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The second Tidus had entered the room, the Al Bhed man had shut the door and pinned him to the wall, clearly eager to get things started. Tidus was only surprised for a moment before the thought, *He's a really good kisser,* crossed his mind and nothing else seemed to matter. Until the thought truly hit him, and he realized what was happening. This man was kissing him. Kissing him. Instantly, his hands shot out to the man's broad chest, pushing him away. The Al Bhed obliged, looking confused and a bit worried. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Tidus assured him with a smile. "Just... no kissing. You can do anything else you want to me, I'll do anything you want to you... but no kissing."

The man gave him a knowing grin. "I understand. Too personal."

Tidus could only nod. He'd imposed this rule right after he started sleeping with anyone who asked him. He wasn't much of a romantic, but he wanted something to be special if he ever managed to get the person he truly loved. It certainly wasn't going to be sex itself, and kissing did seem to have some sort of sentimental value. So after making his decision the only person he ever kissed was Dennick. That was it, and that was okay because in a way he had loved Dennick, very much, so it was still special. Occasionally people would manage to steal a kiss before he could stop them, like the Al Bhed and like Hiroki had not long ago, but that was rare and a mistake on his part for not telling them right away, not their fault. The last person who had insisted on trying to stick their tongue down his throat even after he told them no ended up with a knee to the groin and a broken nose. Tidus may have been a whore, but he still wanted some act of intimacy to remain sacred.

The older man thoughtfully ignored his whole face after that and instead began attacking his neck. Tidus gasped under the skillful, nipping teeth and ran his fingers enticingly through short, blond locks. His other hand slipped up the man's shirt, exploring the flat, hard muscled plain of his stomach and chest. The man groaned slightly under his touch and latched onto the spot just below Tidus' ear; his happy spot.

Tidus jerked slightly at the first contact and then couldn't suppress a moan, instantly becoming painfully erect. He didn't know why that particular spot made him react like this, but it always had. Dennick had been kind enough to show him that the second time they'd slept together and had then continued to thoroughly exploit this knowledge over the course of their friendship. Now the Al Bhed man seemed to realize the gem he'd found and smirked against Tidus' skin, reaching down to grab a handful of his ass. This would definitely be fun.

Out of nowhere, the door burst open, startling the two men badly. *"Fryd dra vilg?!"* The Al Bhed man narrowed his eyes angrily at the intruder, muttering curses in his native tongue before saying harshly, "Excuse me, but this is my room. Please leave." And as the man stepped forward, he instantly regretted ever opening his mouth. Not only was this man huge, the massive sword sitting lazily on his shoulder was probably the scariest fucking thing he'd ever seen. (What the fuck?!)

The hulking figure took another step forward, a wolfish grin on his face. "Please pardon the intrusion. I was looking for that," and he nodded toward the blond blitzer who was staring at him wide-eyed and shocked.

The Al Bhed man may not have been the smartest person to ever walk the earth, but he certainly wasn't stupid. And only a total fool would have stuck around and argued with the sword-wielding monster in front of him. With a curt nod and a mumble of something only he could hear, he quickly took his leave, ignoring the fact that this was his room. He'd come back later... After the red-coated man was long gone.

The gears in Tidus' mind worked overtime trying to figure out what the piss had just happened. He had a found what, for all appearances, had seemed would be a good fuck, got started, and then suddenly lost it just as quickly. Because his former guardian had come bursting into another man's room. With his sword drawn. What the hell was going on? And so he decided, since his mind couldn't seem to come up with an answer on its own, to ask. "What the hell was that?"

Auron slowly turned his gaze towards the blond, looking incredibly bored. "Sorry. Did I interrupt something?"

The side of Tidus' mouth twitched in annoyance. It seemed almost like Auron was trying to push his buttons. "Yeah, you kinda did. What were you doing?"

A small shrug. "Looking for you."

"So you said. Why?"

"I didn't know where you'd gone."

