Sanguis Jus Soli

Eighth Heaven Bar
Neo-Midgar, Commercial District
Dawn

Barret wiped the glass clean with his hand and grumbled. He had never really been a good bartender, that's why he let Tifa do all that stuff. Still, he was at least able to get the customers in and out without any injuries or complaints so he guessed he was doing decently.

The dim speakers over the head played some exotic drum and vibe based music from someplace he had never heard of before. He sighed and wished that he didn't have to be 'educated' in music so often. But, the local radio stations all had 'neo-idealists' running them. In other words, they viewed all music as a bad thing, but that wasn't always a bad thing.

Finishing his polish on the glass, Barret placed the glass mug underneath the bar and reached over to grab his poolstick. Not that he had a pool table, but he had to have some way to control the masses; thus the stick and the TV hanging from the ceiling.

Poking the switch for the power Barret placed the poolstick down back behind the bar again. A low humming began to emerge from the ancient device he had traded off some tech guy as he was travelling through in exchange for a few spare gil. It definitely wasn't the Luxitor Plasma Screen they had installed in Seventh Heaven but Tifa couldn't grab enough people or entertainment to pay for that kind of bill at the moment.

Barret had been kind of surprised about that. He figured there'd be people breaking down the swinging door because of their fame. But, annoyingly, everyone seemed to just want to get a glimpse of Cloud, the Savior of Humanity. Not a one of them bought a drink, except for the ones that thought that would magically get them an answer to Cloud's whereabouts.

He couldn't help but feel a little empathetic for the spikey-haired ex-SOLDIER. After all, the media was all over him. Hundreds of advertising companies had stormed him when he got off the Highwind at the local airport, begging and pleading that he sign their contracts as if their families lives depended on it.

Then there was the mob of fangirls and boys. He had become a mass-marketed thing back home it seemed and so children and teenagers had literally bum-rushed the planet's savior, begging for him to sign their pieces of paper, their books, their jewelry, and even a few adventurous breasts, butts, and backs. Cloud had turned to him and Vincent with hopeful eyes and Barret had gotten him out of the situation quickly the only way he knew.

His hand nuzzled his cheek, which was still sore from the encounter with the police. Apparently they didn't find his distraction a funny thing. He had fired his gun into the air and a nearby policeman literally jumped on him, frothing at the mouth with anger, and told him to never fire his gun within city limits.

He had thrown the policeman off thinking he'd get off easy. The policeman instead simply dusted off his jacket and punched him square in the jaw, demanding what he would've done if that bullet had come down on someone's head. He growled that nobody would've gotten hurt regardless, but the policeman persisted, just as he had hoped.

Cloud and Vincent quickly snuck away in all the confusion and centering on Barret. Of course, Barret now looked more 'gangster' than he had before, thanks to the mass media's insistance that his gun either midfired or that he was jealous of the attention Cloud was getting so turned the attention on himself.

Cloud had been thankful and all but had never really come back to Eighth Heaven after he heard from Barret that the news was there too. Tifa had gone with him and she told him after two days that Cloud had been admitted to the hospital.

Apparently, being as close to the Lifestream as Cloud was has near-lethal side effects. The doctors forbid Cloud from ever again using the powers of the materia. They told him that if he did use it any more it was likely his body couldn't take the strain and would shut down; putting him into a coma he wouldn't likely return from.

So, Cloud surrendered his materia to Barret and pleaded for him to keep it safe. Barret had done just that and not one person suspected the place he had put them in the first place. He shrugged to himself as he looked up at the lights above, not his fault that the materia works just like a lightbulb when exposed to electricity; though it did make the place a bit more ... coloured than he would've liked.

The doors to the bar swung open and Barret's automatic response gruffed through the air, “We're closed for reparations. Come back in three days.” A deep, rich and silky woman's voice responded, “There's no room for two old friends then?”

Barret looked up and a smirk curled in his lips as he saw Cloud standing there, being drug into the bar by Tifa.

“No, Tifa, I'm fine... I don't need a drink!” Cloud protested as she drug him into the bar.

“Oh c'mon, Spikey-ass, don't tell me you're gonna leave without payin' me for stashin' your shit!” Barret joked.

