FFXXX – Chapter 2
Kindra-chan
Warnings: um... graphically (and extremely gratuitous) explicit content involving Auron x Tidus. To be taken lightly, please people. If you get offended don't bitch at me, just stop reading and go whack a piñata or something.
It was past dawn, but the Thunderplains never promised sunlight. Rikku's desperate pleading had brought them to the Inn, and they'd rested overnight, regenerated to the fullest.
Tidus stepped out into the lobby stretching, his back cracking in several places from the distasteful rest of the night before, one that was spent trying to fall asleep on the overly firm, cold beds the obnoxious Innkeeper lead them to. He was groggy, his lips sticking together with the remnants of sleep and his eyes refusing to fully open. They widened however, when the blitzball jock spotted Yuna perched delicately in one of the lobby chairs. Her face was distant and she was looking beyond what could be seen with the normal eye. Yuna always seemed to be in such a state, and didn't notice Tidus until he approached her, smiling and waving with a typical, "Good morning."
Yuna jumped slightly, and whipped her head towards him, awaking from her dreamy state. She returned the smile, as always, and Tidus forced himself to continue looking happy, despite his deep desire for Yuna to bound up and throw herself onto him in. Perhaps even suck him off. Now that would be a good morning. Tidus's testosterone-packed fantasies were suddenly blown by the ever- present chime emitted from Rikku, also apparently woken. For some reason she seemed awfully cheery, even for her, especially considering the Thunderplains usually made her piss herself. She bounded in through the halls skipping and even singing slightly, calling out to Yuna and clinging around her arm in an obnoxiously perky manner. Tidus reminded himself to be nice; he hated Rikku, found her annoying and worthless as a guardian, but usually gritted his teeth and laughed with her just the same. At this point, however, he was not in the mood to be pleasant. He new he'd have done anything at that point to be in Rikku's position. He would have torn her off the delicate arm and taken Yuna right there if his impulse control weren't so goddamn overpowering. The worst part of the matter was that Tidus knew she'd enjoy it. The looks she gave when him when they brushed past each other on the battlefield drove him wild and he was convinced she knew he thought about her every night to his own pleasure. She tormented him every moment of the day and Tidus wanted to hurt himself thinking they'd get to Zanarkand before he'd get to fuck her.
In a fit of jealousy, he shook his head and stomped past the duo of girls without a word and approached the room he, Wakka, and Auron had shared the previous night. Tidus reached out for the doorknob and pulling it open, he let out a small, but startled yelp. Auron was poised, supporting the doorframe with his mass only two inches away from Tidus's nose. On top of it all, his red cloak appeared to have been discarded and he was quite topless.
"Come back for more sleep?" Auron asked, gruff and yet strangely pleasant. Teasing, almost. Tidus mocked him.
"What, waiting for me?" Auron laughed in a patronizing tone, though mostly unintentionally. "And if I was?" "Shut up, Auron. I'm not in the mood for this." Tidus pushed passed him, walking into the room and collapsing onto the wooden sheeted cot he'd spent last night upon. His childish response had stopped Auron from nothing.
"Jecht was never in the right mood either." Auron had followed Tidus to his bed, looming over him with a smile and an overcoming sense of dominance. Tidus looked up from the thick yellow folds of his blitz uniform. Auron was really rather topless. Oddly enthralled, allowing the revelation to sink in, Tidus's eyes roved the soft curves of muscle that flowed into one another beneath a dark icing of rich skin. Both his shoulders and arms were broad and strong with the never-ending trials life had delivered him. Scars bled across his chest, an expanse of smooth tanned flesh that Tidus's vision remained captivated upon.
He swallowed, the lump in his throat hardening, and he felt the quick need to cross his legs as a similar action graced him elsewhere. Tidus rolled over away from Auron, desperately trying to disgrace the unreachable charm his very presence had endlessly haunted him throughout his late life. Auron was ungodly attractive, yes, but Tidus knew in fact that he'd fucked Jecht and even the simple thought sent his blood boiling with rage. His absolute hate towards his father went much deeper than he'd realized, but there was no possible way in Tidus's little world he would ever admit to being jealous.
"You and Jecht are a lot a like," Auron soothed. Tidus gasped slightly as the rough and yet silky words sent every last drop of hot blood in his body cascading to his groin. "So it would seem," Tidus muttered from under his arm. He was growing increasingly tenser in every sense. If it was Auron's intent to fuck him, he knew his ass would only be replacing Jecht's. However, at that point in his throbbing anxiety, he was loosing all care to what sex with Auron would mean. He held his breath, trying to hide all urges to moan or touch himself, but the temptation of such suspense was driving him mad. He gave in to his impulsive desires and rolled over, half opening his eyes and gazing up at the gracefully scarred man he'd admired since childhood.
