Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ Anxiety ( Chapter 15 )

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Family
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Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
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Chapter 15: Anxiety

Frightened,wide azure orbs stareddisbelievinglyintothecold,hard, emerald cat-like eyes that were staring unblinkingly back. Although a slight curveadorned thethin pale lipsof the tall man,the smile did not reflect in the liquid green windows of his eyes.

“Good to see you, Cloud,” the same, well knownsilky smoothvoice of the man had saidin greeting,rightbefore knocking theyouth hundreds of feet into the air.

Cloud landed awkwardly on the unstable rooftop, pivoting on his right foot quickly, spinning around in order to face his attacker.

The taller, leaner man that had just assaulted him sailed into the air gracefully,floating down to gently land on the roof of what remained of the Shin-Ra building.

“Your geostigma is gone? That's too bad,”he simply commented in a condescending tone, gazing down at the small figure of the youth

Cloud stared back.Even though years hadgone by, the tall man seemedunaffected bythe passingoftime.In fact, if anything, he looked even more alluring than ever—his knee long silver-grey hairjust as attractive, his tight fitting ankle length leather duster andthigh-high belted bootsstill giving off the lureof desirability.

A part of Cloud ached to throw down his weapon, to surrender himself bodily once moreto this man that he had loved….that he still loved.

But this wasn'tCloud's mate—this was someone else—someone sinister. And Cloud would be a liar if he said he wasn't afraid of the mannowstood before him.There was madness behind those contemptuous mako green eyes.Andhis famous sword, Masamune, was held threateningly aloft his left hand.

“Sephiroth…..What do you want?”

“The last thoughts of geostima's dead… those remnants will join the lifestream and girdlethe planet, choking it, corroding it. What I want, Cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel… just as my mother did long ago…”

Giving Cloud a semi-side profile, Sephirothflicked his wrist toward the heavens.

Startled, Cloud could only watch,asthe sky became black as night,as tendrils of miniature tornadosdescended to the ground, engulfing the world in its master's fury.

“But… Whatabout this planet?” Cloud yelled, gripping the hilt of his boardsword, preparing to fight his ex-lover.

Even as he did so, unbidden thoughts of their time together flooded his mind….Of Sephiroth's sweet mouth exploring his own…Of the nights that they had lainentangled in each others limbs, crying out with the strength of their passion…..

Cloud gave his head a quick firm shake. He didn't want to recall anyof those amorous memories. They would be his undoing. Instead, the young former SOLDIER stood in a battle stance.He stared at Sephiroth, awaiting his answer.

“Well, that's up to you, Cloud,”was the only reply he received before, with Masamune at the ready, Sephiroth charged……

“AHHHHHH!”

Gasping for air, Cloud struggled to untangle himself from the sheets that were wrapped around his legs, trapping him, pinning him down….leaving him open to the mercilessness attack upon him. He sat up in bed, his heart pounding, his head thudding, his whole body awash with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sephiroth had been jolted awake from his peaceful slumber by his lover thrashing about next to him.

“Cloud, love… Are you alright?” he inquired gently, concerned immediately when Cloud choked on a sob. He reached out a hand to push the damp hair out of the boy's eyes.

Still in the throes of his dream, Cloud twisted and fell out of the bed, fumbling in the dark for a weapon that was not there.

Throwing back the covers, and rushing to Cloud's side, Sephiroth picked up his pregnant lover, or at least he tried to.

The small blond fought against him, and delivered a well placed punch to Sephiroth's face, causing bones to crack upon impact, rich red blood spewing forth. Sephiroth dismissed any discomfort he felt from his broken nose…he was more concerned about Cloud's strange behavior, and besides which, the injury had already begun to heal itself.

Taking a strong, firm hold on Cloud, Sephiroth turned him in towards his chest and held him tightly. The blond boy cried out, beating with his tiny fists up against his partner's bare hairless chest weakly, until his energy was depleted.

“Is the baby okay, Cloud? Are you hurt? Please…. Please tell me what's wrong? I can't help unless you tell me what's wrong.”

Sephiroth kept his voice gentle, calm, one hand soothing his pregnant lover's back, the other caressing his hair. This type of odd behavior was what Professor Gast had warned him about. Gast told him that Cloud would start feeling anxiety over things that he had no control over.

Worst…..If Cloud thought for one minute that their baby was in danger, he would lash out to protect her, and not think of the consequences. This was the explanation they had put down to his attack on Zack that day in training a few months back.

“Cloud?” He placed a small kiss on top the boy's head. “Cloud, please tell me what upset you so much.”

With a small shiver, Cloud slowly emerged from his fog like dream state. Running a shaky hand over the large mound of their child, he released a shuddering breath.

Sepiroth's concerned words had finally register, and Cloud began to relax in the safety of his lover's embrace…..But there was no way he was going to tell Sephiroth about his nightmare—about him wanting the destruction of all life on the planet.

