Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Tresspass. ( Chapter 2 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Fanfiction.

 

Warnings: Swearing - quite a bit. (This new word program I have keeps trying to predict my words, and it just gave me “bitchiness” as I was trying to type “bit”... Go figure.) Horny boys, the usual stuff.

 

Pairings: La la la la.

 

Disclaimer: Eoko and I do not own the FF8 characters, however we do own everyone else. So there. :P We also own the plotline. We do not make any money off this fic, but only write for our enjoyment and the enjoyment of all the hentai fans out there. XD

 

Author's Notes:

 

Kitty: How long ago did we put up the last chapter? I don't remember. Trying to do it fortnightly, but I went away last week.

 

Eoko: Well, it wouldn't be hard to check, but why do that when we can just update now?

 

Kitty: Well, exactly. Why waste time? Eoko! Take note of the date, and calculate the next update day.

 

Eoko: Right! Uh, what's fortnightly again?

 

Kitty: -_- Every two weeks.

 

Eoko: We don't use that. We say, bi-monthly? Do we? I don't know. Every two weeks it is!

 

Kitty: You say bi-monthly for every two weeks? -snerk-

 

Eoko: Well it's still right.

 

Kitty: But wouldn't that be every two months?

 

Eoko: According to Merriam-Webster dictionary, it's both. Go the English language.

 

Kitty: That makes less sense than a fortnight... O_<

 

Eoko: *shrugs*

 

Kitty: No wonder it's hard to understand our language. Oh well. At least we know all our readers know enough about it to read!

 

Eoko: Indeed! Now, we should probably let them do that!

 

Chapter 2. - Tresspass.

 

It was a short time after lunch that two guards brought Irvine Kinneas into the cell block. They weren't especially pleased with Kinley at the moment. He should have taken the inmate directly to his cell from the main office, not around the fucking complex to the yard.

 

But things couldn't be changed, so they'd located Kinneas and piled his things into his arms before marching him off to his cell. Wouldn't have done anyone any good for lock up to come only to have an inmate unable to go into his cell because they hadn't shown him where it was.

 

They stopped in front of one of the cells on the first floor, one that was obviously occupied. “Alright, Kinneas. You'll be in with Almasy.”

 

Zell peeked his head out of his open cell and stared at them before coming out and over. “You can't put him in with Jade! He'll have a fit!”

 

“Hey now, Dincht. You know we don't have any say in who goes where. Warden makes the arrangements, and he says Kinneas is in there. Nothing we can do about it.” At Zell's obvious display of displeasure the officer continued. “Ya know what? I'll mention it, alright? But it'll do just about as much good me doing it as you.”

 

Zell sighed audibly and looked over at Irvine.

 

He'd walked into the cell and promptly grabbed everything off the top bunk, tossed it unceremoniously on the bottom, then tossed his newly issued sheets and other things up on top.

 

The tattooed man stared at his actions. Alright, so he didn't know the pecking order, or who Jade was, or even how he should behave in prison… but that… just was… blatantly wrong. Even the two guards still standing there couldn't believe it.

 

The blond looked back at them and smirked. “Well, you guys be ready to handle a fuck load of shit with them then.” He snorted and walked into Seifer's cell, dismissing the guards who soon took their leave.

 

“What the fuck you doin' down there?” Irvine asked from his place on the top bunk.

 

“I'm going to fix up this bloody mess you made.” He leaned over and started making the bed and putting everything where it belonged. “You're asking for it… Waltzing in here and taking Jade's bunk.”

 

“There's two bunks, and he can bite my arse if he don't like it.”

 

Zell snorted at that. “You're gonna get yourself in shit,” he mumbled, almost more to himself, finishing up with the bed sheets. “I could help ya out, get ya settled and stuff.”

 

“And stuff, my arse. Fuck you. I can handle myself just fine. Don't need you or nobody offering me your help. Ain't gonna be your short arse's little bitch neither, so fuck off.”

 

The blond glanced up at him. He wasn't even looking down, just laying on his back, eyes focused on the ceiling. Fuck, he really was Paris. They could only hope this Paris wouldn't turn their Prison into Troy.

 

- - -

 

The annoying blond maid had blessedly left as soon as the room was tidy. Probably went running back to his master like a good little bitch to tell him what had happened. Up side, he was gone. Down side, things were fucking boring again. Prison did not suit him. At. All.