Tidus shut his eyes, trying to comprehend the situation as best he could. What he came up with in the end was that, for apparently no real reason, Auron had caused him to lose his best source of distraction. A badly needed distraction. And now he was left with no distraction and an annoying problem in his shorts that he'd have to take care of himself. Great. "Well, thanks a lot, Auron. I'll remember to call you next time I want the mood ruined." He adjusted his clothes, wincing as he did so, before stomping angrily past the older man and to the door.

Auron watched all this, doing his best to look nonchalant. Truth be told, he didn't really know how he'd gotten there. As if he was possessed, he'd stormed down the hall, shoving his ear up against every doorway he came upon, listening for sounds of the blond. When he heard a moan that couldn't belong to anyone else, he'd drawn Marasame and charged in, perfectly ready to cleave whoever was touching Tidus in half. He chased the man away, and it wasn't until the boy started talking to him that he truly came back to reality. He hadn't meant to let his instincts take over, but when Rikku had said the brat was with another man, he just couldn't control himself. He didn't want anyone else touching him.

Now as the boy went past him, clearly upset at having lost his would-be bed partner, he caught sight of the obvious bulge in his shorts. Something inside him snapped, and reacting completely on instinct yet again, he grabbed the boy's wrist, yanking him back into his chest and kicking the door shut to prevent his escape.

"A-auron?"

"It seems I made you uncomfortable. I'll fix it for you," he growled in the blond's ear.

Tidus shivered at what was obviously an imitation of his own words from just the night before. Feeling himself grow harder just at the thought of Auron standing so close to him he mumbled, "Please don't tease me, Auron. Let me go, I have to take care of this."

The boy's breath hitched when he felt a warm tongue lick the shell of his ear. Had Auron just licked him? Really?

"I already told you I would fix it, Tidus. After all, you helped me last night. Fair's fair." And he reached around, cupping the boy through his shorts, rubbing enticingly.

Tidus made a somewhat strangled noise in his throat. This couldn't be real, could it? Auron would never willingly touch him like this. Maybe he'd died or this was a dream. A really good dream. One he never wanted to wake up from.

Auron smirked when the boy leaned back into his muscled chest, breath speeding up. Playfully biting the boy's ear, he swiftly undid a few clasps and delved his hand into his shorts, wrapping thick calloused fingers around Tidus' very hard member. Instantly the boy bucked into his touch, groaning slightly, making Auron's smile grow. He was so responsive. It was very alluring.

Determining to keep himself in check and not take things too far, no matter how enticing the idea was, Auron gently squeezed the cock in his hand, earning him a small gasp. Slowly, torturously, he pumped his fist a few times, watching Tidus' beautiful face as he did so, carefully commiting his expressions to memory. He knew he may never get another chance at this, and he wanted to remember everything as clearly as he could.

Continuing his slow and steady pace, Auron adorned the boy's neck with soft, butterfly kisses, his lips trailing from his hairline until he was stopped by the fabric at the collar of his shirt and back up again. The boy's skin was so smooth, so soft. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of it, and before he knew what he was doing, his free hand was running underneath the boy's shirt, exploring the well-defined chest and abs thoroughly.

Tidus could barely breathe. Auron was touching him. Auron's hand was around his cock, his other hand was running enticingly over his skin, his lips were hot against the flesh of his neck. Practically gasping for air, he pressed himself as far back into Auron's warmth as he could, needing to be close to him, needing to feel him, terrified if he didn't this would all disappear.

Auron swallowed hard the more Tidus pressed against him, his arousal becoming more prominent by the second. The boy was practically writhing in his hands and it had to be the most erotic thing the warrior had ever seen. It was getting harder to control himself, especially when the blond moved against him like that, the friction alone nearly sending him over the edge. Was Tidus like this with all his partners?

