My Hellplane

My Hellplane
By Maya Brisa/Auron and Requiem

Disclaimer: All characters, names, and places are © Square-Enix and Testsuya Nomura. And no, it's not Seymour non-conning Auron, it's the other way around, darlings.

[Note: This takes place after Final Fantasy X.]

Pale indigo eyes stared into their reflection on a mirror. He was not sure what to make of himself anymore. His whole philosophy on life disappeared when someone came in, almost instantly. The demi-guado looked down at the floor momentarily, curious as to what Auron was thinking.

Things hadn't been going smoothly for the two... Seymour being as dark as he was and Auron being of another place in time. Things were getting increasingly worse. It was so evident, that Seymour often wondered when the climax to his story would end.

Taking a breath, he walked out of the bathroom and looked over at his lover.

Auron was standing near the door way of the bathroom, his arms were folded across his bare chest. He had a black eyebrow raised at Seymour, he took a step back and turned toward the bed they had been sharing, all of two years.

"Ready for bed?" he asked, looking back at the blue haired beauty. He stared at him quite oddly as he spoke. Auron unfolded his arms and let them drop idly to his sides. He adjusted the waistband of his black cotton pants and went to climb into bed.

"Yes." Seymour nodded, taking his eyes from Auron and moving toward the bed. He wasn't necessarily bothered by Auron, more so bothered by himself... he wanted to be left alone to think tonight, hopefully, Auron would grant him this request.

Auron winced for a moment, staring don at the bedding, as if something had jumped into his mind... he shook his head and pulled one end of the covers over himself. He looked at Seymour again, as he did so, a sly grin spread across his lips.

The guado rolled on his side, his back facing Auron as a signal that he wasn't particularly in the mood for anything. Sighing, he closed his eyes, fidgeting with the blue lock that hung loosely over his face, furrowing his brow at the annoyance.

With a lethargic move, Auron rolled on his side as well, facing Seymour's back. He reached his hand out and ran one of his thick fingers up along Seymour's bare spine... He licked his lips, wanting very badly to be inside his lover again. He slid in closer beneath the covers.

"Is there something wrong?" He breathed, leaning his head slightly over Seymour's shoulders.

Oh, Yevon. Seymour thought as shivers of delight ran down his spine unwillingly. "I'm just not in a good mood..." Seymour whispered, hoping he wouldn't upset Auron.

"Was it something I did?" he questioned, raising his voice so it was a bit more than a whisper.

He still let his finger trail up and down Seymour's spine.

"No... why do you think that?" Seymour replied, pushing himself forward in order to evade Auron's touches.

"It's obviously something I've done. You're punishing me." His voice acquired an agitated tone. He rolled onto his back with a rough motion, making his frustration audible.

"It's nothing that you've done, Auron... stop it. If it was, you wouldn't be in this bed." Seymour declared, rolling on his back; he turned his head toward Auron. He couldn't really see the expression on his lover's face, as Auron's lame eye faced him.

The older man grumbled, he could feel his anger beginning to rise without his consent... like something else was taking hold of him... He cleared his throat, wanting to shake his mind of the feeling again. He blinked his one good eye and turned his head on the pillow to face the prude Guado.

Seymour looked at Auron, "Why do you always think that...?" He shook his head, staring at the ceiling.

"Fuck if I know...?" was Auron's only reply as he snapped his face back, so he too, was staring at the ceiling.

Seymour rolled on his side again, "Fine..." He was sick of Auron's attitude at nothing, so he decided that it was better to say nothing. Closing his eyes, he tried to put it from his mind and fall asleep.

The other side of the bed held an Auron that felt like he was losing his mind. His insides writhing and twisting with something still unknown to him... he was so close to figuring it out... on the tip of his tongue... an explanation to his mood changes.

He knew that Seymour was suffering from them... Seymour just didn't want to admit it... Auron sighed and rolled over to Seymour's body. He half way lay atop him, their bare skin making contact under the covers...

Seymour opened his eyes for a moment and sighed, "Why are you getting like this...?" He regretted asking after it was too late.

"This is the second night you've refused me..." He replied, nearly cuddling to Seymour's body.

"I just haven't been in the mood, Auron." Seymour swallowed.

"You'll never be in the mood..." Auron trailed off as his hand wandered down under the sheets to Seymour's groin.

