Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or characters

Main Pairings: Cloud/Tseng

Minor Pairings: one sided SephirothCloud

Rated: M

Summary: AU Hojo was the first to see Clouds potential and Tseng was the second. What would have happened if Cloud was a Turk instead?

I was given permission by the original creator Maxie to try my best to finish writing this!

--

Cloud, Of the Turks

No one besides one ever saw the potential that the young infantry man had and this person was a scientist within the Shinra building named Simon Hojo. It had been Hojo who had been ordered to help when an unknown person had messed with the cadets training gear, the result of their tampering an explosion on the Shin-Ra training grounds. Few were hurt. Later it was reveled that a young cadet had seen the problem and had taken the tampered gear and ran with it away from his other comrades, taking the majority of the damage and, surprisingly enough, had survived. Each available medic and scientist had been called to the field to help those who had been injure, the numbers barely above twenty. Hojo had been sent to the cadet who sustained the most damage. The Sergeant of the group had just about demanded that the boy was seen to first since he had saved about half of the squad from more injuries.

One of the uninjured boy's had named the injured cadet Cloud Strife, a new recruit who had just begun training. The name struck a cord in the scientist's memory in which he had treated the child when he was a toddler in the Mountain town the boy called home. The mother had some books on the race he was very interested in, the Celta, and so in return for helping the child that had developed a rare sickness he was given the priceless books. The devious scientist was able to experiment while he cured the child. Giving the young boy small doses of mako to see how he would react. It amused him a great deal to know that those experiments had most likely saved the boys' life. With ill intent he decided that he would continue his experiments with the boy, as soon as he was healed.

Cloud was transferred out of his squad and placed into the professor's care. Hojo informed the blonde boy of the experiments and was met with much resistance. But that would not deter him. Forcing Cloud to undergo many experiments, the young boy slowly but surely eased into his grasp. And if not for affairs to come he would have stayed within Simon's care for the rest of his, most likely, short life.

--

Tseng, Commander of the Turks, the Presidents favorite underlings, was seated in the labs for a routine check up. He had returned from a mission in which he had been shot. To see that everything was in order was the only reason he had bothered to go in the first place. As his thoughts dwelled on the events of his mission he felt something raising his awareness level. At first he paid it no mind, allowing Hojo to bandage his arm but when another lab assistant entered into the room, frantic and seemingly afraid, whispered something to the scientist. He could barely catch the murmured words.

"Project C, had escaped again."

"How the hell did that happen?"

"I...um…turned my back and—"

"You imbecile!" Hojo hissed in anger. The man turned back to face Tseng and said, "I will be back in a moment." He disappeared through one of the many doors, the assistant following behind him.

About five minutes passed on in eerie silence as Tseng continued to wait. The feeling of another within the room would not leave him. He would have heard someone coming through any of the doors if someone had come back into the lab. Keeping himself as relaxed as possible he slowly looked around and was surprised when he did not find anything out of the ordinary. Not willing to give up on his instincts he once again looked around this time slowly and closer and was surprised when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, blonde hair slipping through a door he never heard open.

Allowing curiosity to get the best of him, Tseng quickly followed the blonde out into the hall and saw once again the blonde flash around a corner down the hall. He followed again and barely caught a glimpse of blonde. Whoever he was chasing was faster than anything he could remember seeing. This pattern stayed the same for many minutes until he finally came upon the blonde standing outside in the rain. Tseng was carefully approaching the person. The young boy had walked quickly to a tree and gracefully jumped onto the lowest branch. Tseng approached cautiously as the mysterious figure finally came into view.

A boy around 16 years of age with pure white skin and blonde uncontrollable spiky hair, he realized it faintly reminded him of a chocobo, sat on the branch in black pants that hung of his hips, they were a little too big for the boy and a long white t-shirt. The boy was beautiful, his face clear of any blemishes with an almost angelic complexion. His slightly large almond shaped eyes were closed as he contently ran a pale soft hand over the rough bark of the tree. Tseng was very surprised to see such a peaceful face on the young man and quickly decided the figure was no threat. He walked closer toward the tree. But, he stopped quickly when those eyes snapped open to stare down at him. Eyes so blue they easily rivaled the sky on a clear summer day stared at him, not with fear but with a sense of determination and wildness.

"I'm not here to harm you," Tseng stated as the blonde continued to stare at him without blinking. The blonde tilted his head to the side slightly and blinked in what could be identified as a lazy blink. Those full pink pouty lips formed a slight smirk.

Faster than Tseng could see he was surprised to find himself on his back in the grass as the blonde sat on his chest immobilizing him. He was amazed to no end that someone had managed such a deed. He was not one to be caught off guard but the young male had done a nice job of doing so. Tseng tried to move but he seemed to be completely stuck as the blonde was pressing himself down with an iron grip. The blonde kept his hands above his head and pressed down on his knees with his feet so he could get no leverage. The blonde was pressed chest to chest with him with those gorgeous blues eyes looking into his own.

They remained that way for a few minutes and Tseng made no action to try and move. He simply lay there as the blonde boy's face relaxed into one of contentment. It surprised the Turk by simply laying his head down on the Tsengs' shoulder and snuggling into him. The teenager fully rubbed his groin against the elder male's groin in which the feeling was making Tseng aroused beyond belief.

