To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: kinda angst
Notes: You can tell me how much you love me once you’ve read the chapter ;)


42

He had been awake for a while. It was raining outside and he felt far too comfortable to move out of bed. Fortunately, Seifer was fast asleep too, giving Squall a rare peaceful time of thinking. His body felt oddly sated and relaxed, almost tranquil, even when brooding about this sudden change.

Squall nibbled his bottom lip and fiddled with the bedcover under his hand. The blond was pressed close to his back, one heavy arm over his waist and legs tangled together. The youth had some uncomfortable confessions to make. If only to himself. Yesterday… It had been more than before. Far more. He knew it and understood it with frightful clarity.

Given time to fully analyze it all, he very well recognized those gazes. The touches and the intense feeling. Squall had yet to actually speak those words in his head and he couldn’t bring himself too. There was a painful mix of want and chest constricting fear in him. Knowing and wanting, knowing and fearing. He would tell himself that it had been imagined, then scold himself for doubting his own eyes and body.

Things had changed without a doubt and the change scared him more than anything. It took things to a different level, a different meaning. Put a different tone to mundane things, made disturbing thoughts and worries pop up in his head. You’d think that almost three hours of uninterrupted brooding would have gotten him somewhere, but it had just made his stomach coil harder and kept his heartbeat in a disturbing fast rhythm.

The arm around him tightened just before the body tensed in a stretch and the man made a deep exhalation. Squall expected the hand to start exploring him, which it did. The rough fingers lightly traveled his chest and stopped to tease a nipple. Squall shifted, twisting half way to his back to be able to look into green eyes. However, he didn’t glare or scold the questioning molestation. Instead he scrutinized green eyes to see if he had been imagining things. Seifer arched a questioning eyebrow at his stare, and then he slowly smirked.

Squall huffed and turned back. The idiot was still half asleep. It didn’t stop him from pressing up close and rub that hard morning wood against perky buttocks.

“What was that just now?” Seifer murmured amusedly while gaining his elbow.

Squall didn’t answer as sharp teeth gnawed at his shoulder. He looked up again, gauging green eyes. He wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say or why. Seifer looked back down at him with an almost innocent look. As if asking what was up and still had the hint that he knew. Squall frowned when not being able to find anything different in the man. So maybe it had been his imagination? Seifer chuckled.

“What are you thinking about this early in the morning? Didn’t I exhaust you last night? Should I try again?” he hummed and the hand traveled down to touch that twitching flesh.

Squall drew up a knee to dislodge the hand and Seifer let him. The hand just shifted to stroke his abdomen instead. He didn’t feel comfortable. He hadn’t finished his mulling yet. This issue needed confrontation of sorts, he just didn’t know how to go about it. Maybe it was a freak session where the cop had felt oddly passionate?

He then glared at the man that hadn’t stopped his leisurely molestation. The cop calmly met his gaze and easily held it. If this fuck-buddy relationship changed, did Squall want it? And was it really what was going on? Seifer sighed had stopped his exploration of the uninterested body.

“What’s up kitten? What got you in such a twist?” he murmured.

Squall almost made a pout. He should know, damn idiot. Squall couldn’t explain. At the continued silence, the blond rested his jaw at the brunet’s shoulder before leering.

“Are you having dirty ideas? Been fantasizing about something this morning?” he purred and Squall made a frustrated sound before shrugging free and sitting up.

“Last night… What was that?” he asked and somewhat regretted the sharp accusation in his voice.

Contrary to an expected reaction, Seifer sighed and rested back down in the bed. Squall’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. His face was searched, as if Seifer was looking for something similar to what Squall had searched for in the cop.

“What of it?” he asked calmly.

Squall did pout then. He couldn’t very well accuse the man for provoking a hunch. Or a feeling. Feelings were personal and not something others could put in you, but the youth badly wanted to blame the cop. The brunet frowned, chewing the inside of his lip. Maybe… they should have some distance between them for a while? Seifer suddenly rose to an elbow, coming so close that their breaths mingled and Squall’s heart leaped up in his throat and his stomach made a silly flip flop.

“Did you get hurt?”

Squall blinked at the question.

“No,” he answered puzzled.

“Then what are you fretting about?”

Squall wanted to protest.

“But…” he started.

He desperately wanted to voice this and the feeling was so unusual that he completely lacked words to do it. He needed to solve this… this thing. Seifer stroked the small of his back with light fingertips.

