To Trust A Cop

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PS.
I was on vacation for the last month and had no internet. I actually wrote a lot, but not very much on To Trust a Cop ;^^. Instead I started on other insane fics… That I have yet to post and don’t know if I will so don’t nag me about them :-P
DS.


24

He had the sensation of falling. Squall woke up with the reflexive jerk you get in such situations. Disoriented, he sleepily blinked at the dark apartment slightly lit by the light from the kitchen. For a long moment he couldn’t for the life of his figure out why he had awoken or why the light was on. Then a loud curse made his brain start functioning. With a smirk he snuggled down deeper in the bed as he knew how cold the apartment was.

“Hyne damn useless peace of junk!”

Squall smiled softly at the long curse which probably was directed at the coffeemaker the cop had brought one day. Obviously he couldn’t become a somewhat decent person until he’d had coffee and since he spent half the weeks in Squall’s bed a coffeemaker was a must. The youth curled up tighter under the cover and blinked sleepily at the blond as the man came in from the kitchen.

Green eyes easily caught him and glared. Squall couldn’t help being malicious over the obviously frozen cop. What with his perked nipples and goose bumps and all.

“Don’t look so fucking smug. You should tell that useless, fucking landlord of yours to fix some Hyne damn heat!” The blond growled but Squall still smirked.

“Serves you right, I told you not to stay but you did anyway.” Squall grunted, voice thick and rough because of it being early morning.

Seifer muttered something about idiots in a frozen box while he hastily redressed to jeans and sweater instead of the soft trousers.

“Didn’t hear any complaining yesterday-night.” Almasy pointed and Squall snorted.

He could tell the bastard that said bastard hadn’t given a person much room for talk.
Squall narrowed his eyes as the cop came crawling over him with that glint to the green eyes.

“Want me to join you under that blanket?” He murmured and Squall easily avoided nibbling lips and drew up his knees.

“No, I need to get ready.”

“Then why are you still in bed?”

“Because I can, you can’t because you start earlier than me.” Squall pointed out without hiding his malice at it.

“I could skip work.” Cleaver hands were finding their ways in under the blanket and Squall forced himself out of the bed to avoid them.

Used by the cold, he didn’t as much as shiver when putting warm naked feet to cold floor.

“No wonder Irvine always come looking for you.” Squall snorted as he grabbed a change of clothes.

“Don’t hide.” The cop complained.

Squall ignored him and locked himself in the bathroom. By now he knew the blond too well. He didn’t even want to keep track of all the times he’d been late because the cop had decided he wanted a little morning fun.

Once done and out, Seifer was already eating breakfast. The brunet silently went about his and noted absently all strange things in his little world. He hadn’t really noticed before, but the cop had dragged a lot of his things into Squall’s apartment. Clothes and stuff and his fridge had never held so much… food stuff. He didn’t know what to do with half of the things, except boil and roast it. There was more kitchenware too. Stuff he would never have bought or even thought about using.

When had he become so comfortable with this invasion of his private life? He didn’t quite know how, but somehow the sneaky bastard had succeeded to slither his way inside. Squall was almost sure he had some great plan for it. The cop blinked questioningly at him as Squall glared at the man before making breakfast.

Or maybe he had been just as oblivious as Squall and this was how he was? An invasive prick that thought the world belonged to him. Sounded about right.

“Okay… Mind telling me what that head of yours is thinking about before something violent occurs?”

Squall glared at the man for the comment. At least he was going to keep his thoughts private. Bastard. Green eyes were looking through him as if reading his mind when he sat down.

“Something tells me it’s about me.”

“Not everything spins around you.” Squall said dryly and got a chuckle for it.

“Oh, this is definitely about me.” Almasy leaned his elbows at the table while eyeing him.

Squall ignored him. Why was it that the blond always had to know everything? Was it because he was a cop or was it in his nature?

“Are you always this broody in the morning? Can’t be healthy.”

“Are you always so talkative? Your storage of words will be empty before you turn fifty.” Squall retorted and the cop smirked.

“Meet me at ‘Red Sun’ after work.”

Squall arched an eyebrow.

“Why?”

Seifer rolled his eyes.

“Do you always question everything?”

“When it comes to you…”

“Right, right, just be there.”

Squall shrugged. “Red Sun” was a smaller restaurant in his type of neighbourhood.

“I might be late…” he warned.

“Like that would be the first time.” The cop snorted before getting up.

*****

It had turned dark again when Squall left the factory. The wind was punishing everything daring to go outside. Small flakes of snow were mixed in the biting howling and the brunet shivered involuntarily before putting on his helm.

He had leather trousers and jacket that fit together so well it looked like a whole body suit. Together with the thick material he had high and heavy boots and thick gloves. He loved this outfit. Squall sometime wished he could wear it through the whole year because he really loved it.

The roads were ploughed and dry, still the brunet was damn careful. He had had disturbing thoughts the whole day. About this “bastard-invading-his-life-without-him-noticing” thing. Tell him around a year ago that he’d be sleeping under the same roof as the cop and he’d sneer at it.

