Continuing from Chapter 7
"Come over here," Dona whispered.
Kimahri looked suspiciously at the exotic plant that shook. "I said come over here!" It yelled. Kimahri stared down at it and gently touched one of its leaves. It growled and shouted, "I need your help!"
Dona folded her arms and looked around the dark hallway. She pulled back a few leaves and looked up at Kimahri. "I need to find a way out of here, but all the doors are locked, and the closest windows to the ground where all eight feet up. If you can find a safe exit I will reward you for your services." She said, her eyes scanning the dark hallway.
"Why do you hide?" Kimahri asked in a deep, gravelly tone.
"Because…" Dona sighed impatiently and veiled herself behind the wild leaves. "Bartello's missing and some mysterious idiot keeps harassing me."
"Fine." Kimahri agreed. "Kimahri help."
Auron was immediately taken back by the odor of the room. It smelt like bodily fluid, blood, and sex. Auron held his high collar over his nose and slid through the crack in the door. It was dark, but a half shut window cast a modest, eerie glow upon the room. His brow contorted in anger when he saw the disheveled, blood-spattered sheets and the cups of blood staining the wooden flooring, torn fabric lying in shards atop the floorboards. He held his breath when he heard a soft, tenor pitch cry within close proximity. His heart pounded in his chest, he instantly recognized Tidus' voice.
Auron looked down and saw a thin trail of blood leading into a corner obscured by the large bed. He shifted his weight and almost slipped. He could feel the warmness of blood under the sole of his boot, and finally realized how large a quantity was dispersed throughout the room. Tidus' crying rang dreadfully in his ears and he quickly rushed over to him.
He kicked a few empty bottles out of his way, until he noticed the chipped one with Tidus' blood dripping down its neck. He picked it up and almost shattered it in his tense grasp, somehow knowing how it was used maliciously against him. His eyes traveled to the darkened corner by the nightstand and he caught his breath. He saw what the dead end the trail of blood led to and was shocked to see Tidus curled up in a small pool of blood.
"Auron…" He cried out softly, "Where are you…" He sniffled, his words diminished by tears of despair.
"Oh, Tidus…" He whispered almost inaudibly. He felt the thundering sound of his heart beating in his ears; its tempo becoming rapid. The glass slipped from his grasp, and it collapsed onto the floor like a wilted rose.
His eyes scanned over his backside, which was reddened with scratch marks. His back was to him, but he could tell that his left cheek was inflamed and bruised. Auron looked away when he saw the blood dripping from between his thighs. He felt a tear running down from his eye and he quickly brushed it away. He had to be strong for the both of them. Yet hearing Tidus whimpering like he was utterly defenseless and wounded tore at his heart.
He knelt before Tidus, gently laying his hand on his side. Tidus jumped and cried out, fearing that Wakka had come back for him. He shielded his face with his arms and recoiled from his touch. "P-please don't hurt me…I-I won't tell anyone, I promise…Don't t-touch me like that, it hurts…please don't…" He rambled on.
"Ssshhh…" Auron whispered coolly and affectionately caressed his jaw line. "Don't worry. It's me, Auron."
"It hurts so much when you touch me like that…stop it…go away…" Tidus continued to ramble on, pleading whoever it may be to go away. Auron sighed and tilted his face towards him, looking deeply into his anguished, blue eyes. "I'm here," He said.
Tidus' crying dimmed down a little and he rolled over, anxious to see Auron again.
"Auron…" He said softly. He was confused by this younger looking appearance, but then he caught sight of that familiar scar. He smiled slightly, and glanced into his eyes. He wanted to hug him, but he was too weak to even sit up. "Auron…" He said frantically, "Am I…am I bleeding?"
"I…can't really tell…" He feigned. Auron gently reached out for him and positioned him on his lap. Tidus whimpered when he tried to sit him up, so he supported his back on his arm. Auron moved a few tousled strands of blonde hair from his eyes and noticed that his left eye was indeed slightly bruised and discolored. He gasped when he saw the finger indentation and bruises along his neck. He then noticed his inflamed nipples and the red bite marks trailing down his neck and knew what happened to him. Auron gently stroked the bruises on his neck, trying to ease some of the pain.
He looked deeply into Tidus' eyes and became concerned by the fact that he couldn't even look back at him. He worried Tidus might've lost his self-esteem. He could tell by how red and pouty his eyes were that he had been crying for hours. "Tidus…" He asked, "What…what happened to you?"
Tidus finally looked back into his eyes. Auron saw tears glimmering on his frail, cerulean eyes, awestricken by how beautiful they looked when he was on the verge of crying. "I was raped…" He whispered.
Auron tightened his embrace on Tidus' frail body and held his head against his chest. Auron inhaled sharply, barely managing to hold back the few tears still daring to spill over. He could hear Tidus start to cry again. He gently stroked his soft, blonde hair and tried to soothe him. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that…" Auron murmured. Auron continued to let Tidus cry softly against his chest. He kissed his forehead and murmured, "I can only imagine what you're going through, but I'll try my best to comfort you."
Tidus sniffed and wiped the tears out of his eyes. "Being here is enough," He said weakly.
Tidus laid his hand on Auron's shoulder and glanced up into his eyes again. He turned his head away, but then Auron held his face and turned it back in his direction. "Don't be afraid to look at me. I won't hurt you in any way," He said. He rubbed his bruised cheek with his thumb. Auron leaned forward and tenderly kissed him on his lips.
Auron pulled away and held him affectionately in his arms. Tidus was surprised by how soft and tender he was with him. He almost didn't think Auron was capable of being so sensitive with his body; he was so used to his rough and powerful side. Tidus rested his head on Auron's chest; he could hear his heart pounding faintly.
"I will always love you, no matters what happens to you." He whispered. He pulled his red cloak protectively around Tidus' nude form. Tidus grinned slightly, he felt so warm and cozy lying on Auron's lap with his cloak wrapped around him.
"Who raped you?"He asked forcefully, Tidus could hear his words rumbling in his chest cavity.
