To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: lemon… yaoi…


22

He felt awkward and very much out of place. Though it was only distant statements his brain made somewhere. The lounging room might have been cosy and had a homey feeling to some, to Squall it was an alien place he rather not be at.

Somehow his leather clad rigid figure didn’t fit into the warm small room with its red plush armchairs and sofa and fire place and expensive looking table. He opted to stand by the large windows and look down at the small humans and cars.

It had taken him an extra half an hour to the hour he had taken to find this place. Of course he knew what the building looked like. He’d seen pictures of it in magazines, but that was beside the point.

She was late. Ten minutes so far, but it was enough to make him tense and nervous. It still felt so unreal. Like someone would jump out of hiding and telling him it was all a joke. As the door suddenly opened, he jumped and turned around.

The elegant blonde woman entered and closed the heavy door silently. She smiled at him and walked over to the window, high heels making clicking noises against the floor.

“Squall, you look like you rather not be here.” Trepe smiled and Squall looked away, embarrassed.

“I’m not used to these parts.” He said lowly and she nodded.

She motioned for the sofa and table.

“It’s a matter of getting used to it. How is the studying coming?” She asked and sat down with elegant moves.

The brunet took a seat in an armchair. He was proud of himself for his composure. Sure, he was excited at talking to his idol again, but this time he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

“Good.” He answered though it wasn’t entirely truthful.

He had made serious efforts this time. Having a goal such as this gave him strength he didn’t know he possessed. He had been shocked at the difficulty however. Yes, it had been yeas since he studied, but he had though it wouldn’t change much. Quistis eyed him in a way that looked like she didn’t entirely believe him.

“Good, but don’t be afraid to use my offer, I will pay whatever you need in your studies.” She said gently and Squall nodded.

She eyed him for another moment then gave him the folder she had carried.

“I don’t know how familiar you are with how to become an artist?” She asked as Squall studied the material.

It was papers about schools and how to do things.

“You go to an artist school and hope to make good enough works to get recognised?” The brunet suggested.

Trepe nodded.

“Yes, most go that way. Making a few paintings to the school’s exhibition and hoping to be recognised, or maybe make a little money and afford a better school. There’s other ways of course. Rich people can make their own exhibitions and that way reach the public, though they often don’t last once they can’t afford it any longer.” She told him and Squall nodded.

He was familiar with what money could do. After all, art and other cultural things were all about reaching the people. Even a bad artist could get famous if enough people knew about he/she.

“If we would do this a more right way, you should take your grades and then enter a beginner art school to work your way up. But it’ll take at least five years what with the little publicity such students receive.” Quistis continued and he nodded.

He knew that, though he didn’t know there was another way. Except that maybe Quistis influence could give him some good merits and have him enter good schools that often led quickly too success.

“So, I will instead give you lessons in art myself while you take the needed courses on the side. When I feel you have reached appropriate standards, we will start to show your work and hopefully catch the eye of some important people.” She explained and he stared at her.

Then he nodded. Sounded good though hard.

“Mss. Trepe…” He started.

“Call me Quistis. We’re going to work really close after all.” She smiled and he nodded though felt uncomfortable with being so familiar with her.

“I might not be as good as you think.” He said lowly and she arched an eyebrow.

“Do you doubt my capability of seeing a talent?” She asked and he felt a cold shiver run through him.

“No, I just…” He didn’t know what to say and she gave him a small smile again.

“Don’t worry. I realise the challenge in this and I have full confidence that you’ll work hard.”

Squall looked away when feeling uncomfortable. To have someone believe in him so much made him almost physically ill. When it didn’t come to racing, he was uncomfortable with such belief.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful but…” He paused and eyed her.

She was silent and looked as if she knew what he was about to ask.

“I know my own situation and the rarity of this… offer and… I wonder why?” He finished, stomach knotting.

He didn’t want to offend her, but still he had to know. She smiled which calmed him somewhat. Then she nodded.