The youth frowned and glared at nothing in particular. What irritated him the most was that, he hadn’t even noticed. Such things were dangerous. Was a “fuck-buddy” relation supposed to be like this? Didn’t the cop have others too?

Squall sighed and tried clearing his head as he entered busy streets. Finding the restaurant wasn’t a problem. The problem was to find a parking spot he was satisfied with. In these neighbourhoods he preferred an open spot where a lot of people passed by.

Once having parked the beauty, the brunet took off the helmet and entered the restaurant. The restaurant was foggy from smoke and the dusky light from the lamps at the tables didn’t help much. There were a few people by some window tables and a lone man by a round in the middle. Squall narrowed his eyes when easily recognising the blond. How come the cop always choose something furthest away from the entrance in some dark corner?

Green eyes followed him without hiding the appreciation for his leather clad form. Squall arched an eyebrow at the man when putting down his helmet and backpack on the seat opposite the cop.

“You’ve been here a while.” He observed when seeing a small basket that had contained garlic bread and a high glass of water.

“Got off work early. Why haven’t I seen those clothes before?”

Squall sat down and opened his jacket before taking off his gloves.

“Because you haven’t.” He answered simply.

Just maybe he had been careful with taking off and changing clothes. Just a little. What with the creativity the cop had you never knew and he had no wish to damage the leather. Green eyes narrowed at him.

“That is real leather, isn’t it?”

Squall shrugged when putting away the jacket and sweater under. Indoors it became extremely hot. Seifer leaned forward on his elbows.

“Just what other expensive clothes do you hide in those boxes of yours?” He purred and Squall narrowed his eyes.

“None...”

“…of my business, right. Just asking because you don’t have a work worthy of paying that.” The cop smirked but Squall frowned.

“If this is going to be some sort of interrogation…”

“Hyne, you’re sensitive. Lighten up will you.”

“With you around?” The brunet snorted.

They both leaned back as a waiter came. Squall let the blond handle the ordering of food and drink as he didn’t know what to take and wasn’t paying. The few times they had gone out to places like this, the blond had always paid. It was something about Squall being too stingy with his money to order something real for food.

“While we’re waiting, you can take care of this.” The cop muttered as he handed over a long tube packaged in some brown durable paper.

Squall twisted and turned it suspiciously in his hands. What now?

“Just open it already.” The cop urged impatiently.

The brunet contemplated pushing for details to this object but figured it’d go faster if he just opened it. Once the paper was off he saw that it indeed was a painting. Truly curious he opened it and took out the painting. When stretching it open, he drew a shocked breath.

For long moments there was just silence. The youth could only stare at the painting in dumbstruck amaze. Slowly he lowered it to stare at the cop. Still the silence stretched.

“Well? You liked it, didn’t you?”

Squall looked down at the painting again. It was the grey painting made by Quistis. The true one. The original. Not some copy made to be sold or anything such. The original.

“Why is it here?” He asked hushed with big eyes.

The cop made a disapproving almost an unbelievable expression.

“It’s called a gift.”

“Gift?” Squall repeated while staring at the man.

“Yeah. You know. Buy something, wrap it up, give away. Gift.” The blond clarified.

“I know what a gift is.” Squall irritably said.

“Then what’s the problem?”

The brunet stared at the blond as if he truly had grown two heads.

“To me? Have you stolen it?” He asked incredulously.

Seifer chuckled and shook his head.

“Amazing. That Trepe chick said you’d probably disapprove of it.” Almasy chuckled.

Green eyes studied him in amusement for a while.

“Yes, to you, no I didn’t steal it. It’s sort of a joined present though I paid handsomely for it.”

“Of course you did! Why? We’re already fucking, it’s not like you needed to use any bribery.” Squall said angrily.

As the concept of painting=gift=to him set in, anger and panic surged up. For starters, you never just gave away a gift with some worth without some dirty motive behind it. Secondly, this was an insane gift! Even given from two persons! It was enough for him to take offence and wanting to run away. The amusement in the green eyes softened somewhat and a little irritation came instead.

“Hyne, can’t you be as normal people even now?” He sighed and shook his head in part amusement, part irritation.

“What ‘now’? You’re giving me something insanely like this and I shouldn’t be suspicious?”

“No, you shouldn’t. It’s just a birthday gift.” The cop frowned and Squall blinked.

Birthday? They stared at each other for a while in complete silence. Then green eyes rounded in a most uncharacteristic way.

“Fuck me sideways…” Seifer muttered and rubbed a hand over his face.

“It’s your fucking birthday, don’t tell me you didn’t know?” The cop laughed and Squall actually felt shocked.

