Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Sexual Assult and Administering a Substance with Intent. ( Chapter 8 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

 

Warnings: Late updates...?

 

Disclaimer: Don't own FF8 or make money off this fic.

 

Parings: Duh.

 

Author's Notes:

 

From Eoko: You're worse than I am dammit. See what I mean about failing at it when we don't see each other daily? The poor damn fans. Anyway, tell em Ray of Hope Orphanage updated. Or, I just did. And also, any huge Selphie RPer fans, message me on AIM (Booya Blond). I need a Selphie.

 

From Me: Yes, I am worse than she was. Really. In my defence, I've been flat out like a lizard drinking lately. Go me. I had a 21st party, have 21 children under 8 to deal with every day, have to plan for them every night, am in a production of Oliver, and my cosplay plans are up shit creek without a paddle. Suffice it to say, I have been a little stressed lately. To make up for my EPIC tardiness. I offer you two chapters. One of Eoko's and one of mine. And I promise, next fortnight, you will get updates... maybe. No, I'll do my best. Loves on you all.

 

Chapter 8 - Sexual Assult.

 

Two days had passed. Zell had asked Eoko and Kitty about bringing in some chocolate. As long as they declared the items and had them checked they were allowed. It wasn't like they were smuggling in contraband and the like.

 

Still, when the tattooed blond had inquired as to whether they would help or not Eoko had cocked a brow at him and asked why he needed chocolate. When his reply was given that Seifer wanted it she arched the other brow.

 

Seifer wasn't exactly the type to indulge in a sweet treat, unless that sweet treat was better known as a cigarette or a fine piece of arse. She had looked to Kitty for her theory on why the mobster would want chocolate.

 

Zell, though, had come to his own conclusion and had put forth that it had something to do with Irvine. Considering Seifer's obsession with getting in the assassin's pants it was pretty clear he'd use it to accomplish that goal.

 

At hearing this Eoko started asking what type he liked and what his favourite brand was while Kitty started fumbling madly through the little pouch she had to see if she had any on her at the moment. By the end of the little discussion they promised to have a few chocolate bars the next time they were in.

 

That was tonight, and Zell was grateful to them since maybe Seifer would stop being such a supreme arse just because he couldn't get laid by the auburn-haired hitman. Zell was more than willing to help Seifer get laid, but fine. If he wasn't interested at the moment maybe he'd just take Rikan up on his hopeful pleading.

 

Seifer was off doing his job at the moment so he was blessedly not drooling over Irvine for all he was worth. He had to ensure he could afford his cigarettes so a few days a week in the metal shop was worth it. He was quite good at what he did though.

 

But with Seifer busy Zell could take the opportunity to admire Irvine for himself without having the taller blond breathing down his neck. He was being stupid with all this possessiveness. He knew damn well that if he said Zell couldn't take him first then he wouldn't.

 

Speaking of the apparent cowboy, where had he disappeared to and what sort of trouble was he getting into this time? More guard brawls, or perhaps he was chatting up that girly Rikan had told him about. Well, definitely time to go find him.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Irvine walked around the yard, bored as usual. He almost wished Seifer were around so that he could coolly provoke him to the point of exploding. At least the man was entertainment, if not a pain in the arse. Well, considering the way things were going, he might become that as well.

 

The hitman cocked a brow and peered around a corner where the buildings came together to form a sort of little alcove. It was nice. Small and quiet, hardly noticeable. You couldn't even really see it from any main part of the yard, only from the strip directly in front of it parallel to the programs building and library.

 

Suddenly it dawned on him what other benefits a secluded little alcove might have as two sets of arms quickly wrapped around his and held him fast. He jerked left and right but the men were built and were in no way inclined to let him go. They pulled him into the back of the alcove and turned him to face out toward the yard.

 

Blocking his view were two men, one was tall, toned, and tanned. He had raven-dark hair and possessed brown-gold come-to-bed eyes. Behind him was a muscled brute that grinned at him lecherously. Off to the left was a rat-ish little man that kept peering around the corner- a look out.

 

Fuck.

