Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Conspiring to Murder. ( Chapter 9 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

 

Warnings: All the good stuff.

 

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

 

Parings: Duh.

 

Author's Notes:

 

Kitty: AUTHOR'S NOTES NAOW!

 

Eoko: *-ooks up from Harvest Moon-

 

Kitty: -hangs from Eoko's head- AUTHOR'S NOTES!

 

Eoko: I heard you the first time. Hey Kitty! Should I ask the reviewers for their e-mails so I can invite them to the retarded game too?

 

Kitty: Is it retarded? Then I should stop the sign up process, right...?

 

Eoko: NO! I HAVE TEN ACCOUNTS! IT'S EPIC .

 

Kitty: -giggles- I wanna make a Sephiroth one.

 

Eoko: My zelley account has a Seifer.

 

Kitty: YES I DID IT!~

 

Eoko: WOO!

 

Kitty: Okay, we better let them read now.

 

Eoko: Agreed. And if they wanna know what we're raving about, they can leave their e-mails. lol

 

Chapter 10 - Conspiring to Murder.

 

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen!” came an exuberant cry from the entrance to the cell block. There stood Kitty Andreas and next to her Eoko Kemony. A number of inmates turned from their business to look at the young women, those that knew their voices had already turned their attention to the clock above their heads instead. That wasn't right…

 

Eoko grinned broadly, arms loosely crossed just under her chest. “Transfer, pals. You'll be seeing us a lot more.” She grinned wider as shudders and groans spread through the populace.

 

“Four to midnight! Fun, huh?!” Another shudder. Kitty beamed as Zell approached the two of them. “Hi, Inky-poo.”

 

“No.”

 

“Yes.” She beamed even brighter.

 

“Schedule change? Who called for that?” he asked, one foot crossed over the other and hand on his hip.

 

“Well, kinda all `round,” Eoko replied. “Boss man thinks we got a good way with you guys. Wanted us to take on a shift with more interaction, right?”

 

“Yea! And we were all `hm, you know, that's great!' cause Eoko and I were just saying the other day that no one is really fucking after midnight anyway since you all gotta get up at, like, seven- yuck. So we're all hyped about changing to an earlier shift!”

 

Eoko nodded and grinned. “Yep. Can get a few glimpses at the afternoon sex too. Always wondered `bout that.” Her grin grew. “Just a quickie, or do you take the time to enjoy yourselves?”

 

Zell eyed her warily. “You'll find out, won't you?” he said, rolling his eyes. “At least you won't be waking me up at who-knows-what hour and shining your torches on my crotch.”

 

“We know it loves being in the spotlight, Ink.”

 

“Shut up, Perv. Get back to work. I have to go warn the others that the apocalypse is upon us.” He smirked as Kitty stuck out her tongue at him. Then he turned, strutting down the aisle to inform Derek, Joseph and the rest that doom was about to befall the prison, or at least insane voyeurs.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Derek and Joseph hadn't cared much about the girls, as Zell had figured. Joseph for one didn't partake in any sexual acts in the prison, and Derek only when the urges couldn't go ignored or be drowned out with a good brew. They didn't have to worry about two perverted young women watching their personal lives.

 

The last three elites weren't as thrilled with the idea. They all were quite well acquainted with Eoko and Kitty already, and an even closer relationship would be just… lovely.

 

Illo and Raphael had glanced at each other, lips pressed tight together. It was just annoying. It was bad enough when you knew there were two extra sets of eyes on you while you were getting into it, but the giggling and running commentary that sometimes came with it was enough to make you want to take a hit out on those two particular guards.

 

It was only the facts that Eoko and Kitty were nice and tried to help, and that they brought lotions, oils and condoms if you were particularly compliant or nice to them. Stupid guards…

 

Not that Zell minded, and everyone inside the prison knew it. He was a little kink and a full fledged exhibitionist. He just gave Eoko and Kitty a hard time because he could. Everyone was well aware how much he enjoyed an audience. The banter between him and the guards was like a game. The best part of that was he took most of the girls' attention away from the rest of the inmates, at least for their viewing pleasures.

