Beta'd by Pure Red Crane
A/N: Just a warning, this will have both top!Cloud and bottom!Cloud. I like both but having Cloud as bottom only doesn't quite work with my ideas here considering he's older and more experienced than everyone else. That and it's more fun this way. So, obviously, this has smut. Wasn't planning it this way but it sort of happened.
Will give a warning for the upcoming pairing in this chapter (and future chapters) for those that don't particularly like certain ones: Cloud/Vincent + Cloud/Tseng + Vincent/Tseng
Chapter 2
It had been an accident, really.
One tiny slip of his foot upon wet ground, where rain had been crashing down just minutes before, gave a fatal opening to his enemy, enough to get a blade driven in-between his ribs, through his right lung, and out his back.
Tseng hadn't thought this was how his day was going to end, automatically screaming as the heated blade scorched his insides from materia usage. And then, the blade was ripped out of his body, the shock and pain of such a terminal wound had his legs quivering and collapsing underneath. Tseng was forced to kneel, the crashing force of doing so jumbled his agonizing wound, and he coughed repeatedly to clear his airways, spraying crimson across the earthy surface before him. Tseng's vision wavered, slowly blurring at the edges, as the world suddenly became tilted and he collapsed to the side.
A Genesis clone stood before him, smirking in a way that was eerily familiar. Even though Tseng knew this wasn't the true First, its appearance, personality, and fighting style mirrored that of the original. The clone started laughing in the background, crackling from viciously overcoming a Turk, and began to rant, the words barely perceivable to Tseng's ears. There were a couple more people fighting other clones behind: Louis Miller, a First Class SOLDIER, Two Guns, and a platoon of troopers that had come with them for an investigation. It was supposed to be a simple mission, a simple job, where no one's life would be endangered, but well, ever since the SOLDIER Desertion, anything could happen at this point.
Sadly, Tseng got the short end of the stick.
He shakily gasped for breath, trying to get what little air into his still functioning lung while vomiting the blood filling up the other. It was a pointless battle, Tseng knew it, but he was too stubborn to call it quits. He is a Turk, a survivor, and he had no intention of letting himself willingly fade. He tried tenaciously to stand back up, crawling onto all fours in hopes of pushing forward.
Regardless of what his mind and soul burned for, his body couldn't comply and Tseng fell back against the wet ground, barely picking up the splashing of puddles that resulted or the call of his name in the background. Tseng was absolutely certain it belonged to Two Guns, the only person amongst the group that would actually care about him. The force of the fall caused him to roll onto his back, staring up at the clouded gray sky. It was almost like the clouds were mocking him.
He felt so cold.
The surrounding water felt like ice, prickling along the edges of his skin and dampening his navy blue suit. The struggle for breath was getting increasingly difficult, everything growing steadily heavier. He could barely twitch a finger, his muscles disobeying his orders. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his blood mixing into the puddles of stagnant water, telling him immediately he didn't have much longer. He was bleeding out too rapidly to make it and this wasn't something a mere cure or phoenix down could just fix.
The chaotic battle kept anyone from coming to his aid and it was then that Tseng knew he was going to die. He wasn't going to make it out of this situation alive. It was already too late.
Huffing in annoyance, Tseng managed to sigh. His mind didn't flash or anything that people always stated when they were about to die. All he could see was that accursed clone standing above him, laughing at his misery, and yet, Tseng didn't have the strength to get angry.
All there was is coldness, a chilling iciness that made him desire surrendering to the abyss.
The Genesis clone, the same one that had stabbed him, finally stopped his hysterical laughter to gaze down at Tseng's broken form and grinned. It strode forward, blade raised. The Turk knew he couldn't move, not even to roll to dodge the weapon. This would be it for him and there would be no turning back.
End of the road.
How fitting for a Turk's retched life.
Tseng closed his eyes, readily accepting his fate. After all, there was nothing left for him to do but accept.
"Tseng?"
The Turk managed to gather enough strength to snap his eyes open as blond spiky hair fell into his vision, staring up into concerned sky blue eyes. Tseng blinked. He knew that hair anywhere, it was impossible to miss. Tseng opened his mouth, gasping for enough air to speak, only to choke on blood and cough. He could feel droplets of crimson sliding down his lips, falling back into his hair and neck.
Cloud...
What was Cloud doing here?
Had he come to Kalm to purchase groceries? But it wasn't his usual day. Perhaps it was for something else? The noise of chaos could echo, after all. Still, despite all the questions Tseng wanted to throw at the blond, not a single one slipped pass his lips.
The Genesis clone was strangely gone, but Tseng could still see the battle ongoing in the middle of town, the two of them ignored. Cloud seemed both unharmed and unconcerned about his place, kneeling over the Turk curiously.
"Tseng." Cloud whispered the familiar name once more, bending further over the Turk before touching the gushing wound in Tseng's chest.
The dying man could feel warm hands stoking the edges, sending spikes of pain down his spine. He moaned briefly in agony before coughing once more, the pain giving him a boost of energy to turn his head to the side to spit. Fresh air managed to filter through his single lung, taking away some of the darkening edges surrounding his eyes. "C-Cloud..."
The blond snapped his eyes back up, staring straight into Tseng's dark brown. "I'd ask what happened, but I doubt you have the strength to speak. You have mere moments left before your body shuts down completely. You've lost too much blood." Cloud pressed a little harder into the wound, listening to Tseng's bitter groan in return. "Still, it'll honestly be a shame to lose someone like you."
The Second-in-Command of the Turks narrowed his eyebrows, trying to focus on the other. His mind was attempting to process everything, but it was computing far too slow to his liking. "Clo..."
"Hmm, what to do...?" Cloud didn't look panicked as he examined Tseng, even when a clone tried to sneak up on him from behind.
The blond simply spun around, sent a blast of ice-based magic shaped like jagged spirals into the clone's body, never once using a single materia for power. The clone, obviously dead upon impact with four massive stab wounds, fell back with a sickening splat. The ice shattered and then disappeared, leaving behind a broken corpse and no evidence of what occurred. Cloud rotated back like nothing had happened, continuing to survey the Turk, and tilted his head to one side.
Eventually, the alien sighed. Cloud had made his decision, one he wasn't too fond of, but had no choice if Tseng was to continue living. Reaching over, he cupped Tseng's ice cold cheek, the warmth in the man's body nearly wiped out. The Wutaian could feel the heat and unconsciously leaned into the touch, eyes slowly closing as he felt all his strength being zapped away.