“Stop hacking everything to bits and pieces. Sometimes you have to follow a gut instinct,” Almasy said simply and it held a hint of an order in it.

The brunet pressed his lips together tightly. They stared at each other for a moment. Slowly the youth realized that he had already accepted the order. His stomach stopped coiling if ever so slowly. Gut instinct. Like take one day after another? He guessed he could do that. Who knew, maybe this weird thing would blow over? Maybe it was a prelude to a growing disinterest? Though deep down Squall knew that was just him trying to reassure himself that this wouldn’t evolve past what they had. And so the coiling returned together with fear.

Seifer sighed deeply, almost a groan and hung his head on Squall’s shoulder.

“Seriously, does that brain of yours ever stop spinning? Hyne, you could probably talk yourself into thinking the sky was green,” Almasy muttered.

Squall frowned.

“Do you ever think?” he countered.

Seifer looked up and he wasn’t grinning as he should have been. The seriousness almost made Squall rear back. A large hand gripped his wrist as if the man sensed that need to retreat and had to bodily prevent it.

“I won’t abandon you. I won’t use you and throw you away.”

Squall immediately wanted to howl in embarrassment at such a statement, as if he was some girl needing reassurance. The tightening grip around his wrist kept him quiet.

“Nothing will change, you’ll still live in this shit hole and I’ll keep nagging at you to get something else. You’ll keep forgetting to eat and I’ll keep stuffing you full. For once, trust me and go with the flow,” Almasy said sharply.

Squall was assaulted with unexpected heated anger and embarrassment licked with the white panicked need to deny all of that. He had to fist his hands and bite his tongue to not react on childish feelings. He hated it when the man said things that were so true it felt like a slap in the face.

Fortunately, Seifer was silent while Squall struggled through the unexpected overwhelming reaction. Or maybe it wasn’t fortune at all. Maybe it was that uncanny instinct of his? Squall finally exhaled deeply and almost shuddered in relief as he managed to control that surge. One day he’d extract revenge for all the times the cop said and did things that forced the youth to face emotions or memories or unexpected reactions.

“I forget to eat?” he asked softly, wanting to leave this way to serious mood.

Seifer gave a soft grin.

“Yes, more often than not,” Seifer agreed.

*****

There was an odd subdued and quiet atmosphere hovering over the police station. Most of it oozed from the department at floor two. People slipped out of the department on an early lunch or at some sudden errand they had to attend. Irvine wished he could slip away like most of them, not sit there listening to the two titans blowing the windows again.

“Whoa…”

“What’s going on?”

He overheard two newbies whisper to each other. As if it wasn’t audible what was going on.

“I don’t know.”

“Is he getting fired?”

They continued while slowly edging away from the captains office. Irvine sardonically wondered why they bothered closing the door at such times as these. He also wondered if the two men had taken singing lessons to earn such booming voices. Irvine crossed his ankles and studied Almasy and the captain through the windows into the office. The captain always managed to get a red hot color while Seifer just got that agonized blush, it was the green eyes that was the high tale sign of his rage.

“Should we go in there?” Zell asked worriedly.

Irvine made a dry chuckle.

“Into that? No way. Not even at gunpoint,” he said.

It was true the two of them often was the meddler between the two men and quite often managed to keep the temper down, but not this time. This time was unusual.

“Why’s he making such a deal of it? It’s not like it’ll be for long anyway,” Zell muttered and started jumping at the spot.

Irvine was to answer but a sudden louder outburst from the captains office made him wait until it was over so he didn’t need to shout to be heard.

“Why? Can you seriously see Seifer in a safety house?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Zell shrugged. This child murderer case had flipped over and the killer had suddenly targeted the blond. Which Irvine knew had been Seifer’s goal since starting on the case. Except, this killer had proved to be ex-military, not your usual criminal. Irvine was sure that Seifer could take care of even an elite trained soldier, the captain or the board didn’t. Protocol said the blond was to be put in safety house and off the case.

Maybe Seifer would have accepted it had he been the only one targeted, but the killer had threatened the people around the blond too. The police knew of the threats to Almasy’s team, among them Zell and Irvine. Kinneas was rather sure there had been more threats. Maybe to friends outside the work. At which he snorted to himself. Anyone stupid enough to go after a friend of Seifer’s deserved what they got.