 

Irvine had been reading one of Seifer's books when Zell brought the news to their cell. He'd paused in the reading to listen to what had to be said, the proceeded to drop the novel and stare over the side of his bunk.

 

Seifer's eyes lifted to his and made a face. He'd been so close to getting a piece of that sweet arse, had had the hitman willing in his arms and almost in his bed, but now there were even more complications. Irvine would not appreciate-

 

“I ain't never comin' down from here. Fuck, they're worse than the men. Bloody perverts. They ain't, like, ever seein' me do nothin'!” With that he glared at the cell in general and went back to his book and mental grumblings.

 

“S'not so bad,” Zell purred toward him, then smirked at Seifer and the glare directed his way. “Oh, pu-lease, Jade, you know you're into it. You love showing them you're the best, that you're the most confident and can fuck anyone you want well.”

 

The glare quickly turned into a satisfied grin. Stroking his ego was always a good way to get him out of his stupid, possessive little mood he'd been slipping into as of late. “Well, I am a very good lover,” he said, glancing up at Irvine's bunk to see if he was paying attention.

 

“Yes, you are,” Zell said, voice a purr once again, then dropped the tone. “But I ain't getting any from you since “cowboy-toy” moved in so I think I'll head off.”

 

Seifer noted mentally that he wasn't getting any period since “cowboy-toy” moved in, but that was his own choice. Claiming the assassin would be a great achievement in more ways than one, while Zell was just another day in the cell block- not a bad day mind you, quite a good day actually, but he wasn't new anymore. Still… there was that thing he could do with… ah, that was always good…

 

- - - - - - -

 

Zell left Seifer to moon over the hitman and headed down the aisle, stopping in front of an open cell past his own. He leaned against the bars, arms crossed loosely over his chest and grin on his face.

 

He walked in without being noticed, let alone with an invitation, and settled himself onto the bunk the inmate was leaning against. Said inmate was currently too occupied at the moment to notice the blond behind him. It would be dangerous to allow one's guard down so much inside prison walls, but some people just didn't get into much trouble, so they never got into fights or had to worry about having their throat slit.

 

Zell let his legs fall to either side of the other man's body and snaked his arms over his shoulders to curl around his chest. He smirked as the man started then relaxed. He leaned down to whisper into one ear. “Enjoying your game, Lock?” Zell nipped once at Rikan's earlobe then looked over his shoulder at the small television screen.

 

Rikan smiled a little and nodded. “Yep. I figure by the time I get a hundred percent I'll be outta here. Plus, I'll have made the most accurate and extensive guide ever! Not even Square-Enix will be able to one up me!”

 

“But Lock, they made Final Fantasy X-2. They know it all.”

 

“Nah, I'll find a bug or two they missed. They just make the game. They don't have over a decade to test it.”

 

“Well, that's certainly true. But you got other games too. Any luck on getting other endings on Shadow of Destiny?” (1)

 

Rikan made an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Still just the one where he gets eternal youth and amnesia, and the one where he gets run over. Funny shit, that one. Don't mind getting it, but the other one's more common I think. Stupid game. I'll get all the endings though. You just watch, Ink.”

 

“Oh, I believe you, Lock. You have plenty of time to do it.”

 

“Yea, I do. Lots of time. So, what's up? Why you come to see me?”

 

Zell let his hands roam over Rikan's chest. “Are you complaining, Lock? If you are I could always leave and let you play your game in peace. And here I thought you liked when I came to see you.” Zell feigned hurt in his voice, but the grin never left his face.

 

“I'm not complaining!” Rikan protested quickly. “And course I like when you come see me.”

 

“That mean you're going to save that game of yours and show me how much you like it when I cum, Rikan?” Zell purred in his ear and it took everything the thief had in him to save his game before turning it off.

