Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Indecent Poposition. ( Chapter 5 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Fanfiction.

 

Warnings: Swearing! (In case you hadn't noticed that by now.) And boy/boy relations (In case you hadn't worked that out by now.)

 

Disclaimer: Eoko and I do not own the FF8 characters. T_T Such a sad, sad thing. We don't even make any money off of this. Woe.

 

Author's Notes:

 

Kitty: Hey~ Eoko~

 

Eoko: Hi~ Kitty~

 

Kitty: Guess~ What~

 

Eoko: Um, you put the wrong chapter on the last chapter you uploaded?

 

Kitty: DX Hey, I wasn't going to point that out. No, that's not it!

 

Eoko: Then I dunno. XD

 

Kitty: -grab- It's footy season again!

 

Eoko: Oh gawd. Ph34r 7h3 K177y.

 

Kitty: And! And! And! We won our first match. And! And! And! We're going to see the footy next weekend! -dances about-

 

Eoko: YAY TIGERS.

 

Kitty: Also, I love this chapter .

 

Eoko: What's the title?

 

Kitty: I haven't named it yet... -falls over-

 

Eoko: GGs

 

Kitty: Shut up. I do things in order. AN's come before the part that says the chapter name.

 

Kitty: Shut up. I do things in order. AN's come before the part that says the chapter name.

 

Eoko: Okay, okay. Soooorry.

 

Kitty: I forgive you. Everyone have a happy Easter, and enjoy the chapter~

 

Chapter 5 - Indecent Proposition.

 

Zell decided he ought to go have a word to Joseph and Derek, but promised to come back as soon as possible to proposition Seifer again. The inmate waved him off, then paused just inside his cell door as it slid noisily into place behind him. Irvine lay on his back on the top bunk, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. One arm hung over the edge of the bed, the other was flung over his eyes and the end of his long braid also slipped off the edge.

 

He really was stunning. It was surprising he'd ended up an assassin and not an extravagantly paid male model. It begged the question of his history and how he'd ended up the way he had. Then again, Seifer mused, it was possible he just really enjoyed killing. The blond had seen that before.

 

“You don't fuckin' learn, do you, Blondie?” Irvine said smoothly without moving his arm.

 

“I can't help it if you're made to be fucked. By me.”

 

Irvine gave a chuckle.

 

“Funny you should mention that. You know you ain't the only one offerin'.”

 

“I bet. But unlike you, Paris, they know how things work and they know they better fucking well not touch what I want.”

 

“Shit. Next damn thing you know you'll be pissin' on me to mark your fuckin' territory, just like the big dumb mutt you are.”

 

Before Irvine even had time to yelp, Seifer had grabbed the neck of his singlet and dragged him off the top bunk. He pushed the assassin to the floor, ramming his shoulders against the lower bunk's edge and crouching threateningly over him, hand still fisted in his clothing.

 

“If you're not careful-”

 

“Listen, darlin', yer threats are gettin' really fuckin' borin'. I-”

 

Seifer's admittedly short temper finally snapped and he jerked Irvine higher by his singlet, then unceremoniously punched him. The hitman didn't make a sound and when Seifer drew back he only lifted his now bleeding nose and looked down the length of it at the blond as though looking at something smelly stuck to his boot. Seifer snarled and struck again, swearing violently when another hand intercepted his. He fought it, but he knew who's fingers were wrapped around his fist and he knew he wouldn't break the hold.

 

“Seifer!” Zell's voice growled shortly, close by his ear.

 

“Fuck off, Ink! He's got it coming to him!”

 

“Got you on a tight leash, don't he?” Irvine murmured silkily.

 

Seifer tried again to break Zell's hold and when that had no effect, he resorted to shaking Irvine by his singlet.

 

“Don't you know when to shut up?!” Zell exclaimed at Irvine.

 

“I ain't afraid of him!” the hitman screamed back. “I ain't afraid of nothin'!”

 

Zell finally dragged Seifer off when it became clear he wasn't going to let go by choice. When Zell released him, he lunged at Irvine again and the guard jumped in his way and pushed him back.

