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Cloud was quiet, the image of serenity from the outsider’s perspective. Inside, his mind was reeling. There were few things he dreaded, fear not something he put great stock in, but few meant there were things to fear. One, being caught in heat in public, which at this point would be easier to handle. Two, starting his period in public unprepared, as he was now, legs spread as he looked at the gusset of his underwear. Three…
Cloud’s boss was a terrifying man on a good day, outright dangerous on a bad. He tended to be kind, in what way he could be kind, to Cloud, which had been appreciated. However, kindness had limits, and his boss was likely only so nice due to his more conservative thoughts on omegas. Delicate creatures, needing comfort and stability. Not wrong, Cloud bemoaned as he felt the telltale ache in his spine. He craved the stability and comfort of his bed and a nice heating pad. Maybe a handful of painkillers and tea.
Maybe the pity his boss showed omegas would help, or it could swing to the other extreme and have him fired. Cloud could barely think with reason, forgetting himself and every omega rights law and HR training module. All he could process was red, dark against the wispy blond of his hair.
With a muffled expletive and quick hands, he made a makeshift pad, stomach churning as he calculated his PTO. It would be fine; he wasn't in as dire straits as his friends proclaimed. Zack, the kind soul who got him the damned job, was always so worried. It was sweet, though Cloud tried his best to assure his friend that things were fine, he was okay, yes, he would love leftovers from Angeal, but that didn't mean he was starved. And gods, Angeal was worse. Older and more traditional, though given his choice in mates, it couldn’t be that traditional, he was much more concerned about the single omega fending for himself in the cruel world of Midgar. The pity casseroles were appreciated, as were the soups and the herbal tea blends. It was still odd, being on the receiving end of such kind gestures, especially from seniors at the company, but they were in a different department. Cloud was grateful for them nonetheless.
Genesis, the third of their trio, was better. Granted, he kept offering to set Cloud up on blind dates with “appropriate alphas” he knew. Given that Genesis had good taste, Angeal and Zack being great examples of it, Cloud had half a mind to take him up on it. Especially now, as he stared at the red stains on his thighs. A mate could come pick him up from the office, carry him home, and massage his back, feet, neck, cunt. Aerith had said that a good fuck did wonders for the pain, less than a heat but more than nothing. Bless her, but fuck her for giving him the idea. Fuck them both, he could not stand Zack for introducing the two sometimes. Genesis and Aerith were a nightmare on the best of days.
Luckily, Tifa would bring him chocolate chocobos and all the unhealthy food he could imagine. Perhaps a milkshake with as many cherries as he could dream. The thought brings a smile and then a deep, solemn frown at the image of sticky, red, syrupy cherries. Too close.
Maybe Aerith and Tifa could come by after work, help him in the places a mate usually would. Massages, meals, curling up on the couch to watch shitty reality TV…. hell, if they couldn't, Zack would be more than willing to crash on the couch with him. It wasn’t like a heat where he needed the help, it was just easier with comfort. To get there, though, he had to get through the office, to his desk, and home. Cloud groaned, placing the makeshift pad in place while pulling his briefs up. He would be fine.
The walk from the bathroom back to his desk was awkward, his thighs chaffing together with each step. No one looked at him, thank Gods, but in his gut he knew it could be scented on the air. He wasn't the only omega to work here, once again, Genesis crossed his mind as lead in the research department. He was giving Genesis too much real estate today, something else might be wrong with him. Still, he wasn't the only omega, even aside from Genesis, and that meant it wouldn't be unusual for one to be on their cycle. It was normal, it was fine, Cloud was fine.
Once seated at his desk, he got to work drafting a message to tell his boss he would be leaving early due to… food poisoning? No, his boss was a friend of Angeal’s, and had apparently been told about his habit of feeding Cloud. The fact that Sephiroth was close friends with Angeal and Genesis, now including Zack, never failed to make Cloud’s head spin. Sephiroth was scary, nice, but scary. He had never seen him outside the office, but Zack swore up and down he was a softie. Zack also swore up and down that it was a surprise Cloud was single, so his judgment was not always useful. Still, he was banking on that accusation of Zack’s being true as he typed up an email alerting his boss of his unexpected departure for the day. He would be back tomorrow. It wouldn't have even been a big deal if not for the surprise factor.
He sighed, putting his belongings away while waiting for confirmation that Sephiroth had seen his message. Cloud kept an eye on the clock, cursing as minutes went by without an update. He should have sent it as a direct message, something to indicate some more urgency.
It would be different if he kept products with him, something he could hear Tifa lecturing him about with more care than he deserved. Aerith would suggest a little chocobo baggie, or some mascot character she was into these days, so that it would be discreet and cute. He could just hear Genesis in the back of his mind, suggesting he just take the week off work and lounge about the house, making his mates do everything. Would have if I had any, Cloud thought with a frown.
