Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Unlawful Sodomy. ( Chapter 10 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

 

Warnings: All the good stuff. The REALLY good stuff. I'm talkin' lemon here. Oh, and there's a lot of swearing... a lot.

 

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

 

Parings: Duh.

 

Author's Notes:

 

Kitty: Wooooooo! Manifest went off!

 

Eoko: Woooo, Koko is sick. -_-

 

Kitty: I'm getting sick, I think.

 

Eoko: Fail for sicknesses!

 

Kitty: Totally. But win for tidied rooms.

 

Eoko: Clean rooms are win?

 

Kitty: Definitely.

 

Eoko: Okay~ If you say so.

 

Kitty: ON to the fic!

 

Chapter 11 - Unlawful Sodomy.

 

“Eve?” Irvine repeated, both brows lifting almost level with his hairline. “Eve?”

 

“Yeah…” Seifer replied, climbing up to stand on the lower bunk and folding his arms on Irvine's mattress. “Know her?”

 

“Her…?” the hitman echoed again, lifting his eyes to the ceiling.

 

“Well, you know, with a name like E- Why the fuck am I explaining myself to you? Do. You. Know. Her?”

 

“Eve… Eve…” Irvine mused, tapping his lower lip. “There was that job…” He dropped his eyes to Seifer's again, opened his mouth, then grinned and shook his head. “Sorry. Never heard the name.”

 

“Arsehole!” Seifer snarled. “You do not get to yank my chain like that, Princess!”

 

“Darlin'…” Irvine purred, lowering his lashes. “I just did…”

 

That white-hot anger flared in Seifer's eyes again, stoked by Ink, the phone call, and finally fanned out of control by Irvine's behaviour. Muscle flexed as he swung himself up onto Irvine's bunk and straddled the hit-man. Irvine curled his lip as though Seifer were little more than dog-shit stuck to his shoe, and lifted his nose, looking aloofly down it. The knife came out of its hiding-place and he pressed it to Seifer's throat.

 

“Back off,” he snarled.

 

“Kill me. I dare you,” was Seifer's icy-hot reply.

 

“I will. I do it every damn day - twice on Sundays.”

 

“Then do it. I'm in here for life anyway. What do I fucking well care? You're the one that'll suffer for it, fish. Every damn wolf in this prison will be after your tail, and Ink can't protect you every minute of every day…”

 

As if on cue, the guard cried out wordlessly, then fell back into the low sounds they'd been hearing previously.

 

“I can look after myself…”

 

“Like you did with those gang-bangers? They'll get you next time, Paris…”

 

Irvine glanced away briefly, and that was all the mob boss needed. His hand flashed up and he snatched the knife out of Irvine's hand. When the hit-man reached for it, he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with his free hand.

 

“Fuck off, Jade,” the red-head growled warningly, breath coming in pants.

 

Seifer smirked.

 

“You turned on, Paris…?” he whispered, running a fingertip along Irvine's lips, the blade glinting close to the hit-man's cheekbone.

 

“You wish,” was the snarled reply.

 

“Fucking liar!” Seifer laughed, his hand stroking down to cup the front of his cellmate's pants. “Someone doesn't lie, though…” he purred.

 

“Fuck off!” Irvine almost screamed. “I don't need you! I don't need no-one!”

 

“Shh, baby… Shh, sweetheart…” Seifer murmured, running his hand under the bottom of Irvine's singlet. He flipped the knife so the handle rested in the webbing between thumb and pointer and the blade was upward. As his hand stroked up Irvine's middle, the keen weapon parted the cotton as easily as it would have parted butter.

 

“Jade…” Irvine growled.

 

Seifer pushed the parted material aside and bent, touching his tongue to the head of the rattle-snake tattoo then dipping it into the hit-man's navel. Irvine clenched his teeth and refused to react, though his body was clamouring at him to stop being an idiot and let the man fuck him.

