To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Notes: Happy New Year and Merry Christmas and all that!! Hope you all had a good holiday with lots of good food and something nice for present! Personally I had my very own cold! Complete with a running nose and sore throat.

Anyhow. Thank you all for your reviews. I know this story is getting long and some of you have probably lost interest on the way(thankfully those readers won’t read this little note) which should regret it by now since the true story starts as it ends :p

To all of you who got bitten, infected and beyond redeem from chapter one, you can sit back and enjoy chapter 37 ;)


37

Sipping the hot chocolate, the brunet silently studied the artesian as she read the grade papers. They were in her Headquarter office and he felt oddly comfortable. The nervousness accompanied with her had diminished some. After all, Quistis was just another human being, as she put it herself.

“This is very good, you put a lot of work in this,” Trepe smiled and handed him the papers.

“Thanks.”

He carefully put them back in their original envelope. He had never treasured something so much. Too bad he didn’t have a binder to put them in. He had to get a binder.

“So, time to really start sweating,” Quistis said over the rim of her cup of tee.

Squall nodded and felt his stomach start knotting up. Getting into an art education. Rather The art education. Delling Art University.

“The year has already started so you can’t enter now, but I talked to the principle and he agreed that you could very well start to the fall if you reach the qualifications. It means you’ll have to study the courses the class takes and make some paint jobs and so on. It will be a lot of work, or you’ll have to wait a year,” Trepe explained.

Squall nodded. He thought he wanted to wait a year. How could he possible keep up with a class outside school?

“I… would like to wait a year then,” he said lowly.

“Nonsense. The only things you need to take exams in are art history and Estherian and Centherian grade 1. The rest is just art in different forms and perspectives. Nothing I can’t teach you,” she smiled brightly.

Squall wanted to protest. If it was that simple, then anyone could do it. He opened his mouth to argue but Quistis interrupted him.

“Professor Tornquist is fully qualified to teach you both history and language and we’ve agreed you’ll take Fridays completely off for studying. It might hurt your economy some but if you truly need money, just ask and I’ll take up the slack,” Quistis explained in that no-isn’t-a-answer way.

“I can’t,” Squall pressed out.

She tilted her head and gave him a piercing stare that bordered on a Seifer stare when he thought Squall was being ridicules.

“Teo, I mean, Tornquist and I… we sort of had an argument. I don’t think I can go back…” he explained and had to look away in shame.

Teo might have pissed him off and so but it was no reason for Squall hitting the man. After all, Teo had been thinking about Squall’s welfare. Quistis put down her cup and crossed her knees before putting her hands around the top one.

“Did he harass you in any way?” she asked in a sombre tone.

It only made Squall flaring red. No, he hadn’t. Squall had acted stupid and childish and he seriously couldn’t look the man in the eyes again. Not after hurting him like that.

“No, it’s my fault, I… overreacted to something,” Squall said lowly, fingering the cup in his hands.

He felt her burning stare, like being under a microscope. Would she condemn him for it? Would she turn him away?

“This has to do with that other guy, doesn’t it?”

Squall sharply looked up at that. Nida? Was she talking about Nida? Because if she got knowledge about Nida he was so screwed. She wouldn’t want to touch Squall with a tong.

“This Seifer Almasy?”

The brunet relaxed in part relief, hopefully it wasn’t visible. Then he tensed again. How’d she know about Seifer? He looked questioningly at her, forgetting it was he who was being asked questions.

“I’ve been in contact with Professor Tornquist weekly to keep me informed about your progress. He told me about your fight and that it revolves around a man named Seifer Almasy. Tornquist voiced some concern about your situation,” Trepe explained steadily.

Squall wasn’t surprised at the check-up. She was putting a lot of money on a wild card with little gain for herself. But that Teo and she were so… familiar with each other that the teacher talked about that. That was a surprise and annoyingly a source for anger. He didn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to defend something here? Defend his… whatever he had with Seifer? Her stare was making him uncomfortable and he couldn’t keep eye contact.

“I have nothing against gay people, if that is what you fear, but I get concerned when people I care for seem to be… in contact with questionable characters,” she explained softly.

