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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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Chapter List
- 7
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- 9
For
Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

Warnings:
Late updates...?

Disclaimer:
We don't own the Final Fantasy 8 characters, nor do we make any money off this fanfiction.

Parings:
Duh.

Author's
Notes:

From
Eoko: You're
worse than I am dammit. See what I mean about failing at it when we
don't see each other daily? The poor damn fans. Anyway, tell em Ray
of Hope Orphanage updated. Or, I just did. And also, any huge Selphie
RPer fans, message me on AIM (Booya Blond). I need a Selphie.

From
Me: Yes, I am worse than she was. Really. In my defence, I've been
flat out like a lizard drinking lately. Go me. I had a 21^st
party, have 21 children under 8 to deal with every day, have to plan
for them every night, am in a production of Oliver, and my cosplay
plans are up shit creek without a paddle. Suffice it to say, I have
been a little stressed lately. To make up for my EPIC tardiness. I
offer you two chapters. One of Eoko's and one of mine. And I promise,
next fortnight, you will get updates... maybe. No, I'll do my best.
Loves on you all.

Chapter
8 – Sexual Assult.

Two days
had passed. Zell had asked Eoko and Kitty about bringing in some
chocolate. As long as they declared the items and had them checked
they were allowed. It wasn’t like they were smuggling in
contraband and the like.

Still, when the
tattooed blond had inquired as to whether they would help or not Eoko
had cocked a brow at him and asked why he needed chocolate. When his
reply was given that Seifer wanted it she arched the other brow.

Seifer wasn’t
exactly the type to indulge in a sweet treat, unless that sweet treat
was better known as a cigarette or a fine piece of arse. She had
looked to Kitty for her theory on why the mobster would want
chocolate.

Zell, though, had come
to his own conclusion and had put forth that it had something to do
with Irvine. Considering Seifer’s obsession with getting in
the assassin’s pants it was pretty clear he’d use it to
accomplish that goal.

At hearing this Eoko
started asking what type he liked and what his favourite brand was
while Kitty started fumbling madly through the little pouch she had
to see if she had any on her at the moment. By the end of the little
discussion they promised to have a few chocolate bars the next time
they were in.

That was tonight, and
Zell was grateful to them since maybe Seifer would stop being such a
supreme arse just because he couldn’t get laid by the
auburn-haired hitman. Zell was more than willing to help
Seifer get laid, but fine. If he wasn’t interested at the
moment maybe he’d just take Rikan up on his hopeful pleading.

Seifer was off doing
his job at the moment so he was blessedly not drooling over Irvine
for all he was worth. He had to ensure he could afford his
cigarettes so a few days a week in the metal shop was worth it. He
was quite good at what he did though.

But with Seifer busy
Zell could take the opportunity to admire Irvine for himself without
having the taller blond breathing down his neck. He was being stupid
with all this possessiveness. He knew damn well that if he said Zell
couldn’t take him first then he wouldn’t.

Speaking of the
apparent cowboy, where had he disappeared to and what sort of trouble
was he getting into this time? More guard brawls, or perhaps he was
chatting up that girly Rikan had told him about. Well, definitely
time to go find him.

- - - - - - -

Irvine walked around
the yard, bored as usual. He almost wished Seifer were around so
that he could coolly provoke him to the point of exploding. At least
the man was entertainment, if not a pain in the arse. Well,
considering the way things were going, he might become that as well.

The hitman cocked a
brow and peered around a corner where the buildings came together to
form a sort of little alcove. It was nice. Small and quiet, hardly
noticeable. You couldn’t even really see it from any main part
of the yard, only from the strip directly in front of it parallel to
the programs building and library.

Suddenly it dawned on
him what other benefits a secluded little alcove might have as two
sets of arms quickly wrapped around his and held him fast. He jerked
left and right but the men were built and were in no way inclined to
let him go. They pulled him into the back of the alcove and turned
him to face out toward the yard.

Blocking his view were
two men, one was tall, toned, and tanned. He had raven-dark hair and
possessed brown-gold come-to-bed eyes. Behind him was a muscled
brute that grinned at him lecherously. Off to the left was a rat-ish
little man that kept peering around the corner- a look out.

Fuck.

