To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: bdsm, kitchen kink...
Notes: I’m very moved by your response, my good readers. There’ll be another 7-8 chapters and then there’ll be a sequel.
Hopefully I’ll get these chapters done post hast ;)


43

“If you make the line this way…” the artesian demonstrated what she meant on the paper,” you’ll get a completely different meaning to the picture, do you see?”

Squall nodded as he made notes in his block and at the same time tried studying what the woman did. They were in a classroom in Quistis’s school. A much easier environment to deal with since the room was stocked ceiling high with material for artists. The air was heavy of fresh paint and drying paint. He could discern the strong smell of negative fluids for copying photonegatives. Adjacent to the classroom was a darkroom for copying photonegatives. The water bath for the last cleaning was in this room so the students could walk out in light and see how the copy came out.

Squall finished copying what the blonde had drawn and then looked up expectantly. The business woman was dressed in a dark blue dress that hugged her forms tightly. She wore high heels, as always, easy mace-up and still had that business air around her. An outsider looking in would probably think it was some kind of joke what with her surrounded by the chaotic mess of an artist classroom.

She was frowning at the paper in the way that told Squall she was thinking out the best way to explain something. Knowing it could take time, he went through his notes to be sure he had taken proper such so he would remember properly. As he finished with that, Quistis was still deep in thought so Squall gazed out of the windows. The sun was shining brightly and a tree close by had sprouted fresh green leafs. The youth felt somewhat edgy to finish the lesson already.

It wasn’t that it was boring, it just took concentration and work and stuff and they had been at it the whole day. It wasn’t, Squall assured himself, that the cop would pick him up after the day either. He wasn’t anxiously waiting for that like some girl.
As he looked up again Quistis had crooked her head and was smiling softly, as if she knew a secret. Squall had to look away from the strange gaze and shifted under her blue eyes. What was going on? Why was she watching him like that? It made him feel terribly self-conscious and embarrassed of all things. She couldn’t read his mind, right?

“What?” he asked when he couldn’t take the silence any longer.

Her smile broadened and she put a musing finger to her chin.

“I don’t know. Something’s different. Has something happened recently?” she said amusedly and sat down beside him.

The brunet shrugged. Quistis sipped the coffee and watched him over the rim of the mug. He looked different? What different? What was different? He had the same clothes he had had last time they met. Nothing really special had happened…

“Have you met someone? A girl someone?” she asked softly.

The youth stilled at that and had to stare into blue eyes to understand what she was getting at. When he still didn’t get it he shrugged and shifted.

“No,” he clarified sounding slightly confused.

Trepe looked as if she didn’t believe him but had a certain smug expression.

“No one at all?”

He shook his head. Why would he look different if he met a girl?

“You just… look like someone that has someone sharing his bed,” she smiled and her soft tone still managed to make him blush as he realized what she was getting at.

The youth looked away. Was it so visible that he lacked too many hours of sleep that week?

“I’ve just been sleeping bad,” he excused and the heat in his face just grew hotter at the silly excuse.

Quistis made a soft chuckle.

“Yes, I can imagine. So what’s her name?” she pried.

Hadn’t they had this conversation once already? He was sure he had told her about Seifer and they having… a fuck buddy relationship. Then again, that had changed. Was that the change she saw? And just what change was that? Seifer said nothing would change, not really. And it hadn’t… really. Except that the cop seemed to have made it his permanent sleeping place. It wasn’t as annoying as the brunet would have thought, a little taxing maybe.

“Come now Squall, I recognize love when I see it,” Quistis said charmingly, apparently besotted in the idea.

Squall made a small smirk and was to shrug off her comment as nonsense as the embarrassment swapped to full-blown gut wrenching panic. Quistis straightened and her amusement disappeared as she took in his change.

“What’s wrong?” she asked before he could school himself back in control.

Love? Was she out of her mind? No one had talked about that. Where in Hyne’s name did she get that from? Don’t panic, that wasn’t something you could just “see” on a person. And it wasn’t really what it was, right? Still he couldn’t calm himself down or put up any decent mask for her, so he looked away instead. Love. He snorted to himself. Silly, what was she going on about? He avoided her eyes as it got to difficult to keep looking into them. The brunet waved away the issue and hoped she would drop the subject, but Quistis being Quistis leaned closer and peered worriedly into his eyes.

“Don’t try that on me Squall, what’s wrong. You look pale,” she said sternly.

What was it about blonds? Did they have some kind of stubborn-gene? Her eyes narrowed and that was as bad as when Seifer gave him that “look”.

“Is it that man from before? Is he causing trouble for you?” she asked without hiding her vehemence.

The brunet blinked. Was she talking about the cop? Why was she having such a dark look? Did they know each other? Trepe reached for his hand and squeezed it.

“If he is hurting you Squall, we can fix that. Just tell me and he’ll never trouble you again,” she promised.

Squall blinked and the absurdity made him shake out of the panic. He arched an eyebrow. Wherever did she get such an idea from? What hurting or trouble? Like abusing? Like rape? The thought made him withdraw his hand and stare coolly at her. He noted that it surprised her.

“Who are you talking about?” he asked instead.

“This Almasy character of course. You mentioned you two were involved,” she said as a matter of fact.