The final words Cloud spoke sent off every alarm in his mind.
"Do not make me regret this, Tseng."
That sneer of reluctance sent a shiver down Tseng's spine, his brain slow in processing the meaning, before everything went black.
"Was it wise, Cloud?"
The blond snorted, overlooking the destruction Kalm had suffered from afar. It was sad to see some of the various stores and restaurants he had once patronized and enjoyed go to waste. At this distance, no one would be able to see them, even the enhanced individuals like SOLDIER. Cloud sighed, finally closing his eyes to rub them momentarily. "You tell me, Vincent. It was either that or I let him die."
Vincent hummed, unconsciously tugging the clock around his body. He may be an ex-Turk, but there was still some ingrained training that would forever remain. Turks always looked out for each other, in and out of the battlefield. From the times he managed to observe Tseng, the man was stern, no nonsense, dependable, and was bottled down by his role within the rule-ridden group. There was a softness buried deep within, a kindness that rarely made its appearance. No doubt Vincent could see this one succeeding Veld as the next Director should anything happen.
"It would be a shame too." Cloud continued, already able to hear Vincent's whispering thoughts and sensations towards their newfound position. His blue eyes watched as the ShinRa employees moved about, trying to repair certain damages, clean the area, and load the dead bodies into marked vans. The injured, Tseng included, had been flown back to Midgar for treatment. Cloud just hoped that no one would be foolish enough to hand Tseng over to the science department, not that there were any compete ones left, seeing as all were either dead or having deserted.
Vincent mentally gave reassurances that Tseng would never be handed over, that the Turks will protect each other through thick and thin. That and Veld wouldn't allow it, especially after suspecting Professor Hojo had a hand on creating falsified reports on certain missing Turks back when the slimy man was still alive.
Cloud smiled, leaning against his companion. His truck was behind them, used mainly for pickup, transportation for his birds, and deliveries. "I mentioned it before, but I'm fond of Tseng. Not sure I would like another Turk coming by to visit me instead." The blond chuckled, his blue eyes rolling towards his companion. "You are too considering. You're the one that told me to head over to Kalm in such a hurry."
"I asked you to pick up some extra groceries."
"Sure, you did." The two of them slipped into the front seat of the vehicle, engine roaring to life. "Like I'll ever believe that, Vincent."
Tseng felt...strange.
It was like the entire world was too in-focused, too deafening, and the smells becoming more like a stench. He was in a hospital or a setting close enough to it. There was too much white, almost to the point of overwhelming and headache inducing. As he tried to move, a rough groan escaped his lips, squeezing his eyes tightly shut to avoid the bland color, and was barely aware of the familiar presence beside him, who was observing his every move.
"Tseng? Are you back with us?"
The voice was loud, unbearably loud, but one he had heard for years. Cautiously, the Wutaian rolled his head to the side, eyeing the man sitting in the chair beside his bed. Short brown hair and eyes and that memorable gun arm peeking between the edges of where the sleeve and gloves met, Tseng can recognize this person anywhere. He blinked a couple more times, trying to focus to vision. "Boss?"
What happened? He had been in Kalm for a job and then...and then... Tseng rubbed his forehead, his memories still scattered. He took a deep breath, feeling no pain whatsoever, before examining his situation further. There was an IV attached to his left forearm, pumping what looked like saline and something else. He couldn't quite make out the second bag hanging on top of the pump, the name of it turned to one side. There was another machine reading his vitals, the lines attached to his chest underneath the hideous gray gown, with a mask covering his mouth. The curtains were drawn around him, letting him see only Veld and nothing else of the room. He knew he was in one of the Turk's private hospitals, nothing related to ShinRa for safety reasons, something that had Tseng relaxing ever so slightly.
Still, he had been attacked, right? Groaning, Tseng squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a headache coming on. He had been on a mission with some others...when they had been attacked by Genesis clones. Yes, that's right. And then, one of them had managed to...
Tseng's eyes snapped open, wide and profound, immediately reaching down to the suspected hole in his chest, knocking his mask off instantaneously. He didn't get to touch the stab wound before his hands were caught, Veld forcing him still after rushing out of his seat.
"Tseng, stop." The compelling command had Tseng freezing, the Turk gazing up curiously at his boss. Veld maneuvered Tseng's hands back to his sides, trying to keep the other calm and collected. Tseng needed to remain so. They didn't need the Second-in-Command to be panicking of all things. That right there was just asking for trouble. Slowly, Veld released his grip and took a step back to sit, folding his legs. The boss was projecting calm, his expression vacant. "I need you to take a deep breath and calm down." When Tseng managed to follow the command, Veld nodded in approval. "Good. Now, tell me what you remember."
"I was stabbed through the chest..." Tseng knew he should be dead, long dead actually. A flash of blond hair and familiar bright blue eyes filtered through and just the mere memory had Tseng's lips twitching up into a smile. "Cloud..."
Veld's brown eyes never left his subordinate's face, observing every reaction vigilantly. He had heard the name no doubt. "Ah, so the report was correct. He was there. Two Guns stated that he swore he saw Cloud hovering over your body, but the next time he turned back, Cloud was already gone."
The Wutaian nodded, the memories becoming clearer. "Cloud...saved me. He..." There was a pestering thought that filtered through his mind, pushing others forcefully aside. It was like Cloud was the most important figure, that he had to focus on him only. "Cloud...did something though. He mentioned he didn't want to regret this later." Tseng closed his eyes, repeating that last sentence in his mind over and over again. It wouldn't stop and yet, when he pulled up the image of Cloud, his annoyance faded immediately. "Veld, Cloud did something to me, didn't he?"
The Turk Director sighed, leaning further back against his seat as he folded his arms against his chest. Slowly, he nodded. "Afraid so. The images from the battlefield and Two Guns' testimony stated that you should have bled to death long before help even arrived, before the battle ended." That was something Tseng already knew. He had only moments left when he had been staring up at Cloud. "And yet, when Two Guns managed to arrive at your side once the Genesis clones had been taken care of, the puncture wound was completely gone. That was three days ago, and since then, you've been completely out of it and had to be forcefully sedated until now."
"Gone..." Indeed it was. Tseng could really feel nothing remaining, his hands grazing over smooth skin underneath the gown. There wasn't even a scar of its once existence left behind. He was perfectly...fine. Better than fine actually. Now that he thought about it, Tseng felt...strangely energized, more so than ever before, like everything was much clearer, sharper, and crisp. He felt good and that was the bizarre part. After everything that had happened, that should be the last thing he should be feeling. "Veld, what did Cloud do to me?"
