To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: violence, language, sexual harassment
Notes: I’m so grateful for your continued support. I’m tearing my hair off to write!! I’ve been rearranging my schedule and hopefully(crossing fingers) I’ll be able to write a little every Sunday. Before I could do it practically every day ;^^

Thanks yet again for your support. I’m starting to feel a little restless with this fic and it’ll probably lead to a little more plot coming up ;)


25

It was freezing outside and another thick cover of snow had fallen the last night. The winter made certain things harder to do. Like lay still in a foot of snow gazing through a sniper scoop. Irvine slowly took another mouthful of snow. It made so that your breath wasn’t visible, but it numbed your tongue something insanely.

His target hadn’t showed up yet. The big mansion lay so stupid that a sniper was practically impossible to hide. Irvine had managed to sneak up behind it together with Seifer in the pitch black of pre-dawn. Right now he lay so that as long as he was perfectly still, he wouldn’t be spotted. Therefore, once the hell broke loos he had one shoot, then his position would probably be compromised.

Over his communicator he absently noted the sporadic contacts that nothing had changed. The target was still either sleeping or else not present. Personally, Irvine didn’t think the man was in the house. He knew the police was after him and that they had a right to kill on sight, which they planed to do.

The man was a monster. A drug dealer and a cold hearted killer. A psychopath that didn’t have any feelings. A doctor had attested for that. Apparently the man had killed his own parents at seven years of age, because he wasn’t let to play after curfew.

“We got company.” Irvine froze at Almasy’s silent comment.

The sniper didn’t know where the other cop was, just that he was watching Irvine’s back. If Seifer felt the need to warn him, the goon must be close. The forest around the mansion as well as the fenced inside of the ground was patrolled by guards.

For long sweaty seconds Irvine anticipated to hear the yelling of guards and then the shooting and mass chaos that would follow.

“We’re clear,” Seifer said shortly and the red-head exhaled.

“Clear as in never returning?”

“Don’t be stupid,” the cop complained but Irvine smirked.

“Heads up,” their commander warned and the sniper once again focused at the house.

There was some activity going on. He got a glimpse of what appeared to be the target in one of the windows. He seemed to be walking back and forth waving his arms. Irvine frowned. Not good.

“We’ve been made, abort! I repeat, abort!” their commander roared the moment an alarm wailed over the grounds and every guard present seemed to well out from the building and pop up everywhere.

“Get out of there West team, now!”

Irvine lay still well knowing that was his and Seifer’s cue.

“I got a visual,” Irvine reported, still seeing the target.

“Abort! You have goons coming your way,” his commander roared.

Irvine moved to get up.

“Take the shot,” Seifer calmly ordered him.

“Abort now West team, that’s a fucking order!”

“Take the shot, now!” Seifer countered.

Irvine hated situations like these. He knew he’d get in trouble for disobeying if not killed, but he also knew that this might be their only chance. Then again, he had worked long enough with Seifer to trust the man if the said go. Tuning out the world around him, he zoned in on the man. He had ventured deeper into the house but his legs were visible. For a fraction of a second, he had a vital part visible, and he took the shot. Straight after he took another which killed the man who had fallen to the floor twisting in pain.

The world came back with all its sounds and he heard guns firing and the screaming of men way too close for comfort. Quickly getting up, Irvine started back through the wood. He didn’t get far until he saw the supposed goons that had been headed their way.

The sniper stopped with widened eyes. “You have goons coming your way”? Couldn’t the commander have been a little more precise? Like, “You have a fucking armada of goons headed your way”?

Irvine kneeled down and took out the sniper rifle again. He didn’t need the scoop for this. He wasn’t a sniper for nothing. Two gangsters fell, giving Seifer enough room to charge a group flanking him. The three to the right had spotted Irvine and was firing his way. Ignoring the bullets wining past his head and a couple who buried themselves beside his knee, Irvine shoot off three perfect, rapid shots and they where down.

Turning his attention to the issued hand battle he squeezed the pipe of the rifle in frustration. Four on one seemed unfair, Irvine knew better. Against that brute you needed at least six, when the blond was properly equipped. Had he had Hyperion at his side, Irvine would have packed up and prepared to leave, but as it was he hadn’t and they all had guns and were cowardly enough to use them. Irvine was given a window of a couple centimetres to take down one of them, saving the idiot’s life.

The two that was left waved around with a couple knifes and Irvine contemplated trying to shot them to. Seeing how Almasy crouched down in a well know position with open hands, the sniper got to his feet and started running so they could get going once the men were down.

It took the large blond half a minute to deal with both empty handed. The red-head was already in position and they set off into the forest, Almasy taking the lead. It sounded like a war was going on around them. Much thanks to the mountain sides that made the sound ricochet around.