“And you’d think someone like him could hurt me, how?” Squall asked incredulously.

Quistis gave him a meaningful look as if it was obvious but Squall kept staring at her until she made a frustrated noise.

“Guess you’re right, but still, it’s not… that man you’re still seeing?” she prompted.

Squall pressed his lips together. He wanted to snap at her that it either wasn’t her business and what if? The need for such heated reaction kept him quiet. She made a sigh and leaned back, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s not really my place to say but you surely could do better. Those kinds of men like this Seifer Almasy just means trouble,” she said carefully.

Squall narrowed his eyes at her. What kind of men? Bastard, intruding cops in general or just bastard blonds with too big egos? And she was right, it wasn’t her place. The youth ground his back teeth hard. He very much wanted to ignore this and walk away but he owed her a lot.

“You know him?” he asked instead and regretted the coldness in his own voice.

“No, but I don’t have too. I know the kind,” she said softly.

A kind of tone that encouraged conversation instead of an argument. Squall kept silent again. He looked away from her concerned eyes. She was just worried… like Teo. Seriously, was Squall that bad a judge of character? He knew what the blond was capable of, but he was still a cop right? Seriously, why was they so worried? He might be a bastard but not that much of one?

“I… could be wrong. Has happened before…” Trepe ventured and he looked back at her.

She studied him over the rim of her glasses.

“But you’re careful, right? You know you can come to me for anything?” she prodded hopefully.

Squall nodded. She gave a smile and rose.

“So, let’s wrap up for today ok?”

Squall was grateful to leave the subject and the classroom.

*****

The cop did pick him up, and dropped him off. Much to Squall’s surprise and, even if he didn’t admit it, disappointment the man had to return to work. It had taken him at least half an hour to convince himself that it didn’t matter. That he wasn’t that desperate or disappointed that it made his shoulders sag. Instead Squall started thinking about the lesson, which indivertibly made him think of the conversation and then the cop. Back to square one.

Still he couldn’t leave the mind loop and was subsequently mulling over the whole thing while making dinner. Two weeks now since that night. Truly not much had changed. Sheepishly the brunet glanced at a magazine full of houses, apartments and whatnot. If you didn’t count the blond’s increased nagging over Squall’s accommodations. The youth could… agree that there were some finer places that were in his range of price. If he cut down on his living expenses and started sucking on every gil again like before his part time nightwork.

Squall made a frustrated noise and stirred the soup. He didn’t want to move. However bad this place was, it was his home. The last thing to stay firm around him. Hyne, the whole world was going crazy; could he at least keep some modicum of equilibrium around him? He didn’t want to admit that all changes made him weak in his knees and his stomach went from knotting to rolling. Changing apartment would just be too much. Though Squall didn’t tell the infuriating blond that.

The soup was as boiled as it could be, Squall guessed, so he took it off the heat and made the table. He hesitated as he was on his way to make it for two out of habit. He glanced at the watch on the wall then pressed his lips together in irritation. If the idiot didn’t have the sense to come around on decent hours he could as well make his own damn food. Squall resolutely only took out a plate for himself. It was not, he told himself sternly as he sat down to eat, disappointed irritation that growled in his chest.

Why ever would he be disappointed that the cop wasn’t around? Wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before. The blond showed up late often enough for it to be expected, right? Squall started flipping through the magazines to concentrate on something else.

It would be… nice to live in an apartment where the floor wasn’t creaking, the wallpapers were still whole, the heat worked, you could shower in hot water for more than fifteen minutes and foremost, where the landlord wasn’t some sleazy prick. Hyne, just changing landlord would sway Squall half way. He pushed it away, he wasn’t going to move. Without being able to stop it he glanced at the watch again and made a frustrated noise at himself.

Hyne damn, he was not eagerly waiting for the man! Having lost his appetite he threw away half his portion which, he noted sardonically, he never would have done with the cop present. Squall washed up the dishes before settling down to paint.

Fortunately he already had one going so he could just continue, he doubted he could have come up with anything else. Still he couldn’t concentrate fully. Love. He snorted. Just some stupid, silly, girl-dream. There was no such thing as love. There was affection. Loyalty. Partnership. Friendship. But he seriously doubted the existence of such a fictional thing as love.

He could, Squall grudgingly admitted, agree to a strong feeling of loyalty and liking of the cop. He would mourn the loss of the man he guessed. The incident with the hospital visit had proved as much. But he would mourn Teo’s death too, or Quistis’s still he wasn’t sleeping with them like he did with Seifer. So where did that land him?

When the doorbell rang, about an hour later, Squall was on his feet as if it being a conditioned response. He quickly scolded himself and took extra care in settling the paint and brushes before languidly making his way to the door. The cop had time to call the bell again in the meanwhile, but there didn’t seem to be any irritation in the call. Like he’d dare too considering he was the one being late.

Squall shook his head and quickly pushed down any irritation and slowly eased his chewing jaw muscles. He too had no right to be as petulant as he felt. When he did open the door he was met by that blending smirk so typical of the man. He was dressed in mundane civilian clothes that only highlighted his good features and noble appearance.

