To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: hot lemon yaoi
Notes: Holidays coming up and I wanted to post at least one more chapter before the new year starts. You’ll have to excuse the probable multiple grammatical errors and typos and general disturbing thing that ha hasty written chapter produces.
However, I took great care in making a good chapter and the muses was with me ;)

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36

The thin door to the office only marginally muffled the noise from the large office-hall just outside. Compared to some people’s offices, Seifer Almasy’s was mostly neat and clean. The bookshelves held neatly organised binders and the desk, part from a computer and some folds had nothing else on it. No photographs, no trophies, no medallions, no small statues or other decoration stuff. He had a pen-bin though, with mostly useless pencils. He tended to chew them to pieces when he wasn’t paying attention.

A most childish habit he hadn’t bothered correcting since it helped him think when there was a case giving him a challenge. He had broken a few too. Sighing, he leaned back in the chair and glanced out of the window at the dark evening sky. He shouldn’t even be contemplating what he was contemplating. Finding the flyer in the brunet’s apartment had set him off and he was proud of himself for not confronting the kid right then and there.

You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to connect the dots. Motorcycle, trouble earning cash, flyer for a street race with a hefty sum of price money. Had the youth been driving a car Seifer might not have cared as much, but this was a motorcycle race. Street race nonetheless. They had the highest rate of killing accidents among all kinds of races.

Seifer leaned forward again and ground his teeth, forcing himself to not succumb to anger. It was too easy. Maybe it actually was Nida the lousy rat that was the driver? Logic said Seifer it was not. Logic told him Squall was the driver and that this was something he had done a lot and probably this was what Nida had used him for. The blond growled and glared first at the flyer then at the computer that right now showed the site for personal records.

He had sort of promised the brunet not to go into his files. Maybe not completely promised, it was more fun prying a story from tight lips after all. But he really needed to know because… it felt too important to ignore. He still hadn’t analysed that gut feeling yet which he had his suspicions about. Then why not look at Nida? That way he at least cut off any possibilities, right?

Less reluctantly he typed in the guys name and to his surprise got a twenty something hit. Well he didn’t have the last name, but twenty something? Seemed a bit much for a name that wasn’t common. He had too look up his own name one day, just to see how many there were.

Scrolling the list he narrowed it down to people of twenty to thirty years. He was quite sure he could take away this one with alias “Lucy” too. There was such scary people out there…

Nida Piett. The shear name stroked him wrong. The whole existence of the little man stroked him wrong. Seifer had been happy not knowing about him ever. He bit the top of another pen and put it away in irritation. Maybe he should make an effort in quitting that habit, he was already smoking, better not make it worse.

Not to his surprise the man had a life long record of crimes. Mostly small stuff. Robbery, car theft, drug dealing and of course usage of the stuff. Quite heavy stuff too. It made him impressed with the brunet. To have been very much in the same situation plus living with the guy and not having gone down that path. Quite remarkable show of character strength.

Made him wonder what Squall would have been like if he had grown up like any normal kid. Gotten a normal education and stuff. Seifer refocused on the list at hand and noted that the man had been gone from the city for years. Apparently he had been involved in a mayor robbery but been able to ditch the city and disappear. There was a list of associates and Squall’s name stood out like a beacon light.

Surely the kid hadn’t really been in on that stuff? The marker hovered over the name for a long time. He had been given the cold shoulder for weeks from only following the youth. What would happen if Squall found out Seifer had been into the records? Then again, what he didn’t know he didn’t suffer from. Still the blond felt bad for clicking the name, but more bad as in naughty. Hyne, he was getting overprotective, wasn’t he?

He skipped the background story even if he couldn’t help but read a few years and names and places. The list of foster homes and orphanages surprised him. Longer than most people’s. He still skipped it down to the list of crimes, which was non existing. Mostly. He had been suspected for street racing but there hadn’t been enough evidence to even give a ticket. Lucky bastard. Then there was the involvement with Piett which had been more serious.

