To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Notes: I AM SO SORRY!!!! ;^^ ;^^
I’ve been in a kind of slump. Work just snags all energy and makes the poor muses go into hibernation. But! I do have one and a half chapter ready… this is one… the other is moving…

Anyway.

Thank you for your continued support!! I know this story is kind of like one of those pwp’s though longer… so the actual plot may be slow and seemingly simple ;)


18

The factory was slowly getting silent. Machines stopping, people getting to the changing room and showering before heading home. Squall was sitting in the lunch room reading the day’s newspaper, mostly to pass time. He preferred letting the others finishing before he showered. Today he was restless.

He had found the colours he wished to use in the store close to the factory. It was a small store with rather high prices, but it was good paint and just what he wanted. Only certain marks on his body stopped him from getting into the shower room.

Almost four days had gone and he still had bruises around his throat. It wasn’t fair that he bruised so deeply. Or maybe it was the cop being so rough? It sure didn’t… always feel so bad. Squall quickly concentrated on the article in front of him as his body tightened.

Damn. Couldn’t he even think about certain things without having his body betray him? It was bothersome because it hadn’t happened before. He’d been quite proud about his ability to keep himself disciplined while humouring certain memories and thoughts.

After close to an hour the last worker slipped of and Squall hurried to the changing room. The water was hardly warm, but it didn’t matter. He only wanted to get the sweat off his body and to that you only needed water. Wrapping the towel around his hips, he returned to the changing room. The youth almost stopped at the sight of the three men getting naked.

Damn.

Squall quickly ignored them and tried to hurry to his clothes without looking like he did. He so didn’t need this tonight. In the corner of his eye he saw the large man come and stand beside him, leaning a hand against the wall.

“Thought you had escaped us, princess?” Craig leered but Squall didn’t dignify him with an eye.

He slipped his jeans on and dried his hair with the towel. Hopefully the man wouldn’t notice the bruises. They were on the other side on him so if Craif didn’t move, they would go unnoticed. Squall almost hissed feraly as Craig took the bag with the paint.

“What’s this? Playing with colours like a girl?” The brute sneered.

Squall took on a t-shirt with high neck and long arms before snatching the bag from the man and stuffing it in his backpack. He continued dressing in his boots and jacket.

“Do you do broidery too? That’s fitting for a princess, maybe you should make it for a living?” Craif chuckled and shifted closer.

Close enough that Squall’s whole body tensed in the invasion of personal space. He glared up to warn the thug to do anything. It just seemed to amuse the man.

“Got any more brainless comments?” He hissed and the man eyed him before grinning.

The other two was standing a few steps back, amusedly watching their exchange. Craig leaned closer and his eyes racked Squall’s body in a way that was all too familiar.

“Yeah, why don’t you suck me off? We know you do it for a living, right? I got money.” He leered and tried to stroke his chin.

Squall made a sound close to a growl and wiped the hand away with a harsh smack. He took his things and close to stormed off. The men laughed behind him and fuelled his anger even more. Control. Think of racing. Wind in your ears. Power under you. Don’t think about the taste of blood in your mouth from how much you wanted to smash that face in.

Once out by his bike, he had calmed down. As always. His rage was short lived and that was how he wished to have it. Lasting emotions was a hindrance.

Hearing his bike purr under him calmed him even more. The pictures of his drawings were allowed to seep back. He needed to have them finished. It was weeks left but he felt stressed anyway.

Back home at familiar grounds he groaned as he saw a certain car outside the apartment building. Not again. Damn it, couldn’t the cop take a week’s break or something?

Squall stopped by the beginning of the stair, breathing deeply. He’d tell him to fuck of and don’t disturb him so much. Riiiight. That would work. Or just tell the cop about the challenge and that Squall really, really needed time. Could work. Maybe.

He twisted the helmet in his hand. His stomach was fluttering, he felt weak. Hyne. He wasn’t nervous was he? The youth had told off countless of guys and girls. Why was it always so difficult with the cop? He took a couple deep breaths again and started ascending but then stopped.

Damn it. It wasn’t half as hard as he thought. Just get up and kick out the man. Better yet. Don’t open the door until he had disappeared. Just tell him about the challenge and don’t open the door until he was down the stairs. Yeah. That’ll work.

New resolve tight n his mind, Squall ascended the stairs. The lights had been partly fixed in the building. On floor two all was working, though up and down from there you’d be happy if every third light worked.

