Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Type of Guardian ❯ Now the Fun Part ( Chapter 2 )

Tidus placed his hands on Seymour's shoulders and pushed gently, guiding the blue-haired maester onto his back. "Here, lay back. I'm gonna do what I'd normally do in this situation," he blushed dark crimson at his own words, but continued on anyway, as Seymour didn't seem to be affected in the least by his bluntness, "and I want you to tell me how it makes you feel, okay? Good, bad, or indifferent. Don't be afraid to guide my hands or," he blushed even deeper, if it was possible, "my mouth. Oh, and you can respond, if you want to, or something..." He shut his mouth and decided that any more words and he was going to be the biggest fool that Seymour had ever met.

And Seymour, he guessed, had met a lot of people.

The summoner's robes were disturbingly easy to remove: one tug on the bow around his waist, and the whole arrangement slid off of his shoulders. Since they weren't in any hurry, Tidus folded the robe into a messy square and lay it next to the bed, then turned back to consider Seymour. It was difficult not to notice the man's tattoos when he had his clothes on; when they were off, the pictures became clear, and Tidus reached out to trace one with his index finger. He followed the outline of one of the dragons with his fingernail, dragging it lightly and memorizing the pattern. Seymour shivered slightly, eyes glued to Tidus' hand.

The blonde suddenly felt very, very awkward. Even though he knew that Seymour had never done this before, had no idea what to expect, he felt unusually very inadequate. When Seymour's hand came up to press his palm against the whole tattoo, however, the feeling dulled and became background noise.

The beaded necklace that adorned Seymour's neck was pushed out of the way, and Tidus drew his hand away, drawing four, invisible parallel paths down the artwork. "What are these from, Seymour?"

The summoner looked back up to Tidus' face, then off to a random spot on the far wall, eyes distant and guarded. "One is a dedication to my parents; our family crest. The other, an initiation signifying my choice to become a summoner."

Tidus nodded and bent his head, kissing the left, then the right, and leaned back to straddle the maester's abdomen. His fingers next found themselves running a course through the fine blue hair that crowned Seymour's head. It was soft and rough at the same time, and Tidus played with it for a moment, scratching softly at the scalp and smiling when Seymour sighed and closed his eyes. A kiss was placed between his eyes, on the tip of his nose, and then finally on the older man's lips.

Tidus was pleased when Seymour kissed him back, although clumsily. However, he had to admit, the man wasn't bad for his second time. He rubbed his hands down the maester's neck, massaging lightly and following down his shoulders. There was finally a pair of hands exploring his back, finding a few sensitive spots here and there through his clothing. The hands then tugged at said clothing, and Seymour frowned. "I want to touch your skin."

Tidus blinked at the unusual phrase, then removed his top and shorts, since his outfit pretty much came in one piece. His boxers were slightly embarrassing, as they were black with kiss marks all over them (a birthday present from his fellow blitzers back home), but if Seymour thought them humorous or even childish, he showed no outward signs of it. His cold demeanor was becoming slightly frustrating to Tidus, and the blonde vowed to loosen the maester's tongue before the night was over.

The hands placed themselves back onto his shoulder blades, and Seymour gasped at the unexpected heat of the blonde's bared flesh. He pulled himself up into a half-sitting position, knocking Tidus onto his back and trapping his own legs, and he was just about to go for the boy's throat before he realized what he had done. His hands froze in mid-air, and he averted his eyes. "My apologies..."

"It's okay, do what you wanna do." Tidus guided Seymour's gaze back onto himself, and once he was sure he had eye contact, he gently pulled one of the summoner's hands out of their frozen position, kissed the middle fingertip, and placed it on his breastbone. "Don't let me stop you... I want this to be good for you. It's not really my place to say, but I don't think there are many guys like me out there willing to just sit back and let you have free reign."

Seymour shook his head and continued his descent on Tidus' body, marveling once again at the heat from the blitzer's body. He was pale, but not nearly as pale as Seymour himself, and there were a few scars mapping out the boy's torso. He traced a finger along a few of them, and then lifted his head to see that Tidus wasn't watching him, as he had expected, but staring at the far wall shakily. "What are these from, Tidus?"