That thought reminded him rather bitterly of the fact that Tidus had originally intended on doing these things with a man who wasn't himself. Envy poured through him, and he had to remind himself sharply that Tidus was not his. He could sleep around with whomever he wanted. Auron had no right to say or do anything about it. Regardless, he was only seconds away from going to find that Al Bhed man and actually using Marasame on him this time, when he saw the darkened patch of skin right below Tidus' right ear. He had left a mark on Tidus... He had left a mark on his Tidus. Never mind the fact that he'd just told himself Tidus wasn't actually his. That did not give anyone besides himself the right to leave their mark on the brat. He wouldn't allow it. With a feral growl, he attached himself to the mark already there, sucking and biting ferociously, determined to leave his own bigger mark overtop of it. He wasn't really expecting the boy to literally jump upon contact.

"Au-Auron!" A tanned hand reached back and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Auron, if you do that there-- ah! Auron!"

Auron blinked rather stupidly for a moment before smirking triumphantly at his find. With the exception of his cock and prostate (rather obviously), this seemed to be the boy's most sensitive spot. More determined than ever now to mark this place as his own, he continued his ministrations, his hand continually pumping the boy as he worked. Tidus' breathing was getting shallower by the second it seemed, and his voice was getting louder. Auron was starting to feel light-headed from it all, and he wasn't even the one receiving any pleasure. Just seeing Tidus like this, knowing he was the one who was causing it, was enough to make him feel this way.

Not even thinking about what he was doing, the hand under the boy's shirt reemerged and two fingers were placed at the boy's lips. He didn't have to say a word and Tidus immediately wrapped his tongue around the digits, drawing them into his mouth. He sucked on them with vigor, like they were candy, and Auron groaned slightly at the feeling, remembering how that mouth had felt on his cock just the night before.

The hand was pulled away and Tidus whimpered at the loss of his oral fixation until his shorts were pushed down to pool at his feet and he felt Auron kick his legs farther apart. Blue eyes widened and a small gasp escaped him, though with all the panting he was doing it wasn't really noticeable. Auron wouldn't. Admittedly, that's what normally happened when someone gave you their fingers to suck on but... Auron wouldn't do that. Auron would never do that for him, just the fact Auron was touching him at all was beyond belief. He wouldn't really... His thoughts immediately died when he felt the now slicked fingers rimming his entrance slowly. Apparently Auron would.

Auron continued his slow circle around the outside of the puckered skin, smirking more than ever when the boy whimpered and pressed back against his fingers. Saliva wasn't the best lubricant in the world, but it would work just fine. He wanted to do this, he wanted Tidus to feel amazing, the way he'd felt the night before, and he knew this was the way to do it. He ignored the part of his brain that screamed he shouldn't be doing this at all, ignored the part that screamed this was going farther than he'd meant it to, ignored the part that screamed he was moving too fast. All that mattered was the writhing blond in his arms, was bringing as much pleasure as he could to the most important person in the world to him. All the self-control he usually exercised, the years of training himself to keep a lid on his emotions and only show them when absolutely necessary, all of it was quickly slipping away, and all it took was one look at the boy in front of him.

He slid the first finger in up to the first knuckle and paused there, twisting it slowly, listening to the boy's whimpers at the teasing. He couldn't keep teasing for long though, simply because he wanted to reach that spot that would make the blond go wild. He pushed the finger in the rest of the way, pumping a few times to loosen tight muscles, before sending the second finger to join it. He thrust a few more times before crooking his fingers, searching. It had to be around here somewhere... there it was. At least that's what he assumed when the boy spasmed in his arms with a particularly loud moan. Excellent.

Auron continued to abuse the boy's prostate, rubbing it unmercifully, listening to his delicious cries. Nothing in the world had ever sounded better to him. Tidus, meanwhile, couldn't believe how loud he was being. For all the people he slept with and how good he was in bed, all the tricks he could do, he was generally a pretty quiet partner. He was a whore, yeah, but that didn't mean he had to moan at every touch and scream his pleasure for the whole fucking world to hear. Now, though, he couldn't seem to shut up. He hadn't made this much noise since his fist time with Dennick. Auron was making him come completely undone.

"Auron! Fuck, Auron, I... I'm gonna come!"

