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For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

~ A Kitty and Eoko Fanfiction.

Warnings: Violence, yaoi, terrible language, etc.

Pairings: Not a chance.

Disclaimer: We don't own the Square characters in this fanfiction, specifically from Final Fantasy 8, but we
own all the others. We make no money off this fanfiction, only write
for the enjoyment of ourselves and our fans.

Author's
Notes:

Kitty:
So, here we are with another Kitty and Eoko collaboration fic!

Eoko:
Because two pwns is greater then one.

Kitty:
Or something like that. Hm, it's been a long time since either of us
uploaded anything.

Eoko:
I blame school, and MMORPGs.

Kitty:
And RP. Always RP. And cosplays. So many cosplays. >_> You know
I haven't even started this years' ones yet. D:

Eoko:
It's the 1st/2nd of the year right now. I think you can forgive
yourself that.

Kitty:
I don't know. A lot to do, not a lot of time. Anyway! The fic. Heh. I
love this one.

Eoko:
The one I forced myself into. XD

Kitty:
Oh yeah... It wasn't going to be a collaboration at first... Then
towards the end, you were like "I don't wanna wriiite." :P

Eoko:
Shut up! So it took me like over half a year to get a crappy chapter
done! The important thing is, here it is!

Kitty:
Finally. Now that our Lightning readers are old and grey. Kekekeke.

Eoko:
This A/N'll be longer than the fic at this rate. Let's give those
that didn't skip it what they want.

Kitty:
Right! Onto the fic of prisony goodness!

Chapter
1. - Grievous Bodily Harm.

“Jade!
Hey, Jade! Jade! Jade!”

The
voice was not particularly high, or particularly low, but at a pitch
that just grated on one’s nerves and made one want to snap the
neck of the man from whom it came. He was 6’1, with spiked
raven hair that was dyed red at the tips, and his eyes were a
grey-green.

The
bizarre call was directed at a blond man who sat on a bench working
with a smallish dumbbell in his right hand. His given name was Seifer
Almasy, but it had been a few years since anyone but arseholes had
called him that. As the smaller man skittered to a halt, he switched
the weight to his other hand.

“Jade!
Jade, man, are you with us? Jade!”

“I
heard you the first time you little fuck. I’m ignoring
you…” he growled finally, jade eyes glaring daggers at
the other man. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose,
fingertips ghosting over the scar that lay there. “What is it,
Lock?”

“New
blood,” Lock, referred to outside as Rikan Fawns said simply,
grinning.

“Yeah,
and?” Seifer wondered boredly, glancing sidelong at the man
beside him. This one was another blonde, much shorter and with a
distinctive tattoo down the side of his face. He grinned.

“Yeah,
I knew,” he said with a slight shrug. “Thought it’d
be a nice surprise.” What wasn’t a surprise was that Zell
Rubedo Dincht, affectionately designated ‘Ink’ for
obvious reasons, already knew.

“Fucktard…”
was Seifer’s only response, but the other blond grinned.

Lock
seemed about ready to burst with excitement. Fuck, he was annoying.

“You’ll
like him, Jade. A lot…”

“Oh…”
Seifer said, sounding a little more interested. “That
sort of new blood…”

“Now
that, I didn’t know,” Zell muttered, pushing his bangs
back from sapphire eyes.

“Well,”
Seifer decided with his trademark smirk. “We should go make him
welcome, wouldn’t you agree, Ink?”

“I
would,” the other blond replied with a fangy grin.

They
both stood, Rikan grinning like an idiot at them, and followed him
across the yard to wait at the gate for the new inmate. Seifer pulled
out a cigarette, at which Rikan looked longingly and Zell frowned. He
ignored them both and lit up, sighing happily when he took his first
drag.

“Hey,
boys.” Another man sidled up beside them, running a hand
through his hair.

“Hey,
Prof,” the others replied in a monotone and Seifer offered him
the cigarette. The Prof was 5’10 and possessed chocolate brown
hair and true blue eyes. His real name was Illo Ditermin. He took the
cigarette with a wink, then handed it back when he’d had a
taste. Even Seifer wasn’t about to get on Illo’s bad
side, not when that meant getting on the Boss’s bad side.
Besides, Illo knew things, and sometimes that was useful.