Tidus' eyes flew open and he felt like he was stabbed in his gut. Telling Auron he had been raped was hard enough, but to tell him who did it was impossible. He was too ashamed to admit it was Wakka, and was scared he might even come after him again. He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't imagine being raped again…
"It…" Tidus hesitated. "I-I don't know who it was…"
Auron sighed. He knew he was lying and trying to hide something from him. His keen ears even remembered his somewhat distinct reverberation…"I won't tell anyone…"
"Tidus, don't lie. I know you're lying. Don't hide the truth from me. You have to tell someone. If not, he might do it again or even do it to someone else next time." Auron kissed Tidus on his forehead again; he could tell he was nervous.
"I can't. It's too hard." Tidus said with tears caught in his throat. He started to cry again and he frailly wrapped his arms around Auron's waist.
Auron's voice rose slightly. "You need to tell me who did this to you. It's not right to just let him get away! How can justice be served if you can't even tell me? I realize that your pride means a lot to you, but you need to tell someone."
Tidus swallowed hard. He sobbed, "I'm only telling you this because you're my lover and I don't want to keep secrets from you….It was…..Wakka…"
Auron raised his eyebrows and was surprised to be hearing this. "Are you sure?" He asked, flabbergasted. He didn't think Wakka was capable of even thinking about doing something so serious and immoral.
Tidus nodded. He was relieved to have gotten it off his chest, but now his self esteem was at an all time low. "It was him. I-I saw his face, and I heard his voice, and he even said 'ya' like he usually does…and I should know since he was so close to me…And he hurt me, too Auron!" He sobbed and added weakly, "He made me feel like I was worthless…."
"Hmmm…" Auron uttered. Tidus could hear his voice rumbling again. "I find it hard to believe. But, I take it you wouldn't joke about something so serious and that you're telling the truth. It does make since, however, since people are usually taken advantage of by someone who knows them…"
Tidus sighed and looked down to the floor, taking in what Auron had just said. Tears started to emerge onto his eyelids, recalling the horrid events that have occurred not too long ago. His long eyelashes glistened with a sheen coat of his own tears.
Tidus looked up and saw Auron's eyebrows contorted in anger. He finally noticed that Auron's shades were missing, and he could see a glint of rage in his dark eyes. Tidus shrieked when he felt Auron tighten his grasp on his shoulders. He could tell Auron wasn't trying to hurt him, but was overcome with anger. "Who raped you?" Auron repeated heatedly.
Tidus was a little intimidated by the deepness of his voice. He swallowed hard and whispered, "Wakka…"
Auron looked down to the floor. His expression was blank, save for his stern eyebrows. Seeing Tidus in pain was hard enough for him to deal with. But knowing he was forced by that horny bastard nearly pushed him over the edge.
"Tidus," Auron asked slowly out of curiosity, "Is this the first time…this has ever happened to you?"
Tidus started to cry again when he was reminded of the first time he'd been raped. He was just as scared, but even more resistant. And it wasn't by a close friend. It was by someone he barely knew, yet he was intimidated and unnerved by his stealthy and uncanny presence. "No." Tidus shook his head, his blonde hair wafting from cheek to cheek.
Auron's brow tensed. "It wasn't?" He asked, enraged by such a thought. "Who dared to do it to you then?"
Tidus sniffled and said, "It was Seymour."
"Seymour…" Auron repeated. Even more shocked to hear this. "Spira has become so corrupt!" He said angrily. He grew angry thinking of both Seymour and Wakka touching and fondling his Tidus in defiling ways that made him uncomfortable. He could imagine them ravaging upon his body, even though he had told them to stop, causing him so much pain in his most intimate of regions for their own sadistic pleasures, and then leaving him emotionally scarred and wounded. Auron's anger started to swell and he tried to rid himself of these horrible visions, but the more he tried the angrier he grew. "A Maester, of all people, actually did this to you? Tidus are you telling me the truth?"
Tidus nodded, unable to speak due to the tears caught in his throat. He coughed and whispered, "It happened when he threw us in the Via Purifico. He…had his guards hold me back a while longer. They locked me in his bedroom, and it was odd the way he touched me. Then he attacked me and before I knew it he was trying to…" Tidus trailed off, unable to continue his sentence.
"How come you never told me?" Auron questioned.
Tidus inhaled shakily and he looked up into Auron's eyes. "I was scared. I had never been in that sort of situation before and I didn't know what to do. At first, I didn't even know that what he was doing to me was wrong…until he started to hurt me…"
"What did he do to you?" Auron asked, his blood still hot with anger. Tidus could even feel his body starting to heat up.
"He….at first, he just talked to me. I forgot what he said, but then…..he started to ask me weird questions. He asked me something like, if I had ever slept with a man before? And he asked me if I was a streetwalker or something, and how much I would cost…"
"A streetwalker?" Auron gasped, and closed his eyes as unwelcome memories flooded into his head.
"Yeah, he thought Yuna hired me as a prostitute, for some reason…" Tidus' voice rose and he tightened his embrace on Auron. "Then he approached me and wrapped his arms around me. Before I could react he was kissing me and pressing me up against the door. I was scared. I hadn't kissed too many girls and I was still pretty much a virgin. Then he started squeezing my butt and t-touching my crotch and I was so scared that I could barely even remain standing. So he took me to his bed and ordered me to take my clothes off. I don't know why I did, but I guess I was confused and did it because he's a Maester and I'm supposed to do whatever he tells me. Then he took his clothes off and I was alarmed by how aroused he was. I was afraid of what he would do to me next and I turned away from him. Then he laid down next to me and started touching and kissing on me again. Then he told me to roll over and I did. Then he started to kiss me again, and before I knew it, he was inside of me. I told him to stop. I told him that he was hurting me and he wouldn't stop. He kept on going and, and, I think I fainted, and…"
"It's okay," Auron said, "I understand."
Tidus looked back up at Auron and added, "Seymour was even more aggressive than Wakka." Tidus quickly looked away, knowing he had tried his best to leave out the major details of his ordeal with Seymour. Tidus started to chew his nails all the way down to the quick. It was a strange habit and he never really noticed it before.
Tidus suddenly started to cry so hard he started to shake. Auron placed his hand on the back of his head and murmured, "Ssshhh….it's over now…."
"No it's not! It's never over! I'll never get over it; it's too painful and emotionally traumatizing." Tidus sobbed and rambled, "And every night he would come up to my room, and make me lay down…"
"Tidus, are you still talking about Seymour?" Auron asked confusedly.
