Breeding Program

A/N: Just a quick one shot, I might write more if I get the time.

Breeding program.

Just as every morning I sit at the officers table having breakfast with the other SOLDIER 1st and senior officers. Nothing unusual, just the normal hubbub of a new day. Schedules are being discussed, one of my pupils finds it necessary to share the contents of his latest wet dream with everyone who wants to hear. Really, Fair, when are you going to grow up?

I know he is trying to goad a response out of me, but I ignore him.

Then all eyes and energy suddenly shifts. Someone else has entered the mess hall and takes a seat. The person quietly goes about eating breakfast, completely oblivious of the complete silence going on around. Whispers start now as I feel a strange tightening around my heart. I know that face, I know that mouth. Heaven knows I have fantasized about those lips and on more than one occasion kissed them. But never more than that, knowing it would be taking advantage of my position as a senior officer. Keeping my desires safely hidden and casual.

Our breakfast is done, trays are collected and stacked, and we move off into the practice dome, awaiting inspection. Sephiroth himself is going to conduct it himself. I wondered why at first when I heard last night, now I realize why the great General found it necessary to come.

Everyone neatly falls in, and takes their places, so does the new comer. The uniform is the same as ours, sleeveless turtle-neck and shoulder guards, wide black leather belt about the waist, buckled just under the swell of the breast, but no baggy fatigues tucked into boots for this person, as a wide flowing Hakama flares out from beneath the belt.

Sephiroth arrives, and scanned his troops, carefully letting his eyes slide over everyone. Then his eyes rest on the newcomer, and he gestures to Fair, who trots over to rack that holds the practice swords. My pupil selects one and hands it to the person, who seems unrattled under the General’s intense scrutiny, and takes the sword.

A ripple of excitement goes through all the assembled troops as it becomes clear the General is going to test the newcomer’s abilities, and everyone quickly moves off to the side. The person in the Hakama quickly and efficiently goes over some warm-up exercises, and bows in respect to the General, who suddenly and without warning starts the session.

The newcomer side-steppes, and deflects the oncoming down stroke, and keeps avoiding fending off Sephiroth’s strokes, as they undoubtedly would break bones. The sparring session turns into a dance of dodge and parry, deflect and retaliate. Only the higher enhanced SOLDIERs can follow all that is happening, as it is almost too fast to see sometimes.

I note that the newcomer never directly looks at its adversary, focusing on a spot somewhere in the distance. It gives the General’s opponent a look of detachment, as the Masamune flickers and pounds.

Then, as sudden as the session started, it stops. Sephiroth steppes away, and Fair moves forward to take the practice sword back to its proper place. The newcomer receives one of the General’s thin, rare smiles, then the General issues our orders, and everyone moves to go about the business of the day. I look at the person who just sparred the General, as small beads of sweat form on the forehead and the pale skin stretched over the high cheekbones.

Sephiroth moves over to me and the newcomer, and he placed one hand on the right shoulder guard. Now the person looks him straight in the eye, and something passes between them. I can see it in the narrowing of the Generals pupils, and the faint twitch of the corners of their mouths.

“I will entrust SOLDIER 1st Poulton to your care, Angeal.” He says briefly. Did I just detect a flicker of amusement in the General’s remark? What did he actually know about me and this person, as we had always taken the greatest care that no one would suspect.

Guilt toward my wife and former life before Shinra had made me cautious. Even though I no longer resembled the man I was before the treatments and enhancements, I did still feel a loyalty and devotion towards the wife I once shared my life with. I still visited her regularly, and made sure she always had the finances to live comfortably. Her body now had grown beyond the need of what a husband and wife usually share, but mine had regained it.
On more than one occasion she had hinted for me to take a mistress, but I had always refused. I am not one to frequent brothels and I don’t do casual. It is just too… demeaning, I always thought. Until then…

I indicated my head for the newcomer to follow me to the rooms I had in the tower. Considering, it seemed more appropriate to share my large room, then to put Poulton in with one of the junior SOLDIER 1st. The thought of Fair getting his mitts on Poulton made my skin crawl.

One inside the quiet confines and privacy of my room, Poulton’s demeanour shifted as she dove into my embrace.

“Where have you been? No one knew where you had disappeared to” I asked as she slowly untangled herself.

“I don’t know. The last thing I remember was being in the General’s office, and him telling me that all kinds of exceptions were being made for me to be allowed to follow the SOLDIER program. He was very impressed with my grades, but told me that I lacked the upper body strength to complete the combat training I needed to graduate. Then Professor Hojo had intervened and made some suggestions to him that I didn’t understand. I went back to my room, and that was it.”

