Family

A Special Valentine’s
Gift

To: All Our Reviewers and Readers

One-shot: A side story to Family: Chapter 26: At Last

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money from the writing of this story.

Pairing: Tseng/Rufus

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 style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>WARNED.

Flames will be ignored.

class=GramE>oOoOoOo

Looking out of his high-rise office window, the leader of
the Turks sighed. He had just finished a phone
call with Cid Highwind, explaining as little as
possible to the irate captain, about the capture
of Sephiroth.

Rufus had wanted him style='color:fuchsia'>to let any one of the AVALANCHE members know that
Cloud’s lover was still at the military complex. Tseng didn’t understand Rufus’
reasoning for the tip off. It was possible that
he would never understand. Still, the Turk
was just glad that the pregnant young blond style='color:fuchsia'>had escaped from Hojo style='color:fuchsia'>clutches.  

Taking a seat, style='color:black'>Tseng loosened
his tie a little and unstyle='color:fuchsia'>did the first
button of his pristine white dress shirt, before
pulling the important papers on his desk towards himself once more and going
back over the
notes yet again with a critical eye, trying to find
out just why Hojo was sending research teams
to the Northern Crater.

Disappointed at still not being
able to find anything, Tsengstyle='color:fuchsia'> returned the papers neatly to his folder style='color:fuchsia'>case, slamming style='color:fuchsia'>it closestyle='color:fuchsia'>d with a sense of frustration. He stood, craning his
head side to side to work out the kinks that had developed from being bent over his desk too
long.

The words he had just been
staring at, although in his own script, had
been beginning to blur in front of his eyes.
He had been over and over his subordinate’s
reports for what seemed like foreverstyle='color:fuchsia'>. In reality,
Tseng had only been reading for a day and a
half. But he desperately
wanted something tangible to present to Rufus. He needed something that
would make his lover give the order style='color:fuchsia'>that would finally have
that maniac out of their livesstyle='color:fuchsia'>, once and for all.

Pushing back his chair, style='color:black'>Tseng stood, turning
again to face the wide clear glass style='color:fuchsia'>window and absent mindedly placstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing a hand down over
his flat stomach. He smiled, thinking of the
treasure that resided in there. He and his
lover had created another life. style='color:fuchsia'>He knew it for definite now, after class=SpellE>Gast had come over to
his apartment a few hours after he had hung
up from his frantic phone call. The scientist had
confirmed what his home pregnancy style='color:fuchsia'>test had showed him,
what he hadn’t wanted to believe.

class=GramE>oOo Flashback
oOo

The toys style='color:fuchsia'>that had been strewn around the living room wstyle='color:fuchsia'>ere now put back into their storage containers style='color:fuchsia'>and safely tucked away in his son’s room, wstyle='color:fuchsia'>here Tsume style='color:fuchsia'>was sound asleep on his pallet, next to his puppy.

Tseng shook his head
at the pair. They were rather cute, cuddled up on
the blanket in the middle of the floor, each passtyle='color:fuchsia'>sed out from a hard morning of play. style='color:fuchsia'>He smiled at his little son, a feeling of pride swelling
his heart. Rufus could never have given him a better gift.

style='color:fuchsia'>Turning quietly from the room, Tseng made his way into
the living quarters and sat down, tapping his feet imstyle='color:black'>patiently. He was
nervous, and anxious, which didn’t make his queasy stomach feel any the better.
He had telephoned work style='color:fuchsia'>earlier, letting Rufus know that he would not be
in, and telling him that if he needed
anything, Elena was in charge.

style='color:fuchsia'>He checked the time on his watch again, counting the
minutes, waiting for Professor Gast to arrive style='color:fuchsia'>and still his frazzled nerves.

The doorbell chimed.

“Hello, Professor,”
Tseng greeted in a low hushed tone. He
didn’t want Tsume or the pup to wake-up while class=SpellE>Gast was here.

“Hello, my boy,” the
professor greeted back, immediately castyle='color:fuchsia'>tching the young man’s meaning by keeping his style='color:fuchsia'>own voice down. He
stepped in quietly through the opened front door. “So, style='color:fuchsia'>show me to where you want me
to conduct the exam.”

“Right this way,
please,” Tseng said, leadstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing the professor
back into his bedroom. He closed the door with a soft click and went to his
chest-of-drawers to make sure the baby
monitor was switched on. He needed to know
if Tsume was up and about. He
didn’t want his son walking in on him
at the wrong moment.

