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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings of Final Fantasy VII. They are the sole creative property of SquareEnix. I do however own my insanity and perversity. Nor do I make a profit from this endeavor, I will however gain carpal tunnel syndrome eventually.

Title: Controlled Chaos

Warnings: It's nothing more than glorified PWP. Yeaaaah. OCC on Vincent's part (it had to be done)

Rating: M for sMutty!

Pairings: Tseng/Vincent err maybe someone else? *evil cackle*

Summary: None. Just read it, yo!

Controlled Chaos

"In a world where we are forced to conform to society, it is necessary to have personal chaos" ~T. Allan Armstrong

Tseng blindly reached a hand out from under the soft and comfortable covers of his bed searching for the bloody cell phone that wouldn't cease ringing. Every time it went to voicemail, promptly at thirty seconds of ringing, it would stop for about seven seconds and then ring again. He laid there in bed for at least three cycles of this before he woke up enough to realize it wasn't residual noise from the very tantalizing dream his was having of his lover. No, it was his thrice damned phone.

Knocking over a picture frame, slamming his knuckles against the brass edge of his table lamp and pushing his loaded (safety on of course) side arm off the nightstand, he retrieved the device. Cracking a bleary eye open, he sighed when he saw that it was a 'Private Number'. He knew that it could be any one of his subordinates or Rufus himself. Glancing briefly at the time on his phone, his frown deepened as his heartbeat accelerated slightly. He hit the accept button and moved the phone to his ear.

"Tseng," he grunted his greeting.

Raspy breathing answered him. At this point Tseng was wavering between thinking something bad happened to one of his men or an obscene phone call from one of his men; either way chances were high that it was Reno on the other end.

"Hello? Hello. Reno, if this you pulling another fucking stunt I swear on all that is holy you will have so much fucking paper work come Monday morn…"

The rest of his diatribe was cut off by one word. "Tsengbird." Though the intonation was not normal, there was no mistaking the deep baritone coming from the other side of the call. There was also no mistaking the effect said voice had on Tseng. He scowled in the darkness as he felt himself slightly harden to Vincent Valentine's voice even though the man used the blasted nickname Reno called him behind his back.

"Vincent," he replied. "It's two in the morning. Are you alright? What's going on?" Tseng tried to keep the worry out of his voice but knew he failed somewhat. Vincent was the one person on this planet that could definitely handle himself no matter the circumstances. The man carried a gun that would blow a two foot hole into someone, never mind the demons he was unfortunately host to.

"Uhm," Vincent paused on the other line before giggling slightly. Tseng sat up in bed at that tinkling sound of Vincent's laughter. Though the sound of his lover's laugh shot straight to his groin, he never once heard it. Vincent fucking Valentine doesn't giggle.

"Vincent, where are you? Are you in trouble?" Tseng was already starting to crawl out of bed, having angled the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

"M'fine," the gunner replied. "I jus forgot where I lived soooooo can I crash at ya place? Pleaaaasee."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Maaaybe!"

Tseng sighed as he slowed his movements and raked a hand through his long black hair. "Vincent," he began, ready to go into a lecture on drinking. "Never mind. Of course you can stay here, do you need me to come get you?"

"Nah," the drunk ex-Turk replied. "I'll be right there! Hole on," he breathed and at the same time the obnoxiously loud buzzing of Tseng doorbell echoed through the spacious apartment. Eyes widened in surprise, the Wutain scrambled out of the bedroom and rushed to the front door. Unlocking the dead bolts he pulled the solid steel door open and bit back a laugh when he saw a completely shit faced Vincent leaning against the door frame.

"Vincent, come inside," Tseng said.

"Gimme a sex," Vincent murmured and Tseng let the Freudian slip go as he watched in amusement as Vincent began speaking back into the phone. "Tsengbird! I gotta go m'bout ta have hot demon lovins with my super sexy man, Tsengbird."

Tseng reflexes were tested as Vincent released his grip on his cellphone and walked through the opened door. Tseng lunged forward and grabbed the device before it hit the floor, once again a scowl marring his features as he turned around just in time to watch as Vincent began stripping the different layers of leather off of his lithe frame.

"Vincent," Tseng called out as he followed the gunner into the living room where the man flopped down on the plush couch, clad only in his now unbuttoned leather pants. His cape, top, glove and shoes marked the trail he took from the front door. When the older man didn't respond, Tseng called out to him again, a little harsher this time. "Vincent." No response. Sighing, he used his "Reno, I've fucking had it up to here with you" voice, "VINCENT!"

The gunner blinked and swung his head around to track where the voice came from, he groaned slightly as a wave of dizziness assaulted him. Blinking several times, his crimson colored eyes tried to focus on the man before him.

