Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ The Calm ( Chapter 7 )

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Family
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
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Chapter 7: The Calm

Cloud didn't comprehend why he was being reassigned to combat training, being allowed back out into the community. He knew there had to be a catch, but for now, he didn't care. He would be having some semblance of freedom returned, just so long as he kept to his scheduled appointments with the professor.

And if that was the small price to pay, then he would gladly pay it, with interest.

However, the only downside to returning to training was that he had to work once again alongside the idiotic jerks that were responsible for giving him a hard time, before he had left to go work in the lab. He knew facing them wasn't going to be easy. But he was determined not to let them get to him.

At least his first day back wouldn't be too hard to bear, for he was starting off in one of Zack's classes.

Cloud entered the training room with his sword strapped to his back as required. Trying to be incognito, he stayed near the far end of the room, waiting for his friend to show up and begin the session. He huddled close to the wall, not taking any notice of the group of young men that had suddenly begun talking in hushed whispers at his appearance. He kept his eyes to the floor. If I don't see them, they don't see me, he thought to himself.

Too bad it didn't work.

“Well, what do we have here, fellas? If it isn't the General's private little fuck toy, Cloud Strife.”

Sensing the dangerous undertone in the voice, Cloud now looked up. His heart began to pound. He'd known this was going to happen, he just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

A large, big muscled boy was leading the group towards him. Cloud could feel the venom radiating towards him, so he decided to go outside and wait for Zack to show up. Anything was better than remaining with people who so obviously didn't want him to be there. He made to push past the ones who stood in front of him, but the small group of cadets circled him—trapping him within their boundary.

“So, Strife, what's the General like?” one of the shorter cadets dared ask, brazen in his question because of the support of the others stood beside him.

Cloud said nothing. He just lowered his glance to the floor again. He wouldn't let them see the anger reflected in his eyes.

“Why did the General finally untie you from his bed? Has he gotten tired of you? Or is it the fact that he's fucked you so much, your ass-hole's not as tight as it used to be?”

Still not taking the bait, Cloud merely raised his head and stared at the one who had just taunted him. It was the big muscled boy, the one that had led the little group over towards him. He was obviously the leader.

“Hey, Strife! I'm talking to you!” the cadet yelled, pushing a fist into Clouds chest, upset at being ignored.

“Really Montgomery? I thought you were barking at your girlfriend,” Cloud shot back, staggering a little at the assault from the bigger boy, his own fists clenched at his sides. “I heard a rumor that you're fucking the Generals dog…..heard she's a right bitch….”

The others laughed at the jibe Cloud had thrown at Cadet Montgomery.

“Why, you little shi-”

“I wouldn't, if I were you,” Cloud warned, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

“Why? Are you gonna run and tell your General?” Montgomery asked, and then proceeded to imitate Cloud, “Oh, Sephiroth, the other cadets were so mean to me. Can you punish them? Better yet, let me suck you off, because I can't grip your dick any more.”

Laughing at his own joke, Montgomery didn't understand why his friends weren't laughing along with him.

That was until he heard the low, silky baritone from behind him. Then Montgomery knew he was in deep shit. He stood absolutely still, frozen to the spot.

“Since you seem to know so much about what goes on in my bedroom, Cadet Montgomery, perhaps you will indulge me this morning? That way, I can pound yourass into the ground, and then you can come back to tell all your friends about how loose your ass is. Does that sound acceptable to you, Cadet?”

Gulping, Adam Montgomery slowly turned around, his eyes large and filled with terror, facing the man standing before him.

The General was not happy. He stared through narrowed eyes at the boy trembling before him, and an impatient sigh passed his lips.

“I asked you a question, Cadet.” The slits in Sephiroth's eyes narrowed further.

Standing to attention sharply, Montgomery was feeling the full weight of the General's cold, hard glare.

“SIR! YES, SIR!”

“Good,” Sephiroth said, turning to face the others. “And to set the record straight, my personal business is my own, including my sex life. Do I make myself clear?”

“YES, SIR!” the rest of them chorused in unison.

“I was only going to observe this morning's class, but seeing that you have a hard time working together—I've changed my mind,” Sephiroth informed them. “1st Class instructor Zack has a list of who will be partnered. I, of course, will be with… Cadet Montgomery.” He paused, letting his words sink in to the terrified boy. He smirked down at him, before continuing. “Everyone go ahead and report to Instructor Zack, except for you, Cadet Strife.”

Stopping in his tracks, Cloud didn't move. He saw Montgomery casting him dirty looks—promising pay back.

“Follow me, Cadet,” Sephiroth ordered. Cloud meekly did as he was told.

The General lead Cloud through a side office door which the instructors used for grading tests, and giving personal performance evaluations.

Sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk, Sephiroth removed his gloves. He wanted to have contact with his lover's baby soft skin. Taking hold of Cloud's hands, Sephiroth rubbed soothing circles on the back of them with his thumbs.

“Sephiroth, I-”

But the General held up a hand to stop his lover from talking.

“I know you didn't say anything, Cloud. I was standing there the entire time. Has this happened before… the other cadets teasing you because of your `supposed' relationship with me?”

“They don't mean to do it, Sephiroth. They're jealous because of my skills with Materia,” Cloud explained. “And when we faced off that day, you and me…one on one…. it was just fuel being added to the fire. Since then everyone has been talking about how you always picked me to do battle against—that it was obvious to them that I was sleeping with you.”

