I don't own FFX or FFX-2 and stuff, so yeah. Enjoy!
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His hands trembled as he ran them over her curvy body, the silken skin soft beneath his rough hands. Leaning down, his lips touched her own softly as he slowly began to pump within her, feeling their pulses become one.

Her lips trailed along his jawline as she moved back up against him, her hands raking through his blue hair and down his tattooed back slowly, her nails scratching him up.
Sweat slid into the cuts she made which drove him to go faster, harder, slamming within her inner walls as she moaned out his name softly, her breasts bouncing lightly with every heavy thrust.

"Yuna..." He mumbled her name against her neck and raked his fingers along her side and down slowly over her hips and thighs, holding her legs in place which were wrapped around his waist, a grunt emerging from his throat as he panted. She gasped out loudly as she felt blood ooze from where he had grasped and raked, his hands smearing the liquid along her waist and legs.

He breath teased at her nipple before attacking it with his tongue and mouth softly, her heels digging and pushing deeply against his back, her moans encouraging him to continue.

She let her head fall back against the pillow as another moan escaped from her mouth, and with one final thrust, he was finished, leaving her without her own release.

...Again.

He pecked her lips once, twice, three times before rolling off of her and pulling her close to his chest, closing his eyes. She watched him fall asleep slowly, the pulsing between her legs slowly growing to an annoyance. His blue lashes brushed over his pale cheeks as he drifted to his dreams, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with his sleep.

"Fucking Seymour..." She mumbled, wanting to just reach over and slam him back inside of her, making him finish with her own climax. But she didn't...

She didn't want another argument tonight. Or another bruise..

His left hand rested inbetween her breasts, his other wrapped firmly around her waist as he nuzzled his whiskered face against her smooth neck, causing her to shiver and and break out in goose bumps.

She was pissed.

Slowly, gently, she began to move his arm from out around her. She bit her lip hard and closed her eyes tightly as she saw her 'beloved' stirr and flip around to his other side, his back to her. She rolled out form the bed and landed with a thump on her knees, smothering a gasp into the side of the mattress as her knees hit the wooden floor roughly.

Yuna grabbed up her clothes and headed for the bathroom, the essense of him mixed with blood dribbling down her legs as she sat on the side of the bathtubt, slowly washing it up with a wash cloth.

"Goddamn guado.." She muttered under her breath, wiping the last remaining bit of white fluid away from between her legs and along her inner thighs.

As she stood up, she took notice of the blood. She wiped a bit off from her side and ran a slender finger along the wound, gasping slightly as she shivered.

He had always done this...

Scars were up and down along her body, even a few bite marks on her breasts and back. Grabbing the cloth once again, she wet it with warm water and slide it along her legs and behind, washing her clear of her own blood. She rested her palms on the side of the counter and leaned in close to the mirror, looking at her reflection.

Black circles clouded under her eyes and her cheeks were paled down to a snowy white color, giving her the impression that she had died.

Most likely from blood loss.

Her hair was tossled and messed up, and her throat still hurt from the concert earlier that night. Still sore from all of the screaming she had done.

The concert..

Her legs began to tremble slightly from the thought of it, the way the notes of the guitar and drums seemed to flow within herself. She, too, felt like she was being played by the lead singer of The Kents, her belly tightening every time his hand thrashed down against the strings.

Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead on the mirror and sighed, watching the glass fog up with her breath.

She slowly traced a heart with a slash over it before it faded away, afterwards just wiping it away with her cheek.

"Oh, fuck it."

With a smirk, she glanced down at her clothes and snatched them back up, sliding them on. She wore tight pants, and a white tank top, along with a jacket that came below her breasts. She didn't even bother with a bra, and slowly she slid on her gloves. Looking in the mirror, she grabbed her makeup and padded powder underneath the dark circles under her eyes and over her nose, applying blush to her cheeks. She outlined her eyes in heavy eyeliner and added mascara before sliding on a headband over her hair. She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and lifted her hood over her eyes before slowly stepping passed the sleeping Seymour, heading outside into the winter-like weather.

But, turning around, she opened the door back and reaching inside, she grabbed his wallet, shoving it inside her pockets.

