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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.

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A Kitty and Eoko Fanfiction.

Warnings: Swearing! (In case you hadn't noticed that by
now.) And boy/boy relations (In case you hadn't worked that out by
now.)

Disclaimer: Eoko and I do not own the FF8 characters.
T_T Such a sad, sad thing. We don't even make any money off of this.
Woe.

Author's
Notes:

Kitty:
Hey~ Eoko~

Eoko:
Hi~ Kitty~

Kitty:
Guess~ What~

Eoko:
Um, you put the wrong chapter on the last chapter you uploaded?

Kitty:
DX Hey, I wasn't going to point that out. No, that's not it!

Eoko:
Then I dunno. XD

Kitty:
-grab- It's footy season again!

Eoko:
Oh gawd. Ph34r 7h3 K177y.

Kitty:
And! And! And! We won our first match. And! And! And! We're going to
see the footy next weekend! -dances about-

Eoko:
YAY TIGERS.

Kitty:
Also, I love this chapter .

Eoko:
What's the title?

Kitty:
I haven't named it yet... -falls over-

Eoko:
GGs

Kitty:
Shut up. I do things in order. AN's come before the part that says
the chapter name.

Kitty:
Shut up. I do things in order. AN's come before the part that says
the chapter name.

Eoko:
Okay, okay. Soooorry.

Kitty:
I forgive you. Everyone have a happy Easter, and enjoy the chapter~

Chapter
5 – Indecent Proposition.

Zell
decided he ought to go have a word to Joseph and Derek, but promised
to come back as soon as possible to proposition Seifer again. The
inmate waved him off, then paused just inside his cell door as it
slid noisily into place behind him. Irvine lay on his back on the top
bunk, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. One arm hung
over the edge of the bed, the other was flung over his eyes and the
end of his long braid also slipped off the edge.

He
really was stunning. It was surprising he’d ended up an
assassin and not an extravagantly paid male model. It begged the
question of his history and how he’d ended up the way he had.
Then again, Seifer mused, it was possible he just really enjoyed
killing. The blond had seen that before.

“You
don’t fuckin’ learn, do you, Blondie?” Irvine said
smoothly without moving his arm.

“I
can’t help it if you’re made to be fucked. By me.”

Irvine
gave a chuckle.

“Funny
you should mention that. You know you ain’t the only one
offerin’.”

“I
bet. But unlike you, Paris, they know how things work and they know
they better fucking well not touch what I want.”

“Shit.
Next damn thing you know you’ll be pissin’ on me to mark
your fuckin’ territory, just like the big dumb mutt you are.”

Before
Irvine even had time to yelp, Seifer had grabbed the neck of his
singlet and dragged him off the top bunk. He pushed the assassin to
the floor, ramming his shoulders against the lower bunk’s edge
and crouching threateningly over him, hand still fisted in his
clothing.

“If
you’re not careful-”

“Listen,
darlin’, yer threats are gettin’ really fuckin’
borin’. I-”

Seifer’s
admittedly short temper finally snapped and he jerked Irvine higher
by his singlet, then unceremoniously punched him. The hitman didn’t
make a sound and when Seifer drew back he only lifted his now
bleeding nose and looked down the length of it at the blond as though
looking at something smelly stuck to his boot. Seifer snarled and
struck again, swearing violently when another hand intercepted his.
He fought it, but he knew who’s fingers were wrapped around his
fist and he knew he wouldn’t break the hold.

“Seifer!”
Zell’s voice growled shortly, close by his ear.

“Fuck
off, Ink! He’s got it coming to him!”

“Got
you on a tight leash, don’t he?” Irvine murmured silkily.

Seifer
tried again to break Zell’s hold and when that had no effect,
he resorted to shaking Irvine by his singlet.

“Don’t
you know when to shut up?!” Zell exclaimed at Irvine.

“I
ain’t afraid of him!” the hitman screamed back. “I
ain’t afraid of nothin’!”

Zell
finally dragged Seifer off when it became clear he wasn’t going
to let go by choice. When Zell released him, he lunged at Irvine
again and the guard jumped in his way and pushed him back.

“Stop
it, Jade. Jade! Back off! Seifer!”

Irvine
stood, wiping blood from his nose.