"Not if you keep pestering me when I don't feel like it." Seymour nudged Auron's hand away gently. Auron let out a groan and turned over yet again, giving up.

Seymour sighed, mouthing the words "Forgive me..." and closed his eyes again, trying to fall asleep. So much plagued his mind, and he couldn't figure out what it was.
Just as Seymour's eyes were heavy enough to sleep, he felt the bed stir suddenly; next he heard the covers being tossed, and felt the mattress shift.

Auron got out of bed. His steps were sluggish and loud as he padded to the bathroom. His erection was visible as a bulge under his pants... He shut the door with a small slam.

Seymour sat up and looked toward the door, debating whether or not to approach Auron... Something in the air didn't feel right. Biting his lip nervously, he waited for a moment to see if Auron would walk out, unsure on his next course of action. He stared at the door, blinking the dryness out of his eyes.

He sat waiting for seven minutes it seemed. The anticipation was too much; Seymour rose from the bed, walking over to the door and lightly tapped on it. "Auron...?"

Silence. Auron made no effort to reply to Seymour... The dark haired guardian was standing in front of the mirror... staring into a face he didn't recognize anymore. He knit his brows and slowly reached a hand up to touch his reflection.

He leaned closer to the mirror, paying particular attention to his eye; he noticed that there were green splotches around his pupil, and they were glowing. Auron stepped back from his reflection; frightened.

"Auron...?" Seymour asked, his voice sounding a bit more desperate, "Please answer me..." He couldn't bear to lose Auron, not over this...

For the past three months, Auron's behavior had become erratic. Seymour had never heard such profanity come from Auron's lips before. It was frightening.

Auron shut his eye at Seymour's voice, muffled on the other side of the door. "Go... back to bed, Seymour." Auron said calmly, supporting himself against the sink with his arms.

"Tell me what's going on." Seymour demanded, worry still ringing in his voice. He placed a hand over the door knob, debating whether or not to enter. Something in Auron's voice sounded alien to him...

Auron writhed slightly, his mind getting tired of the repetitive concern in Seymour's voice. He bowed his face and slammed his palm to the door. "I thought I said go back to bed." His voice was laced with venom.

In an instant, Seymour backed away from the door, his eyes narrowed angrily, "I apologize for showing any concern, Auron. Perhaps next time, I'll let you rot!" He turned and walked back to bed, lying down and throwing the covers over him.

Auron snuffed with arrogance and touched the tip of his tongue to his top lip. He felt so odd... like his body was getting fed some sort of raw energy. He felt stronger. He pushed himself away from the sink and stood up straight. He glanced at his reflection one more time, as he did, his mind went blank of all thought. All except for carnal desire.

Auron turned and opened the only barrier between himself and Seymour. He stepped out. Seymour heard the door open, but pretended not to care. The room was slightly dark so Auron ambled slowly toward the bed, as if possessed.

He popped his neck to one side, it made an unnatural sound. His face was bowed down, only exposing some of his open eye, which danced with small green pyre flies.

The guado kept his eyes closed and left his guard down, expecting the guardian to lie down next to him and do what he always did when he was angry with him; ignore him. He swallowed, sating the dryness in his throat, trying not to think about the crack that came from Auron's direction.

Something was wrong, horribly wrong and Seymour knew it. The air grew thick with darkness, and Seymour felt as if he had trouble breathing.

Auron climbed onto the bed, his movements were thick and fluid as he did so. With ease, he tore the covers from Seymour's curled up form on the bed.

"I won't take no for an answer tonight." He cooed wickedly, climbing over top of Seymour, staring down at him. The green pyreflies made themselves invisible to Seymour's eyes, so as to protect whatever dark force was driving Auron on...

"Auron, I'm seriously not in the mood!" Seymour snapped, trying to push Auron off of him, "So don't try to be cute!" Seymour was heavily bothered by Auron's attitude... there was something very wrong in Auron's tone of voice.

Auron remained unmoved from his position. He glared down at the former lord below him. He clenched his jaw muscles and began to unfasten the ties on Seymour's satin pants.

"Did I say that I cared if you were in the mood or not?" He asked, not expecting a pleasant reply. His body grew more and more hungry for the feeling of Seymour's insides...

"Auron, stop it." Seymour demanded, pushing Auron not so gently off of him. The young guado realized that he was afraid... he knew that he couldn't hurt Auron... but was not so sure on vice versa.

