Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ Father ( Chapter 23 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

November 2, 2007
Family
Disclaimer: We do not own any characters of Final Fantasy. They are the property of Square Enix and Sony. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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 23: Father

Running up the side of a steep, inaccessible mountain was not high on Cid's `things-to-do list'. In fact, the out of breath pilot was about to stop and turn right back around when he came to a flat clearing. Pausing to take a break, his hands on his knees and his chest wheezing, he lifted his head and raised his eyes to look at the view from the height he found himself. The scene was breath taking—worthy of a man who spent the majority of his time soaring in the skies.

The place was enchanting. Cid's mind was adrift at being so far above the ground. He enjoyed looking down over the ledge and watching the clouds lazily roll by as if he was at the helm of the Shera. Casting wary eyes out over the vast landscape of Nibelheim and beyond, Cid's focused gaze turned towards home. From this elevated vantage point the town seemed small and tiny and nothing like the large community that he knew thrived below.

The sound of a waterfall that flowed off the utmost top cliff into a shallow pool of translucent water behind him next took Cid's attention. Now breathing more easily, he stood up straight and looked at the small patch of land that his feet rested upon.

One large tree was growing at the center of this pinnacle, its mighty presence almost hiding a dark, yawning cavern behind it. There were grasses and wild flowers scattered about, little butterflies and dragonflies flitting from stem to stem, giving the area the impression of an enthralling Garden of Eden.

It was so temping to go and lay himself down upon the soft lush grass at the base of the tree, to lean his aching spine against the bark, and to just shut his eyes for a few minutes……

Forcing his attention back on to why he had come up the blasted mountain in the first place, Cid followed a well worn path into the dark cave entrance. It was almost black inside, and he proceeded with caution, wary of twisting an ankle or breaking a leg in this out of the way spot.

He would never be found if something should happen to him here. He didn't even know what he was doing here. All he knew was that he had a curious mind, and the silver, black object that he had seen rushing up the side of the mountain had just begged to be investigated.

His lonely journey into the dank tunnel continued no further, when he heard raised voices. Tip toeing very quietly, he dodged and ducked his way forward until, in the barest of light, the sight of Cloud's husband and Vincent arguing caused him to stop in his tracks, stupefied. He ducked down against the stalagmite he was hidden behind, hoping that they hadn't seen or heard him.

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Quickly hiding his weapon from Tsume's view, Tseng dropped down to his son's eye level, intending to talk to him, only to be engulfed in a fierce hug from the child.

“Where have you been, Mommy?” he asked, using a very grown up accusing tone, for a two year old.

“Out, why?” Tseng answered with a question of his own, hugging the small boy back protectively.

“Miss you, Mommy.” Tsume's voice had now taken on the pouting, petulant whine of a neglected child

Tseng felt the burning sting of guilty tears in his eyes. He knew he should have left Rufus' bed earlier, but….the man had a way of making him feel so good. He seemed to know just the right buttons to push on Tseng, to make him forget about everything else in the world. Now, hearing his child's simple declaration of love, it left Tseng feeling even worse for leaving his baby far longer than he had intended.

Rufus, standing by silently watching the domestic scene unfolding in front of him, cleared his throat to get his body guard's attention. He was confused. Why was the infant calling Tseng `mommy'? Shouldn't the child be calling Elena that?

The Turk understanding that his lover wished to speak to him privately, stood up, gently disentangling his son's arms from around his neck. He kissed him and patted his behind gently. “Go to your room now young man…..I have to speak with my guest.”

The child waddled off obediently, but not before casting a malevolent glare at this visitor that took time away with his mother from him.

With the child gone, Tseng gestured for Elena to go home. “I'm sorry I stayed out so late,” he apologized, as he held the door open for her. With a curt nod, she left, leaving Tseng to go and face Rufus alone.

Elena was glad to be leaving. She heard Rufus' fiery temper from behind closed doors and she had no wish whatsoever to be around her employer when Tseng tell him the truth.

Tseng went to the kitchen. He fetched two glasses out of a cupboard and grabbed the bottle of wine that was chilling in the ice-box. Elena knew how to look after him. She always had done. She always kept a bottle on hand for occasions such as this, seeming to know in advance when he was going to need it. And he needed it now.

Or at least if he didn't, Rufus did.

Carrying bottles and glasses back into the living room, Tseng handed his lover a glass and poured a gracious amount of the expensive import into the crystal flute. He never took his eyes off the swirling, golden liquid and when Rufus' glass was full, he filled his own and went and stood in front of his balcony window, still keeping his eyes from the other man's stare.

His fingers drummed gently on the stem of his glass. He was too nervous to sit, and too tense to face what he knew was coming.

“Who is it?” The question was shot at him like an accusation.

“Who's what, Rufus?” he replied, still trying to play for time, his mind a whirl of panic.

“The mother of the child of course, Tseng. You can't deny the boy is not yours. He looks similar to you, except for the hair and eyes.”

Tseng hung his head, the image of his beautiful son in his mind.

“I'm asking again, and I won't ask you a third time, Tseng,” Rufus said. There was a hard edge to his voice, letting Tseng know that he meant business. “Who…. is…. the mother?”

“I am.” Barely whispered, Tseng revealed his secret.

“Pardon?”

“I said, `I am',” Tseng declared, louder, spinning round to face Rufus quickly, his drink spilling all over his fingers. He didn't care. His head was held high, and his chin stuck out with determination and pride. “I am the mother of that child.”

Slow realization of his words sank into Rufus' brain. “But… but that would mean… you….you're…” the executive sputtered.

