To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: Yaoi lemon
Notes: I know I take my sweet time updating, and I so hate it. I really want to update more frequently but... Doing this on my freetime is a huge deterrent... I so admire those authors that updates more than two times a month, however do they manage?


34

Squall opened his eyes and blinked drowsily at the blond. Sun was shining in through the window and the sound of traffic was a deep rumbling far away. Not really enough to disturb him. He was lying on the cop’s arm, one arm slung over the broad chest while the other was trapped under him; a leg nestled with the blond’s and the other hanging just outside the edge of the bed. It was comfortable.

The brunet lay for a long time studying the man, wondering when they had become so familiar that laying like this felt comfortable. Then again, Seifer wasn’t awake and aware and it made it all the more tolerable. The youth sighed and shifted, body aching to stretch. He did so, slow and languid, just letting one muscle at a time tense up and stretch.

It made him automatically roll to his back where he stayed staring up in the ceiling. It occurred to him that Nida hadn’t returned. It didn’t much bother him. It wasn’t like he had any obligations to the man or that Nida didn’t know they were fucking. He just seemed to have a hard time understanding the whole fuck-buddy relationship. Quite frankly, Squall hadn’t either at first.

Squall needed to get up and study. The brunet slowly sat up, gritting his teeth at soreness that wouldn’t go away for the coming four-five days. A hand suddenly caught his hair and easily dragged him back down. Squall made a protesting sound as he was pressed down to rest his head against the blond’s chest.

“Seifer…” he said warningly.

The cop just made some grunting sound, obviously not really awake yet. The hand still started to travel over his body and Squall sat up again, shrugging it of.

“Aw, come on kitten,” Almasy complained and reached for him again.

Squall easily slipped away and gave the cop an appropriate narrowed stare.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” he huffed.

He couldn’t even remember how many times they had gotten each other off. It was a common occurrence every time he let the cop stay the night. They would fuck and drowse and fuck again and sleep and then just fuck again half awake. It wasn’t unpleasant, just taxing. Seifer grinned lazily, the green eyes not more than springs.

“Of course I do, but I just woke up. I got plenty of energy,” he smirked.

Squall just rolled his eyes. It was decidedly not normal to have such a libido. It was probably catching because Squall found himself adopting a taste for it. Still he rose and stretched again. He picked up a towel from one of the boxes and wondered idly when he’d gotten used to sleeping sticky from sweat and other things.

“Don’t lock.”

Squall glared over his shoulder as he was on his way into the bathroom.

“I need to take a piss,” Seifer explained while rubbing his eyes.

Squall wanted to argue that he could very well wait, but the brunet tended to take his time on Saturdays. So against better judgment he only closed the door before stepping into the shower. Warm water was a wonder for soreness; one wished one could stand for more than fifteen minutes under the hot spray. Then it just became lukewarm and lost the healing effect on hard muscles. Squall was scrubbing down with soap when the cop entered.

“When’s that test?” he asked lowly.

“Monday.”

“Need moral support?”

The toilet flushed and the curtain was withdrawn. Squall glared warningly but continued lathering up.

“No, Teo will take me,” he answered.

At which Seifer got a most unusual expression. Squall could have guessed displeasure or even disappointment and he narrowed his eyes at it, wondering what the blond had been planning. He hissed as the man stepped inside with a shrug of broad shoulders and a smirk.

“Get out.”

“No,” Almasy leered and easily caught him in an embrace.

Squall hissed again as his buttock was squeezed and his back stroked. He couldn’t much fight it as he was kissed in the dominating, absolute way. He hitched at his breathing as a finger easily slipped inside him what with all soap covering him. It was a most unusual and erotic sensation to grind and rub against the other with the soap serving as a whole body lubricant.

Good Hyne, he shouldn’t be able to get aroused after the exhausting night. But he found himself swelling and getting aroused. The large hands seemed to find every agonising spot along his back side. Every little hard knot, every little strain, every little place that made him shudder. It was sinfully good having those hard places pressed and rubbed until the ache loosened a little.

“Seifer,” he groaned and wasn’t quite sure why he bothered protesting.