His birthday? Already? He looked at the painting again while trying to control the turmoil that suddenly burst free inside of him. Both his throat and chest constricted and he couldn’t explain it. Fortunately the blond stayed quiet. Squall’s voice wouldn’t be useable as it felt like he could start crying like a girl. What was wrong with him? It was just a… birthday gift. Granted, a gift he would treasure. A gift he actually put value on. A gift he truly liked and had use for. Not a simple card with a little money in it or a tool for his bike or candy or something like that.

A large hand carefully touched his jaw to have him look up. Squall couldn’t. Instead he shied from the hand and twisted away.

“Look, everyone can forget their birthday, that’s why it’s good with people telling them about it.” The blond said softly.

The youth couldn’t look up anyway. It wasn’t about him forgetting his birthday. He never kept track of it. Every year when you turned a year older, the registry sent you a paper stating that you had turned older and asked for you to confirm your information. Like where you lived, your phone number, and so on. He hadn’t needed to keep track on his birthday for the purpose of knowing how old he was and it had never been a day of celebration.

Squall studied the painting blindly while struggling with his thoughts. The food came and disturbed the suffocating silence. While the waiter did his job, Squall rolled up the painting and put it back before running off to the toilet. All he need was to gather his thoughts and come to terms with what he was feeling.

He was alone on the toilet which he was grateful for. Why was he reacting so strongly? It was just a gift. An expansive one but apparently Quistis had been in on it. The doors opened and Squall turned on the water to get some moisture at his hands and down his throat and to have something to do. He didn’t look at the man stepping inside, though he knew it was the blond.

Squall was however forced to acknowledge the other as a hand at each side of him came to rest at the counter. He could clearly feel the large man boxing him against the counter, but didn’t feel heavily cornered as he would have had it been anyone else.

“It’s just a gift. Don’t get so upset.” The cop murmured and hot breath tickled the brunet’s ear.

Squall didn’t say anything. How could he even start to explain this feeling of embarrassment and joy over the painting? How did he explain to the man that receiving or giving presents didn’t belong to his world? Daring to meet the green eyes in the mirror he wished he hadn’t. They where dark and so intense he felt transparent down to the core of his soul.

Again he saw that maturity and just… old knowing that no human being should have. The cop shouldn’t be able to turn around like he always did. Squall had too look away from those eyes again and shuddered as he felt lips nibble his neck. Automatically his arms crossed over his chest. A childish nervous habit he hadn’t been able to get rid off since he was a teenager.

“I don’t celebrate birthdays, it’s a too expensive gift.” He muttered, slightly worried about the prospect of the cop’s birthday.

“I make a habit of spoiling my partners. Don’t worry about it, just get used to it.” The man softly said.

Squall found nothing he could say to that. He was rather grateful that the cop didn’t push for any explanation more than that. Seifer straightened somewhat and effectively pressed his groin against Squall’s leather clad ass.

“Now, should we continue eating, which we hadn’t started with, or should I bend you over here?” The cop smirked and Squall frowned into the mirror.

He succeeded turning though the man made sure to pin him to the counter.

“I’m hungry.” Squall said silently which earned him a grin for some reason.

The food wasn’t as good as at that other place, but it was miles from what Squall usually did, so he ate it with growing appetite. For once he wasn’t teased into talking, but could simply sit and listen to the cop. Apparently there had been some large scale mission that day with half the police force involved.

It was funny listening to what the man thought about certain people. He had a colourful way of telling a story which made you interested, even if it was only about paperwork. Squall had always had it easy to just sit and listen to people.

Finishing his food and lemon spiced water; Squall leaned back in the sofa. He felt a little regret at leaving food, but he guessed whoever portioned the plates had himself to blame. Who ever ate that much? He only had to glance a cross the table to see someone eating it all plus what he left. Really, was it just because the blond was big or because he worked out? He must work out if he was a cop, right? Then again, there were a lot of cops that wasn’t fit. How did they ever catch a criminal anyway?

“What now?” The blond asked amused, probably seeing something in Squall’s face that the young man hadn’t guarded.

Squall had almost given up on shielding himself from the man. Almost.

“Nothing.”

“There was definitely something on your mind.”

“So?”

“I want to know.” Seifer smirked and Squall snorted while crossing his foots by the ankle.

“My thoughts are mine, thank you very much.” He muttered and gave a warning glare. Of course it just made that damnable smirk turn up.

That mischievous, dangerous smirk that meant determination and persistence.

“It must have been something good, because you had this funny look.” He pushed and Squall pouted before catching himself.

“Come on, I’ve been talking all evening.”

“You like to talk.”

“That’s beside the point.”

Squall rolled his eyes and gave the man a dirty look.

“Thank you for the painting.” He said as he reminded himself he hadn’t thanked the man for it yet.

“Don’t mention it. I’ve booked a motel room.” The blond hummed.

Squall made a frustrated sound. He was relieved the cop didn’t persist in his silly request for the brunet’s thoughts, but he had no wish to indulge in carnal pleasure. Maybe the blond was some kind of machine capable of running 24/7, that didn’t apply to Squall.

“I need to sleep. For once.” He said harshly while glaring threateningly.