Cloud could feel his nerves spiking, scent souring as he watched his inbox. He should leave, he did his due diligence, but he didn’t want to have a “what if” hanging over his head all evening making him miserable. The sound of firm footfalls behind him drew him out of his mind, scenting the air to see who had stopped by.
The overwhelming scent of sandalwood and vanilla hit Cloud like a tidal wave. There was a sharp mint to it, like standing in the early morning cold as the world woke up. He could drown in it, but it was not a scent he was happy to smell. Not here, not now.
“Cloud, I received your electronic mail.” Sephiroth closed in, walling off the exit to Cloud’s cubicle. “Are you sick? You don’t smell-” Cloud spun his chair around to watch as Sephiroth moved further into his space, nearly grazing Cloud’s hair as he scented the space. “Oh.” Sephiroth paused, and Cloud wanted to evaporate.
His boss now knew exactly what was going on, his little house call proving to explain all the omega hadn't disclosed. Such was his right to privacy, but Cloud knew Sephiroth would not budge. Stubborn alpha. He tried to remember all the positive things Zack had to say about Sephiroth, all the stories Angeal and Genesis shared about the man as a boy. His mind was blank, dark red seeping through the seams.
“I was just about to leave, sir. Something came up, but I will be back tomorrow morning as normal.” Cloud went to grab his bag, moving to stand, expecting Sephiroth would move back to allow him the space. Instead, as he rose, he came nose to nose with his boss, who was still bent over to scent him. Cloud tried to step to the side, but found he was boxed in quite thoroughly. Sephiroth held a low growl in his throat, and Cloud was sure he was fired. “S-sir?”
Sephiroth barely acknowledged that Cloud had spoken, instead grabbing his shoulders to guide him back to his chair. Cloud felt smaller than usual, a caged bird underneath Sephiroth. He could feel himself leaking, if it was blood or slick, he could not tell. As scary as Sephiroth was, he was hot. Cloud cited some of his fear of Sephiroth as fear of his silly crush being found out. Only Aerith knew, which may be too many people already.
There was something about the bright emerald eyes and sharp face that drew Cloud in during his interview, and kept him even after learning that Sephiroth was a hard-ass. His more traditional behavior only managed to entice Cloud further, providing a fantasy of a classically devoted mate. However, the keyword was fantasy. Fantasy! This was too real and too close for comfort, he was just thankful he could not menstruate and go into heat at once.
“I had not realized you had…” Sephiroth started, though as he paused, he kept his lips drawn tight, eyes narrowed. Cloud swore he saw a slight blush, but he would not put it past himself to hallucinate. Sephiroth continued to scent the air, hands firmly holding Cloud in place. He felt sticky, an uncomfortable heat itching up his back, and sweat dripping down his forehead. He can catch Sephiroth’s eyes following the bead down to his cheek, eyes wide. It was almost feline, in a way, Cloud thought it may have been cute if he wasn't so freaked out.
“Sir?” Cloud tried to stand again, only to be faced with a doubled down effort to keep him still. He didn't think he was weak by any means, but Sephiroth was really an alpha. Cloud knew they were strong, he had been to the gym with Zack and Tifa both separately and together enough times to truly know the upward limits of his body. Sephiroth did not look like he had upward limitations, the sleeves of his button up shirt barely holding him together. Cloud wondered if maybe he had fallen asleep at his desk and this was all an elaborate dream, something he would think about later when he touched himself.
“Cloud, I need you in my office promptly. Let me accompany you.” Sephiroth barely gave Cloud a chance to protest before pulling Cloud up into his arms to carry him, muttering that it would be faster this way. Cloud could not breathe, could not blink in some strange combination of fear and desire. He would not lie and say he hadn't dreamed of Sephiroth carrying him over the threshold of their home after being wed, a bite mark still fresh on Cloud’s neck from the ceremony. Usually, that was just the set dressing for the real fantasy, where Sephiroth pinned him to every flat surface imaginable to fuck him so hard he couldn't walk for days.
He could feel the purr of contentment from Sephiroth as Cloud did not fight, he barely had the mental power to speak, getting such a close moment with what was meant to be a silly workplace crush. Something to think about when the day was slow and annoying. Cloud didn't consider himself a paragon of omega rights activism, almost entirely because of his fantasies around his boss. It felt like he was setting omega rights back five steps just by thinking of Sephiroth sometimes.
If his fantasies weren't responsible, his actions sure as hell were. He didn't even fight, just docile as Sephiroth moved him from his cubicle to the elevator leading to the executive suites. Cloud knew if he wasn't fired, he would have to quit anyway after this display. How would anyone take him seriously again, seeing him hauled off like a pup?
