To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: lemon, borderline non-con
Notes: Sorry for the long time in-between chapter releases, my wind in the sails is getting stagnant so to speak. After two years of messing around with theses two boys the muses are drooling over new ideas. Don’t fret though! I never leave a story half finished, I just explain why it takes such bloody time between the chapters.... *sigh*

We are getting closer to the end though. We’re over half way there! That’s another issue though. I don’t like quitting a story ;^^


33

Nida came sneaking back in the early morning. Squall was in the middle of breakfast as he heard the lock being turned and the door carefully opened and closed. The pale face of the man glanced around the corner and at seeing Squall alone, Nida gave an uneasy smile. He stepped in and made a half-hearted gesture in greeting, Squall just coldly stared at the man while continuing eating.

“Hi, um… everything good?” he asked tentatively and looked about the kitchen.

Squall looked away after awhile. He couldn’t quite work up any indignation. It hadn’t been Nida’s fault for the mess yesterday. Even though a warning had been nice. He had no doubt that the man had known of the presence of the cops. Squall was still feeling uneasy, as if they would come back and knock on his door any minute. Nida inched his way into the kitchen and sat down.

“You going to eat that?” he asked pointing to a half eaten sandwich.

Squall shook his head. He had been hungry when he woke today, but had overestimated the size of his stomach. He had a strange feeling of mixed unease and satisfaction. He should be more stressed than he was and the only explanation was the very good romp yesterday.

“So… You off to work?”

“Aren’t you?” Squall asked instead and gave the man a meaningful stare.

“Yeah, I’m off in a minute,” Nida nodded.

“You knew about the cops, didn’t you?” he asked and Nida visibly had a hard time swallowing what he had in his mouth.

“Cops? What cops?” he asked innocently though not pulling it off half as good as he thought he did.

Squall gave a glare which the man promptly looked away from. It made him suspicious. Sure, Nida liked cops just as much as Squall, but if he wasn’t currently involved in some fishy business then he had no real reason to be so freaked out.

“What have you done now?” he asked exasperated.

Which made Nida look even more innocent.

“What are you talking about? Nothing. I’m an honest working man now,” he said as he took the glass of milk that Squall hadn’t said he was finished with.

“Are you mixed up with some crime lord again?”

Which question made the milk choke the man and Squall just arched an eyebrow as the fit past.

“Crime lord? Hyne Squall, you think I’d get into that shit again?” Nida laughed but wouldn’t quite look at him.

Squall clenched his teeth in irritation. Of course the idiot couldn’t keep clean. He rose and put away his dishes.

“Squall, seriously man, I’m clean. I’m not doing drugs, I’m not stealing nothing,” Nida whined.

“Found an apartment yet?” he asked darkly.

He turned with crossed arms and expected an answer. Nida tried saying something for a long time but failed miserably and Squall made a frustrated noise before heading out to the hall to take on his boots.

“I’m sorry man, I’m trying but…”

Squall looked up expectantly at the silence. Nida gave a smirk and stepped up close and personal. The brunet frowned, knowing very well what that look meant.

“Why can’t I just stay? Like old times? I mean, we share the bed already,” he purred and stroked a hand down Squall’s midsection to his hip.

“Back off,” he growled.

Nida stepped back as if he had been scalded and scratched his neck. Squall hadn’t meant to put so much strength behind the glare. One was starting to get used to tougher guys.

“Sorry I’m just… you still look great,” the man murmured apologetic.

“Forget it, just find some place,” Squall muttered before taking on the last boot and jacket.

“See you?” the dark haired man said and Squall just waved his hand when walking out.

He was irritated the whole day. The stress that had been diminished through the night came back with a vengeance. To top it off, he realised that the test was in three days, which promptly gave him a painful moment of claustrophobic hyperventilation that forced him to flee outside the factory to try and breathe.

It took long agonising minutes before the panic subsided. His chest ached from lack of air and his head thudded painfully. The snow and weak sun was enough to blind him and send flashes straight to his brain. Good Hyne, was this some kind of migraine? He felt for throwing up but managed not to. Three days. Good Hyne, he was going to die.

It left him a foul enough mood that the other workers took ways around him. Craig, the idiot, thought it to be something to harass him about. Apparently the thug wasn’t as brainless as Squall thought or it was animal instinct that made the man back off. All it had needed was one good glare.

Squall drove way too fast on his way home. It hadn’t snowed in a while and the weather had been good. The roads were dry and almost free of the white stuff from determined ploughing. It made him just that little more insane to press his luck. It still felt wonderful. Good enough that he took some detours.

