Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Sexual Harrassment. ( Chapter 12 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

 

Warnings: Li'l more emoness, but ther is some sex to balance it out. XD Lemon~

 

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

 

Parings: Duh.

 

Author's Notes: More laziness and lateness. -dies- I swear the next one will be in a week, at most, and I will get Eoko to contribute... >_> You believe me... right?

 

Chapter 13 - Sexual Harrassment.

 

Javier's fingers were twisted in his hair and his borrowed shirt, his tears damp on the assassin's neck, and Irvine was terrified that at any minute, someone would walk past. But he couldn't stand to leave the kid alone in this state. He continued to stroke Javier's back, letting him calm a little, then he shifted. Javier made a tiny sound and clutched tighter at him.

 

“Don't worry,” Irvine soothed. “I ain't goin' nowhere. But my foot's goin' numb. Let's get you on the bed, okay?”

 

Javier just nodded and he allowed Irvine to stand him up and help him over to the bed, sitting him down. The assassin sat beside him and Javier half-curled into his lap, trembling.

 

“I'm… s-sorry… sorry… I-it… s-sometimes… just… just hi-its me…” Javier whispered as his tears began to dry up. “I… k-killed her… e-even before her… her life got started… I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, but I still… I… did it. I did it!”

 

“Javier…” Irvine murmured into his hair. “Shh… Javier… I know it's hard… but you're payin' now. And… and… What's her name…? Gwena…?” Javier nodded slightly. “Gwena'll be with you all your life. You'n Ink - Zell. You'n Zell can adopt a little girl who maybe wouldn't have a life if you didn't, and try to make up some for it that way. It was a mistake, a big mistake, but it was a mistake. Millions of kids drive when they've had to much. You just, like, drove the wrong way at the wrong time… And copped a judge with PMS, by the sound of it…”

 

Javier gave a damp chuckle.

 

“Wanted… to m-make an example o-f me…” he said hesitantly, relaxing his hold a little, but making no move to shift away.

 

- - - - - - -

 

“But you gotta teeell me what it was liiike…” Giggles was whining at Seifer when Zell left them, actually sitting on his knees and bouncing there. She was the only person in all of creation he knew of that would get away with bouncing on Seifer's knees.

 

“I don't gotta tell you anything, Giggles,” Seifer replied, patting her head, and the tattooed guard chuckled, shaking his head as he walked away.

 

His sharp ears picked up on Paris' sultry tones in his cell before he could hear the words, and it made him hurry his steps. If that bastard was messing with Javier…

 

“…Ink - Zell. You'n Zell can adopt a little girl who maybe wouldn't…”

 

Zell stopped still about three seconds before he would have stepped into their view, and his eyes got wider and wider as the assassin went on. There was a current of sniffling underneath his words - Javier.

 

“But… b-but…”

 

“Shh…” Irvine murmured. “You're sorry for what you did, Jay. That's the most important thing… It shows you ain't a cold, heartless bastard.”

 

Like me.

 

He didn't say the words, but they hung thick in the air, almost tangible.

 

“I don't think you're a cold, heartless bastard…” Javier whispered after a long silence. “You've been nice to me.”

 

“Yeah…” Irvine said softly, then more harshly: “Yeah, and don't you go tellin' no one `bout it or you'll find out how un-nice I can be.”

 

Javier giggled.

 

“Un-nice isn't a word!”

 

“It are now.”

 

“It is now.”

 

“I know it are.”

 

The younger man was giggling again and Zell could only blink, totally shocked. Was this the same Paris? Surely it couldn't be. Surely the cold arsehole who'd been striding around their prison like he owned it couldn't be the same one in there, teasing Javier playfully. The guard pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and swore when it hurt.

 

“Zell?” Javier's voice enquired and Zell clapped a hand over his mouth, then realised he better make it look like he just rolled up.

 

“The one and on- Paris?” Zell said as he walked in, looking oddly at the assassin, who was leaning against a wall with one foot propped against it and a cigarette between his lips.

 

“The one and only,” was the mocking reply.

 

“What are you doing here…?”

 

“Fuckin' your bitch, what's it look like?”

 

Zell fisted his hands, but Javier went to him and touched his chest.

 

“He was not…” the man said, rolling his eyes. “I'm lending him some clothes, since Jade made rags outta his. You know he cut the buttons off Paris' jeans?”

