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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.

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For
Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Fanfiction.

Warnings: Swearing – quite a bit. (This new word
program I have keeps trying to predict my words, and it just gave me
“bitchiness” as I was trying to type “bit”...
Go figure.) Horny boys, the usual stuff.

Pairings: La la la la.

Disclaimer: Eoko and I do not own the FF8 characters,
however we do own everyone else. So there. :P We also own the
plotline. We do not make any money off this fic, but only write for
our enjoyment and the enjoyment of all the hentai fans out there. XD

Author's
Notes:

Kitty: How long ago did
we put up the last chapter? I don't remember. Trying to do it
fortnightly, but I went away last week.

Eoko: Well, it wouldn't
be hard to check, but why do that when we can just update now?

Kitty: Well, exactly.
Why waste time? Eoko! Take note of the date, and calculate the next
update day.

Eoko: Right! Uh, what's
fortnightly again?

Kitty: -_- Every two
weeks.

Eoko: We don't use
that. We say, bi-monthly? Do we? I don't know. Every two weeks it is!

Kitty: You say
bi-monthly for every two weeks? -snerk-

Eoko: Well it's still
right.

Kitty: But wouldn't
that be every two months?

Eoko: According to
Merriam-Webster dictionary, it's both. Go the English language.

Kitty: That makes less
sense than a fortnight... O_<

Eoko: *shrugs*

Kitty: No wonder it's
hard to understand our language. Oh well. At least we know all our
readers know enough about it to read!

Eoko: Indeed! Now, we
should probably let them do that!

Chapter
2. - Tresspass.

It
was a short time after lunch that two guards brought Irvine Kinneas
into the cell block. They weren’t especially pleased with
Kinley at the moment. He should have taken the inmate directly to
his cell from the main office, not around
the fucking complex to the yard.

But things couldn’t
be changed, so they’d located Kinneas and piled his things into
his arms before marching him off to his cell. Wouldn’t have
done anyone any good for lock up to come only to have an inmate
unable to go into his cell because they hadn’t
shown him where it was.

They stopped in front
of one of the cells on the first floor, one that was obviously
occupied. “Alright, Kinneas. You’ll be in with Almasy.”

Zell peeked his head
out of his open cell and stared at them before coming out and over.
“You can’t put him in with Jade! He’ll have a
fit!”

“Hey now, Dincht.
You know we don’t have any say in who goes where. Warden
makes the arrangements, and he says Kinneas is in there. Nothing we
can do about it.” At Zell’s obvious display of
displeasure the officer continued. “Ya know what? I’ll
mention it, alright? But it’ll do just about as much good me
doing it as you.”

Zell sighed audibly and
looked over at Irvine.

He’d walked into
the cell and promptly grabbed everything off the top bunk, tossed it
unceremoniously on the bottom, then tossed his newly issued sheets
and other things up on top.

The tattooed man stared
at his actions. Alright, so he didn’t know the pecking order,
or who Jade was, or even how he should behave in prison…
but that… just was… blatantly wrong. Even the
two guards still standing there couldn’t believe it.

The blond looked back
at them and smirked. “Well, you guys be ready to handle a fuck
load of shit with them then.” He snorted and walked into
Seifer’s cell, dismissing the guards who soon took their leave.

“What the fuck
you doin’ down there?” Irvine asked from his place on the
top bunk.

“I’m going
to fix up this bloody mess you made.” He leaned over and
started making the bed and putting everything where it belonged.
“You’re asking for it… Waltzing in here and taking
Jade’s bunk.”

“There’s
two bunks, and he can bite my arse if he don’t like it.”

Zell snorted at that.
“You’re gonna get yourself in shit,” he mumbled,
almost more to himself, finishing up with the bed sheets. “I
could help ya out, get ya settled and stuff.”

“And stuff, my
arse. Fuck you. I can handle myself just fine. Don’t need
you or nobody offering me your help. Ain’t gonna be
your short arse’s little bitch neither, so fuck off.”

The blond glanced up at
him. He wasn’t even looking down, just laying on his back,
eyes focused on the ceiling. Fuck, he really was Paris. They could
only hope this Paris wouldn’t turn their Prison into Troy.

- - -

The annoying blond
maid had blessedly left as soon as the room was tidy. Probably
went running back to his master like a good little bitch to tell him
what had happened. Up side, he was gone. Down side, things were
fucking boring again. Prison did not suit him. At. All.

