"Zack, stop staring at him."

Vincent was absolutely refusing to look in the direction of Reeve and Zack- both of whom were failing to speak in hushed tones about Vincent's current... Condition.

"I know, I know! But hel, man. Look at him." Reeve mouthed 'don't antagonize him', and proceeded to leave. Hopefully to fetch the wretched Transform Materia to fix the damage it had done

"I see Zack, and it's rude to stare until we've figured out how to fix it." Finally, they both shut up, much to Vincent bittersweet relief. Though, if he was honest with himself, Zack's attentions were always flattering. Even if most of it was for the parts that were not supposed to be his.

Squinting downwards (hopefully without being noticed), Vincent examined the two new lumps of flesh on his chest.

Breasts. How humiliating! After all the other disgusting 'work' Hojo had done to his body, somehow a negative reaction to Reeve's newest Materia had led to this.

Glancing at Zack through thick lashes, Vincent stiffened imperceptive as said man approached and settled next to him. Studying quietly with a faint grin, Zack put his foot in his mouth (for the first time that day surprisingly enough). "So does this mean I can call you pretty now?"

"Zack?" The normal rumble was gone, replaced with a lilt that made Vincent want to shoot something. Probably his boyfriend, and then Reeve.

"Yeah?"

"Say another word and I will kick you out for a month."

Zack- damn him- grinned with delight and only kissed the elder's cheek.

"Still love ya, man." Vincent grunted in reply. Refusing to look at him again. Zack, who would not be ignored, wrapped his arms a smaller waist than he was used to and nuzzled into that perpetually musty-smelling cloak the elder wore. Stoutly refusing to look at him, Vincent had to deal with Zack attempting to put his chin on both shoulders, the top of his head, and leaning over to catch his eye.

"I will not hesitate to shoot you, Zack Fair."

"Ah c'mon, Vince-!"

"Vincent."

"I didn't mean to make you a girl! Reeve didn't either! He was just trying to make a Bird Transform so we could fly! I mean, you get it don't you? Flyin's gotta be a great feeling!"

In truth, Vincent couldn't deny that- Flying was pretty amazing.

"I don't care." He huffed. Still refusing to look at those pleading purple eyes. Knowing he would forgive the idiotic, and yet somehow resistible, SOLDIER.

Without warning, Zack suddenly threw all of his weight and dragged them both over. A wrestling match quickly ensued, and left the bench Vincent previously rested on, broken and several items from the storage room they were currently skulking in, strewn across the floor. And eventually, blood from the deep bite marks Chaos' host dug into Zack's neck, shoulders and arms.

For a moment, both of the powerful fighters stared at each other where they had paused in their physical squabble. Vincent was straddling his playful partner, glaring at him (trying to ignore Chaos' amused, lewd commentary that had been running since this mess began).

"What do you think you're doing?" Vincent growled, also ignoring the faint guilt at the sluggishly bleeding bites.

"Helping you work it out so you'll forgive me. I'd hate to walk you home while you're pissed because then your usual quiet stuff is awkward and hostile and I don't like you being mad at me."

Zack was pouting at him, and dammit if pouty, bloody, Zack wasn't an arousing sight then Vincent and all his inner demons (all shifting in anticipation) had seen, then They didn't know what was.

Growling again, They decided to do something about Their wolf.

Reeve was not pleased to return to a store that smelled of natural and unnatural body fluids.