To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: yaoi lemon, violence
Notes: Thanks for staying with me! When I first started this story years ago I didn’t imagine it’ll be quite the monster it’s become and we’re not finished yet ;^^

The boys is making up.. kinda. :p


40

The youth opened and closed the door the moment he saw who it was. Two weeks. It had been two weeks without so much as a glimpse of the bastard. Squall crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back on the closed door. Two weeks was too long a time for him to keep any amount of heat in his anger. Bastard.

“Squall, open the door,” the blond called and gave a couple knocks to the wood.

Like hell he would. Come barge in, then Squall would bash his head in. He had a right to protect his home, right? He still hurt damn it!

“Open the door, kitten,” the cop called way too sweetly for someone like him.

Squall hissed and stalked to his kitchen. If the man couldn’t bother to show for two weeks, then Squall couldn’t bother to open the door. The wood was knocked again and then the bell was harassed. It wasn’t locked just come in already damn it. Don’t be so gentlemanly when suitable.

Squall sat down by the kitchen table and gripped the still warm cup on it with both hands. He took his time finishing the chocolate, all the while the bell and door was harassed. Not particularly aggressively, just damn determined. Squall sighed and rubbed his forehead. It had taken a week of worrying and fuming before he had resigned to facts. Wherever Nida had gone, he apparently took the blond seriously.

If Squall knew the man, he was long gone down south or up north, running from his mistakes yet again. It didn’t bother him so much after two weeks. Nida wasn’t his responsibility and the man was a grown-up. Not Squall’s problem. Those thoughts had been all good and well hadn’t he reminded himself of that ten times a day.

The youth put away the dishes and washed up the cup before dragging his feet to the door again. Glaring at it didn’t help but it felt good. It bothered him that the rage had cooled down. He was sure it would return with the right encouragement, but didn’t it mean he had already forgiven the cop if the anger could go away so easily? What did it mean that he forgave the man so quickly?

Squall cursed under his breath and rubbed his neck before opening the door and glaring coldly at the blond. The brunet placed himself in the entrance with crossed arms. Seifer made an amused grin a shark might use. It pissed the youth off and Squall nourished that anger.

“Not nice closing the door in my face like that,” he said calmly.

Squall didn’t dignify that with an answer. As the blond shifted to move into the apartment, the youth shifted by instinct. Feet shifting and hands fisting. The cop obviously understood before Squall fully did. It made the bastard smirk, though he didn’t proceed.

“You don’t look dead on your feet any more, couldn’t be because of the solved vermin problem could it?” the blond purred.

Squall gritted his teeth hard enough for it to sound. He made a mental effort to not lash out even as the heated anger seeped back.

“Watch it, Almasy, I’m not in a good mood,” he warned.

It made a blond eyebrow arch.

“Almasy is it? Since when did we start using last names?” the cop asked somberly.

“When did my business become yours? Do you think, because I let you fuck me, you own me?” Squall growled.

He just might hit the other anyway, it was only a matter of surprising the blond. Seifer tilted his head and green eyes became penetrating. That stare that made the youth feel transparent and the stare that made him realize the difference in age and experience. The large man leaned an arm at each side of the door entrance, effectively leaning slightly forward to make better eye contact.

“Are you telling me you could have kicked that rat out on your own? Because he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon,” the blond said lowly.

“It is none of your business,” Squall hissed and decided to close the door again.

The cop wouldn’t take it this time and used broad shoulders to throw the brunet off balance and slip inside before Squall had fully regained it. The youth banged the door closed and fisted his hands until nails dug into soft palms.

“You haven’t answered my question,” he reminded angrily.

“There was a question?” Seifer arched a brow.

Something in his stance must have warned the cop to keep distance because Squall sure as hell wasn’t putting mental effort into it. They stared at each other for a moment before the man sighed/growled.

“Of course I don’t, but I’m not stupid. I can put two and two together and don’t think I’d look between the fingers just because we fuck. Do you know what casualty rate there is in those damn races?” the blond said strained with rising anger.

“It’s my problem,” Squall said sharply, and it was.

“Like fuck it is! Would you give your life for that worthless piece of addict? Or a lifetime in a wheelchair huh? Did you even think that far?” the last ended in a loud voicing.

Squall clenched his teeth hard. No, he hadn’t even thought that far. He wouldn’t crash. Wasn’t that what they all said? You didn’t crash, the losers did. Not you. Damn the cop for finding the one weak spot capable of quenching his anger anyway. Shame was a good coolant. Feeling stupid was a good coolant.