Up the highway and speeding it down to some suburbs with dwindling streets and then back up on it, racing home. It was safe on the highway. Cops rarely chased you if you kept above a certain speed since the squad cars could only go so fast. Still he didn’t meet a single cop. It was refreshing to have her purr under him again.

To feel the small tremors from the powerful engine and know the insane strength he was controlling. It was addictive and insane and he would be half the man he was if he lost this. Sometimes he wondered what he loved most. Drawing or speeding. They fulfilled different parts of him and he guessed he couldn’t be without either one of them.

Back home he lingered in the garage. Took some time to fuss over her and clean her up. He stroked the flank of the motorcycle and smiled softly. He so very well remembered the first time seeing it in a magazine. The insanities he had gone through to get the gil for it. Made him smile in remembrance, until the memories turned sour.

Squall sighed and slowly made is way up to the apartment. There was so much now fighting for his attention and strength. It was eating up his energy and inspiration. Thank Hyne it was the weekend. Nida was already home. The man sat in the kitchen reading some magazine.

“Hi!” he greeted and came over like some abandoned dog.

Squall nodded his greeting while taking off boots and discarded his backpack.

“I’m sorry for yesterday. I know I should have said something but I just got freak out you know?”

“Forget it,” Squall waved it off.

Wasn’t like they had come for Nida and wasn’t like Squall wouldn’t have gone up anyway. He started into the apartment and a sheet of paper was thrust up in front of him. Squall had to cross his eyes to focus on it before taking it.

“What’s this?” he asked suspiciously while reading it.

“Well… its snow free down winhill…” Nida said airily.

Squall’s mood darkened even more when realising it was a race. He thrust the paper back.

“Squall! Come on man! There’s 20.000 gil for the winner!” Nida complained and followed him into the bedroom.

“And I don’t race,” he gritted out.

“Don’t give me that. You mean you haven’t in this whole time?” Nida asked disbelievingly.

Squall didn’t answer to the obvious and instead took out his math book. The man was persistent if not suicidal and crouched in front of Squall.

“Look, just this one? You’ll like it, I know you will. We can split 60-40,” he pleaded.

“No,” Squall glared.

“It’s 20.000 for the winner, Squall. Just think what you could do with the money,” Nida prodded.

“What in no don’t you understand?” the brunet growled and this time didn’t look away until the other did.

Nida sat down at the bed fiddling with the paper. Squall waited for the inevitable.

“I could really use the money,” he said lowly.

Squall sighed deeply and massaged the bridge between his eyes. He knew it. The idiot had done something idiotic and was now indebted to someone.

“Why? What in staying-clean-and-honest is so hard? You got a job, an apartment and mostly free food, what’s so bloody hard?” he growled angrily.

Sick and tired of the criminal who just messed up his life even more than the cop had managed.

“I’m sorry, I’ll pay you back.”

“Stop it, don’t say you will just do it,” Squall said darkly.

He was fighting the overwhelming urge to shout and rant at the man. If he didn’t have the weakness called emotions he wouldn’t be such a mess right now.

“Why you need them? Have you been shooting yourself full with some shit again?” he muttered.

“No! I’m clean of that I swear! I just…”

Squall stared at the dark haired man who fought to get the words out. If he dared to try and lie, he was so dead.

“There’re these guys, you know. I was broke I had no choice so I sorta borrowed some money…” Nida finally said.

Squall closed his eyes and almost moaned in frustration. “These guys”. He knew a lot of “These guys”. They had been coming and going to Nida’s apartment back when he had one and Squall didn’t. They had scared him and some of that wanted to bubble to the surface. The two of them had managed to get by then thanks to certain suicidal tendencies.

“How much?” he asked.

Hyne, he couldn’t leave the man to such sharks. Just because of that weakness he thought he had rid himself of.

“30.000,” Nida answered meekly.

“Nida,” Squall moaned and massaged his temple.

“I’m sorry! It was before I found you. Look, they don’t know I live here alright?” the man quickly said.

The migraine he suspected he had gotten earlier that day was starting to act up again. Merciful spirits, Seifer was seriously going to kill him. The blond would probably give Squall the beating of his life too and just maybe the brunet deserved it. Hopefully such a thing would knock some sense into this thick scull of his.

They were silent for a long time. Nida nervously fiddling with the paper, Squall trying to make his brain spin in a constructive way.

“What’s the deal?” he asked finally.

“I got a year to pay them back,” the man said softly.

