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For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 757 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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For
Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Collaboration Fic.

Warnings:
All the good stuff.

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

Parings:
Duh.

Author's
Notes:

Kitty:
AUTHOR'S NOTES NAOW!

Eoko:
*-ooks up from Harvest Moon-

Kitty:
-hangs from Eoko's head- AUTHOR'S NOTES!

Eoko:
I heard you the first time. Hey Kitty! Should I ask the reviewers for
their e-mails so I can invite them to the retarded game too?

Kitty:
Is it retarded? Then I should stop the sign up process, right...?

Eoko:
NO! I HAVE TEN ACCOUNTS! IT'S EPIC .

Kitty:
-giggles- I wanna make a Sephiroth one.

Eoko:
My zelley account has a Seifer.

Kitty:
YES I DID IT!~

Eoko:
WOO!

Kitty:
Okay, we better let them read now.

Eoko:
Agreed. And if they wanna know what we're raving about, they can
leave their e-mails. lol

Chapter 10 –
Conspiring to Murder.

“Hello, ladies
and gentlemen!” came an exuberant cry from the entrance to the
cell block. There stood Kitty Andreas and next to her Eoko Kemony. A
number of inmates turned from their business to look at the young
women, those that knew their voices had already turned their
attention to the clock above their heads instead. That wasn’t
right…

Eoko grinned broadly,
arms loosely crossed just under her chest. “Transfer, pals.
You’ll be seeing us a lot more.” She grinned wider as
shudders and groans spread through the populace.

“Four to
midnight! Fun, huh?!” Another shudder. Kitty beamed as Zell
approached the two of them. “Hi, Inky-poo.”

“No.”

“Yes.” She
beamed even brighter.

“Schedule change?
Who called for that?” he asked, one foot crossed over the other
and hand on his hip.

“Well, kinda all
‘round,” Eoko replied. “Boss man thinks we got a
good way with you guys. Wanted us to take on a shift with more
interaction, right?”

“Yea! And we were
all ‘hm, you know, that’s great!’ cause Eoko and I
were just saying the other day that no one is really fucking after
midnight anyway since you all gotta get up at, like, seven- yuck. So
we’re all hyped about changing to an earlier shift!”

Eoko nodded and
grinned. “Yep. Can get a few glimpses at the afternoon sex too.
Always wondered ‘bout that.” Her grin grew. “Just
a quickie, or do you take the time to enjoy yourselves?”

Zell eyed her warily.
“You’ll find out, won’t you?” he said,
rolling his eyes. “At least you won’t be waking me up at
who-knows-what hour and shining your torches on my crotch.”

“We know it loves
being in the spotlight, Ink.”

“Shut up, Perv.
Get back to work. I have to go warn the others that the apocalypse is
upon us.” He smirked as Kitty stuck out her tongue at him. Then
he turned, strutting down the aisle to inform Derek, Joseph and the
rest that doom was about to befall the prison, or at least insane
voyeurs.

- - - - - - -

Derek and Joseph hadn’t
cared much about the girls, as Zell had figured. Joseph for one
didn’t partake in any sexual acts in the prison, and Derek only
when the urges couldn’t go ignored or be drowned out with a
good brew. They didn’t have to worry about two perverted young
women watching their personal lives.

The last three elites
weren’t as thrilled with the idea. They all were quite well
acquainted with Eoko and Kitty already, and an even closer
relationship would be just… lovely.

Illo and Raphael had
glanced at each other, lips pressed tight together. It was just
annoying. It was bad enough when you knew there were two extra sets
of eyes on you while you were getting into it, but the giggling and
running commentary that sometimes came with it was enough to make you
want to take a hit out on those two particular guards.

It was only the facts
that Eoko and Kitty were nice and tried to help, and that they
brought lotions, oils and condoms if you were particularly compliant
or nice to them. Stupid guards…

Not that Zell minded,
and everyone inside the prison knew it. He was a little kink and a
full fledged exhibitionist. He just gave Eoko and Kitty a hard time
because he could. Everyone was well aware how much he enjoyed an
audience. The banter between him and the guards was like a game. The
best part of that was he took most of the girls’ attention away
from the rest of the inmates, at least for their viewing pleasures.

