To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: ... um... anyone with a weak heart... stay away? *grin*
Notes: I’m relieved I got a few of you still with me. What it, at this point, looks like it’ll be another ten chapter before I can wrap this monster up *huge grin*

So I guess we’re on the last run now.


41

Zell had always detested guns or firearms in general. Anyone could fire a gun and take out a guy. Snipers could be miles away from the target and kill it. There was no courage in it, no honor. Hence he was one of the best martial artists in the country. Top one in the force. But, the blond sighed before firing of a second round, as a policeman you had to practice shooting. You didn’t have to wear the gun except on patrols or similar stuff. Zell detested it.

The practice target was hauled in and he scowled at the result. At least every bullet got inside the outmost circle… Zell flinched at a sudden large boom followed by a multiple, rapid booms. Seifer playing with his gunblade again. Why anyone practice shooting with that thing was beyond Zell. It was too heavy to take aim with one hand, it was too sharp to hold like a rifle and the recoil was a bitch, as Irvine said.

The martial artist gathered his guns and sauntered over to the box where the large blond stood practicing. As usually he had a crowd around him. As usually he took aim with one damn hand. Irvine was sitting on a bench, eyes narrowed and Zell walked over. The sniper seldom practiced at this range, it was too short. Too get a challenge it needed to be at least 330 feet. Then he could actually miss.

“What’s up?” he asked since violet eyes were narrowed and the expression far from pleased.

Irvine gave him a glance and then sighed.

“Nothing much. Why’s he practicing shooting with that damn thing?” the sniper growled and massaged a temple.

Zell shrugged and slumped down beside his friend. Personally he thought it was awesome. Seeing Almasy lift and aim that bloody thing with hardly a shiver was beyond cool. The martial artist had gotten the privilege to hold the gunblade and man, was it heavy. It was a two hand weapon, but he had seldom seen Almasy use two hands. Made you realize just how damn strong he was.

“More fun than lifting junk?” he suggested.

Irvine snorted.

“He’s just a damn show-off.”

Seifer rested Hyperion on his shoulder while the practice target was hauled in. Hard to judge if he had hit it dead centre, since the little paper target was blown to smithereens. Made all onlookers laugh. Zell wondered if they would laugh so if they saw it in true battle. When the blade would sink into pliable flesh only to blow it to small chunks of bloody pieces. Almasy came over to them, winded and just slightly sweaty.

“You done or what?”

“If you hadn’t been such a show-off, we’d been out of here hours ago,” Irvine said sharply as he rose.

“Aw, what’s this I hear? Jealous Kinneas? You might be a firearm specialist but it takes a little more to handle this baby,” Seifer chuckled and petted the gunblade.

Irvine narrowed his eyes and made something looking like a held back pout. Zell laughed.

“Are you still miffed because you can’t lift it?” he asked.

Irvine had been allowed to hold the weapon too but he had barely managed to lift it.

“It’s a clumsy, medieval barbaric tool. I can’t understand how they can allow you to use it,” Irvine muttered.

“Because real men want to see their opponent in the eyes,” Seifer purred and barely managed to avoid a smack to his head.

The redhead walked out ahead of them since both Zell and Seifer needed to change out of their uniforms. The martial artist bit the inside of his chin when changing clothes. He had only been back about two weeks and had already been diplomat between Seifer and the captain three times. Four if counting today too but that was more of separating-combatants than diplomat.

“Yo, Seifer...”

“What?”

Zell hesitate. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. Green eyes stared at him in a way that told him to speak up or shut up.

“About today with the captain…”

The blond growled and slammed shut his locker.

“What about it?”

Hyne, he was irritable. Was this the reason for Irvine being so stingy too?

“Maybe you could ask to be removed from this case?” he suggested.

Almasy was taking on shoes and didn’t seem to listen to someone who didn’t know him. There was a certain wrinkle across his forehead and in the corner of his mouth. Angry and brooding.

“No.”

“Come on Almasy, this isn’t your deal and you know it,” Zell said sharply.