"Auron," he moaned, wrapping sweaty fingers across his forehead. "Why did you bring me to Spira?" Auron remained silent and solemn, disregarding Tidus's question. Tidus cared not; he needed no answer to such an irrelevant question. He sat up and reached out for Auron's shoulders, draping his elbows graciously across their broad stretch. Heart racing, and taking the initiative he knew Auron wouldn't, Tidus drew his lips to lock with those of his lifelong attachment. He was a little surprised at the temperature variation between bodies—the steaming humidity on his lips clashed with the icy stones that were Auron's. Tidus stood, careful not to let go of the kiss they shared in that moment, and stumbled slightly as his erection pounced upward. He was aroused and wanting, wanting to give Auron everything he had to offer whether out of respect or fantasized sexuality it didn't matter. Auron kissed back, slick chilled tongue gliding over the bends in Tidus's mouth and strong hands seizing the feminine waist of the blonde boy, pulling them closer than they ever imagine they would ever possibly be. Tidus awaited, impatient and thighs clenched for Auron to take initiative in removing his clothing and after a few moments of itchy temptation, took care of it himself. Tidus let go of the kiss, tongue trailing along the thick bottom lip of Auron's and, keeping close, unclasped the buckles that held half his uniform clinging to his shoulders. Not letting go of him, Auron let his hands slide to the boy's collar, and slipped the shorts off with a mere touch. They fell thick and heavily to the floor, wet with Tidus's passionate intrigue. He leaned into Auron's arms, naked from the breast down, and caressed the dark skin of his chest as Auron's fingers found their way back down to his bare and toned ass. Taking hold of the back of his brawny neck, Tidus fell closer, whispering into Auron's ear as he gently closed his teeth around the lobe.
"I'll be whoever you want me to be," Tidus assured. Auron murmured a sound, tender and a bit humored in response to Tidus's promise. Strong hands found their way to the blonde's lower back, graciously turned him around—back to Auron—and leaned him forward—stomach to bed sheets. Tidus closed his eyes, coming closer in tune to his sense of touch as he awaited what he knew would come. His fingers tightened around the folds of the blankets, his erection pressed taught between his soft stomach and the edge of the cot. He took in all other sensations easily with his sight down, the sounds of Auron declothing behind him, the lingering scent of long awaited sexuality, the still present taste of Auron's icy sweet tongue. The cool hands, big and yet still noticeably gentle, took hold of Tidus's hips and clutched firmly. Tidus held his breath, his heart pounding more steamy blood, which flowed rapidly to his loins. As the moist and slender tip of Auron's cock pressed between his buttocks, Tidus gasped hard, pushing himself into the bed and careening into wet penetration. Auron dove into him, thrusting with a rhythm that pulled him in deeper with every force. That rhythm collided with Tidus's heartbeat, rocking him into an insane improvised world of sex, but he arched just the same, moaning with each and every delectably painful shock. He felt like screaming in the twisted awareness of pain and pleasure, salty and sweet, and he almost did until the hand of Auron reached round his sun tanned thighs and found what it's be searching for. Tidus's eyes rolled into the back of his head and an uncontrolled groan of extraordinary ecstasy escaped his mouth as soft fingers held tightly onto his pulsating component, slowly moving it up and down. He gripped, sweaty palmed to the sheet, moving with Auron, orgasm quickly boiling up within him. In a desperate cry, he blacked out, erupting into Auron's palm, every muscle in his body convulsing at once—a spasm of rapture. As the scream dried and crumbled blissfully from his mouth, Auron's hands seized his hips and thrusted one last aching crane into deep inside of him.
Tidus collapsed in utter exhaustion, his body loosening weakly into the bed. Auron withdrew from within Tidus's warm body, hot spangles of pearly white stretched from deep within his ass to the tip of Auron's relaxing penis. Tidus panted, searching for his vision and a normal resting heart rate. Behind him, Auron pulled the red robe back over his shoulders, keeping silent as always. It unnerved Tidus slightly, as if he were trying to get over what had just happened as quickly as possible. As Tidus rolled over, chest rising and falling with short breath and decorated in the flakes of drying cum, he moaned out.
"Auron..." Replacing his glasses, Auron turned to look down at Tidus.
"Get ready," he said, voice deep and dominating. "We've got a ways to go before we can rest again."
