Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ In Luca ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Never have, never will. This fic involves homo-erotic activity between two men. Those who are not open-minded or of legal age to read adult material should definitely not read this.

Also, if you do read this and don't like the contents or pairing, do not flame me. It was your morbid curiosity that brought you here. I did not twist your arm.

Pairing: Seymour x Tidus
Warnings: PWP, Yaoi, Language, Seymour's POV

Yuna was simply a means to achieve my own ends.

First and foremost, she was the daughter of Lord Braska, the summoner that defeated Sin and brought about the most recent Calm. Second, she was a way of giving Spira hope so that I could go about my own activities with less observation. Third, she was the best way to get to… him.

I must admit, I was surprised to see such a beautiful creature. Locks of silken hair that had been kissed to a golden color by too much sunlight. Skin that was smooth and golden and so very much in need of my touch. Eyes of such a clear blue that I found I could lose myself in them. A lean, muscular build that spoke of many years in both practice and professional Blitzball competitions.

At the time I first saw him, he was not yet her guardian. He was simply a beautiful boy caught up in the turmoil of our most beloved Spira. Fierce and loyal. Enchanting. Trapped - like me.

I was later to discover that that nearly pure youth was caught between worlds. Not quite the same as I was. There is a great difference in being caught between one world and the other literally and being caught between them because your Guado father fell in love with a human woman.

As a half-breed Guado, it was much more difficult for me to get a foothold in the politics of Spira.

I knew, from the first moment that our eyes met, that I had to have this boy… Whom I later discovered was the son of Sir Jecht.

When I first came to him, I did not know of his heritage. I had assumed, mistakenly, that he was simply another hanger-on in the service of a summoner. A guardian hopeful in training. A Blitzball player who fought for a cause in the off-season.

As a Maester, I have a lot of power. A snap of my fingers can clear a room. I did just that, in the Besaid Aurochs' locker room, while the young man was showering after the games and battle. Every player, even that captain with the gravity-defying hair, made certain to vacate the room as quickly as they could. I gave the order to my guards to stand at the door, outside the locker room, and keep away anyone who would disturb us. Then, I seated myself on a nearby bench to wait.

I didn't sit for very long.

He came out, toweling his hair, and looked around. When he saw me, his expression changed. Those lovely azure eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Something I can do for you?"

I kept my voice cool as I rose to my feet. Not an easy feat when what I really wanted to do was rip the other towel from his hips and bend that gorgeous body in ways it had never experienced before. "I wanted to personally congratulate you on what you did for the Aurochs today. If it were not for you, they would have surely lost the tournament."

He calmed a little. "Uh… thanks. That was a pretty cool Aeon you had there. Kinda ugly, but pretty powerful." It was obvious that my display of power had awed him at least a little.

"Her name is Anima. She is potent enough to get the job done," I said, moving a step closer to him. The pleasure that overwhelmed me when he didn't move away was incredible. I was struck by the urge to kiss and lick away every stray droplet of water on his skin. I was going to have to get these little desires under control soon. He shook out the last bit of excess water from his hair, splattering me, but I said nothing.

"Well, I can't argue with you there. Wow." He turned from me, getting into his locker, bending a little at the waist. I decided that my best chance would be now and moved as quickly as my Guado blood would allow. He was surprised when he felt my chest at his back. "Hey! What are you doing?!?"

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" I asked him throatily as my hands slid down each of his arms from shoulder to wrist. I gripped each one tightly, holding on so that he could not use them to shove me away. "Tell me your name… I must know your name."

He pushed back against me. I know he felt my hardness pressing into his backside because he stopped his struggles immediately and went deathly still. "It's… My name is… Tidus." His voice was very quiet; almost too quiet to hear properly.

"Tidus," I whispered against the side of his neck. I loved how it rolled from my tongue. I took that opportunity to inhale his clean scent, which caused a moan to escape my lips. "Never have I seen someone who inspired such desire in me, Tidus."

"Listen, man…" He started to say, the sound turning to a gasp as my lips began to suckle at his earlobe. I would not give him a chance to say the words of denial. I would stifle every protest that he dared to try and utter as quickly as it began to fall from those delectable looking lips.

I altered my grip on his wrists, moving them both to one hand so that I could use my other to explore him. My long fingers had no trouble holding them, pinning Tidus' hands to the top of the locker over his head. By Yevon, he was so beautiful…

He started panting as my free hand slid down his ribs to the top of the towel around his waist. Instead of ripping it off, as I really desired, I let my palm move over the front of it. I pressed firmly against his manhood, feeling it twitch from the contact, forcing from him a sharp inhalation of breath.

Tidus, that beautiful boy, moaned softly when my hand closed over his swelling flesh. I kneaded it carefully with my fingers, bringing it slowly to life, giving to him a small measure of the torment that my own body was in. The friction of the towel on his cock must have been an aching reminder to him that he was still somewhat protected against me.

