Why?

Why?

He was vengeful; he was cold; he was cruel… This is why he was like this… And why he wanted him… And why things changed… Seymour/Tidus Wow! Tidus is actually not being raped! Alt. Reality.

Yeah, almost every fic out there featuring Tidus and Seymour has Seymour raping Tidus, so I kind of switched it around. No, Tidus does not rape Seymour, but uh… yeah… I’m not gonna spoil anymore. I spent a fucking week on this thing (I usually spend a few days at most on stuff), so I worked pretty continuously on this. Just shy of 50,000 words! Twenty-three pages! My longest yet!

I hope you guys enjoy!

Why?

It had been so perfect. He had planned everything perfectly. Seymour had laid out his initial plans, and even contingency plans. He was going to bring an end to all suffering and bring peace to Spira… To end evil and pain, so that no one may have to ever be hurt like he had been ever again… And he would do it by killing everything. But there were steps that had to be taken, steps that involved a certain summoner. So Seymour prepared, intending to do anything to reach his goal, just as he had always done. However, as Seymour quickly learned, plans had a habit of going astray…

And it all started that day when he disembarked from the ship. At first, he simply noticed him, he looked strange, his clothing was peculiar… He seemed to lack respect.

But for some reason Seymour remembered him… Tidus. Just a face, the face of a young man still very much in the prime of his youth. Powerful, energetic, and resilient. The boy with his strange styled blonde hair left only a vague impression on Seymour that lasted only for a few moments before he was distracted with important matters. Tidus was all forgotten.

But then Seymour had been graced once again by the blonde boy. He was on the Aurochs? So he was a blitzball player. Blitzball had never been a sport Seymour cared for. It was dull and unentertaining. But when he emerged Seymour’s eyes zeroed in on his lithe body gliding through the water as if he’d lived in it a lifetime. Perhaps the game would be a little more amusing; after a brief intermission that is.

Just as Seymour planned, they were flooded with monsters as soon as the two met. It was a little surprising that small bout of annoyance Seymour felt since the attack was orchestrated by him to get Yuna’s attention. Of course, that was before the blonde boy appeared again. When the chaos grew out of hand Seymour quickly summoned his most powerful aeon, Anima, to quickly put down the attack and gain Yuna’s attention, just as he’d intended. When all was quiet and calmed down, Maester Mika calmed everyone down and the games were once again resumed.

Seymour, surprisingly, found himself watching the game with rapt attention. Not that he cared for the teams, but he found a deep, disturbing to him, fondness for Tidus. He watched the young player demonstrate incredible skill and power with tackles and steals, agility to dodge, and scoring points from at times almost across the field. And then he did… Something amazing.

Seymour watched as Tidus kicked the ball out of the water and swam up and out, propelling himself high into the bright sunlight. Seymour’s lungs locked in place as he watched the backdrop of the golden light outline Tidus’ perfect physique. Tidus flipped and hit the ball hard just as it was finally reaching him and threw it with a powerful blast into the other team’s goal. When Tidus plummeted back into the water all the Aurochs out were huddling around him excitedly. The display had been so miraculous that the other team had gone completely still till the last twenty or so seconds finally ran out and the Aurochs were declared the victors.

It was…. Stunning. For the first time, when Seymour left the box, he felt almost satisfied. And it was all because of that boy.


‘That boy… What was his name?’ Seymour frowned. He’d never heard his name spoken, but his face was forever burned into his memory. Deciding to congratulate the Aurochs personally, and get to speak to the boy, Seymour made it down to the locker rooms in secret. Just in the hall, Seymour heard the sound of his laugh and saw as he group hugged his teammates, a dashing, boyish grin that lit up his face unlike anything in all Spira.

Seymour felt something in his chest almost explode. Touching his chest in shock Seymour stared at himself, his eyes slightly wide. What had just happened?

“That was an awesome game guys!” Seymour felt his heart tremble. What was this boy doing to him?

“Maester Seymour sir!” Seymour quickly righted himself to see the captain of the team staring at him with wonder-stricken eyes. The whole team, even the boy looked at him in surprise. Seymour smiled.

“Greetings.” Seymour nodded, eyes looking over all the faces but still not being able to help but notice how much his eyes were drawn to Tidus.

“Wh-what brings you down here, sir?” Wakka humbled.

“I wanted to personally congratulate you. It was a very good game.” For once, Seymour actually said what he felt instead of a saccharine lie.

“Thanks!” Tidus yelled from where he was and Seymour took the opportunity presented.

“That reminds me… I don’t believe I’ve seen you on this team before. You’re new aren’t you?” Tidus nodded when Wakka walked back and pulled Tidus forward against him, almost making the blonde trip.

“Yeah! This one’s new all right, and a fire cracker.” It was easy to tell how excited and honored Wakka was. Seymour nodded.

“Your name?” Tidus shoved against Wakka until the red head let go and pointed at himself with his thumb in a cocky manner.

“Tidus.” Was his “cool” reply. Seymour fought the twitches of a smile and succeeded with a light tweak of his lips.

“You played a very good game.” Seymour said directly toward Tidus before turning to the group.

“You all did.” With a light nod of his head Seymour watched as everyone but Tidus bowed. But it was quickly remedied when Wakka grabbed Tidus’ head and pulled him down into a bow.

“Thank you so much for your gracious words, Maester.” Seymour nodded.

“Carry on then.” With that as his goodbye, Seymour turned and left.


“Come on! Why didn’t you bow?! You know how disrespectful that was, ya?!” Tidus crossed his arms.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m still not remembering everything right.” It sounded lame, even to Tidus. But Wakka bought it. Tidus was both glad and guilty that Wakka was so gullible.

“Well you just try and remember to start doin’ that. You gotta show respect, ya?” Tidus nodded and Wakka ruffled his hair.