The blonde flinched, having expected the question, and he sighed. If he was going to make this good for Seymour, he wasn't going to hold anything back; after all, it's not like he had some major tragedy that kept him from being who he really was. So he told him. "My father."

Seymour's eyes drew downwards sharply, and he traced another one. "Jecht did this to you? But... why? You're his son..."

"Yeah, but it didn't really matter to him. At least, it didn't seem like it, anyway. He tried to cover it up, and he was good at it; he marked me like that while we were practicing blitzball. Said it would "toughen me up". It happened every time we played, and soon, after Mom had started noticing, she told us to stop practicing together until I could hold my own against him. So I had to practice by myself after that."

Seymour didn't know what to say after that. He had never been consoled before, and thus didn't know how to console somebody else, not very well, so he continued on down the boy's body in silence, tracing the various dips and bulges of the athlete's muscles. When he got to the boy's navel and hips, he noticed a small black smudge smack-dab in the middle of the boy's abdomen. He rubbed at it with his thumb to try and remove it, and frowned when the shape didn't even change. Tidus' chuckle made the boy's body vibrate slightly, and only then did Seymour realize his slight arousal.

"It doesn't come off."

"You have a tattoo as well?"

"Yeah. If you look closely, I think you'll recognize the shape."

Seymour looked down and leaned closer, and indeed, after a scrutinizing gaze, he did remember seeing the shape somewhere else. "This is the tattoo that Jecht had on his chest."

"Yep. His team's symbol, actually, that my own team inherited by force and obligation. He put that on my belly when I was real little, telling me that I was gonna do him proud one day. Boy, I bet he was disappointed..."

Seymour kissed the tattoo, documenting the feel of the soft, heated skin against his lips, and sat back up. "Your Jecht is... very different from the man we know here."

"Yeah, well... It was like that to pretty much everybody. He had two personalities." Tidus leaned forward, lifting his body off of Seymour's legs, and kissed the summoner gently. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to get down to it before all this talk of my old man imbeds itself in my mind and I can never get it up properly."

Seymour chuckled and tilted his head back when Tidus went for his throat. The tongue and lips attacking his Adam's apple felt incredible, sending wonderfully tingly sensations to the bottom of his belly. He reached up and ran his sharpened fingernails through Tidus' hair and against his scalp, marveling at how much softer it was than his own head of hair. His breath caught suddenly when teeth closed around the vulnerable skin at the dip in his throat, and his hands tightened slightly.

Tidus smiled and soothed the spot with a few gentle licks. "Like that?"

"Don't stop."

The blond dipped his head once again and nibbled his way down further, tracing the tattooed skin with his mouth, this time. His hands were massaging Seymour's ribs and stomach expertly, pairing with his mouth when he reached the maester's navel. He took care to pant a few breaths against the moistened skin, and looked up to find that Seymour was watching his every move again. The inadequate feeling returned. "How do you feel?"

"...Wonderful."

"Y'know, there's been this one thing that I heard a guy on my old blitzball team talk about once that I was kinda curious about..."

"You can try on me, if you like."

Tidus smiled at him in a way that he knew made his admirers' knees grow weak, and sat back, beginning to remove Seymour's pants. "These come off."

It was no surprise to Tidus that Seymour didn't wear underwear. Hell, he hadn't even expected the pants to be fastened so securely. He pulled them off of the maester, folded them as he had the robes, and laid them on top of the other articles of clothing. His head turned back to Seymour, now fully nude save for the necklace around his neck, and licked his top lip. "You're... wow." He ran a thumb from Seymour's knee to the joint between his leg and his crotch. "You're... really..." he paused for a moment to blink a few times in disbelief, "pale."

Seymour cocked his head. "Does it displease you?"

Tidus' head shot up and he shook it violently. "No! No, it's... I like it. It's nice." He stroked back down to the knee, placed a kiss where his thumb had stopped, and then smirked at the summoner. "Alright, I've definitely never done this before, so I don't know how good I am at it. Sorry if I bite."