“Sephiroth, sir, what is the meaning of this? Please let me down-” Cloud hissed out, keeping his voice low to avoid detection from those around. At the sound of his protests, the grip Sephiroth has on him tightens, and the soft growl that had been rumbling out of Sephiroth grew loud enough to turn heads. Those who looked were swift to turn back to their work, leaving Cloud to his fate. There was no use fighting, Sephiroth would win regardless. He was a perfect specimen of an alpha, and while Cloud wasn’t weak, he wasn’t strong enough for that fight. It was also hard to will himself to want to fight, he was all but scruffed in Sephiroth’s hold.
Sephiroth is silent, only breaking stride to enter the elevators and enter the code for his office. Despite the inherent fear that came with everything that had happened, Cloud was more curious about finally getting to see Sephiroth’s office. The man was notoriously private, meetings always being held in conference rooms. Zack still swore up, down, and sideways that Sephiroth was a sweetheart, and even Aerith was willing to vouch. How they knew each other, Cloud didn’t even want to think about. Probably through Zack, the linchpin of their friend circle, it seemed.
Cloud resigned himself to his fate and let himself be peacefully carried from the elevators to Sephiroth’s office, hiding his face to save some embarrassment. He wasn’t even in heat, this would have at least made sense if he was! He was just menstruating, probably bleeding out onto Sephiroth’s hand that cupped his ass a little too well. He can hear some soft talking, Sephiroth’s voice mixing with that of some other executive. His mind was fuzzy, the stress of the afternoon combined with the general proximity with Sephiroth. The sharp mint was the string that kept him from falling asleep, especially with the way Sephiroth started to smooth a hand down his back.
Cloud was barely together, listening to the way the alpha spoke. There was a familiarity to the voice, but Cloud wasn’t able to place it. Something about finally he made a move, and now I’ll be sending home meals for two, I take it? Finally, there was a voice he recognized, just a second too late as he heard Zack giving a lighthearted shotgun talk. Cloud knew then that both his mates must be the other voices, causing him to snap to reality with a kick that hit someone.
He still doesn’t look, so he is fully surprised by the hand to his neck and the gentle, firm squeeze of Sephiroth’s large hand. The last thing he could hear was some more chiding from Zack and some hooting from Genesis, most likely. He was going to have their heads on a pike, he was going to scream the moment Sephiroth removed his hand. Cloud, unfortunately for his self-preservation, found himself slack in the alpha’s hold as he was carried across the threshold of his office.
Things were a blur until Sephiroth set him down, sensations coming back one at a time. He was sitting in Sephiroth’s chair, the alpha busying himself with an electric kettle off in the corner of the room. He felt wet, whether from blood or slick, he could not truly tell. Sound came to him in slow waves, from the hum of the kettle to the gentle music coming from Sephiroth’s phone. Cloud pokes the screen to see Calming Omega Music 6 hour compilation with a thumbnail of an omega curled in a nest. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or pleased at Sephiroth’s attempts to calm him. Granted, Sephiroth was the reason he needed to be calmed.
Scent-wise, that sharp, cold, heady scent was all he could smell. It was almost electric, but instead it was calming. It felt like home in the country, early morning dew shaking from the leaves as fog rolled back. It was almost like snow, but the office was too warm to fully lose himself to it. Instead, he just focused on sitting up and stretching his limbs. He hadn’t been out long, obvious by the lack of blood sticking to his thighs. Still, everything was sore, his body punishing him for yet again not being full of pups.
“Oh, you are awake.” Sephiroth neared, setting a mug full of a familiar herbal tea, Angeal, you bastard, and a bottle of ice-cold water. “I consulted with a colleague about what is best for an omega in this state, and he advised that tea would be helpful alongside ensuring you stay hydrated. He also advised iron-rich foods and something warm for your hips.” He rounded the desk and maneuvered a still shocked Cloud up and into his lap as Sephiroth sat down. “Another colleague recommended chocolates and intercourse, but I had no time to procure the sweet and I would prefer to have you awake for the second.”
Cloud nodded along, still coming to life, until he heard the word intercourse. Genesis’s head was on the pike first, soon as he was back to fighting order. “Sir, I’m more than okay. This happens regularly,” Cloud moved to try and stand, stumbling in Sephiroth’s iron grip. If he wasn’t fired before, if he wasn’t quitting before, now he wasn’t sure if he would make it through the work week to even give proper two weeks’ notice.
“Nonsense, it is an alpha’s job to take care of an omega in his time of need. Heat is just one side of that coin.” Sephiroth continued like nothing was odd, “Now, I was advised that you would need other supplies, that you likely had them already. In my research, there were a few types, but for ease of assistance, do you have sanitary napkins?”
