Turk care

Title: Turk care
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Valenwind, Tseng
Rating: work safe
Summary: Cid finds the wrong Turk in his bedroom
A/N: This was supposed to be for the old Valenwind-luvers 'New' contest, but  I lost it…and now it is found again!


"Well," Cid said quietly to himself, scratching his head. "This is new."

He stared down at the big bed in the master bedroom where a tall, pale, dark-haired man slept like dead, the exhaustion that had drawn his features taut still just slightly softened by sleep.  This in itself wasn't new, not when you were married to an undead Vincent Valentine. What was new, however, was the neatly folded pile of clothes on a nearby chair – dark blue pants, black socks, a black tie and a dark blue suit jacket – and not the least the Wutai features and the slightly smeared mandala on the man in bed. The unbuttoned collar of a white shirt could be seen poking up by Tseng's neck just above the drawn up covers.

He did look remarkably like Vincent, though, and Cid had quite a thing for tall, dark and dangerous. He chewed on his lower lip for a while, glancing between the pile of clothes and the sleeping man, but Hell, he just had to find out….

Curiosity won Cid over and he very, very gently started to lift the covers at the approximate placement of Tseng's ass.

A gun whipped out from underneath the pillow and aimed straight at him before the covers rose more than a measly inch. Cid screamed and dived for closest cover, quickly sliding under the bed while Tseng was still trying to get his groggy thoughts together.

"Mr. Highwind? Is that you?" He asked, shaking his head but not letting go of the gun.

"Who the hell did ya think it was?! It's my fucking bedroom!" Came the answer from underneath Tseng and, fortunately, the bed.

With a heavy sigh that turned into a yawn, Tseng flopped back on the pillow.

"Can I get out now? Is the damn gun gone?" Cid growled, sneezing from dust bunnies.

"No, but the safety is back on. Please refrain from trying to perv on me at least until morning. I'm too tired."

Cid was about to answer something scalding, but the heavy breathing – not quite snores- told him it would be useless. Swearing under his breath he crawled out from his hiding spot and glared at the Turk, who was once more sleeping. Well, Shera had told him often enough to get his head out of the ass of an airship and pay attention to the world around him once in a while, hadn't she? But, hell, that was one of the perks of living with a slightly paranoid ex-Turk. Vincent was good at keeping track of non-airship related and thus less important things such as a knocked out Head of Turks in the bedroom. Throwing one last glare at the Wutai man, Cid backed out of the room. He wasn't stupid enough to turn his back to Tseng, sleeping or not.


"Hello beautiful," Cid kissed his husband who looked up distractedly from his crossword puzzle and smiled. "Care ta explain this ta me?"

"Oh, it is easy." Red eyes flared a little. "All you do is try to figure out which word goes in which column…."

"Very funny. How about the half-dead half-naked sleeping Turk in our bed? As far as I know, it ain't my birthday fer a few more months."

This time the red eyes glared at cheeky blue as Vincent primly put down his crossword.

"I found him in Rocket Town and decided to take him with me home."

"He ain't a stray kitten, ya know. He's got some serious claws."

"He was exhausted. Some mission in Gongaga had got out of hands and he missed his transport home to ShinRa. He just needed a place to spend the night."

"So? Rocket Town's got an Inn."

"He is a Turk, chief. The only way he can relax properly is where he feels safe. I sympathize. I offered him our bed and he was tired enough to accept it. He'll be gone tomorrow.  Try to see it as flattering."

"I ain't so sure an assassin trustin' me is such a flatterin' thing." Cid grumbled into his tea. Vincent gave him a piercing look.

"What is the matter? You are not normally this ornery."

Cid's eyebrows shot up.

"If the bed wasn't occupied, I'd show ya I can be real horny!"

"Ornery, chief." Vincent sighed. "Grumpy."

"Ah. Well," the blonde's lower lip pouted out, rather endearingly. "I jest don't trust him. The only good Turk is a dead Turk, ya know."

"You are so sweet." Vincent kissed him.


Tseng came limping down to the kitchen in the early morning, his shirt hanging uncharacteristically open and his tie loose in his hand. But everything beneath the waist was impeccably and prudently dressed.

"Vince is away buying some milk, so if ya want cereals ya jest have ta wait." Standing by the stove, cid stabbed at something black and burned in the frying pan. "But I've got scrambled eggs and bacon if yer hungry."

Tseng gave the greasy mess a glance and his lips thinned a fraction.

"I usually prefer a light breakfast. Fruit, whole grain bread and some tea. Starting the day with a heart attack is not my idea of health."