Squall stared at that. A year? That was a fucking good deal for just 30.000. He narrowed his eyes and Nida didn’t want to make eye contact.

“What’s the catch? That’s a damn good deal,” he pointed.

“They have interest at 20%...” he added and Squall sighed heavily.

“So what do you really owe them?” he asked wearily.

“43.200,” he answered barely audible.

Squall stared at the man. He made a quick head count and narrowed his eyes.

“20% of 30.000 are 6000. It should only be 42000,” he pointed.

Nida opened his mouth and closed it.

“Yeah well, they take the percent on the current debt every month. So it’s really 20% on 30.000 then 20% on 36.000…” Nida explained.

Squall took a couple deep breaths. How did you end up in a mess like that? How many times had Squall saved his sorry ass from just this kind of thing? Nida shifted a bit closer.

“Look, I’ve been counting on it. If… if you’d win this race I’d be down to half the amount, then I could pay off the interest monthly and the rest I could save up.”

He looked pleadingly at Squall.

“No you wouldn’t, not with an apartment and food and stuff to pay for too,” he muttered.

Squall was quickly seeing where this was headed. In both two directions and neither he wished for.

“Yeah but… you know, the season is starting up soon so…” he prodded.

Squall had to put away the book and start pacing his apartment. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his life, not his mess. He had no responsibility for the other and no debts. Hyne, he was already doing more than any sane person would! Nida made a sound to say something.

“Shut up,” the brunet growled and teeth clicked when the man shut his mouth.

He was just too much. First coming back after six years give or take and hope for a warm welcome, second receiving that welcome and just land this mess in his knee!

“I’m really, really sorry,” Nida mumbled apologetic.

“That’s not enough, Nida! What the fuck were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?” Squall growled and the other looked down.

“I let you stay in my apartment, eat my food even sleep in the same bed when you fucking know you don’t deserve it!” he continued and once started the anger just welled up like a flood.

“How can you even have the nerve to ask me for help with this? Do you realise what fucking shit I could get into?”

Squall continued pacing and dragged a hand through his hair. Nida was silent. Squall soon stopped to stare through the window. He couldn’t think straight. The dark haired man was a silent, ashamed presence behind him. His thoughts were erratic. Going from red hot anger to spin around the problem to what Seifer would say and how he could save Nida from the man back to the red hot anger.

He very well remembered those times thugs had come hitting down the door to demand their money from the addict. Not few of those times their attention had been diverted to Squall who had been a silent presence then. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms shuddering in remembered repulsion. How close hadn’t he come to be taken away by such people to be set to work off the debt?

“I’m sorry Squall. For that time. I’ve… been thinking about it all the time. I was so high back then I hardly recall half of the things I did,” Nida said lowly, truly regretful.

It didn’t make things better. It just made his chest ache and that just made him even angrier.

“You know, I managed to stop with that and keep clean thinking about you,” he admitted.

Squall closed his eyes. And? What did that have to do with Squall?

“I thought… maybe we could go back? Like it was before? Not all of it, just the good part,” Nida admitted and Squall turned to stare coldly.

Was he insane for real? How could he believe something like that?

“What fantasy world do you live in?” he asked darkly.

Nida looked down at his hands again.

“I hoped that you could forgive me,” Nida admitted and Squall snorted.

“Forgive? You don’t try to whore out your boyfriend for a few happy moments Nida. How can you believe I’d forgive you?” he growled.

“I was high,” Nida tried to excuse himself.

“You always were!” Squall shouted.

“Do you know what I had to put up with when you bolted?”

Nida just kept staring at his hands.

“The cops were on me twenty-four-seven. I had to sleep in a fucking holding cell with fucking drunkards two nights because of you!” he shouted angrily.

Past hurt slammed up in him like a fist. It constricted his chest and breathing and made his head thud. He shouldn’t have a mix of teary hurt and anger. He should just be furious. He turned away with an angry sound and breathed deeply to get back some control. He heard Nida get up and felt him close to his back. The man drew for air to speak and Squall interrupted him.

“Don’t, just leave. I need time alone,” he said darkly.

Slowly Nida did as asked. He didn’t lock the apartment door behind him but that was okay. Hyne, this wasn’t supposed to happen. These… feelings weren’t supposed to rear their ugly head. He was over and done with them. Squall lightly banged his forehead against the window frame. He was so caught up in his misery that he almost didn’t hear the click of the door.

