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# 18 The Lockup

Much of the fun of doing the lemons is reading the
others, including everything by my very talented partner in crime, Darksquall.
The rest of the joy is trying to think of ways the characters would be in the
given situations. The whole D-District
thing is over done, don�t you think?

Don�t own the characters, but I�m not abusing them for
money, so I guess it�s ok.

Warnings: Prison sex. Deeply annoyed Seifer. Language.
Fluff. Yaoi, duh. No particular arc or universe. Bugs.

Scenes from The Graybar Motel

�I can�t fucking believe you got us arrested!�

Without looking up from where he was hunched over on the
narrow benchlike bed, Squall said, �I got us arrested? You hit the traffic
cop.�

�Because he was getting wood frisking you.� Seifer paced the
narrow cell. �And he would not have been frisking you if you didn�t have a glove
compartment totally full of moving violations.�

�I forget them. It�s a documented medical condition.� He
could have been laughing, it was hard to tell with his face buried in his arms.

�Tickets for moving violations that you would not get if you
didn�t drive like a maniac. Who the hells taught you to drive, anyway?�

Squall thought about it. �You did.�

Seifer collapsed on the bunk and silence reigned for several
minutes. �Where the hell is Zell?�

�He has to switch trains in Timber, you know what that
station is like.�

Seifer banged his head against the dirty wall, then thought
better of it and moved away. �We may as well start making friends now. We need
a really big mean looking guy with a very small dick.� He jumped to his feet
and started pacing again. �Why couldn�t Irvine come? Isn�t he closer?�

�Irvine is perpetually broke, you know that.�

�He spends all his loot on himself, the selfish bastard.
That conditioner he likes is 150 gil an ounce. An ounce. Like anyone
looks at his hair. The hair on his ass, maybe. If he had any.�

Squall wisely refrained from comment.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Zell was escorted in.
�What are you doing in here?� Seifer demanded. �You�re supposed to be out
there, bailing us out.�

�Trouble, Baby.�

Squall slid to his feet and padded noiselessly over to join
Seifer at the bars of the cell. �What is it?�

�If you got arrested, too, I�m making you soap boy for
sure.�

Zell rolled his eyes. �No, nothing like that. Its just, this
is a free town, not beholdened to any of the big governments. They make their
own rules.�

�Thanks for the tour and social studies lesson, Chickie. Cut
to the chase.�

�In this town, you are a juvi until your 21^st
birthday. Which is a good thing, Seifer, because you punched a cop and you�re
over 18 and that�s hard time in Deling.�

�Yeah, yeah, I�ve done hard time in Deling before. Ok, happy
day, we�re both juvenile delinquents and I can stay with Squall. Peachy.�

Squall frowned. �That�s irrelevant if we are making bail.
Zell?�

Zell flashed a sheepish grin. �Ya gotta be over 21 to bail
someone out, too. I have the gil, but they won�t let me sign the papers.�

�Who do we know who is over 21?� Squall asked.

�There�s Ma��

�Oh, Hyne, no,� Seifer said.

�Your dad,� Zell continued.

�Oh, Hyne, no,� Squall said, shaking his head in horror.

�I kinda thought that�s what you�d say.� Zell shrugged. �I
called Irvine, he�s going through his little black book. He went through a
phase where he was into older women.�

�When he started, all women were older. Irvine was
grabbing tits that weren�t his mom�s as soon as he was born.�

The man of the hour sauntered in. �Can you believe every
single cop here is male and het?�

�Not every single one,� Seifer said darkly.

�How is your little black book?� Zell asked with a wink.

�Older women are not all they are cracked up to be. One is
very married, two aren�t answering, one moved to Trabia and one sure holds a
grudge.� Irvine rubbed his jaw where the faint pink outline of a hand still
showed. �Note to self, always leave them smiling.�

�Peachy. You meander down memory lane. I�ll try to make sure
Squall gets out of here without a size 10 asshole.�

Zell looked Seifer over. �Aren�t you more an 11 � wide?�

Squall coughed and Seifer cut him a glance. �That better be
from the dampness of this dungeon and not a laugh, Leonhart.�

Choosing wisdom and sex over valor, Squall said nothing and
even went to far as to accept the throat lozenge Zell offered. No point in
asking why Zell carried the things.

�Hey,� Irvine tried, �It could be worse, right? You could be
stranded in, oh, a monastery.�

�Nunnery,� Zell corrected.