The overly clinical speech should have been expected with Sephiroth, but Cloud groaned and shook his head. “No, Sephiroth, I don’t have pads or tampons or a cup or anything on me. Which is why I sent you an email that I was leaving, so I didn’t sit in my own blood all day.” Cloud growled, unfortunately doing nothing to deter Sephiroth from the HR violation he was cultivating. Instead, there was a curt nod before Sephiroth paused the music to make a phone call. Cloud can only groan, grabbing for the tea and taking a long sip.
Despite that, Angeal was not free from his ire in this moment, his tea blends were such a comfort. This one tasted similar to the chamomile he usually sent with the usual meals, but there were hints of ginger, peppermint, and something medicinal he couldn’t place. It was tasty, and settled nice and warm in his stomach. As he drank, he listened closely to Sephiroth on the phone with god knows who.
“Please be sure to get a variety, cotton preferably. Yes, please ensure that the apartment is prepared. I will be arriving after my meeting, likely around dinner time. An iron-rich meal would be preferable, though please also prepare…”
Cloud groaned, setting the tea back on the desk, not on the coaster, and tried once again to stand back up. At the very least, he had probably bled through the toilet paper pad onto Sephiroth’s slacks, but he found himself held firm by the low belly to Sephiroth’s chest. It wasn’t till the phone call ended, and the playlist was turned back on, that Cloud felt the grip loosen. His hindbrain wanted to go on auto pilot, to submit and allow himself to be taken care of fully, but his stubborn self preservation was stronger.
“What the fuck is going on, Sephiroth?”
“I am simply helping out my intended, surely you must know?” Sephiroth cocks his head to the side, almost like a pup, before leaning down further into Cloud’s space. “When I received your message, I had assumed the worst, so I rushed to you. I do not trust that your virtue would have been kept should you go into heat among the lion’s den.” Sephiroth splayed his hand out, pinky touching a damp spot on Cloud’s pants. “But this is not a heat, though it can be similarly taxing on an omega…”
“Intended? What must I know?” Cloud bore his teeth, attempting to shove Sephiroth’s face back away from him. He was speaking nonsense, he was insane.
“Oh, was I not obvious in my intentions?” Sephiroth paused, though when Cloud felt a wet tongue against his palm and hand around his wrists, he continued to talk. “I do hope you don’t think I am this accommodating to any omega. Why do you think you are the only one in my department? You are an invaluable talent, and Zack’s praises were nothing in comparison to the real thing. My initial intent with hiring you was genuine, we did need to hire for your role, but you were the only candidate we interviewed.”
Sephiroth licked a stripe up Cloud’s neck as the omega shivered, stunned still as Sephiroth continued. “Do you know why none of the alphas here have so much as glanced at you wrong? How they are all perfect gentlemen with you? It seems you may be the last to realize my infatuation. Though the idea of my mate having a job doesn’t sit well with me. I would prefer you spoiled at my feet, heavy with child. Wouldn’t that be lovely? I already have everything prepared.” The grin that Cloud can feel on his neck made his stomach churn, and his cunt gush against his will. This was all wrong, deeply wrong, but his work crush, hell, his crush crush, was courting him and intended to bond him? He should have felt disgusted, cheated, and used, but he felt a flutter of affection settle deep in his chest. He didn’t even notice that he had begun to purr, eyes falling closed as Sephiroth continued to speak.
“I understand that you enjoy nature. I have a family home just outside Midgar city limits with plenty of room to grow such a family. It is even near your dear friend’s home. I would not want you fully isolated, an omega needs community.” Aerith? Cloud knew she lived outside the city, preferring the nature to the city smog, but Cloud could rarely visit since the outer city metro was more expensive. “Even your alpha friends, who you are lucky I trust so fully. Zack truly was smart for introducing me to you, especially when he could have kept you for himself. Angeal wouldn’t have argued, I’m sure, and Genesis would have appreciated the help with the pups.”
Cloud was reeling, he hadn’t even known Genesis was with child, let alone multiple, but Sephiroth gave him no room to breathe. “The three of them are great friends of mine, indeed. I would have been sorely jealous to lose you to them. There you go,” Sephiroth preened, letting go of Cloud’s wrists as his eyes drooped. “Sweet boy, so tired… I told you, I have everything prepared. All you need to do is close your eyes and let Alpha take care of it.”
Sephiroth preened as Cloud fell asleep against his chest. The poor omega was so tired, it would feel good to catch up on his rest. Meanwhile, Sephiroth shook his computer mouse so wake the device back up, bemoaning the mandatory investor meeting that now interrupted his time spent with his soon to be mate. He would have Cloud marked in all the ways he could by sundown, but that would have to wait.
