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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: The Gift

Warnings: PWP (really is there anything better than that?) Language, glorified smut, possible OCC-ness, abuse of Canon and Canon characters (not like that… although…hmm) Yaoi! (it still is a good time had by all!)

Rating: M for sMutty

Pairings: Valenwind and one of my OTPs: Tseng/Vincent

Summary: Tseng is at a loss when it comes to getting Vincent the perfect gift. That is until someone makes a random observation.

The Gift

Tseng leaned back in his leather executive chair and grimaced when the piece of furniture creaked under his weight before blowing out a breath and squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. Walking passed his boss’ open door; Reno looked in on Tseng as he normally did before heading down to Rufus’ office. The brief glance he took completely caught him off guard that he had to take several steps back, shake his head to clear it and take another look into Tseng’s open office.
There was Tseng, Director of the Turks, the cold and calculated assassin gnawing on his bottom lip and mumbling to himself. If it was anyone else, Reno would say it was a cute and endearing scene. Okay, it was cute and endearing and somehow sexy to the pervy redhead but it being totally out of character for his boss caused worry to invade his mind and take over.
“Knock, knock,” Reno called out before taking a few tentative steps inside the office. “You ‘kay boss?”
Tseng tipped his chair back into its normal upright position and opened only one eye to peer at the loudmouthed redhead before he signed and waved his Second-in-Command inside.
“I’m fine Reno, just thinking.”
“Whatcha thinkin’ bout? That last mission? It went smoothly, we didn’t kill too many rookies,” Reno winked trying to lighten the mood.
“Har, har,” sarcasm dripping from every syllable the Wutain uttered. “No, I’m not thinking about that. It’s just that Vince,” Tseng clamped his mouth shut, realizing that he said too much. It wasn’t that Tseng and Vincent dating was a secret, everyone knew. Everyone had known since the day they first hooked up, screwing like a couple of over-sexed hormonal teenagers in the bathroom of 7^th Heaven. The real reason for the embargo on dating details was simply because if Reno sniffed that a party could be thrown in honor of something, well damn him and all of the remaining Jenova cells, a party complete with booze and hookers would be thrown.
Seriously, how has Rude put up with him all these years? For that matter, how has Tseng?
“Ya anniversary with Vampy is coming up, right?” Tseng looked at Reno with something akin anger at the slur against his boyfriend coupled with pure, unadulterated fear that Reno knew and would decide to plan something.
Seeing the small beads of sweat form on his boss’ upper lip, Reno chuckled lightly, “it’s all good Bossman. No parties this year. Rufus is taking me ta Del Sol with Cloud. We’re gonna… well; I’ll just send ya a copy of the DVD… in HD.” The lecherous look was enough to ease Tseng’s tension before he shook his head politely declining the offer of free porn.
“Well, yes it does have to do with my anniversary,” Tseng said in an attempt to get back to the matter at hand. “I just don’t know what to get him,” he scowled. Vincent was one of, if not the hardest person to buy something for. The man rarely changed his look, and if he did it was leather or naked. Not that the Wutain was complaining about the second look but it was one he was not willing to share.
Vincent wasn’t a tech junky either, it took pushing and prodding from everyone that considered Vincent a friend to have them man get a phone. That still didn’t mean he ever answered it, but that was besides the point.
“Well, I got an idea but I dunno how ya gonna feel about it,” Reno murmured suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable.
“Do tell.”
“Promise not ta flip and like fuckin shoot me and shit?” Reno narrowed his eyes at Tseng.
“I promise not to, what was… “shoot you and shit” as you said,” Tseng sighed as he reached into one of his drawers to get out his bottle of aspirins and antacids. Just in case.
“Yo, I’m serious.” At Tseng’s glare that clearly said ‘get to the point or get the fuck out’ Reno got up and walked until he was within range of the door. “Get him what he’s had his eye on for a few years now.”
“He has everything he wants, I should know.”
“Heh, not true,” Reno raised his eyebrows as he spoke in a singsong voice.
Sighing, Tseng looked up at his Second with barely concealed exasperation. "And you happen to know what that is?" At Reno's nod, the Wutain took the bait. "Fine, I'll play along. Tell me, Reno, what does my boyfriend have his eyes on?"
Reno gave Tseng a devastating smirk before saying the three words that changed everything for Tseng.
"Cid Highwind, yo."
xXx
Vincent opened the door to the apartment he shared with Tseng and was greeted with the smell of his favorite meal cooking. Crimson eyes alighted with pleasure and a smile tugged at his lips as he quickly stripped himself of his blood red cloak and glove, before bending over and removing the golden boot covers. Tseng had poked fun that Galian Beast was the first to remember to remove the cumbersome coverlets that damaged many rugs that had lain in the apartment over the years. “Apparently you can teach old dog new tricks,” Tseng had said at his expense. Tseng spent a weekend in the guest bedroom and Vincent made an effort to remember to remove them.
Walking down the hallway, Vincent made a slight turn and entered the open kitchen/dining area, his breath caught in his throat as he watched Tseng work his magic. Standing barefoot near the stove, wearing his sleek black dress pants with no belt on, his pristine white silk shirt was untucked and completely unbuttoned exposing the lean lines of his sculpted body. Though scars marked the skin here and there, Vincent closed his eyes and he visualized the first time he traced each and every line with his tongue. Gone was Tseng’s dual gun holster as well as the man’s tie. His hair was hanging loosely down his back, a black so deep, it nearly shined blue in the light. Tseng was breathtaking to look at, at least that’s what Vincent always thought. Vincent enjoyed being a voyeur and watching his lover cook a meal for them, but when Tseng reached out and grabbed the wine goblet to sip on the rich red wine, Vincent couldn’t hide the groan of pleasure as he watched the man’s throat work, then seeing the pink tongue peek out between his supple lips to lick up any errant droplets of wine.
Tseng’s brows furrowed as his head snapped in the direction of the noise and but quickly his features smoothed out into a wide smile as he took in the sight of Vincent Valentine.
“Valentine.”

