Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Driving Under the Influence. ( Chapter 11 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

 

Warnings: Emo chapter is emo. ALSO! More swearing. There is so much swearing in this fic...

 

Disclaimer: We don't own FF8, it belongs to Square, nor do we make any money off this fic.

 

Parings: Duh.

 

Author's Notes: Yeah, I was too lazy to get Eoko to add notes this time, plus it's really late... again. I's sorry.

 

Chapter 12 - Driving Under the Influence.

 

“Hey, Jade,” Zell greeted, leaning against the cell door.

 

“Ink.”

 

“Man, you're the only one that can pull off being extremely pissed and extremely pleased at the same time.”

 

“Not so hard when you're pissed at one thing, and pleased about another,” Seifer said, only growling slightly.

 

“Is this about me and Lock yesterday?” the shorter man asked, stepping into the cell and over to Seifer's bunk. “It's not my fault, you know. Least not totally.”

 

“If you wanted it that bad you could have tried a little harder.”

 

“Pu-lease. Why should I have to try so hard to get you to fuck me when Lock is four cells down, willing and ready?” Zell snorted and dropped down onto the mattress next to the mob boss, laying back and holding his weight up on his elbows.

 

Seifer turned around to glare at him. “I'm better than that little shit is,” he growl more evident this time.

 

“You're only better than him when you're actually going to fuck me. You were far more interested in Paris. Speaking of which, it looks like, feels like, and sounds like - from what I hear - that you finally banged cowboy-toy.”

 

“Finally? Fuck finally. He hasn't been in here that long.”

 

“You had me the first night I was in.”

 

“You were the one that offered, you little whore. It's not my fault you're such a slut or that I'm such a sex god.” Seifer grinned over at the younger man.

 

“And so modest too. So, then, is word on the block right? You get a piece of that sweet, little arse you've been after?”

 

The grin became more prominent over Seifer's features. “Damn right I did. And damn was he good. Fuck, if you weren't so busy being such a slut you would have heard him, and damn if he don't make the sexiest fucking sounds-”

 

“Screamer or moaner?” Zell inquired.

 

“Both. Damn, yeah. Both, and he always made the right one to drive me just that little bit further off the edge.”

 

“That good, hm? That's interesting.”

 

Seifer wheeled in an instant and pinned the guard down in the next second. “Fuck, no. I know that tone. You don't get a piece of him `til I say so, understand?” And to emphasize his point he lifted Zell's shoulders slightly and slammed him back into the bunk.

 

Zell brought his hand across his body, under Seifer's, and used it to push the taller man off of him and away. “Fuck up, Seifer! You are bloody obsessed! How many bitches you had the last year, huh? I think I remember how it goes. Fuck,” he sighed the last word, shaking his head.

 

“I get it, Jade. I been in here long enough to follow the rules you lay out, except the really stupid ones, so you can fucking stop reminding me what they are every time your cowboy-toy bitch comes up, you understand?” he shot back mockingly.

 

Seifer sneered at the pissed blond, then looked past him and out towards the hall. “Fuck. Yeah, yeah I get it. Am I being that bad?”

 

“Yeah, you are. But Paris is the most gorgeous creature to step foot through those doors. He even beats Skid, just, and that's saying something coming from me.”

 

“You and that little virgin boy.”

 

“He ain't a virgin now and he wasn't a virgin when he came in. Fuck that's old.”

 

“He still looks like a virgin.”

 

“No, he looks innocent. And compared to ninety-nine point eight percent of the people around him, he is.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. I don't care whether he was or not. He's like what now? Fifteen?” Seifer asked with a smirk.

 

Zell narrowed his eyes at the mob boss and sighed tiredly. These little quips really were old. “Twenty-two, and you know it.”

 

“Cradle robber,” Seifer said grinning.