It came second nature even as he was getting hot and very much liked the notion of their cocks grinding together. Squall moaned as his length swelled hard and hot and rubbed up against an equally hard and hot length. He huffed as he was harshly pressed up against the wall and his bottom lip suckled. The brunet circled his arms to the broad back as both of his buttocks were gripped and fondled.

The youth gasped as hard cocks grinded harshly against each other and his ear was assaulted. He bit down in a broad shoulder to somewhat muffle the embarrassing noises. This was good. Criminally so. Rubbing and grinding against each other slicked with soap. He fisted blond strands and moaned deeply. He was getting so hard and he raised a leg to get closer, to get more friction.

Almasy gripped the leg and hoisted it up to his midsection. The warm hand slipped down Squall’s leg and fingers slipped inside him. He gasped at the deep assault and pressed up harder against the other. The youth whimpered as four fingers pushed inside and wiggled around without mercy.

“Look how lose you are, so ready to take cock,” Seifer growled and thrust the fingers in him.

“Your fault,” Squall moaned.

He was shifted from the wall and his leg let down. The youth didn’t protest as he was turned to face the wall. Squall grunted as his head was pressed against the cool tiles while his hips were held out from it. He hung heavy and hard between his legs and Squall clawed his hands against the tiles not to fist himself. He moaned as the big cock was stroked along his anus.

The brunet made a high pitched gasp as he was entered in one long smooth push. Oh it strained. It hurt and strained and it still felt so good. Seifer groaned deeply and gripped both hips. He rocked back and forth and Squall gave a breathy groan. The cop guided Squall’s hand to his own erection and the youth happily fisted the hard length.

He whimpered as the blond started thrusting. Hard, deep thrusts that made it smack between them. Squall furiously jerked of. It felt too good and he had no stamina to draw out the pleasure. Seifer probably felt the same because he started pummelling the sore ass. Squall gave a choked cry as he suddenly came.

Not his most intense orgasm, but still entirely satisfying. He huffed and grunted as he was rammed a few more times before the cop groaned and filled him again. Seifer buried his face in brown hair and pressed inside deeply. Squall panted lightly and softly rocked his hips. It felt so good having the softening member there. Especially as the strain and hurt faded and the slickness from sperm and soap helped.

The cop was softly suckling an earlier abused shoulder and the large hands were lazily massaging his chest. Once the lazy satisfaction disappeared, Squall twisted away from the embrace. He wasn’t quite comfortable with it. Being so close and touching in that way. He was in no condition to play the whole day. He needed space.

“I need to wash off,” he reminded the blond as the cop seemed reluctant to move away.

“Yeah, you do. You got soap in your hair,” Seifer smirked and turned on the water.

And whose fault was that? Squall didn’t say anything but let the water wash off the drying soap that started to itch. The cop cursed under his breath as the water lost its heat and became that lukewarm. It was barely warm enough to pass as shower water, even less dish water.

“You know, you could probably find a decent place for just a couple more gil,” Almasy muttered as he exited the shower.

Squall stayed longer just to piss the man off. He had no problem with it. He didn’t have time to linger in the shower anyway. He made a half hearted glare at the used towel before using it too, he glared even more at the smug smile on the cop.

“What are you going to do today?”

“Study,” the brunet growled.

“Study? It’s... two days left and you’re going to study? What could you possible learn that you haven’t already?” Seifer frowned.

“Obviously you didn’t get any grades in school,” Squall snorted haughtily.

It made green eyes glint dangerously and the smug smile transform into the kind that made Squall reflexively go into defence.

“Want to know what this one teacher taught me?” he leered, voice dark and dangerous.

“No,” Squall narrowed his eyes and the towel felt very, very too little of protection.

“Do something strange and I’ll seriously hit you,” Squall quickly warned as the man was about to move.

It made the bastard smirk in the way that dared him to try it. The blond leaned his arms at either side of the shower stall, effectively trapping Squall in the shower.

“What’s this? Afraid I’ll make you moan like a whore?” the blond purred.

Squall ground his teeth in sudden anger.

“Like you could, oaf.”

