To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: lemon, yaoi(what else?)
Notes: I’ve been away on vacation the last month. I had a wonderful time just so you know!
I wrote some too... not at all as much as I wanted on this story though so don’t expect some miracles ;^^
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Anyhow. The 32:nd instalment in this saga...


32

Squall dragged a t-shirt over his head before he ruffled the brown strands to get rid of water. The dressing room was full of people and he wished he had chosen to wait until it had cleared somewhat. He blamed the night club for dulling his senses. It wasn’t healthy to get accustomed to a mass of people stepping on your toes.

He dragged on his boots before taking his belongings and heading out. Lace the boots and take on the rest of his leather gear he could do outside the dressing room. The factory was still going and the noises were only marginally dampened. Squall took on his jacket and then went for the exit.

He stopped by the stair leading up to the boss. He had thought about getting his payment earlier, just to get even with his landlord. Squall continued out to his bike. He already knew the answer to that query and had no wish to be yelled at or made fun of.

The snow was thick on the roadsides, but the plough had been on the roads and the air was clear and the sky glittered with stars. The ride home was still very, very slow. No sane person rode a bike in the middle of winter but he guessed he wasn’t all there in the head. The brunet smirked. He had never been quite sane when it came to bikes.

Once home and parking the beauty, he stroked a glowed hand along her shining side. She was getting old and still she purred like a content cat. They shared such memories. Lately he had played with temptation. Squall had taken detours where he shouldn’t show himself. If he was recognised there would be too much pressure for him to not fall for temptation.

The youth locked the garage and walked inside the apartment building. He felt calmer and more at ease since that… part regrettable break down. Maybe it had actually done some good? He had regained lost energy. Maybe he would search for a new apartment together with Nida. They could find something at the same time and split up as ought to. Or Nida could take Squall’s apartment and Squall could find something else. Right. Dream on.

The youth froze when stepping up on his floor. Two men stood by his apartment door and they straightened at seeing him.

“Squall Leonhart?” one of them asked.

“Yeah.”

As they stepped closer Squall felt himself go rigid in suspicion. The one that had addressed him flashed a cop ID. Squall’s stomach clenched but he managed to not show anything in his face.

“You are under arrest for assaulting mr Danacow,” the officer calmly said.

Squall swallowed hard but didn’t flinch as the officer stepped up to him with dangling cuffs. There where hundred of things he wanted to say. The man had fucking deserved it. Still he knew word stood against word and he didn’t have a scratch while the landlord was probably turning blue and purple.

“Could I leave my bag first?” he asked but it felt distant.

As if he was somewhere up in the ceiling watching.

“Sure,” the cop nodded.

Something eased in the officer. Maybe they had thought Squall would make a run for it. The youth couldn’t know what horrible stories the landlord had made up. Once having locked his door he was hand cuffed and escorted downstairs. They weren’t cruel about it, he had been treated worse.

They had a civilian car, the reason for Squall not suspecting anything. Where was Nida? Didn’t he quit work earlier than Squall? Or had the criminal smelled bad air and not even entered the apartment building?

The ride to the station was slow and fast. Squall couldn’t think clearly. His thoughts just went around and around. He would get jail for this and then he could kiss his life goodbye. Who the fuck would want to employ a criminal without school grades? There just wasn’t any way out of this. He was screwed.

The station was bustling with people. There was an overwhelming alarm of noise from machines and people. He couldn’t focus on anything of it, it made him disoriented. Squall was led behind the reception room to some corridor to some other corridor to some interrogation room.

Maybe the officer felt pity for him, because he was gently led to the room and to a chair and then the cuffs was removed. The door was closed and the one officer who had yet to speak took place by it while the other sat down in front of Squall. There was a stack off papers and a recorder that had magically appeared from somewhere or Squall was just too distracted.

“Please state your name, age and occupation,” the officer started.

Squall almost automatically answered but just stared at the cop. Shouldn’t he call someone? Wasn’t that what everyone did before saying something? He couldn’t very well get in deeper shit than he was. He was already guilty, so what harm could it do to demand a phone call?

“Mr Leonhart? Please answer the question,” the officer demanded.

Why should he answer to something they already knew? They probably knew more about his life than he himself did. What with all records there was. They probably knew about every family he had ever been too and every orphanage he had ever passed through. Or him skipping school. Why ask such things when they already knew?

“Mr . Leonhart…”

“Could you bring Officer Seifer Almasy here?” he interrupted the cop.

The officer stared at him and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re allowed a phone call...”

“I won’t speak to anyone else,” Squall interrupted again and felt his heart beat against his ribs.

Was this wise? To be so stubborn? But who could he call? He had like... three numbers, none of them in his head. After a long moment the cop gathered the stack of papers and turned off the recorder.