It oddly enough made Squall relax. Care for? He was someone she cared for? It felt weird, hearing her say that. Made him feel warm and embarrassed and oddly happy.

“It’s nothing. It was a misunderstanding, Seifer and I are just… we’re not together like that we just…”

He couldn’t say it to her.

“Fooling around when the mood hits?” she supplied and he nodded.

Quistis leaned back some and studied him under half lidded eyes as if she was calculating something.

“And Tornquist’s suspicions about this being abusive for you are false?”

Squall nodded.

“Yes, I can take care of myself. I was acting childishly and overreacted when… Tornquist confronted me about that,” Squall reluctantly explained.

She looked at him for a while longer, and then nodded.

“Very well, just tell me if something happens, okay? Tornquist asked me to tell you to go see him, he doesn’t hold a grudge,” she smiled.

Squall nodded, though he wasn’t so sure. If Teo had asked, he guessed he had to go. It felt bad leaving things unsaid anyway and with Seifer not being there maybe things would be calmer?

“That being solved, over to your task for next Friday. I want you to paint something,” Trepe said happily and her smile made him feel weary.

Which he had all right to feel as she presented the tasks ahead of him.

*****

It was dark and sometime in the middle of night. Squall should have been asleep but couldn’t. Nida was softly snoring at his side of the bed. The two of them had talked, seriously talked. Squall would race. Not just because of the money, he wanted to feel the excitement again. He had told the man he didn’t want to see him ever again after that. The rest of his problems he had to solve on his own.

Squall had been very adamant about the not seeing part but suspected that if Nida didn’t find an apartment after the race, Squall still would let him stay. So pathetic. Of course, if he didn’t win, Nida had to stay… and Squall would have to race again. He had mixed feelings about it. Some part of him wanted to lose, so he would have to race again. Another part wanted him to win and get it over with.

It wasn’t what kept him awake. The race wasn’t until a week from now. He’d have to call himself sick, he didn’t think he would get any leave otherwise. The trip took the better part of a day. He seemed to remember that Winhill was a very peaceful small town and the track was the long, speed required thing. Easy. Gilgamesh had enough strength to reach mach two if it was a jet. Insane, really. So much power and you was sitting on top of it. It had used to make Squall aroused, even hard in the heat of a challenge.

He steered away his thought, it just made him excited in a disturbing way. Not that what else was on his mind was any better. Tomorrow, or today he was supposed to meet Teo. He was supposed to leave his paintings in the small gallery closest to his home. The attendants would see to it that Quistis got them. Then there was Seifer. He seemed to be involved in every decision lately. Seemed to infiltrate Squall’s thoughts when he the least expected it.

He would wonder what Seifer would think about the painting. About the new schedule. About him going back to Teo. About Nida’s continued presence and how long it would take before he seriously hurt the lecher. About the race. Hyne. What would a cop think about him racing? Was Seifer that strict? Would he care if he knew? Or would he like to watch?

Squall growled to himself and turned to his side. He wasn’t going to get any sleep this night, was he?

*****

It seemed like yesterday he stood outside this door arguing for and against knocking. Squall bit his thumb nail and stared at the bell. Teo had asked Quistis to send him there, right? Teo had told Quistis he held no grudges. Still, how could you not be put off when getting hit? Maybe he could come back next week? No need to start so soon. He just got the test results back.

Suddenly the door opened and he was confronted by dark blue eyes and nowhere to run. Squall’s throat turned dry and his heart skipped like a crazed bunny. There was no hint of a bruise in the man’s face. He was dressed as always, comfortable and invitingly secure. Though those eyes were giving him the creeps. He felt transparent. Teo was angry. Of course he was. That was anger right?

“Trepe told you to come?” he asked softly.

Squall nodded, “I can leave again.”

“No, I… sorry, come in. It’s still cold outside,” the teacher urged and stepped away.

Squall felt forced to step forward. This was much worse than after the threesome. He closed the door carefully and stood indecisive.

“I’m sorry Squall.”

The brunet looked up at that. Teo was looking at him with softening eyes.

