To Trust A Cop

Beta: None as of yet
Warnings: violence
Notes: This chapter is a sort of leap into the story, I think as an author. A chapter that sort of needed to be there and still just feels unnecessary ;(
Anyway, violence and idiocy warning. Don’t blame our proud lion, ‘kay?


8

The rain was pouring down relentlessly. One of those rains that was like someone had put on a shower up there, and let the water jet down in a fast, hard stream. You only needed to be outdoors under it half a second to be soaked through. And of course, the brunet would be out in it on his free afternoon.

Cursing in his mind, the youth took shelter in a bar of some sort. He didn’t mind what, only that it was an open door with warm insides. Scanning the area, he quickly wished he hadn’t set foot in it.

It was a murky rather large place with the air heavy of smoke and the murmur of many people. The middle the bar was lit with yellow lamps and the man behind it looked nothing less than a butcher. There was a billiard table in the back lit with the same yellow watering light.

Reading the sign above the bar, Squall frowned in distaste and unease. “Imo Roma”. The bar was known for its shady inhabitants. Dangerous men visited this bar and had made it their home. Squall only knew the rumours and what little he had seen of the men and women roaming around it. It was less than a block from “Torama” where he worked night shifts and where he had put his bike while promenading around before getting to work.

The youth contemplated daring the rain to take shelter in the familiar club instead, but he had already caught too many eyes. Pride made him slowly walk towards the bar. He wouldn’t turn on the spot and leave so that others though he was fleeing. He had some self value after all.

Squall could practically feel the gazes and it made him more uneasy than he showed. Sure, he was confident he could hold himself, but he wasn’t stupid. These people probably carried both guns and knives and whatever weapon they thought effective. The brunet had never held any deadly weapon. He loathed them. It was more honest and fair to use your fists.

He got the barkeepers attention when close enough. The grumpy and overweight man eyed him with bleary eyes.

“Something warm and soft.” Squall asked.

The man grunted something and set to make some drink. Squall sat down on a chair by the bar and tried not to think about the water running down his skin or pooling on the floor, or the wet hair that slowly dried and formed into a mess.

He got a steaming cup of something coffee looking. Tasting it he held a grimace. It was heavy with whatever liquid put in it. So much for the soft thing. The youth choose to leave the bar once spotting an empty table close to a window looking out the street.

Not that he saw much through it. It was smudged and draperies were put up to cover the bottom half of it. He couldn’t quite see if it rained or not but if he strained his hearing he could hear the rain pattering against the walkway.

The brunet relaxed as the time passed and no one seemed offended by his presence. More people came in. Some obviously accustomed to the place and easily melted into it. Others were like him. Seeking shelter from the rain. Though most of them were far smarter than he were, leaving the bar when recognising the patrons in it.

Squall eyed a man that was walking through the bar. Why his attention had caught to him was clear as Squall made out the man’s track. He stiffened as the figure came over to his table and sat down without asking for permission. The brunet eyed the man while trying to not pick a fight. Never knew when someone would take offense from being stared at. Not that the dark haired man didn’t stare.

He was broad shouldered. His chest was swelling in the t-shirt and his neck was thick like a bulls. Squall recognised the bodybuilding type when he saw one. The dark hair was cropped short and a dark figure on one of the swelling arms was probably a tattoo of some sort. The man grinned and it glinted of gold from one teeth.

“Never seen you before. First time here?” The man asked and Squall took his time answering while studying the other.

“It was raining.” He answered carefully.

The man grinned and nodded.

“So you’re not here for work or anything?” he asked with an insinuating tone.

Squall narrowed his eyes, heart rate picking up and adrenaline starting to boil in his stomach.

“No.” he said coldly in a try to voice his disinterest.

It only made the block lean closer. He had a mix of colour in his eyes and a scar running over his face from ear to jaw.

“A pretty thing like yourself could make some easy money.” He purred and Squall turned his most cold and deadly glare on.

It made the man lean back and grin like he was watching fire eat away on a teddy bear.

“Interested?” He leered.

“No.” Squall’s stomach was knotting.

Idiot. Damn, fucking, childish, idiot. Why did he have to act on his pride instead of just listening to his instincts? He gauged the man again as he crossed his impressive arms on the table and leaned closer again. The youth could just imagine how the rest of the brute looked like underneath the clothes. Probably just muscles and raw strength in a violence moulded body.

“Come on, you’re wet and probably freezing. Let me warm you up?” He hummed.

“No.” It was all the brunet could say while his back tensed and hands clenched the cup.

