To Trust A Cop

Beta: Yes
Warnings: lemon, soft bdsm
Notes: A long chapter… with goodies… You’ll tell me if I’m too evil, right?


4

Sometimes it was hell to have a motorcycle. It was too small to hold all the groceries he needed, and it was inconvenient to buy only a few. Taking his bags Squall headed out of the little neighbourhood store, having to walk home with the groceries. It wasn’t too far, just late and heavy after a whole day at the factory. The brunet stopped dead in his track as he stepped out.

Against a car, the cop was leaned. A cigarette between his fingers and that unreadable expression in place. Squall glared and walked closer.

“Are you stalking me?” He growled up at the tall blond.

Almasy smirked.

“What a greeting. Here I thought you’d be happy for a ride home.” The cop smirked and tossed the cancer-stick.

Arrogant prick. Squall snorted and turned his back, asking Hyne to tell him he hadn't gotten a stalker cop after him. The brunet gritted his teeth as the blond easily caught up with him.

“What’re you doing buying groceries so late in these neighborhoods?” Seifer asked calmly.

“None of your business.” Squall answered shortly.

He hadn’t seen the man for a whole week since the time he had come to the apartment. What did the man want? He couldn’t very well put Squall in any situation now, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to invite the bastard in and give him a chance.

“You know you’re an easy target like this, right? You should do this during the day.” The cop advised and Squall fisted the bags harder.

“What I do at what hour of the day is none of your concern. What do you want?” He said coldly.

Almasy chuckled and suddenly took one of the three bags. The brunet stopped. Sure, it was nice getting some help, but this cop didn’t come for free.

“Give it back.” He said shortly.

Almasy arched an eyebrow and threw the bag over his shoulder as if it were nothing.

“Looked like you could need some help.”

“I don’t. Not from you. I know what you want in return.” He growled and that scary smile spread at the blond’s lips.

“You’re a clever one, aren’t you?” The cop purred and continued walking.

Squall gritted his teeth and followed. Damn arrogant bastard. Who did he think he was? Well, he better stay the hell away if he treasured certain body parts.

“By the way. It’s rude to call a friendly soul for a stalker.” The blond said after a while.

Squall arched an eyebrow and pressed his lips together.

“I didn’t see any friendly soul.”

“I’m hurt, truly devastated. Are you saying I’m not a friendly soul? Helping you… what three times now?” The cop smirked and Squall glared.

“Don’t you have a job to do, or are you suspended?” Squall retorted, hoping he had hit some good spot.

“Nope.” The cop answered and the brunet narrowed his eyes.

No to what? As they reached the apartment, his hands were aching and his back screamed at him. On top of that his stomach was loudly complaining. The cop opened the entrance door and Squall glared as he was showed in as if being some lady.

To his relief the landlord didn’t show his ugly face but setting foot at the stair, he heard the neighbours yell. Hyne, why didn’t they just break up? He had never heard anything else than yelling and screaming from there.

“I still can’t understand what you see in this place; there are hundreds of better ones.” Squall didn’t say anything to the comment but concentrated on getting the door open.

Now, how to get rid of the intruder. He couldn’t stop the man from going into the kitchen with the groceries and then strolling about the apartment. Squall was after the cop quickly.

“Now get out.” He said and the cop eyed him.

“Relax, will you? Why so antsy?” Squall gave the man a knowing glare and got a smirk in return.

He turned his back on the arrogant man and started unpacking. His heart was beating hard and his head just couldn’t stop spinning about those times. Images of that body kept circling in his head and made him tense even more. Squall knew the blond had come into the kitchen, but tried ignoring him. The brunet didn’t have time or strength for any… sex, and he absolutely didn’t want to sleep with the man again. Right?

No, wrong. His body sure as hell was positive for the idea. His heart kept beating fast and his body became warm and cold and he just couldn’t relax. It was as if electrical currents ran through it and made him sensitive to every little thing. From the sounds of the frozen meatballs, to the presence of the cop behind him. Squall shut the refrigerator and jumped high as warm lips attached themselves to his shoulder and neck, as a hand stroked his side in a sure way.