 

“You'll enjoy it, sweetheart. I swear you will… Relax…” Seifer whispered against his stomach, making him twitch. “I know you want me…”

 

“You… you wish,” Irvine hissed, then failed to bite back a sharp `ah!' as the blonde bit him and began to suckle. “No… fuckin'… way, J-Jade! You c-can't…”

 

After a long moment, Seifer lifted his head, surveying his handiwork.

 

“Darlin'…” he purred in a very close imitation of Irvine's drawl. “I just did…”

 

“Fuck!”

 

“I plan to.”

 

“Bastard!”

 

Suddenly, Seifer was gone and Irvine blinked at the unsuspected move. Before he had time to fully compute his freedom, however, the mob-boss was back, knife still in hand.

 

“Slow, for an assassin,” Seifer murmured.

 

“Will you just fuck off?!” Irvine cried, then made a surprised sound when, at the last syllable, a square of chocolate was popped in his mouth.

 

“Look what I brought you. Say thank you…” Seifer murmured, sliding the remains of Irvine's singlet completely off.

 

The hit-man suddenly shuddered and went limp, eyes rolling shut and body stretching in a mind-blowingly sensual arch. Seifer blinked then looked at the chocolate in his hands. Apparently, he had found Irvine's favourite, and there was something amusingly appropriate about it. Dark chocolate.

 

Irvine licked his lips and opened his eyes, looking hungrily up at Seifer. The blonde stroked his hand across Irvine's chest, thumbing a pierced nipple and he shivered.

 

“Under all that ice, you're pretty damn responsive, aren't you, Kitten?” Seifer said speculatively, cutting off another square of chocolate and putting it between willingly parted lips and teeth. Irvine closed his lips over the square and the two fingers that put it there, curling his tongue around them and teasing them shamelessly. The mob-boss actually swallowed.

 

The hitman didn't care anymore. It wasn't just the chocolate, it was everything about the man. He was sex on legs and even Irvine couldn't resist forever. He was proud of himself for having resisted thus far.

 

Anyway, he reflected musingly. I were already servicin' him all that time - ain't that just too ironic for words? - so why not service him now…?

 

“Jade…” Irvine murmured, a slow smirk curving his lips. “I know why your boys ain't been able to get in touch with Eve.”

 

“You fucking well said you didn't know her!” Seifer growled, but he didn't sound convincing and his hand stroked up Irvine's side.

 

“Darlin', I know `her' very well. You're sittin' on `her'.”

 

Seifer stared, his hand stilling.

 

“You're…?”

 

“In the flesh, Blondie. Never knew I were workin' for none other than Seifer Almasy, among others… Bit of a stroke to my ego. Your best you say…?”

 

“Obviously not,” was the muttered reply. “Since here you fucking are in jail. And what in the hell was that shit with Tyrone Parker? I said suicide, not explosion!”

 

“Ah… so now I know which contact is yours. You're my best customer, too. And `that shit' with Parker was perfectly legit. It ain't my fault if no fuckin' copper were familiar with Sylvia Plath. Gas leak…” he scoffed. “I made it look like the cocksucker had stuck his head in the gas oven and lit a match.”

 

“Sylvia Plath…?”

 

Irvine rolled his eyes.

 

“Never mind.”

 

“Shut up. Have some more chocolate…” Seifer suggested, pressing a square to Irvine's lips. He grinned and opened his mouth gladly accepting the treat and relaxing into the bed as Seifer sat up again to pull his singlet off.

 

Irvine let out a slow breath and his lips curved in a smile as he reached up to run his hands down Seifer's front, fingertips tracing defined muscles. The man was true perfection; Adonis stepped out of Greek myth and into Irvine's bed.

 

“You're fuckin' amazin'…” the assassin sighed when he finished his chocolate.

 

“I've been trying to tell you that since you got here. But in case you forgot, you kept telling me you `didn't need me'.” They both knew he was fishing for the meaning behind that statement, but Irvine's gaze grew guarded and his jaw clenched. It piqued Seifer's curiosity, but not to the point where he wanted to pursue it and risk losing the chance to fuck Irvine blind.

 

The blonde smirked after a long moment and brought the knife around, working it under Irvine's hair-tie and cutting through it.

