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For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For
Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

Warnings:
Emo chapter is emo. ALSO! More swearing. There is so much swearing in
this fic...

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

Parings:
Duh.

Author's
Notes: Yeah, I was too lazy to get Eoko to add notes this time, plus
it's really late... again. I's sorry.

Chapter
12 – Driving Under the Influence.

“Hey, Jade,”
Zell greeted, leaning against the cell door.

“Ink.”

“Man, you’re
the only one that can pull off being extremely pissed and extremely
pleased at the same time.”

“Not so hard when
you’re pissed at one thing, and pleased about another,”
Seifer said, only growling slightly.

“Is this about me
and Lock yesterday?” the shorter man asked, stepping into the
cell and over to Seifer’s bunk. “It’s not my fault,
you know. Least not totally.”

“If you wanted it
that bad you could have tried a little harder.”

“Pu-lease. Why
should I have to try so hard to get you to fuck me when Lock is four
cells down, willing and ready?” Zell snorted and dropped down
onto the mattress next to the mob boss, laying back and holding his
weight up on his elbows.

Seifer turned around to
glare at him. “I’m better than that little shit
is,” he growl more evident this time.

“You’re
only better than him when you’re actually going to fuck
me. You were far more interested in Paris. Speaking of which, it
looks like, feels like, and sounds like – from what I hear –
that you finally banged cowboy-toy.”

“Finally? Fuck
finally. He hasn’t been in here that long.”

“You had me the
first night I was in.”

“You were
the one that offered, you little whore. It’s not my fault
you’re such a slut or that I’m such a sex god.”
Seifer grinned over at the younger man.

“And so modest
too. So, then, is word on the block right? You get a piece of that
sweet, little arse you’ve been after?”

The grin became more
prominent over Seifer’s features. “Damn right I did. And
damn was he good. Fuck, if you weren’t so busy being such a
slut you would have heard him, and damn if he don’t make
the sexiest fucking sounds-”

“Screamer or
moaner?” Zell inquired.

“Both. Damn,
yeah. Both, and he always made the right one to drive me just that
little bit further off the edge.”

“That good, hm?
That’s interesting.”

Seifer wheeled in an
instant and pinned the guard down in the next second. “Fuck,
no. I know that tone. You don’t get a piece of him ‘til I
say so, understand?” And to emphasize his point he lifted
Zell’s shoulders slightly and slammed him back into the bunk.

Zell brought his hand
across his body, under Seifer’s, and used it to push the taller
man off of him and away. “Fuck up, Seifer! You are bloody
obsessed! How many bitches you had the last year, huh? I think I
remember how it goes. Fuck,” he sighed the last word, shaking
his head.

“I get it, Jade.
I been in here long enough to follow the rules you lay out, except
the really stupid ones, so you can fucking stop reminding me what
they are every time your cowboy-toy bitch comes up, you understand?”
he shot back mockingly.

Seifer sneered at the
pissed blond, then looked past him and out towards the hall. “Fuck.
Yeah, yeah I get it. Am I being that bad?”

“Yeah, you are.
But Paris is the most gorgeous creature to step foot through
those doors. He even beats Skid, just, and that’s saying
something coming from me.”

“You and that
little virgin boy.”

“He ain’t
a virgin now and he wasn’t a virgin when he came
in. Fuck that’s old.”

“He still looks
like a virgin.”

“No, he looks
innocent. And compared to ninety-nine point eight percent of the
people around him, he is.”

“Yeah, yeah. I
don’t care whether he was or not. He’s like what now?
Fifteen?” Seifer asked with a smirk.

Zell narrowed his eyes
at the mob boss and sighed tiredly. These little quips really were
old. “Twenty-two, and you know it.”

“Cradle robber,”
Seifer said grinning.

“He’s only
three years younger than me. I ain’t no cradle robber. Just
because you said he was too young for you when he came in doesn’t
make him too young for me. Speaking of pretty, young things, where is
your new bitch at? Not bowing down at your feet twenty-four seven
yet?”

