Beta'd by Pure Red Crane

Pairings in this chapter - same as last one. Sadly, only a tidbit of sexual content in this one since this story must apparently now have a storyline. I just wanted to write a pure SMUT story but that just didn't happen. So, this chapter is mostly fluff and information. A build up if you will. Yay!

Chapter 3

For the next day and a half, Tseng spent most of his time in the bedroom, completely naked and spread wide open for his two apparent lovers. He barely remembered much of anything else except for the feeling of cock being buried deep inside of him. He was certain he had been through every position he could honestly think about, situated however the two enjoyed the most. Sometimes, he got one-on-one and others, the times he enjoyed the most, he had both Cloud and Vincent attacking his body.

Double the hands, double the mouths on his skin, double everything. Sometimes, he would be on his back, squirming underneath their affections with his hands tied up to the post, unable to move. Tseng never thought how turned on he would become at the mere thought of being strapped down and defenseless, left to the men that were tormenting his body into submission. Other times, he would be between the two and that, that was just amazing. Neither of them had any issues with switching positions, having someone different in the middle. Tseng would either find him with someone buried deep inside of him and him inside the other, the two of them moving his body into completion, or he would find his mouth put to good use. He had no problem with the taking, finding it beautiful how Cloud and Vincent cracked under constant pleasure.

The possibilities were endless and no doubt there were things he had never thought he would enjoy at all (finding them degrading) that he ended up doing so. It was great, if not strange. Maybe not great either... An utter delight? Tseng wasn't sure if there was an actual term for this sensation.

During the times when his mind was functioning, when his two lovers were fast asleep beside him, wrapped around him and each other, Tseng would think. He had thought he would feel a little defensive at being so vulnerable, so open, to these two people, one of which was still considered a stranger at best. And yet, he didn't care. He didn't understand why nor did he bother figuring it out.

Tseng, however, managed to get some answers out of his two newfound lovers, explaining about the cells and the connection between them, about the possible feelings he would feel for them, everything, even some of Vincent's past history (his involvement as a Turk, with Hojo, and what had occurred afterwards when Cloud had woke him up). None of this information was something he could pull up back at ShinRa, something that was only known to those that had been affected. Despite knowing that the cells was changing his mental workings, slowly crafting him to fall for the two men beside him, Tseng couldn't find himself to care, and if it was because of the above reason, Tseng had already willingly surrendered over.

Regardless, Tseng, never once, felt out of place, despite being in his target's home, slipping into their regular routines with no resistance. He would help out with Cloud's chocobos, grooming and keeping them well-fed. Every now and then, he would ride one around the enclosed area, giving them a little bit of exercise. Sometimes, Cloud would race him and it was positively exhilarating, like he was going for a good undercover fight or when he was speeding down the highways back in Midgar with the top down and/or windows open.

Vincent regularly kept away since he generally worked along the outskirts, gathering information (though Tseng had just to figure out how the ex-Turk moved around so quickly without a car), but when he was around, he stayed mostly indoors. The ex-Turk simply stood out too much in the vast plains, even without his infamous red clock wrapped around him. Sometimes, he would wander to the barns, hovering in the background, and just simply observe. Vincent sadly wasn't able to help out in taking care of the chocobos as the scent of his monsters tended to spook them. It forced him to remain at a distance, much to Cloud's displeasure. Still, Tseng found Vincent endearing in the way the man took notice of any situation and spoke of many with just his mere silence.

Tseng quickly realized that if he wasn't working or sleeping. He was being bent over or pushed up against a wall and getting his brains fucked out. Of course, that was only when he was outside. Inside, his legs would get hiked and Tseng would just honestly lose it, forgetting everything he had ever known and just feel as his body got turned inside out. He could sense the connection between the three of them growing stronger each passing day, and though he was certain it was the cells buried deep in his body causing it, he couldn't find the time of day to actually care.

Obviously, Cloud and Vincent was using that connection to figure out exactly what Tseng wanted, what he enjoyed best, taking advantage of it and turning the Turk into nothing more than a gooey pile of exhausted muscles, screaming and begging for more. And slowly, Tseng could feel Vincent's thoughts in return, sensing the man's location even when he wasn't within eyesight or even on the perimeters. There weren't actually any words, but rather sensations that his mind could somehow translate into something he understood.

Gradually, as days passed, Tseng was figuring out what the ex-Turk enjoyed the most and eventually turned the tables against him, having Vincent underneath begging for more. Hearing the stoic male crack had Tseng burning in accomplishment, wanting to take and claim Vincent as his own. Cloud was a bit of a struggle, since Tseng hadn't quite learned to pick up the blond's cues or thoughts, but Vincent didn't mind lending a hand, pinning their master between the two of them.