They ran without a word, Irvine easily falling in behind the blond who easily took them to safer parts of the wood. He always had been good at these sorts of things. As the sound of guns became more distant, Almasy slowed down to a brisk walk. Clouds of hot air steamed around them and the only thing Irvine heard was their fast breaths and crunch from the snow.

“West team here, come in,” Almasy reported.

“What the hell were you thinking!? Where are you?” their commander roared, most likely ready for a nervous breakdown.

“Five clicks north of our rendezvous.”

Their commander muttered something that Irvine chose to ignore. They where so going to burn. His ears would ring for weeks after this.

“Meet up and get out of there,” the commander ordered before breaking connection.

Kinneas tiredly eyed the tall man who cursed under his breath and jammed the communicator in his pocket. The sniper could point out that it was against regulations to not be contactable, but chose not to irritate the blond anymore than necessary. After all, Irvine was still contactable.

After some ten minutes in silent walking the cursing turned different and the auburn haired man distinctly recognised the tone.

“You injured?” he asked tentatively.

“When I tell you to take the fucking shot, then you take the fucking shot!” the cop growled hotly.

Irvine lengthened his stride to get up beside the other cop.

“Where are you hurt?”

“None of your fucking business!” Seifer growled angrily while favouring his side.

The red-head silently eyed the man while they walked some time more. In the end Seifer stopped and threw his head back to chip for air. Blood trickled between his fingers holding his side.

“So… need I call for back up or is it enough with something temporarily?” Kinneas silently asked.

“No, just do something,” Almasy softly said, anger and adrenaline starting to wear off.

While Irvine took out his supplies of aid, Almasy took off the jacket and the heavy bullet-proof west. Of course he would have the bad luck of getting shot at one of the few places not protected. Looking closer, it seemed to be only a flesh wound. The bullet had taken a couple inches above the hip but not gone through the body.

“Damn it, it’ll fuck up my stamina,” the blond growled while withstanding the pain.

“It’s what you get for going against orders,” Irvine muttered.

He’d like to put a few stitches at it but guessed a real paramedic could do that once they reached the others.

“Don’t be a smart ass. That was the only chance we had, you know it. That fucking captain is just a chicken,” Seifer growled.

“Or maybe he actually cares about the people he is commanding?”

“Cares? What the fuck for? Where’re police, this is our job,” Almasy snorted and Irvine sighed.

“There,” he said shortly and rose again.

“What you need stamina for anyway?” he asked though he guessed the answer.

The silence he received was an answer enough as they started walking.

“Sooo… who’s the victim this time?” he smirked.

“I don’t do victims.”

“So who’s the lucky one? Wanna share?” the red-head pressed on.

He felt for some good old traditional relaxation himself.

“It’s the young brunet.”

Irvine arched an eye brow at that.

“You’re still seeing that kid? Hasn’t it been like… eight months now or so?”

“And?”

“And… you just never keep an interest for so long.”

Almasy turned to look at the sniper.

“I do.”

“Oh? Name one?”

It made a bothered expression surface which made Irvine smirk dangerously.

“See?”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

“Yes, I hear that,” Irvine sniggered.

Seifer glared over his shoulder. It past another ten minutes of silence. The red-head started to recognise some of their surroundings again.

“Do I have to name the person? Otherwise I have like fife so far,” Almasy muttered and Irvine chuckled.

“Please tell me you remember the names of your latest conquests at least. Not even I am that much of a fuck around.”

“Of course I do, but why would I bother remembering names of people I don’t see?”

Irvine sighed and saw heaven wards.

“Never mind. So, are you up for sharing?”

“… Maybe”

The low and reluctant answer made the red-head arch an eyebrow.

“Maybe? Is that like yes or no?” he asked truly confused.

Almasy seldom used such vague expressions.

“I had something planed… and it’s not until the holiday,” he said quietly and Irvine leered.

So much for the old traditional way… not that he complained if he was let in on it. Hyne knew Seifer had the most interesting ideas at times.

“I won’t complain, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” the red-head coaxed.

The tall blond glanced over his should with an expression of high disbelief. Irvine may have been present at some of Almasy’s other activities and protested some of the treatment the current sub got, but he could shut up if he had to. Truly, he could.

“Don’t think so,” Seifer snorted.

“A-aw, come on, you’re hurt and that kid got lots of energy, right?” Irvine pleaded.

“You’re not high on bdsm and you know it,” Seifer said solemnly and the sniper pouted.