“No,
you back off, Ink! Don’t fucking tell me what I can and
can’t do in my own damn cell. This pissant motherfucking little
fish needs to know his place and just ‘cause he’s got a
damn fuckable body doesn’t mean he can walk around like he’s
king dick and treat the rest of us like dirt! You know how it works
in here! You know!”

“Of
course I know! But he doesn’t care! You could beat the
shit out of him and he still wouldn’t care! Can’t you see
it?!”

“He’ll
care when I break every bone in his trigger-finger.”

“Just
fuckin’ try it, arsewipe!” Irvine growled from where he
now sat on his bunk, stemming the flow of blood from his nose with a
pillowcase – Seifer’s pillowcase which he’d
taken while the two blonds fought over him. A bit of a turn-on
really, being fought over.

“I’ll
do more than try it! And when I’m done, I’ll pin
you down and fuck you raw and you’ll scream until you like
it!”

“Oh,
yeah, baby. That really turns me on…” Irvine said in a
flat, sarcastic voice. He smirked as Seifer tried to get at him
again. The man was priceless entertainment, really. He was so used to
inmates bowing and scraping, so it was simple to push his buttons and
the heat in his jade eyes sent shivers through Irvine’s core.

Zell
dearly wished he could take one or the other out of the situation,
but his contract stated he was to follow the rules, and at the moment
the rules dictated inmates had to be in their cells.

“Paris,
shut the fuck up!” he yelled desperately. Blessedly, the
assassin fell silent, grumbling wordlessly to himself.

“Calm
down, Jade. C’mon,” Zell said lowly, gripping Seifer’s
singlet. “Didn’t I say you were gonna have to release
some of that tension, hmm? This proves it.”

Seifer
glared at him for a long moment, then suddenly kissed him, hard and
violent. Zell turned them, pushing Seifer back towards the bunks. He
sat the inmate down, leaning over him with his head bare inches from
the bottom of the upper bunk as he let Seifer kiss him.

“Oh,
fuck off!” came Irvine’s voice again. “You
ain’t gonna… Not with me right here!”

They
ignored him and Zell’s hands deftly undid Seifer’s belt,
then his pants before one slid inside.

“C’mon…
Relax, Jade. You know that arse won’t be yours for a long
time…” Zell purred against his ear. “Let me help…”

Seifer
just grunted, then groaned as Zell stroked gently, and subsided,
relaxing back against the wall as the guard slid down to kneel
between the inmate’s legs.

“I
can’t fuckin’ believe this…” Irvine
cried and Zell smirked, tongue flicking out against the tip of
Seifer’s length. The taller blond hissed, golden lashes falling
slightly over jade eyes.

“I’m
bleedin’ to death, y’know!”

They
ignored him and Zell suckled gently on the tip, making Seifer groan
and slightly lift his hips. He stroked his fingers through Zell’s
hair as the guard took him a little way into his mouth, rolled his
tongue over the tip, then backed off, licking teasingly. Seifer
growled and jerked Zell’s head forward by way of fingers buried
in his hair.

“Stop
teasing and suck it, Ink!”

Zell
smirked.

“Or
just friggin’ stop! Piss off!” came Irvine’s
snarl.

“Sorry,
Jade, I didn’t catch that… What’d you say…?”

“You
heard what I fucking said! First you beg, now you nance around,
little fuck! Quit using that mouth of yours to dribble shit and suck
my cock, right now!”

“Yes,”
Zell whispered and took Seifer deep and easily out of long practice.
The taller blond moaned throatily and his hips bucked, but Zell rode
it easily and swallowed around him.

Irvine
shifted, eyes falling shut and he bit his lower lip hard. Seifer
moaned again and the assassin shivered at the sound.

“Havin’
fun?!” Irvine hissed.

“Fuck,
yes…” Seifer groaned back.

“I
need a new cell. Ink, tell your guard buddies I fuckin’ want
a new cell!”

“I already –
fuck, Ink! – already… said that… Don’t
worry…” Seifer muttered, then gave another throaty
groan.

“Good for you,”
Irvine grunted, then to himself; “…Shit…”
His pants were getting unbearably tight. He wished they’d hurry
and finish.

“Ink, stop…
listening to us talk and… and d-damnwell concentrate!”