"Tseng," he sighed happily. "When didja get here? And why ya only wearing those sexy bottoms?" The gunner scowled slightly as he drank in his half naked lover's form. Tseng self consciously ran his palms over his torso. Vincent's drunken gaze followed those slightly golden hands roam over well defined pecs and down a ripped abdomen that would have Cloud Strife whimper with jealously. Tseng rolled his eyes as he watched Vincent lick his lips before sucking in his bottom lip and palming his visibly hardening cock.

"I don't think so," Tseng said before moving into the kitchen to fetch Vincent a glass of water. While Tseng walked out of the room, Vincent let his head fall back against the overstuffed cushions and closed his eyes as he continued to palm his crotch with his human hand.

"How much did you have to drink?" Tseng's question startled Vincent slightly but he didn't move from his position.

"Just a little," he mumbled back.

"Vincent, when was the last time you got this drunk?" Curiosity and concern inched their way into the Wutain's voice.

"Hmm. What year is it?" Vincent snickered at his own lame joke.

"This is not funny." When Vincent lifted his head back up and grabbed the proffered glass he just arched one fine eyebrow as he drank the cold water. "Okay, it's a little bit funny. Tomorrow's hangover will be all shits and giggles," Tseng replied sarcastically. "You have no idea how this will affect… them," he hissed.

Vincent needed a moment to figure out who the "them" Tseng was referring to but once he got the gist of what the Director of the Turks was saying he flipped his gauntlet hand in a non committal gesture and blew a raspberry at his lover. "They'll be fineeee," he said as he handed the empty glass back to Tseng.

Tseng eyed him warily but just shrugged his shoulders and brought the glass back into the kitchen, when he returned to the living room to check up on Vincent he noticed that the man finally passed out. Shaking his head with a slight smile on his face, Tseng walked to his linen closet and grabbed a thin blanket and pillow. Returning with the items, he shifted Vincent slightly so that the man could sleep off the liquor that was flowing through him. Satisfied that the gunner was going to be as comfortable as he could get, Tseng made sure the door was locked once again before turning down the lights and heading back to sleep in his own bed.

xXx

For the second time that night, Tseng's sleep was disrupted. Though, this time it wasn't a cellphone that caused this disruption, it was the feeling of being watched and the slight stirring of air on the back of his neck as he laid in his massive bed. Years of training came to him in moments as he slowly assimilated himself to his surroundings. Instead of bolting upright in the bed, he tried to keep his breathing even, only slightly opening his eyes, just enough to see in the darkness but not enough for the intruder to notice. It took him a moment but he remembered that Vincent had passed out on his couch only an hour or so before. Taking the chance, Tseng licked his dry lips and shifted ever so slightly.

"Vincent?"

There was no verbal response but a weight shifted on Tseng's bed. Coming into his limited view he saw the pale moonlight that filtered barely through his window glint off of Vincent's gauntlet. Sighing and resigning to the fact that Drunken Vincent would not let Tseng sleep, the Wutain turned slightly and looked over his shoulder at the man that was leaning over him in bed. He couldn't stifle the gasp that came out when he saw those bright golden eyes peering back at him. Gone was Vincent's exotic and enchanting vermillion colored eyes, in its place though was Chaos's glowing and hypnotic gold ones. Tseng attempted to turn around fully but was forcefully pressed back down, face first, into the mattress by a firm hand pressed in between his shoulder blades.

Tseng's mind was racing, he tried to remember everything he could about Vincent's ultimate "demon", Chaos. He knew the basic information from the reports that were done on Vincent, clinical studies done by Hojo and Lucrecia over thirty years ago, to quarterly checkups done by Reeve. All of that information that was contained in those reports more than likely wouldn't help him now, not when Chaos was panting, his breath hot and heavy on Tseng's exposed back. Tseng stiffened as he felt a warm, wet tongue lick up his spine; from his lower back towards his neck, Vincent err Chaos, pushing the wall thick raven colored hair off of Tseng's back to give the man, creature, better access.

Taking a chance, Tseng tried to push himself up onto his forearms. Turning his head slightly, he whispered into the darkness, "Chaos?" Tseng wasn't entirely sure if the demon could talk. He knew that Vincent said he held conversations with the Demon but never explained if it was actual words passing between them or more like visual images responding to Vincent's mental thoughts.

Chaos purred slightly and nipped at the back of Tseng's neck. The look on Tseng's face, if anyone was to see it would have been purely comical when he heard the slight rumble from the man –being- pressed down on his back, but feeling it was an entirely different story. The sensation shot through him and he had to swallow back the needy groan but couldn't suppress the thickening of his cock that was pressed harshly between his body, encased in blood red silk sleep pants and black silk sheets.