Cloud's eyes snapped up and saw Barret. A surprised look came over his face and he looked around the bar. “Wow, you've made this place more ... colourful.”

Barret laughed heartily and stepped out from behind the bar. Warmly, he walked up to Cloud and offered a hand. Cloud's grip was as strong as ever and Barret grinned, “Welcome back home, Spike-ass.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

Barret looked over to Tifa, “Well, I see you're rather vibrant today. Someone knock you up last night?”

Tifa opened her mouth to say something in protest and then smirked, “Yeah, in fact it was spike-ass here.”

Cloud's eyes shot to her, “What?! Tifa—?!”

Barret laughed and clapped Cloud's shoulder with his humungous hand, “So, you finally settled down have ya?” He winked and chuckled, “Not a bad piece of ass if I do say so myself.”

“Barret--! I didn't--!” Cloud tried to protest unsucessfully.

Tifa punched his shoulder playfully, “C'mon sexy, let's go grab a room.”

Barret laughed, “Kids these days. Room's first on the left. The second on the left is the bathroom. I kinda remodeled most of the bar to make it more 'inn' like.”

Tifa nodded appreciatevely, “Thanks Barret, and sorry for burstin' in like this.”

With a glint in his eyes Barret shrugged, “Aint my fuckin' problem. You guys are always welcome, so go make the rabbits jealous.” He winked at Tifa, who winked back.

The two couldn't hold it in anymore. Barret cracked and finally broke down howling in laughter and Tifa apologized to Cloud as she laughed. After a few seconds, Barret looked back up to Cloud and said, “Yeah man, I mean really though, you need to get a fuckin' girl, hear?”

Cloud grunted with his eyebrows narrowed, “I don't need a girl.”

“Sure ya do, as Tif' just informed me. Your spikey ass is too hard for its own good; I have to stop tha girls tryin' to break into my bar just so they can get a piece of yo spikey ass. 'parently they want ya real bad,” He reached into his back pocket, “In fact, if you want to go meet 'em they got a meetin' going on tonight and I got the address.”

Cloud's face flamed and he cooly replied, “Tell them I regret to inform them I have to decline their offer.”

Faking a tear, Barret wiped away his imaginary tear away with his bar cloth and cracked his voice, “'kay, but they'll be so sad... they were lookin' forward ta getting' a piece of ya.”

“Tch.” Cloud responded as he walked to the room. Tifa followed right behind and blew a kiss of thanks to Barret. He winked and wiped away the kiss, turning his attention towards the TV.

“And in other news, the local Chief of Police has finally commented on world hero, Barret, and his accident at the airport two years ago. Now, live at the police station, Jasmine Kasan reports.”

“Thanks Dave, we're standing in front of the police station here where the Chief of Police is just about to start his speech. Let's listen in, shall we?”

An old man in a white suit approached the podium callously and tapped the microphone twice. Confident that the microphone was working, he pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket and put on his glasses.

“After extensive investigations regarding the incident at the airport two years ago and, in the interests of the public domain, I declare Barret to be innocent against the charges of attempted murder and assaulting a police officer. He was only doing what seemed to fit according to the situation.”

The press exploded with questions and statements on the Police Chief's statement as he put the piece of paper back into his pocket and removed his glasses with a sigh. Barret smirked and reached for the poolstick again, this time hoping to catch the tail end of 'Melodies of Midgar,' which he heard Cait Sith was directing as the composer and producer of the show.

“Bein' a celebrity sure has its benefits,” Barret chuckled as he found a humungous doll now directing a huge orchestra in some rendition of the theme of the Golden Saucer; the cat on top of its head yelling and pounding the doll's head as it rocked back and forth.

Back in the room, Cloud looked over the hasty notes he had made and began to call people on the PHS. Tifa looked over with a grin on her face, “So, you're finally going to do it?”

Cloud nodded and smirked, making note of Cait Sith's number and dialing it on the PHS. “Yeah, I think we've all waited long enough to get back together again.”

Barret burst into laughter as the cat's hair stood up in anger as the PHS began to ring in the middle of the symphony. Angrily, he stuffed it in the doll's mouth and hurridly went back to conducting the symphony.

