Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Dreams ❯ Chapter 59: A Tale of Two Weddings ( Chapter 59 )

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Chapter 59: A Tale of Two Weddings

Smoke curled up in a grey tendril, hitting the ceiling only to be dispersed by the continuous motion of the fan. More quickly joined, creating a slightly toxic haze at the top of the room, but Reno didn't seem to mind. He continued puffing away at his cigarette, tapping one foot in an aggravated fashion on the ground as he tugged at his already loosened tie. Feh. He hated wearing monkey suits.

At the present moment, he was waiting until the time came for the wedding to begin, and he wasn't alone. His best man Rude was sitting with him, as silent as a rock but just as sturdy. They had ten minutes left; yet, Reno couldn't seem to calm. He didn't know why he was so anxious; he was married already. Perhaps it was because they were affirming it in front of everyone they knew, as if making it completely final. He didn't fear for himself. Reno well knew his own heart. Reeve was his; there was no way around it. He loved Reeve, and he would be damned if he gave up without a fight.

Reno made another round of the carpet, pacing back and forth as he puffed on what was probably his third cigarette in the past twenty minutes.

“I thought you gave up that habit,” Rude commented from where he sat, perfectly relaxed in his chair. What did the bald man have to worry about? He had eloped and had escaped while he had the chance. Reno envied him; seriously, he did. He couldn't even get away with eloping. It wasn't fair.

Aquamarine eyes shifted to glare at his partner as he paused. “I'm getting married for the second time… to the same person in front of everyone we know.” He hesitated, reconsidering the statement. “In front of everyone we like.” There was another pause, another reconsideration, followed by a puff of his cigarette. “Mostly. And not only that, it is a double wedding with a man I can't stand, though his wife is rather lovely.”

Reno winced, immediately picking up the pacing once more. “Did I say lovely?” he questioned rhetorically, shaking his head. “Just allow me this one damn cigarette, yo.”

Dark sunglasses regarded him thoughtfully. “Maybe you need it,” the other man replied slowly, enunciating his words as if he was speaking to a child.

Reno scowled. “Shut up,” he snapped, though it was half-hearted. He took a puff of his cigarette before stalking towards the table and crushing it out in the ashtray, only half finished. “And remember to keep Tseng away from the booze during the reception, yo,” he added for good measure.

Rude waved a hand of dismissal. “How could I forget?” he asked. “Elena's in charge of the preliminary search.”

A scarlet brow rose. “And?” Reno questioned, plopping down on the couch in a graceless fashion, succeeding in wrinkling his already rumpled tux. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Vodka flavored orange juice.” Rude sounded slightly amused.

Reno guffawed. “Damn. He must be desperate.” He rubbed a hand over his face as he considered what Tseng must have been thinking to try and attempt something like that.

Alcohol was certainly not the solution, no matter what it drowned out and helped him to forget or avoid. Reno knew this for a fact. What Tseng was doing was only harming himself in the long run, and for all that the Wutaiian had done to pull Reno out of the slums and into what resembled a good life, it was the least he could to return the favor, even if it meant saving Tseng from himself.

“He really needs to get laid,” the redhead commented into his palm.

Rude laughed softly. “We're working on that.”

”We?”

The bald Turk shook his head. “Oh, no, you can't keep a secret to save your life. In that, you are just as bad as Elena.” He paused in thought. “Who, my sources say, we no longer have to worry about.” He remembered distinctly a scene from a few days previous that he would have rather not walked in on, though Aeris seemed particularly inclined to stay. The woman was far too mischievous for her own good, and he'd had to encourage her to move along.

Reno's eyes widened as he tilted forward, booted feet slamming into the carpet as his mouth dropped in surprise. “No shit? Elena? Who is it?”

But Rude chose that moment to clam up, acting his usual stoic self and not speaking another word. He merely sat back in his chair, hands folded across his lap as he gave his partner a look that may have resembled a smirk.

“Ah, come on, yo,” Reno cajoled. “You can't keep me in the dark here. Who was Elena bonking?”

His query was met with silence as Rude attempted to keep a straight face, inwardly laughing at the pleading look on the gossip-whore's, aka Reno's, face. He knew that the redhead would aggravate him to no end until he revealed what he knew, but for the moment, it was worth it. At least, he was no longer chain-smoking and worrying himself over inconsequential things.

“Rude!”

The older Turk smiled inwardly and sat back. Only a few more minutes until the wedding began.

- - -

On the other side of the church and in a remarkably similar room, Reno's groom was already prepared for the ceremony, waiting patiently for it to begin. With him were his sister and Archer, Tseng having somehow managed to weasel his way out of being best man, not that Reeve minded. He was a good friend with Archer as well. However, Reeve seemed to be handling the situation much better than his counterpart.

Amethyst eyes regarded the President. “You're surprisingly calm.”

Reeve shrugged from his position in front of the mirror. “We're already married; what is there to be worried about? This is merely for Elena and Aeris' benefit. We can't mess this up.” He paused, fidgeting with his tie as he considered his husband, knowing well Reno's personality. “Unless Reno suddenly burns this place down in a nervous fit of smoking.”

Archer laughed. “That's a distinct possibility,” he commented, clearly amused. He considered his words, pursing his lips. “On second thought,” he added, rising to his feet. “Perhaps I should go check.” He ran a hand through his hair as he opened the door and stepped outside, feet carrying him away to the sound of the siblings laughing.

Reeve fidgeted with his tie again, convinced that the item was not straight no matter how many times he would fix it. Behind him, Reis sighed and stood, coming to her brother's side. She forced him to turn and face her, hands reaching out and fixing it for him.

“Pretending to be calm as usual,” she teased, sparkling amber eyes a mirror to his own. She patted his tie fondly before stepping back, allowing him to check her work.

Her brother shook his head, smoothing down the wrinkles in his suit jacket with hands that were /not/ slightly shaking. “It's not that big of a deal,” he responded. “I've already made my decision; nothing is going to change that.”

Reis smiled, regarding her sibling fondly. “You really love him.” There was a strange wistfulness to her tone, as if she desired a love like theirs for herself. “Mother and father are just going to have to accept that.”

Reeve nodded. “Either way, I'm not going to abandon him. I'm all he's got.” It was true, he reminded himself, internally remembering their argument and discussion a couple nights previous. He loved Reno; there was no doubt of that in his mind. And for all that the redhead had suffered in his life, if there was one thing he deserved, it was having someone to love him.

Understanding filled Reis' features. She sat back to admire the handsome picture her elder brother made, a sudden thought occurring to her. It was actually a topic she had been considering but hadn't had the chance to bring up just yet. Now was as good as time as any, especially with the rumors of a battle coming up. Reeve had not yet explained everything to her, but Reis was astute. She knew something was going on, just not what. Besides that, she had a question for her dear brother.

“Have you and Reno talked about… children yet, Reeve?” she questioned softly, eyes searching his face. “I know you have always wanted them.” It was a sore point that their mother had latched onto, attempting to use against him in order to end his relationship. Reis had severely chastised her for that, not that it had done any good. The woman was still firm in her belief Reeve belonged with a high society woman and not a low-class scoundrel like Reno, as Mrs. Tuesti had referred him.

Parents.

Reis scoffed internally. Sometimes, they couldn't see the happiness of their children beyond the path they had already selected, and she could understand Reeve's position. She didn't much like the man they hoped for her to marry either. He was young but acted thirty years older and was way too stuffy for her tastes. She wanted a little adventure, a little wit… and hell, a bit of a challenge. She doubted she would find that in another doctor.

Next to her, Reeve shrugged, redirecting her attention to him and the previously asked query. “Some. There just hasn't been a good time lately,” he responded, brushing non-existent fuzz off. There was a tell-tale hitch to his voice, one that she immediately latched onto but didn't comment on. Whatever it was had been long handled but still hurt to think of.