"Fuck," Tseng moaned as Chaos lowered himself to press his –Vincent's- body flush against his body. Chaos seemed to enjoy laving at the tender skin behind Tseng's ear.

"Good idea, human."

Tseng's body jolted at the sound of that voice. It was like Vincent's but different. It was as if two people with similar voices spoke at the same time but with a one to two second difference in timing. The Director definitely heard Vincent's deep baritone that always sent shivers down his spine but it was mixed with another voice, more guttural but just as deep. The Wutain was too caught up in the fact that Chaos actually could speak that the actual words didn't register until it was too late.

Tseng tried to physically push Chaos off of him but the demon held him down with barely any effort. As the human struggled, Chaos took to tearing strips from the silk sheets that were pooled around their bodies. He was thankful that his host thought ahead and had already striped himself of those cumbersome shoes and other clothes before Chaos awoke and came into this room. Chaos had watched Tseng since Vincent first came in contact with him. He was the one that pushed Vincent to accept the man's advances. Tseng intrigued Chaos and Chaos had been all but begging his host to give him some time with the man. His desires were repeatedly crushed but tonight were an opportunity he couldn't pass up. If Chaos were human, he may have felt some remorse for taking advantage of his host's drunken state but he wasn't so he couldn't care any less about it. All that concerned him was the man that was squirming between his thighs right now and how to get the man to writhe in pleasure soon.

With inhuman speed and strength, Chaos tied off Tseng's left wrist in a knot that wasn't too tight but restricted removal, threaded the length of cloth between the slats of the headboard and back around to tie off the man's right wrist. Tseng quickly realized he was bound to the bed, but there was enough slack in the length that he could twist and not have circulation cut off in his hands, but total movement was not going to happen. Chaos used Vincent's gauntlet to cut away Tseng's pants. He gripped Tseng by the back of his thighs and pushed the man up so that he was resting on his forearms but his knees were bent, allowing his ass to be raised in the air. Chaos, ran his hands up and down the back of Tseng's legs, from his ankles to his knees, then up the back of his thighs before sweeping across his posterior and back down. Chaos rested his hand on the pert globes of Tseng's ass before leaning over the prone man.

"You're more magnificent than I imagined. Host needs to learn how to share," he purred and Tseng shuddered. That voice was driving him insane with uncontrolled lust. If Tseng was in his right mind he might question his sanity at this moment. A legendary beast, a demon, CHAOS was in his bed about to do who knows what and he was getting a raging hard on from it. Oh he was more perverse than Reno, more than he even thought he was, and he could be very debased when he wanted. "I've wanted to taste you since the moment Host saw you," Chaos murmured in that stereophonic voice before leaning back, his long tongue tracing Tseng's spine once again.

That skilled and nimble tongue wove its way down, not stopping even as Chaos pushed Tseng's thighs wider, granted the demon access to his most intimate spot. The wet muscle rasped against Tseng's entrance, sweeping up and down before twirling in a circular motion. A needy moan was ripped from the Wutain's throat as he tugged on his restraints. Fuck, Chaos has a hurricane tongue.

The edge of that tongue pushed and prodded its way into Tseng's body, the nerve endings tingling throughout his body, he found himself pushing back on that muscle, wanted more, needing it deeper inside of him. He had done this numerous times to Vincent, enjoying the keening cries of pleasure he wrung out from his lover but never once did he ask this in return. Oh what he has been missing out. Chaos, spread Tseng's legs and ass apart as far as it could go, and his shoved his tongue as deep as it could go in, feeling the man underneath him shudder.

Pulling back, Chaos watched as Tseng tried to calm down and bring himself back from the edge of orgasm. The look on the demon's face was purely predatory. Fisting his engorged and dripping cock, he lined it up with Tseng's anus and snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself in one fluid movement. The Wutain cried out in blinding pleasurable pain as the demon gripped harshly onto his hips. The sudden intrusion shocked his body but when Chaos took over Vincent's body, he changed it physically. Chaos was a bit longer and wider than Vincent is. The first thrust brushed against Tseng's prostate, the immense feeling of bliss was shoving his body closer and closer to that climax his body called for. His own cock, hard and straining was constantly dripping fluids, Chaos' pounding rhythm into his body, the brushing on that sensitive bundle of nerves was too much. The demon was milking Tseng's orgasm out of him, it was a sweet but unbearable thrill.

