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Walking Out on Destiny	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: You ever been sick…then get better…then freakin relapse. I ended up in bed in a dazed state of trippy dreams and hallucinations. Having a fever has never been so awesome and so terrible at the sametime. Anyway, I think I'm okay this time and can continue at my usual speed but with the way my immune system is acting don't get too excited. The Omake will be posted as a separate onshot to the story so as not to interrupt the flow. If you're curious about the little short, keep an eye out for it and i will let everyone know when its finished. In the mean time enjoy. *sniffle*

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Walking Out on Destiny Season Two

Episode Seven: Insult to Injury

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Reno woke uncomfortably when he rolled into what should've been another warm body but was instead a cold empty space. He groaned and opened his eyes finding Tseng nowhere in bed. It figured. He knew how Tseng got after they killed and he knew that sleep was the last thing on the Wutain's mind no matter how exhausted he was. Stretching, Reno rolled out of bed and walked towards the balcony where he knew his partner would most likely be. Tseng often took the outdoors whenever the beats roared too strong and kept him awake. Reno knew, yes Reno always knew. That's what made them compatible. Reno swaggered out to the balcony where Tseng had taken one of the stools from the breakfast nook and was perched quietly under the tropical moon. Reno leaned against the doorway, his head tilted to the side as his eyes roved over the pale Wutain. Reno may have been a slum rat all his life, but he had been born with a certain eye and taste for a finer grade of beauty. Tseng was such a high grade that it made Reno speechless sometimes and when the Wutain was like this, it took everything within Reno not to completely tear him down to the diamond cut ecstasy that that cold exterior incased.

He followed the delicate curve of Tseng's back and admired the small worlds of hurt that had become scars indented in his skin. He wondered how often he'd fallen into those worlds in his fantasies and caressed every scar with his tongue. Reno had scars of his own, but seeing Tseng's entire history of abuse and pain upon his body was like admiring the most exquisite work of art the dark world had to offer. His growing hair had become a soft curtain of midnight that lightly brushed his shoulder blades. Reno had talked him into growing it out once more since he felt that tight short ponytail took away from the deadly mysticism of Tseng's appeal. Tseng didn't care and it suited Reno just fine. It shine was so healthy and gorgeous reflecting the moonbeams and dancing in the clean ocean breeze. Tseng had most of it to one side so that it would not interfere with his smoking. He had the cigarette dangling between his fingers having only taken a few puffs before abandoning it for his entranced state. Reno smiled and inhaled deeply the scent of saltwater, Wutain blend tobacco, and the exotic scent of his superior. He walked up to Tseng as silently as he could though he knew he didn't need to make the effort because Tseng was lost in his own world. The man's eyes stared blankly out at the sea, unaware of anything around him and that's how Reno wanted him. Completely vulnerable.

He came up behind him and trailed his fingertips up Tseng's spine slowly; watching Tseng's back arched in response. He threaded his fingers into Tseng's hair when his hand reached the base of Tseng's skull and the tips of them massaged his sensitive scalp. Tseng's eyes rolled shut and a soft content sigh escaped his lips. Reno pressed open mouth kisses to Tseng's shoulder and neck. When Tseng rolled his head to the side trustingly exposing his neck, Reno took advantage of it and flicked his tongue over the sweet skin there. He pressed his mouth against it and nipped lightly at the sweet spot just below Tseng's jaw pulling a soft gasp from his lips. He nipped the virgin ears wishing he could be the one to brand them.

"Reno," Tseng moaned.

"You're a seriously fucked up person, Tseng," Reno whispered, his arm circling Tseng's waist and forcing him to lean back against him. "You're so wired, strung tight all because of that little blood bath."

Tseng's pulse began to hammer as Reno's hand traced the line of his abs down to the light trail of hair just below his belly button. Reno caressed the thumping patch of skin in Tseng's neck and bit down on it hard. A sharp hiss erupted from his partner and that glorious back arched against him and he held him tighter to him. The long forgotten cigarette hit the balcony floor in a small explosion of amber. He slipped his hand under the Wutain's black sleep pants and caressed the full-grown erection there, moaning into Tseng's ear at the feel of it.

"Look at you," he whispered, beginning to stroke his length nice and slowly. "Why do you hold all that in knowing what I could for you? Why do I always have to come to you?"

"I can't…"

"But you will," Reno kissed his cheek. "You always do. I don't mind though. I love being the only one who knows this part of you, the only one who knows that the way to seduce you is to take it nice and slow. I'm the only one knows that ya can't be rough, yo. No, not with you, Tseng. It has to be slow, almost like love before you let yourself go."

Tseng leaned forward as Reno's hand stroked him slowly while his voice sent tendrils of pleasure all their own through his body. He couldn't think, or rather Reno's tone of voice would not let him. It was all he could hear through the sound of his blood rushing. Gentle moans became soft cries as Reno's hand moved faster and the grip on his hair tightened only a little making his scalp tingle. Reno's mouth nipped and licked his shoulder and neck controlling how much he concentrated on the hand in his pants. Reno bit the erogenous spot just below his jaw line causing him to damn near orgasm but his hand tightened around the base preventing.

"Not yet," Reno whispered. He continued to stroke when the Wutain had calmed down. "No, no, not yet. It's a shame you won't let me do more than this."

Tseng's body was over sensitized, the almost orgasm having set his nerve endings ablaze with lust. The first time Reno had done this, Tseng had damn near lost control of himself and he refused to talk or work with Reno for a week. But Reno was not one to be discouraged when he wanted something. He watched, he observed until finally he had Tseng's strange moods figured out and locked down to where he knew when he was untouchable and knew when he was vulnerable enough to allow this sort of thing. Tseng allowed it because Reno never went further than he was allowed. That made giving in so much easier and so much sweeter, especially with how quickly Reno caught on to what he needed and how he needed it. His mind blanked when Reno rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head and released Tseng's hair in favor of toying with his nipples.

"Reno," Tseng whined, a plea laced within that soft cry.

