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For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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For
Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

Warnings:
All the good stuff. The REALLY good stuff. I'm talkin' lemon here.
Oh, and there's a lot of swearing... a lot.

Disclaimer:
We don't own the Final Fantasy 8 characters, nor do we make any money off this fanfiction.

Parings:
Duh.

Author's
Notes:

Kitty:
Wooooooo! Manifest went off!

Eoko:
Woooo, Koko is sick. -_-

Kitty:
I'm getting sick, I think.

Eoko:
Fail for sicknesses!

Kitty:
Totally. But win for tidied rooms.

Eoko:
Clean rooms are win?

Kitty:
Definitely.

Eoko:
Okay~ If you say so.

Kitty:
ON to the fic!

Chapter 11 –
Unlawful Sodomy.

“Eve?”
Irvine repeated, both brows lifting almost level with his hairline.
“Eve?”

“Yeah…”
Seifer replied, climbing up to stand on the lower bunk and folding
his arms on Irvine’s mattress. “Know her?”

“Her…?”
the hitman echoed again, lifting his eyes to the ceiling.

“Well, you know,
with a name like E- Why the fuck am I explaining myself to you?
Do. You. Know. Her?”

“Eve…
Eve…” Irvine mused, tapping his lower lip. “There
was that job…” He dropped his eyes to Seifer’s
again, opened his mouth, then grinned and shook his head. “Sorry.
Never heard the name.”

“Arsehole!”
Seifer snarled. “You do not get to yank my chain like
that, Princess!”

“Darlin’…”
Irvine purred, lowering his lashes. “I just did…”

That white-hot anger
flared in Seifer’s eyes again, stoked by Ink, the phone call,
and finally fanned out of control by Irvine’s behaviour. Muscle
flexed as he swung himself up onto Irvine’s bunk and straddled
the hit-man. Irvine curled his lip as though Seifer were little more
than dog-shit stuck to his shoe, and lifted his nose, looking aloofly
down it. The knife came out of its hiding-place and he pressed it to
Seifer’s throat.

“Back off,”
he snarled.

“Kill me. I dare
you,” was Seifer’s icy-hot reply.

“I will. I do it
every damn day – twice on Sundays.”

“Then do it. I’m
in here for life anyway. What do I fucking well care? You’re
the one that’ll suffer for it, fish. Every damn wolf in this
prison will be after your tail, and Ink can’t protect you every
minute of every day…”

As if on cue, the guard
cried out wordlessly, then fell back into the low sounds they’d
been hearing previously.

“I can look after
myself…”

“Like you did
with those gang-bangers? They’ll get you next time, Paris…”

Irvine glanced away
briefly, and that was all the mob boss needed. His hand flashed up
and he snatched the knife out of Irvine’s hand. When the
hit-man reached for it, he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above
his head with his free hand.

“Fuck off, Jade,”
the red-head growled warningly, breath coming in pants.

Seifer smirked.

“You turned on,
Paris…?” he whispered, running a fingertip along
Irvine’s lips, the blade glinting close to the hit-man’s
cheekbone.

“You wish,”
was the snarled reply.

“Fucking liar!”
Seifer laughed, his hand stroking down to cup the front of his
cellmate’s pants. “Someone doesn’t lie, though…”
he purred.

“Fuck off!”
Irvine almost screamed. “I don’t need you! I don’t
need no-one!”

“Shh, baby…
Shh, sweetheart…” Seifer murmured, running his hand
under the bottom of Irvine’s singlet. He flipped the knife so
the handle rested in the webbing between thumb and pointer and the
blade was upward. As his hand stroked up Irvine’s middle, the
keen weapon parted the cotton as easily as it would have parted
butter.

“Jade…”
Irvine growled.

Seifer pushed the
parted material aside and bent, touching his tongue to the head of
the rattle-snake tattoo then dipping it into the hit-man’s
navel. Irvine clenched his teeth and refused to react, though his
body was clamouring at him to stop being an idiot and let the man
fuck him.

