Back in Black

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings therein from Final Fantasy VII. They are the sole creative property of SquareEnix. I do not make any profit from this endeavor. I do however own my insanity and perversity and I will gain carpel tunnel one of these days.

Title: Back in Black

Warnings: Yaoi… That be man on man lovings… *checking* Yep definitely still a good time had by all! OCC-ness?, AU-ish, language.

Pairing: Vincent/Tseng or Tseng/Vincent

Summary: Back in the Turks, what is it that Vincent is after, to compromise the Director's position or to get The Director in a compromising position?

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Back in Black

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Back in black, I hit the sack

I've been too long I'm glad to be back

Yes, I'm let loose from the noose

That's kept me hanging about

I've been looking at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high

Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

I got nine lives; cat's eyes

Abusin' every one of them and running wild

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When the resounding thud shattered Vincent's moment of quiet meditation, he raised his head up with an arrogantly arched brow to see who dared to disturb him.

"Tseng," Vincent nodded in what could be construed as a greeting.

"Valentine. You are to fill out these documents and have them notarized by," Tseng paused to look at his watch, "twenty minutes ago."

"These are… new hire forms?" Vincent looked up at Tseng and stared the Director down.

"Standard procedure I assure you," the Wutain murmured.

"What happened to my original files?"

"You have a problem with signing papers?" Tseng calmly asked, ignoring the gunner's question. To say that he was not part of Vincent's 'Welcome Back' cheering squad would be an understatement. If there was anyone in the world that was a threat to Tseng's position as Director of the Turks, it was this man.

Granted, Tseng did have more sway when it came to the President. Tseng had been with Rufus since the blonde was in his mid-teens. Their relationship had crossed the gray area of Employer/Employee into close friendship over the years. Rufus knew where Tseng's loyalties laid.

Vincent's, on the other hand was still an enigma to everyone. Even those that considered themselves to be friends with the undead man didn't know very much about the sharpshooter.

"No, I don't. I do however have a problem with being listed as dead when as you can clearly see, I am not."

"That can be arranged," Tseng muttered as he stormed out of the room.

Vincent sat back in his chair with a bemused look on his face. Tseng didn't like him that much was clear, but why?

'It appears that the Wutain does not appreciate your presence, host.' Vincent rolled his eyes as Chaos' 'voice' echoed in his head.

'Thank you, Captain Obvious,' Vincent communicated back. 'Any idea why he hates me so much? I haven't done anything to him personally have I?'

'No, but you want to do something to him personally. I feel your blood rush whenever he nears.'

'Be that as it may, I cannot do anything to him if he cannot bear to be around me,' Vincent mentally sighed. 'I'm not just going to stand here and take this. I must confront him about this, just where is he though?'

'You could always ask the annoying one,' Chaos offered.

"Reno," Vincent murmured aloud as he disregarded the paperwork on his desk and went searching for the Second in Command.

xXx

Vincent found the redhead outside, slouching against his helicopter, enjoying some sunshine before his scheduled flight to Junon.

"Reno," Vincent called out as he approached.

"Hey Vampy," Reno smirked as he watched Vincent stop and glare for a moment before resuming the aloof mask he always wore.

'Easy there, host. We need this one's cooperation,' Chaos soothed.

"Right," Vincent grunted before flicking his jacket. He mentally sighed when he realized his signature cape was missing. It was one of the many compromises he had to make if he wanted to be back in the Turks. Rufus had said that he had no issue with Vincent's choice of dress but Tseng apparently did.

He remembered the day he and Rufus came to a formal agreement that he would work fully for ShinRa again, instead of freelancing out of the WRO. Tseng looked him up and down with a strange look on his face before ignoring Vincent and informing Rufus that one Turk out of uniform was barely tolerable, he would not stand for another one. So here Vincent was, in the new black and white Turk suit but his was made out of leather to accommodate his colder body temperature.

The suit jacket was roomy enough for his golden claw and he was able to retain Cerberus as his personal side arm. All in all, the only thing he truly missed was being able to hide behind the high cowl of his cloak. He missed it most especially when Tseng looked at him, Vincent would feel the blood rush to his face before quickly dissipating and rushing into other areas.

Bringing himself back to the present, Vincent moved in closer to the redhead.

"I need to speak with Tseng, immediately. Where is he?"