“Istyle='color:fuchsia'>’ll need you to put this on, and lay down on the
bed for me, please,” Gast instructed
after he had washed his hands while Tseng had been checkstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing the baby listening device. style='color:fuchsia'>The professor also placed a towel on style='color:fuchsia'>top of the bed in order not to soil the style='color:fuchsia'>expensive covering with anything.

Taking the flimsy style='color:fuchsia'>garment, Tseng did as he was told, style='color:fuchsia'>while Gast style='color:fuchsia'>discreetly turned
around to wait for Tseng to dress in the offered examination
gown.

“Lay perfectly still
for me, okay?” Gast said,
as he retrieved his stethoscope from within his
worn and battered doctor’style='color:fuchsia'>s bag. Then, bending
low, he began.

“style='color:black'>Now, breath in
deeply for me…exhale…Again…one more time…Okay, now I’m just going to take your
vitals…There, almost finished. Tell me if this hurts at all.”

style='color:fuchsia'>Tseng meekly complied with everything the professor
ordered him to do, keeping one ear at all times on the monitor beside the bed.

style='color:fuchsia'>The professor placed
his cold hands on Tseng’s exposed stomach,
causing the dark haired man to jump a little
at the unexpected contact. class=SpellE>Gast poked around his
abdomen, until the Turk grunted in surprise.

“That doesn’t feel too
good right there, Professor G,” Tseng
admitted. He had the urge to heave from the pressure
on his stomach. He swallowed thickly to keep his morning meal down.

“Your lower abdomen
feels a little hard—not the compact of muscles that I feel in the upper
portion. Have you been having any dizzy spells?”

“No.”

“Vomiting?”

“Yes.”

“When?”style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>

“Early
in the morning.” Tseng’s answers
were clear and concise.

“I need to do a pelvic
exam,” Gaststyle='color:fuchsia'> said, standing and putting the stethoscope away. “Raise
your knees up to your chest, Tseng. And
again, please don’t move.”

Gaststyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> quickly snapped on latex gloves and
squeezed a hefty amount of gel onto the
fingers of his right hand, before insertstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing them carefully into
Tseng’s uncovered opening. With his left hand, Gast
gently but firmly pressed down on Tseng’s stomach, feeling around his ovaries.

Tseng, as embarrassed
as he was, remained quiet, sucking in air when he could, before style='color:fuchsia'>releasing a deep sigh
of relief when Gast gestured for him to lower
his legs.

“Okay, Tseng, you can
get dressed,” Gast said after stripping off his
gloves and balling them up, throwing them away in a plastic bag he style='color:fuchsia'>had brought with him.
“Well, everything looks good. From what I
can tell, you’re about two, maybe three months pregnant. But I won’t know for
sure without conducting an ultra-sound scan.
You’re going to need plenty of rest, and nostyle='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> heavy
lifting. See me in about a month’s time for….”
Gast paused to look at the shocked man style='color:fuchsia'>still sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Tseng?”style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>

“I’m fine, Professor.
I’m fine. Thanks for coming,” Tseng replied with a slight smilestyle='color:fuchsia'>, sitting for a moment taking the news in, before
re-dressing and walking the older gentleman to the front door.

Gaststyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> turned before exiting. “You need to let him
know,” he said, patting Tseng on the shoulder, and taking his leave.

class=GramE>oOo End
flashback oOo

Yet, Tseng still hadn’t told
Rufus. After all that they had been through,
Tseng couldn’t allow Rufus to know of this child—not yet,
at least.

A knock at his door took him from his thoughtsstyle='color:fuchsia'>, and he came back to the present as the door opened.
“Yes, Elena?”

“You have a message, sir.”

Tseng waved for his work-partner
to hand over the note style='color:fuchsia'>she carried. “Thank you.”

He ripped open the sealed
envelope and glanced down at the message it contained, frowning.

Damn, him! Well, there’s no sense in hanging
around here, Tseng thought with
blatant misery. Another Valentine’s Day bites the dust.

“Not a problem, Tseng?”

“Elena?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why don’t you take what little
is left of the day off,” he offered.

“Tseng, it’s you who needs to take the style='color:fuchsia'>time off, not me,” Elena shot back. style='color:fuchsia'>“Why don’t you go home early?”