 

Zell smirked and gave a little snicker.

 

“Zell!” Javier cried rolling his eyes.

 

“Whore…” Irvine sneered at Zell, curling his lip.

 

“Ha, that's rich coming from the man who screamed so loud for Jade, it echoed off the walls and all the way down to the duty station.”

 

Irvine smirked.

 

“You're just pissed `cause it weren't you screamin' so loud for Jade, it echoed off the walls and all the way down to the duty station.”

 

Zell was on him in a second, fisting a hand in his singlet and jerking him down to the guard's level. He was just about to snarl something nasty at Irvine when he copped a smack around the head.

 

“Zell! Back off!” Javier snapped. “What is it with inmates and their pissing contests?! More than that, what is it with you buying into them?! He's fucking baiting you and if you're stupid enough to fall for it, then you're no better than some of the dickhead thugs that belong in here!”

 

Zell let go of the assassin and both men stared at Javier, who glared at his lover, then turned to Irvine and smiled a little, handing over a set of clothes.

 

“Javier-” Zell started

 

The younger man ignored him and, in fact, spoke over him.

 

“Might be a little short in the legs, but it's better than nothing, right?” He glanced at Zell, then dragged Irvine outside the cell by his wrist, giving the blonde a warning look when he made to follow. “Listen, Irvine… I know you don't much like it, but… you oughtta be good to Seifer… He'll… he'll be good to you, if you are and… the others won't touch you…”

 

Irvine said nothing, only looked at him and Javier sighed, shaking his head. He glanced around, then hugged the assassin tightly, at which Irvine blinked and also looked hastily around. When he realised no one was around, he hugged Javier back, though very briefly, then stepped away from him, turned and sauntered off, stubbing his cigarette against a wall as he walked, then flicking the butt over the rail so it fell to the floor below.

 

“Am I missing something?” Zell enquired when Javier returned, elbow against the top bunk and hand in hair. His singlet clung to his form.

 

“Bitch business,” Javier said matter-of-factly, then as he was straightening the bed, he ventured hesitatingly; “Paris… he's so pretty…”

 

“Not as pre-”

 

“Shut up, Zell. I'm not asking for reassurance. I wasn't finished. I was going to say; he's so pretty, but… his behaviour'll get him killed and… and… I kinda think he doesn't care…”

 

“Do you?” Zell wondered, arching both brows. Javier straightened, his hands fisted before him.

 

“Don't tell anyone, Zell… He'd kill me but… he was nice to me. I mean really nice.”

 

Zell smiled and gathered Javier close, stroking his hair.

 

“I know. I heard. It's pretty weird, actually.”

 

Javier just nodded against Zell's shoulder.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Irvine headed straight for the shower to wash away the horrid feeling of being nice. He hadn't been nice for years. Damn that little fuck and his big green eyes! And damn him for looking so much like-

 

The assassin derailed that train of thought very quickly and stripped then, leaving his clothes where they would remain dry, he stepped into the showers and turned on the hot water.

 

Somehow, it was hardly a surprise when a large hand stroked down his back, then back up to trace the lines of the bronco. A strong body pressed against his back, stronger evidence of lust against his arse.

 

“Fuckin' randy, ain't'cha?” Irvine muttered. “I'm tryin' to wash my hair.”

 

“I don't care.”

 

“I know you don't.”

 

Irvine put up with Seifer's wandering hands for a little while longer, rather enjoying the touch, but then he turned, wrapped a hand around the mob boss's cock, and jerked hard on it.

 

“Ow! Fuck! You little-”

 

Irvine put a finger across Seifer's lips, smirking and he shifted his grip a little, reminding him what the assassin held.

 

“I ain't your bitch, Seifer. Don't go thinkin' just `cause you fucked me once, you can fuck me wheneverthehell you want. I ain't gonna walk `round this joint like I got a stick up my arse because you don't got no restraint. Talk to me again in twelve hours or so, and I might be more obligin', got it? Until then, be good, and wash my hair for me…”

 

Seifer glared at him.

 

“Please…?” he said, cocking his head a little and pouting. “How `bout if I promise to suck you off if you do…?”

 

“I thought you said you'd be more obliging in twelve hours…”

 

“Lucky for you, I thought of a compromise. I'm too lazy to wash my own hair, if I can, like, help it.”