She took a breath, prepared to be rebuffed with her next statement. She brushed off her brother's shoulders, smoothing down the fabric of his arms.

“You know,” she suggested. “I could surrogate for you guys.”

His eyes widened. “Reis--"

But she cut him off before he could refuse. “It's just out there, Reeve, as an offer,” she responded softly, catching his gaze in the mirror. “Just in case you do decide in the future.”

He shook his head. “I can't ask you that.”

She rolled her eyes. “You're not asking. I'm offering.” Reis slapped his head playfully as she stepped back. “There's a difference, big brother.”

He beamed as he turned around, pulling his younger sister into a warm sibling embrace. “Thanks,” he replied gruffly, swallowing down tears that were far too sentimental.

Reis grinned, returning the hug fiercely. “No problem.”

A knock at the door interrupted before Archer stuck his head in, grinning like a fool. “You were half right anyways,” he claimed in reference to their earlier conversation. “But that's beside the point. It's time.”

Reis nudged her brother with her shoulder. “You ready?” she questioned.

Reeve nodded, a strong emotion shining in his amber eyes. “Of course.”

- - -

Meanwhile, out in the foyer of the church, the wedding guests were slowly trickling in, having waited until the last minute to arrive. It had been a busy day for everyone between preparing for the battle to come and setting aside time for the ceremony. Music was playing, setting the mood for the occasion with its sappy melodies and even sappier words, and Elena fought the urge to grimace. She wasn't the type for romance to that degree. Beside her, Tseng groaned as well, rubbing his forehead with a finger. He was probably wishing she hadn't found the alcohol.

Deciding to be mischievous and hoping to drown out the strains of romantic melodies, she turned to her boss. “So,” she began slowly, capturing his attention. “What's this I hear about hair-braiding and tea parties?” A grin crept onto her features as she ran a hand through her hair.

Tseng put a hand on his face, covering up his expression so that she couldn't see the mortification. “Let me guess,” he replied with a barely restrained sigh, “Rude?”

Elena shook her head. “No, it was actually Aeris, Shera, Zack and, surprisingly, Cloud. He was very concerned.” She paused, tilting her head to the side and regarding him an amused expression. Clearly, they had all been worried about her Commander, though Zack found it entertaining more than anything else. Aeris thought it humorous as well, regaling her with enough stories to embarrass her boss for a lifetime if she so desired. But no, she had other plans for her Commander.

They distinctly involved him getting laid, not by some random slum drunk either. He deserved much better than that. No, Elena had someone else in mind, someone that she knew Tseng had lusted after for quite a while. It was obvious to someone who had learned how to read her stoic Commander as she had. Every time Tseng looked at the man, there was such barely concealed hunger on his face that she had to rein in her giggles. He was so easy to read if one had the guidebook.

Speaking of which, it reminded her of one other thing that she had been informed of, but not by Rude. This little birdie had been Reno, and he was not pleased.

“I had been told some other things, too,” she added in, eyeing him.

The black-gloved hand came down, silver eyes meeting hers. “It was a set-up, I'm sure.”

She frowned. “I thought you said you weren't going to do it anymore,” Elena commented, initiating the guilt trip.

He waved a hand of dismissal, gaze shifting away from hers to study those milling about in the foyer, some he did not recognize. They were probably people from Barret's hometown or something.

He waved the thought aside internally. It wasn't important.

However, he did recognize the next two men to enter. Who could mistake those eyes… for either male for that matter?

“I already got the lecture from Rude and Reno, but thank you, Elena,” Tseng responded, diverting his attention back towards his subordinate, lest he was caught staring. She would tease him relentlessly.

Honestly, he knew they cared, but sometimes, he couldn't help but wish they didn't bother. At least then, he would be free to drown out the voices however he saw fit. They knew now why he chose to do such things, but still, they tried to stop him. It was aggravating.

Elena's frown deepened as she fixed him with one of her penetrating stares, folding her arms over her chest. “I don't see why it's necessary when you've got a perfectly good and clean, might I add, prospect standing right over there.” Her eyes shifted, and he didn't even have to turn to know who she was talking about.

But he played along anyways, glancing over his shoulder before shaking his head. “Spikes aren't really my thing,” he responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

Not that he wasn't attracted to those amazingly crystalline eyes of Loire, but when standing next to that sex god of a General, it was hardly a comparison. Sephiroth was classic beauty, pale and nearly ethereal with androgynous features undermined by his emanation of masculinity. Plainly put, he was sex wrapped in black leather, and by Kami, if Tseng didn't want a taste.

The blonde rolled her eyes as she elbowed him, though he anticipated the maneuver and easily sidestepped her. “You know very well whom I am talking about,” she huffed with an exasperated sigh. “Men,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to him.

He decided to take a lesson from Rude and made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, watching as Sephiroth stopped to speak briefly with Nanaki before moving further into the room. Behind them, the doors were opening again, admitting more attendees to the Tuesti/Wallace wedding.

Tuesti. Tseng snorted. Reno as an elite Tuesti, it was highly amusing.

“You should just go for it,” Elena continued unabated beside him, her voice like the murmur of the television in the background. “Honestly, what do you have to lose? Faint heart never won fair lady,” she commented.

He shot her a look, but she was grinning madly, wanting to believe that her words had some effect on him. He started to reply when suddenly, a weight latched onto his side, and refused to let go, much to his chagrin. Furrowing his brow in confusion, Tseng looked down to see the top of a brunette head and a pink dress. He fought the urge to groan.

Marlene.

To his side, he could hear Elena trying and failing to hold in her giggles. He growled inwardly knowing that she had something to do with it.

“Mr. Tseng!” Marlene exclaimed, clinging to his hand like she was some strange type of octopus. “You came! Where's your date?” she questioned, looking up at him with a big smile, her cheeks rosy from her short run.

Tseng reddened slightly at her suggestion and fought the urge to pinch his nose. It was rather difficult to remain irritated with the cheerful girl. He was flattered by her admiration, but he knew it would eventually be his downfall. Elena, Aeris, and Shera were far too devious for their own good, and somehow, they had corrupted the children.

“I thought you were my date,” he responded gently, eyes widening in surprise when she suddenly gave a great jerk on his arm, yanking him towards the church doorway with more strength than a child her size should have.

Marlene giggled. “No!” she chimed. “Denzel's my date! Remember? You're supposed to bring Sephy!”

This time, Tseng really did groan, bringing up a hand to cover his face as she dragged them inside. He managed one last parting glance to Elena, but she seemed too amused to offer him any aid. He thoroughly cursed her internally, unwilling to actually saw the words aloud. She must have seen the expression on her face, however, because she tossed him a parting wave and smile.

Really, it was too cute, or so Elena thought. Marlene really did love her Mr. Tseng, and the expression on her Commander's face was priceless. She really ought to start carrying a camera around with her. Even more amusing was that five seconds after Tseng disappeared, Sephiroth and Denzel came by, albeit at a much more sedate pace. Poor Tseng, Marlene just didn't know how to be dignified. It seemed Sephiroth was the lucky one; he received the hero worship of the more sedate child.

Elena couldn't resist the urge so she gave in and snickered aloud, until she sensed a presence standing right behind her. But before she could even turn around, a pair of warm lips nuzzled against the side of her throat, dragging the kiss around to an earlobe. There, teeth came into play, nibbling lightly. She melted at the erotic touch, sighing softly when the nibble turned into a full-on teasing lick around the shell of her ear.

“We'll have them screwing each other, yet,” came the voice of her partner in crime, whispering directly in a seductive tone. She couldn't help but shiver in response, even as he laughed.

The blonde chuckled, turning around. “Stubborn men,” she commented as she held out her hand, the object within it presented to her dark-haired lover. “Do me a favor; hold on to this for me, will you?”