“I am. Rufus just said that I can leavestyle='color:fuchsia'>,” he replied, motioning the held missive in his hand. “He’s
remaining here at the complex to complete a
deadline for an important meeting.style='color:fuchsia'>” Tseng paused, hoping Elena hadn’t picked up on the
disappointment in his voice. He put on a brave smile. “Besides, I thought
you told me the other week that you had
something special planned for Valentine’s Day? Or is Reeve pulling an all class=SpellE>nighter?”

The Turk leader had never
seen his subordinate blush at the mention of her beau’s name before. style='color:fuchsia'>Now, the woman’s cheeks were rosy and aglow, her head and
eyes dipped coyly. The world was just full of surprises.

“No,Tseng.
I am meeting Reeve tonight, so don’t
expect me in tomorrow,” Elena said, smiling happily.
She gratefully accepted the Turks leaders offer to leave early, and grabbing
her coat and bag, she ran for the lift, leaving Tseng style='color:fuchsia'>to clear off his desk and lock up style='color:fuchsia'>the files, before
going home himself.

Just before getting into his
car, Tseng sighed, looking back up at the
tall building, trying to refrain from gnashing
his teeth and pulling out his gun to shoot something.
Rufus had managed royally
to fuck up his romantic plans for tonight. style='color:fuchsia'>He had even organized it that Rstyle='color:fuchsia'>ude would be babysitting
Tsume for him.

He custyle='color:blue'>rsed as he slammed the
car door closed. Didn’t the man know that it was their
anniversary?

class=GramE>oOoOoOo

What went un-noticed by Tseng as he entered his apartmentstyle='color:fuchsia'>, coat in one hand, file case in the other, was style='color:fuchsia'>the fact that it was in
darkness. Usually, when Rstyle='color:fuchsia'>ude watched his son, the bald-headed Turk left at
least one light on in the living roomstyle='color:fuchsia'>. But it was pitch-black.

Not thinking of anything out of the ordinary, style='color:fuchsia'>reaching out a hand and switching on a light style='color:fuchsia'>automatically, Tseng called out, “Rstyle='color:fuchsia'>ude?”

What took Tseng by surprise next
was not the absence of his fellow Turk but…

“Roses?”style='color:fuchsia'>

Long, freshly cut thorn less roses, sat style='color:fuchsia'>on the middle of his coffee table in an elegant
crystal frosted vase. Their delicate scent
finally penetrated his nose, and Tseng went across
the room, looking down at the exquisite bouquet
of two dozen blooms, and plucking the style='color:black'>attached card that was
tucked among them.

Roses arestyle='color:fuchsia'> blue, violets are red….

I’m terrible with colors but….

I’m wicked in bed!

Blue eyes welled up with tears as
Tseng read the small post note at the bottom of the comic verse.

Even after all this
time, never forget that…… I still love you.

“You thought that I had forgotstyle='color:fuchsia'>ten, didn’t you, Tseng?”

Startled by his lover’s voice coming
from behind him, the Turk dropped the note he
was holding and turned to stare at
his partner, nodding his head in acquiesce.

Rufus casually strolled over to Tseng, style='color:fuchsia'>his slow graceful movements accentuated by the fall and
drape of the black silk pajamas bottoms and matching shirt style='color:fuchsia'>he was dressedstyle='color:fuchsia'> in. The top was opened,
exposing the Shin-Ra executive’sstyle='color:fuchsia'> bare torso, and Tseng’s eyes roamed over style='color:fuchsia'>the blond’s body hungrily.

“Rufus, I…”

The executive didn’t give his lover time to explain anything;
there was nothing to explain. Closing the gap
between them Rufus reached Tsengstyle='color:fuchsia'>, and drew him into his arms, kissing style='color:fuchsia'>him breathless.

Dropping his coat and file case
from fingers no longer interested in holding onto such trivial things,
Tseng wrapped his arms around Rufus’ neck, and proceeded to pull the silk
garment from his lover’s slim tan shouldersstyle='color:fuchsia'>, exposing his upper part completely.

Rufus style='color:fuchsia'>lifted his mouth from Tsstyle='color:red'>eng’s style='color:fuchsia'>lips, and latched onto style='color:fuchsia'>his neck style='color:fuchsia'>instead, biting and
sucking on the smooth column of flesh. His
impatient hands rippstyle='color:fuchsia'>ed the buttons of style='color:fuchsia'>Tsestyle='color:fuchsia'>ng’s shirt offstyle='color:fuchsia'>, wanting their hot, flushed skin to be in contact.