For the first time in the history of Gaia, Tseng was the only person to ever shock the president of Shin-Ra speechless. He smiled at the thought, and enjoyed the look on his lovers face as he wrestled to understand what he had just been told.

“Yes, I'm just like Cloud,” Tseng admitted. “And before you start throwing more accusations at me, Rufus, doubting my fidelity….Tsume is your son too.”

The puzzled look on his lover's face now swiftly changed to one of anger.

“Why didn't you tell me about him, Tseng!” Rufus raged, setting his forgotten drink down and striding purposefully over to the dark haired man that stood before him, pushing him forcefully backwards, pushing and prodding until there was nowhere left for Tseng to go, until he was defenseless with his back up against the wall.

Rufus held his face inches away from his lovers. “Why was I not informed?!” he spat.

“I couldn't risk Hojo finding out about him! About me! No, I would kill myself and Tsume before I let that happen,” Tseng said quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew that Rufus had a temper, but he had never been on the receiving end of it before.

“I see what's going on with Cloud, which is why Rude and Reno are in Edge. Do you even know what Hojo is planning? Are you that blind not to notice or even care?” His own voice had become raised, and he stared defiantly back at his aggressor.

“Keeping him a secret—FROM ME—is not your decision, Tseng!” Rufus bellowed.

Punching the wall by the side of Tseng's head, Rufus curled his fists at his side and turned away, biting his lip in an effort to keep the barbed retort he wanted to yell from being uttered. Yes, he knew what Hojo wanted with Cloud and Sephiroth's child. He knew what that sick, twisted, bastard intended for the infant, which was the main reason that he was trying to get them established as civilians.

Rufus wasn't going to allow Hojo to ruin Sephiroth's life or Cloud's, or their child's. At least he could grant them some form of happiness. But his plot had to be kept secret. The less people knew about it, the better, which was why Tseng had never been informed of it….until now. Rufus decided that total honestly on both sides was needed.

Forcing his hands to relax, he took a deep breath and turned to face the other man. Tseng was still furious, standing there, his back to him, arms crossed, just staring silently out of the window. Rufus understood by questioning the Turk in the hostile way that he had, he had set his lover off. He would be in a strop for days if he didn't do something to remedy that now.

The executive cautiously wrapped his arms around Tseng's slender waist, gently rubbing the taut stomach, the way he always did after they made love. Tseng moved back into his arms just a little. Taking this as a good sign that he wasn't being pushed away; Rufus pressed himself a little closer to the taller male.

“I will not lose my son or you Tseng,” Rufus declared lovingly, nibbling on the soft skin of Tseng's neck.

“As long as Hojo is alive, we are in danger,” Tseng said with a resigned sigh. “I can't hide Tsume forever. Someone is bound to find out about him. I'm just surprised that I was able to keep him so well hidden.”

Tseng's body slumped in the others embrace. He was suddenly exhausted from bearing his soul to his long time lover. He needed to rest. He needed to think. He needed to plan what his next move was going to be.

“I'll see you in the morning, Rufus,” he said abruptly, ending their conversation as he began pulling away from the arms around him. “Try not to slam the door on your way out, Tsume is a light sleeper. Good night.”

But the executive didn't relinquish his hold from around Tseng's waist. If anything, his grip tightened.

“I'm tired, Rufus—I want to go to bed,” Tseng snapped.

“And you will…..But not without me, you're not,” Rufus declared, lifting Tseng's wine soaked fingers to his mouth, taking them into the warm, moist cavern and sucking on them seductively, making his intention known.

“Rufus….Please….” Tseng's voice hitched as his body responded to his lover's ministrations.

“I would just like to meet my son properly, in the morning, that's all,” Rufus said, expelling a breath of warm air on Tseng's neck as he spoke—sending tremors of delight through the Turk leader's frame.

Taking Tseng's hand into his, Rufus led his older lover into the main bedroom, closing the door half-way. Shedding his clothes, his mind thought about how his world had changed in the last few hours. He was going to be meeting, for the first time, a son he had known nothing about, and he wondered if Tseng told Tsume anything about him at all.

Lying down next to his dark haired lover and keeping his hands to himself for once, Rufus now had to think of a plan to keep his family from harm. They were safe for now, as Hojo's attention was primarily on Cloud and Sephiroth, and their unborn child. But he knew it wouldn't be long before the insane scientist began to broaden his search for test subjects.

The mental images of Tseng and Tsume being strapped to a table, their bodies infused with needles and tubes, terrified Rufus. What frightened him even more was the fact that, in these images, he himself stood there, unable to do anything to help them, even though they were looking at him, petrified and pleading.

As his fingers gently stroked up and down Tseng's sleeping body, Rufus also wondered if this was what the General went through each night, this torturous form of self torment. He gave a deep sigh.

The sun would be rising soon, bringing with it a new day, along with hope for the future. Rufus closed his eyes, knowing that he should rest while he could, because he would have his hands full, come morning

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A/N: Was this chapter everything everyone hoped for? We hope so! Sorry that there was no Cloud and Sephiroth but soon, we promise.

So, Cid has landed himself into hot water with Vincent or did he? And what about Tseng? Rufus was pretty pissed off once he learned the truth about Tseng being a breeder and the fact that he has a two year old son. How does Tsume handles the situation? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Mitts & ArchNemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 24 oOoOo

“Cid, I'm sorry,” Vincent finally huffed out.

“Do you even know what you're fuckin' apologizing for?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” Vincent answered. “I should never have kissed you. It was wrong of me.”

“Yeah, it sure in the hell was,” Cid growled. “And I bet you're wishing now you never did, aren't you? Cuz now you have a new objective in sight, isn't that right?”