The smirk turned to a lazy grin but Squall saw past it to scrutinize the man. To try and see what others saw. Because Teo and Quistis had to see something Squall didn’t to be so concerned. Still the youth couldn’t see anything that would warrant such concern. He realized he was staring first when Seifer tilted his head in amused question. Squall hastily stepped aside and silently told the cop to come in. Hyne, the last thing he needed was for Almasy to start prodding him about inane things.

He walked to his table to try and act busy as he still couldn’t chase away his musings. A low chuckle made nerve ends prickle and he clenched his jaws hard in the surprising resurface of the bad mood. Squall squashed that fickle emotion as quick and thoroughly as he could and forced himself to keep his track of mind. About this ridicules concern.

He had always trusted the man more or less, why else would he follow a complete stranger into the woods? Sure Seifer wasn’t to be taken lightly, but he didn’t have any malevolence in him as others had. Squall knew the difference in a man enjoying to truly hurt another person and a bastard deviant like the cop. Was it because of their age difference then? Were they afraid Squall would somehow get used or abused? The brunet snorted at the ridicules idea that Seifer would be the abusive type. The type that snared a partner into some kind of emotional relationship only to start hitting his partner.

He snapped out of his reverie at the soft padding of socked feet.

“There’s food on the oven,” Squall waved a hand at the kitchen not really looking over his shoulder.

Why this sudden desire for distance? He didn’t know but the tedious irritation flared back up as the man didn’t obey and instead came over to tower over the brunet. Large hands settled at either side of him on the table and Squall soon felt the whisper of breath and lips over his neck. It sent an electric jolt from his neck straight to his groin. It was impossible to paint with such subtle caresses along his neck. It was a very sensitive area they had both discovered.

So Squall turned but had to lean back as to not knock face first into the cop who didn’t straighten. The proximity to moist, soft lips was almost as bad. Squall could feel his pulse pick up at the feathery touch of lips against lips. He suppressed a shiver as the light touch continued down his jaw line to nuzzle his ear. Still the mounting arousal was tainted by his bad mood. It made it sour.

“What are you thinking on now?” Seifer smirked through a murmur.

The soft lips continued to Squall’s throat and the youth avoided the caress. Instead he put a hand at the broad chest without succeeding in pushing the blond away. It made green eyes look up and that was even worse.

“Nothing,” he answered, sounding far testier than he had intended.

The arch of blond eyebrows was proof enough that Seifer didn’t believe him. Then the man smirked that danger promising smirk and Squall shivered.

“Go eat,” Squall growled and it made the idiot grin.

“What is spinning in that pretty head of yours?”

“Nothing!” Squall snapped exasperated.

“Really?”

Squall shoved at the man with both hands and glared.

“Really, go eat and stop bothering me, I got things to finish,” the youth growled.

The easy smirk on the blond wasn’t reassuring at all. Even less reassuring was his sudden compliance as the tall blond turned without a word. Squall crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his legs together hard while flexing his jaw muscles. He was aroused and easily recognized the tension he had had ever since the afternoon. Sexual frustration he guessed it was called. Damn it, he wasn’t some needy slut!

“You call this dinner?” Almasy groused from the kitchen.

Squall wanted to snap back at him that if it wasn’t suitable he could go somewhere else to eat. But that was childish. The cop peered out at him with a leer.

“Aw, you know, just beg me real sweetly and I’ll take care of you before my dinner,” he sniggered.

Squall growled something and grabbed a pillow from the close by bed. Seifer chuckled as he easily avoided the flung item.

“I don’t need any care from you!” Squall growled loudly but knew the moment the cop laughed that it had been the completely wrong thing to say.

Who’d ever think the silly man was dangerous anyway? Scowling, Squall got up to return the poor pillow. He saw Seifer scowling at the soup and he already had a bunch of ingredients at the counter top. It spiked the bad mood yet again and the brunet was hard pressed to subdue it. He needed to get his head straight. This was not normal.

“Get your ass back here,” Seifer called before Squall had taken more than two steps back to the bed.

Squall had the childish urge to completely ignore the blond, but something in the man’s tone made him pad over anyway after having thrown back the pillow. He stopped in the kitchen entrance and narrowed his eyes at the obviously laid out magazine with a circled notice. The brunet indulged the cop and read the notice. The same space as he currently had thought the whole place looked newly built. It was located in the middle of the city too. Squall frowned as he saw the price, then looked up at the cop.

Seifer raised both eyebrows in question and Squall just crossed his arms over his chest.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Almasy said rather sharply.

“It’s too expensive.”

“You have ridicules low standards.”

“You don’t need to come by if the place disgusts you so,” Squall snapped and turned away.

Anger boiled under his skin and not for the first time he wished the bastard gone. How could a simple man invoke such feelings in him? It was disturbing and a little insane he thought. The youth yelped as he was hefted around his midsection and bodily lifted back into the kitchen.

“Let go off me!” he growled and struggled in the strong hold.

However, wary of the boiling soup he settled down once cornered against the oven. Seifer made a disapproving sound and nibbled his ear. Squall shook his head in irritation but stood still with his fists clenching and unclenching along his sides. It wasn’t fair to so easily be maneuvered.

“Don’t be so testy,” Seifer hummed in a far too soothing tone to placate the irate youth.

