The long awaited Chapter 9!

Disclaimer: I don't own FFX, as you could've guessed. First of all, the game wouldn't even have even been an RPG. Sure, I would still play it, but it would've had a bunch of random Yaoi scenes that just cut on out of nowhere, and a pointless story plot with nothing but stupid tasks like 'Take off Auron's pants' or 'Give Tidus an orgasm'. But whatever...

Due to the adult nature of this fanfic, reader discretion is advised. The following content is not suitable for younger audiences hence the 'M' rating.

Coming Closer, Flames'r'us

Auron swung his blade; a hollow sound penetrated the silence as it sliced through the air. He gasped when he realized he was aiming directly for Tidus. It was too late to stop his kinetic movement, yet he pivoted slightly to the left. Auron shifted the blow by a mere centimeter. He felt his heart stop beating when it struck Tidus' skin. With a crisp slice! his dark red essence trickled down his skin.

He fell back, his blond hair swaying gently as he collapsed to the ground. He stared down at the gash in his forearm, eyes widening in shock. Auron quickly dropped his blade and knelt before Tidus. Auron tore off his own shirt and wrapped it near the wound.

"Tidus!" Auron shouted, "Didn't I tell you not to go anywhere? For a second I thought you were…"

"Wakka. I know," He finished. His eyes rounded at the sight of his own blood.

Auron gently turned Tidus' arm to examine the span of the wound. It ran nearly half the length of his forearm all the way to his collarbone. Auron could feel a heavy pulse beating under the thin fabric of his make-shift bandages.

Auron sighed and stared pleadingly into Tidus' eyes. His youthful appearance made him seem more compassionate. "Tidus, please, stay out of my way. I don't want you to...get hurt...anymore."

Tidus began to cry, the pain in his wound slowly became unbearable. He reached out for Auron with his good arm and cried into his shoulder. Auron could feel moistness dampening his exposed chest. He exhaled shakily and held Tidus protectively in his arms.

Tidus nuzzled into Auron's embrace. "I'm in so much pain..." He sobbed.

Auron gently stroked Tidus' blond hairs. He kissed his forehead and raised his chin, staring into his beautiful blue orbs. "Why didn't you listen to me?" He added firmly, "I know I told you to stay."

"But Auron..." Tidus sniffled. "Don't you know if you kill Wakka that you'd be executed?"

Auron shook his head. "No. They couldn't execute me...I was Lord Braska's--"

"Yes they will!" Tidus slammed his fist against Auron's shoulder. "Dammit, Auron don't get ahead of yourself! I don't want you to die, don't do this to yourself...to us..."

Auron sighed, a stare penetrating his eyes. "But look what he did to you, Tidus! Don't you realize that you probably won't be able to walk properly for at least a month?"

Tidus wiped a few glimmering tears out of his eyes. "I don't care...I'd rather him do it to me again, than have you loosing your life because you can't even control your temper."

Auron rested his hand behind Tidus' neck. "Do you want to know how I found you? How I found you in that room...alone, crying in agony--"

Tidus turned away from Auron and squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't want to hear this!" He cried out weakly.

Auron turned Tidus' cheek back in his direction, fresh tears already welling up in his eyes. "When I saw you I wanted to cry. You just looked so vulnerable and weak. Your face was bruised--and it still is--and you had red scars on your skin. And there was blood all over the room--on the floor, on the bed...on you. You were crying my name, you remember?"

Tidus nodded weakly and sniffled, tear streaks were starting to stain his cheeks.

Auron continued, "I just feel so guilty. And you kept crying my name, and in some ways I feel it is my fault."

"It's not your fault Auron." Tidus pouted and stared bashfully down at the floor. "If anyone, it's my fault for being so weak..." He murmured.

Auron ran a hand through Tidus' silky blond hair, cupping a soft cheek. "No. It's Wakka's fault. Now he has to deal with his own repercussion."

"But Auron..." Tidus whimpered, wrapping his unwounded arm around Auron's strong back. "You can't leave me like this. Who's gonna stay and protect me?"

Auron sighed. "I'll stay with you...for now. But, as soon as he crosses my stride, he's a dead man."

Tidus smiled, embracing his lover whole-heartedly. "I love you."

Auron grinned, pulling him closer until they closed the small gap between their bodies. His hands roamed lower down Tidus' spine, making him giggle. His hands froze when he noticed that Tidus' waistband felt unusually frilly. "Tidus?" He asked, a little concerned.

"Yes."

Auron contorted his eyebrows in confusion. "Why are you wearing women's underwear?"

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Wakka felt his breath hitch in his throat as he leaned against the wall. He wiped a few sweat beads from his hairline with his wrist. He slowly glanced around the corner, amidst the darkness he could spot Auron stretching out Tidus' girly undergarments.

"What the Hell?" He murmured.

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"Stop it Auron!" Tidus shrieked, half-heartedly trying to push away Auron's hands.

"Stop resisting me," Auron commanded firmly. He attempted to pin him on the floor, but Tidus wouldn't allow it.

"Please! Not in public, Auron!" Tidus cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

"Fine. Come with me," He commanded, grabbing hold of Tidus' wrist and lifting him to his feet in a brawny gesture. He barely took two steps, when he heard Tidus cry out and collapse to the floor. He was lunged downward by the sudden movement.