There was some actual hesitation on Veld's part, brown eyes observing Tseng carefully as if categorizing the Turk. Eventually and obviously reluctantly, the man answered, "It appears he transferred his cells over to you, Tseng."
"This isn't just some simple transfer!"
It was then the white curtain sheets snapped open, revealing more of the outside setting. Tseng nearly jumped at the sudden sound, eyes snapping and observing the man that had strode in. The white overcoat alerted him that this was either a scientist or a... No, definitely a scientist. If Cloud had indeed given him some of his cells, a scientist would be more useful in this situation than anyone else.
The white-coated male marched forward, stopping just at the edge of the bed with a loud huff. "Honestly, I would call it more of a fusion and it's amazing. Absolutely amazing!" The scientist was ranting, unbothered by the two Turks that were watching him in turn. He was perceptibly pleased with whatever he had found in Tseng's blood. "It's almost like a miracle. If only I could have seen the process, I might be able to replicate this magnificence. Such a shame."
Tseng couldn't quite honestly remember the scientist's name at this current point of time, nor care to read the name on the ID tag, not when every part of his body suddenly felt like it was slowly being set on fire the longer he was awake. He couldn't tell if it hurt or not. It was just pulsating in the back of his mind. He wanted something, something he wasn't certain of, but he knew it had to do with Cloud.
Such a strange desire...
The scientist continued to blab in the background, undaunted if he had been asked to intervene or not by the two Turks. He waved his clipboard as he spoke, "The Jenova cells are completely integrated into Tseng's DNA. It basically became one and the same. You can't tell the two apart, so well-adjusted and merged perfectly together into one single organism. I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't know the original details pertaining the condition and that's only if you look extremely close because there's barely any difference in the cells. Tseng's cells are considered perfection." The man nodded to himself, not even allowing anyone to speak up and ask questions. "I mean, I've seen the samples from Sephiroth's and Angeal's blood, but the Jenova cells are visibility overlaying. Not together like Tseng's. Genesis, however, is separate, isolated even, from Jenova's, which is what's correlating to his and his clones' degradation."
Seeing as this was his only chance to speak up, Veld decided to question the obvious. "And Tseng's current predicament? That explains nothing about why he's been so out of it the last three days." He glanced at his Second-in-Command, noticing the rapidly deterring condition, the way Tseng's eyes began to get hazy the longer he was awake. "And, as you can see, he's falling right back into it. It's only been an hour."
Tseng really wasn't out of it and he held no memories of waking up before this. He was alert and oriented, but currently, he just...kept getting distracted by something else, that burning sensation in his body slowly creeping into every single nerve of his body. And had it really been three days? He knew Veld mentioned it, but just hearing that, it didn't sound right.
The scientist paid no attention to the questionable glances Tseng kept throwing, focusing on the Turk Director instead. "Well, about that, it appears like the cells are calling out for each other. Since Tseng was, I guess, newly induced, and his body is still trying to adjust to the newfound sensations that was never there before. His body and mind are, as one can say, more interconnected than ever before. Jenova, who we've found out is considered the hive mind, calls out for her cells to return to her side, to gather. It's like a newborn to a parent. It fits well with Hojo's reunion theory." Information regarding Jenova and Hojo's work had been reviewed and locked away by the Turks, keeping the details buried deep within secreted areas that not even the President knew about. However, there always needed to be someone that was still up-to-date with the situation, considering Cloud was alive and moving about, and the SOLDIERs that contained his cells.
"Is there anything we can do regarding it? Against the pull?" Veld asked. Though his expression didn't reveal anything, he was worried.
Tseng, on the other hand, felt like there was nothing that could stop this, not unless he went to Cloud directly. Just thinking about the blond made things worse. Every part of his instincts screamed at him to be at Cloud's side, that he belonged there. There was also the desire to tell the scientist off, that Jenova's real name is Cloud and he is not a she. Tseng crushed those latter cravings down.
The conversation continued. "Besides drugging him under the influence until it passes? No, not really. And it's not the best recommendation I have for anyone with such an unknown condition. There's no telling how long it might last. It may steadily worsen as the cells are being denied what they require." The scientist took another glance back at Tseng, peering up at the panels that stated his blood pressure, pulse, oxygen saturation, and temperature. "He's been unconscious for three days and during that time, Tseng has steadily grown more..." The man was trying to consider the best word for the scenario. "Hazy? Violent? There's not really a term for it. But if you want my honest professional opinion, it looks like the influence is getting stronger and more out of control. Right now, Tseng most likely had a brief break through that haze. Tseng," The scientist called out to the patient resting in the bed for the first time since entering the room, gaining the Turk's full attention. "Can you tell me how you currently feel?"
That was a loaded question. Tseng felt all sorts of things. Instead, he went with the most obvious, the one that was relevant to everything. "Like I need to run out of this building and head to his side." He ran a hand over his face, hoping that would help him keep focus. "Like every nerve in my body is on fire." Tseng rolled to his left, making sure to avoid the IV site, and groaned out of frustration. "I feel so...strange."
The scientist nodded, not paying attention to the fact that Tseng had called Jenova a 'he'. "I'm afraid that's the cells calling out for each other. It won't stop until they are..." The man paused, biting down on his bottom lip as he glanced between the two Turks. "Reunited. It's not like the SOLDIERs, they don't gain such a call, but that might be because they aren't fused like yours, Tseng." The scientist paused once more as if an idea came to him. "Or, perhaps, they aren't being actively called for."
Veld spoke up again, his eyes never leaving Tseng's prone form on the bed. It was extraordinary to see such a blunt weakness in his Second-in-Command, but he wrote it off considering the situation. "So then...the only thing we can do is to bring him back to the parent then? To Jenova?"
"That would be correct, sir."
"Shit." Veld wasn't too keen on placing Tseng in Cloud's waiting hands, an unknown variant that no one could control or predict. As the Director of the Turks, he needed to look out for his men, even from themselves, and this wasn't a situation where he wanted to be at. He glanced towards his Second-in-Command once more, observing the familiar onyx eyes that gazed fuzzily right back. Tseng was definitely listening, despite being under the unknown influence. "What would happen if we were to let it play out without going to Jenova's location? If he ignores the call?"
The scientist paused for consideration, momentarily glancing down at his clipboard as he bit down on his bottom lip once more to prevent himself from speaking too quickly. He had almost forgotten that these were Turks in particular he was talking to. Wrong answers could lead him towards a dark unforgiveable path and Turks aren't known to forgive. "This is just speculation, of course, so I could be wrong."