“Come on, it’s your birthday.”

“The more reason for me to decide what I want to do.”

“You don’t celebrate it.” The cop countered and Squall just stared at the man.

Did he even think such plain contradiction would work on him?

“I’m going home.”

“If you say so.” Seifer said with an indifferent air. It made the brunet narrow his eyes.

Was that it? No more pushing and nagging?

“So… I’m just going to get home.” He clarified and grabbed his jacket while eyeing the man.

The cop just smiled lightly and it made sirens blare in Squall’s head. What now? What kind of dirty thoughts was running around in that head of his? He took his jacket more clearly and shifted before getting to his feet. Just to have the world swirl funny and drop him back down on his ass. Confused he sat a moment and tried to clear a suddenly spinning head. Low blood pressure? He glared to the side as Almasy chuckled and rose with ease.

“What?” Squall growled and tried getting to his feet again only to have a large hand at his shoulder.

“You really can’t hold any liquor.” The man mused and Squall’s stomach turned cold.

“I thought I would only have you blow in this before you got on your bike but seem I’ll not need that.” Seifer amusedly told him and took up the little device meant to measure alcohol on your breath.

Squall’s nostrils flared.

“You…” His voice was tight with growing anger.

“Yeah, put some in your water, didn’t think it’d be enough to topple you off your feet though.” The bastard smirked and leaned down until it was inches between them.

Hissing in anger, Squall fisted his hand and took a shot only to have his hand caught and green eyes glinting darkly.

“You bastard!” He hissed angrily and kicked instead.

The cop easily moved his leg and put a knee between Squall’s thighs, forcing him to lean backwards. Knowing what was wrong; Squall clearly recognised the alcohol dimming his head. Not enough to do other than throw him slightly off balance when trying to get to his feet after a long time of sitting still, but enough to scare him. As he struggled to get away from the blond and somehow inflict damage on the man, he asked himself how he had not noticed the taste. Sure the water had been spiced, but could it really mask alcohol that good?

“You can’t drive so you better let me drive you.” Almasy murmured while nibbling his jaws and collarbone, watchful of sharp and dangerous teeth.

Squall hissed and twisted again. Adrenaline should clear his head enough and once his body had started moving and have his blood start rushing around, the balance came back too.

“Like hell!” He growled and put his teeth in an arm. Clothes protected it though and his teeth were too dull to make any damage or give much pain when it was so protected.

The move had given the blond opportunity to bite an ear and he kept the grip about the sensitive flesh. Squall twisted vaguely as a large hand cupped his groin and stroked purposefully. The youth hissed angrily as his body easily responded to what it now saw as something good.

“I will not.” He hissed and banged his free hand in the chest of the man.

“You will.” The blond murmured when having released his ear.

The brunet tried twisting away by bringing up his legs and push away, but the cop dragged him closer in his hand, all the while stroking his hardening length. Squall gasped as his neck was bitten and sucked. His breathing was hitching in his throat, his heart beat way too fast. He was getting hot too fast and his trousers were a painful restriction. Squall desperately gripped the hand agonizing his cock.

“Stop.” He breathed desperately.

They were still in the restaurant, the only reason for him not to have started shouting and fighting more. He muffled a moan against a broad shoulder as deft fingers found the sensitive head and deliberately stroked it through his leather pants. He yanked at the hand while desperately trying to control the involuntarily sounds forced from his lips.

“Whore, you’re begging to get fucked.” The blond murmured against his neck and it sent shivers through his body.

“If I placed you on all four, you’d wag your ass and beg to be rammed by daddy’s cock, wouldn’t you?” He continued and Squall made a miserable sound when the hand didn’t let up from tormenting him.

His face was hot, his body was starting to quiver.

“Not here. Stop.” He desperately whispered while his hips wanted to start thrusting into the hand.

“No? Want to come with me then?”

For long agonizing seconds the brunet rolled around the dilemma in his head. He was so angry at the man that giving in felt humiliating. At the same time he was too hot and to aroused and he just knew the bastard was capable of doing much more.

Slowly Squall nodded and panted sharply as the hand left his throbbing length. His skin was clammy from panic and surging lust. As he was helped to his feet the youth nervously looked around. But the restaurant was mostly deserted. Thankfully, his helmet could hide his raging hard on, but it couldn’t erase the blush he was sure blossomed in his face. Outside he gulped down gallons of fresh air before turning to glare at the smug bastard.

“Don’t give me that. I might take offence.” He leered, Squall just narrowed his eyes.

“I hate you.” He declared while following the blond who just chuckled.

“Really? You have a strange way of showing it.”

“I needed sleep tonight, not your stupid games.” He muttered while trying to look like he wasn’t hiding a still raging hard on with his helmet.

“Nothing makes you sleep better than a good fuck.”

Nothing Squall could say could argue that point, but he hated the dirty trick with a passion. While they walked to the cop’s care, the brunet wondered if the man deliberately placed himself so that Squall couldn’t go anywhere else but where the cop wanted him to. The brunet glanced at his bike while they past it and a hand were at the small of his back.