“I… thought wrong. I reacted before I thought it over but you don’t know Seifer,” he explained.

Squall arched an eye brow.

“I hit you.”

“Yes, I remember, quite a remarkable arm you got there but it’s beside the point. I should have listened more carefully and not assume things. I’m just not used to… your kind,” Teo explained with a twitch on his lips.

“My… kind?”

Squall didn’t like the sound of that. What was wrong with him? He was a “kind”? What kind?

“Yeah, young and attractive and not so… well suited. I thought… obviously I was wrong and I’m sorry I offended you,” the teacher said lowly, looking elsewhere.

Thought what, exactly? That Squall had been abused in the rape sort of way? He guessed there had been plenty of opportunities and that others… might not have done so well.

“Sorry I hit you.”

“Don’t apologise, though you could have given that good-for-nothing a bashing too,” Teo smirked.

Squall smiled softly. He was urged to get into the house and when they stepped into the study room and Teo showed him the books, it felt like old times again. A little lingering unease, maybe a lingering air of awkwardness.

“I thought… you two were friends.”

Squall had to ask because he didn’t want to destroy something like that. Teo made a grimace.

“I guess we are, we just… clash a lot. We have too much in common,” Teo smiled with a taste of bitterness.

Squall narrowed his eyes at that but left it alone. Not his business and Teo didn’t seem inclined to talk.

At the end of the lesson, he was feeling as gutted as ever. Hyne, was it possible to learn all this in just one semester? Even when attending school full-time? How did people do it? How had he managed to take the grades? Of course, this was University level though.

“Cheer up, Squall. This will be much easier. You have a head for languages, comes with the art skills. History is just memorising people, places and years, you’ve done it all before,” the black haired man smirked.

Squall gave him a sour look at which Teo just smirked.

“Come on, you can have dinner here, it’s late anyway,” he offered.

Squall looked out the window at the darkened sky and when turning to protest Teo had already disappeared. The brunet rested his head in his hands and sighed. It still felt weird. Like they hadn’t quite solved the issue yet. Like it was underlining everything. Dinner might not be such a good idea. He wasn’t sure he was prepared for that kind of familiarity yet.

It was confusing. They were confusing him. He guessed it was both Seifer and Teo confusing him. Would a teacher truly go to the extent Tornquist had? Why’d he be so concerned? Slowly the youth went to the kitchen. Food seemed to already be prepared and only needed heating, as usually. He wondered if Teo thought that making food would give him too much time to run away.

“Just sit down, it’ll be ready in a minute or so,” Teo smiled.

“Teo… Maybe I should go?” Squall protested and stopped himself from biting his bottom lip.

“Nonsense. It’s some of a drive and you’ll be a traffic danger on an empty stomach,” the teacher quickly shot him down.

In the end, Squall stayed and ate. He couldn’t do something better and had… well gotten a bit spoiled with the food Teo offered. Or the occasions Seifer made dinner or whatever he choose to do. It irked Squall some that the bastard was such a master at cooking which was supposed to be an art form. Teo was so very good at it too, even if it was food he mostly warmed in the micro, he had always done it himself.

“It might need more spice,” Teo smiled when he sat down to eat.

Squall nodded but doubted it. He was correct too, the food was perfect. At least to his taste buds.

“You don’t work on weekends do you?” the teacher asked in-between chews.

“On a nightclub,” Squall corrected.

It made black eyebrows rise.

“Both Saturday and Sunday and then the factory Monday morning?” he blinked.

“I start early Sunday evening and late Monday morning, so it matches,” Squall explained and eyed the man suspiciously.

Teo had that unbelieving look on his face and Squall didn’t like it. It was the sort of look grown-ups tended to give him when they thought him incapable of doing something.

“That’s… kind of a though schedule,” the teacher settled for.

“I manage.”

Squall regretted the harsh tone and looked away.

“Is it necessary? Working so much tends to wear a person down. Doesn’t matter age or gender,” he added.

Squall glanced at the teacher but didn’t know what to say. He could manage with only the factory work, but barely. The nightclub gave him some slack, he could save money from time to time and he usually managed to pay his rent on time. It made his life a bit easier.

