Chapter 4

"Did you hear anything?"

"No. What is it?"


A door closed.

"Wait, what was..."

A muffled sound from the room above.

Biggs pulled out his gun and cocked it. Someone was operating the secret lift. He looked over at Barret as it started going down, the leader aimed his gun-arm, prepared for intruders.

Tifa came down with the lift, a weapon by her temple. Biggs immediately recognized Reno of the Turks.

"Drop your weapons, and I do mean all of them, or the chick loses her head." Reno pushed Tifa infront of him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Barret demanded. "What are you doing here."

"I think your friend over there can answer the first question," Reno nodded towards Biggs.

"Biggs, what the hell does this clown mean?"

"He's a Turk," Biggs uncocked his gun. "We'd better do as he says."

"The kid is right; you'd better do as I say." Reno tightened his grip on Tifa.

"You heard what he said."

Barret swore under his breath as two other med stepped into AVALANCHE's HQ, they both wore the same kind of suits as the redhead, still they looked more business-like than him. Both were pointing guns at them.

"Alright, alright, just take it easy, will ya." Barret held out his hands, indicating that he wasn't going to do anything.

"I'm Tseng," the man with long black hair said, "you've already met Reno and this his Rude," he nodded at the bald man by his side. "We are the Turks, we work for Shinra Inc."

"I know very well what the Turks are, you bastard," Barret hissed.

Tseng strode over to him and hit him hard across the face with his gun. "Then you should know better than that, mr Wallace." When he saw the surprise crossing Barret's face he smiled. "Don't look so shocked, we know everything about you and your little group of rebels. People in the slums have an amazing gift for eloquence once you wave some gil before them."

Suddenly Tseng turned and looked straight at Biggs who was standing in the corner. A sly smirk crept into the Turk's face. "We'll take them back to the Tower," he told the two other Turks but didn't take his eyes off of Biggs.

All five members of AVALANCHE got their own cells, just so that it would be more difficult for them to escape, even though that was something that was virtually impossible anyway.

Biggs were lying on the bed, his hands painfully shackled behind his back. He didn't know how long they had been locked up in the Shinra building, probably more than twentyfour hours.

Suddenly the door opened with a hiss of air and Tseng stepped in. Biggs scrambled to his feet as he saw the leader of the Turks. The door closed again behind him. Tseng walked over to the prisoner, his hands clasped behind his back.

"So," he said, "we meet again." His dark eyes studied Biggs like a snake studies the rat it's about to toy with before it kills it.

"You've no right to keep us here," was all that Biggs could think of to say. "I'm so sorry then," Tseng's voice was low and mocking. With a few fluid strides forward, he placed himself directly infront of Biggs.

"What do you want?" Biggs hated himself for not being able to keep his voice steady.

"There's been another bomb, this time in Sector 4. Caused even more destruction than the first one."

"Well, then it must be pretty obvious we didn't do it." Biggs made himself smile, although it might not have been a very confident smile.

Tseng's hand suddenly came up, his thumb trailed along the other man's jawline. "Yes," he said, "that is quite obvious."

Biggs tilted his head to the other side, trying to get away from the Turk's touch. "So, are you gonna let us go, or what." Fingers gripped his chin and his face was turned to face Tseng's.

"No, you're going to help us catch these terrorists."

"What? Never!" Biggs tossed his head to the side but was quickly caught in Tseng's grip again. The thumb pressed into the corner of his mouth, coaxing the lips to part just a little.

"You'd probably want to rethink that mr Biggs," Tseng said. "You are in no position to make any demands right now, so I suggest you just give us what we want." He smiled as he uttered the last words, his thumb pressing harder into Biggs mouth. "Besides," he let his hand fall, "your friends have already agreed to help in anyway they can."

The door opened again and a guard appeared. "The others wondered if you are ready, sir?"

Tseng turned to the guard. "We'll be there in a minute."

"Yes, sir," the guard saluted and left.

"Shall we go then?" Tseng unlocked Biggs cuffs and led him out of the cell.

Tseng stood behind his desk, the two other Turks were by the door. All five members of AVALANCHE were in the office as well.

