To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: I’ll give you a guess. It have to do with SxS…
Notes: AFF is making changes, especially in the reviewing part. Personally I both like and dislike this change. It’s good they can get hold on idiots destroying good work, but bad it’ll make it more difficult to review.

It’ll make those who left a review before because it was easy, disappear. I guess, this way, we author’s will cherish each review differently and stronger than before. I know I will.

Still, remember that the little effort and time it takes to give a few words gives the author energy and will to continue.


17

After another quick shower and after putting on soft pants, Squall made breakfast while the blond had orders to stay out. Mostly because Squall desperately needed the space. It was like having aches from exercise having the man in his apartment for so long. Squall made his usually breakfast. Which were a concoction of fruits and soured milk together with a glass of juice. He didn’t know what the cop usually ate, so he put a couple extra sandwiches on his tray.

As he walked into the bedroom/living room, he froze on the spot. The stupid cop was going through a box with things and held old drawings the brunet wasn’t particularly fond of. Squall could hardly form words at the smug smile at the man. He put down the trays and snagged the drawings from the bastard.

“That is not for you to go through.” He growled and tightly sealed the box again.

“Come on. You’ve done them? Didn’t know you were so good.” He leered but Squall glared.

“It is my things and they aren’t littering the apartment for a reason.”

“Because there’s no room?” Squall glared meaningfully at the man and then returned to the breakfast.

Some things would just take time. Maybe if they became more… like friends, because they weren’t anywhere close to friends now, he could show the cop his earlier drawing. But that was something friends did and they were just fuck buddies, right?

“Why are there only grades from elementary? It’s not even a full grade.” The cop asked softly and Squall’s whole body froze.

Panic rushed him enough to paralyse him. What to do? What to do!? He felt heat and coldness sweep through him. There was time yet to remedy things. He hastily turned and saw the blond still seated at the floor waving the papers. The brunet tried snagging them from the hand but the cop easily yanked them away.

“Give them to me.” His voice sounded funny.

His heart was racing and he couldn’t look at the man.

“Didn’t you finish elementary school?” The cop asked lowly when he was so close.

“Of course I did.” Squall hissed and made another dive for the papers.

“Then where’s the grades from the ninth and high school?”

“In another fucking box!” Squall snapped and finally succeeded taking the papers.

He quickly folded them and pressed them down in a random box. The bastard was still sitting on the floor and Squall could feel those green eyes making him translucent. His hands felt as if they were shaking. Nothing visible, but he bet he couldn’t draw details without shaking.

“What high-school took you in without full grades?” The cop asked and Squall felt his stomach churn.

Why didn’t the bastard believe his word? Why did he have to press so? Squall lost his appetite. Hyne. He didn’t want to delve into history. Those fucking papers were buried for a reason. But he was no good at lying. Under the green stare he was no good at hiding his agonised state either.

Squall tried with ignoring the man instead and settled down with eating. Every chew grew in his mouth. He didn’t want to talk about this.

“Did you mess someone up?” Seifer sat down beside him.

It was a relief to not feel the heavy gaze on him.

“Or did someone mess you up?”

Squall made a frustrated noise and put down the fruit.

“It’s none of your business.” He growled.

They were silent for a long time, the blond eating and watching him. Squall doing his best to get back in control. Why did he react like this? Surely had it been anyone else he wouldn’t have reacted this? Right? Wrong. He hated his history with a passion. Ugly and sickening and a damn nuisance.

“Nothing wrong with kicking someone’s ass if they’re harassing you.” The cop said in an encouraging manner.

And what was it with this damn man? How could he turn from bastard to mature adult in seconds? It wasn’t fair. The bastard was supposed to be a bastard and not to be able to turn around like this. It was so much easier with simple people. Those he could parry.

“Was it some rich man’s kid? Some idiot that barked a lot but didn’t hold much bite?” The cop persisted in that low nice voice.

Not really intruding or offensive. It made a guy want to speak. To tell someone that might listen. The cop was probably just eager for gossip. It was history. Happened a long time ago. Some years back anyway. Nothing to drag back up to the surface.

“Was it how you learnt to fight back?” Seifer pressed and Squall clenched his jaws.