Tidus sniveled and ignored him, "And then…he would come back with a belt and whip me with it. I would cry and scream out, but he wouldn't stop. There were whelps all over my body. He said it would make me tougher, but all it did was hurt like Hell!"
Auron sighed and said, "Calm down…"
"Calm down!" Tidus exclaimed, "How can I calm down when one of my worst fears has happened to me…again? How…how can I Auron? I'll never calm down, not emotionally at least. Do you know what it feels like to be forced to do something so…so sinful against your will! And being completely helpless and unable to defend yourself? No, you don't! You'll never know what it feels like! No one can help. No one can take away this pain. Not you, not your 'Yevon' shit, or even the bastards who did this to me!" Tidus cried out and tightened his embrace on Auron's torso. "You'll never know…"
"How can you be so certain?" Auron asked softly.
Tidus looked up curiously into Auron's eyes. "What?"
"I said, 'How can you be so sure?' You heard me," He said firmly. He looked off into the distance, his eyes not focused on anything in particular. The pale moonlight reflected mysteriously onto his features.
"But…" Tidus started, "D-Didn't you say"
"I lied." He interjected. His eyelashes flickered and he looked down at the wooden floor. With a sigh he started, "Part of the reason why I even turned to Yevon is because I thought it would take away part of the humiliation I endured. It worked as a good distraction, but I still felt it. And the night terrors have never went away. Before I became a Guardian….I used to be a prostitute. How you ask? Well, to tell you the truth, when I was about your age I looked even more effeminate than you. Not until I became a guardian did I start to look my gender. Yep. I used to be a fucking whore, isn't that pleasant? So don't tell me I don't know shit. You're the one who doesn't know shit. It felt like I was getting paid to be raped. Everyday was a similar routine, about 10 or 12 times a day. So I never had time to cry."
Tidus became silent and stared down at his stubby nails. "I didn't know…I take back what I said. I was just--"
"Angry, Confused. I know. But I got over it. And soon you will, too. So, were you a virgin when he did this to you?" Auron inquired. He laid his hand on Tidus' back and gently rubbed his sore wounds.
"What?" Tidus whispered.
"Seymour…"
"Well, there were times when girls tried to convince me to sleep with them. We never did anything. But there were times when we would make out with our clothes off. For some reason, though, I never really liked girls too much. I was too preoccupied with Blitzball. And…" He said softly, "I kinda liked boys, too…I used to make out with this boy who lived nearby…"
Auron grinned and said, "Well a boy as pretty as you are couldn't possibly be 100 straight." Tidus chuckled a little and grinned. "But you're even a little too good-looking for your own good sometimes…" Auron added, raising an eyebrow and looking down at Tidus. "What am I to do with you?"
Tidus looked into his eyes and said, "Well, you could keep me locked up all day and stop by whenever you want to talk to me and have sex."
"That is illogical. I couldn't do that. But what I could do is keep an eye on you and make sure this never happens again. And you wouldn't believe what happened to me earlier. That idiot Rin had me locked up in a dark room and he asked me a shit load of stupid questions, and then he started flirting with me. He was probably confused or something." Auron gazed idly at Tidus' shoulder, recalling the events of his time wasted in Rin's company. His anger surged again, knowing that while he was with Rin he could've stopped Wakka's advances.
Auron grinned down at Tidus. "You've stopped crying a little," He said. "Don't worry; we'll get through this together."
Tidus placed his hands on Auron's face, enjoying the prickly feel of his facial hairs. He leaned up and kissed him on his lips. "I love you, Auron." He whispered.
Auron wrapped his arms around Tidus and rubbed their noses together. Tidus giggled and kissed him on his lips again. Auron kissed Tidus' jaw and murmured, "I love you, too, Tidus." Auron tickled Tidus' armpits and he laughed uncontrollably. Then Tidus shifted his position and he cried out, feeling a terrible pain in-between his legs. His eyes were teary and he frowned as he looked into Auron's eyes. "Auron…" He whined. "It still hurts…"
Auron looked down at his pants and saw bloodstains on his thighs. "I almost forgot," He said. He held Tidus gently in his arms and stood up. He carried him to the bed, but was disgusted by the blood and semen still lingering on it like a fungus. "That bastard…" Auron said under his breath. He knew once he came within several paces of Wakka that he'd dismember him, seeing as though he obviously doesn't know how to control himself appropriately. Then he'd beat him until his lungs collapsed.
Auron gently placed Tidus on the foot of the bed in the area farthest from any filthy stains. He took his cloak off and Tidus marveled at his chiseled arms. He wrapped his cloak around Tidus and picked him back up, affectionately cradling him in his arms. He was so light, it was like lifting air.
"Where are we going?" Tidus asked softly.
Auron paused to think. He wasn't so sure himself. And to make matters worse there weren't infirmaries and potions created for rape victims in Spira. "I'll find a clean bed for you to rest in," He decided.
Auron quickly walked out into the Hallway and was relieved to get Tidus out of that burdensome room. He closed the door behind him, and would only return to get his sword.
Tidus felt like a little child being carried like this. His eyes looked blankly up at Auron. He had mixed feelings about that room, and the bed it contained. In it he had experienced his first purely enjoyable, sexual experience with his lover Auron. Yet at the same time he was raped again by another intimidating person.
He was afraid of what would happen to him once he came within contact with Wakka again. He worried that he might see that perverse grin, or those probing hands, or his arousal threatening to violate him again. He instinctively rested his head more firmly against Auron's chest, seeking the protection he wished he'd had a few moments ago…
Wakka's head felt it was spinning around in circles. The entire hallway looked like a whirlwind of firecrackers. In the distance, he could see a shoopuf wearing a skirt mating with a headless llama.
"Make it stop…" he groaned. His stomach was churning like it was flipped inside out. In his drunken stupor, he lost his footing and crashed into a wall. A loud thud reverberated as he slid down its cold exterior. Everything blacked out, only darkness and silence.
"What the Hell…" he murmured. He blinked open his eyes and to his surprise he could see clearly again and the hallucinations were gone. He clumsily rose to his feet, reaching out for the wall for support. His previous thoughts all seemed to have been erased. He jumped when he noticed the blood dripping between his knuckles. His eyes widened as he inhaled, his most recent memories returning to him.