"There we are," Reno murmured, seeking Tseng's mouth to kiss him. His hand picked up speed as he stroked him harder. He pressed himself flush against Tseng's back as he delved into the Wutain's mouth tasting the sweet tobacco on his palate. Tseng's voice hit a sharper octave as he moaned into the redhead's mouth and Reno knew he was just there but not over the edge he pulled away and was back to the sweet trash talking he was so good at. "Let me have all of you Tseng. It could be this and more. Just think, I could just as easily give you what you're craving, what you're begging me for right now if you just let me. Hell I could fuck you right after you killed them with the blood still on your hands and have you screaming for me again and again and again!"

Tseng jerked his head back and cried out as he came hard making his back bow against Reno's hold. His hips jerked Reno's grip, riding out the orgasm until he limply leaned against his partner. Reno slipped his hand from beneath Tseng's pants and held his soiled fingers in front of Tseng, a satisfied smirk forming on his face when Tseng licked his fingers. Tseng took each into his mouth and sucked them cling, stroking his tongue thoroughly over the digits until he tasted Reno's skin more than his own essence. Reno pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his lips, his tongue forcing its way past Tseng's lips and kissing the Wutain into a state of deliriousness. Reno slowed down the kiss into a sensual meeting of tongues and Tseng moaned into his mouth contentedly. They pulled apart, Tseng still slightly breathless from his orgasm. Reno released his hair and kissed his nape apologetically for any strands he may have tugged free.

"Such a waste…" Reno whispered as he held his superior close to him.

"Why…do you do…these things, Reno?" Tseng asked softly between breaths.

"Because I love you," Reno said with a grin on his face.

"Stop lying to me…" Tseng said curling against the redhead.

"I never tell a lie. I just exaggerate. Plus, I'm the only one ya let touch ya and havin' no release ain't healthy for ya, yo. Come on; let's go to bed before daylight catches our asses."

Tseng was about to get up but Reno scooped him up from the stool effortlessly and swung him around like a child.

"Let's make love and dance the night away!" Reno cheered.

"Put me down you idiot!"

Morning came for the two Turks and Tseng awoke to the sound of guns cocking in their face. He opened his eyes lethargically and gazed at the barrels of the machine guns with very little interest.

"Oh look, a firing squad," Reno muttered poking his finger into one of the barrels. "Bang, bang."

"To what do we owe the wakeup call?"

"Get up and get your shit," One of them said. "The Don wants to see ya, and you'll go without a fuss."

"One would think your Don would be breaking his back to apologize to ShinRa after the welcoming committee you all sent us."

"He rather have you on his terms."

"Hey, yo?" Reno raised his hand as if he were in class. "Not to be a total bitch or anything, but I've got a hard on like you wouldn't believe and we're both in no position to meet anybody. So if you all could just GTFO for a little bit, we'll happy to get dressed and move out like good little puppies."

Tseng covered his face with his hand. "Reno."

They were allowed to get dressed but all their weapons were confiscated since obviously the Don didn't want a repeat of yesterday. Reno managed to sneak a bottle of water for Tseng before they were ushered out and they were led into a large jeep. The thugs kept their weapons trained on them, unsure if the Turks would try anything. None of them wanted to even chance it after what they'd seen the other day in the suite. There was no air conditioning in the jeep so didn't take long for Tseng to start feeling drained. They almost shot Reno when he pulled out the water for Tseng. It wasn't long before they reached the Don's home, a large mansion hidden in the tropical foliage of Costa de Sole. Reno whistled.

"Nice digs, yo. Your boss likes living in style."

"This is just where he does business. He doesn't stay here unless he has people to entertain," one of the thugs said with an almost proud tone. "Boss is more humble than that. He lives in a house close to the port where his family used to live before your people gunned them down a few years ago."

Tseng blinked. "You mean…he's."

"He's a Don by blood, but don't get it twisted. Boss worked his ass off to make the gunrunning business what it is today. He took what his father left and made a goddamn empire out of it with you guys as our biggest customers!"

Tseng fell silent, thinking back to his very first visit to the sunny port. "Vincent…"

"So if he's cool as the other side of the pillow, then why we hearing about little side dealing with Wutain?"

"It ain't like that! We don't have loyalties but don't renege on deals either. Not like ya'll Turks, comin' into our territory and killin peeps."

"You attacked us first biatch!" Reno said in a sing song voice. "One shot, two shot, and suddenly we had 'em all hangin high."

The thug looked at Tseng in the rearview mirror. "What the hell is wrong with your partner?"

"If I could tell you I would," Tseng replied smoothly.

They stopped in front of the entrance and were roughly dragged inside. They were brought out to the patio various women and men were relaxing in the enormous in ground pool. Feeling secure that they couldn't escape, the thugs left them to wait. The driver told them to have a seat at one of the tables.

"Boss'll be out in a lil while, make ya selves at home."

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Lady ShinRa had to use everything in her to keep from laughing. Reginald's face was priceless at this moment while Rufus and Lazard watched on in sheer curiosity. Hojo made a big show of things really, the way he knelt down before her with his medical bag and gently removed her heels. He ran his hand up her leg and it tickled a bit making her giggle before he slipped a hand under her skirt. Rufus and Lazard turned away blushing thought they both knew the doctor wasn't going to try anything. It was mainly the implications that had them a little flushed. Hojo unsnapped her garters and slipped her hose off one at a time rubbing her legs.

"Ah, yes, my favorite specimen," he said smirking. "There's life in these old limbs, they just needed time to recover."

"And how will we go about that my friend."

"We'll start your Mako treatments once again. A good dose of untainted will accelerate the muscle growth and have you walking in no time. I'll give you hit today and I'll demand that you practice. I want to see some wear and tear in these sexy legs of yours, Elloria."

Rufus flinched at the sound of his father's jealous growl. Hojo and Lady ShinRa paid him no more attention than the man on the moon. Hojo examined her limbs carefully, checking the blood flow. He nodded.

"Yes, they appear quite healthy, but to be sure I want you at the lab in a few days to run some tests. Also, I hear you've been very ill as of late, my Lady."

"Deathly so," she said glaring at her husband. "It's been symptoms similar to radiation exposure except thankfully I still have all my hair. But…I have been shedding alarmingly fast. Rufus, how much came out today when we brushed my hair?"

"Three brush fulls, mother."

"Yes, three brush fulls," she repeated solemnly. "I don't have cancer, Kanaye. So why do I feel like a chemo patient?"