The guardian made a hissing noise in the back of his throat and grabbed both of Seymour's wrists in one swoop of his right hand. He caught them and pinned them above his head.

He used his other hand to quickly tug at Seymour's pants... they began to inch down passed his hips... gradually exposing what Auron wanted to see.

"Auron, please stop!" Seymour struggled against Auron's figure, biting his lip, "Auron!?"

Growing ill of Seymour's protests, he bent down and feverishly kissed his lips, bruising the others' in the mad fit. His grip tightened on Seymour's wrists as he finally got the pants down just above his knees.

Auron drove his hand down and squeezed at the taller man's penis. He began to stroke the the tender appendage, coaxing it awake against Seymour's will. He grinned as he felt it begin to grow firm...

Moaning helplessly, Seymour twisted his head to the side, trying to fight the unwanted pleasure as Auron pulled on him. Breaking the kiss he tried using his legs to throw the guardian off of him.

"Damn it, Auron! Stop it!" He whimpered.

Auron countered the demi-guado's thrash and he let go of his erection. He let his wrists go, but not letting him make any movements; he grabbed his shoulders, lifted him, then threw him back down to the bed, which elicited a sharp exhale from the body below.

"Lie still!" Auron's voice was quite wicked now, more grainy than usual. He stared Seymour down, narrowing his eye.

"You're hurting me, Auron!" Seymour grabbed Auron's neck, pushing back with his strength, "Get off of me!" Seymour's eyes narrowed: he would not let Auron know that he was afraid.

Though Seymour's voice could have silence the masses, all it did was make Auron chuckle in his throat. The chuckle heightened to a hoarse laugh, as it bellowed from his chest, a deep, throaty, wicked laugh. The guardian still remained, leaning hungrily over Seymour's mostly naked body.

The youth couldn't stop the shock and fear that covered his face. Swallowing, he stared at Auron... something in his eye scared him... In a state of panic, Seymour tried with everything that he had to get Auron off of him.

He knew Auron was stronger and that there was little that he could do, but he wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"Stop fighting me!" he commanded viciously. He grabbed Seymour's arms and pinned them again, this time across his chest. He then used his free hand to undo the tie around his own black pants. He eagerly climbed out of them and kicked them away. Now they were both naked... and Auron was free to do as he pleased.

Seymour's fear intensified, he'd never been so violated, and what was worse, it was treatment from the very man he loved--But he wouldn't stop struggling. He used most of his strength to keep his thighs tightly shut, and then lifted his head, slamming it into Auron's. He was hoping to disorient the older man for a moment, perhaps to give way for an escape.

Auron's eye was winced shut for a moment... but only a moment. The pain fueled his anger to another height. He growled and lunged his head down where he bit into Seymour's throat. Seymour screamed, arching his back, being careful not to move his head so Auron wouldn't tear the skin from his neck. Still, he struggled... he'd endure physical pain, but not being raped by the man he loved... not like this.

Auron kept his teeth sunk into Seymour's taught flesh. He began to suckle at the fresh wound, swallowing the metallic liquid. He finished kicking off the rest of Seymour's pants with his feet and quickly laid down between Seymour's thighs.

"Auron... please... stop...." Seymour whispered, closing his eyes, trying to fight tears of rage that rushed behind his lids. His body was trembling uncontrollably underneath Auron's body, scared as hell...

Auron smiled with devilish glee as he neared his aching sex toward Seymour's unstretched passage... How he would enjoy the tightness. He could hardly hear any of the noises Seymour was making, all he could hear was a hollow noise, and the sound of his own blood, boiling inside his temples.

Seymour tried once more to break Auron's grip of him and threw his weight upward, clawing at anything he could reach, "Get off of me, Auron!!!!" he screamed, digging his claws into Auron's shoulders.

In response, Auron leaned down and pressed his lips against Seymour's, he bit down onto his lower lip, hard. After that, there was total silence in Auron's mind... no more thrashes, no more breaths... all silence, and then a rush of the deafening beat of his pounding heart.

In an instant, Auron shoved his swelling into Seymour. He groaned lowly in the back of his throat, vocalizing his pleasure. Seymour screamed in pain, collapsing against the bed.

Seymour gave up on getting away, and concentrated on making this as miserable for Auron as he could. He swallowed, closing his eyes as he felt as if Auron would tear him in half.