Irvine shuddered in horror. �Ooh, yeah, a nunnery. All those
virgins and not a one interested.�

Seifer nudged Squall. �Virginity is highly overrated.
Right?�

�You seemed to like getting my cherry. All six times.�

Seifer frowned and started ticking off on his fingers.
Irvine laughed. �Ah, the one advantage
to GF memory loss.�

�Zell, they impounded my car, too.�

�Yeah, Baby, and are damn near charging tickets to see it.
Not a lot of supercharged Estherian Torama 350 in these parts.�

�We�ll go check on it,� Irvine said. �Make sure it isn�t
getting scratched.�

Squall suppressed a flinch. �Perhaps you don�t have to be 21
to bail the car out,� he hinted, not liking the list of things that could
happen in Impound.

�Sure, go save the car. Squirt and I will be right here,
safe as houses as long as we keep our asses to the wall.�

�And don�t let Zell drive her, he drives everything like
it�s an ATV.� Squall added.

�What was that, Mr. Pott?� Zell put his hand to his ear as
if to improve his hearing. �I didn�t quite catch that� something about color?�

Irvine pushed him out the door. �Don�t worry, we�ll think of
something. Meanwhile, stay cool, don�t drop the soap, and if all else fails,
you two are junctioned, right?�

�Yeah, yeah, we�ll be fine. We have our love to keep us
warm, after all.�

�See if you can locate Cid,� Squall suggested.

�Or get Selphie to fake some ID for Quist.� Irvine tipped
his hat and left.

Squall retreated to the bunk and sat, pulling his legs up so
he was hunched into a ball. �Alone at last.�

�The romance is killing me.� A roach scuttled by and Seifer
stomped it viciously.

There was clanging outside and a guard appeared. He thrust
two trays of slop thru the opening in the cell door. �Since you will be staying
with us a while, here�s your supper.�

Seifer glanced at the food and shuddered. �This keeps
getting better and better.�

�You did say you wanted a place with room service,� Squall
reminded.

The guard shrugged. �Eat or don�t. Showers in 45 minutes.�

�I�ll pass. So will Squall.�

�Mandatory.�

�I see one guy giving the hairy eyeball and it�s all over,�
Seifer warned.

Squall leaned close. �Don�t worry, I�ll protect you. And if
I can�t, maybe you�ll get stretched out enough that Zell can finally top for
once.�

Seifer folded his arms across his chest. �Notice I�m not
laughing. The least you can do for getting me into this mess is give me a
decent blow job before I crawl into my dirty, stained, bug infested cot
tonight. Which, I should add, you�ll be sharing.�

�Since you are the only thing here I know is clean enough to
put my lips on, you might have a deal.� Squall thought a moment. �May I sleep
on top of you so I don�t have to touch the sheets?�

�I want to spend eternity with you, too. Thanks for the
sentiment.� Seifer pushed the tray out of the cell with his foot.

The guard grumbled about wasting food and escorted them to
the showers, which were in no better condition than anything else in the place.

�Sanitized for your protection in� Oh, look, right about the
time you were born, Squirt.�

�Strip and leave your clothing here.� The guard pointed.
�Soap is provided. Towels and uniforms at the other end. You have 15 minutes before
we shut off the hot water.�

Squall nodded politely and waited for the guard to give them
some privacy. When the guard didn�t leave, he rolled his eyes and started
stripping.

Seifer moved to try and block the guard�s view.

�I�ve seen it before�, the guard said in a bored tone. �And
you now have 14 minutes of hot water.�

�Seifer, come on.�

The blond took a deep breath and reluctantly peeled off his
vest. He eyed the gray green showers. �When I said I�d follow you anywhere� I
was lying.�

Squall smacked him on the ass. �Whatever.� He headed towards
the furthest shower.

�Hey,� Seifer said before following, �Can we get arrested
again for fucking in the shower?�

The Guard shook his head. �I guess those rumors you hear
about Estherinas are true. Listen up. I�m locking the doors. I�ll meet you in
the locker room at the other end. I don�t want to hear anything.�

Seifer saluted. �Good man.� He joined Squall in the least
grubby looking stall.

�How can we be �more arrested�?� Squall demanded.

�How the hells would I know? I just wanted to know how good
I should make it in the event it adds to our sentence.�

�You better make it good in the event that you plan to ever
get anymore.�

Seifer turned and brushed his thumb over Squall�s lower lip.
�I will. C�mere, and I�ll show you.�

Squall stepped into his arms. Seifer nuzzled Squall, tasting
the salty sweet skin of his neck along his pulse. He reached up and turned on
the shower, keeping them both out of the spray until the water warmed up a
little.