The meeting was annoying, at best. The only entertainment he had was Angeal sending him a message of congratulations on the side, noticing the tufts of blond hair resting against Sephiroth’s chest. In turn, Sephiroth thanked him for the tea, noting the sedative worked wonders to calm the omega.
Angeal Helwey: That was Gen, you know how he is. I was just going to put lavender in it, but he insisted that it would be good to get Cloud calm. The new chamomile variety that Aerith brought over was also very helpful. Your sister is such a sweetheart, you know? She mentioned how excited she was for Cloud to be family soon.
Sephiroth Crescent: Did she? She does live on the family complex, so I can imagine she will be excited to have her friend close by. If I understand, her mate is a childhood friend of Cloud’s as well? It will be good to have so many familiar faces around for Cloud, I would not want him to be scared of his new home.
Angeal Helwey: He’s familiar with Zack, Gen, and me, so if it helps him settle in, we can come stay for the week. May be helpful, especially with how docile Gen has been lately. Not sure if you heard, but the doctor confirmed one of the pups is mine, one is Zack’s. Not that they’ll look too different, Gen really has a type. LOL.
Sephiroth Crescent: Congratulations! I knew about the twins, but not that it had worked out perfectly like that. Genesis is in for what I can imagine will be a difficult birth, but two delightful pups. Hopefully, his behavior will be a good influence on Cloud. I cannot wait to have him bred. I’ve already commissioned a whelping box and a breeding bench, taking some inspiration from the one you had made for Genesis.
Angeal Helwey: Lucky omega, that boy. Is he staying with the company? He’s one of the smartest omegas I’ve met since Gen, so I would hate to lose him. Not that he would go far, I can’t imagine you wouldn’t bring him to work with you.
Sephiroth Crescent: I haven’t decided. My preference would be having him all to myself as my housewife, but I know he is incredibly talented. Perhaps a transfer to another department, perhaps with Genesis in research? He is smart, and honestly, I feel like his talent is wasted in Finance. If it wasn’t for my intent with him, I would have encouraged a transfer sooner.
Angeal Helwey: Well, I’m sure Genesis would love to take him under his wing. He already adores the kid. Probably a good move to have him in another department anyway. I don’t think you would get much done knowing your mate was nearby, and we do need you functioning. Anyway, speaking of mates, Zack and I have to head home soon since Genesis wanted to celebrate the news. Will I be seeing you this week, or are you putting in leave?
Sephiroth Crescent: I’ll be out for the remainder of the week at minimum. I know that Cloud cannot go into heat for at least a few weeks after his menstrual cycle has passed, but I intend to take time to acclimate him. I will see you next week, friend. Please give Zack my endless thanks for introducing me to Cloud.
Sephiroth grinned as he exited the meeting and shut down his desktop. Cloud was fast asleep, cradled in his arms like a babe. He would not disturb his rest, not till they were home. His apartment was close to the office, he would bring Cloud there first. The longer trip out of the city to the family complex would be hard when he planned to keep Cloud on his knot all evening. Not that it would be the first or last time an alpha carried their omega while pleasantly full, but Cloud was still so shy. If he hadn’t even noticed he was being courted, Sephiroth couldn’t imagine the way he would react to standard PDA.
The car ride is easy, Cloud lulled into deeper sleep by the gentle rocking as Sephiroth drove. He only stirred when Sephiroth parked and carried his omega across the threshold into the lobby of the apartment complex. Reception gave him a nod and advised that some packages were brought upstairs and put away by housekeeping. Sephiroth gave his thanks as he tapped his key card and entered the elevator, holding Cloud to his chest.
To his delight, everything was perfect. The large mat had been placed across the living room floor with pillows, blankets, and all the bedding his dear omega would need to find comfort. While this wasn’t a heat, and when he was ordering things in preparation, he had been expecting one, it was still something to comfort the poor thing. Beautiful floral arrangements were placed around the space, a box of chocolates placed on the kitchen counter alongside a note detailing where the other deliveries had been placed. Menstrual products in the bathroom, as expected, and the iron-rich meal he had requested in the fridge ready to be cooked.
He was hesitant to set Cloud down, but to clean him and remove his restricting office attire, he would need to. Sephiroth is swift in his actions, throwing Cloud’s clothes into a hamper and cupping the omega’s cunt with his hand as he carried him to the bathroom. He only receives a slight snore from Cloud in response, a good sign that there was plenty of time to wash him without complaints. He ensured the water was a pleasant temperature before sitting Cloud down on the floor of the tub, undressing himself so that his clothes wouldn’t be stained.
With a gentle washcloth, he wipes away the matted blood, the sticky, sweet slick, and sweat that covered Cloud’s inner thighs. He doesn’t set the tub to fill, just allowing a gentle flow as he soaps Cloud up and rinses him off. He uses a cup for washing Cloud’s hair, kissing his temple while maneuvering him to lean back. Occasionally, he would have some lucidity from Cloud, but it sounded like the omega thought he was dreaming. Sephiroth preened, knowing Cloud fantasized about this just as much as he had.