“You’ll
enjoy it, sweetheart. I swear you will… Relax…”
Seifer whispered against his stomach, making him twitch. “I
know you want me…”

“You… you
wish,” Irvine hissed, then failed to bite back a sharp ‘ah!’
as the blonde bit him and began to suckle. “No… fuckin’…
way, J-Jade! You c-can’t…”

After a long moment,
Seifer lifted his head, surveying his handiwork.

“Darlin’…”
he purred in a very close imitation of Irvine’s drawl. “I
just did…”

“Fuck!”

“I plan to.”

“Bastard!”

Suddenly, Seifer was
gone and Irvine blinked at the unsuspected move. Before he had time
to fully compute his freedom, however, the mob-boss was back, knife
still in hand.

“Slow, for an
assassin,” Seifer murmured.

“Will you just
fuck off?!” Irvine cried, then made a surprised sound when, at
the last syllable, a square of chocolate was popped in his mouth.

“Look what I
brought you. Say thank you…” Seifer murmured, sliding
the remains of Irvine’s singlet completely off.

The hit-man suddenly
shuddered and went limp, eyes rolling shut and body stretching in a
mind-blowingly sensual arch. Seifer blinked then looked at the
chocolate in his hands. Apparently, he had found Irvine’s
favourite, and there was something amusingly appropriate about it.
Dark chocolate.

Irvine licked his lips
and opened his eyes, looking hungrily up at Seifer. The blonde
stroked his hand across Irvine’s chest, thumbing a pierced
nipple and he shivered.

“Under all that
ice, you’re pretty damn responsive, aren’t you, Kitten?”
Seifer said speculatively, cutting off another square of chocolate
and putting it between willingly parted lips and teeth. Irvine closed
his lips over the square and the two fingers that put it there,
curling his tongue around them and teasing them shamelessly. The
mob-boss actually swallowed.

The hitman didn’t
care anymore. It wasn’t just the chocolate, it was everything
about the man. He was sex on legs and even Irvine couldn’t
resist forever. He was proud of himself for having resisted thus far.

Anyway, he
reflected musingly. I were already servicin’ him all that
time – ain’t that just too ironic for words? – so
why not service him now…?

“Jade…”
Irvine murmured, a slow smirk curving his lips. “I know why
your boys ain’t been able to get in touch with Eve.”

“You fucking well
said you didn’t know her!” Seifer growled, but he didn’t
sound convincing and his hand stroked up Irvine’s side.

“Darlin’, I
know ‘her’ very well. You’re sittin’ on
‘her’.”

Seifer stared, his hand
stilling.

“You’re…?”

“In the flesh,
Blondie. Never knew I were workin’ for none other than Seifer
Almasy, among others… Bit of a stroke to my ego. Your best
you say…?”

“Obviously not,”
was the muttered reply. “Since here you fucking are in jail.
And what in the hell was that shit with Tyrone Parker? I said
suicide, not explosion!”

“Ah… so
now I know which contact is yours. You’re my best customer,
too. And ‘that shit’ with Parker was perfectly legit. It
ain’t my fault if no fuckin’ copper were familiar with
Sylvia Plath. Gas leak…” he scoffed. “I made it
look like the cocksucker had stuck his head in the gas oven and lit a
match.”

“Sylvia Plath…?”

Irvine rolled his eyes.

“Never mind.”

“Shut up. Have
some more chocolate…” Seifer suggested, pressing a
square to Irvine’s lips. He grinned and opened his mouth gladly
accepting the treat and relaxing into the bed as Seifer sat up again
to pull his singlet off.

Irvine let out a slow
breath and his lips curved in a smile as he reached up to run his
hands down Seifer’s front, fingertips tracing defined muscles.
The man was true perfection; Adonis stepped out of Greek myth and
into Irvine’s bed.

“You’re
fuckin’ amazin’…” the assassin sighed when
he finished his chocolate.

“I’ve been
trying to tell you that since you got here. But in case you forgot,
you kept telling me you ‘didn’t need me’.”
They both knew he was fishing for the meaning behind that statement,
but Irvine’s gaze grew guarded and his jaw clenched. It piqued
Seifer’s curiosity, but not to the point where he wanted to
pursue it and risk losing the chance to fuck Irvine blind.