"I…" he hoarsely started, unable to continue his dreaded sentence. He turned over his hand, watching as the scarlet liquid flowed over the palm of his hand. He quickly examined the other one and felt some sort of relief from its relatively clean state. The knots in his stomach returned and he suppressed the urge to hurl right there in the Hallway.
He clutched onto his waist and quickly rushed in the direction of the bathroom. Its bright lights seemed to be the only source of light. He leaned against the bathroom door, his face contorted with pain. He felt an unusual sort of pressure in his stomach.
"That damn Rin…" He murmured. He couldn't believe he tried some of that Al Bhed alcohol.
The pressure suddenly rose up to his throat and he rushed over to one of the stalls in the bathroom and hurled up all the contents of his stomach. He felt drained and looked back over his hands, noticing the blood still lingering on his skin.
Wakka feverishly scrubbed his hands under the sink. Almost to the point where it pained him to do so. He lifted them back up; the blood was still embedded into his skin despite his attempts at removing it. He sighed, wondering why it wouldn't come off.
"It hasn't even faded in shade or anything. It's was just stuck there…" He murmured. "What the Hell…"
He looked up into the mirror. At his expressionless face staring pitifully back at him. His eyes traveled back down to the blood as it sat upon his skin.
"I can't believe this is happening…" He whispered.
Auron looked up at the bold numbers above the wooden frame of the door.
291
Auron looked down into his shimmering, aqua eyes and asked, "This is Lulu and Rikku's room, right Tidus?"
"Yeah, I remember seeing them coming in here yesterday."
"Hmm." Auron grunted, realizing that a day has passed already.
Auron stood back and fiercely kicked open the door. Tidus gasped and looked up at Auron, wondering what where his reasons for doing such a thing. "Auron, was that even necessary?"
Auron grew angry seeing Dona and Bartello rummaging throughout Rikku and Lulu's belongings. Bartello held a pair of lavender panties in his hands and looked baffled up at them.
"Hey, who the Hell are you?" Dona remarked.
"Get out!" Auron shouted. Dona flinched due to his sudden outburst. Auron stared back at Bartello as he glared ruefully towards him, "You, too."
Dona growled and clenched her fists together. "Hey! This is my room! Now you better leave before things get ugly!"
"Well, look who's talking…" Tidus quipped.
"Shut up. You crippled little bitch!" Dona shouted.
"Oh no you didn't!" Tidus shouted. "Uh uh girlfriend! You best ta roll up on oughta here before someone leaves with a pair of straws for legs!"
Auron gave Tidus an odd look and Tidus smiled bashfully back up at him.
"Oooohh." Dona said sarcastically, "I'm afraid of a boy getting carried around in a blanket. Oh god, I better leave before he stuffs it down my throat!"
"At least I don't look like a rat with a wig on!" Tidus retorted.
"Enough! Leave now!" Auron shouted. "Before I get forceful."
Dona and Bartello exchanged looks. The Dona kissed her teeth and remarked, "I don't appreciate such low-class individuals in my presence anyways…"
Bartello quickly gathered up all their belongings and nodded at Auron before leaving the confines of the room. Dona stopped at the door and glared at Tidus over her shoulder. "If I was an alien I would've sucked out your brains, already."
Auron aggressively stepped towards her and she fled away quickly. Auron kicked the door closed with the heel of his boot. He chuckled when he saw the lavender underwear somehow made its way around Dona's neck.
Tidus looked up into Auron's loving eyes as he laid him upon the soft cushions of the mattress. Auron removed his red cloak and chuckled at the blush that crept upon Tidus' cheeks when his body became exposed. "Don't be shy…" Auron whispered. He pulled the beige sheet up to Tidus' waist and ran his fingertips over his inflamed nipples. Tidus jumped and cried out.
"Do they still hurt that much?" Auron asked. He lewdly glanced down at the slight curve of the thin sheet between Tidus' thighs.
Tidus nodded. "Yeah, so don't touch them!"
Auron raised his eyebrows. "Okay, I won't."
Tidus felt tears running off his long lashes and he wiped them away with his forearm.
"Are you okay? I didn't realize that it hurt you that badly."
"No." Tidus shook his head. "It's somewhere else that hurts too. I mean, of course my uhh…you know hurts, but my umm…other one hurts, too."
Auron contorted his face with confusion. "You have two anuses?"
"No!" Tidus shook his head. He sighed. "Down there…"
"Oh." Auron's face lit up when he realized what he was talking about. "Oh! You mean…"
"Yes."
"But…why? I mean, did he do something to it or something?"
"Auron, please…" He whined.
Auron slowly slid his hands underneath the sheet. His youth caused his hormones to stir slightly as he did so. Auron gently stroked the tip of Tidus' member and he jumped. "Not like that!" He cried out. He slid Auron's hand away from him and sighed.
Auron groaned. "Well, it seemed like that's what you wanted…"
"Hello! I just got raped! Sex is like the last thing on my mind right now!" Tidus felt tears come to his eyes once the revelation that he'd been raped came over him again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He kissed his forehead and wrapped his arms protectively around his frail body. "It's just that, now that I'm younger I've been thinking of sex much more than I usually do."
"I know…" He sighed. He looked up into Auron's eyes. He felt Auron move closer to him and he gasped when their lips touched. He closed his eyes and laid his hand upon the nape of his neck. Auron jerked back when he tasted semen on Tidus' tongue. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows contorted as he stared shocked back at Tidus. Tidus looked back at him with fear in his eyes, worried that Auron might've grown disgusted with him.
"Tidus…" He asked firmly, "Is that semen I taste in your mouth?"
Tidus nodded and looked down to the floor, tears gathering in his eyes.
Auron gathered Tidus in his arms and held him softly. "I'm sorry," He whispered into his ear. Tidus giggled a little, feeling his breath blowing into his ear as he spoke. "I didn't mean to react that way. I was just a little shocked that he…." His words were strangled by rage. He stopped speaking in an effort to calm himself down.
"Auron," Tidus whispered, he looked deeply into his eyes, "Is this how you looked when you were younger?"
"Yes. This is how I looked while I was Lord Braska's Guardian." Auron nodded. "It's because that dumb ass Rin injected me with the wrong needle."
Tidus tugged playfully on Auron's ponytail. "Really…" He pondered.
Auron chuckled. "He threatened that it would give me 'erectile dysfunction', but turns out all it did was make me look younger."