Apparently Squall had been the only lead as to where the man had disappeared. Didn’t surprise Seifer that the cops had harassed him as much as they had. Still put him off knowing their methods and Squall’s youth. You didn’t put a kid in a holding cell together with drunken people and other dangerous men. Not if you didn’t seriously wanted something. They probably thought Squall would crack and plead to be put somewhere else. Well, good thing he had fists like iron balls.

“Hey.”

To his embarrassment Seifer jolted in surprise and shut the window as if he had been surfing porn. Giving the auburn haired man a mostly innocent and questioning look, Almasy leaned back again. Shit, he truly was out on deep water. The door closed and Irvine slumped down in one of the chairs.

“Aren’t you off yet?” the sniper asked while massaging his temples.

“On my way,” the blond admitted.

Violet eyes gave him a sullen stare which made him smirk. Aw, was the captain unhappy about something again?

“What does the captain want now?” he leered and Irvine scoffed in irritation.

“When’s Zell getting back?” the gunner asked moodily.

“When his mission is done I guess,” he answered and eyed the other man.

Seifer shut off the computer and put away the few papers still littering the desk.

“Why can’t the captain just speak directly with you? Why go through me every bloody time?” Irvine growled and gave Seifer an accusing glare.

“Not every time,” the blond smirked.

Irvine just scoffed again. It was generally known that the captain and Seifer didn’t do well together. When they… talked it tended to raise the ceiling and blow the windows. They just agreed to disagree about a lot of things.

“He wants you to get in on the child case,” Kinneas muttered.

Seifer ground his teeth.

“That’s Tillman’s case,” he said darkly.

The captain knew children weren’t his thing and Tillman wasn’t his thing. Tillman was very much on his hit list and wise verse. Actually thinking about it, Tillman was just bellow Piett on the want-to-kill-before-I-die list.

“Yeah well they’re stuck and there have been four children so far. The press is in an uproar and the mayor has started putting pressure on the forces. Guess the captain doesn’t want to look like a fool not using his best resources,” Irvine explained.

“Oh? Trying to flatter me now are you?” Seifer purred and got a dirty look for his effort.

He sighed and looked out the window. Of course he would take the case. He rarely defied orders, he just vehemently protested them from time to time.

“Don’t give me that look Kinneas,” he muttered knowing the man was glaring in his back.

“Good, when’s Zell getting back?” he whined and Seifer turned with an amused smile.

“What, miss him?”

“At least I didn’t need to be the punching bag between the two of you. Why aren’t you put somewhere else? Like the archives at head quarters?” Kinneas muttered.

Seifer just smiled. They both knew the answer to that one; Seifer was too damn good to waste however he behaved. He still had some limits he didn’t cross.

“A street race? Should we call Winhill about it?” Irvine perked up as he read the flyer.

“No use, they won’t be able to find it anyway. Those idiots are harder to catch than the car racing suicides,” Seifer muttered, mood darkening again.

He took his jacket and trashed the flyer. Irvine was eyeing him speculatively again and Seifer dared him to mention something.

“Is this…”

“Shut up,” the growled before the sniper had finished.

Irvine gave a sly smile, getting an answer to his question regardless. They left the already half empty station. Down in the garage, Seifer lit a cigarette. If it wasn’t such an addicting habit he would quit. He had a vague memory of trying that once. It had ended with the captain telling him to start smoking again hence he tore down the whole station. Seifer had for once agreed with the man and hadn’t tried it a second time. He still seemed to go in periods with the stuff. Sometimes he found himself going weeks where he hardly smoked anything, then there where times when he seemed to chain blow the stuff.

“Are you going to enter the competition starting next month?” Kinneas asked as they made their way to their cars.

Seifer grunted an affirmative. Of course he would. He hadn’t missed a match since picking up the taste for battling other gunbladers. Unfortunately he was just an amateur since he didn’t have time to drive from this side of the continent to the other to then go abroad a couple weeks here and there just to enter some matches. A loss really.

“Are you visiting that kid today?” Irvine asked lowly which made a blond eyebrow arch.