The blonde smirked
after a long moment and brought the knife around, working it under
Irvine’s hair-tie and cutting through it.

“Hey!”
Irvine groused, fishing in his masses of hair until he pulled out the
pieces of ruined tie. “You could have just undone it.”

“Oh, get over it.
I know you’ve got a thousand of the bastards.”

“Yeah, but this
was my favourite.” In truth, it was just the one he’d
happened to grab out of the bag of them.

“Right,”
Seifer said, letting his disbelief show.

Irvine chuckled, then
hissed slightly as Seifer bent and blew gently over a nipple. At that
reaction, the mob boss smirked and took one of the shining rings
between his teeth, tugging a little before closing his lips around
the nipple. Irvine let his eyes fall shut and he moaned softly, hands
curling into loose fists. He couldn’t and wouldn’t deny
that one of the reasons he’d had the piercings done was because
they made an already sensitive area more sensitive still, and the
gold hoops drew the attentions of any lover to that area.

“You like that,
do you…?” Seifer purred, cupping the front of Irvine’s
pants and rubbing gently.

“Which…?”
Irvine wondered breathlessly, then gave a low cry when Seifer
transferred his mouth to the other nipple. “That? Oh…
oh, yeah…”

“I thought so…”
the blonde growled.

Irvine pressed his
hands against Seifer’s back as the skilful tongue and teeth
teased each nipple, varying the time spent and what he was doing so
the assassin was always taken by surprise. He was soon writhing,
fingers digging mercilessly at Seifer’s back.

“Jade…”
he panted. “Jade!”

The second cry echoed
slightly off the near-bare walls of their cell, and Seifer took a
fierce pride in knowing the other inmates couldn’t fail to
understand what was happening. He was taking what he’d claimed
– driving the ice-cold Paris to utter white-hot melting point.

He was going to make
the man scream for him…

He backed off a little
and let Irvine take a moment to calm himself so he could cut another
square of chocolate. This time, he deposited it in his own mouth and
let it melt a little. When Irvine opened his eyes, obviously
wondering what was happening, his cell-mate smirked and swooped,
kissing the other man fiercely. Whether he tasted the chocolate yet
or not, Seifer wasn’t sure, but the elegant mouth opened
instantly for him, the body beneath him going still more pliant and
submissive as his tongue plunged in a dominant, claiming movement.
Irvine whimpered and his tongue ran against Seifer’s, seeking
out the chocolate and the man.

The kiss grew hungrier
as seconds passed and the chocolate disappeared. Irvine’s
fingers came into Seifer’s hair and he made tiny sounds that
caused his cell-mate’s blood to boil.

“You’re
sexy as hell, Paris. Just looking at you makes me hard…”
Seifer growled against Irvine’s mouth when they briefly parted
for air.

“I know,”
was the instant reply, then the assassin was pulling his mouth back
down.

Seifer didn’t let
him have control for long. He broke the kiss and licked a path down
Irvine’s front, gratified when the assassin merely lay there
and twisted on the sheets. It surprised Seifer that someone in
Irvine’s line of work would be so willingly submissive. Miss
Lens would have a field day with that… he thought, then
made a face and quickly pushed all thought of any woman out of his
mind.

The mob-boss rested on
his elbows, placing the blade of the knife against the buttons of
Irvine’s fly, waiting until the assassin came back to himself
enough to work out what was going on.

“You’re
not-” he started, but broke off when Seifer did indeed cut the
threads holding the button to the jeans. “Jade!”

Seifer smirked and
moved the knife down, watching Irvine closely as he cut the next
button free.

“I have to wear
these!” Irvine protested and made a snatch for the knife, but
Seifer jerked it out of the way, then with another deft movement,
removed the third button. “Jade!” Another smirk,
and the fourth and final button went the way of its predecessors.

“What…?”
he said innocently.

“You want me to
go ‘round naked?” Irvine demanded, flicking one of the
lost buttons at Seifer so that it bounced off his forehead.

The blonde tossed the
knife aside and pounced, a hand pinning each of Irvine’s wrists
to the mattress.

“Yeah. At my
heel, to bend over for me whenever I tell you to. And to like it.”
He dropped his voice to a purr, running his nose along Irvine’s
throat and jaw. “And you would, wouldn’t you?”

