To Trust A Cop

Beta: None
Warnings: lemon, yaoi, you know…
Notes: Thank you sooo much for your support!! Your words helped me find that extra little energy ti write faster though I’ve been working my ass of on the job ;)
You gotta hate the must-work-to-get-money.

Why can’t you have holidays on jobs like in the school? It’s just unfair! XD

Anyway, something tells me it’s not just our bishies that have been waiting for this ;)


12

Even though he’d lost a lot of sleep the last night, he didn’t feel the affect of it. His head was full of the wonderful paintings and statues and the shear experience of having been there. He, Squall Leonhard, had been in the newly opened “Gallery Blue Magic”. He had seen his idol in the real life. Smelled her paintings, touched them.

You couldn’t feel any better than the brunet right now. He had saved the ticket in a scrapbook. It was thin and half full, but then again. You only saved very valuable things. Like that ticket. Or the bill for his motorcycle. It could seem like something stupid, but for him it had been a steppingstone.

Squall was working monotony while his thoughts wandered. They usually did. To his drawings or his bike or just plainly wandering around to distract him from the noisy factory he was in.

This euphoria and close happiness had given him courage enough to leave some of his paintings to galleries that he would have never thought to. He always left a few paintings at the small local galleries. This time he had dared to leave three of his best paintings at a very sophisticated gallery. One he would never had left anything at before this sudden boost of courage.

They would probably not be approved, but at least he could say he had done it. He hoped that he would receive a comment to them. Then he would be able to improve his art. He didn’t have any farfetched dreams about fame for his art or such. He would just be happy if he got famous enough to sell them and have his works requested in smaller galleries.

When the day was over, he was too anxious to get home to be squeamish and wait for the others to finish showering. Fortunately, Craig was nowhere to be seen. He got the usual stares and a few comments about his lean, hairless body, but it was just the humorous comments among men. Not the kind Craig and his thugs gave. These comments could make Squall smile in amusement and even indulge in.

Many of the workers were, after all, middle aged men with wife and children. Or singles that just preferred their own company or didn’t like the all marriage thing. In the beginning, he had sensed a little resentment from them. They had looked down on him because of his looks and youth. Squall had worked away that. He had done his work, heavy or easy, without complaint and had taken his brunt of work. They appreciated that and he now got a “hello” or “god morning” or a grunting nod from those oldies.

It felt nice. To feel that he didn’t have enemies everywhere. Not that he had them as friends, but true working comrades instead for the sort like Craig.

Speeding home felt nice. The motorcycle was purring like a cat under him and the power made him always giddy. To know what speed he could come up in. To know that he mastered something as fast and powerful. It had always calmed him or made him happy again to ride his bike. If he had to choose one thing above all he owned that he couldn’t live without, it was his bike.

Too soon he was home. Though, the thought of a warm meal and little reading before putting pencil to arc wasn’t too bad. He was filled with images that were fighting each other for his absolute attention. He had this special one featuring the ice-goddess Shiva. He had been born in her month after all and yet he had to make a painting of her. A good one that is.

Halfway up the stairs, a shadow towered over him. It took the brunet about half a second to figure out who it was. The cop walked down the steps with a dangerous smirk at his lips. The kind a predator would have when spotting a prey. It made the youth feel a tingle down his spine and his hand fisted his helmet just a little harder for no reason.

“You’re home early.” The blond almost purred and stepped down to him.

Squall eyed the man and wasn’t at all surprised at the suspicion/arousal/nervousness that started to wave through him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked calmly and tried walking up.

The cop put a hand at the stair rail and blocked his path. The youth narrowed his eyes.

“What I’m doing here? That’s a kind of stupid question, don’t you think?” The blond purred as he leaned closer.

Squall refused to lean backwards and so had to stand the warm breath against his chin and ear. He plastered a resentful expression on his face though his heart started racing.

“And what makes you think I’ve forgiven you yet?” He asked scornful but obviously didn’t fool the cop.

He pressed past the man and got his ass squeezed rather roughly. It was amusing to have the blond trail him so close he could practically feel the warmth from the man. All thoughts about drawing slowly started to vanish in favour for more heated things.

“You were ready to forgive and forget and have me bend you over and fuck you right there in the restaurant.” Seifer growled and succeeded squeezing his ass again.

Trying to ignore the blond was like trying to ignore a large dog humping your leg. When he unlocked his apartment door, his body was in a buzz. Heart beating hard, mouth dry and his mind swimming with dirty images. Squall hissed as his hips was grabbed and slammed back into the man’s groin.