“Tseng,” Vincent’s baritone cut through the silence. Both men’s lips twitched slightly before a few quick strides from each had them meet in the middle. Arms tangled in each other’s hair and lips met and battled each other for leverage before tongues started dueling for entrance then dominance. Pulling back slightly, Tseng pushed back the unruly hair of his lover as he gazed down at him.
“Hmm,” the Wutain hummed in contentment, just having Vincent in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”
Vincent’s deep and rich laughter, which was a rare gift that Tseng coveted, rang in his ears. “I was only gone for two days.”
“Two days too long,” Tseng corrected. “Reeve and the WRO are over working you. You should consider rejoining the Turks. I’ll eliminate Reno and make you my Second. How does that sound?”
Vincent knew Tseng was joking for the most part. As much as he lambasted the redhead’s existence, Vincent knew for a fact that Tseng cared deeply about the Turk. Sometimes though, the gunner did question just how deep those feelings ran. Shaking those thoughts out of his mind he stepped forward to place a quick kiss on Tseng’s lips before murmuring “Happy Anniversary.”
“Oh? Was that today?” Vincent turned sharply at Tseng’s retort but noticed the slight smirk the younger man had.
“Hm. It is. But since you seem to have forgotten, then no need to give you my present,” Vincent stated as he sat in his customary seat at the kitchen table. His eyes scanned over the repast laid out before him. His favorite wine, his favorite foods all prepared by his favorite person. He smiled to himself knowing that Tseng didn’t forget, would never forget.
“You are my present,” Tseng whispered before kissing the top of the gunner’s head.
The meal was shared in companionable silence for the most part with interspersed bits of conversation going back and forth. Once the meal was done and the table was clear, Vincent beckoned the Director to follow him into the hallway where he had placed his gift on the credenza by the door.
Tseng looked thoughtfully back and forth between the plain yet neatly wrapped package and Vincent who just stared at him. Those crimson colored eyes gauging all of Tseng’s emotions. Tseng placed his wine glass on the table next to the package and began to unwrap it, as he was going through the process Vincent felt the need to explain the gift.
“I’ve been working on this for a while and I wanted to make sure it’s perfect,” he rushed out as Tseng lifted the custom made gold and silver double-barreled firearm. Tseng stroked the gun reverently before placing it back into its ornate case.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” he murmured, still in awe of the gift. “I assume you want your present now,” he asked with a tilt of his head, a cheeky grin threatening to break out on his face. “Well, I will hazard a guess that you would never expect to have this.” With a slightly evil smile that sent chills racing up Vincent’s spine Tseng leaned in, brushing his lips against the other man and murmured, “your gift is in the bedroom. Go.”
Tseng turned around and watched Vincent disappear down the hallway to their bedroom and countdown down.
“Five,” Tseng slowly followed behind Vincent towards the bedroom.
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two,” the Wutain licked his lips in anticipation.
“CHIEF!”
xXx
Laying on the massive king sized bed, clad only in light blue boxers, which matching satin restraints tying his hands together and connected to the headboard was the tanned and muscular form of Cid Highwind. A light blue ball gag was stuffed in his mouth and tied behind his head. Sky blue eyes looked up at the sound of his nickname and he groaned slightly behind the gag.
“Tseng! What is the meaning of this,” Vincent wheeled around to face his long time partner, hands on his hips as he waited for an explanation.
Tseng for his part, strolled casually into the room, the motion causing his shirt to flutter against his chest, letting both men get glimpses of his taut muscles.
“I was at a loss as to what to get you for our anniversary. Surprisingly, someone gave me a hint about something you might want,” Tseng paused letting the meaning of his words sink into the ex-Turk.
“Tseng. I… it’s not,” Vincent stopped when Tseng lifted a hand, stalling the conversation. The Wutain climbed on the bed, pulling the nearly naked pilot up onto his knees as he crowded behind him.
Running his hands up and down Cid’s torso, Tseng tilted his head to nip and lick at the exposed flesh. “There’s nothing to worry about Vincent. He’s here of his own accord. I was shocked the it took so little convincing but it seems that Mr. Highwind has been attracted to you for sometime. Tseng punctuated his statement but dragging his tongue up the side of Cid’s neck before gently biting on the man’s earlobe. Cid’s eyes closed and a muffled groan escaped his throat.
Vincent’s vermilion colored eyes widened and gazed over slightly as he watched his lover molest his best friend. Swallowing thickly, the gunner tried to moisten his mouth that suddenly went dry.
“Are you okay with this?” Vincent wasn’t really sure who he was asking; Cid, Tseng or himself.
Cid nodded his response as Tseng’s roaming hands traveled down the front of the spearman’s body, dipping underneath the waistband of the flimsy boxers, only to appear from the bottom, his blunt nails scrapping against the blonde’s thighs. “Absolutely,” he uttered before looking back at Vincent and smirking. “The was of course a few stipulations,” Tseng said as he sat back on his heels, his hands leaving Cid’s body. “As you can see, he is not allowed to touch… yet.”
“The gag?” Vincent asked with an arched brow.

