Wrong?

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy X or any of its characters and I make no money from writing this story. If I did own FFX, Tidus would just admit he's gay and get on with it already

A/N: Let's see... this chapter contains malexmale sex (nothing too graphic), soloM, and language. Enjoy!

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Auron walked briskly back to the houseboat, loaded down by groceries, the streets of Zanarkand slowly growing dark as the sun set. He wanted to get back home quickly, hating Friday nights in Zanarkand. Teenagers flocked to the streets to celebrate surviving another week of school, partying until the sun came up again. Too many happy young people getting together made Auron cringe.

As if someone up above had been listening to his thoughts and wanted to taunt him, the squeal of teenage girls could suddenly be heard directly to his right. The sound went through him like knives, sending shivers down his spine all the way to his feet. Why? Why did they have to make that noise? He glared at where a crowd of them had suddenly flocked, in front of an electronics store, wondering what the hell could possibly be so interesting. What he found himself staring at was a familiar blond, looking back at him from the several TVs on display in the window while the lady newscaster talked about the newest up-and-coming star to blitzball.

"Oh my God, he's so hot!" one of the girls gushed excitably, and it was like that one comment set them all off.

"He's on the Abes, right?"

"He's only sixteen! Can you believe it?"

"Look at his body, it's amazing!"

"His eyes are so blue! You just get lost in them!"

"Would you do him?"

"Of course I would, I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me!"

"He could fuck my brains out!"

Auron stopped listening right around there and started walking home again, mildly disturbed by the comments. Damn teenage girls. They'd never met the brat, and there they were, huddled together and talking about sleeping with him, like that would ever happen. He could see clearly why they were attracted to him, but... why did they have to be so obsessive? It was just another reason he couldn't stand them. Hurry and grow up already. Then maybe they'd--

"Ah!"

Auron froze instantly upon entering the houseboat, nearly dropping the bags in his arms. His mind split into two parts, one half blanking completely, which is why he couldn't move or tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. The other half, still ranting about teenage girls, wanted to yell down the street for them to come quickly. Because that half of his mind would get no greater satisfaction than seeing the looks on their faces if they would witness what he was right now. The object of their affections, the most promising young blitzer to come about since his father, on his knees, giving a blowjob.

Auron knew he should turn around and walk right back out the door, but he couldn't seem to make himself move. An attractive brunette stood against the living room wall, just fifteen feet away, with Tidus kneeling in front of him, sucking him off with vigor. "Fuck, Tidus," the brunette breathed, using one hand to steady himself against the wall while the other rested in Tidus' hair, not grabbing his head, just resting there in a guiding manner. His breathing was harsh, his eyes screwed shut, a look of pure bliss on his face.

Auron's mind kept screaming at him to move, to get out of there before he was discovered. Instead he just watched Tidus reach up and grab the other boy's hips in a firm grip, increasing his pace and encouraging the boy to thrust into his mouth. The brunette groaned loudly. "That's it... Suck me harder, baby..." and it was then that Auron did drop the bags he was holding.

Tidus was so busy with his task, he didn't hear the groceries crash to the floor. The brunette must have registered something had made a noise because lust-filled eyes opened and looked dazedly at Auron for a few moments, blinking peacefully at him as if he were a piece of furniture. Then he realized what he was actually seeing and the eyes widened considerably, heading snapping up from it's lulled position. "Tidus," he said hastily, tugging at the blond's hair. "Tidus, stop!"

Tidus made a noise, muffled by the cock in his mouth, before pulling back, frowning up at the older boy. "What's wrong, Dennick?"

Dennick's mouth moved a few times, searching for coherent words. Finally he sputtered, "Audience!" and Tidus felt his face and neck grow bright red. He turned around slowly, knowing what would be behind him and dreading it more than could ever be expressed. "Auron... welcome home... you're back... faster than I thought..."