The arm around his midsection shifted and the large hand stroked his abdomen. Soft lips caressed his neck and Squall shrugged to get rid of the touches since they made his whole body tense up in a confusing mix or arousal and anger.

“What do you want? Its soup, I’ve eaten,” Squall groused and stirred the boiling red stuff.

It wasn’t the first time the blond had tried to show him what to do with food, but Squall had little interest in learning and forgot most of it. Mostly he thought it was a way for the cop to molest him. The youth was turned and knew that his mood had gone too far as the green eyes had taken on a hard edge and the man demanded eye contact. The demand for such a thing was what made Squall not want to give it.

“You’re like a moody teenage-girl in the middle of her period,” Seifer said frankly and Squall glared.

A blond eye brow arched in the way that said: “told you so.”

“Is this because I had to go back to work?” Almasy grinned.

Squall pressed his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest. Maybe that was the case, like Squall would admit to such an embarrassing thing. He wasn’t needy! The infuriating man chuckled.

“Have you been waiting for daddy to fuck you all this time?” he purred and leaned close enough to make the baritone vibrate in Squall’s body.

“Don’t be ridicules, I’m not needy,” the youth growled back.

Seifer had an unnerving knowing glint in his eyes. He returned his attention to the soup and the drop of subject was even more unnerving. It couldn’t be good because he never dropped a subject. Not without some devious plan in mind. Squall stared down as the large hand stirred the boiling soup.

“See, doesn’t it look so much tastier than earlier?” the cop encouraged with a soft tone.

Squall decisively crossed his arms over his chest again and stared blankly at the reddish thing. The heat was turned off and Squall was firmly directed to a chair. He almost made a sullen pout as he automatically sat down. He glared under his bangs at the man as this took out plates and spoons. It should be illegal to be able to influent another person as much as Almasy could. It should be illegal to be as easily influenced as Squall was.

“I’ve eaten,” he pointed out even as he knew it would gain him nothing.

“That watery stuff from before?” Almasy snorted.

“It’s fully eatable.”

“No, survivable. Seriously, when are you going to learn to enhance the simple stuff in life?” the cop smirked.

Squall muttered curses under his breath but then he silently watched the cop serve them both. He did give Squall less for which Squall was happy. How could the presence of one man change so much? So what if what Quistis had said… was true?
Sure, Squall could admit even out loud that he trusted the man. Then again there was a difference of thrusting another person with your body and your emotions now, wasn’t there?

He slowly ate the very much better soup without really thinking about it, too engrossed in his day’s long mulling. He soon realized green eyes were staring at him and Squall glared up. Amusement dominated the green eyes and Squall realized they lacked that harder glint they had had when they first met. The amusement had changed from something positively sinister to something far gentler.

“Don’t stare, it’s impolite,” he said as heat started to spread under the gaze.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to get a spanking,” Seifer said softly but there was that hint in his eyes and tone that said he wasn’t joking.

Squall glared in warning, but that just made the blond leer. That was so typical, yet even such a threat was different from the first times he had heard such things. He could grudgingly confess that part of it was his own attitude. The youth refused to label it as willingness to get such treatment. It was more… acceptance. Yes, that was a good word. This new attitude didn’t change his struggle against such things. Hence his try to escape the man’s presence the moment he had finished the soup.

Maybe somewhere in his subconscious he truly wanted a conflict, he was irritable enough, because he put his dishes in the sink before turning to leave. It gave the cop opportunity to latch onto his arm and stopping his movement. Squall hissed and electricity flashed through him in angry reaction. He almost lashed out but managed to stop the instinctive reaction.

“Is it that chick that has given you weird ideas?” Seifer asked soberly while continuing eating.

“Quistis isn’t a chick,” Squall snapped and tried to yank his arm free. The fingers only tightened.

“No? Is she a transvestite?” Seifer arched an eyebrow.

“No, you know what I mean,” he growled.

Seifer pushed away his empty bowl. Squall ground his jaws and put his heels in as he was dragged closer. However, there was nothing fighting the ridicules strength the man seemed to posses and Squall was forced to either comply in straddling the man’s lap or fall on his ass. Complying with the position didn’t stop him to try and claw free, which subsequently made the deft man constrict both hands behind the youth’s back.

Squall glared once in the secure embrace, Almasy just smirked. The brunet took a deep breath to control his unreasonable temper, but it was blown to bits and pieces at the sound of the familiar metal jingle.

“You will not!” he hissed and struggled at the feel of the now far too familiar cuffs.

Seifer chuckled as he deftly managed to cuff the youth and keep from getting headbutted at the same time. Once his hands were secured, one large hand cupped his ass and the other resolutely twisted in his hair. Squall almost growled in response. Groins were ground together and it made his loins burn. The hand so firmly squeezing his ass made his heart pick up its pace. He gave a gasp as his head was forced back and a wet mouth attached itself to his throat. As sharp teeth lightly bit his jugular he gave a raspy noise and shuddered.

It was impossible to deny the arousal that started roaring in his body. Was it truly normal to be aroused by such rough foreplay? Because that was what this was, right? Wasn’t this what he had been wanting the whole day? As the hand squeezing his ass shifted and shrugged into his pants to find and rub his hole, Squall moaned. He felt his own jugular vibrate between sharp teeth and that sent an electric sensation through him.