Cloud raised an eyebrow, “Well, that's odd.”

Tifa looked over at him as she began to undress, “What's odd?”

“Well, it's like there's some kind of music on the line. Did he install a call waiting feature on his phone or something?”

Raising her eyebrows in amusement, she looked over to the calendar and giggled, “Cloud, you do know that Cait Sith is a composer and conducter of the Golden Saucer Orchestra?”

Cloud shook his head, “Nope. Guess that's what's playin' right now on the phone.”

Tifa shuffled over to him and tried her best to contain her laughter as she whispered in his ear deliciously, “Well, tonight he was directing the orchestra in front of all of Midgar; you just called him in the middle of his concert.”

Cloud's eyes burst open and he yelled, “Oh shit!” He switched off the PHS quickly and took a deep sigh. “Hope I didn't disturb anything.”

Barret's laughter shook the bar as he pounded the bar table and yelled back to Cloud, “Congratulations Cloud, you just named Cait Sith's next symphony 'An ode to 'Oh Shit!'”

Cloud groaned and sat back against the bed as Barret watched a furious Cait Sith try to apologize for his puppet speaking without its master's permission. He proceeded to bonk it on the head and then announce the proper name of the next song.

“Dammit Cloud,” Cait Sith seethed as he turned to face an amused orchestra, “you just can't pick a good time to call, can you?”

Tifa tried her best to stiffle her laughter but eventually caved in to her need to burst out in laughter. She clapped Cloud on the back and said, “You just have all the luck, don't you Cloud?”

His eyes turned to her's sparkling in dark amusement and shrugged, “Well, at least I finally got revenge on that doll of his. Though Cait Sith's gonna kill me when he gets here for the Reunion.”

Tifa chuckled and picked up the notes in his hands after planting a kiss on his cheek, “So, who all are you calling?”

“Well, everyone. I thought it would be unfair to not invite everyone along.”

Tifa nodded, “It'll be fun to have the whole gang back together again. So where are they all going to stay? Eighth heaven is too small for that many people.”

“I'm workin' on it,” Cloud shrugged, “I was thinkin' Cid's place.”

“You think he'll have room for them? I heard he finally got a kid of his own; a boy,” Tifa chuckled to herself, “What a family of engineers. He called him Cid too, so now it's Cid Sr. and Cid Jr.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, “Yeah, that sounds like Cid alright.”

She took the PHS from his hands and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, making sure that the note was alongside it. Then she rolled him onto her and smirked, “Now, it's unfair to not pay back favors Cloud.”

His eyes gleamed wildly, “Oh, is that so?”

Tifa narrowed her eyes and deepened her smile, “Torturer.”

“What can I say,” Cloud asked rhetorically as he snuck a hand into her white shirt, “I aim to please.”

She breathed a pleasured sigh as his hand gripped her breast, “Gentle---don't want Barret to hear.”

He smirked, “Gentle after what you did to me last night?”

“But—if he knows...” Tifa protested.

Cloud quieted her by rolling his thumb over her erect tit and she hissed in pleasure. “He did say I needed to get a girl, Tifa.”

She squirmed lightly as his other hand began to play with her other tit and she gasped, “But he---will he understand?”

Smirking, Cloud stopped massaging her tits and dug his arms under her weight, drawing her into a kiss. Her eyes softened and closed as their lips met and her breathing slowed slightly as she wrapped her arms around his back, relishing the closeness.

He broke softly from the kiss and waited for her eyes to open. When she did, he looked straight into hers and said, “I don't care who understands, Tifa. I wanted to take you for a long time. I've wanted you to understand what I felt for so long---it doesn't matter to me anymore what anyone thinks of me and you. Not that I cared in the first place.”

She smiled and sighed, “Thanks.”

Cloud moved his head over to her neck and said in a velvetly voice, “You're welcome.” He ended the sentence with a gentle sucking on her neck while her tongue ran around in the spot he sucked.

Tifa shivered as the strange pleasure vibrated through her body. 'You're a mean man, Cloud. You're going to do to me what I did to you, aren't you?' She gasped as he trailed his tongue down from her neck onto her left tit and his mouth suckled about it.