Unwanted memories resurfaced. Faces, situations, people coming and going. Was it his life? Had that been him? Was he still like that? Like that weak? His side was nudged and he flinched and put a hand to protect the side though it hadn’t hurt. Maybe he could lie? Say he was too stupid to make it or something. Would the cop buy it? Probably not because Squall sucked at lying like that.

“A classmate?”

“It was the principal.” Squall bit out without thinking.

It made the cop stop eating. Then he chuckled.

“Figures. A snotty kid wouldn’t go crying to daddy that some smaller dude beat him up.” The cop hummed.

Squall snorted but kept his gaze locked at the grey window. His stomach was a hard knot and is throat felt strained. He hadn’t meant to say anything, but the man was so persistent. A little explanation might not hurt. It would get him of Squall’s back at least.

“He hurt you?” Almasy asked and Squall stiffened.

“I got expelled before I could get any grades.” He forced his hands to relax on his thighs.

“Yeah, but why did you go and hit the principal for starters?” The cop forced eye contact by gripping his jaws.

Trying to break free was futile.

“That’s enough.” He said with tightened jaws, glaring warning.

“Did he take advantage of you? Did he bend you over in his office?” Squall hissed angrily and broke free though skin was rasped.

“You know why I don’t have full grades, back off.” He snarled.

“But I’m nosy. If you don’t want to tell me I’ll go ask him instead. Did you charge him?” The cop pressed and Squall hissed again.

“You do not!”

“How many times did he fuck you before you hit back?”

Squall flared to his feet. Angry and nervous.

“He didn’t! Like I’d let him!”

“So you beat him up when he tried?”

Squall crossed his arms and looked away stubbornly. Like he’d tell. Ever. The cop just had to be satisfied.

“Come on now kitten.” The cop encouraged.

“It’s none of your business. Leave it alone.” The youth said lowly, his back to the bed.

Why did this still bother him so much? Maybe because what had been buried had been exposed again? Hyne knew there were only so many people that knew about that ugly history. He stiffened as he heard the man move. He wasn’t at all surprised when the heat from the other pressed against his back.

Hands were placed at either side of him beside the window and forced him to take half a step forward. Squall stood stiff and unresponsive as sharp teeth nibbled his neck. He almost wanted to snort. Like he was that easy. He wasn’t going to say anything in the throes of sex. He wasn’t That weak.

“Let me guess…” The cop murmured and nibbled his ear.

“This principal got all hot and horny watching your cute ass and so summoned you to his office where he threatened to expel you unless you gave him a little service, hum?” Seifer murmured and pressed up against his back side.

Squall didn’t flinch though he was thankful they stood in front of a window and not a mirror.

“But you didn’t like it so you beat him up? No, that’s not right is it? You couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen at the time. Still the vulnerable age of uncertainty.” The cop changed his story and sucked his neck while he let a hand circle Squall’s waist.

“You let him touch you believing it was only once, didn’t you? But it wasn’t. That fat oldie wanted more of your young ass, didn’t he? How many times did you allow before you beat him up?” The cop asked close to a purr while making circles at his stomach.

Squall clenched his jaws and his fists around his upper arms. Was it really the cop being good at guessing or had he found out some other way? He hissed as his groin was cupped and stroked.

“Did you like it?” The blond purred and Squall twisted around.

“No I didn’t!” He snarled and slapped the hand away.

“Was it he who took your cherry?” Green eyes trapped him like those of a snake.

“No.” The youth muttered, uneasy.

It couldn’t be natural to have such intense eyes. He was afraid of looking away and yet drawn to that gaze. Before he knew it he was backed into the window with the large man pressing against him.

“Did you cry when he thrust inside that first time?” Almasy murmured and pressed groin against groin.

“It wasn’t like that. Like I’d let him do that!” Squall snarled and hit the broad chest.

“Then what was it like?”

At that moment the brunet hated the man with a passion. It burned in his throat, or maybe that was the knot that had moved from stomach to throat?

“They used to make me touch myself and jack off on it.”

“They?”

“The principal and one of the teachers.” Squall growled between clenched teeth.

He didn’t want to talk about this. He really, really didn’t want to return to that time.

“Then they wanted to touch and then that I was to touch and then they wanted to fuck.” He rambled on quickly, breaking the gaze with the man.