He had to brace himself against the door and bend his neck as it was attacked by sharp teeth. The rock hard cock was ground into him roughly and it had him swelling in his pants. The youth howled as a big hand stroked him hard. The insistent stroking had him hard and panting in seconds.

“I want to drill my cock into you so hard you’ll see stars.” The cop growled huskily.

He made an emphasis thrust against the brunet before gripping both hips again and grinding harder.

“You want it, don’t you boy whore? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t sit in a week.”

Squall moaned against better judgment. He gasped as his ear was bit harshly. A large hand massaged his chest and soon found a nipple. The youth whimpered at the harsh tugging and pinching that demanded response.

“Or maybe you want me to stuff that pretty mouth full?” Almasy growled and Squall closed his eyes and bit his lip.

A hand returned to the bulge in his pants and made him moan again.

“I’m going to choke you on my big cock. Slam it down this pale throat and make these pretty lips swollen.” His ear was bitten again as a hand trailed his throat.

Fingers pressed into his mouth and Squall moaned around them. They were pressed inside as far as they could go before thrusting in and out, mimicking what the cock could do. His head was pounding, his cock throbbing so hard it verged at pain. In the back of his head he knew he needed to stop this. They couldn’t continue out there in the hall. Still, those thoughts had a hard time getting through.

The deft fingers at his groin started unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. Oh, Hyne. He needed to stop it. They were still in the corridor. Anyone could see them, and hear them for that matter.

Suddenly the clearing of a throat froze them almost into a paralysis. Well, Squall did. The blond seemed to eye the intruder in the corner of his eye before ignoring the idiot. Squall couldn’t. He squirmed away from the cop, but didn’t get more than twisted in his arms enough to see who it was. The sight of the sleazy landlord was like a cold shower.

The oily man had a smirk and a look in his face as if he wasn’t surprised but rather giddy at finding Squall in the compromising situation. His bony hands were twining themselves as if he thought there was money to make here.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but I needed to remind Mr. Leonhard about the rent, which is late again.” The man purred disgustingly.

A blush was flaring from the youth’s collarbones to his hair roots. How he was supposed to make any sense by speaking was beyond him.

“It’s not paying day yet.” Seifer growled to Squall’s surprise.

The cop seemed satisfied with that and tried to go back to what he was doing. Both Squall and the landlord interrupted him.

“Yes, but it is clear in the contract when the rent is supposed to be paid.” The stupid man persisted, obviously having a deathwish or just loving to embarrass Squall further.

The brunet gathered himself to yet again crawl for the man and explain that the money was coming.

“To state the obvious, you were interrupting a perfect fucking foreplay and if you have any self-preservation, you will take your ugly hide and crawl back from whatever dumpster you came from.” Seifer growled and this time didn’t rein his temper.

The tone was enough to have the oily man whitening and quickly take his tail between his legs and crawl back down the stairs. Squall was beyond humiliation. It hadn’t been so bad if it had been just any stranger. The cop looked down at him, obviously as mired as Squall, thought probably from anger instead of embarrassment.

“Idiot, that was my landlord. He could have me kicked out!” Squall hissed.

“Nonsense, at what basis? Let’s go somewhere else.” Seifer growled irritated.

One look down and Squall could see that the man hadn’t lost one bit of interest throughout the embarrassing event. He opened his door and put away the helmet before being dragged back by the green eyes.

“Where?” Squall asked silently when they we’re on the way from the house to the cars.

“Just somewhere else.” The cop muttered while green eyes glared at a gang teenagers that were obviously doing something fishy.

The leader got the eye of the blond and took his gang and walked away. Impressive. It took quite the guts and aura to have kids in these parts just turn tail like that. Otherwise they would have just waited until the men were gone.

When they got out on the roads Squall quickly recognised the way and got antsy. They were soon in the finer parts of the city and soon Squall didn’t recognise a thing.

“Where are we going?” He demanded.

“A hotel. We’ll ask for some room-service and then we can fuck without interruptions.” Seifer smirked and Squall felt some heat in his face.

Though he didn’t complain. His body was tense and bothered in frustration and it made him touchy. He wanted to get back to business and that now.

Almasy parked the car in a car park close to the hotel. It wasn’t overly big, though it had twenty stories. The lobby wasn’t overly expansive, but enough to impress and make Squall feel awkward. Thought, nothing of this the brunet could know. He hadn’t been to hotels before and so couldn’t know it was one of the cheapest of its sort.