Outside his apartment he didn’t have a light in five meters, giving the cop plenty of shadows to melt into. But Squall was searching and easily found the cop. Partly for the flashing smirk as Squall found the man.

The brunet crossed his arms over his chest and set his jaw stubbornly. The blond padded closer without giving a sound. It was creepy to not hear one step even as he was straining to make out the sound.

“You look extraordinary strung up.” The cop purred and Squall had to tilt his head back to fixate the green eyes.

“I don’t have time.”

“I have some drawings I need to finish.” He quickly added as the blond was to say something.

It made the cop only smirk and not stop. Squall hissed as he was forcefully kissed and backed into his door. He hit the chest and had his upper arms caught in strong hands. Twisting against the man didn’t help, the mouth just continued to harass his throat or ear.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear what I said? I need to finish those drawings this month!” he growled and parried a thigh that tried pressing between his legs.

“I heard you. You’ll have plenty of time for that. I’ll only steal a couple hours.” Almasy grinned and forced his leg between Squall’s.

“Hell no!” The youth growled and twisted and squirmed.

He started fighting to get lose but avoided using more hurtful tricks. His hands was caught and forced above his head. The brunet snapped after the man but his teeth didn’t catch anything. Seifer gripped both wrists in one hand and squeezed his buttock hard enough to have Squall whimper in pain.

The distraction made it possible for a strong leg to spread Squall’s and rub up, having him shudder and bite his lip to keep quiet. The youth growled and twisted, bringing his leg up to try and knee the bastard in the side. Seifer foresaw the intention and painfully gripped the leg under the knee and forced it up too far for comfort.

Squall gasped sharply as the cop thrust hard against him. Three such hard thrusts were enough to make him painfully hard. He moaned as the blond made heavy rotating moves, pleasuring them both.

“Fuck you.” Squall hissed as he recognised his defeat mere thrusts away.

The cop chuckled.

“I could be satisfied with a blow job, but you wouldn’t, would you?” The cop murmured and thrust hard against the youth, eliciting a moan.

The brunet was kissed hard again, forced to submit harshly and it made him moan. The grinding intensified and Squall whimpered in the kiss. He gasped once allowed to breath.

“Not here.” He gasped desperately.

He yelped as his ear was bit and groins grinded hard against each other.

“Where’s the key?” The cop growled and only pressed against him.

“I’ll get it.” Squall breathed, desperately trying to get back in control of himself.

“Where?” the blond growled again and rubbed hard against him.

Squall moaned deeply and bit his lip.

“Pocket. Jeans pocket.” He moaned and let his leg fall once it was released.

Almasy easily found it and shifted the hand around Squall’s wrists to be able to use it. They stumbled into the apartment, Squall trying to get lose and the cop only holding harder. The door banged close and darkness enveloped them.

“Release me.” Squall demanded and tugged his hands in the strong hold.

The youth hissed as he was kissed harshly and pressed up against the wall instead, hands above head. He twisted from the kiss but gasped sharply as a hand stroked him hard before manipulating his difficult jeans.

“Wait. I need to drink something.” Squall gasped.

It wasn’t a try to delay things, he seriously needed to drink something. His mouth and throat felt like sandpaper. Seifer made a frustrated growl before releasing him. Shakily Squall took of his jacket and shoes before walking into the kitchen and lightening. The brunet could practically feel the frustrated lust oozing of the man in the hall, and it had him shivering violently enough for it to be visible at his hands.

He took a glass of water and swallowed it quickly. Hyne, his body was behaving erratically. He was so hard it was visible through his jeans. Squall jumped as there was movement in the corner of his eye. Turning, he was cornered against the counter.

The blond had those strange clothes he’d had in the bar. The purple vest was sleeveless and was tight around the well trained torso. The dark pants were of a textile Squall couldn’t put a name on. Not jeans and not leather. The outfit made the blond look very, very much like a brute. Not at all like a man of the law. He looked even more dangerous than when in his uniform.

It made Squall’s body tense and his heart race. It made him feel something akin to fear. A hand was placed at either side of his hips by the counter and the youth leaned backwards as the blond’s face came very close to his own. The dangerous smirk was plastered on him. That smirk which was neither friendly nor hostile. Just… unnervingly dangerous.

“What’s this? Trembling?” The blond huskily asked against his lips.