�Oh look, soap on a rope.�

Seifer turned Squall�s attention back where it belonged: on
him. He cupped the back of Squall�s head a kissed his face all over, nosing
silky chocolate bangs out of the way. He slipped his free hand between Squall�s
legs and stroked him.

Squall�s eyes fluttered and he held onto Seifer�s hips for
balance. He rocked into the other�s palm, obediently straddling the leg Seifer
insinuated between his. Squall rode him, rubbing his cock against the smooth
muscular golden flesh of Seifer�s thigh. He wrapped his arms around Seifer�s
back and leaned up to latch onto one of his nipples.

Seifer made a soft guttural noise of pleasure and shifted
them slightly so the finally warm water was cascading down Squall�s back.
�Gotta get you nice and slippery.�

Squall paused his sucking. He lapped at Seifer�s neglected
nipple, then looked up at his lover through his wet bangs. �Oh?�

�Yeah.� Seifer slid his fingers up the crease of Squall�s
ass and rubbed him in slow, teasing little motions. �I�ve only got eleven
minutes to make you come.�

�Unless you don�t mind a cold shower.� Squall arched up and
kissed his lover, who chuckled and turned him so Squall was facing the wall but
still standing under the spray.

�No more talking. Some of those hot little fuck me noises
are welcome, but no more talking.� Seifer squeezed Squall�s adorable ass before
lowering himself to his knees behind him. He could feel the vibrations of
Squall�s silent laugh; amused no doubt by being told he of all people talked
too much. Seifer bit Squall on the ass, light and playful, and was rewarded
with a kick. He caught Squall�s ankle and forced his leg down and to the side,
so that Squall had to spread his legs wide for balance. �Behave yourself,
Leonhart.�

�Or what?�

Seifer kneaded Squall�s ass, then rubbed his face against
the silky skin of the brunett�s lower back. Squall picked a clean enough spot
on the wall to lean against and arched. Taking the hint, Seifer spread Squall�s
cheeks and licked him slowly. He listened to the small mewls as he tongued
Squall for a few moments, then Seifer pulled away and teased Squall�s entrance
with his fingers. �Or I won�t do that.�

�Don�t stop now�� Squall rolled his hips, doing a little
shimmy that made everything on Seifer tighten up and stand at attention.

Seifer spread Squall open again with his thumbs and sucked
at the tight ring of muscle, feeling immense satisfaction when Squall began to
loosen up a little more. When he pushed his tongue inside of him, he reached
between Squall's legs and rubbed his balls.

Squall writhed and tried to push Seifer in deeper.
"Hyne, Seifer!"

Nibbling along the curve of Squall's bottom, Seifer tapped
him on the hip while he slid two fingers deep into him. �Hand me that soap.�

After a short struggle Squall managed to get the soap on a
rope off the faucet. He handed it back to Seifer, who was continuing to finger
him. Seifer slicked his cock with the soap and as soon as he felt he was
sufficiently unctuous he stood and gripped Squall by the hips, thrusting into
him with no hesitation.

Squall shoved back against Seifer with a yelp. He braced his
arms against the discolored tiles and started rocking from foot to foot. Seifer
wrapped one arm around Squall's waist and hauled him to his tiptoes, fucking
him in short, shallow thrusts. His fingers found Squall�s glass hard cock,
jerking him quickly. �Close...not gonna last...�

Unable to get as much purchase in this position, Squall
couldn�t thrust back. He rode Seifer's cock, clenching around him, and tried
rubbing himself against Seifer's hands.

Seifer held Squall tight against him, leaning in to nibble
and suck at his earlobe. He continued to stroke his cock, pushing into him with
increasing force. He breathed against Squall's ear. �Come for me, Squall. Show
me how much you love me.�

�You know I do, you big bastard, � Squall panted. He bucked
and squirmed.

Seifer could feel him tightening up, getting ready to come.
He nipped Squall�s ear lobe, still fucking him hard. �That�s what I like to
hear.� He flattened his palm against Squall's cock, pressing it against his
belly. Seifer rubbed him urgently, just the very sensitive underside of his
erection as he rested his forehead against Squall's shoulder and came hard into
him. Squall's name is a muffled shout against his shoulder.

Squall climaxed violently and nearly collapsed, purring.
Seifer held him close, sighing contentedly, even though the water was getting
cold.