 

“Hello. It's so lovely to finally meet you. Paris, right? That's what everyone calls you in here, isn't it?” came the smooth, rich voice of the rather attractive looking inmate. He had a voice that could melt your spine.

 

Irvine however, was unphased by the voice, much more concerned with that fact that five men were far, far to close to him and it didn't take a genius to understand why. “S'right. And what do they call you?” he asked, lifting his head and looking down his nose at the dark haired man.

 

“Ethan, Ethan Kayne. I haven't the pleasure of procuring a prison name,” he said, grin in place as he stepped closer to Irvine and lifted a hand to comb through the strands of silken hair the assassin let fall in front of his ears.

 

Irvine jerked his head to the side and glared dangerously at the man. “Get off me,” he growled, pulling and twisting at the arms that held him.

 

All he got in reply was a mingled sound of chuckles and hearty laughs.

 

“Oh no, no, no,” Ethan said, grin still covering his smug face. “We intend to have a lot of fun with you.” He dropped his hand to slide up under the hitman's shirt and against his smooth, hard stomach.

 

No… No! Fuck! He twisted again and coiled away from the man's touch. He didn't look the type, and Irvine had never experienced a feeling like it before in his life, but the touch screamed rapist.

 

At the struggle Irvine put up Ethan decided to show the assassin just what his place was. He took hold of the man's singlet in both his hands and smirked wickedly before pulling hard, tearing the cheap material in two.

 

Irvine's eyes widened a moment before he calmed his outer appearance. He wouldn't let these men have the satisfaction of his fear. He would not give them anything. They deserved nothing.

 

Ethan made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat as the sight of the two silver loops adorning the hitman's nipples. He took one between his fingers and tugged. A cool, sky blue glare was the only answer he got for it.

 

“Turn him around, against the wall,” Ethan commanded the two men that held him firmly. “And once I've had my fill, he's all yours, boys.”

 

Irvine shut his eyes tightly as two sets of hands shifted and gripped again, turning him around and pressing him against the cool, shaded surface of the back wall. His mind was racing while he forced his breathing to remain steady.

 

No… please, please, please, no…

 

The little group's leader wound his arms around Irvine, hands making quick work of the button and fly of his pants. A moment later and those pants and his boxers pooled around prison-issue sneakers. Another moment and the sound of a second zipper slowly sliding down met frightened ears.

 

This is going to hurt!

 

“Fuck!” came a vehement curse and Irvine's eyes shot open. As the hands holding him loosened he twisted wildly, breaking out of their grip. He curled down and into himself, able only to pull his pants back up before he clutched his knees and pressed closer to the wall. He couldn't hear what was going on and his eyes were pressed tight shut once more.

 

Zell had seen the lookout and, knowing what that alcove was sometimes used for, went over to investigate. The eyes of the group had bolted upon seeing Zell approaching, not even uttering a warning to the men behind him.

 

What the tattooed blond saw next filled him with possessiveness enough for himself and Seifer and an overwhelming urge to protect the man about to be defiled by one of the most heartless, cruellest people within the walls of this prison.

 

He reacted on fury and instinct, hours of training kicking in. Zell grabbed Ethan by the shoulders and drove his knee up and around into the side of the man's thigh, causing his leg to buckle and making it that much easier to turn him slightly and slam him down into the ground.

 

The guard held Ethan's arms behind his back and dug a knee between the rapist's shoulder blades. His eyes turned towards the rest of the men, glaring daggers and daring them to just try something so he had an excuse to break a few bones.

 

“Back the fuck off him. Get your worthless arses out of here before I lose my restraint,” Zell hissed dangerously and dug his knee into Ethan's back, forcing a pained cry to escape his lips. They didn't need more encouragement than that. They tore off and scattered.

 

The blond leaned down, lips coming close to the pinned man's ear. “That was the stupidest thing you could have ever done, Ethan. You're lucky I don't rat, to guards or inmates. You try this shit again and I'll rip your cock off and shove it down that sweet talking mouth of yours.” The steadiness and vindication in Zell's voice caused Ethan to shiver with fright.