"Auron!" Tidus shouted, "Slow down! I can hardly walk, remember?"

Auron slipped a sinewy arm beneath Tidus' legs and supported his torso with the other. "Satisfied?" Auron asked, as he rose to his sturdy feet. He stared down into his beautiful eyes as he cradled him in his arms as though it were their wedding night.

Tidus smiled, nuzzling into his collarbone as his limbs dangled freely. "This reminds me of a Shoopuf ritual Lulu showed me last week."

"Whatever..." Auron responded, rolling his eyes.

"She said you had to offer them oatmeal cookies as an inticement, and then snag'em when--"

"Enough. Now to find out why you are dressed so...out of proportion." Auron said, as he re-entered the spacious Inn room.

"Did you just say I was out of proportion?"

"No, I said your interesting choice of attire was..." Auron responded, kicking the door closed behind him.

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Wakka exhaled, he felt a heavy weight lifted off his chest knowing Auron wasn't likely to pursue him...for the moment at least. He stared meditatively down at his Besaid sandals, his chiseled hands pressed against the wall as distasteful memories permeated his thoughts...

"It hurts Wakka stop!" He screamed. He clutched onto the sheet so intensely his nails almost dug through the material. "Oh god, Wakka stop! You're hurting me so much…please stop…"

"Don't move or I'll fuck you until your ass splits in two," He said crossly. Tidus shivered and swallowed hard...

"Please let me go! Just put me down, please! Wakka don't do this to me!"

"I said, 'How old are you'?"

"Seventeen…" He whispered softly.

"Damn it!" He yelled, clenching his head between his shaking hands, "I'm such a dumb ass!"

Wakka clenched painfully onto his brazen locks and tried to will the thoughts away. "Just...think...of happy thoughts..." Wakka jumped when he felt a presence nearby. He felt a hand gently caress his shoulder and shouted, "You're too young to be sleeping with men in their thirties!"

"I beg your pardon?" Rin asked, somewhat startled. 'Was he watching?' He pondered to himself, rubbing his chin.

Wakka quickly turned around. His eyes instantly filled with rage upon the sight of the Al Bhed. "It's you..." He breathed heatedly.

Rin stared up at him with fear in his spiraling eyes. "Hey there...I mean no harm..." He raised his hands and slowly stepped back from Wakka. "Really. Please--"

Wakka grasped onto Rin's throat and pinned him against the wall. "You know damn well why I'm angry with you..."

Rin grasped onto Wakka's firm clutch. "But isn't that what you wanted?" He gasped for air, "To have sex with that boy?"

Wakka sighed. "Yes. It's exactly what I wanted. But I didn't want to rape him!"

"Oh..." Rin grimaced. "I see, but--"

Wakka grew angrier by the second and slammed Rin against the wall. "It was because of that alcoholic shit you gave me! It made me drunk as Hell, and I couldn't control myself."

"Don't blame me for your own actions!"

"Damn you!" He yelled. Wakka loosened his grip and violently struck Rin across his cheek. The Al Bhed fell to the floor, his head crashing against the hard tiles. Rin eyes widened when Wakka straddled him and clutched onto his throat. "You knew that liquor you forced me to try was too strong for me to handle! You even said so yourself that most Spirans couldn't tolerate it!"

"Let go!" Rin responded, he sighed when Wakka loosened his grasp. "Why would I want you to get drunk and rape somebody anyways? What satisfaction would I get out of that?"

Rin gasped, feeling a heavy burden fall on his chest when he saw Wakka sit down on him. "Because I found this..." Wakka reached into his vest and pulled out a movie sphere.

Rin stared shocked down at the dome-shaped object. "I-I didn't put that there!" He laughed nervously. "Why would I get any satisfaction out of watching the boy being raped? What kind of man do you take me for? Honestly..."

Wakka stared down at it, he was hesitant to turn it on. He rose to his feet and sat beside Rin. "Sit here, and watch..." He ordered. Rin squealed when Wakka firmly gripped an arm around Rin's shoulders.

"You better not even think of running away from me," Wakka threatened, staring maliciously into his eyes.

Rin shook his head. "I won't," He whispered.

Wakka painfully flicked his ring-finger against Rin's forehead. "Ouch!" He cried out, tears forming in his eyes.

Wakka refocused his attention to the small sphere glowing in his hands. He placed it on the cool floor. He waited a moment, still no response other than a dull glow.

The two stared at the small sphere; absolute silence.

"It has yet to be activated..." Rin mumbled under his breath, arrogantly crossing his arms.

"Fix it!" Wakka yelled, harshly pushing Rin towards the dull object.

"Alright..." Rin groaned, giving Wakka a terse look over his shoulder. He reached a hand beneath the light object, and flicked on a small switch. He gave Wakka a sly grin and responded, "You see, since the movie sphere was not activated, it is virtually impossible--"

A tarnished image crackled to life on the curve of the listless dome. Rin's eyebrows went up. "But..."

Wakka violently yanked onto Rin's adjacent earlobe and yelled, "Stop questioning my logic and watch it!"

