To Trust A Cop

Beta: yes, the shy one *lol*
Notes: Your comments really are a bell. I hadn’t thought about chapter one and two as if they could have been two completely different stories. May be because I’ve always known the background to these two guys and it has always reflected in their actions and so on ;)
Now I may have revealed too much…

Anyway, I’m going strong with this story. I have a rather clear way of where I want to take it, it’s just the issue of keeping the boys on the road and not beside it.


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He threw his head back and swallowed gallons of cold, fresh air. The thundering from the music was somewhat subdued as the door closed behind him.

By the mighty Hyne! How was he supposed to survive even one night at this place? The music was splitting his head in two, the stench from smoke and sweat was almost overwhelming his senses. The crowd of the people was likely to make him panic any minute. How was he supposed to survive even one night?

The door opened and closed and Squall glanced around. Trixy lit her cigarette and after inhaling the dangerous smoke and exhaling, she crossed her arms and eyed him.

“You okay?” she asked and Squall nodded.

“Just take it easy and don’t push yourself too much. You’ll come around faster that way,” she advised him and he nodded again.

He closed his eyes for a moment and hung his head, willing his shoulders to relax. It wasn’t just the music and all that, it was his excuses for clothes too. He thought Mr. Unimas had joked when he had given Squall the clothes.

It was uncomfortable tight(enough for him to be forced to not have any underwear); low riding leather trousers, tight net-shirt, bracelets and sandals. It showed as much skin as possible and as much forms as possible. The waiters weren’t supposed to entertain the guests like the strippers but they were supposed to be easy on the eye.

Trixy had complimented his good looks and she said she understood why their boss had employed him. Squall didn’t like it. Squall was uncomfortable and irritable and regretted very much ever-stepping foot inside the club. But! He had to prevail. He would certainly get used to it, just as Trixy said.

“Alright. Back to work,” the woman said sternly and stamped out the cig.

She gave Squall an encouraging smile and a pat on his shoulder.

*****

Eight o’clock, Squall stumbled into his apartment. Head ringing, whole body aching from tenseness, stomach a hard knot from hunger, throat dry like sandpaper. He contemplated just going to bed but realised he needed to eat something.

Slumping down by the table, the brunet started munching on a piece of hard bread and a glass of water, too tired to fix anything else. He felt sick from tiredness. Thanks Hyne he started earlier that day and didn’t need to stay behind cleaning and so could get home earlier.

The young man dragged his feet to his bed and discarded the tight clothing on the way. He didn’t have the strength to place them somewhere else than on the floor anyway. Squall was almost asleep before he fully had curled up on the bed.

*****

He woke up suddenly. Disorientated, the youth sat still in the bed. The sun was steaming in from the only window. The city was awake outside and Squall was pretty sure he was too tired to wake up just yet. So why was he awake?

Looking at his watch he saw it wasn’t more than a few minutes past ten. Groaning, the brunet fell back down. Maybe he had just had some dream or something. Suddenly the doorbell blared and Squall sat up straight again, heart pounding.

What the…?

It blared again, trying to mimic some melody Squall faintly remembered. Groaning he dragged himself out of bed. If it was that stupid slimy creep coming to bark at him, Squall was so going to wring his neck.

He grabbed a shirt and put it on for a little modesty before stalking to the door, thunder around him. Sure he looked like walking wrath; he opened and glared at the person daring to disturb him.

“You deaf or something? I’ve been hitting this stupid thing for ten minutes now.”

Squall blinked up into the green eyes and was for a moment dumbstruck. What was the cop doing outside his apartment? While the rudely awakened brunet tried to make his brain start to function, the irritation left the handsome blond and was replaced by amused appreciation.

His eyes racked the youth’s body up and down and he showed off his white teeth in a wolf smile.

“Though I appreciate the view right now,” he purred and Squall glared.

He closed the door with a bang and locked it, crossing his arms. The blond called something and banged at the door. Squall ignored him and turned his back to it before stalking back to his bed, fully intending to go back to sleep. Great. Of course it would be the stupid blond who was the cause to his need for another job. Maybe Squall would have taken a second job anyway, but it felt better to blame it on the stupid cop.