“I was surprised you didn’t ask the first time. It’s really simple, actually. I saw you at the gallery and your outlay about my painting was fascinating. I admit, I had you checked. Hadn’t you come to the “West gallery” I would have contacted you in other ways. Anyway, I wanted to see if such a street looking kid could actually know a thing or two about art. I was surprised at your ability.” She explained.

Squall eyed her. Not exactly an answer.

“Didn’t satisfy you?” She smiled, he didn’t acknowledge it but didn’t seem to need to either.

“A couple associates at the gallery you visited said some ill remarks about slum kids I… took offence. At first I just wanted to see if you actually knew anything about art just to make a point, and it escalated to this.” Quistis explained and Squall looked away.

Sounded good. He looked back at her as she suddenly moved closer. Her blue, striking eyes held a hard edge of seriousness.

“Squall, I won’t hold you to this. I have offered you this for free and won’t use it against you later on. Though it would be nice to be mentioned when you’re famous.” She smiled and the seriousness lightened.

It made him move his own lips. It wasn’t enough for a stranger to know he was smiling though. She leaned back.

“You take that folder with you. We won’t start our lessons until you have that full elementary grade in your hand. For now I want you to fully concentrate on that. There’re some tip-offs about good books in there too. If you have to buy additional books just send me the bill and I’ll put money on your account.” She concluded and rose.

Squall followed, yet again having had his doubts eased.

*****

The ride home was slow as traffic was thick and he had no wish to break the laws even if he could have shortened the time with half the amount. Gilgamesh, his bike, purred under him like a big cat. When he easily put on a little speed to get past a couple cars, it responded instantly and strongly.

It made him almost shudder in excitement close to that of pleasure. It was a long time since they had pushed the limits together. A car honked at him and he looked at the driver. There were four youths in it, probably students from some fine school and even finer homes. He arched an eyebrow though they couldn’t see it. At the next red light the car raced the engine and they all taunted him for a race.

Squall smiled for himself. Idiots. As the lights came close to turning he gave them the finger before speeding off. He was miles away before they even knew what had happened. Once he had started, it was hard to slow down and go back to following the law.

Instead he broke the speed limit just marginally and zick-zacked between the cars. It didn’t take long until he was back in familiar waters. Where the houses had seen better days and windows were broken or behind bars and where the people walked around armed if they could hide the weapon efficiently.

Still, Squall was comfortable here. He knew his way around, knew the unspoken laws that no cop could proclaim. This was his home, he guessed. This was where he had grown-up and this was where he would always live. There was comfort to have in these familiar grounds.

As he slowly rolled home, he noticed a car he was familiar with outside the apartment building. Parking his bike and walking up to the building, he took his time eyeing the car. It wasn’t the cop’s but still he recognised it. Walking inside he gritted his teeth at the sight of his landlord. The sleazy man eyed him and crossed his arms over his chest. Squall had paid the months rent and for once was on zero with the man, so he couldn’t complain about that.

“You got a customer, been waiting for some time too.” The man said with a distinguished leer.

“I’m not a whore.” Squall growled and glared at the man until he squirmed uneasily.

“His been waiting for a while anyway.” The landlord muttered and took out his smokes too get a reason to look away from the freezing glare.

Satisfied the man had been subdued, Squall ascended the stair. Now what? He didn’t know enough people to have them coming to his apartment. To his knowledge only a couple old acquaintances and the cop with friends knew where he lived. Maybe Quistis too, she had said she had checked him.

Stepping up and seeing the redhead made him arch an eyebrow. He couldn’t be looking for Seifer now, could he? It made the brunet narrow his eyes. Or was he looking for a fuck just like the cop? Well, he wouldn’t get it anyway. The man jumped as Squall approached, obviously taken off guard.

The auburn haired man straightened from the wall and gave a squashy smile. He wasn’t in his uniform but had a long light brown coat and jeans. The long hair was caught in a lose tail at his neck. Squall stared at him and stopped beside his door, not eager to open anytime soon.

“Hello.” The man said and Squall arched an eyebrow.

Irvine scratched his head.

“Seifer has been shoot.” He said calmly.