Auron bit down onto his own tongue as he pulled out. He made no warning, and shoved it back in, he could feel the ribbed muscles of the inner channel tearing. He moaned and repeated his motions. Sweat beading across his forehead and over his shoulders.

Seymour winced as tears trickled over his temples, the pain nearly unbearable as Auron thrust his hips into him... he felt hot blood... his own blood seep from his orifice. All Seymour wanted to do was enjoy Auron as he had in the past, but he couldn't.

He was bleeding from three places and Auron did it willingly... purposely. Emotionally, he suffered more pain now than he did from the bite wound in his neck and lip, or his tattered pride.

Auron began to drive himself harder and harder into Seymour's abused channel, clutching onto the other man's shoulders for more leverage. He moaned with each thrust, bowing his head down.

The youth refused to make a noise, rather, he closed his eyes and lie there as if dead, waiting for Auron to finish pleasuring himself before retiring somewhere in solitude... He wanted to hide; embarrassed and ridiculed.... He licked the blood that trailed down his lip and had to smirk. His life was full of pain, even in death, he couldn't escape it.

Auron's pace quickened, and finally, with a guttural moan, he unloaded his semen deep inside of Seymour's torn body. He panted heavily and raised up just a little, then something invisible struck his mind and rendered him unconscious. He collapsed atop his lover... barely breathing.

Seymour simply lay there, possessing no will to move. The tears had stopped. He waited a long moment, which felt like a lifetime, before pushing Auron away from him. slowly he stood, his hind aching from the pain.

The guado looked down at Auron with weary eyes... the guardian remained stationary, his chest hardly moving from his small breaths.

Seymour collapsed on the floor, shaking violently as his mind tried to grasp what happened. He leaned against the bed and placed his head between his legs, staring at the floor. The physical wounds were nothing... it hurt, but not as much as his head did... Auron betrayed him...

In the silence, Auron's body stirred atop the wrinkled sheets and blankets of the bed, he groaned softly, huffing into the blanket, where his face was pressed against it. With some difficulty, he moved his arms out from their awkward position.

He lifted himself a little and cast a weary auburn eye about the room. He wondered where he was at, then realized he was still in his bedroom... but where was Seymour?

Seymour didn't even hear Auron move, he remained with his head bent down, staring at the floor in silent reverie.

Rubbing his head, and wincing all at once, the scarred guardian looked closely through the darkness of the room, his eye focused on a figure huddled beside the bed.
With careful movements, he crawled over and peeked, "......" He said nothing at first, the air felt a little strange to him; like something was very wrong. He remembered vaguely what had happened, though it seemed as if it had been someone else, or an out of body experience of some sort.

He stared at the back of Seymour's beautiful head and finally spoke, "...Seymour?" his voice was gentle and quiet.

Seymour didn't move, his voice came out barely above a whisper, "...what... now?" He didn't want to be near Auron, but he lacked the strength to get away from him...

Auron furrowed his brow in dismay, leaning back some. "What's wrong...?" he asked, wondering what horrible thing took place while he was gone.

Seymour had to laugh, "What's wrong...? What's wrong?!" He stood slowly again, reaching for his robes that lie on a chair close to the bed, "You have the audacity to ask me that?" he spat, turning his back on the other man.

He was taken aback by Seymour's sudden outburst, then glanced down, and suddenly felt ashamed of being naked. He fumbled around the bed, looking for his pants. He figured they had to be nearby somewhere... he found them and slipped them on, as he stood up from the messy bed.

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't..." Seymour said, turning around, his face covered in sweat and tears. Blood trailed down his neck and shoulder with some smudged around his swollen lips.

"You didn't feel what I did." He tied the robe around his waist and walked toward the bathroom, wiping his chin free of his own crimson liquid.

"Seymour, I..." he bit back on finishing his sentence. He brought his hand up to his mouth; he covered it in shock. He could taste blood...... he could barely see Seymour's figure. He stepped closer, with a look of concern.

Seymour opened the door and turned on the faucet, cupping his hands under the water. He brought the cold liquid to his mouth and washed away the blood from his face. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Auron approached him, he spun toward him and narrowed his eyes, "Stay away from me."

Auron's eye softened to tears when he saw Seymour's face. "Seymour..." he choked, "What... what did I do to you?" he raised a trembling hand toward him, staying in his place though. He didn't know what Seymour would do if he tried to touch him.

