Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. ❯ Possession of an Illegal Substance. ( Chapter 14 )

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

 

Warnings: Foul language.

 

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

 

Parings: Duh.

 

Author's Notes: Uhh... yeah... long time. Sorry.

 

Chapter 15: Possession of an Illegal Substance.

 

“Oh, for fuck's sake, don't even, Jade…” Irvine growled, looking away from the cool green eyes that studied him. “I got no patience. I got no energy. I got no nothin' to give you, and, even if I did, I wouldn't after that fuckin' shit in the shower!”

 

“Like you didn't enjoy it…”

 

“Like that means you can do it whenever you want! Fuck! Just stay there, alright, and leave me alone!”

 

Irvine stalked across their cell and clambered up the ladder, aware of Seifer's eyes on him the whole way. And he couldn't say he was really surprised when, after he heard the thud of the book being dropped to the floor, Seifer appeared, arms folded over the edge of his bunk.

 

“He fuck you?”

 

“You already know he did…” Irvine murmured, turning away. “I need a shower.”

 

Seifer looked significantly at the bars as they rolled shut, though the movement was useless, since Irvine wasn't even looking at him.

 

“Too bad,” he murmured.

 

“No fuckin' kiddin'. Short little shithead wouldn't just get it over with!”

 

“He never does.”

 

“Oh, and you'd know, wouldn't you. Fuckin' whore. Piss off.”

 

Seifer blinked, taken aback at the tone of Irvine's voice.

 

“I didn't think it was possible for you to be in more of a shitty mood than usual, yet here it is. What's up your arse?”

 

“Everyfuckin'one!” Irvine snarled, rolling to face him and pushing him hard. He was so unprepared for it that he toppled backward and landed with a thud, barely managing to catch himself so he didn't crack his head on the solid floor. “Piss off! I just want to sleep!”

 

And he rolled away again, tugging his blankets over himself and refusing to say or do anything more, despite the various ways Seifer tried to get his attention. In the end, Irvine slept like a log, totally exhausted from the last couple of days, but Seifer slept like crap, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

 

- - - - - - -

 

“Seifer… Oh… oh, do that again…”

 

“Do what? This…?”

 

“Mmm… that… Hell, yeah…”

 

“You're beautiful…”

 

“I know…Oh, Seifer…”

 

“I love the way you say my name…”

 

“…Seifer…”

 

“Mmm…”

 

“Don't stop…”

 

“I'd never.”

 

“Don't… d-don't stop…”

 

- - - - - - -

 

“…Oh… Oh, Seifer…”

 

Having not slept very well, Seifer was watching the cell bars avidly as the light began to grow, signalling morning, and the words from the top bunk rang clear in the early-morning silence. The mob boss stilled, staring at the bottom of the mattress above him now and wondering if he was so tired, he was hallucinating.

 

“…Seifer…”

 

Seifer blinked several times, licking his lips.

 

“Don't stop…”

 

Shifting, Seifer wondered at the fact that just the breathy voice could warm him and, when Irvine moved slightly, he knew the assassin was waking from whatever dream he was entangled in.

 

“Don't… d-don't stop…”

 

It must be a really good dream, Seifer reflected and Irvine shifted again, groaning softly. The mob boss was just about to kick the mattress so he didn't have to listen to those - fucking hot, sexy, turn-me-on, damn-I-wanna-fuck-him - annoying noises anymore when Irvine cursed, signalling that he had woken.

 

Seifer watched as the assassin flipped off the top bunk and landed soundlessly on the floor. He straightened and stretched and Seifer couldn't resist asking;

 

“Sleep well?”

 

Irvine just shot him his very best lava-freezing glare and draped his arms over the bars, peering out to see if any guards were moving, and if they were, who they were. It would probably be just his luck, he thought, that after a dream like that, it would be Kitty and Eoko.

 

And what was with that dream anyway?

 

He growled and started to move away from the bars, but Seifer pressed against his back, curling his hands around the bars and holding Irvine pinned there.

 

“Going to have that shower…?” he wondered silkily into the assassin's ear.