“He’s older
than you, I bet, and he ain’t little. And I dunno where he is.
He still doesn’t like me.”

“After that
phenomenal fuck? I bow down to his restraint and willpower.”
Zell shifted his arms, crossing them behind his head and laying back
on them. “Maybe he’s playing hard to get. You’re
pretty hot when you’re unbelievably pissed, if not a bit
dangerous too.”

Seifer cocked a brow
then shook his head. “I found out his favorite chocolate.”

“Yeah? How’d
you manage that?”

“He almost had an
orgasm when I shoved it in his mouth.” Seifer grinned broadly.

Zell chuckled and
tilted his head to look up at the taller man. “So romantic,
Jade. So, which is it?”

“Opposite of
yours.”

“Dark?” the
younger blond asked, then stuck out his tongue. “Fitting
really. Dark for the criminal, white for the guard. Suppose you want
more dark chocolate then.” At Seifer’s nod he shook his
head and smiled.

“You could ask
Perv and Giggles yourself, you know.” He chuckled at the face
Seifer pulled at the suggestion.

“Then they’d
want to watch me and Paris, and I don’t think he’s
interested in putting on a show. Unlike you and your little
Skiddles-”

“Hey, only I
can call him Skiddles. And it’s a good thing I found that
little exhibitionist in him. Keeps the girls entertained so the rest
of you can have some privacy.”

“Only until they
want a little variety and go lurking elsewhere.”

“Well, Blaze and
Prof put on a good show. And you and me could always give them an
eyeful.”

“You and I,”
came a voice to the side.

Zell grinned and turned
to face the visitor. “Sorry, Giggles, but you just aren’t
my type.”

- - - - - - -

“Hey,” came
a soft voice from his right, but Irvine made no motion to face said
voice or even acknowledge it.

“I, um, heard you
yesterday,” the voice said, coming a little nearer but not too
close.

“You and most of
the cell block,” the assassin retorted, still not looking at
the younger man.

“Well, I
suppose-”

“What do you
want?”

“Oh, uh…
well. I thought that since I’m Ink’s and you’re
Jade’s, and Ink and Jade are friends-”

“You thought us
bitches could buddy up? Fuck that. I ain’t Jade’s bitch.
I don’t, like, belong to that arrogant motherfucker. He fucked
me once, you hear me? Once. That don’t make me his.”
Irvine turned a menacing glare on the other man.

Javier looked down at
the grass and twisted the toe of his shoe into the green blades. “You
didn’t sound too unhappy with the situation…” he
mumbled.

“Bein’
happy with a fuck and with bein’ someone’s bitch aren’t
even close to the same thing. He’s good, it was good. Whatever.
You tellin’ me you like bein’ Ink’s little piece of
arse twenty-four seven?” Irvine crossed his arms and cocked a
brow at the other inmate.

Javier looked up at
him, face set in determination. “I am not his ‘little
piece of arse’. Ink protects me. He looks after me, takes care
of me, cares about me. And if I don’t want to, then he
won’t.”

Irvine rolled his eyes
and shook his head. “Right. You’re a regular, happy
couple. I’m so sure. You think he sees it like that? He’s
just a slut. Sleeps with you when he feels like it, with Jade when he
can beg his way into his bed, and who was it yesterday? Wasn’t
Lock poundin’ your precious Ink into his bunk less than
twenty-four hours ago?”

“Shut up! It’s
not like that! He has needs I can’t fulfill. If it wasn’t
like this- if we weren’t inside he wouldn’t!”

“Oh sure. You’d
be the perfect little pair of love birds if you were on the outside.
That whore’d be two timing you in no time flat.”

Without any warning,
Javier’s hand shot out from his side to strike Irvine across
the face. The younger man stood staring, then jerked his hand back,
looking at it like it was possessed.

The assassin turned on
him and fisted his hands in his singlet. “Do you have any
idea what I’m in here for, you little shit?” he hissed,
face less than an inch from the other man’s.