He got a sharp, poisonous stare before Seifer walked out. Stubborn, son-of-a-asshole. Zell followed and got out in time to step into another argument.

“You’re going over again? Haven’t you been there every night this week?” Irvine growled.

Seifer shrugged, “And?”

The redhead narrowed his eyes and wouldn’t look away from the tall blond the whole way to the cars. Zell looked between them and suddenly something pinged in his head. So that was it. Was Irvine still agonizing over this whole biker story? Almasy was still seeing the brunet with the cool bike and it was irritating the sniper? The martial artist smirked. Irvine always had been on the jealous side.

By the cars Kinneas suddenly stopped and stared wide eyed at the tall blond.

“Are you getting serious with that kid?” he asked half serious half doubtful.

Zell wanted to sneer at that. The most serious fling Seifer had had was that time with that black haired beauty. Where had she gone to anyway? Watching the blond, Zell blinked rapidly.

“Maybe,” Almasy answered lowly and didn’t quite look them in the eyes.

Both Zell and Irvine stared at him as if he had grown a second head. Zell narrowed his eyes. He was bluffing. Just teasing them as he so often did. Irvine still looked shocked before he closed his mouth and eyed Seifer up and down.

“Seriously Seifer, isn’t it time you stop fooling around and tie yourself down?” Irvine asked softly.

Zell looked between them while feeling uneasy. Trying to imagine Almasy in a costume holding a pretty bride by his side just made his world tilt upside down.

“Like marriage? Come on Irvine, I don’t do marriage,” Seifer muttered and continued to his car.

“No, but staying faithful to one person for example.”

“I’m working on it,” Seifer growled.

“With that brunet? You’re serious? Don’t tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with him?” Irvine asked incredulously.

Zell carefully kept his distance as he sensed bad air. Green eyes sharpened and gave the sniper a glare until Irvine had to flicker with his eyes. They stood silent after that and Zell felt even more of an onlooker. What had happened while he was away on the mission? Felt as if he had missed half a lifetime here. Irvine stuffed his hands in his pockets and Seifer opened his car door.

“What about kids?” Kinneas asked seriously.

Seifer shrugged, obviously bothered. Irvine narrowed his eyes.

“Is this some kind of midlife crisis?”

Seifer stared at him, and then made a narrowed growl.

“Midlife crisis. I’m years and years from fifty,” he growled.

“Years and years?” Irvine smirked with an arched eyebrow.

Zell smirked too as the tense air lifted again. Almasy gave them each a glare before entering his car and driving off. The martial artist couldn’t avoid noticing the expression on the sniper. He had suspected there were hot feelings involved, though for some reason Kinneas never mentioned anything. The blond straightened and peddled on the balls of his feet.

“He’s always up for it....what’s he do, put performance enhancer in his coffee?” Zell said amusedly.

Irvine stared wide eyed at him, and then he smirked.

“Nah, it’s probably some genetic mutation,” he chuckled

*****

It was starting to get warm again. The snow had melted though it still wasn’t spring temperatures. Seifer blew the smoke through the window before resting his arm on the sill. Traffic was hell at this time of day, one started to understand why bikers drove the things year around. Every night all week huh? He hadn’t really thought about it but it explained Squall’s mood last night. Hence the stop at the grocery store.

Nothing won him over as cooked dinner. What did some women say? The path to a man’s heart was through his stomach? Seifer chuckled. Didn’t that sound pathetic? His smile slowly disappeared as he thought back on Irvine’s words. Serious... What did serious mean anyway? Was it serious to fuck one and one person only for the last months or so? Or was it when expressing... feelings in the word way?

What was that bullshit about kids? Who wanted kids anyway? Dirty, snotty brats messing up your life. No thanks. He wouldn’t regret dying without leaving small devil-Almasy's behind. Anger and frustration bubbled up again and he quickly smashed it down. Hyne, this fucked up case couldn’t end fast enough.

Once entering familiar streets, Seifer forced himself to relax further. If he knew the brunet right, today would be a coaxing day. He had thought Fridays would get easier since Squall only studied now, but it had become the complete opposite. Studying, Seifer had come to understand, was a frustrating and stressful event.