If this was a vacation that Tseng never had, it was the best one and one he absolutely enjoyed to the fullest (even if it was simply because of Cloud's cells). He had never been this relaxed before, or open, especially throughout his whole career as a Turk. If anything, Tseng felt like he was getting honestly spoiled, horribly so.

And it had only been four days since he had arrived here too.

Vincent blinked as heard a small buzzing sound. It was enough to stir him awake, tugging relentlessly at his consciousness, and carefully retracted his slumbering body from his lovers. He rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up, his mind roused to full alertness. It may have been years since hs worked as a Turk, but some habits were too deeply ingrained to kill off. His red eyes glanced around the room, searching for the device causing the disturbance.

It rang again.

There, in Tseng's forgotten uniform.

Apparently, Cloud had refused to let Tseng wear any parts of his Turk uniform while in his home, instead fitting him into a combination of his and Vincent's wardrobe, dressing the younger male down to look somewhat normal. Tseng hadn't been entirely pleased with the change, but, once settled and used to the newfound sensation, allowed it. Plus, there was some fondness of seeing Tseng in a loose button-up shirt with the top two undone, revealing the pale neck line and shoulders. Something, the Turk started taking advantage of once he had figured it out.

Standing up, Vincent moved towards the forgotten clothes and dug through, finding what he wanted, a PHS, and apparently, an incoming call. He read the name flashing on the screen: Rude.

So a another Turk then, probably calling to check up on Tseng, who had went quiet after arrival. Vincent glanced back towards the sleeping two on bed, the Wutaian curled contentedly against Cloud, whose arms were wrapped around the man's back, tugging closer. It was a cute image. This was the most relaxed he had ever seen Tseng, enough so to not stir awake by a single sound that training otherwise dictated.

Making a decision, Vincent padded out the bedroom door, closing it shut behind him. He only had a pair of loose pants on, the rest of his body bare, revealing a litter of scars all around his upper frame. Shaking his head, he answered the call, still moving further away from the slumbering two. Everyone here had enhanced hearing after all, and a thin piece of wood separating them wasn't going to stop any sounds from getting through.

"Hello?" Vincent had no intention of giving anything away unless he wanted to and a little part of him wanted to see how the current batch of Turks reacted. Things were more chaotic back then where there was no such thing as super abilities, high advance technology, or anything that was now at the current Turks' disposal. At that rough period, all one could rely on was their abilities and mind, using whatever tool they could find to its full potential. It was where people learned a variety of techniques and spell combinations that would put the current materia usage within SOLDIER to shame.

"Who is this?" A rough voice answered from the other side, the sounds of movement still ongoing.

Ah, so Vincent was on speaker phone or was, at least, connected to various other devices to be eavesdropped. They must have known or suspected that if Tseng didn't answer, someone else would, and maybe could pick up what was going on in the background. It was little hidden answers like that that spoke the most.

"No one of importance at this time." Vincent almost smirked, throwing confusion amongst the heavily secreted group. He knew it would itch them all horribly. Seemingly, hanging around Cloud for seven years and getting influenced by his cells got him a little more...chatty. Well, if one could call it that. Perhaps, more open and accepting. "You calling to check up on Tseng?"

Another silence, but Vincent could pick up the sounds of people whispering in the background, and then finally, an answer. "Yes. Where is he?"

Vincent stepped into the kitchen on the first floor, turned on the coffee machine, and let the system warm up. "Still sleeping, I'm afraid. You're welcome to call back in a few hours, though no promises he'll actually answer."

"Yo, Tseng sleeps in? Really? Never thought I'd ever see the day that happened." This time, it wasn't Rude that answered, but someone else in the background, so faint that it was barely picked up by the phone. The man had probably been whispering to someone beside him. Still, Vincent heard it as clear as day.

"Probably because he doesn't have to actually work at this time." Vincent was smiling crookedly. He had picked up some minor flashes of memories of the current members and the frustration Tseng sometimes felt when handling them through their connection. Honestly, some of the Turks acted more like children, even though they were professional assassins. Of course, Vincent wasn't foolish to underestimate any of them.

"Oh, shit! He heard me."

There was some minor bickering in the background, enough time for Vincent to get the coffee machine going, earning himself his first cup for the morning. The strong delightful scent and caffeine had him fully awake, his beasts stirring within his chest, and the heat emitted from the liquid warmed his stomach as he drank. He slinked to the dining table, crossing his legs underneath.