“You’re a
hitman,” Javier whispered, eyes shaking a little with fear and
shining with unshed tears of worry.

Said hitman paused,
staring at the dark haired inmate. “You knew and you hit
me?”

“You deserved it,
you arsehole!” Javier screamed and tried to struggle free of
the assassin’s grip. “Let me go!”

Irvine uncurled his
fingers just as the younger man gave a particularly hard jerk of his
body and smirked as he stumbled back, but just stopped himself from
falling to the ground.

“I can’t
tell if you’re, like, brave or just plain stupid.” He
glanced around, checking to see if any serious attention was being
drawn to them, then glared at the idiot that had hit him.

“What is wrong
with you? I’m trying to be friendly here. I get you work alone
and shit but this isn’t work. This is your life now and it’s
important to make friends in here.”

“Make friends,
bend over to Jade, put up with Captain Hardarse. It’s all a
bunch of bullshit. I don’t need friends, the only thing Jade’s
good for is entertainment and destroying my clothes-”

“Wanna borrow a
pair of mine?”

“What?”

“Do you want to
borrow a pair of my stuff til you get issued another set? I’m
sure Ink can get it pretty quick. But I’m probably closest to
your size for now.”

Irvine contemplated the
offer. At the moment he was down to Ink’s borrowed singlet and
one pair of pants. Fucking Almasy ruining his clothing.

“Come on,”
Javier offered, heading back to the cell block. “What did he do
to your clothes anyway?”

The assassin joined the
dark haired man as they headed inside. “Tore my shirt off and
cut the buttons off my pants-”

“Oh! Well I can
mend those. The pants I mean. I do a bit of that in my spare time.
Like Jade and his metalworking.”

Irvine glanced over at
the other inmate and cocked a brow. “You are so stereotypically
gay.”

Javier pouted at him,
then reached out, grabbing his hand and tugging him into his cell.
“Here we are,” he said cheerily and left the hitman
standing just inside the bars while he rummaged through his clothing.

The auburn haired
inmate looked around the cell. It was obvious Javier had decorated
and made himself at home. There was a poster of some pretty Asian guy
and a few odds and ends on the desk that made it look more like a
bedroom than a prison cell.

“What are you in
for?”

Javier paused in his
rummaging, staring down at the drawer of his and a few of Zell’s
things. It took him a long time to answer and when he did it was
nothing but a whisper. “… I killed some people…”

“Yeah fucking
right. You?”

The young man turned
glistening eyes on the hitman. “It was an accident.” His
voice was almost pleading. “I’d been partying, drinking…
I was driving home and I hit another car. A woman and her… her
three year old daughter. Th-the woman, Tanya, died on impact... and
Gwena died at the hospital…” that was all he could get
out before he succumbed to his sobs and crumbled further onto his
knees.

Irvine looked down at
the younger inmate. “Hey, stop that. Stop crying like some
baby,” he said, voice cold and hard. When that did nothing to
stunt the other man’s sobs he sighed and looked around
uncomfortably.

“Come on. It was
an accident, you said so. So stop bawling over it.”

“I-I… she
was only three. I knew… I knew I had too much. I should never
have tried t-to drive home.” He buried his face in his hands
and cried harder.

Irvine turned a little
to look over his shoulder. No one was really around, most of them out
in the yard. He sighed mentally and stepped closer to Javier, sinking
down onto his knees.

“Hey,” he
said, voice warming from its usual tone. The assassin reached out and
placed his hand on the dark haired man’s shaking shoulder. “Hey
now. Shh,” he soothed. “You didn’t mean it. It was
an accident.”

He blinked
as the other inmate turned under his hand and in no time had wrapped
his arms around his body and buried his tearstained face against his
neck and shoulder. Irvine hesitated a moment more, then slowly
wrapped his arms around Javier’s body. He stroked one hand up
and down his spine gently. “Shh… shh… easy there.
You’re okay. Yeah, good. Deep breaths… Shhh.”
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