Hojo looked thoughtful for a moment before immediately taking a blood sample. "Not sure, but it may be why it has taken so long for your injuries from childbirth to heal. I feel even guiltier for having left you to her…but I swear it will be worth it."

"I hope I'll be alive to see how worth it is. This doesn't feel good, Kanaye."

Hojo looked up at her over the rim of his glasses. "Trust me, my friend. You will live."

Lady ShinRa almost flinched at the promise in those eyes. Instead she smiled as usual and flicked his glass so that they were crooked on his face. Reginald watched the exchange with an almost beet red face. He turned away from them and stormed out murmuring under his breath. Lazard rolled his eyes and ruffled Rufus's hair.

"I better go talk to him before he takes this out on us."

Rufus nodded and watched him go. Once Hojo's examination of his mother was complete and he'd packed up his things, Rufus led the doctor out of his mother's room while she went to rest and let the Mako take effect. Rufus walked him slowly to the door, trying to buy time to build his nerve. Hojo watched the boy out the corner of his eye, knowing that he could've been down the stairs and out the door by now. Rufus paused at the top of the stairs and searched around for his father, finding Lazard trying to talk the man out of firing/killing Hojo. Rufus took a deep breath and went past the stairs waving for Hojo to follow him. Hojo smirked and followed the boy, wondering what the young heir had to say to him. Rufus got them to the safety and quiet of his room and he shut the door tight.

Rufus's mouth opened and closed a few times. He didn't know how to start this off; he was always the quiet one. He wasn't charismatic; he couldn't sweet talk his father, mother or anyone. He couldn't charm like Lazard could, especially not to get something he wanted. Hojo crossed his arms and smiled patiently, amused by the conflict on the boy's expression.

"You have something to say to me, boy?"

Rufus narrowed his eyes at that condescending voice. "I have asthma."

"So I've heard."

"Let me finish. I have asthma and I'm prone to many sicknesses that could possibly incapacitate or kill me. If I was just a normal child, that wouldn't be that big of a deal. But I'm a ShinRa and my father doesn't respond to weakness. I can't be weak when I go against him, so I need help. You're loyal to my mother meaning in turn I could perhaps earn your loyalty as well."

Hojo glanced at the door before turning back to Rufus. "And what would you have me do, young ShinRa."

"I need you to cure me. All the medical breakthroughs in the company and none of them can fix my weaknesses. But I know you can. You brought my mother back from the brink of death when she was shot in head and lost the use of her eye. You gave her sight back and you gave her the ability to bear children back. From where I stand, it appears you can work miracles. So how about you work one on me."

Hojo smirked. "You are very much like your mother, albeit nervous but strong. What are these weaknesses I am to fix?"

"I need to be stronger, healthier, and smarter than my old man. I want my body to be damn near invincible otherwise I don't think I'll make it without him killing me."

"Yes, yes, that sounds reasonable. Perhaps I will give you the Turk Mako regimen. It's not as potent as SOLDIER but it will give you the kick you need to kill this ridiculous asthma. Also, I believe that only a Turk can desensitize you to the things that would make a man weak. I would recommend Tsuki or Valentine, but as you've heard one has deserted and one is deceased. Veld is still trying to find Tsuki though trust me, that beauty can disappear like a snuffed flame. The best you have as of now are Reno and Tseng. I hear both are masters at torture. Surprisingly, that psychotic red head is best at psychological torture. Perhaps using the methods on you will build up your defenses."

Rufus held back a shudder at the idea of what the Turks could do to a young mind like his. "And my physical skills?"

"Well, if you're anything like your mother…I suggest you pick up a shot gun and start training your arms. In the meantime, get a pet."

"A…pet…?"

"Something that you have physical power over but will be forced to train. Ask mommy for a pet."

"...a pet."

"You wanted my advice, shut up and take it, boy."

"Stop calling me boy," Rufus growled. "Right, guns, torture, mako and a pet. How do I know any of this will work?"

Hojo shrugged and made his way to the door. "It worked for your mother, did it not?"

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"Forgive me mother, I was imagining throwing you through the window and aiming for the concrete. Say that again?"

"I said I may have found a perfect understudy for you," Lucrecia said, ignoring his comment. She put the stethoscope to his chest ordering him to breathe in and breathe out. He lay prone on a bed, strapped in by metal restraints so that she could test the new Mako batch on him. "He has a DNA match that most SOLDIERs do not have. I've forced you to learn about the ancients haven't I?"

"Crammed it down my fucking throat ack-!" Sephiroth gagged when she put a tongue depressant on his tongue. He gave her a blank stare which she only smiled at.

"You have a lovely soft palate, my son. No wonder your lovers can't get enough of you."

"That's disturbing coming from you."

"Either way, his DNA has the recessive gene of the ancients in it."

"Recessive…why do I care?"

"Have a care, where pure ancients such as that woman Gast tied himself to have the power to hear and receive the planets wisdom they cannot blend with the Jenova cells I have placed in you."

"Here I go questioning my humanity again," Sephiroth murmured sarcastically. "Again, why should I care?"

"The recessive gene allows them to be accepting of the Jenova cells. Accept them and change them. Possible mutation can occur from what I've seen in his blood. He can shape it for the better. Now the results that could spawn from this…well we shall see. First thing's first, he has to make into SOLDIER. I'm not allowed to touch infantry….unless…" she fell silent thinking.

"SOLDIER…he's a candidate then?"

Lucrecia rolled her eyes, having being broken from her plotting. "Oh, now you're interested."

"I rather you kept your hands on me instead of on my men."

"Hmm, I bet. Speaking of, from your memory codex, I see you've developed an attraction to a fellow SOLDIER who is not Genesis or Angeal. Care to elaborate?"

Sephiroth averted his eyes. "No."

"You're at the prime of your sexual prowess. It's a shame you only use it on men."

"Shows what you know," Sephiroth muttered.

"Women as well then? How much sex do you have without telling anyone my dear son?"

"Lucrecia, I believe we've had that talk about invasive questions. If I don't write it, it didn't happen."

"Oh poo, I was going to tell you a little about yourself and what the Mako would do to your sex drive and to your partners now."