Warnings: um... graphically (and extremely gratuitous) explicit content involving Auron x Tidus. To be taken lightly, please people. If you get offended don't bitch at me, just stop reading and go whack a piñata or something.
It was past dawn, but the Thunderplains never promised sunlight. Rikku's desperate pleading had brought them to the Inn, and they'd rested overnight, regenerated to the fullest.
Tidus stepped out into the lobby stretching, his back cracking in several places from the distasteful rest of the night before, one that was spent trying to fall asleep on the overly firm, cold beds the obnoxious Innkeeper lead them to. He was groggy, his lips sticking together with the remnants of sleep and his eyes refusing to fully open. They widened however, when the blitzball jock spotted Yuna perched delicately in one of the lobby chairs. Her face was distant and she was looking beyond what could be seen with the normal eye. Yuna always seemed to be in such a state, and didn't notice Tidus until he approached her, smiling and waving with a typical, "Good morning."
Yuna jumped slightly, and whipped her head towards him, awaking from her dreamy state. She returned the smile, as always, and Tidus forced himself to continue looking happy, despite his deep desire for Yuna to bound up and throw herself onto him in. Perhaps even suck him off. Now that would be a good morning. Tidus's testosterone-packed fantasies were suddenly blown by the ever- present chime emitted from Rikku, also apparently woken. For some reason she seemed awfully cheery, even for her, especially considering the Thunderplains usually made her piss herself. She bounded in through the halls skipping and even singing slightly, calling out to Yuna and clinging around her arm in an obnoxiously perky manner. Tidus reminded himself to be nice; he hated Rikku, found her annoying and worthless as a guardian, but usually gritted his teeth and laughed with her just the same. At this point, however, he was not in the mood to be pleasant. He new he'd have done anything at that point to be in Rikku's position. He would have torn her off the delicate arm and taken Yuna right there if his impulse control weren't so goddamn overpowering. The worst part of the matter was that Tidus knew she'd enjoy it. The looks she gave when him when they brushed past each other on the battlefield drove him wild and he was convinced she knew he thought about her every night to his own pleasure. She tormented him every moment of the day and Tidus wanted to hurt himself thinking they'd get to Zanarkand before he'd get to fuck her.
In a fit of jealousy, he shook his head and stomped past the duo of girls without a word and approached the room he, Wakka, and Auron had shared the previous night. Tidus reached out for the doorknob and pulling it open, he let out a small, but startled yelp. Auron was poised, supporting the doorframe with his mass only two inches away from Tidus's nose. On top of it all, his red cloak appeared to have been discarded and he was quite topless.
"Come back for more sleep?" Auron asked, gruff and yet strangely pleasant. Teasing, almost. Tidus mocked him.
"What, waiting for me?" Auron laughed in a patronizing tone, though mostly unintentionally. "And if I was?" "Shut up, Auron. I'm not in the mood for this." Tidus pushed passed him, walking into the room and collapsing onto the wooden sheeted cot he'd spent last night upon. His childish response had stopped Auron from nothing.
"Jecht was never in the right mood either." Auron had followed Tidus to his bed, looming over him with a smile and an overcoming sense of dominance. Tidus looked up from the thick yellow folds of his blitz uniform. Auron was really rather topless. Oddly enthralled, allowing the revelation to sink in, Tidus's eyes roved the soft curves of muscle that flowed into one another beneath a dark icing of rich skin. Both his shoulders and arms were broad and strong with the never-ending trials life had delivered him. Scars bled across his chest, an expanse of smooth tanned flesh that Tidus's vision remained captivated upon.
He swallowed, the lump in his throat hardening, and he felt the quick need to cross his legs as a similar action graced him elsewhere. Tidus rolled over away from Auron, desperately trying to disgrace the unreachable charm his very presence had endlessly haunted him throughout his late life. Auron was ungodly attractive, yes, but Tidus knew in fact that he'd fucked Jecht and even the simple thought sent his blood boiling with rage. His absolute hate towards his father went much deeper than he'd realized, but there was no possible way in Tidus's little world he would ever admit to being jealous.
"You and Jecht are a lot a like," Auron soothed. Tidus gasped slightly as the rough and yet silky words sent every last drop of hot blood in his body cascading to his groin. "So it would seem," Tidus muttered from under his arm. He was growing increasingly tenser in every sense. If it was Auron's intent to fuck him, he knew his ass would only be replacing Jecht's. However, at that point in his throbbing anxiety, he was loosing all care to what sex with Auron would mean. He held his breath, trying to hide all urges to moan or touch himself, but the temptation of such suspense was driving him mad. He gave in to his impulsive desires and rolled over, half opening his eyes and gazing up at the gracefully scarred man he'd admired since childhood.
