Nero hadn't yet had many chances to work with the Turks but the times he had, he found himself quite intrigued by them. there seemed to be a special kind of danger that surrounded the Turks and Nero was just stupid enough to want to learn more.
he had only worked with this particular Turk, Jae-hyo, maybe once or twice, but he'd be damned if he said he didn't find himself attracted. this, however, was not what he had expected when he sought to tempt fate.
grabbed and pressed against the edge of a nearby table before he could even open his mouth, Nero found himself with lips pressed hard against his own. the unexpected action caught him completely off-guard, his breath catching in his throat while his brain tried to catch up with what was going on.
once it had properly registered, the silver lifted his arms and placed his hands on the other's shoulders, allowing himself to enjoy what he could as he pressed back into the kiss with the same amount of strength.
he really was a glutton for punishment.
Jae had worked with SOLDIER candidates before, but a rough majority of them were too wet behind the ears and blinded by the fame and glory Shinra's poster boy status promised. As if becoming First Class was the be all and end all of their sad little lives. He supposed it was good to have a goal, but something as lofty as replacing General Sephiroth? Fat chance, really.
Nero seemed... different, than the others. He wasn't a braggart, he took his missions seriously enough, but he also had a clear style about him- whether that was intentional or not. The silver haired Second Class was also rather taciturn and methodical, just the kind of mindset that Yoon respected in the field.
That might be a problem, however- Most SOLDIERs were expected to be loyal hounds who barked and bit when ordered to. Nero seemed to have a strong enough sense of self and awareness of what his life even meant to the company at large (very little), yet he still persisted to fight underneath their logo.
It had been a clean operation, very cut and dry. Whistleblowers were silenced, deserters were punished, competition either bought out or financially crippled so badly that they'd never recover.
He couldn't help glancing over his shoulder at the SOLDIER flanking him, taking in the handsome angles of his face and appreciating his physique. It seemed like his attraction was reciprocated and he was in a good mood, so impulses be damned- Why not celebrate a little?
Luckily the height difference wasn't too drastic, allowing him room to cage Nero in against the nearby conference room table with a predatory glint in his eye. His lips pressed up into the other male's in an aggressive move, but not too forceful- Leaving just enough contact to gauge if his partner was interested or not.
The answer was clear once the SOLDIER deepened the kiss, Jae pulling him in closer by the hips as he sucked at and gently bit at his lower lip with low purr of satisfaction.
He pulled back after a moment, sliding his right hand up the slope of Nero's stomach and chest, all tightly coiled and wiry cords of muscle flexing beneath leather.
"You ever think about becoming a Turk rather than a First Class? I don't know if we can scout you now that you've taken the mako treatment, but you've got the right skills for it..."