“I don’t crash,” the youth muttered and the cop snorted.

“Yeah, right, that’s what they all say until they do. Throw away your life, its fine by me, but do it for yourself not for some loser that doesn’t appreciate it anyway.”

“It’s not like that, Nida has problems,” Squall hissed.

Why was it that he always felt like defending the ex to this man?

“It is, it always was. He saw a nice piece of tail that he snagged before anyone else could. You happened to have some rider skill and he used that too,” Seifer snapped.

“It wasn’t like that! You know nothing!” Squall shouted.

He was suddenly afraid and ashamed and angry because of it. He didn’t want to think back on that time. He didn’t want the cop talking about it like he had been there.

“No?”

The cop stalked closer but Squall stood his ground grinding his teeth.

“So he didn’t take all the money for his fucking dope, did he? He would have put you working on the streets if you hadn’t been able to ride a bike and you know it,” the blond growled.

Not true. Squall hit the man before he was fully aware of it. His fist actually connected with the jaw on the other. The pain from that was enough to push him on. He got in a hit in the side of the cop before the man regained himself. The hallway of the apartment was too small for a fight. They stumbled into walls and knocked over boxes when trying to get the upper hand.

The brunet made a furious shout/growl as the man locked his arms along his sides by a simple vice grip embrace. He got his feet against a wall and pushed off, sending them into the other wall and hitting the air from the blond by the sound of it. It didn’t get him loose though and they tumbled to the floor. Squall hissed and kicked furiously. They rolled around and the youth managed to put nails in an unprotected arm, drawing a hiss from the blond.

Squall put the lose elbow in the stomach of the cop and got free. He half stumbled to his feet to get space but his wrist was caught. The brunet shouted angrily as he was yanked back hard enough to land him on his back on the cop. Then he had an arm around his throat and his legs twisted together with other legs. As the arm tightened and his air supply diminished his furious anger slowly turned to desperate survival instinct.

The cop had to release at some point, right? Though Squall couldn’t make his growing panicked mind to be calmed by that. Not when his sight started to blink with black spots and movement became sluggish and heavy. With a sudden gush, he had his air back and he sucked it in greedily. His head was spinning and body shivering. They were panting and heaving and Squall felt some satisfaction in knowing he had made that to the cop. The arm around his throat shifted and strong fingers circled it instead, making him choke slightly. Squall yelped as his ear was bitten sharply. As the other hand cupped his groin he started struggling again.

Was he out of his mind? Did he truly think Squall would want anything when they just had fought? Squall hissed as he had no chance to defend himself when being bitten, molested and strangled at the same time. He jolted as the hand unashamedly slipped inside the loose pants and rudely fisted him. The flesh between neck and shoulder was suckled hard and something distinctly erect rubbed up against his ass. Squall desperately clawed the hand stroking his rapidly growing cock while trying to ease the fingers around his throat.

Damn underhanded bastard. He got his feet in the floor, but it didn’t help much except give the man opportunity to drag the youth’s pants lower. Squall gripped the garment and whined as he was fully fisted and stroked. The fingers around his throat shifted and held him down harder against the shoulder on the cop. One thought being on top and all, even when being on one’s back, should give one the upper hand.

The hard cock ground into his ass and his wiggling and squirming only made it worse. Squall moaned in frustration as he grew hard and needy, sight blinking with black spots again. His length was released and the deft fingers dipped between his legs to find that tight hole and thrust into it. Squall gasped and tried closing his legs all the while moaning at the sudden invasion.

The brunet whined and arched in a try to escape. The hand withdrew only to have him tumbled around. Recognizing the move Squall managed to put a foot against the wall, preventing himself to get pinned on his stomach. Not feeling for playing fair, the brunet snagged the hand not around his throat and bit down hard. It was enough of a distraction for him to twist free and roll until his back was against the wall.

They glared at each other while panting hard and fast. Green eyes were dark and positively arousing. The cop shifted and Squall kicked out only to have his leg caught. It had only been a distraction anyway, his other foot hit home in the side of the blond causing the man to hiss in pain. Still, the cop was a superhuman who didn’t seem to notice pain. Something that made others cringe, the man only ploughed through.

That leg too was gripped and they were spread to give the man room to come way to close. Squall knew he wouldn’t connect but still tried hitting the shark smirk on the handsome face. He missed by an inch. Large hands gripped his buttocks and lifted him up in the cop’s lap before pinning him against the wall. Squall snapped after soft lips but didn’t catch anything. He managed to get his hands under protecting clothes and clawed as hard as possible. It made Seifer give a feral grin and hiss between teeth from pain.

