Don't Cry, Boy...

Oy, es ist meine zurest ‘fanfiction.’ Bitte lessen und nachpruefen- danke! Ich hoffe mich das mehr wird komme, aber ich weiss nicht.

Oy, this is my first fan fiction, please read and review, thanks! I hope there will be more to come, but I don’t know. I love to get CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, after all, how is one to grow with out it? And I hate titles… I suck at coming up with catchy ones, so don’t make fun…
-Captain Calamity


The worlds have now learned of the worst yet to come.
A brink of an end, a boy learns to run.
How you love, could you, Mr. Man-of-the-Year?
Walking tall with nothing to fear.

Don't pass up this chance, oh, go tear down the walls.
No Gods will be watching, no cares enough at all.

These worlds, they now are ending, as they were at the start.
But I'll keep on pretending.
I won't go...

Don't cry no more, boy.
You've got the other side of your life.
So ignore, and move out the broken door,
and take out your trash,
but I no longer hold in here,
I'm not coming back.

The road must now...
My story, so long amory.
Please drive me home one last time.
-‘The End Complete V: On The Brink’- Coheed and Cambria


When Tidus awoke in the middle of the night, sweat soaked covers forming to the mold of his body and his hair clinging to his forehead, he did not know what to think. The teen’s breaths came in ragged gasps, moving his chest with uncertainty. Eyes were dilated to take in the night and he could make out the half naked picture of a woman spread eagled on a chair- next to her a muscular female blitzball player- her breasts peaking over the top of her chest guard.
Clutching his pillow with a shaky hand, he took in a deep gulp of air, attempting to settle his racing heart. His mind’s eye scanned the remnants of a dream that seemed all to real…and all to true. Pushing the revelation down into the dredges of his self conscious for the eleventh time since he started counting, he would ignore this…it had to go away… after all it was just a dream. Tidus did not even give himself the acknowledgement of a stiff erection, pressing firmly into his leg, his body telling him how real it was…and how much he enjoyed it.