Zack furrowed his eyebrows as he took the object, recognizing it to be a flask. “What is it?” he asked, swirling open the top and taking a sniff, wincing at the smell. He was a more unflavored kind of guy.

“Vodka-flavored orange juice,” she replied with nary a blink.

He shook his head at that, screwing the top on with a deft flick of his fingers. “What?”

She beamed, shoving some hair back behind her ear. “It's Tseng's. Rude and I patted him down earlier to make sure he wasn't smuggling in any alcohol, and this is what we found.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing for a moment before she continued, “You don't even want to know where. Let's just say it was creative, and leave it at that. They don't call him Commander of the Turks for nothing.”

“He smuggled in liquor?” Zack asked in surprise. Tseng was a grown ass man; why the hell did he have to smuggle the alcohol? “Why?”

She eyed him. “You don't want to see a drunk Tseng,” Elena warned. “It must be prevented at all costs.” If it weren't for the serious expression on her face, Zack might have thought that she was just joking with him. But she was completely somber.

He struggled to hold back his laughter, finding that incredibly amusing. “Why?”

“Imagine Yuffie,” Elena said pointedly, gesturing towards the sanctuary. “Only male and hornier. That's about the extent of it.”

Zack made a face as she looked at the flask, all laughter instantly dying. “I see,” he commented before shoving it deep down in his pocket, far beyond the reach of any Turks, including those with the unsavory skill of being able to pick-pocket with ease.

Elena laughed at the expression on his face before jerking him by the collar into a sound kiss, having only been waiting for the moment when the foyer was empty. They weren't too keen on announcing their relationship just yet, not ready to hear the gushing that she especially knew would come from Aeris. Not to mention, they both had obligations, namely a Commander and a General that really needed to fuck and get it over with.

Their kiss was passionate and heated, nearly starting something that they couldn't finish before Elena finally pulled away.

“Let's get inside, ne?” she questioned, cheeks faintly blushing. Blue eyes stared at her dazedly for a moment before blinking and nodding in agreement.

- - -

Cloud idly tugged at the tie around his neck, hating how it made him feel choked. Why Barret had chosen him as his best man, though admittedly there really weren't any others, Cloud couldn't really understand. He hated dressing up in monkey suits, and if it wasn't for Aeris, he might have even said no. Sure he was friends with Barret, but it was the principle of the thing.

“Stop that,” his wife scolded.

Rolling his eyes, Cloud shifted his gaze towards her. She was sitting on the front row, resting and looking beautiful in her maid of honor dress. It was specifically designed to accommodate her pregnancy.

Next to her, his wife's partner in crime, the deceptively devious Shera, sat quietly. Never would Cloud have believed that the mousy almost timid woman they first met in Rocket Town would turn out to be just as scheming as Aeris. And when he combined those two with Elena, it was a volatile situation.

“It's choking me,” Cloud grumbled in response, giving the tie another yank.

Shera shook her head at him, smiling softly. “Of course it is. You keep tightening it.” Honestly, Cloud reminded her of the Captain in that sense. Cid didn't know how to wear a suit to save his life. It was pitiful.

Cloud gave her a glare that held little intensity before sighing and raking his gaze over those gathered for the double wedding. Really, the group was only small because most of the guests were actually in the wedding. There were a few faces he didn't recognize, but all in all, it was a familiar crowd.

Cid and Vincent were a few rows back, the ex-Turk looking perfectly refined and poised, while the pilot just managed to look this side of decent in clothes that were matched and unwrinkled. It was better than nothing he supposed, even if the Captain had foregone wearing a suit, though Cloud scowled at that. Lucky bastard.

Then again, perched right beside Cid was Yuffie, the ninja actually managing to wear something that covered up her body for once. He didn't even realize she owned anything conservative, what a surprise there. And on the other side of her, Nanaki sat, tail idly flickering as it waved around next to him. The demi-human had had to borrow from Zack, who admittedly was borrowing his clothes from Rude, in order to find something more appropriate to wear.

On the other front row, squashed between Denzel and Marlene was quite a surprise. It was Sephiroth and Tseng, and amusingly, there was a few inches of space between them, as if they were trying particularly hard not to touch each other. The Turk was stone-faced, slightly distracted by the constant chattering of Marlene on his right, while Sephiroth seemed mildly chagrined, somehow managing to carry on a quiet conversation with Denzel. Unsurprisingly, the young boy had adopted his rescuer as a surrogate parent.

Behind the foursome, Elena and Zack sat, as if keeping an eye on their respective superiors. He eyed them critically, having the distinct impression that there was more beneath of the surface of their relationship as well. If he knew anything about his old friend, then Cloud had the feeling that they were probably already intimate. That was an interesting match.

Cloud sighed, turning his gaze back to his wife. “Was that your doing?” he questioned as he gestured towards Sephiroth and Tseng. He wouldn't put it past the mischievous, matchmaking woman.

Aeris grinned, jade eyes sparkling. “Not this time,” she chimed. Cloud's gaze shifted to Shera, the brunette attempting to appear innocent.

“Shera?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she replied, her face completely serious, though her brown eyes shone with mischief.

Cloud sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, feeling pity for the two men. Like it or not, the three females were going to have their way.

Yet, just then, the music began to play, signifying the beginning of the ceremony. Barret and Elmyra were to be exchanging vows first, followed by Reeve and Reno.

Offering a hand to his wife, Cloud and Aeris moved into position, awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom and pushing all thoughts of devious plans out of their mind. For the moment, anyways.

- - -

He couldn't help the fidgeting. Long events like weddings bored the shit out of him. That included plays (Loveless), board meetings, dance recitals, etc. Any number of displays easily put him into sleep, but if it wasn't for Vincent's elbow consistently digging into his side, Reeve might have had to deal with him snoring throughout the whole affair. As it was, Cid faced the fact that he might have a large bruise on his ribs the next day.

Truthfully, it was already more than halfway through, Barret and Elmyra's ceremony going off without a hitch. Everything had been executed perfectly. Presently, the President and his already husband were standing up there, getting married for the second time to please two very irate women. Cid was slightly afraid of who they would turn their attentions on next, though he had the impression that their new targets were already Tseng and Sephiroth.

Those poor souls.

Another elbow jabbed him in the side, and Cid sighed, reluctantly returning his attention back to the proceedings in front of him, trying to keep his leg from bouncing out of sheer boredom.

“I do,” Reeve claimed, amber eyes shining with love for his partner. There was no hesitation in his words either, having long ago overcome any insecurities.

The official nodded slightly before turning his attention to Reno, gaze shifting to his holy book, as if looking up the redhead's name before continuing. “And do you, Ichigo `Reno' Renaurd, take this man…”

Ichigo? Renaurd?

Cid couldn't help it. His eyes widened in shock and amusement as he snorted out loud, laughter quickly following. He quickly tried to cover up the noise with his hand, but the damage was already done, his transgression overheard. Another elbow struck him in the side, harder than all the others and distinctly more painful.

“Be quiet, Cambridge,” the gunman hissed under his breath, shooting him a deadly glare. Honestly, did the pilot have no manners?

Unfortunately for the both of them, Yuffie also overheard this little exchange. Already trying to restrain her laughter from Reno's real name, she was now fully amused by Cid's as well.

“Cambridge!” she exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear. “Hah!” Laughter followed, noisy chuckles that seemed even louder in the reverent silence.

Every head, including those on the dais, turned in the direction of the four.

Cid flushed red with both embarrassment and anger, shooting the ninja a dirty look that did nothing to calm her. On the other side of him, Vincent groaned and slapped a hand over his face, sinking down in his seat. Nanaki seemed to do the same, after poking Yuffie in the thigh with his taloned fingernails in an attempt to quiet her. It didn't work, but he tried all the same.