 

“Hey!” Irvine groused, fishing in his masses of hair until he pulled out the pieces of ruined tie. “You could have just undone it.”

 

“Oh, get over it. I know you've got a thousand of the bastards.”

 

“Yeah, but this was my favourite.” In truth, it was just the one he'd happened to grab out of the bag of them.

 

“Right,” Seifer said, letting his disbelief show.

 

Irvine chuckled, then hissed slightly as Seifer bent and blew gently over a nipple. At that reaction, the mob boss smirked and took one of the shining rings between his teeth, tugging a little before closing his lips around the nipple. Irvine let his eyes fall shut and he moaned softly, hands curling into loose fists. He couldn't and wouldn't deny that one of the reasons he'd had the piercings done was because they made an already sensitive area more sensitive still, and the gold hoops drew the attentions of any lover to that area.

 

“You like that, do you…?” Seifer purred, cupping the front of Irvine's pants and rubbing gently.

 

“Which…?” Irvine wondered breathlessly, then gave a low cry when Seifer transferred his mouth to the other nipple. “That? Oh… oh, yeah…”

 

“I thought so…” the blonde growled.

 

Irvine pressed his hands against Seifer's back as the skilful tongue and teeth teased each nipple, varying the time spent and what he was doing so the assassin was always taken by surprise. He was soon writhing, fingers digging mercilessly at Seifer's back.

 

“Jade…” he panted. “Jade!”

 

The second cry echoed slightly off the near-bare walls of their cell, and Seifer took a fierce pride in knowing the other inmates couldn't fail to understand what was happening. He was taking what he'd claimed - driving the ice-cold Paris to utter white-hot melting point.

 

He was going to make the man scream for him…

 

He backed off a little and let Irvine take a moment to calm himself so he could cut another square of chocolate. This time, he deposited it in his own mouth and let it melt a little. When Irvine opened his eyes, obviously wondering what was happening, his cell-mate smirked and swooped, kissing the other man fiercely. Whether he tasted the chocolate yet or not, Seifer wasn't sure, but the elegant mouth opened instantly for him, the body beneath him going still more pliant and submissive as his tongue plunged in a dominant, claiming movement. Irvine whimpered and his tongue ran against Seifer's, seeking out the chocolate and the man.

 

The kiss grew hungrier as seconds passed and the chocolate disappeared. Irvine's fingers came into Seifer's hair and he made tiny sounds that caused his cell-mate's blood to boil.

 

“You're sexy as hell, Paris. Just looking at you makes me hard…” Seifer growled against Irvine's mouth when they briefly parted for air.

 

“I know,” was the instant reply, then the assassin was pulling his mouth back down.

 

Seifer didn't let him have control for long. He broke the kiss and licked a path down Irvine's front, gratified when the assassin merely lay there and twisted on the sheets. It surprised Seifer that someone in Irvine's line of work would be so willingly submissive. Miss Lens would have a field day with that… he thought, then made a face and quickly pushed all thought of any woman out of his mind.

 

The mob-boss rested on his elbows, placing the blade of the knife against the buttons of Irvine's fly, waiting until the assassin came back to himself enough to work out what was going on.

 

“You're not-” he started, but broke off when Seifer did indeed cut the threads holding the button to the jeans. “Jade!”

 

Seifer smirked and moved the knife down, watching Irvine closely as he cut the next button free.

 

“I have to wear these!” Irvine protested and made a snatch for the knife, but Seifer jerked it out of the way, then with another deft movement, removed the third button. “Jade!” Another smirk, and the fourth and final button went the way of its predecessors.

 

“What…?” he said innocently.

 

“You want me to go `round naked?” Irvine demanded, flicking one of the lost buttons at Seifer so that it bounced off his forehead.

 

The blonde tossed the knife aside and pounced, a hand pinning each of Irvine's wrists to the mattress.

 

“Yeah. At my heel, to bend over for me whenever I tell you to. And to like it.” He dropped his voice to a purr, running his nose along Irvine's throat and jaw. “And you would, wouldn't you?”

