Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ You Belong To Me ( Chapter 19 )

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Family
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Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
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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Chapter 19: You Belong To Me

“I don't trust him, Cloud! Please…. Don't go through with this. You can't,” the voice of the young girl was high and whiney, the grip of her fingers on the boy's arm painful, digging into his exposed flesh.

Aerith, Yuffie, and Mrs. Strife, were in the tailor's dress shop, where Cloud was being fitted for his formal attire for his nuptials on Saturday. The big day was only five days away now, and the boy was nervous enough as it was, without the added tension he was getting from his friend.

“Tifa, for once, do you think you could you be happy for me?” he snapped, having reached his limit. “It's not like he's marrying me just because of the baby.”

At his harsh sounding words, Cloud saw the hurt look cross the brunette's face. He regretted shouting at her, but damn it, surely she could see how uptight he was about this whole flamboyant affair his mother had arranged. He didn't need her on his back as well.

“What baby?” Yuffie asked, innocently.

Since arriving back home, Cloud hadn't wanted any of his friends to know about him being pregnant. But now it seemed, in his temper, he had let the cat out of the bag.

“What baby?” Yuffie pressed, her tone of voice implying that she would continue to ask all day if need be, to get her answer. She planted her feet wide apart in a demanding stance, placing her hands on her hips. Her head tilted to one side, and she arched an eyebrow as she stared at Cloud, waiting for an explanation.

Luckily, the dressmaker was in a different section of the shop, saying goodbye to another customer. Exhaling a deep breath, Cloud took his chance and turned to face his friends. His words tumbled out quickly, fearful that the assistant or the tailor himself would return at any minute.

“Well, um…. A while back, I found out the hard way that I could conceive, like a woman. As it turned out, I ended up getting pregnant the very first time I had sex with a… a guy… The baby's Sephiroth's.”

Yuffie's reaction shocked everyone. The little ninja went down on her knees, and bowed low before Cloud, laying her head upon his boots, holding onto the backs of his ankles with her hands.

“What are you doing? Yuffie, please……get up,” Cloud begged, embarrassed by the girl's strange actions. He bent down, and tugged at her arm, pulling her back up to her feet.

“Sorry, Cloud, but I had to show my respect to you,” Yuffie answered, not at all uncomfortable at the way she had just prostrated herself in front of the others.

“Respect? For what, Yuffie? I haven't done anything special.” Although Cloud asked the question, he wasn't really sure he wanted to know the answer.

“It's widely known everywhere that male breeders have become rare,” Yuffie began.

“They are now so rare in fact, that if the whereabouts of one becomes known, it's not unheard of for people, rich people, who can't have children of their own, to pay someone to steal the breeder to use. Children born of a male are said to be exceptionally smart, alluring, and sensual—Well worth paying for, whatever the asking price.”

She gazed around her at her rapt audience.

“At first, many, many, many years ago, there was an abundance of male breeders, and there wasn't a problem. But people became greedy. They saw there was money to be made, and it wasn't long, before the breeders started disappearing. They were ruthlessly hunted down, and sold without consent, often killing themselves to get away from the lives they were forced to lead. They were—are—free spirits, which was another reason why slavery was outlawed.”

At the end of her tale, Yuffie's voice had lowered, barely speaking above a whisper.

“But, that doesn't answer my question, Yuffie.”

“I'm getting to it now,” the girl replied. “You, Cloud, and others like you, are fertility symbols. That's why you are highly prized. And that baby you are carrying…..he or she is going to be absolutely beautiful.”

Cloud caressed his extended tummy, his eyes dreamy, thinking of Sephiroth. “I know,” he agreed.

A long pause followed, until Tifa started laughing. “Oh come on, you don't actually believe that you're having a baby, do you, Cloud? Honestly, I know the military put you through a lot of bullshit in boot camp, but I mean, you have to admit, Cloud….to believe you're pregnant, is a bit of an extremity.”

Feed-up with the martial artist's attitude, Cloud grabbed Tifa's hand, and without saying a word, he placed it on top of his swollen stomach. Brown eyes widened beyond their sockets when the girl sensed the subtle, but unmistakable feeling of movement beneath her fingertips.

“Oh, dear Gaia! You're…you're…”

Cloud, his mom, and the other two young girls, all watched….. as Tifa hit the floor in a dead faint.

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A tuff of honey blond hair, that wasn't his own, obscured Tseng's vision. Pushing the lock of hair away from his face he turned and stared across at his sleeping lover. He felt the weight of a tan, muscular arm draped over his mid-section, the soft warm whisper of exhaled breath on his skin.

It felt good, comfortable, to be laying here beside the other man. But, he couldn't stay here all day. He had things to do.

Reluctantly, the Turk leader gently eased away from the lax hold the other had on him, and silently crept into the bathroom. He needed to wash. Tseng would never go home reeking of sex, he respected his son too much.

He eyed himself for a brief moment in the mirror before turning on the shower, waiting for it to heat up to the required temperature before getting in. His bunched muscles relaxed under the soothing hot spray of water. Scrubbing hard, he swilled away the evidence of his lover's passion.

He knew that, once he had finished bathing, the only signs that would remain of their time together, would be the bite marks and nail scratches. He winced a little at the soreness of them, as he ran a tentative hand over the bruises and cuts. Tseng didn't have to worry too much about them. They would be gone by this evening. The mako in his body would heal him—like it always did.