"Professor."
"Think of it as a craving. You want something, but you know you can't have it. Still, it'll itch you at the back of your mind continuously until you eventually and reluctantly give in or it completely overwhelms you. And this isn't one where it's a waiting game until it fades. It'll stay with you, pestering until you surrender." Sighing, the scientist nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "And, when knowing you can't have something you want, you'll become angry and lose control."
Veld didn't like that thought process. A Turk going mad would lead to hideous results, results that would be detrimental, and there was no telling what Cloud had done to Tseng physically. Too many elements were being stacked up against him. "So he'll go berserk."
"More than likely, yes."
Tseng could see that, no, he could feel that. His body wanted to return to Cloud's side, it was positively craving it, enough so that he just wanted to rip this IV out of his arm and...run. The Wutaian squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, and simply shoved that desire aside, deep and far away so that he could think without these influences.
But, it just came right back and it pulsated uncontrollably into every nerve of his body.
Tseng's mind momentarily faded in and out of attention as the two men in the room bickered back and forth. He was certain he had probably fallen asleep momentarily only to be snapped awake when the scientist mentioned briefly that he was leaving for something. The Turk sighed heavily and glanced up at his boss, spotting the concern in those brown eyes.
"Veld..." Tseng watched as the scientist stepped behind the curtains, listening fleetingly as a door closed shut in the distance, leaving the two isolated.
"I don't like this."
"I know you don't, but..." The Wutaian paused, closing his eyes as he took another deep breath, easing the yearning aside. "I believe what the scientist stated is to be true. I want, no, need to return to Cloud's side. It doesn't hurt, but..." Tseng trailed off, unsure on how to turn these feelings into actual words. "He's the only one that knows about my condition, that knows about everything I'm going through. I want answers too, Veld. I need to know why he did this to me, why he saved my life when he could have let me die."
Veld sneered, knowing when his hands were tied. "Tch, still don't like this." He leaned back against his chair, grinding his teeth together out of mere frustration. It was like he was surrendering one of his best Turks to the alien, giving him away with no idea of whether or not he was going to get the other back. "Tseng, he's an unknown variant and though, personality-wise, he's not the type to do such cruel jokes, there's no telling what he will do to you."
Cloud could very well take Tseng apart, pull his memories, and Veld would forever loose the man he helped raise.
Tseng couldn't help but smile at the hinted concern. "I know, Veld, but I need to do this."
The helicopter ride over to Cloud's farm was unpleasantly silent, even with Reno at the reins. Veld was in the cockpit, sitting next to the red head, and yet, neither of the two could stop glancing at Tseng in the back. Halfway into the flight, Tseng collapsed to the side, sprawling amongst the seats, regardless of being buckled in. His breathing grew steadily heavier and a sharp contrasting redness spread across his cheeks. Veld, concerned, examined him over for a fever and, though Tseng felt a little warm, it wasn't abnormally so. It reminded him of SOLDIERs that had just gotten their first set of injections: Feverish, delirium, and weakness.
As the farm appeared in the distance, the chocobos in the wide field scattered from the aggravating sounds of incoming transport with the front door of the house suddenly slamming open. Cloud had noticed them... Or, was it because he had sensed Tseng? Still, the blond didn't even wait for them to land, hurrying to the open area without any ounce of hesitation. The second they safely landed with Reno just turning off the motor, Cloud managed to somehow unlock the bolted door and was inside before any of the two had realized it. Veld spun around in his seat to spot Cloud taking a momentary glance at him out of the corner of his blue eyes before focusing intently on Tseng and Tseng only.
The Wutaian, most likely sensing Cloud nearby, cracked his dark eyes open and, upon gazing at the blond, he smiled.
Veld blinked. That was an odd look on the Turk, but paid no mind, watching as Tseng's lips moved. He was saying Cloud's name almost like a mantra (not that Veld could hear with the chopper cooling down and his headset on) with Tseng weakly reaching out for the other. Immediately, Cloud undid the buckle, scooped the half-focused Turk up into his arms, and was out the door before anyone realized what had just happened.
Making a quick comment for Reno to remain behind, Veld rushed out to follow Cloud back into the house, tossing his headset onto the floor with a loud clatter. He arrived just in time to see Cloud easing Tseng down onto the couch in the living room, making him as comfortable as possible. A brief momentary thought flashed through Veld's mind, knowing he had only been in the target's household once before getting kicked right out, but he pushed it aside. His attention remained on the blond and his subordinate only.
The Turk Director didn't speak up, simply observing from the background as Cloud settled at the edge of the couch, his right hip pressed close to Tseng's chest. Tseng, sensing Cloud was close, rolled to his side, his head resting against the pillow with onyx eyes staring up at the other.
"I was afraid this would happen." Cloud sighed as he ran a gentle hand through Tseng's hair, loosening the hair tie. A few strands fell forward, cradling along the edges of Tseng's cheeks as the Turk clung to him tightly, hands gripping into his pants. Despite the oddity, Tseng felt secure, safe, right in Cloud's arms. "I should have gone after you earlier, Tseng."
Veld, still surveying the interaction between the two, was honestly shocked that Tseng would crumble just like that. It wasn't a trait he had ever seen before, much less in this expression. Tseng was always tightly controlled, didn't even flinch when watching someone's brains get blown out nor hesitated to break someone's fingers with the heel of his shoes. He was stoic, strong-willed, and independent with a straightforward attitude.
"But, then again, I didn't want to head over to Midgar either. Might have been a trap, after all." Cloud was mumbling mainly to himself, but Veld heard it.
It was true. If the Turk Director had known about the condition, he probably would have made a trap for the blond, to forcefully keep him in Midgar, closer to where they could easily watch over him. This off-location close to Kalm, though not far in travel distance from Midgar, was infuriating since they couldn't place any spies out in the middle of nowhere.
Cloud leaned back, turning his attention to the Director. "Well then, now that you've given me Tseng, allow me to escort you out, Veld." He suddenly stood up, pulling away from Tseng, only for the Wutaian to snap forward and grab his hand, keeping Cloud in place. The blond didn't seem all that surprised by the reaction. Instead, he smiled and reached forward with his free hand, running it down the side of Tseng's face. Just like that, the tight grip disappeared, Tseng going limp, which allowed Cloud to slip away and swiftly nudge Veld out the door. "Veld, I'll give you a heads up. I'll need him for at least two weeks to get him settled."