“Hey!” Tidus squirmed away. Just then Yuna and the others walked in, followed by none other than Auron, the same Auron that he’d known growing up, the same one, responsible for this whole mess. Tidus had some talking to do with him.

“Sin… Is Jecht? …My old man?” Tidus still could hardly believe it.

“Why? Why me?” Auron was quiet a moment.

“Because you are the one he wants to end it all.” Tidus looked up at Auron in horror.

“E-end it all? Y-you mean, like kill him?” Auron nodded.

“It’s the only way.” Tidus grabbed his hair.

“Why?! Why did it have to be me?! Why my old man?!” Tidus was reaching a breaking point. Just how much more screwed up could his life get?

“It’s just the way things happened. Remember, this is-“

“My story?! Screw my story! I wanna go home! I want my life back! You stole it from me! You stole everything!” Tidus screamed and Auron took it all. He knew this was hard.

“I don’t wanna go! I don’t! What if I just give up!? Huh?! What if I just stay here and get recruited for another team?!” Auron was silent still. Tidus moaned in woe.

“But I can’t, can I?”

“It’s up to you.” Tidus glared at Auron.

“No it’s not! This is rigged! It’s been set-up since day one! I don’t have a choice! I have to go! You know it! Why are you saying things like that!” Tidus sank down onto his knees.

“I just… Wanted to live a normal life. Play Blitzball, have fun, you know… Normal stuff. But instead, what I get is this…” Auron put his hand on Tidus’ shoulder.

“I’m afraid the fates chose your path long ago.” Tidus sneered at the religious affiliation.

“Fine. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”

Seymour stood behind a Guado with a torch. The two were in a dark, damp, narrow rock carved tunnel. The only sound that could be heard was the slow steady drip of water, but once the heavy iron door slid open by a guard, there was a deep low grating noise, followed by the sound of dragging chain across the earth. Taking the torch off the wall by the cell door Seymour ducked under the low frame and into a mold prison cell deep beneath Guadosalam. The door was closed behind Seymour was he stepped deeper into the room and the light of his torch fell over the form of a battered, shaking, and malnourished green-haired Guado. The look in Seymour’s face was disturbingly malignant.

“I think I’ve decided what will be your chore today.” Seymour’s voice was sickly cruel. Not cold, but filled with passionate hate. Almost a sneer, as if he’d spit on the man any moment. The shaking form curled into a tighter ball.

“You’ll move all those rocks again to where they were yesterday.” A twisted, sick smile graced Seymour’s lips. Seymour relished this. In actuality, the chores were always the same, moving a three-ton pile of rocks from one side of a large chamber to the other side. Seymour even sometimes had more rocks added. But all the same, Seymour loved relaying the news. It was very rare that Seymour gave him something different to do. The man only did one of two things. Move rocks, or let himself be taken to the torture chamber. He was living in exactly what Seymour wanted-Hell.

“Tell me you’re sorry and maybe I’ll lighten the load.” A low, shaking, weak, voice sobbed.

“Tell me.” Seymour ordered and the man trembled harder.

“I-I’m sor…”

“Louder!” Seymour growled.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Sorry!” Seymour stood and left the cell, the man still screaming sorry at the top of his lungs like he always did. He’d do it until his voice died.

“Make sure he works hard.” The guard nodded as Seymour replaced the torch on the wall and followed the other Guado that had led him to the chamber, out.

Seymour was not weak. He was not “dirty blood”. Seymour had dealt with the ridicule and social separation his entire childhood. It was no surprise that by adulthood Seymour would become cold, angry, and ambitious to prove himself better than all, that he’d develop some kind of complex after all the tragedies in his life. His childhood had been unbearable, and unfair. But of course, life was never fair. The biggest blow had been his mother’s sacrifice. Since Seymour’s father, Jyscal, had married a human woman and he was conceived, his life had been doomed. Seymour hated how his father almost seemed to turn a blind eye to his troubles. Acting as if they’d just fade away. Instead of focusing on the prejudice at home, he focused on the prejudice out in the world. A little backwards in Seymour’s opinion. His father had banished Seymour and his mother to Baaj were she grew deathly ill till she took her own life on the steps of the temple in Baaj to get Seymour the same very aeon that he treasured to this day-Anima. That had been a great tragedy for the young, nine year-old boy.

But Seymour, even as a small boy was strong, prideful, and stubborn. He endured, believing that if he worked hard enough, when he proved himself an asset, that he’d be accepted, and that his mother’s name would be redeemed. The years ticked by with Seymour and his nose in books, continuously studying until he was finally accepted to the religious school of Yevon. That’s when he met him…

“Young man, born of both Guado and Human, I see a spark in you.” The green-haired priest smiled pleasantly down at Seymour. He had been a skinny boy of twelve then. Seymour took in the full honor of his words and humbled himself deeply.

Seymour excelled in school. His wit was sharp, lofty, and resourceful. By fifteen Seymour was at the top of the school, shining like the brightest star in Spira’s northern sky. He outdid all, and proudly worked for his title. Seymour had grown close to the priest over the years, Aradon. When Seymour was having troubles, he confided, when he wanted to talk intellectually, Aradon was there. Aradon was Seymour’s one and only friend among a school of rivals that envied him and spat on him because of his lineage.

When Seymour was finally accepted for his accession into priesthood, to become a monk in line for the title of Maester, chaos erupted. Some declared that he was being accepted because of pity or political reasons since he was a half-breed. Some argued that it was because of his famous father pulling strings. But none were true. Seymour was the best of the best, and underneath it all, all knew. There was no one that could deny to themselves Seymour’s perfection of mind. That he was the best of the best in the school. Despite all this, Seymour used to laugh; he used to smile, though the occasions were rare and only in private, usually with Aradon.