 

He swung his legs over the side of the bunk and slid off, landing gracefully on his feet with a slight bend to the knee and virtually no sound. Had to find something to pass the time.

 

Irvine walked out of his cell and looked around briefly. He caught sight of the steps to the second level and headed off, eyes set in a permanent glare and body emanating a `fuck off' vibe.

 

His natural `come hither' looks did not help him in his mission to keep potential fuckers away, but with a few snarls and stinging words he managed to make his way up to the second floor and to a nice spot against the rail to observe.

 

He wasn't stupid. He knew damn well he was making more enemies than friends at the moment, and getting on everyone's bad side. But he wasn't going to jump into the pocket of the first guy that offered. No way in hell.

 

It wouldn't be hard to find the kingpins, who had the real power inside. Those were the people to ally with. Not some horny arse fag. Last thing he needed was being a bitch, and then getting whored around because his guy'd been so low on the ladder.

 

Irvine lifted one hand to cup his cheek while he watched the men below. It was a little sad how there were “cliques” everywhere. As plain as they were in high school, they were there in prison.

 

Men telling the stories of their crimes, what went wrong, what they'd've done different. So on and so forth. Newer blood trying to learn as much as they could for when they got out again. Crime College really.

 

And there was that annoying little blond again. He made Irvine furrow his brow. For some reason he didn't fit any of the groups he stopped to hang with. He didn't belong, but he was always welcomed. And he was nearly always smiling. What the fuck he have to smile about?

 

“Enjoying the view?” a familiar voice asked as someone joined him against the rail.

 

“Bloody brilliant, really.” He basically ignored the green-eyed blond from before. He continued to watch the annoying one. He'd headed into a cell on the opposite side of the building, making it easy for Irvine to see what was going on.

 

“You watching Ink? Didn't realize you were into his type.” Seifer's voice was casual. He hadn't yet been to his room to see what had taken place.

 

The auburn haired man scoffed and rolled his eyes. “The fuck is up with him? He don't got no place. He's everywhere. Never stays still. Annoying fucker.”

 

“I told you, don't talk shit like that about Ink. You'll have an army on your arse before lights out.”

 

Irvine curled his lips into a smirk and turned his head a little to look at the tall blond beside him. “Oh? Did I have it all wrong before? Are you his little fuck toy?”

 

Seifer glared daggers at him. The guy should be on his knees, asking forgiveness for previous indiscretions in obvious ways. Instead he was quickly making his way up the list of his least favorite people. “Watch your fucking tongue, or it's gonna get ripped out.” His voice had a certain bite in it that hinted at how serious that statement was. “Ink's different. You treat him right, like everyone else.”

 

“He that important?” Irvine inquired, more shocked than anything, but still interested.

 

The blond chuckled. “Could say that. He's a guard.”

 

“Was a guard, you mean,” the more slender of the two said, as if stating a fact.

 

“I mean what I said. He's a guard.”

 

“Don't look like no fuckin' guard I've ever seen.” He looked back to the blond on the ground floor and lifted a brow at him, as if inspecting an ant. “Besides. If he's a guard how come he ain't dead yet?”

 

Seifer rubbed at his temples. “Sometimes I hate fish. Okay, Paris, let me explain, briefly. You wanna know more, ask him. Ink's in here for work. He lives in here, he eats in here. Aside from his rounds and some sad piece of shit he's gotta write up each month, he is a prisoner.”

 

Irvine sneered in disgust. “Let a rat live among you. Fuckin' disgustin'.”

 

The blond promptly turned and slapped him across the face. “You fucking well listen. You know shit all about what goes on here, so shut the hell up and learn something. Ink ain't never been a rat. And he ain't ever going to be. Part of his contract. He won't fuck that up. Only stuff he ever talks to the guards about is what we let him. Otherwise he's as tight mouthed as us, lot more than some of us.”

 

Irvine stared at him for a moment before regaining his detached persona. “Still can't believe he's still alive.”

 

“He's got the head guys on his side. Besides, he's a black belt in I don't know how many disciplines and he's strong as fuck. Probably faster than you too, Paris. Do not underestimate him, and don't talk trash about him. He does good things for us.”