Well, well. Was someone feeling lonely?

“Feeling needy are we?” he leered and the auburn haired man pouted.

“Just asking…”

Seifer chuckled. For being such a lose thing in bed Kinneas had the strangest moments of shyness.

“Squall should have gotten the test results by now, thought I’d check his mood,” he said lowly.

Watching the redhead he was a little disappointed in the expressionless face. Meant Irvine had some highly bad opinion on the matter that he just chose not to say out aloud. What was going on anyway? Kinneas had seldom been such a pain in the ass over any other small fancy Seifer had taken before.

“He hasn’t tired of you yet then? Or have he no say in the matter?” Irvine muttered.

“Are you suggesting I’m taking advantage of sorts?” Seifer hummed while opening the car door.

“Hyne knows it’s questionable at times,” the sharpshooter huffed haughtily.

“I don’t do rape, you know that,” the blond growled.

What had he ever done to warrant such a suspicion from the man? Had it been purely jest, Seifer wouldn’t have cared, but at times Irvine seemed to truly mean it. The redhead shrugged.

“Guess he can hold his own… with flying fists and all. He didn’t hit you too did he?”

Seifer huffed in irritation. So word had somehow gotten back about Squall hitting Teo huh?

“Idiot had it coming, I warned him that Squall isn’t a person to take protection well,” Seifer muttered.

“Nhn, guess not.”

Seifer waved a half-hearted goodbye before slipping into his car. He had hardly seen the brunet for over a week, what with the little rat-ass getting in the way. If Nida was in the apartment now Seifer just might accidentally went some frustration.

*****

“I can take that.”

Squall didn’t have time to warn the man before the door was opened.

“You still here?”

“S-Squall’s inside,” Nida stammered and Squall massaged his forehead.

The former addict stumbled aside as Seifer literally walked over him. Squall got up from the desk chair and walked over to the hallway. He crossed his arms and gave the cop a disapproving glare.

“I’m going out,” Nida said and took his jacket and shoes and disappeared out the door before Squall managed to protest.

Damn idiot, slinking away like a beaten dog was just strengthening the blond. No wonder Nida never got anywhere whatever he did. He glared at the culprit instead as the door closed.

“Don’t give me that, he should have been out of here weeks and weeks ago,” Seifer muttered and threw off his jacket.

“Who I let stay here or come in here is none of your business, unless I should lock you out?” Squall said sharply.

The blond smirked and stepped out of his shoes before stalking closer. Trying to stay mad was just impossible when there was too much going his way this day. He still avoided to be captured by the man and slipped inside the kitchen where a soup was boiling.

“Did you pass or what?”

Squall couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, fortunately his back was to the blond.

“Yeah,” he answered and the goofy feeling returned, making him high and excited.

“So where’s the damn letter?” Seifer muttered and rummaged around among a stack of papers.

“I passed, what more do you need to know?” the brunet said lowly and took the soup off of the heat.

“Just want to know how bad I can fuck you,” the blond purred and Squall rolled his eyes.

Still, playing aloft only worked for so long. Soup on the table, he snatched up the letter and showed it.

“I got 96%,” Squall said straining to not sound like a kid in a candy store.

The cop actually had the indecency to look surprised.

“Looks like you actually have some brains,” he hummed and Squall boxed him lightly in the stomach.

He was too happy to take real offence. He snatched the grade papers out of big hands and carefully put it back in the envelope. It hadn’t truly settled yet. The enormity of it. What it meant. He just couldn’t quite understand that he actually could go to a university now. He could actually educate himself to something. Strong arms were around him and Squall leaned back, welcoming the exploring hands and teasing mouth. He moaned as his groin was shamelessly rubbed and squeezed while a nipple was teased through the t-shirt.

“How bad do you want it? Should daddy call in some friends?” the cop huskily asked.

“No,” Squall growled and twisted around.

He bit shapely jaws and pressed up tight against the man. Things were hardening and blood was starting to boil. He was kissed in a ravenous way and he moaned against the invading tongue. He had missed it. This hot, boiling lust that was so uncharacteristic and that only the cop seemed to be able to draw out from him. Or maybe the blond only had the unhealthy luck of catching Squall in the mood.