Sephiroth groaned. "I really don't want to hear this from you!"

"Too bad, it's important. Since you seem to have a lot of sex on the side and I know your partners don't know about it because Genesis would be all over you about it!"

"You don't know G the way I do…we…aren't easily satisfied."

"Yet you are both jealous lovers? Interesting but useless information for me since I am not Hollander. You however, give me a rough estimate so I know how severe to make my warning."

"What?"

"You heard me! How many men and women have had the pleasure of experiencing the fruit of my loins?"

"And there goes my sex drive for the next week," Sephiroth said flatly. "…21…"

Lucrecia shrugged. "That's not as bad as I thought it would-"

"This month…"

Lucrecia paused, her pen hitting the floor. "Does…does that include Genesis and Angeal?"

"…23…"

"And that SOLDIER...Zackary Fair?"

Sephiroth hesitated, not liking that she knew Zack's name. "…23 and a half."

"What the hell is a half?"

"We fool around, no intercourse took place."

"What the hell have you been doing? How do you have time for 23 and a half people in less than thirty days?"

Sephiroth shrugged and twiddled with the sheets on the gurney. "How do you manage to do it, science slut?"

Lucrecia rolled her eyes. "Touché, son. According to your codex, you've told neither of them of your infidelity." She laughed. "You really are like me."

Sephiroth glared at her, his jade eyes flashing. "I'm nothing like you."

She ignored the threatening glare. "Well, to put it bluntly, your sexual appetites may increase meaning until you find someone suitable to your senses and instincts; I fear your relationship with Genesis and Angeal will not last."

Sephiroth felt startled by those words, but he didn't let it show. "What does that mean?"

Lucrecia readied a needle. "I know you hold delusions of love for the two of them and that's what makes you pretend to feel for them and care for them…but Sephiroth, make no mistake about what you are. You are perfection…and you deserve as such. To put it bluntly, they aren't good enough for you. Your body knows it, your mind know it. Let's see if your heart will catch up before you hurt them."

"You're concerned about them?" Sephiroth said his voice shaky.

"Oh no, I could care less. But you are my greatest achievement and if this little trivial heartbreak," Lucrecia went to him and sat on the edge of the gurney. "Sephiroth, I am your mother. As much as I hate it, it's endeared me to you in the strangest of ways. Being who I am, I've already seen that it's hurting you. You think you hide it so well behind this mask of indifference, but Vincent placed more human emotions within you than I'd like. The fact that you're beginning to lose touch with your emotions doesn't hurt you, no…it's the fact that you know you will eventually have to let them go that hurts you. My beautiful prince, I could lay the world at your feet if you would let go of those human emotions. Love will only torture you."

"Lucrecia," Sephiroth found himself asking a question that no one had asked Lucrecia in a long time. "Did you ever love them?"

Lucrecia ignored the sudden sting she felt as she ran a cotton swab over Sephiroth's arm. "Who?"

"Vincent…and Hojo," he said softly, holding her eyes as he spoke. "Did you love them?"

Lucrecia found her hand trembling, feeling compelled to answer without wishing to. "I…I never…" she blinked and an actual tear fell down her cheek. "I've never stopped loving either of them. Kanaye was the one who showed me I was more than just another pretty intern...Vincent showed me I was more than just a fun fuck for a young man. They…gave me a sort of confidence that men of your time period do not know how to establish in a woman. So yes, I can honestly say I still love them both. But! I hate them more than my very own life for it."

"Is that why you want them dead?" Sephiroth asked, lying back again. "Is that why you killed Vincent and took away the only person who made me feel truly human?"

"…Vincent was the one I loved most simply because he was willing to love you in spite of me. That made my hate for him more potent than any I could have for a man. One day, perhaps you will understand that hate. Hopefully, it will help and not hinder." Lucrecia pushed the needle into his skin and pushed the plunger.

Sephiroth winced at the burn in his blood. "I guess you had to be human at some point in your life…glad to hear it was over a man."

Lucrecia jerked the needle out. "Don't say foolish things."

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"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Rude said as he came out of the lavish manor.

Tseng lifted his head to acknowledge the man. Reno turned to look over his shoulder, a snide remark on the tip of his tongue, but it died when he laid eyes on the sharply dressed man. He gave Rude the once over, not missing a single detail from the slick Armani shoes to the heavy piercings in his ears. Reno touched his ear in awe at how much of a pain it had to be to have all those. Reno quickly turned to Tseng who blinked in surprise at the predatory expression on his face.

"200 Gil says I fuck that guy tonight, no influence needed," he said in rushed whisper.

Tseng's rubbed his temple and gave the approaching Don a once over finding him very attractive with his mocha skin and perfect posture. "Alright, I'll bite. It'll be nice to have you seducing someone other than me. Also, this will not be a threesome, don't even try it; I see the wheels turning in your head. Deal?"

"Spoil sport! Deal!" Reno turned leaned back as the Don took a seat next to them. "So, what's up Don?"

"You're not the two I normally meet with."

"Veld and Melitta do not know about this meeting of ours. We're following orders straight from the brass. I'm Tseng and that is Reno."

"Pleasure," Rude nodded at Reno.

"All mine, yo," Reno said puffing a cigarette. "Nice digs."

"So who has a hard on for me that they overlooked my usual contacts?"

"Heidegger, the new head of our military, is trying to carve a useful reputation out of your hide."

"After the way you treated us, who's to say we shouldn't let him."

"I have a few people in my ranks who don't like dealing with ShinRa, but I can assure you it won't happen again."

"Man's got dissension in his ranks, Tseng. Not good," Reno said lighting up.

"Yes, we've come all the way down to Costa to warn you of Heidegger's witch hunt only to find that his ideas are not so farfetched."

"Why don't you tell me what that horse's ass got his nose open for and I'll see what I can do about it?"

Reno leaned back, tilting his chair. "Heidegger's on a hunt for anyone aiding and abetting the enemy. He's been snatching up any connections to Wutai he can to give purpose to this stupid conflict we've entered into with Wutai. He thinks you guys are runnin weapons to 'em."

"Wutain's don't buy foreign; they keep to their own shit. Everybody knows that."