Reno went aflame with humiliation, shooting the pilot a deadly glare before turning back towards the official, lowering his head in mortification. “I told them not to use my full name,” he mumbled under his breath, resisting the urge to go find a hole in the ground and bury himself.

“Oh!” Cloud suddenly exclaimed in understanding. “Strawberry! I get it now! I thought it was just the-- Ow!” His words abruptly cut off as he rubbed at the flesh on his arm where Aeris had pinched him viciously in an attempt to shut him up.

Reeve sighed and shook his head at everyone. He shot a particularly nasty glower at Archer, just daring the man to release his laughter and say something further. The President grabbed Reno's hand, redirecting his attention towards the official. He put on his most gracious expression and attempted to bring some order to the chaos.

“Please,” he said simply, not realizing that he had spoken through gritted teeth until the words came out slightly hissed. “Continue.”

The official, a slightly older man with graying hair, seemed particularly amused by the strange group of friends. He cleared his throat, swallowed down his own chuckles, and picked up where he had left off.

“Do you, Reno, take this man…”

And everything was good.

- - -

Despite the minor incident during the vows, the rest of the wedding went off without a hitch, and by the end, Reeve and Reno were married for the second time. The reception quickly followed, where everyone crowded into Aeris and Cloud's home. They were eager for the dancing, the food, and for some, most importantly, the drink. Tseng would have liked to partake in the last one, but as it was, his subordinates seemed to have taken it upon themselves to guard the alcohol, informing the bartender that he was not to have any.

It was rather irritating, but he understood that they meant well.

Elena was perhaps the most worried of them all. He knew from the beginning that his blonde subordinate had once held feelings for him. It was flattering, and if he was straight, he might have actually liked her romantically. But as it was, his tastes ran male, preferably silver-haired and god-like. Once she had discovered his sexuality, Elena had easily slipped into the role of concerned friend. He was grateful that he hadn't had to deal with the more usual aftereffects.

Speaking of which, it was the thought of a certain once-dead former General that was causing his current broody state. Admittedly, he had always held some attraction for Sephiroth, he and most of the ShinRa military forces, even those who considered themselves strictly heterosexual. There was something about a man as confident, powerful, and intelligent as Sephiroth that had one reconsidering their sexuality. The fact that he was wrapped up in sinfully sex black leather was just a bonus.

But he was also untouchable.

Or so that was the aura that Sephiroth had always emanated. He only allowed Zack close to him and treated the others with the dignity and respect afforded their positions. Tseng was no exception. Always “Commander” to the taller man, they had held nothing outside of a working relationship. There had been times when it was almost as if they were dancing around each other with flirtations so subtle he had to look for them. There had been extra strategy meetings, weapons discussions, and there had been times that Tseng wanted to believe he saw a flicker of interest in mako green eyes.

However, that was the past, and Tseng had been given another chance. So why was he holding back? Why did he refrain from attempting something with Sephiroth? For that matter, why did either of them seem to play the same games, dance the same dance, but not do anything about the attraction? What was really the problem?

Was it because he knew he wouldn't just be satisfied with one night when it came to the silver-haired man? Tseng himself had never been good at relationships. He had a few in the past, but they had never lasted long. He had the tendency to keep everyone at arms length emotionally, giving them his body but never his mind or emotions. That tended to piss them off, the ones that expected more, and then, they had gone their separate ways, always with the same reason. Tseng was just so cold, too cold to tolerate.

Was he being so cautious because he didn't want to, for lack of a better word, screw anything up? He had always been a slightly analytical, almost anal, personality. He preferred to think things through, rather than barge right in; that was more Reno's forte. Maybe it was time he took a page from the redhead's book.

“Why are you brooding behind the refreshments?”

The teasing voice of his subordinate broke into his thoughts, and Tseng looked up to find Elena grinning up at him, a cup of punch in one hand with the other perched on her hip. The music from the reception flowed in and around him, a strange mix of dance beats and romantic tunes, given the DJ's mood. True to her words, Tseng had found himself perched beside the refreshments, nearly hidden by the huge quadruple layer wedding cake. Kami only knows how Elena and Aeris had found someone to bake that chocolate and strawberry monstrosity.

“I'm not hiding,” he replied succinctly, glancing mournfully into his plastic cup, filled with punch rather than the alcohol he had desired. The voices had been gaining in intensity lately, making it all that much more difficult to block them out.

Elena smirked. “I never said you were hiding.” The hand removed itself from her hip as she darted forward and grabbed onto his free arm, giving it a solid pull. “Now, quit brooding and come join the rest of us. We saved you a seat.”

“We?” he questioned, reluctantly allowing her to draw him forward. He didn't have anything better to do, after all, and it was a party. He was supposed to be celebrating, even if he didn't feel the celebratory mood.

She grinned cheekily over one shoulder, an almost Yuffie-like glint to her brown eyes. “Zack, Marlene, Denzel, Sephiroth, and I,” she chirped.

Tseng resisted the urge to groan aloud. He should have suspected a set up. Well, perhaps it was for the best. When it came to Sephiroth, he couldn't use his normal methods of attainment, i.e. getting wasted in the slum bars and finding a random, somewhat clean, and lucid creature to take to a hotel for the evening. He didn't want to just use Sephiroth to drown out the voices; that wasn't his intention at all.

“You're not putting up a fight,” Elena remarked when he didn't respond as she pulled him across the dance floor to where a myriad number of tables were set up.

“Perhaps because I have realized resistance is futile,” he admitted on the tail end of a sigh.

Her eyes twinkled. “Damn right.” She pulled him towards the packed table, two empty seats remaining for the both of them, and she plopped him down, as he should have suspected, right next to the silver General himself.

“Mr. Tseng!” announced Marlene predictably. “There you are. Where were you?”

Marlene was a sweet girl, really, but the women were taking her supposed innocence and using it to their advantage, knowing that he would never be rude or cruel to the little girl. He was damn tired of tea parties.

However, before he could formulate a response to her question, Elena spoke up for him.

“Hiding,” she answered.

Silver eyes narrowed. “I was not hiding.”

“What were you hiding from?” Zack asked, raising a brow as he shared a glance with Elena. Tseng knew that the two were conspiring against him.

“I was not hiding,” the Wutaiian insisted. “The bartender refused to serve me.” He swiveled his gaze towards his subordinate. “Any idea why?”

The blonde shrugged. “Maybe he doesn't believe you're old enough.” There was a clink as she set down her drink.

Marlene and Denzel laughed at this as the youngest female slipped from the table, grabbing onto her best friend's hand and literally pulling him away. “C'mon Denzel, I want some cookies.” Against the somewhat pushy female, Denzel could do nothing but stumble along, his face brightening up at the idea of cookies.

“Marlene has certainly taken to him,” Elena remarked casually. “They are hardly one without the other.”

“There aren't that many children around. I think she just likes being able to boss someone around. The whole only child bit, you know,” Zack suggested, taking a gulp of whatever alcoholic concoction he was drinking. “I never had any brothers or sisters either.”

There was a murmur of agreement around the table from the other men, unless Sephiroth wanted to count the many clones that Hojo had attempted. Elena however, was not agreeing. She made a face into her drink.

“I had an older sister. She was just as bossy.” The blonde woman snorted into her glass.

Tseng nodded in understanding. “Yes, I remember Maria. A brilliant sharp shooter if I recall.”

Elena made a face at her Commander. “Let's not talk about her,” she commented, rising to her feet. “Come on, Tseng. Dance with me.”

The Wutaiian's gaze fell on those clogging the dance floor of the reasonably small Strife household. They had taken most of the furniture out of their living room for the occasion, the huge furnishings replaced with a few tables and fold-out chairs, not to mention the fold-out table covered in food, drink, and wedding cake. The decorations were tasteful and nondescript, a blend of aquamarine and gold, without all the frilly, laciness usually involved in such grand affairs. Aeris and Elena had done well.

