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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 – they are in prison afterall.
Horny boys. Horny boys kissing. Horny boys getting busy. Etc etc.

Pairings: OC/OC. XD

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:
Eoko, I thought I told you to note the date, and a fortnight from it.
The update is late. DX

Eoko:
I blame work, and school, and WoW, and RP and.. more RP.

Kitty:
Yay for RP! -squee- RP is win.

Eoko:
It is. But not when your characters are being stupid.

Kitty:
Who's characters are being stupid?

Eoko:
My Saix incarnate is being stupid. But I'm ignoring him right now.

Kitty:
Oh, okay. As you do. Speaking of characters... There is a character
in this fic who was originally a built, macho seme who molested
Irvine in the corridor in another fic of mine, and is now a complete
uke thanks to someone who shall not be named, EOKO.

Eoko:
His name is also a fun topic of debate.

Kitty:
Yes. It is a good demonstration of why you should not pick a name for
a char from credits on a movie. I am very phoenetic with my names, so
I spell them exactly like I want people to say them. But I guess it's
stupid of me to think everyone else does too.

Eoko:
Especially when people who have no connection to a certain race of
people pick the name to begin with. It's like how people say
jalapeÃ±o when they don't know it's suppose to be
hala-peeneeyo.

Kitty:
I know how to say that word. But I just thought "Javier"
sounded cool... since I pronounced it "Jay-vee-ah." When
Irvine called him "Jay" later on, Eoko was like "I'm
sorreh, whut?"

Eoko:
I was confused cause I have Spanish connections, and know the name as
the Spanish Hav-ee-air. Which is why I suppose we are telling you now
to fly in the face of Spanish culture and sound it out like and
Aussie in grade school. <3

Kitty:
Actually, we're not allowed to tell them to sound it out anymore. We
have to try other strategies, so there.

Eoko:
Kitty. They are at least twelve years old. They ain't gonna try
something new now.

Kitty:
-jumps on Eoko- Shh. They're older than that. They're all legal,
okay?!

Eoko:
I was reading NC-17s when I was 12 and I expect some of them are
12-14 as well.

Kitty:
THEY'RE LEGAL! -covers ears- Lalala!

Eoko:
Okay. For you they're legal, and for me I don't care. Huzzah.

Chapter
3. - Threats.

“I’ve never
seen a fish behave quite that badly,” Joseph commented, seated
on a chair with his side to the bars while Zell sat cross-legged
outside.

“Neither’ve
I, Grandpa,” Zell replied, drumming his fingers on his knee.

“They usually do
their best to stay on everyone’s good side until they
figure who they should and shouldn’t be palling up with. He
honestly pulled all Jade’s shit off the top and threw it down
the bottom?”

“Yeah. Little
shit was probably lucky I was there to at least straighten everything
out before Jade saw it. If he’d walked in on his stuff in one
big fucking pile in the middle of the bottom bed, I don’t think
he’d’ve wasted time bitching about it.”

“No, I don’t
suppose he would have. But what do you suppose Caraway’s
thinking?”

“I’d hazard
a guess our illustrious warden wasn’t thinking. Probably
too busy clearing up another one of Angel’s fuck-ups and just
put Paris in whatever free slot was apparent.”

Joseph chuckled,
running a hand through his mostly-grey hair.

“And in the
process probably made Paris into a ‘free slot’ within
Jade’s reach.”

“If he’s
got any sense, he’ll jump at the chance to bend over for Jade…”

“Like you do?”
Joseph wondered slyly with an arched brow.

Zell shrugged.

“What can I say?
He’s pretty good to me, but if Paris isn’t careful he’ll
find out just how vicious Jade can be.”

Joseph made a
thoughtful sound in the back of his throat.

“I’d almost
be willing to bend my preferences for this one. He’s pretty
enough to be a girl.”

Zell laughed and shook
his head, getting to his feet.

“I don’t
think you ought to say that to him. If there’s nothing
else…?”

“No, no. Go. And
I’d suggest you leave Prof and Blaze alone for the moment.
They’re arguing again.”