"Then come," he growled lowly right into the boy's ear. Tidus shivered and felt Auron's mouth attach once more to the magical spot beneath his ear and bite down hard. He lost it then, spraying his seed into Auron's hand, onto himself, and shooting it a decent distance onto the inn floor. His legs gave out beneath him momentarily, but the much larger body behind him supported him easily, arms wrapping around him almost gently. A warm tongue lapped apologetically at the teeth marks he'd left on Tidus' neck, licking up the bit of blood that had managed to break the skin. Tidus just did everything in his power not to pass out.

Once the blond had managed to regain his composure and stand on his own, Auron also seemed to regain himself and found he didn't know what to say. So he did the obvious. He left without saying anything, leaving Tidus standing in the middle of the room with his shorts still around his ankles and cum on his abdomen. He moved swiftly away from the room and found himself back in the lobby, advancing on a small, blond girl who was doing everything she could to distract herself from the thunder outside.

"Oh! Hello, Mr. mean--"

"This is all your doing."

Swirly green eyes blinked at him in puzzlement before a sly grin broke across her face. "What? Did you go pound that cute little ass of his?"

He snarled, low and dangerous, features contorted, and the smile immediately left her face. He was seriously angry... No... Angry wasn't the right word. Or if he was angry, it at least wasn't really with her. He was confused, and that in turn frustrated him. He wasn't used to feeling this way towards anyone, and on the occasion he did, he'd never acted on it. Now he'd apparently done something, though she wasn't sure what, and he didn't know what to do next. She bit back a sigh of exasperation. Poor old man was an emotional retard. "Tell me what happened."

He found himself obeying, though he didn't really know why. Probably because it was her fault he was in this mess in the first place. Regardless of the reason, he gave her the short version of events, not going into detail about what he did with the brat, just letting her know he didn't actually sleep with him, but they most definitely 'fooled around'. When he was done, she had a slight blush on her face, but she was smiling as well, looking genuinely pleased.

"Well, I don't see the problem. You didn't do anything wrong, except when you left at the end and probably confused the shit out of him. You really need to learn to communicate better. Words can help sometimes. Honest."

He gave her a look of total incredulity, and when he opened his mouth to protest, she snapped, "Look, you're a big boy, and while you may be stupid when it comes to this, you know what's going on. You know you love him, you know you get jealous when he's with other people, you know you're happy when you're with him. The only thing getting in your way, is you. What I don't understand is why you won't just try."

He felt his frustration grow to the point of nearly exploding. Was this girl not listening or just plain stupid? "Try? Try what? He's not interested."

She rolled her eyes. "Really? He said that?"

Auron opened his mouth to reply but suddenly stopped, going over the boy's apology yet again. "Well... no, not exactly."

"Then how do you know?"

He growled, hand curling into a fist. "Because... because."

"Because."

"Because it's wrong! I'm so much older than him, I was like his father for years..."

"That doesn't seem to have stopped the way you feel."

He glared at her once again, but it was only half-hearted now. "That's because I'm a perverted old man."

"Yeah? Well he's a perverted young whore. Pretty good match, huh?"

Auron winced a bit at her words but chose not to say anything. He knew it was true.

"Look." She put her head in her hands, feeling like she was explaining to a child how to tie their shoes, a simple task once finally understood but nearly impossible beforehand. "Despite what you may have implied from his words, he's never outwardly rejected you, right? And it doesn't seem like doing sexual things with you disgusts him, based on what just happened, meaning it's not hopeless. So once again, the only thing getting in your way is you... Do you still want to be with him even though you think it's wrong?"

Auron shut his eyes and looked away. Tidus was too young for him, he was supposed to love him like a son, he'd promised Jecht he'd care for him, he was unsent and most likely not long for this world... but... "Yes."

"Then do something about it. You're afraid to make a move because if he doesn't accept you, it will ruin whatever you have now. But if you don't make a move, nothing will happen. Ever. And if he does accept you... well, there's always a chance, y'know?"

Something about that peaked Auron's interest immediately. "A chance for what?"

