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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:
Li'l more emoness, but ther is some sex to balance it out. XD Lemon~

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

Parings:
Duh.

Author's
Notes: More laziness and lateness. -dies- I swear the next one will
be in a week, at most, and I will get Eoko to contribute... >_>
You believe me... right?

Chapter
13 – Sexual Harrassment.

Javier’s fingers
were twisted in his hair and his borrowed shirt, his tears damp on
the assassin’s neck, and Irvine was terrified that at any
minute, someone would walk past. But he couldn’t stand to leave
the kid alone in this state. He continued to stroke Javier’s
back, letting him calm a little, then he shifted. Javier made a tiny
sound and clutched tighter at him.

“Don’t
worry,” Irvine soothed. “I ain’t goin’
nowhere. But my foot’s goin’ numb. Let’s get you on
the bed, okay?”

Javier just nodded and
he allowed Irvine to stand him up and help him over to the bed,
sitting him down. The assassin sat beside him and Javier half-curled
into his lap, trembling.

“I’m…
s-sorry… sorry… I-it… s-sometimes… just…
just hi-its me…” Javier whispered as his tears began to
dry up. “I… k-killed her… e-even before her…
her life got started… I didn’t mean to, I didn’t
mean to, but I still… I… did it. I did it!”

“Javier…”
Irvine murmured into his hair. “Shh… Javier… I
know it’s hard… but you’re payin’ now. And…
and… What’s her name…? Gwena…?”
Javier nodded slightly. “Gwena’ll be with you all your
life. You’n Ink – Zell. You’n Zell can adopt a
little girl who maybe wouldn’t have a life if you didn’t,
and try to make up some for it that way. It was a mistake, a big
mistake, but it was a mistake. Millions of kids drive when they’ve
had to much. You just, like, drove the wrong way at the wrong time…
And copped a judge with PMS, by the sound of it…”

Javier gave a damp
chuckle.

“Wanted…
to m-make an example o-f me…” he said hesitantly,
relaxing his hold a little, but making no move to shift away.

- - - - - - -

“But you gotta
teeell me what it was liiike…” Giggles was whining at
Seifer when Zell left them, actually sitting on his knees and
bouncing there. She was the only person in all of creation he knew of
that would get away with bouncing on Seifer’s knees.

“I don’t
gotta tell you anything, Giggles,” Seifer replied, patting her
head, and the tattooed guard chuckled, shaking his head as he walked
away.

His sharp ears picked
up on Paris’ sultry tones in his cell before he could hear the
words, and it made him hurry his steps. If that bastard was messing
with Javier…

“…Ink –
Zell. You’n Zell can adopt a little girl who maybe wouldn’t…”

Zell stopped still
about three seconds before he would have stepped into their view, and
his eyes got wider and wider as the assassin went on. There was a
current of sniffling underneath his words – Javier.

“But…
b-but…”

“Shh…”
Irvine murmured. “You’re sorry for what you did, Jay.
That’s the most important thing… It shows you
ain’t a cold, heartless bastard.”

Like
me.

He didn’t say the
words, but they hung thick in the air, almost tangible.

“I don’t
think you’re a cold, heartless bastard…” Javier
whispered after a long silence. “You’ve been nice to me.”

“Yeah…”
Irvine said softly, then more harshly: “Yeah, and don’t
you go tellin’ no one ‘bout it or you’ll find out
how un-nice I can be.”

Javier giggled.

“Un-nice isn’t
a word!”

“It are now.”

“It is
now.”

“I know it are.”

The younger man was
giggling again and Zell could only blink, totally shocked. Was this
the same Paris? Surely it couldn’t be. Surely the cold arsehole
who’d been striding around their prison like he owned it
couldn’t be the same one in there, teasing Javier playfully.
The guard pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and
swore when it hurt.

“Zell?”
Javier’s voice enquired and Zell clapped a hand over his mouth,
then realised he better make it look like he just rolled up.

“The one and on-
Paris?” Zell said as he walked in, looking oddly at the
assassin, who was leaning against a wall with one foot propped
against it and a cigarette between his lips.

“The one and
only,” was the mocking reply.

“What are you
doing here…?”

“Fuckin’
your bitch, what’s it look like?”

Zell fisted his hands,
but Javier went to him and touched his chest.

“He was not…”
the man said, rolling his eyes. “I’m lending him some
clothes, since Jade made rags outta his. You know he cut the buttons
off Paris’ jeans?”