 

“Yes, Ink…”

 

With that Zell pulled back and off the man, wiping himself off, disgusted with having had touched the smooth voiced rapist. “Now get the fuck out of here!” he yelled.

 

Ethan started at the volume then quickly left the alcove, leaving Zell and the cowering Irvine alone.

 

The fury and anger melted away at the sight of Irvine and was replaced with sympathy and a need to comfort him. He moved over to the man, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around him from behind.

 

Irvine jerked and twisted, struggling in the man's grip. He flailed his arms and fought hard until those arms came around his, holding them against his body and held him tighter, closer. He wanted to scream and cry out. Anything that would stop this.

 

“Paris,” Zell's voice was soft but the hitman kept struggling in his hold. “Paris,” he repeated. “Paris- Irvine.”

 

“Ink…?” Irvine asked, voice soft as his eyes opened a little again.

 

“I'm here. Don't worry.” The blond relaxed his arms, holding the hitman protectively but no longer preventing his movements, mostly because he was no longer moving much. He slid his hands down to the front of Irvine's pants and the man jerked in his arms.

 

“Don't touch me!” he cried, then realised that Zell was doing his pants back up, not taking the opportunity to fondle him. He looked down at the ground. “What are you doin'…?”

 

“Making you presentable again. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

 

“No… they didn't get that far. Guess I'm lucky for once to have your little bitch arse watchin' out for me on Seifer's behalf.” He twisted his head to the side to look over his shoulder as the guard slipped his torn top off. Less than a minute later Zell had pulled his own off and got Irvine into it.

 

The blond smiled gently. “Listen, Paris. I know it's hard. How do ya think it was for me when I came in? I'd done my practicums here, I worked here before I took on the assignment. They knew I was a guard. That made it really hard. It's just as bad, if not worse for you. You're beautiful and you're trying to get into trouble.”

 

“Fuck off, Ink. I don't need your sentiments or your pity. You don't, like, know me, so don't pretend to.” The singlet he was now wearing was warm from Zell's own body heat and it unnerved him a bit. “Aren't people going to wonder why you'll be walkin' around topless?” he inquired though only to change the subject, and he really didn't want to make small talk.

 

Zell stayed kneeling as Irvine drew away and got to his feet, brushing himself off and getting back into the cold, calculating demeanour that was Irvine Kinneas. “Me? No, they won't think nothing of it. Any excuse really. You can keep that one. Toss it in for cleaning with the rest when ya get back to your cell if ya can't stand smelling me on you. I don't care.”

 

“Well, that's mighty big of you,” Irvine said, rolling his eyes, voice obviously sarcastic. He walked off out of the alcove but paused after only a few steps and looked back. His eyes darted to the numerous and intricate black patterns adorning the man's back. No wonder they called him `Ink'. He snapped out of it before his glance could be defined as staring.

 

“Listen. You helped me out there. I… appreciate that and all. I would have lived, but it's not like I'd enjoy gettin' raped by a band of lunatics.”

 

Zell grinned over his shoulder, the tattoo on the left side of his face adding to the numerous ones across his back. “I was saving your arse, but I was saving their lives - not that they deserve it - and probably the lives of every living relative outside these walls - who might. Jade would not have been pleased. Speaking of Jade, I take it you'll be forgetting any of this ever happened?”

 

“Don't see why that mule in heat needs to know anythin'. I'm fine. I look it, don't I? He's a fuckin' arsehole and he don't need to, like, concern himself with me.”

 

The guard moved back onto his feet and fell into step next to Irvine. “He is,” Zell admitted with a chuckle. “He's cocky and arrogant and expects everyone to bow down to his every whim and desire. I don't. I brush him off a lot of the time. If he's just on some power trip, I ain't gonna take his high and mighty shit.”

 

Irvine grinned a little but covered it by holding a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. “Looks like you bend over pretty nice for him when it matters.”

 

“Oh, I do. But he ain't the only one benefiting when I bend over to his power trips. You learn to make him happy, and damn can you be fucking happy too.”

