Lets see, Sephiroth, Zack, and Reno..Two SOLDIER 1st class and my second in command vs me… Fuck you Rufus!

Sitting astride his borrowed Firebolt, Tseng sent a very dark glare over to the Slytherin stands where he knew the smug ass blond was sitting. "How did I manage to get roped into this…" He knew exactly how he had, he was still loyal to the damn blond, and it only took a single order and he would obey..to an extent.

The group had been back at Hogwarts for about three weeks now. After the Weasley house incident, the rest of their vacation had been uneventful, almost boring as Reno had put it. Well if you didn't count Sephiroth chasing the remnants around, Kadaj tended to get a little clingy.

Arrival at the school had been a very tense event, every one of them on high alert. They had almost expected the ministry to be there waiting for them when they stepped off the train at Hogsmeade. The fact that there was no Ministry action and not even Umbridge had acted when they had arrived back at the school had them all on high alert all of the time. So much so that the group completely forgot about the delayed first match of the Quidditch season. Slytherin VS Gryffindor!

It had been at breakfast that his day went from a day of possibly sitting in the stands, wrapped in a warm blanket with his husband watching the game to actually playing in it.

Sipping on his hot chocolate, dark eyes blinked slightly as a broom was suddenly pushed under his nose. Slowly he looked up, not at all surprised to see Rufus standing in front of him.. it was his broom that was shoved under his nose at the moment. "Tseng, I order you to play seeker for Slytherin today." Wait what?! He wasn't a quidditch player!

"Why in Gaia's name would I want to play seeker?" Wait, why was Rufus suddenly refusing to play? When he was fully Draco he did everything in his power to play, especially if it meant winning...wait." Tseng glanced over remembering suddenly who it was they were playing against. Of course..

Tseng deadpanned and looked up at his former boss. No wonder he was trying to pawn this off onto him. Rufus was only very very basic enhanced, as Draco he had only a slight disadvantage against Harry. Now that Harry was the fully enhanced Sephiroth, Rufus didn't have a snow balls chance in hell.. on top of the highest enhanced SOLDIER playing seeker, a position that required speed and fast reflexes, they now had two mako enhanced beaters. While Reno wouldn't be inclined to hit a solid metal bludger towards his lover, Zack would have no problem and the man tended to forget his own strength.

Sighing he reached out taking the broom. "You owe me.."

Oh yes, that man owed him greatly.

By Leviathan it was cold! He was a desert boy, he didn't do well in cold weather. Sitting on his broom hovering over the Quidditch field, he had his arms folded into the massive sleeves of the green and silver Quidditch robes which had been magicked warm. If there was one benefit to this new life, it was knowing magic like this. How many times had he been sent to a cold area for a mission and been relying completely on those horrible little hand warmers? Too many times. He would have given his right hand for this magic back then, fuck it would have made his life so much easier! that was for sure.

"Cold Niisan?" Hearing the soft chuckle, Tseng turned a dark glare on the silver haired teen now hovering beside him. "Unlike you I am not a walking mako heater.." Which was one reason he was so pissed right now, his husband was just as highly enhanced as Sephiroth which meant the boy was extremely warm and cuddled up to him under that blanket sounded wonderful right about now.

Laughing Sephiroth flew around him, his goggles in place as the icy air was bothering overly sensitive eyes. "Stop hovering in one place than, you know the whole point of Quidditch is to move around. You do stay quite warm when you actually move and participate in the game." Which the Wutain seemed to be ignoring as it had started about ten minutes ago and Gryffindor was already several points ahead.

"Yes, because adding the wind chill at fifty plus miles an hour will make me soo much warmer." The sarcasm was just dripping from his voice as he pulled his legs up onto of the broom in order to keep them warm as well. One thing he prided himself on, among others that often went unspoken, was his balance. All of which was proven great when one of the Gryffindor chasers nearly collided with him and he didn't even sway on his broom.

"Suit yourself.." Sometimes that man could be so damn stubborn, guess it came with the territory of being a Turk. Turning on his broom Sephiroth charged off across the field. Like almost every other match they were waiting until a certain amount of goals had been made before actively searching for the snitch.

During the very few practices they had after awakening, hunting the snitch down had been breeching on a joke. The sound of the wings beating rapidly had almost been painfully loud in his ears, now though that the stadium was full…

Sephiroth strained his ears, relying almost completely on them to locate the snitch. With the amount of gold on one side of the stadium, it was illogical to rely on eyesight alone, the noise though was making it impossible even for him to discern the sound of the snitch from the students around him.

Stopping on the other side of the stadium he frowned slightly, Tseng wasn't even looking around.. did the man really not even want to attempt to try? That wasn't like the Turk...wait a second. Turk…

No Tseng was participating, but playing in a way the Turk knew how. Turks sat.. and watched.. their patience unmatched by any even in SOLDIER. No, Tseng was playing.. this would be an interesting match.