 

“Stop it, Jade. Jade! Back off! Seifer!”

 

Irvine stood, wiping blood from his nose.

 

“No, you back off, Ink! Don't fucking tell me what I can and can't do in my own damn cell. This pissant motherfucking little fish needs to know his place and just `cause he's got a damn fuckable body doesn't mean he can walk around like he's king dick and treat the rest of us like dirt! You know how it works in here! You know!”

 

“Of course I know! But he doesn't care! You could beat the shit out of him and he still wouldn't care! Can't you see it?!”

 

“He'll care when I break every bone in his trigger-finger.”

 

“Just fuckin' try it, arsewipe!” Irvine growled from where he now sat on his bunk, stemming the flow of blood from his nose with a pillowcase - Seifer's pillowcase which he'd taken while the two blonds fought over him. A bit of a turn-on really, being fought over.

 

“I'll do more than try it! And when I'm done, I'll pin you down and fuck you raw and you'll scream until you like it!”

 

“Oh, yeah, baby. That really turns me on…” Irvine said in a flat, sarcastic voice. He smirked as Seifer tried to get at him again. The man was priceless entertainment, really. He was so used to inmates bowing and scraping, so it was simple to push his buttons and the heat in his jade eyes sent shivers through Irvine's core.

 

Zell dearly wished he could take one or the other out of the situation, but his contract stated he was to follow the rules, and at the moment the rules dictated inmates had to be in their cells.

 

“Paris, shut the fuck up!” he yelled desperately. Blessedly, the assassin fell silent, grumbling wordlessly to himself.

 

“Calm down, Jade. C'mon,” Zell said lowly, gripping Seifer's singlet. “Didn't I say you were gonna have to release some of that tension, hmm? This proves it.”

 

Seifer glared at him for a long moment, then suddenly kissed him, hard and violent. Zell turned them, pushing Seifer back towards the bunks. He sat the inmate down, leaning over him with his head bare inches from the bottom of the upper bunk as he let Seifer kiss him.

 

“Oh, fuck off!” came Irvine's voice again. “You ain't gonna… Not with me right here!”

 

They ignored him and Zell's hands deftly undid Seifer's belt, then his pants before one slid inside.

 

“C'mon… Relax, Jade. You know that arse won't be yours for a long time…” Zell purred against his ear. “Let me help…”

 

Seifer just grunted, then groaned as Zell stroked gently, and subsided, relaxing back against the wall as the guard slid down to kneel between the inmate's legs.

 

“I can't fuckin' believe this…” Irvine cried and Zell smirked, tongue flicking out against the tip of Seifer's length. The taller blond hissed, golden lashes falling slightly over jade eyes.

 

“I'm bleedin' to death, y'know!”

 

They ignored him and Zell suckled gently on the tip, making Seifer groan and slightly lift his hips. He stroked his fingers through Zell's hair as the guard took him a little way into his mouth, rolled his tongue over the tip, then backed off, licking teasingly. Seifer growled and jerked Zell's head forward by way of fingers buried in his hair.

 

“Stop teasing and suck it, Ink!”

 

Zell smirked.

 

“Or just friggin' stop! Piss off!” came Irvine's snarl.

 

“Sorry, Jade, I didn't catch that… What'd you say…?”

 

“You heard what I fucking said! First you beg, now you nance around, little fuck! Quit using that mouth of yours to dribble shit and suck my cock, right now!”

 

“Yes,” Zell whispered and took Seifer deep and easily out of long practice. The taller blond moaned throatily and his hips bucked, but Zell rode it easily and swallowed around him.

 

Irvine shifted, eyes falling shut and he bit his lower lip hard. Seifer moaned again and the assassin shivered at the sound.

 

“Havin' fun?!” Irvine hissed.

 

“Fuck, yes…” Seifer groaned back.

 

“I need a new cell. Ink, tell your guard buddies I fuckin' want a new cell!”

 

“I already - fuck, Ink! - already… said that… Don't worry…” Seifer muttered, then gave another throaty groan.

 

“Good for you,” Irvine grunted, then to himself; “…Shit…” His pants were getting unbearably tight. He wished they'd hurry and finish.