He hurried with his cleaning routine as quickly as he could. He had to hurry home. He had to relieve Elena of her nighttime duty of watching over Tsume for him. Smiling as he thought of his child, Tseng realized he owed his work partner a great deal. A great deal indeed.

Apart from the person who had helped delivered his son, Elena was the only one he felt he could completely trust with his secret. Not even Rude or Reno knew of Tsume's existence. Although Tseng was quite certain that the two men would keep the information to themselves, not only out of loyalty to him as their leader, but also because of the bond of being fellow Turks, the problem was Reno.

The young Turk tended to have loose lips after consuming too much alcohol. Once the red headed man had passed his tolerance level, words spilled from his mouth like water from a busted dam. There was no stopping him. This was one of the reasons for enforcing a `no drinking during duty and on-call' rule.

Turning off the shower, Tseng stepped from the cubicle and grabbed hold of a fluffy white towel hanging on the rail, wrapping it around his lower torso. He combed his straight black hair away from his face, and secured it in a loose pony-tail.

Satisfied, he turned to go back into the bedroom, to pick his discarded clothing from up off the floor where he had tossed it in his haste to be undressed. They would have to be laundered. He wanted to leave no trace of having being here. Tseng had several pairs of suits in the back of the walk-in closet, hidden out of view. He would wear one of those home.

He quietly opened the bathroom door, only to be meet by a pair of piercing, but sleepy, blue eyes. Strong arms reached out, and pulled him close. Words were whispered in his ear.

“Were you planning on leaving again without saying good-bye to me, Tseng?”

“I'm sorry, Rufus, but someone is waiting on me,” Tseng replied simply, as he tried to break free from the man's embrace. He could feel the insistent dragging on his arm, as he was pulled forwards into the spacious bedroom, back towards the bed.

“Tseng, tell me the real reason why you left me for several months, two years ago?”

They tumbled down onto the soft mattress, with Rufus landing forcefully on top of Tseng.

“Was it because of Elena? Is that who you're running back to now? Are you going to fuck her so suddenly after making love with me?” The blond haired man bent his head, forcing his kiss on the one beneath him.

“You know I don't take too kindly to sharing what belongs to me… and youare mine,” the executive growled, opening the fluffy towel, spreading his lover's legs, and sliding himself all the way back into Tseng's heated passage.

Tseng fumbled around blindly on the bedside table for his cell phone, panting as Rufus pulled his cock out, only to ease it back in, repeating the measured sensual strokes, building a rapturous rhythm. As best as he could, Tseng tapped in his work partner's number, fumbling with the buttons as his passion grew.

Rufus heard the female Turk's voice speak on the other end. He grinned as he plunged harder into Tseng's ass, deliberately hitting his sweet spot, making his lover cry out, knowing that the woman on the other end of the line could hear all of Tseng's mewls and moans.

His grin was even wider, as Tseng let the phone slip from his fingers…

“Tseng?......Tseng?.......Hello…Tseng?”

Leaning forward, impaling himself deeper into Tseng's body, Rufus reached down and picked up the cell phone. He pumped hard a few more times into the delicious tightness that enclosed his stiff cock, before finding the breath to speak.

“I'm sorry….Tseng is otherwise….engaged at the moment…..His plans are going to be a little….delayed.”

Smirking, Rufus flipped the phone closed, and tossed it down on the night table. Then he turned his attention back to the man writhing below him. Stepping up the pace, he thrust himself in, as far as the body beneath him would allow.

Tseng, carried away by desire, wrapped his legs around slender hips, arching his back to receive more of his lover into him. Everything else was lost to him, thoughts of his child, of a worrying Elena…..Nothing mattered, not now, not while he was with Rufus. The executive took the burdens off his shoulders. Here, like this, Tseng was just an average guy, being loved by his man.

The heavy pants of their breathing, as well as their shouts and grunts of passion sounded throughout the master bedroom. The pace of their joining lost all grace.

Rufus continued to pound into his lover, forcing himself in to the hilt, and still wanting to go even deeper.

Taking hold of Tseng's stiff member, he caressed it, gently groping it, continuously pumping it, until Tseng cried out his name, releasing his essence between their sweat drenched bodies.

Thrusting several more times, Rufus suddenly rammed deep into Tseng's pulsating hole, and he came with a shuddering explosion.

Collapsing on top of the panting Tseng, Rufus pulled the sheet up over them. Both were still convulsing from their orgasms.

Slowly, slowly, Rufus felt himself soften. He gently withdrew his sated member from his lover's placated body, and rolled on the mattress, pulling Tseng into his arms, and kissing his sweaty forehead.

Minutes ticked by, and soon they had settled into a peaceful morning nap.

Unknown to either of them, at that very moment, another life was being created. Tseng, for all his carefulness, had forgotten to take his hormone treatment, for the second time in two months.

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A/N: Finally, Tseng and Rufus are on the scene and what a scene it was—whoo-hoo! Rufus is a real righteous bastard for doing what he did to Elena but are his conclusions correct? So, Cloud has spilled the beans about his pregnancy to Tifa and Yuffie. Now, will this deter Tifa? The man she wants is knocked-up by another man.

Mentioning of knocked up—can any one tell us what's going on with Tseng? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Mitts & ArchNemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 20 oOoOo

“I'm sorry that Lucrecia wasn't around to raise you,” Vincent admitted.

“How do you know my mother?”

Slowly rising to his feet, Vincent replied, “I was her bodyguard.”