“You know, once you get into a University, you’ll have to take a student’s loan,” Teo reminded.

Squall knew that. He also knew that he’d be in a school bench for nine-ten hours a day and the weekends free. Left plenty of time to have a part time job. All in all, it would be much easier than now. A loan was nothing when you had school. A future. A chance to be something you wanted to be and not forced into something.

“I know, it’ll be better,” he calmed the man.

Teo smiled softly. Squall put down his tableware since he was finished eating. He was about to thank for the food as the black haired man leaned forward. It was a special kind of leaning forward that made you tense up and your heart start skipping in your chest since it meant close contact. The kissing sort of close contact.

Dark blue eyes were snaring him and the teacher moved slowly, giving him plenty of room and opportunity to stop it. But Squall hesitated. Insecure and not sure what was happening though he knew quite well. He couldn’t explain why he froze. Thousand thoughts run through his head. Did he want to? Should he stay the night? Should he stop it? What would it make to their friendship? Then lips were on his.

Blue-grey eyes partly closed as a tongue licked his lips and probed for entrance. Should he? Did he want to? What did it mean if he slept with the teacher? Was it just a fuck-buddy thing? The tongue slipped inside and the teasing made him stab at it out of curiosity. Teasing and prodding and luring. Before he knew it he delved into the other in need to get a more thorough taste. Teo put a steadying hand behind his head and the other came to rest on his thigh.

Squall moaned softly in the kiss as his thigh was kneaded from knee to groin and there dancing around just not touching what he wanted. Not like Seifer, who took and demanded and made a body ignite like a jet engine. Squall jerked away, staring into dark, dark blue eyes. Panting and gasping and head spinning. Guilt racked his gut and he couldn’t/didn’t want to explain that. The youth staggered to his feet, feeling the overwhelming urge to get distance.

“Wait…”

“I’m sorry. I need to go,” the brunet cut off.

“Squall.”

The cautious call stilled him. Teo had only stood up but wasn’t trying to chase after him. Maybe it was what made Squall hesitate.

“I’m not sorry, but I won’t do it again. Clearly you’re occupied,” he smiled softly.

What did that mean? The brunet licked his lips and slowly nodded. Teo put his hands in his back pockets.

“I’ll back off but you know where to find me if you… want to experience something else, okay?”

Squall stared at the man. Comprehending and still not connecting. A few minutes had explained and clarified a lot that he didn’t acknowledge or let to leave his subconscious. He nodded again.

“I’m leaving. See you next Friday?”

The teacher smiled and nodded.

“Next Friday,” he agreed.

Squall didn’t look back when he left and on his way home he took a detour to scatter his thoughts. His subconscious nagged and nagged until he screamed at it to shut up. Because what had happened in there was more than just a kiss. The brunet refused to put words to it, because it scared him.

He saw the car long before he was close enough to see the man. Seifer wasn’t by his car and Squall started to worry at his bottom lip. Please Hyne, don’t let the blond be upstairs together with Nida. The brunet was sure Nida was home, almost a hundred percent sure and absolutely certain that the cop’s patience was gone and broken a long time ago. He’d kill the former addict given enough time alone together Squall was sure.

The youth hurried to get the motorcycle in the garage and tuck it in for night. This close to the race he took extra care of it. He had changed some tunes on it and was still putting in a few changes. He put a cover over it when it was just standing to protect it from dust. He was behaving very much like his teenaged self when he first got a bike.

“Putting it to bed now, are you?”

Squall jumped at least three feet at the sudden dark voice and turned with an odd feeling of guilty panic.

“Seifer. Unusual for you to come here,” Squall noted and turned to the bike again.

Stop it. There was no real reason for his heart to be up in his throat or his stomach twisting and turning like two hands wringing a towel. It wasn’t like he couldn’t fuck Teo if he wanted to, right? And just because Seifer was a cop didn’t mean he had anything against Squall competing in a most dangerous race. Right? He gasped and jumped as he was embraced from behind. Something he shouldn’t since he knew the blond was there and that it was impossible to not get molested within five minutes.