"Love you, Seymour.." She mumbled, resting two fingers on her lips, taking them away to point at him.

The door shut and locked behind her with a click.

As she walked down the street, she looked up at the neons signs that lit up the city of Bevelle, even at 1 in the morning.

Passing a few stores and restaurants, she figured she'd better find somewhere to go before she caught a cold and/or froze to death.

The bar was still open. She could go there.

... But she didn't feel like getting the ass beat out of her by Seymour for drinking around a group of men..

The shopping mall was open. But she didn't feel like shopping.

Strip club. Not her type of hang out.

And that was about it.. save for some laundry place.

Guess people got stains on their Besaid Aurach's shirt at 1 in the morning.

Except for the few people walking along the street aimlessly, Yuna was the only one there. She glanced around nervously as cars whizzed by her.

Her butt began to get numb, as did the tip of her nose.

She thought about going home, but figured it wasn't the best idea. She'd get slapped across the face for leaving.

So, instead, she just kept on walking.
No destination, no nothing for her. Just these empty streets and cruddy bars.

A car passing by had The Kents blaring from it's radio, and once again the song was stuck in her head.
Her hands twitched in her pockets to tap against something and go along with the beat, but she resisted, the cold air stinging her cheeks as she looked up.

A bus was in front of her, looking much like a trailor, and she heard heavy music blaring from inside.
Sounded like her kind of place to be.

She hopped up the stairs on the side, and, taking a deep breath, tapped a few knocks on the metal door, waiting for a response.

-Him.-

A girl sat on Gippal's lap, as well as Wakka's. They were shitfaced, but me being used to booze, I wasn't even fazed. The girl slouched on Gippal's lap had been staring at me half of the night, but I had always looked away. She smelt bad, anyway. Like damp bread and sour milk.

And anyway, my love was for my guitar, and my guitar only.

Maybe my cigarettes and bee, toor. But that was it.

Wakka had turned up the music on high, a band we had befriended blaring from the speakers, and was drumming on the girl's boobs as she laughed in response, her hands resting on his own as they came to her breasts, leaning back to catch him in a deep kiss.

That whore.

Sighing, I lit a cigarette and leaned back against the small sofa, wanting desperetly to just go curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the night away and all through the next day, most likely. I finished up the rest of my beer and crumpled it in my fist.

I stood up and jumped a bit as the girl in Wakka's lap slide her foot up inbetween my legs. A shiver rippled through my body as I gently pushed her foot away and slammed open the door, stumbling out then stopping all the sudden. I heard a gasp as I looked down, and there was a girl standing at the front door.

The same girl who had ran into me earlier that day.

She looked just as gorgeous as she had before, only she looked a bit more pale, making her eyes shine a bit brighter.

Although they were bright enough.

"I'm sorry..I didn't see you there. Did you need something?" I took a drag from my cigarette and blew smoke off to the side, running a hand back through my hair.

-Her.-

My jaw dropped.

It was him.

The same guy I had ran into.

The same guy I watched on stage earlier, fucking his guitar of all beautiful sounds and notes, the same guy who's blood ran down his fingers after he head finished playing for all of Bevelle.

The same sexiness that I had seen before on stage, stood in front of me now.

"Well?" He watched me, the end of his cigarette burning brightly as he took another drag from it, letting it rest in the corner of his mouth this time.

I looked him up and down once, although I wanted to do alot more than that, and shook my head.

"I...I had just came across your place and thought I'd stop by. I mean, I didn't know it was YOUR place...I thought it was just some other guy's place. I don't meant to sound like a slut..Fuck, I'm not a slu-"

I was cut off with him handing a cigarette out to me, followed by a lighter, a silent laughter shining in his eyes and apparent on his lips as he sat down on the steps, resting his arms across his knees.

"I know." His perfect face showed no expression as he scratched his stubble, looking up at me from blonde bangs.

I reached out for the cigarette and rested it in my mouth, grabbing for the lighter before he pulled it away behind his back teasingly, lifting an eyebrow.

"..Your name?"

I smirked as I drew my hand back away, leaning foward so he'd light my cigarette.