He tried to shift away but, the blonde tensed and once again got back in the position of holding the Turk down. So Tseng, with little choice, forced himself to relax though the tightening in his pants didn't remotely agree with this idea. He noted the blonde was definitely stronger and quicker than he was so he would have to wait for the blonde to settle down again. Which said boy did after a few minutes along with a body rub that had Tseng biting his lip to keep the moans from coming out and a constant repeat in his head of "don't move, don't move, don't move" over and over again.

After about fifteen minutes of laying under the tree with the rain soaking him and the blonde. He felt the blonde shift closer to him for warmth. He moved carefully and slowly to see if he would wake the man sleeping on top of him but, the blonde moved only to sink back in position.

Awhile later Tseng had finally gotten half way out form under the sleeping boy and had shifted him into curling up into his lap as he curled tighter and tighter into himself as the rain soaked through his scrubs. Holding the boy against him he was finally able to stand with his surprisingly not so heavy "kitten", as he had dubbed the boy in his mind. Tseng looked around him before coming out from underneath the tree and moving towards the path when he saw no one around, carrying the boy not to the labs but to the buildings that housed the Turks. He was too curious about this boy who could easily beat him in a fight to return him to Hojo. He would take the boy to his rooms.

Quickly and with out being seen he took the elevator up to floor 13, which was a huge joke for mostly everyone in the Turks since it's an unlucky number and those who are in the Turks never retire but, usually die before their contract to Shin-Ra expires. The only Turk he passed on the way to his room was a quiet one named Rude who did nothing but stare at the figure in his bosses' arms in surprise. He gave one look and the Turk quickly started walking away.

Finding his rooms, he quickly swiped the key card that had been hard to get to as the blonde was in his way of getting to his pocket. He knew if anyone saw him leaning against the wall and shifting the boy in his arms around as he tried to get into his pockets would look laughable. But, he ignored the hit to his pride and quickly walked into his rooms, dumping the key card on the floor and swiftly closing the door. He walked part is living room towards the bedroom and bathroom. He leaned over the big bed and swiftly detracted the blonde from his body to land of the soft bed but, stopped when he heard a low growl come form the blonde's lips.

Looking towards the blonde face he realized he boy was still asleep so he moved away again and quickly stripped of his soaked clothes, leaving him in just his briefs he went to go towards the bathroom but, another growl stopped him in his tracks. He turned to see those bright blue eyes focused on him with a very annoyed look on his face to match. Tseng moved towards the bed instead and when he reached the blonde he quickly found himself once again underneath his smaller body as he curled up in his chest. Though the wet scrubs quickly became an annoyance as they met his warm skin he slowly rolled so he was on top.

Tseng was surprised when the blonde allowed this, though he could feel those blue eyes watching him intensely. Not even sure if the blonde could understand him Tseng put his hands on the bottom of the blue scrub top and told him softly, "These wet clothes need to come off before you get sick."

The blonde was silent for a moment before he quickly nodded and allowed Tseng to take off the top and then the pants. He was surprised when he saw no body hair, scars or blemishes on the pale skin. Completely exposed beneath the pants Cloud lay completely naked. Tseng could feel the blush rise on his cheeks at seeing him this way but the blonde seemed almost unaware of his nudity. The boy more or less launched himself back at Tseng, pulling the man down on top of him. Their chests rested against each other and their groins met as the blonde wrapped his legs around Tseng's waist and rubbed his face into the bigger mans chest and promptly feel asleep again.

Tseng allowed his face to rest in the blonde's spiky but, very soft hair as he too allowed himself to relax and wondered what he was going to do with the blonde. He had only two ideas, one he wanted ­

the blonde for himself as a lover, the strong feeling to protect nearly overwhelming him and the other, less selfish idea, was he would mostly make a great Turk. But, Tseng knew one thing for sure; this spiky little blonde was not going back to Hojo.

--

Hours later a knock on the door brought Tseng out of his sleep. He and Cloud were tangled together, Tsengs' arms settled comfortably around Clouds' waist as the blonde kept his head to his chest and hands resting on his back. With dreary eyes he looked at the alarm clock settled on his bedside table. Who the hell knocks on a door at 2am? Tseng untangled himself from Cloud, slowly but surely (so as to not wake him), as the knocking increased in volume.

Finally able to get both feet on the ground he made his way to the door. Swinging it open he vehemently whispered, "What do you want?" as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hallway he could make out a furious Hojo standing with narrowed eyes.

"I know he's here!" Hojo yelled.

"Who might you be talking about?" Tseng knew. He wasn't dumb. He knew Cloud was what the scientist had come for but he had no intention of handing him over. Hojo was fuming, tightening his hands into fists.

Digging into his coat pocket, Hojo pulled out a transmitter. "I know for a fact he is here." The surface of the transmitter showed a red dot that was currently settled behind Tsengs current position.

"You're tracking him." The anger boiling inside of him was hidden beneath his calm mask. It shouldn't have come as a surprise; Hojo was a creep that stopped at nothing to finish his experiments. Tracking anyone was only a game to him.

Hojo scoffed. "He is most valuable to me. Why wouldn't I have him tracked? Now hand him over Tseng."

The words that were on his lips died as small hands curled around his arms. He looked down. Cloud was standing beside him, eyes locked on Hojo, completely unmindful of his nudity. He watched in shock as the small blonde brushed past him. Hojo shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across Clouds shoulders.

"Thank you for keeping him safe." The mad scientist was already leading Cloud away and Tseng could do nothing but watch.

--

Thank you for reading! I don't have regular internet access but I will do my best to update as soon as possible. Please give me feedback. If you would like something to happen send me a message and i'll do my best to put it in.