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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:
Foul language.

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

Parings:
Duh.

Author's
Notes: Uhh... yeah... long time. Sorry.

Chapter
15: Possession of an Illegal Substance.

“Oh, for fuck’s
sake, don’t even, Jade…” Irvine growled,
looking away from the cool green eyes that studied him. “I got
no patience. I got no energy. I got no nothin’ to give
you, and, even if I did, I wouldn’t after that fuckin’
shit in the shower!”

“Like you didn’t
enjoy it…”

“Like that means
you can do it whenever you want! Fuck! Just stay there, alright, and
leave me alone!”

Irvine stalked across
their cell and clambered up the ladder, aware of Seifer’s eyes
on him the whole way. And he couldn’t say he was really
surprised when, after he heard the thud of the book being dropped to
the floor, Seifer appeared, arms folded over the edge of his bunk.

“He fuck you?”

“You already know
he did…” Irvine murmured, turning away. “I need a
shower.”

Seifer looked
significantly at the bars as they rolled shut, though the movement
was useless, since Irvine wasn’t even looking at him.

“Too bad,”
he murmured.

“No fuckin’
kiddin’. Short little shithead wouldn’t just get it over
with!”

“He never does.”

“Oh, and you’d
know, wouldn’t you. Fuckin’ whore. Piss off.”

Seifer blinked, taken
aback at the tone of Irvine’s voice.

“I didn’t
think it was possible for you to be in more of a shitty mood
than usual, yet here it is. What’s up your arse?”

“Everyfuckin’one!”
Irvine snarled, rolling to face him and pushing him hard. He was so
unprepared for it that he toppled backward and landed with a thud,
barely managing to catch himself so he didn’t crack his head on
the solid floor. “Piss off! I just want to sleep!”

And he rolled away
again, tugging his blankets over himself and refusing to say or do
anything more, despite the various ways Seifer tried to get his
attention. In the end, Irvine slept like a log, totally exhausted
from the last couple of days, but Seifer slept like crap, and he
couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

- - - - - - -

“Seifer…
Oh… oh, do that again…”

“Do
what? This…?”

“Mmm…
that… Hell, yeah…”

“You’re
beautiful…”

“I
know…Oh, Seifer…”

“I
love the way you say my name…”

“…Seifer…”

“Mmm…”

“Don’t
stop…”

“I’d
never.”

“Don’t…
d-don’t stop…”

- - - - - - -

“…Oh…
Oh, Seifer…”

Having not slept very
well, Seifer was watching the cell bars avidly as the light began to
grow, signalling morning, and the words from the top bunk rang clear
in the early-morning silence. The mob boss stilled, staring at the
bottom of the mattress above him now and wondering if he was so
tired, he was hallucinating.

“…Seifer…”

Seifer blinked several
times, licking his lips.

“Don’t
stop…”

Shifting, Seifer
wondered at the fact that just the breathy voice could warm him and,
when Irvine moved slightly, he knew the assassin was waking from
whatever dream he was entangled in.

“Don’t…
d-don’t stop…”

It must be a really
good dream, Seifer reflected and Irvine shifted again, groaning
softly. The mob boss was just about to kick the mattress so he didn’t
have to listen to those – fucking hot, sexy, turn-me-on,
damn-I-wanna-fuck-him – annoying noises anymore when
Irvine cursed, signalling that he had woken.

Seifer watched as the
assassin flipped off the top bunk and landed soundlessly on the
floor. He straightened and stretched and Seifer couldn’t resist
asking;

“Sleep well?”

Irvine just shot him
his very best lava-freezing glare and draped his arms over the bars,
peering out to see if any guards were moving, and if they were, who
they were. It would probably be just his luck, he thought, that after
a dream like that, it would be Kitty and Eoko.

And what was with that
dream anyway?

He growled and started
to move away from the bars, but Seifer pressed against his back,
curling his hands around the bars and holding Irvine pinned there.

“Going to have
that shower…?” he wondered silkily into the assassin’s
ear.

“Yes,”
Irvine said shortly, and they both stepped back as the bars rolled
open, though Seifer remained pressed against him.