Veld stared, shocked by such a sudden demand. "Two weeks? Whatever for?"
"None of your business." Cloud huffed, giving another forceful push. "And before you say 'it is,' I don't particularly care." The seething glare he received in return didn't faze him.
The Turk Director sneered. "Tseng is one of my men, my Second-in-Command. I need to know exactly what you plan to do with him. I don't trust you, Cloud."
The blond shrugged, knowing very well he was irritating the other. "Care for him obviously." He gave another shove, using his superhuman strength to get Veld going. They were already outside the house, heading back to the chopper. "It's much like what your SOLDIERs go through when they get the first couple of injections, that week long downtime as their bodies adjust. Now that he's connected to me, mentally and physically, it's a major change and he needs plenty of time and space to adjust. If anything happens, its best it happens while he's in my care than outside."
Veld still didn't like any of this.
Cloud almost rolled his eyes, "Don't worry. I'm certain you already have a personality profile of me. I'm not the type that harms people nor forces someone against their will like that. However, I can't always control what my cells do to a person so just be prepared to have some changes regarding Tseng." He gave another shove, getting Veld just a few feet away from the chopper. "He isn't going to be the same, that is a given."
Veld was biting down his bottom lip to prevent himself from arguing. He so badly wanted to, but there wasn't much he could do in his current position. He was at a disadvantage, a complete and utter disadvantage. Everything was falling away from his hands and he was left helpless. As the Turk Director, Veld hated this feeling, this helplessness. He had felt it multiple times over his career, unable to save the Turks he sometimes viewed as his own children as they fell to the foolish commands of someone else.
Cloud sighed, letting Veld step into the helicopter. "I'm not going to make him choose. Tseng is his own person. If he wishes to work with the Turks, he's going to. I'm not going to stop him from doing what he enjoys." At those words, Veld spun around to make a remark, but Cloud had already closed the door shut. Stepping away, he made his way back to the house, ignoring the helicopter's engine turning on and taking off soon after with a feel of eyes on his back.
There was a brief regret on accepting a current Turk as one of his own, but well... Cloud shook his head. He could always pull his cells out of Tseng, he knew he could, but...he didn't want to either and Cloud had never been known to being selfless.
Snorting at those thoughts, he slipped back into the living room and peered down at Tseng, the man currently sprawled across the couch. He sighed and sat back down, running the back of his hand down Tseng's right cheek, watching as the other nestled towards the warm touch. The Turk was practically arching into it, seeking out more. A flicker of tongue slid along his lips, moistening them. Carefully, Cloud began to strip Tseng of his shoes and jacket, placing them on the table beside them.
"Cloud?" Tseng whispered, unable to pull himself away from the alien. He wanted to be closer, to be touched. He wanted that man's attention to be focused solely on him. "What's happening to me? What have you done?"
"I'm afraid it's more of a side effect actually." Cloud admitted. "My cells cause people to want to please me. In some cases, desire me. Your case is a bit more extreme since you were taken away before I could get you settled."
"Please? Desire?" Tseng's mind rolled through those words before he eventually came to a conclusion. "They cause the subject to fall in love with you."
The blond nodded. "In a way, yes. It also forms a powerful mental connection between myself and you. I can feel you and you can feel me, even when we're not in the same room or able to see each other. You'll also have a connection with those that are just like you, not the SOLDIERs of course." Cloud continued his petting, letting his hand slide down Tseng's cheek until it reached the chin, cupping it so he could thumb those lips. "Can you sense his presence in this house?"
His? There was someone else here? Tseng concentrated, closing his eyes, trying to push outward.
"Not too hard. You're still new, so don't be surprised if you don't get it the first time. It takes practice." Cloud chuckled, already able to feel Tseng's mind, slowly opening up for him. There was a little flicker of memories from the male, little tidbits he already knew about the Turk. "Just a reminder, your body is like a SOLDIERs, only without the mako shots. From the research I found, Hojo was using mako to stabilize my cells, to keep them from automatically mutating the subject. He thought it would fix the problem, but it was just temporary, hence the continuous need for injections. Still, from my experience, the best way to settle into the sensations without any complications is to have sexual relations."
"Sexual relations?" Oh, Cloud meant sex. Tseng swallowed, suddenly unsure of everything. Cloud is his target, the one ShinRa was observing. Sleeping with him would mean betraying the company. It would make his job so much harder in the future, if he wasn't already compromised with this newfound connection. At the same time, it also gave him some leeway.
"Regardless of it being the easier way, I'm not going to force you to sleep with me." Cloud chuckled, continuing to caress those lips. "I'm not that type of person, but it will make things easier for you. If you decide otherwise, then just remain as close to me as possible. It'll take the edge off until you adjust." Cloud chuckled softly, knowing very well those eyes were staring right at him. "Are you, perhaps, straight? Is this closeness uncomfortable?"
"No..." As a Turk, one couldn't really identify as straight or gay. A job sometimes had them flirting with both sexes and one couldn't be uncomfortable about it without giving their position away. Of course, they had preferences, certain types more so than others. Tseng, however, didn't really care that much. It was whatever got the job done.
"Then, can I kiss you?" Cloud asked, his blue eyes observing Tseng's every reaction.
The Turk unconsciously licked his lips before nodding his head in agreement. With soft lips against his own, caressing gently, it sent a blaze of fire down his spine and that was enough to make Tseng snap. Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around Cloud's neck and yanked him down, fervently deepening the kiss. The force was enough to get the blond to topple over Tseng and Cloud moaned softly at the intrusion of tongue.
It was obvious that this wasn't going to end with just mere touches, not at this rate, and Tseng honestly didn't care at this point of time.
Breaking off the kiss, Cloud huffed. "If you don't tell me to stop, I'm going to view this as compliance." He started undoing the zippers and buttons on Tseng's clothes, quickly discarding the pants and underwear in one go. He left the shirt and jacket on, leaving it open so his hands could wonder down a path along the muscles. "I'll take into consideration of the desire overwhelming you, but I need words."
Tseng nodded his head, moaning softly and arching into the warm touches against his skin. It left behind a trail of fire, a demand that he needed to be stroked and cared for. It conflicted with his Turk training, but at this point, he no longer cared. Instead, he spread his legs, allowing Cloud to slip in-between, and swallowed the implications of what this meant and what this was leading to. Gasping for breath as those hands wandered lower down his body, edging purposefully around his hard-on, he let out a little whine as those crafty fingers touched his entrance. "Cloud... Do it."