He had nothing against it… as long as he wasn’t the victim and… maybe he couldn’t deal it as good as some but he was damn flexible. Then again. Seifer had levels and levels of bdsm. All from the soft stuff most people played around with down to the hardcore things that made Irvine chose to look away from it.

“He doesn’t strike me as the awfully submissive person,” he pointed moodily which earned him a laugh of all things.

“You’d be surprised,” Seifer chuckled.

*****

Squall abused his bottom lip until he realised what he was doing and promptly stopped it. As by an agreement, his body instead made his foot start fiddling around until he stopped that, only to have his hands start playing around with the pencil. When he stopped that and soon started abusing his bottom lip, he sighed in frustration. Teo looked up from the papers and smiled.

“I’ve told you not to be so nervous.”

“I’m fine,” the youth muttered.

“If you say so…” Teo quietly said with that characteristic smile.

Squall frowned and glared. He didn’t enjoy waiting.

“You did well. Why can’t you feel more confident? This is great compared to last week,” he smiled and Squall made a silent sigh.

Even though Teo had said there wouldn’t be a lot of tests, there were. One small thing every week and it drove Squall nuts. He looked away from the dark, knowing eyes. During the month they had spent together Squall had learnt that the man was a very, very good teacher, and annoyingly good at reading the subtle things. He also seemed oblivious to failure. The whole time telling Squall that it was all in his head and that he knew the answers he just didn’t want to admit it. Right.

“I guess that’s it for today. Please read the next chapter about probability thesis to the next week, it would be good if you got the time to make a few problems until then,” he smiled and stacked all papers he had taken out during the hour.

Squall nodded and collected his belongings, stomach already knotting in dread. He hated math and never seemed to understand it correctly.

“And Squall,” Teo called when Squall was ready to leave the room”, I do mean only a few.”

Squall pressed his lips together hard at the smile on the man like he thought it all was hilarious. The youth nodded and exited. He usually tried to make the whole chapter, how else was he supposed to learn anything?

He had reached the hallway and was about to put on his boots as the teacher came after him.

“Stay for lunch,” he asked and Squall wished he could say no.

But this man had a smile and the kind of gentle nature that made you trust him. The youth had still to determine just how much of it were truly a façade. He nodded in agreement and Teo smiled.

“Good, I have something prepared already. Will only take a minute to warm,” he assured.

Squall slowly followed the black haired man while taking his time studying the different art objects along the way. The kitchen was… cosy and at the same time looked very modern. It had an isle instead of a kitchen table and the oven and refrigerators looked like imports. Hyne knew that the technology wasn’t of Galbadian design. Why someone would spend thousands of gil on simple kitchen ware was beyond Squall. Why waste good money on something that was over in half an hours or less?

“Sit down,” Teo encouraged and waved at the high bar chairs.

Sitting fully on one, Squall couldn’t reach the floor. It wasn’t the first time Teo had made him stay at lunch. The first time he had been asked, he had said no, but you could only say no so many times until your conscience got to be too much. The food was some simple pasta, according to Teo, with vegetables and a glass of milk. Squall seldom drank milk. Water was almost for free from the sink.

“How’s life in general?” Teo asked once they had their food ready.

The question wasn’t uncommon. Squall may not like the privy into his life, but at least he said what he wished to say and wasn’t nagged to death with more questions for more details. Teo had chosen to be bold enough to sit as close as you could without touching. Squall wasn’t stupid. He knew the man was attracted to him and he had no delusions that it was anything more than physical.

What made Squall accept the subtle hints was that Teo was strictly professional in the classroom. Nothing whatsoever except the teacher could be found during the hours they sat and studied. Not even when the man hovered above him to read whatever the book said about whatever they currently studied. Squall found himself to respect such discipline. The ability Teo had to so completely separate personal life and work impressed the youth.

“Still seeing that cop?” the black haired man asked.

Teo seldom mentioned Seifer by name, obviously making a point of defying the blond’s authority even if the blond wasn’t present. Squall didn’t answer at first. Just what did you mean by “seeing” someone? Was it like dating? Or was it like being together?

“We’re not together,” he said slowly and Teo smirked.

“Wouldn’t expect you were either, but you’re still fooling around?” he clarified and to that Squall reluctantly nodded.

The dark eyes glittered and the man leaned closer. Squall didn’t lean away.

“Want to taste someone else? I assure you I won’t bore you,” Teo purred, but without touching.

It wasn’t the first time the offer was spoken. The first time Squall had coldly told the man off, angry that he yet again was target for lust in that way. But he had later analysed the whole thing. Teo wasn’t invasive, he wasn’t brutally persuasive or pathetically pleading. He just happened to have a damn strong charisma.

“Not today,” Squall answered calmly.

“Then some other day? I could show you things Almasy surely can’t,” he offered with a trying smile.

