You're dating/ friends with who?

They had been offical since Omega had been stopped by Chaos and then the entity returned to the Planet. He had his Turks assisting Avalanche around the clock to find their missing friend now that the the final danger had been put to rest. He'd been found in a snow bank, buried by snow after his accession from the sky. Reeve Tuesti and Tseng found Vincent Valentine first; Tseng's was the first face he laid eyes on when he woke.

What started as discussions to bring him back to the Turks were of course met with opposition because of their history...his personal history with the company. He would instinctively be distrustful. He, instead, decided to remain at Reeve's side at the WRO and his chipper yet sometimes annoying teammate, Yuffie. At least they had been in his group that had proved themselves worthy.

Though Vincent was known to be neutral and aloof at the best of times, the off chance they did meet, sarcasm and dry humor was exchanged, sometimes straight barbs. For how normally silent he could be, the Tseng made him feel again. Tseng himself was a workaholic, unable to even break the shackles of Shines, different or not. A strange phenomonon happen. After enough banter and time, their behavior became common place to hear. It just was common knowledge now between the two men.

Vincent eventually began to see him as a colleague in time instead of the face of all the wrongs Shinra committed, just another soul tainted by blood his hands, too.

After exchanging stories of work in their respective fields and after too much wine one lone evening, attraction came to play.

Of course had reservations again, he felt, morally and personally. Sure, in the now year past, he had moved on from Lucrecia completely but still wondered was it even appropriate. He knew Cloud would not approve, Barrett either. That was fine. Now a days, they weren't as close as before. He only maintained communication with Tifa, because demanded his status, she still being a mother figure of the group, Yuffie, who was still nursing a childish crush on me, Cid and foul talking antics, and Nanaki, who maintained the intelligence and pose of a older being.

Tseng would meet opposition for a different reason. Firstly, when your boss catches feelings, that can make things convoluted. Tseng simply looked on as Rufus ranted in his own way about how it wasn't right. Tseng respectively explained that no one, not even Rufus, could make a claim on who he shared his life with. Politely asking if there was anything else needed of him, Rufus looked on in angry shock as Tseng placed a call in PHS and strolled out the office.

Reno he could bypass by assigning more paper work to the man, Elena would need to get over it seeing as he never was interested in her gender, and Rude simply didn't care either way, so long as he was content.

When Vincent and Tseng took their relationship to the next level, not surprisingly Cloud was ass, acting as if what he thought mattered. Yes, there had been a time he was the leader. Such ideals were not needed now, and Cloud knew that. Tifa wasthe couple betting that it was due to one barmaid. Cid was his boisterous self, slapping Vincent on the shoulder and screaming for tea to be made by Shera. Tseng winced with each curse he said. Vincent was amused, thinking that this is exactly what he felt like when he'd talked to that red head Reno.

Hobbies

Vincent and Tseng's relationship was one that was as much love as it was convienence. After all, both had Turk mentality, loved their firearms, enjoyed each other's dry humor, and found they greatly enjoyed having sex with each other as well.

They liked the simplicity of their relationship. When they came forward as a couple, Reno bet they'd be the most boring one in existence.

This, of course, one a one way posting in Icicle Inn, much to his grumbling and cursing.

Tseng had a decidedly temper over his love choice.

Of course everyone else thought it as well, them being the serious ones of their groups.

Their hobbies did seem mundane.

They would play cards of all sorts, chess, and read. The thing is, they really didn't need more. Between Vincent's assignments to continue cleaning up mutated mako-enhanced creatures, and Tseng's control of new insurgents against WRO and Shinra, this was a full time job and more.

Both were tireless and deadly. How many times did Vincent throw himself out there getting wounded seriously, advanced healing factor and returned Demi-God or no. Yes, Chaos had returned to him and took up his favorite human to exist in again. It still didn't make him completely immune to death, just harder to kill.

When Tseng limped home from a full day killing with only flesh wounds, it was Vincent who cared for him, help mend his wounds.

For all those hectic times they'd experience, it made those "boring" hobbies worth it.

Besides, neither man said exactly how they played those games. It was an assumption on their part thinking it was by the rules and straight laced; it wasn't though.

No one knew of the strip any-card-games they played for kisses, sly touches, and articles of clothing that left each an excitable, wanton thing by the end of the game definitely already dressed for the occasion.

They didn't know of the chess they played that was fueled on too much wine and a lot of poor judgement. They didn't know light, free Vincent was then, how it made him glow. How it took that gloom away from him when he smiled in actual laughter; it made him look his physical twenty-seven years old.

They didn't get to see Tseng with a rumpled shirt and loosen tie worn as a head band, chuckling at Vincent's antidotes, looking 10 years younger too. No one got to see them with Shinra stripped away and the young boys they'd been once upon a time beaming.

And, no one certainly knew of the tender moment they shared when Tseng read his favorite story aloft with legs kicked up and crossed at the ankles on the coffee table and shoes off, while a sleeping Vincent rested in his lap and the rest of his length sprawled out across the couch sleeping soundly.

At the end of the day, they did not care what others thought. Whether the were considered angst filled or stoic ,they knew their hobbies suit them just fine in their homelife.

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