Squall shivered as two fingers promptly pressed inside his dry entrance as far as they could in the awkward position. Their rocking made swollen cocks rub against each other and the youth was soon slightly moving his hips in rhythm. He was kissed. Deep and hard and he moaned from the satisfaction it gave him. Tongues battled and teeth only clicked once. Grey-blue met green as the large hand in his hair descended to his hip. Both hands shifted and Squall helped as his pants were pushed down his buttocks. They couldn’t go much further what with him straddling the cop.

The youth shuddered as his cock was made to bounce free. He almost gasped and jumped as it was suddenly and unexpectedly circled by one firm warm hand. It was funny how his day’s long anger so easily shifted into fueling his lust. Squall was almost trembling after only a few moments fiddling of the highly sensitized anatomy. The cop easily stroked and tugged at the length, teased the soon wet head and knew just what to do to get that little extra hardness.

Squall jumped and finally gave into a throaty moan as his anal was invaded by two slicked fingers. He jolted and nearly cried out as the angrily red cockhead was savagely rubbed. It sent electric flashes from his loins down his legs and up his torso. The fingers easily thrust in his now open anus and a third squeezed inside. Abruptly they hands left him and Squall blinked slightly dazed eyes.

“No,” he protested too late.

His t-shirt was ripped in half and the almost attack of rough thumbs at sensitive nipples made the brunet jolt and gasp. But it was more the light fingers against his ribs that made the true sensations race through him. The hands manage to make him feel small at times. When they firmly stroked his sides it made him shudder in more arousal than the simple rubbing of his nipples did.

“You either tell me what got you in a snitch or I’ll just have to make you tell me,” Seifer murmured with lips tracing Squall’s jawline.

Squall wanted to hiss in frustration. No fair. Why couldn’t the bastard just let a thing go?

“Nothing,” the youth breathed.

He had no wish to keep thinking about the confusing and very irritating matters of the day. He didn’t want to fully analyze this irrational anger he felt or if what Quistis had said held any deeper truths.

“You’re far too agitated for it to be nothing,” Seifer said and easily made a point by simply flicking his finger on the swaying cockhead.

Squall jolted and gasped at the flash it sent through him.

“It’s nothing,” he persisted.

The cooking of the handsome head said otherwise. Squall cried out at the unexpected smack to his bare buttock. He moaned at the rough squeezing and rubbing of the stinking area. A hand was put at his back and used to press him against the blond. It made him rub his cock against the hard abdomen and his bare chest against the shirt. Squall grunted at a second harsh spank. He shuddered and bit his bottom lip as the flesh was mauled and knead.

“Really?” Seifer purred and gave a third, harder, smack.

Squall did cry out again and shamefully pressed his groin against the other. Hyne, he wasn’t turned on, was he? He couldn’t have gone so far as to actually be aroused by a spanking? He gave a whining noise as two fingers easily dipped into his rosy anus and roughly thrust there.

“I’d like to take of my belt and use it, or maybe I should borrow one of yours?” Seifer purred.

“Don’t you dare!” Squall hissed.

A hand, all right, there were just so much you could do with it. But a belt, no way!

“Of course I do,” the blond smirked and the fingers withdrew so the hand could come down again.

Squall grunted at the series of spanks he received. Always the same stinging buttock with the same strength.

“I feel for tying you up and play with that naughty hole you got. Did you know carrots can be used for more than cooking?” Seifer purred as he eased the spanking to squeeze and maul the blazing flesh.

Squall almost moaned at the sensation. The carrot thing he didn’t really take heed of. Not even the cop was so devious.

“Or all those brushes you have. Think all of them will fit?” he leered as three fingers pushed inside the clenching and unclenching anal.

“Of course not!” Squall hissed to avoid moaning.

Hyne, he was so hot. It was embarrassing how hard he was. How utterly turned on and in need of that hard, warm flesh banging him silly he was. Seifer chuckled and bit an available earlobe. Squall whined from the sharp pain that only served to give him some equilibrium. For a peaceful moment his ass was finger fucked and his ear molested. It lulled him into the disillusion that the cop had left his games and intended to move on to the hot, hard core of the act.

Squall eagerly helped to stand when prompted to. As he was bent over the table he felt his length twitch in anticipation. He almost moaned as the still pant covered member pressed hard against his ass.

“You stay here like a good boy or I will use a belt, understand?” the blond purred and Squall nodded.

He was left and for a moment it felt silly staying in the position with no one present. Until he heard the man move around the apartment and heard the unmistakable sound of one of Squall’s belts. Better stay still or he’d sourly regret it. Fortunately, Seifer was soon back and belt and lube tube was placed on the table. The youth’s pants were hastily dragged down and Squall helped to step out of them. He shuddered as a large hand massaged his balls and cock from between his legs.

The firm handling made him spread his legs some more and groan. The wait had made him soften a little, but not so much that the simply touch of the man couldn’t bring it achingly back. A thumb promptly thrust in his hole and Squall stifled a moan. His ripped t-shirt was yanked down around his cuffed hands and sharp teeth bit down in his shoulder. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to hurt too much. Squall almost moaned as the mouth shifted to breathe at his neck. The thumb was making rotating, thrusting moves that had his ass gaping wide in moments. It withdrew in favor to have the still covered cock rub firmly against him.