Auron said nothing, his face impassive, eyes hidden behind his dark glasses. He watched, faintly amused by the nervous way the brunette stuffed himself back in his pants, looking embarrassed at being caught. Then he shifted his gaze to Tidus who looked absolutely horrified. "Obviously," he finally said in answer to the boy's comment and he bent to pick up the groceries he had dropped, ignoring the couple's presence.

"Dennick, I'll call you in a little," Tidus said softly to the brunette, pulling him past Auron's crouching figure and practically pushing the other boy out the door.

Dennick, however, hesitated, not at all liking how scared Tidus was. He looked over his friend's shoulder at the older man and frowned before looking back at Tidus very seriously. "Cutie, are you all right?"

Auron lifted his head slightly at the brunette's question, not liking the way it was asked. It clearly implied that Auron would hurt Tidus or something if they were left alone. Where the hell would he get an idea like that? Auron had never raised a hand to the blond brat in the nine years he'd been with him.

"I'm fine, Dennick, I'll meet up with you later," Tidus insisted, opening the door and actually pushing him out this time.

Dennick still hesitated but found himself nodding reluctantly. "All right. If you're not at the club in an hour I'm coming back to get you."

Auron nearly crushed the ketchup bottle in his hand. Was he giving off some sort of child-abuser aura or did he just look that plain scary?

"Don't worry, man, I'll be there," Tidus said with a small laugh, but both Auron and Dennick knew it was forced. Tidus shut the door after his friend had walked away and made himself take a deep calming breath. "Sorry about that, Auron. Ah, here, let me help with that." He knelt down next to his guardian and started gathering up some of the spilled groceries, refusing to look at him. As the boy reached for the butter, Auron noticed his hand was trembling violently and caught it tightly in his own, knowing now why the brunette had been worried. "Why are you shaking, Tidus?"

Tidus seemed to stop breathing at the question, his eyes never leaving the floor. His hair was hiding his face from Auron, but the red-clad warrior had been around the boy long enough to know when he was near tears. He fought the urge to sigh and waited patiently for the teen to answer, absently still picking up groceries. He had just reached for his final prize, a head of lettuce, when Tidus whispered almost imperceptibly, "I'm gay."

/“You lied to me, you fucking faggot!”/

Auron blinked at the cowering boy in front of him before picking up the bags again and moving the short distance to the kitchen. "Of course you are." He started putting things away when the boy said in the same pathetic voice, "I'm sorry."

/"Fucking faggot! I'll show you what happens when you lie to me!"/

"Don't worry about it, just... just pick your locations more carefully next time, all right?" He swore softly when he realized he'd forgotten to buy sugar and would have to run out again the next morning. The brat always had a cup of coffee every morning with a sickening amount of sugar, and if he didn't get it--

"Huh?"

The sound of complete and total confusion pulled him away from his reverie. He glanced over at the boy who was now standing up and finally looking at him, eyes bright with unshed tears. He was giving Auron a look like he had grown a second head and that didn't particuarly sit well with the older man. "What?" he demanded.

"I said I'm gay!" Tidus screeched in his nervous, high-pitched voice. Hadn't Auron heard him?

"And I said of course you are." He put some more groceries away, wishing the blond would stop staring like that. "Are you hungry? I could make you something before you go meet your friend."

Tidus swallowed, trying to digest what was happening. Why wasn't Auron mad, why wasn't he yelling? Okay, admittedly Auron never really *yelled*, but his tone changed and it was like he was yelling. Why wasn't he doing that? Did he... did he not care enough to be mad? Was that it? Did he not care about Tidus at all anymore because he was gay?

"Tidus?" Auron frowned at the boy who still looked like he was about to cry and hadn't answered his question. "Tidus, what's wrong?"

Tidus chewed on his bottom lip until a coppery taste hit his tongue, the tears threatening dangerously to spill over. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't want you to hate me."

Auron immediately stiffened at the words, trying to place why they were so familiar. What the hell? What would prompt the brat to say something like that? "What are you--"

"I tried to stop being gay!" Tidus wailed hopelessly, desperately wanting to explain his position. "I swear, I tried to like girls! I can't, I know that. But if you want, I won't like guys either. Really, I'll just stop having sex! But please! Please, Auron, don't hate me! I couldn't take it if you hated me!"