Squall shook his head and continued eating. Teo leaned back and sighed overly dramatically.

“Aw-well, at least you didn’t say never. Whenever you’re bored of that,” the man waved in the general direction of the city core,” you can always come to me.”

Squall didn’t nod, neither did he shrug it off. The youth might not be some sex fiend, but even he enjoyed the activity and longed for it. Just because he was often fighting the blond on the subject didn’t mean he didn’t seek out partners from time to time. Just, right now it had been years since last time before he met the cop.

Suddenly the door bell blared and Teo said something nasty under his breath while glancing at the watch at the wall. He walked away muttering something about “the bastard never knew how to read a watch.” Squall finished the lunch, having no wish to stick around for Teo’s other lessons or whatever he did during the days when Squall wasn’t there. The door opened and Squall froze mid-move while taking his plat to the sink.

“Hello, what’s with the sour face?” He heard the cop say, certainly with a smirk all over his face.

“Do you know what a watch is? You know, the little device telling time?” Teo growled.

Squall went out in the hallway. Better try and walk away when Teo was present in the hallway too. Could get though without the somewhat protective teacher.

“You mean this one? Sorry ‘bout that, it must have been knocked around or something,” Seifer smirked when he looked up from his arm-watch and Teo made an exasperated sigh before letting the man enter.

Squall had already taken on a boot but they were difficult to zip and lace. Starting on the other boot, he noted that the blond didn’t make a move to take off his own outdoors clothes. The youth made a stony face before straightening and meeting sparkling green eyes. Squall just frowned at the amusement in the eyes. Had the cop come especially to see Squall? Or was he late? No, surely not because Teo made certain they were alone on the lessons.

As he reached for his jacket, the cop rested an arm at the shelve for hats so his whole body was leaning over the hallway, making passage impossible. Once having taken on his jacket, Squall crossed his arms and put his weight on one foot, himself making a point of distrust. The cop chuckled.

“What’re you doing for Hyne’s Eve?” he asked, not even bothering to comment on Squall’s obvious distancing.

“None of your business,” the brunet said sourly.

“Aw, it’s over two weeks already,” the cop complained though amused.

“…”

“So what are you doing on the holiday?”

“Working,” the youth answered.

Sure it had been a little over two weeks since the bastard had kidnapped him on his birthday of all days. To his shame he hadn’t been able to fend the man off for more than a week, though he had succeeded in kicking him out of the apartment.

“Working on a holiday?”

“Yes, ever heard of the expression?” Squall hissed.

A chuckle interrupted whatever the blond was going to say.

“Ouch, that must have hurt, hearing the truth and all that,” Teo chuckled and Seifer narrowed his eyes.

Squall grew impatient and just pushed his way past the slightly distracted blond. To his satisfaction he succeeded making the man stumble from imbalance. The door didn’t immediately close behind him and Squall turned around to face the somewhat more serious man.

“Seriously? You’re working on Hyne’s Eve?” he asked rather suspiciously.

“Yes.”

“No celebration? What about all the presents and good food?” Almasy smirked and stepped closer. Squall crossed his arms again.

“I’m not religious and it’s a religious holiday. I don’t understand why it’s an off day really. Not everyone is religious,” he muttered.

The statement only made the cop chuckle.

“Of course you’d be anal enough to go against the stream.”

“I’m celebrating it and prefer doing it with someone,” the cop continued and stepped too close for comfort.

Squall tilted his head back to be able to keep looking into the green eyes. He close to sighed. He knew he couldn’t keep angry for long, it was all just a show anyway.

“I get off work around eleven,” he muttered and Seifer smiled victorious.

“Eleven? Thought you worked to three?”

“No, it’s a special day, not my usual day,” Squall answered and glared at the hand and arm stroking his side. He wasn’t quite sure he should let it.

“I’ll come around by five,” Seifer murmured against his ear, making Squall flinch and try to back away from the intruding man, only to find the railing at his back.

“I start about then,” he said quietly even though it was a half truth and had to brace his hands against the broad chest unless he wished for a full out molestation out in the open.

“Yes, I know,” Seifer’s amusedly responded before nibbling at his throat.

Squall narrowed his eyes at the cunning bastard. This didn’t sound good. Not in his ears anyway.

“What’re you planning?” he asked suspiciously.

“It’s a surprise,” Almasy smirked and pushed him harder against the railing.

Squall avoided the mouth and had to settle with it abusing his ear. He took a shaky breath as the hard member grinded against his own swelling flesh.

“Do you ever think about something else?” he growled and just twisted enough to show his displeasure at the harassment.

“Have you two fucked yet?” The blond asked, ignoring the question.