He twisted around and tried backing away. Seifer put a hand at either side of him, green eyes trapping him and holding him.

“You seem to be in need for some hard fucking.” The blond murmured with that deep voice.

“No. I need food and rest.” Squall argued though weakly.

“We can fuck and then eat and then fuck again.” The blond said simply before nibbling at his lips.

Squall tried to twist away when the cop stroked a hand against his loins, immediately having a response. The brunet put a hand to the broad chest and groaned at the hard sure stroking. A tongue slipped into his mouth and thoroughly explored him. Should he hit him, like before? Somehow his hand didn’t have the will or strength to fist. Hyne, why couldn’t he stay in control around this man? Squall pushed at the chest but succeeded more because Seifer deciding to withdraw.

“I can’t. I need to eat.” He breathed. His stomach decided to complain loudly at that time.

Seifer withdrew his hand.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He said and straightened, walking for the door.

“Go?”

“Yeah, let’s get something to eat and then find some nice hotel. Wouldn’t stand this noise anyway.” The blond explained and waved in the direction of the screaming couple and the now banging music.

Squall crossed his arms.

“My treat.”

The brunet sighed, defeated. One night more, what harm could it do? He took his jacket.

“This is the last time, right?” He muttered following the cop outside.

“Sure.” Seifer smirked and Squall rolled his eyes.

Right.

*****

They had to walk back to the store for the car. Seifer didn’t give him the chance to get his motorcycle, which may or may not be a bad thing. It was the same civilian car he last had been in, the memory making him uncomfortably hot. They were silent. Squall thought he should say something. At least something to clarify that it would be the last time and that he didn’t need another gangbang.

Almasy took them out to the outskirts of the city. The brunet wasn’t surprised as the blond stopped at a drive in and ordered fast food and liquor.

“I don’t drink. It’s too late.” Squall muttered as he got the bags in his knee and the beer.

“A beer won’t kill you.” The blond answered simply.

Squall pouted but made sure to straighten his face before the cop could see it. The smell from the food made his stomach rumble loudly and hunger pains shot through him. Hyne, working in a factory made you starving.

“What kind of work do you do, really?” Almasy asked suddenly.

Squall opened but closed his mouth. If he told him, would Seifer start showing up at the factory too?

“Why? Want more places to stalk me on?” He muttered and Seifer chuckled.

“If I really wanted to stalk you that badly all I need to do is look you up in the registry.” Seifer smirked and eyed him.

“I work at a factory.” He said lowly and looked out the window.

Guess the cop was right. That would mean that he could find Squall even if the brunet moved.

“Isn’t that a kind of tough job for one so young?” Almasy asked, sounding sincerely.

“I’m not a little boy.” Squall growled and Seifer chuckled.

“Right, but still you must have lied about your age when taking the job, no?” The blond eyed him, Squall was silent.

No, he hadn’t. The chief of the place just didn’t care as long as you did your job. The fact that Squall looked good and gave everyone else something to look at and make fun off was just a bonus.

Almasy stopped by a motel that looked to be okay. Whole windows and doors and clean outside. The cop walked away to rent a room and Squall asked himself what the fuck he was doing there. How could this simple man change him so much? Before, Squall would have never gone with a stranger in this way. To trust someone he had just fucked around with twice too many times.

The blond could not even be a cop. Though he had the car and the badge and all that. And if he was, he still could be a psycho. In these times you shouldn’t trust anyone. Not like this. So why did he?

“Room 21.” Seifer grunted past the cigarette at returning.

He took the beer and walked ahead, Squall silently following. Room 21 was at the far of right. They wouldn’t disturb anyone if they would get loud there.

“Where are those friends of yours?” Squall asked silently and made the cop smirk as he opened the door.

“How come? Afraid they would show up uninvited?” Almasy leered and Squall snorted as he put the food on a table.

