Nightmare under Bevelle

Nightmare Under Bevelle
by Maya Brisa

Disclaimer: All characters, names, and places are © Square-Enix and Testsuya Nomura.

Auron leaned against the back of thick metal bars, he had just finished telling Tidus the way of Spira and its spiral of death. Tidus didn’t seem too happy and had sank to the floor of the large cage. Auron felt like an idiot for going on like that, but it needed to be said. He wondered what was in store for Yuna, Tidus, and the others. Then again, why did he need to wonder, it had always obvious that Yevon was corrupt in many ways, it was dripping with it. They were all in danger.

Suddenly, a set of doors could be heard opening, and hustling footsteps echoing through the tiered room. It was Kinoc, bearer of bad news, with a few guards at his side. The fat man ambled in front of the cage and smiled with glee as he stared at his old friend.
“Your sentence has been carried out.” Kinoc informed, waving a hand.
“Sentence? Don’t you mean execution?” Auron said, glaring.
“Now who would execute an old friend?” Kinoc asked, trying to look sincere and failed miserably.
“You would.” Auron glared again.
“Take them away.” Kinoc commanded to the guards. The shorter of the guards unlocked the door to the cage and reached in in to grab Tidus.
“D-hey! Get your hands off me! I can walk by myself!” Tidus snapped, struggling in the guard’s grip around his arm. Tidus continued to struggle as the guard pulled him from the cage, then all at once he stopped when he saw the other guard go in after Auron. For some reason, Tidus seeing Auron get the same treatment just made his own future look bleak. His hopes went down to the gutters as soon as the guard manhandling Auron pulled out a rifle.

Tidus was escorted down the hall, away from Auron, and the last thing he saw before disappearing behind the corner, was Auron at gun point, being ushered down the opposite hallway, with Kinoc not far behind.

“Auron!” Tidus called out, before disappearing... fearing for the worst; that he'd never see Auron again, let alone the rest of them. “Am I really going to be executed?” He thought, staring at the floor as he walked. The blitzball player next found himself standing before a large pool of water, situated between pillars and buildings.
“What the...” he said, looking down at the rippling water. “Whoa!?” he yelled as he was shoved with the butt of a rifle into the water.
“Hey! What’s the big deal?!”
“Your sentence. Good luck.” the guard said with a smug grin.
“Where’s everybody else?!” Tidus asked.
“Floating down there somewhere.” he smiled, waving at Tidus as he walked away. The blond was furious, he shook his head and went under water, deciding to swim to wherever he could get to.

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A guard held his rifle point firmly to the guardian’s back as they walked down the long hallway. He glanced back at the guard.
“Where are you taking me?” Auron asked, knowing Kinoc was in hearing distance.
“It’s a surprise, something special was planned for you, dear old friend.” Kinoc replied, folding his hands behind his back. Though Kinoc didn’t know what it was, he had a feeling it was awful. A hint of guilt appeared on his face, but as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. The trio of men arrived near the end of the hallway. Auron saw an elaborate door before him, one he slightly recognized, but couldn’t place why.
Kinoc ambled in front and grabbed the handle to open the door. Auron spoke in a low voice, “I’ll be seeing you again.” Kinoc turned and simply smiled, “In you go.” Kinoc pushed the door open, and then the guard jabbed his rifle into Auron’s back, shoving him into the doorway. Auron winced at the sudden pain, but didn’t have time to pay it any mind before the door was shut behind him and he was on his knees before Seymour Guado.

“I’m glad you could make it, Sir Auron.” Seymour smiled, his plump lips perking in the centers. Auron said nothing, he only stared, wondering what this was all about.
“You say nothing, guardian. Have I offended you?” Seymour asked, lifting a hand to accompany the question. Auron took a moment to examine his surroundings, for any leverage of escape. He saw in a corner, a large mahogany table with a satin cloth strung over it, making it shimmer under the cream light of the small lamp atop. Trailing his eyes pass Seymour’s entire figure, Auron noticed that he was watching him.