The brunet’s mouth was suddenly attacked hard enough to slam his head back in the wall. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a bloody battle where neither participant yielded. There was the sound of a zipper and naked cocks rubbed against each other. They separated from the bloody battle, panting and sporting bruised lips. Large hands gripped his buttocks again and lifted. With a smooth shift of hips the blunt cock head pressed against him and with another smooth shift it plunged inside.

Squall gasped and arched against the wall, feet slipping on the floor in desperate need to get off the invader. Too much. Too big and sudden and it was going to split him. The youth moaned/whimpered as the man pressed deeper. Large hands shifted to his shoulders and held him down. The brunet wailed as the big cock was plunged inside balls deep in one thrust.

Bright and dark sports flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t breathe. He was clenching so hard it hurt. Hyne, stop. Relax already. A warm and sure hand fisted his length and Squall moaned loudly, hips jerking. The fast and tight fisting was enough to make his legs twitch and mind start spinning again. He was kissed and as a tongue wanted to enter, he bit down.

They stared at each other. Strong hands were around his buttocks again and lifted. Squall moaned and clutched hard to the cop as the large cock almost withdrew completely. Then thrust inside again causing bright stars to dance. It hurt enough to force him to blink away tears. It still turned him on and Squall attacked the blond’s lips to distract himself. Seifer let him have his way, too preoccupied with fucking him raw.

The blond shifted to hook lean legs over the crook of his arms before gripping firm buttocks again. Squall moaned/hissed at the new position that left him quite open. A couple testing thrusts then the cop found his angle. He plunged inside hard and Squall shouted, hands clawing at wall and clothed shoulders. The blond started a fast, hard pace that forced the anal to relax and give. The youth gave in and moaned in-between groans and huffs.

So good. Once the maddening clenching let up and the pain turned to painful pleasure. He couldn’t reach himself, it wasn’t enough. The angel wasn’t fully right and it slowly drove him crazy. To almost have it. Squall made a whine/moan and circled his arms around the blond’s neck. Trying to rub and grind to get friction to his aching cock.

Seifer shifted somewhat and suddenly surged to his feet. Squall yelped and clutched in panic to the man. He huffed as he was banged against the wall, expected given the circumstances. The cock reentered more firmly and was pressed in hard. Squall whined and moaned as his jaw was sucked down to his throat. The cop wasn’t satisfied but separated from the wall.

Squall grunted as he was dropped in the bed and emptied quite rudely. He didn’t fight it as his pants were dragged off completely. He made some resistance as his legs were spread though, it turned him on. The cock reentered fully, causing him to groan and clench. In retaliation he bit shapely jaws and clawed at the jacket. His hands were caught and forced down above his head. The youth moaned as he was thrust into a couple times.

“Boy-slut, should I tie you up and whip you again? Would it get you off?” Seifer huskily said.

Squall snapped after his lips, missing completely. He was given a couple rough thrusts for his efforts. The youth moaned and arched for more, desperate to have his cock stroked too. He was kissed and this time allowed a deep delve that gave them a good taste of each other. One of his hands where freed so the big hand could stroke down his body. Squall moaned as it slipped under his t-shirt and a rough thumb played with his erect nipple.

“Harder,” he moaned when given opportunity.

Seifer groaned and rested his weight at an elbow. The free large hand stroke down shapely hips down to a lean thigh. Squall moaned and hooked his legs around the man, urging him on. The youth moaned loudly as he finally was obliged and given the hard sure thrusts he so sorely needed. He gripped the bed covers to keep from fisting himself. His other hand was freed and his hair fisted instead.

Squall moaned through a whimper as his bruised bottom lip was sucked. His buttock was mauled like dough and he moved his hips to meet the satisfying thrusts.

“Want to stroke yourself?”

“Yes,” Squall moaned and arched effectively rubbing said member.

“Beg for it, little slut,” Seifer growled and bit Squall’s ear.

“Please, let me daddy,” Squall groaned.

His hand was guided to the straining erection and he fisted himself with abandon. The brunet arched and moaned loudly. His head started spinning, stars dancing in front of his eyes and he was there. His spine arched and toes curled and at a most perfect thrust he came. Loudly and hard and breath taking. The cop slammed inside his constricting anal and Squall could only moan and feverishly stroke his spurting cock.