Zell smirked and gave a
little snicker.

“Zell!”
Javier cried rolling his eyes.

“Whore…”
Irvine sneered at Zell, curling his lip.

“Ha, that’s
rich coming from the man who screamed so loud for Jade, it echoed off
the walls and all the way down to the duty station.”

Irvine smirked.

“You’re
just pissed ‘cause it weren’t you screamin’ so loud
for Jade, it echoed off the walls and all the way down to the duty
station.”

Zell was on him in a
second, fisting a hand in his singlet and jerking him down to the
guard’s level. He was just about to snarl something nasty at
Irvine when he copped a smack around the head.

“Zell!
Back off!” Javier snapped. “What is it with
inmates and their pissing contests?! More than that, what is it with
you buying into them?! He’s fucking baiting you
and if you’re stupid enough to fall for it, then you’re
no better than some of the dickhead thugs that belong in
here!”

Zell let go of the
assassin and both men stared at Javier, who glared at his lover, then
turned to Irvine and smiled a little, handing over a set of clothes.

“Javier-”
Zell started

The younger man ignored
him and, in fact, spoke over him.

“Might be a
little short in the legs, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
He glanced at Zell, then dragged Irvine outside the cell by his
wrist, giving the blonde a warning look when he made to follow.
“Listen, Irvine… I know you don’t much like it,
but… you oughtta be good to Seifer… He’ll…
he’ll be good to you, if you are and… the others won’t
touch you…”

Irvine said nothing,
only looked at him and Javier sighed, shaking his head. He glanced
around, then hugged the assassin tightly, at which Irvine blinked and
also looked hastily around. When he realised no one was around, he
hugged Javier back, though very briefly, then stepped away from him,
turned and sauntered off, stubbing his cigarette against a wall as he
walked, then flicking the butt over the rail so it fell to the floor
below.

“Am I missing
something?” Zell enquired when Javier returned, elbow against
the top bunk and hand in hair. His singlet clung to his form.

“Bitch business,”
Javier said matter-of-factly, then as he was straightening the bed,
he ventured hesitatingly; “Paris… he’s so pretty…”

“Not as pre-”

“Shut up, Zell.
I’m not asking for reassurance. I wasn’t finished. I was
going to say; he’s so pretty, but… his behaviour’ll
get him killed and… and… I kinda think he doesn’t
care…”

“Do you?”
Zell wondered, arching both brows. Javier straightened, his hands
fisted before him.

“Don’t tell
anyone, Zell… He’d kill me but… he was nice to
me. I mean really nice.”

Zell smiled and
gathered Javier close, stroking his hair.

“I know. I heard.
It’s pretty weird, actually.”

Javier just nodded
against Zell’s shoulder.

- - - - - - -

Irvine headed straight
for the shower to wash away the horrid feeling of being nice.
He hadn’t been nice for years. Damn that little fuck and
his big green eyes! And damn him for looking so much like-

The assassin derailed
that train of thought very quickly and stripped then, leaving his
clothes where they would remain dry, he stepped into the showers and
turned on the hot water.

Somehow, it was hardly
a surprise when a large hand stroked down his back, then back up to
trace the lines of the bronco. A strong body pressed against his
back, stronger evidence of lust against his arse.

“Fuckin’
randy, ain’t’cha?” Irvine muttered. “I’m
tryin’ to wash my hair.”

“I don’t
care.”

“I know you
don’t.”

Irvine put up with
Seifer’s wandering hands for a little while longer, rather
enjoying the touch, but then he turned, wrapped a hand around the mob
boss’s cock, and jerked hard on it.

“Ow! Fuck!
You little-”

Irvine put a finger
across Seifer’s lips, smirking and he shifted his grip a
little, reminding him what the assassin held.

“I ain’t
your bitch, Seifer. Don’t go thinkin’ just ‘cause
you fucked me once, you can fuck me wheneverthehell you want. I ain’t
gonna walk ‘round this joint like I got a stick up my arse
because you don’t got no restraint. Talk to me again in twelve
hours or so, and I might be more obligin’, got it? Until then,
be good, and wash my hair for me…”

Seifer glared at him.

“Please…?”
he said, cocking his head a little and pouting. “How ‘bout
if I promise to suck you off if you do…?”

“I thought you
said you’d be more obliging in twelve hours…”

“Lucky for you, I
thought of a compromise. I’m too lazy to wash my own hair, if I
can, like, help it.”

