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Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

Warnings:
>_> More sex. 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:

Kitty:
Okay... so I lied. It's been more than a week since the last
update... but I did tell the truth about Eoko contributing to
Author's Notes this time! Here she is! Yay!

Eoko:
I think they would have prefered a chap sooner.

Kitty:
Yes, I know... but you know, it's your fault. If it wasn't for you, I
wouldn't spend my whole life on Pony Island.

Eoko:
>..> That's true.

Kitty:
XD Not that I'm complaining. The ponehs are just so addictive. *falls
over*

Eoko:
And I take care of my friendies. ^^

Kitty:
>_> Especially when they kill ponies. That you gave them. Three
times.

Eoko:
*rolls eyes* You learned.

Kitty:
Eventually. *dies* Anyway! Enough about ponies. Here is the chapter.
AND IT IS EPIC!

Chapter
14 – Prostitution.

“Irvine?”
Javier asked, poking his head around the bars into Seifer’s
cell.

The assassin leaned up
onto an elbow and looked over to the dark haired man. “Up
here.”

Javier entered the
cell, smile on his face and a pair of standard issue pants clutched
to his chest. He beamed brightly up at the auburn haired inmate as he
came over.

“I mended the
buttons,” he said cheerily, holding the article of clothing up
towards Irvine. “It was super easy.”

Irvine reached down
with his free hand to take the pants. “Yeah, well, I don’t
expect to need you to, like, do this that often.”

“Let’s hope
Jade feels the same way, then.” Javier giggled and climbed up
onto the top bunk.

“What are you
doin’?” Irvine asked, but moved his feet up and under him
all the same.

“Coming up to
visit you, of course.”

“Of course…”

The younger inmate got
himself comfortable, sitting cross legged at the foot of the bunk.
“So, how have you been?”

“What? In the
miniscule time since I last saw you?”

“Mhmm.”

“Jade’s
still an insatiable mother fucker.”

Javier giggled and
nodded. “They’re like that, Ink and him. Things going
okay otherwise? No one else is messing with you, are they?”

“From what I’ve
heard, anyone would be stupid to mess with me now.”

“That mean you’re
officially Jade’s bitch?” the dark haired inmate
inquired.

“Hell no! But it
don’t, like, stop the gossip. And with Jade walkin’
around like Mister King Dick of the place, that gossip is gettin’
accepted pretty dang quick.”

“I heard you got
caught in the shower by the perverted pair.”

“If you mean
those fag-hag guards, then yeah. It’s like they got a sixth
sense for it or somethin’. Don’t it piss you off?”
Irvine asked, glancing at the younger man.

“Mm… not
anymore. It used to embarrass the hell out of me. But, one, I’ve
gotten used to it, and two, the way Ink acts when he knows they’re
there.”

“A show off, eh?”

“A preening
peacock.” Javier giggled. “But I’d never complain.”

Irvine made a face,
wrinkling his nose. “He can’t be all that good.”

“Oh, he most
certainly is. And you’re bound to find out. Jade’ll let
him have a go at you. Probably only one though. Jade’s probably
more your type of man anyway, and I wouldn’t complain about
that either.”

Irvine leaned back and
regarded the pretty young man. “You actually love him, don’t
you?”

Javier’s cheeks
turned a powdered pink before he looked down at his lap, smiling
softly. “Yeah, I do. It’s funny really, meeting the man
of my dreams in here.” He waved a hand over his shoulder.

“The man of your
dreams? Uh-huh.”

“Well,”
Javier chuckled. “He’s a little shorter in person than I
expected.”

The assassin blinked,
then let out a bark of laughter. “That was a good one.”

The younger of the two
grinned and turned to lean against the wall. “So, we’re
friends now, right?”

- - - - - - -

“He says no, but
you just know he means yes.”

“Ah, the logic
twisted dreams are made of.” Zell snickered, switching his
weights to the other hand.

“Shut up, Ink. He
wants to act all tough and in charge, but he belongs on his back. He
knows it, and he loves it. Those sounds he makes just beg me to keep
going.”

“You know, all
this talk of Paris on his back is getting me pretty-”

“Horny?”

“Interested,”
Zell clarified, rolling his eyes. “You’re the horny
bastard around here.”

“Maybe, but I’m
pretty damn happy too.”

“Yea, if you get
some. You get pretty damn pissed off if Paris says no.”

“Well who in
their right mind says no to me?”

“When did we ever
say Paris was in his right mind?”