Squall knew he probably didn’t have the strength to take down the bull, just speed and intelligence. The man moved a little closer, their knees touching. Squall straightened to get away while giving the older man a disdained eye.

“You don’t walk in here looking like a lamb ready to be slaughtered without business to attend to.” He warned.

The youth frowned at being referred to as a lamb.

“I told you. I wanted away from the rain.” He said coldly and moved his knee away from the other.

It was probably a mistake to retreat from the man. It just encouraged him. His wrist was caught thought held loose enough not to hurt or restrain too much.

“There’s a nice place up the stairs. We’ll have a great time.” The man tried.

“I said no, leave me be.” Squall hissed, already tired of this.

He could yank free as he was held harder. The multi coloured eyes hardened.

“Don’t refuse me pretty. You’ll want to keep that pretty face for your boyfriend, right?” he warned and Squall gritted his teeth, seething with anger.

He yanked loose with a twist of his hand which forced the man to release him.

“Leave me, or you'll face the consequences.” He hissed and knew it to be a terrible mistake as the bull seemed to swell in anger.

“Oh? Really? Let’s see who’ll be sorry, huh?” The man hissed and reached for him.

Squall had no doubt in his mind that even if he was dragged away screaming and kicking no one would care. So he hit. Hard.

The man’s head snapped back and a red pain flared from the brunet’s knuckles. The man fell backward in the chair and toppled the thing. Squall was as good as backed into a corner with tables on both sides and the man on the floor. He was wise enough not to try and jump over the sprawled form. The bull quickly got to his feet. He wasn’t too tall.

“You’ll pay for that, pretty.” The man growled with large hands fisted tightly.

Squall didn’t let himself think. He acted from honed instincts from childhood, braced his legs and spun as the man took a swing. The fist passed his head with inches and the brunet put a knee in the open and vulnerable side of the man.

The bull hissed and Squall put an elbow in the back of the man’s head. But the man was strong and resilient to pain, or Squall was just too weak. Either way, the path to the door was open and he opted to make a run for it. Until he saw two large men standing by it with crossed arms, one leaning against the door frame. Friends, huh?

The youth ignored it and turned in time to spin around from the head on rush from the other. The man didn’t continue forward like a train but stopped and made a wide swing with his right hand. Squall crouched down and easily got under the guard. He kicked up but his kick was deflected by an arm. He was lucky enough that his foot wasn’t caught.

By the hard eyes and hunching of the body, Squall guessed he had been underestimated but that was quickly remedied. He hunched himself and fisted his hands, heart pounding in his body, breathing fast but steady, mind blank except for the flood of information that kept coming.

How the bull was still sure enough to leave gaps in his guard. Like the vulnerable spreading of legs. Take one out and you could topple him. Or that the man came at him confident Squall’s retreating and hesitation was fear instead of tactic.

The youth dodged and used his whole weight and strength to hit the elbow of the stretched arm. The bull howled in pain as Squall felt and heard the sickening crunching under his knuckles. He danced away as the man swung at him in blind pained induced rage.

The illogic attacking gave Squall the chance to dance away and dodge only to meet a fist with a kick that made fingers crunch and the man to howl again. Unbalanced and retreating, Squall attacked the man.

His fist connected with the cheekbone and made the head snap backwards again. He wasn’t stupid enough to stay around for a second hit as the man reached for him and barely missed him. Suddenly he was seized from behind and his arms wrenched up behind his back, making him whine in pain.

“Let’s settle down, pretty.” His captor hissed.

Squall hissed and stomped at the toes of the man, making him hiss and almost drop him. The brunet raised his leg to kick the vulnerable knee as he was hit, hard.

Head reeling and mouth filling with blood, he had a hard time gathering himself. The youth huffed as he was hit square in the stomach. Not hard enough to double him though. His hair was fisted and he glared at the bull that was bleeding from a split lip.

He didn’t think. He kicked out and caught fragile balls with his foot. The bull went down with eyes rolling and a pathetic whimper. Squall kicked a chin and arched his whole body as the back of his head connected with the face of his attacker.

He was released and spun to meet the third man looking menacing. This one drew knife. Squall’s breath hitched, fear gripped his stomach and still he could control it somewhat. Enough that he could take a couple steps backwards and franticly look for a weapon of some kind.

Suddenly he backed into a body and froze, certain he’d be seized again. An arm stretched over his shoulder and the dull gleam from the black gun had him hypnotized. He heard and saw the gun being cocked. The advancing man froze solid and Squall saw genuine fear in the grim face.

“That’s enough.” The man said lowly.