Squall entered the elevator that was completely shut. No windows or anything. There was a huge mirror on one side though and railings circling the three walls. He was too busy studying it that he gasped sharply as his ass was gripped from in front. The large man forced him up against the wall and lifted him onto the railing. Squall gripped the sued jacket and his head hit the wall as he was kissed dominantly.

His legs were spread and the youth moaned lightly as hard groin met hard groin. Squall wasn’t given any chance at speaking. His mouth was invaded by a demanding tongue and his body attacked by demanding caresses and grinding. The attack was efficiently making him light headed and incapable to even it out.

Suddenly the blond leaved him and helped him to his feet. Squall blinked confused, lips slightly puffy and head reeling. The doors dinged open and Seifer smiled amused as he dragged Squall with him as the youth seemed unable to move on his own before the doors would close again.

“Or did you want me to fuck you in the elevator?” He humoured ad Squall frowned and tried yanking his hand from the tight grasp on it.

Which wasn’t happening of course. They rounded a couple corners and walked through a couple corridors before stopping in front of a door. It was opened and Squall ushered inside so fast he hadn’t a chance at reading the door number.

The room was cool and dark. There was one big bedroom and living room in one and a small bathroom. They didn’t bother with lights. Squall toed off his shoes and took off his jacket before he got a push into the room. Turning he sucked in his breath. The dark green eyes were like gleaming emeralds in the dark. Without his jacket, the t-shirt was tight around a broad chest and thick biceps.

“Strip.” Almasy huskily ordered.

Squall shuddered lightly. His body fell into an almost practiced stance, legs spread, hips pouting and head somewhat tilted backwards in a defiant show. It still confused him how he could feel so sure with this man. Anyone else and he would have felt awkward and silly stripping like this.

He caressed himself. Let his hands go from his groin up under his t-shirt. The garment followed him as he stroked his stomach and then the perky nipples. Gracefully the t-shirt went over his head and fell down behind him. His eyes fell half shut as he pinched his nipples again.

He unbuckled his belt and buttons and zipped down the pants before turning. Squall bent at the waist and arched the small of his back to make his ass get rounded and pout. Slowly he let the pants fall down.

“Stand still.” The cop growled.

Squall froze in the stance with his back arched and ass out, pants around his ankles. Heated hands squeezed his ass. The youth squealed embarrassingly as his underwear was gathered in one hand and dragged to a string between his buttocks. It was grinded between them hard and the other hand snaked between his spread legs. The brunet moaned as his cock was stroked with open palm.

The hand retreated and Squall howled as he was suddenly spanked. Not too hard, just enough to make him even hotter and squirm his ass. He got another three spanks before being released. He heard a zipper being pulled and the groan when something hard and bothered was released. Squall sucked in his breath as the hot, hard thing was leaned against his buttock.

His briefs were yanked down his ass and it made him shudder. Would he get rammed by that ten inches thing? The thought made him sweat. Both in excitement and a little fear. That would hurt and he knew he wanted it. A thumb played with his anus and made him moan. He fisted himself and hard slaps landed to his ass until he let go of himself again.

The thumb slipped inside of him and massaged the edges of his anus. Squall moaned deeply as the opening twitched madly and opened more and more to the dry thumb. It was changed to a finger that entered him as far as it could go.

“Are you so desperate for me that you gladly have me split you open?” Almasy huskily asked and Squall moaned faintly.

“No.” he breathed though he was sure he wouldn’t complain if he was.

He was as hard as rock and his whole body were tingling. Squall’s hair was fisted and he was straightened and helped to step out of pants and socks before being harshly pushed down in the bed on his stomach. Squall turned to his back and rested on his elbows. The cop was undressing hastily. There was little light from the moon and street lights but it was enough for him to make out the man.

He hadn’t quite studied the blond before. Just absentmindedly noted his fit figure and the handsome face and all that. But studying, he could see the rippling muscles. The movement of the six-pack and flexing of the leg muscles. The sharp v that ended in the trimmed blond hair that nested the large and proudly erect cock.

“Spread your legs.” The cop ordered and Squall obliged.

He leaned back some more on his elbows and spread the white, lean legs, bending the knees some and presenting an irresistible view. Almasy came crawling on the bed with a dangerous smirk that sent shivers through the youth.