”For me,” Tseng said as he quirked his lips slightly. “You know I cannot tolerate someone habitually butchering the English language.”
“And what’s your excuse for Reno?” Tseng blushed slightly at Vincent’s innocuous question before replying with, “Reno is an acquired taste.”
Vincent’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly. ‘I’ll have to just tuck that information away for use at a later date,’ he thought.
“So? Would you like to unwrap your present,” Tseng asked as he walked around the bed, standing flush against Vincent as he began unbuttoning the older man’s shirt.
xXx
It didn’t take long for Tseng and Vincent to strip each other of their clothing as Cid looked on, his own erection threatening to poke through the opening of his boxers. The two men before him were more than merely handsome, they were stunning with their long pitch-black hair, Vincent’s pale skin a stark contrast to Tseng’s ethnically golden color.
Cid would be hard pressed to not admit that he had always harbored an attraction to the Wutain. It went back his days in the ShinRa Air Force and the Turks were doing their background checks on the flight candidates. Back then, Tseng was young and fresh faced, an exotic sight to behold and Cid was smitten with the easy elegance the man moved and spoke with.
His attraction to Vincent was newer but just as fierce. The gunner and he spent majority of their time together during their trek across Gaia in the hopes of vanquishing Sephiroth and saving the planet. Cid’s attraction to Vincent at first had been on an emotional level. Granted, the smooth pale lithe form did have a tendency to drive the pilot hungry with want and need. He just never figured Vincent was into men, let alone sex what with his history.
To say that he was shocked when Tseng had approached earlier in the week with the proposition of sharing their bed, one time only mind you, was the understatement of the year. He didn’t know what had him gapping more, the fact that both Tseng and Vincent swung that way or the fact that Tseng admitted they both had a mutual attraction to the blonde, though the gunner wasn’t aware that Tseng knew about it.
Even though Tseng had stated that there would be rules, to be honest, being tied up by a Turk and tortured with sweet sexual pleasure was not a bad thing, he couldn’t resist jumping at the chance to get his dick wet with these two long haired gods of his most perverse sexual fantasies.
xXx
Vincent let a needy sigh escape his lips as he felt Tseng’s fingers graze down his arms as they both climbed onto the bed. Vincent and Tseng were both kneeling with Cid pressed flushed against both of them. Vincent looked over the blondes shoulder and saw the smirk on Tseng’s face. The gunners hands, normally so steady that he could hit a target from an obscene distance away, were shaking ever so slightly.
Seeing his boyfriend’s unease, Tseng pulled Cid’s body back, the blonde head tilting back to rest on the Turk’s shoulder. The Wutain then reached around the body and grasped onto Vincent’s wrists, tugging the man forward, letting the cool palms graze against tanned muscular flesh. Cid hissed at the contact, the sound barely audible behind the gag as he locked eyes with Vincent.
“You like how his hands feel on you?” Tseng whispered in Cid’s ears. The blonde nodded and raised his bound hands up to grab onto Vincent’s wrists, the same location that Tseng was just holding onto. Vincent’s eyes widened slightly.
“Chief?” The low decibel of Vincent’s voice effected both men, causing them to painfully harden. Cid felt the long, thickened length of Tseng nestle itself in between his ass, the blonde’s boxers the only thing inhibiting full contact.
“Take off his boxers,” Tseng ordered but stopped Vincent when his hands traveled down to the waistband. “Not that way. You know how,” he said huskily. Vincent shivered ever so slightly causing Cid to tense. He knew that there were things that these men shared together that he would never be privy to but it seemed certain habits he was going to enjoy fully.