Zell chuckled and ran
his hand up Seifer’s thigh, tongue lips and teeth now moving
with far more purpose. Above him, Seifer growled curses and his
fingers worked in Zell’s hair. Higher, Irvine twisted on his
bunk, trying to relieve the building ache between his legs.

Fuck them.

Fuck.
Them.

And not in the good
way, neither.

“Just…
like that, Ink… yeah…” Seifer muttered, hips
bucking mercilessly into Zell’s mouth. The guard let him take
what he wanted, a quick, near-violent release, and it wasn’t
long before the inmate gave another cry and got just that. Zell
swallowed every drop gladly, even licking and suckling to make sure
he didn’t miss anything.

“Feel better?”
he asked softly, doing up Seifer’s pants and re-buckling his
belt.

“Mmm…”
he agreed, stroking Zell’s hair absently.

The guard stood and
leaned over Seifer again, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Now you play
nice, Jade. He wants to piss you off. Don’t rise to the bait.”

Irvine shifted above
them, and they both heard him make a little sound of desperation. A
smirk curled Seifer’s lips and Zell grinned fangily.

“Poor Paris’s
got a problem…” Seifer whispered.

Zell chuckled, pressed
a kiss to Seifer’s brow, and went to the cell door.

“Dincht override
one, three, three, seven. Cell number sixty-seven.” The cell
bleeped at them all and the bars slid open, then closed again the
second Zell had stepped outside. “Remember, play nice. And
write in your budding biography for Miss. Lens, okay? You know
she’ll be disappointed if you don’t write every
day.”

“Yeah,
yeah. Fuck up…”

Zell
laughed.

“Oh,
I plan to. Skiddles is waiting for me.”

“I
pity the kid, if only because you call him ‘Skiddles’.
His name is Skid.”

Zell just
winked over his shoulder and sauntered off, looking mightily pleased
with himself. Seifer wondered how Javier felt about Zell coming back
smelling and tasting of sex with another man, and then using him to
release his own frustrated arousal. Then again, he reflected almost
instantly, it didn’t matter how Javier felt about it. He was a
bitch. Zell’s bitch. And a bitch’s job was to lay down
and look pretty. Still, Seifer thought Javier was lucky. Zell liked
sex, and liked pleasing other men, so he was a good lover, and he
would never hurt Javier. Some wolves (1) would.

“You
stink of sex, shit-for-brains…” Irvine remarked from the
top bunk, interrupting Seifer’s musings.

“And
you sound like you wish you did too,” the blond replied coolly,
far to sated to rise to Irvine’s baiting for the moment.

“I
don’t have any wish for that little turd’s mouth on my
cock, thanks.”

“Oh,
you should… he’s really quite good. Anyway, could be my
mouth.”

Irvine
snorted, shifting again despite the fact it was having no effect at
all.

“As
if you’d suck me off without wantin’ somethin’ in
return…”

“Sure,
I would.”

“…Really…?”
Irvine wondered, and even went so far as leaning over the rail to
look down at Seifer.

“Yeah.
I’d suck you off without wanting something in return. But you’d
owe me.” And he grinned.

Irvine
threw the bloodied pillowcase at him.

“Prick! I fuckin’
hate this place! I fuckin’ need some damned
chocolate!”

“Chocolate…?”
Seifer echoed as he heard a cigarette being lit, which made him reach
for his own.

“Yes.
Chocolate. At the moment, I’d even fuckin’ suck Detective
Ice-Cock’s ice cock for some chocolate…”

“It’d
probably melt…” Seifer mused, then found himself
snickering around his smoke at the mental image.

Irvine
snorted and slithered off the top bunk, going over to the little sink
to wash the dried blood off his face. He balanced his cigarette
precariously on the edge of the steel while he worked. He hissed when
he pressed gingerly at the already darkening bruise alongside his
nose. Oh well. It matched the split lip and still-tender slapped
area. Maybe he should stop pissing Seifer off… but fuck it was
funny. And the heat of the blond’s anger was a thrilling
opposite to the cool of his own demeanour, he couldn’t deny
that.

His pants felt so
damn tight.

