Change of Position

Rating: NC-17
Category: AU - loosely fits in with the 'Rabid Tiger' arc.
Pairing(s): Zack/Sephiroth.
Warnings: MPREG (you come here and you still need warning about this??)
Summary: Zack has a break, and Baby has a secret.
Notes: Unagi is one of my MOST favourite varieties of sushi, and I’ve tried a lot of them. MARVELLOUS! Still hope to try Fugu some day. Scariest sushi I have tried – uni (sea urchin roe, very nasty. Erk) and Unagi No Kimo, which is eel guts. Someone was deep in the saké bowl that day, I tells ya, bwah. Don’t recommend it. But I am mad about sushi. I have a tendency to show up in Japanese restaurants with my own cloisonné chopsticks. I used to be so well known at Tsunami Sushi on Robson Street that I and my two female companions were known as the Chain Gang. WHY, I do not know.

Birthday fic for glorfindel. Total PWP. Enjoy, love!

Zack sat on a large stone in the yard, shirt off, his strong body shining with sweat. He had a beer in his hands, and beside him was a shovel driven deep into a pile of soil. The house was built and finished, save for a few design details. He personally wasn’t crazy about the plywood walls in the bathroom. He was even less pleased when Cloud painted the word ‘latrine’ on the door in military-looking letters, and inside wrote above the toilet “Accuracy counts here as on the battlefield, maggot!”

Zack suspected Cloud had been sniffing his hair gel.

Still, Zack was justifiably proud of himself. It wasn’t easy building a house almost completely on his own, as well as taking care of a very ill lover, but he had managed. Now the house was done, the gardens and koi pond were better than hoped for, and currently he and Cloud were putting in a terrace in order to have a larger place for guests and outdoor parties. Zack was very pleased with the results of his labour, both on his home and on his mentally ill lover. And speaking of the seven foot psycho…

Zack watched Sephiroth pace. He loved to watch him move, loved the power and beauty of him, but his heart broke as he thought about all his beautiful lover had been through, and would continue to go through for some time to come. Mental healing would bring no peace; it would only bring realization. And that might very well make him insane again. However there was nothing he could do about that. He would take care of Sephiroth and help him through this, one ordeal at a time. Today’s ordeal; understanding basic needs.

Zack grinned as he watched Sephiroth pace, speaking quietly to himself as he sat on his rock with his beer, keeping up a running monologue of what he thought was going through his lover’s mind.

“Am I hungry? No. Not hungry. Am I thirsty? Maybe a little but I don’t like orange juice. Instead I will drink the apple juice out of the carton. Great. Am I sure I’m not hungry? Definitely. Am I tired? Nope. Bored? Mmmmm... maybe.” He smiled as Sephiroth paused, looking puzzled and frustrated.

“Horny?” Zack suggested quietly, still narrating his lover’s inner monologue. He grinned when, as if on cue, Sephiroth turned to look at him. “Well I could go make Zack molest me. And Zack won’t mind at all.”

Zack sat up, setting aside his beer and rising to his feet as Sephiroth approached him; seven feet of lethal madness. Except lately he seemed more level, less fragmented and tormented. He was sleeping less, and talking more, and had begun actively seeking Zack’s attention. It was a welcome change from days of sleeping only to wake up and begin having conversations with the voices in his head, voices that sadly were not the result of delusion. Jenova was most reluctant to part with her favoured son, and Zack had a feeling she was using her will to direct her cells in his body to hurt him. He knew there were days when Sephiroth was so riddled with agony he would only lie in the bath, refusing to move, and Zack spent hours running the shower over him, trying to quiet the relentless pain, spoon feeding him crumbs of food to keep up his strength. And what was the payoff for all his love, and care, and devotion?

Abuse.

Sephiroth pounced on Zack, knocking him on his ass and kissing him hard. Zack laughed and gently pushed him back.

“Come on, enough, I smell like a gym locker and I’m filthy.”

“Irrelevant. You’re mine and you cannot escape.”

“Oh yeah?”

Zack suddenly rolled over and did his level best to flee, only to have his ankle grabbed. He flopped gracelessly onto his face, and, with a strength he had never matched, he was dragged back towards his assailant like a reluctant daschund from under a bed. Great. He was even dirtier, and now his nipples hurt. Then Sephiroth pounced on him and began nibbling his neck as Zack spat grass.