"Yuna." I rested the tops of my fingers around the cigarette and watched him lean foward, forgetting the lighter and just placing the top of his own cigarette against my own, his eyes staring into mine as he breathed out of his cigarette, causing my own to catch fire, smoke curling into the air as I pulled away.

"I'm Tidus." He nodded to me, leaning his back against the bus as he took one last drag from his cigarette, tossing it aside.

"Who wouldn't know that?" I laughed lightly as I rested my foot on the step, taking a drag from my cigarette and blowing smoke up into the sky.

He shrugged his toned shoulders and rubbed his eyes wearily, letting out a yawn.

"I'm about worn out..." He chuckled some as he looked back up at me, rubbing the tips of his fingers again.
"You should be.." I said softly, looking up at the sky before back down to him. "You did great today. I hadn't heard at all until today, and I thought you were goddamn great."

He smiled lightly at this, studying his fingers as before snapping his head upwards to me.
"Oh! I have something for you!" And with that he ran inside, slamming the door behind him.

I blinked slowly, ash tipping off the end of my cigarette as I watched the door shut.

-Him.-

I dashed inside and went to the front of my room, shoving open my door to find Gippal behind the girl that was with him earlier, bent over my desk, her skirt pushed up to her stomach, her panties down to her ankles. Same goes for Gippal.

Wincing at the sight, and ignoring the curses from Gippal, I grabbed that Yuna's luggage bag and zipped right back out of my room. On the counter was the the black haired girl, Wakka standing in front of her with his hands rubbing along her legs, kissing over her neck and chest. Her dark eyes ran over me as a smirk played over her lips, causing me to shiver.

Shaking my head, I pushed back open the door to see the Yuna girl standing there quietly, flicking ash off to the side as she sat herself at the end of the steps, still looking up at me. I smiled some, looking down at the luggage and then back to her before setting it in her lap, sitting next to her's, taking note that her thigh rested against my own.

"Oh thanks so much! I must had dropped it when I bumped into you...I was just excited to see..him. Thank you. I appreciate it." She tucked the luggage inbetween her legs and tossed her cigarette off to the side as she finished it.

Just then, Yuna looked up and took in a deep breath. Standing up, she brushed off her behind, which looked very nice by the way, and hopped off the steps. She kicked her luggage underneath the steps, ruffling up a bit of her hair as she rested her hand on her hip.
"Care to join me to a bar?" She smiled wryly, lifting a thin eyebrow in my direction. My eyes drew down to her chest, and apparently not wearing a bra, it was easy to see her hard nipples sticking up through her shirt. Despite myself, I licked my lips at the sight of it, and she obviously noticed for she crossed her arms over her chest, coughing softly to catch my attention. I shook my head free of thoughts and laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck as I nodded, standing up.

"I'd love to."

I pocketed my cigarettes and rested my hands behind my head, walking down the street as I sideglanced to her, grinning a bit.

"So..What bar, Mizz Yuna?"

-The Other One-

He opened his eyes slowly, a shiver spreading across him as the AC turned on higher, the vent beside the bed blowing full force into the blankets. He curled up and groped next to him for the tiny figure. Then blinked.

Sitting up suddenly, he looked around and rubbed his eyes, his hand rubbing over the empty spot next to him.

His face twisted in anger as he muttered a curse, standing up in the nude and feeling around in the dark for his pants and shirt, finally getting them and sliding them on.

Shuffling to the wall, he flipped on the light switch and cursed even louder as he saw his wallet gone. Shoving is feet into his shoes, he ran a hand through his close cut hair, his hand molding over his face as he stepped out the door, slamming it behind him.

"Damn Yuna..." He muttered, gritting his teeth as he strided down the sidewalks.

He kept his head down as snow plastered against his face, melting against his coat as it hit.

Seymour shivered, deciding it was way to fucking early to be tracking down his girlfriend and way too goddamn old to have to be playing Catch-Me-If-You-Can.

Gritting his teeth against the blistering cold, he kept walking foward.
Determined to find her.

Determined to get his hands around her throat.

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R&R, please. Another chap. coming up.