To Trust A Cop

Warnings: lemon, yaoi
Beta: working on it
Notes: Thank you so much for your words. It means a lot when you say what you think and but effort in the reviews. Even though I’m happy for a “well done, keep it up” too ;)
I have a beta working her ass off. She’s at chapter 16.... we’re at 28....
I don’t know how much you want to know my thoughts about their relationship and the characters, but if you read the story(again?) you’ll see that our lion is clearly telling people what he thinks about things. In his own... special silent way. ;)


28

It was warm and comfortable and he managed to convince himself about that for another few minutes. Then his arm started complaining at the lack of blood and the rest of his body followed suite by a demand to stretch.

Making an irritated groan, Seifer stretched sleepy arms and legs. However, his arm complaining at lack of blood was secured under the brunet. The blond grinned lazily and wiggled his arm without getting a response from the sleeping youth. Still dead to the world then.

The only light in the room came from a couple lamps at the wall close to the door. Angling his trapped arm, the blond managed to see what time it was on his arm-watch. Well past ten in the morning. Seifer rested back and studied the ceiling. Teo must have left about two hours ago. He had had things to do after all.

Blond eyebrows scrunched as he had a faint memory of the man waking up and as silently as possibly going about getting out. The cop stretched again before getting up on the trapped elbow and dragging the quilt from narrow shoulders. The blond smirked as he got to see their handiwork.

The pale back was littered with bruises, especially the slender neck. Tracing a few of them, the cop couldn’t help but yet again marvel over the paleness to the boy. It seemed a natural colour that probably wouldn’t taw under the sun even if given decent time. Some people just had that kind of resilient skin that didn’t get affect by the sun easily.

Squall seemed to realise that or he just didn’t have time to spend dallying under the sun during summer. Didn’t much matter. Seifer preferred him this way. All pale glory and stormy eyes.

Carefully licking a couple bruises, he also stroked the strong body in an inspective manner. He wasn’t comfortable studying the youth like this when the brunet was conscious. It would stir too many questions and Squall would probably shot hackles at invaded privacy. Touchy guy.

The youth was thin, though he had been worse of the first time the blond had touched him. He had had ribs showing and sharp bones poking out where they shouldn’t. Seifer had preferences when it came to guys and girls. A guy needed to be fit, but not so thin bones were visible. Finally his efforts had started to pay off and you couldn’t see the ribs any longer. Squall had probably not realised the state of his own body.

Almasy snorted and abused an ear partly hidden in chocolate strands. Stroking abused buttocks, he soon traced fingers down to that inviting entrance. Squall complained and moved slightly in his sleep.

Letting up to eye the enticing back, his cock throbbed heatedly at the sight of bruised buttocks. His handiwork. His subduing. Remembering last night only served to make his blood rush. The sweet, sweet submission that would be gone and forgotten in a week from now. Seifer pushed a couple fingers in the sticky anus and the lithe youth whimpered.

They easily slipped the whole way inside and even a third finger was swallowed easily. It was to be expected what with the rough play yesterday night. Poking around, he found the right angle. Prodding that sensitive spot made the youth stir and lashes flutter.

“Stop,” Squall groaned and twisted lethargically.

Seifer just pushed his thumb between the still slightly red lips and put a knee between the brunet’s. To his surprise, sharp teeth bit down. Not hard enough to really hurt, but a good warning. He bit the bruised neck in retaliation and the lithe brunet whimpered.

Squall twisted and Seifer withdrew his thumb only so he could claim the tasty lips. The blond grinded his swollen length against the hard body and thrust his fingers a little deeper. The youth moaned weakly and twisted to try and get on his back. Seifer didn’t let him. Everyone knew cats were as most dangerous on their backs.

“Stop it,” Squall growled and unsuccessfully tried closing his legs.

“What are you complaining about?”

“I was sleeping.”

Seifer smirked against a pale shoulder at the childish replay.

“If I let you sleep any longer we’re going to have to pay for a second night, are you really up for that?” he murmured.

The brunet gasped as a certain sensitive spot was caressed. Seifer kept to the spot and rubbed it adamantly. It made the other moan and squirm in mounting pleasure.

“What time is it?” Squall breathed and one hand gripped the pillow.