 

The auburn haired man twisted his face into a look of disgust. “Goddamn, please. I just went through that ordeal and you, like, want to make me lose my lunch?”

 

Zell chuckled deep in his throat. “Ah, Paris. I like you.”

 

“Say what?”

 

“I like you,” the blond repeated. “Your attitude, the way you make Jade fucking lose it. It's too funny. And that way you look down your nose at Kinley- that is just priceless. I wish I could look down my nose at that arsehole.”

 

“Can you look down your nose at anyone?” Irvine asked, cocking a brow then taking a long satisfying drag on his cig.

 

“Sure! I can look down my nose at... Giggles and…. ants?”

 

The assassin snorted, grey smoke coming out of his nose. “Ants, huh? Bet that just terrifies the little critters.”

 

“Oh, no doubt! Uh oh…”

 

Irvine looked up ahead of them to see Seifer storming their way. “You in trouble, Inky-poo?”

 

Zell glared up at the hitman. “He doesn't like me within arm's reach of you. Thinks I have no self control- look who's talking!” He shook his head and smiled widely as the taller man came up, right into his personal space, and glared down at him.

 

“What are you doing?” he growled, jade eyes narrowed to slits.

 

“I was walking with Paris. We were discussing my ability to terrify ants with a single glance.”

 

Zell's words floated forward to Irvine's ears and he continued walking. He didn't give a damn if the blond idiots had a little yelling match over him. Actually, it was rather pleasant to know that he was oh so important to the two rather… supremely attractive men.

 

Seifer tilted his head down, then back to meet jubilant sapphire eyes. “Where's your shirt?” he growled, but it was losing its edge. Half-nude Zell did that to an angry Seifer.

 

“Here,” he said casually, waving the hand that held the bunched up shirt in front of the taller man's face. “You know me, Jade,” he said, dropping his voice and pressing up against the older blond. “Any reason to get naked, or as close to it.”

The mobster grinned, arms winding around the tattooed guard. “Yea, I do know you.” He blinked then and lifted his head, looking around. “Where'd he go?”

Zell snorted before burying his face into Seifer's chest and laughing. “He kept going the second you stopped me. Numbskull. Should pay more attention to the man you want to fuck.”

 

The taller blond reached between them and pinched one of Zell's nipples hard, but only made the guard grin against his body in approval. “Fuck up, Ink. Once I bed that pretty boy you know I'll treat you good.”

 

“That a promise?” he inquired, leaning back to look up into deep green eyes.

 

“You know me, Ink. I can go on for hours.”

 

“Hours? Is that right?” Zell asked teasingly, plucking at Seifer's singlet.

 

“You know it.”

 

Chapter 9 - Administering a Substance with Intent.

 

A couple of hours and another helpful blowjob later, Seifer headed off to dinner with a spring in his step and chocolate on his mind. Those two insane girls knew what the chocolate was for, so no doubt it would appear as soon as possible. Of course, they might ask to watch… Irvine might not like that…

 

Hmm… A trade-off might be in order.

 

One round with Zell and another with… maybe Tony might persuade them to leave him alone with the chocolate and the assassin. Might.

 

He literally ran into the aforementioned assassin in a corridor leading back from the yard. The man made no sound, which was really quite unnerving, as he lost his balance and fell on his arse.

 

That was nice, Seifer thought to himself, eyeing the spread legs and the way Irvine held himself up on his hands. He couldn't resist crouching over the assassin's lap, tongue running along his upper teeth.

 

“Howdy, Paris…” Seifer purred in a close imitation of his Texan drawl. “Fancy meetin' you here…”

 

“You know, people doin' that gets real old after a while…” Irvine replied coldly, then hissed as Seifer's hand pressed against the front of his pants.

 

“Let me show you just how new I can be…” he murmured.

 

Irvine stared at him.

 

“You do know that was absolutely the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in, like, all my born days, don't you?”

 

“Mmm…” was Seifer's only response and he leaned forward, nuzzling at Irvine's jawline.

