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Sparked: Gift Fic for Spopococ!	By : wolfkin59 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fan fic. I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I make nothing by writing this. It is purely a gift for a friend who deserves every word.

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Sparked: Part I
Like a Lightbulb
Tseng didn't know when he'd first started feeling attracted to the elusive gunman, but somehow he'd managed to bury the feeling so deeply that even the Wutaian himself hadn't suspected. And yet, Reno had figured it out.
"Yo, Dot-man, guess what? I hear tall, dark and vampy spends all his time out in the Forgotten City, alone with his gun. Strangest foursome I've ever heard of, man..." Reno had shaken his head as if despairing, but Tseng had no trouble seeing through that to the mischief in the redhead's eyes. "He's gotta be gay; you should find a way to tap him, 'cause I bet he's so repressed he'd be a wild lay." Suggestiveness and insinuations were milk and bread to Reno.
Dark eyes narrowed. "I don't approve of this, Reno." The slight growl in his voice told the redhead to back off the topic of Tseng's sex life.
"Fine, yo," sighed Reno. "But if you ask me, you're missin' out. Valentine's hot, wears a lot of leather - which is a sign of kinkiness if I've ever seen one - and, as we read in the file, he was in a coffin for thirty years. The man's gotta be deprived, Tseng. He's got a need, you've got a need - don't think I haven't noticed that you never get laid, yo. Make the most of it, boss-man."
Eyes narrowing, Tseng's reply was ice. "You expect me to use him, after everything he's suffered at ShinRa's - and Hojo's - hands?"
As the Wutaian man turned on his heel and stalked measuredly out of the room, Reno contemplated his words. Dot-man has a crush, and doesn't want to hurt tall, dark and spooky? He grinned to himself in the now-empty room. The situation's workable. Let's see... Picking up his phone, he dialed a number he now had memorized. "Yo, Tifa? I see a chance for us to do something for some friends..."
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The Seventh Heaven had been closed down for some renovations, but now was ready to reopen and draw in even more customers than before. Which explained why Rufus and the TURKs currently sat at a table in the bar, near to but not necessarily with Cloud Strife and his friends. Tifa had felt that the populace would respond best to the presence of the blond ShinRa and his TURKs if they were in the same room with all of her friends and no one even seemed to be trying to kill each other. Probably true. And then Reno heard Cid bragging about his latest airship, the Shera, and the redhead just couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Bet I can fly your baby better than you can," smirked the TURK.
Rude silently put his head in his hands. If he ruins this opportunity for good publicity, Tseng won't have to kill him because Rufus will have already done it.
Cid Highwind, captain of his airship and the first man to fly a rocket into space, sputtered. "Like I'd chance ya crashin' her! Prob'ly lose control in th' firs' five minutes! Godd*mn TURK!"
Reno leered. "I never lose control of any woman I'm with, yo!"
And the blond man lost his temper. With a snarl of rage, he leapt forward, fully intent on taking the redhead down by any means necessary. Reno smirked, tilted his shot glass in the captain's direction in a mocking silent toast, and subtly prepared to be attacked.
Neither reckoned on being interrupted.
Tseng grabbed Reno by the arm and told him sternly, "If you continue this or start any other fuss tonight, I swear I will ensure that you get neither laid nor drunk for the next year, do you understand?"
The redhead flinched. A year? D*mn it, yo, just 'cause he's got loads of sexual tension doesn't mean he needs to take it out on me! "Gotcha, boss-man," he managed to say. But he didn't quite manage to keep the disgruntled tone out of his voice.
Meanwhile, Vincent had restrained Cid, black-gloved hand on his arm, gauntlet keeping the weapon in the blond's hand from flying across the space between TURK and captain. "Cid, enough. If you continue to act the child, it will be you who has to face Tifa and apologize. She knew to expect this from Reno, but you are her friend and normally show more respect." Crimson eyes drilled holes in the captain, who wilted.
"A'right, a'right," he growled. "I ain't a fool or a child, d*mn it, get yer hands off me!" Jerking free of the ex-TURK, Cid stalked to the bar and sat down, keeping his distance from everyone present, the redheaded TURK in particular. He'd have been even more furious if told that he and Barret sounded a lot alike when they were pissed, which was probably why no one told him.
Dark eyes locking with crimson, Tseng exchanged nods with the ex-TURK. "I appreciate your intervention. He had every right to be mad." Reno was being deliberately provoking.
Lips quirking in the slightest of wry smiles, Vincent said, "Yes, but Tifa would not be pleased if anyone wrecked her newly re-opened bar tonight, let alone a friend like Cid or Barret." He did not say that the woman tending the bar had a temper and would have unleashed her martial arts skills on anyone foolish enough to destroy what she worked hard to run and keep running; he didn't have to. Nor did he need to comment on how Tseng kept discipline among his TURKs...when he was present.
Of course, no one could control Reno when they weren't present. The man was an excellent TURK in action, but when there wasn't action he liked to make some. This habit was not exclusively restricted to Reno, but he was the most likely to pull such stunts.
And obviously I never did as I pleased instead of following orders, came Vincent's sarcastic thought. But he was brought out of his reverie when Tseng spoke.
"Would you join me for a late dinner, once we're done here?"
Vincent blinked. "Why?"
"Consider it a thank-you for keeping your friends as calm as they can be, even though you in particular have good reason to hate ShinRa and everything to do with it."
There was a moment of silence as this was mused over and accepted. "Where?"
"Do you know where I live? You could meet me there, I suppose. Or we can walk together." A tiny smile quirked the corners of his lips. "It's probably been a long time since you've had homemade Wutaian food, hasn't it...? I'll cook."
When the ex-TURK acquiesced, they left the bar. It didn't take long to walk to Tseng's residence.
Eyes roaming over what he could see of the place so far, Vincent saw that it was sparse, clean, and simply decorated. Much like Tseng himself; it takes a sharp eye to note the underlying truths evident in what is visible, and if you don't know the man, not even a sharp eye can tell you the whole truth...
Dinner was a quiet affair, as befit two often silent men. Traditional Wutaian food, utilizing the flavors of the ingredients instead of spices, and Vincent found the meal and the company fulfilled a craving he hadn't realized he had. When it was over, the ex-TURK offered soft-spoken thanks and turned to leave.
"Vincent."
Stopping, he turned his head to look back, one eyebrow raised questioningly.
"... Would you be agreeable to having dinner with me again sometime?"
There was a pause as the crimson-eyed man mused over the idea. "... Perhaps. I won't know until that time comes."
Tseng thought he might have seen hidden laughter flash behind his eyes, but it was gone so fast he wasn't entirely certain. He didn't know what to say, but as the ex-TURK made to leave again, he said, "You're welcome in my home at any time, whether I'm here or not. Even though Rufus wants to recruit you as a TURK again, you still act so calmly and professionally around us, and I find that impressive - and appreciable. I also owe you for my life, and for that of a rookie under my command, and..." He ran a hand through his hair once, nervous and unsure. "...and, I like you." To say he thought the other man was sexy was more than he could do, even if it was true.
Vincent took a moment to allow the words to sink in, and then he nodded slightly. "I...appreciate the offer. And...I'm not yet sure what to think about the last bit." In response to an unspoken worry he could see in the tension of Tseng's shoulders, he added, "But I don't avoid people just because they like me."
Dark eyes closed in relief, shutting out the world in order to bask in the meaning of those words. As Vincent shut the door behind himself, the Wutaian TURK managed to whisper, "Thank you. I...needed to hear that." He didn't realize that the ex-TURK's sharp ears heard it, or he might not have spoken.
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