Nearly everyone at the wedding had attended the reception and now crowded the dance floor. They moved with varying levels of skill to some fast beat of a popular song that Tseng did not recognize. To his surprise, even Rude was out there, the bald man showing a surprising amount of talent. Still, he didn't feel the urge to get up and join the masses.

He wasn't big on such movements himself. He was more content to sit back and observe. Tseng knew the more traditional and refined dances, but otherwise, he wasn't a partier. That was more Reno's forte, until he had met Reeve that was.

Suddenly, he found himself jerked from his chair, and he scrabbled to place his cup on the table without spilling the cherry red liquid all over his clothing. “Elena?” he sputtered, turning his head to find that she was in fact the culprit.

“Nope,” she replied cheerily. “I won't take no for an answer. You owe me one, boss.”

The blonde woman had a grip on his arm, firm and stronger than he had ever suspected she had. He could break free if he wanted but not without causing a scene. With a reluctant sigh, Tseng allowed himself to be dragged away, much to the amusement of those remaining at the table.

Zack chuckled to himself as he took another gulp of his drink, crystalline eyes falling on his best friend, who had been like a statue for the past few minutes. “You've been awfully quiet,” he commented, setting his cup down on the table. “Care to share why?”

The former General toyed idly with his untouched drink. “My mind is not on celebrating; if that is what you were asking,” he admitted.

The other man frowned. “Worrying about the battle tomorrow?”

“I wouldn't call it worry,” Sephiroth replied, raising his moss green gaze to meet his friend's. “Not as long as you're by my side.”

A smile overtook the frown. “All the way, Seph. You're not in this alone,” Zack responded. “I've got your back.”

Sephiroth nodded, relief apparent in his expression, but from the slight shifting of his position in his seat, it was obvious there was still more troubling him. “Zack, if I should--"

“You won't,” Zack interrupted. “We already discussed this.”

“But there's still a chance,” Sephiroth insisted. “We don't know that she's really gone. We don't know--"

“Seph, we both know you're stronger this time. It won't happen again.” His words were firm, enunciating each syllable as unyielding determination set in his features. Blue eyes glinted unwaveringly.

The former General sighed as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “I hope you're right,” he replied lowly.

The other man was smug, and he smirked at his former commanding officer. “I'm always right,” he replied at the same moment that Tseng returned, slumping back into his seat appearing both rumpled and slightly annoyed. “Where's Elena?” Zack questioned.

The Turk Commander waved a hand of dismissal, eyeing the alcohol in Zack's cup with a hint of longing. “After insulting my abilities and grace, she made it her duty to go cheer up Archer. Apparently, he seemed depressed.” One hand began to rub along Tseng's temple, quelling a headache borne from irritation. “I need a drink.”

“From what I hear, you're not allowed to have any,” the younger man countered. The stern glare sent his direction only added to his amusement as he remembered the vodka-flavored orange juice still shoved down in the bottom of his pocket.

“Not allowed?” Sephiroth inquired slowly. “Why not?”

Tseng sighed again. “It doesn't matter.” He grabbed his cup of plain fruit punch and drank it, internally wishing he had the power to turn punch into vodka or something stronger. Those damn voices had to be useful for something other than making his life difficult.

It was then that Marlene made a reappearance without her Denzel shadow. Laughing and smiling, she attached herself onto her favorite's Turk's arm.

“Mr. Tseng, will you dance with me?” she questioned cheerily, turning hopeful puppy eyes onto the Wutaiian.

A very pained expression took over the Commander's face. “Marlene, I'm sorry… but no. I am feeling unwell.”

While it was partially true, it was also a blatant lie. Hadn't he suffered enough humiliation to last himself a lifetime? When would it be someone else's turn to be subjected to tea parties and hair braiding and, by Kami, play time with dolly?

At her crestfallen look, Zack was quick to step in with the double plan of getting the ever elusive Sephiroth and Tseng alone. “I'll dance with ya, Squirt,” he suggested, rising to his feet. “I'm ready to boogie.” He held out a hand, a big grin on his face.

Marlene giggled as she bounded around the table, lacing her fingers through his much larger ones. “Okay,” she chirped, Tseng entirely forgotten in her eagerness. The two quickly disappeared into the crowds, leaving Sephiroth and Tseng alone at the table.

A predictable silence fell between them. Tseng rubbed his forehead, and Sephiroth fiddled with his still untouched glass of some questionable alcoholic content that Zack had brought to him. The Wutaiian had about a thousand things he could say, but they were all boring topics or something that would get him nowhere. And when it came to the slightly cold General, he never quite knew what to say that didn't involve work.

The sound of something sliding across the table attracted Tseng's attention, disturbing his solitary thoughts. The Turk looked up in surprise to find Sephiroth inching his cup towards him.

“Here, I'm not sure what it is, but I know there's alcohol in it,” the former General offered before retracting his hand, leaving the cup placed somewhat between them, like a symbol of a truce. “You look like you need it more than I.”

Silver eyes darted from the cup to Sephiroth and back again, unable to help the brief licking of his bottom lips that occurred without his consent. Tseng was nearly speechless, and he wondered if he would be able to get away with it. Or would Elena appear out of nowhere and snatch the cup away from him?

Wait, scratch that! Sephiroth was offering him his alcohol; shouldn't that be his first most thought?

“I haven't drunk from the cup, yet,” Sephiroth inserted hastily, misinterpreting his hesitance. “If that's what you're worried about.”

Tseng shook his head, grasping the cup quickly and causing the contents inside to slosh about, nearly going over the rim. “No, I just…” he trailed off, not completing the statement as he gingerly sniffed the concoction.

Yep, definitely alcoholic.

Not wanting to appear ungracious, he took a quick gulp. The concoction burned its way down his throat and settled warmly in his belly, but the taste, by Kami, the taste! Tseng couldn't help but grimace.

“What the hell is this?” he questioned, shooting Sephiroth a strange glance. “It's awful.” Literally, awful was the best word to describe it. It tasted as if someone had taken every type of liquor, put it in a cup, and squirted cranberry and orange juice on top of it. It was terrible.

Sephiroth shrugged. “Zack made it,” he explained. “He calls it his Suicide Slurpee. You can see why I was hesitant to try it.”

Tseng blinked, looking down into the multi-colored liquid. “I can,” he mumbled, taking another gulp anyways. It was likely the only alcohol he was going to get. He swallowed the down the urge to choke on the vile substance, instead concentrating on the pleasing burn and warmth it gave him. Hell, he probably would only need another cup or two of the stuff to get completely wasted.

The uneasy silence between them fell once more. Sephiroth directed his attention to the perusal of the swirls in the fiberglass tabletop while Tseng's gaze shifted to the dance floor. Most of the strangers had begun to clear out already, but he didn't see Denzel anywhere. Perhaps he had gone upstairs to bed. The others were scattered about, all dancing except for Cid and Vincent.

All in all, as far as parties went, the reception had gone quite well.

Tseng bit back a sigh and turned his thoughts to his current predicament. He was sitting right next to Sephiroth, and he didn't have a damn thing to say. It was utterly ridiculous. Since when did he become nothing more than a blushing juvenile over someone?

Tseng was long past that stage. Yet, there was something about the former General that shook him out of his carefully constructed and ordered life. Anything that ever involved Sephiroth tended to make him go a bit crazy in more ways than one.

Which brought him back to his circuitous thoughts of earlier. What exactly was holding him back?

Well, other than the fact that Sephiroth had only recently returned to life. And the truth that an alien inhabiting his body had tried to kill Tseng once and damn near succeeded. And beyond the reality that he knew next to nothing about Sephiroth on a personal level, what was the true reason he was being so hesitant?