“Right, I’ll see what I can do,” he muttered and gathered his things before getting to his feet.

They left him alone and just before the door could shut he heard one of them muttering something about stupid smartass kids. His ears were ringing. His stomach was a knot so hard he could hardly breathe. It felt surreal.

It felt like being thrown back in time five-six years or so. He could remember that time so well. The fear. The uncertainty. The cold. Hyne, he hated cop stations. How had he ever gotten mixed up with a cop anyway? Maybe because the blond didn’t seem like a cop half of the time. Feeling stressed, he started pacing the wall with the big mirror.

*****

He was going to kill someone. Hyne help him, he was furious.

“I’m just saying we don’t know everything.”

“We know enough,” he growled.

Irvine made a frustrated noise but stopped bickering, seeing as it was useless. What was there to analyse? Or even question? A number of people looked up as they entered the station, just as many fell deadly silent.

“Officer Almasy. I’m Officer McKay and this is Officer Links.” A middle age cop presented himself.

Seifer didn’t shake the extended hand, just took the file with the reports and eyed the contents. He had to give the kid credit when eyeing the photos of the “victim”. He had done a good job, found all the vital parts.

“The kid didn’t want to talk to anyone else. Is he... part of another investigation?” the officer asked.

They walked away from the reception room and were led through the maze of corridors the station was made of. He stopped when they closed in on the obvious interrogation room in question.

“Drop the charges,” he demanded.

“What?” McKay blinked at him.

“Look, that bastard of a landlord has been harassing him since he moved in. I can give witness of that,” he explained keeping his voice as steady as possible.

Fucking snake. Did he really think he’d gain anything from this but trouble? He’d end up in a hospital, big time. The older cop gave him a respecting look. He knew of his reputation, this was small fry.

“Sure, but, what’s your relation?”

A question needed asking.

“He’s been in some bad company, just getting back on his feet,” Seifer answered without pausing.

So a little white lie. The cop nodded.

“Well, I’ll make a report then. Take him home and tell him to stay out of trouble, alright?” the man smirked.

Seifer gave a short nod. As they were left alone outside the interrogation room, he could hear Irvine give a deep sigh.

“I actually thought you’d make a scene,” he admitted, leaning against the wall as if he’d been running.

Seifer narrowed his eyes.

“They’re doing their job. It’s that slimy bastard who should be worried. I can’t believe he was actually this stupid,” he growled.

“Seifer...”

He glared at the red head that just ignored it.

“Don’t do anything stupid. The kid’s not worth it,” Irvine warned.

Strange, but he felt for putting a fist in that pretty mouth. Instead the blond opened the door to find a stressed, pacing brunet. Meeting those stormy eyes, it felt like looking at a twin. He hadn’t ever seen the youth in such a state. So... stressed.

“Want to go home?” he asked but couldn’t quite get the anger out of his voice.

“Home? But?”

“You’re fee of charges. I explained a few things,” he explained shortly.

It looked like Squall wanted to argue. He was ready to drag the brunet out of there when Squall chose to follow. The blond wanted to get out of there, fast. He wanted to beat the slimy bastard to a pulp.

The youth shadowed his footsteps out of there, seemingly just as eager to get out as he was. Though Seifer guessed it was for other reasons. Had anyone harassed him? Outside, he lit a cigarette to get some semblance of nerve control back. Damn cancer sticks. He ought to get rid of them.

Irvine was a silent presence somewhere to his right. It was none of his Hyne damn business who Seifer chose to play around with. Squall suddenly stepped up to him. Not quite touching, but for the brunet’s standards he was as good as pressing up against the cop. Seifer arched a brow in question, but blue grey eyes didn’t look up at him.

Well, this was strange. He made a gesture towards the car.

“I’ll drive you home,” he murmured.

Squall only nodded and stuffed his hands in jack-pockets.

“We,” Irvine growled to his side.

Seifer glared. What was his problem lately?

The ride was silent. Seifer didn’t feel for talking and Squall obviously wasn’t the talkative person. Being the wise man for once, Kinneas didn’t utter a word either. He had barely stopped the car before Squall mumbled thanks and slipped out as if he was on fire. The blond cursed under his breath.

It felt like there were things unsaid. He felt irritated with the brunet, though he shouldn’t. He should confront the youth about… something. What about he wasn’t quite sure. The strong urge to follow the brunet made him restless and annoyed. The strong urge was what kept him seated. There was no logical reason for his reactions.

“Are we leaving anytime soon?” the red head asked with that underlying tone of sarcasm.

“Wait here,” the blond ordered and stepped out of the car.

“Seifer! Wait!”

He closed the door to whatever warning or bullshit the cop was trying to sprout. He hesitated outside the landlord’s apartment, blood still boiling. Opening the mail box, he couldn’t see any light inside the apartment. Whatever, he’d get his hands on the sleazy little bastard and send him to a hospital sooner or later.