The outburst floored Auron who nearly burst out in laughter at the complete absurdity of the boy's words. Nearly. Until he saw how serious and upset Tidus still was. With a sigh, he decided to break the tension and ease his slight irritation by picking up the newly bought roll of papertowels and hurling it playfully at the bowed blond head. After the teen sputtered in surprise, he said in his most bored voice, "Of course you're gay. I've known since you were ten. You never showed any interest in girls."

Tidus' eyes couldn't possibly have gotten any bigger. "What? You knew?"

Well, that was annoying. Did the boy think he was blind? He scoffed, insulted. "Of course I knew. Did you really think I would live with you all these years and never notice?"

The boy gnawed on his already bleeding lip, trying unsuccessfully to wrap his head around his guardian's words. "But... you never said anything..."

"Why should I? Did you want to discuss it?"

Tidus shook his head slowly, still trying to completely understand. "So... you aren't mad?"

"Why? Because you're gay?" At the boy's nod he actually contemplated slapping him for being so stupid. *You actually thought I'd be mad you were gay? Just what the hell are you thinking?* "Of course not."

The blond nodded slowly, still looking incredibly uneasy. Auron knew he was still worried and needed to put this issue to rest now before it could do anymore damage. He walked up to the boy who actually flinched from him slightly, making his frown deepen. He reached out a gloved hand and ruffled the soft blond tresses, silently letting him know everything was fine. Before he could move away again, the boy had thrown his arms around him, burying a teary face in his chest. For the third time since they'd met, Auron didn't push him away, accepting the embrace and putting an arm lightly around his shoulders.

Tidus took a deep breath, muffling a sob that threatened to escape. "Sorry, sorry... I just don't want you to hate me. Ever."

Auron shut his good eye, brow furrowing. *Stupid brat. Don't you realize how important you are to me? I could never hate you, don't you know that?* "I don't."

The boy pulled back then and offered him a weak smile. "Yeah, I know. Sorry." He scrubbed hurriedly at red eyes, smiling again. "I'm gonna get going. Dennick'll freak out if I don't show up on time."

"Hmm?... Oh, your boyfriend, right."

Tidus giggled. "He's not my boyfriend, Auron, just a friend. Well, I'll see you later."

Auron stared after him as the door shut, caught between amusement and anxiety. Just a friend, huh? Was Tidus like that with all his friends, because the older man was pretty sure nothing good could come of that... Oh well, he had other things to worry about at the moment. Like the biggest source of his current annoyance. He'd hoped that it would go away on its own during Tidus' little drama show, but it hadn't. It stood tall and proud, laughing at him, making him grumble uncomfortably as he finished putting the groceries away, refusing to give it any attention before that job was done. Then he sat down heavily on the couch and flipped on the TV, not caring what show was on, just wanting the background noise as he unzipped his pants and took a firm hold of his throbbing erection.

*Let's get this over with quickly,* he thought bitterly, feeling like a perverted, dirty old man. He'd accidentally walked in on a boy who was supposed to be like a son to him engaged in an act of intimacy and had immediately become hard. If that wasn't bad enough, the problem had refused to correct itself, so here he was, masturbating to the memory of aforementioned intimacy. He didn't just feel like a pervert, he was a pervert.

This fact, of course, still didn't stop him as he grabbed his aching shaft, slowly pumping, shutting his eye tight. He tried thinking of other things at first, previous sexual encounters, bits of porn that had stuck in his mind, anything but Tidus. It wasn't working, his mind kept wandering back to what he'd seen. So he decided to try replacing Tidus with someone else, leaving the brunette and situation the same. That didn't work either. Tidus kept coming back, tanned hands gripping the other boy's lean, muscled hips, head moving rhythmically. He remembered the look on the brunette's face, how much he'd clearly been enjoying himself. /"That's it... Suck me harder, baby..."/ Was Tidus really that good?