The cop was nuzzling Squall’s neck and ear and a hand was stroking his side. The youth’s breathing picked up. He was getting hard. He shouldn’t. Not when he was speaking about things he hated.

Squall stifled a gasp as a strong thigh pressed between his legs and rubbed. His hands had found a hold in the open shirt the cop had at some point. He had to stifle a moan and stop his body from grinding back at the thigh as the tip of the tongue was propelled into his ear.

“Go on.” The cop urged while his hands stroked the youth’s body.

“I beat them bloody and ended up arrested and expelled. I got out because they didn’t charge me for beating them.” He finished and dared the cop to say anything improperly.

Squall opened his mouth as the other’s ghosted past his lips. But the kiss never came.

“Now, what was so hard telling me all that?” Seifer smirked and stepped away from him.

Squall close to stumble after him as the blond returned to the bed and breakfast. His body was hot and bothered and it made his brain not quite coop. The cop chuckled at his, presumably, ruffled state and hot embarrassment exploded from Squall’s throat to the rots of his hair. Fucking bastard! To… to do that and then just!

“What’s the matter, kitten?” The cop teased and Squall flashed of a feral snarl.

Like hell he’d leave the blond on top this time!

In two steps he was by the cop who looked highly amused while eating his sandwich. Squall grabbed his legs and dragged him onto the floor so he had his back rested at the bed. It wiped the amusement from the face. He straddled the cop and ground down hard on the straining member there.

Large hands gripped his buttocks and held him there. Squall attacked with a bruising kiss, wishing to hurt and keep the lead. They battled. Tongues and teeth clashed and blood was drawn. With a grunt and frown the cop relented. Squall almost made a sound in victory and delved into the mouth with passion. He ground his aching length hard against the other, mindless in the lust that came crashing through him at the victory.

Squall stifled a cry in the mouth he’d seized as two fingers were thrust into him. His soft pants were dragged off as far as they could go and a third finger pushed inside. As his spot was found and his neck massaged, Squall moaned deeply. He wasn’t ready to let go yet. He pushed his hand between them and had the cop jump as he grabbed the stiff, large member.

As he took out the length to easier work it, four fingers worked inside of him and it made him whimper. Suddenly he was tumbled. Squall hissed as he was pressed at his back on the hard floor. Before weight could be settled and immobilise him, he shifted his hip and baxed the cop around, shifting positions.

A dangerous smirk met him. Large hands fisted his hips to shift positions again, but Squall braced himself and parried the move. It stretched that shark smile on the blond. With swift moves he had the blunt cock head at his entrance. Squall arched and moaned close to a cry as he was breached hard and full.

So good. It made his body start trembling and his cock to twitch. Though the pleasure made his eyes fall close, he still succeeded in parry another attempt at rolling him over. He forced himself to rise and fall on the member though it was a little early. It was worth the pain at hearing the surprised groan and feeling the body tense under him.

Squall hissed as his hair was grabbed and used to drag him down. Mouth’s clashed again. The blond braced his legs and the youth moaned as he was emptied before fully penetrated again. He cried out in the mouth as the blond started slamming up in him with furious speed. It left him defenceless and breathless and his mouth was seized.

He shifted his hips somewhat and moaned loudly at the perfect angle. It broke him down in seconds. That wonderful, heavenly grating at a certain nerve. Made him moan uncontrollably, made his body tremble and quake, made him clutch the man hard when arms gave out under him.

The large hands gripped his hips instead to hold him in place. The brunet fisted himself and saw starts. With a howl he erupted and squeezed down around the blond hard enough to make him bang his head in the floor. Through the white haze of pleasure he felt the smacking thrusts that helped emptying the cop’s balls.

They lay panting and gasping after that. This time Squall didn’t give a damn about the trickle that followed the withdrawing of the softening cock. That had felt good. Very, very good. A sort of way to exorcise those bad memories. His stomach suddenly rumbled loudly and the cop chuckled. Large hands were making lazy figures at his back.

“I didn’t piss you off or anything, did I?” Seifer leered and Squall snorted when rising from the man.


Author’s Note:
Just a little peek at our lion’s life. Anyone more than me wanting to know more? *grin*