His hips bucked violently as Vincent’s hair stroked across his heated flesh, and he whined when he felt the gunners tongue start to snake down his torso, heading towards his boxers. Using his teeth to grab a hold of the elastic band and tugged the material violently over the other man’s hips.
Cid’s erection bobbed, dripping an almost steady stream of precum as it was exposed to the cool air in the bedroom. Vincent lapped at the juices spilling forth before letting his tongue circle around the thick shaft. Cid’s hands shot out and grasped inky strands in his fist as Vincent began sucking on his member in earnest.
Tseng shifted back, his palm pressing forward on the blonde’s back, helping the man to stay upright under the assault of Vincent’s mouth. “He’s so good at that,” he could resist saying before completely retreated from the bed momentarily. When he returned, he reached around Cid’s body and fisted Vincent’s hair, pulling the gunner off of the blonde’s erection.
“Continue and I’ll prepare him for you,” he said with a slight harshness in his tone before tugging the older man closer, Cid and Vincent’s chest and erections were flush up against each other as Tseng devoured the gunner’s lips and tongue. The blonde couldn’t help but whimper at the sight.
The whimper turned into a full on growl as Vincent resumed his oral ministrations on him and Tseng leaned down, using his hands to spread Cid open before him. The Wutain gave the blonde one tantalizingly slow lick from the top of his crevice all the way underneath to meet Vincent’s tongue that was licking up and down the blonde’s shaft. The unexpected dual sensation caused the blonde to buck his hips without warning, his cock stabbing Vincent’s throat. Bright blue eyes looked down in apology but were met with equally bright crimson eyes that closed slowly as Vincent hummed in appreciation of the rough treatment.
Taking advantage of the momentary lapse in attention, Tseng quickly lubed up a few fingers and began to rub against the blonde’s entrance. The Director’s lips grazed on the now humid skin of the blonde’s, right behind his ear as his index finger began to slowly push inside. Feeling Tseng’s harsh breath panting on his neck while his fingers prodded and stretched him mingled with Vincent’s tongue wrapped around his cock had Cid keening in pleasure.
“Soon, Highwind. Very soon you’ll feel Vincent’s thick hard cock sliding inside of you. It’s not often that Vincent fucks me,” Tseng murmured for Cid’s ears only. “But when he does,” the Wutain groaned in the blonde’s ear as he stroked himself, “its so fucking good. He’s going to ram that cock in so deep. You want that? You want Vincent to fuck you so hard?”
The blonde couldn’t hold back and came in Vincent’s throat while the Director continued to murmur dirty things in his ear. Vincent sucked a bit more, blurring the line between pleasure and pain for the pilot, before he got back up on his knees and licked around the man’s ball gag. Vincent still had a bit of Cid’s cum on his tongue and pushed it into the man’s mouth.
Tseng quickly finished stretching the blonde out for Vincent before grabbing the lube once more, this time to stroke Vincent’s neglected cock. Making sure it was coated sufficiently, he kissed and nibbled on his lover’s neck and lips before once again moving away from the bed.
Vincent watched as Tseng vacated the bed and arched a questioning brow at the other man.
“He’s your present, not mine,” was all Tseng said as he sprawled naked in the overstuffed armchair, facing the bed. Vincent turned back to Cid and ran both his human hand and gauntlet over the tanned back, the golden talons scratching lightly as the palm comforted before moving the blonde onto his back and stretching the man’s arms over his head, tying one of the ends of the restraint material around a slat in the headboard.