The brunet whined as the large hands easily slipped under his jacket and massaged his chest and the other cupped his groin. Sharp teeth and soft lips teased his earlobe and neck. Being so tense and nervous did nothing for the self-control he usually had. His body jump started and reacted to the touches in a most desperate way, as if it was seeking for a reason to these strange feelings.

“You’re unusually high strung? Did the bad teacher do naughty things to you?” the cop asked and his voice seemed to vibrate from his chest.

“Don’t be stupid,” Squall argued and twisted in the embrace.

The blond had to feel his heart beat like a caged bird. It wasn’t fear, Squall thought, not life threatening fear just… Like doing something you knew you shouldn’t and almost being caught in the act. The brunet put some effort in getting loose and Seifer held him harder and rubbed his cock through the tight leather pants. Squall muffled a moan as the length swelled rapidly. He arched and shivered as teeth bit him.

“No? Having dirty thoughts then? It’s one of the two because you’re all hard here,” Seifer purred and squeezed the outlines of the hard member.

Squall whimpered and bit his bottom lip as his hips bucked. He was turned around and his buttocks grabbed to make sure the right parts rubbed against each other. The brunet moaned and pressed up against the large man, twining his hands in the dark jacket.

“He did something, didn’t he? Did you let him fuck you? Because you’re sorry you hit him?” Almasy murmured.

“No.”

Squall rubbed harder. The need growing even stronger at the thought of Teo. His mouth was attacked and he moaned as the tongue stabbed at him. Maybe a hard fuck was what he needed to calm himself? The hard anatomy of him thought very much so. It thought that getting fucked was a very good idea, place wasn’t very important.

“It’s something, you’re like a bitch in heat,” Seifer smirked.

Squall made an angry sound and twisted away. Being compared to an animal or something distinctly… needy was something his pride didn’t take well.

“Fine, I can manage on my own, can you?” he snapped and the cop stared at him.

Then the bastard chuckled.

“What’s this kitten? Challenging me are you?” he said amusedly.

Squall twisted again to disentangle himself. The cop didn’t let him but Squall made sure to not be kissed again or easily soothed. Soft lips gnawed at his jaw and one large hand slipped up under his jacket and put hard stroking pressure between his shoulder-blades. Squall moaned straight out. Something hard and taught twitched and small spots of white pain/pleasure danced along his nerves.

It had to be a mix of the massage and rubbing/grinding motion to his cock because such a simple touch could by no means make him weak kneed in seconds. A thumb pressed into something low in his back and his eye lashes fluttered. That was nice in a borderline torture pain kind of way. Add that to the hand continuing groping his ass and his length pressed and rubbed against the blond and Squall thought that his legs would seriously give out under him.

“Want to take this to bed?” Seifer asked and his voice was a rumbling murmur along Squall’s nerves.

Nida was probably up there. He didn’t want to kick the man out for another night just so they could fuck. And he didn’t want to stop. And he didn’t want to move because honestly, the only thing keeping him standing was Seifer.

“Nida’s upstairs,” he mumbled, voice rough.

“There’s other places, want me to carry you?” Almasy smirked and withdrew his hands.

The youth wasn’t sure what to hit the bastard for, the implied weakness or the withdrawal of hands.

“Can walk on my own,” he muttered.

“Good,” the blond smirked.

Squall silently followed the blond to the car once the garage was closed and locked. The motel then, it eased his mind. In the car he sunk down and gave a silent sigh of something akin to contentment. It felt right when being with the cop. Safe, hot and right. That should disturb him more than it currently did but then again, he had decided to not dwell on what his subconscious knew.


Author’s Note:
Hopefully I’ve gotten a new beta reader, but as you know s/he will have a lot to catch up on... Like twenty something chapters ;^^

Those of you who hasn’t, should read my newest invention: Office Follies, or the one-shot Lion Play.

The former was a request from a very good friend and it will be finished as every other story I have, it’ll take time though since my main focus is TTAC. Still, she said it would be a nice change of pace from ttac and she was right. OF is bending my head outside in :p