He took the stairs two steps at a time and quickly reached the ill lit floor. Of course the door was shut and locked; he hadn’t really expected anything else. Seifer hesitated before knocking at the door. He was too angry. Going in there without a plan or calm would just turn things ugly.

Hyne knew the brunet was defensive at the best of times, attacking him was like hacking on a shell. Making a frustrated growl, Seifer paced the corridor a couple of times to get in complete control again. Taking a couple deep breaths, he knocked the door.

To his surprise the door was opened as if Squall had stood at the other side. He didn’t have to utter a word to get inside, the youth just stepped aside and left it for him to decide. The apartment was dark, not a lamp lit. Thankfully the little leach wasn’t present. The door was closed almost soundlessly, it made the blond frown.

There was a certain… air of carefulness. He couldn’t place the feeling correctly, just that the youth was emanating it. Eyeing him, Seifer couldn’t make out any features since Squall stayed in shadow. Surprisingly, it dampened his anger. The youth always seemed to trigger unexpected things in him.

“You should have kicked his ass some more. Send him to a hospital or something. Might have saved you some trouble,” he said lowly and turned to the still silent youth.

He didn’t quite see the brunet move. He just glided out of the shadows and was there. Seifer was pushed into the wall and lush lips were attacking. The lithe body pressed up against him and skilled hands twisted in the jacket, dragging him down. Seifer easily slipped his hands under the leather jacket still on the brunet and made sure pressure was applied to right body parts.

Squall moaned breathily and grinded up against him, rock hard already. Seifer wasn’t late to follow. He rarely was when a beautiful body was feverishly grinding against him. Teeth clashed and tongues battled. He gave into the aggressive brunet who moaned deeply when their tongues slithered around each other.

The blond squeezed the round buttocks hard and their members rubbed perfectly against each other. Squall wasn’t satisfied. He tore at clothing impatient to get to naked skin. Seifer didn’t fight it. He got those lovely leather pants opened and the leather jacket off while his own jacket was discarded and shirt ripped open.

He groaned as sharp teeth bit the part between neck and shoulder. Squall moaned around the bite as the cop fisted the hard length and stroked it. He succeeded in changing position and banged the youth against the wall. It made him lose the bite though he didn’t seem to care.

He was hard like rock by now, feverishly wanting inside the tight ass. Seifer kissed the other hard. Applying pressure until he gained complete access to the wet crevice. Squall was struggling with his belt. Not the easiest thing to unhook what with all guns and whatnot in it. Seifer found it disturbingly difficult himself when being so distracted.

It clattered to the floor and the skilled hands were tearing at his pants. Seifer groaned as his cock sprang free and was quickly fisted and stroked. He captured the hand but Squall would have none of it and broke free. Instead he fisted the cop’s shirt to get leverage enough to press his body against the blond. Seifer moaned deeply as their cocks grinded against others and started leaking.

He fisted brown hair to steal another kiss. He easily gripped enticing buttocks and lifted the lithe man. Strong legs wrapped around him and he felt sure enough to trace one of those lovely legs down to the infuriating boot. Who in their right mind bought boots you were supposed to lace? Why not buy a pair you had to zip up like any intelligent woman had?

Still, one boot and one leg free of stuffing pants was enough. Having free access to that heavenly tightness made him groan in anticipation. Fisting naked buttocks he spread them while rubbing his throbbing cock against the twitching entrance. Squall twisted his hands in blond hair and rubbed down. Seifer sucked the white throat and drew a long breathy moan from the youth.

Angling his hips he found the hole and pressed inside with a deep groan. So tight when not being prepared in the least. Squall panted sharply but was rolling his hips wantonly. Seifer rocked back and forth to spread some of the pre-cum before plunging deeper.

The youth banged his head in the wall and his body was shaking. Seifer buried as deep as possible and nuzzled the soft hair on the other. Hyne, the pressure around his cock was sending bright stars up his head. Hands turned to claws was at his back and he gave a long thrust, making Squall give up one of those high pitched moans of his.

He gave a second thrust, the third came a little easier with the anal relaxing some. He didn’t hold back since Squall was practically begging for it. He rammed inside and it felt so good. White, hot pleasure constricting his chest and head. Squall suddenly used a hand to push off from the wall. Where he got the strength Seifer didn’t really care. Not when he had to find his balance with a head foggy of pleasure.

He guessed Squall intended for them to get to the bed which would make things a damn more interesting. Sorry to say, he lacked the strength or will to get that far. A couple boxes followed them in the fall to the floor. Teeth clashed again and he used too much strength when spreading lean thighs. Squall moaned under him and arched up.