Really, he had none, save something simple such as timidity or cowardice, neither of which he had ever displayed. Perhaps he was just being stupid and afraid. Unused to relationships and actually attempting something that had a meaning, he still wasn't sure how he felt when it came to the former General.

Chomping down on a sigh of aggravation, Tseng threw all of his arguments out the window and tossed caution to the wind. He was tired of analyzing everything down to the last little detail. For all he knew, they were going to die tomorrow. It was time he stopped pussy-footing around and actually did something.

Starting with Sephiroth.

“After all,” he murmured to himself beneath his breath, “faint heart never won fair lady.”

Beside him, Sephiroth stirred at the barely perceptible words. “Loveless.”

“What?” Tseng asked, slightly confused. He frowned as he shifted in his seat, half turning to regard his companion with questioning silver eyes.

Sephiroth gestured towards him. “That quote you just mumbled. It is from the play Loveless. I believe it was what Delitha said in his soliloquy.”

For a moment, the Turk Commander was stunned. “You've seen Loveless?” he questioned, still very much surprised.

The Sephiroth tilted his head and tapped one gloved finger on the table. “Among others. Not one of the best I've seen, but it was adequate. I found the musical tracks quite intriguing.”

Tseng raised an eyebrow, turning his body entirely so that he could face the former General. “Personally, I found Gerauln's soliloquy a fascinating rebuttal of human nature.”

Neither man noticed, as they continued in their discussion of classical, as well as modern literature and theatre, that they were being watched by amused brown eyes. Elena, who was currently being swung around to the quick beat by her dance partner, couldn't help but chuckle aloud.

“Finally,” she commented, shaking her head. “I was beginning to think my plans were never going to work.”

Amethyst eyes regarded her thoughtfully. “Oh?” Archer questioned. “And what plans were these?”

“You haven't really been around, so you wouldn't know,” the blonde responded. “But I've been working diligently to get Tseng and Sephiroth together.”

“A handsome couple,” the engineer remarked, his gaze shifting to the two. They were rather beautiful, a lot like Vincent Valentine, and immensely powerful. It was a near dangerous combination but also sinfully alluring. He couldn't help the slight shiver of jealousy.

“Speaking of couples,” Elena began, studying him intently. “I'm wondering what to do about you. Don't think I haven't noticed your broody and depressive state lately.”

Archer smirked. “I think you may have me confused with someone else. Archer Kyle does not brood.”

The Turk chuckled. “Maybe, maybe not. But you have been somewhat downcast and quiet ever since Vincent returned.” She cocked her head to the side. “You didn't expect him to, did you?”

“Kami!” he uttered, rolling his eyes. “Does everyone think that? Yeah, Cid is my ex, and maybe I do still have feelings for him,” he admitted a bit reluctantly. “But I'm not stupid, and I know my place.” His gaze unsurprisingly traveled in the direction of the aforementioned man and his dark-haired lover, finding them somewhat cozied up in a corner. “They need each other. He doesn't need me.”

Elena nodded in understanding, a flash of sadness creeping into her features, more for Archer's sake than her own. “Unrequited love can be a bitch, sometimes.”

“Especially when the fault is your own,” the engineer agreed. The regret in his tone was unmistakable, as well as the layers of sorrow intermixed. The normally cheerful man was adept at hiding his inner pain.

Elena clucked her tongue sympathetically. “I'm sure there's someone out there,” she soothed, attempting consolation.

He shrugged as he nimbly danced out of her hold when the last refrain of the song faded. “Don't worry about me,” he replied, plastering a smile on his face. “After all, you've got a man of your own to please, ne?” he returned with a wink, referring to something he had heard from Reno, who had been told by Rude. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find Nanaki.” And with that, he disappeared into the throng, leaving behind a somewhat aggravated Turk.

“Stubborn man,” she muttered under her breath. With a huff, Elena turned and sought out her newest addiction, thinking of bright blue eyes and a killer smile.

- - -

Yuffie giggled as Nanaki grabbed her hand, pulling her off the dance floor and towards the door that led to the gardens. “Aki, what are you doing?” she questioned in surprise as they stepped out into the cool evening air, the smell of flowers thick and cloying, even for the waning autumn. It was secluded as well, all of the others having either gone home or remaining inside.

“You'll see,” the demi-human enigmatically responded. He unconsciously squeezed her hand as he led her towards a stone bench. Nanaki swallowed down his own nervousness, encouraging her to take a seat with a gracious gesture.

“You're acting strange,” the ninja remarked as he sat down beside her, not that she minded. Now, they were alone and in a romantic setting at that. It made her cheeks warm with the thought, especially considering what had happened the last time they were alone. It sent shivers down her spine.

Nanaki fidgeted, his gaze seemingly locked on the sky above them. “No, I'm not,” he replied simply, tail swishing behind him in a restless fashion.

She grinned, lightly touching his knee to bring his gaze back towards her. “Your tail is twitching,” she pointed out. “That means you're nervous about something.” Even in the dim lighting, she could see the flush staining his cheeks.

“Okay,” he conceded. “Perhaps I am just a little.” One of his hands fidgeted in his pockets as he swiveled his gaze towards her, golden eyes warm.

Amused, she managed to refrain from giggling at him. It was strange to see the normally confident male so nervous.

“Why?”

A hand came up and touched the flamel around his neck, an almost tender gesture. “I don't believe I ever thanked you for this.”

It was her turn to blush. “It was nothing special,” she mumbled. “I just didn't like seeing you depressed.” Her gaze fell to the very fascinating grass, while her stomach flitted about, like butterflies had taken up residence there.

His hand touched hers, instantly grabbing her attention. “I feel the same way. I know you're still upset, even if you are trying to hide it.”

Yuffie scowled. “Don't bring him up. I was actually having a good time. Stupid old man,” she added, muttering under breath.

Nanaki scooted closer to her, disliking the emotions that displayed so readily across her face. It was only logical that she was still upset by the encounter. Her father had said some very nasty and hurtful things, and by all accounts, he was still the only blood family she had. And while Nanaki was a bit offended by what the Wutaiian lord had said, he couldn't deny that much of it was the truth. But that wouldn't stop him from pursuing a relationship with the ninja. His attraction to her was too strong, their link something beyond comprehension.

“I wasn't planning on it anyways,” he murmured gently, placing a hand beneath her chin and redirecting her face towards him. One clawed thumb stroked over her cheek before he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, ever mindful of his sharp fangs.

Her lips parted easily against his, and he took that opportunity, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. The kiss was languid and soothing, relaxing even for his nervous twitch, and he knew without a doubt that there was nothing to be anxious about. After all, he was giving her materia wasn't he?

The thought made him smile.

After a moment, when breath became a necessity, he reluctantly pulled back. “I have something for you,” he explained.

Glazed brown eyes looked back at him, and he had to suppress the chuckle at the sight. “Oh?” she questioned. “Is it materia?” Her hands practically rubbed together in glee.

This time he did laugh aloud. “Something like that. Close your eyes.” Surprisingly enough, the ninja was obedient without argument, probably encouraged by the thought of receiving a gift. A smile curled at the corner of her lips as she hummed in anticipation.

Nanaki dug into his pocket, managing to pull out the necklace without making too loud of a sound. He rubbed a thumb over the intricate design of the charm; Archer had done very well indeed. It was the perfect length, too, the demi-human noted as he put it around her neck. Sitting right above the hem of her shirt, it would be a comforting weight, and the design was light enough that it wouldn't offset her concentration in battle.

“Can I open them?” Yuffie asked.

His finger lingered on the chain, feeling the heat of her skin. “Yeah.” Nanaki swallowed thickly, retracting his hand.

Having already felt the weight around her neck, Yuffie's hand came up to feel along the metal as her eyes opened. Her fingers curled around the object, bringing it up for her inspection. A small gasp escaped her mouth as she took in the gift.