Squall’s heart started banging but he didn’t dare turn and show weakness in this place. Still the presence made great relief wash over him. The bull got to his feet, face still strained in pain.

“Fuck off, Seifer. His ass is mine!” The bull growled angrily but didn’t advance.

The cop chuckled and put a hand to Squall’s shoulder, squeezing the painfully hard strung muscle.

“Afraid this kitten belongs to me. If you don’t wish to end up in the hospital, I suggest you let me deal with him.” The blond confidently said.

The claim of ownership made unease settle in the men. The gun was taken away but the men retreated somewhat, looking frightened and wary.

“You better teach your damn pets to tell others who they are.” The bull growled before stalking away.

The two others lingered somewhat, torn between following their comrade out into the rain and staying.

“No hard feelings, right?” One of them ventured at last.

“Sure.” Almasy said calmly.

Squall would have given any thing to see the blond’s face, because such a calm tone couldn’t possible make the men cringe and warily retreat. Once the brutes were out, Squall quickly stepped away and looked up at the blond.

There was something hard around the green eyes and in the face, but it faded so quickly the brunet couldn’t catch the emotion. Or maybe it had only been an act. The cop smirked.

“Hyne, didn’t know you were such a fierce lion.” He smirked, eyes amused.

Squall didn’t react to the comment. Eyeing the cop he noted that he wore clothes he’d never seen. Some grey trench coat and dark pants and a vest. He looked nothing like a cop and all like the brutes he should be putting behind bars. The youth noticed the silence in the bar and gingerly looked around him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked stupidly and it made Seifer smirk.

“Why? I’m enjoying some friendly company and some good drinking. The question would be what you do here?” Almasy purred and racked him unashamed.

A man came up behind Seifer. He was not as tall as the blond and not as muscular, but there was a silent deadly ting to his movements. As if he was trained in stealthy movement and silent attack. His hair was flaming red, probably coloured, and waxed to flare backwards.

“A new pet, Seifer? What’s this, keeping secrets from ol’ buddies?” The red head pouted and eyes racked Squall’s body much like the blond.

Almasy made some grimace and eyed the shorter man as he pressed in between the two men, making Squall take a step backwards.

“Hello, I’m Senu, and what would such a lovely kitten be named?” Senu smirked with amusement as Squall ignored the out stretched hand.

Squall frowned and sudden realisation made him flustered. Everyone in the place had heard Seifer refer to him as his “pet”. He glared at the blond which made the cop arch an amused eyebrow.

“Squall.” He answered dryly.

“So what’s your profession? Some kind of thief?” The red head daringly asked.

He huffed as he was smacked really hard in the head by the cop. Seifer showed for Squall to get moving deeper into the bar.

“Don’t be unnecessary stupid.” Seifer growled and Squall followed the man through the room and past the billiard table.

The murmuring conversations started up again. The youth’s relief started to transform into wariness again. Thief? Who in their right mind thought him to be a thief? Almasy led him to a table lit by a candle. Squall didn’t recognise any of the people around it.

There were two other men and a woman. She had some dark coloured hair and daring clothes that still looked to be very efficient if she was put to a fight like the one that had just occurred.

The two other men were both in their middle age. One had a rising stomach that suggested he drank too much beer, the other seemed taken from some fancy pirate novel. Jet black hair in a high pony tail, trimmed moustache and a beard following the sharp jaws and eyes seemingly black in the fire light.

He also had strange clothing which made Squall believe him to be a foreigner. Squall refused to be herded into the box of sofas and choose to let the cop sit down first so that Squall had an escape route. Senu took a seat across the table by the girl.

“I’m just asking.” Senu pouted at the cop when out of reach.

The brunet squirmed under the scrutiny he got from the three others. He felt like a bug under a microscope.

“Who’s he?” The woman asked none to friendly.

“Told you, it’s my kitten.” Seifer murmured lazily and put an arm around Squall’s shoulders.

It made the youth snap and he put an elbow in the side of the cop hard enough to make the man huff and withdraw.

“I’m no one’s fucking pet!” He hissed angrily, gratitude over being saved quickly washing away.

Green eyes glared in warning though there was still something amused in the expression. Squall wanted to go away, but it was still raining and not time to go to work just yet.

“You should mind who you take to bed, Seifer. Some people just aren’t healthy dealing with.” The black haired man said and his voice held a melodious clang typical of some foreigner.

Looking at him, Squall saw he was teasing them both. Almasy smirked in confidence.

“Na, it’s just noise, right?” He purred and dared to circle his arm around the youth’s shoulders again.