It wasn’t so much the wrath of the blond as the lethalness of those friends. Though, Irvine himself was a little unnerved at being threatened. He sure as hell couldn’t handle an ex-military in close quarters. Still, nothing had happened to any of them. Almasy was too good to let his target get distracted from himself. This tactic was also something at continued… discussion between the two men.

“I still don’t understand why he’s so upset. Just follow order and this will be over in a couple weeks,” Zell muttered and turned away from the renewed shouting between the captain and officer.

“It’s not like any of us can’t handle ourselves and the shrink said that Seifer is still the one most in danger,” Dincht continued with a confused expression.

Kinneas eyed the tattooed man. He could guess the reasons. Not all of Seifer’s friends were able to handle themselves in front of an elite military killer. He wondered if maybe that kid had been threatened. Almasy sure was protective enough to blow up if the brunet was endangered. It disturbed Kinneas. That the youth had such affects on the blond, even if no one of them was conscious of it.

Irvine was to confer with Zell when what he feared most happened. Seifer plucked the badge of his chest and threw it at the desk so hard it bounced a meter up and then off to the side. Then he stormed out. Zell swirled on his heels and Irvine rose with a slight feeling of panic.

“Almasy! You leave this building you’ll never set foot in one Hyne damn station ever again!!” the captain roared.

The blond gave the man the finger over his shoulder.

“Fuck you too!” he roared.

“Seifer?” Irvine breathed.

“Hey man…” Zell cautioned.

Seifer snarled at them and the martial artist had to jump out of the way before being trampled down. Stubborn son of a bitch, the sniper thought angrily. The office doors were slammed open hard enough to break the glass in one of them.

“Seifer!” Zell called and dashed after the irate man.

Irvine cursed silently, feeling panicked at the suddenness of this. He threw an apologetic glance at the captain before following in the steps of the two others.

“You aid him you can as well leave your fucking badge here Kinneas!” the captain roared.

“Aye sir,” the sniper called over his shoulder without stopping to do so.

It was obvious where the man had walked. Along the corridors stood officers and personnel staring in one direction, some of them whispering to each other but everyone having that wide eyed mouth agape expression. Damn fool. What was he thinking? Was he thinking at all? Irvine doubted the man was capable to think straight when being in such a rage.

He started jogging once down in the garage. He saw Zell dodging the heels of the man but thankfully the martial artist wasn’t trying to talk sense to the beast. Irvine slowed his pace once having them in sight. He didn’t ever admit it out aloud, but Seifer in a snitch made him nervous and he rather stayed away. He was close enough to see Zell snatch the car keys from the man’s hand. It earned the martial artist a roar worthy a bear. Irvine sucked in air sharply as it looked like the man would seriously jump the lithe blond.

“Just listen, Almasy. You’re in no condition to be driving anything anywhere,” Zell reasoned while holding a ready position.

Irvine chewed the inside of his cheek while wondering if this would be the time Seifer actually hit one of them. With a snarling roar, Seifer swirled around and slammed his fist in his car. Repeatedly. Irvine embarrassingly jumped at the violent outburst and crossed his arms over his chest to hide the reaction. Zell didn’t even flinch.

The irate man stood leaned at the car then, breathing deeply and seemingly making an effort to get back some control. Irvine didn’t relax until Seifer’s shoulders did and Zell started tossing the keys in the air as if it was a ball he was juggling with. Irvine had to admit that it was a long, long very comfortable time ago since Seifer last had been in such a rage. This had been more common when he had been younger and, Irvine thought sourly, most of those times Irvine had made himself scarce.

He slowly approached as the blond seemed almost normal again. Still, no one said anything, they both waited for the next step. Finally Seifer did straighten and turn. Irvine felt the last knot in his stomach unwind as it was clear the bad temper had been subdued. Not that it wasn’t brewing under the surface.

“Zell, you go to club Torama, Irvine you go to Senu and get him and his sister. Meet me at the Remmi’s Shack down highway 46 in 50 minutes,” the blond ordered.

Irvine ground his teeth. There was no arguing that order, even if he wanted. Not with the kind of gaze in green eyes or the tone of his voice.

“Torama? What am I gonna do there?” Zell asked perplexed.

“You’ll look after Leonhart, don’t make him notice you,” Seifer explained shortly.

That made Irvine arch an eyebrow. So the brunet had been threatened?

“Seifer…” he started but and averted his eyes at the sharp gaze he got.

“Maybe we ought to do this the right way? If Leonhart has been threatened he ought to have police protection,” Irvine ventured after a prolonged silence.

“And Zell isn’t?” Seifer growled.