 

“Yes,” Irvine said shortly, and they both stepped back as the bars rolled open, though Seifer remained pressed against him.

 

“Can I-”

 

“No.”

 

“Try and stop me.”

 

Irvine smiled slightly and went to Javier and Zell's cell, nodding his head to the pair as they exited. They both looked at him oddly, at which he wasn't surprised, since anything even approaching civility was not natural to him.

 

“Hate to put the pair of you out,” he drawled, ignoring Seifer's hand which was creeping closer to the front of his pants. Javier's eyes followed it. “But could you possibly keep this horndog off my arse for ten minutes while I go and shower…? I want my damn breakfast, but I need a shower, and if he… Well, there won't be time for breakfast.”

 

Zell grinned and Javier giggled. The former stepped forward, prying Seifer's hands off the assassin and ignoring his growling curses.

 

“C'mon, Jade. You gotta give him five minutes alone…” Zell said as Irvine strode off.

 

“I do not.”

 

“What if you hurt him…?” Javier said softly as Zell dragged the mob boss towards their breakfast.

 

“So what if I do?”

 

Javier twitched and dropped his eyes, biting his lower lip, then he tried again.

 

“Don't you care about him?”

 

“Why should I?”

 

“But-”

 

“He's just a fuck, Skid,” Seifer said flatly, as though telling him the sky was blue and the grass was green.

 

Javier plucked at his singlet and sighed as Zell slipped an arm around him, the tattooed blond having decided Seifer would go the rest of the way to breakfast without his assistance, now that the smell of it was in their noses.

 

“I don't want him to hurt Paris…” Javier said softly.

 

“That's up to Paris to decide,” Zell replied, looking oddly at Javier. “What's gotten into you? You know how things work. You know how Jade works.”

 

“I… I know, but… Paris… he was so nice to me and I… I don't want Jade to hurt him like that…”

 

Zell smiled, pulling Javier against him.

 

“Protective of him…?”

 

Javier blushed at the tone of Zell's voice.

 

“Don't tease me! I can't explain it… I just…” He gestured helplessly as they entered the dining room, Seifer making a beeline towards the food in front of them.

 

“I know,” Zell said softly, kissing his hair. “I know…”

 

- - - - - - -

 

Irvine was enjoying a couple of hours of peace, since Seifer was working. He lay on his back, reading the book that had been in Seifer's hands the night before. It was the worst kind of romance novel, and the fact that the mob boss had been reading it was a source of great amusement to the assassin. But then, he had to admit, it wasn't as if they had a lot to do in here…

 

Except each other. Stupid dream…

 

“Iiirvyyy…”

 

Oh for…

 

“Iiirvyyy Kinnyyy-Pooo!”

 

“Go away, Giggles.”

 

“Can't. You got a visitor.”

 

The diminuitive guard - weren't there rules about that? You must be this tall to guard? - entered the cell and rapped lightly against the mattress base beneath him, smiling up to him as he leant over to look at her. He wondered if she had been so lax as to come get him alone, but then he heard movement and her partner appeared, leaning in the `doorway'.

 

“Damn Ferret… How the hell he get this in anyway?” she muttered, waving what must be the cause of her delay - a packet of white powder.

 

“I thought the boss stopped him having visitors…” Kitty said in confusion, wandering over to poke at the drugs as Irvine flipped from the bunk behind her.

 

“He did. And all his mail is checked.”

 

“Associates!” the smaller woman squealed, gesturing with her nightstick.

 

“How astute…” Irvine muttered, yawning expansively.

 

“I know!” Kitty replied, either totally oblivious to his sarcasm, or choosing to ignore it.

 

“Oh, come on…” Irvine muttered. “Let's go.”

 

“Right!”

 

Kitty marched off, her nightstick over her shoulder and her uniform hat askew on her streaked hair. Irvine wondered, not for the first time, how in the hell she'd ever gotten a job at all, let alone one in a maximum security prison.

 

Aha! It was the sunshine-yellow suited reporter! Today, her short-skirted, low-necklined suit was fairy-floss pink. She really was very sexy… Irvine reflected as he sat, growling when Kitty ruffled his hair before wandering off.