“Something interesting in the room?” Seymour cooed, sounding suspicious.
“It looks familliar...” Auron reluctantly replied, finally standing on his feet.
“As it should,” Seymour started, “It used to be Braska’s room. He stayed here right before he left on his pilgrimage.” he finished, pointing his hand toward a comfortable looking bed, with white sheets and nicely embroidered pillows. Auron looked and then closed his eye as he cringed. The one thought he didn’t want to cross his mind, and it did. Seymour knew very well what it was, and he smiled.

“Having dirty thoughts already?” Seymour asked, walking to the large table.
“What is it you want?” Auron finally asked, the wonderment driving him to pose the question.
“I wanted to see you. After all, we go way back. Ten years now, isn't it?” he said, delicately picking up a rounded wine bottle. Pulling off the top, he grabbed two glasses and filled them nearly to the brim.

“I doubt just to ‘see’.” Auron commented, narrowing his eye at the half guado.
Seymour chuckled, and picked up a glass and offered it to Auron.
“No thank you. What do you want?” he asked again, stepping back and leaning on the door.
Seymour smiled, and raised his shoulders, “As you wish." he began, flinching his thick lashes, "I want you.” he answered simply, taking a drink from the glass.
“I won’t do it, Seymour. You had your chance before Macalania...”
“You won’t, but I will.” Seymour smiled, narrowing his beautiful, pale indigo eyes. Auron felt a cold chill go down his spine after Seymour said those words. He felt his very lower gate shudder at the mere thought.
“Seymour... no.” Auron said, a hint of irritation in his voice.
“I suppose you’re going to try and stop me?” Seymour lightly asked, tilting his head, “Where is your sword guardian?” he hissed with amusement. The guardian felt his mind panic for a split second, realizing that he had nothing but his strength to defend himself. For the first time in a long time, Auron felt afraid. He was looking around, appearing calm to Seymour who was watching him closely. He searched for anything that could help him escape. He knew that he couldn’t kill Seymour, and Seymour couldn’t kill him... but Auron thought about Seymour’s summoner powers... but quickly discarded the worry, as Seymour would send himself too.

The air in the room was getting thick, giving Auron a very bad feeling that something was about to happen. Seymour simply stood near the table, casually sipping at his drink, watching all the while. Auron’s eye caught sight of something shiny on a stand to his right. He glanced at it and saw that it was a letter opener. He quickly made it look as if he didn’t notice it, but Seymour didn’t fall for it.
“Go ahead.” Seymour whispered, watching Auron’s every move. Auron shook his head and slid his gloved hand behind him, fumbling for the handle to the door. As soon as he grabbed it, it made a few clank noises which alerted the half guado, and he knew it. He shot his head up in shock when he realized that Seymour still did nothing.

“What? I’m not afraid that you’ll get away. Where will yo go?” Seymour chuckled, finishing the wine. The blue-haired man set the glass down and began an elegant stride toward the guardian, he smiled until he reached him... Seymour suddenly felt a sharp pain in his rib cage. It seemed as if everything were in slow motion as he craned his head down to see trickling blood, and small pyreflies dancing from the fresh wound. He heard a short clash of the letter opener hitting the marbled floor, then a slam after the door was opened and shut.
Seymour finally smiled with rejection, but stared at the door, as if he would burn a hole through it with his gaze. He shut his eyes as pyreflies escaped from the closed lids.

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Auron ran as fast as he could, never looking back. He passed a few corridoors lit with small lamps, but recognized nothing. His memory was slightly disabled, as his mind was ablaze of many thoughts. He continued hunting for a way out until he saw a tall figure materialize at the far end of the hallway. Pyreflies scattered all over, bouncing up the walls and reforming to the ceilng. Auron wiped his forehead as he heard Seymour’s voice in his head.
“You can’t leave. Where will you go, guardian.? Sir Auron, where will you go?” his voice called out, echoing and repeating inside Auron’s head and off the walls around.