 

“Ink, stop… listening to us talk and… and d-damnwell concentrate!”

 

Zell chuckled and ran his hand up Seifer's thigh, tongue lips and teeth now moving with far more purpose. Above him, Seifer growled curses and his fingers worked in Zell's hair. Higher, Irvine twisted on his bunk, trying to relieve the building ache between his legs.

 

Fuck them.

 

Fuck. Them.

 

And not in the good way, neither.

 

“Just… like that, Ink… yeah…” Seifer muttered, hips bucking mercilessly into Zell's mouth. The guard let him take what he wanted, a quick, near-violent release, and it wasn't long before the inmate gave another cry and got just that. Zell swallowed every drop gladly, even licking and suckling to make sure he didn't miss anything.

 

“Feel better?” he asked softly, doing up Seifer's pants and re-buckling his belt.

 

“Mmm…” he agreed, stroking Zell's hair absently.

 

The guard stood and leaned over Seifer again, pressing a kiss to his lips.

 

“Now you play nice, Jade. He wants to piss you off. Don't rise to the bait.”

 

Irvine shifted above them, and they both heard him make a little sound of desperation. A smirk curled Seifer's lips and Zell grinned fangily.

 

“Poor Paris's got a problem…” Seifer whispered.

 

Zell chuckled, pressed a kiss to Seifer's brow, and went to the cell door.

 

“Dincht override one, three, three, seven. Cell number sixty-seven.” The cell bleeped at them all and the bars slid open, then closed again the second Zell had stepped outside. “Remember, play nice. And write in your budding biography for Miss. Lens, okay? You know she'll be disappointed if you don't write every day.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck up…”

 

Zell laughed.

 

“Oh, I plan to. Skiddles is waiting for me.”

 

“I pity the kid, if only because you call him `Skiddles'. His name is Skid.”

 

Zell just winked over his shoulder and sauntered off, looking mightily pleased with himself. Seifer wondered how Javier felt about Zell coming back smelling and tasting of sex with another man, and then using him to release his own frustrated arousal. Then again, he reflected almost instantly, it didn't matter how Javier felt about it. He was a bitch. Zell's bitch. And a bitch's job was to lay down and look pretty. Still, Seifer thought Javier was lucky. Zell liked sex, and liked pleasing other men, so he was a good lover, and he would never hurt Javier. Some wolves (1) would.

 

“You stink of sex, shit-for-brains…” Irvine remarked from the top bunk, interrupting Seifer's musings.

 

“And you sound like you wish you did too,” the blond replied coolly, far to sated to rise to Irvine's baiting for the moment.

 

“I don't have any wish for that little turd's mouth on my cock, thanks.”

 

“Oh, you should… he's really quite good. Anyway, could be my mouth.”

 

Irvine snorted, shifting again despite the fact it was having no effect at all.

 

“As if you'd suck me off without wantin' somethin' in return…”

 

“Sure, I would.”

 

“…Really…?” Irvine wondered, and even went so far as leaning over the rail to look down at Seifer.

 

“Yeah. I'd suck you off without wanting something in return. But you'd owe me.” And he grinned.

 

Irvine threw the bloodied pillowcase at him.

 

“Prick! I fuckin' hate this place! I fuckin' need some damned chocolate!”

 

“Chocolate…?” Seifer echoed as he heard a cigarette being lit, which made him reach for his own.

 

“Yes. Chocolate. At the moment, I'd even fuckin' suck Detective Ice-Cock's ice cock for some chocolate…”

 

“It'd probably melt…” Seifer mused, then found himself snickering around his smoke at the mental image.

 

Irvine snorted and slithered off the top bunk, going over to the little sink to wash the dried blood off his face. He balanced his cigarette precariously on the edge of the steel while he worked. He hissed when he pressed gingerly at the already darkening bruise alongside his nose. Oh well. It matched the split lip and still-tender slapped area. Maybe he should stop pissing Seifer off… but fuck it was funny. And the heat of the blond's anger was a thrilling opposite to the cool of his own demeanour, he couldn't deny that.

 

His pants felt so damn tight.