"Stop pretending as if you don't know!" Seymour cried out, backing himself into the edge of the tub, closing his eyes tightly. He brought his hands to his face and pressed his temples hard, "Why!?"

"Seymour....... I don't know." he gasped, tears running down the left side of his face..... his whole body trembled as he sank to the floor onto his knees. He choked back a sob as he placed his hands in his lap.

Seymour couldn't stand the sight before him. Strong, dependable Auron in tears... Are you telling me the truth? Seymour wondered, looking at Auron. He slowly moved from the tub and stood, looking down at Auron, "Take the wounds, your nudity and your sweat... and guess." he whispered.

Auron froze for a moment... then all at once, he broke down into a frightened fit of sobs. He wrapped his arms around himself, rocking. He hadn't been this way since he lost both of his parents to Sin... many years ago. "I did this...... I did this...." he repeated, as his old self just shattered before Seymour's very eyes.

Seymour collapsed next to Auron, laying his head against Auron's shoulder, "What's happening to you...?" He slowly wrapped his long arms around Auron, closing his eyes, "Stop this... Auron..."

Auron started into hysterical cries when Seymour touched him... he turned and buried his face into Seymour's shoulder, letting out heaving sobs of desperation...

"Auron...!" Seymour sobbed with him... he couldn't stand this pain, he couldn't bear seeing his love tortured like this, breaking down in front of Auron, Seymour lifted his lover from his shoulder and looked at him "I still love you Auron...! Stop this, please..."

Auron seemed like a child that had just had their favorite toy in the world taken away. He looked at Seymour with an expression of pure confusion and sadness. He couldn't speak, his throat was raw from his sobs, that were now turning into violent hiccups, from lack of deep breaths.

Seymour leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, "I love you..." he whispered, trying hard to avoid crying out in anguish. "Please, Auron..." He lifted a clawed hand up, wiping away Auron's tear stained cheek.

Auron took a few short breaths, which were accompanied by a fit of short sniffs. His whole frame trembled as he tried to look into Seymour's eyes... he tried to tell him the truth, through his one... single eye.

"Auron... what's happening to you...?" Seymour stared at him, tears still falling from his eyes, rolling down his high cheekbones, tracing the veins that accompanied his guado features. Leaning forward, he kissed Auron, holding the back of the guardian's neck. Auron desperately clasped his left hand to the side of Seymour's head, holding it there with the kiss...... his crying started up again, as he continued to tremble.

"I'm sorry, Auron... I'm sorry!" Seymour repeated between kissing Auron's lips. He blamed himself for it all... he brought his own pain upon himself, and now Auron was trapped in his dementia. His hell below the Farplane.

Auron's eye opened, he looked steadily at Seymour. "No....... it isn't your fault..." he swallowed the lump that had been there the whole time, encouraging his tears. "I'm..." he paused... he just couldn't tell Seymour. He couldn't, but it would be the only way he could save Seymour from his guilt, his never ending carousel of grief. Auron whimpered, "Seymour, I'm... fading..." he gasped once more, temporarily losing his voice.

"No..." he whispered, clutching at his guardian, the only man who could ever save his sanity, and who did... "You can't!" he cried out, erupting into tears again, "You can't leave me!"

"Seymour..." Auron murmured, embracing his lover tightly into his arms.

Seymour couldn't stop the tears that flowed from his eyes. He clutched at the older man desperately, "Don't leave me! You can't leave me like this! Not like this, Auron! No!"

"I can't stay any longer... look at what I'm doing to you. Sleep Seymour... but do not dream of me... let me go."

Seymour stared at him for a moment. He didn't know what to say or to do... he knew he'd been dreaming for years, two years exactly. And all of that time where Auron was changing, it was Seymour's mind playing the cards.

Auron wrapped his arms around his lover, and rested his head against his shoulder. "I hate myself. I hate myself that I couldn't choose you over everything else." he spoke, his voice a whisper.

"This is my hell......" Seymour swallowed. He rested his head against Auron, wrapping his arms around his love, "...I love you." he whispered softly, shedding his last tear as he closed his eyes for good.

Within seconds, Auron's body began to fade and scatter into pyreflies. Seymour's dream returned to its gray, hollow universe, where Auron didn't exist; because he was the only thing that had really mattered to him before he died.

"To the Farplane, Auron. This is my punishment... my hellplane."

Life is but a passing dream...... but the death that follows is eternal.