered. "But I´ll still have a word with them about it tomorrow. I didn´t go through all the hardship of raising them properly so that Sephiroth can undermine my authority behind my back now. How does that make me look..."

"Like the bad guy?" she offered.

"Exactly," he agreed, slightly incredulous.

Lucrecia just smiled, finding it quite adorable when her husband tried to play the strict, authoritative father with principles when secretly, he had spoiled them even more than she did.

"You should be glad that they get along so well, you know. That´s not a given, and actually, I am quite happy that we are spared all the fighting." Lucrecia pointed out with a lifted brow, as she tiptoed towards her oldest´s room at the end of the corridor. Not that the boys didn´t have fights, of course they had, but they were rare and short, albeit intense. Usually however, they got along rather well. Kadaj´s antics were endured with a stoic patience Lucrecia sometimes wished she had herself. They took responsibility and looked out for each other, and the lack of testosterone-driven sibling rivalry might have also stemmed from the fact that all of them partook in some kind of bodily exercise. They all did the one or other form of martial arts that gave them enough opportunity to vent their energy and anger on, so they kept it out of the house and away from the family.

"Good point," Vincent muttered, startling her out of her reverie. Before Sephiroth´s door, she stepped aside to give Vincent the advantage, since he had declared that he´d be dealing with it. There was a soft light shining from underneath the door into the corridor, indicating that the boys were still up. At least they were quiet so they wouldn´t disturb their brothers' sleep, Vincent noticed with satisfaction and a bit of pride. He truly did love his family, they were everything he lived and worked for and they filled him with an all-encompassing bubling happiness and pride he had never thought possible. Of course, it wasn´t always all sunshine and rainbows, there were problems and trouble as well every now and then, like in every family. Discussions about bed-time extensions, pocket money, what TV program should be watched – the usual stuff. But his boys were good at school, had nice, polite friends and were ambitious and well-behaved.

With a last, mockingly despaired look that was answered by a soft amused push, Vincent pressed the door handle down, poking his head inside and rose his brow as he said wryly into the room,

"Good evening boys, your mother and I are back earlier and it is way past your bedti-"

He abruptly stopped, his jaw slacking an eyes widening at the sight before him. Behind him, Lucrecia shrieked and jumped in surprise, clasping her hand before her mouth.

Sephiroth and Yazoo looked back at him from the bed, just as surprised and shocked, but at least the older had the presence of mind to quickly draw the blanket around their naked bodies.

"What. The. Hell?!" Vincent stepped into the room, opening the door fully now, still staring incredulously at his two children, their faces flushed, their skin sweaty. Yazoo was lying on his back, legs wrapped around his brother who loomed over him, but was sitting up now as he wordlessly looked back at their father.

"This is not what you think-" he started, but was silenced as Vincent grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and a package of condoms, eyes widening even more, brows knitting.

"And what is this then?!" He threw the bottle at the two of them, feeling numb and sick and totally overwhelmed. Was this for real?! It felt like a really, really bad nightmare, and he wasn´t sure what he was doing, or what he was supposed to say or how to react. He was freezing and burning up at the same time and he stood there in the room, feeling utterly helpless and lost. Lost for words, lost for a way of how to react...

Lucrecia had pressed a hand before her mouth, but she caught herself faster than her husband and children did.

"Vincent..." she said hoarsely, grabbing his arm, but he pushed her away. Tears were running down her face unnoticed, and she wiped them away, turning towards her two boys, saying in a flat, but more steady tone, "Get dressed. We´ll await you downstairs, you have five minutes."

Then she pulled her petrified husband out of the room, giving them a moment to acclimate and get dressed.

And here they were now, in the almost dark living room, with the old grandfather clock ticking loudly and nerve-wrackingly. As if they weren´t on edge already...

Yazoo was dressed in a fluffy blue robe that actually belonged to Sephiroth and was too big for him. His hair was still disheveled, and a red hickey was mockingly winking at them from his exposed white neck. Lucrecia would have given far more than two pennies for his thoughts right now, but he avoided her gaze, and seemed just as impassive and quiet as he always did. He´d never been much of a talker, never prying for attention. He left the stage to his brothers, usually quietly watching from the background, keeping his thoughts to himself. A dreamer he was, a thoughtful child that would have faded in the presence of his brothers if it wasn´t for his exceptional beauty. Despite his frail appearance however, he knew what he wanted and how to get it and was not above getting smug or snappy when he felt like it. Right now, however, he only looked uncomfortable and maybe a bit contrite.

Sephiroth looked just as regal and noble as always. He was strong-willed and maybe even a bit arrogant, but in a calm, level-headed way. Always rational but polite and that was what made him quite popular. Now, however, he looked almost stubborn and very distanced. Maybe he didn´t know what to say this time, how to rationalise or explain what he and Yazoo had been doing. Also he struck Lucrecia to be a bit truculent at the moment. Actually, he looked pretty much like Vincent right now.

"How long has this been going on? Was this the first time?" Vincent kept questioning, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tense.

The boys remained silent. Lucrecia suspected that Yazoo was just following Sephiroth's example, leaving it to his brother to deal with this mess.

Tiredly, she massaged her temple. "This isn´t going anywhere. Maybe we should just go to bed for today and talk about this tomorrow." She shook her head. "I am very disappointed in you."

Vincent didn´t object, he was busy keeping up his staring contest with his oldest son. "Get out of my sight," he bitterly ordered after a moment of tense silence, and synchronously, the two stood up to leave. "And go to your own rooms. I will come check on you," their father growled as an after thought, watching the two of them leaving the room and going upstairs.

Miserable, Vincent sank back in his chair, covering his eyes. Lucrecia sat down on the armrest, drawing him into a weak embrace and so they sat for at least ten minutes before Vincent got up as well to make sure that their wasn´t anymore incest going on under his roof.

*

Sephiroth´s eyes quickly flickered towards the stairs to make sure that they weren´t followed immediately, before he turned towards Yazoo, who was leaning against the door of his room, arms crossed over his chest, giving the general impression of resignation. The elder reached out to slowly stroke over his cheek down to his angular chin, the smaller boy closing his huge eyes and leaning into the touch.

"It´ll be all right." It sounded very confident and definite, like everything Sephiroth said. There was no remorse, regret or guilt in his voice, just grim determination, and it did put Yazoo´s worries to rest, at least for a bit. His brother would take care of this, he always did. "Go to bed now. Don´t tell them anything. I will sort this out."

An intense, ordering look followed, and the younger just nodded, withdrawing and turning to go into his room.

Sephiroth remained before the closed door for another moment, before he turned as well.

"What´s going on?" Loz sleepily poked his head into the corridor, but his brother sent him back with a "Nothing. Go back to sleep," and Loz tiredly obliged, frowning though. Sephiroth looked kind of stressed... Then he just shrugged it off, however, yawning and shuffling back to bed.

The eldest went to his room as well, leaning against the door with closed eyes for a moment, before he pushed himself up again to change the bedsheets.

He hadn´t laid down for more than two minutes when he heard the door open again, but since he faced the wall, he couldn´t see if it was his mother or father. He just pulled the blanket closer over his shoulder and after a moment, the door closed again.

tbc?

So what do you think? Worth continuing?