“Touché.”
Seifer chuckled. “Ink.”

“Yea, what?”

“If you can
seduce Paris into your bed, you can take him, once.”

Zell arched a brow.
“Big, bad Almasy finally gonna share is he?”

“Once,”
Seifer clarified.

“I don’t
want more’n once. I just wanna know what your big fuss is
about. I have Skid and I’m happy with him.”

“You’re in
love with him.”

“Details,
details.”

“Wolves don’t
fall in love.”

“Do you forget
I’m not actually a criminal?” Zell asked, arching
a brow.

Seifer blinked and
looked over at the other blond. “Guess I still do sometimes.
You sure as hell got the mouth of one.”

“Fuck up, Jade.”
Zell grinned.

“Point proven.”
He stood up from the bench he’d been sitting on and stretched.
“Come on. We should go shower before dinner.”

“Ah, a line like
that used to sound so much better before the cowboy-toy showed up.”
Zell gave a dramatically fake sigh, then grinned again.

“You’re an
insatiable fuck, Ink. I swear no one else here fucks as much as you.
Bottom, top- hell, sandwiched in between if you could get it.”

“Ooohh…”
Zell looked up in thought.

“No,”
Seifer jerked his hand to the side. “No three ways you fucking
sex-lush.”

“Lush my arse.
I’m a sexaholic and you know it.”

“Wasn’t
aware that was something to be proud of.”

“Hell, ‘course
it is. If you’re good at it, why wouldn’t it be?”
he grinned at Seifer in a way that could only be described as
Zellishly. “So, I can really take your bitch for a test drive?”

Seifer cocked a brow,
the snorted. “If you can get him into bed, go for it. I know
you wouldn’t force him.”

“Nope. Unlike
you.”

“I never forced
him.” Seifer scoffed and made a gesture with one hand.

“Right, because
‘no means yes’, right?” Zell smirked and shook his
head. “You’re more forceful than I am anyway, but that’s
probably the way Paris likes it.”

“Probably? From
what I’ve heard, it’s exactly what he likes. Speaking of
which, there he is coming out of the block. Gonna go work your
“magic”?” Seifer asked, smirking.

“Nah. Not yet.
Unlike you, I have some restraint.”

“‘Some’
being the appropriate word.”

- - - - - - -

Zell waited until after
dinner to make his move. He leaned against one of the wall-ends that
separated the cells and supported the bars, waiting for Irvine to
pass by.

He smirked to himself,
thinking over his plan, and shook his head at the thought of Seifer
not believing he could pull it off. Seduction he could do. Slamming
someone up against a wall against their will, not so much.

The guard lifted his
eyes as someone approached, raising his head and grinning widely when
he saw it was Irvine. “Hello, Paris.”

Irvine glanced at him a
mere second and kept on walking. “I know that look.”

Zell pushed himself off
the wall and took a couple of steps so as to get ahead of the
assassin. “Guess that means I don’t have to lay out my
intentions.”

“Lay out whatever
you fuckin’ well like. No way in hell you could make me scream
or beg. For nothin’,” Irvine added, glaring the blond
down, to no avail.

The younger man just
shook his head and smiled. “Maybe I should clarify my
intentions. I don’t want to make you scream or beg.”

Irvine lifted his head
a touch and looked down his nose at the blond. “No? What do you
want to make me do, then?”

Zell grinned devilishly
before launching into his little speech. “Unlike most of the
others, I know what you did to get in here. I know how alone and
isolated you have to be to do that. I know how cold you have to be.
So I don’t want to make you scream or beg. No, that would be
too easy-”

Irvine snorted but Zell
just pushed on, stepping closer and sliding an arm around the
hitman’s waist. “I want to make you warm. I want
to touch you until my fingers start fires over your skin. I want to
make you hot just from want. I want you to need it so bad you burn.”

The assassin swallowed
involuntarily but collected himself again. “Big ego for such a
short shit,” he hissed, looking down his nose at the guard
again.

“I have good
reason to have a big ego. Hasn’t Skid told you?” Zell
grinned, cocking his head to the side slightly.

“Like I’d
believe anythin’ outta the mouth that lives to suck your cock.”
Irvine sneered and turned his head aside. “Let go of me.”

“Aw, come on now,
Paris. Skid don’t have any reason to lie, no matter what he
does with his mouth. And, think about it,” he said, moving his
free hand to the hitman’s hip while the other danced up his
spine. “I’ll treat you like a prince, and once it’s
done, you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

Irvine grunted. “Only
want me once, hm?”