"Well, suck it up, Turkey-boy, 'cause this ain't Hotel ShinRa." Scraping off a decent portion to the wutai man's plate and the rest to his own, Cid scowled. "Got tea, though." He nodded at the teapot, watching with some amusement as Tseng poured himself half a cup of the sugar ladled, scalding hot liquid with approximately the same color as coffee.

"This is tea? It looks like tannin." Tseng sighed a little over his artery-blocking breakfast as he sat down opposite Cid. "Have you never heard the expression 'your body is your temple'?"

"Yer a Turk. How many temples have ya crushed?" Cid didn't expect an answer and didn't get one. "Ya can always wait fer Vince ta get back with the cereals."

"Thank you, I will. And I do appreciate the hospitality, captain. Once I get back to ShinRa, I will make sure you receive economical compensation for my stay here."

"Like Hell ya will! I ain't taking ShinRa money ever again. Ya could take it up with Vince, but he'll go demon on yer ass."

"I see. Then perhaps there is some other compensation I could offer?" He leaned forward and his shirt fell open the way Reno's usually did. Suddenly he seemed all grace and smooth limbs, physically stronger and almost as beautiful as Vincent, exotic and exciting.

Cid stabbed at him with a fork full of greasy bacon.

"Oh no, ya don't. Ya ain't got nothing ta Vince, and even if ya did I ain't stupid enough not ta see a honey trap. I'd sleep with ya and ya'd hold that over me forever, making me do any kind of shit so ya wouldn't tell Vince."

Tseng raised an eyebrow but smiled.

"We could wait until Vincent comes back."

Something in that voice made Cid's brain go into a perverted overdrive. Vincent *and* Tseng in bed with him, two gorgeous, lethal gunmen and he could just bet Tseng was *evil* in bed although the idea of having the dangerous Head of Turks at his and Vincent's mercy was in itself disturbingly hot…
He shook his head to clear the mental images and turned back to his plate.

"Yer evil," he muttered. "Can't ya jest accept hospitality with no strings attached?"

Tseng actually blinked and for a second the Head of Turks looked distinctively uncomfortable.

"The idea of…owing anyone anything is not one I appreciate. And there is always strings attached."

"Paranoid bastard. What's up with yer shoulder?"

Tseng moved a bit self-consciously.

"You are somewhat sharp sighted, captain. I received some injuries during my last mission. My shoulder is dislocated and I might have a broken collar bone."

Staring at the Turk, Cid didn't even notice as his scrambled eggs fell of the fork.

"And ya managed ta *sleep* with all that shit?!"

"I've got practice."

Grumbling, Cid pushed back his plate and stomped away. He came back with a first aid kit and a determined look on his face.

"Let me see." He demanded but Tseng shook his head.

"It is nothing lethal or even crippling in the long term. It can wait until I'm back at ShinRa."

"Ya think I dont' know how ta deal with self-punishing masochists? Get the shirt off before this needs ta get ugly."

Rolling his eyes a bit, Tseng still obeyed. Cid got a bit pale when he saw the strange, long dark bruises covering the Turk's left side and shoulder.

"A bicycle chain can do some damage if it gets close enough." Tseng said quietly. "Which unfortunately they did."

Swearing, Cid got to work, rolling bandages over tanned and bruised skin, making a make-shift arm sling to keep the Turk's collar bone from moving too much. Tseng endured with gritted teeth and a few beads of sweat but didn't say a word. They were just about done when Vincent returned. Demon eyes flared a little as they took in the scene with the half-naked Turk and his husband fondling all over him, but it died down as Cid tied the last knot and brushed off his hands.

"There, all done. That oughta keep yer stupid Turk ass from fainting until ya get back ta ShinRa, at least. Morning, beautiful," the last was to Vincent, who accepted a quick kiss before the pilot stomped out on the porch for his morning cig.

Vincent nodded at Tseng and started to unpack food stuff.

"Are you feeling better today?"

"Yes. I would offer you money as a token of my gratitude but your husband already turned that down."

"I see." Vincent fiddled with a milk carton in deadly claws. "And what else did you offer him that he turned down?"

"He did try to sneak a glance at my ass last night." Tseng said a bit defensively at the pointed question. He added with a wry smile. "He is a strange man. He insulted me, cursed at me, made no gesture of hiding his dislike for me and yet fed me and bandaged me. A strange man."

"Not strange." Vincent smiled absently, looking out the window at his chief. "Simply a good man."