"How is Markus these days?" An old Turk friend Vincent hadn't been able to find during his research in ShinRa. Only a few members of the current Turks were at headquarters, which meant that the others were on covert missions. However, he couldn't find any information regarding his old comrades except for one.

There was another pause, this time the original man speaking up. "Who?"

Vincent sighed, "Never mind. What about Velvet? Or Rose?" There was another telling silence, but Vincent suspected it was because none of the current members knew about those long ago. So, it was a lost cause. Most of the older members had either disappeared or died along the way. All the members now in the Turks diversion came long after his disappearance and the life span for the Turks weren't considered lengthy by any long shot.

"Hmm, how about Veld? I heard he's the current Director."

It was then a gruff voice spoke up, one that Vincent hadn't physically heard for years. "How do you know those names? Who are you?"

The ex-Turk smirked, unable to help himself. "You don't recognize my voice?"

"Don't play games with me. Who are you?"

"Perhaps this might jog your memory, Veld. You owe me a five hundred gil for that bet we made long ago regarding so-and-so from the public relations department." There was a long following silence, which Vincent took advantage of by sipping his coffee. It was almost like he could hear the gears turning in Veld's brain over the phone.

"Vincent, you son of a bitch! You're alive!" There was a crash, like a mug had been slammed against a table. It was followed by a couple of yelps in the background, a few 'hey' and 'watch it, Boss'. "I knew there was no way in hell you would have just died and disappeared like that. You're too strong and smart for something like that."

"Technically, I did die. Hojo shot me at point blank range."

"Then..."

"This is Hojo we're talking about. You know how it was in the past."

Veld huffed, "I see. You unwillingly became one of his experiments. What of the others?"

"Rena and Blade both died, not before I heard their screams as Hojo tore them open. I was paralyzed, all I could do was watch and listen as they were tortured to death."

"Fuck..." Veld muttered before realizing something. "Then, Hojo's assassination..."

Vincent snorted, taking another sip of his coffee. Speaking to Veld was bringing back old memories he didn't want. It brought back the rage and agony he had managed to bury away after all these years. It was then that he felt a comforting presence in the back of his mind, belonging to Cloud himself, reassuring and easing his anger to a bare minimum. "We're Turks, Veld. We don't forget nor forgive that easily. Since I'm considered dead, the rules no longer apply to me. I can do whatever I want."

"So you choose to side with Jenova?"

"Cloud actually." It was frustrating to hear people continue to call his lover by that retched name. It kept him constantly connected to Hojo and SOLDIER, and that was something they both hated. "He's the one that brought me back. And don't worry about Tseng, Cloud is an incredibly kind person."

"Not sure if I can take your word for it. You did disobey protocol."

Vincent almost wanted to chuckle, his mind sensing the flutter of movement upstairs. "You'll just have to. Goodbye, Veld. We'll see each other sooner or later." With that, he hung up, placing the phone down onto the counter. It was nice to hear an old friend's voice, even if they were suspicious of him. Regardless, he was absolutely certain that no harm would ever come to Tseng. Cloud really is too kind for a supposed planet-destroying alien and when comparing masters between ShinRa and him, Vincent knew he had the better deal.

Right now, he had two drowsy individuals slowly rising from their slumber, their minds searching for him due to his lack of presence in bed. Draining the last bit of his coffee, Vincent poured two more cups, heading back up to his lovers.

Veld stared down at the phone, unable to bring himself to look away. It had been twenty plus years since he heard of his old friend and partner. So long and to think he had been hiding right under his nose. Veld had originally suspected Vincent had been in Hojo's loving care throughout the time Sephiroth had been raised in the labs in Nibelheim, considering the rotting man of a scientist had been the one to write said report of the MIA. Right there and yet, Veld had never bothered even when he should have.

Shaking his head, the Turk Director spun around to peer at the others in the room. It hadn't been his intention to have all the Turks listen in to the conversation with Vincent, considering they were hoping to have Tseng pick up. But, well, at least this took care of this so called roommate that had been staying with Cloud. There was no way any of the current Turks, even Veld himself, would have been able to locate the crafty male for his identity. It made sense.

"Boss?" Rude spoke up, carefully disconnecting his phone from the listening device, and pocketed it back into his jacket.

Reno, of course, followed it up. "Yo, who's this Vincent guy? You know him, Boss?"