Irvine swallowed, his
eyes shivering shut as his fingers twitched against Seifer’s
back. He made no reply, but his reaction spoke for itself.

“I bet you like
being spanked too…” Seifer continued in the same
forbidden purr, easing his hand inside Irvine’s jeans, under
the prison-issue briefs and around his length. “Tied down and
tortured with pleasure until your voice and cock weep for attention…
Then fucked hard and rough until you scream like a common whore…”

“Jade…”
Irvine whispered.

“Mmm… I
thought so. Maybe next time, sweetheart. I don’t have the
patience this time.” He brushed his thumb over the tip of
Irvine’s length and the assassin’s hips bucked, his head
tossing to the side. “And I don’t think you do, either…
Why did you fight me when you obviously wanted me so bad…?”

Seifer eased Irvine’s
pants down, pulling off his shoes and socks before tugging away the
jeans and briefs so that his prey lay naked before him. He didn’t
think he had ever seen a man so beautiful, so made for being fucked.

“Ev…
everyone kept… tellin’ me… I should let you,
like… fuck me… an’ I don’t take no…
orders from no one… ‘cept clients and… and…
men like… you.”

Seifer smirked, kicking
off his own shoes and socks and wriggling out of his pants - he
didn’t like the briefs, so he generally just went without. He
settled over Irvine again, stroking his hands down the assassin’s
uplifted arms.

“There are
no men like me… Remember that… No one fucks like the
Seifer Almasy…”

Irvine snorted, but
lifted his body a little against Seifer’s. He brought his hands
down, stroking his fingers into the short blonde hair and gave a
delightful little mewling when Seifer’s hand returned to his
length.

“Mmm…
Jade…” he whispered, one leg bending at the knee so the
thigh brushed along Seifer’s hip.

“Seifer,”
the mob-boss corrected. “Should I call you Eve?”

“Fuck off…”
Irvine replied lazily.

“I can think of
better things to fuck…” was the growled reply and Seifer
brought one hand around behind Irvine, two fingers teasing at his
entrance.

He gave a soft gasp and
arched reflexively, biting his lower lip and lifting his gaze to
Seifer’s. His belly flip-flopped at the heat in the jade eyes,
emerald fire so hot he could it feel it burn against his skin
wherever the blonde’s gaze lit.

With a slight smirk,
the mob boss reached under the mattress half-way down the bed and
withdrew a little tube.

“I ain’t
never put that there…” Irvine remarked lazily.

“I did. Remember,
this bunk used to be mine.”

“Oh… mmm…”
He nodded slightly, then turned his head aside and hissed when Seifer
pressed a slicked finger within him. He squirmed delightfully and
Seifer wrapped his other hand around the assassin’s length,
stroking him slowly in opposition to the hard working of his finger
within. When Irvine started to calm a little, he added a second
finger, licking his lips as he watched his new lover.

“You’re so
damn fuckable, Cowboy…” he murmured, licking along the
assassin’s lips from which spilt a soft, agreeable sighing.

“Then fuck me…”
Irvine replied after a few long moments. “Stop playin’…”

“Giving me orders
now, bitch…? I’m in charge here…” Seifer
growled and, to make his point, rolled the assassin onto his stomach.
He had enough thought for the man beneath him to tuck a pillow under
Irvine’s hips to free his length. Then he thrust his fingers
deep within the red-head again, watching him arch and hug the pillow
under his head.

“Hurry…”
the assassin hissed, sending both Seifer’s eyebrows into his
hairline.

“Weren’t
you listening…?” He prowled over the long, lean killer,
pressing his hips hard against the perfect arse and rolling them,
teasing, teasing. “I’m in charge, and I’ll fuck you
when I’m good and ready.”

“You… seem
pretty ready to me, darlin’… Don’t you…
wanna be inside me…? Fuck, I want you there…”

“You do…?”

“Hell, yeah I
do…”

“Tell me…”

“I want you
inside’ve me…”

“Inside…?”

“Mmm…”

“Like this…?”
Seifer pressed his fingers hard inside Irvine again, thrusting slowly
with them. “Inside?”