For once, Tseng didn’t protest about another one of style='color:fuchsia'>his expensive shirts being ruined beyond repairstyle='color:fuchsia'>. He liked this unexpected display of affection from
Rufus, this urgent way that he kissed him, touched him, and style='color:fuchsia'>he let himself go in the moment.

Not bothering to go to
the bedroom, Rufus guided his lover down onto
the Persian rug in front of the fireplace. Neither
man cared that it hadn’t been lit. Their own rising body heat was more than
enough to keep them warm. Rufus lifted up off of Tseng’s prone body just long
enough to kick his loose pants off his legs, before lying on one hip and
watching, as his eyes silently told his lover to strip.

Tseng quickly divested
himself of the rest of his clothes, and astyle='color:fuchsia'>s he lay back naked and waited for his lover to
claim him, he agonized briefly about telling
Rufus of their new, impending child.

“Rufus, I really need…”

“Shh….. Tsume
is being well taken
care of,” Rufus said, misunderstanding style='color:black'>Tseng’s concern. “This
is our night. Just you and me….together, alone.”
And so saying, Rufus cut Tseng off style='color:fuchsia'>from saying anything else by seizing style='color:fuchsia'>his swollen lips once more in another bruising kiss.

Groaning, Tseng let Rufus guide his body style='color:fuchsia'>into submission, as a
strong hand fondled his firming penis. Rufus dipped
his head and glided his tongue around
a pink pebbled nipple before nibbling on it,
teasing it with his teeth while worrying its
mate with pinching fingers. Tsengstyle='color:fuchsia'>’s back arched and rose off the rug at the action,
digging his blunt nails into Rufus’ back.

The executive released his hold
on the now peaked nubs, continuing on
his journey with his tongue to lave the style='color:fuchsia'>indented belly button, before encountering a
forest of fine downy curls of hair.

Rufus didn’t stop his torture of licking style='color:fuchsia'>there, resuming his journey and lapping down the
front side of his lover’s hard, erect member.
He advanced onto the tip to briefly suck the dripping mushroom head style='color:fuchsia'>clean of pre-come, and nipped
gently on the sensitized underside.

Tseng whimpered at the style='color:fuchsia'>erotic sensation of
Rufus’ tongue sliding back and fstyle='color:black'>orth over his slit. Juices began
to flow from his anal passagestyle='color:fuchsia'>, preparing him for penetration.

“Take me, Rufus,” he pleaded,
his breathing coming in panting gasps. Tseng was needy for his lover’s
prick.

Coming back to Tseng lips, Rufus heatedstyle='color:fuchsia'>ly whispered in his ear, “Guide me into your ass,
love. I’m going to fuck you until your neighbors complain about all the noise
we’re making.”

Doing as he was instructed,
Tseng reached down between their bodies and took hold of Rufus’ erection,
leading the enlarged organ directly to his aching opening.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Ahstyle='color:fuchsia'>hhhh…..”
was his only senseless
response, as Rufus pushed in inch by delicious inch, until he couldn’t
go any deeper.

“Now, my lovely, Turk, this is going to be one Valentine’s
Day you will never forget,” Rufus promised,
pulling out and slamming back style='color:fuchsia'>with force into the slick canal style='color:fuchsia'>that enclosed him so snugly.

Rising up to style='color:fuchsia'>lean over his mate, Rufus
stabbed further instyle='color:fuchsia'>to the scrumptious heat of his lover. style='color:fuchsia'>With pounding, thrusting moves, he built Tseng up to
the point of bursting, stopping right at the
pivotal point. Rufus was being a deliberate cock
tease, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to
be an attentive lover tonight.  style='color:#339966'>He wanted Tseng to know
how much he meant to himstyle='color:blue'>—just style='color:blue'>how much he loved his raven haired assassin.

Again, but this time with
leisurely measured strokes, Rufus worked Tseng
into a frenzy, moving his body in and out of the
clutching vice like grip that wanted to hold him, that pulsed and throbbed around
his deeply embedded organ. The sound of skin slapping against skin style='color:fuchsia'>was the only soundstyle='color:fuchsia'> to be heard in the room, until Tseng style='color:fuchsia'>could stand no more, and begged style='color:fuchsia'>Rufus to let him come.

But Rufus, being the sadistic bastard that he was, carried
on as if he hadn’t hearstyle='color:fuchsia'>d his lover pleading with him to style='color:fuchsia'>give him release. 
He kept right on with his style='color:black'>torment of slow love
making, sliding in deeply and pulling out almost to complete extraction, before
beginning the unhurried inward thrust again.