"Exactly, but he wants proof and he wants to bring you down as low as he's brought us," Tseng took a sip of the tea they had been given.

"But, if you're willin' we got something else for 'im, yo."

Rude threaded his fingers together showing the glinting brass knuckle he kept on his right hand. Reno eyed it and bit his lip to keep the smirk from forming on his face. Rude glanced at him out the corner of his eye though Reno couldn't see it through the shades. "I'm listening."

"The first thing you need to do is make a copy of the books. We need proof your work hasn't been passed through foreign hands."

"My work has been passed though plenty of foreign hands, it just ain't been any Wutains."

"Then that will be all we need."

"You give us that first, yo and we'll take are of this little betrayal you got going on."

"I've already been through the book for the past few days. Some holes keep comin' up that I didn't make. Now I ain't certain who's got their hand the cookie jar but it's pissing me off."

Tseng nodded. "Then, Don, we implore you. We take care of your problem swiftly and silently and you take care of ours."

Reno tilted his head, exposing his pale slender neck and a sly smile on his face. "You gotta accommodate us though. We had a rough morning and could you some TLC."

Rude's eyes followed the slender curve subtly and a smirk found his lips. "My home is your home, Turks. I hope you find my hospitality satisfying."

"Oh I'm sure it will," Reno said blowing smoke from his lips in a slow controlled puff.

Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Boss?"

They all turned when one of the scantily clad women came to them. "Claude wants to talk to you."

"Later, I'm busy."

"I never knew Turks to be more important than business?"

The woman flinched as a man, not as sharply dressed as Rude but still tailor made, approached the table without permission. His dark hair was shaggy around his head and he was of slighter build than Rude but still a big man. His skin was a lightly tanned like all Costa de Sol born citizens and his eyes were a dark brown that were piercing and cold. He eyed both Reno and Tseng, though his eyes lingered on Tseng a bit longer than they should have. Reno caught this and his brow arched deciding how fast he could draw a gun before Tseng pulled a knife. Darn, Tseng would get him first.

"Claude, can't you see I'm in the middle of something," Rude asked coolly.

"Entertaining ShinRa's dogs isn't how we do tings here, Rude."

"You telling me how to run shit ain't how we do things here."

Claude grimaced but looked at the Turks. "You'll have to forgive me, but I really hate you ShinRa people. If we could get by without you I'd convince Rude to cut up your contract."

Rude gave a sidelong glance at Clade silencing him. "Regardless. You Turks do a little investigating; I'll take care of what you need."

"Oh I'm sure. Though, what I came here for and what I want are two different things, yo," Reno said casually.

Rude actually smirked as he rose from the table. "Then I can do my best to give you what you want."

"Only you can." Reno winked at him secretly.

Rude nodded to both of them and followed Claude. Tseng heard him admonish the man as they left. Reno watched the Don walk away with his head tilted and he bit his lip making a pleased sound.

"I think I'm gonna like hanging in that lap of luxury."

"Reno, you're absolutely classless," Tseng said watching Claude carefully.

"Who cares, he's got all the class I need, yo. Tell me you're not eyein' that asshole Claude?"

"I'm wondering when was the last time I slowly killed someone, is all."

"Fuckin' sociopath, yo."

"So sayeth the person who wants to fuck me."

"Yeow, careful Tseng you might hurt my feelings."

"The bet still on? I can't tell if he's interested."

"Tseng you are such a virgin. Don't you know the rules? If they look more than twice, they're fair game."

"I thought that only applied to the fairer sex?"

"You're pretty fair and you've looked more than twice."

Tseng's eye subtly twitched. "Let's just check things out and enjoy the hospitality, Reno."

The Turks stayed as guest in Rude's manor though the young Don wasn't stupid. They were watched at all times even though they couldn't see who was watching them. They worked well into the night, being allowed access to all of Rude's past records and the names of all in his organization. Slowly, they began to build a dossier for each and sort out who had the highest potential for betrayal. Tseng was surprised to see that Claude was not one of those likely for betrayal. The man had worked with Rude's father and had found him at a church near the port. He was the one who had worked hard to get all of Rude's inheritance back and establish him as the current Don. It confused him because what loyal man acted like that.

"It takes different strokes, yo," Reno had said.

It was pushing midnight when Reno eyed the crack doorway as someone moved past it. He stood and stretched tiredly, his blazer off and his button down shirt almost completely undone. He grabbed a bottle of cognac that had been given to them and left Tseng with the plum wine.

"I'll be headin' off now," Reno said, nonchalantly heading toward the door.

"The bedrooms that way, Reno," Tseng remarked without looking up.

"Heh, I got a bet to make good on, yo. Plus, I've been horny all day and you're not bendin' over for me!"

Tseng smirked. "So you will bend for someone else."

"Nothin' wrong with bein' flexible, Songbird."

"Ugh, just go," Tseng waved him off. "But be cautious. Letting your guard down, even for fun is not wise when we're in enemy territory."

"Hey, come morning time we might not be so hostile." Reno leaned forward and kissed the tilak. "Don't stay up to late, might invite a demon in like that."

"I say the same to you. Goodnight Reno."

Reno waved two fingers before exiting the room. Tseng worked for a few more hours on the dossier before calling it a night. He loosened up his shirt and tie and leaned back against the couch. He was a bit hungry and his throat was very dry. Deciding not to drink anymore, he got up and left the room. He had gotten a basic layout of the house and knew where the kitchen was but he was cautious and kept Vincent's knife hidden in the strap around his wrist. They hadn't noticed it because they hadn't watched them dress and Tseng rarely took it off. He kept his wrist ready to draw it in case he ran into trouble but he doubted he'd see any this late at night. He nodded to some of the nighttime guards as he made his way toward the stairs. He paused when he heard a glass crash on the floor. He lifted his head and heard muffled voices. Spotting one of the many doors cracked open and light flooding from it, curiosity goaded Tseng to go and check it out incase Reno had gotten his scrawny ass into trouble. When he peered in, he found that wasn't the case.