“Right,”
Zell said with a roll of his eyes and a grin. Every so often, Illo
and Raphael, or Blaze, would forgo other fuck-toys in favour of each
other. It was easy for everyone else to tell when this was going to
occur, because they would argue all day over the smallest things
whenever they saw each other. These arguments were just a veil for
the real argument, which was who would get to be on top this time. No
one had yet cracked the code of how they ended up deciding, because
the argument-loss rate for the day didn’t always correlate with
whomever was doing the screaming from their cell after lights-out.

Zell bypassed their
cell -

“…hate it
when you leave your books by the fucking loo!”

“Well, they’re
there so if you get the urge to set them on fire, I can put them out
again!”

“Oh, fuck off,
Prof! I don’t just light anything on fire!”

- with a shake of his
head and went to visit the Boss.

- - - - - - -

“Maybe I like
trouble.”

Seifer looked up from
where he lay on his ‘new and improved’ bottom bunk as
Irvine leaned over, ponytail hanging down. With the red mark from the
slap Seifer had given him earlier and the split lip, he certainly
looked like the kind of guy who liked more trouble than he
could handle.

“Yeah, well, you
must if you tried to sneak a knife past Captain Hardarse…”

“Try? What try? I
did sneak a knife past Captain Hardarse.”

“Yeah…”
Seifer sat up, careful not to hit his head, so his eyes were mostly
level with Irvine’s. “How did you do that…?”

“Me to know, you
to find out, Blondie.”

“Jade.”

“Or maybe
Seifer?”

“Don’t even
go there.”

Irvine smirked and
swung back up onto his bunk, because the blood was running to his
head and that just wasn’t comfortable. As anticipated, Seifer
was there in bare moments, arms folded over the edge of the low rail
and feet planted on his own mattress to keep him from falling.

“You really do
like to push your luck, don’t you?”

“Naw, just figure
since Ink ain’t too far away, he’d come ‘n’
stop you before you actually, like, killed me.”

“He’d let
me beat you to within an inch of your life first.”

“What makes you
think I wouldn’t even put up a fight?”

Seifer looked him over,
then snorted.

“I don’t
care how fast you are, there’s no room to move in here and it
wouldn’t be long before I pinned you down and beat you stupid.”

“I ain’t
fuckin’ defenceless, you know! I’m an assassin, for
fuck’s sake!”

“Assassin?”
Seifer repeated, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah, assassin,
hit-man, whatever. I’m it. Or I were ‘til – what’d
you call him? Detective Ice-Cock…?”

“Yeah,”
Seifer chuckled.

“ ‘Til he
come along. I still got no fuckin’ idea how he tracked me down.
I been coverin’ my tracks for damn near seven years, and ain’t
never had a sniff of suspicion, then up rocks Detective fucking
Ice-Cock and pounds down my hotel door! Right in the middle of the
best sex I’ve, like, ever had, if you please! Sexiest twin
women I ever did see…”

Seifer made a face at
the visual.

“I don’t
need all the damn details…”

“Well, isn’t
this cozy…?”

They both turned to see
Zell at the bars, a smirk curving his lips and his arms through the
bars, resting on a flat horizontal re-enforcing one.

“Oh, yeah. We’re
sharin’ life stories and swappin’ girl-scout cookies…”
Irvine muttered.

“I see someone
still needs an attitude adjustment.”

Irvine just rolled onto
his side, facing the wall and Seifer threw a glare at Zell.

“What? I told you
I’d be back to discuss details, or anything else you wanted to
talk about, did I not? Did you write in your journal like I told you
to?”

Seifer growled and
hopped off the bunks, Irvine snickering behind him.

“No, I didn’t.
And you can’t tell me what to do, either.”

“I wouldn’t
dream of it,” Zell murmured, eyes sliding past Seifer to
Irvine. He licked his lips, then blinked when Seifer suddenly came to
the bars, blocking his field of vision.

“He’s mine
first,” the taller blond growled.