“Ah, just like the good old days in boot camp,” he said. “I’m dirty and my commanding officer is once more on my ass.”

Across the yard, Cloud’s head popped up from behind a pile of lumber. He raised an eyebrow as he saw his best friend pinned face down by Sephiroth.

“Need any help?” he asked.

“No, he’s fine,” said Zack. “He’s quite capable of raping me on his own.”

Cloud grinned, then held out his arm as if looking at a watch. “Ah gee lookit the time. Later Zack.”

Zack managed a wave. “Yeah, later Cloud.”

Cloud left, while Zack managed to roll onto his back and look up into feline eyes. “Well. You’re awful frisky today.” He reached up to touch the white face. “How are you feeling?”

Sephiroth hated that question because he didn’t understand it. Zack changed it before Sephiroth could get frustrated.

“Do you hurt today?”

He shook his head. “No. Nothing hurts. Not physically. I wish you would stop asking me how I feel, I don’t know how I feel.”

Zack stroked the long white hair. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s gonna take a long time to start understanding your emotions because you’ve been so controlled for so long, but I’m going to help. I don’t want you getting aggravated or upset.”

“Aggravated. Now that is a feeling I understand.” Sephiroth cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “You’re awfully charming, lying in the dirt.”

“Why thank you.” He smiled as Sephiroth lowered his head and kissed him. “And what do you intend to do with me?”

“Do?”

“Well you’ve got me pinned to the ground beneath that lovely big body of yours. I just assumed…” Zack watched the puzzled expression in the green eyes, and grinned broadly. “Never occurred to you in a million years that maybe you could be the one on top for a change, did it?”

“I like having you on top. I like having you inside of me.”

“You like having me do all the work because secretly you’re a lazy bugger at heart.”

“That is very accurate.”

Zack laughed. “Well it’s up to you. I mean you went through all this work to catch me, would be a shame to let me go.”

“I suppose it would.”

Sephiroth looked his quarry over, like a cat that has caught his first bird and had no real idea what to do with it. He settled over him and kissed him, resting his weight on his elbows, bringing his hands up to tangle into Zack’s black hair. Zack smiled and closed his eyes, letting Sephiroth work out what he wanted to do, relaxing beneath him and letting him have complete control.

“I trust you,” he said quietly. “Just follow your instincts.”

Sephiroth had instincts, all right. What he did not have was experience or an ability to differentiate between what he liked and what Zack might like. He was not terribly good at figuring things out on his own. Sephiroth had been bred and raised for war. Battles he could plan and win with terrifying efficiency. Making love to his boyfriend was another matter altogether. And the fact that Zack was not the one on top for a change was just plain confusing.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Zack smiled, eyes closed, utterly submissive. “Sure you do, Baby. Just follow your urges.”

Well he could certainly do that, he knew what he wanted to do, and if Zack said that was okay, then Zack would know. So he ripped the worn fatigue pants from his body and mounted him.

“DAMMIT, BABY! THAT HURT!”

“You said follow my urges. And that was what my urges were telling me.”

“OFF!”

Sephiroth backed off, and Zack sat up. “First off, Baby, we need lubricant of some kind. Second… let me take a shower and I will meet you in the bedroom and we can try this again.”

Zack went to the half-finished bathroom to shower, eventually showing up, damp and naked, in the bedroom. Outside it had started to rain, just a light early summer shower to dampen the June grass. Zack slid under the covers with Sephiroth and drew him close, kissing him, smiling as Sephiroth nuzzled close, then nipped him. At first Zack though he was just going to do his submissive kitty routine and make Zack get on top, but Sephiroth for once seemed to have decided he would like to take control. Once more Zack let him have the upper hand and lay back against the pillows, closing his eyes, showing his lover he trusted him.

He grinned as he felt himself being nibbled, and brought his arms up to wrap around Sephiroth’s neck, loving the cool feel of his long hair, and his broad, strong shoulders. He drew a breath, head falling back as he felt large hands moving over his body, uttering soft sounds as he was caressed and touched.

“You know I like it better when you’re on top,” said Sephiroth. “Seems less complicated that way.”

“Baby if you really don’t want to be on top, I don’t mind.”

“Yes but you do everything around here. I thought you might like having me do something for you for a change.” He leaned close and whispered into Zack’s ear. “I heard the stories about you, you know. I know how much you like a man inside you.”

“Lies, all of it, told by the several dozen guys who fucked me.”