He swung his legs over
the side of the bunk and slid off, landing gracefully on his feet
with a slight bend to the knee and virtually no sound. Had to find
something to pass the time.

Irvine walked out of
his cell and looked around briefly. He caught sight of the steps to
the second level and headed off, eyes set in a permanent glare and
body emanating a ‘fuck off’ vibe.

His natural ‘come
hither’ looks did not help him in his mission to keep potential
fuckers away, but with a few snarls and stinging words he managed to
make his way up to the second floor and to a nice spot against the
rail to observe.

He wasn’t stupid.
He knew damn well he was making more enemies than friends at the
moment, and getting on everyone’s bad side. But he
wasn’t going to jump into the pocket of the first guy that
offered. No way in hell.

It wouldn’t be
hard to find the kingpins, who had the real power inside. Those were
the people to ally with. Not some horny arse fag. Last thing he
needed was being a bitch, and then getting whored around because his
guy’d been so low on the ladder.

Irvine lifted one hand
to cup his cheek while he watched the men below. It was a little sad
how there were “cliques” everywhere. As plain as they
were in high school, they were there in prison.

Men telling the stories
of their crimes, what went wrong, what they’d’ve done
different. So on and so forth. Newer blood trying to learn as much
as they could for when they got out again. Crime College really.

And there was that
annoying little blond again. He made Irvine furrow his brow. For
some reason he didn’t fit any of the groups he stopped
to hang with. He didn’t belong, but he was always welcomed.
And he was nearly always smiling. What the fuck he have to smile
about?

“Enjoying the
view?” a familiar voice asked as someone joined him against the
rail.

“Bloody
brilliant, really.” He basically ignored the green-eyed blond
from before. He continued to watch the annoying one. He’d
headed into a cell on the opposite side of the building, making it
easy for Irvine to see what was going on.

“You watching
Ink? Didn’t realize you were into his type.” Seifer’s
voice was casual. He hadn’t yet been to his room to see what
had taken place.

The auburn haired man
scoffed and rolled his eyes. “The fuck is up with him? He
don’t got no place. He’s everywhere. Never stays still.
Annoying fucker.”

“I told you,
don’t talk shit like that about Ink. You’ll have an army
on your arse before lights out.”

Irvine curled his lips
into a smirk and turned his head a little to look at the tall blond
beside him. “Oh? Did I have it all wrong before? Are you his
little fuck toy?”

Seifer glared daggers
at him. The guy should be on his knees, asking forgiveness for
previous indiscretions in obvious ways. Instead he was
quickly making his way up the list of his least favorite people.
“Watch your fucking tongue, or it’s gonna get ripped
out.” His voice had a certain bite in it that hinted at how
serious that statement was. “Ink’s different. You treat
him right, like everyone else.”

“He that
important?” Irvine inquired, more shocked than anything, but
still interested.

The blond chuckled.
“Could say that. He’s a guard.”

“Was a guard, you
mean,” the more slender of the two said, as if stating a fact.

“I mean what I
said. He’s a guard.”

“Don’t look
like no fuckin’ guard I’ve ever seen.” He looked
back to the blond on the ground floor and lifted a brow at him, as if
inspecting an ant. “Besides. If he’s a guard how come
he ain’t dead yet?”

Seifer rubbed at his
temples. “Sometimes I hate fish. Okay, Paris, let me explain,
briefly. You wanna know more, ask him. Ink’s in here for
work. He lives in here, he eats in here. Aside from his rounds and
some sad piece of shit he’s gotta write up each month, he is a
prisoner.”

Irvine sneered in
disgust. “Let a rat live among you. Fuckin’
disgustin’.”

The blond promptly
turned and slapped him across the face. “You fucking well
listen. You know shit all about what goes on here, so shut the hell
up and learn something. Ink ain’t never been a rat. And he
ain’t ever going to be. Part of his contract. He won’t
fuck that up. Only stuff he ever talks to the guards about is what
we let him. Otherwise he’s as tight mouthed as us, lot more
than some of us.”

Irvine stared at him
for a moment before regaining his detached persona. “Still
can’t believe he’s still alive.”

“He’s got
the head guys on his side. Besides, he’s a black belt in I
don’t know how many disciplines and he’s strong as
fuck. Probably faster than you too, Paris. Do not underestimate
him, and don’t talk trash about him. He does good things for
us.”