It was agonizing for style='color:black'>Tseng. His entire body
overly sensitive to what Rufus was doing to him, he
didn’t know if he could handle any more of this
pleasing sensation. With
eyes closed, he tossed his head side to side, pushing his hips up, wanting to
force Rufus into setting him free.

With a small sob of relief,
Tseng’s painful, straining erection gave
a jerk as soon as Rufus style='color:fuchsia'>mercifully closed his hand around itstyle='color:fuchsia'>, pumping it with vigor until Tseng exploded. The
creamy rope of liquid squirted up into the
air, and landed on Rufus’ chest. style='color:fuchsia'>Unperturbed, the blond never ceased his style='color:fuchsia'>slow hip movement within his loverstyle='color:fuchsia'>, continuing the actions of entering and sliding out, in
the same measured way.

As the expelled seed of Tseng
dribbled down his skin, Rufus paused to catch his breath and to get
control over his own impending orgasm. It was a wondrous sight, watching his lovestyle='color:fuchsia'>d one release his load. Rufus
lifted a hand, and style='color:black'>ran his fingers through
the cooling come, raising it to his open mouth,
tasting Tseng’s essence. His hips began their
slow movement once again.

Tseng’s style='color:fuchsia'>breath hitched in his throat. He was coming
undone. Watching
wide eyed as Rufus licked his hand
clean of his ejaculate caused his manhood to
stir for a second time, and he rocked his body
upwards, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Rufus, digging his ankles into
the small of the blonde’s back, and urging him to completion.

The encompassing tightness
around Rufus’ body, both inside and outside, made him give up the achingly slow
thrusts he had up until then been enjoying. 
Now, his motions sped up, and he began to pound brutally into Tseng’s
willing opening, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the urgent need in his
loins took over all else, as the burning desire to be one with Tseng made
everything else fade into nothingness. 

The man that Rufus was disappeared,
and in his place was a beast taking its mate, uncaring of how rough or hard the
coupling was, only knowing that the compliant body beneath his own belonged to
him, and was his for the taking.  And
take he did……

Not long afterwards, Rufus came with a shout,style='color:fuchsia'> his essence filling his lover’s bowels completely, the
warm fluid leaking out of the softly closing opening as he pulled free. Tseng,
panting for breath, gave a shout of his own, as he
spilled again, this time into his hand, which he discreetly rubbed clean on the
carpet.

Sated and content, Rufus
pulled his lover close to him, style='color:fuchsia'>reaching out and grabbing
the sheet that he had conveniently planted
near the hearth earlier before Tseng arrived home,
along with a set of pillows…. and a small box bound
up in gift paper.

Covering them over, and placing
the pillows beneath their heads, Rufus deeply inhaled style='color:fuchsia'>Tseng’s cinnamon-spiced
scent, brushing aside style='color:fuchsia'>the stray strands
of hair from Tseng sweaty face. His straight
dark hair had worked free from out of the binding that
normally held it neatly in place, which was fine with Rufus, style='color:fuchsia'>for he loved it when Tseng’s hair was loose style='color:fuchsia'>and flowing. It made the
Turk appear evenstyle='color:blue'> more tempting.

Nearly asleep from their lovemaking, Tseng yawned—style='color:blue'>Rufus had style='color:blue'>never handled him so well.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, love,” Rufus prodded. He was sleepy
himself, but he wasn’t going to let
Valentine’s Day slip by without giving Tseng
his gift.

“Hm,” Tseng purred. His bodystyle='color:fuchsia'> tingling pleasantly
in the aftermath of their erotic dance, he was
fighting to keep his eyes open. style='color:fuchsia'>But his blue orbs widened
a friction at the small package Rufus was holding out for him, style='color:#339966'>shaking it a bit to
entice him to accept the beautiful wrapped package.

Sitting up, and accepting
it with some trepidation, Tseng glanced up
at his lover. Not receiving any type of indication to what it might be, the
Turk leader carefully opened it.

“Oh!” Tseng exclaimed, as he gazed down
in wonder at an eight karat three diamond ring, and not just any ring…..style='color:fuchsia'>an engagement ring.

“Marry me.”

class=GramE>oOo owari class=SpellE>oOo

A/N: Well, how was that? I don’t know about any of you but,
a cold shower is definitely called for after this heart poundstyle='color:fuchsia'>ing scene, wouldn’t you say?

I’m just keeping up with tradition about having a
sweetheart. Hope every one enjoyed this. See everyone in the next chapter of style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Family.

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