He tensed, thinking about evil landlords back for payback. But the footsteps were too familiar. It didn’t make him relax though. Strangely enough the cop didn’t say anything. Just stood there staring. Squall was sure he knew Squall knew he was there. Still no words were uttered. The brunet didn’t know what to think.

Seifer visiting didn’t surprise him. Not after yesterday. It had been a long time since they had tumbled around with each other and yesterdays fuck had probably made the cop hope for more. Squall currently couldn’t come up with an opinion on the matter. He didn’t feel for it, he didn’t feel for a lot of things.

“Couldn’t help but hear some of that,” Seifer finally said.

His deep baritone voice was so much easier on the ear than Nida’s rather high toned voice. Squall frowned and clenched and unclenched his jaws. He felt more than heard the cop approach.

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

It made the blond chuckle and he continued walking until warmth pressed against Squall’s back. He glared at a hand that leaned against the window frame. He clearly felt the man’s body along his own. Not pressing up against him but close enough to feel the warm, feel the breath against his hair.

“Of course not. Did those drunkards molest you, or did you beat them up?” he hummed.

Squall turned around and the other hand leaned against the other frame to box him in against the window. He glared at the stolen space.

“Back off,” he growled, not in the mood to appease the cop’s curiosity.

Green eyes just sparkled and the smirk just grew a little larger. The blond had taken off shoes and coat, obviously intent on staying. It only made Squall feel indignant.

“And if I don’t?”

Squall hissed and tried to struggle his way from the window, of course he couldn’t budge the larger man when he was adamant on staying.

“Back the fuck off, I’m in no mood,” Squall hissed, starting to get seriously pissed off.

The sparkle in the green eyes shifted somewhat, the smirk shifted to a more dangerous tone.

“You’re never in the mood. You’ve been sulking long enough, it gets old Squally-boy,” Seifer leered.

Squall lashed out and hit the broad chest hard enough to have the blond huff and stagger some. It was enough of a window for Squall to put a shoulder against the other and bully his way of the window. Seifer just ignored the pain inflicted and caught him in a tight embrace, locking Squall’s arms along his sides. The brunet hissed and twisted furiously.

“Let me the fuck go!” he roared, the bastard just smirked.

“Make me.”

Which comment made Squall stomp on fragile toes and wiggle his hand in under clothing to dig in his nails in unprotected skin. Seifer hissed in pain and loosened his grip somewhat. Enough for Squall to get one arm free, he used it to put a hard fist in the side of the blond. A move he knew from experience hurt like hell. At least he was free and he used his freedom to hit the blond again. Unfortunately Seifer was damn resilient and caught his fist.

Squall made an angry shout as the cop used a damn cop move to turn him around and twist his arm up his back. The brunet fought bravely to keep his other hand free, but it was rather useless as he risked disjunction his trapped arm. Huffing in anger and frustration he calmed down once stuck in iron grips. Seifer made a tsking sound.

“Silly boy, don’t you know it’s a crime hitting an officer?” he hummed.

“I was harassed!” Squall hissed and twisted.

He tried stomping on toes again, which was deftly avoided. He racked his heel down a sensitive kneecap and Seifer cursed. Still he didn’t relent his hold. Damn, fucking, resilient bastard! Tricks like that had made tougher guys howl in pain. Obviously, they hadn’t been so tough. In retaliation he was swung around and pressed face first in the bed. Squall hissed and struggled under the other though it was enough for the blond to straddle his thighs to keep him down. Grey-blue eyes widened when he heard and felt the familiar coldness from cuffs.

“Don’t you dare! Fucking bastard!” he howled and didn’t care about the bloody murder his should was screaming.

He fought the cuffs once they were secured around his wrists but they just cut into his skin.

“How else am I supposed to keep in one piece?” Seifer chuckled and put a hand in the middle of his back.

“I don’t know, by quit harassing me maybe?” Squall said sarcastically.

The large hands trailed his sides down to his hips and slunk in under his t-shirt. It rode up high enough for the blond to easily spread his hands over Squall’s chest. It didn’t matter that he tried pressing down in the bed, he was just lifted and his back arched. His neck was bitten and suckled as strong fingers rolled his nipples. He clearly felt the hard member press down against him.

“Get off of me!” he growled.

“Don’t be like that school-boy. We both know you’ll be begging for my cock,” Seifer leered and bit his shoulder through the t-shirt.

One large hand shifted to his stomach. The blond let up enough to be able to lift the youth. Squall growled as the other hand cupped him and rubbed. He clenched his teeth hard, ordering himself to not give in. Still he hardened almost instantly. It was not possible. He was too mad for this, it wasn’t fair. It was his body; he should be able to control it!