“New
inmate?” he hazarded, then when they nodded, he looked to Zell.
“What’s he in for?”

“You
know I can’t tell you that,” Zell said, slight reprimand
in his voice. “That’s up to him.”

“Apparently,
he’s got a nice arse,” Seifer said. “According to
Lock.”

“How
would Lock know?” Illo looked directly past Rikan to ask the
question of Seifer, totally ignoring the fact that the man was
standing right there. Zell rolled his eyes.

“I
don’t know,” Seifer replied, then looked at Rikan. “How
would Lock know?”

“Lock saw them
take him to the front office,” the red-haired man said
mockingly, curling his lip at Seifer.

“Don’t push
it, dipshit…” Seifer muttered, then to Illo; “Lock
saw them take him to the front office.”

“Interesting,”
Illo mused, scratching at an ear.

“Hey, E~than!”
Seifer suddenly called in a sing-song voice and they all followed the
green gaze to where a black haired man with brown-gold eyes was
sitting in a chair reading a magazine. He looked up in time to get
Seifer’s smouldering cigarette butt in the eye.

“Fuck!”
he snarled with feeling and Seifer smirked. Rikan and Illo were just
about rolling around with hilarity, but Zell just shook his head.

“What?”
Seifer wondered. “Man’s a dickhead.”

“Arsehole,”
Rikan put in.

“Wanker,”
Illo added.

“I get it,”
Zell said blandly before they went any further.

“Hey!”
Rikan cried suddenly. “Look!”

Down the cement walkway
leading to the compound came a guard followed closely by what they
presumed to be the new inmate, who was flanked by another two guards
and followed by a detective.

“Well!”
Seifer called. “If it isn’t Detective Ice-Cock! How
delightful that you should grace us with your presence!”

The others snickered.

“Still as
charming as ever, I see Mr. Almasy…” was the deadpan
reply. “And it’s Detective Leonhart to you.”

Seifer curled his lip
and suddenly wished he hadn’t wasted the cigarette butt on
Ethan.

“Watch it, Jade…”
Zell warned lowly.

“You shouldn’t
encourage them to use those inane names, Dincht,” the frontmost
guard said gruffly as he unlocked the first set of gates and lead the
little procession through, re-locking the gates behind them before he
came to the second set. Zell ushered the other three a few steps
back.

“Shut up, Kinley.
You do your job and I’ll do mine, alright?” Zell growled
back, glaring at the burly guard.

“Alright,”
Kinley replied with a smile that bordered on evil. He pushed the gate
open and grabbed a fistful of the new inmate’s uniform white
singlet top. “Put a toe out of line, Kinneas, and you’ll
be sorry…”

Seifer and the others
watched with great interest as the tall, auburn haired man delicately
curled his lip as though looking at something smelly squashed on his
shoe, then calmly spat in the man’s eye.

Even Zell didn’t
bite back a grin while the other three fairly roared with laughter.

The new inmate’s
triumph was short-lived, however, as Kinley backhanded his face twice
in quick succession. The other guards stood passively by while the
Detective growled, but didn’t say anything. Zell, however,
leapt forward.

“Let him the fuck
go, Kinley!” he snarled and dragged the guard’s fist from
the inmate’s shirt, inserting himself between the two. The
inmate lifted his ‘cuffed hands to wipe blood away from a split
lip and glared balefully over the little blond’s head. His eyes
spoke murder.

“Back off,
Dincht! You don’t have any say over what I do.”

“Just try it,”
Zell growled, fisting his hands and making a menacing move towards
Kinley.

The guard stood his
ground for barely a heartbeat before he turned away with a muttered
“Bah!” and passed the new inmate, pausing only long
enough to unlock his ‘cuffs and shove him through the gates,
which slammed shut behind him.

“Meet your new
pal, Ladies. Irvine Kinneas,” he growled through the bars.

“Captain Hardarse
strikes again…” Illo muttered.

“What did you
say?” Kinley growled, but Illo just gave him the finger and
walked away with the others.