“Hello. It’s
so lovely to finally meet you. Paris, right? That’s what
everyone calls you in here, isn’t it?” came the smooth,
rich voice of the rather attractive looking inmate. He had a voice
that could melt your spine.

Irvine however, was
unphased by the voice, much more concerned with that fact that five
men were far, far to close to him and it didn’t take a
genius to understand why. “S’right. And what do they
call you?” he asked, lifting his head and looking down his nose
at the dark haired man.

“Ethan, Ethan
Kayne. I haven’t the pleasure of procuring a prison
name,” he said, grin in place as he stepped closer to Irvine
and lifted a hand to comb through the strands of silken hair the
assassin let fall in front of his ears.

Irvine jerked his head
to the side and glared dangerously at the man. “Get off me,”
he growled, pulling and twisting at the arms that held him.

All he got in reply was
a mingled sound of chuckles and hearty laughs.

“Oh no, no, no,”
Ethan said, grin still covering his smug face. “We intend to
have a lot of fun with you.” He dropped his hand to
slide up under the hitman’s shirt and against his smooth, hard
stomach.

No… No!
Fuck! He twisted again and coiled away from the man’s
touch. He didn’t look the type, and Irvine had never
experienced a feeling like it before in his life, but the touch
screamed rapist.

At the struggle Irvine
put up Ethan decided to show the assassin just what his place was.
He took hold of the man’s singlet in both his hands and smirked
wickedly before pulling hard, tearing the cheap material in two.

Irvine’s eyes
widened a moment before he calmed his outer appearance. He wouldn’t
let these men have the satisfaction of his fear. He would not give
them anything. They deserved nothing.

Ethan made an
appreciative sound in the back of his throat as the sight of the two
silver loops adorning the hitman’s nipples. He took one
between his fingers and tugged. A cool, sky blue glare was the only
answer he got for it.

“Turn him around,
against the wall,” Ethan commanded the two men that held him
firmly. “And once I’ve had my fill, he’s all yours,
boys.”

Irvine shut his eyes
tightly as two sets of hands shifted and gripped again, turning him
around and pressing him against the cool, shaded surface of the back
wall. His mind was racing while he forced his breathing to remain
steady.

No…
please, please, please, no…

The little group’s
leader wound his arms around Irvine, hands making quick work of the
button and fly of his pants. A moment later and those pants and his
boxers pooled around prison-issue sneakers. Another moment and the
sound of a second zipper slowly sliding down met frightened ears.

This is going to
hurt!

“Fuck!”
came a vehement curse and Irvine’s eyes shot open. As the
hands holding him loosened he twisted wildly, breaking out of their
grip. He curled down and into himself, able only to pull his pants
back up before he clutched his knees and pressed closer to the wall.
He couldn’t hear what was going on and his eyes were pressed
tight shut once more.

Zell had seen the
lookout and, knowing what that alcove was sometimes used for, went
over to investigate. The eyes of the group had bolted upon seeing
Zell approaching, not even uttering a warning to the men behind him.

What the tattooed blond
saw next filled him with possessiveness enough for himself and Seifer
and an overwhelming urge to protect the man about to be defiled
by one of the most heartless, cruellest people within the walls of
this prison.

He reacted on fury and
instinct, hours of training kicking in. Zell grabbed Ethan by the
shoulders and drove his knee up and around into the side of the man’s
thigh, causing his leg to buckle and making it that much easier to
turn him slightly and slam him down into the ground.

The guard held Ethan’s
arms behind his back and dug a knee between the rapist’s
shoulder blades. His eyes turned towards the rest of the men,
glaring daggers and daring them to just try something so he
had an excuse to break a few bones.

“Back the fuck
off him. Get your worthless arses out of here before I lose
my restraint,” Zell hissed dangerously and dug his knee into
Ethan’s back, forcing a pained cry to escape his lips. They
didn’t need more encouragement than that. They tore off and
scattered.

The blond leaned down,
lips coming close to the pinned man’s ear. “That was the
stupidest thing you could have ever done, Ethan.
You’re lucky I don’t rat, to guards or inmates. You try
this shit again and I’ll rip your cock off and shove it down
that sweet talking mouth of yours.” The steadiness and
vindication in Zell’s voice caused Ethan to shiver with fright.