As he slumped down into his bed again, the man didn’t relent his abuse on the door. The bell was attacked viciously and Squall threw the pillow over his head, trying to shut the sound out.

Of course it wasn’t working and Almasy seemed to have endless patience when it came to ticking off others. Growling, he walked back to the door and yanked it open.

“What!?” he growled and Seifer didn’t look as amused as before.

“Don’t shut the door in my face.”

“You have no right to complain. You’re the one barging into other people’s lives!” Squall retorted and the cop snorted.

“Actually I’m still outside your apartment.”

“Then go away!” Squall continued growling and banged the door shut and locked it again.

He turned his back to it and crossed his arms. If Almasy didn’t get the point he sure was dense. He sighed and rolled his eyes as the door was knocked at.

“Come now, babe, don’t force me to use my badge to have your landlord opening for me,” the cop chirped and Squall clenched his jaw hard.

That would be troublesome. It would give the slimy man reason to kick him out and then everything would crumble. Squall tore open the door and stepped aside for the bastard to come in. He didn’t hide his anger at this intrusion, but the blond didn’t care. He waltzed inside without taking off his boots.

Squall closed the door and followed the man, picking up his own discarded working clothes and trying to tidy up a little by shifting one heap to another place or other pathetic things like that. The cop looked out the window before turning back to him, trademark smirk in place. Squall crossed his arms and held his head high.

As Almasy racked his body again, Squall became aware of how little clothes he had on. A shirt wasn’t nearly enough to make him feel comfortable.

“What do you want?” he asked coldly and those green eyes sparkled in amusement.

“Lunch?” the cop held up a plastic carrier and Squall arched an eyebrow.

He easily hid his excitement at the prospect of food by frowning.

“Why? What do you want? I won’t have sex with you, if that’s what you’re after?” he said dryly.

“Don’t get all antsy. Where’s your plates?” the cop said a little irritated and continued out into the kitchen area.

Squall quickly followed him and barely reached in time to shut the cupboard the man opened.

“I’ll get it,” he explained sourly and the blond smirked in victory.

The man sat down on one of the chairs and watched him as he manoeuvred around in the small kitchen. Usually, the brunet thought it was big. With the blond sitting there, his whole world seemed to have shrunk. The young man didn’t want the blond to know of his poor living condition, it made him feel ashamed for some stupid reason. Almasy coming into the apartment and prodding around made it feel as if Squall was backed into a corner.

The cop took up the two salads as Squall was finished setting the table. Had he bought everything especially for two? Looked like it. There was two of everything, even the juice. They started eating in silence. The brunet forced himself not to throw down the food, but it was hard. Especially as he had only eaten a bit of bread before going to bed.

“This is a rather small place. What’s in the boxes?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Shouldn’t you throw them away then? They just take up place.”

Squall narrowed his eyes and Almasy grinned amusedly.

“It’s none of your business,” he said sourly.

“So why is you walking around in a shirt in the middle of the day? I woke you up or something?”

Squall glared at the man and the other chuckled.

“Didn’t think you were the one too sleep in.”

“I didn’t. I’ve slept for two hours,” Squall growled and viciously pierced a tomato.

“Working late?” the blond asked calmly, still seemingly unaffected by Squall’s mood.

“New night work,” he answered and took a sip of the juice.

“Oh? Where?”

Squall banged the end of the fork in the table and glared into the green eyes. He was too tired to keep his temper when his nerves were strung like violin strings.

“None of your business. What do you want?” he growled with narrowed eyes.

The man’s face became stone and didn’t let anything on. Only those eyes racked him. Those eyes told him about… danger.

“How about a thank you for the lunch?” the man murmured and Squall tightened his grip on the fork.

He stood up so hastily his chair almost tipped over.

“Out,” he hissed.

“Aw, come on now. Sit down,” Seifer waved at him, seemingly amused by his anger.