Dressing Cloud after the bath was much harder, but not impossible. Sephiroth placed the pad, having looked at the diagram on the packaging carefully, and slid the soft underwear up to sit on Cloud’s hips. It was a more feminine cut, but the ratty boxers Cloud was wearing previously were in no state for use. The fabric was rough on the skin as well, this would be much softer. Sephiroth was ecstatic to see how beautiful his mate, his omega, his wife looked in just a simple pair of panties atop his bed. For the sake of keeping the omega warm, he dressed him in simple white pajamas and soft, fuzzy socks. Then, wrapped in a blanket, Sephiroth carried him to the nesting area that had taken over the living room. Once Cloud was situated, he took pictures to print for his office. Cloud looked so serene, cuddled up to one of the pillows with lips gently parted in a moan.
Sephiroth had to turn and leave to go finish dinner before his control snapped, or else the poor omega would not have a moment of respite before they were one.
The timing worked out perfectly, as Sephiroth heard the shuffling of soft footfalls as he completed plating the steak dinner. All the components had been prepared, so it did not take long for the meal to come together. It was a hearty meal, with plenty of vegetables, carbohydrates, and protein to support the activities of the evening. Eventually, he would take the reins of his omega’s diet, ensuring he was best set up for health and fertility. The idea of making Cloud dinner every day, feeding him lovingly, and learning all his favorites, made Sephiroth groan in delight. He was set to be the happiest alpha to live, at this rate.
“Sir?” Cloud rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still too drowsy to properly react to the new setting. Sephiroth preened, heart swelling at the sight of his mate so docile for him.
“Yes, omega? Please, sit at the table. I’m nearly done with dinner.” Sephiroth gestured and Cloud very obediently followed, sitting and poking at the place setting. Cloud’s plate is set gently in front of him, Sephiroth at his back to push his chair in. He could see Cloud opening his mouth to protest, but before any sound could come, Sephiroth placed a precut slice of steak on the omega’s tongue. “Eat, we will talk as we dine.”
He set his own plate down and sat across from Cloud, watching the omega poke at the bite-sized meat as Sephiroth cut a slice of his own. Cloud did eventually eat, albeit slowly, but Angeal had sent him the side effects of the sedative, and some grogginess was to be expected. Sephiroth barely ate his own food, watching Cloud, studying Cloud. His omega was perfect, the dazed out look on his face and the way he would lick his bottom lip to clean off excess sauce. Sephiroth was smitten.
“So,” Cloud started, pushing around a floret of broccoli as if he were a fussy child. “Would you care to elaborate on that speech of yours earlier? I am simply helping out my intended, surely you must know?” Cloud barely contained a growl, body slow to react, but mind sharpening with each second. “How long, Sephiroth? How long has everyone in my life been complicit in this?” He stabbed his fork down into the broccoli and proceeded to throw it at Sephiroth, narrowly missing. Sephiroth twitches in his pants, placing a hand over his crotch to settle himself. “ANSWER ME.” It seemed he would not be able to settle himself, the sound of his omega yelling at him was divine.
“Zack introduced us, you are very close to my sister, and Angeal and Genesis are my oldest friends. Is there anyone else who needs to be accounted for?” Sephiroth grinned as Cloud fumed, “Aerith had mentioned her friend, but I had not put two and two together until meeting you in person. I will have to talk to her about hiding things from her dear brother.”
Cloud was shaking, grasping for whatever was close to throw at Sephiroth. His aim was good, but not great, especially as his body was still recovering from his medicine. He had given up on talking, clearly too angry to form proper sentences. A common side effect of an omega menstrual cycle, heightened emotions and reactions.
Sephiroth wasted no time in rounding the table to lift the unruly omega into his arms, carrying him back over to the nest. Like this, spread beneath him with such beautiful anger in his eyes, Sephiroth knew he would not be letting Cloud outside his sight. With swift action, he reached to scruff Cloud to keep him calm. While his rage was arousing, it would be unwise to let him continue with his fit. As Cloud went limp, Sephiroth roughly undressed him with his free hand, uncaring about the bedding getting dirty. He would replace it tenfold, anything for his omega. His Cloud.
“Wait- I’m- Stop this!” Cloud kicked, barely as harmful as a kitten, as his fat cunt was exposed to the cool air of the apartment. Sephiroth paused to take in the scent, lowering to press kisses along Cloud’s low belly. He would get his mouth on Cloud’s pussy soon enough, but he needed him knotted sooner. “I’ve never- SEPHIROTH!”