But on the day of his accession, everything changed for Seymour. It was the day, any love in his heart-died. The ceremony had been adrenaline pumping for Seymour, who proudly accepted his cloth among others, and stood before a wide audience of his peers. Yes, he had conquered. Through blood and sweat he had worked to this point. Sixteen and much to envy. Seymour was glowing.

But when Seymour had gone to see Aradon the man was surprisingly-drunk. A taboo for someone in his position. Seymour had suspected that something had been wrong and went to the man’s aid. At sixteen he had still been rather small, and it became quite apparent when Aradon knocked Seymour to the ground. It had been the utter worst humiliation. Aradon had raped him. And while indulging himself had let the truth fly from his disgusting lips. How much he abhorred Seymour and his human stench. How arrogant and weak he was, how self-centered…

Seymour was left broken on the floor, his only friend to be found to have really only hated him. Seymour… Cried. He let himself sob until he had nothing let to cry, until his eyes were unable to cry, vowing that he would never again shed another tear, and he vowed, to one day have his revenge. That was the day that Seymour changed. Seymour grew malignant toward all, silently but disturbingly killing all in his mind.

Seymour avoided Aradon the rest of his schooling, and when he graduated from school, a Maester’s disciple, Seymour left with his held high in esteem.

However, things had gone poorly when he returned home. Seymour immediately sought legal action, it had only been a few years, and the stature of limitation wasn’t up. Seymour would not have dared try to get Aradon while still in school. Life would have been a nightmare then. Seymour was almost at the pinnacle of greatness and just a little from his goal. When Seymour confronted his father about Aradon, his own father, ignored him. Try as he might many times, he couldn’t get anyone to pay any attention to him. Nothing had changed! Nothing at all! In a rage, Seymour confronted his father.

Jyscal finally acknowledged Seymour’s demands but told him to let it go. To forgive. That was the great thing that man and Guado alike were capable of doing. Something that made them special in the eyes of Yevon. But no, Seymour would not forgive. Never! The confrontation escalated until Seymour was forced out of his father’s study by guards. Seymour forever hated his father, almost as much, if not more, than he hated Aradon. After that, Seymour began to look at life with hate and malice.

When he finally became acquainted to Maester Mika, the man surprised him by peering into his heart, into his very soul. He recognized what Seymour felt, and how twisted he had become. At first Seymour was aghast when Mika suggested he take his revenge on them both. That no one would know, and that he’d naturally be promoted to Maester, he was an obvious choice. He could have everything he had ever dreamed, and what he rightfully deserved after all his pain.

Strangely, it took no time at all for him to make up his mind. He had thought, that even if his mind wanted to, that he physically wouldn’t be able to, but that dagger… As he stood behind his father’s older figure, was so comfortable in his hands. He wasn’t tensed, or even nervous. He was… Calm. When Jyscal turned around, Seymour’s blade buried into his stomach and Jyscal fell to his demise in horror, staring up at his son’s cold expression. If only he’d shown more heart to his only son. If only he’d been a better father.

And then, in the cover of night, while Seymour took total control over Guadosalam, Aradon was captured and thrown into the underground prison, where he still sat to this day. The very same man Seymour made sure suffered hell for as long as he lived.

Seymour shook his head at his desk, ridding it of unpleasant memories. But as soon as he pushed those thoughts away, thoughts of Tidus quickly swam to the surface, stubborn and unrelenting. Seymour tapped his pen on his desk, unable to concentrate. The boy was so pure… He looked so sweet, like he might taste… Seymour felt like he’d become obsessed. Over this time period of months since he’d seen Tidus, his attraction, his want, for the boy had grown. Why was that? Was it because he seemed so pure? So… Untainted? Could that boy soothe away the festering wounds that raped him like a cruel malignancy? Seymour sighed and set his pen down when there was a knock on his door.

“You may enter.” Tromell entered with a polite bow.

“Preparations are ready for you to join Operation Mi'ihen.” Seymour nodded and stood. He had other things to worry about rather than dwell on Tidus.

“Very well. We’ll leave immediately.” With any luck, Yuna and her guardians, with Tidus, will not be heading through yet… It was strange. Before, he would have hoped that she’d be there. After all, he had to get her interest to carry out his plans, but now everything had changed with the coming of that boy.

‘Tidus….’ The name was foreign, definitely. Not like anything Seymour had ever heard. It had a very sharp sound that required higher tones to be spoken… It was… Pleasant to say. The way it rolled around on Seymour’s tongue was almost sweet.

The trip had been an arduous one with monsters attacking frequently, but not even them deterred Seymour’s thoughts. He constantly had to redirect his thoughts to the operation, and from the boy. Seymour sighed and ran his long fingers through his deep blue hair.

‘You won’t ever leave me alone, will you?’ Goal wise, he should have sought out Yuna, thought about Yuna, but instead Seymour found himself ridiculously attracted to her young, spunky guardian.

Seymour paused when he heard Tidus’ voice above everyone else’s, complaining about their passage being blocked and being hungry and tired. He was quickly hushed when Seymour made his appearance. It was like Seymour’s face had become magnetized to Tidus’. For as soon as he saw them all, his eyes locked onto Tidus. After a brief moment Tidus quirked a brow and looked around him, trying to see what on earth Seymour could be staring at him so much for. That being the cue to stop, Seymour spoke softly.

“Is there something wrong?” Yuna bowed humbly.

“It’s just… Maester Seymour sir… Our passage through…” Seymour nodded and quickly walked through the group with his two attendants on either side of him.

“I understand. Let me take care of this.”


Tidus watched Seymour and crossed his arms. That had been… Weird. What was that staring all about? Tidus turned toward Wakka.

“I don’t have anything on my face do I?” Wakka scratched through his hair.

