Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ First Impressions ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CHAPTER 2: First impressions

Everything about Seifer Almasy was golden. He had naturally sun streaked golden blond hair and his skin was the color of lightly toasted bread, his eyes were the only thing that weren't golden they were the color of fresh limes. He was classically handsome and he knew it, he had finely chiseled cheekbones and his chin stuck out at an arrogant angle. He was 6' 4” and carried himself like men who were comfortable with their height, with pride and self-assurance.

Unlike Squall who wanted to be a cop since childhood the only thing Seifer wanted was not to be a major fucking disappointment to his dad.

He had gone to the University of Texas on a football scholarship and was well on his way to playing pro ball when one morning he woke up and wondered what the fuck he was doing. It's not that he didn't love playing football because he did. But he also knew that one injury and he would be out of the game.

His junior year in college he talked to a guidance councilor about other options and she had suggested a myriad of different possibilities. The one that stuck with him was law enforcement, he quickly switched majors to and after graduating he went into the academy and became a cop.

After five years on the force he found that his possibility for promotion was a long time coming. There were older more seasoned officers on the force and then he had the stigma of being Jack Almasy's son. He made the decision that a change of scenery would be nice and put in a transfer to San Francisco.

Here it was a week later and he was meeting with Sergeant Seagill. He had come here directly from the airport and he felt like shit. He had jet lag and hadn't taken a shower yet, so much for first impressions.

“Mr. Almasy I see from your file that you were on the force for five years and hadn't been promoted. Is there a reason for that that I should be aware of?”

“No sir. I was passed over several times mostly because of my age. They didn't think a `snot nosed' kid could cut it at being a detective.” Seifer answered.

Kiro's raised an amused eyebrow, “I see. It says here that you played football while you were at U of T. Used to play a little ball myself but mine was basketball. Well come on and I'll introduce you to the rest of the troops.” He finished warmly.

They were about to enter the squad room when Kiro's got called away. “Go on in and I'll be right there.” He instructed turned and walked back in the direction of his office.

Seifer entered the squad room and saw something that in his five years on the force in Austin he had never seen before. Perched on the Sergeants desk was the prettiest man he had ever seen in his life. Hell forget that this guy was down right beautiful. And what the fuck was he was doing? Holy hell he was giving a blowjob to a banana and seemed to really be enjoying it. He had been with his fair share of women but none had ever been that interested in `oral exams'. Shit fire and save matches, he was deep throating it. Now here this other guy was going down on a banana and much to his chagrin he instantly got hard. He silently commanded his erection, “Down boy!” His old man would have 15 fits and a litter of kittens if he ever found out. It was bad enough that another man had turned him on. But this guy didn't look old enough to be out high school.

He glanced over and saw that Sgt. Seagill had finally joined him his head buried in the file he was currently reading.

“What is this bring your kid to work day?”

“What?” Kiro's asked and looked up to see Squall Leonhart sitting in the middle of his desk, his lean hard body shuddering with ecstasy as the banana slid down his throat.

Kiro's watched with growing amusement when the banana was pulled out of Squalls mouth and the tip was oh slowly and delicately licked. The young mans eyes were half closed and his tongue was resting on his upper lip. “Leonhart what the hell do you think your doing?”