He flinched somewhat as heated hands ran the length of his legs and shifted them somewhat. Thick thighs slipped under his knees before nimble fingers tormented a nipple. His mouth was kissed harshly. Squall tried and failed to enter the other’s mouth and had to let the alien tongue inside instead.

“Why didn’t you have all those belts with you? Two hadn’t been too much to ask for now, had it?” The cop amused asked and Squall glared.

“I don’t want any games anyway.” He muttered and the cop just chuckled and latched onto his throat and worked his way down.

“Don’t be obstinate. You love it when I tie you up. You got a fetish for it after all.” The man smirked against his skin before attacking a nipple while stroking his cock.

It made Squall buck his hips and moan.

“I do not. It’s you who can’t have normal sex.” He panted and bucked in the sure hand around his throbbing manhood.

“Depends on what the criterion for normal and boring is.” The blond said silently as he straightened.

Squall was urged higher up on the bed and the blond followed like some big cat. It was almost the youth could hear the content rumble of a predator as he was easily cornered down in the pillows.

The brunet was smothered into the bed and he arched up against the hard body, grinding his aching length against that big cock. Warm hands teased his sides and sharp teeth and soft lips attacked his ear and throat.

Squall moaned and let his hands roam the broad back as he bucked his hips. He had missed it. This convenient and easy sex that had no restrictions or demands. He attacked one shoulder and the bit of flesh between it and the neck. Heavy hips ground down in him and he whimpered in pleasure.

The brunet’s thigh was gripped and spread so the hand got room between the buttocks. Squall made a strange huffing sound as two sticky fingers entered him completely. When and how the cop had taken out lube he had no earthly notion of. Not did he care either as the fingers worked back and forth in him. Squall moaned deeply as a third was worked inside.

“Haven’t you played with yourself this whole time? You’re as tight as a virgin.” The cop smirked against his throat that certainly would have a bruise or two come morning.

“Of course I have, that doesn’t necessarily include ass play.” Squall dryly retorted.

He whimpered as a fourth finger was pressed inside. It hurt. Until the cop decided to torment that oh so sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. The youth moaned and shuddered, eyes falling closed.

“Don’t get cocky, boy, after tonight you’ll wish you had.” Almasy promised.

The fingers suddenly thrust hard in him before returning to that place. The fingers withdrew again before pushing inside so deeply that some of the palm went inside too. Squall whined high in pain and tensed unbearably around the digits. He panted against a broad shoulder and put his nails in the naked back.

“Maybe we should make a month long break more often?” The cop smirked and Squall glared in the darkness.

“Though you would get cock-withdrawal and go all nuts on me, wouldn’t you?” Almasy teased and Squall bit down hard in the shoulder.

Enough to make the blond hiss. As retaliation, the fingers withdrew somewhat, only to slam back inside together with the thumb. Squall arched and hit his head in the pillow. He panted harshly to restrain all whimpers and groans that wanted to come out. He couldn’t form words as the fingers and thumb worked back and forth the few inches it could.

It hurt and still his body shuddered in pleasure as all the right spots was caressed. In the end he whimpered in pain and weakly hit his fist against an arm.

“Hurts.” He complained in a hiss.

“Want daddy’s big cock instead?” Seifer growled hoarsely.

His mouth was crushed in a forceful kiss as the hand twisted inside him. It withdrew and the absence made his hole clench in pulses. His breathing picked up somewhat as the thick cock head pushed inside. Though not completely. The thickest part stayed in his opening and made him twitch insanely around it. It wasn’t such a nice sensation.

“Want me to ram inside you? Fuck you into the bed and make you squeal like girl?” The cop growled huskily against his lips.

Squall moaned and moved his hips in a try to both get the cock deeper and out of him. A hard slap landed to his thigh and made him make a embarrassing noise. Another slap and a third just for fun. Then the abused thigh was massaged relentlessly.

“Beg for it. Beg for my big cock.” Almasy murmured against his lips and gave him another smack.

The youth moaned, arousal surging so hard in him it had his head spinning slowly.

“Please fuck me hard daddy.” He gasped as the slaps continued.

Squall cried out as he was slammed into. The thick length forced itself past constricting muscles into the hilt. The cop grunted in his ear and spread his buttocks with both hands. It put the whole man’s weight on the small youth who squeaked and could do nothing put lay there, stuck under 198 pounds of muscles.