Tidus smiled mischievously. "I like you like this. Now I get to see what you were like all those centuries ago…."
"Centuries ago? You make me seem, ancient. I'm only 36, it's not that old."
"Well your like twice my age, you perv."
Auron smiled and walked towards the door. "I'm going to retrieve my sword." He called out.
Auron slowly opened the door and gazed down at the bloodstained floor. He felt a surge of anger come over him, but he quickly fought it off. His eyes traveled over the disheveled sheets and the tattered clothes that lay upon the floor. Auron knelt and picked up a shard of Tidus' vest, the yellow cloth seemed to brighten up the dark atmosphere. Auron tightened it into his fist and continued to search for his sword. 'Hopefully that bastard didn't take it,' He thought.
He grinned upon seeing its blade shinning brightly next to the footboard, right where he had placed it. He grasped it firmly into his strong hands, his eyes scanning the gleaming metal. He gasped when violent thoughts rose into his mind and turned away to leave.
Auron approached apprehensively to the door of the Inn room. He trailed his bloodstained fingertips down its wooden frame, feeling its hardness as he stood before the boundary between him and his lover. He gently kicked open the door with the toe of his boot, allowing the noxious scent of blood and sweat to penetrate his nostrils. He hiked up the shaft of his high jacket collar, and proceeded to enter.
He was relieved to see Tidus resting peacefully on the bed, a clean linen sheet draped elegantly across his violated body. Tidus shifted slightly and rolled onto his side.
Auron approached Tidus, yet he dragged his clumsy boots hesitantly. He sat on the bedside, careful not to disturb his slumber. He laid his hand on Tidus' waist, feeling the cloth hovering on his skin. Auron ran his fingertips over the curve of his effeminate lips, even in his sleep they still trembled with fear. Auron leaned over Tidus and wrapped an arm around his torso. He ran his thumb over his bruised cheek and caressed the discolored skin. He pressed his lips to Tidus' ears and murmured softly.
Tidus stirred, and weakly glanced up into Auron's shades. He felt strands of his disheveled blonde hair sticking to his cheeks and forehead. He continued to perspire, though the threat was no longer present. Tidus let out a soft groan and shifted his body weight closer to Auron. "Auron….it still hurts…" he murmured.
Auron gently stroked Tidus' ashen face, removing a few wisps of blonde hair from his eyes. "It'll be over soon."
Tidus locked his pretty, cerulean eyes deeply into Auron's eyes. "When?" he asked mournfully.
Auron looked away and rubbed his neck. "I don't know," He whispered. He looked down at Tidus' hand resting beside his thigh. Auron intertwined his strong hand with Tidus' delicate fingers. "Tidus…" Auron said softly, "What did Seymour do to you?"
Tidus sighed and arched his eyebrows. "Like I said, he raped me," he answered and shamefully lowered his head.
Hearing those words where like a dagger to his heart. "How so?"
Auron held his gaze into Tidus' eyes. A new coat of tears rested upon them, and his eyelashes flickered rapidly. "I…can't…." He sobbed. His focus was absorbed onto the sheet as he pulled fistfuls of it into his hand.
Auron gently slid his palm over Tidus' cheek and lifted his head so that their eyes met. He removed his glasses and laid them on the nightstand. "Tidus…" He spoke softly, his thumb gently caressing his bruised cheek, "I want you to tell me what happened. Tell me what Seymour did to you. If it hurts you too much to speak of it, then don't."
Tidus sighed. "I'll only tell you if you lay next to me and hold me in your arms."
Auron smiled and approached him. Tidus moved over, allotting Auron plenty of room. Feeling Auron's warmth and strong arms wrap around him protectively made him smile. Auron played with Tidus' hair, looking down into his melancholy eyes and his distant smile. Tidus grimaced as he pulled himself up into a sitting position.
"Are you okay, Tidus?" Auron asked.
"I'm fine…..just a little sore…" He responded. Auron sat up and gently pulled Tidus' head against his chest. Tidus sighed. "Do you really want to know?" He asked.
"Yes…" Auron whispered, and held Tidus closer.
Flash Back...
The Guards pushed him into the dimly lit room and with a thud his bottom collided with the hard floor. "Hey, what are you--!" Tidus winced as the door was slammed shut and bolted, sealing his words from their ears. Tidus leaned back on his elbows and looked around the room. Only a few scarce candles hung vaguely from the walls, their embers shone bright on their wicks like small, blinding beacons. Tidus shifted his hands and he jumped. "What the…" He lifted up his right hand and saw a sticky, white residue slipping from between his fingers. His eyebrows tensed and he licked his parched lips, wondering what the hell it was. "Gross…" He whined and wiped it onto the floor.
"What are you doing?" A smooth voice asked from the distance. "Don't rub your snot on my floor."
"Snot!" Tidus snorted. "Hey I found it on your floor, and now I'm trying to get this gross shit off my…."
Tidus froze. He didn't remember seeing anyone nearby. "Okay, I hope I'm going crazy 'cause I just heard someone talking."
The voice chuckled and said, "Don't you recognize my voice, Tidus?"
Tidus looked around the room in a panic, searching for whoever, or possibly whatever, owned that voice. The small hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end, and he felt a heat wave come over his body. "Who's there?" He asked warily.
He jolted up when he felt hands caressing his shoulders and the sensual breeze of someone whispering in his ears. "Guess who?"
Tidus couldn't help but be a little turned on by the smooth and relaxed tone of the voice. He attempted to look back when a hand firmly grasped his chin and turned it forward. Unusually long fingernails played with the cloth of his vest. "Ah, Ah, Ah. That would be cheating. We can't cheat can we? Cheating induces punishment." He chuckled and let out a breathy sigh.
Tidus felt unnerved by his presence. He felt almost threatened and scared by his sensual mannerisms, for he had never engaged in any form of penetration or sexual activity.
"Ummm….Rin?"
"Nope."
Tidus scratched his head and said, "Yu Yevon?"
Seymour, now agitated, said, "No. And I really don't care whether or not a halfwit such as yourself is even capable of guessing correctly."
Seymour stood and dragged Tidus up by his vest. "Hey!" Tidus exclaimed, "You're going to choke me like that Yu Yevon!"
"I am not Yu Yevon!" Seymour shouted. "It is I, Seymour Guado."