Reno was splayed out on the Don's desk, legs lewdly spread wide as Rude drove into him. His crimson red hair was loose from its ponytail and spilled over his shoulder like fresh blood on alabaster skin. His head was tilted back as wanton sounds of pleasure escaped his kiss swollen lips. Several curses spilled in between moans and cries. Tseng had been next door neighbor to Reno enough times to know what that sound meant, no matter how many times he wished he hadn't. Obviously, the Don knew his way around a male's body. Rude's face was buried in his neck and Tseng was able to catch glimpses of Rude's teeth in Reno's flesh. Rude's back was to the door and Tseng admired the intricate tribal pattern all over his back and arm as well as the taut muscles shifting beneath that mocha skin. Reno's dilated green eyes caught sight of him, his bangs stuck to his face from perspiration. He smirked making a show of tugging at one of Rude's earrings with his teeth for Tseng. Tseng did nothing to hide the blush that he felt creeping on his face. He rolled his eyes and backed away from the door considering closing it but not wanting to interrupt them. He had to admit, it was a beautiful sight to see Reno work but it also meant he owed Reno money. That was never fun.

Tseng made his way down stairs and grabbed a drink and something light to eat. He was caught by Claude who was in just a dress shirt and his suit slacks. They eyed each other for a moment before Tseng made to move past him. Claude pushed a hand out to the doorway, blocking his escape. Tseng stepped back and gave a blank stare.

"So dat be da plan, eh?" Claude asked, his accent showing. "One of you seduce da boss and make him do what you say for a piece of ass? Is dat Turk training?"

"I rather you didn't insult the whole organization simply because your boss and my subordinate took an interest in each other. Besides, this has not stopped you from eyeing me in less than platonic ways."

Claude lowered his arm and chuckled. "I guess I can't argue with you. What can I say, I hate you ShinRa, but I've never seen one of you dogs be of such fine breeding. You're Wutain, right?"

Tseng nodded, deciding to look over the dog comment.

"Never seen one with eyes like yours," Claude said tilting his head and admiring Tseng's face. "You make a man wan' let his guard down."

"That is unwise, I assure you."

"I suppose you have difficulty taking a compliment. Your partna though, he has no trouble taking dat and more."

Tseng snorted. "He never has a problem taking anything."

Claude smiled. "I should apologize for my behavior and ask that you have a little night cap with me. You drink scotch?"

Tseng shook his head. "I drink mainly wines."

"Not one for da grain. It's alright. We dig into da wine."

They shared a glass or two, Tseng being polite and finding Claude suitable for casual conversation. Claude bore a grudge against ShinRa for killing Rude's father, his mentor. He was only a few years older than Rude but chose to let him take what was his even though he easily could've been the Don. Tseng found no malice in Claude's words and he could tell the man actually cared about Rude's wellbeing. Soon modesty mellowed with the whine and Claude asked permission to touch Tseng's hair. Tseng agreed though he couldn't tell why. The man toyed with his hair and was very careful not to pull or tug, his dexterity something to be appreciated considering he was drunk. They continued to talk and Tseng actually laughed at some of Claude's stories about Rude's haphazard road to becoming Don. Tseng shared some of his unfortunate adventures with Reno. During that time, Claude's hand had threaded his hair, caressed his ear (out of curiosity of his translator piece he claimed), and worked his way to Tseng soft cheek. They fell silent, looking at each other, Tseng suddenly feeling strangely uncomfortable but not moving away. Claude leaned forward and captured his mouth in a gentle but firm kiss. Tseng didn't pull away and was only frozen for a second before he slowly began to respond. Claude gently pried his lips apart with his tongue and Tseng did not refuse him, allowing him to taste his mouth. Tseng didn't know why he was doing this or why with a man he entertained thoughts of killing just for fun. Perhaps it was the gentleness of which Claude guided him and seduced him into this impromptu make out session. Whatever the reason, Tseng found himself enjoying the attention but it was short lived. When Claude's hand slipped back into his hair, Tseng suddenly felt trapped and immediately pulled away knocking the hand from his hair. His breath came in heavy pants and he stared at Claude, feeling both startled and angry at the same time. He didn't understand why though.

"Did I come on too strong?" Claude asked gently.

Tseng relaxed when he realized Claude was just as confused as he was. He shook his head. "No…no, I am in need of sleep. I am a bit too intoxicated to be engaging in such things at the moment."

Claude's smile was more out of relief than amusement. "Dat be da best time to enjoy such tings. But if you do wan' to you do have to. I don' force nobody."

Tseng nodded. "Thank you and I'm sorry. Goodnight."

Tseng quickly made his escape. He returned to their room and collapsed in bed almost glad Reno was occupied and would not return. It would give him a moment to insecurely contemplate the sudden reaction he had and why he had even allowed Claude to kiss him in the first place. More importantly, why was he, at age 22, was still a virgin to carnal pleasures. He hadn't even taken a woman to bed. Not that he was obsessed with such things. He never really had an interest in sex nor did he become aroused very often without the help of Reno's skilled seductions and the adrenaline rush of a kill. Maybe Reno was right, maybe he was fucked up. What was he waiting for? He wasn't saving himself for anyone and he knew it wasn't because he was waiting to be in love or for the fabled right time? He never really had personal time between working and worrying. Reno was the first person to even get such a reaction from him. That in itself was unbelievable because Wutain's by genetic makeup were sensualists. They often craved physical stimulation both sexual and platonic. Yet, he had never sought it out as he should have. Tseng had to admit, he was growing into that sort of hunger. Seeing Reno and Rude together had added a certain level of starvation and Claude's careful advances had satisfyingly fed that fever. He hugged a pillow close to him and closed his eyes. So why had he run? He could let Reno touch him so intimately without flinching, but he couldn't allow a stranger who he was obviously attracted to?

"Maybe," Tseng whispered, running his hand over one of his many whip scars. "I am more ruined than I thought."

He took out his phone and sent a quick text to Sephiroth, not expecting and answer this late but hoped to have on in the morning.

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Hojo sent the information he'd acquired so far from Lucrecia's research. Being a man of science he found it hard to understand Grimore and Lucrecia's thesis. Everything thing in it was so farfetched and illogical that it gave him a headache to even think about it being true. Chaos, Omega, the Lifestream itself escaping the planet to find a new one…all this was too far out there for Hojo. He would leave it up to the mysticism of Wutain culture to aide him in deciphering this convoluted mess.