The lights were on and he thought he saw a shadow in the window. He stretched once out of the car and then took the bag with groceries. Serious huh? He guessed he had known for a while, he just hadn’t said it to himself. But after going through the multiple relationships he had and come out burned on the other side, you started distrusting your own heart. And wasn’t that just poetic?

Seifer took the stair two steps at a time. The neighbours were fighting again. You’d think she’d leave him when they fought so. That wasn’t a lover’s quarrel. That was the kind that preceded divorce or worse, wife beating. Wasn’t his problem. If they filed a charge it was his problem.

He knocked three times before hitting the bell. The youth took his time coming to the door and not surprisingly were blue-grey eyes narrowed. Seifer lifted the bag with groceries before Squall managed to say something. If possible blue-grey eyes narrowed even more. Made him smile.

“You’ll like it,” he promised.

Squall looked doubtful but the little bite to his bottom lip gave him away. The apartment was lit almost fully and the table with all art stuff was rearranged. Obviously Squall had been painting since he went back to it. Seifer entered the kitchen and let the brunet be. It should scare him how just stepping into this sanctum eased his shoulders and banished the slight headache he had been building up.

Maybe it was the paint giving off strange aromas? Though he knew better than that. While the pasta and sausage was boiling, Seifer walked out to watch the brunet at work. He was always surprised by the delicate moves. How the pale hand would hold the brush with two fingers and a thumb while drawing thick, even strokes on the canvas. Or when all five fingers seemed to encircle the end closest to the thin brush and make details so small you couldn’t see them until stepping up close.

Seifer walked closer and tempted fate by putting his hands on the back of the chair to lean over and watch intently the slender hands work. Such beautiful hands shouldn’t work in a factory and grow callused and raw. They should always keep painting, like locking away a song bird. Though if Squall ever heard him say anything similar, he’d probably be locked out for a month after a thorough beating. Hyne knew the kid knew how to hit.

“Don’t loom like a street thug,” Squall growled and put down the slender brush to pick up another that looked much the same.

“What are you painting anyway?”

It was a stupid question because the painting was almost done. A beautiful landscape with a unicorn and a breathtaking princess in the middle.

“If you can’t see it then don’t look,” Squall growled and started making patterns on the princess’s dress.

“I see it. A horse with a horn, what’s that?” he teased lowly.

“It’s called Princes meets Unicorn from the story with the same name,” Squall snapped.

Aw, so stingy. Did Seifer’s opinion matter that much? It wasn’t the brunet’s usual scenery. Seifer noticed the novel lying on the table and picked it up. He had a vague memory of it. It was some childhood story.

“Quistis put you up to it?” he asked lowly while flipping through the book.

Squall only nodded shortly. There were three other books, all childhood stories. The clock pinged to announce that the food was ready.

“Dinner,” he said and carefully ruffled brown hair.

Squall still hissed as the move disturbed him.

“Careful!”

Seifer chuckled as he walked out in the kitchen. Of course he’d never do anything to truly make Squall make a mistake in the painting, but he was still allowed to tease. A moment later the youth entered the kitchen, eyes narrowed and mouth sullen. Seifer smirked as blue-grey eyes were dragged to the food and the almost comic way he sniffed the air.

For once they ate in silence, Seifer didn’t feel for talking and had too much to think about and Squall being Squall... Irvine still rattled him because it was a subject he had been nagging at himself for a time. He had a hard time imagining himself grey haired and old. Even more so with Squall by his side. He was going to die young, that’s what he always had thought. Somehow the years had passed and it was a long time since he left youth and entered adulthood. And still he was alive.

Squall was deeply submerged in the wonders of real food. The way he ate, sometimes, reminded Seifer about some aristocrat. Some son to a wealthy family that was taught proper manners since childhood. Still the way he tasted every bit of food it seemed he thought he’d never taste the likes again and that he had to memorize every flavour. It made something ache in him and Seifer waved away the thought.