 

Irvine let his eyes slip shut, thoughts flashing back to earlier. Assassin or not, he couldn't protect himself against a group like that, even if they'd given him time to get to his knife, which they hadn't. Maybe he needed Seifer's protection. Maybe he needed Seifer.

 

He hated needing anyone.

 

He growled and fisted his hands in Seifer's singlet, intending to push him off, but the blonde had gone suddenly still and very quiet. He lowered his weight to settle in Irvine's lap, mouth now against his shoulder, and he suddenly bit there, making Irvine cry out and thrash. He held on until Irvine felt blood well, then he finally let go.

 

“Why the fuck do you smell like that little dip-cock, Ink?!”

 

Irvine smirked, showing his tongue between perfect teeth, and touched the blood at his shoulder with two fingers, then brought them to his mouth to lick it off.

 

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

 

Seifer fisted both hands around the shoulder straps of the singlet, ramming Irvine down onto his back.

 

“You've got to be fucking kidding. You mean that fucktard's been up in my shit?! And you let him?!”

 

Irvine shrugged his bitten shoulder, then grunted when Seifer jerked him up and slammed him down again.

 

“The ice you're on doesn't get any thinner, Paris. I'm gonna fucking kill you, then I'm gonna fucking kill him, and fuck anyone who gets in my damn way!”

 

“Jade?”

 

The single word was like a rat dancing before a rattle snake. Seifer pushed off Irvine and had Zell pinned against the wall, forearm at his neck, before the guard even had time to yelp. In fact, he coughed when Seifer pressed hard enough to make breathing difficult.

 

“He's soaked in you, Zell. Drenched. He reeks of you! I don't care if you think you're king-fucking-dick-on-a-stick, you know you don't get to touch him. You know it! And what? You think maybe it's okay because I wasn't around to stop you?!”

 

“Jade, I didn't-”

 

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Seifer growled, and back-handed Zell across the face.

 

The guard had let him vent up until that moment, but that was just taking it too far and he wouldn't stand for it. He pushed Seifer bodily away and let fly with a graceful roundhouse kick that connected solidly with the other man's shoulder and sent him crashing to the floor.

 

Irvine watched with his head cocked a little to one side.

 

“You're behaving like a hormonal fucking teenager, Jade! Will you shut up for five seconds and at least let me explain some things?!”

 

“What's to explain?!” Seifer growled back, sitting up.

 

“He's just wearing my shirt, that's all.”

 

“All?!” Seifer echoed, fisting his hands and surging off the floor. Zell didn't let him get very far, planting a foot against his chest and pushing him back down.

 

“Shit happened, Jade. Your little would-be bitch there almost became some gang-bangers' bitch. They shredded his shirt, so I gave him mine! I thought he'd just go change.” He cut his eyes to the assassin, but Irvine only shrugged.

 

“I got sidetracked in the library.”

 

“Gang bangers?” Seifer saw even more red, if that was possible. “Who?”

 

“We ain't tellin' you,” Irvine said flatly before Zell could say anything. “If anyone's goin' to kill them, it'll be me.”

 

“No one's going to kill them,” Zell said, wiping a little blood from his mouth courtesy of the back-hand.

 

“…Sorry…” Seifer muttered as though saying the word physically hurt him.

 

Zell had to laugh. It was just too funny. Seifer rarely apologised, only when it was really deserved, and even then it was difficult for him. Seifer definitely struggled with `sorry'. It wasn't long before Irvine was snickering too, and Seifer continued to scowl at them as they all went to dinner.

 

- - - - - - -

 

“Ink… Ink! Ink, for fuck's sake! Wake up!” A bullet from a standard-issue hand gun thocked into his temple and he hissed, lifting his head from the tangle of blankets and Javier's long limbs.

 

“What the hell time is it, and why the fuck is a guard swearing like that…?” Zell muttered.

 

“Because it's me, and I always swear.” A torch shone in his face and Zell scrunched his eyes closed, Javier groaning beneath him and trying to burrow deeper.

 

“Ah… fuck… Javier, baby… Don't move that leg like - Nn… Skid, wake up!”