Well, that was permission as much as it was going to be, Cloud decided. Summoning some lube into his hand through magic (magic that didn't belong on this planet), he wet his right fingers and teased the little pink hole as it twitched in response. His left was on the erection, giving gentle strokes that was driving Tseng absolutely crazy. Using that as a distraction, Cloud pushed in the first digit.
"Please, I..." Tseng gasped, feeling the finger carefully nudge its way through the tight ring of muscles. The stretch tingled pleasantly and he automatically widened his legs, letting more in. There should be pain, some uncomfortableness, Tseng knew that, but there was nothing. Just a pressure that felt delightfully good and his body burned in response, like it was demanding for more. Tseng knew this wasn't a normal reaction, that it shouldn't be this overwhelming, and yet, he couldn't give a single thought regarding that information. There was no point in caring. He wanted it and he was going to get it.
Cloud kissed along the left shoulder, trailing up to the neck, and bit right at the junction, listening as Tseng cried out in return. The Turk was positively shaking at this point, eyes squeezed shut as he took in the vast overwhelming sensations. They kissed a few more times, Cloud taking command and was absolutely devouring Tseng though sheer experience and control. As he pulled back, he licked his lips.
"So, I'll let you in on a little secret, Tseng. My cells tend to fill in the areas you're lacking. Not sure that's understandable terms since there isn't an easy way to describe this. It's the little desires people either crave or push aside, those internal urges that some don't want to bring to the front." Cloud sighed blissfully as he trailed a series of kisses down Tseng's chest. "For you, Tseng, you don't want control. No, you've had control all your life as a Turk, following commands and orders even when you don't like them."
Tseng was barely listening to the words and yet, they resonated just as deeply within his mind.
"Instead, you want to be taken apart. You want to be pulled open, peeled away, to reveal the inner settings of your mind and body. You want freedom." Cloud knew he was cheating by using their connection, but he needed Tseng to listen, to understand. "Freedom from decisions, freedom from orders, freedom from your duties. Just free. Even when you know it might just be temporary, you desire it, you crave it." Cloud smiled, pushing harder, faster, into Tseng's body, licking his lips as the black-haired male reacted beautifully to the pressure. He had already slipped the second finger inside, stretching Tseng skillfully. "And though you know it should be wrong, that you shouldn't feel this way, it feels so right. Once you get a taste of it, the taste of what you yearn for, you know you will never be able to go back to normal. You can cover it up, put a mask on, but it'll be in the back of your mind for all eternity, pestering your every thought until you fall back into its begging grasp. This is what makes the bond between myself and you so corrupting."
Tseng tilted his head back, gasping brilliantly, pupils blown wide. He couldn't... He couldn't make a retort to that admission, to that harsh truth. Was it true? He didn't know nor could he tell at this very moment. It just felt too good to actually care. Still, there were those little pestering thoughts in the back of his mind that spoke the truth. Cloud... Cloud tasted like freedom, smelled like freedom, felt like freedom, and oh, even if it was the cells making him do this, he wanted it so much; a chance to live, to be himself, and not be tied down by orders and duties back at home.
Still, that didn't mean he wasn't getting frustrated by the lack of actions. "Cloud. Hurry...up." He groaned as those fingers pressed into that bundle of nerves just right. His vision went white for a moment and he stretched wantonly, molding his body against Cloud's. At this rate, he was going to go crazy with lust, if he hadn't already. "Y-You don't have to fully prep me. J-Just get in already."
The blond hummed, almost like he was purposefully annoying Tseng, before following the commands. His fingers came out with a loud pop and he swiftly aligned himself against the entrance before pushing right in. Using his connection to Tseng's mind, he gauged the man's reaction, feeling the flutter of pleasure, no pain whatsoever. All Tseng could feel was bliss and the contentedness of being stretched and filled to the brim. It helped that the cells were numbing the pain. Using that as approval, Cloud pulled out just to the tip and thrust right back in, watching as Tseng cried out in response. It felt good, that warm tight heat, but Cloud's mind was completely focused on Tseng's reactions, gauging them carefully.
Cloud didn't hesitate on the next thrust, hips snapping forward repeatedly. Tseng groaned through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the back of Cloud's shirt. He tugged and pulled at the material, wanting something, anything, to hold him steady. He was crumbling apart, feeling a budding pressure at the pit of his stomach that demanded release. If Tseng muttered any words, he didn't hear them.
Chuckling, Cloud tilted Tseng's hips up frontwards to grind aggressively against his prostate in smooth rolling motions, practically bending the male in two. That single change had Tseng screaming as every single nerve in his body burned with pure blissful pleasure. Legs hiked over Cloud's shoulders, hands squeezing roughing on his waist, he was pounded into until he couldn't feel anything else. He once more clawed at the sofa, at Cloud, anything that could give him some sort of bearing. He felt like he was falling, falling, like he was never going to come out of this hole he had buried himself into.
The problem was: did he want to?
His body shook, overwhelmed, over stimulated, and that delicious pressure deep in his belly exploded. His vision went completely white, a sharp buzzing sound in the back of his mind. It took maybe minutes for his body to calm down, to fall from its high, and his mind to refocus. He moaned deeply, squirming mildly, his body heaving from exhaustion.
Oh, oh... That was good. That was honestly the best sex he's ever had. Tseng had never truly enjoyed being the bottom, but this was so very different and he wanted more. His body hummed pleasantly, that aching pressure in the back of his mind completely gone. He felt...content, like he was finally complete. If it was the cells making him feel this way, he didn't want to get rid of them.
As Tseng's onyx eyes peered up, Cloud was hovering over him momentarily in concern before it was gone, chuckling. "I think you liked that a little too much, Tseng." The blond pushed a few loose bangs that had fallen out of the hair tie aside, keeping them from sticking uncomfortably to the skin. "How do you feel?"
"Sore. Good." Tseng didn't even remember Cloud pulling out, though he could feel something dripping down the back of his thigh, or...the fact there was now a third person in the room.
Tseng blinked. Yep, there was definitely a third, a man with long black hair and glowing red eyes, most of his body hidden behind the couch. Was this...the roommate? The other presence in the house? The one that was the same as him? So many questions and yet he couldn't open his mouth to voice them. Despite that, he didn't feel the other as an enemy, like he was threatened. Tseng felt...safe? Like he would be protected? He didn't understand this feeling at all. He didn't understand any of it, but that didn't stop him from wanting, from desiring.