“Yes, Ink…”

With that Zell pulled
back and off the man, wiping himself off, disgusted with having had
touched the smooth voiced rapist. “Now get the fuck
out of here!” he yelled.

Ethan started at the
volume then quickly left the alcove, leaving Zell and the cowering
Irvine alone.

The fury and anger
melted away at the sight of Irvine and was replaced with sympathy and
a need to comfort him. He moved over to the man, dropping to his
knees and wrapping his arms around him from behind.

Irvine jerked and
twisted, struggling in the man’s grip. He flailed his arms and
fought hard until those arms came around his, holding them against
his body and held him tighter, closer. He wanted to scream and cry
out. Anything that would stop this.

“Paris,”
Zell’s voice was soft but the hitman kept struggling in his
hold. “Paris,” he repeated. “Paris- Irvine.”

“Ink…?”
Irvine asked, voice soft as his eyes opened a little again.

“I’m here.
Don’t worry.” The blond relaxed his arms, holding the
hitman protectively but no longer preventing his movements, mostly
because he was no longer moving much. He slid his hands down to the
front of Irvine’s pants and the man jerked in his arms.

“Don’t
touch me!” he cried, then realised that Zell was doing his
pants back up, not taking the opportunity to fondle him. He looked
down at the ground. “What are you doin’…?”

“Making you
presentable again. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

“No… they
didn’t get that far. Guess I’m lucky for once to have
your little bitch arse watchin’ out for me on Seifer’s
behalf.” He twisted his head to the side to look over his
shoulder as the guard slipped his torn top off. Less than a minute
later Zell had pulled his own off and got Irvine into it.

The blond smiled
gently. “Listen, Paris. I know it’s hard. How do ya
think it was for me when I came in? I’d done my practicums
here, I worked here before I took on the assignment. They knew I was
a guard. That made it really hard. It’s just as bad, if not
worse for you. You’re beautiful and you’re trying to get
into trouble.”

“Fuck off, Ink.
I don’t need your sentiments or your pity. You don’t,
like, know me, so don’t pretend to.” The singlet he was
now wearing was warm from Zell’s own body heat and it unnerved
him a bit. “Aren’t people going to wonder why you’ll
be walkin’ around topless?” he inquired though only to
change the subject, and he really didn’t want to make small
talk.

Zell stayed kneeling as
Irvine drew away and got to his feet, brushing himself off and
getting back into the cold, calculating demeanour that was Irvine
Kinneas. “Me? No, they won’t think nothing of it. Any
excuse really. You can keep that one. Toss it in for cleaning with
the rest when ya get back to your cell if ya can’t stand
smelling me on you. I don’t care.”

“Well, that’s
mighty big of you,” Irvine said, rolling his eyes, voice
obviously sarcastic. He walked off out of the alcove but paused
after only a few steps and looked back. His eyes darted to the
numerous and intricate black patterns adorning the man’s back.
No wonder they called him ‘Ink’. He snapped out
of it before his glance could be defined as staring.

“Listen. You
helped me out there. I… appreciate that and all. I would
have lived, but it’s not like I’d enjoy gettin’
raped by a band of lunatics.”

Zell grinned over his
shoulder, the tattoo on the left side of his face adding to the
numerous ones across his back. “I was saving your arse, but I
was saving their lives - not that they deserve it - and probably the
lives of every living relative outside these walls - who might. Jade
would not have been pleased. Speaking of Jade, I take it you’ll
be forgetting any of this ever happened?”

“Don’t see
why that mule in heat needs to know anythin’. I’m fine.
I look it, don’t I? He’s a fuckin’ arsehole and he
don’t need to, like, concern himself with me.”

The guard moved back
onto his feet and fell into step next to Irvine. “He is,”
Zell admitted with a chuckle. “He’s cocky and arrogant
and expects everyone to bow down to his every whim and desire. I
don’t. I brush him off a lot of the time. If he’s just
on some power trip, I ain’t gonna take his high and mighty
shit.”

Irvine grinned a little
but covered it by holding a cigarette between his lips and lighting
it. “Looks like you bend over pretty nice for him when it
matters.”