Zell was giving the
newbie instructions on where everything was and what was expected of
him, but Seifer didn’t think he was listening. He looked like
he couldn’t care less. That was confirmed when the redhead
stopped walking, turned to Zell and wondered acidly; “Do you
ever fuckin’ shut up?”

Seifer knew he couldn’t
be the only one staring. The new inmate had spoken loud enough for
the entire yard to hear, and he had an accent and voice that made
Seifer’s skin tingle. His voice said cowboy, cowboy said…
fuck, yes. Mmm mmm.

“You oughtta be
careful who you run that pretty mouth off at Irvine, was it…?”
Seifer said.

The newbie arched a
brow, cocked a hip, stuck a hand on it and gave Seifer a very obvious
once-over, then just shrugged.

“Not to you. And
my mouth ain’t pretty…” he growled, then added
with a smirk; “Least, not right now…”

“Fuck me stupid…”
Rikan breathed, obviously in awe, and Seifer twitched as the new
inmate turned his back and left them all behind.

“What a
self-satisfied little prick…” Seifer muttered.

“Paris,”
Illo said suddenly and they all looked at him.

“Cowboys don’t
come from Paris, Prof,” Zell said, making Seifer and Rikan
snort.

“Not that
Paris, idiot… Paris from the Iliad.”

They all gave him the
blank looks he’d long come to associate with his fellow
inmates. Uncultured idiots… He sighed.

“Does Troy
ring a bell?” he wondered.

“With the horse?”
Seifer wondered back.

“Yes. With the
horse. Do you know why they used the horse?”

“No,” the
others said in unison.

“Because it was a
war, and they couldn’t breach Troy’s walls any other
way.”

“Where the fuck
is this going, and why the fuck is taking forever to get there?”
Seifer growled.

Illo rolled his eyes.
They had no idea. The very concept of drama went right over their
heads.

“The war was over
Helen, whom Paris, the man, not the city, had stolen away.”

“What does that
have to do with-”

Illo spoke over Rikan.

“Paris was
considered to be the most beautiful man anywhere at the time,
but he was also too self-serving and wrapped up in himself to care
about the fact that stealing another man’s wife – i.e.
Helen – could be the end of Troy.”

“A self-satisfied
little prick!” Seifer said with a grin.

“Yes,” Illo
replied, rolling his eyes.

“Paris,”
Seifer said, tasting the name, then he gave another devilish smirk
and turned on his heel. “Later, boys,” he threw over his
shoulder as he went in the direction the newly-dubbed Paris had gone.

Irvine, meanwhile, was
leaning against a wall imagining all the things he’d like to do
to 'Captain Hardarse' with a sharp stick, several pieces of wire and
a bottle of acid. Arsehole… He’d’ve known about
it if I weren’t ‘cuffed…

“Hey, Paris!”

“Paris?” he
repeated, lifting his head and arching a brow at the tall blond.

“Ask Prof. He’ll
explain. He knows his shit.”

“Good for him.
I’m excited…” Irvine said flatly, absently
thumbing a rapidly-swelling lip.

“That looks
painful.”

“I’ve had
worse… What do you want?”

“Just being
friendly…”

Irvine gave a
disbelieving snort, now touching his lip with his tongue and
flinching.

“Dammit…”

“He got you a
good one, Paris…” Seifer observed, stepping closer and
briefly touching the broken lip. Irvine jerked his head away and
glared, a hand coming up to push his hair out of his eyes.

“My name ain’t
Paris and like I said; I’ve had worse.”

“Look, your
attitude isn’t going to get you anywhere. For starters, you
can’t talk to Ink like that.”

“Why? I hurt your
li’l bitch’s feelin’s? Like I give a flyin’
fuck…”

Seifer growled and
lashed out, hand fisting in Irvine’s singlet and ramming him
back against the wall.

“Watch your
mouth! You’re playing with the big boys now, and you better not
forget it. You’re at the bottom of the pecking order, Paris,
and you need to know your place.”

Irvine opened his mouth
to speak, but was silenced by Seifer’s tongue. The blond
pressed close, one hand pressed to the bricks beside Irvine’s
head, the other sliding up under his shirt. Irvine bore it for only a
few moments before Seifer felt the cold tip of a knife pressed to his
stomach.