Cloud smiled at the third person, settling back to the opposite side of the couch, letting Tseng relax by straightening his legs. His hands rubbed tenderly down the aching muscles, rewarded with a soft moan. "You came back just in time. Enjoy the show?"
Vincent glared. "You did this on purpose." He had appeared halfway into the said 'show' and had observed from the sidelines at first before creeping forward. Now, he was staring down at Tseng's exhausted body with interest, his red eyes trailing over each and every muscle, every twitch, and watched like he was memorized as Tseng's chest rose and fell.
Extraordinarily, as mentioned before, Tseng didn't feel off regarding the stranger, keeping himself naked and open for the man's viewing pleasure. Instead, Tseng enjoyed it. At first, he figured the two were probably in a relationship of sorts, much like him with Cloud (Is that what this is? Tseng didn't care), but he didn't feel jealous or anything like that when he was supposed to. What he wanted instead was to have this newfound man as his own. To claim him, or perhaps, have himself be claimed, much like Cloud had just done to him.
Cloud gave an innocent look, though his eyes stated otherwise. "I'm sharing. What is mine, is yours, and vice versa." Those blue eyes peered back down at Tseng. "The same applies to you too, Tseng." Reaching further up, his hands massaged along Tseng's inner thighs, drawing out a long licentious moan in return, the Turk's back arching at the spark it created. "Let him have a taste, won't you?"
"A taste?" Tseng ended up moaning again as those fingers glided just right over his sensitive skin. He knew Cloud meant this stranger and he honestly didn't mind. His eyes drifted back over to the red-eyed man, staring at him, almost ogling. The man wasn't bad looking, quite handsome actually, and there was this exotic scrumptious smell surrounding him.
Cautiously, Vincent went around the couch, unbuckling his belts that held up his red clock. He placed it onto another couch and, when he was beside Tseng, Vincent kneeled down, his head hovering of the other with his long black hair falling over his shoulders. There was an undeniable draw between the two of them, mentally calling each other out. It was the cells they shared resonating, controlling them, telling them to come together, but neither was concerned about those little facts.
Vincent reached forward, cupping a cheek with his human hand before leaning the rest of the way. He was testing the boundaries, unsure if Tseng would let him play and yet, he really hoped so. Vincent got his answer when Tseng whined, grasping his hand, and just melted into the tender touch.
"May I?" Vincent's voice was a whisper, his lips just an inch away from touching. He could feel the warm breath tickling along his pale skin, see the very pores on Tseng's nose, and the way those eyes flickered back and forth from his lips and eyes. It was as much as an opening Vincent was going to get and since Tseng's wasn't going to physically answer him just yet, Vincent pushed the rest of the distance, making his claim.
A simple kiss quickly evolved into something fiercer, deeper, and needy. Tseng retracted from Vincent's hand, wrapping his right arm around the half-dead immortal's neck, pulling him in closer. His left was tugging at Vincent's clothes, trying to force the other to get on top, and Vincent did, crawling over, settling right in-between those already spread legs, right where Cloud had made his request. Seeing as he's in the way, Cloud quickly maneuvered to the table, getting the perfect view to watch the only two people that officially bore his cells come together beautifully.
Vincent's hand cradled Tseng's face, positioning the other just right to comfortably slip inside his mouth, tongues tangling. A muffled moan slipped through, Tseng using his left to undo some of the immortal's clothes as his legs hooked behind the waist. This was... This was more than good. Tseng could feel his body stirring at the stimulation, coming back to life, and groaned loudly against those lips when Vincent grinded down just right.
Shit, he just got fucked senseless by Cloud. Was he really up for another round? Those pestering thoughts vanished the moment Vincent's tongue tangled with his own once more and his body responded in kind.
Vincent broke away from the kiss, letting his lips trail down to the crook of the neck, listening to the soft sighs. His right hand threaded through the black silk-like hair, careful with the hair tie, before getting a good grip. He yanked down, earning a gasp and exposing more sun-kissed skin. His tongue ran up and down the opening before finding a spot that earned him a twitch and shiver from the other, a sensitive area apparently. Grinning darkly, Vincent bite down, hard, and sucked, enough to leave behind a bruise, but not enough to break skin.
Tseng just arched into the pain, mixed well with pleasure, sending all sorts of pleasant thrills down his spine, a dangerous mixture, but one that suited perfectly to his dark role in life. It was enough to curl his toes, biting down on his bottom lip to keep him from croaking out a cry.
Vincent chuckled, pulling back. "Want me to stop?"
The heated glare the half-dead immortal received in return was bitter. "N-Now you ask me?" Tseng sneered. "If you stop now, I'll kill you. J-Just..." A bright flush of color spread across his cheeks, obviously embarrassed. The idea of having a complete stranger have his way with him didn't bother him, still didn't when he thought further on the details. "Just get in already."
"As you wish."
Oh, Vincent was being a little shit today. Cloud chuckled from the sidelines, the two black-haired males trapped in their own little world, only aware of each other. It was amusing to watch the way they molded together just right, bickering here and there, before switching to something else. It was enough to give him all the reassurances that they would get along just fine. He didn't want to leave it all to just his cells making the physical and mental changes.
From the sidelines, Cloud observed as Vincent retracted from Tseng, just enough to undo his pants, tugging them down his waist. Using his human hand, Vincent lubed himself with the remaining lubricant Cloud handed over and quickly pushed inside, yanking those long legs wide open as he did so. A hiss slipped through Tseng's lips, his entrance (nice and slick) was still sore from the previous abuse, but it was gone soon after as Vincent gave a few steady thrusts, quickly finding that spot buried deep within.
Tseng cursed, squirming back, but was held down by Vincent's claw, cradled just right to not cut through sensitive skin. The drastic coldness of the gauntlet had him shivering into Vincent's touch, feeling the man simply surround him. It felt so good, having the stranger push deep into those areas that had him seeing stars, being engulfed whole once more, this time with Vincent's crushing warm scent.
The only problem was that Vincent was still teasing him, touching that spot just lightly before escaping, over and over again. It was driving Tseng mad. He wanted more, so much more.
"Vincent." Tseng called out, barely registering the fact he knew the man's name. Why...did he know it? He had never seen him before until now. But he knew it, he knew. Tseng's fingers searched forward, wrapping around the man's neck once more, pulling him closer. "Vincent, please."