The image in his mind changed. Tidus was still on his knees, but the brunette was gone, replaced by Auron himself. Tidus' hands gripped his hips this time, the boy bobbed his head on his length, licking up the shaft, cupping his balls... With a grunt, he came into his hand, seed spilling onto his red coat as he leaned his head back against the couch, breathing jagged. Once he'd returned from his temporary high, he frowned at the mess on himself and then frowned more when he truly realized what he'd just done; not the act itself but who he'd thought about while doing it. "Shit." He put his head into his clean hand, perturbed beyond words. He really was a horrible pervert.

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The brick wall was scratchy and harsh beneath Tidus' bare forearms and cheek. His hands were pinned above his head, his shorts around his ankles while the raven-haired man behind him thrust into him with rough abandon. The much larger male didn't seem to care that he was hurting Tidus' wrists, that his angle was horribly off and he was barely ever hitting Tidus' prostate, that the blond blitzer he was fucking was barely even erect anymore. Tidus, of course, said nothing, just shut his eyes and willed his partner to finish up so he could go back inside. A minute later he was granted his wish, mildly surprised when the older boy pulled out quickly rather than coming inside of him. Then again, it was the least he could do, considering he hadn't even bothered to make Tidus finish.

Spared the hassle of cleaning up a mess, Tidus pulled his shorts up over an only half-hard member and slipped back inside the Pegasus, skirting through the throngs of people to the booth where Dennick was waiting for him. He saw the brunette had refilled his drink and sat down with a thank you and a smile. Dennick smiled back softly, eyes troubled. That had been the fourth random guy Tidus had disappeared with that night, and he was starting to get worried. Tidus always went with plenty of guys, but this was a bit excessive even for him. They'd only been there for two hours.

Tidus drank his beer and happily chatted away with his friend, but when a cute red-head came up to him five minutes later, he started to follow him. Frowning, Dennick stuck his foot out underneath the table and placed it firmly on Tidus' seat, blocking him from sliding out of the booth. "Stay," he commanded in his most firm voice.

Despite the fact that Dennick's soft voice, firm or not, had about as much authority as a ten year old girl's, Tidus immediately sank back in his seat, looking like a whipped puppy. He smiled apologetically at the red-head, who took the hint and scurried away, before looking incredulously at Dennick, not understanding. "What's wrong? Did you know him?"

"No."

"Then why'd you stop me?"

Dennick frowned more at this. "Because I don't want you to get hurt."

Tidus blinked, still not understanding. "By him? Dennick, I'm a pro player, you know, I'm not weak, and he was smaller than me... I wonder if he realized I don't top? He kinda looked like a bottom, didn't he? Though I shouldn't judge based on appearance..."

Dennick growled slightly, low in his throat. Tidus could be really dense sometimes. He certainly wasn't known for his brains. "Look, just stay with me, all right. If you wanna have sex, do it with me."

"But I don't wanna have sex with you!"

Dennick's one eyebrow raised slowly, and he waited until Tidus realized what he'd just said. Sure enough, "Oh! Shit, Dennick, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, I do wanna have sex with you, really! In fact, I plan on having sex with you tonight, once--"

The older boy held up a hand, stopping his monologue before it was too late. "Then just wait until we leave. Unless you can't wait, in which case we can leave right now. Either way, don't go off with anyone else."

Tidus knew this was more possessive than Dennick normally was. After all, they weren't dating, they were just good friends, and he really had no right to tell Tidus who he could sleep with, particuarly since he slept with other people too. Any other time, Tidus would have pointed this out and gotten defensive of being treated like a child. But tonight he simply nodded, seeing the serious look in the brunette's eyes. The same look he'd had earlier that evening when he thought Auron might hurt him. If this was bothering his friend for some reason, he could agree to his terms for the night. With a soft sigh, he finished his beer and smiled at the older boy, cocking his head ever so slightly. "Wanna dance then?"