“Someone wants to get fucked,” Almasy murmured amusedly.

Squall quickly stopped his backwards movements but he was of course already made out.

“I’m going to tie you up and then daddy will take his naughty boy on a ride,” the cop huskily murmured and Squall imagined feeling the broad chest vibrate against his back.

“Yes, fuck me hard daddy,” Squall moaned in agreement.

He got an appreciative lick to his neck before the man straightened.

“Spread your legs.”

Squall did as ordered.

“More.”

He complied and had to shift his balance over the table. A foot hooked in his and Squall hissed in surprise as his leg was shifted even wider. So wide that his weight lay fully on the table. Sharp rope circled his ankle and he arched an eyebrow at that.

“You actually brought rope?” he asked in disbelief as the cop straightened from the swift tying to the table.

“No, it’s shoelaces from those ridicules boots you have,” he chuckled.

Squall drew breath as his other leg was spread far enough for it to be tied to the other table leg.

“You unlaced my boots?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Bastard! Do you know how long it takes to lace them?” Squall hissed but only received an evil chuckle.

“Buy other boots. You know, things with zippers like any other clever woman?”

“I’m not a woman!” Squall growled and twisted on the table.

He could barely move an inch in his position and now realized the very effective way he had been tied up. No idea to protest now since he had agreed. Idiotic. He gasped as a hand smacked his so far untouched buttock. Three wet fingers twisted into his anus this time until knuckles pressed against his ass. Squall wiggled and breathed through his moans.

“No, you’re more of a boy-toy, aren’t you?” Seifer grinned.

Squall would have protested if the fingers hadn’t withdrawn and a tongue stabbed at the spread hole. Very much could be forgotten and forgiven in the lights of a rimming. Especially by such an agile tongue. Squall gave a keening moan as teeth nibbled at his anus lips and then the soft flesh was promptly sucked before the tongue yet again stabbed inside. As a hand fisted his cock Squall gasped loudly and twisted in burning arousal.

“Come on, move those hips,” Seifer encouraged.

He furthered that encouragement to close his hand slightly tighter and lick the gaping hole. Squall made a whimpering noise and tried moving hips that was very immobile from the widely spread position. Still, he managed an almost desperate hump of the tight hand. Harder and more desperate for every turn until perspiration broke out on his upper lip and he was moaning and groaning. There, there, just almost. Hyne, he could come.

Expected but still loudly protested, the blond bastard fully withdrew and rose. Squall moaned and pressed his forehead against the table. He was gasping and slightly trembling, his cock twitched and jolted between his legs. Then the evil cop put a cord around swollen balls. Squall arched and jolted and protested noisily at the tightening and circling of the probable shoelace.

“Please, not that,” he whimpered as his cock started pulsating together with his heart from the sharp restriction.

The man chuckled and two fingers easily rocked inside the slick anus.

“You can be so naïve at times. I’m surprised you actually let me tie you up. Such a good boy,” Almasy sniggered and stepped back.

Squall shuddered and tried looking over his shoulder. His stomach had tightened up in sudden apprehension. His eyes widened as he saw what he thought were a lazily swinging spatula.

“What are you planning?” he asked, now rightfully weary and realizing that complying with the bastard didn’t necessarily mean he avoided touchy subjects.

A hand towel was suddenly pressed into his mouth and secured by another shoelace.

“I told you earlier though I admit I’m improvising as we go,” Seifer said amusedly.

“And I never did get an answer for what I asked and I told you I’d make you tell me. Why are you so surprised?”

Squall easily heard the leer in the deep voice. It was too late to try and protest behind the gag, still he cursed the cunning bastard. Loudly. Fingers yet again molested his wet hole.

“Don’t worry, this will get what it want, just not right now.”

Squall only cursed in response. Then he yelped as he got a taste of the spatula. He heard the cop flick it in the air before he jolted in pain of the second spank. Still two fingers rocked in his ass.

“I’ve never actually used a spatula before, it feels real good though. What do you think?” Almasy purred as he gave a third, harder spank.

Squall howled his protest and pain and wiggled on the table. He got a series of spanks that pushed his pitch higher and higher until he was making a keening howl. Hyne, it stung and burned and he tensed up in expectation of the hits. Then the bastard shifted and the harsh smack to the earlier abused flesh made Squall jolt and cry out.

To his surprise the fingers withdrew and the cop stepped back. Not that he would object against the evil spatula being chucked out the window. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Never again would he ignore questions and think he could side track the man and absolutely never again agree to being tied up. The lube was picked up and Squall glanced over his shoulder to try and see just what that lube would be used for.

His eyes widened and he protested vehemently and loudly behind the gag. The bastard only smirked and put away the lube once done.

“Not as if it’s the first time you got a bottle up your ass,” he grinned and showed off the pet bottle once containing mineral water.

Hyne damn idiotic bastard! Squall wiggled and twisted and tested every bond he had when that sinister cop rubbed the slick neck of the bottle against the open anus. Squall made an embarrassing noise as the slim neck of the thing was promptly inserted. At least it was both empty and corked. He made a noise embarrassingly close to a moan as the damn thing just slipped deeper and deeper. It was slim enough that even the thicker part only made it strain but still he easily took it in. Then the bastard had the audacity to shift it and hit home.