“No! You have no right to ask for anything in return for something you Gave! I want you to get out,” Squall growled. The man continued eating.

“Sit down, boy. I was just kidding,” he said a little irritated.

The brunet sat down with a huff and started eating again. Bastard! Why did he ever let him in? Done with the food, he waited patiently for the slow man to finish. Almasy didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

“What’re you doing today?”

“None of your business,” he growled and got a hard eye for it.

“Don’t be so irritated, I’m just asking,” the cop said hard.

“Sleeping then back to work. Finish that damn food sometime soon.”

“You’re no fun,” Almasy muttered.

Squall could care less. He really wanted to go back to bed. The short kick of adrenaline and food just kept you up for so long. And who, by their right mind, came barging in to a stranger’s house? Who let a stranger inside anyway for that matter? The brunet nearly rolled his eyes at himself.

Really, what was wrong with him? He had only fucked the man. This brute could be some psycho just waiting for a chance to sadistically kill him. He glared at the man as if daring him to try it. The bastard smirked highly amused.

“You look like you wish to kill me,” he mused.

Squall snorted and looked away, crossing his arms.

“A normal person would let a stranger inside. Not even a cop,” the man hummed as if having read Squall’s thoughts.

He glared at him again, very much wanting to do harm to the man.

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to give that fucking landlord a reason to kick me out,” he growled and a blond eyebrow arched.

“Why don’t you move?” the cop asked.

Squall ignored him and the man shook his head at his stubbornness. He didn’t have anything to do with Squall’s business. The cop couldn’t make his salad last for eternity and soon the youth could clean the table and hopefully kick his sorry ass out the door.

The brunet turned around and was caught in a strong embrace. Before he could protest lips covered his and a tongue slipped into his mouth. Squall was backed in to the sink and had to give into the forceful kiss. Hands were exploring his body without permission and he protested loudly against the mouth.

Oh no. The bastard would not trick him into something. No way. The brunet hit his fist as hard as he could in the side of the blond, and Almasy huffed and retreated somewhat. Squall helped him by putting a knee in his thigh, as fair warning. The blond retreated two steps and stared down at him.

“Sheesh, take it easy kitty-cat, it was just a kiss,” he muttered and nurtured his side.

Squall put his hands in his sides and glared.

“Get out. You’ve had your fun,” he growled and Seifer smirked with glittering eyes.

“Sure. See you later then,” he smirked with a promise.

“No, you won’t.”

Squall banged the door after the chuckling cop and stood there trembling for a while. The nerve! He should have put the knee between the cop’s legs instead. Still, he didn’t know who he was most angry at, himself for almost falling into that damn trap again, or the man for going against Squall’s wishes. His anger didn’t last long however as the silence and the bed was way too inviting. The brunet slumped down in the bed again and hid himself under the covers.

*****

Stepping out of the building, the blond lit a cigarette. Now what? He had way too many hours to spend and that visit hadn’t exactly turned out as planed. Who had believed the little thing had some guts? Almasy slowly walked towards his car. The brunet had looked tired though.

Reaching his car he arched an eyebrow at the lanky figure leaning against it. Violet eyes rolled heaven wards and Irvine straightened up.

“What’re you doing here, Kinneas?” he growled as he opened the car.

“Looking for you, what else?” the cowboy wannabe answered.

“Oh?”

“Captain wants a report,” the auburn haired man explained.

“He’ll get it,” Seifer grunted and got into his car, closing the door and rolling down the window.

“Maybe you should do your job instead of running after your new toy,” Irvine purred and leaned his hands against the car.

“Something else the captain wanted you to nag at me about?” the blond grunted before throwing out the cig and starting the car.

“Na, just the usually,” Kinneas smirked and straightened.

The blond nodded and waved a half-hearted goodbye before backing out of the parking lot.


Author’s Note:
I had planed for them to do something in this chapter but it just didn’t come. And it’s more fun to devote a whole chapter to hot xxx stuff ;)

Instead I tried to give some more depth to the characters. Did it work?