Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ Doesn�t Make Sense ( Chapter 4 )

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Family
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
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W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. We are letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

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Cahpter 4: Doesn't Make Sense

Fighting down the butterflies that suddenly appeared in his stomach, the young boy tried to appear as nonchalant as possible by walking calmly up to Sephiroth, though he kept his head slightly lowered. He didn't want the older man to see the hurt in his eyes.

Stopping just inches away from the black leather clad figure, Cloud quietly asked, “What can I do for you, General?”

Ouch! Sephiroth cringed inwardly at the cold, formal greeting. The boy wasn't going to make this easy.

“I wanted to talk with you cadet, but it seems that I've caught you at a bad moment. Maybe some other time then? Good day.” He was half way down the hall, preparing to turn the corner, before Cloud stopped him.

“No, we can talk now,” he called, holding open the door to his room, wanting to hear whatever it was Sephiroth had to say in private. Sephiroth walked back slowly, barely managing to suppress the smile that he felt forming on his lips.

Once inside the boy's room, the overpowering scent of arousal hit the General, the vanilla aroma invading his keen sense of smell, causing him to nearly stumble from the stimuli overload that suddenly took place in his head.

Vivid images of him taking Cloud flashed rapidly through his mind. The echoing of Cloud's hoarse voice, screaming out his name in the height of their passion, came to the forefront. And as Sephiroth remembered making his vow of never letting the boy go, he felt himself being pulled under a sea of unidentifiable emotions.

The last thing his saw before passing out was his young love running toward him.

Cloud didn't know what to think when he turned around just in time to see Sephiroth's towering form pitch forward. He ran forward, arms outstretched, instincts taking over in his bid to catch the General, knowing even before he moved that he wouldn't be able to stop him in time, but it didn't matter.

He ended up sprawled out beneath Sephiroth. At least he had cushioned his fall.

But now, in a word, Cloud was stuck. The General was just dead weight on top of him. And although he tried to move him, Sephiroth was just too heavy to push off. There was nothing else that he could do for the moment, except smile in secret appreciation of once again being under his one-time lover.

His eyes noticed a light blanket hanging off the edge of the sofa, and he reached for it. Finally, after several struggling attempts to reach it, Cloud managed to snag the blanket between his fingers, and pulled it down towards himself.

Twenty minutes later, he had managed to cover himself and Sephiroth with the warm material to keep away the draft.

Glowing azure orbs closed, as Cloud let Sephiroth's heart beat lull him to sleep.

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How could I have been so careless as to let the boy get impregnated by one of the other low ranking classes? Hojo thought angrily to himself. It was too early to do a paternity test to find out the identity of which damn idiot it was that had ruined his test subject.

But as soon as Hojo found out the name of the man who had taken liberties with the boy, he would have him killed. Strife was one of kind. He wasn't to be passed around like candy.

Hojo took his glasses off, rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was becoming irrational, and he knew it.

But maybe there was still a way to salvage this goddamn mess. He just needed to be calm to think clearly. Hojo inhaled deeply, holding the air deep within his lungs for as long as he could, before releasing his pent up anger with his breath.

He continued to do this several times, until he felt his mind could function again without negative thoughts and irrationality fogging his reasoning. He rested his forehead on the tips of his fingers, and let his brain do its deductive work.

If his calculations were correct, Strife was a little more than four weeks gone, which meant that he must have screwed around with someone when he went out drinking that night with the General and his second.

The professor shook his head. He knew that neither one of them would have allowed Cloud to leave with some stranger. So the only logical answer was that Zack, the SOLDIER 1st Class, was the man who had taken his pleasure with the young boy's body on that night out.

Hojo knew without a doubt, that Sephiroth could not be the sire. The Mako in Sephiroth's sperm was concentrated enough to cause Mako poisoning to any partner he ejaculated into, thus putting them in danger of falling seriously ill or dying a most painful death after the sexual act.

This was one reason why Sephiroth shielded himself away from being intimate with anyone. His last lover, a young woman, had died a few hours after they had made love. Hojo had told Sephiroth of the risks if he got involved with a female with no resistance to the Mako but he wouldn't listen—Sephiroth had been nineteen at the time.

He suspected at one point that Sephiroth and Zack might have had a thing going on, but, seeing that the young dark haired man was still alive meant one of two things, either Zack was not on the bottom, or they really were just friends, as they claimed to be.

As time had passed, Hojo accepted the latter, the simple reason being that Sephiroth was too domineering to be somebody's bitch, especially to someone like Zack. The SOLDIER 1st Class was loud every now and then, and flirted with anyone who would give him the time of day.

Thinking of Zack brought Hojo's thoughts back to the problem of the father of Strife's unborn child. He was going to have to monitor Zack's interaction with the blonde. Still, at least it wasn't a complete loss. The SOLDIER was third to Sephiroth, with Strife being a very close second—very close indeed.

So it wasn't as if the boy had gotten pregnant by some low-life after all. Not the man who Hojo had originally intended, but not a bad second choice either.

Strife was still young, just barely reaching sexual maturity. If anything, the boy should be bed hopping like crazy, which was why he was being kept away from the male cadets and SOLDIERS. And since there were almost no females in the complex, Hojo didn't have to worry about any strange entanglements there, or any unplanned pregnancies that he couldn't observe. It was probably better that things turned out the way that they did.

Hojo retrieved his file and scribbled some notes, then tossed the folder back into the filing cabinet behind his wall panel.

Nothing more could be done, except wait until the boy was further along.

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A/N: It's getting good. I'm wondering what's going to happen now, now that Cloud and Sephiroth are some what together? Zack is being watched. That can't be good. And do you think Hojo is planning something else involving Zack? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

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“Cloud, please, you have to understand… I have to go to work.”

“Then go! I'm not stopping you!”