Neither man was a outdoorsy type. Their lives had not allowed for such liberties before. Hunting down a old lover's child bent on destruction or recuperating from a previous injury from said person because you chose the wrong side in the end, kind of takes precedence. Tseng would just as well do paperwork at his desk while Vincent clung to dark corners, anywhere.

Things were different now, though habits were hard to break.

As a act of goodwill of Cloud getting over himself on their relationship, his Costa de Sol manor was offered to them for a week for R&R.

Begrudgingly, the couple took the peace offering. Both, surprisingly, met no opposition from their higher ups when they requested the time off, Reeve smiling from ear to ear and Rufus placing his head along braided fingers, also wearing a Cheshire cat's smile.

Neither Vincent nor Tseng were naive to the fact that they clearly had been a topic of discussion among their peers. Both simply shook their heads at the foolishness that was their supposed friends.

Vincent conceded to go because he had not seen the ocean in years. Tseng was looking forward to the beach.

When they both showed up to the condo, both looked out of place and over dressed; it looked like they wouldn't enjoy this type of area or scenery.

Since of which seemed very true as Vincent immediately closed blinds in the home and sought the bed while being nonplussed. He had no intention of stepping one foot on the beach into the hot sun.

Tseng simply placed his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.

That was Vincent's solid plan, well until he noticed Tseng undressing. He cracked one eye open secretly taking in the seemingly boring task with great interest.

Tseng smiled to himself. While he was not a person to typically do this, he knew in order to get Vincent to come aling, he'd have to put the best foot forward so to speak. Turning away from the eyes that now were both opened, he shrugged his coat off. Next the stiff cotton of his shirt went too. Shortly he began to disarm, his bare back muscles rippling to the cool air. Once all of that was nestly place on the desk before him, Tseng looked at his reflect in the mirror before him, taking his hair down and secretly spying on the now sitting up Vincent on the bed.

With a gentle tug, down fell the press slacks, leaving Tseng and all his magnificent glory in a pair of boycut swimming trunks. Feinting oblivious actions, he slowly bent at the waist, straight legged to reach for his pants that crumpled on the floor.

Tseng heard the small inhale if air from Vincent in the completely quiet room. He smirked to himself. He knew that his swimming attire was...very small.

Tseng turned around in Hunter green boyshorts. They were trimmed in white. Tseng watched as Vincent watched his form. All of Tseng's form was on display. Lightly tanned skin covered broad shoulders and well built muscled chest tapered down to a slight waist. His Adonis belt showed on both sides. Tseng turned to,fold his newly,shorn pants. The material barely contained Tseng's firm but sharply bottom. Firm, strong thighs led to long, lithe legs blow. Vincent groaned.

Vincent forgot to breathe, especially when all that long, sable hair was thrown over one of Tseng's shoulders in a fanfare to draw attention.

At least one part of Vincent was being completely honest. Tseng looked at it earnestly.

Seeing Tseng about to leave, jealousy made him take action.

Unfortunately, said action was him dressed in nothing but black and red board shorts, sunshade, and a high, messy ponytail, sitting under a canopy on the beach, in the same sun he'd disavowed earlier.

Tseng tired to drawn him out from his protective umbrella but received a disapproving scowl for it. Tseng was used to Vincent and took no offense.

Just before he could regret this newest situation, he spotted Tseng break the water's surface. Tseng pushed all that long hair back as stray droplets of water went this way and that down the grooves of his perfectly muscled chest.

Vincent could see everything on crystals clarity. He was finding he had a great appreciation for the ocean.

As Tseng took his hair in hand, wringing it out all the while sauntering up to Vincent, Vincent felt the need to now join him. It wasn't everyday the commander of the Turks looked...like some wanton siren on land. So, when Tseng offered his hand, he willing took it to follow him. He would deal with his claw later if need be.

They enjoyed themselves in the ocean until sunset.

Coming back to their beach towel, both looked out over the horizon, enjoying the setting sun, each happy it was in the company of one another.

When night finally came and Tseng laid there enjoying the warm evening breeze, Vincent thought of a better way to warm him up as he captured Tseng's lips possesively.

Tseng might have felt sort of way about his discarded boyshort swimwear, if he wasn't currently busy trying to breath and chant Vincent's name to the stars at the moment.

Alas, in the end Tseng had to wrap a beach towel around himself and conceal the swimwear but found he couldn't care.

Vincent, too, found, in the end, that going to the beach was actually a wonderful thing. Tseng was currently enjoying that thought again back in the condo, as he scratched, bit, and mewled at another beautiful experience.