“I can’t just leave my bike.” He growled.

“Yes you can, it’ll be perfectly safe.”

He glared up at the cop and halted his steps enough to have the bastard push him. If Squall truly turned around and used force, would the cop answer with the same? He couldn’t very well throw Squall over the shoulder and carry him away now, could he? Or? Looking up in those darkened, hard eyes the youth choose not to test it. Instead he made himself as gloomy and angry as possible in a try to destroy the mood for the blond, which was futile.

He recognised the motel good enough, they even took the same room as last time. When the cop parked outside the door and leered at him, Squall crossed his arms and squared his jaws.

“You’re going to be difficult, aren’t you?”

“Of course I will!” He growled angrily.

Squall tried to be stubborn and look away, but as the bastard leaned closer some basic instinct made him glance at him like a deer at a wolf.

“Get out and get your ass over there.” He murmured with a certain ordering quality to his voice.

“No, I will not. You can’t expect me to do that.” Squall growled and glared at the blond.

Which was a mistake. The darkness to those green eyes made him swallow in an increasingly dry throat and have his cock leap to attention again. The lips was drawn back in a familiar scary smile that made Squall lean back just a little more.

“Then you want some car action? I won’t drive to the last place. Think we can make the manager come out and see what’s going on?” He smirked.

“You wouldn’t.” Squall said without the steady voice he wished for.

The smirk that spread on those lips made him shiver for entirely different reasons. That was danger. He had forgotten the persuasive nature of the cop. He flinched as a fast hand grabbed his hair to keep him in place. The youth twisted and loudly complained as his mouth was seized. He moaned and jerked as the other large hand cupped his groin. Trying to fight the two assaults simultaneously was impossible.

His mouth was breached and forced into submission. He let it happen as the hand stroking his cock was far more dangerous. Squall succeeded in fending off the hand just to have it sneaking under his t-shirt and agonize his nipples. As the youth chased it away from his chest, it just returned to his crotch, as he succeeded in protecting both areas, the kiss was broken and green eyes caught him and held him.

Squall widened his eyes and choked as the hand in his hair instead circled his throat. For a few seconds he thought the pressure would let up, but as it just intensified, he desperately clawed the fingers and succeeded in getting down some air. The youth made a yelp as the free hand quickly and harshly assaulted his hard length. He was kissed again. Hard and demanding and he gave in with a pitiful moan.

Having his air shortened both by the kiss and choking made him weak and gave him no strength to fend off the hand or control himself. Instead he moaned and spread his legs. As his mouth was freed he could just pant sharply and stare with dilated eyes at the blond. He groaned and moaned as the hand demanded stronger reaction. Squall couldn’t fight off the surge of lust that clouded his head and had his body quivering and his loins practically burning.

“You’re such a slut for domination. You’re just hot air, boy.” The blond growled against his lips and jaws.

Squall could just whimper and his hips moved up into the hand. His own hands were busy tugging at the fingers around his throat. He could come like this. He was so close. His head spinning, body taught and quivering, breathing laboured and heart racing.

Squall gave a desperate sound as the intense stroking let up to a light fingering of his length. He tugged harshly at the arm, wanting more but unable to say it. Lips were teasing his jaws and ear much like the fingers.

“Look at you, have you no self-restrain? You are ready to cum by just a little stroking.” He murmured and Squall answered with a little sound not like him.

His hips desperately jolted upward as he got a sudden harsher stroke. He moaned deeply and panted for breath. Suddenly his throat was released and he gulped down sudden gushes of air. His body was trembling and he was so hard and hot it was painful. Squall took as deep breaths as he could get down in a try to find some equilibrium again as the cop stepped out and walked around the car.

To continue his defiance when his body was ready to explode from sexual frustration only seemed childish. So he got to shaking legs and awkwardly let the blond direct him to the motel door. It was dark inside and a little cool but pleasant. They had hardly gotten inside before he was captured from behind and a large hand splayed over his taut stomach. He moaned lightly as a rock hard cock thrust into him and his neck was assaulted again.

The hand at his stomach continued down to his crotch and he groaned and grinded against the hand. Squall was moved to the bed while his jacket was slipped off. The youth helped with his boots and pants and t-shirt just to not have it ripped apart. He gasped as he was grabbed from behind again and a hard clothed cock pressed against him. A familiar “click” and coldness around his wrists made him make a frustrated noise.

“Come on, don’t do that.” He complained huskily only to have his ear assaulted.

He jumped as something cold circled his throat too before he was let go.

“What the…” He cursed as his hands and neck was chained together, leaving his hands in chest height.

One of the lamps at a nightstand was lit and he glared at the cop, beyond embarrassment as his raging hard on stood proudly from his body with no way of hiding himself.

“Take it off.”

“No.” Almasy leered and reached for him.

“Bastard!” He hissed and backed away while tugging at the chains.

“Come here.” The blond ordered.