Why was he still hooked with this kid anyway? He had never had any dream about either girl or boy. Gender had never been an issue. Character was. Seifer studied the brunet once done eating himself. Imagining never coming back was out of the question. Where would he go, seriously? No partner seemed equally interesting since he got to know the youth.

“Stop staring,” Squall suddenly snapped.

Seifer leered at the glare.

“Then where should I look?”

“I don’t know, just... elsewhere,” Squall pouted and put down the fork.

He hadn’t finished his food. Not surprising since Seifer had given him the plate. How the youth managed to function on what little he ate was beyond the blond. At his age Seifer had eaten three times as much.

“You’re insulting me if you throw that away.”

Squall raised his chin as if saying: Like I care.

“I won’t throw it away. I got a freezer you know,” the brunet muttered and rose.

Seifer watched in amusement while the brunet danced about the kitchen shoving food in the freezer, dishes in the sink, whipped the table and oven clean and started pouring dish water. Did he realise how gracefully he did such mundane things? All the while blue-grey eyes watch something not of this world. What did he think about all the time? Following his train of thought could exhaust a man, so Seifer refrained from doing so when not necessary.

Suddenly the stormy eyes swirled at him and he arched an eyebrow at the baleful eye. One hand rested against a tilted hip and the sensuous mouth thinned to a line. What now? What by Hyne had he done now that he wasn’t even aware of?

“I told you to stop staring!” Squall hissed.

Seifer smirked. Oh, so that was still unnerving him huh? What was this sudden modesty? The youth had never before scolded him for staring, just ignored him in retribution.

“What’s wrong with you?” Squall hissed before Seifer managed a retort.

Surprise of surprise. Was Seifer truly so rattled by his own brooding that Squall noticed? Usually he wasn’t so attentive. The blond narrowed his eyes a fraction. Or was that something the kid masked? Who knew just how aware he was really? What with that stony face and ignorant nature. Maybe he was more aware of his surroundings and the people about him than he let on? Seifer smirked wider. It made Squall huff and sharply turn to the dishes.

Seifer gave a silent sigh when the youth wasn’t looking. This had gone from convenience into something deeper a long time ago, hadn’t it? The cop crossed his fingers behind his head and stretched long legs to cross the ankles. The ceiling needed a repaint job. The whole damn apartment needed a face lift but that was old news. One of these days he’d find something more suitable and when the brunet was coaxed into a good enough mood; he’d drag him and his things there. One day.

*****

Squall angrily attacked the dishes, still feeling the burn from those intense green eyes. Bastard! Who did he think he was to stare like that? Squall wasn’t a zoo animal. Then again, there was something in the green eyes that a zoo animal would never receive and that unnerved Squall. Why he didn’t quite know and didn’t quite want to analyse. Bastard. Stop staring already. It was making Squall too self-conscious.

The youth jolted and yelped as two hands sneaked around his waist. He cursed at the spilt dish water and the cop’s chuckle. His ear was assaulted and Squall angrily hissed and tried to shrug the nuisance off.

“Back off,” he growled.

The large hands just circled him, one rubbing his abdomen, the other finding a hidden nipple to rub it.

“You’re awfully jumpy. Are you having dirty thoughts again?” Seifer murmured and the hand resting against Squall’s heaving abdomen stroked downwards to cup him.

“The only one having dirty thoughts is you. Get off,” Squall growled and grabbed the hand even when wet with soap.

Anyone would put in a second gear with the blond looking at one like that. Like that... intense. Not so much like undressing him with his eyes as just... intense. There was no other word for it. In any case. With a body already jumpy, the sudden firm hand made it jolt to life. The brunet bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan at the sudden, instant swelling. It didn’t help that sharp teeth and soft lips teased his neck and the lobe of his ear.

“Stop,” he demanded hoarsely.

Of course the insatiable man didn’t heed his words. Squall gripped the stroking hand harder, trying to pry it off by force. He was pressed into the sink as heavy hips ground into him. Through the thin pants he clearly felt the hard member and it made his heart start beating harder. The hand molesting his hidden nipples shifted and grabbed his prying hand.