Rin pouted, his arms barred over his chest defiantly. "Fine."

Both men shared feelings of discomfort and guilt when their ears were greeted with shrill screaming...then the sight of blood.

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"Stop laughing at me!" Tidus squealed.

Auron sat on the edge of the bed, his ponytail swaying as he shook with laughter.

"Auron..." Tidus whined, his cheeks blushing a soft crimson.

Auron stared down at Tidus as he laid on the bed. His eyes darted repeatedly from the tank top to the pink panties. He chuckled. "Tidus, what were you thinking?"

Tidus drew his legs up to his chest, bashfully concealing 'his' attire. Auron shifted closer to him on the bed, laying a hand on the Blizter's smooth calf muscle.

"Tidus," He said, gently stroking his skin. "Please tell me you have some secretfantasy you'd like to reveal to me."

Tidus sighed, leaning his head on Auron's shoulder. "They're obviously not mine! They're like at least three sizes too small. I don't know, I guess either Rikku's or...Lulu's? Maybe Yuna's?"

Auron grinned and held back a fit of laughter. "Don't you think they'll be awfully surprised when they find you wearing their precious undergarments?"

Tidus sighed. "Yeah, I hope they don't think I'm a pervert..."

Auron stared blankly at him, his eyes scanning over his scantily clad body, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"What?" Tidus exclaimed, feeling both angered and humiliated.

"I'm sorry." Auron said, holding onto his chin. He exhaled shakily, trying to retain his laughter. "Usually I'm not like this."

"I know."

"But," He added, "For a gay guy, your fashion sense is horrific."

Tidus pouted and stared blankly back at Auron, shaking his head.

"Well, why are you looking at me like that?" Auron chuckled. "I thought it was funny..."

He sighed and narrowed his eyes. "And you call me immature..." He mumbled.

Tidus yawned and stretched his arms. He fell back on the soft mattress and looked sleepily back up at Auron. "I'm sleepy..." He murmured.

Auron collapsed next to him, making the bed spring up an inch. He propped his head up on his palm and stared into Tidus' sleep-laden eyes. He smiled handsomely, affectionately caressing Tidus' bruised cheek.

"Come here..." Tidus mumbled, slowly closing his eyes.

Auron scooted closer to him, embracing his lithe form tightly in his arms. He heard Tidus mumble something under his breath as he nuzzled into his warm touch. He giggled when Tidus' hands groggily found a sensitive spot on his ribcage. He peered down at Tidus' lips; they looked so smooth, soft. Those lips slowly curved into a smile. Auron felt a stare upon him, his gaze met those beautiful blue eyes glimmering back at him.

Auron clasped his lover's hands into his own, softly caressing the skin. "Close your eyes," He husked. "You must rest."

"You too." He murmured faintly, barely audible to his own ears.

Auron shook his head. "No, I can't."

"Why not?" Tidus pouted.

"I have to protect you. Remember?"

Tidus nuzzled into the crook of Auron's neck, the sensation of his chest rising and falling erratically made him uneasy. "What's wrong?" He mumbled, his drowsy eyes glanced back up at him with a drunken expression.

"Nothing," Auron responded, resting his palm on the nape of his neck. "Rest. You're exhausted."

Tidus quickly dozed off into slumber, his hands dangling limply on Auron's broad shoulders as he snored peacefully. Auron looked down into Tidus' sleeping face, he looked so innocent and untainted. A soft waft of air blew over his neck every time he exhaled. He instinctively tightened his grasp on Tidus' slim waist, a sad smile graced his lips as he stared down at the violated boy beside him.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispered, a tear finally spilling over his cheek. He could feel it swiftly descending down his neck and onto his battle-hardened chest. He clutched rigidly onto the fabric of Tidus' clothes, further pulling him closer.

He caressed the glistening, blond hairs that stood abruptly on Tidus' scalp. He racked his fingers through the web of hair, trying to smooth it out. He pressed his nose against his hairline, reveling in the sickly-sweet scent of the ocean tide with a hint of cinnamon.

He closed his eyes. They were becoming strained due to lack of sleep, his eyelids were too burdened with the task of keeping them open.

"I musn't...sleep..." Auron murmured, his sleeplessness slowly getting the upper hand as he struggled to even look straight.

Auron's sleep-ladened eyes glanced down at Tidus' bandages. He felt content, knowing they were securely applied.

Auron swiftly kissed the expanse of skin on his lips. He remembered the first time they kissed, the first time their lips sweetly caressed one another. His eyes traveled along the extent of Tidus' neck all the way down to...

Auron shook his head, trying to throw off these feelings fueling up inside of him. He gasped when he noticed his sweet caresses slowing in rhythm to a soft fondle. "Not yet..." He told himself.

He tried to will himself back to sleep, but it was difficult once his libido was activated. He gazed at the beautiful anatomy that was Tidus; his slender yet athletic build, the tufts of blond hair that framed the soft features. He was starting to feel a stir in his lower regions. Auron groaned, his pants beginning to grow constricting.

"Damn it," Auron grumbled. He couldn't resist the urge to trail kisses along his neck. Tidus whimpered in his sleep at the soft sensation. Auron looked up, his eyes were narrowly gazing down at him.