He was backed into the table and lifted atop it, making tableware and glasses clang. Squall put a hand in the table to keep from being pressed down while his legs were spread.

“Stop,” he gasped and moaned when his throat was sucked and pants yanked at.

“We’ve never done it on the table,” Seifer murmured in-between kissing bites.

The youth moaned and clutched to the shirt on the man as his erection sprang free. Already so hard and straining and the warm hand setting to stroke him sent stars to his head. It was enough for Squall to collapse on an elbow between the two sets of filled bowls and glasses. He was kissed again and didn’t quite have a mindset to protest his pants being dragged off or his t-shirt being pushed up above his nipples.

There was a reason fucking on the kitchen table was a bad idea. He just didn’t seem to remember it between having his mouth ravened and cock stroked. At least not until a glass half full of milk was toppled over. Squall tore from the hot mouth and struggled to get up.

“Not here,” he grunted.

He yelped as he was scooped up when he had been preparing to fight his way to a more convenient place. They didn’t go far. The closest chair was good enough and Squall moaned in pleasure as his ass was rubbed down on the rock hard length hiding in tight pants. His buttocks were kneaded and a finger pushed inside, making him groan and roll his hips.

Squall found the zipper on the blond’s pants and struggled to free the large member. He was aching to get it inside. The second finger teasing him only drove him mad. Seifer groaned deeply as he was free and throbbing in Squall’s hand. The youth moaned in the other’s mouth when stroking and squeezing the member. He had forgotten how it felt in his hand, it felt like a long time since he had last been able to stroke it.

Seifer hooked an arm around his midsection and lifted him to shift the cock behind Squall. The brunet moaned as he ground down on it, felt it press in between his buttocks. Seifer was squeezing the buttocks so hard Squall made a little noise of complaint. Two fingers pressed inside again, wiggling and twisting and drawing quite embarrassing noises from him.

“You have anything close by? Or do you want me to take you dry?” The cop groaned.

Squall moaned as a third finger pressed inside. Dry was okay, he thought, but it would be even better with lube. It was just that they would have to get up and he had no wish to leave right now. The brunet opened the cop’s shirt to feel naked skin against naked skin.

“Not close by,” he breathed and sucked the man’s bottom lip.

He made a high pitched moan as a fourth finger wiggled inside. It wasn’t satisfying. He wanted hard flesh spreading him, fucking him.

“Fuck me,” he breathed and rubbed his cock against a strained abdomen.

Seifer bit his ear and slipped his fingers out to help the large cock to the right place.

“Boy-toy, so desperate for daddy’s cock are you?” the cop huskily said.

Squall moaned as the head pressed against his anus. There was some pre-cum slicking it, enough for the head to slip inside without too much difficulty. Squall groaned and clutched the shirt on the man before putting his feet on the bars keeping the legs of the chair together. The youth rolled his hips to ease the cock inside and whimpered when an arm around his midsection hindered him to sink down fully. He groaned as his jugular was sucked and ass lightly spanked.

“Naughty boy, how hard do you want it?” the blond growled and bit down in a shapely shoulder.

“Hard, give it to me daddy, fuck me,” Squall moaned and rubbed hard against the man.

He was let to sink down and bright, colourful stars danced in his head. Squall gave a shuddering groan as he slowly took it all in one slow descent. He had trouble breathing from it. It spread him so good and it hurt so good. It had his head spinning and body shaking. Squall rested his head against a broad shoulder while he tried breathing through the pain and let himself adjust.

He was twitching between their stomachs and he itched to fist the crying flesh. Instead he buried his hands in the soft fabric of the blue shirt. Large hands cupped his buttocks and squeezed, urging him to move. Squall did. He rose with a gasping groan and sunk down again. Bliss. He rose and sunk down again. It went easier the fourth and fifth time, muscles giving in and bodily fluids easing the way some.

