To Trust A Cop

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Warnings: lemon, yaoi
Notes: I wish I could quite writing warnings, because they give away a lot about the chapter. But I guess it would upset someone if I didn’t ;)


14

The walkway was bustling with people. It didn’t matter if you kept close to the houses or close to the street, you had to either avoid or bump into bodies anyway. Squall looked up at the sign that stated: “West Gallery”, across the walkway.

He’d almost never sat his foot in these parts of the big city. These were close to the “good” parts. Here the police actually could be seen patrolling on foot or in cars and here the windows was whole and without fences daytime. Here the walkways and streets were clean and the parks weren’t littered with drug addicts and other shady figures.

What the hell was he doing there?

He looked at the gallery again, stomach knotting. He’d never thought he’d hear anything than a letter saying “not approved” when he had sent the drawings in. Never had he believed he’d get a letter saying “interesting work. Please come for a talk.” Short version.

Taking a deep breath, he walked inside.

Inside it was light and warm colours everywhere. The walls were lined with drawings and paintings. There were three statues that he couldn’t quite guess what it was. Well, that most of the time was the reason with art. Only one drawing, a six foot one, was of the owner herself. The “Water crest” made by Quistis Trepe herself.

This gallery, as many others, wasn’t made to sell her drawings. In the small ones she put up one or two of her cheaper works and the rest were from art students or other artists. Could you blame Squall for believing they wouldn’t even look at his drawings?

At the desk a tall, thin very business dressed woman stood. She was entirely dressed in black and her brown hair caught in a knot.

“May I help you?” She asked and eyed him up and down as if she couldn’t decide if she liked him or not.

“My name’s Squall Leonhard, I sent a couple drawings and a painting a few days ago and got a letter.” He explained and handed her the machine written letter.

She eyed him one more time before looking at the letter and then in her agenda.

“The charcoal drawings, correct?” She asked and he nodded as she looked up.

“Come with me.” She ordered and led the way.

Her whole being spoke of etiquette and something noble. Squall could imagine her being one fine noble woman back a couple hundred years or so. She led the way behind the gallery to a little corridor with doors that led to rest rooms and lunch room and at last a door into an office.

“Madam, Squall Leonhard is here.” She addressed the woman inside.

Then stepped aside and showed for Squall to enter. The office was in light colours and filled with artful furniture and a few paintings and sculptures. The woman behind the desk rose and eyed him much like the other one had done.

This woman was shorter, around Squall’s length. She was blond and had her hair in a knot, though some bangs was left down around her face. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce him in a way no woman had ever done. This was a business woman and obviously someone good at her work.

“Sit down Mr. Leonhard. My name is Quistis Trepe.” She introduced herself and sat down again.

She hadn’t needed to introduce herself. Squall had frozen by the door at first sight of her. His body started to go into some hysterical overdrive. Mouth dried up, heart banged insanely, hands became wet.

Trepe? Quistis Trepe? Sure, he had known that the gallery was owned by Trepe, but she had so many that she had others taking care of them while she often was seated in her headquarters.

When she crooked a eyebrow at him for still standing, Squall stepped forward with a almost forced movement. He took a seat, suddenly very nervous and antsy. Trepe. It was Quistis Trepe. He couldn’t think. Then better not to, a little voice told him.

“I have seen your paintings and drawings.” She started.

“It is not the first time you have sent drawings, right?” She asked and Squall shook his head.

He had made a habit of sending in drawings and paintings to different galleries and even schools every month. He had gotten three up so far, two had been sold. Though it had been a very little gallery in the more local parts that wasn’t famous.

She was silent and seemed to contemplate what to say. Her manicured nails ticked against each other as she gazed at him. He got self-conscious from it. Was he supposed to say something? He couldn’t. He didn’t know what and his mouth just seemed to have clamped up.

“What school are you from?” She asked of a sudden and Squall swallowed hard.

“I… didn’t finish my elementary education.” He answered hardly audible.

It made her arch one fine eyebrow. He dreaded her to ask why. He didn’t wish to go into that ugly history.

“Then how did you learn how to draw?” She asked instead.

A butterfly of angst and hope jumped around in his stomach. Had she found something she liked with them?

“I sort of taught myself and read… books.” He answered.

He wanted to lick his lips, they felt dry. His heart was beating excitedly. She eyed him before picking up something from a drawer in her desk. His heart jumped as he recognised his “Griever”.

“You have… great talent Mr. Leonhard. Even a simple drawing like this has something. I can’t quit put my finger on it and your painting was quite remarkable. You have an interesting choice of colours. Dark and brooding while the motive is so light and heartfelt.” She praised and Squall felt a blush creep up his face.

“No one draws like this any longer. At least not anyone that wish to become something.”

She put down the drawing and looked up at him.

“But it is still like a crude child painting.” She crushed him in the next breath.