Squall blinked up at the cop, green eyes looking down.

“What?”

“Has he fucked you yet?” Seifer asked again with a leer.

“No! You idiot, not everyone walks around with a constant hard-on!” he growled and hit the man hard in the chest.

It wasn’t enough for the bastard to distance himself. He hissed as a thigh pressed between his legs and stroked against his groin. His ear was nibbled and a strong hand teased the small of his back.

“Come on, kitten, I know you have fantasised about it in that slutty head of yours,” Seifer grinned while hot breath tickled Squall’s neck.

“I have not, you oaf, get off of me,” he growled though couldn’t quite push the invasive man away.

Almasy backed up somewhat, only to let one big hand grope him hard enough to force a squeak from Squall. As the cunning bastard stroked him hard and fast he gripped the grey trench coat and bit down hard to muffle the involuntary sounds. Damn bastard to do this to him outdoors in full view. Almasy hummed obviously pleased with the embarrassment he induced.

“What is this then, hum? So hot and needy in mere seconds, could it be because you are thinking naughty things during those lessons of yours?” Seifer murmured while starting to finger the outlines of the swollen cock.

“I am not! Stop it!” Squall hissed and pushed against the man.

He sucked in air as his midsection was gripped and used to lift him up at the railing. It made Squall come almost eyelevel to the other and their groins fit almost perfect, as the blond demonstrated by harshly pushing in between the youth’s spread legs. The brunet made a mix between a hiss and a groan as large hands gripped his leather clad buttocks and harshly smashed their groins together. Squall gripped the trench coat again to not fall backwards.

“What were you doing staying behind after class, huh? Did you beg him to fuck you? Did you use that slutty mouth of yours to make him hard and wet?” Almasy hoarsely said while grinding them together hard enough to see starts.

Squall tried to muffle the moan and fought his body as it soared skywards in pleasure. Anyone passing down on the street could see them. If not the neighbours across the street saw them and called the cops first.

“Stop,” he hoarsely asked close to desperation.

“Aw, you didn’t tell him to stop now did you? I’m sure you bent over that table and wagged your ass didn’t you?” Seifer cruelly but amusedly said.

“Did not,” Squall breathed while giving in and moved against the other.

He couldn’t understand where this would lead except to frustration. He wouldn’t drop his pants when it was freezing outside.

“Did I interrupt you two fucking? Was he deep inside your tight hole when I came and interrupted you?” Almasy growled and Squall moaned.

The picture of himself getting fucked by Teo wasn’t unpleasant in the least. Hyne, he was getting aroused.

“No,” he protested.

To being spoken about in such a way or because his body was relenting mercilessly he didn’t know.

“No? Was it because you saw me then, huh?” Seifer bit his jaw and grinded harder.

Squall could feel the hard flesh there through the pants and against his own swollen member. He circled his legs around the straight hips to get closer.

“You imagined my big cock ramming down your throat and got all hot and sweaty,” Almasy murmured and Squall made a pitiful noise.

He wasn’t doing this. Hyne, he wasn’t doing this. He did not picture himself getting deepthroat by that thick man meat while rutting on a railing where anyone could see them. The thought didn’t discourage him as he hoped, but made him harder and more desperate for release.

“Or did you want me to slam you up against the wall and fuck you senseless? Press my big cock in your dry hole until you screamed and begged for more.”

Squall whimpered between two moans and clung to the big body in desperate need. Hyne, how was this possible?

“Do you want daddy’s hard cock? Want me to bend you over right here and spread your insides?” Seifer growled against his ear.

Squall made another mix of a whimper and a moan and almost frantically moved against the other. So hard and needy the suggestion didn’t seem bad at all.

“Want me to slam inside and make you scream so loud the whole neighbour knows I’m fucking you?” the cop hoarsely asked and Squall moaned.

“Yes. Hyne, fuck me,” he moaned and the cop groaned in his hair.

“Put your big cock in me,” Squall breathed and felt the tingle in his lower spine.

The cop was softly cursing and the tensing of the strong body told Squall the man had come. He desperately clung to the blond as his mouth was dry and his eyes just didn’t want to stay open. His body was so harshly strung and his heart beat so hard, he thought for sure something would break. Then he was coming.

Squall bit down hard in the trench coat to muffle the wail that wanted to come out. Wetness spread in his briefs but he couldn’t find the strength to feel disgusted with it. In fact, he had a hard time finding strength enough to move at the moment. Once he had caught his breath and his heart had calmed down from the insane pace, Squall leaned away from the hard body he had clung to.

Green eyes were sated and amused and Squall made sure to glare daggers in the man. His whole body felt like jelly, but at least the cold air was a blessing instead of a curse right now. He was let down from the railing though not let to go away.