“Only allowed
once,” Zell clarified, grinning. “Then you can go back to
worrying about Jade jumping you every spare moment.” He ran his
hand up into the taller man’s hair, causing him to shudder very
slightly.

“Well… if
it’ll get you outta my face, I guess I could grit my teeth and
bare it for, what? Five, ten minutes?” He smirked until another
stroke through his hair made him moan quietly.

“Oh, longer than
that. Come on then, Paris. This way,” Zell said, sliding his
hand down to Irvine’s and leading the hitman into his cell.
“You really are beautiful.”

“I don’t,
like, need your compliments, Ink. Just get it over with.”
Irvine pulled his hand away, heading over to the bunk and laying
back.

Zell arched a brow.
“Nothing but business, hm?” But he didn’t mind.
Getting him into bed was the tough bit. Getting him to enjoy himself
would only take a matter of time.

He went over to the
bed, shedding his singlet on the way, and settled over the hitman.

Irvine allowed himself
a quick scan of the guard’s body. He was attractive; hard
muscles, toned and defined to a perfect firmness, moving fluidly
beneath lightly tanned skin. He might have even have had a chance on
the outside, had he been a bit taller, that is.

The blond grinned,
shifting lower on the bunk and bringing his hands to the hem of the
inmate’s top. He pushed it up his body, head bent to trail
kisses and nips up the slowly revealed skin.

He grinned as muscles
twitched slightly under his oral assault and arms lifted to make the
removal of the top easier. Another moment and it was gone, leaving
Zell to bask in the radiance that was Irvine Kinneas, half naked with
gold hoops through each nipple.

A small sound of
approval escaped his lips as his meandering mouth made a quick
detour, tongue swirling around one of the piercings before taking the
hoop between his teeth and tugging gently.

The assassin hissed,
body lifting closer to Zell’s as the guard continued to attack
his pierced nipple with his talented mouth. He snorted mentally
though. Little whore probably gets lots of practice.

His thoughts, however,
were cut off as one of the blond’s hands moved once again into
his hair, playing two of the hitman’s weak spots against him.
He moaned, quietly, but it was enough to cause the younger man to
smirk. He could feel it briefly against his chest. Cocky shit.

“It’s not
so bad, is it?”

“I’ll
live,” Irvine barely got out in a nearly normal voice.

“Good. I wouldn’t
want to fuck you to death.” Another grin.

“Like you could.
Cocky little shit.”

“Just you wait,
Paris. Just you wait.”

“I’m
waitin’, and nothin’s happenin’,” Irvine
retorted, but was cut off by his own gasp as Zell’s tongue ran
from his naval to his throat, body lifting with it.

“Sure. Nothing.
Why don’t I just see for myself, hm?” The guard cocked a
brow, free hand moving to the waist band of the hitman’s pants,
two fingers tucking inside and sliding around to the front.

Irvine glared down at
the younger man, but gave no other indication that he should stop.
And stop he didn’t. Zell brought his hand down from auburn hair
to help unbutton the pants, pulling them and the assassin’s
boxers down in one swift motion. The next moment his full attention
was on the beautiful killer beneath him, eyes wandering over every
inch of his exposed body.

Irvine lay there,
uncaring, knowing he was good looking and completely unashamed of
showing it off given the right circumstances; minutes away from sex
definitely being one of them. “You gonna, like, do somethin’,
or just sit around staring at me all night?”

“It’s
tempting alright. Definitely tempting.” He ran his hands down
smooth thighs and back up again. “But then again, so are other
activities.”

“Other activities
that most likely involve you losin’ your pants, hm?”
Irvine asked, one brow lifting in question before he turned to his
head to the side, feigning boredom.

“All in due
time.” One hand came up to the inmate’s chin, turning his
head back to him and closing the distance, kissing him slowly. Zell’s
other hand slid up Irvine’s side, over his shoulder and along
his arm to grip his wrist and pin it against the mattress.

Just as the hitman
began to part his lips to the blond, said blond pulled away, grinning
at the little noise he made.

“Tease…”
Irvine murmured, watching him move down the bunk once more.

This time Zell lowered
himself between Irvine’s legs, nuzzling his length, then
running his tongue up the underside from base to tip.

Irvine shuddered but
restrained a small moan by biting his lower lip and gripping at the
sheets. “S-stop that. Just do-oooh… do it.”

“And miss this
opportunity? Mm-mm, no way. You just lay back and enjoy yourself
while I do the same. It’ll be over eventually.”