At the words a strange spike of pain shot through the brunet. Like every nerve in his body suddenly twitched unnaturally. It constricted his breathing and made his heart force through the beatings.

“No need to worry, he’ll survive.” The man quickly reassured.

Squall stood expressionless. Did he need reassurance? Surely not. Though just for a moment there… it had been something. Fear? That the cop might have died? No… or? He swallowed. Yes, it had been fear, but it wouldn’t be so strange of he would miss the man, right? The sex was rather good…

“He wants you to come to the hospital.” This made Squall blink in surprise.

“Why?” He asked.

His voice sounded distant. As if his brain still couldn’t quite process the information that had been slapped at him. Irvine eyed him before sighing and shrugging.

“Don’t ask me how a idiot thinks.” He smiled.

He nodded and only went inside to shrug of his backpack with the folder. Downstairs, the landlord was standing outside the entrance and he eyed the two men like he knew some dirty secret. Squall wished he could beat some sense into the man, but it was stupid to risk his apartment for that little satisfaction.

Irvine waited out on the road while Squall got his bike. Straddling the vehicle, Squall stared at his hand. It was slightly shaking. He fisted it hard. Why? His heart was still pounding harshly but not so fast. The brunet put on the helmet. Silly.

He followed the cop back to the more refined parts of Delling. He was a little surprised as they pulled up to a smaller hospital. Maybe the cops often used it for their injured officers? The hospital had a little underground parking garage where they put their vehicles. Squall had to park further away in the lots for bikes and the auburn haired man stood waiting at the elevators for him.

He was eyed rather lewdly as he walked closer. The youth couldn’t help but make a little staring of his own. The cop didn’t look bad. Tall and slender with that auburn mane and violet eyes. They silently entered the elevator and Irvine leaned back against the wall.

“What happened?” Squall asked lowly.

“He was being an idiot as usually.” Irvine answered and Squall arched an eyebrow.

Violet eyes met his and the cop smiled as he realised it was hardly an adequate answer.

“Seifer sometimes has very unorthodox and dangerous methods to finish something. Sure, he gets the job done and quickly so, but puts himself and sometimes others at risks.” He explained.

Somehow it didn’t surprise the brunet. The blond seemed to be just such an enigma.

“This time he taunted someone holding a gun and got shot for it, even if he took down the idiots after.” Irvine murmured and looked away.

Squall arched an eyebrow. Why would anyone taunt someone holding a gun? That sounded suicidal and he had never gotten the impression the blond somehow harboured such depressing thoughts.

“Is he suicidal?” He asked and Irvine chuckled.

They exited the elevator.

“Hell no, but it gave him legitimate reason to kill the man.” The cop explained softly and it made Squall feel… strange.

What did such a thing tell you about a person? That he could go to such lengths just to kill a person? Irvine must have seen the question in his eyes and smiled rather grimly.

“It was someone he didn’t really like.” The cop said softly.

The youth eyed the taller man. Had it anything to do with what they had argued about in his apartment?

“Was it about… what happened before? You accused him of killing someone?” Squall asked softly and surprised entered the violet eyes.

“And here I though you couldn’t put two and two together. Yes, it was. It was one of the gangster boss’s responsible for the cross-fire.” The cop explained.

The brunet nodded. He felt weird. Like his subconscious made dangerous conclusions and sent out blaring warnings, but he just couldn’t coop with them and understand. Instead he shut them away. It was bothersome to have feelings mix with logic.

“Maybe you’re regretting ever getting involved with him?” Irvine smirked and Squall snorted.

“Like I had a choice.” He muttered and it made the man chuckle.

They came to a halt by a glass door covered with full-length white curtains. Irvine sauntered inside and Squall followed. The hospital room was entirely in white and all windows covered with the long white curtains. The blond was bare-chested and sitting up with his back propped against pillows. He was reading some magazine and looked too healthy for being shot.

His left shoulder was heavily bandaged and his arm bound to his body. His waist was also heavily bandaged and he had all the drops you usually had. Probably painkillers and water or something. The blond looked up and gave a wolfish smirk before putting away the magazine.