“Will not,” he huffed and wiggled to see if he could dislodge the blond.

His trousers was unbuttoned and zipped down before he was completely pressed down again. From the sound of it, Almasy was undressing. At least his shirt since he didn’t let up of the brunet. Squall cursed the man under his breath and willed himself to go flaccid again. His fingers brushed a certain hard cock and he fisted his hands as if scalded. Seifer chuckled and ground down against him. Rotating heavy hips and rubbing that hard length against his ass. In turn it made him rub down in the bed and aggravate the swollen flesh trapped there. He hissed as his hair was fisted and used to bend his head backwards.

“You’re a sucker for dominance, I bet you’re dripping wet by now,” Seifer smirked and let him go again.

“Just get of and I won’t beat you to a pulp,” Squall hissed.

It made the blond chuckle in amusement. His hands traveled Squall’s body down to his hips.

“Yes, because that went so well earlier,” he chuckled and let up.

Squall violently twisted but only succeeded in helping getting his pants dragged down. However, Seifer had to step off completely to drag them off of him, at which opportunity Squall twisted around and aimed a kick. It only graced off the side of the blond and then the leg was trapped in a hurtful hand. Though he had himself to blame for the bruises since he fought the grip. The other kick didn’t catch at all and then that leg too was captured. Squall showed his teeth in a feral grin as he was spread and his legs forced to bend awkwardly as the blond sat down between them.

“Looks like I was right,” Almasy grinned as he gripped Squall under his knees and pressed them back almost to his shoulders.

“Bastard,” he hissed in indignation.

He yelped as he was twisted around by having his legs scissored. It left him on his stomach spread eagle instead. Warm hands gripped his hips and dragged him up in the blond’s lap. One of the hands pressed him down between his shoulder blades, leaving him in an arched, wanton position. It also left him quite immobile and helpless for the other’s mercy. Squall stifled a groan at that thought. He was getting disturbingly hot even though he was still angry.

Almasy groaned as he freed his member and let it rest against Squall’s ass. The brunet hitched at his breathing at the feel from the hot cock. It rubbed in the crack of his ass and swiped over his entrance. It made his anus twitch and his cock throb. Even more so as a thumb pushed at his anal and roughly massaged it. Squall tested the cuffs and stability of his position again and found he was even more stuck than earlier.

His own length hung heavy under him and would from time to time twitch and rub the head against the bed. It could be the hot anger fuelling his arousal, or the lack of sex or the position or the complete mercy he was at. It didn’t much matter what caused it as arousal flushed him to the point of rapid heart beat and sharp panting.

Squall gasped as a hand tricked its way in under him and fisted the hard cock. He bit his lip bloody to not give sound of the sure, hard stroking. His whole body twitched and jolted as a thumbed swiped over the sensitive head. The large cock was grinding against his anal and made it twitch treacherously. Seifer shifted position somewhat which forced Squall to half stand on his own knees, though his legs were so spread he almost lay down. The blond managed to rub the head of the hot cock against the tight anus.

Squall muffled himself by biting down in the covers instead since he was likely to bite straight through his lip otherwise. The head of the thing stuck against his anus and pushed tauntingly against him before letting up and just grinding along his crack. The fist around his cock was driving him insane with its stroking and pumping and fiddling. He expected to be penetrated every time his anus was harassed. As only the head of his cock was fingered he gave an involuntary cry.

It was pleasure bordering on pain and the absolute mercy of his position made him delirious. It should be classed as rape and he couldn’t think of anything else than getting pummelled hard. His body was trembling from the absolute need.

“Stop,” he gasped.

Why he didn’t quite know. His body was strung like a bow and shivering on the brink in less than ten minutes. Squall yelped as his buttock was slapped a couple times and then roughly squeezed.

“Didn’t I tell you? You love it when I chain you,” Seifer huskily purred and let his hand fall a couple times on the other buttock.

The large cock rubbed against his anus and Squall gasped high pitched as it suddenly slipped inside a little too far. It was withdrawn though only to have it redone.

“Look at this. Your hole is inviting me in, it’s so big,” the blond purred and a finger was thrust inside.

Squall groaned as it was swiped around the twitching entrance. He was really open. A second finger was pushed inside without effort. His cock throbbed madly. Then a third was added and they shifted. Squall cried out as they stroked hard and deep. Hitting that perfect angle and kept at it. Squall started shaking, and moaning.