“Uh, no?”

“Hm.” Tidus looked back at Seymour. Now that he was getting a good look at the man, well, he had gotten an eyeful when Seymour disembarked and when he had unleashed that crazy ass powerful aeon, and even down in the locker rooms. But somehow he seemed… Different here. He was seemed a lot more human, reachable. He didn’t seem like he was some great divinity, like he was just a man. For some reason it just seemed… Weird.

A strange chill raced down Tidus’ spine as he watched Seymour, though not as strong as the chill he’d felt when Seymour had stared at him earlier, and his heart fluttered. Damn it. Tidus didn’t know what was wrong with him, but ever since he first saw Seymour he had been feeling… Strange. Was it fear or excitement, Tidus didn’t know. But every time he was close to him, he suddenly felt very edgy, maybe even nervous. Why? Tidus wish he knew.

Seymour turned toward them again and Tidus stood at attention, hoping that Seymour hadn’t seen him seen him staring. That would have been humiliating. Of course, even if he did notice, he probably wouldn’t say anything to Tidus or anything. He seemed to only have interest in Yuna for the most part, though at times Tidus wondered, like when he had earlier stared at Tidus and seemed to make him the center of attention.

“It is done. You all have clearance now.” Yuna bowed her head and smiled warmly.

“Thank you so much.” Seymour smiled but Tidus noticed that the smile had a strange… Forced look to it. But at the same time, it almost looked suspicious.

“I suppose we can go to the command center together?” Yuna nodded to Seymour.

“Yes, we’d be honored.” Seymour looked up and once again his eyes landed on Tidus. That smile tweaked a little. Now Tidus was certain, Seymour was looking directly into his eyes. A strange thrill raced down Tidus’ spine. Why was he looking at him like that? And why did Tidus’ legs suddenly want to propel him forward?

“Everyone.” While everyone looked at Yuna, Tidus found himself trapped in Seymour’s imploring gaze. A gaze that demanded his attention. Tidus swallowed thickly and Seymour’s eyes blinked, long dark lashes fanning the air.

“Well then, I shall lead the way.” Seymour abruptly broke the stare down as soon as he felt Yuna start to look at him and turned toward the now open path. Everyone fell behind him and his two retainers.

As soon as Seymour began his conversation with the guard he felt Tidus’ eyes on him, wandering his body. Oh, if only he hadn’t done that. It took effort for Seymour to articulate his words correctly. What in all of Yevon could give that boy the power to do that? When he was finished he turned toward Yuna and her troupe.

“It is done. You all have clearance now.” When everyone looked to their speaking summoner Seymour decided to get another good look at Tidus, feeling a delighted chill when he caught the boy staring at him. Locking eyes he effortlessly trapped the blonde. He looked so innocent, so… Ripe.

Ah… That smell… Seymour felt something in his gut stir and suddenly what had been a mild fascination and interest bloomed into intense desire. Adrenaline suddenly coursed trough Seymour’s veins as he watched Tidus shift a little nervously on his feet, but eyes never leaving Seymour’s own. He looked a bit bashful and embarrassed, a bit nervous as well. Seymour smirked.


As Seymour led the way he let his mind ponder. So many unexpected things had been occurring since he’d seen Tidus, been around him. What could be the cause? Seymour had gone through his life never wanting anyone, never holding anyone in any kind of passion. So why was he so inevitably drawn to Tidus? Why? And that smell… Seymour had never noticed it before…Could he be smelling Tidus’ attraction for him? Seymour would like to fancy the idea, but the fact of the matter was, was that really possible? Being half human made a lot of things physically unstable in Seymour. He wasn’t as resilient in aging and healing as most Guado were, and his sense of smell and sight weren’t as sharp… But could one’s sense of smell suddenly grow sharp? Or could the strong wind simply be carrying the scent of whatever oils Tidus was using over to him? But did that explain why Seymour suddenly wanted to have Tidus in his arms? He hardly knew the boy, and yet he was plagued by him almost day and night.


Tidus stood overlooking the ocean from the front of the camp. It had been pretty hectic after it had been discovered that they were using machina to try and fight Sin. His old man. Wakka had went ape-shit and it took a lot for him to calm down. Now everyone was resting up, waiting for the big fight they knew was coming. It’s not like Sin would be defeated now; even Tidus knew that. It was too easy. Yuna needed all the aeons, right? Tidus crossed his arms and sighed. If only thing’s could end here… Crossing his arms and looking down Tidus awed when he saw the ocean crashing up on the beach below. It was pretty.

“If you get too close you’ll fall.” Tidus gasped and jumped, right back into a taller body behind him. Instantly hands were on him, steadying him, one on his hip and another on his opposite arm. Craning his head up Tidus saw what his head already told him was there, after all, who could ever mistake that surprisingly sexy, deep voice? Tidus swallowed, his protruding Adams Apple sliding as he stared up at Seymour.

“Uh… Yeah…” Seymour… Smiled. It was a little weird because it wasn’t quite the kind of smirk Tidus was used to, but still not quite a nice smile either.

“Wh-what brings you here?” Seymour released Tidus’ arm but kept his other hand on Tidus’ hip, which made Tidus nervous.

“I noticed you were here.”

“Oh…” It was quiet a moment and Tidus’ mind began to race. Just what was Seymour doing here?! Wasn’t he needed for important stuff?! And what about Yuna? Tidus had thought he might have detected a hint of an attraction on Seymour’s part.

“I’ve been watching you.” A chill raced down Tidus’ spine and his heart and stomach fluttered.

“O-oh… You have?” Seymour nodded, using his free hand to run his fingers through Tidus’ hair. Okay, this was a little too intimate…

“I noticed you’ve been watching me too.” Tidus swallowed. Fuck. He had really been hoping Seymour hadn’t noticed. But all he was trying to do was make sense of the weird feelings he was having around the Guado!