Irvine had been reading
one of Seifer’s books when Zell brought the news to their cell.
He’d paused in the reading to listen to what had to be said,
the proceeded to drop the novel and stare over the side of his bunk.

Seifer’s eyes
lifted to his and made a face. He’d been so close to getting a
piece of that sweet arse, had had the hitman willing in his arms and
almost in his bed, but now there were even more complications. Irvine
would not appreciate-

“I ain’t
never comin’ down from here. Fuck, they’re worse than the
men. Bloody perverts. They ain’t, like, ever seein’ me do
nothin’!” With that he glared at the cell in general and
went back to his book and mental grumblings.

“S’not so
bad,” Zell purred toward him, then smirked at Seifer and the
glare directed his way. “Oh, pu-lease, Jade, you know you’re
into it. You love showing them you’re the best, that you’re
the most confident and can fuck anyone you want well.”

The glare quickly
turned into a satisfied grin. Stroking his ego was always a good way
to get him out of his stupid, possessive little mood he’d been
slipping into as of late. “Well, I am a very good
lover,” he said, glancing up at Irvine’s bunk to see if
he was paying attention.

“Yes, you are,”
Zell said, voice a purr once again, then dropped the tone. “But
I ain’t getting any from you since “cowboy-toy”
moved in so I think I’ll head off.”

Seifer noted mentally
that he wasn’t getting any period since “cowboy-toy”
moved in, but that was his own choice. Claiming the assassin would be
a great achievement in more ways than one, while Zell was just
another day in the cell block- not a bad day mind you, quite a good
day actually, but he wasn’t new anymore. Still… there
was that thing he could do with… ah, that was always good…

- - - - - - -

Zell left Seifer to
moon over the hitman and headed down the aisle, stopping in front of
an open cell past his own. He leaned against the bars, arms crossed
loosely over his chest and grin on his face.

He walked in without
being noticed, let alone with an invitation, and settled himself onto
the bunk the inmate was leaning against. Said inmate was currently
too occupied at the moment to notice the blond behind him. It would
be dangerous to allow one’s guard down so much inside prison
walls, but some people just didn’t get into much trouble, so
they never got into fights or had to worry about having their throat
slit.

Zell let his legs fall
to either side of the other man’s body and snaked his arms over
his shoulders to curl around his chest. He smirked as the man started
then relaxed. He leaned down to whisper into one ear. “Enjoying
your game, Lock?” Zell nipped once at Rikan’s earlobe
then looked over his shoulder at the small television screen.

Rikan smiled a little
and nodded. “Yep. I figure by the time I get a hundred percent
I’ll be outta here. Plus, I’ll have made the most
accurate and extensive guide ever! Not even Square-Enix will be able
to one up me!”

“But Lock, they
made Final Fantasy X-2. They know it all.”

“Nah, I’ll
find a bug or two they missed. They just make the game. They don’t
have over a decade to test it.”

“Well, that’s
certainly true. But you got other games too. Any luck on getting
other endings on Shadow of Destiny?” (1)

Rikan made an annoyed
noise in the back of his throat. “Still just the one where he
gets eternal youth and amnesia, and the one where he gets run over.
Funny shit, that one. Don’t mind getting it, but the other
one’s more common I think. Stupid game. I’ll get all the
endings though. You just watch, Ink.”

“Oh, I believe
you, Lock. You have plenty of time to do it.”

“Yea, I do. Lots
of time. So, what’s up? Why you come to see me?”

Zell let his hands roam
over Rikan’s chest. “Are you complaining, Lock? If you
are I could always leave and let you play your game in peace. And
here I thought you liked when I came to see you.” Zell feigned
hurt in his voice, but the grin never left his face.

“I’m not
complaining!” Rikan protested quickly. “And course I like
when you come see me.”

“That mean you’re
going to save that game of yours and show me how much you like it
when I cum, Rikan?” Zell purred in his ear and it took
everything the thief had in him to save his game before turning it
off.