He wasn’t
listening anymore, not so much anyway. He was mentally kicking
himself. Jade, if he’d overheard the tattooed man correctly at
the gate, had said ‘what we tell him’ which, with minimal
deductive reasoning, meant that he was one of the top guys. And it
looked like the guard would make a useful “friend” too.

“Explains why
that fucker backed down when he brought me in,” he commented
dryly.

“Captain
Hardarse, fuck. He gives Ink more shit than the fish.” Seifer
pushed off the rail and started off, but paused just a moment and
looked over his shoulder. “You need to find yourself some
allies pretty quick, or you’re going to end up the victim of a
gang bang or two.”

Irvine just snorted and
rolled his eyes. But he wondered to himself; was that a warning? …or
a threat?

- - - - - - -

The bell for lock up
rang and everyone wandered back to their cells, in no real hurry to
get there. Seifer was the first to get back to his cell to
see the slight change of scenery. He didn’t even have time to
swear before Irvine stepped into the cell, the bars shutting behind
him.

The blond spun and
glared. “What the fuck!?”

“Looks like,
sadly, I’m your cell mate.” Next moment he was swinging
himself up onto the top bunk and staring at the ceiling.

“I can’t
have a fucking cell mate! I’m Seifer fucking Almasy!”
Oh… he was pissed. He didn’t use his own name like
that unless he really wanted to make a point.

“Almasy?”
Irvine queried, brows furrowed in thought, then relaxing with a
shrug. “Never heard of him.”

“You lying fuck!”
Seifer grabbed his pillow and swung it up at Irvine as hard as he
could.

“Jade! Stop it!”

The blond turned from
his victim to the front of his cell. Zell was there, hands curled
around the bars. “He’s in my cell,” he seethed.

“Shh, I know.
Come ‘ere.” He motioned with one hand. He smiled when
Seifer did come over. “Look, I know you’re upset. I
even made a snit about it when they brought him in. I’m going
to see what I can do, but probably not a lot.”

He reached through the
bars and grabbed a handful of Seifer’s singlet, pulling him
closer. “And plus, locked up together. Maybe he won’t
turn you down again.” The little blond smirked, and in no time
the expression was mirrored on the older man’s face. “Now,
you behave yourself until dinner. I have to go finish talking to
Grandpa, and the rest of the elites, which means I’ll be back
to see you shortly.”

“You already know
what I want.”

“Yea, a cell to
yourself. We’ll discuss the particulars. Now, go write in
your ickle journal about your pent up rage at the idea of sharing a
cell.”

“Don’t say
that word, Ink. And it’s not a journal. It’s a
budding biography.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.
I’m going now.” He released the front of Seifer’s
top and turned away, heading down the hall and across to Grandpa’s
cell. You’d never see that man sharing a cell.

Irvine had
inconspicuously been observing the two. Now that he was beginning to
understand their place in the prison hierarchy, he could start to
make a place for himself. “You and him…?”

“Regularly.”

“Wouldn’t
have thought you’d be the type to fuck guards.” Irvine
snorted and lay back.

“Don’t fuck
guards. I fuck Ink. Another of the reason’s he’s well
liked.”

“He’s a
whore,” was the fish’s biting comment.

Seifer just chuckled.
“A bit. Twisted little fucker too, for someone in law.”
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“Hey,”
Irvine said suddenly about fifteen minutes later. “Why’s
he out of his cell if he’s livin’ like us and all that
garbage?”

“Doing his
rounds. One during morning lock up, one during afternoon. They’re
stupid. He talks enough to people while the cells are open. But
they like him coming around. Breaks up the routine. Never sure
where he’s gonna go after he sees the “Elites” as
he’s dubbed us.”

“This is a
fucking strange prison.”

“It has its
moments. But rather be in here than somewhere else. Not a lot of
places have a guard that knows what it’s like, even to get shit
from the guards like the rest of us.”

“S’pose you
got a point.”

“Damn straight.
I’m always right so you better fucking listen to what I got to
say.”

“Cocky as all
fuck too. Shut the hell up.”

“You’re
asking for trouble.”

Irvine leaned over the
small rail of the top bunk. “Maybe I like trouble.”

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1. I shall have you all know that at the time of writing
this chapter, I, Eoko, am not only a student in the Criminology and
Criminal Justice Program, but am also currently seated in the
university computer lab passing the time between classes. Therefore,
I am also a twisted person in law. XD
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