“Well, I seem to need to tell you everything in detail so that you don’t find a loophole.” Squall said dryly and Seifer smiled in amusement, closing the door after stomping out the cigarette.

“Damn, here I thought I had found a beauty without a brain.” The cop said, sounding amused.

Squall glared at the man and sat down to eat after discarding his shoes and jacket. The blond didn’t seem particularly interested in the food, but started with making himself comfortable. Shutting curtains and locking the door, taking of shoes and jacket and easing his clothes. When he sat down he started with the beer and not the food. Somehow Squall got the impression the blond had already eaten and was just being nice.

“You work all day in that factory?”

Squall nodded while slowly calming his upset and hungry stomach.

“I thought you were an artist, what with all those drawing things.” The cop said in a way that meant he wanted more information.

Squall shrugged, not interested in giving the man the satisfaction of easy answers. They ate in silence again. Green eyes were studying him intently. The brunet felt himself heating up, squirming under the intense gaze.

“Who took your virginity?”

Squall choked on the food at the question, and had to cough and drink some beer to get rid of it.

“What?”

“You heard the question.”

“That’s none of your business.” Squall hissed and felt hotness in his face.

Seifer smirked a dangerous smile and those green eyes just darkened in that strange predatory way.

“Shy, are you? Was it some school love? The captain of the football team maybe?” The blond purred.

Squall looked away, trying to ignore the bastard and eat the last.

“No? A classmate then?”

“… …”

“Your teacher? Or a brother maybe?”

Squall hissed and slammed the beer bottle at the table.

“What makes you think it was a guy?” He hissed.

“Because you’re obviously a cock sucker and not a cunt licker.” The blond smirked and Squall was sure he was flaming red from neck and up.

“I am not!” He growled but it only made the blond leer even more dangerously, those green eyes made his whole body tense and edgy as if he was a deer in front of a wolf.

“Aren’t you going to finish that beer?” The cop asked with a rougher voice.

“No.” Squall crossed his arms, angry and excited and unable to control it.

“You should.”

“I don’t want to! I’m contemplating just going home instead.” He said dryly and the gaze he got sent shivers down his spine.

“Really?” The blond purred as he rose to his feet.

“Really.” Squall said and looked defiantly at the man.

Somehow he needed to act on this anger and embarrassment when he otherwise was capable of just ignoring his feelings and stay in control. He struggled as he was roughly dragged up from the chair and then lifted as if he didn’t weight anything. The brunet gasped as his buttocks was squeezed hard and his groin was rubbed into the other. Squall sneaked his hands under the cop’s shirt and put nails in broad shoulders to show his complaints. He was thrown down in the bed and was quickly covered by the large blond.

The brunet twisted and hissed angrily as his hands were caught. He bit after the man as Almasy tried kissing him. The damn arrogant bastard needed some punishment for calling him cock sucker. That was just mean! Squall gasped as a hard groin was viciously rubbed down against his. He tried fighting the blond and this continued the insistent rubbing.

“Bastard!” He hissed as his body responded harshly to the treatment.

“A handsome bastard.” The cop smirked.

Squall groaned at the heat. He started involuntarily squirm and twist under the cop. His legs was forced apart wider and he eagerly spread them and met up on the thrusts. The brunet moaned and clenched his jaws hard. So good. It wasn’t fair. That his body so easily surrendered to this bastard when it didn’t to others who were so much nicer.

He blinked as the cop rose from him. Strong hands gripped the ends of his shirt and ripped it open, making a few buttons fly.

“Asshole! You know what that cost?” He growled angrily, the cop not caring and only forcing it off him before attacking his jeans.

“Certainly a fortune.” The blond said sarcastically and smirked as Squall squirmed.

He moaned and gasped as the tight jeans’ were dragged off of him and his hard cock got more room. The blond gripped the underwear and Squall tried stopping him but too late. The boxers were ripped apart and discarded somewhere over a shoulder.

“Damn it! Stop tearing my clothes apart.” He growled.