Irvine shrugged and locked away again. He had argued what he reasonably dared to.

“50 minutes sharp,” he growled before getting his keys and entering his car.

*****

The Torama was much like any other club with the exception that it had a more elaborated dining service too. Zell thought that it was a rather good place, obviously as legal as it could get. There was no obvious drug business, Zell had the impression the owner dissuaded it. The guards were proper people, thugs yes, but still professional. He had to flash a cop ID to get inside. Zell sort of didn’t blame them what with the miles long queue outside.

The lithe blonde easily made his way through the crowds. He had no qualms with tight spaces or crowds or people towering above him. Zell was a city boy at heart and enjoy the fast pace of a beast like Galbadia.

The cop made his way to the side of the bar, opposite the staff doors. It was impossible to keep someone in sight in a club like this, but since Leonhart was a waiter, he frequently returned to the bar. Zell followed the brunet as this made his way through the crowds to this or that table. It had taken a moment for the martial artist to remember the youth’s first name though he ought to have remembered such an odd name as “Squall”.

During the hours that past Zell learned a good deal of the structure of the club. There was the head chief that stood behind the bar. He ordered around the waiters and seemed to have some power over the guards. Then there was the chief of the guards that never seemed to be in one place more than a few minutes, though Zell soon made out the pattern he moved in. There was a couple more guards, one always stationed at the doors and another never far away.

After enough hours of surveillance, Zell came to the conclusion that this was not a likely place for an attack. Too crowded, too good guards and Leonhart wasn’t half as flimsy as the other waiters. Zell hadn’t seen him take one sip of anything while the other workers often finished half full abandoned glasses. He also, the blond noted approvingly, easily discouraged any advances of any kind.

Zell didn’t stay put in one place the whole time and also learned the layout of the place. He didn’t quite know when Squall’s shift ended, but Hyne, he wanted it to now. Dincht was the first to admit that he lost interest way too quickly. Playing the bodyguard wasn’t his thing. The cop made a detour for the toilets before returning to the masses soon after. Exiting the short corridor to the toilets, he as good as walked straight into another body.

The blond had a feeling of being doused with a bucket of ice water when looking up and meeting shining blue-grey eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before Zell quickly grinned.

“Well, hello? Don’t I know you?” he grinned and shouted over the music.

Squall narrowed his eyes a fraction and Zell wanted to kick himself. He didn’t know why Seifer didn’t want Squall to know of Zell’s presence, but there had to be a reason.

“Why are you here? You’ve been staring at me the whole night,” Squall said sharply, oddly clear in the loud noises without raising his voice much.

The cop felt like he’d been slapped silly. The whole evening? Squall had noticed him so soon? Dincht made a grimace. What now? He shrugged and gave a wolfish smile.

“So? You’re hot,” he said offhandedly.

He could almost feel sweat break out as grey-blue eyes narrowed a fraction more and something poisonous entered them. Hyne, was he something more than Seifer had told them? Like, lethally more?

“You’re one of Seifer’s ‘friends’, a cop,” he stated.

Somehow he managed to make himself heard without shouting. Busted. Zell shifted on his feet. There was something he had never really managed to pull off, that was lying straight to man’s face when the person obviously knew the truth. Apparently tired or disgusted with him, Squall gave him a last searing gaze before turning on his heel for the staff room. Zell quickly followed him and forgot the attentive state of the guards. The big burly man that was the head of the guard put a hand in his chest and shook his head in warning.

Exasperated, Zell flashed his ID. The guard held it steady far too long and gave Zell one of those “I still don’t believe you” looks. But the cop was let through. It was a sort of blessing to enter the staff dressing room. The walls had to be sound proof because the noises diminished to almost nothing. Squall was in the middle of redressing and Zell courtesy looked away.

“Look, Seifer sent me. A case have sort of spiraled out of control and you among others has been threatened. I’m here as protection,” he explained.

Hadn’t it just been simpler if he had been allowed to tell the boy directly? Why all this fuss?

“Why aren’t I in a safe house or at a station then?” the brunet said darkly.

He didn’t believe Zell, that much was obvious. Still he recognized Zell as one of Seifer’s companions… It confused the cop. Usually having a mutual connection eased the tension between people. He shrugged.

“Seifer’s orders,” he answered since it was the truth.

Leonhart had redressed and was tying heavy boots. Seemingly ignoring Zell, the youth took jacket and helmet before going for the exit.