"Don't stop..." He whispered.

Auron sat up, removing the presence of his lips from his skin. "I can't. If I continue I won't be able to stop myself. You understand, right?"

Tidus nodded. With a sigh, he laid his head against Auron's chest. He shut his eyes, though he was no longer drowsy. "I'm bored," He whispered.

Auron chuckled, laying his hand affectionately on his blond hairs. He sighed, longing to caress and fondle his uke with sweet kisses and lavish strokes. He closed his eyes, smiling to himself as his thoughts roamed about numerous kinky and sensual ways to take Tidus. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan as a jolt of blood rushed to his groin.

"Take me Auron..." Tidus cried out, tears forming in his eyes as he laid on tattered bedsheets spew across an earthen tile floor—no, on a cluttered desk in an office—no, in a jungle. The jungle? Oh, near a pond with all these exotic animals and shit roaming in the background. "Ohhh...pleeeease touch me Auron..." He'd moan, fondling himself then he'd lay down on his back—no, his stomach—no, on his side. He'd be in a palace or some thing laying naked on a bed sleeping with all these satin sheets wrapped around him. Then I'd come and wake him up. "Stop...please sir!" He'd resist me at first, then he'd roll onto his back and spread his legs open. He'd start touching himself and moaning seductively. Then he'd reach under a pillow and pull out a wheel-barrel. A wheel-barrel? What the fu--

"Auron, what are you doing!" Tidus squeaked. Auron sighed, staring down at Tidus.

"No--" He was cut short...

"Ah! What did I tell you about saying 'nothing' to me, Auron!" Tidus exclaimed, his face forming a blush from shrieking so high.

Auron side-glanced at Tidus. Whatever pleasant fantasies he was experiencing were all completely tuned off by Tidus' high-pitched wailing.

"Tidus..." He groaned, "Can you please stop complaining?"

"Complaining? Complaining!" Tidus sat up and folded his arms. "I have been talking to you for the past five minutes and all you have been doing is meditating to yourself! What is it with you Yevonites and this meditation crap your always doing! Are you even listening to--"

Tidus gasped when Auron firmly clasped his forearms into his hands and passionately kissed his lips. He felt a bit of discomfort feeling Auron's weight atop him. His eyes were wide, he was totally unsuspecting of such a gesture. Auron's tongue grazed his lips and he willingly opened his mouth, allowing Auron to dominate him. Auron moaned, his tongue swirling about every warm, sticky corner of his mouth.

He finally withdrew, his lungs heaving in oxygen. Tidus looked up at him with lust in his eyes, panting heavily. "More," He whispered.

Auron shook his head. "I...can't..." He husked between gasps.

Tidus slipped his hands under the red kimono, sensuously rubbing his hands along Auron's shoulders. "But you don't have to penetrate me..." He murmured.

Auron stared confusedly down at Tidus. "What? What do you mean..."

Tidus twiddled his fingers. "You know what I mean..." He answered bashfully.

Auron contorted his eyebrows. "No! No way!"

"Please!" Tidus begged, clasping his hands together. "I just want to know what it feels like!"

Auron shook his head. "It's not happening. Not now or ever."

"But Auron..." Tidus pouted cutely, playfully twirling his fingers in Auron's hair. "If you don't let me, then we won't be able to have sex for a long time..."

Auron looked thoughtfully down at Tidus. He glanced down at the sheets, realizing that he was probably right. "No sex..." He said to himself.

"Nooooo sex for Auron!" Tidus exclaimed.

Auron shook his head. "No way. I'm not being uke."

"But Auron--" Tidus was cut-off...

"I said no Tidus!" Auron held Tidus' face firmly between his hands and stared pensively into his eyes. "Listen. I wear the pants in this relationship, so you're the submissive one. So you have to be uke."

Tidus stared pleadingly into his face. "But Auron..." He whined.

"I said no!"

"Meanie..." Tidus whispered under his breath.

Auron couldn't resist but lay another kiss upon those enticing lips. He kissed fervently, suckling his bottom lip, before breaking the kiss. He gave Tidus a devious grin. "Oh, don't worry. I can wait. I'm not some sex maniac who can't even hold out a little while."

Tidus sighed, turning away from Auron. "Whatever..." He grasped onto the fluffy pillows, trying to vent his frustration. He was feeling very sexually confused, and if it weren't for Wakka...

"Damn it Wakka." He murmured low, balling a handful of the sheet into his fist. He was still too sore and wounded to be penetrated. Tidus looked back when he heard Auron humming out of tune. "Auron, can you shut up?"

"Excuse me?" Auron asked, folding his arms.

"You're singing sucks."

Auron chuckled, his eyes scanning the slope of Tidus' spine. He fingers softly teasing the skin. "Whatever makes--"

Tidus quickly slapped Auron's hand away. "Can you please stop touching me?" He retorted heatedly.

Auron sighed, his hands sneaking over towards Tidus' bottom. "I can't help myself. Every once in a while I get these sudden urge--"

Tidus growled and vehemently slapped Auron's cheek.

Auron grasped his flaming skin. "What the Hell was that for?"