“Oh, I do. But
he ain’t the only one benefiting when I bend over to his
power trips. You learn to make him happy, and damn can you be
fucking happy too.”

The auburn haired man
twisted his face into a look of disgust. “Goddamn, please. I
just went through that ordeal and you, like, want to make me lose my
lunch?”

Zell chuckled deep in
his throat. “Ah, Paris. I like you.”

“Say what?”

“I like you,”
the blond repeated. “Your attitude, the way you make Jade
fucking lose it. It’s too funny. And that way you look down
your nose at Kinley- that is just priceless. I wish I could
look down my nose at that arsehole.”

“Can you look
down your nose at anyone?” Irvine asked, cocking a brow
then taking a long satisfying drag on his cig.

“Sure! I can
look down my nose at... Giggles and…. ants?”

The assassin snorted,
grey smoke coming out of his nose. “Ants, huh? Bet that just
terrifies the little critters.”

“Oh, no doubt!
Uh oh…”

Irvine looked up ahead
of them to see Seifer storming their way. “You in trouble,
Inky-poo?”

Zell glared up at the
hitman. “He doesn’t like me within arm’s reach of
you. Thinks I have no self control- look who’s talking!”
He shook his head and smiled widely as the taller man came up, right
into his personal space, and glared down at him.

“What are you
doing?” he growled, jade eyes narrowed to slits.

“I was walking
with Paris. We were discussing my ability to terrify ants with a
single glance.”

Zell's words floated
forward to Irvine’s ears and he continued walking. He didn’t
give a damn if the blond idiots had a little yelling match over him.
Actually, it was rather pleasant to know that he was oh so important
to the two rather… supremely attractive men.

Seifer tilted his head
down, then back to meet jubilant sapphire eyes. “Where’s
your shirt?” he growled, but it was losing its edge. Half-nude
Zell did that to an angry Seifer.

“Here,” he
said casually, waving the hand that held the bunched up shirt in
front of the taller man’s face. “You know me, Jade,”
he said, dropping his voice and pressing up against the older blond.
“Any reason to get naked, or as close to it.”

The
mobster grinned, arms winding around the tattooed guard. “Yea,
I do know you.” He blinked then and lifted his head, looking
around. “Where’d he go?”

Zell snorted before
burying his face into Seifer’s chest and laughing. “He
kept going the second you stopped me. Numbskull. Should pay more
attention to the man you want to fuck.”

The taller blond
reached between them and pinched one of Zell’s nipples hard,
but only made the guard grin against his body in approval. “Fuck
up, Ink. Once I bed that pretty boy you know I’ll treat you
good.”

“That a promise?”
he inquired, leaning back to look up into deep green eyes.

“You know me,
Ink. I can go on for hours.”

“Hours? Is that
right?” Zell asked teasingly, plucking at Seifer’s
singlet.

“You know
it.”

Chapter
9 – Administering a Substance with Intent.

A
couple of hours and another helpful blowjob later, Seifer headed off
to dinner with a spring in his step and chocolate on his mind. Those
two insane girls knew what the chocolate was for, so no doubt it
would appear as soon as possible. Of course, they might ask to watch…
Irvine might not like that…

Hmm…
A trade-off might be in order.

One
round with Zell and another with… maybe Tony might persuade
them to leave him alone with the chocolate and the assassin. Might.

He
literally ran into the aforementioned assassin in a corridor leading
back from the yard. The man made no sound, which was really quite
unnerving, as he lost his balance and fell on his arse.

That
was nice, Seifer thought to himself, eyeing the spread legs and the
way Irvine held himself up on his hands. He couldn’t resist
crouching over the assassin’s lap, tongue running along his
upper teeth.

“Howdy,
Paris…” Seifer purred in a close imitation of his Texan
drawl. “Fancy meetin’ you here…”

“You
know, people doin’ that gets real old after a while…”
Irvine replied coldly, then hissed as Seifer’s hand pressed
against the front of his pants.

“Let
me show you just how new I can be…” he murmured.

Irvine
stared at him.

“You
do know that was absolutely the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever
heard in, like, all my born days, don’t you?”

“Mmm…”
was Seifer’s only response and he leaned forward, nuzzling at
Irvine’s jawline.