“I
swear I won’t look if you got to do something about that,”
Seifer said, nodding at Irvine’s pants, and the assassin
suddenly realised his cellmate hadn’t cursed even once since
Zell left. The blond blew idle smoke rings.

“Somethin’
about what?” Irvine replied blandly, climbing back up to the
top bunk.

He moved like a
long-limbed cat, Seifer thought, then amended the comparison –
he moved like a long-limbed cat with a hard-on. Poor Paris.

“Seriously,
Paris. That’s got to be painful. I won’t even listen.”

“Seriously,
Jade,” Irvine replied in a sarcastic mimicking tone. “Listenin’
to you partake in bizarre mating rituals that I, like, don’t
even wanna damnwell think about did not turn me on.”

Seifer
scoffed.

“You fucking
liar!” There was the swearing again, but he was laughing
through the words.

“No
lie,” Irvine said solemnly, rubbing helplessly, and uselessly
at the front of his pants.

“Bullshit.”
Seifer’s head appeared over the edge of the bunk and Irvine
jerked his hand away, but the blond had seen, and he smirked. “Not
turned on, huh? Lying little bastard.”

“Fuck
off, Jade.”

Instead,
Seifer smirked and, bracing himself with one hand, stroked the other
up Irvine’s thigh to cup the evident bulge, thumb rubbing
gently. The assassin hissed, showing his teeth, and rolled away from
Seifer, showing him his back.

“I
said; fuck off.”

“Mmm…”
was Seifer’s only reply and his hand curled over Irvine’s
hip and dipped against his arousal again. “If you won’t
take care of this, I will. I don’t want to listen to you
pissing and moaning all day because you’re fucking horny.”

“I
don’t need you touchin’ me!” Irvine snarled, but he
shuddered when Seifer reached inside his pants, having quickly undone
belt and zipper. “Jade, I’m serious…”

“Then
why don’t you sound it?” the blond’s mouth was hot
against his ear.

Irvine gave another
shiver, then jerked away from Seifer again, sitting up, and righting
his pants, despite how his body cried out. It was ridiculous. Under
any other circumstance, he’d be all over Seifer like a rash.
But he hated being told what to do, unless it was a job, and everyone
kept telling him to bend over and offer his arse on a silver platter
to this inmate. He refused to do it, to bow to anyone’s wishes
but his own. Okay, yes, at the moment his wish was to bend over and
offer his arse on a silver platter to this inmate, but because
everyone was telling him to do that, he just wouldn’t!

Seifer
shrugged.

“Suit
yourself,” he said flatly, and retreated to his own bunk.
Irvine tried to be quiet about it, but Seifer grinned when he heard
the assassin shift and sigh.

- - - - -
- -

Javier
looked up as Zell’s voice clearly spoke the override and he
stepped within their cell, a smirk curving his lips. There was no
mistaking that look – he’d been with Seifer. Sometimes,
when Javier thought about it too much, it hurt a little. But Zell had
saved him from having a truly bad time in here, and he was grateful
for that.

He smiled
shyly at his lover, already shirtless and waiting to please. Zell
came to him, hands knowing and mouth hot. He loved Javier’s
willingness, his eager need to please, and he had cultivated it and
still was, helping the younger man learn what he needed to know, and
providing protection from harsher, uncaring inmates.

Seifer had
never wanted Javier, proclaiming him ‘too young’ and
‘almost a kid’, but there were plenty of men who would
have taken him, and broken him, viciously and without a care for his
fragility. It wasn’t that he was weak, but he wasn’t a
hardened criminal like a lot of the inmates. They had, in fact, been
surprised when he’d been put in here. His ‘crime’
was an accident, and fear, and a first offence besides (aside from a
few speeding fines), but apparently some judge at the time had wanted
to make an example.

Poor
Javier.

Zell
stroked him gently, and made him moan then took him and afterwards,
the raven-haired man curled up against his side like a faithful
little puppy. The guard stroked his hair and thought about Seifer and
Irvine and hoped he wouldn’t find that a grease-spot on the
wall was all that was left of the assassin when the cells were opened
after noon lock-up.

- - - - -
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(1)
Thanks to Eoko’s obsessive tendencies we know that this term
refers to inmates who actively seek sexual encounters with bitches. I
think you can pick the wolves of this fic. *grins*
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