The morning came like it always did, the sun hitting the sky and spreading light over Zanarkind. Tidus awoke like he always did, the midnight episode remembered but troubling him no more. There were no classes, no pressing need to get up, or to do anything for that matter- practice did not start till five. Closing his eyes and smelling his pillow he shifted under his comforter, realizing with embarrassment that he had released himself in his mattress, his short covered in cum, the caked substance also reaching toward his navel.
Tidus flushed, had he really enjoyed that vision? That subconscious trip through what seemed to be his deepest desire?
Frowning, the teen again pushed this idea away. He masturbated to women, he liked women, liked their thighs, their breasts, their lips…. thinking these thoughts only made his penis harden a bit, no matter how he tried, visions of yawning vaginas and erect nipples only gave his slight tinges of pleasure.. It must be because he had just woken up.
Now for the tricky part- cleaning up his midnight mess with out the ever present Auron asking any embarrassing questions. This would be difficult indeed. It was already ten, the old man usually got up around five to practice his raining on the deck of the house boat. For what reason Tidus did not have the faintest clue. It’s not like monsters ran all over their city- or even in the ocean. Scratching his head, the boy decided that the old man had his ways, and what could be wrong with avoiding the extra pounds of age? Nothing.
Rising out of his bed and separating his boxers from his sheets, the youth stripped than found a comfortable pair of sleeping pants to cover him. Removing the offending pieces of fabric form the bed, Tidus tossed in his boxers and wrapped it all in a neat bundle. Making sure none of the crusty white substance poked through the folds, Tidus opened his door and proceeded into the hall.
The polished wood felt good on his feet, cool and slightly damp from all the moisture. The entire single floor of their boat was covered in hard wood. Immediately across the hallway from the teen’s room was his guardian Auron’s. The door was opened, and Tidus peaked in to make sure the man did not surprise him from behind when he wandered into the main living area. The king sized bed was crisp and made, not a fold or crease anywhere to be found. The sheets were white as snow, the pillow fluffed. The rest of the room was bare except a stark clean cut black dresser and an end table, on which rested a book, it’s dust jacket propped neatly where Auron had last put it down.
The hallway ended at the junction of their bedrooms, so Tidus and to turn right, following the hall past the empty bathroom, until it let out into a spacious living room kitchen combo. The couch was a sleek contemporary piece, midnight black, with a matching clean black coffee table, both perched on a white and red striped rug. These were arranged in front of the television, which hung on the wall. This too was dark. To Tidus right there as a kitchen, mythiral appliances and black cabinet with sparkling white and red plates. In the far corner glass doors led to a balcony, at the far end of the room was a door that Tidus knew ran up to the deck and to the right of that.. the laundry room.
When furnishing their new boat, Tidus was amazed how the stark and silent man could design so well, he almost thought to mention in one day- but decided better on it for obvious reasons. Making his way across the floor, feeling like he was on a secret mission, Tidus’s head scanned his surroundings with every step, his mind constantly trying to manufacture excuses should Auron ask an oddly specific question about his newly found laundry habit. Lucky the youth never had to lie to the old man, he mad it without incident to the door, opened it and threw open the washer’s lid. Tossing his sheets in, he measured the right amount, hit the appropriate dials and buttons then smiled to himself. That was that.
“Since when have you taken such an interest in the cleanliness on your bed, Tidus?” The tan boy froze- he could feel the commanding presence behind him, smell his scent which wafted where ever he went. The scent itself was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it smelt of power.
Tidus turned to face Auron, the man had on his traditional sunglasses, his hair pulled back and his black breast plate on. The sunlight coming through the windows made it shine while his many belts and pants looked dull and worn in comparison. Tidus knew his clothing was odd, but none of his friends ever said a thing, the man was powerful- a force to be reckoned with- a force to look up to.
The old man’s gaze what no accusing or suspicious in the least, he generally just wanted to know. Tidus looked at the ground, search for that well prepared lie and finding it out of reach. He chose a lame rhetorical question instead; “Can’t someone enjoy clean sheets?” If that wasn’t suspicious enough.
Auron raised an eye brow, there was nothing wrong, indeed with the boy liking clean sheets, he enjoyed them himself, but not enough to wash them every other day for the last month. Not replying the man walked over to the kitchen, looking through cabinets to find a pristine white mug, then filling it with the coffee from the machine ground the beans only half an hour ago.
Tidus watched the man perform his ritual without comment. Auron was of little words or expression, he was content to let the boy do what he wanted most of the time, as long as he stayed out of trouble and achieved good grades, which Tidus did. Most of the time it was unusual for the man to say more than two sentences a day to him on his own free will, but it was usually Tidus who tracked him down and questioned the man. Auron always replied, he was there when ever the boy needed him.
Tidus watched Auron proceed back across the floor to the door leading out to the deck. The Warrior would sip his cup and watch the sea like he did everyday.
Tidus had always watched his mentor- the elegant way he carried himself and his short precise movements brought him awe, but recently he had started to notice more about the man… like the way his hair traced his spine, the way his powerful hand clenched and released everything it touched. His powerful back, the muscles looking hard and strong. His dark eye, how it gazed- Tidus often wondered what he was thinking about- what could leave the man so entranced that he did not speak?
Auron shifted his weight to lean against the railing outside and the youth continued to stare- his mind suddenly conjuring up pictures from the dream… He could feel the blood race to his groin, and it felt good…
What was he doing!?! The man was like his father! Auron had taken care of Tidus since he was a child- birthday parties, blitzball practice, feeding him, everything a father did, Auron did.
The boy lashed out at himself, clenching his fists and turning quickly to the bathroom where he intended to take a scalding hot shower…

The water burned his tanned skin, running down his chest into the drain, Tidus scrubbed himself raw. These thoughts… these dreams, they had to end. If he connected them with pain his brain may register how much the boy hated what it was doing and quit… then he would stop thinking of Auron’s hands, tracing his neck…
Tidus turned the faucet on hotter, the most painful he could mentally take. Face clenching in pain the teen fell to his knees, the water hitting his back, burning it raw. But the image was still there… Auron’s lips, tracing across his with a strong kiss, his unshaved façade scratching his chin….
Tidus turned the water on even hotter, excruciating misery shot through his nerve endings, forcing the boy to fall back on his ass, letting the water scald his penis… but it still stayed erect. He pictured Auron, the man’s weight pressing down on him, trailing his tongue down from Tidus’s neck to chest, to abdomen… to his penis…
Before Tidus knew anything different, he hand had gripped the offending appendage. Feeling pressure on his shaft, Tidus started to move his palm, picturing the older mans hand there instead of his… Auron’s hand moving faster, back and forth, back and forth, picking up speed and the teenager’s mouth opened with a silent scream, his lungs reaching for air, anything to quell his speeding heart. His palm only moved quicker, down his shaft then back up, all the while Tidus’ body squirming under the tremendous heat and the insatiable pleasure arousing in his body.
Reaching his climax, Tidus let a few vowels escape his throat, His back arching- his penis releasing its load against the side of the shower wall. He then lay defeated, exhausted and disgusted. He had played into his dreams, his urge for the man he considered to be his father, and then consciously masturbated to the idea. Turning off the faucet he laid in the draining tub, holding his knees… he could never tell anyone… ever about this…