"Vincent Valentine, code name Cerberus, is the best sharpshooter that has ever existed in the Turks and still is even now. His skills with a large variety of guns, molding them to his specific design, were unmatched. Extremely smart and cunning too. Reserved man, kept mostly to himself, but nothing ever got passed him. Even if we had known that he was coming after Professor Hojo's head, I doubt any of us would have been able to stop him. If he wanted something done, he was tenacious enough to complete it to his last breath." Veld snorted, spinning around to lean against the desk top. The rest of the Turks were staring at him curiously, most likely never having heard about their previous decreased comrades. "Though I doubt any one of us would have the heart to stop him if the truth of what occurred went out. We'd all look the other way as he went by. That's not including whatever abilities he now has up his sleeves since this is Hojo we're talking about."

"And what of Tseng?" This time, it was Shotgun.

Veld smirked, confident and amused all in one. He may not have revealed any trust to Vincent over the phone, trying to keep the other in dark, but it was pointless. They both knew it. "Once a Turk, always a Turk, even when you retire. Vincent will look out for him. His priorities might not be the same as ours anymore, but that man always had a soft spot for younger recruits. That and our profile of Cloud Strife has never been anything malicious. It's not the best, but it'll have to do." The Director glanced at Rude once more, giving him a nod. "Try to call Tseng again later."

"Understood, sir."

Veld maneuvered towards his office, needing to update some of his files now that things have been changed. As he went by, he couldn't help but mutter, "Well, at least I know what happened to the operatives that were assigned to Hojo afterwards." His office door closed behind him, leaving the rest of the department in silence, as they glanced amongst each other curiously. Katana was at his computer, pulling up information on Vincent's old profile, and automatically sent it off to everyone's emails. A few looked at the information, eyebrows rising up when examining Vincent's past scores and old mission records.

Back then, Vincent had been a terrifying Turk. There was no telling how he is now.

Elena, the newest member of the Turks, scooted closer towards Reno on her chair. She reached over, tugging at his sleeve, grabbing his attention. "Hey, Reno, who's this Hojo character?"

"Shit, you don't know?" Reno's green eyes were wide, pushing his chair closer to Elena. "He's the once Head of the Science Department five years ago. Fucking crazy that one. He's the reason why none of us Turks uses ShinRa's offered medical facilities. Professor Hojo was completely immoral, absolutely deviant. If he found any use in your body, he would turn you into an experiment. You would just disappear. Didn't matter if you were a Turk or a SOLDIER. You were just 'gone'!"

A few Turks, who had been here before Hojo's not-so-tragic assassination, nodded in agreement, offering their own horrified opinion on the man.

Hojo's death had been a blessing in disguise. The Science Department, without the lunatic in charge, had shifted. That same brilliance was never seen again, even when Hollander had been at the head. Hojo, who buried all the secrets to his success deep within his brain, never allowed anyone to know his special procedures and slowly, the SOLDIERs suffered in numbers from the lack of recruitments. It didn't help that Cloud was no longer in his containment cell where Hojo could freely harvest his material, where Hojo could use it to taint the mako injections to give SOLDIERs their abilities. All ShinRa had left was a theory and the leftovers of Hojo's various experiments to continue. It was enough to add people in, but not enough to last forever and it wouldn't be long before ShinRa would no longer be able to craft SOLDIERs.

Then Genesis' desertion came up and SOLDIERs rapidly began to fall apart.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did Cloud give to you?" Tseng settled onto the couch, head resting on Vincent's shoulder. He had gotten up early to help Cloud with the upkeep of the chocobos and it was getting close to the afternoon when they had finished. The Turk had eventually wandered back into the house, covered in sweat and utterly exhausted, and just simply collapsed into the soft couch. Vincent, who had been reading some book with a title Tseng only could make half of, had been at the very edge of the same couch and glanced up curiously in return. Tseng, of course, seeing Vincent there, made himself at home on the ex-Turk's shoulder. He paid no mind to the metal arm. Instead, he rotated it around, messing with the hinges carefully as he stroked the underlying muscles within.

"Give me?" Vincent's red eyes vanished for a moment when he blinked, tilting his head slightly as he voiced the question. His headband was gone, letting his dark hair fall over his shoulders and forehead. He paid no mind to Tseng's current state or the fact that Cloud was still outside, hanging out with his chocobos by feeding them treats.

Tseng nodded against the shoulder. "Yes, give you. Cloud gave me freedom."

Vincent hummed, "Ah, now I see what you mean." Leaning back against the couch, he tilted his head towards the ceiling. "Control. He gave me control."

"Control?" Now that was curious, Tseng thought. He hadn't expected a Turk, well, ex-Turk, would want control of all things.