“No.” The brunet denied and yet knew it was lie.

He was so hard and hot it flushed his face, made his eyes somewhat dilated and had his heart race crazily. As the blond started to open his jeans, Squall put his hands automatically to stop him, but the blond only continued and called Squall’s bluff. He gasped as his jeans were yanked down quickly followed by his briefs. The youth moaned deeply as his hard cock bounced in the free and his naked buttocks pressed against the cold sink.

The blond freed himself and Squall groaned at the sight of the hard, large cock. His own length looked small lined up beside the other. Squall didn’t fight it as his t-shirt was dragged of him. He jumped as his throat was circled by one large hand and the thumb stroked the bruises. With that grip and help from the other had, he was lifted onto the counter. Squall squirmed and whimpered at the coldness.

He spread his legs for the blond and circled them behind him, taking support with his hands at the counter.

“How hard do you want it?” Almasy growled against his lips and tightened the hand just marginally.

“Hard.” Squall gasped and held open his hand when urged.

A little package of lube was placed in it and he shakily opened it. His mouth was abused while he stroked the cop. Feeling the girth of the thing in his hand made him feel weak.

“Like daddy’s cock? Want to have it ram you?” Seifer bit his lips and Squall whimpered.

“Yes, ram your hard cock in me daddy.” Squall moaned, feeling a blush explode in his face.

They shifted somewhat and the cop stroked the cock head over Squall’s twitching anus. Seifer used the throat grip to press him backwards against the wall, making his hips scoot forward. Squall gasped sharply as the cock pressed inside. He cried out sharply as the whole thing ploughed inside until balls pressed against ass.

He was gasping and twitching and jolting desperately. His body arched and relaxed on its own. The pain was almost unbearably and still it made his eyes fall close in pleasure and his cock tighten and twitch. His stomach was being stroked together with his legs and sides.

The brunet gasped at one sudden hard, short thrust. Another similar and he arched as it brushed his prostate. Squall moaned loudly as the cop started thrusting short and hard in him. It teased his prostate mercilessly and had him gasping and arching erratically. His hands sought for something to grip and clawed at the metal counter.

His whole body sparked in pleasure. Every hard, short thrust brushing over his special spot was making him gasp and moan. Squall gasped and his eyes opened wide as the hand squeezed hard around his throat. He fervently gripped the strong fingers to no avail. Pleasure burst out in him like a volcano.

It made his head spin and breathing come in shallow gasps between the high pitched moans. The youth desperately fisted himself only to have his wrist caught and forced down beside him. Squall let go of the hand to fist himself, only to have the cop choke him.

He arched and chocked on his moans before he got a grip of the fingers and could pry them lose enough to get back his air. The cop picked up his pace. Slamming into him hard enough to make it smack between them. Squall opened his mouth while his eyes feel almost close.

So close. Every thrust threatened to burst him. To knock him over the edge. He concentrated on that inner pleasure mindless of his high moans.

Suddenly the door bell blared and he jolted. Reality trying to slam back into him, but pleasure having him too hard in its grip. When the bell called again, Squall clawed the hand around his throat, squirming to have the blond stop.

Who ever was out there definitely heard them. The blond would have none of it and only held him hard, slammed inside him more determinate. Squall made a choked cry even as he knew someone heard them.

Pleasure was rising in him. He felt his orgasm coming and nothing stopping it. He cried out sharply as he came. Shooting white semen over his stomach up to his chest. The blond grunted and rammed him hard a couple times before pressing deeply and filling him.

Squall tried to get up before his head had stopped spinning. His heart was still racing and his breathing still fast and uneven. Still he didn’t get far with the cock up his ass and the cop between his legs. His hand and throat were freed and he put a shaking hand against the broad chest. The door blared again.

“The door. I need… the door.” Squall gasped and pushed harder.

Slowly the cop withdrew and helped him stand. While Squall buttoned his jeans, Seifer picked up the discarded t-shirt. Squall desperately tried to fix his clothing and before opening he paused to calm down. Hoping he didn’t look as newly fucked as he felt, he opened.

Violet eyes quickly took in his state and strangely relief and then irritation swept over the face. Squall recognised Irvine as the co-worker to the cop and felt a blush blossom in his face.

“I need to speak with Seifer.” The cop said without even asking if the blond was there.