 

Irvine swallowed, his eyes shivering shut as his fingers twitched against Seifer's back. He made no reply, but his reaction spoke for itself.

 

“I bet you like being spanked too…” Seifer continued in the same forbidden purr, easing his hand inside Irvine's jeans, under the prison-issue briefs and around his length. “Tied down and tortured with pleasure until your voice and cock weep for attention… Then fucked hard and rough until you scream like a common whore…”

 

“Jade…” Irvine whispered.

 

“Mmm… I thought so. Maybe next time, sweetheart. I don't have the patience this time.” He brushed his thumb over the tip of Irvine's length and the assassin's hips bucked, his head tossing to the side. “And I don't think you do, either… Why did you fight me when you obviously wanted me so bad…?”

 

Seifer eased Irvine's pants down, pulling off his shoes and socks before tugging away the jeans and briefs so that his prey lay naked before him. He didn't think he had ever seen a man so beautiful, so made for being fucked.

 

“Ev… everyone kept… tellin' me… I should let you, like… fuck me… an' I don't take no… orders from no one… `cept clients and… and… men like… you.”

 

Seifer smirked, kicking off his own shoes and socks and wriggling out of his pants - he didn't like the briefs, so he generally just went without. He settled over Irvine again, stroking his hands down the assassin's uplifted arms.

 

“There are no men like me… Remember that… No one fucks like the Seifer Almasy…”

 

Irvine snorted, but lifted his body a little against Seifer's. He brought his hands down, stroking his fingers into the short blonde hair and gave a delightful little mewling when Seifer's hand returned to his length.

 

“Mmm… Jade…” he whispered, one leg bending at the knee so the thigh brushed along Seifer's hip.

 

“Seifer,” the mob-boss corrected. “Should I call you Eve?”

 

“Fuck off…” Irvine replied lazily.

 

“I can think of better things to fuck…” was the growled reply and Seifer brought one hand around behind Irvine, two fingers teasing at his entrance.

 

He gave a soft gasp and arched reflexively, biting his lower lip and lifting his gaze to Seifer's. His belly flip-flopped at the heat in the jade eyes, emerald fire so hot he could it feel it burn against his skin wherever the blonde's gaze lit.

 

With a slight smirk, the mob boss reached under the mattress half-way down the bed and withdrew a little tube.

 

“I ain't never put that there…” Irvine remarked lazily.

 

“I did. Remember, this bunk used to be mine.”

 

“Oh… mmm…” He nodded slightly, then turned his head aside and hissed when Seifer pressed a slicked finger within him. He squirmed delightfully and Seifer wrapped his other hand around the assassin's length, stroking him slowly in opposition to the hard working of his finger within. When Irvine started to calm a little, he added a second finger, licking his lips as he watched his new lover.

 

“You're so damn fuckable, Cowboy…” he murmured, licking along the assassin's lips from which spilt a soft, agreeable sighing.

 

“Then fuck me…” Irvine replied after a few long moments. “Stop playin'…”

 

“Giving me orders now, bitch…? I'm in charge here…” Seifer growled and, to make his point, rolled the assassin onto his stomach. He had enough thought for the man beneath him to tuck a pillow under Irvine's hips to free his length. Then he thrust his fingers deep within the red-head again, watching him arch and hug the pillow under his head.

 

“Hurry…” the assassin hissed, sending both Seifer's eyebrows into his hairline.

 

“Weren't you listening…?” He prowled over the long, lean killer, pressing his hips hard against the perfect arse and rolling them, teasing, teasing. “I'm in charge, and I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready.”

 

“You… seem pretty ready to me, darlin'… Don't you… wanna be inside me…? Fuck, I want you there…”

 

“You do…?”

 

“Hell, yeah I do…”

 

“Tell me…”

 

“I want you inside've me…”

 

“Inside…?”

 

“Mmm…”

 

“Like this…?” Seifer pressed his fingers hard inside Irvine again, thrusting slowly with them. “Inside?”

