To Trust A Cop

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“Ouch!” The lithe blond backed away nurturing his side.

“Hyne, Seifer, we’re training.” He muttered.

“Don’t be a cry baby.” The blond growled fiercely.

The martial artist snorted and resumed his stance. Even as he changed to accommodate the large blond’s hits and punches he cringed at the force. The hits were way too hard for training. Of course, the lithe blond could take worse, being trained in martial arts after all.

He let a fist connect with his shoulder so he got a weak spot to hit. The large man huffed and doubled over but succeeded in protecting his face from the next punch. Zell danced away and cringed at the heated gaze he got. He danced at the spot and eyed the man.

“Let’s quit.” He said.

“What, too much for you?” Almasy growled and walked closer.

Zell danced away.

“No, but you’re obviously using me like some punching bag. I’m not going to train with you until you’re level headed again.” The smaller blond explained.

Anger swept over the handsome face and for awhile, Zell though the other would let his temper get the best of him. But Seifer caught himself. The other cop snorted and stalked away without a word. On his way out he rammed his fist in a punching bag, making it sway violently and wide enough to fall of its hook. Zell shook his head.

Almasy had a terrible temper. Hadn’t his ego prevented him from acting on it, he’d be a much more horrible man. Zell started shadow boxing and kicking. When he just had started to learn to know the man, it had been way worse. Apart from being bratty and spoiled he hadn’t been able to rein that hot temper of his.

Dincht noted Irvine coming inside. The auburn haired man preferred to stay away from the large blond when he was in such a bad mood. The lanky man didn’t have the same authority and… well guts to stand up to him as Zell had. Maybe because they both knew the violence that could follow that temper and that Irvine weren’t as capable of handling it.

“Did you knock some sense in him?” The officer asked and leaned against the wall to watch and keep company.

“No. What is his problem? He doesn’t have any difficult case or are being disciplined for once.” Dincht asked sourly.

Irvine smirked.

“Well, I’d say it’s some love problem.”

“Love? Him?” The blond snorted.

“You know that teen we had some fun with a couple months or so ago?”

It took awhile before Zell remembered the hot brunet.

“The one with the motorcycle?” He asked and Irvine nodded.

“He’s apparently still hooked on the kid. Maybe he just tired of Seifer and kicked him out?” Kinneas explained.

Zell eyed the auburn haired man doubtfully. That was a long time. Almasy had never kept an interest for anyone for long and absolutely not a lover. That wasn’t his style. Zell wasn’t sure the difficult and arrogant blond knew what love was. Sure, love for a possession or for beautiful things, but not for a person like that.

“I don’t think so, what makes you believe that?” He asked doubtfully and resumed his shadow dancing.

“I’ve seen him with the kid or around him and it’s just a gut feeling. Seifer doesn’t act this way if there’s not something not going his way and, as you say, there’s nothing in the work troubling him there must be something else outside.” Irvine rationalised.

“Family business?” Zell suggested.

The cop had a difficult family he didn’t get along with. Though they both knew the blond didn’t care enough about it to be this worked up over anything regarding it. Irvine’s gaze told Zell that too. Dincht sighed.

“Then it should get over soon, if it’s about that teen.” He said and hoped it was right.

It was bothersome when the blond was so moody. It tended to affect the whole station. Even as Almasy didn’t have any higher rank, he somehow stood in high regard with a lot of people.

*****

He cursed loudly and strongly as the pencil snapped in two. He took another one and angrily sharpened it. Stupid fragile piece of shit. Finishing the report, he eyed it to see if it was to his liking. Not really, but it had to do. He had a crud handwriting that he was too lazy to sharpen. The blond didn’t like computers either. They tended to short-circuit close to him.

Grabbing a bunch of reports from newbie trainings he had to read and sign, he tried glaring black holes in them. Idiots. Couldn’t they do the simplest of tasks correctly? Who was so stupid to walk into a house full of armed men without a hint at precaution?

The doorframe was knocked at and Seifer glared up. A lanky newbie stood there clutching a piece of paper. It looked like he was pissing his pants and as if he didn’t know whether to step inside or not. The shear sight of him grated on the cop’s nerves.

“Are you coming inside or just going to block the fucking door?” He growled and the man quickly jumped inside.

“I got a report…” The young man said hushed and gave him the paper.

Seifer snatched it and eyed it, noting faults. He gave it back and the man took it confused.

“Re-do it. I don’t want such gibberish on my desk.” He snarled.

He continued with the other papers, expecting to be obeyed. He didn’t care if the man probably already had overworked his shift or that the faults was minor things that usually didn’t bother him.

“But I…”

“What’s your fucking problem? Don’t you understand the language? Re. Do. It.” Seifer barked and glared.

The young man whitened and nodded, almost a little bow, before speeding away as if he was on fire. A little more satisfied after biting the head of the man, Almasy returned to his work. The doorframe was knocked at again and he rolled his eyes.

“Do I need to write a fucking order?” He growled and turned to the intruder.