Seymour looked down at the blond head between his legs questioningly, but his thoughts became clouded as the blitzer's mouth began a trail up his leg. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling, storing it for later, and pet the back of Tidus' head. "That feels good." Tidus nipped in gratitude, and Seymour felt the urge to groan.

So he did.

Tidus smiled against his skin, going ever higher on the other leg this time, and sweat began to gather at the small of the summoner's back. Nobody had even dared to look at... there... when he had been talking to him. Surely he wasn't going to...?

"Great aeons of Yevon, Tidus..."

Tidus chuckled around the head of Seymour's cock, licking at it playfully before pulling back a few tantalizing centimeters. "You like?"

"Keep going, Tidus..."

Tidus grinned, feeling immensely more confidant from the responses he had milked from the summoner, and went back to work, sliding his way down further each bob of his head. He didn't want to choke; it would be extremely humiliating, even though he had already stated twice that he had never blown anyone before. He took things slowly, trying to use his tongue a lot and doing his best to keep his teeth wrapped behind his lips. It was a lot to think about, and he was hoping that he was doing a good job. It had certainly turned him on, and he didn't think that he would like it at all.

It was actually funny to him, and he laughed around the heated, turgid flesh in his mouth. It drove Seymour wild.

When Tidus felt the maester drawing close to climax, he suppressed his smirking ego and pulled away completely. Seymour keened in distress, reaching down to finish the job, but Tidus caught both his hands. "Ah-ah, I told you I would show you what it's like to have sex. That isn't sex." He put his hand behind Seymour's back and pulled, smoothing the other man's body against his own. "We're gonna take this slow so you get the full effect, okay? And so I don't hurt myself. Much." He smiled, and smiled wider when he was rewarded with a curve of the maester's lips.

Tidus raised a hand to his mouth and placed two fingers against his tongue, making a show of sucking and licking at them as he had done to Seymour's anatomy prior to. The summoner's eyes were half-lidded and vibrantly colored, and Tidus leaned forward to kiss him, just because he could. In the meantime, he reached down to his entrance rather awkwardly, for he had never done so before and it felt so... unnatural, that he blushed and tried not to think of the fact that he was lubricating himself.

If only his father could see him now.

Truth be known, Tidus had looked at guys in a sexual way before, but it would have ruined his image had he been discovered, and his father would most definitely have killed him. The feeling of his own fingers inside of his body suddenly reminded him of what he was about to do, and who with. Seymour wasn't just any random admirer at a game; he was a master summoner. He was to Tidus what Tidus was to his fans, and at that realization, Tidus froze. One wrong move, one moment of displeasure, and oh the things that could be done to him...

"Tidus?"

The blonde met the gaze of the naked, waiting man beneath him.

"You're frightened."

Was he? His fingers twitched inside of him again. "I'm..."

The words were taken from his mouth when Seymour leaned up and kissed him gently. "Tidus, you don't have to do this. I may be a maester, and I may get everything I want when I want it, but I also want you to enjoy this with me. If you cannot, then do not follow through with it. It will not matter to me either way. You've already showed me quite a lot; I would hold nothing against you if you were to deny me anything else." He used his claw-like fingernails to draw four parallel paths across Tidus' forehead, burying them in the blond hair that draped the side of his face. A smile bent his lips, and he caressed the blitzer's temple with his thumb. "Are you sure you want to do this, Tidus?"

Tidus stared Seymour in the eye. All through the maester's speech had his fingers been dancing within him, stretching and preparing. A devilish twinkle shone in his eye, and he was back to being the same old cocky Tidus that he had been known for being his entire life. Without saying one word to signify that yes, he was now positive that he did want to go through with this, Tidus positioned himself delicately over Seymour's weeping manhood, and sat down.

The summoner had been about to finish his speech and tell Tidus to forget about it, that it was okay and perhaps they could do it another time, but all the breath abandoned him in one big wheeze. The heat was sudden and harsh in the chill of his room, so powerful and unexpected that he actually had to remind himself to breathe. He looked up at Tidus to see if the blonde had been affected in the same way that he had, and he was met with a shaky smile and watery eyes. "It...hurts a little."