Around three in the morning, the two boys entered Dennick's apartment, Tidus decently drunk, Dennick mildly buzzed. The older boy immediately led Tidus to his room, pushing the blond onto his bed and stripping his shoes off for him. "Hey," Tidus said indignantly, trying to bat the brunette's hands away, "I can do that myself. How gone do you think I am?"

Dennick laughed slightly, kissing Tidus warmly and shoving him onto his back. "I never said you couldn't do it, cutie. I just wanted to do it for you."

"Bastard," Tidus growled, lacing his fingers behind Dennick's strong neck and shutting his eyes peacefully. "You always do this. You don't have to."

"Do what? Treat you nicely? Or just treat you with respect?"

Blue eyes flashed open again, recognizing that tone of voice even when drunk. Dennick may have been playful a moment ago, but now, for the third time that night, he was very serious. Serious and upset. "Dennick..."

The brunette untangled the fingers from his neck and examined one of the boy's wrists which had small dark bruises forming on it. Tidus stared at it, trying to figure out where they'd come from when he remembered the large, black-haired man who'd pinned him against the wall in the alley. Dennick glowered at it before gently placing his lips over it in a comforting gesture. "Do you even enjoy it when they fuck you, Tidus? Do you enjoy being used?"

The blitz player pursed his lips, mildly insulted. "No."

Another kiss, to the other wrist this time. "Then why do you do this?"

Tidus chose not to answer, closing his eyes again. Dennick pushed no further, stripping both of them and slowly pleasuring the boy beneath him, refusing to be pleasured back. He'd already gotten a blowjob earlier, and the boy was always attentive to his needs, giving him whatever he wanted. Right now was his time.

Tidus gave up trying to reciprocate Dennick's actions and let himself melt into the older boy's touch. Dennick treated him so gently, like he was fragile and would break if the brunette was too rough. Tidus knew he was doing this to make up for how gruffly everyone else treated him during sex, but he didn't have to. Hell, Tidus didn't really want him to. He never did anything to deserve being treated so delicately like this. He didn't deserve to be so... *loved.*

Both Dennick and Tidus knew they loved the other one. They would never want a relationship with the other, it was the wrong kind of love for that. The love wasn't that of a true lover, but it was that of a dear friend and it was always apparent. Dennick showed his love better, of course, because he had such an affectionate personality, which was why he treated Tidus the way he did during sex. It was the reason Tidus had picked him out that first night at the Pegasus. Dennick was the sweetest person Tidus had ever met in his life, and he wouldn't want to change him for the world. But when they were having sex and Dennick treated him like this... it made Tidus' heart ache. He didn't deserve this.

Dennick pushed inside Tidus slowly, giving him more than enough time to adjust before rocking into him at a steady, even pace, nailing Tidus' prostate perfectly and making the blond whine beneath him. "Dennick... Dennick, go faster... C'mon, please..."

"No." The older boy continued his pace without faltering. "You don't want me to go faster so you'll feel good, you want me to ignore you and hurt you like they do. I won't do it." He placed a kiss tenderly on Tidus' forehead. "Sex isn't supposed to be a punishment, cutie. I don't know what you think you've done wrong, but I won't help you hurt yourself."

Tidus felt tears stinging the back of his eyes at his words, and even though he tried to hold them back, they ran down his cheeks unheeded the moment he blinked. Dennick wiped and kissed them away lovingly until they both came to a nearly simultaneous orgasm. A few minutes later, Tidus fell asleep in his arms, while Dennick murmured comfortingly to him. "You haven't done anything wrong, cutie. Please stop punishing yourself. You haven't done anything wrong."

Tidus didn't reply to this, just bit his lip and fought away fresh tears. *That's not true, Dennick. I've done something very wrong, and I can't stop it. I should have learned my lesson two years ago when I did it then, but I guess I never did... These feelings. I know they're wrong.* And when sleep took him he dreamed about a large, quiet man dressed in red.

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