 

Javier blinked open bleary eyes and looked owlishly up at him, then into the torch beam. The giggles behind it made it pretty obvious who was there. The boy whined and buried his head under the covers.

 

“Either turn it off, or get it up your arse, Kitty…” Zell growled.

 

She didn't turn it off, but she moved it aside so it wasn't shining directly into his eyes. Eoko stood with her, tapping her thigh with her nightstick and he just knew her eyes were roving his bared chest.

 

“That's not nice, Inky-poo,” Kitty said with a pout.

 

Javier snickered.

 

“Shut up, both of you,” Zell growled. “What do you want? Why are you waking me up at fuck knows what time of the night?!”

 

“If you're not going to be polite, we won't tell you, and you can keep putting up with Jade's absolute bitchiness for another few years…” Eoko threatened.

 

“You got the chocolate!” Zell cried, hopping out of bed completely naked and scurrying over to the bars, putting his hand through them. “Give. Give!”

 

“Say sorry,” Kitty pouted, shining the torch at his groin.

 

“Do you mind?”

 

“Oh! Sorry!” she piped and jerked it upwards as though it had been an accident. The giggles said otherwise.

 

“Right… Hand it over, Perv,” Zell said, crooking his fingers.

 

“Not until you apologise for being an arse,” she replied, waving several bars of chocolate just out of his reach.

 

Zell rolled his eyes, but he sighed.

 

“Alright. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear at you, it's just Seifer's being such a dickhead, it's pissing me off. Hopefully this will help,” he said. Eoko dropped the bars into his hand and he pulled her close to press a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks.”

 

“Me! Me! I bought some too!” Kitty protested.

 

“C'mere, then,” Zell said with a chuckle, drawing her against the bars to give her the same treatment. She beamed up at him. “You're so damn short,” he added, smirking.

 

She scowled at him.

 

“So are you!”

 

“You're shorter than me!”

 

“I'm a girl.”

 

“You're a woman,” Javier said gallantly from the bed.

 

“Aww, thanks Skiddles!” she replied, grinning.

 

“No, she really isn't…” Zell muttered, and suffered Sephiroth across his shoulder for his trouble. “Ow! Fuck!”

 

“Be nice!” she demanded with an exaggerated pout as he backed away out of range.

 

He just snarled at her.

 

“Turn that light out and go away…” he begged.

 

“You owe us for the chocolate, Inky-poo,” Kitty pointed out gleefully, then turned on her heel and flounced off, giggling all the way. Eoko tipped her hat, then sauntered off after her partner, twirling her nightstick.

 

“Fuck!” he hissed again, gingerly touching his shoulder. He lifted a gorgeous poster of the Japanese popstar, Gackt and pulled a brick out of the wall behind it. In here, he stashed the chocolate, then replaced brick and poster and slipped back into bed.

 

“Here, let me see…” Javier whispered, kneeling up and stroking a hand along Zell's shoulder. He pressed his lips gently to the spot and Zell growled, pain very soon forgotten.

 

- - - - - - -

 

“Whatcha got there, Ink?” Rikan asked the next day as Zell made a beeline for Seifer across the yard.

 

“Nothing for you, Lock. Sorry,” he said, grinning good-naturedly.

 

“Maybe you could have something for me later…?” Rikan suggested, giving the guard a heated look from under his eyelashes.

 

Zell smirked, half-closing his own eyes and tucked his fingers in the waistband of Rikan's pants, pulling him close and licking briefly at his ear.

 

“We'll see what we can do about that…” he purred, then released the thief and continued off across the yard.

 

“Whore,” Seifer growled as he approached.

 

“Yeah, but he has a hot little arse…” Zell replied.

 

“I was talking about you…”

 

The guard just grinned and sidled up to the inmate as Seifer took a long drag on his cigarette.

 

“Got something for you, Jade… Something I just know you're dying for. Something you'll owe me big time for…”

 

“I'll never owe you, Ink. I'm too high on the ladder, and you know it.”

 

Zell smiled infuriatingly, making Seifer want to hit him, then he held out his hands, in which lay several different varieties of chocolate bar. A slow grin spread across the taller blond's face and he took the chocolate, then hugged Zell tight.