“They’re in the way.” Was the simple answer.

Squall tried to squirm away from the man to complain, but strong hands caught his hips and dragged him closer to the edge. Squall arched in a breathless cry as his cock was fisted and a hot mouth latched onto his nipple. He whimpered as a thumb cruelly stroked the head of his cock and smeared out the drops of pre-cum. His cock was released and the hand squirmed its way in under his back, lifting him somewhat.

Squall cried out in sudden hurt as sharp teeth tormented his nipple. He fisted blond hair and tried drag the man away from his body. He gasped close to a scream as the teeth even more viciously bit down in the tender bud before it was released. Squall glared as the cop straightened to drag his own t-shirt over his head.

“That hurt.” He complained and massaged the traumatized nipple that stood hard and erect.

“You liked it.” The cop smirked with dark eyes as he opened his trousers.

“I did not.” Squall growled and forced himself not to look at the large cock bopping out from its confines.

“Yes you did, you just don’t want to admit it. Suck me.” The blond ordered and Squall glared.

His heart was thudding hard, his breathing starting to get fast, his prick was throbbing. He looked at the large cock and swallowed hard. Why could his memory never do it justice? Slowly he got to his knees in the bed and fisted it. The ripped shirt he threw away on the floor, now completely naked. He licked the glistening pre-cum and jerked it off slowly, playing with his tongue around the red head. A large hand fisted his hair.

“I said suck it.” Almasy growled and dragged him down on it.

Squall choked and gripped the blond’s hips to push away. The man was groaning lightly, his cock throbbing in Squall’s mouth. They slowly came to an agreement and the brunet slowly went up and down the hard length. His own cock cried for attention, but as he tried giving it, his hand was firmly placed back on the cop’s hip. He whined in complaint and made the other shudder.

Squall started bobbing his head. Saliva glistened along the length and the brunet swallowed when it became too much, making the blond groan and jerk his hips. The hand in his hair started to urge him deeper on it for every time.

“That’s it, suck daddy good.” The man roughly said.

Squall resisted as he was forced too deep on it too fast. So hard, so hot. He tried to fist himself, but the cop wasn’t as immersed in pleasure as he had hoped and his hand was yet again placed back at the blond’s hip.

“Open up that throat, boy slut.” The blond growled and took both hands around his head.

Squall wisely did as told and groaned with closed eyes. Slowly the thick thing went past his mouth and down his throat. Almasy groaned and shivered, hands fisting and releasing his hair. Squall moaned around the thing as his nose was buried in pubic hair. He sucked it hard once everything was down and made the cop shiver and moan in ecstasy.

The brunet panted and gasped as the cock was withdrawn. Pre-cum filled his mouth and forced him to swallow. Seifer pushed back down in him and green eyes watched him. The lightly dilated in the gaze made hot pulses race through his body. His cock cried for a touch and Squall shifted his seat, feeling it bob against his stomach and shifting again.

“You’re such a sucker for cock in that mouth.” The cop murmured harshly.

Squall moaned as the length left his throat again. Almasy was quicker at lodging it back down and then withdrawing. The brunet chocked a couple times before adjusting to the rhythm.

“Want me to fuck your greedy mouth? Do you?” He said darkly and kept the pace.

Squall moaned and his body pulsed, whining as the pace was increased. He gripped a strong arm and pushed at the hip, but the hands just held harder and the hips just thrust more adamantly.

“What’s the matter boy? Is daddy too much for you?” Almasy grunted amusedly.

Saliva and pre-cum smeared the proud length and swollen lips. It dripped down Squall’s chin and trickled down his throat, forcing him to swallow when he shouldn’t be able. The man started groaning and moaning and the thrust became harder and losing some control. Suddenly the salty flavour of sperm exploded in his mouth and down his throat, making him choke and chough.

Almasy moaned deeply and rotated his hips, cock lodged down Squall’s throat. Hot sperm trickled down his throat and filled his mouth. As Seifer carefully withdrew, sperm was smeared around the brunet’s lips. He automatically used his hand to wipe it away. His hand was caught and brought back to his mouth.