Dodging a bludger he kept one eye on the unmoving Turk as he returned to his own patrol for the snitch.

Head tucked into robe, Tseng could only chuckle darkly feeling those eyes on him along side the annoying shouts of his house for him to do something. Oh he knew where the snitch was with out even having to look. One thing you never did..take a Turk to 'watch' a practice. It had taken a few weeks of observation but the young Wutain had managed to get all the information he had needed.

Hearing the announcer calling out another score for Gryffindor, he raised his head, dark eyes glancing over to the scoreboard. Game was going far slower than he expected… if he wanted to get warm he might just have end this game sooner than he had planned. His team mates would get pissed cause it wouldn't be enough points to get them towards the cup.. but he wasn't a Quidditch player, he was a Turk.

It was movement from across the pitch that had Sephiroth stilling from his search for the snitch. The uncurling of a figure that for the past hour had been utterly still had the silver haired boy wonder going completely still. What are you up to Niisan…

Uncurling himself from the protective cocoon of heat he had created for himself, dark eyes glanced around the pitch, catching sight of the head of silver encased in red and gold. Slowly a dark almost sinister smile crossed his lips, this was going to be a sweet day.

Half gloved fingers wrapped around the polished wooden handle, dark eyes turning a bright acidic green as the mako rose his blood.

It was time to end this!

"Fuck!" Throwing himself sideways, Sephiroth barely dodged the silver and green blur that shot past him. He had turned away from the Turk for a fraction of a second to avoid a bludger, that had been all the time it took for Tseng to get clear across the pitch and get his attention.

Growling darkly, acid green eyes narrowed at the smirk sent back from the once Turk. So.. this was how he was going to play it.

Flattening himself on his Firebolt, he shot after Tseng.

Not needing to look back, he could feel the teen behind him, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end with the thrill of the chase!

Blocking the sounds of the crowds around them, his sole focus was on the tiny golden ball zipping in and around the Gryffindor goal post. Jumping to his feet he vaulted over one of his own chasers, his broom flying perfectly between the startled boys arms. Grabbing the handle he landed back upon it, speed never once slowing down. A Turk was trained to react within a fraction of a second, the increased mako allowing their body to move at the speed needed. It came in very handy when you were driving 120+ through rush hour traffic on the sector 8 plate.

A familiar whooshing sound forced him into a roll to avoid the bludger hit by a very over exuberant Zack. A bludger hit that hard would have done some serious damage even to a fully enhanced SOLDIER… he would make sure to get the boy back later. Now though…

He could feel the heat on his back, hearing Sephiroth almost breathing down his neck. Time for a little diversion..

Sephiroth jerked his broom to the side moments before colliding with Tseng's back, the Turk flying straight up suddenly. Nope, I know what you are doing Niisan.. Refusing to fall for the bait he turned his attention back to where he had seen the snitch only to growl darkly and look up. "Gaia damn you!" What he thought had been the diversion had been the next move.. it was his own mindset that had been the diversion. Readjusting the Firebolt Sephiroth rocketed after him, there was no way he was letting a Turk, especially one that got airsick beat him! Call it an old rivalry but SOLDIER hated to be beaten by the Turks.

Oh Sephiroth.. you would think after all these years you would have learned. Hook line and sinker.. Stalling the broom, his body started to float as he hit zero G. Allowing his eyes to close he felt himself falling towards earth, the golden snitch that had only been inches from his vanishing suddenly. Mako green opened to meet equally mako green, a devilish smile crossing his lips hand opening revealing the VR protector in it. The look that crossed Sephiroth's face, oh he wished he had a camera.

You would think by now, the man would have learned… Turks don't play fair.

That sneaky son of a bitch! He had been using a VR simulation. Quickly he cast around for the real snitch, only to stare as Tseng still falling pulled it from his pocket. How…

Chuckling Tseng twisted moments later feeling strong arms wrapping around him, moments later the ground meeting both their feet. "If you hadn't been hiding it, that would have been a world record." Chuckling softly, Tseng turned to his husband loving when he spoke his native tongue. "Yes, but then I couldn't have seen that wonderful expression on Sephiroth's face." Resisting the urge to kiss the blond for the moment, Tseng turned holding up the snitch for all to see.

What did you know.. maybe Quidditch could be fun.

AN: Look! i'm not dead! though I feel like it! Sorry it has taken so long and this was not my best chapter..by far. But I am trying to wake my muses up once more now that my twins are older and I get more than 1 hour to myself. If you have been keeping up with my posts on my profile.. I found out recently that I am pregnant again, but since I am having a hard time writing I am working with an aritst to turn this into a comic to help keep all my wonderful readers entertained during my absence.

So i know it's not the best chapter, but please Review and tell me what you think!