In the aftermath his ears were ringing in the panting silence. For a long moment he was too exhausted to mind the heavy man constricting his breathing. Thankfully Seifer was mindful enough to shift to the side, easing out of the sore anus. Squall put his legs together at the side but stayed on his back, twisting his body. He was too tired for more movement.

At least the anger was subsided. And damn, he had forgotten it wasn’t actually nice fighting. He was hurting again. Everywhere. He had his night work next day and if he had bruises that would show, he’d send Yan after the blond. Let’s see how well the bastard could handle the club guard. Seifer groaned lowly.

“Who taught you to fight anyway? How the hell can you pack such a punch with that tiny body?” Seifer muttered.

“I’m not tiny,” Squall said darkly.

There wasn’t any heat behind it, just annoyance. Heat had gone with the anger. It was a relief getting that off his chest. It hurt being angry.

“Yes you are. Dincht’s two times thicker and you still hit close as hard,” Seifer muttered and most likely massaged hurting areas.

Squall frowned. Who was Dincht? Did he know any Dincht? Was it even important? What tiny? Squall slowly turned around so he faced the cop to stare into green eyes.

“I’m not tiny,” he said sharply.

The left chin on the cop was already red and starting to swell. He still smirked amusedly and massaged his side where Squall had hit him a couple times.

“You know the saying, small dogs bite hard?”

Squall only narrowed his eyes, figuring he wouldn’t be able to correct the man. He slowly rose from the bed. Hyne, he was hurting everywhere not the least between his legs. He glared at the blond for that one. Bastard. Slowly he took of his t-shirt. Being nude in front of the man wasn’t as embarrassing as in the beginning. Directly after a fuck just seemed ridicules to feel self-conscious. The only risk was being jumped but he felt rather sure he wasn’t in any risk right now.

Squall still gave a quick glare at the sound of the man getting up. Seifer only stretched before shrugging of his jacket and shoes. Squall took a towel from an overthrown box while debating whether or not to let the cop stay. Then again, he seldom had much say in the matter. Or did he? Strange how fighting with the cop might turn as ugly as this but it sort of felt good afterwards. With Nida it always felt frustrating. Then again, it had been about different things with the ex.

“How old were you, when the two of you moved in together?” Seifer suddenly asked.

Squall glanced to the side at the cop but referred to answer. He shied from those memories and didn’t want to have them. He had no wish to drag them up on his own violation. It was like an old dream anyway. A movie he had watched at some time.

“Did he ever…”

“No,” Squall hissed and glared.

Seifer arched an eyebrow.

“You didn’t even hear the question,” he leered.

Squall gave a meaning stare, like he didn’t already know it?

“What did you do anyway? Where is he?”

Seifer shrugged and eased up on his clothes. Squall narrowed his eyes, daring the blond to try and take a shower at the same time.

“I told him to pack his stuff and leave, he had overstayed his welcome.”

Squall made a frustrated noise. Insufferable man! More so himself. Why couldn’t he stop worrying about the ex-boyfriend? Ex! Not seeing each other. No responsibilities or obligations. Finished. Gone separate ways. Out of stubborn pride, Squall decided to leave the subject alone. Nida wasn’t so stupid to get himself killed, he had survival instincts after all.

“Why were you going to race anyway?”

“To buy him drugs, what else?” Squall said seriously.

The cop stared at him, then blinked.

“You’re… joking, right?”

Squall sighed and rolled his eyes before proceeding to the bathroom. Of course he was joking. He was in a bad mood again. Remembering those times always did it to him. It wasn’t fair that the cop could guess correctly at so many things. He could read a lot of it from the registries, yes, but not such details.

Squall stared at himself in the mirror. His lips were bruised, but so was Seifer’s. Ben would probably ask about it tomorrow. The chef of the guards at the nightclub was picky on details. He took his job very seriously and Squall guessed the multitude of questions was needed. Some of the girls had some difficulties with that or this guy after all.

Would Squall have been in similar situations if Nida hadn’t run off? Racing only got you so much money and you needed to win to get them. It wasn’t always he won. It wasn’t always he, they, had money to pay all loan sharks or whatever those people had been. His stomach knotted and twisted still just remembering some of those times.

Squall jumped as the blond suddenly stood behind him. Silent like some damn cat.

“Get out, I’m not showering with you,” he growled and turned away from the mirror.

He wanted a hot shower. He wanted to sleep, it was well past eleven. Not that he needed to get up early, probably a reason for the uncorrectable blond to come by. Squall made a frustrated noise as a large, warm hand circled his waist and splayed over his stomach. He was gently pressed back against the very naked cop.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve had your revenge, let’s make up,” the cop purred and nibbled the sensitive neck.