His legs circled the man as the cock pressed inside another inch or two. It hurt. It burned mercilessly. Much like the first time he had gotten a taste of the big cock. His anus was gripping the member harshly, making the blond groan and grunt in the brunet’s ear.

Squall moaned silently, breathing harshly under the weight. It constricted him just as efficiently as any cuffs could. The position made him feel vulnerable and small. It made him shudder and his cock to twitch between them. He guessed that just maybe this was what girls liked; this feeling of power and masculinity between their legs.

The thought made him moan again, his body relaxing somewhat. He whimpered as his throat was sucked harshly. The hands left his buttocks and he breathed in relief as the heavy man balanced himself at his elbows. Squall kept his legs around the straight waist.

As the big member withdrew from him slowly, he moaned deeply. It pushed inside again quickly to make him groan and clench hard. The large hands gripped his shoulders and the demanding mouth was smashed against his. The cock withdrew and slammed back in. His resulting cry was muffled in the kiss.

The cop did it again and the cry ended in a moan. The cock was driven into him hard again and he moaned high, nails biting into the broad back. The thick cock was rhythmically slammed into him. Almasy groaned against his lips before biting them softly. The youth moaned lightly at the heavy thrusts. His hands snaked down the back and down to the working hips and ass. He squeezed it to get more.

He was obliged and the brunet whimpered at the strength behind the thrusts. Heavy balls slapped his ass and Squall groaned. The cop bit his throat again. Sucking hard to leave a damn deep bruise. It made him whimper but still he arched his neck to give access. Between them, his cock was grinded and tormented. It made his whole body tingle and feel light and aching.

He tried snaking a hand between them, desperately needing some friction before he went crazy. Seifer made a growling sound and suddenly fisted him. Squall’s eyes went large and round. He arched soundlessly in pleasure. He tried fighting off the orgasm for a few minutes more. It was impossible. It came slamming through him like a tidal wave. Crushing everything in its path.

He was withering and trembling uncontrollably as his member sprayed them with white strings. His anus cramped around the large cock and Seifer groaned deeply. He rammed inside completely and coated the hot insides. Squall panted deeply as the cop moved back and forth to milk the last drops.

For a few minutes they lay in pleased silence while breathing calmed down and hearts stopped trying to hammer their way through the ribcages. Squall made a little sound as Seifer withdrew a little only to roll inside again.

Greedy teeth and lips attached themselves to his nipple and Squall jolted at the sharp sensation. The cock slipped out of him so the blond could shuffle down to a more comfortable position. He sucked the perky nubs hard and long while one hand circled the youth’s back and the other massaged a thigh.

Squall gasped and jolted again as teeth bit down simultaneously with three fingers penetrating him. He gripped blond strands to have the mouth let up from him. The brunet whimpered in pain as the assault only intensified and the fingers played with him.

Seifer shifted to the other nipple and started thrusting and twisting the fingers in his wet hole.

“Stop!” Squall gasped before arching and stifling a moan.

Of course he wasn’t headed. He cried out and arched as the first nipple was attacked again. The sentesized nub was tugged at with sharp teeth. It sent jolt like flashes of pleasure and pain through him. Like a feathery tingle down his spine and sides. He moaned highly as a certain spot was found and rubbed harshly. It made him arch his whole back and his toes to curl in the bed.

“Stop, what about room service?” he gasped desperately.

It didn’t seem to work for a long time. Then the cop slowly lit up on his assault. His nipple was let go with a final dragging of teeth that had him whimpering. Long fingers buried as deep as possible before twisting and circling in him. Naked chest rubbed against naked chest and lips ghosted against each other.

“You sure you want to stop?” Seifer murmured with a voice that vibrated at Squall’s nerves.

“Yes, definitely.” The youth panted.

He gave a moaning whine as his spot was caressed again. He wasn’t too sure he had the strength to back up his wish if the man became too persuasive. Even with his stomach rumbling from hunger. The fingers slipped out of him.

“Wouldn’t be any fun to have you pass out from hunger now, would it?” the blond smirked and rose from the bed.

Squall exhaled gratefully. His eyes automatically travelled the body and stopped at the already erect cock. Hyne, didn’t this man get spent like normal people? Even though Squall was all aroused again, his cock wasn’t more than half erect.

He curled up on his side and lit the lamp at the nightstand while the cop called for service and took on a robe.


Author’s Whining:
I’m… unsure what I thought about this chapter. Maybe it’s just a head thing. This being the first time after that idiotic stunt and everything ;)