Her blue eyes stared straight through him and she took of her glasses.

“Have you not considered going an art school?” She asked softly.

“My grades and living won’t allow it.” He answered moodily.

It ached. That last thing. That he didn’t draw better than a child and the ache seemed to spread to his whole body. She was eyeing him again.

“Tell you what, Squall. Why don’t we make an agreement?” She asked softly.

Maybe some of the devastation he felt had been visible. Though he was careful with showing emotions. Things like that made you vulnerable. He looked expectantly at her, wanting to hear more.

“I haven’t seen such natural talent in… years. That you have gotten this far with just your own hands is amazing. I’ll give you a few challenges that will be finished next month. If you’re capable of delivering we will speak of your future more closely, how does that sound?” She asked and Squall was stunned.

“Future? What… do you mean?” He had to ask.

He bereted himself for the mounting excitement he was feeling. Don’t. Stop being so happy. She’ll just crush you even harder.

“If you reach my expectations I’ll consider paying your education. We’ll discuss the details if it comes to that later.” She explained.

The brunet just stared at the woman. It had to be a trick. Right? You just didn’t send in a couple drawings and got the attention of your very idol.

“Will you accept the challenge?” She asked when the silence had stretched too long.

“Yes.” He didn’t need to think twice.

He’d do anything in his power for this chance. She smiled a soft smile that made her eyes play and sparkle.

“Do you want something to eat?”

*****

Even as the sky was milky white, it seemed bright and just perfect. The youth couldn’t clear his head of something akin to euphoria. Quistis and he had gone through the details with the “challenge” for a good hour. He was to draw requested paintings that verged from his usual motives and some of his own choice but with a specific set of colours that he had to use. He was also to do his “Griever” again. This time bigger and coloured. That one was completely left to him.

Squall walked into the mall, feeling the need to celebrate by buying something or doing something. He had the chance to get a paid education. Under Quistis! Not even the prospect of his nightwork was able to dull his day.

He walked past a clothing boutique and was soon backing up to it again. Why not see if he found something he liked? After all, his stash of shirts and t-shirts had been fairly minimized thanks to a certain cop. And just maybe a little calibration was due?

The shop was your average mainstream type. Bright colours and safe models of clothing. Nothing really daring and nothing in his tastes. For living in such poor conditions, he was very picky with his clothes and overall his looks. Not to the extent that he looked in a mirror wherever he came.

Leaving the shop, he homed in on the next. He had the whole afternoon to throw away. He knew there was one shop here that could have something to his liking. It was small and expensive, but the clothes and accessories were good. Easily getting to it, knowing with blindfold where it was, Squall soon inhaled the smell of new leather.

The girl at the desk perked up. Her blue hair was caught in two ponytails at each side. She had more piercings than Squall cared to count.

“Squally!” She squealed and the brunet mustered a faint smile.

“Hello Lucky.” He greeted the girl.

Of course her real name wasn’t “Lucky”, but she wanted to be called it for some reason. The youth didn’t know her real name and didn’t care about it. If she wanted to be called Lucky, he called her Lucky.

“You mean boy. I haven’t seen you for almost half a year!” She pouted and shook a finger at him.

“Can’t go shopping every day.” He defended himself.

“No, but you could visit a friend from time to time.” She continued pouting.

The brunet arched an eyebrow at that.

“Oh, don’t you dare. We’re friends weather you like it or not.” She nodded and glared at him as if daring him to say anything else.

The brunet smiled faintly again. Yeah, maybe you could call them friends. They had met in that gallery he had put up his paintings in and gotten two sold; which one of them now belonged to the girl. Then they had met again in this boutique and Lucky had given him the leather trousers he was so fond of just because she felt for it.

“Ya need anything? Wouldn’t mind looking in the back, would you?” She grinned.

In the back was special leather attire. Not what you would walk around with in broad daylight. He shook his head and she pouted.

“I haven’t seen any new drawings lately. Aren’t you going to sell any more?” She whined and somehow her pony tails just seemed to go down like ears.

“I might.” He confessed and she squealed.

“Promise I get first peek.” She whined and he nodded.

Squall walked into the shop, spirit almost as high as it could get. She always seemed to amuse him. Faint music boomed from some hidden speakers. Further inside it were dark and just enough light to see the clothes under a lamp. Turning around a clothing stand, the brunet stopped dead in his tracks. There in the dark nothing less than green eyes and shark smile sparkled at him.

“Squally is it?” The cop amusedly chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” The brunet asked rather rudely.

By all stupid things. Was the blond seriously stalking him? An blond eyebrow arched.

“Thought I should repay you those shirts.” Almasy explained without taking offence.

“That’s months ago.” Squall eyed him suspiciously.

Seifer shrugged,”Never too late to make amends, right?”