Rikku gave him a look to show what she thought of his intelligence. "A chance he could like you back."

Something inside the man's chest fluttered. "Really? You think there's actually a chance of that?"

"Yeah, of course! Like, try telling him how... Hey! Where are you going?!"

Auron didn't answer, just stalked off deep in thought. A chance. A chance the boy could return his feelings. He'd never actually considered the possibility; wished, but never actually expected anything. He knew Tidus didn't feel that way for him now, but maybe he could try getting closer to the brat slowly. Slowly being the key word there; what he'd just done a few minutes ago wasn't taking anything slow. But if he did start slowly trying to win the blond's affection, then maybe there was a chance... And if there wasn't, their relationship could stay the way it was now, or at least it could if he did things subtly enough. It was a win/win situation.

Forcefully pushing all doubts aside and allowing himself to simply hope for once, Auron smirked. He would do everything he could to make Tidus his, as long as there was a chance.

***

Tidus had no idea what was going on anymore. As if Auron barging in on him and the older Al Bhed man hadn't been odd enough, he decides to jerk Tidus off, then just leave without a word. To say the boy was confused was a massive understatement. He was so far beyond confused it wasn't funny.

Wiping himself off with the only thing he could find (sheets from the bed), he made his way warily into the hall, not sure what to expect next. So many strange things had been happening the nervous boy was trying to steel himself for anything. If everyone had jumped out holding a giant neon sign that said 'SURPRISE, DUMBASS!' and wearing party hats with balloons and streamers around them, then told him he wasn't in Spira at all but still in Zanarkand, locked up in an asylum for nutjobs while this was all in his head, he'd be game to believe it. Why not, it made about as much sense as this whole fucked up place and Auron's behavior did.

With a very tired sigh, he made his way down the hall, back towards the lobby, when he heard Yuna's voice from one of the rooms. Her voice sounding very agitated. Now that just wouldn't do. Looking around furtively to make sure no one else was in the hall, he mashed his ear up against the door, straining to hear exactly what she was saying. It was useless though, he could hear her muffled voice and it's tone, but the actual words weren't clear enough. And was that another voice he heard? Who was in there with her? Maybe if he just cracked the door, just a bit...

The door suddenly swung inwards, sending him toppling head over heels into a literal somersault before coming to rest next to a very shocked summoner. He did his best to force a carefree smile, but it came out looking very sheepish. "Yuna."

He watched her make a mad dash to shut off the sphere she'd been watching and was rather abruptly aware that he had just barged into her room and invaded her privacy. Why hadn't he just knocked if he'd been worried? Why did he have to be a moron and try to spy on her like a child? He tried to sputter out an apology, but it went very badly. He'd never made less sense in his life than the spew of incoherent noises he uttered then. He finally managed to finish with an, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come in." Yeah, smooth. "Hey, wasn't that that Jyscal Guado guy?"

His eyebrows raised slightly when she said it was the man's will, and it asked that his son be taken care of. Tidus just about scoffed at that. "Well, I know one way to take care of him."

By the way she lowered her eyes, he instantly wished he hadn't said that. Then when she uttered an apology and ran from the room he really didn't know what to think. What had gotten her so upset? The sphere? Blue eyes widened. Of course, the sphere. Something on there must have upset her so much. First that guy came out from the farplane even though he was dead, and now he was on a sphere she was watching. That Guado guy was definitely what was upsetting her, Tidus just wasn't sure why. Though, if he watched the sphere...

His head was suddenly in a vice grip, squeezing him tight enough he thought his brain just might explode. And there was Wakka, reprimanding him for bothering Yuna, saying "she'll tell us when she's ready." Tidus found himself once again wanting to scream at the older blitzer. Why couldn't he understand? Yuna was his friend, Yuna was troubled by something, and sometimes when people were troubled by something they had to be coerced into talking about it. Otherwise they would just bottle it up, thinking they could handle it themselves when really they couldn't. Didn't anyone else see that's what Yuna was doing? They had to make her talk to them.