“Weren’t you going to wash that?” Almasy huskily asked.

“Then back off,” Squall breathed.

He was tenting his pants by now. His hands were urged back in the warm water.

“You telling me you lack so much self control you can’t even wash a few dishes with me in the same room?” Seifer chuckled.

Squall gritted his teeth at the implied weakness.

“Then stand in the room, not on me,” he hissed.

The hand returned to tease his nipples through the t-shirt. The other hand stopped stroking and simply fingered the outlines of his hard length.

“Either I stay here, or I’ll look through those boxes of yours. I have to entertain myself some way while you do the dishes,” Seifer said innocently.

Squall growled at that. He tried turning to glare at the man, but heavy hips pressed him into the sink firmly. Fine. He continued what he had started and almost heard the man purr. The large hands greedily returned to stroking his body.

“Such a good boy,” the blond purred and molested an ear again.

One day he’d get a locker and stuff everything he didn’t want in the blond’s hands in there and put the biggest lock there was on it.

Squall clenched his teeth as the hand teasing his nipples sneaked under the t-shirt. It sent shivers through him as callus fingers pinched one bud at a time. The mouth travelled from his ear to the nap of his neck, sharp teeth biting down in the sensitive area. It made the youth gasp and half way arch. If he thought he could finish washing the dish fast, he was so very wrong.

As the man suckled hard on that spot and softly stroked the hard length, funny spots danced in front of Squall’s eyes. The torture let up and he stood shuddering and harshly breathing. The hand moved from his cock to stroke is heaving, slightly shivering abdomen. A surprisingly soothing touch that made him able to fully refocus at his task. Like hell he would succumb to a pitiful, wanton idiot just because he was being molested.

Squall bit the inside of his cheek until it stung from pain. He knew what the bastard was trying to do. As if he would easily succumb to the tricks? The youth had enough self restraint to ignore the man, just watch him. His trick worked, even when his neck was assaulted, it made the blond make some sound that was either amused or satisfied.

The large hand suddenly shrugged down in Squall’s pants and easily fisted the rock hard cock since he wore no underwear. The brunet gasped sharply and jolted, hips bucking and knife and brush tumbling down in the water again. He gave a growl at unfair play and gripped the offending hand as it steadily pumped him. Squall arched and moaned, pushing back into the broad chest and revelling in the feel of the big body. His pants dropped below his hips at some point and the youth bit his lip at the feel of cold metal against sensitive balls.

“You better hurry up, or I might fuck you here,” Seifer murmured huskily.

Squall thought that it wasn’t such a bad idea, but like hell he would tell the insufferable blond that. Instead he bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood. Painful but so very efficient in getting his head clear and body less bothered. Still his hands shivered as he continued. The water was almost cold by now. The cop gave him some reprieve by concentrating on less arousing places.

He heard the zipper of jeans and gave a deep sigh masking his moan as the hot, hard manhood pressed against his lower back. One large hand gripped his hip and the other teased the head of his cock. Squall groaned and gave a light gasp as the cop shifted behind him and the hard length rubbed between his buttocks. Soft lips played with the nap of his neck.

The cock ground harder between his buttocks, gliding low enough that it should be able to penetrate him, yet it didn’t. Squall sighed and moaned again, arousal surging up with a vengeance. He almost by instinct shifted his stance so he spread his legs and arched his back. The cop made a deep rumbling groan as the cock head found the hole and pushed at it. Squall arched sharper, dishes completely forgotten in the need to feel the stiff flesh spreading him. Still the blond just pushed against him, rocking and teasing.

The large hands skimmed his belly and chest and Squall raised his arms in a show for the t-shirt to be taken off. The cop obliged and the garment was dropped to the floor. Squall weighed back on the teasing length but wasn’t allowed to mount it. Strong hands held his waist and so held him still.

“Want something pretty?” the man murmured and Squall could almost feel the chest vibrate against his back.

“Just get on with it,” he said impatiently, voice gone rough and guttural.

