Characters: Tseng/Reeve
Key Word: Saviour
Setting: After Dirge and Advent Children are all said and done.
Rating and Warnings: PG. Yaoi. Gambling addiction issues. Reeve really needs help with that.


Tseng rested his hand on Reeve's shoulder as they watched the dice bounce around the table.

"Snake eyes."

Reeve let out a groan and reached into his coat pocket. He was out of chips and needed to buys some more. "It's time to go now," Tseng said firmly and gripped his arm, starting to pull him from the table.

He stumbled along as he tried to resist the tug, "I'm so close." His brown eyes were drawn back to the table and Tseng had to increase his grip on his arm and force him along.

"Reeve. You have no more money," Tseng said factually. "It is time to go."

"I can get some more chips and make it …" Reeve started but Tseng raised his hand and covered his mouth as he pushed him against the wall. He was a bit startled by the rough treatment.

"You are done for quite awhile," Tseng said firmly and removed his hand.

"But I just need a couple more hours," Reeve pleaded. "How about some cards instead of dice?"

Tseng gripped his arms firmly almost bruising grip. "No. We are done. You should never have come here."

Reeve frowned and tried to get out of the hold but, as always, he was helpless against the slighter man's strength. "I do not need a saviour."

Tseng's lips twisted in anger. "You need some common sense. You lost nearly everything on a roll of a dice. If you want to lose the clothes on your back too, you are more then welcome to continue."

"I have always gambled and it always turned out for the best," Reeve said.

"I beg to differ," Tseng said and let go of his arms. Reeve rubbed the spots where he had gripped him. "You have two choices now, Reeve." Tseng crossed his arms in front of him and gave him a stern look. "You come with me, or you go back to that table."

Reeve looked to the table with all the lights, pretty women and the chance to play a game and then back at Tseng.

"I will not be an option again if you go back to that table." There was finality in Tseng's voice. Tseng had never drawn a hard line before and had tolerated his gambling binges. He had times where he won money and runs where he lost. Lately, there seemed to be more of the ones that he lost.

"Okay," he whispered in defeat. He took a deep breath and reached out and put his hands on Tseng's folded arms. "Let's go home." There were some things you didn't gamble away.