Pride not giving Squall the option of accepting the treatment, made him instead try and elbow the blond again, which the cop prevented by moving closer and grabbing the arm. Using the hand over his shoulder to tilt his head, Squall’s mouth was seized with a demand for submission.

He hissed in the kiss but trying to fight it or squirm away was useless. Instead he opted to give in but not participate. It was enough for the difficult man who withdrew with a victorious grin.

Squall was blushing furiously and couldn’t look at the others around the table. He could feel their eyes burning at him. The other people in the bar seemed mindless of them. Had the cop some connection to those men earlier or was he just well known at the place?

Almasy was talking with his friends or whatever they where. The youth listened with half an ear when he heard himself mentioned. The cop however easily subdued any curiosity with short comments. Daring to look up, Squall met the eyes of Senu. The man smiled and leaned over the table.

“You’re pretty fast on your feet. Who taught you how to fight?” He asked curiously.

Never having been praised for fighting before, made the youth squirm in his seat. He shrugged as no answer came to mind.

“You’re a gang member? Surely you’re not a cop?” Senu continued and it made the brunet curious.

He had somehow subconsciously believed that Seifer hadn’t told these people he was a cop because he seemed to fit so well in the place among shady figures. He shook his head and a coloured red eye brow arched.

“What? Not a cop or a gang member?”

“Neither.” The youth clarified.

“What then?” Senu asked confused.

Obviously the thought of Squall being someone good natured hadn’t occurred to him.

“Stop harassing him or I’ll drag you across the table and re-mould that face of yours.” The blond suddenly growled and Senu seemed to shrink where he sat.

“Don’t speak in my place.” Squall hissed and yet again drew the attention of everyone around the table.

“If you like to get interrogated, be my guest.” The cop leered.

“Where do you work night?” The blond asked with the same breath.

Squall rolled his eyes and rose as he noted that it was time to get to said work. A little earlier than planed but he couldn’t stand the company, place or atmosphere a second longer.

“None of your business.” He answered dryly.

The blond quickly followed him when leaving even as the people around the table protested and said something about unfinished things. Outside it was still raining but it was just a light drizzle.

“Where’re you going?” The cop murmured close to him as they started out in the rain.

Squall stopped and glared.

“To work, you have no reason to follow.”

“When do you start?”

“None of your business.” The youth growled impatient.

He yelped as he was suddenly seized and hugged close in a deep almost brutal kiss. Their mouths clashed and lips bruised. The youth groaned lightly as a rock hard cock was ground into him.

“Let’s spend sometime somewhere.” The blond said with roughened voice.

The brunet’s body shivered, his heart started beating hard. Under the grinding from the other and the sure hands stroking his back and buttocks, his own member sprang to life. He was kissed again, hard and demanding and he could do nothing else than give.

The youth gripped strong arms and panted sharply for air. Water made the kiss sloppy and funny tasting. The blond groaned and ground harder into him, pressed him against the strong body. Squall moaned silently, his body responding to the other as if it had a will of its own. The brunet succeeded in breaking of.

“Stop it. I have work to do.” He said breathlessly.

The cop hummed and attacked his ear, obviously bent on having his way. Squall hissed and twisted hard. Damn it. Hadn’t he said the last time was the last time? Or had he dreamt that? Either way, more than ever he thought the blond was bad news. He shouldn’t continue to allow this.

The youth squirmed some more to get free, but hands pressed his back and that infurious mouth latched onto his throat instead. When nothing seemed to help, he punched one shoulder. It was enough to get the attention of the other. The green eyes were so dark and lust hazed, Squall almost melted at the sight.

“I have work to do.” He said again.

“Then when do you get of? Where do you work?” The man persisted.

Squall squirmed away from the embrace and was let go.

“After three.” He answered though rather unwillingly.

“Where?”

“You already know where I live, that is quite enough.” Squall said sharply but the blond only leered.

Why couldn’t he just tell the man to fuck off? That they shouldn’t see each other again? It was like the words were banned from his mouth.

“Don’t come waking me up.” He warned instead, cringing inside at how pathetic it sounded.

As the youth walked away, the cop watched him with hands in his pockets. The brunet had a hard time shrugging of the happenings. His body tingled, aroused and unwillingly so, if he had any say in it. Meeting the blond in such a place also told him to stay away from the man, he was bad business, and still his body longed to have that big thing ramming it over and over again.


Author’s Note:
The coming chapters, two to three, will be though, on my part.
So prepare for long coming updates. I’ll try my hardest to post a chapter every week, but as I said. The coming part is a teeth grinding annoyance.

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