 

He wasn't listening anymore, not so much anyway. He was mentally kicking himself. Jade, if he'd overheard the tattooed man correctly at the gate, had said `what we tell him' which, with minimal deductive reasoning, meant that he was one of the top guys. And it looked like the guard would make a useful “friend” too.

 

“Explains why that fucker backed down when he brought me in,” he commented dryly.

 

“Captain Hardarse, fuck. He gives Ink more shit than the fish.” Seifer pushed off the rail and started off, but paused just a moment and looked over his shoulder. “You need to find yourself some allies pretty quick, or you're going to end up the victim of a gang bang or two.”

 

Irvine just snorted and rolled his eyes. But he wondered to himself; was that a warning? …or a threat?

 

- - - - - - -

 

The bell for lock up rang and everyone wandered back to their cells, in no real hurry to get there. Seifer was the first to get back to his cell to see the slight change of scenery. He didn't even have time to swear before Irvine stepped into the cell, the bars shutting behind him.

 

The blond spun and glared. “What the fuck!?”

 

“Looks like, sadly, I'm your cell mate.” Next moment he was swinging himself up onto the top bunk and staring at the ceiling.

 

“I can't have a fucking cell mate! I'm Seifer fucking Almasy!” Oh… he was pissed. He didn't use his own name like that unless he really wanted to make a point.

 

“Almasy?” Irvine queried, brows furrowed in thought, then relaxing with a shrug. “Never heard of him.”

 

“You lying fuck!” Seifer grabbed his pillow and swung it up at Irvine as hard as he could.

 

“Jade! Stop it!”

 

The blond turned from his victim to the front of his cell. Zell was there, hands curled around the bars. “He's in my cell,” he seethed.

 

“Shh, I know. Come `ere.” He motioned with one hand. He smiled when Seifer did come over. “Look, I know you're upset. I even made a snit about it when they brought him in. I'm going to see what I can do, but probably not a lot.”

 

He reached through the bars and grabbed a handful of Seifer's singlet, pulling him closer. “And plus, locked up together. Maybe he won't turn you down again.” The little blond smirked, and in no time the expression was mirrored on the older man's face. “Now, you behave yourself until dinner. I have to go finish talking to Grandpa, and the rest of the elites, which means I'll be back to see you shortly.”

 

“You already know what I want.”

 

“Yea, a cell to yourself. We'll discuss the particulars. Now, go write in your ickle journal about your pent up rage at the idea of sharing a cell.”

 

“Don't say that word, Ink. And it's not a journal. It's a budding biography.”

 

“Uh-huh. Sure. I'm going now.” He released the front of Seifer's top and turned away, heading down the hall and across to Grandpa's cell. You'd never see that man sharing a cell.

 

Irvine had inconspicuously been observing the two. Now that he was beginning to understand their place in the prison hierarchy, he could start to make a place for himself. “You and him…?”

 

“Regularly.”

 

“Wouldn't have thought you'd be the type to fuck guards.” Irvine snorted and lay back.

 

“Don't fuck guards. I fuck Ink. Another of the reason's he's well liked.”

 

“He's a whore,” was the fish's biting comment.

 

Seifer just chuckled. “A bit. Twisted little fucker too, for someone in law.” (1)

 

“Hey,” Irvine said suddenly about fifteen minutes later. “Why's he out of his cell if he's livin' like us and all that garbage?”

 

“Doing his rounds. One during morning lock up, one during afternoon. They're stupid. He talks enough to people while the cells are open. But they like him coming around. Breaks up the routine. Never sure where he's gonna go after he sees the “Elites” as he's dubbed us.”

 

“This is a fucking strange prison.”

 

“It has its moments. But rather be in here than somewhere else. Not a lot of places have a guard that knows what it's like, even to get shit from the guards like the rest of us.”

 

“S'pose you got a point.”

 

“Damn straight. I'm always right so you better fucking listen to what I got to say.”

 

“Cocky as all fuck too. Shut the hell up.”

 

“You're asking for trouble.”

 

Irvine leaned over the small rail of the top bunk. “Maybe I like trouble.”

 

- - - - - - -

 

1. I shall have you all know that at the time of writing this chapter, I, Eoko, am not only a student in the Criminology and Criminal Justice Program, but am also currently seated in the university computer lab passing the time between classes. Therefore, I am also a twisted person in law. XD