When the head of his cock rubbed the strong stomach of the blond too, Squall was loosing himself. He started riding the cock hard, impaling himself over and over, wanting it harder and faster. Strong hands and arms helped and Squall muffled himself by biting down on soft fabric. Hyne, so good. He was almost there and it was likely to drive him insane. Seifer groaned and shifted. Squall cried out as a hand fisted him.

There was no return. His body tensed up unbearably and he couldn’t breath. Then he came. The world turned white and sparkling and gloriously right. He came back gasping and trembling and head spinning so fast it was likely to make him nauseous. For long, gasping minutes he couldn’t do other than sit on the cop and try to gather himself.

Seifer did it before him. Breathing evenly and hands starting to trail his body again before Squall even had gathered strength to move. Then again, he had done most of the work this time. His thighs were killing him. He groaned as a couple fingers entered him beside the half hard member still inside. The blond rolled his hips and moved softly inside the fucked hole. Squall groaned and clutched the shirt harder again.

His member twitched between them. The youth ground down on the member and made the blond moan softly. Quite suddenly, Squall’s stomach growled loud and clear. Obviously it was not going to idly sit through another session.

“I’m hungry,” he breathed when straightening.

“I noticed,” Seifer murmured and nibbled the youth’s lips, “No problem, I can fuck you while you eat.”

Squall hit a broad back and the cop chuckled. Standing up proved to be an effort of strength. His legs were watery and not at all meant to take his weight. The brunet sighed when seeing the mess on the table, at least the soup had survived, though it was mostly cold. Getting dressed seemed too much of an effort, so he just took a towel and wrapped it about his hips and straightened his t-shirt.

“My, aren’t we feeling kinky today? You could just sit naked otherwise,” Seifer grinned as Squall sat down on the other chair.

The youth only snorted.

“Wouldn’t you just love that?”

Seifer leaned his elbows on the table and leered.

“Or you could come sit on my cock again? Promise I won’t start fucking you until you finished your dinner.”

Squall threw a piece of bread on the pervert. Seifer just chuckled and made a sandwich. For a while he was left to eat in satisfied silence. It was fortunate he was as hungry as he was; he had enough trouble of keeping imagination from the bed as it was. Grey-blue eyes widened as he remembered the first thing making his day bright.

“I met my landlord,” he said bluntly.

The blond didn’t even pause in biting of another piece from the bread. A blond eyebrow arched in question though. Squall gave a meaning stare.

“He’s been in a hospital the last week,” the youth said sharply.

“Oh? What’d you do now? Thought you had enough of police stations?” Seifer said innocently.

“I’m not stupid, what if he charges you?” Squall growled.

“Me? I haven’t seen the sleazy bastard for days.”

Squall pouted and narrowed his eyes. He didn’t feel sorry for the man. Even with his arm in plaster and his neck immobilized and his face a colourful history.

“Do you know how much damage you did? He could have died,” Squall said slowly.

Seifer sighed and leaned back, stretching until something popped in his back.

“I’m not that clumsy and don’t tell me he didn’t have it coming?” Seifer gave.

Squall shrugged, not too mournful about it but still a pit put off.

“Why’d you do it?” he asked instead.

Seifer’s lazy smirk just made him suspicious.

“Because I felt for it? Because he can’t come after me like he did you? Because he looks ugly?” he suggested.

Squall just sighed and figured there wouldn’t be an honest answer for that one. The blond leaned forward again.

“Done yet? I only have about nine hours to fuck you silly,” he leered.

Squall gave the man a dirty look but had abandoned the rests of the soup for some time now.

The kitchen was left as it was. Being almost naked already, it took seconds for Squall to shed the t-shirt and towel and crawl up on the bed waiting for the other. Seifer took no care for his clothes and left a short trail of them. The brunet spread his legs and bent his knees when the cop came looming over him. He initiated a deep, hungry kiss and was pushed on his back with it.