“Idiot,” he hissed and an eye brow shot up.

“Talking to yourself now too?”

“Anyone could have seen us!” Squall hissed, embarrassment slamming down like a fist once the throes of sex was over.

“Had I taken you indoors, you would have been forced to stay the rest of the day and Teo and I have things to do,” the cop leered.

Squall boxed him in the side and the cop made a strange hurtful grunt and stepped away. The pain in the handsome face was different, because Squall had yet to hit the man hard enough to actually hurt him. Not that he hadn’t tried before. Before he could question the fragility of the blond, Seifer stretched and stepped away. Obviously as pleased as a sun warm cat.

“I’ll come around five at Hyne’s Eve, don’t run away,” the blond smirked before going back inside to the warmth of the house.

The brunet had the childish urge to make a large snowball and throw it. But that would require going after the man if he wished to it his target. The youth hissed in irritation and stalked down the stairs before stopping. The bastard had effectively avoided to answer his question about why he would show up so early.

Squall stood staring at the door for a long time debating if he should just leave it or follow back inside to get an answer. The man couldn’t be planning on a fuck, could he? That would make a very short one. A short and rough one. Squall swallowed hard. Oh, that thought made his body start tingling even after the sweet release. Damn.

He left quickly and waded through the new snow that had fallen since he got to the teacher. It disturbed him that he felt… excited. Whatever the cop was planning, he was going along with it by letting the man plan it. Maybe he would just invade the apartment with all those silly Hyne’s Eve decoration things and food stuff? Though Squall had a hard time picturing the blond being someone enjoying the brightly decoration. The food though, sounded more appropriate.

The winter had come with all its strength. It was far below freezing and the snow lay in thick layers everywhere. Every place capable of holding the snow was almost full from the ploughing. Riding a motorcycle may not be the brightest idea. Squall was sure he was either alone about it or one of the very few. What was he to do when he only had the bike?

Once home, he changed clothes as quick as possible and then made a hot cup of chocolate. Something he only let himself enjoy on special occasions. This was his celebration of the three day stop of the factory machines. There were so many who took the days off during Hyne’s Eve that the boss had made the days official holidays. So for Squall that meant two days full-paid without any work. He often heard people complaining about the lack in gil during this period. For Squall it was the best month of the year, because he could make extra gil the days he was off the factory.

Often he put those extra gil on his motorcycle. This year he hoped to afford those wings he had been drooling over. He still hadn’t decided on the colour. He’d probably buy black ones that he would decorate paint himself. His whole Gilgamesh was a work from own hands. It was pitch black with strings of silver and red making it look a little more streamlined. Gilgamesh was powerful and fast but it lacked some of those streamlines that would boost its appearance and speed.

Squall put away the pictures he had made of his own bike. It was the best way to see what changes in appearance would suite it best before he bought anything. He instead took out his school books and set to do the home-works he had gotten.

*****

He glared at his alarm for the second time during the same minute. The brunet continued walking back and forth in his apartment. He was as good as ready to go off to his work and only the light in the hallway was lit. Everything else was dark. He was late.

Squall glared at the alarm again and continued pacing. The cop was late. It was already ten minutes over fife. Then again Almasy hadn’t exactly said he’d come to fife. Squall stopped by his window and glared at the frost circling it. He had decided that he was agitated because the bastard was late. Not that Squall had any obligations what so ever to stay and wait for the blond, but he still didn’t want to go to work before seeing what the man was up to.

Not that he was the slightest excited about whatever stupid thing the cop had planed. Anyone would be… nervous or agitated with such a promise. Right? The youth jumped as the door bell called and he narrowed his eyes at it. Taking a deep breath, Squall walked over while schooling himself. He was going to make it perfectly clear that he under no circumstances was going to come too late to work.

When he opened, however, he had to admit that the tightening in his belly and sudden dryness in his mouth had little to do with anger or fear. The cop was dressed in that grey trench-coat and some black pants and a thick, dark looking sweater. Not expensive or even modern clothing, but it still made the blond look like some millionaire or photo model out for a stroll in the park. Or maybe just like some rich crime lord.

Maybe it was just because he had seen the cop wear it at suspicious places, but he thought it was something… dark around the clothing. Looking up in green eyes, he was proud to keep his suspicious glare as the blond seemed too amused for Squall’s own good.

“You’re late,” he growled and an eye brow arched.

“I said around fife, not at fife,” he humoured and walked inside in the manner that made you step aside in fear of being run over.

The youth closed the door before turning around with his arms crossed over his chest and his weight at one foot. Almasy racked his eyes up and down the lean form,
and Squall stuck out his chin in defiance. There should be laws against looking at someone in that way.