“Lick.” Was the husky order.

Squall gazed up into those dark green eyes as he slowly let his tongue swipe the hand clean. He was throbbing painfully between his legs and at last succeeded in fisting himself. A small whimper escaped him in pleasure.

“On your back.” Almasy ordered and Squall was quick to comply.

He backed up the bed and lay down as the cop finished undressing. He eagerly spread his legs for the cop as this came up to him on all fours. The brunet involuntarily thrust up against the hard body and squirmed under the weight once it was between his legs. A hot hand squeezed his thigh and buttock, making him raise it and rub up against the pliant man. Squall hissed as his nipple was sucked and he shuddered.

Under the blond, his body helplessly started squirming, twisting and whimpering. Pleasure throbbed so hard in his loin it was driving him crazy. Squall bit a broad shoulder in frustration, rubbing up hard and trying to get a hand between them. The cop chuckled and easily caught his hands above his head.

“Poor little thing, all hot and needy.” Squall showed his teeth before whimpering and gasping at a sudden down thrust.

Hot fingers found his anus and he gasped and whined as a finger was pushed inside. His body started shaking. He arched, he squirmed, he rubbed. His heart banged in his ears, his breathing was hard and erratic. So close. More. He needed more. He wanted to come. Seifer claimed his lips. Invaded his mouth and demanded submission. Squall easily granted him it. Coldness circled his wrists and suddenly the man lifted off of him.

Squall tried following but was held down in the bed, hands above his head. In his lust crazy mind it took him some time to progress that he was chained to the bed. As he realized it he screamed angrily and fought his bonds hard.

“Bastard! Take them off!” He shouted and squirmed.

He cried out and panted as a sure hand rubbed down on his weeping organ.

“Not my fault. You just don’t seem to understand simple instructions.” The blond said amusedly

“What instructions?” The youth whined as he realised what a merciless position he was in.

He gasped harshly and his toes curled as his cock was rubbed harder and fingered.

“The instructions that say that I own this body right now, and you didn’t have permission to touch this, did you?” Almasy purred evilly as he lightly fingered the red head.

Squall cried out and arched off the bed. That wasn’t pleasure. That was torture! Clever hands played with his cock. Made him arch and pant helplessly, made him flicker at the brink to orgasm, just to cruelly squeeze him hard enough to calm him down. After hardly any time with such torturous games, he’s head was reeling and his body ready to just crack.

“Please.” He whispered in-between harsh gasps.

“What was that?”

“Please, don’t torture me like this.” He whimpered, noting the pleading in his voice and not caring.

“Torture? Boy, you don’t know what torture is. Are you saying you can’t take anymore?” The blond smirked.

Squall nodded and moaned deeply at the hard squeeze.

“Please, let me come.” He whimpered and his toes curled, his body yet again arching of the bed.

Suddenly two fingers were thrust into him, making him shout with wide open eyes. They quickly found his sweet spot and started to mercilessly rub it. Squall started crying out as his cock was stroked just perfectly hard. His body was shaking; his vision became tunnelled and white. The youth arched hard as his orgasm overpowered him violently. It ripped through his body and left him disoriented and shaking.

He couldn’t feel anything for a long time. He was swirling at the brink at sleep, fulfilled and content. Squall moaned pitifully as he was shaken awake again. The brunet had to blink a couple times to be able to focus up at green eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep when we have hardly begun.” Seifer murmured and made Squall’s body jolt by dragging a finger along the spent prick.

Squall wanted to complain as the cop stepped out of the bed and into the bathroom for towels. The brunet sunk back down. Hyne, what had he agreed to?


Author’s Note:
You think this is all! Hyne, is everyone as clueless as our poor Squall? *mowahaha*
Kidding.
But, if you want to see what our favourite handsome, blond, bastard has in store for the poor boy, you need to tell me.
No big deal, right?
Just a few words are encouraging.