Squall arched and his toes curled at the brutal, adamant rub over that spot. Hyne no, no, no, no. He protested and shook his head as the cop made his body twitch and jolt and arch as that spot was caressed and rubbed and thrust into. Then a gentle finger lightly rubbed the inflamed head of his length and Squall cried out and arched, straining against his bonds and fearing an internal explosion right where his lungs and heart was.

The stimulation was too much. Too fierce and all it had taken was a bottle and a finger. Squall sobbed in pain/pleasure as his restricted cock wept and twitched for release. The finger continued to torment the slit and head while the bottle continued to rub that spot. Too much. He was going to die. Every muscle he had tensed and quivered, every nerve tingled and burned. His toes curled until they cramped and his back arched so harshly he imagined his spine complaining.

Then it stopped. Finger and bottle withdrew and left was a trembling, gasping, sweaty mess. The bottle was gently rocked in his lose, wide open anal. Squall groaned as strength was put behind it and the bottle was pushed in deep, deep, deep.

“You almost took it all, such a school-boy slut. Want to come getting fucked by a bottle?” Almasy huskily murmured.

Squall moaned and whined as the thing was angled again to that spot. Slowly rubbing and grinding down until his breath was fast again and his body viciously shivering. Then it was pushed as deep as it was long and Hyne, it fit. He could feel his anus clench around the edges. Granted it was one of the slim, short kinds. The large warm hands firmly stroked and kneaded his buttocks.

“You took it so easily. Have you been playing behind my back?” the blond leered.

Squall cursed at him behind the gag. Which he swiftly regretted as the spatula returned with a vengeance. The brunet cried out at a second smack. The other hand drifted up along his back and pressed down between his shoulder blades.

“Let’s see how red you can get huh?”

Squall managed one angry protest, then he cried out again. It stung. It burned. It hurt. It made him curse and yell and cry and howl and the bastard just kept a steady pace of torment. Alternating between the two buttocks and thighs but never shifting pace or strength. It wasn’t needed. Squall knew the point where his skin was so sore that even a light swat would make him cry. It was the point where he started wailing and sobbing and trashing and forgot things like embarrassment.

It suddenly stopped but the hand rubbing the flaming areas didn’t make things better. Squall lay still on the table, tears slipping into his mouth and breathing ragged. Still as the other hand slipped between his legs and firmly stroked the engorged length, Squall moaned.

“Still so hard. If I released this little one, would you come if I spanked you?” the cop purred huskily.

Squall shook his head. Suddenly the bottle was gripped and rocked deeply in him.

“No? What if I fucked you with this one then?”

Squall made a sobbing protest. He could, if prompted, beg for that certainly rock hard warm flesh, but not for a bottle. It was withdrawn.

“Guess not, too small for you isn’t it?” he murmured and four fingers were pushed inside.

Squall made a high pitched noise as the palm quickly followed and then it all rocked in the slick tunnel. It strained. The fingers and palm was harder to take than the bottle had been. His noises took an octave higher as the thumb pushed for entrance. It just didn’t want to if all the blond did was rock softly as he did. Still it made the youth moan and groan in strain and arousal. His anal opened wider and wider around the knuckles and nudging thumb.

“I have something bigger, you want it?” Seifer purred just inches from Squall ear.

The youth moaned his consent. He wanted it. It was no use fighting the arousal or turn on. He had wanted it the whole day after all. The hand withdrew and Squall shivered in anticipation. He was a bit confused at the lack of zipper sounds but the sound of lube. Then he swallowed. Fisting wasn’t what he had hoped for. He whimpered in the gag, twisted and wiggled and heard the man snigger.

A long wood pin was put down in front of his eyes. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it was or where it came from. A round, smooth arm’s long pin thick like a thumb. A finger suddenly entered him and Squall made a noise as it hooked in his anus and dragged at the edges. Then a blunt object was put to the hole. Squall made a high pitched embarrassing squeal as the thing was roughly pushed inside and it stretched him maddeningly.

Slick with lube but obviously made of smooth wood with a flat tip. It spread him mercilessly to the point where he was struggling to stop the invasion and couldn’t do else than wail and shake. Way thicker than the length of the man. Not more than a few inches were pushed inside but it was enough to have him trembling and moaning. Then the thing was softly twisted and rocked.

Soft lips and sharp teeth grazed his back while the thing was worked in his anal. Adamantly but gentle enough to certainly not split him. Deeper and deeper, slowly and surely. Squall moaned with every breath, trembled with every inch. He begged behind the gag. He couldn’t take it. It felt as if his bowls was spread thin and the thing was pushing at his stomach. At a point no more wanted to enter. The thing wasn’t flexible enough and Squall’s shifted moans and whimpers and the resistance probably told the blond the fact.

Still it was rocked and twisted in his widely gaping ass. Squall grunted as it was withdrawn several inches and then pushed back in. Had he been able to he would have stood at his tip toes to avoid the adamant fucking. For every turn his hole loosened that little more, complied that little inch more until he was moaning and shivering in something else than the painful stretch.

“Want to know what is almost making you come?” Seifer huskily asked and leaned down to lick shivering shoulders.