I listened to her story as pieces fell into place. She was the only one to ever reach this level in the program. As the only woman she had always gotten a lot of attention, and it had made her feel uneasy, until I had taken her under my wing. As she had grown more confident , she had blackened the eyes or broken the noses of the ones that were too persistant, and they had started to leave her alone.

Hojo had made her an offer, and in order to stay and complete what she had started, she had had no choice but to accept. I ran my fingers through her long auburn hair, but she cringed as my fingertips came near her temples. I carefully parted the hair, and noticed a scar on her scalp that hadn’t quite healed yet. Still her eyes shone with Mako, and veins now snaked along the rounding of her shoulders and upper arms. She had been enhanced, and had been worked over hard. Gaining enough strength to even withstand a sparring session with the General.

I took hold of the zipper of her turtle neck, and slowly started to pull it down. He hands briefly twitched to stay mine, but then moved over to my shoulders, indicating it was allright for me to proceed.

“What do you remember.. of us, Skye?” I asked, as I saw the comfusion in her eyes. One part not wanting to allow the intimacy, but something inside her soul still recognized what we had shared, however brief and innocent it had been.

A curt shake of her head. I don’t remember anything.

“You do feel something, don’t you?”

Another curt nod. Then her hands cup my face, and her mouth is on mine. Soft, warm, enveloping. Dignified. Non of the greedy incessant foolishness of Fair as he once again gives in to the need to pounce on me. Non of the theatrical proclamations of undying love, forgotten just as soon as that blue eyed, spiky-haired blonde cadet comes into view again.
I know she is true, honest as she undoes the belt that keeps the long leather Hakama on her hips.

Slowly we peel and discover everything we had been coveting for so long, and then the months of doubt, longing and rumors all disappear as she reveals her new form.
Her muscles larger and defined to be able to with stand the rigorous training, but as I trail the center line of her sternum with my fingertips. I still find the soft swells of her breast that fill my hands, and the firm rounded shapes of her hips and thighs, so unmistakable effeminate.

Still guilt and doubt sear my mind as I reach for her. But then she takes my face in her hands again as I kneel between her feet.

“Angeal-sama.. we are SOLDIERs. Your lives are uncertain and could be short. We shou-“

“-dn’t deny ourselves the chance to love and express our feelings, for tomorrow, we could be on the shadow side.” I finish, as she has already said something like this to me, just before she went to the General’s office for that fateful conversation. She is remembering things!

“Don’t get too hopeful. It is still very quiet in here, “ she whispers as she tappes her temple with her index finger, but my body remembers your energy and your kindness.”

I picked her up, and carried her to the waiting bed, noticing how solid she felt. He never took her eyes of mine as I laid her down, and buried my face between her breasts, her nipples hard and large between my lips. I couldn’t hold back much longer, having wanted, needed to feel a woman’s body respond to mine.

I filled her bit by bit, opening her up slowly, all slick and wet around me, and so warm, so very warm. It was almost as if my heart hadn’t beaten in so long, as if I had been living in a dream like state. I had tried to push my needs away, training as hard as I could burying myself in my work. But my dear sweet wife, she had been wise when she said that it wouldn’t solve anything. This need, this want, it was the soul seeking connection with its higher self, reinforcing the bond between spiritual and physical, in what ever your preference lies, matters not. But without satisfying this need, imbalance grows, until your unhappiness reaches levels too great to bear.

As I thrust into her, feeling her nails find purchase in the skin on my back and neck, every sigh and moan she pushed from her mouth, made me feel more alive.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, almost squeezing the breath from me. It didn't take me long to reach my climax, emptying out all the pent-up tension as I twitched and came insider her. Feeling drained and sated, I got off her and pulled her close. Wondering If she had reached her climax too, I felt her hand pull mine down between her legs, encouraging to make quick small circles around that strange little nub, until she suddenly went rigid, clamping her legs around my hand and arching her back.

“I am sorry, next time I will try to hold out longer.” I apologized, realizing my restraint had seriously worn away.

“Don’t apologise. Next time I’ll get on top, and you wont have to worry, because I will be in control.” Skye murmured as she nested her behind against my lap and fell asleep.
You will be in control? Who was this lewd woman in bed with me? Skye had always been a forward and happy-go-lucky type before she disappeared, and every one had always thought she would hook up with Zach.

Mind you, there weren’t many that didn’t hook up with him. His cheerful personality always ensured he had some girl or guy to accompany him, depending on his mood.
I made a point of asking her why she had always turned down his advances, once I had gotten some sleep…