He soured as he saw it was Kinneas and not some newbie he could harass. Muttering curses he turned away from the man.

“Really Seifer, you shouldn’t take it out on the trainees.” He drawled and slumped down in the chair in the small office.

Almasy didn’t answer. He didn’t care. They were convenient outlets. The scrutiny from those violet eyes grated at his nerve ends and finally they snapped. Glaring with silent warnings, he looked up.

“Is it that kid’s doing? Did he turn you down or something?” The lanky man drawled.

“Of course not.” Seifer hissed.

“Really? Falling in love then?”

The second pencil that day snapped in two.

“Don’t you have some girl to woo or some ass to lick?” He growled.

Irvine straightened somewhat and didn’t quite meet eye. Almasy knew the other didn’t like being where he was and Seifer wasn’t in the mood to go easy on him.

“Actually, the captain sent me, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. You’re mood is affecting the others. Again.” Irvine added.

“It’s none of their fucking business; neither is it the captain’s.” Almasy growled and put away the reports.

He wasn’t going to get anything done once he had started thinking about the brunet.

“If it has something to do with that brunet, maybe I could help?” Irvine offered.

Seifer was about to snap at it. He needn’t help with a whelp, but he held his tongue. He had been an ass the last week, he knew that. Irvine or Zell didn’t deserve the brute of it. But his anger originated from something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Did you piss him off?” Kinneas asked silently, probing in things he shouldn’t.

Seifer sneered through clenched teeth. Pissed him off. That was mild. Obviously his little stunt by the nightclub had hit somewhere sensitive. The brunet hadn’t spoken to him in soon two weeks. He didn’t open the door or wasn’t at home and had somehow found ways to avoid Seifer. How, the cop didn’t know as his visits was very impulsive and random.

Damn whelp. It wasn’t like the blond had actually hurt him in that alley. Squall had liked it, how else could he have been abele to cum? He didn’t understand what made the guy so angry. He obviously had the kinky side for rough stuff and Seifer hadn’t drawn blood or anything. Whatever had ticked him off was starting to get tiring. You’d think a week would have cooled him down.

There was some little voice telling him that the only way to mend this was to say sorry. But hell, he wouldn’t ask forgiveness. It was beneath his dignity. He had nothing to say sorry for either.

“You know, sooner or later he’s going to stop tolerating taking everything. A person can just take so much.” Irvine suggested.

Almasy kept silent. He was damn careful with that both parts got what they wanted. He hadn’t failed to pleasure a partner since his teens, and that had been from lack of experience. So it couldn’t be that now, could it? Maybe he’d been a little harsh but the blond hadn’t been able to rein himself after witnessing the little mouthing off between the teens and that show in “Imu Roma”.

To see the youth fight like nothing less than a pro street fighter had turned him on so hard he was surprised. That lithe rather weak looking body had moved like a cat. Dancing around and just hitting perfect. The sort of street fighting only a very clever kid could learn. Not the sort of special, professional thing Zell had practiced since he could walk.

No, this had been like watching a wild animal. The body had moved with well tuned instinct. So agile and bendable and lose in a way he hadn’t been able to loosen it yet. That tense streak in the boy had just disappeared and forth had a wild lion appeared. There was no other synonym for it.

What had really turned him on was the knowledge that he had fucked that youth. He had been the one to hold that wild thing and tame it. To imagine subduing that fighting brunet had almost been enough to have the blond bend the youth over closest chair.

“Right. Be that way. I sincerely advice you to either forget him and get over it or mend whatever fault has been done.” Irvine muttered and rose to leave.

Seifer looked after the retreating form, agonising the inside of his chin. Bad, childish habit. Had this been any other ordinary case, he could have just forgotten the whole thing. It wasn’t like there weren’t hundreds of other beauties out there just begging to be fucked by the God of sex.

Somehow it just didn’t settle well with him. Imagining fucking some random beauty walking on the street didn’t have the same excitement anymore. It was easy to sway just about anyone to a fling. The brunet was different. It was a combat.

Every time, however insignificant it was, there was a fight. The boy needed to be convinced about who held the reins and yet didn’t easily relinquish control. Being so young and beautiful and an obvious victim to harassment, there was an unbending will and pride in those storm grey eyes. He didn’t let just anyone fuck him. The fight had showed Seifer what he had suspected was resting in those grey-blue eyes. Fire.

A perfect bed partner for someone like Seifer. Who else could challenge his god statues like the kid? And who else could give him such an ego boost every time they fucked? Damn it. He was hooked like an addict and knew it painfully well.

He sighed close to a groan and tipped his head backwards, stretching. He was achingly hard from his thoughts. Even more so as he knew it seemed impossible to get a hold of the kid. Maybe if he gave the brunet another week he would cool down? He couldn’t hold a grudge for something minor thing like that forever now, could he?


Author’s Note:
Took some time before I wanted to do this chapter. I don’t like to reveal so much about our blond cop but it just… suited.
Actually, I’m afraid to ruin his character if I’m writing too much from his view, so don’t expect much more from his point of view…