"The group that has planted the bombs were today identified as a group of rebels from Wutai. They seem persistent to think that if they blow up the whole of Midgar they will break free from Shinra's rule." He looked at each and everyone of the rebels infront of him. "I can assure you that the people in the slums will suffer more than Shinra will from their attacks, so you're better off helping us on this one."

Barret grunted. "So why do Shinra even bother with them then, if they ain't causing them any trouble.?"

"Simply because they are damaging Shinra's property, it would be to expensive in the long run to keep repairing everything they blow up," Tseng answered indifferently.

"Why do you need our help, aren't you supposed to be the elite of the elite when it comes to exterminating unwanted people." Biggs shifted in his chair as Tseng looked at him with apathetic eyes.

"Because, mr Biggs, you and your friends know the slums like rats knows the sewers. We need your help to locate this group of rebels and trap them. Any more questions?"

No one said a word.

"Good. Now, you've got a choice here; we're sending three of you back tonight to the slums to start digging out some information of the rebels whereabouts. Two of you are going to be sleeping comfortably one more night here in the Shinra Tower. So which lucky two will that be?"

"Now, listen, we ain't leaving no one here with you...," Barret started but was interrupted by Biggs.

"That's alright, Barret. I'll stay." When Tseng's eyes caught his Biggs made himself not look away. A tiny smirk played on the Turk's lips.

"What, you can't..."

"We haven't got much choice ,Barret, we have to do as they say."

"Damnit," Barret swore and stood up. "Alright then, Biggs stays, who else?"

Tifa sighed. "I guess I will."

Barret nodded. "Let's get the hell outta here then," he said to the rest of AVALANCHE.

It was late, Tseng saw the last rays of the sun withdraw from his office window.

"Are ya coming, boss?" he heard Reno's voice behind him. He turned around to face the redhead.

"I'm staying in my apartment here tonight." Reno raised an eye brow, but he was not surprised. "Really?" he asked.

Tseng shrugged "Someone's got to keep an eye on the prisoners."

"You gonna fuck him?" Reno asked with a sly smirk.

The raven haired Turk sighed. "No, I'm not going to..."

"Yes you are," Reno cut in. "I saw how you looked at him that time in the weapon shop."

"Weapon shop?" Tseng asked, pretending not to understand.

"Cut the bullshit, Tseng, you know very well what I'm talking about."

"And you know very well what I do is none of your business."

Reno could see Tseng was getting annoyed. "Fine, fine," he said and held out his hands,"it's none of my business then. Just don't wear him out till tomorrow." He threw one of his smiles that always got him out of trouble at Tseng. "See you in the morning, boss."

"You actually plan on being on time then?" Tseng smirked.

Biggs were back in his cell, stretched out on the uncomfortable bed. He'd given up trying to sleep, he just wasn't tired. He recognized the hiss as the door opened and for the second time that day Tseng entered his cell. Biggs sat up in the bed, silently he studied the Turk.

"I thought you might come," he said, voice barely more than a whisper.

Tseng regarded the young man on the bed. "Really?" he said. "Why?"

"So you could...," his words petered out and he shrugged.

"So I could fuck you?" Tseng filled in.

Biggs nodded but didn't dare to look at the Turk.

Suddenly he was standing infront of him, just by the side of the bed. He reached out a hand and idly played with one of the strands of Biggs' messy black hair.

"Maybe you were right then," he murmured. Tseng noticed how the other man froze under his touch. He placed two fingers under his chin and lifted it up so he could look into the green eyes. "But then again, maybe you're wrong. Why would I want to fuck some kid from the slums?"

Biggs winced at the words but then Tseng's hand returned to the unruly dark hair again.

"What do you want then?" Biggs finally gathered the courage to ask.

"How old are you, Biggs?" he asked instead of answering the question.

"Eighteen, sir."

"Must be pretty hard, growing up in the slums," Tseng broke all contact with the young man and moved away.

Biggs got up and walked over to the other side of the small cell. "I guess," he said. He glanced at Tseng, not sure what he was going to do.

The Turk fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one of them to Biggs then lit one himself.

"Relax," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you." It surprised himself that his tone was so soft. He inhaled on the cigarette, then slowly exhaled, never taking his eyes off the other man.

Biggs inhaled too, then again, then blew the smoke out only to inhale once more.

Tseng smiled deviously. "I did come here to fuck you," he said.