It was crafted from silver, the tiny coils of the chain delicately strung together, although she knew at a glance that they would not easily break. However, it was the charm that truly captivated her awe. She immediately recognized the materia, the small green Earth that had been Nanaki's favorite and the main player in their constant theft game. Coiled around the Earth was a silver rendition of Leviathan, his supine body cradling the globe of materia. The necklace was both unique and sentimental, instantly making her heart warm with happiness.

She grinned then, dropping the necklace from her hands as she glanced up and found him watching her apprehensively. That silly demi-human. Of course she would love it!

With a squeal of happiness, the ninja threw herself at Nanaki, nearly tackling him to the ground. “Aki!” she gushed. “It's perfect. Thank you.” Her arms wound about his neck as he grunted beneath her almost brutal assault. “It's the best thing anyone's ever given me. Except maybe when my mom gave me my first shuriken, but just as special!”

She felt good pressed up against him, all soft and curvy. He followed through with his instinct, wrapping his arms around her and drawing the ninja even closer.

“You're welcome,” he whispered in response. Her breath was warm and moist against his neck. It sent shivers up and down his spine, and Nanaki unconsciously tightened his hold on her.

“Not that I'm complaining,” she continued, pulling back enough so that he could see her eyes. “But why did you give something so nice?” One hand untangled from around his neck to snake between their bodies, nimble fingers running along the chain.

“I would think that's pretty obvious,” the demi-human murmured in return, sliding one hand along the expanse of her back. “You're someone special to me.”

Now, Yuffie Kisaragi never considered herself a romantic woman. She was more interested in materia and battle, never really caring much for flirting or love or relationships. Still, Nanaki had a way of bringing out a side of her that she never knew she had. The one that longed to be held and loved, cherished and desired. And at his sweet words, she found she was blinking back tears. Maybe it was the moment or even just a fall-out from the argument with her father. Either way, her emotions threatened to spill out.

She swallowed thickly, knowing her eyes probably shone with unshed moisture. “I think that deserves a kiss,” she responded. “You're special to me, too, Aki.” A smile, genuine and without its usual mischievousness graced her face.

“I think I can provide one.” And they were kissing, sweet and tender. Lips moving gently, tongues sharing the same space and flavors as their bodies pressed tightly together.

Yuffie made a small noise in her throat as she gave into the embrace, relaxing in his arms as one hand stroked along her back. Her own curious hand found its way to his suit jacket, slipping between the folds to slide along strong muscles. She tangled her free hand in the surprising softness of his fiery red hair, completely lost to the moment.

The door to the garden flew open, making quite a racket. Nanaki and Yuffie separated quickly, thereby ending what was threatening to become quite steamy. The two turned startled eyes towards the intruders, Yuffie giggling when they caught sight of Cid practically manhandling Vincent against the door. It didn't appear that the former Turk was putting up much of a fight, however, or that the two men had noticed their voyeurs. That wasn't unlikely considering that they were seated in a rather darkened portion of the garden.

Yuffie exchanged an amused glance with Nanaki as the two rose to their feet. She grabbed the demi-human's hand and squeezed, regretting their interrupted moment.

“Thanks again for the necklace,” she murmured as she went to her tip toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Now, let's go see how much I can tease them before either snaps.”

The demi-human chuckled as he shook his head. “Yuffie, I do believe you have corrupted me since that sounds entertaining.” With that, he tugged her along, and the two strode towards the oblivious pair, a sneaky and diabolical grin already on the ninja's face. She moved directly behind Cid, placing both hands on her hips.

“Get a room, old man,” she exclaimed loudly. “You're corrupting my innocent eyes.”

Immediately, Vincent froze, his eyes snapping open, but the pilot was not deterred in the slightest. The gunman pushed at Cid's shoulders in an attempt to remove his blond leech, not that he didn't appreciate the sensations.

“Cid,” he muttered, rather annoyed when the pilot didn't seem too intent on quitting. Vincent gave another light shove, and finally, the lips left his neck. A faint look of embarrassment crossed the gunman's features. He still shied away from public displays of affection and romance made him somewhat uneasy. Yet, Cid was nothing if not persistent, as well as a closet romantic.

The pilot scowled as he turned to face the ninja and her quiet companion, Vincent slipping from his grasp. “Innocent my ass.” He snorted, casually yanking on his collar to loosen it. “What the hell ya doing here anyways, brat? Isn't it past your bedtime?”

Yuffie scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the disheveled state of Cid's wardrobe. “Wouldn't you like to know,” she taunted as she shook a finger at him. “Besides, you're the one molesting poor Vinny. He's mortified!”

Vincent groaned as he shook his head, unable to resist the urge to cover his face with one hand. “Yuffie, why don't you go back inside? Cloud's pretty drunk; his materia is ripe for the taking,” he said through his fingers, regaining his composure enough drop his hand and finally spy the gleaming Earth materia hanging around Yuffie's throat. A genuine smile graced his features. “Then again, it doesn't appear that you will be needing any, not with one so special as that.”

To his credit, the demi-human managed not to make a complete fool of himself by flushing nearly to the tips of his pointed ears. Instead, he kept the redness to his cheeks, brushing off the embarrassment by casually examining his claws and choosing to bring the gunman out as well, feigning an innocence of his own.

“Nor does it seem Cid needs a ring to mark his possessions.”

Grey eyes shot the unashamed blond a deadly, accusing glare as one hand searched his neck, as if able to find the mark by touch alone. He hated it when Cid was careless; it seemed so juvenile, for lack of a better word. Not that it stopped the pilot. He had no shame.

Yuffie laughed out loud at the look on Vincent's face before grabbing Nanaki's hand and hauling him towards the door. “We're going inside now. Try not to scar anyone else for life,” she said in a sing-song voice. The demi-human shot them a slightly apologetic look as they slipped back inside the house, finally leaving the older men alone.

“Feh. Thought they'd never leave,” Cid remarked with a smirk as he turned around to reach for his quarry.

Vincent, however, eyed him warily. “You marked me,” he accused, still rubbing his neck, like he could wipe away the very obvious hickey.

Cid leered in response, stepping closer to press the gunman against the wall of the building but away from the door. “I know,” he replied, sounding very smug. “I did it purposefully.”

“You're incorrigible,” commented Vincent on the tail end of a sigh. He dropped his hand, revealing the darkening mark as his eyes closed, and he bent his head slightly to accept the kiss that Cid was offering him. It always amused him, their height difference, which only seemed to aggravate the shorter but stockier Highwind.

Cid was warm and pliant beneath his touch, breath smelling faintly of the scotch he had been drinking, not to mention the wedding cake he had consumed by the forkfuls. Vincent had encouraged it, hoping the fat-filled sugary excess would put some pounds back on the pilot's far too skinny frame. Stubble scratched against his chin, a welcome and familiar sensation that he had learned to accept as just being a part of the Highwind persona.

“Promise me you won't do anything stupid,” Cid murmured against his lips, pulling back softly from the kiss.

Vincent blinked. “What?” he questioned.

A hand grasped onto the gunman's, threading their fingers in an almost desperate hold. “I can't do it again,” the blond responded earnestly, sky blue eyes looking up to lock onto startling grey. “I can't lose you again.”

All of the sudden, the marking and the impulsive mauling and clinginess of the past few hours made sense. Cid had always been the more romantic of the two, prone to public displays of affection. But with the approaching battle on the morrow, he could practically feel the pilot's fear and worry radiating off in waves. It made sense, considering what happened the last time they all faced a final battle similar to the one against Balaam. He could understand his lover's apprehension.

“Cid…” he whispered softly in realization. “I--” But he was cut off.

The blond shook his head, squeezing his hand even more tightly. “Promise me!”