I arched, so that I could flicker my tongue down his spine, tasting that sweet clean flesh. Yevon be praised, he was so delicious… I could have tasted him for hours. Golden skin stretched over dense muscles that had been conditioned over the course of several years. His body bowed, pushing him against my aching need, pressing his back against my lips.

Normally, I am a creature of infinite patience. When Tidus did that, all my carefully constructed control began to slip away. I growled, deep in the back of my throat, and gave a long lick back up to the nape of his neck. I sucked that patch of skin possessively, leaving my mark on it, branding him as mine.

He whimpered softly, the mewling sound making my blood quicken like a beast that had caught the scent of a bitch in heat. I backed off only long enough to spin him around to face me, my free hand tugging loose the flap of towel that had been tucked against him. I would see this beautiful boy… I would see what I was going to possess, if at no other time, for the next hour or so.

Oh, and he was so much more than I ever dared to dream. That narrow waist tapered to slim hips, as golden as the rest of him, the nest of curls around his fevered heat a slightly darker hue than the golden hair that crowned his head. Tidus was truly a sight to behold.

His blue eyes gazed at me through half lids. They glittered in the shadows of his hair like sapphires; dark, mysterious, filled with the same intense need that I felt. I took it all in, drinking the sight of him like a fine wine, memorizing each perfectly exquisite detail as if I might never see this again. There was some color to his cheeks; a reddish glow that hinted at his embarrassment.

I smiled and inclined my head for the first sweet kiss I would take from those full lips.

Sweeter than any confection I'd ever tasted and more intoxicating than any liquor I'd ever beheld. Tidus' mouth fit against mine more perfectly than anyone else's ever had. I lapped at the velvet softness of his lips, nibbled them with my teeth, and caressed them until they were swollen from my intentions. Such a delicacy should be savored and I surely intended to.

He gasped into my mouth when my roaming hand found the focus of his need. I stroked it gently, mindful of my claw-like nails, forcing drops of clear desire to the tip. I gathered it up on my fingers and licked every transparent pearl away, coveting the taste. His flavor was an addiction I could completely throw myself into.

"Seymour," he whimpered at me, his voice thick with the need that was awakening in him. I don't think he expected for me to come to him like this. I pressed his body close to mine, letting the silken feel of my clothes caress the bare patches of skin. He moaned deep in his throat, his hands twisting in my grip. I tightened it so that he could not escape me. "Let… let me touch you… Seymour."

The second time my name dropped from his lips, honeyed over with such potent need, I almost lost the fragile hold over the control I'd managed to wrest back. By Yevon… the things he could do to me with his voice alone…

I could no longer bear the weight of my robes or their stifling heat. I released him, my hands tugging at my clothing, trying so very hard to free myself of the constriction. It came as a complete surprise when Tidus' hands moved in conjunction with mine. It was with his aid that I managed to undress without so much as a ripped stitch.

His eyes gazed at me, drinking in the sight for several long moments. Then, before I could shake myself from the hypnotic contemplation of him, his long fingers reached up and brushed so teasingly over the lion tattoos on my chest. I could see the curiosity in his eyes and that was when I realized that he was an innocent.

Untouched.

Unmarred.

Perfect.

… And about to be mine…

Lust drove him to explore my body. Every gasp and moan he drew from me with those soft, yet callused, hands was done only through careful examination. I enjoyed every single, agonizing second of it. His fingers tangled into my azure hair, tugging lightly to bring me closer to him, a slight smile on those perfect lips.

I claimed them again, prying them apart through the urgings of the heat that was raging inside of me. How I wished I could prepare him… The long claws that are a part of my inhuman race, however, could not be sheathed. In bringing him to his first pleasure, I would also bring him pain and, quite likely, blood.

"It will hurt at first," I warned him softly. He nodded, closing his eyes and I could see the determination on his face. He was accepting of this act!

I turned him around, bringing his arms up to brace, again, against the lockers. The open one nearby had some salve tucked away in the upper shelf. I took it, opened it, tried to keep from noticing the hungry gaze that he offered me from over his shoulder. It surprised me when he turned around and took the small jar from my hand.

"I want to do it." His whisper was hot, husky, and filled with the need that coursed through me.

It was only through force of will that I did not give myself over to his hands as they gently spread the salve on my greedy flesh. It throbbed in his grip, demanding stronger friction. I moaned softly at the sight of his touch on my cock… it would finish me if I didn't stop him.

Tidus.

My Tidus.

Preparing me so that I could possess him.

"Turn around," I growled out harshly, done with the waiting. He did so, arms crossing in front of his forehead as he leaned against them. I guided myself to his virginal entrance, the heat in my blood barely restrained enough to keep from thrusting fully through the barrier of tender flesh.

I was no stranger to this act. I knew that there would be pain for him. I also knew how to minimize it so that his body would be more accepting of what was to come. My hand stole around, the long fingers wrapping around his need and stroking slowly. He moaned and pushed back against me.