“What did you want?” the youth asked rather coldly.

He noted that the man didn’t seem to have anything with him. The shark smile spread at sensuous lips and Squall swallowed. He involuntarily backed in to the door as the blond stepped closer. Putting a hand at each side of the youth and leaning down, they had perfect eye contact.

“What’s this? Why are you barking like a skittish animal?” he purred and they were close enough to feel each others breaths.

Squall hitched at his breathing and felt a blush crawl up his neck at the intense reaction of his body. This was insane. One shouldn’t react just because a body is close by.

“I’m not. I don’t like to wait. I need to go to work,” he said sharply which didn’t wipe away the smirk.

“Or maybe… you’re this tense because you want daddy’s cock?” Seifer continued.

Squall was rather used to the blond’s bluntness, but the comment made his face blazing red as certain parts of his anatomy reacted against his wishes.

“Don’t be stupid,” he hissed and tried to push his way out of the crowding.

As a large hand travelled downwards, Squall quickly blocked it from touching parts he did not wish to be touched. He made an embarrassing whine as his ear was bitten. It didn’t take much for those dominating lips to catch his and Squall pressed back against the door. They fought for a silly few seconds before the big hand cupped him and made him moan in the kiss. The youth gripped the arm but couldn’t drag it away.

“What have you been fantasising about? Or are you this hard from just a kiss?” the cop humoured and Squall felt the blush intensify.

“No,” he grunted and bit his lip at a certain perfect squeeze.

“Then you thought about my hard cock in your tight hole and got all hot and dirty?” Seifer purred and nibbled his jaw and throat.

Squall shock his head as he didn’t dare open his mouth for fear of making some embarrassing noise. What was he to expect when the cop had told him to stay home? Hyne knew the blond ever had only one thing in mind. Squall made a protesting noise as his trousers was opened.

“Stop,” he said hoarsely as the trousers and then the briefs were yanked down his hips.

He yelped as his throat was gripped and used to keep him against the door. Squall groaned as his pulsing manhood was fisted and stroked. His throat was held hard enough for him to instinctually grip the callous fingers. As his mouth was forcefully breached again, he moaned and moved his hips into the strong hand.

“Really? You seem a little contradicting here,” Seifer leered and stroked the hardening cock a little faster.

Squall moaned and tried to desperately gather himself enough to not make such a pitiful sight. Still, as the hand let him go, he made a complaining noise and jerked his hips. The strong hand pressed between his legs and Squall yelped as a couple fingers pressed inside him.

“Or did you want some attention here?” Almasy purred and set to rhythmically push in and draw out.

Squall only spread his legs what little he could so those fingers could get deeper. The fingers withdrew and the youth panted lightly.

“There’s no time,” he breathed against the lips lightly biting his.

“There’s plenty of time,” the cop smirked and the fingers were back.

Squall moaned as two pushed inside harshly. They withdrew and the cop pushed something else inside. Something slightly larger and colder. The youth jolted and made a faint squeal.

“What?” he gasped as whatever it was were pushed inside deeply followed by something long and thin.

It was pushed in and drawn out slowly and the brunet gasped lightly. He fisted the trench coat and didn’t quite know what to make of all this.

“Ever played with toys?” the cop murmured against his ear before nibbling at the flesh.

“Toys?” Squall croaked and squirmed to get away.

The hand around his throat let go, but instead the cop stepped as close as he could. It effectively made Squall grip the clothes of the man and feel just a slight dizziness in being so crowded. It confused him how he never felt the same uneasiness being cornered by this man and others. The soft clinking of small chains made him snap to attention.

“What are you…?” he asked while trying to disentangle himself.

He yelped as coldness stretched between his legs and cheeks and at each side of his pulsing length.

“I’ll come get you when you get off work. I might bring a friend,” Seifer hummed.

Squall struggled to get away as a cold chain circled his waist too.

“You will not,” the youth growled, not at all at ease with what was happening.

Once done, Almasy stepped back enough for Squall to touch and see what had been done. Thin chains were locked around his hips and drawn between his legs to ensure he couldn’t take away whatever had been put inside of him.

“What the fuck? Take it off!” Squall growled and glared up at the smug man.

“No,” the cop smirked.

By pure reaction, Squall lashed out, but his fist only took in a shoulder and not across the smug mouth he had hoped. He grunted as he was slammed back against the door and his hands were caught above his head. The brunet gasped as his length was fisted and stroked. He glared at the other but it was rather spoiled as he was blushing like a virgin.

“I can’t have this fucking thing on! I’m working tonight, remember?” he hissed and fought furious to get free and to not get even more aroused.