“And you… Smell good.” Tidus tensed when Seymour leaned down till he was level with Tidus and sniffed his neck.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you were trying to lure me.” Tidus gasped and Seymour chuckled.

“Wh-what?!”

“Shh… I’m just teasing.” Tidus swallowed again.

“But you do smell good. What oils are you using?”

“Uh… What?”

“Fragrances?” Seymour quirked a brow.

“Um… None. Wakka tells me I smell like armpit all the time.” Seymour pressed his nose into Tidus’ neck again and groaned; Tidus’ heart started racing.

“Strange… Could it be…” Seymour trailed off.

“Be… What?” Seymour hummed and Tidus swallowed. Tidus gasped when Seymour turned him around on his feet to face him and leaned down till his forehead touched Tidus’.

“Why not tell me how this feels?” Seymour stroked down Tidus’ cheek and he shivered. What was going on with his body? Why was this happening? This was so weird, so sudden. Tidus stopped breathing when Seymour lowered and pressed his lips gently to Tidus’. It exploded. Something in Tidus’ brain felt like it just exploded and his body was on fire. It burned everywhere, through his veins and across his skin and filling his cock with a burning need. Wrapping his arms around Seymour’s neck in a flurry of sudden emotion Tidus kissed Seymour back on the lips with an energized passion. Seymour groaned and opened his mouth to find Tidus already opening his and slid his tongue into a completely pliant mouth. Feeling around and dancing against Tidus’ tongue sensually Seymour felt a powerful tremor race through his body, filling him with a sudden, intense want. Seymour felt himself harden in lust.

Picking Tidus up Seymour pressed the smaller blonde to his body. Tidus’ legs immediately wound around his torso and held on tight, pressing his erection against Seymour’s abdomen and moaning. Seymour’s brain almost completely switched off. One hand gripping Tidus’ ass to support him and another gripping his jaw; Seymour moved his mouth harder against the boy. Using all the strength in his hand supporting Tidus Seymour ran his fingers sensually down Tidus’ exposed body, feeling out the well muscled skin before dipping his hand just beneath the waistband of Tidus’ pants. In reaction Tidus’ hips thrust against Seymour and Seymour growled as he quickly worked the pants loose while Tidus started to rub in mindless euphoria.

Once inside Seymour grabbed the blonde and gave a firm squeeze, earning a deep groan in his mouth. Smirking, Seymour resituated Tidus who held on tighter to Seymour and started to pump the thick, engorged shaft. Tidus interchanged between gasps and moans from both the position, the reality of what was going on, and just the feeling of Seymour himself, his very presence invading every pore of his body. Tidus shuttered and his cock twitched. His hips jerked when hot semen spurted out from him, all over Seymour’s hand and the inside of Tidus’ boxers with a devoured cry into Seymour’s mouth. When Tidus came down from his orgasm he sagged against Seymour, his kiss becoming a bit sloppy.

When the two finally broke Tidus was dizzy and out of breath, but he felt a strange, comfortable heat settling into his body in Seymour’s arms. Panting, Tidus leaned his head against Seymour’s shoulder.

“Wh-what just happened?” Seymour smiled more earnestly and kissed Tidus’ forehead.

“Come with me and I’ll show you.” Seymour purred sensually and Tidus felt his cock twitch again. Tidus groaned, earning a similar reaction from Seymour. Setting the young man onto his feet Seymour motioned for Tidus to follow him as he brought his hand up and began to lick it clean. Tidus was instantly hard again as he watched Seymour absently clean his hand. When Seymour began to walk Tidus fell in step behind him, quickly fixing his pants. It was interesting that no one seemed to think what was going on was weird. No one asked why Tidus was with him, or why Seymour was cleaning his hand up with his mouth. It made Tidus a little nervous and he found himself looking this way and that.

As Tidus followed he realized that he was willingly following another man after the both of them pretty much made out (and he’d been given a hand job). It was kind of funny, Tidus thought he was straight; he did kind of like Yuna before… But now that he had gotten a taste of Seymour it was like every girl Tidus had ever liked suddenly became nothing. Nothing more than acquaintances, and maybe even mistakes. Tidus felt his adrenaline pump and his heart flutter again when he thought of Seymour, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his body, and the smell of his breath. How heavenly that climax had been. It was like Tidus was being brainwashed or something.

At that moment Tidus felt a wave of shame and paused just outside a large tent that seemed to privately belong to Seymour as his two retainers stood on either side of the opening like guards. Tidus wasn’t a virgin. He’d done it with a few girls, not a tremendous lot, but still… Tidus suddenly felt like he never should have done that, like he’d wronged Seymour. Like, how did this religion work here in Spira? It seemed like homosexuality was okay, since Seymour acted so casual about it, but was it okay to loose your virginity before marriage?

‘What the hell? It’s not like Seymour and I are getting married.’ What difference did it make? Why did he suddenly have to feel guilty for stuff in the past? For stuff he did long before he even came to Spira! That made no sense! Tidus looked up to see Seymour standing at the opening and quirking a brow at him.

“You look like you’re thinking on something that upsets you.” Tidus looked down to his feet, but as soon as he saw Seymour open his arms Tidus robotically went into them and let Seymour envelope in him into a snug, comfortable embrace. Nodding to his two retainers, Seymour closed the flaps and tied them closed from behind. Looking down and smiling gently at the human hugging him, Seymour gently traced the shell of Tidus’ ear with the end of a sharp nail.

“If you fear, we can stop.” Tidus hesitated before nodding.