"For being such a horny pervert! And you better not cheat on me!" Tidus shouted, sending another blow to Auron's cheek. "You may think you've got to watch and protect me, but I've got my eye on you, too!"

Auron folded his arms defiantly. "Well, I've got two eyes on you!"

"So! I've got three eyes on you!" Tidus retorted, shoving Auron.

"I've got Yuna's eyes on you, too!" Auron responded, playfully elbowing his smaller companion.

"No fair!" Tidus whined, playfully shoving Auron. "Yuna likes me more, anyways!"

Auron chuckled, falling onto his back and embracing Tidus into his arms. "Why are we fighting anyways? Huh?"

Tidus looked down into his lover's eyes, resting his hands onto his shoulders. "I don't know...but you started it!"

"Enough. Try to get some rest." He said, gently pulling the smooth sheets atop the both of them. He moved a few blond hairs from his eyes and kissed his forehead. "Sleep."

"Alright..." He mumbled, closing his weary eyes.

Auron clamped his mouth shut before he could begin to speak. The sheets were sparingly thin and awfully translucent. He struggled to keep his eyes off Tidus' scantily clad ass and tightened his grip on his waist, making sure it stayed there. 'Maybe this is going to be harder than I thought.'

Tidus gasped when he felt Auron's erection pressing up against his crotch. He whimpered softly, feeling his own flaccid member starting to erect.

"Tidus?" Auron asked softly, there was an undertone of mischievousness behind his voice. "Would you mind if I...were to..."

"What?" Tidus asked, propping his cheeks up onto his hands.

"Could you let me grab onto your ass? Please, I'm so horny."

"Why! So you could--" Auron quickly thrusted his hips up against Tidus' crotch. Tidus let out a low moan, feeling his member harden.

Auron took it upon himself to slip his hands lower down Tidus' abdomen and squeezed onto the firm cheeks of his ass. Auron's hands slid down his thighs and spread them open until Tidus was straddling his waist.

"Auron!" Tidus cried out when Auron thrusted up against him again. Tidus whimpered, the small panties were too constricting on his erection.

Auron's hands ravenously fondled his thighs before traveling back up to his smooth ass. Tidus felt a shiver of excitement channeling through his veins when a hand caressed the front of his underwear.

Hearing Tidus moaning in his ears made his erection rock hard. Auron lowered his pants and his erection sprung forward. He moaned when he felt his member slid in between Tidus' cheeks.

"Auron!" He exclaimed. His erection was painfully lodged into the firm cotton. The seams of the fabric began to tear as his erection grew. Auron teased Tidus' skin with soft kisses along his neck. He ran a hand under his tank top and gently caressed one of his nipples. Tidus moaned, tears clouding his eyes as his ache intensified.

Auron grinned, a hand traveling down to Tidus' ass, squeezing relentlessly. Auron suddenly heard a loud rip! penetrate the silence as Tidus' member tore a hole through the small panties. Auron looked down and burst into a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny!" Tidus shouted, glaring down at Auron.

"Look!" He said, pointing to his obtrusive erection. Tidus blushed and looked down at his waist. It looked very unusual seeing a pair a of women's underwear with an erected penis jutting out of it.

Auron looked up at Tidus trying to hold back his laughter. "Shall we continue?"

Tidus shifted his weight further up Auron's abdomen, when the panties ripped right down the middle and hung miserably around his thighs. Auron chuckled, almost oblivious of his own throbbing manhood.

"Great!" Tidus shouted, slapping Auron across his cheek. "Look at what you made me do to my clothes!"

"You were actually going to wear that outside?" Auron asked, holding back his laughter.

"Well...yeah..." Tidus whispered, his blush intensifying.

Auron grasped onto Tidus' waist, pulling him on top his chest. "I'll find you some new clothes tomorrow, okay?"

Tidus sighed. "Fine."

"But first..." Auron husked, sensuously caressing Tidus' back. "We must relieve ourselves."

"How?" Tidus asked. "You can't fuck me 'cause I'm still too sore."

Auron grumbled, giving Tidus a sidelong stare, realizing what his intentions were. He reached behind his head, pulling his hair out of a ponytail and letting his long hair cascade down his shoulders and over his back. Auron completely withdrew from his pants and tossed them aside. He laid back on the bed, completely nude, and crossed his arms over his chest.

Tidus stared down at his handsome lover, running his hands through his long hair. "You look so..." Tidus' words trailed off when Auron's head suddenly disappeared. Tidus screamed and immediately jumped off of Auron, collapsing to the floor.

"Tidus?" Auron asked. "I feel awfully light headed...Can you check my temperature?"

Tidus crawled into a corner and cried out, "I can't because you don't have a head!"

"What?" Auron said to himself, he felt for his face and felt nothing but air. Both Tidus and Auron once again screamed loud enough to wake the entire Inn. Auron's body began to shake and Tidus watched in horror as his limbs quickly began to change. He suddenly stopped convulsing and Tidus sneaked up to the side of the bed. A hand suddenly slipped to the side of the mattress and Tidus jumped.