Hot cocks rubbed against each other and they moaned. Seifer was sucking Squall’s tongue and keeping his weight on one elbow while massaging soft brown hair with the other hand. Squall circled his arms around the large man and stroked the back bulging with muscles. He worked in a factory and still didn’t have a resemblance of the same bulk.

Squall gripped shapely buttocks to have the man rub harder. He moaned as he was heeded and got the heavenly friction needed. The kiss was broken and the blond slipped down to harshly suck a pebbled nipple. Squall gasped and arched as two fingers hastily pushed inside of him. He was sticky from sperm but it wasn’t enough this time.

“Lube,” he groaned and jolted as the fingers slipped out and cruelly teased the head of his cock.

Still Seifer let up.

“Then get it,” he huskily ordered.

Squall twisted to his stomach to crawl over to the edge. They had a tube close by since Squall tired of breaking it off just to get the lotion or limp around the whole day because he took it dry instead. Large hands stroked his stomach and back and buttocks when he was on all four and bending down to take the lube. He was dragged back by his hips and the rock hard length ground into his ass.

Squall moaned and ground back, quite willing to keep the position. He shifted to the headboard so he had a pillow to clutch while the blond bit his shoulder. The brunet was hard and heavy and spread his legs some more before weighing back against the hot cock at his ass. The cop shifted away and slipped a hand between shapely thighs to fist the heavy length. What made the brunet cry out was the sudden invasion of a hot, slick tongue up his ass.

It wiggled around and thrust in and out and made the anus open up wide. As teeth gently bit the anus lips, Squall fell down on his elbows and made soft keening moans. A finger entered the play and allowed the tongue further inside. The hand around his cock was squeezing tightly and it was all stopping him from orgasm as Seifer used those heavenly skills he had.

Tongue wiggling and thrusting, fingers playing around and teeth nibbling and dragging at the lose ring of muscles. Three fingers started thrusting in the wide open hole and Squall’s balls were sucked. It stole his strength and left him a shivering moaning mess. The tongue was back in his hole and he fell down completely in the bed, ass high in the air. He gave a keening, high pitched moan as his anus was bit and sucked hard. Then there were only four fingers thrusting in him.

“More, give me more,” he whimpered.

“You’re such a sucker for tongue in this dirty hole,” the blond growled and thrust his fingers harshly in the slick tunnel.

Squall moaned and wiggled his ass for those spots to be rubbed. The blond could do it, he just chose to not do it. Then they left him and both buttocks was spanked and slapped and kneaded before being spanked again. Squall only groaned and clutched the sheets, arousal riding high. The blond lay down beside him and gripped his arm to make him move.

“Suck daddy’s cock, school-boy,” he ordered darkly.

Squall straddled the man ass to face since he recognised the position. The large cock was rock hard and heavy on the hard abdomen. It felt so good in his hand, hard, warm and soft. Squall revealed the blooming, leaking head and eagerly took it in his mouth. Seifer groaned and thick thighs flexed. The youth’s ass cheek was bitten harshly as he flicked his tongue on the leaking slit.

He cried out around the length as the tongue and fingers were back in his hole. Squall eagerly sucked the big cock to distract himself. It just ended with him moaning helplessly around the flesh and gagging himself on it. A strong hand cupped the back of his head and pushed him down.

“Come on, take that cock down your throat boy-toy,” Seifer growled.

Squall gagged a couple times before gathering himself and slowly swallowing the big member. Seifer was groaning and his thighs flexing. Squall felt the muscles dance under is hands and hummed. It made heavy hips jolt and gag him again. The youth bobbed his head before deepthroating again. Fingers teased his leaking cock and he whimpered and moaned around the cock.

“Little slut. Look how wet you are from having your throat full of cock,” the cop growled.

The hand kept him down on the flesh as the tube of lube was thrust into his quivering ass. Squall groaned and choked and still wiggled his ass as two fingers spread the lubricant. Squall was dragged of the cock with a sloppy sound and saliva dripped down his chin. He whined as he was spanked harshly.

“Ride it, straddle that cock,” Seifer ordered huskily.