“I’m okay for now… It’s just…” Seymour pulled Tidus back and showed him to the particularly nice, big bed for a tent. Probably because he was a Maester after all. Sitting Tidus down Seymour sat down next to him. Truthfully, Seymour didn’t want to wait. He wanted to do it now, but if Tidus was nervous or scared, or upset like he seemed, he’d simply have to work it out. Seymour would never, ever become like Aradon. He wouldn’t force Tidus. Even though his body thrummed with desire and tingled with want, he’d wait. After all, what was the point in forcing one’s destined partner? As it now turns out, Seymour could smell out his destined partner. An ability he had long thought he lacked in being half human. Apparently not. It wasn’t oils he was smelling, it was Tidus’ own natural scent luring him in, waving a flag to get Seymour to notice and come and take him. It was calling for him. Now Seymour’s insane attraction made sense.

“What’s wrong?” Tidus shifted uneasily and his head bowed in almost what appeared to be shame.

“I dunno why I feel this way.” Seymour instantly saw what he thought the problem was.

“I suppose you are unfamiliar with Guado culture.”

“Uh… I’m unfamiliar with everything.” Tidus admitted and Seymour paused.

“You see…” Was Tidus really going to use the same excuse he always used? Sin toxin again? But then, Tidus didn’t want to lie, not to Seymour. Whatever it was that exploded in Tidus’ head was really fucking him up. It was like he was madly in love, but he barely knew the guy! So he couldn’t be in love, right?

“Okay.” Tidus stood up in front of Seymour.

“Okay,” Tidus looked directly into Seymour’s eyes and regretted it when he felt another wave of want course through his body and his cock twitched. Seymour smirked but dropped it quickly, it wasn’t the time to tease Tidus, though apparently his body desperately wanted to be bound to its partner.

“Look, here’s the thing. You probably won’t believe me, nobody does. But here it goes.” Tidus took a deep breath.

“I’m from Zanarkand.” Seymour quirked a brow.

“Is that all?” Tidus shook his head.

“Not… The Zanarkand you know… Not the one in ruins… Well, technically, it is the ruins but uh… It’s the Zanarkand from a thousand years ago…. The one where people lived with machina, back when the city was alive.” Tidus paused, knowing he sounded like a rambling idiot.

“Okay, let’s try this… I’m Tidus, son of Jecht.” Seymour started at the name but said nothing.

“My old man was a famous Blitzball player for the Zanarkand Abes. He disappeared when I was small. When I grew up I also joined the Zanarkand Abes. During a game Sin, no one had ever even seen or heard of Sin before, came. It attacked Zanarkand and destroyed everything. I uh… Got swallowed up by it, and when I woke up, I was here.” Tidus took in a deep breath and waited, holding his breath as he watched the emotions cross Seymour’s face.

“So you say, you are from the past? A thousand years?” Tidus nodded.

“And that you are Sir Jecht’s son?” Tidus nodded again. Seymour reached out and touched Tidus’ cheek.

“Then it must have been destiny for you to come to Spira, time traveler.” Seymour smiled and Tidus froze in surprise. Seriously? Was that all the reaction he was going to get? Not that Tidus knew what to expect, but just this? Seymour grabbed Tidus’ arms and gently pulled the blonde over and onto his lap.

“For you see, for a Guado, there is only that one someone. If that someone isn’t found, he will be fated to live out the rest of his life, incomplete.”

“Huh?” Seymour smiled in humor.

“Hush.” Tidus nodded.

“You see; you are my destined partner, and I, yours. If you hadn’t come to this time, then we never would have been complete.” Okay, Tidus kind of got it, but he didn’t want to get all intellectual about it. It was too crazy. Everything here was crazy! Seymour chuckled and kissed Tidus’ lips.

“So I’m your… Destined partner? So that’s why…” Tidus’ cheeks flushed. Seymour smirked devilishly.

“Indeed.”

“So that’s why I suddenly like you so much…” Tidus jumped.

“Not that I didn’t like you before! I just… had never seen a Guado before.”

“And I looked strange.” Tidus’ face went deep red.

“N-n-no-NO!” Tidus defended rather miserably. Seymour chuckled and kissed Tidus’ lips again, effectively silencing him.

“You should probably stop talking before you dig yourself into any deeper of a ditch.”

“A ditch?” Seymour smirked teasingly.

“Yes, a ditch.” Tidus frowned and hung his head.

“I like you a lot now… And I liked you before too… It was just…”

“Blue hair?” Tidus nodded and Seymour chuckled before leaning forward and licking Tidus’ lips.

“Sorry.” Tidus mumbled, the opening of his lips giving Seymour a chance to slip his tongue inside and brush against Tidus’. Closing his eyes Tidus let himself melt into Seymour and moved his tongue against Seymour’s. Seymour’s held Tidus and slid him back and onto the bedding. Breaking the kiss Seymour leered at the blonde who’s cheeks flushed red when he recognized the undressing look in Seymour’s hungry eyes. Reaching up, Tidus touched Seymour’s chest.

“Uh… Is-is it okay that I’m not a…” Tidus’ face went redder.

“Virgin.” Seymour leaned down and kissed those cute, thin lips.

“They mean nothing now, right?” Tidus blushed harder.

“Yeah… But I’ve never… Done it, before, with a guy.” Seymour smirked and kissed his lips again while making a low, sensual shushing noise.

“I’m not exactly what you’d call a virgin either.” Tidus stared up at Seymour in surprise as Seymour started to trail his hands down Tidus’ body once again, scoping out what would very soon become his and his alone.

“I thought-“ Seymour gently clasped his hand over Tidus’ mouth.

“Do you want to do this now and talk later?” For the first time, it seemed to finally dawn on Tidus that Seymour had been extremely patient with his nervous talking and listening to his insecurities and whatever the fuck else he’d come up with. Tidus wanted to kick himself. Why the hell was he suddenly so insecure anyway?