“No, not until you take out the keys. I’m not doing this.” The brunet demanded while his heart was beating insanely.

“Come. Here.”

Squall shook his head and backed away. It made that scary smirk spread and Squall’s whole body jolted as the man suddenly was moving. He was easily grabbed and thrown at the bed. Squall twisted around to his back and skidded up along the bed.

“Naughty boy, you really need some discipline.” The blond huskily said while starting to take off his clothes.

“I don’t, just take these off.” He complained.

The youth tested the chains that let him rest his elbows in the bed but not to reach himself. He wasn’t just going to let the cop get away with this, was he? It was some time since the man last had restrained him and Squall had thought that was a closed chapter. Now he started to seriously doubt his own naivety that let him trust this cunning man.

Squall’s stomach knotted as the blond was ready and came over to him. The big cock was fully erect and the cop didn’t seem the least embarrassed by it jutting out from his body. The youth reflexively used his feet to fend off the cop. Almasy grabbed the offending foot and massaged it, but with the smirk still plastered in his face it made a scary and suspicious action.

“Take these off, it’s not like I’m going to run away.” Squall tried to reason.

He fought weakly as his leg was used to turn him over to his stomach. His mind was racing and the turmoil inside him just didn’t want to shut up. He shouldn’t go along with this as quietly as he did. He wanted to protest more but at the same time he just couldn’t. This confusing mess of feelings frustrated him to no ends.

Squall shuddered as those warm hands travelled along his back and sides. He took a hissing breath as sharp teeth bit down in his neck painfully hard. He bucked as a thumb stroked his anus and made his cock twitch with heat.

“Do you know how many times you’ve given me bruises?” the cop huskily murmured and Squall arched his eyebrows.

“I? Given you bruises?” he snorted and tried turning only to have his hair fisted to hold him in place.

“Yeah, you like to use your fists.” The cop murmured in amusement and Squall twisted in the sure grip.

“So? Like you didn’t deserve it.” The youth continued.

This was starting to unnerve him. The man shifted over him to his side instead for being seated between his legs. He jolted as his balls were gripped and used to make him stand at his knees.

“You are going to apologise for those.”

“Like hell. Just stop it.” Squall said nervously and tried to twist out of the grips.

This was unnerving and scary and instinct told him that something bad was coming. A thumb was stroking his anus again while the fingers massaged his balls. Suddenly he was smacked across his right buttock hard enough to have him cry out.

“Fuck! What’re you thinking you’re doing?!” He cried out and struggled to get away.

The youth whimpered as his hair was twisted and used to press him down in the bed. The cop struck him again, enough to have him whine in pain. Squall hissed as a finger slammed inside of him and pumped harshly.

“Disciplining you, though if you tell me you’re sorry this will end.” Almasy said huskily.

“Fuck you.” Squall growled and struggled to get lose.

He cried out as the hand fell again, hard. It smacked so loudly it almost drowned his miserable sounds. The brunet groaned as long fingers slammed inside of him again. Damn bastard! Did he think Squall could feel any lust at all when being abused like this?

The insistent fingers prodded and stroked that special spot until Squall had to clench his teeth and eyes to stop himself from shuddering in pleasure. Suddenly they were withdrawn and the large hand fell on his exposed bottom again. It burned mercilessly. It was enough to form tears in his eyes.

“Let go of me!” He growled hoarsely.

Squall was never going to beg. Never. Three fingers slammed inside of him and made him groan in strain and pleasure.

“Don’t like it?” Almasy purred.

“No, bastard!” Squall growled back and struggled again.

He yelped as his bottom was struck again, harder than before. Thankfully he only received a couple of those before being pressed down completely at his stomach. The brunet huffed as the heavy blond straddled his midsection.

“Bastard is it?” Seifer said amusedly while picking things from the nightstand.

His stomach was a hard knot and the youth couldn’t determine if it was from excitement or… fear. Large, warm hands roamed his shoulders, squeezing and prodding as if trying to calm him. Squall squeezed his eyes shut as sharp teeth and hot breath shimmered his ear and neck. The weight let up off his back and a gentle hand was prodding his entrance.

The brunet hissed as he suddenly was breached by something slicked and quite bigger than a couple fingers. He wiggled and twisted as the plastic thing was driven all the way inside. Involuntarily he shuddered in pleasure at the expert handling of it.

“Like that did you? Want something bigger?” The cop amusedly hummed.

“Like hell.” Squall grunted.

Pride was something vital. Not begging was something important. Keeping control and face was important. Why he couldn’t explain. Why now of all times? He grunted close to a moan as the thing was thrust in and out, glancing over sensitive spots. A large hand squeezed in under him and Squall gasped as his manhood was fisted hard.

It made him move his hips and his body to twist and squirm in pleasure. He whimpered as sharp teeth nibbled and bit his neck and shoulder. The hand left is cock and the dildo was lodged inside of him. A sure hand kept his shoulders in the bed while the other made him stand at his knees again.