The cop ignored the question and instead spread the shapely legs a little more. Pushing a fourth finger in the lax anus earned him a strange muffled whimper/cry.

“Stop,” Squall hissed.

Seifer gritted his teeth as sharp nails dug down in his arm. How the kid could have so damn sharp nails when they were so short was beyond him. Hastily withdrawing his fingers and giving the punished buttocks a couple harsh spanks had the brunet crying out and stop wiggling around.

“Didn’t you learn anything yesterday?” he darkly asked as he returned his attention to the enticing entrance.

“I’m too sore,” Squall whimpered.

The blond hummed a response and stroked the pale throat. He sneaked his hand under the brunet and found a very hard erection.

“Doesn’t seem to be a problem,” he hummed.

“It’s just morning wood,” Squall whined but still bucked in the cop’s hand.

“And you’re supposed to take care of it, not just ignore it.”

“I don’t need it,” Squall sullenly replayed and the cop smirked again.

Stroking a thumb over the swollen head and licking a couple deep bruises earned him a quickening of breath and fists clenching in the pillow again. The blond shifted so he was above the other. Using his knees, he spread the lean legs and had the lovely ass raise a little in the air.

The brunet shifted too. He spread his legs a little more to get balance and enough space between hips and bed to make Seifer able to keep stroking his cock. The blond gave a shuddering breath in pleasure at the sight. Squall kept shoulders in the bed which made his back curve in the most enticing way.

The large cock grinded lazily in the slippery cleft between the blushing buttocks. The swollen head teased the red anus and Seifer made sure to keep the youth at edge by not quite penetrating. When he sunk into the hot hole, the brunet gave a gasp/cry but stayed still. The blond groaned as he easily sunk balls deep in one push. Still gripping him lovingly, but being so stretched and wet made it feel like that of a girl’s.

He withdrew until the cock head was left and then thrust back in. It earned him another of those gasping cries. The brunet was sore to be sure, but his cock was still rock hard and was starting to leak.

“You feel like a girl,” he murmured.

“Do not,” the brunet gasped.

Seifer smirked at the childish replay and let go of the hard cock to be able to balance at two hands. Starting to thrust hard and adamant, Seifer made sure to find that angle that would make the youth’s world rock. He knew he had found it at the reflexive tightening of the wet tunnel and at the change of tone in the breathy cry/gasps.

“You sound just like a girl getting cock too,” the cop huskily said.

Squall didn’t really, but it turned him on to hear the brunet try to muffle the noises. It turned him on even more as he easily destroyed that attempt by giving a string of fast thrusts that drove the body down in the bed. Skilled, pale hands fisted the pillows so hard the knuckles whitened.

Seifer groaned and closed his eyes hard in a moment of concentrated will. Thrusting inside as deep as possible and staying, he then made circles with his hips.

“You like taking it like a girl too, don’t you?” the blond hummed and sucked on a shoulder while his hand found the brunet’s hard length.

“Fuck me,” Squall moaned and moved his hips down in the blond’s hand and back on the cock.

Seifer groaned at the unexpected response. Hyne, he needed to make the brunet more submissive more often. He got up on his knees and slipped from the hole with a wet sound. Gripping lean hips, Seifer dragged the youth up with him. Squall obediently placed himself on knees and elbows, grinding back against the large cock.

The cock head slipped inside and Seifer stayed there to tease the ring of muscle. He was sweating in strain to not come. Large hands bruised the pale waist to keep the youth still. Thrusting inside completely only to return to teasing, made the brunet gasp and buck back against him.

“Want this? Want my big cock fucking you now?” Seifer growled.

If the brunet ever realised what power he really had, the cop would be helpless. The one taking it always could go further than the one giving, it was just a matter of realising it.

“Yes, fuck me hard,” Squall moaned and tried moving.

Seifer smacked the red ass hard enough to have the other cry out.

“Please fuck me hard daddy,” the brunet whimpered and arched his back.

“Good boy.” Seifer pounded inside the welcoming hole and this time didn’t stop.

There could only be so much playing around in the morning after all. Shifting the angle, the brunet soon cried out in those high pitched noises so typical him when getting a good pounding.