Irvine
let his eyes slip shut, thoughts flashing back to earlier. Assassin
or not, he couldn’t protect himself against a group like that,
even if they’d given him time to get to his knife, which they
hadn’t. Maybe he needed Seifer’s protection. Maybe he
needed Seifer.

He
hated needing anyone.

He
growled and fisted his hands in Seifer’s singlet, intending to
push him off, but the blonde had gone suddenly still and very quiet.
He lowered his weight to settle in Irvine’s lap, mouth now
against his shoulder, and he suddenly bit there, making Irvine cry
out and thrash. He held on until Irvine felt blood well, then he
finally let go.

“Why
the fuck do you smell like that little dip-cock, Ink?!”

Irvine
smirked, showing his tongue between perfect teeth, and touched the
blood at his shoulder with two fingers, then brought them to his
mouth to lick it off.

“Wouldn’t
you like to know?”

Seifer
fisted both hands around the shoulder straps of the singlet, ramming
Irvine down onto his back.

“You’ve
got to be fucking kidding. You mean that fucktard’s been up in
my shit?! And you let him?!”

Irvine
shrugged his bitten shoulder, then grunted when Seifer jerked him up
and slammed him down again.

“The
ice you’re on doesn’t get any thinner, Paris. I’m
gonna fucking kill you, then I’m gonna fucking kill him, and
fuck anyone who gets in my damn way!”

“Jade?”

The
single word was like a rat dancing before a rattle snake. Seifer
pushed off Irvine and had Zell pinned against the wall, forearm at
his neck, before the guard even had time to yelp. In fact, he coughed
when Seifer pressed hard enough to make breathing difficult.

“He’s
soaked in you, Zell. Drenched. He reeks of you! I don’t
care if you think you’re king-fucking-dick-on-a-stick, you know
you don’t get to touch him. You know it! And what? You think
maybe it’s okay because I wasn’t around to stop you?!”

“Jade,
I didn’t-”

“Shut
your fucking mouth!” Seifer growled, and back-handed Zell
across the face.

The
guard had let him vent up until that moment, but that was just taking
it too far and he wouldn’t stand for it. He pushed Seifer
bodily away and let fly with a graceful roundhouse kick that
connected solidly with the other man’s shoulder and sent him
crashing to the floor.

Irvine
watched with his head cocked a little to one side.

“You’re
behaving like a hormonal fucking teenager, Jade! Will you shut up for
five seconds and at least let me explain some things?!”

“What’s
to explain?!” Seifer growled back, sitting up.

“He’s
just wearing my shirt, that’s all.”

“All?!”
Seifer echoed, fisting his hands and surging off the floor. Zell
didn’t let him get very far, planting a foot against his chest
and pushing him back down.

“Shit
happened, Jade. Your little would-be bitch there almost became some
gang-bangers’ bitch. They shredded his shirt, so I gave
him mine! I thought he’d just go change.” He cut
his eyes to the assassin, but Irvine only shrugged.

“I
got sidetracked in the library.”

“Gang
bangers?” Seifer saw even more red, if that was possible.
“Who?”

“We
ain’t tellin’ you,” Irvine said flatly before Zell
could say anything. “If anyone’s goin’ to kill
them, it’ll be me.”

“No
one’s going to kill them,” Zell said, wiping a little
blood from his mouth courtesy of the back-hand.

“…Sorry…”
Seifer muttered as though saying the word physically hurt him.

Zell
had to laugh. It was just too funny. Seifer rarely apologised, only
when it was really deserved, and even then it was difficult for him.
Seifer definitely struggled with ‘sorry’. It wasn’t
long before Irvine was snickering too, and Seifer continued to scowl
at them as they all went to dinner.

-
- - - - - -

“Ink…
Ink! Ink, for fuck’s sake! Wake up!” A
bullet from a standard-issue hand gun thocked into his temple and he
hissed, lifting his head from the tangle of blankets and Javier’s
long limbs.

“What
the hell time is it, and why the fuck is a guard swearing like
that…?” Zell muttered.

“Because
it’s me, and I always swear.” A torch shone in his
face and Zell scrunched his eyes closed, Javier groaning beneath him
and trying to burrow deeper.