Irvine actually whined,
hands fisting and body twitching.

“Seifer…
your cock…”

“Yes…?”

“I want your cock
inside’ve me…” It was a whisper, harsh and fast.
Every scrap of the iron control the assassin possessed was lost to
him.

“Pardon?”

“I want your cock
inside’ve me… please…”

A satisfied smirk
curved the corners of the blond’s mouth and he pressed a kiss
to Irvine’s ear as a reward then thrust into him in one swift
stroke. He cried out and arched his hips, easing Seifer’s
entry. It was evident he’d done this many times before.

“Surprised you’ve
got such… a tight arse,” Seifer panted. “When
you’re obv-obviously such a whore…”

“Ha…”
Irvine snorted back. “Th-then… Ink’s arse must…
be pretty… damn loose…”

“I don’t
fucking want you talking about that little bird-shit right now,”
the blonde snarled and, wrapping one hand around the assassin’s
hip and fisting the other beside his head, he began to thrust, hard
and merciless.

Irvine gave a low,
pleased cry and his eyes flickered shut, hips lifting to meet what
thrusts he could. Seifer slid the hand up from his hip and into the
masses of hair, moving his hand back just enough to pull it taught.
The assassin gave a slight moan.

“You… can
do better than… that…” Seifer hissed. “Moan
for me…”

Irvine grit his teeth,
groaning harshly through them as Seifer pulled a little harder on his
hair. He hated it when lovers did that, but with the blonde, it only
seemed to add to the pleasure. Another moan broke free of him, louder
this time.

“Fuck…”
the assassin panted, writhing. “Feels so… nn…
good…”

“Yeah…?
How good…?”

“So fuckin’
good… Harder…”

Seifer chuckled but
increased his pace, making low sounds from the back of his throat
with nearly every thrust of his hips. Irvine went wild beneath him,
arching and whimpering in a deep, husky tone.

But the mob-boss wanted
more.

“Touch yourself,
Irvine…” he purred into the man’s ear. “I
know… your cock’s gotta… be begging for it…”

The assassin moaned and
shifted his weight somehow under Seifer’s relentless rhythm so
he could bring a hand down to wrap around himself.

“Seifer…”
he whispered as he began to stroke.

Their blood quickened,
their bodies grew slick, Irvine’s more pliant and Seifer’s
harder, stronger. They seemed to compliment each other in every way
and, if they hadn’t been so wrapped up in the pleasure that was
quickly driving them mindless, they probably would have wondered at
that.

When Seifer bit the
shoulder of the man beneath him, jerking his hair hard enough to tilt
his head back, he moaned desperately. When Seifer bit him again, low
against the nape of his neck like a wolf claiming the she-wolf
beneath him, the assassin gave him what he wanted and screamed his
name. After that, it came easily, and now there couldn’t be one
inmate who didn’t know Seifer Almasy was fucking Paris.

Irvine felt about to
explode, his mind completely lost to him in the tidal wave of burning
pleasure this man, this god was giving him. He’d never felt
anything like it, never known any fuck to set him on fire like this.
But he didn’t have time to dwell on it because a shudder ran
the length of his spine, then back up again and, with a final cry,
his release broke over him.

Seifer was right behind
him, sounding his pleasure with a long, low groan.

They lay panting for
quite a while, then finally Seifer rolled onto his back behind the
other man, an arm under his head as he contemplated the ceiling.

“I need a
cigarette…” he decided after a long while, and Irvine
snorted.

“Well fuck off
back to your own bunk to have it, Blondie.”

“What, you don’t
wanna share…?” Seifer purred, shifting onto his side and
running a hand up Irvine’s spine to finger the bite at the nape
of his neck. He hissed and shifted a little, red-gold lashes
flickering.

“I got my own,”
he replied sweetly.

Seifer
snickered and climbed over Irvine, pressing briefly against his back
before he made his way down the ladder and flopped into his own bunk.
A slow smirk curved his lips and, suffice it to say, his dreams that
night were very sweet indeed.

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AN: Blame
the title on Eoko. I originally called this chapter Carnal Knowledge,
although it is not really an offence...
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