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Soaked: First in the Chronicles of Soaked	By : wolfkin59 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1303 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor have I made money from this. It's a GIFT, therefore I'm not getting paid for it. Neither do I own Pat Green's "Wave on Wave" or NIN's "Closer" - though I used bits of their lyrics.

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Soaked: Part III

Washed Away
Reno let himself out as Tseng sighed and knuckled his head. Hope Dot-man finally gets the message, thought the redhead. Zack's had the hots for him for years. Since he was a cadet, actually. Boss-man taught a couple of his classes since Lazard was borrowing a few TURKs to help teach the newbies, and I still wish I had a video of Zack's jaw dropping when Tseng walked in the door that first day. He all but drooled, laughed the TURK.
Then he headed back to his mission. He was a TURK, after all, and there was work to do. Besides, it was hands-on this time, and Reno never had problems getting his hands dirty.

Tseng returned to his kitchen, but only after admonishing Zack to "Stay there. Stay!" again. He pulled out a glass and a bottle, and then after a moment peered into the living room.
"Would you like a drink?"
"On'y 'fff 'sss booze..."
One raven eyebrow rose. He is going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. And now he wants to make it worse? Well, that probably wasn't what he was thinking-most likely the SOLDIER was just thinking that alcohol was known for drowning pain. I suppose if worse comes to worst, he can use a remedy on it, mused the ebony-haired TURK.
"Suit yourself."
Zack watched through blurred vision as the Wutaian man set two glasses and a bottle on the table, told him firmly not to touch anything, and then returned to the kitchen and made five sandwiches. Three of the sandwiches were handed to the SOLDIER pup on a paper plate, because Tseng wasn't about to risk his breakable dishes, ceramic or otherwise. A generous handful of chips were also added to the plate, and Zack realized his stomach was grumbling at him again.
"Fanks," he mumbled around his first bite.
It was all Tseng could do not to roll his eyes. What IS it with me always having to babysit the ill-mannered ones? First it was Reno during his trainee phase, and then Zack was added to the list. Who next?* If he thought about it like that, the TURK realized, he really didn't want to know. So he poured them both some sake and helped the intoxicated SOLDIER drink his.
The meal was finished in silence, and then Zack mumbled, "Hey, ya got a TV or somethin' here? 'm bored..."
With a sigh, Tseng handed over the remote, thankful Reno had dropped by sometime during the night with a replacement. It didn't take Zack long to figure out how it worked, even drunk, and soon he was channel surfing with the best of them, swaying in his seat as he read the names of various shows and movies. In the end he settled on watching The Rock** and then The Pacifier.***
And if Tseng poured them the rest of the sake as they watched it, Zack didn't mind. Alcohol loosened the TURK's grip on manners, and Tseng with a few less manners was fucking hot. It was no hardship to watch him, nor to lean over and sling an arm across the Wutaian man's shoulders. He'd never been any closer to his fellow raven-haired man, and he was loving every second of it, even as drunk as he was.
The SOLDIER fell asleep again halfway through The Pacifier, and Tseng was startled when Zack used his lap as a pillow.
Great, he thought, now I don't even get to use my own bed.

Zack woke up groggily, vision blurred and mouth unfortunately fuzzy. Like his brain. So when he stretched and felt his hand brush something warm and breathing, he froze. I didn't get laid last night...I think...so who the hell...? But when he lifted his head to look, he was surprised to see ebony hair flowing loose over the shoulders of a blue-suited body. Tseng? He panicked because he'd never been sure how best to approach the man, and was now unsure as to how he should attempt to stay close to him.
Judging by the smell of alcohol, I didn't stop drinking at the bar... But there are two cups, so unless someone else**** was here last night, I was drinking with Tseng.A sudden epiphany hit the brakes on that train of thought. Since when does Tseng drink? Pondering that question took more brain power than he'd like - and kicked the effects of a major hangover into full swing. Life was a bitch sometimes.