Tidus relaxed and nodded. Smirking, Seymour sat back, unbuttoned and unzipped Tidus’ pants before sliding them down those wonderfully toned, tan legs. Pulling Tidus’ sticky boxers down Seymour slid Tidus’ shoes off before discarding what was left of Tidus’ bottoms. Stroking up Tidus’ trembling thighs Seymour smirked at Tidus, who nervously watched, but at the same time, he could also feel a thrill and excitement coming off of his young lover in waves. Tidus gasped when Seymour stroked his half-mast cock, blood immediately rushing to it and he was hard again. Seymour purred as he kissed Tidus’ lips and made more deliberate strokes.

“You’re beautiful.” Tidus moaned and lifted his hips in time with Seymour’s pumps, but all too soon Seymour pulled back. Tidus whined as Seymour untied his sash and discarded it, his robes falling open and gracing Tidus with what he found to be the most beautifully toned and shaped body he’d ever seen. Reaching up, Tidus touched Seymour’s chest that heaved out against his fingers. Sitting up Tidus kissed Seymour’s chest, lapping at a pectoral with his tongue. Seymour groaned and his head fell back as his right hand buried itself into blonde tresses. With his free hand Seymour unfastened the tie around his pants and reached inside, stroking his aching cock.

“I need you.” Seymour breathed as he looked down at the blonde slowly moving over toward a pert nipple. A startled gasp escaped Seymour when Tidus started to teeth it gently and suckle, his hands wondering down to the start of a treasure trail that had always caught Tidus’ eye. Seymour groaned as Tidus’ hands, virgin to the feel of another man’s skin, felt down the fuzzy trail and into the heat that had developed in his undergarments. Their hands met and Seymour moaned when Tidus switched nipples and grabbed him. Both hands danced together around him, touching, squeezing, and stroking achingly gently.

Seymour hissed, his hips thrusting out hard and his hand in Tidus’ hair pulled the blonde’s head back to look directly into his eyes before devouring his lips in a passionate kiss. His other hand left his clothes and pushed down on Tidus’ chest. The two sank down onto the bedding again as Seymour pushed the vest like top Tidus wore off his chest and down his arms. On his back while Seymour pressed his weight into him, Tidus became aware that his hands were trapped by his vest around his wrists, Seymour’s adding weight to his own making it impossible to get loose.

“W-wait.” Tidus gasped as Seymour, without getting up, rid himself of his robes and managed to slide down his undergarments. Seymour shushed Tidus again as he licked around in Tidus’ mouth. Tidus panicked a little, as most normally do when they realized they are trapped and tugged at his binding. Seymour chuckled and touched Tidus’ right cheek.

“Just relax. The more you tug the tighter you’ll make it.” Tidus whined.

“I’m not into this man.” Seymour chuckled again. He really didn’t have any intention of keeping Tidus like that, but watching the boy flounder was admittedly enjoyable to his sadistic side. Seymour shushed him again and kissed his open mouth.

“I think the more you struggle the longer I might keep it that way.” Tidus gaped and then gasped, followed by a loud moan when Seymour ground his hips into Tidus, grinding their erections together.

“But-“

“Shhhh…” Seymour continued to grind and Tidus moaned and whimpered. His wrists were really starting to hurt because of his tugging, but the friction felt so good.

“You need to relax and just trust me. That’s a big part of being a partner, isn’t it?” Tidus panted when Seymour paused and reached over into a small dresser pressed against the head of the bed.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Tidus panted and Seymour smirked when he came back with a small bottle.

“You have lube?” Seymour chuckled and kissed Tidus’ cheek.

“What? You think I don’t masturbate?” Tidus’ face flushed, indicating that Seymour hit it right on the mark.

“It’s just… You’re a…”

“Maester’s aren’t perfect you know. We can marry and we can date, though promiscuousness is highly frowned upon.” Tidus nodded in understanding as Seymour slid back down his body, earning a gasp and a groan from both.

“Y-you’ve done this before?” Tidus asked as Seymour opened the bottle and started to coat his fingers.

“Admittedly, no.” Seymour’s smirk seemed to be plastered on his face as he looked down at Tidus.

“But you said.”

“I said ‘Not exactly’, remember?” Tidus nodded.

“Now, spread your legs.” Seymour ordered as he got off of Tidus who immediately slid an arms free, his wrists an angry red where deep impressions from the lining of his vest were left. Seymour watched with admiration for his body as Tidus spread his legs and tried to relax a little on the bedding.

“Ready?” Tossing his vest to the floor Tidus swallowed and nodded, sweat already beginning to sparkle his skin. Leaning over Tidus, Seymour grabbed a leg and lifted it over his shoulder and spread Tidus’ cheeks. Tidus shivered with a strange mix of fear and exhilaration when he felt Seymour press a finger against his puckered opening. Tidus swallowed again and tried to relax. Never in his life, hell, not more than two hours ago, Tidus would never have thought that he’d be doing this with Seymour. Or that he’d strangely want it so bad, that it’d be… okay, since two hours ago Tidus was straight. At least he thought he was. Tidus gasped when Seymour slid a finger passed the tight ring of muscles and Seymour paused to look over Tidus.

“Relax.” Tidus nodded again and shifted a little.

“Okay. I’m okay, just… Feels weird.” Seymour smiled as he leaned up more and kissed Tidus while worming his finger in deeper. Tidus’ muscles twitched and he arched a little as Seymour worked all the way to the knuckle. With chaste kiss to his lips, Seymour added a second finger and Tidus’s muscles clenched around him.