The cop fisted the dangling erection and jerked it off in time with his hard thrusts. Squall couldn’t keep himself up then, but fell down to his shoulders again. White spots exploded behind his eyes as the brunet came and the anus clamped down hard around his thick length.

So tight. So good. Managing a couple thrusts in that heavenly grip, Seifer groaned at his own release. When the colourful explosion lit up, he let the brunet sink down completely in the bed under him. The sight of widely spread legs and the newly fucked anus was almost enough to make him want to start all over again.

Even he knew his limits however. The brunet wouldn’t forgive him for the next year if he over did it. He lay down at his back again, feeling satisfied and awake. Not even coffee could compare to a good morning romp… Frowning Seifer rethought that. The best clearly was a good fuck and coffee. Squall turned to his side and blue-grey eyes glared at him. That stormy glare made him smirk. Was that strong will a born ability or something life had beaten into him? Or a mix?

Without words Squall took his arm with the watch and the glare intensified as he saw what time it was. Before the brunet could try and sit up, Seifer wrapped an arm around the beauty. Hissing like a drenched cat, sharp nails was put in his arm hard enough to hurt like hell. The blond shifted grip, but the agile creature twisted around and lay chest against chest. Not a position you wanted a potential violent person to be in. Still he smirked in the face of the stormy anger.

“Let go.”

“Why? What do you have to do a day off?”

“There are a lot of things I could do, rather than sleeping away the day.” Squall struggled faintly to get up.

Either he didn’t really want to get away or he was in too much discomfort to put more energy behind it.

“Like what?” Seifer mused and tried licking a finely shaped jaw.

Squall just avoided the move.

“Why didn’t you ask me if I wanted Teo to be here?”

A blond eyebrow arched. It wasn’t a question he had expected just yet.

“You didn’t like it?” he purred.

If the youth said he hadn’t liked it, Seifer was inclined to spank him again for lying.

“He’s my teacher! How am I supposed to work with him now?” Squall hissed and put effort in getting up.

This time Seifer didn’t fight the potentially violent man. Not when the blue-grey eyes showed just how seriously wronged he felt. It made the blond’s blood rush again and his heart beat excitedly. Who could take that kind of punishment like Squall had last night and still send those icy glares at said punisher?

“Don’t worry about it. Teo’s a professional. He won’t hold it against you,” Seifer promised.

“That’s not the point,” the brunet growled and gingerly stood up.

Putting arms behind his head, Seifer amused himself with watching the man. There were robes by the door for them to use and their clothes would come to the bathing area once they went there. He had to give the youth credit to be able to straighten his walk across the room even though his movements were slow and careful. Sighing, he joined the brunet by the door as there clearly was no other option.

“Teo left a few hours ago,” the blond explained as he knew the brunet surely was wondering but didn’t want to ask.

“I didn’t ask.”

“You wanted to.”

“Did not.” Seifer smirked at the sullen tone.

The brunet silently followed him back to the bathroom. He let the youth take the shower first since the warm water softening sore muscles should do wonders to the brunet’s mood. There was a cabinet with different shampoos and oils and ointments Seifer frequently used on his poor partners. Taking good care of your partner often resulted in second times. Not to his surprise, blue-grey eyes glared suspiciously at him when he pushed aside the shower curtain.

“Don’t give me that, kitten. Trust me, this will feel good,” he chuckled.

Suspicious, suspicious creature. The lean body was tense under him for long minutes. Obviously massage wasn’t something the boy was used to. Strange, since he hadn’t been close to a virgin when they first meet. Granted, he had not been the wild sort to try untraditional things but a massage was something everybody should use. Who tried fucking a girl without giving her a thorough foreplay anyway?

Then again, he wasn’t sure Squall had been with a woman, he doubted it. He was too much of a social disaster for it. Girls often required the guy taking the initiative and the way Squall glared at people, not even a brave woman would have approached him. Pushing his thumbs into tense shoulders he had the brunet hissing and trying to get away.

“Be still,” he ordered.

The youth didn’t take the suggestion and kept trying to get away. The cop was pretty sure it hurt, but it was to be expected what with the level of strain in the muscles. Giving up on trying loosening them up, he continued down the body. Squall twisted but didn’t try to break away. Seifer could almost hear the gears turning in the pretty head. How the youth tried to determine if he liked it or not and if it was some kind of foreplay.