Her legs squirmed a bit, unconsciously, as she began to feel warm and flushed. He began to suck harder and her eyes closed in concentration so that she could stop the moan. Her arm reached up to her pillow and squeezed it as the feelings intensified in the area of Cloud's mouth. She breathed sharply through her nose and her head began to spin from all the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

Her underwear was starting to get soaked and she could feel the slow ooze of her moisture coming out of her vagina. Her cheeks burned as his mouth began to trail downwards to her short black skirt. She hissed as his tongue swept under the skirt and licked her bare skin.

Deftly, he picked up her legs and dove into her warm pussy with his mouth and nose, making sure to smell every bit of her musk he could. The feeling of his mouth on her most private of parts was almost maddening. She squirmed against the overwhelming power of his mouth on her through her panties.

He could taste her juice through her panties and the scent of her arousal was strong. She tasted salty, slimy, and kind of bland but he loved it. Every lap into her was a lap that caused her body to squirm; it was absolutely delicious in its own way.

Pulling down her panties, her slammed into her vagina with his tongue as she gasped shortly and then moaned into the pillow. He concentrated on her clitoris and assaulted the hood, causing her to try and close her legs on his head. “Too much---” she panted as she tried to get him to stop.

He slowed down to honor her request and now moved to her vagina itself. A trail of her juice trickled down from the bottom of her vagina to her anus and to the bed. It was unbelievably sexy to see evidence of just how turned on she was.

Setting his mouth to work, he cleaned her bottom up, avoiding the anus area, and dove into her warm folds with his tongue. The smell of her so close to his nose and the thick taste of her juice on his tongue was thrilling. He was having a great time just making her squirm and squeal lightly to herself; he'd never been this close to a woman before and blushed lightly as he proceeded, hoping he could get her off.

Dimly, in his mind, he recalled that there were three major points of interest on a woman's genitals, the clitoris, the g-spot, and the cervix. He wasn't too skilled with his mouth yet so he figured that if he hit all three he'd be able to get her to buck at least.

Through a haze of lust, she looked at him staring at her vagina. 'What is he doing? Is he torturing me some more, thinking about what he's going to do? He wouldn't leave me to drop from this height would he?' Her worries washed away as she felt his hot breath on her sensitive flesh. 'Gods...' she moaned in her mind.

His finger slowly slipped into her hot and moist canal and she gasped at the feeling of penetration. She dimly wondered if it was his finger or his penis that had entered. Her questions were answered firmly when she felt something rubbing on her g-spot. Her eyes flashed open and she gasped and shuddered as his fingers rubbed against her hood as well.

Then, his tongue joined in, lathering and smothering her clitoris with its twisting, serpentine lick while his other hand held her clitoris exposed. She grit her teeth to try and bare all of the waves of pleasure exploding in her body. She then felt his hand start to pump in and out and she knew it wouldn't be long.

Slowly, she felt herself begin to elongate and get warm in her canal. The pleasure of his tongue combined with his finger rubbing along the roof of her vagina as it pumped back and forth was heaven; almost too much heaven. Her eyes closed softly and began to squeeze together as she felt her orgasm beginning to build.

The first signs he had of her getting close was the buck to his mouth. Grinning, he began to work up a fevered pace, trying his best to blast her into an orgasm that would last for some time. Her moan began to appear at a louder, less restrained pitch as she pumped hard against his mouth.

Her pelvic bone smacked against his lips a few times and he decided that he would probably fare better if he just used his thumb. Placing his thumb on her hood, he rubbed up and down as quick as he could while he thrust in and out of her with his fingers.

She panted heavily, feeling the waves of pressure building up in her genitals. She squeaked a bit as she felt the feeling of orgasm sneaking up. It wouldn't be long now, she just needed a few seconds more and she'd be over the edge.

Then, his finger strayed across her entire g-spot as his thumb pressed into her clitoris and she felt his mouth lightly nip at her tit. The world seemed to pause for a moment as she shut her eyes and felt an explosion rip through her body and encompass her completely in pleasure. The world broke around her and a feeling of over-powering pleasure racked her body as it shook and quaked through her every nerve; leaving her in a sea of nothing and pulling her down into its inviting depths where she slumbered in bliss.