"Professor! Oh crap! Sorry Vincent."

"Grr!"

"Good evening, Cloud."

Cloud stayed pin to the wall as Galian Beast snarled at him. "Um, I stepped on his tail…"

"I step on it six times before breakfast, he's just showing off," Hojo said taking a sip of coffee. "Vincent, leave him alone. You know him."

Galian Beast sniffed him curiously before backing off in a huff and curling back in his spot. Cloud let go of the wall and went over to Hojo with a bag in hand.

"The only place that had freshly cooked food was this Deli down the street. I figured without me around you'd end up working yourself into a stupor and wouldn't eat. Also, mom says thank you for sending her more of her meds and hopes you're doing okay. She's sending you some baked stuff when she gets the chance to and she's doing fine."

Hojo's brow arched as Cloud laid out a sub sandwich and unwrapped it for him. He put a cup of coke with a bendy straw in next to it and stepped back. Hojo eyed the boy for a moment before smiling and shaking his head.

"You want something," he said simply.

"I do not! I'm just keeping up with my job!" Cloud snapped.

"Now it's just obvious. What is it boy?"

"Um…" Cloud gave up and handed him a paper that had been sent to him by Lucrecia. "It's your wife right?"

Hojo looked over the paper curiously before narrowing his eyes. "What is this?"

"Says that they were doing random selection for the S project and I lucked out. My blood passed some kinda standard and I got that from her to come tomorrow and the day I start basic."

Hojo nodded. "It was smart of you to bring it to me first. I can look into it and make sure it's safe for you to continue."

"Actually, I was wondering if I could just say no."

Hojo shook his head. "I'm afraid if ShinRa says you've been randomly selected for something of this nature, you're in for the long haul."

"Figures."

"You shouldn't be too worried. Actually, if monitored correctly, this may benefit you. I'll monitor you after each session."

"I don't want to put more on your plate. I thought you had your hands full with Vincent."

"I've hit what you might call a break through so there's nothing to worry about, my boy."

"And your injuries?"

"I told you, I'm healthier than any man in his elder years should be. Sometimes it scares even me. So, don't fuss over an old man. You go to this thing and take whatever she gives you but try to remember what happens to you and how it feels. If need me, right it down as soon as it's over. I can program a journal into your phone if you like."

"That'd be cool, I have no clue how to work this thing!" Cloud admitted handing the flip phone to Hojo.

Hojo chuckled. "I was a teenager when they created these things; I believe I have a bit of knowledge on it." He flipped it open and tapped a few buttons showing Cloud how to write and turn the phone so that the keyboard could be used. "You twist it this way and the keypad morphs into a workable keyboard."

"Didn't even think it could do that. Thanks."

"And just go ahead and practice typing up your journals there in short hand and email them to me. Understand?"

Cloud nodded texting his very first message. "There, did you get it?"

Hojo felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and opened the message reading the words "I told the witch doctor I was in love with you!" He looked up at Cloud with a blank stare. "You're a box of hilarity."

Cloud snickered. "Thanks Professor. I'll let you know how it goes."

Cloud left the good professor's home, petting Vincent behind the ear before he left which earned somewhat of a purr from the beast. Hojo shouted at him not to spoil the "free-loading bastard." He took a nice slow walk and watched the sky enjoying the stars. That was one thing he didn't understand about Midgar. The sun never shined there but the night sky always showed clear when it wasn't raining. He wondered if it had something to do with that particular spot being cursed or something. He shrugged and continued on. He was sure Zack was asleep when he reached the door so he did his best to enter quietly. He was happy the door didn't squeak and thankful for the carpet. He held his boots in his hand and padded softly over the carpet, closing the door with next to no noise. He walked down the hall towards his tiny room when he heard voices and saw light under Zack's door.

"You should tell them," he heard Zack say in a determined voice. "You love them don't you? You need to tell them what you've been doing and what Psycho Cindy has done to you."

"Admitting that would mean admitting I've slept with a good portion of the ShinRa staff." Sephiroth? Cloud inched closer to the door so that he could hear.

"Pfft! Those people don't even tell anyone and never even come back up again. They just want the personal score of sleeping with somebody who's been on TV."

"Oh and you don't?"

"Hey I got my own fan club, the hell I need you for?"

Sephiroth scoffed. "I can't do it, Zack. You don't know what that would do to them…what it would do to G."

"Gen knows something is up. He's not stupid and he's not delusional. He's probably going through the same thing and probably than tapped more ShinRa funded ass than you have."

"Our relationship never allowed for restrictions…it's just I don't think any of us have ever ventured outside the circle, except me of course."

Zack groaned. "If I'd known Angeal didn't know I wouldn't have kept messin' around with ya."

A pause and Cloud heard what he thought was hurt in Sephiroth's voice. "Do you regret it?"

"Hell no! But Angeal is my friend just as you are, Seph. I don't like doin' anything behind any of your backs."

"I don't even know how to say this to them…Zack, I don't even know if I care about the consequences. I mean if I did, I wouldn't have been all over the place."

"Seph, you can't help what instinct and Mako make you do," Zack said gently. "Hell, sometimes after those injections and checkups, I don't even remember what or who I've done. You realize how terrified I was that I had done something to Cloud?"

"That's the difference…it doesn't even faze me anymore. Zack, I don't know what's happening to me. It's like people's feelings, their lives, anything that's going on with them; they all don't matter to me anymore."

The squeaking of Zack's bed shifted and there was a long pause.

"I still matter, don't I?" Zack said, his voice sounding a bit breathy. "Genesis still matters? Angeal still matters? Tseng especially still matters?"

"Zackary…"

"Come here." More shifting. "Look, see? You're depressed about it and that means it still matters. Even if you can't feel it like people want you to you still feel it, don't you."

"Yeah," Sephiroth replied softly. "I still feel it…Zackary, what do I do?"

Cloud felt an ache at the pitiful depression in Sephiroth's voice. He suddenly felt like an intruder on this conversation and decided to turn himself in. He gently knocked on the door.

"Zack? I'm home?"

"Hey choco-shit. Come on in! Sephiroth's here, you remember him right?"