Squall was eager to obey. He slipped down and took support against Seifer’s knees. The blond helped the cock to find the hole and Squall sunk down with a deep groan. It slipped inside easily. All the way until he had as much as he could get. It strained and pulsed and it was likely to make him loose his mind. Strong hands were fisting his hips harshly and the blond sounded like Squall felt.

He was spanked a couple times and Squall rose until he only had the head inside. Then he sunk down again with a satisfied moan. He was spanked harshly on his other buttock and only whined and moaned.

“Like that? Move those hips, slut, ride daddy good,” the blond growled and urged him to move.

Squall rolled his hips before finding a comfortable angle to move on it. Only a few rolling moves and he was starting to seriously ride the large cock. Moving only his hips to slam down on it repeatedly until sweat was starting to tangle his hair. He lost himself in it, groaning and moaning loudly and making it smack between them. Squall whined in distress as his thighs started to cramp up and he just couldn’t do it hard and fast enough to satisfy him.

“So good, fuck me daddy,” he moaned in-between gasps.

Squall yelped as his hair was fisted to drag him backwards, impaling him fully on the cock. It made him cry out, so far inside of him. He was toppled to the side and momentarily the length slipped out of him. They changed position with feverish intent. Squall was pushed on his side and half twisted to his stomach. His topmost leg was forced up to his chest and the blond straddled the stretched leg and let the bent one rest against his thigh. Strong hands fisted his topmost hip and Squall cried out as he was filled again in one hard thrust.

“Harder,” he gasped as he was thrust into slow and adamant.

“Boy slut, this hole his sucking my cock straight in, feel good?” Seifer huskily said.

“Yes, harder, ram my ass,” the youth groaned.

Seifer groaned and fisted the sheets at either side of the brunet, slamming his hips against the shapely ass. He started to seriously rock Squall’s world and the youth clutched to the bed harshly. He gave high pitched moaning cries with every hard thrust that was likely to push him over the edge. His head started spinning, body tingling, breathing a harsh constricted thing high up in his chest. Suddenly he was emptied.

“No,” he whimpered, desperate to come.

His knee was gripped and used to turn him on his back. Squall eagerly hooked his legs over broad shoulders and gripped the bed again. He whined and wiggled his ass as the blunt head only nudged his anus but wouldn’t thrust inside.

“Beg,” Almasy ordered darkly.

“Fuck my slutty hole daddy, fuck it hard,” Squall moaned.

He cried out as he was rammed straight to the balls. It made him tremble and moan, eyes hardly keeping open. It reached so far. Again, straight out and straight in. Seifer almost bent him in two and put fists beside his head before withdrawing again. Squall gripped strong thighs as the man started pounding into him. He found the perfect angle and Squall couldn’t stop his high moaning cries.

The man grunted above him and for a moment there was only hard, fast fucking in an animal rut. Then Squall saw white and he caved. Crying out loudly and hitting his head in the bed while he covered himself in white ribbons. Seifer grunted and groaned while hammering the tightening hole. Squall had a vague sensation of being pressed into and the large man groaning and shivering. Then there was blissful gasping silence and a tense body relaxing completely in a boneless heap.

They panted and gasped longer this time and Squall felt himself float off once Seifer let him straighten out. He was spent and satisfied, wanting very much too just drift of and sleep. Strangely enough, Seifer ripped up the bed cover to partly cover them, since they had somehow ended up diagonally/horizontally on the bed. Squall made a protesting noise as he was dragged close and cuddled against the broad chest. It didn’t take long before he found his drifting space again.

“This just means I’ll fuck you twice as hard in the morning,” Almasy murmured.

Squall hummed a sleepy response and promptly dropped down in dreamless sleep.


Author’s Note:
Some of you that have reviewed expressed confusion about some situations and character reactions and stuff. I could explain things, but I’ve also been told to not do such things but let the story speak for itself. So now I’m a bit confused.

You’ll have to tell me if you want me to seriously explain something, or maybe it should be dealt with in an email? Whatever, I guess you’ll nag me if it’s important enough, right? ;)