“You’re like a skittish horse, you know that?” the cop murmured.

Squall made a growling sound and blue-grey eyes glinted angrily. Seifer didn’t push the issue as the brunet obviously had had enough massage. Looking down, the blond tried to understand just what went on inside the youth. The kid had probably not had anyone capable of handling him the way he should be handled. Most guys would probably cringe away from the wilful man.

They would probably do everything the secure way which would be fucking on the brunet’s terms and not getting too close to the core of the youth. The cop had meet a few persons like the youth before. Persons who protected themselves so tightly that they didn’t let someone close. But he had never met anyone doing it by nature.

Always there had been some abuse behind the behaviour. Squall just seemed to be that way by nature. Suspicious and violently careful. The stormy eyes shifted and the insecurities well hidden in the brunet showed through.

Again, Seifer didn’t think it was some kind of healing-abuse-symptom, just the evidence that Squall thought about things way too much. It wasn’t healthy turning things over in your head so many times it became impossible to remember how things started.

“You need to stop thinking so much,” the cop smirked.

Eyes narrowed and mouth pressed thin, Squall pushed out from the shower stall. Almasy just smirked and shook his head before washing off.

When Seifer was done, the skittish brunet had already dressed. Squall had put on his normal clothes instead of the uniform from his work. Nice, warm clothes that was a bit worn. It didn’t look half bad on him though the blond preferred seeing him in the leather.

The cop made short process of getting dressed since his stomach rumbled loudly in complaint. Nothing gave you such an appetite as a good night of sex.

“Someplace special you want to eat?” he asked as they made for the exit.

Blue-grey eyes narrowed as if he had just insulted the youth and not asked what he wanted to eat.

“No.”

“Alright, then we go to my favourite place,” Seifer smirked.

It earned him another of those icy glares. In the start those glares had actually made his blood boil and his body tingle. Like just before a fight. Now they made him shiver in part excitement, part amusement. How had this kid been if he could have handled a gunblade? Or any kind of weapon? He’d probably been a menace.

“I want to go home,” Squall quietly said while looking away.

“After breakfast,” the cop promised.

It just made fine eyebrows scrunch, but Squall didn’t protest again.

*****

He was exhausted once outside the apartment building again. Squall looked after cop as this drove away. Merciful Hyne. What had just happened?

The whole night was like some dream. A scary, wildly arousing dream. It made him heated just thinking about it. Squall forced himself to think of something else, otherwise he would be burning red in seconds.

The brunet slowly made his way inside and up the stairs. Days off was meant to be relaxing days. But he felt more exhausted than after a week of working. Threesomes was definitely interesting, but they were something to happen few times far between.

He had slept with Teo.

Squall felt his cheeks start burning again when remembering the intense dark, gaze of the man. Stupid cop to not ask him beforehand. How could he say that he didn’t wish Teo to participate when they were already on the way?

For some reason he couldn’t shrug off the experience the way he had been able to those other times. When he had been with those other officers too. He should feel rather satisfied since sex with the cop, he grudgingly had to admit, was good. Not this time.

Something about it all had made him feel uneasy and stressed. Like something new had happened and he couldn’t remember or pinpoint it. This certain session had been different. It wasn’t, he thought, the addition of Teo. It was something else but he couldn’t figure it out.

Reaching his floor, he stopped in his tracks. By his door, Nida sat. When the man saw him, he quickly gained his feet. He stared at the other for a long, silent while. Squall eyed him silently. Still as rugged and lanky with unkempt hair and worn clothes as Squall could remember him. By Nida’s feet there was a bag. Nida put his hands in his pockets and his eyes were wavering back and forth so typical him.

Squall felt blank after the initial spark of panic. What was he supposed to say or do? He had almost forgotten about the man. It felt like eternities ago. That life. That person he had been and those persons he had associated himself with. Nida nodded a greeting and weighed back and forth at his feet.

“Hi… um… your boyfriend isn’t with you?” he asked nervously.

That little uneasy panicked feeling disappeared completely. It felt so strange. Like he was a person who had known the person that had once shared his life with this man. Like Squall was an older brother or an acquaintance. Not the person in question. Squall frowned and decided to step closer.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” he answered shortly which made Nida’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Oh, really?”