"Oh..." He speculated, gently touching the soft skin. He turned it over, his hand looked so smooth and... "Girly?" Tidus asked himself. He slowly rose to his feet and his eyebrows lit up when he saw what Auron had changed into.

"Auron?" He asked, a bit confused.

Auron groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, everything looked so hazy and fuzzy. "Tidus...is that--" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed his voice sounded much softer than usual. At first he thought Tidus was speaking to him. "My voice..." He said, realizing the tone of his voice really was softer.

He looked down at his hands, then his arms and thighs, noticing that he was much smaller in size and build. "Quick! Get me a mirror," Auron said. Tidus could do nothing but just stare at him. "What are you staring at! And why do you have an erection?"

Tidus shook his head and quickly spotted a mirror laying on the desk. He rushed over towards it and grasped it into his hand. "Look..." He said, handing it over to Auron.

Auron exhaled and hesitantly grasped onto it's lavender handle. He glared at it, it seemed to mock him with its girlishness. He closed his eyes and held the mirror before his face. He slowly opened his eyes, a gasp escaped his lips. He gently touched his face with his effeminate hand. "I'm seventeen years old again..." He whispered.

From the mirror's angle, he could see Tidus' face looking over his shoulder. His countenance contorted in confusion. "You look like a girl," Tidus said.

"Just go to sleep..." Auron retorted, his finely arched lips curving into a frown.

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Rin's eyebrows lifted higher on his forehead as he gasped, his eyes widened in shock. "That's it!" He cried out, darting his head away from the direction of the sphere. "I can't watch anymore!"

Wakka sat with his knees flush against his chest, nervously bitting his fingernails. His eyes were pealed onto it, watching the graphic situationunraveling from bad to worse. About a hundred questions ran through his mind somewhere along the lines of what could've actually possessed him to do such a thing. "I...I didn't do this..." He muttered. "I couldn't have done this..."

Rin stumbled to his feet and stared back at Wakka through eyes glistening with tears. "You're a monster!" He shouted. Rin clumsily ran ahead, bawling aloud like a spoiled child.

Rin suddenly collided with a tall figure. He stood still, afraid to look up. He clasped a hand over his mouth, holding back a strident squeal.

"I'm sorry. Allow me to excuse myself," A smooth voice asserted.

Rin jumped when he saw long fingernails land onto his shoulder. A thumb gently caressed his chin, tilting his face upwards. "Seymour..." Rin gasped when he saw the familiar face staring down at him.

"Ah, Rin..." He giggled, his eyes penetrating the Al Bhed's. "I see you remember quite well, seeing as though you didn't refer to me as Maester."

Rin shook his head from Seymour's grasp. He stepped back from him, failing miserably to look away from Seymour's penetrating stare. "Leave me alone..." He whispered.

Seymour held out his arms and laughed condescendingly at Rin. "Don't you miss me?"

Seymour lewdly wrapped Rin into his arms, touching him in inappropriate ways. Rin growled and pushed Seymour away from him. "How could I miss someone who used to abuse and rape me all the time!" He retorted. He felt his tears start to trickle down his chin.

Seymour giggled. "Because you needed to be punished."

"What are you doing here?" He asked, becoming unnerved by the presence of the half-Guado.

Seymour smiled dauntingly back at his former lover. "I'm here to take what is mine."

Rin stepped out of Seymour's way, allowing him to walk past him. Seymour looked over his shoulder. "Which includes you as well." He clutched painfully onto Rin's arm, dragging him along.

He heard faint screaming in the distance and quickly turned in the opposite direction. His cold eyes spotted Wakka sitting breathless before a movie sphere. He glanced down and saw images severe enough to deeply upset him. He glared daggers at Wakka, his lilac eyes narrowing to slits.

Wakka felt as though spikes were being pounded into skull. He looked up and caught eyes with the furious Maester.

Seymour tightened his grasp on Rin, who was avidly trying to escape the clutches of harsh claws.

"How dare you defile my property. For this you shall suffer!" Seymour shouted at Wakka.

Wakka dared not to move. He feared Seymour's rage, and the power he wield with his Dark Arts.

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"He still has an attitude problem..." Tidus grumbled under his breath, hesitantly closing his eyes and trying to relax. His groin felt almost as sore as his anus after Auron had aggressively jerked him off. He exhaled in relief, it felt good sharing a bed with Auron again, despite the fact that he was rather moody.

Tidus stretched and groaned. It felt like he'd been asleep for hours, yet in reality it was only a half hour. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Auron reading out of his little, black book again. It looked somewhat awkward seeing his slight figure under that oversized cloak. Auron flipped a coarse page with feeble digits and suddenly looked very distressed, as though it pained him to read its contents.

'Was that a tear?' Tidus thought. He gasped, he'd never seen a single tear graze Auron's cheek before.

Tidus turned around and looked deeply into Auron's eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked. Tidus softly laid his hand upon Auron's.

Auron jumped. He quickly shoved his book back down his red cloak and wiped a tear away with his hand. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" He asked, trying to play off his tears as sweat.

Tidus noticed how unusual it was for someone to wipe away sweat from their eyelids rather than their brow. Yet he nodded in agreement. He rolled onto his back, wondering what in the world Auron could possibly be so distressed about, but let it slide, seeming as though it would only make matters worse to inquire anything.