“Can I-”

“No.”

“Try and stop
me.”

Irvine smiled slightly
and went to Javier and Zell’s cell, nodding his head to the
pair as they exited. They both looked at him oddly, at which he
wasn’t surprised, since anything even approaching civility was
not natural to him.

“Hate to put the
pair of you out,” he drawled, ignoring Seifer’s hand
which was creeping closer to the front of his pants. Javier’s
eyes followed it. “But could you possibly keep this horndog off
my arse for ten minutes while I go and shower…? I want
my damn breakfast, but I need a shower, and if he…
Well, there won’t be time for breakfast.”

Zell grinned and Javier
giggled. The former stepped forward, prying Seifer’s hands off
the assassin and ignoring his growling curses.

“C’mon,
Jade. You gotta give him five minutes alone…”
Zell said as Irvine strode off.

“I do not.”

“What if you hurt
him…?” Javier said softly as Zell dragged the mob boss
towards their breakfast.

“So what if I
do?”

Javier twitched and
dropped his eyes, biting his lower lip, then he tried again.

“Don’t you
care about him?”

“Why should I?”

“But-”

“He’s just
a fuck, Skid,” Seifer said flatly, as though telling him
the sky was blue and the grass was green.

Javier plucked at his
singlet and sighed as Zell slipped an arm around him, the tattooed
blond having decided Seifer would go the rest of the way to breakfast
without his assistance, now that the smell of it was in their noses.

“I don’t
want him to hurt Paris…” Javier said softly.

“That’s up
to Paris to decide,” Zell replied, looking oddly at Javier.
“What’s gotten into you? You know how things work. You
know how Jade works.”

“I… I
know, but… Paris… he was so nice to me and I… I
don’t want Jade to hurt him like that…”

Zell smiled, pulling
Javier against him.

“Protective of
him…?”

Javier blushed at the
tone of Zell’s voice.

“Don’t
tease me! I can’t explain it… I just…” He
gestured helplessly as they entered the dining room, Seifer making a
beeline towards the food in front of them.

“I know,”
Zell said softly, kissing his hair. “I know…”

- - - - - - -

Irvine was enjoying a
couple of hours of peace, since Seifer was working. He lay on his
back, reading the book that had been in Seifer’s hands the
night before. It was the worst kind of romance novel, and the fact
that the mob boss had been reading it was a source of great amusement
to the assassin. But then, he had to admit, it wasn’t as if
they had a lot to do in here…

Except each other.
Stupid dream…

“Iiirvyyy…”

Oh for…

“Iiirvyyy
Kinnyyy-Pooo!”

“Go away,
Giggles.”

“Can’t. You
got a visitor.”

The diminuitive guard –
weren’t there rules about that? You must be this tall to guard?
– entered the cell and rapped lightly against the mattress base
beneath him, smiling up to him as he leant over to look at her. He
wondered if she had been so lax as to come get him alone, but then he
heard movement and her partner appeared, leaning in the ‘doorway’.

“Damn Ferret…
How the hell he get this in anyway?” she muttered, waving what
must be the cause of her delay – a packet of white powder.

“I thought the
boss stopped him having visitors…” Kitty said in
confusion, wandering over to poke at the drugs as Irvine flipped from
the bunk behind her.

“He did. And all
his mail is checked.”

“Associates!”
the smaller woman squealed, gesturing with her nightstick.

“How astute…”
Irvine muttered, yawning expansively.

“I know!”
Kitty replied, either totally oblivious to his sarcasm, or choosing
to ignore it.

“Oh, come on…”
Irvine muttered. “Let’s go.”

“Right!”

Kitty marched off, her
nightstick over her shoulder and her uniform hat askew on her
streaked hair. Irvine wondered, not for the first time, how in the
hell she’d ever gotten a job at all, let alone one in a maximum
security prison.

Aha! It was the
sunshine-yellow suited reporter! Today, her short-skirted,
low-necklined suit was fairy-floss pink. She really was very sexy…
Irvine reflected as he sat, growling when Kitty ruffled his hair
before wandering off.