 

The second that was done he turned and pounced the blond, pushing him onto his back on the bunk and hovering over him, grin spread wide across his face. “Been a while, Ink. You got a-”

 

“Yea, front pocket. Why don't you grab it for me, cop a feel while you're at it.” Zell smirked beneath the taller man. “I see you didn't forget the rules.” He chuckled a little.

 

“Hell no. And risk certain death from Seifer `Possessive Bastard' Almasy. Thanks, but I'll pass. I can handle not kissing that mouth of yours and wearing a rubber if it saves my neck or my cock.”

 

“Or both, considering it's Seifer. Good to see you haven't lost your sense. Now come on. Let's do this.”

 

- - - - - - -

 

Some time later Irvine cocked a brow and glanced over the side of his bunk at Seifer who was glowering and mumbling just shy of coherently. The assassin lifted himself onto one elbow and gave him a questioning look. “What exactly is pissin' you off now?” he asked, the babble irritating him to the point he could focus on nothing else, let alone a book.

 

It took a few moments for Irvine's question to make its way into Seifer's preoccupied head, but when it did he finally shut up. “Ink,” he mumbled and looked out towards the aisle, still glaring ominously.

 

“… he's not even here,” Irvine said, cocking a brown, then the other when sounds that had previously been muffled by the blond's ramblings floated to his ears. “Oh.” He grinned. “Oh, I see. Your little fuck toy's, like, gone off to play with someone else.”

 

The way Seifer's brows furrowed further as he turned his head sharply towards the hitman was priceless. Irvine couldn't stop his grin from spreading a bit wider.

 

“So, Mr. Sex God. Why's your little whore fuckin' around?” He paused a moment to listen to a particularly noticeable sound and smirked. “Doesn't sound like he's playin' with his own little bitch, Jade.”

 

“I know,” Seifer ground out between clenched teeth. “He's fucking around with that shithole, Lock. Just like he does every time he feels particularly charitable. And I'm a bit busy.”

 

“Last I checked, the only thing you was busy doin' was starin' at my arse. And that, like, weren't getting' you nowhere neither.” ((<..< Grammar anyone? lmao)) Irvine drew the book around in front of himself again in order to pretend to read while enjoying Seifer's little fit.

 

“Well last time I checked, Paris, I had my tongue down your throat and the taste of chocolate tantalizing the senses further.” The frustrated expression had left his face and was replaced by his trademark smirk. “And you weren't complaining, as far as I could tell.”

 

Irvine bristled slightly, then relaxed. “Big words there, Jade. Hurt yourself much?”

 

Seifer opened his mouth to comment but was interrupted by a cheerful giggle at his cell door and the sound of a night stick dinging across the bars.

 

“Phone call, Mr. Almasy,” Kitty Andreas sang while Eoko stood grinning beside her and fastening the baton back into its place on her duty belt.

 

“Come on, Seifer. Not often you get calls cleared at all period, let alone incoming calls. Get off your arse. Let's go.” Eoko grinned wider and held out her arm as if offering it to Seifer. Kitty latched onto it instead and the two of them led the mobster down to take his call.

 

- - - - - - -

 

“Fuck!”

 

The curse traveled down the cell block faster than the person's feet could carry them, and Irvine was already sitting up and waiting to inquire as to what had angered the tall blond further.

 

Seifer was still uttering a steady stream of curses when he was let back into the cell. Upon seeing the assassin's raised brow, and noting the disappearance of the guards, he glared and explained- or, gave as much of an explanation as he was going to.

 

“The boys can't get a hold of my best assassin.”

 

Irvine's brow arched a little further up. “And what's your assassin called?”

 

The mob boss looked up at the hitman, hoping maybe he'd heard some news about someone in his “profession” that wasn't “public” knowledge yet. He knew enough about code names to not even bother asking for a real name.

 

“Eve.”

 

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1. In the local prisons inmates are allowed to have up to $500 worth of things in their cells. Guards like when they have video games because they stay in their cells and play all day. One correctional officer even said that. A prisoner I met during a lecture in Crim 105 was actually in the middle of FF8 and in the Lunatic Pandora. lmao