He stared up at the ceiling. This ceiling looked almost identical to the one in the 'other room'. Tidus gasped, his eyes widening.

I hate looking up at the ceiling... I hate the sounds of the bedsprings bouncing rhythmically in my ears...I hate feeling 'him' breathing down my neck like a vulture. Why won't he just stop? He's hurting me so much. God, I feel like a whore...And all I can do is cry...while he violates me...

"No," Tidus squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will away those horrid memories. He rolled over, he couldn't tolerate such thoughts, or even the ceiling itself. They reminded Tidus of 'him'.

A strange word suddenly popped into his head out of nowhere. He was unsure of it's meaning. "Auron?" He called out.

"Yes..."

"What's a prostitute?"

Auron contorted his fine eyebrows together. He fell silent and stared down at his hands. "Why do you want to know?" He asked flatly, his eyes peeled downward.

Tidus shrugged his shoulders and rolled over, facing Auron. "I don't know. The word just snuck in outta nowhere."

"Are you sure you want to know? It's not a nice word."

Tidus nodded. "So you know what it means, right?"

"By heart." Auron responded, meeting Tidus' gaze. He cleared his throat and started, "Prostitute is a singular noun in association with Prostitution. Prostitution is a when a person--usually a woman, or someone who resembles a woman--sells their body for money."

"You mean like slavery, right?" Tidus asked, propping his head up on his palms.

Auron rolled his almond eyes and exhaled. 'The boy is brain dead' He figured. "Sort of...Let's put it this way, what other reasons can one think of that would cause someone to desire another's body?"

Tidus gasped, covering his mouth. "You mean for sex..."

Auron nodded in affirmation. "Correct."

"But...why? Why would someone want--"

"Are you that naïve? There are thousands of horny bastards out there who get a kick out of screwing themselves senseless."

Tidus raised his eyebrows, confusion written all over his face. "But why in the World would someone want to be a prostitute then? Doesn't it feel...wrong?"

Auron shrugged his slim shoulders, his long hair swaying gently. "Well, some people turn to it as a last resort. Either sell your body or die of starvation. At times, it can pay good money, but other times...they treat you like dirt. And people look down on prostitutes because of how sinful their profession is. And they sleep with a lot of men."

"But...isn't that dangerous?" He asked.

"They're used to danger," He responded, again shrugging his shoulders.

Tidus scratched his hair. "Well, what does it feel like?"

Auron gave Tidus a startled look, surprised that he'd even ponder about such a thing. "Quite frankly, it feels exactly like what Wakka had done to you."

"You mean...like rape?" He whispered, casting his eyes down at the ivory sheets. "That's horrible..."

"Sad but true."

"Auron?" He said, looking up into Auron's face.

"Yes?" Auron quickly glanced down at him, uncertain how to respond to what his next question might be.

"How do you know so much about it?"

Auron exhaled. "Well...I...I used to be one..."

Tidus gasped audibly. Shock had replaced his visage of confusion. He stared almost blankly back at Auron, his mouth hung slightly agape.

Auron looked ahead at the flat walls, suddenly everything seemed so one-dimensional. "Why are you so shocked? I told you this earlier tonight."

"I..." He hesitated, at a loss for words. "I must have forgotten somehow." Tidus reached out for Auron, snuggling up against his soft arm. "Is it really that bad?"

"Yes. And in some ways, it's even worse."

Tidus stared solemnly back up into Auron's pretty eyes. "Please tell me."

Tears welled up into his eyes and he quickly blinked them away, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "I remember when I first became...a prostitute. I was about fifteen years old when my parents and I went to a carnival. I had always looked rather womanly as a teen, and I received awkward stares from men quite frequently. My parents had alloted me some time to browse the fair grounds on my own. The entire time, I noticed this one man in particular who kept staring at me. Every time our eyes met, he would walk away. As you could have imagined, I was very nervous; terrified even. I searched for my parents to no avail, I could not find them. I turned around a corner, and there he was, waiting for me. I backed away from him, but he grabbed onto my clothes and dragged me to the nearest bathroom. He raped me. And as you could've imagined; it wasn't a very pleasant experience. He threw about a hundred gill (Flames'R'us: FYI, I'm assuming that's like 30 bucks in the US) on me. I had never seen such shiney money before. He told me the fair was over, my parents were never coming back, then convinced me to become one of his whores. Sadly, I believed him. I never was too wise at that age."

Tidus gently caressed Auron's arm, trying to soothe him the best he could. "What else?"

Auron wrapped an arm around Tidus, who then proceeded to rest his head on his shoulder. Auron continued, "It was odd being a prostitute. Like you, I didn't quite know what to expect of it. I was told not to retaliate no matter what happens, a few men even gladly accepted to 'demonstrate' on me; telling me how to react and what to expect. My first time, I'll never forget it. My 'customer' was an aged man, supposedly a Yevonite despite the fact that Yevon condemned prostitution. I was ordered to lay down. I was scared as Hell, I couldn't stop shaking. He had an evil glint in his eyes, and kept giving me that awkward stare. It felt odd laying nude with another man on top me. He touched me in places he shouldn't have. I started to cry, they had told me not to show such emotions but I was too terrified."