The assassin just
gloried in her nearly-unclothed presence, then decided he might marry
her when she slid several chocolate bars across the table. He
wondered if criminals could get married. Mmm… conjugal visits…

“Sooo…”
the woman said, beaming at him. “Wanna tell me about the
conditions here…?”

“Well, Miss.
Tilmitt… to tell you the truth, they’re not that bad.
Some of the food is a li’l questionable, and a couple of the
guards have anger management problems… But, like, most of them
are alright.”

She stared at him.

“But… but
your face…”

Irvine looked blankly
at her, then remembered Seifer’s less than gentle reactions to
him and smirked slightly, tonguing the half-healed cut to his lip.

“Cellmate. He…
gets a bit irritated…”

“Want to tell me
about that?!” she asked, sounding far too eager.

“Not really,”
he said, because he certainly had no wish to discuss one Seifer
Almasy’s behaviour. He may enjoy pushing Seifer’s
anger-buttons, but he had no desire to get himself killed because he
went blabbing about the King Pins to some snappily-dressed,
pert-arsed little reporter.

“I gave you your
chocolate!” she protested, and he quickly lashed out and pulled
it into his lap before she could decide to take it back.

“It’s not
worth my arse, chicky. You’re askin’ me to rat on
important people here…”

“You promised!”

“I did no such
thing. I don’t see no contract in writin’. We didn’t
even shake on it. Guard!”

“Irviiine…”
Selphie whined, leaning forward and flashing her cleavage at him. He
certainly didn’t refrain from taking it all in, but he only
smiled sweetly and shrugged a bit.

“Missed your
chance, darlin’,” he said as Kitty took his arm and he
stood. “I’m in it now…” And he sauntered
off, complete with chocolate. Seifer could no longer ransom his arse
for chocolate.

Irvine smirked. At
least the visit had been worth it.

“Oh, what’s
this?!”

Irvine snapped out of
his reverie and blinked, realising Eoko and Kitty were standing in
front of him just before the yard gate.

“Huh…?”

“Contraband!”
Kitty squealed, prodding the chocolate bars he held cradled against
his stomach.

“What?! It
ain’t-”

“We have to check
that for drugs,” Eoko said seriously.

“They would’ve
checked before lettin’ it through!” Irvine protested.

Kitty giggled,
predictably enough, and reached out to take his chocolate, silencing
his protests with a prod of her nightstick to his navel.

“We don’t
trust them, do we Perv?”

“Nup. Don’t
trust ‘em at all.”

Then it clicked and
Irvine scowled.

“You just don’t
want Jade to lose his advantage!” he accused. The women
grinned, then opened the gate and ushered him through. Eoko stopped
to secure it while Kitty skipped off across the yard with his
chocolate. “Bitches…” he growled as Eoko passed
him. She just grinned at him, winking as she politely tipped her hat,
then strode off, swinging her nightstick.

Irvine withdrew a smoke
and lit it, sticking it between petulant lips and glaring his best
glare at Eoko’s retreating back. Damn freakish guards and their
weird fetishes… It wouldn’t surprise him if they went to
a broom cupboard somewhere and got each other off with their
nightsticks once they were done watching inmates fuck…

“At least they
didn’t hit you…” an altogether too perky
voice commented.

“Fuck off, Ink…”
Irvine muttered, striding across the yard.

Zell smirked, watching
that unbelievable arse sashay its way back inside.

He really was built to
be fucked… by Seifer.

- - - - - - -

“Jade!”

Seifer curled his lip,
but he knew if he ignored the little twit, she’d only pursue
him until he had a headache from her pestering.

“Giggles…”
he said by way of greeting.

“Got something
for you,” Eoko said as he turned to face them.

Kitty held up several
more varieties of chocolate and he arched both brows.

“I didn’t
even make an order…” he said slowly.

“Windfall,”
Kitty replied, and dumped the chocolate in his arms. “You
didn’t get it from us!” She winked and skipped off, Eoko
at her heels.

Seifer looked at the
chocolate in his hands, then chuckled and headed for his cell to
stash it.
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