Seifer made a half chuckle before sucking his shoulder, still just teasing. The large hands returned to roam his body. Flicking his nipples, stroking past his cock, stroking his body in long sweeping motions. Firm, sure strokes that he wasn’t quite used too. Squall took one of the hands and tugged at it, rocking his hips in frustration and arousal. Wanting, wanting very badly and not getting it.

“The bed,” Seifer said roughly before withdrawing.

Squall had a complaint at the tip of his tongue as he was turned around and kissed. A deep, delving, consuming kiss. Cock meet cock and he moaned in the other’s mouth. The brunet was vaguely aware that he stumbled out of the pants and was guided backwards to the bed. He tugged at the clothes on the man, wanting them off now. He was absently heeded as the cop didn’t break away long enough to concentrate on undressing. Squall didn’t mind to help with that since he seldom had the chance.

He found himself lingering over the golden body. He found the scar from the bullet wound and he lightly fingered it. He followed lines of immense abdominal muscles and boldly fisted the swollen cock. Seifer groaned as he thumbed the leaking head. Both being naked, it was no use lingering in vertical position. Squall didn’t know if he dragged the other with him, or if he himself was guided down.

He spread his legs and rubbed up against the other cock once both were in the bed. Squall arched and moaned at the sure suckle to his throat. A large hand stroked his side. The firm splayed-hand stroking from before. As if he was a nice fur needing stroking. Squall sighed and hooked his legs around the straight waist as one hand kneaded his thigh.

The brunet groaned as a wetted finger easily slipped inside of him. He hitched at his breath as lips circled one nipple. Teeth nibbled and caught the bud, dragging it from his chest. Squall moaned and arched as the tip of the tongue flicked over the trapped flesh, sending electric flashes through his nerves. Seifer unhooked the youth’s legs and shifted his arm. The brunet moaned as two fingers instead pressed into him, twisting and rocking in the opening.

He shivered as the clever mouth shifted nipple and the fingers pressed as deep as they could go, searching for that elusive spot. Squall jolted slightly and gasped as it was found and rubbed. A circling massage that made him give small gasping moans. Squall tugged at blond strands, impatient to get fucked, not teased.

The man just swatted away his hands and licked his belly down to his bellybutton. The tongue stabbed at the indention, mimicking the moves of a cock. Squall arched and rolled his hips against the working fingers. His cock lay stiff along his abdomen and it throbbed together with his rapid heart.

“Seifer,” he breathed in part moan and part demand to continue.

The blond withdrew his mouth and fingers before looking up, a grin at his lips. Green eyes were so dark it sent shivers down Squall’s spine.

“What? Do I hear someone whining?” he smirked and slipped his fingers up Squall’s thigh to his hipbone.

Squall gave a glare before getting to his elbows.

“I don’t whine,” he said petulantly.

The man shuffled up until they were eyelevel and way too close to focus on each other. Squall held from arching up at the light contact of their lengths. Lips ghosted past him and he expected a kiss. When it didn’t come he had a confusing moment of stabbing frustration.

“Move up,” the cop said roughly.

Squall made a faint grin as he did as told. The cop followed, stalking like a big cat. He didn’t stop once between Squall’s legs again, but reached for the tube of lube squeezed down by the edge of the bed. The brunet stroked the side of the cop, marvelling over the muscles under the golden skin. How could he contain such a colour through the winter? He boldly stroked the large cock and had the pleasure of hearing the man groan before the cop sat back at his knees.

Squall stayed on his elbows and watched as the blond squeezed out a reasonable amount of the cool gel. He was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t worked into the organ and flinched slightly as it touched his hot skin. Seifer leaned over as he teased the clenching and unclenching anus. Squall eagerly met the kiss and stabbed at the lazy tongue licking the inside of his lips.

The youth moaned as a couple fingers pressed into him. Slowly as far as they could go, then out again only to redo the slow action. He was pushed at his back, not so much by the free hand on the cop as by slightly applied pressure in the kiss. Squall rocked his hips slightly to have the fingering increase in pace. His nipple was caught again and teased to a point where it sent shivers through the brunet. Three fingers pressed into him and found that elusive spot. Squall arched and moaned in pleasure at the stroking. His moan soon turned to a frustrated growl as the stroking wasn’t anywhere near enough. Just a light, teasing skimmering.