The second that was
done he turned and pounced the blond, pushing him onto his back on
the bunk and hovering over him, grin spread wide across his face.
“Been a while, Ink. You got a-”

“Yea, front
pocket. Why don’t you grab it for me, cop a feel while you’re
at it.” Zell smirked beneath the taller man. “I see you
didn’t forget the rules.” He chuckled a little.

“Hell no. And
risk certain death from Seifer ‘Possessive Bastard’
Almasy. Thanks, but I’ll pass. I can handle not kissing that
mouth of yours and wearing a rubber if it saves my neck or my cock.”

“Or both,
considering it’s Seifer. Good to see you haven’t lost
your sense. Now come on. Let’s do this.”

- - - - - - -

Some time later Irvine
cocked a brow and glanced over the side of his bunk at Seifer who was
glowering and mumbling just shy of coherently. The assassin lifted
himself onto one elbow and gave him a questioning look. “What
exactly is pissin’ you off now?” he asked, the
babble irritating him to the point he could focus on nothing else,
let alone a book.

It took a few moments
for Irvine’s question to make its way into Seifer’s
preoccupied head, but when it did he finally shut up. “Ink,”
he mumbled and looked out towards the aisle, still glaring ominously.

“… he’s
not even here,” Irvine said, cocking a brown, then the other
when sounds that had previously been muffled by the blond’s
ramblings floated to his ears. “Oh.” He grinned. “Oh,
I see. Your little fuck toy’s, like, gone off to play with
someone else.”

The way Seifer’s
brows furrowed further as he turned his head sharply towards the
hitman was priceless. Irvine couldn’t stop his grin from
spreading a bit wider.

“So, Mr. Sex God.
Why’s your little whore fuckin’ around?” He paused
a moment to listen to a particularly noticeable sound and smirked.
“Doesn’t sound like he’s playin’ with his own
little bitch, Jade.”

“I know,”
Seifer ground out between clenched teeth. “He’s fucking
around with that shithole, Lock. Just like he does every time he
feels particularly charitable. And I’m a bit busy.”

“Last I checked,
the only thing you was busy doin’ was starin’ at my arse.
And that, like, weren’t getting’ you nowhere neither.”
((<..< Grammar anyone? lmao)) Irvine drew the book around in
front of himself again in order to pretend to read while enjoying
Seifer’s little fit.

“Well last time I
checked, Paris, I had my tongue down your throat and the taste of
chocolate tantalizing the senses further.” The frustrated
expression had left his face and was replaced by his trademark smirk.
“And you weren’t complaining, as far as I could tell.”

Irvine bristled
slightly, then relaxed. “Big words there, Jade. Hurt yourself
much?”

Seifer opened his mouth
to comment but was interrupted by a cheerful giggle at his cell door
and the sound of a night stick dinging across the bars.

“Phone call, Mr.
Almasy,” Kitty Andreas sang while Eoko stood grinning beside
her and fastening the baton back into its place on her duty belt.

“Come on, Seifer.
Not often you get calls cleared at all period, let alone incoming
calls. Get off your arse. Let’s go.” Eoko grinned wider
and held out her arm as if offering it to Seifer. Kitty latched onto
it instead and the two of them led the mobster down to take his call.

- - - - - - -

“Fuck!”

The curse traveled down
the cell block faster than the person’s feet could carry them,
and Irvine was already sitting up and waiting to inquire as to what
had angered the tall blond further.

Seifer was still
uttering a steady stream of curses when he was let back into the
cell. Upon seeing the assassin’s raised brow, and noting the
disappearance of the guards, he glared and explained- or, gave as
much of an explanation as he was going to.

“The boys can’t
get a hold of my best assassin.”

Irvine’s brow
arched a little further up. “And what’s your assassin
called?”

The mob boss looked up
at the hitman, hoping maybe he’d heard some news about someone
in his “profession” that wasn’t “public”
knowledge yet. He knew enough about code names to not even bother
asking for a real name.

“Eve.”

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1.
In the local prisons inmates are allowed to have up to $500 worth of
things in their cells. Guards like when they have video games
because they stay in their cells and play all day. One correctional
officer even said that. A prisoner I met during a lecture in Crim 105
was actually in the middle of FF8 and in the Lunatic Pandora. lmao
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