“What’s this? No flowers?” He smirked and Squall frowned.

“What I’ve heard, you don’t deserve it.” The brunet said defiantly and the blond gave a knowing half glare to the redhead.

Irvine went to the windows to look out before turning them his back and folding his arms.

“You should be grateful I comply too your silly requests.” The man growled and Seifer waved him off.

Green eyes captured him and Squall was quite astounded to recognise the lust there. As he held out the hand to urge Squall closer, the youth suspiciously steeped closer but out of range.

“Why’d you drag me here?” He asked calmly.

“Because sex is the best painkiller.” He said with a lopsided grin.

Irvine coughed as if shocked and Squall glared, crossing his arms. Still he couldn’t be angry or irritated. He just felt a sense of… relief.

“Idiot, you think I’ll do anything here?” He said calmly and sat down at the foot of the bed much to the cop’s disappointment.

“Don’t be a smartass; I’ll not be in this bed forever.” The cop sneered and urged him closer.

Squall scooted a little closer, but the blond would have to lean forward to touch him. Apparently the effort wasn’t worth it and instead Seifer reached inside the nightstand and took out what looked to be a business card. The youth’s eyes narrowed as it was reached out to him. For a moment he just eyed the man. No, he wasn’t going to take any risks. Carefully with the tips of two fingers he took the card, which made the blond grin wickedly.

“You’re really a suspicious creature, aren’t you?” He hummed, both now knowing the trap Squall had avoided.

“You give me reason to be.” Squall snorted as he read the card.

He had never seen the name and it didn’t ring any bells.

“What’s this?”

“A business card.”

“I can see that, it’s not your name so I guess it’s not yours.” Squall said sarcastically and made the cop smirk.

“No, he’s a good teacher and a friend. You tell him I sent you and he’ll help you.” The blond explained.

Irvine walked up beside the youth and took the card to look at it.

“I don’t need a tutor.” Squall bit out.

Even if he needed one, it felt humiliating to get help like this. He accepted the card once Irvine was done with it.

“Just go see him.” Almasy muttered.

Squall eyed the card again. Maybe he would, but not because the cop told him to. He put it in his pocket. He eyed the man. Just days, hardly a week, ago the man had been in his apartment literally fucking with his life. Why did he get so alarmed at the notion that their acquaintance could have ended? Why did his stomach clench as he realised just what kind of dangerous job being a cop was?

The brunet jumped as a hand was waved in front of him. He glared into green eyes and the blond grinned.

“A warning would be nice.”

“What?” Squall asked incredulously.

“Before you take off and leave your body. You better not do that in public, could give the wrong guy ideas.” Seifer leered and the youth’s lips took a down turn.

The cop held out his hand and Squall stared at it as if it being an alien creature. He crossed his arms in defiance which made Almasy grin in a dangerous way. For once, Squall had the upper hand. He didn’t think the man would bother getting up just to chase him around. Apparently the blond knew just what went around in the youth’s head, if the sharp eyes were any indicator.

“Come here, don’t be difficult.” He murmured.

“I said no. Are you out of your mind? We’re in a hospital.” Squall felt the need to put up arguments.

A sudden click as if a lock being turned made him look over his shoulder. Irvine smirked, still with his hand on the lock. The brunet glared at the blond who only smirked. His body started churning in ways he found quite disturbing. It was nothing erotic or even exiting thinking about having sex in a hospital. That was just… kinky in a way he absolutely wasn’t.

Green eyes, however, ordered him closer and the longer he glared into them, the weaker he felt. Hyne, when had that started? Since when had anyone been able to order him around with a look? Just to spite himself, he clenched his jaws and stubbornly sat still. The cop chuckled.

“Is my kitten in a stubborn mood?” Seifer chuckled and Squall showed his teeth angrily.

“I’m not your fucking kitten or pet or whatever. Just what can you do with a fucked up arm and torso anyway?” He hissed and the leer he received just knotted his stomach and made certain regions start to throb.