But the fear that his head might pop like a grape kept him from saying this, and he found himself agreeing with his attacker just so he would be released. Once he'd gotten feeling back into his ears, he eyed the sphere still sitting on the desk contemplatively. He still really wanted to know...

Wakka cleared his throat harshly, fixing him with a look that said 'just try it', and he knew he wouldn't be watching that sphere anytime soon. With a growl that would have given Auron a run for his money, Tidus stormed from the room to sit in the lobby for an hour before they decided to leave, practically twitching in annoyance. Something was really wrong. He wished he could just talk to Yuna.

Then, after a brief argument (if one could really call it that) between Rikku and Auron where she called him mean and said she wasn't scared of thunder when she was clearly terrified, they finally left. Tidus felt Auron's eyes on him but didn't have time to contemplate it at the moment. As much as he wanted to figure out what exactly was going on between him and Auron, Yuna was more important right now. He had to figure out what was wrong. Turns out he really didn't have to wait.

After walking for a few minutes, Yuna stopped them. Because apparently she'd changed her mind. Apparently she was now going to marry that lousy bastard Seymour. Tidus felt his stomach do a very unpleasant flip. He'd known something was up, but... but why would she change her mind about this? The only small comfort he got as she rambled some bullshit about Spira and Yevon was that the other guardians didn't look exactly happy either, but that still didn't explain her change of heart. Then Lulu seemed to hit the nail on the head. "Wait is it... Is it because of Lord Jyscal?"

***

Upon hearing this everyone frowned even more. Auron cast a glance over the others, studying their reactions, and could literally see the lightbulb in Tidus' head flicker to life. The boy gave a rather sudden start before calling excitedly, "Hey! That sphere!"

Sphere? What sphere? He walked up to the girl then, looking down at her in a stern manner. This was becoming more serious by the second, and he didn't like not knowing what was going on. "Show me." He wasn't especially surprised when she rebuffed him, but his scowl grew. Yes, something serious was definitely going on here, but the girl wasn't about to tell them anything. Not yet at least. He decided the best course of action was to feign indifference and wait it out. He'd find out what was going on eventually, and he'd keep a particularly close eye on her until then. One thing he was sure of, though... she was not going to marry Seymour. He was still praying that he'd find a way to keep her alive rather than lose her like her father, but either way, he would never let Braska's daughter marry that half-guado creep. But for now, it was best to just play along. There was only one thing Auron forgot about in his planning.

"Wait a minute, Auron. You're not gonna stop her?"

Fuck, Tidus. A very confused, angry, and hurt Tidus, who couldn't seem to wrap his head around what was happening. Auron knew that look. It was Tidus' desperate look, the one that begged him for help. Auron hated that look right now. Because right now he couldn't help Tidus, not the way the boy wanted. And it upset him not only because that look was surprisingly rare on the blond's face, but the boy was only worried for Yuna. He only wanted to help his friend. He wanted the same thing Auron wanted, but the older man knew his way to go about it was futile. So to achieve their common goal, he had to stop the boy from interfering now, the only way he could. He rebuked him; harshly.

The blond's face went from pleading to confused and dejected. Confused because of Auron's seeming uncaring, because he knew the older man better than that, and dejected because... well, because of the whole situation. Because he couldn't help his friend. Because no one else was willing to help his friend. Because no matter what he did it was useless. Auron watched as he inched away from everyone else while Wakka and Rikku talked with Yuna. He recognized the gesture and felt alarm build up.

*Dear Yevon, why must he be so sensitive?*

The boy felt ostracized. For anyone else that wouldn't be such a big deal, but when it came to Tidus it was dangerous. Auron knew from experience the brat could go from feeling mildly out of place to feeling completely unwanted and in the way at the drop of a hat, even if it didn't logically make any sense. And he didn't know what Tidus would do if he thought he wasn't wanted, especially by Yuna. He wasn't about to let this go on long enough to find out. He needed to talk with the brat before he did something stupid.