The gasp as the tip of my cock entered his heavenly heat was pained. I regretted that. I wanted to bring this beautiful boy pleasure… not injury. Tidus, sensual creature that he was, began to push himself down my length. I knew by the tense bunching of his muscles across his shoulders that it was so very painful to him. I continued to let him carry the initial speed of entry… let him have control of his possession - for now.

It felt like an eternity before he was finally braced against my chest, his breathing labored. I could barely think of anything but the desire to make him mine… to feel him around me as I thrust into his body again and again and again. I could feel him slowly relaxing around my erection and pumped my hand a little faster on his own length.

When Tidus moaned, I pulled back and slowly entered him again. He gasped softly, not sure what to expect from this joining. I wanted to make him understand what he could get from it. The pleasure he could reap from another's cock inside of him… I pulled him away from the lockers and turned us around, bending him over the bench behind me, pressing my weight down on his back.

"That, my beautiful boy, was the hard part," I whispered soothingly to him, causing a shudder. "It will change soon…" My hands widened his legs and then gripped his hips, tilting them to my liking. Tidus said nothing, simply let me do as I pleased with his body. The submission enflamed me more.

My next thrust drew a cry from his lips. I recognized the sound as my name. *That* was what I was looking for. I began a slow rhythm within him, my cock grazing that place inside that had given him the shock of pleasure to override the pain of my invasion.

I took him then… I mean, really took him. It had changed from possessing him to, how vulgar of me to say, fucking him. I couldn't get enough of those sounds he was making. For that indeterminate length of time, he was worshipping me and the pleasure that I was giving to him. I growled like a beast in his ear, moaning words that told him what the feel of his body around my cock was doing to me.

It drove him wild, I think, to hear the lust filled whispers. He got louder, his body slamming back to meet me halfway, his hands clutching the edge of the wooden bench in a white-knuckled grip. He'd lost all rational thoughts of just who might hear him. By Yevon, the same thing was happening to me. I didn't give a thought to the guards outside… I just wanted to be enveloped by this lovely youth below my straining body.

I fumbled below him, my hand grasping his weeping arousal, pumping in time with my raging possession. He whimpered then, loud and intoxicating, arching his back against my chest at the increased scope of pleasure. I couldn't stop growling then, so close was I to that ever elusive brink of completion. My efforts redoubled, slamming into his welcoming heat harder and faster, making him shudder under each impact.

His release was beautiful. White ribbons of his orgasm flew from him as he arched fully, shoved himself back against me, and let out a wild cry that sounded vaguely like my name.

"Ugn… Sey-mour!"

Between his voice and his body's clenching grip around me, I found myself following his lead. Every pulse of my body spilled more of my essence into him, dizzying me, stealing both my vision and breath. I never wanted the feeling to end.

But, alas, as always, good things usually did - much too soon. The last of it was accompanied by my own moaning of his name. I collapsed over him, sweating and panting, hearing his little moans and whimpers. Tidus, beautiful Tidus, was too weak to stand, let alone walk, on his own. Once I regained my center, I lifted him in my arms and carried him to the showers.

This surprised him, I'm certain, that I was so diligently cleaning him in the warm spray instead of dressing and leaving him sprawled on the bench, my fluids dripping from his body. I think he expected me to simply abandon him like a used whore. I stood under the water, wiping away the traces of our coupling from his thighs and stomach. His blue eyes studied me from beneath those soft lashes, contemplating what had happened.

"Why?" He asked me in a soft voice. I don't think he understood my furious need to claim him.

It was understandable… I didn't know why myself. I finished with his body and started on my own. "I don't know… I can't explain it, Tidus." I could feel his eyes narrow and immediately turned to assuage his rising anger.

I pressed him back against the wall of the shower, my face not an inch from his own. "Do not think that it was just this once. I did not use you… I desire you too much for that." His eyes averted at the vehemence and determination in my voice. I sealed that promise with a kiss, deep and probing, forcing him to open to me again.

When Tidus complied, I purred in the back of my throat. "That's better," I whispered when it broke. I nuzzled his neck, lapping away clean water, tasting his skin. "Do not think that I will simply forsake that you have given me… but, keep in mind, that I will brook no indiscretions. You are mine now. No matter who you may travel with."

He gasped as my tongue laved the hollow of his throat. "Seymour… please… I…"

"Later, when I have not so many pressing matters, I will take you to bed like you deserve." I pulled back from him then, marveling at how his glazed eyes locked onto me and made me want to have him again. But, I knew better. Tidus would need time to recover from this first assault. He was not so injured that he would make the mistake of refusing a second encounter.

I sealed the second promise the same as the first and left him, standing against the shower wall, so that I could dress properly. As I exited the locker room, not a single person said anything about the dampness of my hair or the sated look to my eyes. I looked to the young captain, Wakka, I believe, and smiled.

"Take good care of your new star player… He will be an asset to the team. I expect good things of the Aurochs."

Then, I left the hall, my guards at my heels. A genuine smile on my face for the first time in many years. I would see Tidus again…

… and he would be mine again…

Completely.

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