Instead, Cloud responded, “Nothing….It's nothing…..Just a bad dream is all….The baby's fine, she's fine, just a little jittery—I'm okay now…..”

Between their tightly clasp bodies they felt the hard thumps and movements of their baby, the tiny little kicks and pushes of their unborn daughter connecting them. The sex of their child had been confirmed in the hospital when Cloud had been checked over after Montgomery's assault.

Professor Gast had conducted an ulta-sound on the baby, which had revealed the truth that Cloud already knew. Both proud parents had sat and watched, mesmerized, staring at the small mass on the monitor, gazing with love at the smudgy outline of her spine and stubbly legs. Her arms were clearly visible, as well as a pair of enormous round eyes which seemed to stare out at them.

Seeing their baby aimlessly floating in fluid on the screen, and hearing the rapid pulse of her tiny heartbeat had made her all the more real.

And in just under two and a half months, she would be here with them.

Cloud looked up into Sephiroth's hurt and bloodied face. “I'm sorry…I'm so sorry,” he whispered, reaching out a tentative hand to wipe some of the gore away. He felt terrible. How could he have hurt his one true love like that?

Sephiroth smiled down at him. “Ah, I've had worse,” he joked lightly. “Coffee?”

“Can we simply go back to bed? I'm tired,” Cloud weakly said.

Wanting nothing but to make his lover happy, Sephiroth helped the weary blond back towards their room…helping him slip in between the sheets, tucking the blankets up around them, before snuggling in behind and holding the boy close to him.

But he didn't let sleep take him so easily, Sephiroth stayed awake, softly smoothing the stretched skin of his partner's swollen tummy, calming and soothing his daughter down, lulling her to sleep. Then, and only then, did Sephiroth allow his own heavy eyes to close and grant him the rest he needed.

In just a few hours they had a full schedule….for he was taking Cloud and Zack to Nibelheim.

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CRASH!

Tifa cringed as yet another piece of furniture was broken. At this rate, by the time the guys moved everything out of the way, there would be nothing left to move back in again!

She sighed. Cid, Barret, and Vincent just didn't know their own strength when it came down to doing mediocre every day chores. She had been going to ask Vincent to flick a duster around the place, but now, seeing the destruction the three had already caused, she thought twice about it…..

Tifa and her friends were cleaning up her new bar, 7th Heaven, for the arrival of her childhood friend, Cloud Strife.

The pretty, long-haired brunette girl had spoken to Cloud's mother only the day before, to see if she had heard from him, and was overjoyed to be told that he and three of his friends were coming home for a few days to visit.

She was even more excited when Mrs. Strife asked if Cloud and his friends could stay at Tifa's bar for the duration of their visit, as her apartment only had the one bedroom.

Tifa had agreed on the spot. She missed Cloud, and this would give her ample opportunity to be alone with him. Maybe this time, she could finally get a marriage proposal out of him while he was here.

She smiled at the thought, thinking of her new name over and over in her mind…..Mrs. Cloud Strife….MRS…Cloud Strife…. Before another resounding crash caused her to frown again—the guys had just dropped another table.

Picking up the phone, Tifa dialed a home supply retailer. She was going to need four extra tables to replace the ones already broken. And while she was re-ordering, she decided to go ahead and purchase some new stuff for Vincent's room, making up her mind to throw out the tatty and decrepit bedroom furniture that was in there now.

The martial artist couldn't understand for the life of her, why the former Turk refused to have new things. Tifa shrugged her shoulders, figuring that the gunman was simply use to accepting what ever was on hand.

That would be easy to understand, considering the type of living conditions they had found him in ….While searching for clues as to why President Shin-Ra had suddenly left his place of residence, they had discovered Vincent, hidden deep within the barren, underground chambers beneath Shin-Ra's abandoned mansion.

The only other thing they had found that day, apart from Vincent, had been several torn pages from a notebook regarding Jenova cells. The notes were incomplete. A lot of the information skipped years, and most, if not all of it, was totally useless.

But what was not known to Tifa and Barrett, was that Cid had found a complete set of research notes dated back over thirty years.

The pilot had been shocked to discover what had actually happened to Vincent. But he had kept the details to himself, hoping that one day the gunman would trust him enough to tell him on his own accord about his tragic past… of the torture he had been put through as Hojo's guinea pig.

Cid had taken an instant dislike to the professor years ago when he had first met the man while working at Shin-Ra…..He'd always known there was something not quite right about the scientist….

And now he knew why…

Hojo had taken Vincent's pregnant fiancée, Lucrecia, and had subjected her unborn baby to multiple injections of Jenova cells.

Lucrecia had given birth to the child, a boy…. but she hadn't lived long enough to care for the infant. And at this point in the sad story, Vincent was already sleeping in his coffin—oblivious to the fate of both his lover and his son.

But Cid knew.