“And that was just your first night. You’re a nasty little slut and I don’t know why I love you.”

“Probably because I’m a nasty little slut.”

Sephiroth smiled, then kissed him. “Well no one else gets on top of you but me, is that quite clear?”

Zack opened his eyes, looking up at Sephiroth. “I don’t want anyone other than you. I love you. It would make me sick to let someone else have me.”

Sephiroth looked down at him, touching his face. “You shouldn’t love me after everything I have done. I hurt you.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I get for bothering you when you’re busy decapitating dead things.”

“Zack…”

“Baby, it doesn’t matter, okay? It’s gone, it was a thousand years ago, and it doesn’t matter. What matters is what we have now. Okay? What matters is making you well and building our life together. I love you, and I forgive you. Not that you need it, it was all those fucking Shinra geniuses and fucking Hojo filling your body with crap and alien cells and lying about who your mother was. Fucking son of a bitch he SENT you there on purpose, you KNOW he did, the scrawny little dried up cum-stain. I wish…”

Sephiroth silenced Zack’s rage with a kiss, settling over top of him, caressing his strong body. Zack was only too happy to let Sephiroth distract him from his rant. He sighed, returning the kiss, arms around the strong body over top of his. Oh man he hoped Baby didn’t change his mind, this was just too nice.

He stretched and groaned, enjoying letting his lover slowly investigate his body, shivering as his fingers traced exploratory lines over his skin, uttering a surprised little cry as Sephiroth lowered his head to lightly close his lips over one nipple. It was so good to be touched and caressed this way, to just sink back into the pillows and let somebody else be in charge for once. Zack suddenly realized how badly stressed he had been, and how very much he had needed this. He melted into the yielding bedding, passive and soft, and just let Sephiroth have his way.

“This is really nice,” he said quietly.

Sephiroth kissed him, then sat up. Zack felt him reach across his body and pick up something, then heard the familiar sound of the bottle of oil being opened. The heavy fragrance of ginseng and opium filled the air, and Zack felt the cool touch of drops being spilled across his body. Splash by miniscule splash, the oil fell down to his fair skin, moving from his throat down to his chest, wandering down his torso and finally onto his penis. Then the bottle was set aside, and strong hands began massaging the pale golden fluid slowly into his flesh. The oil had been a gift from Cloud, and where he got it Zack had no idea, but he strongly suspected it was something Reno had concocted. Seems Cloud’s little red-haired vixen had more than a few talents he reserved for only his lover. All he knew was afterward he and Sephiroth would be more than happy to just lie back and watch the world go by. An altogether fantastic way to spend the day.

Sephiroth worked Zack’s muscles, caressing him, smoothing away weeks of stress and hard work. He was lulled almost into a trance by the time the soothing hands made their way down to his penis, clasping it, stroking it. Then Zack shuddered, gasping quietly as he felt the wet heat of Sephiroth’s mouth envelope him. He jumped as the hand that had been stroking him but moments ago now slid between his thighs, seeking and finding his tight opening and gently pushing in. Hopefully all this lovely gentle stimulation would not suddenly end with him getting ingloriously pounced on once more. But Sephiroth did not seem to have any interest in pouncing. He kept gently working on Zack, arousing him, slipping a second finger inside of him, causing Zack’s hips to rise off the bed. Zack reached down to take hold of Sephiroth’s long hair, tangling his fingers into the lengths of white silk.

Then the mouth slipped off his penis, and he felt the cool air touch him. Sephiroth softly kissed the head, then moved over top of Zack, who drew his legs up, anticipating him. He felt Sephiroth position himself over top of him, moving his hips forward, slowly guiding himself into him. Then they were joined, and Zack slid his arms around Sephiroth, pulling him close, holding him tightly as he felt him fully enter.

“I’ve wanted this so long,” Zack whispered.

“You should have said something.”

“I didn’t want to put any pressure on you. I don’t want to ever see you worried or stressed again.”

Sephiroth kissed him. “Well I will worry if I think you are constantly hiding things from me to protect me. But I confess that I too am guilty of hiding things from you.”

“Such as?” Zack asked, then smiled as he felt Sephiroth lightly bite his neck.

“I’ll tell you after this. I promise.”

Zack laughed quietly. “Fine.”

He cried out as he felt Sephiroth begin to thrust into him, slow and forceful, making sure that each thrust went in its deepest, then pulled nearly completely out. It was almost insanity inducing, and Zack writhed in appreciation, moaning.