“I’m have to follow you, you know?” Dincht explained.

He got such a glare from over one shoulder that he shivered. Man, who was stupid enough to do anything to this guy? How in Hyne did Seifer manage when Zell couldn’t even get close? Even more so as Zell didn’t have any lewd plans in mind. Squall continued out the door and the cop had to follow.

It was dark in the alley, and only the streetlamps shining in metal revealed the parked cars and motorcycle.

“Look, I’m serious here. I have to follow you with or without your permission,” he continued.

For some reason he really didn’t want to upset the brunet more than necessary.

“Does it look like I’m stopping you?” Leonhart growled.

Zell got a final glare before those icy eyes were covered by the helmet. As the bike roared off, he sighed and jogged back to his car.

*****

He was angry. Almost furious. He couldn’t quite understand it, the anger hurt more than it should and he refused to analyze where the anger came from. Squall speed home by some detours. Not to try and shake this cop off of him, just to vent the anger.

The tattooed cop didn’t try to look as if he wasn’t following Squall anymore. The brunet did think he had lost him on the highway, but as he turned up his street, the cop was parked outside the apartment building. The furious anger was back as he parked Gilgamesh.

Damn arrogant bastard. What was he planning this time? Did he think Squall would fall for such a lousy trick? If the bastard wanted a threesome he could damn well ask Squall’s consent first. At least once.

The cop waved a hand at him as he past, Squall ignored him. The door didn’t close behind him in the building and he easily heard the second pair of footsteps behind him. Forget it. He wasn’t letting the nuisance into his apartment.

“I’ll be here, you just shout if it’s anything,” the cop said as Squall shut the door in his face, harder than intended.

His hands felt shaky, his heart was still rushing with anger and adrenaline. Betrayal. That was it. Now he recognized it. Squall discarded his jacket and clothes and helmed. He cursed as he dropped the precious head protection harder than necessary.

He checked it for damage, but it was more durable than that. Squall followed his routines. Showered, dressed down and then made something to eat. His stomach was too hard a knot and he still tasted acid in the back of his throat so he put the sandwich in the fridge instead.

No way could he sleep like this, even if it had been a long day and was close to the middle of the night. He sat down to sketch, but the paper stayed blank. With a disgusted sound he put it aside and paced the apartment instead.

Case gone wrong. Right. Even if that was true, why by all people would he be dragged into it? He sat down at his bed and tugged at his hair. The furious anger started to subside to that burning knot. Silly. Why would he feel betrayed just because Seifer was being Seifer? See? He should have cut this thing off after that… night. It all had gotten out of hand.

It was close to dawn as his door bell was rung. He stared bleary eyed at it. He was of a mind to not answer it. Then it was hit in the familiar melody, though not very aggressive. Squall tapped his foot on the floor. If he opened that door he was at the cop’s mercy. He had learned that if the insufferable man wanted something badly enough, he’d get it. He had also learned that too many times Squall too easily yielded.

The door was knocked softly. The brunet made a growl and strode to the locked door. Fine, one last little game, then he’d never ever open the bloody door again. Squall yanked it open, expecting the leering man, but the tall cop just calmly looked down at him. Didn’t make him miss the other cop somewhere to the left. He glared.

“Will you let me in?” Almasy asked softly.

Squall hated it. He had no right to use such a tone or such a body language or such an expression. Especially not when dressed in those odd grey trench-coat clothes. The brunet crossed his arms over his chest. He must have looked to the tattooed man too long, because Seifer shifted and looked over his shoulder.

“Beat it, Dincht,” he said shortly.

The other cop made a shrug and obediently trotted off. It did, Squall had to admit, surprise him enough to throw him off track. Seifer leaned at the door frame and gave him an arched eyebrow. The youth made a noise and turned on his heel, leaving the door wide open. It was so unfair.

The door clicked softly behind him. The subdued air and low demeanor of the cop made Squall control his own temper. How could he start ranting at the man when the blasted idiot wasn’t acting according to character? Seifer was taking of the coat and shoes, a heavy metal sound made Squall turn around. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of a sword.

No, a gunblade. It was far larger than Squall thought it would be and quite… impressive in reality. Seifer leaned it against the wall with great care. It felt strange to have a weapon in his apartment. Or see the cop come armed. He had never really come with full attire. Just that one time. As the blond approached, Squall straightened and crossed his arms over his chest again.

“What was all that about?” he growled.