Tidus quickly spun back on his heel and was shocked to see Seymour's furtive form before him. The odd vibes in his body intensified as he walked closer to him. Tidus walked back until his body collided with a hard barrier; the door. Now he wished more than anything that he could open it. He felt Seymour come within very close proximity between their bodies. He looked up and could see a sincere look of unusual interest in his cold, lilac eyes. His laid his slightly enlonged forearms against the door, surrounding Tidus' head, his fingernails tapping idly across the metallic frame. Tidus swallowed and looked up into Seymour's piercing gaze with uncertainty in his anxious, blue eyes.
Tidus spread his body flat against the door and opened his mouth to speak, but no words would form. Seymour moved closer to him until their noses were touching and looked down at him. Tidus felt alarmed by the two sets of eyes staring into his with such lust and desire. Perhaps what frightened him even more was the stiff region below Seymour's waist.
"S-Seymour….what….what is that?" He stuttered.
Seymour ran his fingertips down Tidus' spine, making every nerve in his body scream with panic. Seymour kissed his cheek and murmured softly, "What is what?"
"Down there…" Tidus began to perspire, the thought alone of what it could be caused his face start to gleam with sweat.
Seymour chuckled. "Oh, you mean this…" He whispered. Seymour thrusted his hips forward and Tidus jumped up and squealed.
Tidus' breath started to become quick and uneven. His chest heaved against Seymour in a way that was both erotic and stimulating to his senses. Seymour's eyes focused onto the arc of Tidus' lips, his own enjoying the cool breath wafting out of his nostrils. Seymour looked down into Tidus' frantic eyes and grinned. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of my love…." He murmured. He ran the knuckle of his forefinger gently across Tidus' smooth cheek.
Seymour held Tidus' head gently between his hands and stared down into his pretty eyes, his eyelashes fluttering nervously with tears of fear and uncertainty welling up. His fine eyebrows arched and his lips slightly parted, allowing his breath to blow sensuously onto Seymour's features. Tidus' sex appeal was enough to get him excited even if it wasn't intentional.
Seymour softly pressed his lips against Tidus'. He caught his breath when he felt Seymour deepen the kiss. It was oddly reminiscent of a make-out session he had with a long forgotten girl. Seymour sweetly suckled Tidus' bottom lip, causing him to mewl in surprise. Seymour's hands started to drift impiously down his firm abs. Tidus' eyelashes flickered and he gasped when he felt Seymour tug onto his waistband.
Seymour started to pull it down centimeter by centimeter until Tidus gasped and cried out, "Seymour stop! You're making me nervous!"
Seymour ignored him and aggressively, almost painfully, delved his tongue into Tidus' mouth. Tidus started to whine softly when he felt Seymour's hands slip under his waistband and squeeze his ass, his long fingernails pressing sharply into his flesh. Seymour grinned and stroked the length of Tidus' member. Tidus let out an agonized moan, his knees shaking so badly he could hardly remain standing. His left leg gave out and he almost slipped to the floor when Seymour caught him by his waist.
"Lay down on the bed…" Seymour said softly, and looked down into Tidus' fretful eyes.
"I can't…" Tidus shook his head.
Seymour smirked impishly. "Fine then." Seymour gathered Tidus' form into his arms and laid him on the soft satin sheets. Tidus gave a Seymour a terrified, yet mildly curious, look and laid still on his back. The sweet smell of oils penetrating his nostrils and the soothing satin did nothing to calm him. Seymour sat next to him and ran his fingertips across Tidus' cheek, and then over his supple lips and chin. "Ah…you're such a beautiful boy, Tidus…" Seymour whispered.
Tidus swallowed hard and nervously said, "Th-Thank you…"
Seymour chuckled and rested his hand over Tidus' chest. "But your face is not enough. I want to see all of you. Take your clothes off, Tidus."
"T-take my clothes of?" Tidus repeated nervously and gave him a look of distress. "B-but I'm not s-supposed to let people see me naked and let them tou--"
"Ssshhh…." Seymour laid his forefinger over his lips. "Are you forgetting who I am?" He asked.
"Maester Seymour?" He asked uncertainly.
"Yes. You see, since I am Maester, citizens of Spira must obey my orders, you included. Those who do not take heed to my words will suffer punishment or even exile. You don't want that, do you?"
"No!" Tidus shook his head. "But I will not strip for you…That is totally not happening…"
Seymour cleared his throat and Tidus sat up nervously upon the bed. His eyebrows arched cutely with fear and confusion as he looked back at Seymour. He stared down at his vest as he removed it and gave Seymour a fearful glance. He kicked his boots off and pulled off the various accessories on his arms. Tidus hesitantly pulled down the zipper of his shorts and stared anxiously back at Seymour. "D-do I have to?" He asked weakly.
Seymour nodded and answered, "Everything." A heartless grin graced his countenance.
He slipped his shorts off and they fell in a heap on the floor next to his boots. He inhaled and slowly pulled off his boxers and quickly curled up on the bed in an attempt to cover himself.
"Don't conceal yourself." Seymour said, "Such perfection should never be hidden."
His eyes widened when he saw Seymour take off his robe and his fully aroused member petruding outward. Tidus stared shocked back at Seymour and his rather large erection. Seymour laid down behind his fetal form and stroked his defined clavicle. Seymour wrapped his arm around his waist and started to suckle on his neck. He pinched Tidus' nipple, forcing him to uncurl his form as he arched his back and gasped. Seymour's straining erection pressed firmly against his back and Tidus' tears trickled down his cheeks as he sobbed.
"Why so scared?" He asked. "Are you not a virgin?"
"What are you going to do to me Seymour?" Tidus sobbed. He grimaced when he felt Seymour's hand touching his solar-plexus. Tidus yelled out when he felt Seymour stroke his penis. His teary eyes flew open and sat up and tried to flee.
"Where do you think you're going?" Seymour yelled. He aggressively grabbed him by his waist and pinned him down to the mattress.
"Get the fuck off me!" Tidus screamed and retaliated with a series of kicking and shoving. He grew more frightened every passing second by the sadistic, lustful gaze in Seymour's eyes.
"Heeeeellllllp!" He screamed out. "Somebody help me!"
Seymour laughed. "And the beauty of your absolutely futile screaming is that these walls are sound proof."