How could he forget? Though, Cloud was surprised by the invitation. He twisted the knob and entered finding Sephiroth and Zack sitting on the bed a good distance apart from each other and he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling that he'd interrupted something very private. Sephiroth's eyes fell on them, glowing bright even in the well lit room. His face was pale and he seemed tired, bags under his eyes from exhaustion. He didn't look well, in fact he looked how Zack did when he'd come in from his Mako injection. He was dressed simple as well, which surprised Cloud. He was in a sleeveless turtle neck shirt and a pair of dark khaki colored cargos. His shoes were gone showing black socks that coordinated with his shirt and a silver watch and chain. Even at his worst and out of uniform, Sephiroth created a stylishly intimidating look.

Sephiroth stared at the object of his recent but brief wanderings as he stepped into the room. His hair was a mess as always, but was endearingly cute like a baby chocobo as Genesis often described him. He stood there in a too big white hoodie jacket and light blue shirt underneath. His jeans were worn, torn from obvious hard work and rough play. His eyes were crystalline and shined without the help of Mako, a natural beauty that Sephiroth had not enjoyed in a long time. But the boy was so small; so small and fragile. It made something in Sephiroth want to wrap his arms possessively around him and keep him away from ShinRa, SOLDIER, and his bitch of a mother. This little thing was a SOLDIER candidate meaning she would have her claws in him eventually. Sephiroth shook his head and averted his eyes from the blonde, muttering a polite greeting to him.

Zack eyed them both in all their awkwardness and grinned. "Come sit down with us and chill for a bit. Seph's stayin the night cuz he's havin' some issues with the injection he got today. He can't make it home on his own right now."

Cloud immediately switched to mother hen. "Are you alright? Do you have a fever? Zack has plenty of ice in there if you need it!"

Sephiroth blinked and smiled. "I'm fine. Zack already gave me the cool down treatment."

Cloud blushed realizing how silly he sounded. These SOLDIERs had been handling themselves for years, of course they would know how to take care of each other. A fleeting thought passed over his brain just that second. Sephiroth was the only person who could say Zackary and not have it sound completely crappy. In fact he gave it a nice effect with the deepness of his voice, but he realized that the man had returned to calling him Zack in his presence. He wondered if he made Sephiroth feel uncomfortable since he didn't know him. Maybe he should leave.

"Well, in that case, I'm gonna get ready for bed. I have to go back to the ShinRa labs again tomorrow. I have to be there at like 'stupid o clock' in the morning."

"Awe, well still you can come dog pile with us," Zack insisted. "One thing ya gotta learn about SOLDIERs, we sleep in piles."

"Zack, if he doesn't feel comfortable then you shouldn't push the issue."

"Nah, me and Cloud been bunkin' together since my last injection day. Kid's a cuddler and manages to spread his scrawny ass all over the bed if you don't hold on to him."

"Oh does he now?" Sephiroth asked in amusement.

Cloud felt his face heat up. "Why would you tell people that?"

"Dunno,but ya better makeup your mind before I think of something else to tell him that ya don't want me to!" Zack said with a wink.

Cloud sighed in defeat and headed towards the door. "I'll go get my night clothes."

By the time he'd showered and returned in a shirt and shorts, Sephiroth was lying on his side in Zack's bed, his hair in a loose braid that lay over his shoulder. Cloud could hear his soft even breathing. His skin was such a smooth pale peach that was just this side of healthy. His bare back like Zack's was full of toned muscle but not as apparent. When Sephiroth shifted, he could see it shifting beneath his skin in subtle graceful stretches. He had a distinct curve in his hip that was a little less than masculine but far from feminine. It accented the hips that hid in the dark sleeper pants and the haphazardly pulled covers. Cloud stood shell-shocked at how Sephiroth casually slept in Zack's bed as if he had no care that a stranger was to join him. If anything, Cloud felt flattered to have even been invited to this mini-SOLDIER-dog pile. He almost wanted to chicken out and run back to his room but didn't get the chance to as Zack snuck up on him.

Cloud gasped when Zack nudged him.

Zack grinned. "Admiring the Adonis, eh?"

"I was just wondering about how tired he must be, that's all."

"Yeah, he's pretty burned out. He couldn't even keep control of his car so he stopped here since it was closer. Come on, you got an early start tomorrow."

"Yeah…um…are you sure this is okay?"

"Dur, I wouldn't let you if he actually cared." Zack went around the other side of the bed and motioned for Cloud to come over. "You sleep in the middle so you won't spread yourself all the way out the bed. One warning though?"

"What's that?" Cloud asked, nervously climbing onto the bed.

"Seph's a cuddler too."

"A what? Wait him? He's not gonna like squeeze me snap my back is he?"

"Never known him to hug that hard," Zack pushed Cloud to lie down. "Relax, don't poke the bear and it won't hurt you."

"If you say so." Cloud relaxed but he lay a few inches away putting space between him and Sephiroth's sleeping form. Zack slipped in behind him and forced him to move over so that he wouldn't be at the edge of the bed. This put him centimeters away from Sephiroth's perfect face. It was a bit eerie to see the glow of irises through his eyelids but even now he could tell it was beginning to fade a bit. Sephiroth's lips were slightly parted as he lay peacefully in front of him and gentle breaths passed through his lips. Zack pressed against his back and wrapped an arm around his waist to prevent his "spreading" habit. Cloud felt Zack's heart beat against his back. Coupled with the sound of Sephiroth's tranquil breathing, Cloud found himself drifting off easily into sleep, all awkwardness forgotten. He breathed a deep sigh and fell asleep. He didn't notice Sephiroth inch in closer to his small warm and wrap his arm around both he and Zack. Somewhere in his relaxed state, he felt two heartbeats in the cocoon of warmth instead of just one.

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A/N: Okay, we delve in Tseng's hang-ups about sex, we find Rufus startin his empire building, and Sephiroth is a total slut. More to come after I get some more rest I promise. Just trying to get back to okay health. Reviews always make me feel better. You guys crack me up with some of the things you say. So please remember to review and let me know how I'm doing and I will continue this more when my brain doesn't feel like freeze dried jello. Next episode, a coup in Rude's set up, Tseng has more complexes, Highwind returns to midgar and Cloud has his first experimentation experience. Fun fun.
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