 

“He's only three years younger than me. I ain't no cradle robber. Just because you said he was too young for you when he came in doesn't make him too young for me. Speaking of pretty, young things, where is your new bitch at? Not bowing down at your feet twenty-four seven yet?”

 

“He's older than you, I bet, and he ain't little. And I dunno where he is. He still doesn't like me.”

 

“After that phenomenal fuck? I bow down to his restraint and willpower.” Zell shifted his arms, crossing them behind his head and laying back on them. “Maybe he's playing hard to get. You're pretty hot when you're unbelievably pissed, if not a bit dangerous too.”

 

Seifer cocked a brow then shook his head. “I found out his favorite chocolate.”

 

“Yeah? How'd you manage that?”

 

“He almost had an orgasm when I shoved it in his mouth.” Seifer grinned broadly.

 

Zell chuckled and tilted his head to look up at the taller man. “So romantic, Jade. So, which is it?”

 

“Opposite of yours.”

 

“Dark?” the younger blond asked, then stuck out his tongue. “Fitting really. Dark for the criminal, white for the guard. Suppose you want more dark chocolate then.” At Seifer's nod he shook his head and smiled.

 

“You could ask Perv and Giggles yourself, you know.” He chuckled at the face Seifer pulled at the suggestion.

 

“Then they'd want to watch me and Paris, and I don't think he's interested in putting on a show. Unlike you and your little Skiddles-”

 

“Hey, only I can call him Skiddles. And it's a good thing I found that little exhibitionist in him. Keeps the girls entertained so the rest of you can have some privacy.”

 

“Only until they want a little variety and go lurking elsewhere.”

 

“Well, Blaze and Prof put on a good show. And you and me could always give them an eyeful.”

 

“You and I,” came a voice to the side.

 

Zell grinned and turned to face the visitor. “Sorry, Giggles, but you just aren't my type.”

 

- - - - - - -

 

“Hey,” came a soft voice from his right, but Irvine made no motion to face said voice or even acknowledge it.

 

“I, um, heard you yesterday,” the voice said, coming a little nearer but not too close.

 

“You and most of the cell block,” the assassin retorted, still not looking at the younger man.

 

“Well, I suppose-”

 

“What do you want?”

 

“Oh, uh… well. I thought that since I'm Ink's and you're Jade's, and Ink and Jade are friends-”

 

“You thought us bitches could buddy up? Fuck that. I ain't Jade's bitch. I don't, like, belong to that arrogant motherfucker. He fucked me once, you hear me? Once. That don't make me his.” Irvine turned a menacing glare on the other man.

 

Javier looked down at the grass and twisted the toe of his shoe into the green blades. “You didn't sound too unhappy with the situation…” he mumbled.

 

“Bein' happy with a fuck and with bein' someone's bitch aren't even close to the same thing. He's good, it was good. Whatever. You tellin' me you like bein' Ink's little piece of arse twenty-four seven?” Irvine crossed his arms and cocked a brow at the other inmate.

 

Javier looked up at him, face set in determination. “I am not his `little piece of arse'. Ink protects me. He looks after me, takes care of me, cares about me. And if I don't want to, then he won't.”

 

Irvine rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Right. You're a regular, happy couple. I'm so sure. You think he sees it like that? He's just a slut. Sleeps with you when he feels like it, with Jade when he can beg his way into his bed, and who was it yesterday? Wasn't Lock poundin' your precious Ink into his bunk less than twenty-four hours ago?”

 

“Shut up! It's not like that! He has needs I can't fulfill. If it wasn't like this- if we weren't inside he wouldn't!”

 

“Oh sure. You'd be the perfect little pair of love birds if you were on the outside. That whore'd be two timing you in no time flat.”

 

Without any warning, Javier's hand shot out from his side to strike Irvine across the face. The younger man stood staring, then jerked his hand back, looking at it like it was possessed.

 

The assassin turned on him and fisted his hands in his singlet. “Do you have any idea what I'm in here for, you little shit?” he hissed, face less than an inch from the other man's.