So, so easy to get lured into that soft way. Especially when it was such an uncharacteristic way of the man. Damn him for being so flexible. To one moment be the bastard and then turn a whole 180.

“Go away, you’re not forgiven,” the youth muttered.

The other warm hand splayed over his chest, rubbing aching nipples that eagerly tightened and stood erect in seconds. The hand on his stomach slipped up behind him and a strong thumb pressed into his back, firmly stroking upward to his neck and pressing down on something that made the youth moan. It almost made him hard, that sure, firm pressure that made it flash before his eyes.

Squall was won over and urged into the shower. He was firmly pushed head first into the wall while his hips was dragged out. He took the position with some hesitation, not too sure he had stamina for a second go so soon. Large hands spread his buttocks and a warm, wet tongue licked him, sending him into a loud moan.

A second firm, deep lick and Squall moaned again. In no time he was rock hard and toes curling, hips moving on that tongue. A finger entered the play and soft anus lips were licked and sucked until Squall was making funny high pitched noises. He was trembling and wasn’t sure if he could keep standing much longer as the blond rose again to steady him.

“Weren’t you supposed to shower?” Seifer asked amusedly while pressing a hard erection between firm buttocks.

Squall made a complaint at the sudden gush of water and unconsciously pressed closer to the warm man before the water had gotten a somewhat human temperature. He pressed back against the water slick cock and arched with a moan as his own erection was fisted. Erect nipples were teased again. Rolled between fingers or pinched.

Squall got the soap and turned off the water before managing to lather them both. He was sure it would become an addiction. The feel of rubbing soap slicked bodies was mind spinning. It made him rock hard and he eagerly pressed back against the big cock. A large hand was around his throat and strong fingers tilted his head back to dominate his lips.

With a shift of knees and position Squall was entered and it caused him to whimper. It hurt no matter what lubricant you used after a dry fuck. The water was turned on again and then the sure hand was stroking his dripping cock. Squall arched and moaned loudly. With one hand buried in blond hair and the other resting against wet tiles, he eagerly got on his toes to give the cock fucking him better access.

He was steadied by a hand around his chest before the cop picked up the pace. It started smacking between them. Wet sloppy noises mixing with Squall’s increasingly high pitched noises and Seifer’s groans. The youth clawed the wall as he suddenly came. White ribbons spurting on the tiles to seconds after be washed away. The blond pressed as deep as he could while Squall shivered and trembled with orgasm.

Once he could fully open his eyes again, Squall’s shoulders were pressed into the wall and large hands gripped his hips. He grunted at the hard, fast thrusts that followed. Water and earlier release had made it slick and the blond had ungodly stamina when it suited him. Squall grunted with the rough thrusts and had grown half hard again by the time the cop groaned loudly and filled the anal.

The water was beyond lukewarm and Squall quickly turned it off and then leaned both hands against the tiles. Sharp teeth were gnawing on his shoulder and occasionally a wet tongue would lap at the sensitive area.

“Are you going to get out anytime soon?” he murmured in half annoyance.

Seifer chuckled and moved his hips softly, consequently moving the soft cock still buried in the slick hole.

“Na, kinda like it here.”

Squall made a huff in annoyance and twisted free before bullying his way out of the shower. Out in the apartment he took another towel to dry his hair. Once finished he threw it at the man who just exited the bathroom. As Squall was caught in an embrace and his ass molested while his throat was suckled he made an annoyed sound.

“I’m going to sleep, if you’re staying you better behave or you’ll be locked out for another two weeks,” Squall growled.

“Aw, I’m hurt, you’re saying I can’t fuck you silly?” Seifer grinned.

The brunet put a hand in the handsome face to get free.

“Yes, I got work tomorrow and enough bruises as it is,” he growled and managed to slip under his bed covers without getting caught again.

Seifer let out the lights before he silently came to the bed and got in it. Squall turned to face the man since it was a much more preferable position. He was still molested if only in the petting way.

“I’ve just gotten rid of that freeloader and you think I won’t catch up on lost fucking?” Seifer murmured amusedly.

“Yes, if you have any self-preservation,” Squall muttered.

He was exhausted once he relaxed and let the soft bed lull him. The warm hand stroking along his back only hastened his drop into dreamless sleep.


Author’s Note:
Hopefully the next chapter will be out within the month. I feel positive about it :)
Of course, any help given is much appreciated. Like small cookies in review forms :p