"Auron," he moaned, wrapping sweaty fingers across his forehead. "Why did you bring me to Spira?" Auron remained silent and solemn, disregarding Tidus's question. Tidus cared not; he needed no answer to such an irrelevant question. He sat up and reached out for Auron's shoulders, draping his elbows graciously across their broad stretch. Heart racing, and taking the initiative he knew Auron wouldn't, Tidus drew his lips to lock with those of his lifelong attachment. He was a little surprised at the temperature variation between bodies—the steaming humidity on his lips clashed with the icy stones that were Auron's. Tidus stood, careful not to let go of the kiss they shared in that moment, and stumbled slightly as his erection pounced upward. He was aroused and wanting, wanting to give Auron everything he had to offer whether out of respect or fantasized sexuality it didn't matter. Auron kissed back, slick chilled tongue gliding over the bends in Tidus's mouth and strong hands seizing the feminine waist of the blonde boy, pulling them closer than they ever imagine they would ever possibly be. Tidus awaited, impatient and thighs clenched for Auron to take initiative in removing his clothing and after a few moments of itchy temptation, took care of it himself. Tidus let go of the kiss, tongue trailing along the thick bottom lip of Auron's and, keeping close, unclasped the buckles that held half his uniform clinging to his shoulders. Not letting go of him, Auron let his hands slide to the boy's collar, and slipped the shorts off with a mere touch. They fell thick and heavily to the floor, wet with Tidus's passionate intrigue. He leaned into Auron's arms, naked from the breast down, and caressed the dark skin of his chest as Auron's fingers found their way back down to his bare and toned ass. Taking hold of the back of his brawny neck, Tidus fell closer, whispering into Auron's ear as he gently closed his teeth around the lobe.
"I'll be whoever you want me to be," Tidus assured. Auron murmured a sound, tender and a bit humored in response to Tidus's promise. Strong hands found their way to the blonde's lower back, graciously turned him around—back to Auron—and leaned him forward—stomach to bed sheets. Tidus closed his eyes, coming closer in tune to his sense of touch as he awaited what he knew would come. His fingers tightened around the folds of the blankets, his erection pressed taught between his soft stomach and the edge of the cot. He took in all other sensations easily with his sight down, the sounds of Auron declothing behind him, the lingering scent of long awaited sexuality, the still present taste of Auron's icy sweet tongue. The cool hands, big and yet still noticeably gentle, took hold of Tidus's hips and clutched firmly. Tidus held his breath, his heart pounding more steamy blood, which flowed rapidly to his loins. As the moist and slender tip of Auron's cock pressed between his buttocks, Tidus gasped hard, pushing himself into the bed and careening into wet penetration. Auron dove into him, thrusting with a rhythm that pulled him in deeper with every force. That rhythm collided with Tidus's heartbeat, rocking him into an insane improvised world of sex, but he arched just the same, moaning with each and every delectably painful shock. He felt like screaming in the twisted awareness of pain and pleasure, salty and sweet, and he almost did until the hand of Auron reached round his sun tanned thighs and found what it's be searching for. Tidus's eyes rolled into the back of his head and an uncontrolled groan of extraordinary ecstasy escaped his mouth as soft fingers held tightly onto his pulsating component, slowly moving it up and down. He gripped, sweaty palmed to the sheet, moving with Auron, orgasm quickly boiling up within him. In a desperate cry, he blacked out, erupting into Auron's palm, every muscle in his body convulsing at once—a spasm of rapture. As the scream dried and crumbled blissfully from his mouth, Auron's hands seized his hips and thrusted one last aching crane into deep inside of him.
Tidus collapsed in utter exhaustion, his body loosening weakly into the bed. Auron withdrew from within Tidus's warm body, hot spangles of pearly white stretched from deep within his ass to the tip of Auron's relaxing penis. Tidus panted, searching for his vision and a normal resting heart rate. Behind him, Auron pulled the red robe back over his shoulders, keeping silent as always. It unnerved Tidus slightly, as if he were trying to get over what had just happened as quickly as possible. As Tidus rolled over, chest rising and falling with short breath and decorated in the flakes of drying cum, he moaned out.
"Auron..." Replacing his glasses, Auron turned to look down at Tidus.
"Get ready," he said, voice deep and dominating. "We've got a ways to go before we can rest again."