Tidus groaned. "Seymour get off me! I'm not having sex with you! Let me go!"
Seymour snarled, "And why should I you stubborn little…."
Tidus cried out as Seymour wrapped his hands around his throat and started to choke him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his air supply depleting. His grasped onto Seymour's hands and tried to loosen his firm grasp.
Seymour laughed. "You can feel it now. Your life source escaping you as you lay helpless, unable to attack. Submit to me Tidus, and I'll release you."
Tidus wheezed, his mouth agape, as he struggled to breath. He surged up all his strength into his left arm and punched him across his cheek. Seymour fell back and touched his cheek, glaring at Tidus with both hostility and desire. Seymour outstretched his hands in an attempt to seize him, when Tidus grabbed a pillow and slammed it against his head.
"You whore" Seymour yelled out as he toppled over the bed.
"Fuck you!" Tidus yelled as he vehemently threw another one at his head.
Seymour groaned and picked himself off the floor and watched Tidus grab one of his boots and throw it at him. Seymour ducked and grinned.
"Come any closer and I'll--"
"What? Throw your underwear?" Seymour mocked.
"Huh?" Tidus looked in his upraised hand and noticed that he picked up the wrong article of clothing. "Okay, that was an accident! But why are you so confident in yourself? I'd rather die than let you fuck me!"
"Oh really?" Seymour carefully took one of the candles off its perch. "Then I'm sure you must prefer pain as well…"
Tidus walked back from Seymour. The way the candle's small light reflected on Seymour's features amidst the darkness seemed ominously demonic. Tidus started to whine softly and his sudden burst of confidence quickly faded away.
"Do I scare you? Do you find me intimidating?" Seymour inquired. "There is nothing to be afraid of. The only way you'll get hurt is if you don't cooperate..."
While Seymour slowly stalked towards Tidus he blew out the candles one-by-one along the way. Tidus' eyes had a hard time adjusting to the dark and he could recognize Seymour only by the sound of his voice. Tidus almost screamed when he walked back against a wall. For an instant he thought it was some dreadful foe lurking in the shadows. The sound of Seymour's footsteps traveled closer still. The small light reflecting on his face was the last candle left. Until he blew it out.
Tidus started to panic. He inhaled and exhaled rapidly, sweat started to cling to his hairline. It was pitch black. There was only one window in the entire room and it remained shut. He squinted, trying to dilate his pupils so that he could see his surroundings. The room became ominously still and quiet. Seymour, having become familiar with the layout of the room, was able to move swiftly about in the cloak of darkness.
"I'm coming for you, Tidus…" He whispered. His sadistic chuckles resounded off the walls.
Tidus stumbled forward and tripped over a noisy, metallic object. He cursed under his breath for having given away his position like that. He quickly clambered away and collided head first with the footboard of the bed. He bit his bottom lip to suppress his scream and quickly stood. He ran forward and screamed when he felt someone wrap their arms around his torso. A hand clasped around his throat and aggressively shoved him onto the bed.
"You are so predictable…" Seymour added tersely.
"Seymour!" Tidus cried out hoarsely. Tidus grabbed the satin sheet and hid underneath it. Seymour laughed and ran his hands along the smooth fabric until he found his torso. He quickly lifted it up, exposing Tidus from the waist down. He cried out as Seymour pinned him down on his back and seized his ankles. Tidus tried to wiggle his legs out his grasp, but his clutch was impeccable. Tidus yelled as Seymour spread his legs and lifted them up higher than they were intended for. Seymour positioned himself at Tidus' entrance, and with a hard thrust, Tidus' tight muscles surrounded him. Tidus screamed out as the acute pain shuddered throughout his entire body.
Seymour pulled back out and forcefully pushed his hips forward. With every thrust, a giant wave of pleasure came over him as he tore through Tidus' constricting muscles. Tidus' outlook was the polar-opposite of Seymour's tremendous pleasure. His screaming and crying harshly muted out Seymour's moaning.
"Stop it Seymour!" Tidus screamed. By now, Seymour was viciously thrusting in and out of him in a way that was beyond just painful. It was torture. Tidus instinctively dug his fingernails in Seymour's back and tightened his legs around his torso. With every quick, hard thrust Tidus' eyes rolled back and his screams intensified. He soon reached the point where he was literally screaming at the top of his lungs. His intestinal tract was burning with pain so much so that he knew he had to be bleeding. He could even feel a warm liquid slicking out from within.
"Seymour, please stop it Seymour!" He sobbed and screamed out. He buried his head against Seymour's chest and continued to shed tears of suffering. He inhaled shakily and felt so drained that he collapsed against the mattress. He let a final scream until every noise or sensation swirled into a haze and he blacked out into a place darker than the room.
He awoke in a daze. The world around him seemed to be spinning, and every few seconds or so, it would flicker out. He jumped when he felt warm flesh contact with his forehead. His eyes refocused onto the dim surroundings. He realized he was shackled down to a bed and a few candles were flickering in the distance.
"Someone let me out of this Hell!" He screamed.
Seymour laughed. "You have a nice scream, Tidus." Tidus looked up and saw him idly playing with strands of his blonde hair. He scowled and shook his hair away from his grasp.
"Where am I? Unshackle me, now! I don't care who you think you are Seymour, just let me go! Please, I beg of you…" He sobbed.
Seymour chuckled at Tidus' pathetic ramblings. He laid his elbow behind Tidus' head and rested his cheek on his palm. "My, are you excitable…" Seymour chuckled at the irony of his words.
Tidus growled when he felt Seymour gently stroke his fingertips along his chest.
"Do you want to know why I did this to you?" Seymour asked smoothly.
"Because you're a sadistic pervert! Now unshackle me, or else…" Tidus tried to slip his appendages from the tight clasp of the iron shackles. He almost managed to slip a hand through the cold metal when he felt a thousand spikes pierce into his wrist. He cried out and quickly moved it back up the shackle.
Seymour laughed. "You always have to find out the hard way, don't you…"
End of Flash back...
"That sounds terrible," Auron said.
"It was." Solemn tears drifted down his cheeks. Tidus didn't utter a sound, he just remained quiet as the dead.
