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Cloud was confused for the longest time.
Because the thing was, things were hazy for him. He’d woken up in that train station and been brought home by Tifa, and he thought he felt fine, despite the fog in his memories. The problem started when he went to the bathroom. When he undid his pants and reached down and there was nothing to grab. He’d had to actually look, to yank his underwear aside and start feeling around.
Because this wasn’t the anatomy he remembered. He could still picture exactly what his dick looked like, but it was absent. He felt around, feeling the lips that shouldn’t be there, the little nub beneath his fingers that zinged when he brushed it, the hole that accepted his fingers when he experimentally sank them in. His stomach dropped as he pulled his hand free, looking down at it.
What had happened ?
He looked down again, splaying his fingers over the glowing sigil cradled between his hips that he didn’t recognize. It thrummed beneath his palm, and the pale blue light was familiar. Having his hand over it felt like holding support materia, and he wondered faintly if that’s what this was. Crushed materia, embedded in his skin, where the magic would be latent and permanent. He had no idea what it could be, what the purpose was, or where he had gotten it. He certainly had never gotten a tattoo before. He didn’t even know materia tattoos were a thing until this moment.
Instead of pressing further, he just sat to relieve himself, out of other options. He started to wonder if his dick had been a thing he imagined, but it couldn’t be. Everything about his current configuration felt foreign.
After that trip to the bathroom, Cloud found himself painfully aware of the situation. The way his pants fit differently. The slight difference in how he walked, how he sat. The sensitivity of his skin where that tattoo was. How the feeling of arousal sat differently in his hips.
He ignored this last as long as he could. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to know about what was lurking in his underwear, but he could feel himself on a timer. It wasn’t a long time at all before he was in his back room at Seventh Heaven, carefully lowering his pants, hesitant, as if something might jump out and bite him.
The exploration was hesitant, and quick, messy. It took Cloud some time to learn the right motions, the ways to touch that his body responded to best. His face felt hot with shame, and he had one hand pressed over his eyes as he ground his hips against the other. He was not expecting the way he completely soaked his sheets, getting embarrassingly wet before he managed to figure out how to get off.
He had to wash his sheets that night, and pointedly did not explain himself when Tifa asked questions.
He got used to it, over time. He didn’t have much of a choice. He seemed to be stuck like this, with no explanation and no way to go back. Besides, as things quickly spun out of control, he soon had bigger things to worry about. Things like chasing down Sephiroth were more important than his mysteriously missing dick. Especially after falling in the Lifestream and having his memories restored—that was a bigger identity crisis.
Until it all came to a head in a way he had not at all been expecting.
He was having trouble sleeping that night. Everyone else was out like a light, surrounding their campfire. They were out of firewood, though, and if he didn’t put more logs on soon, it would go out entirely. Reluctantly, he stepped away from the warmth of the camp and out into the forest to solve the problem.
He hadn’t bothered bringing his sword; it would be overkill for any of the local monsters, and a pain to haul around besides.
He hadn’t gotten very far into the woods before he regretted that decision.
When arms encircled him, he immediately flung an elbow back to try and resist. He thought, at first, that it must be bandits of some sort, and that at least this would be over quickly. He realized, as his elbow didn’t even earn a grunt, and his wrists were quickly pinned to his chest, that this was no bandit. He tried to break free, but it didn’t work at all, and there was only one man he knew who was stronger than him this way.
“Good to see you, Cloud,” Sephiroth purred, nuzzling into Cloud’s neck as he fought.
“Sephiroth! Let me go!”
“After you were finally obliging enough to separate yourself from your group? I think not.”
“What do you want ?”
“It’s quite simple, really,” Sephiroth said, sliding his free hand down Cloud’s chest. “Only you.”
“Me?”
“I know what Hojo did to you, Cloud. What he made you for me. And I’m not about to squander it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the wet, aching hole between your legs,” he said, sinking his hand into that space and holding Cloud tight. “I’m talking about the magic laced into your skin that will make you so fertile for me.”
Cloud went still as dread trickled through him. It unfortunately allowed Sephiroth the time to undo his pants and dip his hand inside his underwear. Cloud didn’t even realize what had happened until strong, sure fingers were rubbing against him. He gasped, hips jerking forward, and tried to fight again; he had no more success this time.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Poor puppet, have you been confused about how you got like this the whole time? My mother’s cells inside you are all too happy to rearrange, should the need arise. In fact, why don’t I give you a gift?”