“This is a trick!” Auron shouted, he couldn’t focus on the figure anymore, the voices were literally driving him insane. Painful memories started to swell in the older man’s head, pounding for the truth, for all of the answers. Seymour stood at the end of the hallway, watching with pale glowing irises as Auron fell to his knees screaming and clawing his fingers at the smooth floor, his sunglasses in broken pieces not too far away.

“Stop it!” the guardian yelled, swaying on his hands and knees, swatting his hand out at passing shadows.
“I’ll stop when you give in.” the replicas of Seymour’s voice whispered. Auron screamed as he stood and fell against a wall. He hugged it panting wildly, his breath steaming up the wall. He cringed as he felt Seymour’s power over him grow stronger.

“Yes......” Auron whimpered, feeling his own body react to touches that weren’t even physical. Auron moaned against the wall as he felt a hand press between his legs from behind. A blast of pyrefiles scattered behind Auron, he felt Seymour’s presence now, his intention hard, and pressing against his rear. Seymour stood behind the dark-haired man, licking his lips as he untied the sash around his hips.

He grabbed the waistband of his dark blue pants and unfastened them, sliding them down his toned thighs. Auron stayed pressed against the wall, his mind was blank as he stared down the hallway, looking at nothing. Sweat trickled down his temples as his body temperature heightened. Seymour reached his hands around Auron’s waist, his own robes falling and crumpling to his elbows.
The half-guado unfastened the belts that held the guardian’s robe shut. He dropped them to the floor and then grabbed the waistband of Auron’s pants and tore them from his hips. Auron winced but still put up no effort to stop his captor. He couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his own breathing, muffled as if he were under water.

He felt drugged... in a trance, like his very sanity was slipping away from his fingertips. Seymour wasted no time, he lifted the older man’s robe so it was crumpled and tucked over his left arm. His right hand he guided up to Auron’s mouth, and insterted two of his fingers. Auron’s tongue lagged inside his mouth as Seymour’s fingers pressed against it, coating them with saliva. After a few moments of saturation, Seymour shoved the guardian more tightly against the wall and retrieved his fingers.
Auron’s face was practically mashed against the wall, as was the rest of his body. The half guado had planned this moment for a very long time, he just didn’t know where or when it would happen. He felt his entire body coming alive at the sight of Auron, the legendary guardian, exposed and dominated before him, like he was a gift from God.

Seymour trailed his hand down Auron’s bare back, until it was just above his rear. He shoved his hand between Auron’s cheeks and inserted his fingers into the guardian’s virgin channel. Auron groaned as saliva welled inside his mouth, his head dropped so it was near the crook of his neck and shoulder, hiding behind the gray cowl.
“Do not faint on me, Auron.” Seymour whispered, digging his fingers deep into Auron’s rectum. Seymour’s voice brought Auron back to reality and he screamed as he twisted his rear away from the maester’s digits. He clawed at the wall, both in pleasure and in pain.

“Seymour...” he moaned, nearly collapsing. Seymour dropped the dark-haired man’s robe and held him up. Soon, it was only Seymour’s mind that was holding Auron still, the maester summoned two daggers and a sword from the room in the far end of the other hallway.

The daggers and the sword passed briskly down the hallway, finally into the one that Auron and Seymour were in. The sword was caught by the blue-haired man’s hand, the daggers snatched and stabbed the folds of Auron’s robe to the wall. Seymour held the hilt of the sword firmly in his grasp before impaling Auron on it, pinning his torso to the wall. Blood cascaded down the guardian’s stomach, and eventually pooled at his feet; pyreflies bursting all around.

Auron let out a curdled wail of agony. He still stood on his feet, but the sword was forcing him to stand straight, he knew if he fell, the sword would slice up to his sternum. Seymour had closed his eyes when he heard the older man’s cry, it sent pleasant shivers over his flesh. Seymour trailed his hand over Auron’s stomach, smearing the running blood all over, he slid his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Auron’s swelling length, squeezing it roughly, making small tears fall from the guardian’s eye.