Vincent stared, utterly shocked that Tseng knew his name when it had never been mentioned. Still, as he watched as Tseng begged and arched his back, squeezing down painfully tight around him, he snapped. Tseng looked absolutely enthralled, broken, and the heat and scent he was giving off was delicious. The debauched sight was delightful, enough so that even Cloud was stirring from the sidelines. Vincent reached forward, yanking off the hair tie, letting the black silk-like strands scatter across the cushions. And then, Vincent took him, over and over again, listening as Tseng gasped and screamed in return. Vincent pressed down on those thin hips painfully hard, enough to leave a bruise. He was at least careful with his claw, not wanting to cause actual harm.
"M-More!" Tseng begged. "Vincent, please, I need more! I-I'm so close!"
Vincent growled, quickening his pace, burying so deep inside that he knew Tseng was seeing stars behind those closed eyelids, especially the way he tilted his head back with his mouth wipe open. He listened to the way Tseng broke down, wrapped so tightly around his body, and it was enough to push him over that edge for a second time. Vincent came the same time Tseng did, feeling his cum mixing with Cloud's and as it trickled down the sides.
"Shit..." Vincent whispered, staring down at Tseng, both breathing heavily as they came down from their high. "Shit..." He spoke again, louder this time, pulling back and retracting his hands. Tseng's body was completely limp, groaning softly as Vincent pulled out, no energy left to even twitch. Lips swollen and red, cheeks crimson, with sweat dripping down his brows, and hair sticking the edges of his face, Tseng was a spectacle to study.
"Think we might have pushed him a little hard for his first time?" Cloud suddenly slipped in close and personal, holding a wet hand cloth from gods know where because Vincent could barely think at this current moment. Slowly cleaning Tseng off, Cloud chuckled at the confusion Vincent had crackling through his expression. Obviously, the immortal hadn't expected himself to do such a thing, to be pushed so hard and to actually take someone in such a possessive manner.
Vincent scooted back, fixing himself, and blinked as he tried to focus his mind. He let Cloud do all the work and carefully stood up, making sure his legs wouldn't give out from underneath. Moments passed as Cloud repositioned Tseng's body into something more comfortable on the couch, turning him to his side as the other slowly lost consciousness, easing into the darkness of slumber.
"Will he be staying in the guest room?" Vincent eventually brought up just as Cloud covered the still-dazed Tseng up with a blanket that was hanging over the couch cushion. The Wutaian's eyes were cracked open momentarily, eyeing the two. Eventually, exhaustion overcame him and once they closed, he was out like a light. "Or with us?"
Cloud snorted, almost as if offended. "Us obviously. I'm not going to make him sleep by himself after all we did to him today."
Vincent's lips twitched, tugging at his forgotten cape that had been thrown carelessly to the floor. He was tempted to put it back on, but decided otherwise. Instead, he stretched it out and laid it gently on his slumbering companion like a blanket, tucking Tseng in. The Turk, all relaxed and sleeping, looked content. Nothing to stress him, no job expectations, no nothing. Vincent knew, Cloud, in a way, and for Tseng himself, tasted like freedom and safety. It was something Turks never truly received once chained down to their harsh lifestyle until death do they part.
Cloud continued to observe from the sidelines as Vincent gazed down Tseng's slumbering features, the half-dead immortal cupping the other's chin with his human hand. It was gentle, much like a lover would touch another. There was a mixture of desire, of love, and confusion, that Cloud was receiving from Vincent. He voiced it. "What's wrong, Vincent?"
There was a momentary pause before Vincent pulled away, glancing towards the blond. "I thought..." He hesitated once more, unsure on how to get his thoughts out as a vocal. "I thought I would be more jealous that there would be another person to take your attention away from me. That we might fight for it."
"My gift doesn't work that way." Cloud admitted, slowly slipping into the kitchen. "It's a network of sorts with me in the main center, like a hive mind. As you know, my cells cause you to desire me, even love me. It wouldn't be good if I added others and people started killing each other to be the only one left, to be the only one that would get everything." He expanded a little more. "So to fix that, the best way is to spread that same love to others. You will end up loving Tseng just as much as you love me. Him in return. His desire, yours as well, overwhelmed you both completely and led to what just happened."
Vincent followed behind to listen. However, at those words, he remained frozen at the entrance.
Cloud could see the other through the reflection of the window and smiled. He was already going through the motions of making something for dinner, knowing Tseng would be starving when he roused from his slumber. "Plus, I don't honestly think I can handle all these people wanting my attention continuously all at once. It would drive me absolutely bonkers." Because, Cloud is an isolated person. He didn't enjoy any grand affection, just little bits here and there. Too much scared him away, made him want to run for the hills. "It's better this way too. I'm only one person. If there was six people, for example, seeking me out, I might up killing someone out of frustration. It's easier to spread it around evenly so that, if I'm busy or something, they can go to someone else. Though, some will always have their preferences."
Finally, Vincent stepped closer with a sharp twinkle in his red eyes. "You plan on recruiting more people?"
The blond snorted, "Oh, gods no." He pulled out a few things from the refrigerator, tucking them at the back of the counter. "But you never know, things can always change. Hopefully, for the better."
That was true. Vincent could agree with that. The world, no, universe is vast. Anything can literally happen.
"I honestly never intended on turning you or even Tseng." The alien sighed, rotating around to face his first lover. "But watching you suffer because of what someone else did to you and Tseng dying right before my very eyes, I couldn't just do nothing. Especially when I know I could."
The normally red-clocked male took a few more steps forward, reaching up with his right to cradle Cloud's face. His thumb caressed the soft pale skin tenderly, lovingly, and he smiled. "This...feeling." Vincent whispered, almost unheard. "I never thought I would ever experience it again after what happened with Lucrecia. But, then you came into my life, woke me up from my endless nightmares, from my sorrow, my self-imposed prison, and showed me that there was something left." Leaning forward for a kiss, short and brief, but filled with enough emotion to fill the sea, Vincent pulled back to stare into those familiar blue eyes. "Never think I'm ever ungrateful for what you've done for me. You've given me a new life, one I'm happy with, and one I'll gladly fight to keep, even if it's your cells that dictates my way of thoughts. If I am to fall in love with Tseng, so be it."
Vincent went for another kiss, this time long and sweet, carefully prying his lover's lips open. He received a long moan in return, pressing up so close that the only thing that separated their skin from touching was the clothes they bore.
Cloud decided not to forgo with dinner preparations until later that evening.
Not sure I want to include Zack/Cloud into this considering he's still a teenager at this time point. Will probably include Lazard/Cloud as well. Then I'll have the full collection.