Because of what he had read, Cid knew how Lucrecia hadn't been able to handle what she had inadvently done to Vincent and their son. He knew the suffering she had gone through once the child had been born. Forced to give the infant over to Hojo, she had been swallowed up by grief and pain, and had disappeared into the night, taking a quantity of poison vials with her.

Months later, after an extensive search had failed to find the body of the missing female scientist, the professor, assuming the worse, had declared Lucrecia, along with Vincent—dead.

Their child, Cid had read, was alive….But his whereabouts, was unknown.

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“You know…. People are starting to believe that you're really a vampire.”

Closing his eyes, Vincent sighed inaudibility. “What do you want, Highwind?”

“Not a damn thing,” Cid replied, taking a final long drag off his cigarette and flicking the spent butt over the banister.

The former Turk had not moved from his spot looking out past the openness of Edge. He was here in Tifa's bar to help move things, and it was he who had broken the first table.

Getting cursed for that, everyone decided it would be safer if he just propped himself up in a corner as usual and leave the rest to Cid and Barrett. This had been a bad decision, because before the day was through, they had managed to break three more tables between them.

Now, they were on a break, and Vincent had hoped to find himself a quiet spot out of the way of the others. But Cid was pestering him, as he normally did when he was bored, and it was frustrating Vincent no end.

“If there's nothing that you want, please leave,” he said, dismissing the airman.

“No.”

“What did you just say?” Dark eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

“NO…..” Cid repeated. “I'm not leaving…..And don't act like you didn't hear what I said. I know about your super hearing…… You heard me just fine the first goddamn time.”

The tone of the blond man's voice instantly put Vincent on guard. He knew that Cid was pushing for an argument, but he didn't know why. Wanting to avoid a confrontation, Vincent considered his options, none of which seemed promising.

He finally decided the best thing to do would be to move from his hide-a-way place, to leave Cid on his own. With a swish of his long cloak, he turned to leave, but Cid latched onto his arm, flinging him violently against the wall, pinning and holding him bodily up against the stone surface.

“Highwind, I don't know what dangerous game you're playing, but I suggest that you let me go this minute,” Vincent said, the threat in his voice as plain as day.

“You're a real piece of work, Vince.” Cid drawled, a slow lazy smile forming on his lips.

The gunman nearly growled at the bastardization of his name. He hated, absolutely hated, when people did that. He had just opened his mouth to reprimand the pilot for taking liberties, when another being made its presence known to him……..

Chaos.

The entity within him was acting strange, causing Vincent to involuntary lean into Cid's touch. The warmth of the blonde's hand on his leather clad arm sent a thrill of electricity coursing through him…..pulsating, spreading outwardly to all parts of his body.

The bloody beast had picked the wrong time to cause trouble……This was not good.

Totally unaware of the inner turmoil going on within Vincent, Cid closed the gap between them. He pressed himself hard up against the gunman's body, pushing his lower half forward, wanting to let the other feel his need for him.

Vincent moaned. Crimson orbs became fully dilated, with unbridled desire…

And then, what he feared the most, happened…..

Take him… TAKE HIM! Smell his want of you on him…

About ninety-nine point nine percent of the time Vincent usually paid no heed to the voice in his head. But this time, he threw caution to the wind……. and allowed himself to listen.

He inhaled deeply, taking in Cid's unique odor of stale tobacco smoke and alcohol, the smells that everyone associated with the airman….. But these scents were only on the surface.

What Vincent smelt, as he nuzzled into Cid's neck, was the man's natural scent…. Mountain air and rain mixed with pine. It was ecstasy.

The scent turned Vincent on, his own arousal brushing up against the hardness of the man in front of him. Without thinking of the retributions of his actions, the gunman brought his lips down on top of the pilots, his arms wrapping tightly around the others back, pulling him tighter towards him, and thrusting his hips up against the responsive blond's.

Almost pulled under by desire, but not quite, Vincent snapped out of his lust filled stupor when he felt Cid's roaming hands glide across his chest, searching for the raised nubs underneath his black shirt and cloak.

The ex-Turk came back to his senses with a jolt. Giving a push at the man that still held him, he walked off, leaving Cid on the balcony—dazed and horny—not to mention confused…..Wondering what the hell had just took place between him and Vincent.

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A/N: Oh, it's getting good now. Cid and Vincent are tormenting each other. And what's the deal with Cloud? Think it's all in his head? Don't know? Well, to find out more stay tuned for the next chapter.

Mitts & ArchNemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 16 oOoOo

“This is your room, Sephiroth. And Cloud… This is yours,” Tifa said proudly, indicating a room directly opposite from the General's.

The blond said nothing as he turned and walked straight into Sephiroth's assigned room, closing the door behind him.

The look of dismay and puzzlement highlighting Tifa's face was priceless.

“What can I say…..He doesn't like sleeping alone,” Sephiroth said, trying to contain the laughter in his voice, as he followed in after his lover.