The circling fingers drifted further and further away from his body, only his body seemed to follow. His hips weren’t tilting, but his clit seemed to be… growing? Growing and growing, until the circling fingers became a grasping hand, and that was right, that was what it felt like when his cock was stroked. He couldn’t help the overwhelming relief at the familiar feeling, leaning back against Sephiroth’s chest and fucking himself into his fist. That felt right. That felt like what he remembered, from all those years ago.
He had almost forgotten who he was with, until Sephiroth whispered into his ear, “See? Am I not generous to you?”
“F-fuck off,” Cloud whispered, but there was no convinction in his voice. His hips kept stuttering forward in spite of himself.
“Now, Cloud,” Sephiroth scolded. “I gave you a gift. I think you ought to return the favor.”
Sephiroth slid his hand down his cock to sink his fingers into his very much still present pussy, and Cloud whimpered, tightening around him. He felt himself gush when Sephiroth slid his thumb up the underside of his cock.
“What—what do you want?”
“I want to fill your fertile womb. I want to see how many godlings you’ll give me.”
“ No!”
“Unfortunately,” Sephiroth said sweetly, “I wasn’t asking.”
Sephiroth threw him onto the forest floor, and before he could scramble away with his pants around his thighs, Sephiroth was back upon him. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, giving Cloud poor leverage to even keep his face out of the leaves. He nudged Cloud’s legs wide before pinning them, his shins over Cloud’s. Before Cloud had properly recovered, Sephiroth was running his tip through Cloud’s wet slit.
“Has anyone been inside you before?”
“No! Sephiroth, don’t you dare!”
“Let me show you how good it can feel, then.”
Sephiroth sank in slowly, and Cloud couldn’t help but whimper, his eyes pinching shut. He didn’t want to like it, but it felt right , scratched some bone-deep itch inside him. The Reunion instinct was finally, finally sated. More than the calmness that came with Sephiroth’s presence, it slipped into bliss. The promise of union, of the exchange of genetic material, made Cloud shiver as it soothed an instinct he didn’t know he had. Both his cock and his cunt leaked from how perfect it felt, dripping down onto the forest floor.
“There, you see?” Sephiroth whispered in his ear. “You were made for me. You were made for this . Nothing feels better than Reunion, does it?”
Cloud wanted to curse. He wanted to kick, and to fight, and to scream. Instead, he keened softly, the Reunion instinct taking complete hold, and began moving with Sephiroth, pressing himself back onto his cock.
Sephiroth slid his free hand down Cloud’s body until he could stroke him, rewarding him for his good behavior as he pressed in and out of him. Cloud already felt so perfect, all tight and soaking wet around him, but he knew he’d feel even better when he orgasmed.
Cloud quickly lost track of things, everything blurring together into a mix of heat, and pleasure, and yes . Before he knew it, he was coming hard, his pussy pulsing around Sephiroth as he moaned and rutted into the man’s hand.
Sephiroth let him ride it out, but he must have been close himself. He pulled his hand from Cloud and pressed it to the tattoo above his womb, feeding magic into it until it grew warm in Cloud’s skin. He wasn’t sure what the purpose was, until he heard Sephiroth’s breath hitch, and felt a rush of heat inside him.
He had been making him as fertile as possible before breeding him.
In the moment, with Reunion still thrumming through him, that was deeply satisfying to Cloud. He whined softly as Sephiroth thrust lazily forward a few last times, fucking his seed deeper into Cloud. When he finally pulled out, Cloud slumped forward, exhausted. He heard Sephiroth zip himself back up behind him, but wasn’t expecting him to pull up Cloud’s pants as well.
He certainly wasn’t expecting him to pick Cloud up in a princess carry.
“What are you doing?” Cloud asked, too tired to fight.
“Taking you with me.”
“ Why?”
“To be sure it takes. And to repeat the process if it does not. Perhaps to repeat the process anyway, just for fun. You seemed to enjoy yourself.”
“Fuck off,” Cloud muttered, but relaxed into Sephiroth’s arms. There would be time to get away, later, when Sephiroth was distracted, and Cloud wasn’t bone-tired.
For now, he let himself rest, one hand pressed to the tattoo.