Squall bit his bottom lip to keep the sounds inside. Maybe getting rammed by that thick thing wouldn’t be so bad after all? He wouldn’t protest if the cop chose to at least. The brunet cried out as he was smacked straight across his bottom, but it wasn’t the pain that made him cry out. Another smack fell and Squall jolted almost straight up.

“Hyne, what are you doing?” he moaned.

Another smack fell and the dildo inside him gave a powerful vibration. As he started squirming and twisting to get away from the disturbing sensation of pain/pleasure, a sure hand gripped his cock and made him yelp like an adolescent. The cruel cop chuckled darkly, highly amused.

“Just making you a little hot.” He hummed and let the paddle, or whatever it was, fall again.

The brunet whimpered in misery. This couldn’t be possible. It was impossible. Still, when that thing vibrated inside hot waves of pleasure shook through him. It pulsed straight out to the very tip of his fisted cock. As he was lightly stroked, fire and lights exploded behind his eyes.

He was thrusting down in the hand and groaning lowly in pleasure. Hyne, he would melt if this kept going. His heart was beating a hole through his ribs and his lungs didn’t seem to be able to take in enough air. The repeating, stinging pain to his bottom wasn’t really turning him off. Squall whimpered and gasped harshly as he suddenly was let go.

The stop in stimulation made him clearly feel the soreness and burning of his bottom, still he couldn’t find anything in it to cool his arousal. It shouldn’t be possible. Pain was pain.

“Slut, you’re begging for it. Want me to take out the whip? Would it make you come?” Almasy growled huskily.

Squall shook his head and just wished him to get on with it. To ram that big cock inside and pound him into oblivion. He gasped as the dildo was taken almost completely out from him, only to be slammed back in. Repeatedly until he was moaning.

Strong hands gripped his midsection and helped him to a sitting position. The large cock was ground into the small of his back and Squall arched against it, presenting his throat for the cop. Seifer bit him, sucked hard on the spot until the youth whimpered in pain.

He arched and sighed in pleasure as gentle hands took his cock. Squall squirmed and shivered, wishing to be fisted and fucked but not willing to ask for it.

“Stubborn whelp. You want it, you’re dripping wet, why don’t beg daddy for a little cock huh?” Seifer growled and abused his ear while gently playing with Squall’s raging hard on.

The brunet just groaned and shook his head. Suddenly something painful and harsh was wrapped around the engorged member and he cried out, reflexively trying to use his chained hands to take it away. A ring was forced down the base of his cock and he whimpered in misery.

“Take… take it off.” He gasped while his body started shivering.

“You be good and I might.” Almasy hushed and bit his ear.

Squall whimpered and weakly struggled in frustration. He didn’t want any games. The cop pushed him to his hip before being able to tip him on his back. The cop straddled his face and tilted his head back by gripping his jaws. The heavy, swollen cock was rubbed against his lips and Squall didn’t hesitate to lick it. When prompted, he opened his mouth and let it slide in, almost moaning at the sensation. The cop chuckled as he moved his cock in and out of the wet crevice.

“Just like a good school-boy whore. Open big and good.” He grunted.

Squall gagged as the big cock was driven too far too fast. It withdrew only to hastily enter again. The brunet jolted as his cock was stroked again. It made him moan deeply and let the cock a little deeper. Sure hands motioned for his legs to spread and he did so. A finger easily entered him and he moved his hips to get it.

Something small and round was pushed inside of him. Squall gagged again before being able to relax and let the cop fuck his mouth deeper. Another round thing entered. At the third it suddenly became bigger and he moaned. He groaned as the third stretched him good. The fourth was verging on the size of the cop. Almasy groaned and moved his hips hard, forcing Squall to relax and submit or gag.

“There’s two left, want them?” he huskily told the youth while giving him the cock head to suck at.

Squall didn’t have much of a choice. His eyes opened wide as something large pushed at him. It was bigger than the fourth. The cop deepthroated him and smacked his burning bottom hard. Squall jolted in desperate need for air all the while the bead was harshly pushed inside. It made him gasp harshly once let to breathe again. The cock left his mouth and he groaned in discomfort.

The cop shifted and placed himself between Squall’s spread legs. He held a long, thin rope Squall guessed was in contact with the beads. The brunet moaned at the sight of the glistening and hard cock. It too had a restriction though Squall guessed the cop might be used to such things. He gasped harshly and arched as the things moved inside him.

They where pushed deeper and then dragged out enough to have the fifth push at his opening uncomfortably. He jolted and whimpered as it plopped out of him. Squall arched and cried out weakly as it was harshly pushed inside again. The youth cried out loudly as they suddenly was ripped out of him completely all at the same time.

His cock twitched furiously at his stomach. His head felt light and his skin damp from sweat. He had no time to gather his wits until they were entering him again. Quicker this time. His anus hardly had the time to swallow one until the next came. He howled as the fifth entered him rather brutally.