Seifer nodded slowly
and Irvine smiled sweetly, turning and handing Seifer shampoo and
conditioner.

“Uh…”

“Shampoo first,
idiot…” Irvine muttered, rolling his eyes.

Seifer growled at him,
but squeezed some of the shampoo into his hands. He soon discovered
that washing Irvine’s hair was not without its perks. He made
all those sounds he made when he was being fucked and, in fact,
behaved much as though he were being fucked, arching his back
and pressing his hands to the shower wall tiles. The mob boss was
unspeakably glad Irvine had promised to suck him off after this,
because his reaction was damn painful.

He rinsed Irvine’s
hair carefully, then reached for the conditioner bottle and worked
that through as well, again to a chorus of little sounds and
wrigglings. He was actually kind of proud of himself for not just
slamming Irvine against the tiled walls and fucking his brains out.
Of course, once he’d had that thought, more primal instincts
took over.

Irvine growled when
Seifer pushed him forward and opened his mouth to protest, but he
moaned instead when the mob boss pressed a soapy finger within him.

“Seifer,”
he warned through gritted teeth, but it sounded very insincere when
another moan followed in its wake, along with a buck of his hips
brought on by a second finger inside of him. “Seifer…”
he said again, but now it was a whisper.

“Just hold on,”
Seifer advised, and buried himself to the hilt in the water-slick
assassin.

Irvine cried out,
arching his back and he forced Seifer back a couple of steps so he
was bent slightly at the waist, arms outstretched to hold him against
the wall. Seifer ran his tongue along his upper-teeth and held
Irvine’s hips, thrusting into him hard and strong.

“Bastard…”
Irvine ground out, tossing his head to flick his hair back over his
shoulders.

“Shut up and moan
for me,” Seifer growled back. His lover was helpless to do
anything else, and he did moan, lifting his hips to Seifer’s
movements as the water cascaded down on them.

Seifer slid a hand
around Irvine’s hip to wrap his fingers about the assassin’s
length, stroking in time with his thrusts. Irvine moaned the louder,
fingers flexing against the tiles and some rational part of his mind
remarked that he must have known this would happen when he
asked Seifer to wash his hair.

Then there were no
rational parts of his mind left, because they all left him with a cry
of Seifer’s name as he released, the blonde’s own groan
ringing in his ears a split-second later.

They both sank to the
tiles, panting, and Irvine ran his hand through his hair, eyelids
flickering.

“I didn’t
say you could fuck me,” he said when he could talk again.

“You moaned just
the same, though…” Seifer replied with a self-satisfied
smirk. “C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t
enjoy it…”

Irvine said nothing.

“You do realise
you’re using up all the hot water, right…?”

Their eyes snapped
open.

“Like it matters!
That was hooot!”

“Oh, kill me
now…” Irvine groaned.

“Then who would
kill me…?” Seifer replied, casually crossing one leg
over the other to hide his masculinity.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…”

“Fuck off,
Giggles…” Seifer muttered.

“You’re
still using up the hot water…”

“You too, Perv.”

“I wish I’d
had a video camera! Is there surveillance in here, Perv?”

“No, Giggles,
there isn’t, because someone was recording it and
feeding it to the internet for three dollars an hour. She nearly got
fired, but luckily for her, her partner made it look like hackers.”

“Ohh, yeah…
Thanks, Perv!” Kitty cried, and tackle-hugged her partner.

“Alright. Let’s
kill her instead… together,” Irvine suggested.

“And suffer Ink
and Perv’s wrath? I don’t think so,” Seifer
replied, standing and turning off the hot water. He brushed past the
two guards to get to the towels, and didn’t even react when
both their nightsticks swatted his behind as he passed.

“Isn’t
that, like, sexual harassment or somethin’…?”

“Better the devil
you know, Paris. At least these two are helpful and somewhat nice, if
deranged. Imagine if we got them fired, and they were replaced by two
more Captain Hardarses…”

“True,”
Irvine agreed, then he stood as well, although he gave Kitty and Eoko
a wide berth so as not to suffer Seifer’s fate. Kitty giggled
and Eoko just smirked.

“See you boys at
mealtime,” she said, then took hold of Kitty's wrist and
dragged her off.

“How much do you
think they saw…?” Irvine ventured as they dressed.

“Probably
the whole damn lot. Get used to it. They’re good at sneaking.”
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