“Ah…
fuck… Javier, baby… Don’t move that leg like –
Nn… Skid, wake up!”

Javier
blinked open bleary eyes and looked owlishly up at him, then into the
torch beam. The giggles behind it made it pretty obvious who was
there. The boy whined and buried his head under the covers.

“Either
turn it off, or get it up your arse, Kitty…” Zell
growled.

She
didn’t turn it off, but she moved it aside so it wasn’t
shining directly into his eyes. Eoko stood with her, tapping her
thigh with her nightstick and he just knew her eyes were
roving his bared chest.

“That’s
not nice, Inky-poo,” Kitty said with a pout.

Javier
snickered.

“Shut
up, both of you,” Zell growled. “What do you want? Why
are you waking me up at fuck knows what time of the night?!”

“If
you’re not going to be polite, we won’t tell you, and you
can keep putting up with Jade’s absolute bitchiness for another
few years…” Eoko threatened.

“You
got the chocolate!” Zell cried, hopping out of bed completely
naked and scurrying over to the bars, putting his hand through them.
“Give. Give!”

“Say
sorry,” Kitty pouted, shining the torch at his groin.

“Do
you mind?”

“Oh!
Sorry!” she piped and jerked it upwards as though it had been
an accident. The giggles said otherwise.

“Right…
Hand it over, Perv,” Zell said, crooking his fingers.

“Not
until you apologise for being an arse,” she replied, waving
several bars of chocolate just out of his reach.

Zell
rolled his eyes, but he sighed.

“Alright.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear at you, it’s just
Seifer’s being such a dickhead, it’s pissing me off.
Hopefully this will help,” he said. Eoko dropped the bars into
his hand and he pulled her close to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Thanks.”

“Me!
Me! I bought some too!” Kitty protested.

“C’mere,
then,” Zell said with a chuckle, drawing her against the bars
to give her the same treatment. She beamed up at him. “You’re
so damn short,” he added, smirking.

She
scowled at him.

“So
are you!”

“You’re
shorter than me!”

“I’m
a girl.”

“You’re
a woman,” Javier said gallantly from the bed.

“Aww,
thanks Skiddles!” she replied, grinning.

“No,
she really isn’t…” Zell muttered, and suffered
Sephiroth across his shoulder for his trouble. “Ow! Fuck!”

“Be
nice!” she demanded with an exaggerated pout as he backed away
out of range.

He
just snarled at her.

“Turn
that light out and go away…” he begged.

“You
owe us for the chocolate, Inky-poo,” Kitty pointed out
gleefully, then turned on her heel and flounced off, giggling all the
way. Eoko tipped her hat, then sauntered off after her partner,
twirling her nightstick.

“Fuck!”
he hissed again, gingerly touching his shoulder. He lifted a gorgeous
poster of the Japanese popstar, Gackt and pulled a brick out of the
wall behind it. In here, he stashed the chocolate, then replaced
brick and poster and slipped back into bed.

“Here,
let me see…” Javier whispered, kneeling up and stroking
a hand along Zell’s shoulder. He pressed his lips gently to the
spot and Zell growled, pain very soon forgotten.

-
- - - - - -

“Whatcha
got there, Ink?” Rikan asked the next day as Zell made a
beeline for Seifer across the yard.

“Nothing
for you, Lock. Sorry,” he said, grinning good-naturedly.

“Maybe
you could have something for me later…?” Rikan
suggested, giving the guard a heated look from under his eyelashes.

Zell
smirked, half-closing his own eyes and tucked his fingers in the
waistband of Rikan’s pants, pulling him close and licking
briefly at his ear.

“We’ll
see what we can do about that…” he purred, then released
the thief and continued off across the yard.

“Whore,”
Seifer growled as he approached.

“Yeah,
but he has a hot little arse…” Zell replied.

“I
was talking about you…”

The
guard just grinned and sidled up to the inmate as Seifer took a long
drag on his cigarette.

“Got
something for you, Jade… Something I just know you’re
dying for. Something you’ll owe me big time for…”

“I’ll
never owe you, Ink. I’m too high on the ladder, and you know
it.”