He broke the kiss,
staring at Irvine and a self-satisfied smirk curled the red-head’s
lips. It was the kind of smirk Seifer hated. The kind of smirk he, in
fact, had down to a fine art. It vanished in a moment in favour of a
heated glare.

“You better watch
yourself, Blondie… I ain’t no pansy-arse li’l
bitch you can push around and do whateverthefuck you like to. You may
be stronger than me, but you can bet your lily-white arse I’m
faster. I’ll come back at you like a rattler with toothache.
What, you think I got put in here for stealin’ a loaf of bread,
rustlin’ a couple cattle? Uh-uh. So back the fuck off.”

A slight jab with the
knife drove Seifer back two steps, and Irvine lifted his other hand
to shove the blond further away.

“Shithead…”

“No fuckin’
kiddin’, Einstein. I ain’t playin’ no power games,
and I ain’t goin’ to be your bitch. No one fucks
me… unless I want them to.”

Irvine strode away,
closing and hiding the switchblade knife, then pulling out a pack of
cigarettes. Seifer wondered how the hell he’d gotten the knife
past Kinley – or any of the other guards for that matter.

Zell watched Irvine
stride past, then arched a brow and looked back the way he had come,
cocking his head in question when Seifer reappeared. The taller blond
threw up his arms as he came towards the shorter.

“He turn you
down…?” Zell wondered, a smirk threatening.

“No one turns me
down…” Seifer growled back.

Zell’s smirk
grew.

“He did! I can’t
believe it!”

“No one turns me
down!” Seifer repeated, shoving Zell none-too-gently. “Shut
your fucking mouth.”

Zell burst out
laughing, so that several men turned with interest to see what was so
funny. Seifer glared at them, and they all suddenly found something
to make them look very busy.

“That’s too
funny.”

“Ink! I’m
warning you!”

The warning didn’t
sink in, because Zell just kept laughing, holding his stomach. Seifer
put up with it for a while, then finally got sick of it and
crash-tackled the shorter blonde. Everyone mostly ignored them.
‘Sparring’ matches between them weren’t uncommon.

But Irvine looked over
where he stood off to one side, and watched them with a bored
expression, a cigarette between his lips and his arms folded across
his toned chest. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, then let his
gaze travel around the yard. Seifer wasn’t the only one
watching him, but he was used to that. He knew he was prettier than
the average man, and he knew that made people assume he was weak. If
only they knew…

Irvine closed his eyes
and let his head fall back against the wall, sighing. How
unbelievably boring. How stupid to have gotten caught. Oh, how
delightful it would be to tie down Detective Leonhart and torture him
until he screamed for mercy… He opened his eyes again and took
another look.

Still ridiculously
boring. And he had a craving for chocolate.

He hoped that pretty
little reporter would stay true to her word and keep up the visits so
she could ‘let the outside world know the conditions criminals
live in’. Then, he could con some chocolate out of her. He had
a feeling if he suggested ways he could use it on her body with a
purr in his voice, she’d bring it to him, even if the
likelihood of him being able to do those things with it was very low.

He dropped the
cigarette butt and stamped out the sullen flame, then sighed and went
to look for something interesting to do that didn’t involve
becoming someone’s bitch.

Damn you, Leonhart…
I will kill you one day. And I'll take a very, very
long time about it…

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“See? I told you
you’d like him!” Rikan said later as he, Seifer and Zell
watched Irvine eating, off in a corner by himself.

“Shut up, Lock. I
hate him.”

“Of course. You
hate him…” Zell teased, snickering. “You
keep saying that if it makes you feel better about the knock-back.”

“I’m gong
to kill you, Ink.”

“I’m
trembling.”

“Oh, go fuck…
someone…” Seifer growled, and they both ignored how
eager Rikan looked in favour of finishing their meals.

“Seriously,
though, he is hot…” Zell mused, gesturing with
his fork for emphasis.

“Whore…”
Seifer growled.

“That’s why
you like me so much.”

“Shut up, Ink. I
hate you.”

Even Rikan snorted
while Zell just laughed and continued eating. Things over the next
little while were going to get very, very interesting…
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