Zell arched a brow,
tattoo shifting.

“What, you’re
gonna force him now? What if he doesn’t want you?”

“Oh, he’ll
want me.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“Damn right. If
he’s going to share my cell, he’s going to pay for the
privilege, and it won’t take me long to make him realise that.”

“Oh, no?”

“No.”

“Well, good luck
Helen. Paris’s fast asleep.”

“You’re
pushing it tonight, Ink,” Seifer growled, but the other man was
right. Irvine was fast asleep.

“I could take
care’ve you in the meantime…” Zell murmured, a
hand coming between the bars against the front of Seifer’s
pants.

“Whore…”
Seifer grunted, but he was smiling.

“You know it.
What d’you say?”

After a moment’s
contemplation, Seifer shook his head.

“No. Not tonight.
I’m not in the mood…”

“You…? Not
in the mood…? Is that even scientifically
possible?!”

“Oh, piss off,
Ink.”

Zell grinned and leaned
up on tiptoes, fisting a hand in Seifer’s shirt and pulling him
close so he could kiss him through the bars. The taller blonde
instantly plunged his tongue into the shorter’s mouth, kissing
him for all he was worth. He broke away in a moment, however, and
walked back to his bed, perching on the edge.

“See you
tomorrow, Ink.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.
Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do.”

Seifer snorted as Zell
disappeared, then lay down to get some sleep himself. Not long after,
the lights were turned out and Raphael and Illo made it evident
they’d finally decided who was topping tonight.

It was a shame neither
of them would come to the party as far as Jade went. It seemed they’d
only forgo their predominantly dominant natures for each other, and
no one else. They really were both very sexy…

Seifer muttered to
himself, then buried his head under the pillow and put himself to
sleep telling stories in his head about what he was going to do to
Irvine when he made the little fish realise how bad he wanted Seifer.

- - - - - - -

Seifer woke the next
morning to Irvine standing by the bars, brushing out his glorious
hair. He propped himself up on an elbow to watch, and realised the
self-proclaimed assassin gained some sort of almost ritualistic calm
from the activity.

When he had it
completely smooth and straight, he drew it back into the familiar
pony tail, but then went one step further, fingers flashing expertly
in and out as he plaited the long waves. Seifer licked his lips at
the thought of those dextrous fingers at entirely different
activities.

“I can almost
hear you leerin’,” Irvine said without even having
to look. He tied off the end of his plait, then flicked it back over
his shoulder and turned to face Seifer.

“I don’t
leer,” Seifer muttered, though he was well aware that was
probably the best word to describe what he had been doing.

Irvine just laughed.

“Fuck, I’m
hungry…”

“Nearly breakfast
time,” Seifer said, standing and stretching right up onto his
toes. Then he dropped to the floor and began to do some push-ups.

A guard came past,
rapping their bars twice.

“Kinneas, you’ve
got a session with Councillor Trepe today. Any bad behaviour will
be punished with solitary. Same goes for you, Almasy. You’ve
got your three-month check up with the Doctors.” The guard
smirked. “Gotta make sure you haven’t been sticking your
dick in anything… diseased…”

Seifer just ignored him
and continued with his push-ups, but Irvine put a hand on a hip and
arched a brow. He made sure the guard was watching, then ran his eyes
unsubtly down the man’s body, licking his lips.

“Baby…”
he purred. “You can stick your dick in me any day…”

The guard’s eyes
widened and Seifer paused to watch the exchange, highly amused.
Irvine smirked, pressing himself up against the bars, and stroked his
hand slowly up and down one of them.

“C’mon in
here, won’t you…? Promise I won’t, like, show you
a bad time…”

The man turned and
virtually sprinted away. Seifer burst into fits of laughter and
Irvine grinned, backing away from the bars.

“Guess I need to
work on my pickup lines… I thought that were a pretty good
come-on…”

“If it makes you
feel any better, I would have jumped you.”

“Darlin’,
you wanted to jump me without me havin’ to say anythin’.
It don’t make me feel any better,” Irvine replied, but he
gave a little wink, then slipped out of the cell as the bars began to
slide open, literally following his nose to where breakfast was.