Zell
smiled infuriatingly, making Seifer want to hit him, then he held out
his hands, in which lay several different varieties of chocolate bar.
A slow grin spread across the taller blond’s face and he took
the chocolate, then hugged Zell tight.

“You’re
gorgeous!”

“Yeah,
I know,” Zell said, grinning.

“So
modest, too,” Seifer said with a snort.

“Who
needs to be modest when you’re as fucking good as I am?”
Zell replied, and sauntered off.

Seifer
scanned the yard and spied Irvine playing poker with a couple of
other inmates. They were wagering cigarettes, and the assassin had
amassed quite a nice little pile. It didn’t surprise Seifer –
the man had an expression like granite.

“‘Scuse
me for interrupting, boys, but I need to see Paris,” he said as
he walked over.

The
man himself didn’t move, but the others all stood, scooped up
their cigarettes and hurried off.

“You
really gotta ruin my fun like that?” Irvine sighed, gathering
up his own winnings and making a pouch for them out of the front of
his singlet. He turned and headed for their cell, obviously to stash
the smokes. That didn’t bother Seifer. He wanted to go there
anyway.

“I’ve
got a present for you, Paris…” Seifer said lowly as they
entered the cell.

“If
it involves your cock shoved down my throat, I ain’t fuckin’
interested.”

“What
if it was covered in chocolate…?” Seifer purred as
Irvine straightened, having put the cigarettes under his mattress. He
pressed against the assassin’s back and before Irvine could
even try and push him off, he held out one of the chocolate bars in
front of his nose.

The
redhead actually groaned.

“How
do you feel about my cock down your throat now, hmm…?”

“Give
me the chocolate…” His eyes followed it as Seifer waved
it back and forth, his other hand slipping up under the front of
Irvine’s singlet.

“Open
it,” Seifer suggested against his ear, nipping at the lobe.
Irvine reached up and tried to take it out of Seifer’s hand,
but the blond held on, only allowing the assassin to open the
wrapper. He tried to take it again, but Seifer still held on.

“Jade…”
Irvine muttered. “Don’t fuckin’ tease me…”

“You’ve
been teasing me since you got here. It’s about damn time the
shoe was on the other foot… Taste it. I know you want to.”

Irvine
slid his eyes to the side, glancing at Seifer, who smirked at him. He
closed his eyes and parted lips and teeth and the blond laid the
chocolate against his lower teeth. He took a bite and rolled it
around in his mouth, giving a soft moan and melting in Seifer’s
arms.

“So
good…” he whispered, turning his head when Seifer nosed
at his cheekbone. The blond’s lips sought his and for once, he
didn’t fight it. His hand was warm against the assassin’s
stomach and his mouth was hotter than Irvine could believe. His
tongue dipped and Irvine shivered, his own running along it.

After
a moment, Seifer broke the kiss and took a bite of the chocolate
himself, let it melt a little, then offered it to Irvine on his
tongue. The assassin turned in his arms and smirked, opening his
mouth and closing his lips around Seifer’s tongue to take the
chocolate.

He
was losing control, losing his deep-seated cool demeanor, but he
couldn’t stop it. Seifer’s heat was wrapped around him,
that blazing fire behind jade eyes burning down to his soul, and he
whimpered when those strong fingers dipped slightly down the back of
his pants.

“Mr.
Almasy.” It was polite, if a little disgusted, but Seifer
growled savagely and turned a glare fit to freeze lava on the poor
guard who’d been sent to get him.

“What?!”
he snarled. The man shrank back.

“It…
it’s time for your session with Miss. Trepe…”

“Fuck
Miss. fucking Trepe! Tell her I’m busy!”

“I…
I can’t… sir…” he replied.

Irvine
snickered at the fact that a guard was calling an inmate sir.

Seifer
swore hotly again, words Irvine wasn’t even sure he knew the
meaning of, and stalked over to the guard, towering over him until he
turned and went off at a trot. Seifer glanced back at Irvine, then
tossed him the rest of the chocolate bar before he continued off.

Irvine
spent the next half hour on his bunk, enjoying every second of the
chocolate.

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AN:
I promise to try and get the next chapter out next week. ^^' Oh, and
the title... Yeah, it's an offence in Canada. Wait til I get to the
really juicy chapters. -snickers-
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