“Seifer,” he demanded and tugged at blond strands.

He got a chuckle for his effort. The man crooked his head and one green eye peered up at him while sharp teeth gnawed at his chest.

“What’s the matter kitten? Feeling impatient?” he smirked.

Squall frowned, wanting to argue the statement. But he was silent as he looked into the green eye. He couldn’t help the feeling of... strangeness. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Just strange. He lay back down with a huff.

“You’re strange,” he stated with a huff.

It didn’t lessen the arousal or the pleasure though. Just added a taste of frustration and impatience in him. Seifer made a rumbling that could very well be a snigger before he shuffled up again to look Squall in the eyes.

“Strange? Because I don’t tie you up?” he smirked.

Squall glared. He couldn’t put words to it. Instead he fisted blond hair to draw the man down in a kiss. He plundered the other as far as he was allowed. Stabbing at the coiling tongue and using lips to nibble at the other’s lips. Seifer easily subdued him, but not in the usual way. More like an unmoving stern way. Like pushing down a ranting child and Squall growled at it. He suddenly realised what was so strange and weird. The cop was acting unusually soft.

Four fingers worked inside him and they set to tease the bundle of nerves. Not hard and demanding and mind numbingly, but slowly, teasing and adamantly. His throat was sucked and the slight stinging pain made him shudder and arch for more. He rocked his hips, eager to be fucked and not getting it.

“Fuck me already,” he said in between a shuddering groan.

He was kissed hard then. Squall arched up, hooking legs and arms around the cop and almost purring at the satisfying reaction. It broke though. The cop shuffled down, licking his way down Squall’s heaving chest and stomach while holding his weight at the free arm. The fingers twisted in him, rocking and pushing before returning to tease the prostate.

Squall moaned and shuddered, gripping the bed covers as the hot mouth travelled down to his hip. His cock twitched at the closeness of such heat. It twitched even more at the occasional puffs of breath. The youth moaned and jerked his hips in reaction to the mouth licking his abdomen, just inches from his throbbing length. Squall groaned and wriggled as the mouth just travelled around him, teasing him maddeningly.

The thought of being serviced in that way was enough to make him feverishly hot. To have him rock hard and leaking, body shivering and sweat perspiring on his skin. The fact that the cop had never done that made the hint of it that much sweeter and torturous. Squall licked his lips, arching and releasing his breath in a shuddering groan. Wanting to beg, wanting, wanting. The mouth travelled over the cock head, breathing warm moist air on it and Squall jerked. He gave a whimpering mix of a sob and a moan.

He licked his lips again and jumped as his nipple was suddenly stroked by a callused fingertip. It shot like electricity through him and he moaned deeply. Squall was trembling and his heart racing, he heard it over the rasping of his breath. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He gave a sobbing whimper and tugged softly at blond hair again. The cop shifted over him and Squall arched again, breathing hard and body shivering. His toes were curling in the bed covers.

The youth was suddenly enveloped in wet glorious heat and he gave a keening cry, arching so harshly he thought his spine would give in. He was swallowed whole and his sight spotted with black and tunnelled funnily. Squall gave a cry as his balls was unexpectedly and brutally grabbed and held. He knew why, somewhere in the back of his head, he just couldn’t make the rest of his brain function enough to figure it out.

He gave gasping, breathy cries as his length was slowly worked with a quite expert tongue and mouth. The tongue teased his throbbing head and Squall arched again, toes curling and body tensing so hard every muscle stood out on him. He was deepthroated again and he sunk back with a huff. The youth arched again at the next slow withdrawal that ended in the sensitive head being mercilessly teased.

The cop made his body behave erratically. White hot pleasure racked him to a point where he was making nonsensical noises and tugging at blond hair again in a desperate need for reprieve. He was burning. There was no other way to describe it. Burning, searing flames licked his belly and groin, electricity flashed through his nerves.