 

“You're gorgeous!”

 

“Yeah, I know,” Zell said, grinning.

 

“So modest, too,” Seifer said with a snort.

 

“Who needs to be modest when you're as fucking good as I am?” Zell replied, and sauntered off.

 

Seifer scanned the yard and spied Irvine playing poker with a couple of other inmates. They were wagering cigarettes, and the assassin had amassed quite a nice little pile. It didn't surprise Seifer - the man had an expression like granite.

 

“`Scuse me for interrupting, boys, but I need to see Paris,” he said as he walked over.

 

The man himself didn't move, but the others all stood, scooped up their cigarettes and hurried off.

 

“You really gotta ruin my fun like that?” Irvine sighed, gathering up his own winnings and making a pouch for them out of the front of his singlet. He turned and headed for their cell, obviously to stash the smokes. That didn't bother Seifer. He wanted to go there anyway.

 

“I've got a present for you, Paris…” Seifer said lowly as they entered the cell.

 

“If it involves your cock shoved down my throat, I ain't fuckin' interested.”

 

“What if it was covered in chocolate…?” Seifer purred as Irvine straightened, having put the cigarettes under his mattress. He pressed against the assassin's back and before Irvine could even try and push him off, he held out one of the chocolate bars in front of his nose.

 

The redhead actually groaned.

 

“How do you feel about my cock down your throat now, hmm…?”

 

“Give me the chocolate…” His eyes followed it as Seifer waved it back and forth, his other hand slipping up under the front of Irvine's singlet.

 

“Open it,” Seifer suggested against his ear, nipping at the lobe. Irvine reached up and tried to take it out of Seifer's hand, but the blond held on, only allowing the assassin to open the wrapper. He tried to take it again, but Seifer still held on.

 

“Jade…” Irvine muttered. “Don't fuckin' tease me…”

 

“You've been teasing me since you got here. It's about damn time the shoe was on the other foot… Taste it. I know you want to.”

 

Irvine slid his eyes to the side, glancing at Seifer, who smirked at him. He closed his eyes and parted lips and teeth and the blond laid the chocolate against his lower teeth. He took a bite and rolled it around in his mouth, giving a soft moan and melting in Seifer's arms.

 

“So good…” he whispered, turning his head when Seifer nosed at his cheekbone. The blond's lips sought his and for once, he didn't fight it. His hand was warm against the assassin's stomach and his mouth was hotter than Irvine could believe. His tongue dipped and Irvine shivered, his own running along it.

 

After a moment, Seifer broke the kiss and took a bite of the chocolate himself, let it melt a little, then offered it to Irvine on his tongue. The assassin turned in his arms and smirked, opening his mouth and closing his lips around Seifer's tongue to take the chocolate.

 

He was losing control, losing his deep-seated cool demeanor, but he couldn't stop it. Seifer's heat was wrapped around him, that blazing fire behind jade eyes burning down to his soul, and he whimpered when those strong fingers dipped slightly down the back of his pants.

 

“Mr. Almasy.” It was polite, if a little disgusted, but Seifer growled savagely and turned a glare fit to freeze lava on the poor guard who'd been sent to get him.

 

“What?!” he snarled. The man shrank back.

 

“It… it's time for your session with Miss. Trepe…”

 

“Fuck Miss. fucking Trepe! Tell her I'm busy!”

 

“I… I can't… sir…” he replied.

 

Irvine snickered at the fact that a guard was calling an inmate sir.

 

Seifer swore hotly again, words Irvine wasn't even sure he knew the meaning of, and stalked over to the guard, towering over him until he turned and went off at a trot. Seifer glanced back at Irvine, then tossed him the rest of the chocolate bar before he continued off.

 

Irvine spent the next half hour on his bunk, enjoying every second of the chocolate.

 

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AN: I promise to try and get the next chapter out next week. ^^' Oh, and the title... Yeah, it's an offence in Canada. Wait til I get to the really juicy chapters. -snickers-