Auron twirled the strands of Blonde around his fingertips. He opened his mouth to speak when Tidus interjected, "Simple words aren't meaningful enough to describe his actions. But what I do know is that when I awoke Seymour had left me in the dark." He said quietly, "I was weary and exhausted. There were whelps on my arms and chest, I could feel them burn. Next to me laid a stick, which he probably struck against me. I can't quite remember before that, but I just wonder why? Why'd it have to be me and not someone else? Why'd it even have to happen at all? It's just not fair…"
Auron sighed and sat up from the bed. He paced around the room and looked out the window into the cold, bitter winter lurking in the dark cloak of night. He felt Tidus' eyes upon him and he sat down at the foot of the bed. His face lit up when he noticed the dark red staining the sheets.
"Why…" He paused, "Why are you bleeding so much? I mean, you were brutally raped, but, still it's just…too excessive for it to be due to rape alone."
Tidus gasped when he noticed the crimson color clinging to the fabric. "I don't want to tell you," He whispered.
"Why?"
"Because it will make you sad."
"I'm already sad."
Tidus exhaled, his chest heaving off-beat. "Wakka…well he was drinking—a lot. And he kept dropping his beer bottles all over the place. And he made me sit on his lap and…I don't know what he was thinking, or even what I was thinking at that moment. But then, he held it up and the tip was all chipped and jagged. And he kept trying to kiss me, but I wouldn't let him so he got angry. He firmly grabbed onto me, and I couldn't move—like I was paralyzed or something." Tidus started to cry and he stared down at the blood. "Then he took the bottle and just shoved it right up my ass! It hurt so much! And it still hurts! The pain was unbelievable, it just hurt so much. And I could actually feel it tearing up my insides as that drunken bastard thrusted the bottle like it was his dick or something."
"God…" Auron whispered, "That's horrible…"
"That bastard!" Tidus yield and slammed his fists onto the mattress. "If I could I would kill him myself!"
Auron jumped up from the mattress and swiftly grabbed hold of his sword. "That's it! I feel like I'm going to explode."
"Auron, wait!" Tidus reached out for him.
"No! I can't just sit around knowing my lover was brutally corrupted! I must punish him." Auron swung his sword onto his shoulder and looked back at Tidus. "Don't go anywhere."
"But Auron…" Tidus started, tears gathering in his eyes.
"I love you." Auron smiled and slammed the door behind him.
"Oh my god…" Wakka felt tears spoiling onto his cheeks. His hands shook as he stared raptly at the blood upon them. "What have I done?"
His hands appeared to be permanently stained with Tidus' blood. Even his feverish washing didn't work. He had never looked at something in so much detail before. Surely, he had never had another individual's blood spew across his hands at his own expense either.
His body stiffened on the hard toilet when he heard the bathroom door fly open in a fury. The atmosphere suddenly became full of hatred and rage. He squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears form falling.
"Wakka!" Auron yelled. "I saw blood on the door so I know you're nearby! You better not be in here or you're a dead man…"
Wakka's eyes flew open at the mention of his name. He lifted his feet up onto the toilet while his heart threatened to jump out his chest.
In a surge of adrenaline, Auron kicked open the nearest stall and saw nothing but a pitiful little toilet. "Oh don't worry, I'll find you…" Auron chuckled and kicked open its neighboring stall. Auron paused and asked, "I bet your wondering what I'm going to do to you, aren't you?"
Auron took his anger out on the next stall door and knocked it off its hinges. With a crashing thud it collapsed to the floor. Wakka started to perspire; he could see his feet only a few yards away.
"You know that's a good question. Maybe I should torture you, or throw you off the peak of Mt. Gagazet; or maybe I should rape you like you did to Tidus," He added with an accusatory tone. "Maybe I should just kill you. So we can both have fun in the farplane, together…"
Auron kicked open the next stall only two away from Wakka. "Shit!" Wakka muttered under his breath. He scrambled under the divider to the stall on his right. It was open so he watched Auron take his anger out on the bathroom.
"I guess my hunches were wrong…" He grumbled. He took one last look at the bathroom and his eyes lit up with rage when he caught a glimpse of Wakka's distinct hair. Auron ran up and swung his sword, missing him by only an inch. Wakka harshly struck him across his face with his fist and bolted out the door. Auron grabbed his nose as blood trickled freely from it. He yelled and pursued Wakka down the Hall. Wakka ran as quickly as his feet could carry him and darted into an adjoining corridor.
Tidus grew concerned knowing that Auron was most likely attempting to kill Wakka. "What if he does?" He gasped. "Then he'd be executed."
Tidus sat up with difficulty and felt his forehead begin to perspire. He looked for any clothing available and grumbled when he spotted only a halter top and pink panties.
"You've got to be kidding…" he grumbled. He reluctantly slipped them on, getting used to the constricting feel of ladies' underwear. He sat on the edge, attempting to rise to his feet but soon collapsed to the floor. He groaned, slowly rising to his feet, uncertain whether the pain in his innards or the restricting panties hurt more. He walked ahead at a moderate pace, yet much slower than he hoped to accomplish. "What if I'm too late?"
Tidus slowly opened the door, careful not to draw any unwanted attention. He looked into the dark hallway, looking into the direction he felt Auron last pursued.
Wakka lost his footing on his next turn and almost tripped. Auron fiercely swung his blade directly above his head, so close he could hear the swoosh! of the steel. Auron's blade rammed right into the wall and chipped up the wooden frame. He yanked it out and swung another attempt, but was too consumed with anger to focus and tripped over a trashcan. He growled, viciously hacking at its contents, and threw the hollow can down the Hall.
Wakka looked back and couldn't see or hear him. He leaned back against the wall trying to catch his breath. His chest ached form the deprivation of oxygen. He looked up and noticed he was at room 291, Lulu and Rikku's room.
Auron grinned; his teeth appeared hideously sharp due to the absence of light. He held his blade high over his head with the poise of a Samurai. He spotted a figure leaning against the wall. He yelled and swung his blade as far as he could reach.
Tidus gasped looked up and saw rage and anger in his eyes. He was paralyzed with fear.
R&R please. Okay, so this was more 'Drama-Queen-Tidus' than humor. I hope I didn't traumatize anyone with my slight fascination with blood……No worries, the next one has more of my so called 'weird' humor. Sorry for turning Auron into a former prostitute, I couldn't help myself… Did you know Spira's version of Michael Jackson is only three feet tall?
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