A groan slipped passed
the taller man’s lips as Zell finished his statement by taking
him deep into his mouth. One of his hands betrayed his mental orders
to not respond, fingers threading through soft, blond hair.

The corners of Zell’s
lips twitched slightly at the hand in his hair, all the encouragement
he needed to take the hitman deeper and suck hard.

Irvine let out a
strangled cry, gripping hard enough to make Zell grunt, but far from
enough to make him stop. He continued to tease and please the
assassin until he was unable to restrain the little sounds Seifer
boasted of so often.

It was at that point he
stopped, drawing a panted string of curses from parted lips. He
smirked down at the auburn haired man, undoing his own pants while
waiting for Irvine to look at him.

“I hate you…
you mother… fucker. You suck.”

“No kidding,”
Zell replied with a chuckle, shifting a little to remove his pants
without having to remove himself from atop his treat. “I
thought you’d had enough of that. Maybe ready for a little
something more?”

“Just fuckin’
do it,” Irvine growled before his head snapped back as two
slick fingers slid inside him. “Uhh…” His eyes
fell shut again, lips parted, breath coming in pants.

“Better?”
Zell asked, pressing his body down against the assassin’s and
nibbling at his jaw line and neck.

“Mar-marginally,”
Irvine breathed, bringing a hand up to curl over the blond’s
shoulder.

“In that case, I
think you’ll enjoy the next part much more.” And with
that said, Irvine was given only a few moments to calm himself as
Zell removed his fingers, then slowly slid into the older man beneath
him, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The guard paused,
leaning down to press a kiss to the hitman’s lips, the down and
along his throat and shoulder. “You’re beautiful, Paris.”

“Uh… Good
for me. Come on… move, dammit. Just f-fuck me,” Irvine
whined, body shifting deliciously beneath the blond.

“Shh. Alright. I
guess I’ve teased you enough.”

“Damn fuckin’
right you have…”

Zell shook his head,
grinning, and then started moving. His pace started off slow and
strong, gradually gaining speed to a chorus of the little sounds
Irvine made.

The hitman didn’t
take long to learn the rhythm and the slight changes in pace. In no
time he was moving with the guard, hips lifting to meet each thrust.
The sounds he made were more subdued than when he was with Seifer,
more whimpers and needy whines. He didn’t scream his lungs out
and his throat raw.

Zell, for one, was
pleased. He wasn’t Seifer, didn’t want to be, and was
glad he could make Irvine sing a completely different song. It spoke
volumes in itself. He didn’t fake the sounds he made. His body
just knew what to do, what pitch, and how loud for each move
of his body. It was a thing of beauty.

“I-ink…”
his back arched, head pressed hard into the pillow as Zell’s
fingers came between them to wrap around his length.

The guard couldn’t
help but take a moment to think how much like an instrument the
assassin was like this. But such contemplations soon drifted from his
mind. All there was now was himself, Irvine and their quickly
approaching ends.

He could feel it in the
shift and strain of the muscles beneath him, could hear in the catch
of breath and hitch in the little sounds escaping Irvine’s
lips. His hand held firmer, moved faster, as he put his all into
pleasing the inmate.

And to his pleasure,
Irvine’s head snapped back, body arching off the mattress and a
sound caught between a cry and a moan slipped past his lips and into
the cell as his release swept over him.

With his goal
accomplished, Zell threw what restraint he had left to the wind,
letting his body revel in the evening’s past events and soak in
the atmosphere of sex and afterglow. Two more thrusts were all he
needed, his head bowed with his own release, a low moan escaping his
throat.

His body faltered a
moment before he caught himself, focusing long enough to withdraw
from the inmate and lay next to him on the bunk.

Irvine took only the
time he needed to recover before he removed himself from the guard’s
bed and went about finding his clothes, only a slight shake in his
step.

“Better hurry
‘fore they lock the cells. Jade’ll be missing you.”

The assassin snorted,
pulling on his pants. “I’m sure. He’ll just want to
reclaim me as his, no doubt.”

“I guarantee it.
Night, Paris. Good luck with, Jade. He’ll probably leave you
for tonight though.”

“Probably my
arse. He isn’t touchin’ me for a week after that last
stunt.” Without so much as a goodbye, Irvine slung his top over
his shoulder and left the cell, slipping back into his own only a few
minutes before the first call was made.

“Just
in time,” Seifer murmured, eyes glancing over at him, one of
his books in hand.
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