"Yes, control. After dying, I lost control of everything, my life, my body, even my own mind. Cloud...gave it back to me and more."

Ah, now that made sense. Tseng had already been told about Vincent's history, given to him by Cloud with permission of the ex-Turk himself. Falling in love only to be betrayed, killed by Hojo, and then played with as an experiment in the aftermath. Everything had just...fallen away and playing catch up had been impossible. So Vincent had fallen into depression and imposed a self-isolation from the rest of the world, scared of himself from going berserk.

"Cloud also gave me a purpose." Vincent closed his book, placing it into his lap. "Despite being an ex-Turk, I needed something to do. I needed someone to follow. I couldn't just...wander for all eternally. It's not good for someone like me, for people like us. My instincts and training dictated otherwise."

Tseng closed his eyes. A Turk's life never ended until they took their last breath and some things would just never leave despite wanting to so badly finish.

"And considering I can't age, I would eventually be left behind. Being with Cloud, at least, lets me know I'll never be alone."

Immorality. Something everyone wanted, but once received, despised it. To watch all those that one came to care for, to love, wither and die was the most painful of them all. And one couldn't even join them in death unless they took their own life. Turks may be willing to die for a purpose, but they weren't cowards.

Tseng quietly sighed, carefully pulling away from the other. Vincent may be a quiet, aloof, individual, but when he loved, he loved with all his heart. Swinging his left leg across Vincent's lap, shoving the book aside and burying it into the crevice of the couch, Tseng straddled the immortal. He had Vincent's complete attention, those red eyes resting on his face, and Tseng smiled tenderly before leaning in for a kiss. Soft and gentle, hands rising up Vincent's chest almost teasingly. Tseng's right went up along the neck, resting at the center, and massaged soothingly into the cool skin, feeling his newfound lover slowly relax into his touches. He hadn't meant for things to go into such a depressing topic and he could just feel the sadness radiating off Vincent's mind.

The Turk chuckled, "You need a distraction and I need to take a shower. I know a perfect way to take care of both our needs and more." Retracting away from the warmth of Vincent's body, Tseng stood up and reached out, pulling the other up with him. There was still some hesitation on Vincent's side, sometimes unsure of his relationship with Tseng, something Tseng felt time to time through their connection. The Wutaian almost wanted to smirk. Taking Vincent's hand, Tseng tugged the other along. "Come. We're going upstairs."

That was all it took for Vincent to willingly trail behind.

Outside, Cloud just smiled, able to sense the two in the background, and tossed a carrot into the air for his chocobos to catch. It was turning out to be such a pleasant day indeed.

Cloud hummed. Looks like his supplies regarding food, for his chocobos, himself, and his roommates, was quickly diminishing. At least the feed for the birds still had plenty, enough to last another month or so, but snacks just had a single bag left. Best to head into town soon and it was already his usual outing day. Normally, he didn't require much, neither did Vincent, but sitting down to eat breakfast and dinner with Tseng had become standard. It was quite unpleasant to eat alone.

Making his decision, the blond rounded the corner to the living room where Tseng was settled on the couch, browsing through the news channels with Vincent curled up beside him, his head in Tseng's lap. The Turk's hands were threading through the long black locks while looking for updates from Midgar and the rest of the world. It wasn't like how it would be in his office, in his own environment, but it was better than nothing. ShinRa, obviously, never mentioned the clones or the missing red-clad Commander to the rest of the world, keeping that information within their grounds. Actually, both Commanders were now gone from his last call with Veld, Angeal disappearing with Genesis.

Cloud didn't find it surprising, considering the way his cells interacted with each other so one, who is strong enough, could pull enough influence over the other. It wouldn't work with his two lovers, however. Theirs are too stable and tightly-bounded to be touched by anyone else but himself. The reverse, on the other hand, could occur.

Cloud called out from the kitchen as he made his way into the living room, "Tseng, do you want to go to the store with me?"

The Turk spun around, careful of Vincent on his lap. "The store?"

"Yeah, the fridge and cabinets are starting to look a little empty."

"Okay, yeah, sure, I'll go. What about you, Vincent? Do you want to come?"

Cloud stared at the Turk questionably and then looked at Vincent, who was dressed in his usual red and black clothes. Tseng followed the gaze and stared as well.

Ah, Vincent pretty much stood out...entirely. In a place like Kalm, eyes would no doubt wander towards his direction automatically. There was just no hiding him.