Squall nodded and moaned at a certain deep push of the thing. He was fucked a while longer, his ass adjusting and the thing easily thrusting in his slick tunnel. Then it was pushed as deep as possible and kept there.

“A rolling pin,” the cop purred and then straightened.

Squall could hardly breathe. He couldn’t. Just couldn’t have that. No! That was impossible. Yet now he understood clearly what the thin thing in front of him was. The handle. Squall made a loud protest that died in a embarrassing squeal as his cock was suddenly and rudely freed. He almost made a cry at the merciless throb and swelling and then moaned and moaned at the breathtaking pleasure/agony. The rolling pin was rocked in him again and it just made him groan. As his length was fisted and jerked off in time with the increased thrusts he made a wail in denial.

“Want to come screaming on this thing?” Seifer purred and Squall wildly shook his head as his toes started to curl.

Thankfully the rolling pin was pushed deeply and his dick squeezed.

“You just need to tell me what had you so off and daddy will give you his big hard cock.”

The youth shuddered in arousal and apprehension. He nodded. He rather admitted to something Seifer obviously already had figured out than was brought to orgasm on a stupid bakery tool. The tool was left and his mouth released. He gagged and swallowed. Two fingers pushed into his mouth and he eagerly sucked them. Then they withdrew and the hot mouth stroked lightly over his neck and shoulders.

Squall knew what was expected but didn’t know what to say. Not until the man started twisting and rocking the tool in his traitorous body.

“You didn’t stay,” he blurted out half expecting to be laughed at.

“And?”

“I wanted you too,” Squall admitted and suddenly things felt so damn easier.

Like letting up on a too tightly drawn belt and being able to breathe again. For a while his anal was gently fucked and his shoulders marked as the blond either contemplated accepting the answer or force something else from him.

“Now what was so hard about saying that? If you feel neglected just say so,” Seifer said simply and Squall snorted.

Then he gave a gasping shout at the rude withdrawal of the rolling pin. The hole clenched hard after the huge alien thing and he felt oddly empty. He heard the high tail sound of pants being undone. The youth sighed in satisfaction when the hot flesh was rubbed between his still blazing buttocks.

“What you want boy, this?” the blond purred and rubbed a little harder.

“Yes, just fuck me,” Squall demanded.

His nerves were too frayed as it was. He’d go insane if he didn’t get back his equilibrium. The brunet made a surprised and embarrassing noise as he in one smooth move was filled. Even after the bakery tool, the member managed to strain his anal walls. Still it entered until balls pressed against him in one move and it made him shiver and give breathy moans in satisfaction. A hand came around his jaws and arched his back. Squall whined as his ear was abused.

“You took me so good, squeezing me like a welcome home hug,” Seifer murmured and rocked just slightly.

He was given a longer thrust, then heavy hips rolled against his and the lobe of his ear was tormented between teeth. The soft rocking in his slick tunnel wasn’t enough. It inflamed his lust to a point where he was twitching and trying to rock back against the big cock.

“You want daddy’s cock all you need to do is ask,” he purred and Squall responded in an indefinable noise.

“Fuck me, make me come,” he pleaded/demanded.

His answer was a complete withdrawal of the hard cock, then a full penetration followed by a sharp thrust. Squall moaned in satisfaction as the blond set a steady pace smacking his ass. Just as the pleasure started to muddle his head and reduce him to a whimpering whore, the cock withdrew and didn’t reenter.

“Seifer,” Squall whined before he realized what he did.

“Don’t worry,” was the deep growled answer.

His leg was suddenly free and once his other leg was freed Squall got help standing. As he was turned around he got a deep primal kiss. A mark of territory. A reassurance of partnership, own belonging in a way that made him writhe in lust. His buttocks was gripped and used to lift him on top of the table. Squall eagerly helped raise his legs and hook them in the crook of strong arms. He had no choice but to lean back and let himself be filled with throbbing cock again.

The blond started thrusting hard to make it smack between them. Large hands gripped slim hips as Squall was inching away from the powerful thrusts. So good. So right. So perfectly fitting in that tunnel and Squall let himself go.

“Harder, fuck me,” he groaned and got a kiss.

Then the man stopped holding back and started pounding into the willing hole. Squall gave high pitched keening moans and couldn’t get enough. He daringly urged the man on, wanting to get fucked into oblivion and getting it. The table complained under them, the wall shook as the table was banged into it repeatedly. It started sloshing and squirting around the cock slamming into the willing body.

“Like that, boy-slut? Like daddy fucking you like a hole?” the blond growled and bit Squall’s bottom lip.

“Yes, harder I’m coming,” Squall keened.

“Come on spurt like a little girl on daddy’s big cock,” the cop growled.

Squall could feel it. Just a little more. He was tensing up, squeezing the slamming length exquisitely. A few more. His toes curled up, his spine wanted to arch. A few more. He couldn’t breathe. His abdomen was rock hard. The cop groaned and marked his completion with a series of savage thrusts that broke the dam.

Squall cried out his orgasm as his balls finally shot and white ribbons sprayed over his chest. Bliss. Fierce, nerve shattering, breathtaking bliss. The kind of white, hot blaze that left nothing but darkness in the wake.


Author’s Note:
You know what I crave, right?