Squall crossed his arms and made a meaning stare. Seifer smirked.

“Never can fool you, can I? I just wanted to see you in something else.”

The man held up a tank top that Squall himself could have chosen, though it looked to be a number too small for comfort. The top was thrown at him and another shirt held up. It was long and would probably with ease reach past his hips and bottom. The arms were also long and ended in a tight fit for the hands and a hole for your thumbs. At the shoulders the arms were almost completely cut off. It would leave a good portion of your upper arms bare.

Squall swallowed hard at the closeness of the man in such a small space. His body had reacted to a completely different level of excitement and Squall found himself not fighting it.

“Have you seen the back?” The cop murmured, leaning down to breath it against his ear.

The youth was sure he was blushing furiously all the while he was getting harder by the second. Should he ask the man to come home to him? What affect would it have on their so called relationship if he was the one to ask? His heart started racing from excitement and nervousness. How did you ask?

The blond was straightening away and Squall acted on impulse. He dropped the clothes and fisted the collar of the cop’s jacket. Dragging the man down, he attacked soft lips harshly. He pressed himself up against the man, grinding his aching hard on and moaning faintly at the satisfaction.

Though surprised, it didn’t take long for the man to take control of the situation. He easily subdued Squall’s tongue and squeezed his ass. The brunet couldn’t help but moan softly as he was grinding erratically against the larger man. They kissed deeply and almost violently. Squall’s lust seemed to easily trigger the other and soon he felt the blond’s hard erection.

They parted and panted sharply. The youth’s body was on fire. The emotional rollercoaster this day took it’s outlet in physical frustration. It had only needed the right trigger. The brunet didn’t fight it as he was dragged behind the cop. They entered the back which was separated from the shop with a black drapery. It had a sign warning that minors weren’t allowed.

Inside there were naked dolls clad in the different leather attire. For both males and females. It wasn’t a bdsm boutique, but the attires were certainly used in that way. Furthest inside this part, there was a changing booth. The cop pushed him inside and followed before closing the drapery.

It was small and tight of space but it didn’t matter. Squall made a moaning sound as he was crushed to the wall and fiercely attacked with hands and lips. They grinded hard against each other, moaning and grunting and behaving much like rutting animals.

Squall yanked at the man’s clothes, a soundless plea for taking things further. Of course, Seifer started with stripping him. For once not ripping his clothes, but dragging them off of him. The brunet helped with the shoes and trousers but then demanded the cop being undressed.

The jacket fell to the floor and was soon followed by a blue shirt. Squall shouted as his hard cock was suddenly fisted. He moaned helplessly and leaned like a doll against the wall as he was worked hard and good.

The sight of the blond’s swelling muscles and broad shoulders made his arousal just race higher. Somehow he forced his way through the pleasurable haze and tugged at the jeans on the cop. Seifer chuckled against his lips. It irritated Squall that the man seemed quite capable of keeping his senses when Squall was spiralling out of his.

“Eager to get fucked, are you?” He huskily murmured and took over the undressing part.

“Do you have lube?” Squall panted.

He didn’t really care, but knew that he would once the euphoria of arousal left him. A strange and dangerous smirk spread at the blond’s lips. He let go of Squall who almost pouted. The jeans were unbuttoned and zipped down. The brunet moaned and let his hands roam his own chest as the big cock jutted out, hard and leaking.

“Why don’t you make it wet?” Almasy close to growled into his ear.

Squall sunk to his knees without a protest. He was throbbing insanely between his legs and for once didn’t dare touch himself for fear of coming too early. He licked the heavy balls before making a wet trail up the proud member.

He teasingly licked the head and made the big cock twitch and swell a little more, revealing the head from the skin. Fisting it, he took it into his mouth and sucked hard. Seifer groaned and rested his hands against the wall. Squall gripped the man’s hips and started bobbing his head.

It tasted so good and felt good in his mouth. Big and throbbing and just so male. Deepthroating the cock, he enjoyed hearing the larger man moan. It gave him almost a delirious feeling to be able to take something so big down the whole way. He withdrew and set to make the cock glistening and dropping wet.

Tilting his head back, he let the now angry red head rest at his tongue. Green, dark eyes meet his and he shuddered at the lust there. Almasy moved his hips and rubbed the cock against his tongue and lips. Pre-cum smeared at his lips and he gently sucked at the very tip.

“Get up.” Seifer growled and Squall obediently did as told.

He was pushed face first against the wall. The brunet panted sharply and let the blond drag back his hips, spreading his legs. He felt his anus twitch. This would hurt and yet he couldn’t care less.

Thumbs spread his buttocks and Squall cried out as a tongue attacked his opening. Good Hyne! Being viciously abused by tongue, teeth and fingers had him shuddering and trembling in seconds. His whole body was trembling uncontrollable and his breathing came in harsh ragged intakes.