"I don't mind you joining us, Vincent. I know I make you every now and then." Cloud answered, receiving a huff from the half-dead immortal. Vincent shook his head, too comfortable to go anywhere. "Alright then. Let me know if you change your mind." The blond then turned his attention back to the Wutaian. "Just a note, Tseng, Vincent hates all the attention he gets whenever he goes into town, not from us, but from outsiders. If he goes, all eyes just tend to drift towards him. It doesn't help that sometimes you Turks are stationed out there watching."

Ah, Tseng thought, that sounds about right. Vincent, though hated public appearances, didn't know how to blend in with his regular clothes, despite being an ex-Turk. It was two inconsistencies meshed into one. It didn't help that Vincent had a charm amongst his physical looks. Turning his attention back to the blond, Tseng spoke. "So I make a better choice."

"Kinda, but I also wanted to pick up some items that you enjoy as well." Cloud noticed the flickering confusion that went through Tseng's mind and continued. "Like clothes and food. You can't always be wearing one of ours. You need some of your own. And for food, if you have any preferences, it'll be easier if you're there to pick it out."

"Oh..." Tseng hadn't thought of that, had never minded it at all. He honestly enjoyed wearing his lovers' clothes, surrounded by their warmth and scent. Still, the offer was actually quite considerate. "Well, when do you want to head out?"

"Anytime you're ready. No hurry."

Tseng nodded, glancing back the television. "Let me finish this program and we can go. It had roughly thirteen minutes left."

"No problem." Cloud wandered back into the kitchen, quickly making a list of supplies so he could be ready. He heard Vincent purr contentedly from the other room, just barely over the newscaster, and just smiled in amusement.

Tseng had most definitely been a good inclusion, getting Vincent to open up more to other people than just him. And if Cloud thought the two looked cute together all curled up on the couch, he wasn't going to mention it out loud.

Despite the regular updates from Tseng, it didn't mean the Turks weren't going to stop watching over Cloud from the edges of the world, and considering it was their target's usual grocery day into town, Veld had two Turks stationed to report Tseng's current status. The PHS calls didn't reveal if Tseng was being treated correctly, and though neither of them suspected that Cloud would actually do such a retched thing, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Still, when Cloud came into town in his truck with Tseng in the passenger seat, the two Turks were surprised.

"Holy shit! Is that Tseng?"

"Fucking Ifrit balls, it is." Rod had to rub his eyes twice to make sure what he was seeing accurately. Nope, Tseng and Cloud were still there, getting out of the truck, chattering it up like they were old friends. It was strange to see their Second-in-Command out of standard uniform, and with his hair down too.

Shot Gun punched Rod in the shoulder, rapidly, as if she was trying to get his attention. "And look, he's smiling too! He...He looks so-"

"Normal and happy."

"And it's only been a little over a week..."

The two Turks peered at each other out of confusion and shock, unsure on where to settle on their emotions. It was just so unheard of, seeing Tseng of all people like this. They couldn't tell if Cloud had done good or harm, but between the two of them, they settled on the first. In their dangerous line of work, such happiness was exceedingly rare.

"Holy shit! Look, Freyra, he's laughing too!" In his little revenge, Rod shook his current partner wildly, knowing she would hate that.

Shot Gun currently didn't care, unable to keep her eyes away from Tseng. It was just memorizing to see the man they all looked up to act completely different outside of work. He really appeared content. If Cloud was really some evil alien that was hell-bent on destroying the world, he sure wasn't doing a good job.

Just as the two Turks whispered a few more words to each other, Cloud and Tseng's eyes unexpectedly snapped towards their direction. It was like all four of their eyes met all at once.

"O-Oh shit, they spotted us!" Rod unconsciously backed away, dropping down behind the crate they were using for cover.

"Whaaat? That's impossible! We're not even in view and we're like a mile away!"

"Well, Cloud is waving at our direction and, oh dear lord, Tseng is giving us that look with his eyes. That I-see-you-and-you-are-both-in-so-much-trouble look."

"What type of look is that, Alvis?"

"A look I'm a little too intimately familiar with."

"Get in trouble a lot?"

"Shut up." Rod decided to take a bite at this strange situation and waved back, barely able to hide the fear in his eyes. Cloud, in the distance, laughed and spoke something to Tseng, who just rolled his eyes, spinning around walking further away. As the Second-in-Command slipped into the grocery store, the alien gave another wave before following.

A few moments passed as the two Turks tried to assert that particular scene into their memory. It wasn't hard considering how shocking it was to them. They weren't even sure on how to report this back to the boss, considering how outlandish it seemed when compared to their current knowledge regarding Tseng.