He jumped as a hand suddenly stroked his groin and hot lips pressed down on his mouth. Hissing, Squall twisted away from the man, feeling hotness creep up his cheeks. Dark, violet eyes looked at him in amusement. Squall leaned backward as the auburn haired man pressed between his legs and pursued the broken kiss.

He was swelling in an alarming rate and in panic he gripped the insistent hand rubbing him. His legs were spread demandingly and the youth leaned backward enough so that he had to brace himself against a hand.

“Don’t worry, lovely, just be really quiet and no one will know.” Irvine hummed against his lips.

Squall swallowed hard as lips feathered on his own. He gripped the rubbing hand hard enough to have it stop and a little pain enter those violet eyes.

“I said no.” He repeated though his voice was roughened and he did not wish to know just how red faced he was.

The lanky cop tilted his head and leaned backward slightly. Squall carefully took a breath in relief. Surely they couldn’t be stupid enough to engage in anything in a hospital? That was just… idiocy.

Suddenly something heavy came down around his throat and Squall was forced at his back with a frightened yelp. A naked ankle lay around his throat and efficiently trapped him against another. He stared up at the blond who seemed shamefully amused. The brunet made a growling sound and yanked at the leg; it just squeezed tighter and threatened to cut of his air. Squall arched and gasped, desperately holding the strong leg to stop it from chocking him.

He jolted and gasped sharply as his groin was rubbed. Hyne be damned! This just wasn’t fair! He’d been so careful and then the cop went and did something so underhanded as to use his legs. Squall bucked angrily as his belt was unbuckled and his pants opened.

“Stop!” He demanded and dared to use a hand to try and fend of the cop.

“Hush, or do you want the hospital staff come running?” Seifer smirked and the youth shoot him a deadly glare.

Seifer crooked his head, looking as if he wasn’t at all holding the struggling youth with his legs. A jingling of metal made them both look to Irvine. Squall’s eyes widened as he saw the cuffs dangling from a long finger.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare!” He hissed angrily and struggled sharply.

It only made the blond hold tight enough to cut of his air and have him desperately yanking at the foot. His jacket was gripped and yanked down his shoulders.

“Let’s take off this first.” Irvine purred giddily.

The brunet sent him a gasping glare. Still, it was all he could do to hold the leg trying to suffocate him. As the jacket came off, cold metal circled his wrists. Squall gasped and coughed lightly as he was let to breathe again. Defeated, he held on to the ankle when not knowing what to do with his hands. Maybe if he lay just passively they would take the hint?

So he didn’t fight it as slender hands crept under his t-shirt and manipulated his nipples. The youth tried concentrating at something else. He started counting and rehearsing procedures in the factory. It worked as his length stopped swelling and so lay uninterested.

“Real cute, kitten. Did you think that would work?” The blond murmured, his voice rougher than before.

Squall shot him a glare but still concentrated on the procedures. Irvine chuckled before biting a nipple and licking it mercilessly. Shoes and trousers were taken off. The brunet had to use will power to not shudder and give into the tingling residing in his body. It became increasingly harder as his briefs were taken off too and he was as good as naked.

Cunning hands ran the length of his body; a hot mouth travelled his spread thighs and just ghosted past his groin. The youth made a whimper as Irvine sucked him hard enough to leave a hickey at his inner thigh. He arched and gasped as he was suddenly and brutally gulfed down and sucked. Just as quickly he was let go and his thighs sucked and teased again.

Squall jolted and grunted as he yet again was attacked and sucked down entirely. He gasped and involuntarily shuddered as he was sucked hard and demandingly. Then he was let go again. He closed his eyes and desperately tried finding back to the boring factory thinking.

His legs were raised and the brunet bit his lip hard as a wet tongue swiped over his anus. After a couple licks, Irvine delved in and viciously thrust his tongue at the hole. Squall gasped and arched. He bit his lip hard to fight back the pleasure. It was almost impossible as the skilled man mercilessly attacked his anus with licks and sucking and stabbing.