“We’ll have to do this more often, I think,” said Sephiroth.

“Oh absolutely.”

“But I still prefer you on top.”

“That’s fine, I will get on top of you as often as you like, just make sure to return the favour once in a while.”

“Well, now that I see you this way, passive and passionate and oh so lovely, I shall.” Sephiroth kissed him. “I rather like the view from up here.”

Zack whimpered, then cried out loudly as Sephiroth began thrusting harder. He held the slim, strong body hard, drawing his legs up further, shuddering and gasping, his lips parted, eyes closed, his body gleaming with sweat. It seemed to go on forever. Sephiroth had clearly not only been enjoying having Zack inside of him, he had taken careful note of what felt best, and how to prolong the pleasure. He went deep and slow, forceful without being rough, moving his entire body in such a way that Zack’s extremely hard penis was stroked by the movement of his stomach. Green feline eyes narrowed as Zack gradually came undone, finally reduced to a panting lump of molten flesh.

“I’m not going to last.”

Sephiroth smiled evilly. “Oh, I think you will.” He pulled back, slowing his thrusts, making them more shallow, raising his warm stomach from Zack’s hard cock. Zack threw his head back and screamed.

“BASTARD!”

“I am. But I thought you knew that.”

“Baby don’t torture me like this. Please.”

Sephiroth lowered his head and kissed him. “Oh I think I like hearing you beg.”

“C’mon. Please.”

“In a moment.”

“PLEASE!”

“In a moment.”

Zack flung his head back, his whole body screaming with frustration and impending release denied. Sephiroth kissed him again.

“I’m cruel, I know. I just never realized how lovely you were when losing your mind.”

Zack growled in dissatisfaction, then cried “You wanna hear me beg? Okay I’m begging! I’m pleading! Just PLEASE…!”

Sephiroth pushed in full length, and the noise Zack made truly defied description, somewhere between a panther and an opera singer. He clutched him hard, fingernails driving into the white flesh as he bit onto his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and his entire body shuddered as something hot and wet splashed across Sephiroth’s stomach. Finally he collapsed, utterly spent, drained and weakened, helpless beneath his lover.

Satisfied at having reduced Zack to a heap of exhausted flesh, Sephiroth turned his attention to his own pleasure, driving hard and deep, clutching Zack as, with a final violent thrust, he slammed deep, his hard cock throbbing as he pumped heated fluid inside of him. A spasm rocked his body, jerking as a second pulse of semen followed, then a third. Then finally Sephiroth relaxed, breathing out a sigh as he laid his head on Zack’s shoulder, weakly reaching up one large hand to stroke his dark damp hair. There was a long, blissful silence, then Zack half-heartedly pushed at Sephiroth’s shoulder.

“You’re heavy,” he whispered.

Sephiroth moved off Zack, and smiled as he felt him snuggle close. Sephiroth turned his head to kiss Zack’s brow.

“So was I good?”

“No you were rotten, torturing me like that.” He grinned, and raised his head, looking into his lover’s eyes. “I am so crazy about you. I love you.”

“I know.” Sephiroth kissed him softly. “And truly, I do not deserve you. But I am thankful every day that I have you.”

“I feel the same way,” said Zack quietly. “I just wish I could have saved you.”

Sephiroth smiled slightly, a warm loving smile as opposed to his usual cold nasty smirk. “You did save me. That’s all that matters.”

Zack gently stroked his hand down his white flesh, trailing his fingers over his chest and stomach. Then he raised his head and looked at Sephiroth’s body.

“You’re gaining a bit of weight. Looks good on you. You were way too thin for too long.”

“I’m going to get bigger, too. Should go on for another two months.”

Zack laughed. “What? Are you now planning your weight fluctuations, Mister Sephiroth?”

“You could say that. You know how I said that I too was keeping secrets?”

“Mmm?” said Zack. He had laid his head on his lover’s chest, listening to his heart beat, running his hand over his stomach. “So what is your secret? I already know about your garlic pickle addiction.”

“Yes well, there is little point in attempting to hide that.”

Zack giggled. “Yeah, well, some people tried. The media branch of Shinra did not want it known that The Great Sephiroth liked snarfing down garlic pickles.”

“Really? How perfectly bizarre.”