 

Irvine actually whined, hands fisting and body twitching.

 

“Seifer… your cock…”

 

“Yes…?”

 

“I want your cock inside've me…” It was a whisper, harsh and fast. Every scrap of the iron control the assassin possessed was lost to him.

 

“Pardon?”

 

“I want your cock inside've me… please…”

 

A satisfied smirk curved the corners of the blond's mouth and he pressed a kiss to Irvine's ear as a reward then thrust into him in one swift stroke. He cried out and arched his hips, easing Seifer's entry. It was evident he'd done this many times before.

 

“Surprised you've got such… a tight arse,” Seifer panted. “When you're obv-obviously such a whore…”

 

“Ha…” Irvine snorted back. “Th-then… Ink's arse must… be pretty… damn loose…”

 

“I don't fucking want you talking about that little bird-shit right now,” the blonde snarled and, wrapping one hand around the assassin's hip and fisting the other beside his head, he began to thrust, hard and merciless.

 

Irvine gave a low, pleased cry and his eyes flickered shut, hips lifting to meet what thrusts he could. Seifer slid the hand up from his hip and into the masses of hair, moving his hand back just enough to pull it taught. The assassin gave a slight moan.

 

“You… can do better than… that…” Seifer hissed. “Moan for me…”

 

Irvine grit his teeth, groaning harshly through them as Seifer pulled a little harder on his hair. He hated it when lovers did that, but with the blonde, it only seemed to add to the pleasure. Another moan broke free of him, louder this time.

 

“Fuck…” the assassin panted, writhing. “Feels so… nn… good…”

 

“Yeah…? How good…?”

 

“So fuckin' good… Harder…”

 

Seifer chuckled but increased his pace, making low sounds from the back of his throat with nearly every thrust of his hips. Irvine went wild beneath him, arching and whimpering in a deep, husky tone.

 

But the mob-boss wanted more.

 

“Touch yourself, Irvine…” he purred into the man's ear. “I know… your cock's gotta… be begging for it…”

 

The assassin moaned and shifted his weight somehow under Seifer's relentless rhythm so he could bring a hand down to wrap around himself.

 

“Seifer…” he whispered as he began to stroke.

 

Their blood quickened, their bodies grew slick, Irvine's more pliant and Seifer's harder, stronger. They seemed to compliment each other in every way and, if they hadn't been so wrapped up in the pleasure that was quickly driving them mindless, they probably would have wondered at that.

 

When Seifer bit the shoulder of the man beneath him, jerking his hair hard enough to tilt his head back, he moaned desperately. When Seifer bit him again, low against the nape of his neck like a wolf claiming the she-wolf beneath him, the assassin gave him what he wanted and screamed his name. After that, it came easily, and now there couldn't be one inmate who didn't know Seifer Almasy was fucking Paris.

 

Irvine felt about to explode, his mind completely lost to him in the tidal wave of burning pleasure this man, this god was giving him. He'd never felt anything like it, never known any fuck to set him on fire like this. But he didn't have time to dwell on it because a shudder ran the length of his spine, then back up again and, with a final cry, his release broke over him.

 

Seifer was right behind him, sounding his pleasure with a long, low groan.

 

They lay panting for quite a while, then finally Seifer rolled onto his back behind the other man, an arm under his head as he contemplated the ceiling.

 

“I need a cigarette…” he decided after a long while, and Irvine snorted.

 

“Well fuck off back to your own bunk to have it, Blondie.”

 

“What, you don't wanna share…?” Seifer purred, shifting onto his side and running a hand up Irvine's spine to finger the bite at the nape of his neck. He hissed and shifted a little, red-gold lashes flickering.

 

“I got my own,” he replied sweetly.

 

Seifer snickered and climbed over Irvine, pressing briefly against his back before he made his way down the ladder and flopped into his own bunk. A slow smirk curved his lips and, suffice it to say, his dreams that night were very sweet indeed.

 

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AN: Blame the title on Eoko. I originally called this chapter Carnal Knowledge, although it is not really an offence...