There was suddenly a beep that came from Rod's PHS and the two Turks glanced at each other in confusion. A message? Here? Now? Still, Rod reached into his back pocket and pulled the device out. It was a text message...from Tseng himself. "Oh, this can't be good."

Freyra and Rod swallowed nervously as he flipped the PHS open, revealing the contents of said message.

"You're both heading in for retraining upon your return to base. In particular, covert missions. You stood out too easily and could be heard over the other noises in town. I've already sent the message to the Director and he has agreed."

"No way..." Neither of the two was sure about who exactly said that, but it didn't matter. At that moment, they both wanted to cry.

There had been another phone call, this time Cloud being the one to pick it up. Tseng and Vincent were a little too busy on the bed to notice or even care. They focused solely on each other, pushing and searching for pleasure.

"Tseng's phone." Cloud automatically answered, his eyes never drifting away from the two males on the bed, not even to look at the screen of the phone to see who was calling. The Turk couldn't even make a retort against Cloud answering his device, burying his face into the pillow to keep himself from moaning loudly with his ass in the air as Vincent took him over and over again. Tseng was slowly becoming a fumbling mess on the bed sheets, the other carefully undoing him through simple touches, and clawed at the pillow viciously for leverage. For Cloud, it was quite pleasing to just watch from the sidelines.

There was a resulting silence, enough that Cloud pulled the phone back to make sure the other hadn't hung up on him. It was then that he finally took a notice of the caller ID: Rufus Shinra. Oh, the President's son and heir to the company. What small wonders.

Cloud placed the phone back against his ear, eyebrow raised as he called out again. "Hello? Anyone there?"

"Who is this?" Finally, an answer. The voice was commanding, but young. Cloud estimated Rufus to be about very late teens or early twenties. "Where's Tseng? I need to speak to him."

"Busy, I'm afraid. Details are with Veld if you must know." The blond had to reach over to stop Vincent from automatically pulling Tseng's ponytail to expose the muffled cries and curve his back, considering the Wutaian had a thing for such actions. Luckily, the current sounds were quiet enough not to be heard over the phone. Cloud decided to not chance it though, wanting to keep Tseng's dignity, and left the bedroom, but not before seeing Tseng's legs buckle underneath him, Vincent's grip being the only thing holding him upright. Such a shame too, he so badly wanted to join in.

Well, no matter, first things first.

There was another silence on the other side before Rufus answered. It was like he was calculating something in the background. "I did. Veld refused to tell me, which is why I'm calling."

"Well, if you need something from Tseng, I'll pass along the message."

"No, this is private. And you still haven't told me who you are."

Cloud hummed, covering the speaker momentarily as Tseng cursed at Vincent, still heading down the stairs to put a safe enough distance between them. "I'm afraid that's Turk business, but if you must know, my name is Cloud."

"Cloud..."

"Yep, and if you need to speak to Tseng, call back in like two or three hours, though no promises he'll answer. I'll let him know you called, Rufus." There was another pause, Cloud suspecting it was because he bluntly spoke the Vice President's name without adding anything else, and the blond didn't particularly care. "That is your name, right? Rufus? I saw it on the caller I.D. Unless, of course, this isn't Rufus, but someone who is borrowing his phone to make this call."

There was 'tch' on the other side, Cloud having succeeded in annoying the Vice President. "Yes, that's my name."

"You just never heard someone talk to you without some form of respect. If you're looking to get it from me, I'm afraid that's not going to happen." The alien chuckled, knowing very well he was irritating the other. "If you were the President, I'd probably curse you out and hang up."

"So you have some grievances with the ShinRa Corporation. That's nothing new." There was a snort from the other side. It was true. Thousands hated the company. It was practically old news at this point.

"Obviously not. Well, have a somewhat not-a-good day, Rufus Shinra." Cloud hung up, not letting the other reply back to his scalding comment. He placed the phone on the kitchen counter, just in case Rufus decided to call back for a fight, and quickly made his way back up the stairs.

Depending on Vincent or Tseng's stamina, one of them could handle another round, though he suspected the first to be more willing. Cloud decided that they had been spoiling Tseng a little too much recently. Perhaps it was time to let Vincent have a turn. Smirking at the idea, he slipped back into the bedroom.

Hours later, when all three of them felt completely sated, Cloud mentioned about the phone call.

"Ah, Rufus." Tseng muttered, hazily staring up at the ceiling. "He likes to toy with the Turks, myself and Reno in particular. We're apparently his favorites. I'll call back later to hear what he wanted."