Seymour's entire body throbbed in agreement.

"Are you okay? How does it feel?"

"It's one of the most intense feelings I've ever had. My whole body feels like it's on fire."

Tidus chuckled. "Sex can be like that, sometimes. Ready?"

Seymour nodded and laid his cheek against the blonde's breastbone, and the blitzer then began to move on top of him. It was gentle at first, both experimenting and feeling out the territory. Tidus couldn't help but feel a little awkward; the silken steel inside of him was nothing like... what? What had he been expecting? His hips bumped against Seymour's of their own accord, and his thoughts were soon turning toward several adjustments that would perhaps make their situation even more pleasurable than it was becoming.

Seymour was keeping a continuous moaning purr deep in his chest, gasping here and there and praising Tidus' efforts. It made the blonde smile and try that much harder to please the man and milk more delicious sounds from his body. Who would have thought that a man so quiet by day would be so expressive at night?

His body gave a sudden jerk, causing him to brace himself against the wall with his hands. His breath came in a great pant, and he squeezed his eyes shut, opened them wide, and then stared blankly at Seymour's shoulder. "Oh my god."

"What? What happened?"

"I...don't know. But I wish it would happen again..."

Seymour's confusion was evident in his gaze. Tidus shifted around a bit on the shaft embedded in him, brow knit in concentration, and his body jerked again. "Ah! There!" His eyes glazed over.

"What is it?"

"It...It's this spot that you just hit... It felt like... wow. I don't even know. Incredible."

Seymour thrust his hips upward, trying not to move to either side, so as to perhaps stimulate this mysterious spot. Tidus' eyes rolled back into his eyelids and his forehead came down into the groove between the maester's neck and shoulder. Pleased that he could bring the boy some pleasure, he began to thrust consecutively, aiming for the spot each time. He wasn't sure if he hit it or not, but with the way that Tidus was writhing on top of him, he seemed to be doing at least something right.

Stars were prickling behind his eyes, and Seymour groaned at the intense heat and pleasure that was coursing through his veins. He had never, ever felt anything like this, and he didn't dare to hope that he ever would again. His body felt tight and was getting tighter; his movements became more frantic and bold, and he did his best to lose himself in the moment. It was odd, he thought, to let go like this, but at the same time, it was also wonderful.

It was then that his climax hit him, and hard.

Seymour clamped onto Tidus roughly, enveloping the teen in his muscular arms, and screamed. The blonde followed soon after, with a throaty moan of his own, and as they rode their completion for what it was worth, they fell onto the bed, rigid and absolutely attached to each other.

Unfortunately for the both of them, it was over far too soon. Panting and sweating, they lay there for a few minutes and enjoyed the aftershocks. There was a chuckle from the blond, and he lay his head against a firm pectoral on the chest next to him. Seymour played with the blitzer's hair for a moment, before licking his lips and barely getting out, "What's so funny?"

"Nothin'. I just... that was great. Did you like it?"

Seymour didn't answer. He merely leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the teen's forehead. Burying his face into the part of Tidus' hair, then, he smiled a very small smile and nodded. With a whisper, as he was still recovering from the experience of it all, "Thank you, Tidus."

There was a shrug against his side and more movement as Tidus first pulled the blankets over the two of them, and then buried further into the muscles on Seymour's body. "Hey, I liked it just as much as you did. Too bad we can't do it again."

Seymour frowned and already began to formulate a plan to keep the blond with him. He was just about to ask Tidus to be his guardian (not that he really needed any more than the too many he already had, he nearly grumbled) when there were footsteps outside his door. A few voices were raised, and the both of them froze.

"Tidus, are you okay? We heard screaming, and-"

The doors to Seymour's bedroom parted with a slam, and the young guardian saw the very last person that he wanted to see that night.

"-great Yevon alive. What...? You..."

Tidus smiled as innocently as could be, even as his fingers moved to Seymour's softening shaft under the blanket, fully prepared to have another go at it. "Uh, hey, Wakka. Look..."

A/N: And there you have it. I'm really sorry it took so long... *sweatdrop* but I hope it was sorta worth it, at least a little.. ^^;