Suddenly he stopped. The youth’s eyes widened and he arched harshly as his swollen length was swallowed whole yet again. He grunted as two fingers thrust inside him. No, no, no. His gland was found and he breathlessly opened his mouth in a silent cry of pleasure.

He couldn’t stop it as his body was attacked so viciously. Irvine hummed with him all the way down and Squall moaned deeply. His feet found support at the bed and he fought hard to not move his hips too much. Still, the more he fought the pleasure, the harder it slammed down on him.

With a defeated whimper, he clenched his eyes hard and started moving up in the hot mouth and down on the fingers. A third finger entered him and he moaned. Irvine started bobbing his head and Squall relented, not being able to stop it anymore. Small helpless noises escaped him while he moved between the mouth and fingers. As four fingers pressed inside him, he complained in slight pain.

His cock was abandoned and slapped down at his abdomen with a wet sound. The edges of his stretched anus were licked while he was finger-fucked mercilessly. Squall arched and his breathing started coming harsh and forced, his heart beating insanely. He was close. The youth dared to fist himself and the legs started chocking him. The brunet protested soundly and gripped the legs. Irvine withdrew his fingers and opened his jeans.

“Want some cock instead?” He murmured, voice dark with lust.

“Take him here.” Seifer ordered darkly.

Squall looked up at the blond and saw the prominent tenting of the bed sheet. It made him close his eyes in a swirl of lust. Irvine took of his own shoes but nothing else. Squall didn’t fight it as he was released. Would have been foolish what with is heavy cock swaying between his legs.

Still, it felt humiliating crawling up along the bed. Even more so as the blond spread his legs but did nothing to help, leaving it up to Squall. He couldn’t look up as he revealed the big, proud member from the sheet. The cop was completely naked and yet it didn’t surprise the youth. The cop wearing a hospital grown would have.

His face felt hot and he was embarrassed beyond reason as he went down on his elbows while standing on his knees and without a word gripped the thick member. He licked it and shuddered when a heavy hand started petting his hair. Saliva slick fingers massaged his hole and a hand stroked the inside of his thigh.

Squall spread his legs some more, lust making his head spin. Hyne, this wasn’t happening. His body was raging in lust at his behaviour. He was urged to suck and he eagerly sucked in the thick head. He arched his back and presented his ass eagerly as his hips was gripped and a cock grinded between his buttocks.

“Slut. You’re as eager as a bitch in heat.” Almasy grunted as he pushed himself deeper in the wet mouth.

Squall moaned around the thick length and willingly went deeper on it. He was suddenly breached and he moaned deeply. Irvine teased his opening by just pushing the head back and forth. The auburn haired man grunted softly and let a hand massage the pale back. Squall found himself arching and bowing his back after the hand and moving his hips on the cock.

“He’s squeezing me like a vice.” Irvine murmured and pushed inside.

He didn’t stop pushing until he was completely buried. Squall breathed heavily. The lanky man wasn’t anywhere close to the blond’s size and went inside smooth and painless. He gagged as Almasy suddenly pressed him down too fast and too much. Irvine withdrew a handful before thrusting back in. Squall huffed at a couple of rough thrusts before he was filled completely and Irvine sighed heavily too keep from moaning.

“You haven’t loosened him at all.” The auburn haired man whined and started thrusting.

“Of course not. He’s a natural tight ass.” Seifer chuckled and Squall made a protesting noise and tried getting up from the cock.

He chocked and gagged as he was pressed down harshly. His hair was fisted and used to drag him up and down.

“What was that? Want some more cock in your greedy holes?” Almasy murmured and Squall pressed down in the bed to try and get up.

He shouted around the cock as Irvine withdrew almost completely before slamming back inside.

“Fuck the slut hard, he loves it that way.” The blond ordered and Irvine made a helpless moaning.

Squall protested as the cop started fucking him with abandon. Losing all restrictions and slamming inside his unresisting insides. Hyne, someone would hear them. Even if both men were disturbingly good at keeping quiet while Squall seemed to lack in that area. He chocked as the hard thrusts rocketed him down on the cock in his mouth. Irvine changed grip and angle behind him and the next thrust made Squall moan and shudder.