 

The assassin just gloried in her nearly-unclothed presence, then decided he might marry her when she slid several chocolate bars across the table. He wondered if criminals could get married. Mmm… conjugal visits…

 

“Sooo…” the woman said, beaming at him. “Wanna tell me about the conditions here…?”

 

“Well, Miss. Tilmitt… to tell you the truth, they're not that bad. Some of the food is a li'l questionable, and a couple of the guards have anger management problems… But, like, most of them are alright.”

 

She stared at him.

 

“But… but your face…”

 

Irvine looked blankly at her, then remembered Seifer's less than gentle reactions to him and smirked slightly, tonguing the half-healed cut to his lip.

 

“Cellmate. He… gets a bit irritated…”

 

“Want to tell me about that?!” she asked, sounding far too eager.

 

“Not really,” he said, because he certainly had no wish to discuss one Seifer Almasy's behaviour. He may enjoy pushing Seifer's anger-buttons, but he had no desire to get himself killed because he went blabbing about the King Pins to some snappily-dressed, pert-arsed little reporter.

 

“I gave you your chocolate!” she protested, and he quickly lashed out and pulled it into his lap before she could decide to take it back.

 

“It's not worth my arse, chicky. You're askin' me to rat on important people here…”

 

“You promised!”

 

“I did no such thing. I don't see no contract in writin'. We didn't even shake on it. Guard!”

 

“Irviiine…” Selphie whined, leaning forward and flashing her cleavage at him. He certainly didn't refrain from taking it all in, but he only smiled sweetly and shrugged a bit.

 

“Missed your chance, darlin',” he said as Kitty took his arm and he stood. “I'm in it now…” And he sauntered off, complete with chocolate. Seifer could no longer ransom his arse for chocolate.

 

Irvine smirked. At least the visit had been worth it.

 

“Oh, what's this?!”

 

Irvine snapped out of his reverie and blinked, realising Eoko and Kitty were standing in front of him just before the yard gate.

 

“Huh…?”

 

“Contraband!” Kitty squealed, prodding the chocolate bars he held cradled against his stomach.

 

“What?! It ain't-”

 

“We have to check that for drugs,” Eoko said seriously.

 

“They would've checked before lettin' it through!” Irvine protested.

 

Kitty giggled, predictably enough, and reached out to take his chocolate, silencing his protests with a prod of her nightstick to his navel.

 

“We don't trust them, do we Perv?”

 

“Nup. Don't trust `em at all.”

 

Then it clicked and Irvine scowled.

 

“You just don't want Jade to lose his advantage!” he accused. The women grinned, then opened the gate and ushered him through. Eoko stopped to secure it while Kitty skipped off across the yard with his chocolate. “Bitches…” he growled as Eoko passed him. She just grinned at him, winking as she politely tipped her hat, then strode off, swinging her nightstick.

 

Irvine withdrew a smoke and lit it, sticking it between petulant lips and glaring his best glare at Eoko's retreating back. Damn freakish guards and their weird fetishes… It wouldn't surprise him if they went to a broom cupboard somewhere and got each other off with their nightsticks once they were done watching inmates fuck…

 

“At least they didn't hit you…” an altogether too perky voice commented.

 

“Fuck off, Ink…” Irvine muttered, striding across the yard.

 

Zell smirked, watching that unbelievable arse sashay its way back inside.

 

He really was built to be fucked… by Seifer.

 

- - - - - - -

 

“Jade!”

 

Seifer curled his lip, but he knew if he ignored the little twit, she'd only pursue him until he had a headache from her pestering.

 

“Giggles…” he said by way of greeting.

 

“Got something for you,” Eoko said as he turned to face them.

 

Kitty held up several more varieties of chocolate and he arched both brows.

 

“I didn't even make an order…” he said slowly.

 

“Windfall,” Kitty replied, and dumped the chocolate in his arms. “You didn't get it from us!” She winked and skipped off, Eoko at her heels.

 

Seifer looked at the chocolate in his hands, then chuckled and headed for his cell to stash it.