Zack snorted. “Well having watched you eat them, and seen the obscene amount of delight you get out of sucking the juice out of them, I can see how that would hardly make for family viewing. I mean come on, impressionable minds were at stake here, not to mention the sex toy industry after all those young virile men and women got through watching what you could do with a brine-soaked cucumber. Who the hell wants a dildo after that?”

Sephiroth laughed, quietly. “I’m innocent I tell you! I just really like them!”

“Then there’s that thing you do with your unagi…”

“I like unagi.”

“I know, I’ve watched you have oral sex with it.”

“I am not that bad!”

Zack laughed, and kissed him. “Yes you are. But I hereby request that you only eat pickles and unagi with me around.”

“Hopefully you will not demand that I eat them at the same time.”

“Eat them any way you please.” Zack kissed him again. “Now what is your big secret?”

Sephiroth lay on his back, looking into Zack’s eyes, his own eyes warm and loving. He then said the absolute last thing on earth Zack thought he would ever hear.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Bullshit. C’mon, what’s your secret?”

“My secret is that I am pregnant.”

Zack nipped his nose. “Baby there is no way that you have a bun in the oven because you don’t have an oven. Let me tell you where babies come from. See you have a mommy, and you have a daddy...”

Sephiroth took Zack’s hand and placed it over his stomach, pressing it lightly against the cool flesh. For the first time, Zack began to wonder if maybe his husband was telling the truth. He, waited, then suddenly yanked his hand away as if he had been burned.

“I felt movement.”

“Yes, she’s been most active.”

Zack snapped his gaze to Sephiroth, staring at him, then looked down at his stomach again, once more placing his hand on it.

“This isn’t possible. It can’t be happening. This is a physical impossibility! Baby you… how the FUCK did you manage this?”

Sephiroth put his hand over Zack’s. “I have enormous control over my body, Zack. I can grow wings, I can dematerialize, I can even shape-shift into other people if I want. And once Aeris spelled out for me the workings of the human reproductive cycle and how the egg is fertilized to become a child, I simply set my mind to willing the organs necessary for carrying a baby.”

He blinked at Zack, looking terribly pleased with himself. Zack fought an urge to curl into a foetal position and suck his thumb.

“But why didn’t you discuss this with me?”

“Well you’re the one who taught me to follow my feelings. I wanted a baby. So I made one.”

Zack made a small sound of distress, then lowered his head to rest his brow against Sephiroth’s chest. He shook his head, making it waggle back and forth.

“Baby, a baby is a huge responsibility! It takes a lot of preparation and two parents. It’s not something you can just do as a side-project without telling me!”

Sephiroth gave him a puzzled look. “You mean you want to be involved in this?”

Zack raised his head, looking stunned and puzzled. “Do I want to be involved?! Baby I’m the father, of course I want to be involved! Why would you think…?”

Zack suddenly realized exactly why Sephiroth did not think he would be the least bit interested in the child; certainly from his point of view it had seemed as if no one had been the least bit interested in him when he was a child. Zack suddenly grabbed him and pulled him close, holding him tightly.

“Baby I want to be a part of your whole life, not just the bits that are convenient, okay? And don’t you ever do something like this without telling me again. Now how far along are you, how long do we have to prepare?”

“Seven months.”

“We have seven months to prepare?”

“No I am seven months along.”

Zack fought an urge to get off the bed and beat his head against the floor. “Okay. It will be a bit tight but we can do this. We need a crib, clothes, toys, diapers…”

“You’re angry with me.”

Zack shook his head and blinked, looking at his lover. “Angry? No. I am absolutely not angry. Shocked, yes. A bit stunned and surprised, yes. But not angry.” He held him close, resting his cheek against the top of Sephiroth’s head. “I am not angry in the least, Baby.” He smiled. “I think the expression would be ‘blown away’.”

“You’re sure you’re not angry?”

Zack rolled onto his back, pulling Sephiroth with him so that he could hold him closer, comforting him, once more taking charge and making sure everything was all right. “I’m not. You don’t have a thing to worry about, okay? I’ll take care of everything. It’s all going to be okay. You just rest, and in a while I’ll get up and make dinner. All your favourites. Have to make sure my family is well fed and happy.” He grinned broadly. “Cloud is gonna shit a tank when he finds out about this. Can’t wait to tell him.”

Sephiroth raised his head, narrowing his eyes and looking wicked. “Let’s not tell him anything, let’s wait until he shows up for the garden party.”

“Why not, Baby?”

“If Cloud craps a tank, I don’t want to miss it.”