“Zell didn’t explain?” Seifer asked with an arched eyebrow.

Squall put a hand in the wide chest as large hands made to grab his hips. They grabbed him anyway but not as firm as they could.

“Of course he did, what did you think? That I’d happily invite the both of you?” he growled.

Green eyes stared at him in an expressionless stare long enough that Squall started to squirm. Then the bastard chuckled.

“You’re such a piece of work, you know that?” he chuckled.

Squall twisted away from the attempted kiss, however, strong hands kept him from running away.

“What did you expect? I’m not an idiot,” Squall hissed.

Soft lips attacked his ear instead and as teeth were applied, he hissed again and twisted away from the sharp things.

“Were you hoping for some threesome fun?” Seifer smirked as he circled one arm around Squall’s back.

The youth ground his teeth hard and glared. Don’t dare to play with him. Not about this sort of thing. Apparently something got through because the mischief in green eyes disappeared. The bastard had the audacity to then smile softly. Softly. Like that caring. Like… Squall hissed and struggled to be free. He didn’t want that look in green eyes. He didn’t want this. He wanted to break this thing. Strong arms just hugged him closer in his struggle.

“Let go off me,” the youth growled and twisted more sharply.

“No,” the cop easily answered.

“Let the fuck go of me!” Squall shouted then and slammed his heel down on unaware toes.

The blond hissed and the loosened grip was enough for Squall to struggle free and get some distance. He had barely turned around before the man was approaching him again.

“I’m not some damn plaything,” Squall growled.

Against better judgment he backed into the window as the cop kept coming closer. Large hands rested at each side of him. Stop looking at him that way. It was too unnerving.

“Zell didn’t lie. Some nutcase thought it to be a good idea to come after me and my associates instead of mutilating and killing small children,” Almasy said calmly.

Squall stared into green eyes, there was no lie there. So what if it had been true? How would Squall know? How could he not suspect something fishy with Seifer involved? Though Squall did remember something mentioned about an annoying case the cop had worked on for a while now. He hated to think that he had ignored facts just so he could believe what he wanted. The youth hated the queasy feeling in his stomach or the weakness in his legs and arms.

“I said nothing will change. We’ll just take this one day at a time,” Almasy said lowly.

Squall made a snort and looked away. He hated how the man always seemed to find the core of a matter. He hated even more how he let things get to him. It wasn’t like anything had been said out aloud. Still, what was happening was so very much more than it had ever been with, for example, Nida. He flinched as roughened fingers stroked his jaw line.

“You’re just tired, no food or sleep tends to make a person edgy,” Seifer murmured simply.

Squall started to argue but a finger was put to his mouth.

“If you try to make me believe you’ve eaten and slept you’re in for a royal spanking,” the cop said with a smirk.

Squall glared. See. Bastard, turning 180 degrees in a split second. From something human to a bastard. The brunet pushed free from the window.

“Then you better not expect I’m up for any of your insatiable lust,” he snorted when going for the bed.

The cop chuckled. Squall could hear him undress as he himself did. It was so oddly right to have the man there. As if the simple presence of him made Squall realize his fatigue and when down under the covers, his body ached in a bone-weary way.

“I’ll just take what I want in the morning,” Seifer said simply as he joined the brunet.

Squall gave a warning glare over his shoulder. He was kissed then. Deep and absolute and he gave a sigh in it as something finally let go in the middle of his stomach. A callous hand traveled his chest down his abdomen to his briefs. Squall caught the hand and squeezed hard enough to at least verge in pain. Amused but obediently, Seifer returned the hand to Squall’s chest.

There was no way to stop the man from pressing close or wrapping the thick arm around him, and Squall didn’t really mind.

“You ever held a gun?” the cop murmured and Squall was dragged away from the verge of sleep.

“No, what kind of stupid question is that?” he muttered.

He felt a shrug.

“You want too?”

“No, shut up and sleep or I’ll throw you out,” Squall growled and buried deeper in the bed.

Seifer chuckled and renewed his hold before settling down himself.

“Never even thought about it?”

Squall made a growl.


Author’s Note:
I had sorta planed something else, like steamy lemon else, for the end. But it just didn’t fit if you count the time of night/dawn in and stuff. Anyway.

I’ve come to the uneasy conclusion that there will probably be a sequel to this one. That will, however be the end of the saga.
The third installment will also be very much plot and less lemon than in this.

However… I could try and change the storyline so there will be no sequel. Anyone up for a sequel?