Chaos reached out with Vincent's human hand and fisted Tseng's jet black hair and pulled. Tseng rose up as best as his restraint's allowed. Scooting himself closer to the headboard, Chaos allowed the Director to kneel and straighten his spine before the demon pulled on his hair again, cause the human's back to arch and Chaos continued to piston his throbbing cock in and out of his body. The bat like wings of Chaos' form wrapped around Tseng, holding his body firm against the man behind him.

With two final painful thrusts, Chaos bit down on Tseng's exposed next, breaking the skin. The unexpected act, coupled with the harsh rubbing on his prostrate sent Tseng flying over the edge, his orgasm being ripped from his body as his cum shot out violently against the headboard and wall in front of him. I came without even being touched.

A guttural cry of "Mine," was uttered before he slid back down on the bed, pulling the human down with him. Tseng had already blackout from the powerful orgasm as Chaos' eyes fluttered shut, and he drifted off into slumber and back into Vincent's subconscious.

xXx

Vincent woke up groaning as bright light poured onto his face. Raising a hand to shield his sensitive eyes, he did his best to lick his lips and regenerate some saliva into his mouth to eliminate the cotton mouth he was suffering from. Lifting his head slightly, he registered that he was naked and laying haphazardly across and equally naked Tseng. We must've had a good night.

Not quite host. I had a most enjoyable night and I daresay the Wutain did too but you were not welcomed.

Hearing Chaos' taunting remarks float through his head woke Vincent up fully. With wide carmine colored eyes, Vincent carelessly brushed his long black hair away from his face and fully examined the body underneath him.

"Dear Gaia, I've killed him," he muttered as he looked for visible signs of injury on Tseng.

"Death by mind blowing orgasm. Oh yes, I am most definitely dead," came the muffled by snarky reply.

"Tseng!" Vincent cried as he climbed up the Director's body, the sharp tips of his gauntlet piercing the firm but fleshy part of Tseng's ass.

"Ow, fuck! Gauntlet, Vincent."

"Sorry," Vincent whispered as he brushed hair away from Tseng's face. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Just, fucking untie me, please. I've been trying to wake you up for almost twenty minutes now. I have to pee and I think I still have cum leaking… I can't even finish that sentence."

Shocked and somewhat unnerved to find out what happened, Vincent worked silently and untied Tseng's wrists and sat back as the younger man visibly limped to the en suite bathroom. Vincent sat back and let his eyes roam over the room. Tseng's pants were tossed towards the corner, shredded beyond any real recognition. The sheets were destroyed too, between being torn and used as make shift restraints and that stain next to Vincent's leg.

Vincent's head snapped up when he heard the sink turn off and Tseng hobbled back towards the bed.

"I'm sorry," Vincent mumbled.

"For what?" The gunner looked at the younger man as if he just lost his head. "You know what I'm sorry for. You were assaulted by one of my… my sins. I understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore. I've tried my best to control…"

The rest of Vincent's sentence was cut off when firm and supple lips pressed against his.

"You were drunk last night, Vincent. Beyond Cid and Reno drunk."

"Cid AND Reno?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. Okay, so Chaos came out, it turned out to be fine." Tseng noticed that Vincent was about to interrupt him again but he pressed on with what he had to say. "Vincent, those demons, for better or worse is a part of you. Yes it was unexpected but Chaos and I had a bit of fun last night," the Director smirked. "I think he has a bit of a crush on me," he said cheekily as he rubbed the spot where Chaos bit him. Sitting back down on the bed, slowly, he pulled Vincent into a warm embrace. "Did you know that he can speak? He sounds like you but mixed with something darker. Hard to explain. Anyways, Vincent look, it's fine. I'm not upset at you, I love you and that means if I have to love those demons in you to have you in my life, so be it."

"You love me?" Vincent question as he pulled back and looked searchingly into the Turk's eyes.

"I just said it didn't I?"

"I… I," Vincent stammered.

"I know and it's okay. I didn't say it to have you just repeat it back, when you feel the time is right for you, you'll say it. Though, having Chaos claim me as his, I think he gets first dibs," Tseng winked earning him a deep laugh in return.

"So you're really okay with what happened?"

"Aside from the destruction of my pants which were my favorites and my sheets? Absofuckinglutely. It was definitely worth it."

"Well, if that's the case… I got three more demons that want a taste of that 'Wutainese ass'."

Vincent's laughter echoed through the apartment as he watched the look of horror form on his lover's face.

A/N: Kudos to MissVioletStrife for the idea of using Chaos. Thankies! I know, I couldn't resist the bit of fluff at the end. I don't really do much fluff for this pair (who I believe I've written more for than my normal pairings of Reno/Cloud and Sephesis… shocking).

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