Silver hair shook in disgust. Apparently it didn't matter that the other cadets couldn't hold their own against him when he chose someone to do mock combat with. Cloud was the only one, out of the inadequately two hundred cadets, who could fight worth a damn.

Sephiroth knew he didn't want any of them to back him in real combat. No wonder Zack always complained about what a sorry bunch they were.

Pulling Cloud down towards him, pressing him to sit on his lap, Sephiroth wrapped his arms protectively around the boy's slim body. He had something to tell him, and he wasn't sure how the news was going to be taken. Taking a deep breath, he began.

“Tomorrow will be duels, with Zack and several other instructors—I will not be here to assist.” His young lover opened his mouth to protest. “Let me finish, Cloud. The peace conference in Costa del Sol has still not been resolved—a small skirmish has already broken out. I'm leaving at first light, but there's something else I wanted to talk to yo-”

“Seph, come on man! Let Cloud go. I need to get him back up to speed,” Zack said in a loud voice, as he busted through the office door.

Sighing, Sephiroth stood, retaining contact with his smaller partner, keeping the young boy's hands clasped tightly within his own. He bent to kiss Cloud on the cheek, and whispered, “Have lunch with me?”

Blue eyes glazed over dreamily, as Cloud could do nothing else but nod his head in acceptance.

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Cloud's legs shook with each step he took to his quarters. Zack had beaten nearly two year's worth of training into him in the span of five hours. Now he had only an hour to get ready to meet Sephiroth for lunch, but the thought of food made his stomach clench in pain.

He had hoped he was over his virus, but the bug still had a tight hold on him. His body was demanding more sleep—maybe he could rest for a few minutes before meeting his lover?

But it seemed that Cloud was going to have to put off his nap for a while. The door to his room was wide open. He cautiously entered, only to notice that the room had been thoroughly cleaned—the bed was stripped and all his belongings were… gone.

Don't panic. There's a logical explanation, he thought.

Cloud didn't have much in the way of possessions, but what he did own was precious to him.

“What are you doing here, Strife?” a smooth, calm voice asked of him.

“I room here remember? Or did you forget?” Cloud replied, fuming, not minding who he was talking to.

“Calm your self, Cloud. I merely meant that you have been moved to new quarters since you've been released from medic duty.”

“And I am to know this… how?” Cloud shot back.

The other man was sensing Cloud's raising anger. Had Sephiroth told the boy about the new arrangements that had been made in regard of where he would be staying in future? And who he would be sharing with?

“You were with Sephiroth last night, were you not?” he asked.

Immediately, Cloud's cheeks stained a light pink. Oh yes, they had been together last night. They had been together for the last couple of nights. And more.

“He was supposed to have told you,” Rufus replied, smiling at being able to pass the blame off onto the General—let Sephiroth deal on his own with his irate lover—he wanted no part of it.

“Told me what?” Cloud asked through clenched teeth. He was getting up with the other male, and the churning in his gut wasn't helping matters either.

Rufus glanced down at his time piece. “Sephiroth should be preparing to leave his office right about now. If you hurry, you might still be able to catch him. Speak with him. He'll tell you what you need to know.”

The executive dashed off without another word, his bodyguards joining him further up the corridor, leaving Cloud disorientated.

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A file cabinet slid shut, and lights were turned out, as the tall figure prepared to leave his office for the day. Sephiroth had been reviewing some of the material he retrieved from Hojo's lab. After several pages, he gave up trying to decipher the professor's chicken scratch. It was impossible to read. And Sephiroth's eyes ached from trying.

The only thing that he had been able to understand was that Hojo was attempting to impregnate a female with DNA samples he had taken from Sephiroth. But so far, none of the test tube embryos had survived.

Sephiroth was just thankful that Cloud was a male, as there was no way possible for his petite lover to get pregnant. He didn't need a child with his genes running around.

Some time ago, Sephiroth had discovered what Hojo had done to his mother while she had been pregnant with him. And it was only by the grace of unknown powers, that he'd survived the terrible experiments while still in the womb. When he had found this out, Sephiroth had made a vow to himself, a vow that he would never have children. He didn't want them to be used on glass slides for a microscope.

He was better off childless.

Plus, Sephiroth had a faint suspicion Hojo was keeping something from him about his mother's death. He hadn't been able to find any records telling of who his father might be, yet. However, he had seen the name, Vincent Valentine, quite a few times during his search, but nothing substantial. Sephiroth's whole life seemed to be draped in mystery. And as soon as he seemed to be close to solving one chapter, another opened up.

But, for this evening, he'd had enough of delving into the past. Tonight, he was going to look forward to the future, to spending the rest of the day and this evening with an eager and willing young boy. He grabbed his long leather coat and swung it around his shoulders. He was on his way to meet with Cloud.

His office door was swung open, and the very object of Sephiroth's desire hurtled through, clearly upset, his anger showing with every tremble of his body. The normally smooth creamy skin of Cloud's face was mottled in suppressed fury.

Sephiroth was about to ask the teen why he was here, and not waiting for him at his quarters, when Cloud beat him to it.

“What were you supposed to me tell me last night, Sephiroth?” he growled.

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Okay, so it looks as though Sephiroth is in the dog house. Does Cloud get to find out what his lover was suppose to tell him? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

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“Hojo, I'm not the enemy.”

(Scoffs) “Really? Then tell me why you have accepted this position from the President?”

“Tell me how you managed to get an eighteen year old male pregnant by a SOLDIER?”