“Of course you can. It even fits under that so called uniform of yours. Mind not taking it off when you go off your shift?” the cop huskily leered.

Squall hissed in anger and tried to knee the bastard which was parried.

“Feisty aren’t you. You better calm down kitten or I might have to put a leach on you too,” Seifer chuckled.

“Bastard!” the youth shouted.

“Heard worse.”

The youth panted as his cock was expertly stroked and teased, rendering all his tries at containing himself useless. He was achingly hard and once he stopped fighting it the arousal hit him unbearably. A thumb teased the head of his cock and Squall moaned deeply and arched away from the door. The cop suddenly let go of the swollen member and started correcting his clothes instead.

“Stop!”

“Stop? You told me to stop fingering you and so I did. Now you want me to continue?” Seifer asked in mock seriousness.

“I can’t go like this,” Squall said lowly, beyond humiliation.

“Go like what?”

Squall looked away from the glittering green eyes. He was going to die from embarrassment. He jolted as gentle fingers travelled his cock.

“Like this? All hard and needy? I’m sure no one will notice the difference,” Almasy chuckled.

“Bastard,” the youth repeated as his hips strained to thrust into the gentle hand.

“If you ask really nicely I might take pity on you,” he offered and Squall glared.

Suddenly the door bell called and both flinched from the sudden disturbance. Squall felt the familiar panic he had felt a certain other time when it had been Irvine coming by looking for the blond.

“Hyne,” he said without realising it.

Struggling to get lose was as useless as before.

“Let go!” he muted demanded.

“Expecting someone else?” Seifer asked with an arched eyebrow.

Squall shook his head. The only good thing about the unexpected call was that it served to cool his pounding blood. The cop was slow to let go off him. By the look in green eyes Squall hoped it wasn’t his landlord, because the sleazy man would get cut to pieces.

The door bell called again and Squall desperately tried to done his clothes. It was damn hard what with a still half hard erection. Hyne, he couldn’t open that door. If he was half as red as he thought he was, he’d look like some flustered teenager caught with his hand in his pants. The cop had thankfully stepped back and was an ominous presence behind him. Please Hyne, don’t let it be his landlord. Still Squall had the sinking feeling it was. He was behind paying again because the bastard wanted the money before paying day.

The youth took a deep breath and tried to imagine Craig, it always served to give him a dark mood. The bell called again and Squall opened before it had gone silent. What met him made him stare for a long, long moment.

At the door step a man a few years his senior stood. About half a head taller than Squall. Dark hair, dark eyes, ash grey skin from too much smoking and whatever illegal substances he took. Thin and unkempt with clothes that had seen better days.

“Hi Squall,” he greeted and put his hand in his back pocket.

Squall stared for another moment while his brain slowly started working beyond the shook and panic.

“Nida,” the brunet succeeded getting out without sounding completely taken off guard.

“Yeah, long time no see eh?” the man smiled.

It was that kind of strained smile he always had when he was nervous. Nida shifted his weight and lifted the bag over his shoulder to a better position.

“So… you look good,” he continued.

Squall’s hand started hurting and he quickly eased the death-grip he had around the door frame. Spirits, what being had he pissed off enough to land him this mess?

“I know it’s kinda sudden and all but could I come in? I just like… wanna talk,” Nida said rushed and shifted stance again.

Squall was feeling a too familiar panic trying to cloud his head. This if something he did not want the cop to stick his nose in.

“Um… What’s you been doing? Still…racing…?” Nida faltered and his eyes shifted from Squall to behind him.

The brunet froze as the cop pressed up behind him with one elbow at the door and the other hand resting at the doorframe.

“Beat it, we was on our way out,” the cop growled and Nida paled.

The dark eyes quickly looked away from the intimidating man and he took an unconscious step back.

“Right. Sorry. A… See you later then,” the man said quickly before abruptly turning away and hurrying down the stairs.

Squall tried to not look as relived as he felt because Almasy could be up to no good when he scared of Nida. He tried to grab his jacked and get out quickly but his hand was caught. The youth stared up into green eyes and raced his brain to come up with something decent to whatever question the man could ask him.

“Old friend?”

“Something like that,” Squall admitted.

“Old boyfriend?”

“Something like that…” the youth quietly said, feeling dread.

Green eyes were studying him in the way that made him feel translucent. Like he was a damn book the cop was reading. He tore away his gaze to look at the watch.

“I need to go.”

“Yeah.”

Squall didn’t realise he had gone without protest until he was in the blond’s car. When he sat down he was uncomfortably reminded about certain things. He gave the man a dirty look that only made the blond laugh.


Author’s Note:

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