 

Seifer nodded slowly and Irvine smiled sweetly, turning and handing Seifer shampoo and conditioner.

 

“Uh…”

 

“Shampoo first, idiot…” Irvine muttered, rolling his eyes.

 

Seifer growled at him, but squeezed some of the shampoo into his hands. He soon discovered that washing Irvine's hair was not without its perks. He made all those sounds he made when he was being fucked and, in fact, behaved much as though he were being fucked, arching his back and pressing his hands to the shower wall tiles. The mob boss was unspeakably glad Irvine had promised to suck him off after this, because his reaction was damn painful.

 

He rinsed Irvine's hair carefully, then reached for the conditioner bottle and worked that through as well, again to a chorus of little sounds and wrigglings. He was actually kind of proud of himself for not just slamming Irvine against the tiled walls and fucking his brains out. Of course, once he'd had that thought, more primal instincts took over.

 

Irvine growled when Seifer pushed him forward and opened his mouth to protest, but he moaned instead when the mob boss pressed a soapy finger within him.

 

“Seifer,” he warned through gritted teeth, but it sounded very insincere when another moan followed in its wake, along with a buck of his hips brought on by a second finger inside of him. “Seifer…” he said again, but now it was a whisper.

 

“Just hold on,” Seifer advised, and buried himself to the hilt in the water-slick assassin.

 

Irvine cried out, arching his back and he forced Seifer back a couple of steps so he was bent slightly at the waist, arms outstretched to hold him against the wall. Seifer ran his tongue along his upper-teeth and held Irvine's hips, thrusting into him hard and strong.

 

“Bastard…” Irvine ground out, tossing his head to flick his hair back over his shoulders.

 

“Shut up and moan for me,” Seifer growled back. His lover was helpless to do anything else, and he did moan, lifting his hips to Seifer's movements as the water cascaded down on them.

 

Seifer slid a hand around Irvine's hip to wrap his fingers about the assassin's length, stroking in time with his thrusts. Irvine moaned the louder, fingers flexing against the tiles and some rational part of his mind remarked that he must have known this would happen when he asked Seifer to wash his hair.

 

Then there were no rational parts of his mind left, because they all left him with a cry of Seifer's name as he released, the blonde's own groan ringing in his ears a split-second later.

 

They both sank to the tiles, panting, and Irvine ran his hand through his hair, eyelids flickering.

 

“I didn't say you could fuck me,” he said when he could talk again.

 

“You moaned just the same, though…” Seifer replied with a self-satisfied smirk. “C'mon, you can't tell me you don't enjoy it…”

 

Irvine said nothing.

 

“You do realise you're using up all the hot water, right…?”

 

Their eyes snapped open.

 

“Like it matters! That was hooot!”

 

“Oh, kill me now…” Irvine groaned.

 

“Then who would kill me…?” Seifer replied, casually crossing one leg over the other to hide his masculinity.

 

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…”

 

“Fuck off, Giggles…” Seifer muttered.

 

“You're still using up the hot water…”

 

“You too, Perv.”

 

“I wish I'd had a video camera! Is there surveillance in here, Perv?”

 

“No, Giggles, there isn't, because someone was recording it and feeding it to the internet for three dollars an hour. She nearly got fired, but luckily for her, her partner made it look like hackers.”

 

“Ohh, yeah… Thanks, Perv!” Kitty cried, and tackle-hugged her partner.

 

“Alright. Let's kill her instead… together,” Irvine suggested.

 

“And suffer Ink and Perv's wrath? I don't think so,” Seifer replied, standing and turning off the hot water. He brushed past the two guards to get to the towels, and didn't even react when both their nightsticks swatted his behind as he passed.

 

“Isn't that, like, sexual harassment or somethin'…?”

 

“Better the devil you know, Paris. At least these two are helpful and somewhat nice, if deranged. Imagine if we got them fired, and they were replaced by two more Captain Hardarses…”

 

“True,” Irvine agreed, then he stood as well, although he gave Kitty and Eoko a wide berth so as not to suffer Seifer's fate. Kitty giggled and Eoko just smirked.

 

“See you boys at mealtime,” she said, then took hold of Kitty's wrist and dragged her off.

 

“How much do you think they saw…?” Irvine ventured as they dressed.

 

“Probably the whole damn lot. Get used to it. They're good at sneaking.”