He pushed passed the cop just to show he dared. Fortunately the blond didn’t try to restrain him. Maybe he actually had a limit too? Squall was still wary and it was what made him see the movement. He was tackled to the bed and managed to twist to his back before being completely pinned. They fought, rolling around and trying to get the leverage over the other. Turning from angry to more competing, Squall underhandedly slipped a hand around the semi-hard erection on the blond.

It was enough of a surprise attack to give him the opportunity to heave the cop around and straddle him. The brunet gripped thick wrists but couldn’t pin them anywhere before Seifer managed to grip his hips. Squall still kept his grip and planted his knees firmly in the bed to avoid being rolled. They were both panting from the exertion and the blond was sporting an unhealthy erection. It rubbed along Squall’s buttocks.

The brunet wasn’t completely flaccid, it was impossible not to get hard when rolling around with someone you had fucked on a regular basis the last months.

“I said I needed to study,” he reminded the leering man.

“I should kidnap you, as much studying as you have done the last month or so should be enough for a lifetime,” Seifer argued and pressed him back against the needy erection.

Squall let go of the thick wrists to plant sharp nails in well formed pectorals. The blond hissed between clenched teeth and the green eyes narrowed somewhat in pain.

“No is a no, you need to learn some restrain.”

“And leave you high and dry?”

Squall clenched his nails again as one large hand fisted his erection. It grew to full size in a few strokes.

“It’s a natural response, it’ll go away on its own,” he argued and quite easily ignored the tingles of pleasure.

“Ouch, you’re a cruel master, I wouldn’t want to be your cock,” the blond smirked.

Squall actually blushed at that and put a hand in the blond’s face. It was an effective way of getting him distracted enough so the brunet could get away. If the man hadn’t been a cop or just so fucking stubborn. Gripping the brunet’s waist, Seifer threw him around and got on top before Squall could turn to his back.

Squall hissed and struggled angrily as he was easily pressed down and his legs spread. An arm lay around his throat and the other held his hand. Squall’s free hand was used to claw the arm around his throat. His ear was abused and the large cock ground between his buttocks. The brunet gasped as he was slowly penetrated.

It made him throb and swell and arousal roll through him past the soreness and hurt. He was loose enough so that it wasn’t unbearable even when dry. Then again, he hadn’t washed that particular area so deeply after the shower. He fisted the sheets and breathed deeply to get past the hurt while the cop adamantly pressed balls deep. Once there he just rotated his hips which led to Squall rubbing down in the bed.

“I’ll kill you,” he growled when the point of no return was past.

“After I’ve fucked you silly, right?” the blond chuckled.

*****

The air was crisp and cool. The sun stood high but wasn’t giving off much heat. Seifer blew the lung full of smoke and eyed his surroundings. No one seemed to be out and about. Not surprisingly since it was cold and a Saturday. Most people stayed home until the nightclubs opened. He took another mouthful of smoke and then eyed the flyer he had grabbed from the apartment.

An invitation to a motorcycle race in Winhill. It should be snow free there by now, lying so far south as it did. Seifer didn’t want to think about this when he was high from sex. He didn’t feel for any black mood when he had been having a glorious night and heavenly morning and noon.

Still, you couldn’t help but connect the dots when finding the flyer in the apartment. Maybe Nida wanted to borrow the bike but maybe Squall was the one racing. Seifer had suspected something like it what with all the things in the apartment. An orphan and school skipper and a poor factory worker didn’t have those things. He absolutely didn’t have the beauty he did have in the garage.

Seifer glared at the flyer. Imagining the youth racing in those insane street races made him... feel strange. He didn’t dwell on it too long and put the flyer in his pocket. It still left a bad taste in his mouth and he discarded the cigarette too. By chance he saw the landlord dumping garbage besides the building. He went over there without any clear intention; he just knew there was some payback due.

The sleazy man turned and at seeing Seifer he froze like a stone cold rabbit. The blond smirked and felt a certain taste for blood at the blood drain in the man’s face and the wide eyed terror in small eyes.

“Well, you must be that landlord who thinks harassing his tenants is a great idea?” he said.

The man started stammering and twist his hands in distress; Seifer didn’t care for any excuses.


Author’s Note:
Who wants to kill the landlord!! *waves a hand in air*