Squall silently stepped aside for him to get inside, feeling embarrassed to death. He rested his forehead against the door as Irvine had disappeared into the kitchen and he had closed the door. Hyne what would the man think of him? He must have heard everything. The walls weren’t very thick and… Squall had been very loud he feared.

“For fuck’s sake, leave me alone when I’m not fucking working!” Seifer growled from the kitchen.

“Han Jan’s gang is dead. Every single on of them.” Irvine said with a tight, terse tone.

“Good riddance.” Seifer sneered.

Squall contemplated going out in the kitchen but found he couldn’t move. Maybe he shouldn’t intrude on them? Seemed as if it was job talk and rather important. Squall sneaked past the kitchen door and only glanced at the men. Seifer was drinking from a package of juice and Irvine stood by the door, back tense and shoulders rigid. He’d have to make the cop buy more juice.

Squall silently disappeared into the bedroom and once there didn’t know what to do.

“They were massacred. Everyone. Only Han Jan and his closest bodyguards survived because they were off somewhere.” Irvine continued.

“Pity.” Seifer growled.

Irvine made some frustrated sound.

“With a gunblade!”

The close to roar silenced both men. Squall found himself listening in on them. He shouldn’t but couldn’t help himself and they didn’t leave his apartment for this.

“Don’t give me that!” Irvine hissed.

“What you did was foolish and stupid and criminal!” The red-head went on.

“Me? I haven’t done a thing. Had it been me that fucking Han Jan had been a goner.” Seifer growled.

“Don’t take me for an idiot. Who else is capable of taking out that number with a gunblade?!” Irvine hissed furiously.

Then he made an aggravated sound, probably because the blond did something stupid. Squall swallowed hard. Of course Seifer wouldn’t have massacred anyone? He was a cop and cops didn’t kill but in self-defence. Right?

“When are you going to stop this idiocy?” The red-head asked.

“What I do is none of your fucking business. Is it the captain that’s sent you again?” Seifer hissed and Squall saw the other man back out into the hall.

“No, it’s not.” Irvine answered tightly.

Seifer was leaning both hands at each door post and was glaring at the other man. Squall slipped around the corner and out of sight. His heart was racing for some reason.

“Then don’t come and give me a load of crap.” Almasy hissed.

“It’s not a load of crap! How are we supposed to back you up when you go and do stupid things on your own?!” Irvine shouted and Squall blinked.

It made him feel uneasy to have the two men shouting.

“I. Did. Not.” Seifer growled.

Irvine sneered.

“Right, whatever. Asshole.” He muttered and the door opened.

No comment followed the red-head who banged close the door in anger. Silence settled in the apartment and Squall padded over to the window. He saw Irvine storm out and get into a car.

“Sorry about that.”

The youth jumped high and turned around. How the blond had been able to sneak up so close he didn’t know.

“Who’s Han Jan?” He asked lowly.

It wasn’t his business but you couldn’t accuse him for being curious. They had been shouting straight next to him after all.

“One of the punks that made that crossfire a couple days ago.” The blond answered and gazed through the window over Squall’s shoulder.

There were annoyed lines in the handsome face. The jaws were tight and the body rigid in a way Squall wasn’t custom to see the cop.

“That which had your friend killed?” The brunet asked softly.

“Yeah.” Almasy close to growled.

Squall studied the man. Surely Seifer hadn’t killed them?

“You can handle a gunblade?” He asked and the cop nodded.

A gunblade was a rather old weapon. The first was made close to hundred years ago when gunpowder was starting to be used as firearms. Today’s gunblades weren’t as heavy and ugly. He’d seen rather beautiful ones in magazines. Apparently they were very difficult to handle and still a close range weapon though it could shot bullets.

Squall eyed the cop again. No, he hadn’t killed anyone. The brunet was quite sure of it. The blond was still a cop and… just maybe it was true as he had said. Had it been Seifer no one had survived. It made the brunet shiver and cross his arms.

He had never thought about the cops as potential killers. But they were. They trained to shoot to kill and either had done it or was prepared to do it if necessary. That thought made you stop to think.

“I have drawings to make.” He said silently, not quite looking the man in the eyes.

“Don’t let Irvine scare you. We’re cops, we have to kill sometimes.” Seifer said softly and forced eye contact by catching his jaws.

Squall nodded and backed away.

He stood by the window and saw the blond go to his car. What was it about dangerous men that enticed you so?