"Heads up, I might have irritated him a little during the call."

"Is that so?" Tseng didn't particularly care, burying his face against the crook of Cloud's neck. He was sleepy, pleasantly sore and content with his position. Vincent was wrapped around his back, pressing up against him. "That's alright. I'll deal with it later."

Cloud huffed, "He sounds like a cocky brat."

"A brat that has power, intelligence, ruthlessness, and the skills to back it up."

The blond hummed, "Send him my way. I'll teach him a few things."

"I'm certain you would." Tseng couldn't help but chuckle, already imagining those two fighting. It would be quite the sight to envision.

Vincent snorted, having seen those mental images though their connection. "At this rate, he'll do more than that."

"Hey!"

"Please don't, Cloud. That might not work out too well for any of us."

The blond huffed, grumbling words under his breath as he pulled away from his lovers, and rolled away. Both Tseng and Vincent chuckled amusingly from behind, forcing their shared lover to spin back to face them. They purposefully let their hands slide over Cloud's body, knowing very well it would gather a reaction, unable to stop themselves.

Tseng never got to that callback, too distracted to remember.

The last and final phone call had Tseng pulling away from his time off, taking one look at the caller ID before straightening his body. It was his boss. If he was calling, then something must have happened, but what? Taking a deep breath and releasing, he gathered himself back together into a professional stance and pressed the answer button on the device.

"This is Tseng."

"Tseng, its Veld. How are you?"

The Turk shrugged his shoulders, knowing Veld wouldn't be able to see. Vincent and Cloud were downstairs in the kitchen, trying to organize their supplies once more and failing. "I'm fine. Is there something wrong, sir?"

A heavy sigh came from the other side. "I'm afraid so. I know Cloud wanted you to stay there at least two weeks, but I must ask you to come back early. Something came up. There's been more clone sightings and a lead that Genesis and Angeal might have passed through Mideel, in particular Banora. I'm about to send out two operatives out tomorrow to investigate."

Tseng listened, straightening up in his seat. "That is good news."

"Yes, well, because of everything that has been going on, the Turks are too spread out. I need you to return to at least man certain jobs. I don't want the Turks heading anywhere alone at this point. It's not safe anymore. There's been too many jumps and leaks. Apparently, there are moles in the remaining SOLDIERs and troopers because of the Desertion, too many for us to actually investigate thoroughly."

That wasn't good. That left most of ShinRa's military force crippled. It was a good thing the war with Wutai had already ended or they would be in trouble. There was no way they would have been able to continue any of this inner fighting and take on a war at the same time. It would was destroyed ShinRa.

Tseng, though was reluctant to leave Cloud and Vincent's side, knew he needed to return eventually and now, time was critical. He needed to go back. "When's the earliest you can pick me up?"

"So you've already made your decision?"

"I'll deal with Cloud, but I doubt he'll be too upset. There's only two days left into his demand. Both he and Vincent know my position too." Hopefully, but the two were considerate and understanding.

"Alright, then I'll send someone today in the late afternoon. Reno is currently using the chopper for two other groups and won't be finished until then."

"Alright, I'll get ready."

"By the way, you shouldn't let Cloud or Vincent answer your phone anymore, not that it'll be an issue once you return. Rufus Shinra wasn't very...pleased with his conversation with Cloud." Veld was holding back a smile despite the nature of his words. "He sounded like he was one step away from ranting. You also didn't call him back."

Tseng's lips twitched. "I got distracted."

"He demanded to know exactly who this 'Cloud' was and why it was Turk business only. He might be brilliant, but he's still young."

Cloud was only known to the Turks, not even the President could get information regarding him unless they wished to give it away, much like Aerith's obvious location in the slums. And considering the alien had helped save Tseng from certain death, all the Turks in the department were more than willing to keep Cloud a secret in return, especially now that their Second-in-Command was connected.

As Tseng exchanged a few more words with Veld, he hung up, glancing towards the end of the hallway. He was already pondering over his words with his two lovers, knowing this wasn't going to be pleasant. He didn't want to leave, but knew he had to, his duty to ShinRa, to the Turks, calling him back.

As expected, Cloud most definitely wasn't pleased when he heard the news, but he reluctantly allowed Tseng to go, knowing it was for the best. Of course, he made Tseng promise to call with updates and to return back if he started to feel abnormal. Vincent, gathering the new information from Tseng, considered heading back out onto the field to search for the now two missing SOLDIERs like he had originally planned before his distraction with their newfound connection.

All in all, there weren't any particular issues.

Tseng left later that day.