Vincent sighed, closing his eyes. “I can't. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I can't prevent anything.”

“I know that. I'm not stupid,” the pilot sharply responded. “Just…. no more sacrifices. No willing leaps into mako pools.”

The gunman's face darkened at the reminder of his stupidity. “I was foolish. Chaos tricked me.” His eyes opened, but his gaze shifted to the side, idly watching the wind rustling the leaves of the bushes around them. “I won't make that mistake again.”

“If you die on me, I won't forgive you.” Cid was completely serious, his voice solemn and grave. “I'll jump into the Lifestream and kick your scrawny ass.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Vincent's lips. “Don't worry, Chief,” he assured. “I'm not out for any sacrifices, and I'm tired of dying.”

“Good.” Cid reached up and grabbed the collar of his white shirt, dragging him down for another kiss, this one filled with pure need and desire. The pilot threaded his hands through Vincent's hair, keeping him close as he pressed up as near to the him as possible. After so long of searching, he just liked to remind himself that Vincent was real and not leaving anytime soon.

It was only the need for air that separated them. “Dance with me,” Cid suggested in a low voice. He had a mischievous grin on his face, not unlike Yuffie's.

Vincent groaned, leaning his head back against the brick wall of the Strife home as he closed his eyes in slight irritation. “Cid, we've been through this before.”

“Come on,” cajoled the pilot, not giving up for one moment. “It's not like I'm asking for a kidney. Most everyone's gone or drunk, and hell, it shouldn't matter anyways.”

“I don't like to dance,” the gunman grumbled in response. He sighed, resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall. After all, it would be counter-productive.

Cid shrugged. “And I'm no good at it. Got three left feet. We'll make the perfect pair.”

“Three?” Vincent questioned, and a smile curved at the corner of his mouth, finding Cid's almost begging quite amusing.

“Yeah, which means I'm worse than the normal person. Besides you owe me.”

Funny, Vincent didn't remember making such a promise. “I owe you?”

The blond nodded. “After the battle in North Crater, we threw a celebration party. I have been thinking about dancing with you ever since then.” He poked a finger at the former Turk's chest with each word. “You. Owe. Me. Please?” Cid, for the first time in his life, attempted the puppy-eyed look that usually only worked for children and the really cute guys.

Vincent sighed again, though his mouth threatened to twitch into a smile. “It's unseemly for a grown man to beg,” he commented, already capitulating. He had noticed that the room behind them was actually clearing out, and really, the sight of the gruff pilot become all beseeching was quite charming.

“Only for you, baby,” the blond leered, running a hand through his short hair.

Vincent chuckled at the endearment. “It's been a long time since I heard you call me that.”

“It has, hasn't it,” Cid commented softly, frowning slightly at the reminder. “Too long.” The hand wrapped around Vincent's waist unconsciously tightened in its hold, the blond most likely remembering the past six months and the pain associated with that long period of time.

“One dance,” the gunman replied, quick to change the subject, anything to wipe that look off the pilot's face. He felt guilty enough already, nor did Cid need the reminder. “And then, we go home.” One hand crept around the blond's body to grope at his ass.

Cid's face brightened at the thought. “Deal.”

- - -

“I can't believe that the children were better behaved,” Reeve grumbled, unable to keep his gaze from shooting daggers into the back of both Cid's and Yuffie's heads now that the two had finally shown back up.

Reno chuckled. “If I didn't know better, I'd say that you were more upset by that than me, yo,” he responded, tightening his hold on his husband's waist as he led them into a slow twirl to the beat of the melody played by the speakers. A love song, no surprise there.

Reeve shook his head. “He's an adult for Kami's sake; he should know better.”

The younger male laughed again, giving a small tug on Reeve and forcing the President closer to him, until their bodies were nearly melded together. With the romantic music playing around them and the room dimly lit, he was reminded of the day when he had first proposed to Reeve, directly after defeating Sephiroth six months… no, almost seven now, prior. He was just as much in love with Reeve now as he was then, and after five years, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else as sappy as it sounded.

“Maybe so,” the redhead agreed, nuzzling Reeve's face with his cheek in a public display of his more tender side that he tended to keep hidden. “But then, he wouldn't be Cid Highwind if he learned to restrain himself.”

The dark-haired man turned his head to the side, quickly capturing Reno's lips before the moment passed. They shared a passionate kiss, gently exploring with their lips and sharing their tongues before they parted.

“I love you,” Reeve murmured against his husband's mouth when the kiss ended.

Reno's lips curled into a smile. “I love you,” he responded before hesitating, something strange passing into his eyes.

“Reno?” Reeve easily recognizing the shift in Reno's emotions. He had been with him long enough that even subtleties were noticed and translated.

“I've been thinking,” the Turk quietly responded, his voice low enough that only his husband could hear. “That after all this mess… it might be time to start a family.”

Reeve's breath caught in his throat. “What… what are you saying?”

Reno raised a brow. “You mean you don't want some little snot-nosed brat running around calling you dad, yo? Have I been reading all the signs wrong then?” He was teasing of course, but his expression was serious.

“I didn't think… We never…” The President paused, shaking his head to rearrange his thoughts. “I thought you weren't ready.”

Reno shrugged, gaze shifting to the right where his eyes fell on Marlene and Denzel. He recalled their last fight and remembered the day when Reeve had taken care of the little rascals. It was something that he knew his husband really wanted, and honestly, it didn't sound like such a bad idea, not as much as it used to anyways. Perhaps he was just getting domesticated; perish the thought. Either way, Reno was ready to move on with his life.

“I wasn't, but now…” He paused as he grinned, returning his aquamarine gaze to capture that Reeve's. “Now, I'm pretty sure I am.” He rubbed a comforting hand along the executive's back, idly noting that they had stopped dancing. “Just think about it. We could adopt or…” He shrugged. “I dunno. We'll find a way.”

“Reis…” Reeve murmured, thinking back to his sister's offer.

“What?”

“Reis,” the amber-eyed man responded, “she offered to surrogate before the wedding. She must have read your mind.” He shook his head, locking his eyes with his husband. “Are you certain?”

Searching his heart, Reno already knew the answer. “As sure as I am that I love you,” he replied, bending his head slightly to kiss his lover once more. This time, he slid his tongue into Reeve's mouth, claiming him and igniting a fire that quickly burned through their bodies. Perhaps it was just the moment. Maybe it was the music and the magic, or possibly it was the strength of their shared feelings. Yet, no matter the reason, the kiss was sweeter than the one before it and quickly joined the list of moments to be remembered in the Turk's mind.

Reeve's hand moved from his shoulder to press lightly on his head, encouraging the kiss to continue as their bodies moved in a familiar dance that instantly called for the removal of clothes. It was only the fact that they were still in view of most of their friends and associates that kept their movements tasteful, that and the eyes of children. They must not corrupt the young ones too early in life.

Reno swiped his tongue along the inside of his husband's mouth, hand already creeping down the President's back as he nibbled on the older man's bottom lip. “Bed,” he said softly, breaking away for a moment before swooping back in and pressing his lips more firmly to Reeve's.

The President made a noise of acquiescence in his throat, and he ended their embrace, grabbing Reno's hand and swiftly pulling him in the direction of the exit. They ignored the glances many of their friends gave as they left the dance floor. Archer seemed particularly amused. Besides, Reeve was sure the party would dwindle down soon, but for the moment, he didn't care.

For all he knew, they could die tomorrow, and he was determined to make the most of it. With that mind, he pulled his husband out of the eyesight of the others, determined to find somewhere reasonably private where he could ravish Reno to his heart's content without scarring the children for life.

Reno, needless to say, did not put up much of a fight.

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A/N: I suppose in retrospect I could have made this even longer and completely explained the wedding and the reception, but that would have extended this story by a couple of chapters. It's already ridiculously long enough as it is.

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