He found that precious hole again and drove in hard enough to have them both gasp. The brunet twisted and wiggled under him and he lifted up on elbows and knees until a comfortable position had been found. He gripped narrow shoulders and slammed inside completely, driving a high light gasp from Squall.

Nails sharp as claws dug down into his back and strong legs urged him on. Seifer wasn’t late to comply. Not when his sight was starting to flash from intense pleasure. He started thrusting and it soon turned into a frenzied rutting thing. Hyne damn heaven. He’d die a happy man right now.

Then pleasure turned into something even hotter laced with pain. The tunnel around him cramped up and Squall arched beautifully in his orgasm. So tight, so damn good it’d kill him. Seifer didn’t have breath to voice his intense pleasure with. White heat soared through him and he filled the youth through hard rocking thrusts.

Afterward there was the ear ringing silence only a damn good fuck could make. The head spinning exhaustion that was like morphine. Until you caught your breath and the funny light stars in front of your eyes started to fade.

He had sense enough to roll off the other as to not crush him. Putting an arm over his eyes, Seifer quickly found a high deep rhythm in breathing. Helped calm things down a bit faster. To his side Squall was still panting sharply and didn’t seem eager to get up.

After a while the floor became increasingly colder and harder. Well, maybe the youth had actually finally learned that nothing eased stress as good as a fuck. It made him quirk his lips. Having Squall arrested more often could make things interesting. Maybe.

He got up on an elbow when too much time had past. Squall had shifted to his side and rested his head on his arm. Stupid. Was he intending to sleep there? But as if sensing he was being watched, stormy eyes looked up. He was utterly unreadable except for the lingering blush.

Seifer couldn’t help but ruffle the chocolate coloured strands. Then he couldn’t help but kiss slightly swollen lips, or let his hand travel over the cooling body. Icy fingers wrapped around his hand and clenched hard enough to verge at pain. Fair enough. He retreated since this whole thing had been very uncharacteristic to start with.

“The station stressed you this much? Or was someone mean to you?” he smirked.

He was half serious with the question but couldn’t keep off the smirk. Blue-grey eyes narrowed and Squall rolled to his back to stretch. The lean body arched and every muscle seemed to tense and quiver before relaxing again. He was doing that on purpose. Little tease.

More like himself, Squall sat up without a word and half-heartedly glared at his boot still on. Seifer held himself from laughing. Hyne. Didn’t this guy ever stop thinking? He’d be able to power a whole city with the excess heat. The blond leaned closer and wrapped an arm around Squall’s torso before he nibbled at a shoulder-blade.

Boot off, pants soon followed. Still icy fingers grabbed him when he ventured places unwanted. Narrowed eyes turned to him.

“Aren’t you still working?”

Seifer smirked at the husky voice.

“I could take the night off…” he suggested though his boss was likely to kill him if he was ever found out.

“No, you can’t,” Squall said resolute before getting to his feet and grabbing a towel.

“You’re just kicking me out? That’s very cold hearted,” he grinned though it was what he had expected.

He only received a narrowed stare over a shoulder for that. Seifer sighed and got to his feet before correcting his clothes. He could take a hint. With the way Squall was closing up he obviously needed much needed personal-space. Whatever problem his pretty head had conjured up he obviously needed to sort it out.

Hooking on the rather heavy weapon belt again, he eyed the brunet who had wrapped up in the towel waiting for him to leave. Was he reading too much into this? Or had the arrest really rattled the kid this much? He stopped in front of him trying to catch blue-grey eyes. Of course Squall looked up, never one to look away or down even if feeling cornered.

“I’ll come by,” he said lowly.

“Of course you will,” Squall answered just as low.

It made him smile. That lack of scoffing or protest and just a hint of smile.

Irvine was glowering when he returned to the car, playing with the keys. What did you say? A good fuck rarely failed in easing his mood. Still it felt like sitting with poison needles inches from your neck.

“Back off Kinneas,” he muttered.

“That kid isn’t something to play around with,” Irvine glowered.

Seifer arched an eyebrow.

“So that’s what’s been up your arse lately? You afraid I’m gonna break his heart or something?” Seifer smirked.

Irvine’s pout just answered his question.

“Please, Irvine, we’re not engaged,” Seifer scoffed as he pulled out the car.

“I’m just saying he’s not like you. He’s the kind of guy who has a few serious relationships through his life and either finds the right one or dies alone,” Irvine muttered.

Seifer just shook his head.

“And this comes from someone with experience?”

Kinneas glared at him but didn’t say anything after that. Fine, sulk, as long as he didn’t pester Seifer.


Author’s Note:
There. Another step in the right direction. During my vacation I re-read the whole story and... wow! I can’t believe all this started like that! *laugh*

Anyhow. I’m working on other titles beside this one and just maybe I’ll post something more simultaneously...