His whole body started twitching and wiggling in pleasure. So hot, hard pleasure his head spun. His shoulder was grabbed to keep him in his position. The youth couldn’t help but wiggle his ass and try to find friction for his cock. He was so hot and aroused he couldn’t see straight. Squall made a whining complaint as the fingers slipped out.

He lay panting, and gasping as both hands left him. Squall closed his eyes and shuddered as he heard something plastic being ripped open and the cop’s deep groan from rubbing in the lubricant. Squall could only guess and his guesses tended towards what he feverishly wanted right now. His anus was starting to throb and tingle in want and it had never happened before so it made the youth moan in surprise.

Large thighs spread him somewhat more and a slightly sticky hand gripped his shoulder to keep him in place. The sticky head teased his anus. Pushed an inch back and forth.

“Slut, you’re so ready to get fucked that you resemble a bitch,” Seifer growled.

Squall hissed, getting angry through the haze of intense pleasure. He started to protest only to have the large cock plunge inside. He opened his mouth in shock but didn’t get a sound through. It pushed inside the whole way and there was pain but so intense pleasure it made him see white flashes.

A large hand rested at his hip and the blond groaned deeply once completely buried. He didn’t stay still for long but withdrew hastily to thrust back in. Slick and smooth and not a muscle complained. Squall made a high pitched gasp as he was rammed hard enough to have it smack. Again and he whimpered. Seifer made a groaning pant and used both hands around his hips.

Squall cried out as the large cock started pummelling him. Fast hard thrust that buried the length completely every time. It smacked between them and slick noises echoed the smacking. So good it left him breathless. His neck was killing him and his cock was driving him crazy. He wanted to come so badly he trembled in feverish need.

He was suddenly emptied and tumbled to his side. The cop straddled on leg while lifting his other over a broad shoulder. Squall arched and banged his head in the bed as he was fully penetrated again. Seifer grunted and leaned forward, fisted hands resting at either side of the gasping brunet.

The youth moaned wantonly as he was slammed into again. So hot, so hard so very in need to come. Squall started moaning to every thrust, then gasping his plea to come. Endless, breathless pleas to let him come. Not that he might not do it anyway. His body was tingling, his vision tunnelling, feeling becoming an overall tingling sensation. Then he was fisted and heavens gates opened.

Squall arched off the bed and his toes curled so harshly they were likely to stay that way. He was coming and it cut off his breathing and thinking for endless moments of bliss.

He came to with a feeling of having been asleep. Dizzy, panting so sharply he hardly got anything worth down his lungs. His body felt weak and lax. To his side the cop lay panting. He didn’t think he was as worse of as Squall since the bull tended to have better stamina when it came to this.

He did calm down after a while. Breathing deep and calm, heart back to its supposed rhythm, body weak and mind almost completely blank. Seifer leaned up on an elbow and green eyes and lazy smirk was insidiously sated. Still Squall couldn’t work up any irritation even when fingers traced his chest and played with sensitised nipples.

“If I take off the cuffs you’ll be a good boy, right?” he mumbled deeply.

Squall gave a tired nod but didn’t move even as he lay awkwardly at is arms. Seifer just chuckled and helped him roll to his side and took off the hateful things. The youth managed to shift as to keep is head on a bent arm and let the other rest peacefully. Seifer lay content propped up on an elbow. He still had his pants on and the length was semi swollen still.

“Being around you when you’re emotionally instable is quite interesting,” Seifer murmured.

Squall made a breathy scoff.

“I’ll get my energy back and kick you out,” he threatened.

But he found he lacked heated energy. All that anger and distress seemed to have powered that heavenly orgasm and left him raw. Was it supposed to work that way? It made him frown in thought and dizzily wonder why it hadn’t ever worked before when he had been angry on the addict. Former addict or whatever.

His ear was suddenly licked and bit and he made a protest before waving of the cop as if he had been an irritated insect. It amused the man who chuckled.

“If you’re not careful I’ll take advantage of you,” he threatened.

Just to emphasise his claim a hand easily gripped a lax thigh and dragged it up to the blond’s midsection. Squall gasped as two fingers easily pushed inside his sticky anus. He put a hand to the broad chest and twisted away. Only to end up with the heavy man on top of him, spreading his legs and rubbing down.

He moaned as his body stirred and he didn’t particularly fight the invasion of his mouth. There was a fleeting thought about Nida, but he let it pass. It was too long since he had completely sated himself to the brink of exhaustion.


Author’s Note:
Seifer turned into a bastard again....