That caused reason for pause, never done this before? Sephiroth preened, kissing up Cloud until he reached his lips. “Never been knotted, omega? Good, I knew I made a wise choice in you as mine. Such a perfect omega, waiting for his alpha.” Sephiroth ignored the whines of I wasn’t waiting for you, bastard, as he scented his beloved. Cloud smelled incredible, milk and sweet musk. He would be an amazing mother.
"Cloud, my sweet Cloud…” Sephiroth shoves two fingers up his cunt without giving Cloud any time to react, pumping them in and out to allow his omega to adjust. He was perfect, he would be so comfortable for his knot. He felt like the finest velvet, a million dollar omega by far. Wars would have been fought for him, and here he was squeezing down on Sephiroth’s fingers. Two, then three, working him up to ensure ease of entry. It wouldn’t take long, omegas were made to be penetrated, but he wanted Cloud to be comfortable.
“Why… Why are you doing this?” The sob that broke from Cloud was as sweet as ambrosia. Sephiroth wished he could bottle it for the hard days.
“My Cloud, I adore you, and intend to mark you as mine. I’ve been told a mating mark without a knot is incredibly painful, so I would not want to cause undue pain. Considering how well your body fits with mine, I would find it hard to believe you are not made for me, and me for you.”
He could hear the gears turn in Cloud’s mind, hear the wet squelch from his cunt as Sephiroth stretched him. The sweet tears were kissed away, Cloud scrunching his face in thought.
“Did Aerith tell you? Is that why?” Cloud’s voice was hoarse, a small whimper present.
Sephiroth continued to kiss him, though he slowed his fingers at the mention of Aerith. “All she said was that we felt the same, that you were just shy in love. She also mentioned I would need to take initiative, as you would not, understandably. I would never expect my omega to lead, I understand the biological need to follow. It is why we are not all alphas, some have to follow.”
“Oh. That -hic- explains all this. Why couldn’t you just ask me on a date like normal? Why…” Cloud, oh sweet Cloud, wept so beautifully. Sephiroth cradled him, an arm holding him steady to his chest, his other hand lazily fingering his plush cunt.
“I have been courting you for what has felt like an eternity. I am not a patient man, and I’m sure you know this. Now, I am going to knot you, and I am going to give you my mark, and you will give me yours.” Sephiroth shifted Cloud, grinning at how embarrassed Cloud was at the wave of slick at his declaration. He may not be willing to admit his desire, but his body was honest.
Cloud was going to kill Aerith, especially after having confided in one too many fantasies that would send human rights groups into cardiac arrest. This evening would have been almost to a T one of his heat fantasies, aside from it very distinctly not being his heat. That didn’t make it any harder for Sephiroth to pry him open and slam home, balls hitting his ass with a slap. Cloud hadn’t had a good chance to look at his size, but the fact that it was all inside him felt like a miracle. He felt it in his throat, nudging against his womb, filling him so completely it felt like some missing part of him was returned.
He didn’t feel deserving, nor did he understand why, but here Sephiroth was above him, turning him inside out. Cloud couldn’t keep track of how many times he had climaxed, how many times Sephiroth had knotted him, and then taken to fingering his asshole while waiting for his knot to wane. He would do it all while murmuring some nonsense about how cute Cloud’s hole was, how puffy and soft it was. Annoying.
He would do this between licks and kisses to the newly minted mating mark on Cloud’s neck, the blood loss having made him pleasantly hazy. He had returned his own to Sephiroth, his mark breaking up the marble of Sephiroth’s skin. Cloud still wasn’t sure why he agreed, even if he was infatuated with the alpha. Perhaps it was impulse, perhaps it was trust in Aerith and Zack that Sephiroth was his ideal partner. No matter, the damage was more than done.
“Omega, are you well for another round?” Sephiroth nibbled at Cloud’s ear, not even pausing his assault to wait for an answer. Cloud could only mumble that he was exhausted, but that Sephiroth might as well keep going. He receives a grunt in acknowledgement and is suddenly upright with Sephiroth holding him on his cock, knot having gone down enough to leak all down Sephiroth’s thighs. It looked like a murder, the bedding dyed, and Sephiroth covered in blood. Perhaps he wasn’t going to find anyone better than this, someone so devoted to him despite the consequences. Plus, Cloud could admit to himself now fucked out of his anxieties, Sephiroth looked incredible, covered in blood. This would not be a sight he would forget any time soon, as his heart bloomed with affection.
Sephiroth Crescent and omega Cloud Crescent are celebrating their fifth anniversary and the news of a third addition to their family. The pair has two children already, a four year old and two year old, and plan to add a new bundle of joy. Sephiroth agreed to speak with us about family matters in addition to questions regarding Shinra’s recent business moves.