 

“I swear I won't look if you got to do something about that,” Seifer said, nodding at Irvine's pants, and the assassin suddenly realised his cellmate hadn't cursed even once since Zell left. The blond blew idle smoke rings.

 

“Somethin' about what?” Irvine replied blandly, climbing back up to the top bunk.

 

He moved like a long-limbed cat, Seifer thought, then amended the comparison - he moved like a long-limbed cat with a hard-on. Poor Paris.

 

“Seriously, Paris. That's got to be painful. I won't even listen.”

 

“Seriously, Jade,” Irvine replied in a sarcastic mimicking tone. “Listenin' to you partake in bizarre mating rituals that I, like, don't even wanna damnwell think about did not turn me on.”

 

Seifer scoffed.

 

“You fucking liar!” There was the swearing again, but he was laughing through the words.

 

“No lie,” Irvine said solemnly, rubbing helplessly, and uselessly at the front of his pants.

 

“Bullshit.” Seifer's head appeared over the edge of the bunk and Irvine jerked his hand away, but the blond had seen, and he smirked. “Not turned on, huh? Lying little bastard.”

 

“Fuck off, Jade.”

 

Instead, Seifer smirked and, bracing himself with one hand, stroked the other up Irvine's thigh to cup the evident bulge, thumb rubbing gently. The assassin hissed, showing his teeth, and rolled away from Seifer, showing him his back.

 

“I said; fuck off.”

 

“Mmm…” was Seifer's only reply and his hand curled over Irvine's hip and dipped against his arousal again. “If you won't take care of this, I will. I don't want to listen to you pissing and moaning all day because you're fucking horny.”

 

“I don't need you touchin' me!” Irvine snarled, but he shuddered when Seifer reached inside his pants, having quickly undone belt and zipper. “Jade, I'm serious…”

 

“Then why don't you sound it?” the blond's mouth was hot against his ear.

 

Irvine gave another shiver, then jerked away from Seifer again, sitting up, and righting his pants, despite how his body cried out. It was ridiculous. Under any other circumstance, he'd be all over Seifer like a rash. But he hated being told what to do, unless it was a job, and everyone kept telling him to bend over and offer his arse on a silver platter to this inmate. He refused to do it, to bow to anyone's wishes but his own. Okay, yes, at the moment his wish was to bend over and offer his arse on a silver platter to this inmate, but because everyone was telling him to do that, he just wouldn't!

 

Seifer shrugged.

 

“Suit yourself,” he said flatly, and retreated to his own bunk. Irvine tried to be quiet about it, but Seifer grinned when he heard the assassin shift and sigh.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Javier looked up as Zell's voice clearly spoke the override and he stepped within their cell, a smirk curving his lips. There was no mistaking that look - he'd been with Seifer. Sometimes, when Javier thought about it too much, it hurt a little. But Zell had saved him from having a truly bad time in here, and he was grateful for that.

 

He smiled shyly at his lover, already shirtless and waiting to please. Zell came to him, hands knowing and mouth hot. He loved Javier's willingness, his eager need to please, and he had cultivated it and still was, helping the younger man learn what he needed to know, and providing protection from harsher, uncaring inmates.

 

Seifer had never wanted Javier, proclaiming him `too young' and `almost a kid', but there were plenty of men who would have taken him, and broken him, viciously and without a care for his fragility. It wasn't that he was weak, but he wasn't a hardened criminal like a lot of the inmates. They had, in fact, been surprised when he'd been put in here. His `crime' was an accident, and fear, and a first offence besides (aside from a few speeding fines), but apparently some judge at the time had wanted to make an example.

 

Poor Javier.

 

Zell stroked him gently, and made him moan then took him and afterwards, the raven-haired man curled up against his side like a faithful little puppy. The guard stroked his hair and thought about Seifer and Irvine and hoped he wouldn't find that a grease-spot on the wall was all that was left of the assassin when the cells were opened after noon lock-up.

 

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(1) Thanks to Eoko's obsessive tendencies we know that this term refers to inmates who actively seek sexual encounters with bitches. I think you can pick the wolves of this fic. *grins*