Tidus saw a tear trail down Auron's cheek and dutifully wiped it away.

"...He seemed to be taking pleasure in my fear and anxiety. He grasped onto my throat; like he was choking me. He was choking me. I couldn't breath and he continued to touch me, I just didn't like what he was doing to me at all. He stopped. But then...he punched me right in my gut then...he slapped my cheeks until they felt like they were on fire and punched and bruised my body. He continued to assault me until he decided to get violent and threw me on the floor. He kicked at my sides, I was writhing in pain. He slammed my head against the head board and handcuffed my wrists onto its iron bars. I retaliated against it, even though I was told otherwise. Yet he seemed to enjoy dominating a hapless young boy. He then handcuffed my ankles to the cuff bracelets of my wrists. It was painful being in that position, humiliating as well. In was completely exposed and shaking with fear. He then ravaged upon my body, penetrating me as deeply as possible. I remember screaming, I had never screamed before when I was penetrated. He left just as quickly as he had came. The other whores found me bound to the headboard, festering in my own blood. They had to take me to a hospital."

"They had hospitals in Spira?" Tidus asked.

"Yes. A long time ago."

"Go ahead."

Auron continued, "I was bleeding too much. If they hadn't taken me there, I could have bled to death."

Tidus gasped. "Was it always that bad?"

"Not really. But I would get occasional beatings and bruisings. Sometimes men chose to be violent and decided they would make the experience as unpleasant as possible."

"I'm so sorry, Auron." Tidus said, looking up at him. "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay," He said, wiping a tear off his cheek. "You didn't know any better."

His eyes followed the trail of the teardrop slipping from his slender fingertip all the way down to his palm.

"When did you quit?" Tidus asked.

"I finally quit when I turned 18. A man had threatened to kill me. He claimed that I had double-charged him. He took me to a secluded alley against my will, where he raped and molested me numerous times until he decided he was satisfied and left. I was distressed, hopeless, and unable to move. Apparently, someone had heard me crying. At first, I was afraid of this stranger, but when I realized he wasn't desiring sex I stopped resisting. It was Lord Braska, he was still a Summoner in training at the time. Since I was too frail and weak to be a successful guardian, I received training. Somewhere along the way, I came in touch with my masculinity and I no longer look androgynous--until now, that is. I'm thankful for what Lord Braska has done for me personally and Spira as a whole. So there...if I tell you anymore I'll cry."

"I don't want to make you cry," Tidus said, snuggling closer to Auron. He gently caressed Auron's cheek, staring into his glossy eyes.

Auron rolled over, sharing the same intense stare on his face. He affectionately tapped Tidus' nose. "Now, you have to go to sleep."

"But Auron..." Tidus whined.

"No whining! It's late, and you know you have to sleep!" Auron scowled, grasping the sheet into his hands.

"I don't need to rest..." Tidus grumbled, rolling onto his side.

Auron pulled the sheet up to Tidus' chest. He caught himself staring down at Tidus' tawny nipples and decided he should probably lift it up just a tad bit higher. "You of all people especially needs a good rest tonight."

"Well so do you! You were missing a face for crying out loud!"

"Ssshhh..." Auron murmured sweetly, gently placing a kiss on his forehead and running a hand through his blond hairs. Tidus' eyes began to feel drowsy once more as they flickered back up at Auron. It felt somewhat odd feeling those soft hands and scrutinizing that pretty face staring down at him, knowing that this was what his burly Auron once was. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to press his lips against that soft mouth, expecting a firm sensation yet feeling tenderness instead. He glanced up into his eyes; they were full and almond, almost slanted in appearance. His long eyelashes flickered swiftly as he stared down at his body, a lustful gaze set heavily on his facade.

"Auron?" Tidus asked, looking up into his eyes as he tucked him into bed.

"Hmmm?"

Tidus tugged softly onto the sheet and bashfully stared down at his hands. "About tomorrow...are we going to tell anyone?" He asked quietly.

Auron stared pensively about the room, searching for an answer. Auron sighed. "I think it'd be best if we waited until after Yuna's pilgrimage."

Tidus gasped. "But Auron!" He whined. "It's not fair! And what if he tries to rape me again!"

Auron laid down next to Tidus. "Yes, I feel the same way. But I don't want to cloud Yuna's mind or ruin her concentration with those sort of thoughts frolicking about her head. And then she'll loose faith in Wakka, and eventually us..."

"But Auron!" Tidus wailed. "He raped me! Nobody should trust him!"

"Ssshhh. It's okay." Auron murmured, laying Tidus' head against his smooth chest as he cried out in anguish. He pulled the sheet up to his neck and soothingly rubbed his back. "Don't you worry about anything. I'll take care of it, okay?"

Tidus nodded, his sobs diminishing into sniffles. Tidus glanced down at his wound, noticing that it no longer pained him to move his arm. "I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Of tomorrow."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------R&R please. Sorry for not updationg...it's just that I couldn't get my computer to work for a while...

But, notice that SEYMOUR is becoming a more prominent character. So you can imagine the kinda of chaos he's going to stir up.