“Oh, Tidus.” Seymour moaned just from the feeling around his fingers, his cock dribbling clear drool as he made scissoring motions inside the tight heat. Tidus gasped when Seymour nudged in deeper and brushed something that made the blonde see sparks behind his eyes. Tidus jerked hard against his fingers and Seymour groaned as he watched Tidus jerk back and then down on him again, hard, pleasure fogging those usually clear blue eyes. Seymour growled as he concentrated on loosening Tidus but the blonde’s body was quite distracting beneath him. Seymour kept wanting to stop and watch. Deeming Tidus was loose enough Seymour pulled back his fingers to hear a moan in displeasure. Smirking, Seymour quickly lubed himself before hoisting Tidus’ other legs over his shoulder and angling himself. Licking his lips Seymour pressed against the hot opening and Tidus bucked against him, pushing the knob in a little and earning a distinct hiss in response.

“Demanding, aren’t you?” Seymour growled and grabbed Tidus’ hips as he kissed the other’s supple lips.

“This will hurt a bit.” Tidus nodded fervently, wanting to get on with it. Seymour groaned deeply as he pushed in passed the tight ring of muscles and fluidly slid inside to the hilt in one hard thrust. Tidus gasped and his muscles locked in tension when a sharp pain tore through his insides and Seymour stilled with a guttural groan.

“Yevon, you’re so tight.” Kissing Tidus’ lips Seymour began to whisper softly words of comfort, words filled with adoration and possibly… Love? Tidus quickly kissed Seymour back and slowly relaxed as the pecks on the lips grew into deeper, tongue-tied kissing. Wrapping his arms around Seymour’s neck Tidus slowly became active again and pulled Seymour against him with his legs, nudging him in a little deeper. Seymour groaned and Tidus’ expression tensed, but he kept his body relaxed.

“Stop being so antsy.” Seymour patronized teasingly as he placed both hands on either side of Tidus and rocked back slowly before sliding back in, hoping to finish loosening the boy. Tidus gasped and Seymour rocked against him again, this time earning a pleased groan. Collecting himself more Seymour pulled back a bit further and thrust in harder, earning a loud moan from his intended. Tidus, whose hands had moved from his shoulders to his hair tugged, and Seymour growled before pulling back till only the knob remained and slammed back in, tearing a loud cry from Tidus. Seymour shushed Tidus again as he leaned over, bending Tidus in half as he attached his lips to Tidus’.

“You must be quiet.” Seymour chuckled, followed by low moans. Surely anyone close enough to the tent, notably his retainers, were feeling a little nervous and or curious. Tidus moaned into his mouth through the explanation as Seymour continued his hard thirsting against Tidus’ pleasure gland. Tidus’s face flushed and his body covered in sweat as the two slid together, seeming to fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. Pulling from those perfect lips Seymour rammed into Tidus harder, making his body jerk forward and then back with his movements. Tidus’ legs locked around his neck and his hands went down, fisting the sheets as his torso stretched and arched. Tidus bit his lips brutally, trying desperately to keep himself quiet.

Seymour chuckled and groaned in sadistic derision as tears started to trickle from his beautiful, passionate blue eyes. His moans were horse and loud though they were muffled and ultimately, Tidus stuck his finger in his mouth and bit down to try and keep himself quieter. It only turned Seymour on more as he rocked harder into Tidus, watching in fascination as that beautiful, sun kissed torso arched up and Tidus’ cock exploded semen over the both of them. Seymour growled when Tidus’ muscles spasmed around him and squeezed his cock, making Seymour’s balls tighten in complete euphoria. Pulling back and gripping Tidus’ hips hard, claws digging into the delicate skin, Seymour rammed hard into the tight body beneath him and threw his head back when his orgasm took him and released a hard, heavy load into Tidus. Tidus felt the hot rush of semen into his body with a strange satisfaction as he panted on the bedding and Seymour relaxed on his chest. When both of their breaths started to even and hearts calmed down, Seymour started to stroke down Tidus’ left arm he face.

“You were beautiful.” Seymour purred with a lazy drawl as he moved over to Tidus’ side and Tidus immediately moved down and snuggled into Seymour’s chest.

“You were sexy.” Seymour chuckled in humor.

“You are mine now.” Seymour said with a sultry purr as his arms wrapped around Tidus’ smaller frame and molded him against his body. Tidus sighed and let Seymour move him around, too sluggish to care.

“Yeah…” Tidus agreed, his heart flaring up with heat and fluttering with unbridled emotions. Nudging his face into Seymour’s heaving chest Tidus sighed and relaxed. Seymour chuckled and stroked Tidus’ hair. Lying there, something pivotal dawned on Seymour.

His plans. Everything… If he became Sin, as he’d intended, could he kill Tidus? Seymour glanced down at the already lightly snoring blonde boy burrowed against him. His heart suddenly felt a stab and Seymour stroked Tidus’ cheek, watching the muscle jump and watching with adoration as Tidus shifted his face closer to Seymour and his hand wiped at his tickled cheek. He knew Tidus loved life; that much was obvious. He was happy to be living.

The answer could have been simple. Spare Tidus. But then, would he curse him to be the only thing left alive? To force him to be alone? And if he became Sin, he would never be able to touch Tidus again. Could Seymour exist with that? Something bubbled up in Seymour’s chest and he wrapped his arms around Tidus possessively, protectively, making the blonde shift around but miraculously not waking.

“Sleep well, love.” After all, Tidus would need as much energy as possible for when Sin comes, and no one knew exactly when it would arrive. Seymour needed rest as well, he would have to do his best to deflect Sin, and keep his love safe.

This body he held against him suddenly became more precious than anything in this world. Tidus was come kind of divine thing. Above Seymour, above his pain, and above his need for vengeance. Tidus was a treasure. He was his. And Seymour would make sure nothing happened to him.


Well, that’s that. I wanted to do something a little uncommon (I know there are a few where Seymour doesn’t rape Tidus), but they’ve all been abandoned pretty much. So here’s a complete One-Shot! I'd really love to know whatcha think!