"Ahhhhhh!" A shrill scream ripped from the boy's lungs as sweat beads dotted his forehead. He tore away the navy blanket from his perspired skin and sat erect in his disheveled bed. He ran a hand through his blonde locks, his blue eyes darting about the room to make sure his twisted dream wasn't a reality.

He jumped when the wooden door before his bed slammed open and he saw a figure enter the room. The tall man was attired in only…...nothing, swinging a leather whip in his hand as he stomped towards Tidus' bed.

Tidus squeaked again, watching the strange man stampede throughout his room. "Who…" He started, his eyes widened in wonder.

"Where is he?" He shouted, looking about the boy's room for any intruders. He swung open the closet door and riffled throughout his dirty laundry. The boy gasped when the man bent over and…

"There's no one in there!" Tidus quickly shouted, observing the stranger searching diligently throughout his belongings. He shook his head and threw off any perverted thoughts.

Seymour kissed his teeth in frustration and crossed his arms over his smooth chest. "Then why did you scream? Do you realize that it is 0:00 in the morning, and that it is way too early for this nonsense?" He shouted.

"I know..." Tidus said, sighing. He fumbled with his thumbs, staring down at his hands. "But I had a really weird dream and I just woke up screaming for some odd reason. Wait…"

He looked up at the estranged man and contorted his face in confusion. "How the Hell can it be 0:00 in the morning?"

Seymour only laughed and said, "Little boys are so silly…but fun to play with…"

Seymour sighed sympathetically and sat down beside the blonde. He rested his hand on the young man's thigh and softly caressed the smooth flesh. He smirked and husked, "It's okay. I used to have dreams like this too when I was your age…"

Tidus gasped and stared down at the hand slowly creeping up into his lap. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

"You know..." Seymour said, giggling softly.

"Ewww!" Tidus shouted. He reached out for a pillow and slammed it against his head. "I am not having an erotic dream! As a matter of fact, this is quite disturbing and weird."

Seymour placed his improvised weapon on the boy's nightstand and crossed his slender arms. He pointed his index finger at him and said, "Just remember: Only scream when something good happens. Such as..."

Tidus sighed in annoyment and recited, "Terrorist, Murders, Thieves, Perverts, Drug Addicts, or Accidents."

"No," Seymour smirked deviously and said, "Like an orgasm."

Tidus jumped when the guado suddenly scooted closer to him. Their shoulders were touching and their breath teasing over one another's flesh. Seymour's hand resting between his thighs started to make him nervous and uncomfortable as it slowly crept higher.

The boy's cheeks blushed a soft tint of rouge when he finally realized that Seymour was sitting before him in the nude. He gazed over the man's taut body in wonder, curious as to what he felt like now that they were so close again. His blue eyes trailed over the taut ripples of his abdomen and the smooth skin on his chest.

"This isn't right…" He murmured. Tidus quickly turned his head away, his blonde hair fluttering softly. Tidus felt guilty for fantasizing about this bizarre man in such lecherous ways, especially since he terrified him so greatly earlier this night.

Seymour chuckled as he pressed his lips to the boy's neck, showering the sensitive flesh with sucks and kisses. Tidus gasped, pushing him away. He stared into his eyes and asked, "Who the Hell are you? Is this a dream or some twisted dimension or what?"

The guado sighed and whispered into his ears, his hot breath making the boy chuckle with pleasure. "This is a secret between just me and you, okay?"

"Okay," Tidus whispered.

Seymour repositioned himself behind the boy and rested his hands on his shoulders, his unusually long fingernails draping over his chest. "My name is Seymour. Yes, this is a dream, but I'm a real person who has a strong….desire to be with you at any cost. So, I've been paying you visits in your dreams."

"Oh," Tidus said, flickering his eyelashes. He was currently at a loss for words…

"Lay down," Seymour whispered, softly pressing the boy down onto the bed. He laid beside him and stared into his beautiful eyes, basking in the sight of perfection.

Seymour groaned in aggravation when he sensed a presence in the boy's environment while he slept. He knew he would have to release him from his dream state soon. He raised his voice and asked, "If I were to suck on your neck, is it okay to scream?"

"Yes..." Tidus droned. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Seymour softly caressed his leather whip along the boy's neck and whispered, "Sweet dreams…"

'This is weird…' Tidus thought, furrowing his eyebrows. Seymour was actually being nice.