Zell came up alongside
him as he walked.

“Hey, Paris.
Sleep well?”

“Like a log. And
my name ain’t Paris.”

“It is now.”
Zell smirked as they joined the breakfast line.

“I hate it here…”
Irvine decided morosely, gathering up a tray and glaring at the meal
that was placed on it, as though it were to blame.

“Oh, it grows on
you.”

“I can’t
believe you’re in here by choice…”

Zell chuckled, then
glanced over as Seifer entered, and the steady line of inmates all
moved for him so he could jump the queue and stand with Zell and
Irvine.

“You know, you
should get out of my way, Paris,” Seifer said over Zell’s
head as he took his meal.

Irvine just snorted and
looked away, groaned at the sight of the thick coffee he got next,
then went to find a table.

“Smooth,
Casanova.”

“Fuck up, Ink.
You should get out of my way as well.”

“Ha. As if.”

Zell collected the rest
of his breakfast, then went to sit with Irvine, ignoring the ‘piss
off’ glare the assassin gave him. Moments later, Seifer joined
them, then Illo, and one by one, four men Irvine didn’t know.
One stuck out his hand.

“Name’s
Skid. Well, used to be Javier… but…” He shrugged
and grinned. He had black hair to his shoulders, a vivid
electric-blue streak behind his right ear, and his demeanour and
build screamed bitch. So did the way he was glued to Zell’s
side.

Irvine looked down his
nose at the hand, but at a nudge from Zell, he reached across and
shook it.

Another man, this one
sitting beside Illo, also offered a hand. He was well-built and had a
laconic sort of smile that only seemed to be half there. His hair was
shortish and tousled, curling over his ears and was almost
fire-engine red. Zell almost kicked Irvine this time and he took the
hand.

“Blaze,”
the man told him shortly. Irvine wondered if that was because of his
hair.

“Raphael…”
Illo said with a curling smile.

“Fuck off, Prof…”

“That’s not
what you said last night.”

Raphael hit him upside
the head, but Illo only laughed.

It suddenly dawned on
Irvine, by the looks of the other inmates in the room and the wide
berth they gave the table, that he was sitting with the kingpins. Or
rather, the kingpins had sat with him. Except for Javier, who
was apparently just cute enough to have wormed his way into the
inner-circle. Wait… Irvine thought. Me too.

“This is Grandpa
and the Boss,” Seifer said respectfully. “Boss, Grandpa
this is Paris.”

Irvine was smart enough
to nod politely and the two older men acknowledged him with a slight
inclination of their heads as well. He was also smart enough to keep
his mouth shut when they started discussing the goings-on of the
prison.

“Paris’s
got Miss. Lens today, boys,” Seifer said towards the end of
their meal.

“Yeah, and I hear
you got the Doc and Angel-cakes,” Raphael put in, smirking.

“Yeah, don’t
remind me, Blaze…” Seifer muttered, running his hand
through his hair. “Angel poking and prodding my privates is
just the highlight of my day…”

Illo put his hand out
in a cupping motion and affected a high, annoying girly voice.

“Please, Mr.
Almasy, would you cough, sir? I’m sorry, I was only paying
attention to your big, strong dick. Could you do it again?”

The table erupted in
gales of laughter and even Seifer chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Anyway, I’m
sure Paris’ day will be far more interesting than mine. I
remember my first session with Miss. Lens. I thought she’d
never fucking shut up!”

“She doesn’t.
Ever…” Joseph put in.

Another round of
snickers went around the table.

“Just wait ‘til
she gets started on your childhood, Paris,” Illo said,
grinning. “That one goes on for hours.”

“Yay.
Rehabilitation…” Irvine said sarcastically and they all
laughed.

Is it even possible
to rehabilitate an assassin…? Seifer wondered to himself,
gaze slipping yet again to the new inmate.

Truthfully, he found the image of Irvine silently,
coldly striking out of the shadows an amazing turn-on.

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