War

Vincent arched an eyebrow as he watched Tseng gracefully sit down at the table, effectively putting himself between Vincent and Reeve. His expression changed to that of bemusement when Tseng leaned over and brushed soft lips against his cheek along with a murmured greeting. Tseng was not one to show signs of affection in public; it was that quiet and reserved demeanor that attracted Vincent to begin with. He helped to keep him and his demons in check.

If Tseng was calm, cool and collected than Vincent could remain the same. He guessed the same could be said for Reeve Tuesti, he also displayed a calm persona. It was like the saying his father had first told him years ago, "still waters run deep."

'Wonder just how deep I can get into their waters,' Vincent thought to himself before ducking his face back into the cowl of his cloak. His pale cheeks flushed when he realized the highly inappropriate thought running through his head. But really who could blame him, he mused. Looking over to Tseng who was busy grilling Reeve, Vincent noted that that the Wutain was the embodiment of deadly grace. Pristine and perfect was his outward appearance. Calm and serene mannerisms but could and would slit someone's throat in the blink of an eye. The proverbial bad boy in a good boy's clothing.

Reeve was that all around good boy but Vincent was willing to bet that the man had an inclination to a beast in bed. Something about the engineer just screamed "I like being chained to a wall and whipped!"

The gunner couldn't stop from getting aroused by the vagrant thoughts milling about in his head. He shifted slightly in the chair to get a bit more comfortable and that's when he felt it.

A smooth palm running up his thigh, that was Tseng but there was something else. Vincent scowled a tad as he tried to place what he was feeling, and then it wiggled. Toes. Reeve was running one of his feet up the inside of Vincent's other thigh.

Staring incredulously at both men, Vincent suddenly had a plan forming. It was quite obvious by the posturing that Reeve and Tseng were doing that both men wanted him, well… both men would get him, eventually. Maybe. On his terms, of course.

"So, Tseng, what brings you down here?" Vincent interrupted their on going debate.

"Well, I received your note and was shocked that Reeve would be remiss to not include me in what apparently is a very important WRO meeting," Tseng said pointedly. "I mean that is if he wishes to be continually funded."

The curt remark hit Reeve hard, it was one thing to try and weasel his way into a relationship with Vincent Valentine but for Tseng to hang the financial future of the WRO over his head like that was completely uncalled for. It was better to come clean and fight dirty than to start off with a sullied conscience.

"Now see here Tseng, I may have fibbed a bit to get Vincent out here but it's non of your concern," the engineer angrily retorted.

"Oh but I beg to differ. Vincent is my concern and you'd be wise to remember that," Tseng calmly stated as he wiped invisible crumbs off of the table's surface.

"Now, now boys. There's plenty of me to go around," Vincent chuckled as he quickly pushed his chair back causing Tseng's hand to land on Reeve's sock clad foot. "I see, no one taught you boys to share, maybe I should change that," he teased with a ghost of a smile before practically vanishing into the now crowded bar.

"What the hell?" Tseng muttered.

"It's all your fault, Turk!"

"That's Director to you and how is it my fault? He's mine not yours!"

"Is that so? Wanna bet?"

"Fine."

"Fine!" Reeve shouted as his pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the bar.

The battle lines have been drawn, to the victor go… Vincent Valentine.

A/N: SUMINABITCH! This chapter was a pain in the fuckin' ass to write. The boys were not on speaking terms with me. Reeve may be a bit OCC but pft. Like his normal laid back demeanor is going to win him Vinny Val from Tseng. Sorry for the short chapter but I guarantee I'll be able to beat them into submission for something better next chappy! Turks Honor, yo!