Almasy ducked to latch onto a hard nipple. Squall moaned and arched, wishing for contact elsewhere. Suddenly the largest bead pushed at him. His breathing became constricted and his whole body tensed at the large thing that just couldn’t fit. It was too large. His body couldn’t accept it. It stretched as far as it could and it wasn’t enough.

“No, you can’t.” He gasped and squirmed to get away, all the while moaning and sighing in pleasure.

“Relax.” Seifer grunted, Squall just shook his head.

Still the cop was determinate. He pushed it against the constricting opening and relaxed only to push harder. Squall’s head was reeling and he was shivering and moaning between the gasps once it actually past his entrance and settled neatly inside of him. So big.

He felt it clearly. Stretching him so hard and good without too much pain. Fingers thrust into Squall’s mouth and he sucked them, eyes having a hard time focusing. Something else entered him, smaller than the beads. The brunet arched and gave a pathetic whine as it pushed the beads deeper.

With the help of the dildo the cop started fucking him. He could feel them. Almost every one of them. How they would stretch and glance of off sensitive things. He helplessly arched and gasped in-between crying moans as the largest thing was half withdrawn and then pushed inside deeply. And then his cock was fisted and there were fireworks.

A hot mouth was leaving sharp marks over his body and he spread his legs and jolted up towards that hot body in a desperate need of more. Of something alive and hard and good. He emitted a pitiful whimper as teeth grinded his nipple. The pain wasn’t hard enough, or sharp enough. It was only a sensation among all.

Then the mouth was conquering his. He caved under the skilled lips and tongue. Let himself be dominated and only gasped and whimpered in the kiss.

“Do you want daddy’s cock? Want me to fuck this sweet ass?” The cop huskily grunted against abused lips.

“Yes…” Squall moaned lowly.

He jolted and moaned loudly as the beads and dildo harshly fucked him. Hard enough to rock him on the bed.

“You like it stretching you so good? You swallowed it so easily, makes me believe you’re a pro at this.” The cop cruelty chuckled.

“Bastard.” Squall gasped and racked short nails down the broad chest.

It left red welts in it wake and made the large man hiss, but it didn’t seem to pain him too much. In retribution the beads was thrust as far as they could go with the help of the dildo. Squall arched and cried out, cock jumping and twitching.

He was helped up and was helped to straddle the cop’s hips. He moaned and swayed where he was as he was stroked together with the large cock. His chained hands made it impossible for him to take support anywhere. Squall moaned and trembled as the beads was moved inside of him simultaneously as he was stroked. It soon had him in a frenzy, hips rocking back on the dildo and beads and into the fisting hand. It suddenly stopped as a grip in his hair dragged him down to have his lips abused.

“Want my cock, slut? Want it fucking you raw?” He growled.

The feral gleam in the green eyes and the tone of the voice made some primal need suck all air from the brunet.

“Yes, fuck me hard.” He moaned.

The dildo was yanked from him. Too late Squall realised the cop’s intention. He was helped to straighten and then he was filled. He arched and moaned loudly as the thick cock pushed inside. Even with the large bead inside, it strained. It pushed at the beads still there and once half was inside, Squall was gasping and trembling. So full.

“Stop, you can’t.” He gasped desperately, too weak to more than sit there.

“Already done it.” Seifer said through gritted teeth.

Large hands circled his waist and helped him keep his balance. They forced him to start moving and Squall moaned. So good, so painful, so hot. Every time the cock pushed at the beads it felt as if he would get them up his stomach. It should have been too painful, too much for him to be this aroused.

“Come on, pretty, I’m not even half inside.” The cop complained.

Squall shook his head. He whimpered as the ring around his cock suddenly was dragged off and the pulse going out in it made his head reel. Then he was lifted nearly off the cock, and released.

Squall cried out as his own weight forced him down more than earlier. Forced the beads deeper, especially the largest. It was breaking him.

“Stop, stop.” He whimpered desperately as lights started flashing behind his eyes and the onslaught of pain and pleasure started to short-circuit his brain.

Seifer grunted as he lifted the trembling body and let it fall again. Squall cried out as even more came inside. A strong thrust up with a simultaneous drop made a final flash explode behind his eyes. Everything was inside and he couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. He was coming so hard he didn’t hear himself scream.

His world was rocking and slapping and Seifer was groaning loudly in his ear. Then it stilled. Squall couldn’t gather his thoughts. He was asleep, yet conscious. He hardly felt himself being toppled to his side. He whimpered hardly audible as the beads were withdrawn from his lax body.

As warm hands stroked his heated body it was all needed to lull him into a deep oblivious sleep.


Author’s Note:
How’s that for a birthday celebration. Gods! This chapter almost drew me to suicide!! *drags hair*

I’m sure you noticed just what could have driven me nuts, that would be the development between our stubborn boys! XD

As I am afraid I’ve ruined something with this chapter I desperately need to know just how badly I screwed things up. Then again, if you all think I succeeded with something that is good to hear too! :D