Finally Squall shifted. �Leg cramp.� He wriggled away from
Seifer so he could turn around and kiss him.

Seifer welcomed the kisses and massaged Squall�s leg a
little while the smaller man did he best to get them both cleaned up before the
water was stone cold. �Better? At least I feel like I could sleep, now.�

�Here? That must have been one hell of a fuck.�

Seifer chuckled and smacked Squall�s wet butt. �You always
are. Let�s go get our prison uniforms. Do you think they will be day glo
orange?�

�If they are, I�m going to demand they give us glow sticks,
too.�

Dressed in their glamorous gray blue coveralls and tucked
back into the squalid cell, neither boy really expected to fall asleep.
However, as the long hours of night crawled past, entertainment options became
increasingly slim. Especially after
Squall responded to Seifer�s latest pass with an exhausted snarl.

It took Seifer a few moments to figure out what was going on
when he was awakened bright and early by a guard rapping a baton against the
bars.

�Wake up, boys! Your parents are here to bail you out.�

Squall and Seifer exchanged glances. Seifer whispered, �If
it�s Irv in drag and Zell with a fake mustache, I�m gunna bust a gut.�

Squall rolled to his feet, leaning on Seifer�s sensitive
parts a bit, as a warning. Soon they were both led into the courtroom to face
the judge and their �parents�.

Seifer almost turned and went back to the cell upon seeing
Ward Zaback and Doc Kadowaki standing there. Even Squall�s eyes widened.

While the judge was reading the riot act to Squall,
lecturing him on responsibility and lucky he was to have parents who would come
all this way to post his bail and pay his fines, Seifer whispered to Kadowaki,
�He�s going to kill Zell and Irvine for calling you.�

�They know? I haven�t seen either of those scamps. I ran
into Mr. Zaback at the Triple Triad playoffs.�

Ward shook his head and wrote rapidly on one of his ever
present notepads, �Saw the Torama in the impound. Doc came to help translate in
case of trouble.�

The good doctor dimpled. �We�re partnered for the 10 am
sets, so we need to hurry.�

The judge set a ridiculously high amount as combination bail
and fine and informed Kadowaki he hoped she made sure Squall reimbursed her so
that he�d learn his lesson. Since Squall signed her paycheck, Seifer didn�t
think it was going to be much of an issue.

The judge turned to glare at Seifer. �And you, young man,
what do you have to say for yourself?�

Seifer glanced over at the traffic cop he�d punched,
slightly annoyed the man wasn�t sporting a black eye. He smiled his best
schmoozing smile. �I�m glad you asked me that, Your Honor, so that I can
explain everything to Leo�s dad, here. Since he came all this way to
bail his only son out of the slammer.� Seifer waved to Ward. �Always been very
protective of Leo, so I know he�ll want to hear this. When the traffic
patrolman pulled us over-�

The cop cleared his throat nervously. �Ah, Your Honor, I
think there�s been a mistake. The other boy wasn�t under arrest.�

The Judge frowned. �What are you trying to say? This is
highly irregular.�

�It�s okay, I�m sure Mr. Zaback will want to hear it all
anyway. See, when Leo was pulled out of the car-�

Ward�s eyes narrowed and he glared at the traffic cop,
sensing something coming that he wasn�t going to like happening to Laguna�s
little boy.

�Really, Your Honor, they must have checked the wrong box or
something! I only brought in the driver for speeding and for unpaid traffic
violations.� The cop shifted nervously, eyeing Ward.

The judge drummed his fingers, then looked at them all: the
harried patrolman, the sullen and unmoved brunette, the smug and amused blond,
the impatient woman and the �truly enormous scarred man. He banged the gavel.
�Fine, case dismissed. You are all free to go.�

Once again in their proper clothes, Squall and Seifer met up
with Kadowaki and Ward on the courthouse steps. What was that all about?
Ward wrote. Do I need to lodge a complaint? He mimed how he intended to
lodge said complaint by smacking his fist into his hand.

�No, Seifer handled it,� Squall said, scanning for his
beloved car. When it finally appeared, taking the corner on 2 wheels before
squealing to a stop, he muttered a curse and charged down the steps.

Seifer, Ward, and the doctor watched as Zell and Irvine
tried to explain every scratch and mote of dust on the Torama to Squall. �Keep
that bail money you got out for me,� Seifer said. �We�re gunna need it.�
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Scenes from the Graybar Motel