When the blond finally did withdrew fully and slip his fingers from the wide open anus, Squall were exhausted and so hard it was ridicules. His hair lay plastered against his forehead and his heart was hammering against his chest almost painfully. He still gave a faint moan as Seifer covered him, heavy hips pressing down against him. The blond groaned as slick cocks rubbed against each other. Squall gave a needy noise and put feet in the bed to rock up against the other. Seifer licked his wet cheeks, why ever they were wet.

The blond shifted and Squall made a small sigh in pleasure at the feel of that pulsing head against his slick hole. As the cock slowly entered he gave a long moan in pleasure and relief. Perfect. It sunk inside as if it was made to be there. Hot, hard, stretching him even when he was so loose. Squall hooked legs and arms about the cop, damned not to let go when finally getting what he so desperately needed.

Seifer groaned and pressed as deep as possible before rocking in the slick tunnel. He was licking Squall’s face and Squall arched to get the tongue to his throat. He was heeded and he moaned at the whisper of teeth. The blond withdrew almost fully, to roll back in, rocking deep and slowly until Squall was back in a frenzy. He clung to the man harder, racking nails along the clammy back and squeezing his thighs around straight hips.

“Harder,” he moaned.

He was kissed and Squall desperately plunged into the mouth. He rocked his hips to meet the cock, trying to urge a harder pace. This was driving him mad. He shuddered and moaned as his nipple was flicked by a thumb-nail.

“Please,” he pleaded and didn’t mind the snivelling quality to his voice.

The cop grinned against his mouth, jus marginally increasing his pace.

“Is it too hot for you, kitten?” he murmured.

The deep voice was like a soothing stroke along Squall’s wrecked nerves.

“Yes, harder,” he admitted desperately.

The cop shifted again. Spreading his legs some and balancing properly on both elbows. Squall moaned deeply at the thrust he received. It was followed by a series of satisfying thrusts. It smacked softly between them and Squall racked his nails across the strong back, moaning and groaning in pleasure.

From there the pace increased and slowed. Squall let himself get carried along in the wave. His body thrummed like a well tuned string together with the man, helpless to do anything else. It didn’t take long for the youth to go too far at a peak and he gave in to a glorious orgasm. It was drawn out of him like a slowly erupting volcano. Heat rushing through him to finally short-circuit his brain and send him into an oblivious white shine of pleasure. It was impossible for the cop not to follow in that.

Squall came back from the glorious height to a body that was trembling and sweating. Panting in exertion and heart banging hard. Seifer had moved off and cradled his back close to the heaving chest. For long, long moments Squall lay completely lax in the after wake of such an intense orgasm. He was still shivering, still feeling sensitized and when the hot hand on his stomach shifted, it proved his nerves were still humming. His nipples re-hardened instantly at a slight brush of fingers.

The large cock was pressed against his ass and he gave a moan at the realization of his own still half hard state. Soft lips suckled his neck, making him fist the covers and shudder, goosebumps erupting everywhere on him.

Squall forced himself away from pleasure clouded euphoria. That something in the back of his head had finally gotten through, and it told him to move away. He needed space. Needed to do something. Get away. He knew that if he just got some time, he could figure this whole session out and understand it. Then he could take proper action.

Strong arms wouldn’t let him. They held him still while stroking his nipples and thighs. His thigh was lifted onto the man’s and the deft fingers stroked his sticky hole.

“Seifer,” he complained far from the hiss he had intended it to be.

The hand instead fisted his half swollen cock and he was kissed deeply. Squall moaned in part protest and flaming pleasure as his not so sated body reacted to the stimulation. The man shifted only slightly and Squall hitched on his breath as the swollen cock slipped into him easily.

“Hush,” Seifer urged as he pressed as deep as he could get.

Squall gave a whimper but had no choice as he was taken on a second ride of that incredible wave.


Author’s Note:
Anyone surprised? I got my stomach in a twisting waiting to hear what you think about this development and what you think the boys’ next move will be.