The older man was in such a hazy state, that he hardly felt anything of pain anymore, save the dull throbbing of his heart pulsing blood from the wound. His body felt nothing but strange pleasure; a gentle smile forming across his lips. "Ten years..." he wheezed.

Seymour pressed his hand to his own lips and lapped at the blood, he smiled as he positioned himself behind Auron to enter. But Auron’s head lolled to the other side, and finally fell back: unconscious. Seymour stopped and looked at the older man; his back arched over the sword.

“My little rag doll...” Seymour whispered, tilting his head to the side, “You’re worthless to me like this...” he finished, grabbing the hilt of the sword and pulling it out of the wall, and Auron’s torso. He tossed the sword to the floor and caught the falling body.
“I have a better plan for you.” he whispered into Auron’s ear. The taller man scooped the unconcious one into his arms and carried him down the hallway.

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Hollow footsteps could be heard, getting closer and echoing off the walls. An auburn eye opened and looked around. Auron saw dark reddish walls around him, lit up with torches. “Via... purifico?” he asked aloud, sitting up. He winced as his hand instinctively went to grab at his stomach. He looked down and saw the gaping wound from the sword. He also saw that his pants were gone, along with his boots and the rest of his clothing.

He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, just in time to look up and see Yuna, and everyone else standing in the hallway entrance. A few of them looked sick to their stomachs at the sight of him, Yuna looked horrified with her hand pressed over her mouth. Auron’s eyelid grew heavy and he fell backward, passing out once more.

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Auron’s eye opened quickly, staring wildly in all directions. He screamed as he saw the same reddish walls from before. He blinked and swallowed hard, realizing that he was fully clothed and unharmed. He heard light foot steps dashing along the stone floors. He looked in the direction where they were coming from and saw Yuna run into the room.

“Yuna.” Auron called, taking a step.
“Sir Auron, I’m so glad to see you’re okay! I was separated from everyone else.” she said, walking up to him. Auron just stared at her, never feeling so relieved in all his life. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“There must be an exit somewhere. We search.” Auron finally spoke, walking toward another hallway.
“Right!” Yuna chirped, following right behind him. The two walked along one of the many long hallways, searching for their lost friends. Suddenly they heard footsteps, making loud clicks with every step. Yuna scampered ahead and peeked around the corner.

“Lulu!” Yuna exclaimed, running to her.
“Hello, Yuna, it’s good to see you.” the raven-haired woman said, looking up and seeing Auron round the corner, “You too, Sir Auron.” Lulu finished, nodding.
Yuna and Lulu both gasped suddenly, as they watched Auron drop down to one knee, choking for breath.
“Sir Auron?” Yuna asked, worry written all over her heart-shaped face. Auron trembled and said nothing in reply.
“Auron...?” Lulu added, “are you alright?”
“I’m fine... just tired.” he finally replied, slowly reaching his gloved hand into his robe. He winced as he pressed his hand against his vest, he felt a hole, and something warm, and wet. His shoulder spasmed, and he pulled his hand out, it was covered in blood; the liquid trickled from between his fingers and off of his palm.

“Auron!” Lulu cried in a mess of confusion, she didn’t know whether to move or stay put. Yuna made no hesitation and closed the distance between herself and her fallen guardian. She reached out to touch him, but her hand was forced away.
“Get away! Don’t touch me!” Auron yelled, falling to his back as blood oozed from his wound. Yuna’s screaming filled all the rooms and hallways, piercing all ears that were in hearing distance.

“No!!” Auron yelled sitting up really fast.
“Whoa!” Tidus yelled, jumping back from the older man. Auron stared at Tidus with an alienated expression.

“Take it easy, old man.” he mused, leaning against the bars of the cage, “I think we’re getting out of here.” A set of doors could be heard opening, and hustling footsteps, echoing through the tiered room. It was Kinoc, bearer of bad news, with a few guards at his side......


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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! And no, Seymour did not rape Auron. Did you read Auron saying "no" during the last bit? No. ^___~ What were Seymour's motives? Who the hell knows. Maybe he was just horny. o.o; In any case, it was a NIGHTMARE. O.o