“Found your good spot, did I?” The man purred and leaned over him.

Squall closed his eyes tightly as his shoulder was bitten. Those long fingered hands were dancing up and down his torso. Making circles around his nipples before pinching them. He whimpered miserably as they ghosted along his rock hard cock. His hips were gripped again and the length withdrew slowly.

The redhead slowly grinded into his bundle of nerves. Slow moves that grated on that spot over and over. It had his head reeling in minutes and his body to tremble. Squall whimpered and rotated his hips. The brunet started bobbing his head on the saliva wet length and moaned in frustration. He grunted as Irvine gave a sudden hard thrust, sending spikes of pleasure through him.

The brunet moaned as the man continued with the slow moves. An endless grating that made him sweat and hump his hips for friction. Squall choked slightly as he was pushed down at the big cock. It was pulsing against his tongue and the back of his throat. He was granted a couple heavenly thrusts that had him moaning and arching his back for more. He made a frustrated noise as the man went back to that unsatisfying pumping.

“Come on Irvine, don’t tease the slut. Give him cock.” The blond chuckled.

The cock was pushed all the way inside and his neck was bitten while ghosting hands made his body writhe crazily.

“Aw, am I teasing you pretty? Want it harder? Want me to stroke you?” The cop murmured against his ear.

Squall moaned loudly in answer, wriggling his hips and arching the small of his back. His hip was gripped while the other hand splayed over his belly, just touching his straining erection. The youth wriggled his hips for things to continue. The cop started thrusting in him. Deep, hard thrusts that had him grunting in pleasure.

“Open up.” Almasy hoarsely ordered while cupping Squall’s head.

The brunet started swallowing as the big cock pressed past his mouth and continued down his throat. The hard penetration helped him on the way and he soon had it all. Suddenly he was fisted and stroked hard and fast.

His body reacted violently. The orgasm slammed down on him like a sledge hammer, forcing a cry from his filled throat and a hazy white to blind him. The constricting of his throat and anus milked the two cocks and made the cops grunt their completions. Squall was shaking and his head spinning, though that could be from lack of oxygen.

As he was let up off the cock, he coughed and gasped sharply. The blond pushed him down on the slowly softening organ and Squall licked and sucked it clean. Behind him Irvine gave a shaky sigh as he withdrew. Squall was let up and he sat at his legs, feeling sperm trickle from his body.

“Want me to come with you home? I can give you a full body massage.” The auburn haired man purred and kissed his throat.

Squall glared at the blond who looked too satisfied for his own good what with two bullet wounds in his body. Silently he got up from the bed while trying to determine if he was furious or just angry.

Why was he the only one mostly naked? He held out his cuffed hands to the cop. Irvine sighed and unlocked them before correcting his own clothing. The brunet tried not to think about what could have happened. Just about anyone could have walked in, even if the door was locked. What if someone had heard them? It made his face heat just thinking about it.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow too?” The blond grinned and Squall shot him a deadly glare.

“Maybe I should get a gun and shot off something really important?” He arched an eyebrow at the blond.

“You wouldn’t even know how to take aim.”

“Or I could use a butter knife.” Squall glared and went for the door.

He was definitely angry but he was too embarrassed to act on it. The blond just smirked.

“That would be interesting… with all close contact we would have to do.”

The brunet gritted his teeth and shot the man a acid glare before walking out and shutting the door in Irvine’s face. All the way down to the garage he though everybody looked at him. Of course they didn’t. Of course they couldn’t know about the awkwardness in his body or the trickling fluids. Why was it so hard to do anything when he felt so angry? Why couldn’t he just smack the man in the head and refuse to see him ever again like he could with anyone else?

By his motorcycle he sighed and stretched. And just why was it that he felt relief after having seen the blond good and healthy?


Author’s Note: *whistling* What? Me a slow writer? No, I don’t understand what you’re saying. ;^^

Anyway, *hrm*, our boys are not listening to what I say. I blame lame muses. Your words and reviews are a big help. You know I’d never leave you hanging, right?