Squall didn’t say anything but stood staring at the other for clarification as to why Nida was there.

“I mean, really? I just thought… he looked…”

“Why are you here? How did you find me?” Squall cut him off.

Squall had been careful in cutting all ties and move away from that life. Not very hard since he had close to no friends part from Nida. Dark eyes wavered back and forth and the older man made some attempts at lying through his teeth before he found some satisfying answer.

“I sort of asked around a little and stuff. I know what store you buy parts at and stuff and I… Well… I just wanted to see you, you know? It’s been a while.”

Squall arched an eyebrow in disbelief. He knew he made a stupid mistake of going back to the same shop for parts. But they had good prices and the stuff he wanted. And he had been kind of sure no one but Nida knew about his favourite shop and so no one else than the dark haired man would go so far just to find him.

“You’re looking good,” Nida continued and made a general gesture with his hand.

The silence dragged on as Squall still waited for the reason to this uncomfortable encounter. Nida scratched his jaw and sighed.

“I’m sort of thrown to the streets,” Nida meet his eyes and searched them for a while,” I could use a place to crash at.”

Squall sighed and closed his eyes. Great, just what he needed.

“Just for a while! Until I get a job and an apartment. I already have thumbs at a couple jobs and it’ll probably just be a couple weeks or so. I could sleep on the couch,” the man hurriedly ensured.

“I don’t have a couch,” Squall replied bitingly.

Who by Hyne had he pissed off to land him this misfortune? He had a feeling he had asked himself that before. What was he to do? He had no obligations to this man. No reason to help him out.

“Just a couple weeks and I’ll pay you as fast as I get my first salary,” the man pleaded.

Squall pressed his lips firmly together and gave the other a disdainful glare. He so had no energy to deal with this now.

“No,” he answered lowly.

“You know I wouldn’t bother you if there was something else I could do… but I kinda don’t have anyone else to ask,” the man explained.

Squall glared at the other for that comment. How could he just turn his back on the man after that? He wasn’t That callous. A couple weeks couldn’t hurt, he wasn’t home most of the time anyway. Then again, the thought of the cop and Nida meeting didn’t sit well with him.

Grinding his teeth, Squall massaged his forehead. Then again, the bastard cop had no right to question his private life and who he let live in his apartment.

“Fine, a couple weeks then,” he muttered and Nida smiled brightly.

“Thanks Squall, I won’t make a mess and I won’t bother you at all,” the man promised with obvious relief in his voice.

Unlocking his door, the feeling of dread creep up Squall’s back. He was just asking for trouble, that was what he did.

“Whoa, what is all this?” Nida asked when seeing the boxes.

“Nothing,” the brunet ground out while taking off jacket and boots.

Nida made an attempt to peek into one of the boxes and Squall threw his jacket at it. The man held up his hands, clearly getting the message. The dark haired man followed the brunet’s example and was soon strolling around in the apartment while Squall tried making his brain function.

He wanted to go to sleep even though it was the middle of the day. He needed to study and he needed to paint. He couldn’t do anything of it since it felt like he had a stranger looking over his shoulder.

Squall decided to try the art anyway and carefully sat down by his table. Nida slumped down at the bed with his hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t you have a couple jobs you had to check out?” Squall growled.

“Oh, yeah but…”

“Then go about it,” the brunet snapped and glared.

Staring at each other, Squall saw something shift in the dark eyes before the man shrunk away and broke eye contact. Had it always been so easy? Squall wanted to remember that it hadn’t been so easy getting through his will.

“Sure, um… I’ll be back later?”

The man stood up. Squall turned his back on him again.

“I’ll be home,” Squall reassured.

“Right.”

There was a long moment where Nida stood silent. Then he moved to the door and soon there was a faint good bye and the door closing.

Squall put down his pencil and clenched his eyes hard while massaging his forehead. Hyne, this was so not a good decision.


Author’s Note:
And voila! I got a plot twist? Maybe? Aw, maybe not. He’s not a Laguna-type but he was planet from scratch so he’ll have to do.
I’m excited about your reaction to the next set of chapters coming up.