"Well, he ain't here," Reno replied before snickering as if the voices in his head told him the world's greatest joke.

"No shit," Vincent answered and was silently pleased at the look of shock on the redhead's face. It amused him to no end to know that the people he had daily contact with really had no idea of his twisted sense of humor or that he taught Cid a few creative curses. The fact that people took him a face value worked in his favor many times since awakening but his gut told him that it was having the opposite effect on Tseng.

"Ah, yeah. Uh well Tseng is out escortin tha President to Kalm. He'll be back lata tonight though," Reno said as he eyed the brunette. "Anything I can help ya with? Ya fittin in smoothly? I mean, there ain't a lot of us like before but, I know I can speak for all of us when I say we were like buggin out yo when Rufus told us, yanno."

Vincent's eyes bored into the redhead's as he tried to understand what was being communicated to him. "Reno, no offense, well no, offense intended. What language are you speaking? Why would you bring out insects?"

"Insects? Huh? Oh! No, dude, like… we were gassed about it… eh? Still don't understand, hm. How many years were ya sleepin for?"

"Approximately thirty, give or take a few months," Vincent frowned. Reno blew out a breath, he couldn't even contemplate sleeping over twenty four hours without having a massive headache from over sleeping, never mind sleeping for three decades… straight.

"Uhm, let me put it this way," the redhead said as he scratched the back of his head. "It's the bee's knees to have ya with us daddy-oh." Vincent stood unmoving and just watched the Second in Command shift uneasily. Chaos was suffering from a fit of laughter in his head at hearing the other Turk's attempt at slang from when Vincent was a teenager.

Feeling a slight twitch develop in his right eye, as Vincent turned away he said to Reno, "I don't know what Cloud could possibly see in you."

"I'm a sexy beast yo!" Reno leered. Vincent turned back and fully faced his superior, crossing his arms across his chest he let the golden talons of his claw tap against his opposing bicep.

"Would you like Galian to be the judge of that?" Vincent didn't wait to hear what Reno could possibly say to that. He smirked to himself as he walked back towards the entrance of the building. He had to confront Tseng about whatever the issue was between them. 'I'll just wait for him,' he thought to himself. 'Excellent plan,' Chaos confirmed.

xXx

Tseng called himself a coward ten times over during his trip to Kalm. He didn't really need to go here, he just had to. There was something about being around Vincent Valentine that unnerved him. He wasn't afraid or apprehensive around the gunman, quite the contrary.

No, it was the way Valentine looked at him. It was a mix between intrigue and hunger. Tseng knew what Valentine was hungry for. His position. Technically if they just reinstated Valentine into the Turks he would be the most senior member and therefore would have a viable claim to being Director.

That was if the Turks still operated by the old by laws that were set up decades ago. Tseng went ahead and destroyed all traces of the old documents and created the department's new "standards of operations and procedures" years ago. But that didn't mean Valentine wouldn't go after the job.

Tseng secretly held our hope that the lingering looks meant something completely different but once again, the Wutain was no one's fool. He knew the stories, about Valentine's doomed love affair with Lucrecia Crescent and the other woman before her. He was shocked to read that Valentine was basically a playboy back in his day and could have given Reno a run for his money. Tseng believed it was easier to be an asshole to the man than anything else, too bad his heart and cock didn't think the same way.

xXx

It was well after normal hours. Rufus was safely ensconced upstairs with Rude serving as night guard. The other Turks were either out on missions or enjoying their night. Tseng quietly made his way into the building and to the Turk floor.

Sighing, Tseng inconspicuously adjusted himself as he walked down the hallway towards his office. Lately, thoughts of the gunner resulted in a slight discomfort in Tseng's nether regions. More and more often, when he closed his eyes, he saw glowing brandy colored eyes staring back at him, strong lips parted slightly all framed by inky black hair and moonlight colored skin. Tseng groaned as he hardened at the thought.

Tseng opened the door to his office, not bothering to flick the light on. He knew the layout of his office like the back of his hand. Tossing his coat onto one of the chairs in front of his desk, he crooked a finger under the knot in his tie, loosening it up.

When he turned suddenly, he came face to face with glowing crimson colored eyes.

"Tseng," Vincent's deep baritone voice rumbled through the stillness of the room. "We need to talk."