Vincent turned back towards Tseng, a large grin spreading across his face as he motioned towards the blonde’s gag. Tseng nodded his assent as he continued to fist his own cock languidly.
“Give me a moment, Chief,” Vincent murmured as he attempted to gently unclasp the gag from behind the blonde’s head.
“Fuck!” Cid groaned, his voice a bit hoarse from the moaning and shouts of pleasure that were muffled.
“That’s the plan Highwind,” Tseng smirked from behind the men on the bed.
“Shit ain’t gonna happen if Val doesn’t get his shit in gear,” the blonde snapped. Tseng visibly winced as Vincent reacted to the outburst but thrusting his hips forward, sheathing himself inside Cid in one swift motion. “Ah… fucking shit.”
“Mmm. See,” Tseng groaned as his fist began to speed up, “that’s why he had the gag.” Vincent smirked over his shoulder at his lover before turning back and pressing his gauntlet down on Cid’s back, his human hand reaching around to pump the blonde’s cock in time with his thrusts.
Tseng watched as his lover took his pleasure in another man’s body. The Wutain gave himself a moment to muse how if it was anyone else, he would probably be jealous and wouldn’t have gone through with this but seeing how it was Vincent fucking Cid, Tseng enjoyed the show the men put on for him.
When Vincent pushed and grinded his hips against the blonde’s ass, he must of viciously brushed against the man’s prostate because the streams of curses coming from the mans mouth made even Tseng blush.
Vincent leaned down, his hips pistoning back and forth, his cock sawing inside of Cid, hitting his sweet spot over and over, grabbed the blonde by the back of the head, pulling his body up against his pale chest. His fist working over and over on the blonde’s cock. The Director watched as Vincent eyed him but spoke directly into the blonde’s ear. Whatever was said had the blonde hissing in pleasure as the maneuvered to face him fully.
With one more solid thrust by Vincent, Cid came hard, his seed spilling over Vincent’s fist as the blonde cried out Tseng’s name. Hearing his name come from the blonde and watching Vincent’s face contort in pleasure threw Tseng over the edge of his own release, his semen shooting and landing on his thighs in thick spurts.
xXx
It was the next morning when Cid took his leave, though he was more than welcomed to stay longer and after enjoying both Vincent again as well as Tseng’s attention, he left with a standing invitation to come over anytime he wanted.
“Well,” Tseng said as he tied his black silk kimono over his frame before sitting down on the couch, letting Vincent rest his legs on his lap.
“Well,” Vincent replied as he nodded his head. A smile hovering over the edges of his lips.
“Enjoyed yourself?”
“Very much so. I definitely enjoyed watching you, feeling you, touching you and tasting you,” Vincent’s deep voice washed over the Wutain as he crawled into the man’s lap. “But I do wonder…”
“Hmm?”
Vincent sighed as he felt Tseng’s fingers rub gently on his scalp. “What would it be like to watch you and Reno.”
Tseng stopped caressing Vincent’s head, a denial quickly coming from his mouth but Vincent silenced him with a kiss while he groped the younger man’s hardening cock.
“Your birthday is coming up,” Vincent said, a distinct demonic gleam in his eye. “Maybe Reno would like to join us. Or Rufus. Possibly Cloud. Heh, maybe all three at the same time,” Vincent chuckled as Tseng pushed him back down on the couch, intending to prove he was the only one the Turk wanted.

A/N: Eh? Read/Review/Fav…. Yanno the dealie-oh!
I have to admit… the only reason why Cid was gagged for most of this was because when I type his dialogue, it reads to me as Reno and that’s SOOOOO not how it should be.
A/N2: formatting is a bit off... I apologize and will attempt to fix it soon.
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