Biggs flinched, but didn't say anything, just cautiously glanced at the Turk again.

"But I won't," Tseng continued as he dropped his cigarette to the floor and put it out with the toe of his shoe. "Contrary to what most people think I don't really like forcing anyone to have sex with me," then he added with an amused look at Biggs; "especially not virgins."

Biggs eyes were quickly cast down to the floor. He could feel himself blush.

Tseng laughed softly as he slowly walked over to the boy. The cigarette fell from between Biggs' fingers as the Turk leaned in against him. One hand reached up to caress his cheek.

"You've never been with another man, have you?"

"No," Biggs whispered, he turned his face a little to the side so that Tseng's thumb trailed over his mouth. Their faces were just inches apart now.

"Well," Tseng's breath was hot on his skin, "would you want to?"

Biggs hands moved up and clutched the ends of Tseng's navy blue jacket. "I don't kno... yes," Biggs silenced as Tseng's lips covered his own. He parted them, letting Tseng's tongue seek it's way into his mouth. The kiss was much different from any he had shared with a girl. There was the scent of after shave; expensive after shave, none of that crap you got at the Wall Market. It was not the smell of a woman. The embrace was almost violent, the hand that easily traversed over his side was able to strangle people, break bones, kill. Still the heat of the touch felt so good. The kiss itself was rough and harsh but at the same time gentle, Biggs imagined it must be as gentle as someone like Tseng could manage. He hardly noticed his hands grasping the fabric of the Turk's suit harder as the tongue tangled with his.

After a while Tseng broke the kiss but he didn't move away, he was still leaning in close over Biggs who had his back against the grey wall.

"Did that feel good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Biggs nodded, then he lifted a hand to Tseng's face as the Turk leaned in for another kiss. He dared to move the hand into Tseng's raven hair, to let his fingers tangle in dark strands of silk.

Tseng slipped his arm around Biggs' waist, pulling him closer to himself. He released his lips from the boy's and let them wander over Biggs's neck instead.

Biggs inclined his head so that he could kiss the side of the Turk's face; his lips travelled over the temple, then down to the cheek and finally towards the neck. Both his hands clutched in Tseng's hair now. As the other man pressed harder against him he parted his legs just a little, letting Tseng slip in between them, almost lifting him off his feet. A hand slid down his side then over his buttocks, making him shiver. It continued down his thigh, then up again, pulling his shirt with it as it went. The feel of Tseng's fingers over so sensitive skin made him moan in pleasure but it also brought some reality into the situation.

"Tseng," he gasped. The pressure of the other man was removed form his own body, much to his disappointment.

Tseng took Biggs's face in his hands and planted another kiss on his lips.

"What's wrong."

Biggs hands gripped the suit again. He kissed the Turk back. "Damnit Tseng," he Said, voice husky, "you're a Turk."

Tseng's mouth closed over his again.

"Doesn't mean we can't spend the night together no one needs to know," he whispered then his lips were back on the others once more.

"Tseng," Biggs whimpered.

"What?" Tseng pulled back abruptly, breaking all contact between them.

Biggs looked up at him, his eyes blank with tears and confusion. "I'm... I'm sorry," he reached out his hand to touch the Turk's face but Tseng slapped his hand away.

"I don't know what I'm doing here," Tseng sneered and went over to the door. He was just about to call for the guard to let him out when he felt Biggs' hand cautiosly on his arm.

"Tseng, please, don't go."

Tseng looked down on the hand, then his eyes met Biggs's. He carefully trailed his thumb over the boy's jawline, over the lips, a feather light touch.

Biggs took his hand in both of his and turned his face kiss the palm.

"What do you want?" Tseng asked, his tone soft again.

"I... I don't know. But I don't want you to leave." Biggs didn't care anymore when a single tear escaped from the corner of his eye.

Tseng gently brushed it away, then placed another kiss on his lips. "I don't know either," he confessed silently, "but I'd better go. You need to think. I need to think. Then...," the sentece petered out before it had really begun. Tseng sighed. "I don't know," he said, then pounded on the door and the guard came to let him out.

Without a last glance at the over his shoulder he left Biggs alone in the cell, to ponder over what had just happened, into the early hours of the morning.

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