 

“You're a hitman,” Javier whispered, eyes shaking a little with fear and shining with unshed tears of worry.

 

Said hitman paused, staring at the dark haired inmate. “You knew and you hit me?”

 

“You deserved it, you arsehole!” Javier screamed and tried to struggle free of the assassin's grip. “Let me go!”

 

Irvine uncurled his fingers just as the younger man gave a particularly hard jerk of his body and smirked as he stumbled back, but just stopped himself from falling to the ground.

 

“I can't tell if you're, like, brave or just plain stupid.” He glanced around, checking to see if any serious attention was being drawn to them, then glared at the idiot that had hit him.

 

“What is wrong with you? I'm trying to be friendly here. I get you work alone and shit but this isn't work. This is your life now and it's important to make friends in here.”

 

“Make friends, bend over to Jade, put up with Captain Hardarse. It's all a bunch of bullshit. I don't need friends, the only thing Jade's good for is entertainment and destroying my clothes-”

 

“Wanna borrow a pair of mine?”

 

“What?”

 

“Do you want to borrow a pair of my stuff til you get issued another set? I'm sure Ink can get it pretty quick. But I'm probably closest to your size for now.”

 

Irvine contemplated the offer. At the moment he was down to Ink's borrowed singlet and one pair of pants. Fucking Almasy ruining his clothing.

 

“Come on,” Javier offered, heading back to the cell block. “What did he do to your clothes anyway?”

 

The assassin joined the dark haired man as they headed inside. “Tore my shirt off and cut the buttons off my pants-”

 

“Oh! Well I can mend those. The pants I mean. I do a bit of that in my spare time. Like Jade and his metalworking.”

 

Irvine glanced over at the other inmate and cocked a brow. “You are so stereotypically gay.”

 

Javier pouted at him, then reached out, grabbing his hand and tugging him into his cell. “Here we are,” he said cheerily and left the hitman standing just inside the bars while he rummaged through his clothing.

 

The auburn haired inmate looked around the cell. It was obvious Javier had decorated and made himself at home. There was a poster of some pretty Asian guy and a few odds and ends on the desk that made it look more like a bedroom than a prison cell.

 

“What are you in for?”

 

Javier paused in his rummaging, staring down at the drawer of his and a few of Zell's things. It took him a long time to answer and when he did it was nothing but a whisper. “… I killed some people…”

 

“Yeah fucking right. You?”

 

The young man turned glistening eyes on the hitman. “It was an accident.” His voice was almost pleading. “I'd been partying, drinking… I was driving home and I hit another car. A woman and her… her three year old daughter. Th-the woman, Tanya, died on impact... and Gwena died at the hospital…” that was all he could get out before he succumbed to his sobs and crumbled further onto his knees.

 

Irvine looked down at the younger inmate. “Hey, stop that. Stop crying like some baby,” he said, voice cold and hard. When that did nothing to stunt the other man's sobs he sighed and looked around uncomfortably.

 

“Come on. It was an accident, you said so. So stop bawling over it.”

 

“I-I… she was only three. I knew… I knew I had too much. I should never have tried t-to drive home.” He buried his face in his hands and cried harder.

 

Irvine turned a little to look over his shoulder. No one was really around, most of them out in the yard. He sighed mentally and stepped closer to Javier, sinking down onto his knees.

 

“Hey,” he said, voice warming from its usual tone. The assassin reached out and placed his hand on the dark haired man's shaking shoulder. “Hey now. Shh,” he soothed. “You didn't mean it. It was an accident.”

 

He blinked as the other inmate turned under his hand and in no time had wrapped his arms around his body and buried his tearstained face against his neck and shoulder. Irvine hesitated a moment more, then slowly wrapped his arms around Javier's body. He stroked one hand up and down his spine gently. “Shh… shh… easy there. You're okay. Yeah, good. Deep breaths… Shhh.”