Tseng awoke to the feel of something burying itself in his lap, right up against his groin. I know I didn't have sex with anyone last night, the TURK thought to himself, confused. Then his surroundings registered. Right, I was tasked with dog-sitting Angeal's puppy, who was drunk, and he fell asleep against me during that second movie. Thoughts sorted out, he looked at the SOLDIER moaning***** in pain, half in his lap.
"Your hangover's that bad?"
The SOLDIER whimpered in misery and curled up in the fetal position, as if that would somehow protect him from the echoes of Tseng's voice in his head. It hurt.
"... Sorry." Gently moving the poor puppy aside, Tseng rose and made his way to his nearest first aid kit, where he removed a remedy. The TURK eased the lid off and helped Zack sit up, then held it to the younger man's lips as he drank.
There were little grimaces as Zack felt the world spin before the remedy kicked in and suddenly everything righted itself. It was shockingly sudden, and the SOLDIER blinked for a second. Then he turned his gaze on the TURK...and was pole-axed by the unexpected gentle darkness of Tseng's eyes.
W-what the hell bought this on? Of course his libido couldn't leave it alone. Damn, that's sexy!
In lieu of drooling, the puppy let his muscles relax and set his head down on that blue-suited shoulder with a slight smile. "... Thanks." And he must have still been a little intoxicated, because his mouth ran away with him. "I think the way you smell is making me high." Oh, he could have strangled himself for that one...! It was mortifying! Gaia, how embarrassing! I don't even know what he thinks of me!
It was the TURK's turn to blink. Is he flirting again? The remedy should have sufficiently sobered him up already...
Well, Zack figured, as they say: in for a penny, in for a pound. So he added, "I like you, you know. Not just the side you show to the public, but the side of you that hides except when you think you're alone, and the side you show the world when you work. I like the you I see, and I like the you Reno sees, even though it hits my friend when he gets annoying."****** The lopsided grin on his face proved impossible to deal with, so the Wutaian man turned away.
Tseng didn't know what to say. In normal circumstances he inevitably had a properly worded reply thought out, but now he was lost. "..." It's like I'm imitating Rude,he thought disgustedly. Truth be told, Tseng wasn't sure what was so likable about himself. He was a TURK, a blue-suited, immoral, hell-bound bastard disguised as an exiled Wutaian human. How those sky blue eyes could see anything else was mystifying.
Probably one of them would have found something to say eventually, but a noise erupted from the silence. I wanna fuck you like an animal... I wanna feel you from the inside... I wanna fuck you like an animal... My whole existence is flawed... 1*
Tseng nearly broke his phone as he hit silence and answered it. I'm going to kill that little shit next time he's in reach, grumbled Tseng to himself. Just for the damn ring tone. When the hell did he change it? Sneaky bastard when he wants to be...
Zack watched admiringly as Tseng growled under his breath and pulled his phone from his front pocket. Those fingers were muscled but long, and obviously the man had dexterity like no normal human; he was a TURK, after all, and the TURKs only took the best of the sneaky, the killers, the misfits of society. Loyalty was a must, of course, but most TURKs were more loyal to the TURKs than they were to ShinRa, who paid them.
"Tseng of the TURKs." He didn't need to clarify that he was the one answering; anyone calling his number knew that already.
The SOLDIER had more than excellent hearing and thus was nearly deafened when Reno's voice burst through the phone.
"Yo, boss, you're late!"
And of course he's laughing, the little bastard, thought the ebony-haired TURK snidely.
"What'd ya do last night, yo?" Reno was dying of curiosity. "Drink yourself senseless and finally get laid again?"
Sadly, Reno couldn't see his fellow TURK rolling his eyes briefly. "Reno, you saw how drunk Angeal's puppy was last night," Tseng told the redhead. But he was interrupted before he could say any more.

"Didn't look like Angeal's puppy last night, Dot-man. Looked like he was your puppy, the way he was flirting with you."
In the background, Zack blushed. Does he realize I'm still here, or is he just trying to be an arse? Then a wicked idea hit him, and he was glad Tseng didn't have eyes in the back of his head to see the smirk on his lips.
"What are you lacking that you find it so irresistible to make such rude comments?" Tseng wondered aloud. It was a metaphorical query.
Reno answered it.
"Modesty, yo," snickered the redhead. "Or maybe it's that I ain't a prude like you."
Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't paying attention to anything other than Reno's voice over the phone, so it startled him when there were suddenly arms around him and a chin on his shoulder.
"I get the hint, Reno," drawled Zack, sliding one hand down to grope the ebony-haired TURK through his pants.
"Hey, move it or lose it, yo!" teased the easy-going TURK, for once oblivious to the irony of the words.
"Shut up and do your job," scoffed the SOLDIER. "And tell 'em I'm still hungover and Tseng's stuck playin' nurse all day." He nibbled on a pale neck, licked teasingly at equally pale ears.
Tseng shivered, unsure why he wasn't moving but positive that it felt good.
"You sure you're hungover?" Reno queried slyly. Don't sound like it to me, yo.
"Man," grinned the raven-haired SOLDIER, "I was plastered last night, and you're still askin' me that?"
"Good point, yo; mine don't leave for a day or two, 'specially after a night like that."
"Glad we understand each other," Zack told him smugly. "If you order pizza tonight and join us here, I'll pay." And he hung up before Reno could exclaim happily about the free food.

*Next? Elena, of course. XD
**With Sean Connery and Nicholas Cage. XD It's overplayed in the US but still a great movie. And their lines are hilarious. If you haven't seen it, you should.
***With Vin Diesel. It's a hilarious movie. Excellent for kids, great family entertainment.
****Reno. *cough* If it was anybody, it would have been Reno.
*****I'm sorry, with a hangover that bad, even laying in one place hurts. Makes me glad my family doesn't get sick or even hungover like most people. Some of us are lucky like that.
******For anyone who doesn't know, it's background knowledge (Tseng's) that the Wutaian TURK had one hell of a temper before he perfected that control. At least, perfected it in public. We'll see how well he does when he's not in public... *faux evil laughter*
1* Lyrics from the Nine Inch Nails song, "Closer"
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