We met with him at the Crescent Compound so that we could talk to him and his omega together. Cloud arrived shortly after the interview started, stating that the children didn’t want to take a nap. He is visibly pregnant with that beautiful, healthy omega glow expected of mothers. Sephiroth was quick to draw him into his lap, such an affectionate couple these two make!
“Where were we? Oh yes, paternity leave policies at Shinra.” Sephiroth was quick to sit his omega down on his cock, earning a laugh from Cloud that we at Shinra Inquirer will cherish forever. “Rufus and I have discussed this in depth, but both are in agreement that it is incredibly important for an alpha to be present for as long as possible after the birth of the baby. An omega is in a fragile state and needs all the support they can get. Even, ah, someone as resilient as Cloud would need the comfort of their alpha. We also expanded options for having your mate at the office by providing omega rooms on many floors so that mates can be visited multiple times during the day. The rooms are equipped with a shared whelping box for the omegas to use, alongside bedding for their comfort. Shinra provides for their needs, of course. It is akin to daycare, if you will.”
Sephiroth continued on for us, with the full interview available on Channel 5 tonight at 8 pm. We had to ask, though, if he planned to use these services with his own mate or if he would have other plans? Cloud answered for us, to our delight!
“I made him build me a box for my nest in his office. Might as well use all that real estate. I’ll be taking leave once I’m at 8 months so that I can prepare for the baby.” Cloud, an example for all working omegas, both tend to his duties as a mother and works in the Shinra research lab, working on new uses for mako. We had to ask, does he have a nest in his own office? He let us know that since he works in a lab environment, he doesn’t have a traditional office, but that he instead has sequestered part of Sephiroth’s as his own. Lovers and partners in every aspect, it would seem!
“I’ve told him many times that he can stay at home and that I could easily support us both, but he told me he would be bored out of his mind at home all day. The kids don’t mind. They come with us to the office since they are too young for school, but Kadaj is nearly old enough for preschool, and we are so proud. He’s such a smart little boy, takes after his mother.” Sephiroth, ever the sweet talker, refers to their four-year-old son, Kadaj. “We read to the boys and spend as much time as we can as a family. I want the boys to have both parents close at hand, alongside their extended family here at the complex. It benefits them to see healthy examples of alphas and omegas, alongside healthy examples of mated pairs. I’m looking forward to seeing who they bring home when they are grown, don’t you, Cloud?”
Unfortunately, Cloud does not provide an answer as Sephiroth bounces him on his cock, showing us his plump cunt. We had to ask, though, about their own relationship. Starting with what will be at the top of everyone's mind… Is he naturally so hairless? Omegas everywhere, I’m sure, want to know how he achieves such perfect skin.
“Oh, my dear omega puts a lot of effort into his grooming. When we first met, he was quite untamed, but now he gets waxed regularly. It gives me such a good view,” Sephiroth tells us, maneuvering Cloud to show us a better view of his sopping hole. Even his anus is hairless! What a dedicated omega, to be such a good mother, scientist, and wife! “He’s also had some incredible changes since his first pregnancy. He was quite flat-chested when we met, if you would believe it!” Sephiroth coos, purposefully bouncing Cloud to show us the way his breasts heaved against his chest. If we were to guess, he was a C!
Of course, we had even more questions! Luckily, Sephiroth was more than happy to answer while his mate sucked his cock with his chubby cunt lips.
“He keeps his hair long now, perfect for grabbing in the rare instance correction is needed. Honestly, I consider myself the luckiest alpha to live with such a perfect mate. He was in rough shape when I met him, but now he is thriving. I know I may be one of the more traditional on the board, so many were shocked I even let him work outside the home.” Sephiroth laughs, finally letting his mate’s legs down as Cloud moans, breasts shaking as he catches his breath. “But I’m glad I did, he is one of our greatest minds. It is something to discuss with your mate sooner in the relationship, setting expectations early is key. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Cloud doesn’t give us an answer, at least not verbally. The squirt on our camera tells another story! The scent in the room was incredible, and we consider ourselves blessed to witness it. I doubt very many have gotten this close to Cloud in his ecstasy, especially with such a possessive mate. There is more where this came from, alongside video footage when the full interview airs on Shinra News Network at 8 pm.
The article ended with a photo of Cloud limp in Sephiroth’s lap, knot very obviously stretching his mate. Sephiroth was pictured in a suit, though it had been ruffled during his time spent with Cloud. Cloud, meanwhile, was shown in a sheer baby-doll dress with a low neckline to show his mating mark, alongside the myriad of other bites Sephiroth had left him over the years. Despite it being a dress, it barely covered below the waist, especially seated as he was on Sephiroth’s lap. Both alpha and omega were smiling, though neither looked at the camera. They only had eyes for each other, after all.