Squall moaned helplessly at the pleasure. As the cop inserted two fingers together with the tongue and found his spot, Squall was helpless. His body started to tingle and his head was ringing.

“I’m coming.” He breathed.

The brunet almost howled as his cock was squeezed brutally hard. He whimpered from pain but didn’t move, knowing it was an effective way of preventing release. The cop rose behind him and let up on his rock hard member.

“You better quiet down if you don’t want the whole mall knowing you’re getting fucked.” Seifer murmured in his ear as the big cock was positioned at him.

Squall whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Almasy pressed inside. Trying to keep quiet when he must was like trying to stop hiccupping. Sweat trickled down his face as the blond slowly but damn steadily pushed inside. How come the man could keep so quiet? The brunet couldn’t control the faint whimpers and moans that escaped.

Feeling it went too slow, the youth rocked back on the cock. He wanted to be pummelled. Wanted this insanely itch scratch and punched. A big hand covered his mouth and Squall moaned. Arousal surged in him surprisingly. Being silenced and having his head somewhat forced backwards was a turn on he didn’t even know he had.

Squall cried out in the hand as the cop thrust inside the whole way. The pain only intensified the pleasure and the youth was moaning and panting. The blond grunted softly as he moved his hips. One hand rested beside Squall against the wall and sharp teeth bit his shoulder.

Seifer started moving in him and the brunet moaned muffled. He bit his chin to keep more silent. The hand over his mouth let up and fingers stroked over his lips. The youth whined softly when a certain spot was brushed. Almasy changed behind him to be able to brush that place every time.

Squall softly groaned against the fingers, getting them inside his mouth instead. They played with his tongue and he licked them enthusiastically. The pain faded from the penetration. He moved back to meet the soft thrusts, wanting more. Wanting harder.

“Harder.” He breathed.

Seifer let go of his bite and licked the place instead.

“Want daddy to fuck you harder?” The man huskily growled.

“Yes.” Squall whimpered.

“Didn’t hear you.” Almasy murmured in his ear.

“Please, fuck me harder daddy.” Squall breathed and moaned as the cock was harshly thrust inside and held there.

“Good boy.” The cop murmured before letting up from the wall.

Two warm hands circled his hips and held them hard. Squall almost cried out as the cop started thrusting. He bit down in his own arm to muffle his cries. The man fucked him hard and fast, enough for it to smack between them.

So hard he had to brace himself. Small grunts were forced from him even as he tried to stop them. His body started tingling. The youth unconsciously arched his back for deeper penetration and made a high pitched muffled noise as the cock was rammed even deeper.

Suddenly the blond leaned forward again and circled his cock. Squall cried out against his arm as he violently and sudden erupted. His whole body tensed and shook as he sprayed the wall and floor. Almasy groaned lightly as the anus clamped down hard around the cock. It took only a couple of hard thrusts before the cop ejaculated inside him.

Squall was breathing hard as if he had just been running. His body trembled and his legs started to feel weak. He gasped as the cop moved a couple of times back and forth in him before withdrawing. His hair was fisted and used to straighten and turn him. Squall gave in as he was kissed deeply with a penetrating demanding tongue.

Separating, green eyes eyed him with almost curiosity. Squall tried getting loose from the grip in his hair and get some air between them, which the cop didn’t allow. Now as lust had evaporated from him, embarrassment took its place. He just couldn’t see himself doing what they just had done in this place.

“Did you eat something funny today or what?” The man amusedly asked.

His voice was still rough and Squall almost shuddered. He wished he himself had such a deep and masculine voice. Then again. You often wished for what you didn’t have. He looked away from green eyes as it felt like they were making holes straight through him.

“Just had a good day.” He mumbled.

The blond hummed in something close to laughter and massaged his scalp.

“A good day, eh? I wouldn’t mind having more good days with you. When do you work? I could come get you when you get off your shift and we could have some more good day.” Seifer hummed and let him go when Squall started squirming too much.

“I’m used up for today.” The brunet simply answered as he started dressing.

He frowned as he couldn’t find his briefs. Almasy backed somewhat to give him room.

“Sure kitten.” He chuckled not at all believing him.

They got dressed and silently returned to the shop after cleaning up the mess as good as they could. To his surprise Seifer still bought him the clothes, but at the desk Squall couldn’t look Lucky in the eyes. Her silence and awkwardness told him at least she hadn’t been oblivious or deaf. Good Hyne. He would never be able to speak to her again.

The whole situation didn’t improve from him and Seifer leaving together and walking way to familiar beside each other. The cop didn’t let him get some space between them either.

“Think your girlfriend would want to join the next time?” Almasy evilly murmured to him.

Squall’s face exploded in a blush and it only got worse from the cop’s satisfied laughter.


Author’s Note:
What better way to celebrate a kind of success than some hard fucking?