Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Between Two Worlds Part II

Disclaimer: Has not changed since Part I.

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

I did not have time alone with Tidus again until after he'd become a full guardian. Yuna and the others were obviously oblivious to what had occurred between us in that locker room in Luca. That was fine by me. The less they knew, the better.

As Fate would have it, we were not to see each other again until the incidents at Mushroom Rock. It was not difficult to notice how Yuna looked at him. She desired him… I could not have that. I could not allow her purity to tempt my beautiful Tidus from me.

I had to take action.

It was not so hard to get him away from the rest of them, under pretense of needing to speak with him about upcoming plans for the attempt at defeating Sin. The Crusaders had been kind enough to set my quarters up well away from the main cloister. As a Maester, I was allowed to be distanced from the general soldiers so that I may meditate.

There would be no meditation while that lovely young man was in my tent, that was a certainty. As soon as he turned to face me, I had him in my arms and my mouth sought his blindly. I couldn't stand the wait to taste his lips again. He moaned against my mouth, his body responding to me, his eyes closing.

The clothes he wore did little to hide his chest from my attentions, so he found out very quickly. Deft fingers undid the straps that held his jacket in place. My hands moved under the shoulders of the jacket, slipping it off his shoulders so that his bare arms were vulnerable to me. Tidus gazed up at me, his eyes wary, though it was becoming apparent that he wanted this as well.

"Seymour," he whispered as my hands were busy unzipping the leather that protected his midriff and backside. Tidus' fingers slid through my hair, feeling the texture, traced the outlines of each of my pointed ears. I tore the material from him, wanting only to see and feel his skin against my own. He kicked off his shoes in haste, aiding me in my personal mission.

The odd shorts were easily removed and he stood before me, his flesh reddening beneath my gaze. I gripped his chin, forcing his eyes to mine, whispering declarations of his beauty. Tidus grew redder at the words I uttered, his eyes fluttering closed. "Beautiful boy," I whispered silkily, leaning closer to the trembling mouth. "I have been waiting for this opportunity since I left you in Luca."

Tidus bit his lower lip, the effect making him seem younger than his tender years and much more vulnerable to me. I smiled. "So strong outside, yet, when you stand before me, you tremble and blush… I like that, Tidus." My hands ran along the smooth planes of him, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch.

He gasped when my nails lightly drew along his weeping length. "So hard… when did you get this way, Tidus?" I squeezed him gently, feeling the swollen organ throb in my grasp, making his eyes close tightly against the sensation.

"Seeing you made me think of… of…" He couldn't find the words to say what I'd done to him that day, so many weeks ago.

"When I took you," I supplied softly, lowering my head so that I could lick at his neck. "When I made you cry out my name and slam yourself back on me?" The crimson stain under his eyes deepened as he nodded and I smiled against that warm skin. He whispered something to me then that I did not hear, but knew I wanted to.

"Speak up, Tidus… I didn't catch what you said."

He took a deep breath. "D-Do that… to me again… please…" I knew that he had to swallow his pride to get those words out. Just hearing them made my cock pulse harder than before. I laved his ear with my tongue, tracing that delicate outer shell, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from him.

"I was hoping you'd say that, my beautiful Tidus." The response to his request gave action to his hands. I felt them on my clothes, tugging at them, loosening them, trying to get me as naked as he was. My lips curved upwards, into a smile, and I went along with his unspoken wishes.

I pushed him down to the bed, one of the many comforts of my station, and let my hands caress his body reverently. So perfect… I still couldn't believe how magnificent he was. I knew that I wanted to spend hours just tasting and touching and exploring each scant inch of him. I could, too, with my guards keeping watch over my tent. No one would disturb us. They would keep enough distance away, and there was enough activity in the encampment, that no one would ever know what was happening within.

The need for him was in my blood, like an addiction, one that I didn't want to be free of. I moved my attentions down his body… stopping at his nipples, which hardened under my lips and tongue, bringing the little peaks to over-sensitive life. After he cried out my name and started pushing my head lower, I relented and moved on.

Hmmm… I never would have thought… Tidus was ticklish…

After his ensuing embarrassment from my attentions at his ribs and navel, I moved down, licking his hips. This produced another subdued giggle, much to my surprise, and then went for what stood proudly between his muscular thighs. The giggling stopped as my tongue went up the length of his fevered flesh, sliding over the tip, tasting the clear drops of desire that I found there. So sweet…

His body arched as I started to devour Tidus' cock. He wanted me to take all of him, I knew, and I would when I was ready. I loved listening to his whimpers and cries, however, the sounds making me feel things I had not experienced in so long. My hands lifted his legs, widened them, held them apart so I could really work that flesh. My tongue pressed against the underside, my teeth scraped over the tip, my ears reveled in the gasped pleas…

"Seymour… oh, God… Seymour… feels good… don't stop… please, don't stop…"

I dragged my claw-like nails over his inner thighs, making him whimper, his hands taking fistfuls of my hair. He was lost, mindless, completely overtaken by the passion that I was inspiring in him. When I thought he'd had enough, I finished him with my mouth, drinking down his climax greedily.

"So close… please… S-Seymour!"

I held him close afterwards, cradling his body against mine, tucking his golden head under my chin. Holding him felt so right… I never wanted to let him go. He fit against me perfectly. My cock nagged at me, insisted that what we had begun get finished, but I didn't want to shatter this moment. Finally, Tidus uncurled and pressed himself against me.

His blue eyes were half-lidded, drowsed from satiation, but gazing up at me. "You… didn't…"

"No," I breathed out softly. My smile was, again, genuine. "I wanted to see you first… You were so beautiful like that, Tidus."

He colored a little at my words and tilted his face towards mine. It caught me off-guard when his lips pressed against mine. I accepted the kiss hungrily as my arms tightened around him. That beautiful youth moaned into my mouth and then his hands began to wander my flesh.

My tattoos seemed to fascinate him. Several eternal minutes went by as he simply licked them, traced them with tongue and fingers, nipped at the skin. I gasped loudly… the scarred flesh was sensitive. More so than I had imagined. Tidus took delight in rendering me the same as he'd just been… a moaning, writhing mass of unsatisfied need.

He knelt over me, his lips massaging the inked skin, while his other hand took hold of my length and stroked it slowly. Tidus lacked experience in such endeavors, but I found that his enthusiasm more than made up for the oversight. My hips arched into his hand, trying to get more friction from him, trying to assuage the need within me.

I found, suddenly, that I could not stand anymore of this teasing. I pulled him down to the bed, moving over him, pinning his body beneath mine with my heavier weight. "Enough," I ground out hoarsely. My eyes roamed hungrily over his face. "Your touch… makes me need you… all of you… now."

He nodded his acquiescence, widening his legs for me, offering himself. I shook my head. "No… I have been thinking and I do not wish to cause you the same pain as last time." I took one of his hands and rose to my knees. "You will have to be prepared, but I can not do it… Therefore, you will."

His confusion was palpable. "I don't understand," he whispered back, unsure. His confusion got worse when I pulled a vial of oil from my trunk near the bed and opened it, pouring the contents on his fingers.

"Use your fingers… stretch yourself for me… so that I don't hurt you again." I pressed him back on the bed, on his side, and guided that hand to his opening. I gently pushed one of his slickened fingers into the ring, showing him what I meant, and saw the blush spread over nearly every part of his body.

But, he didn't balk at what I was asking of him. He was an intelligent youth, figuring out what I meant after I took that first step. I watched him carefully to be sure that he didn't injure himself… though the sight did have me near to writhing before he was done!

I cleaned his fingers afterwards with a damp cloth and then kissed the palm of his hand. His smile upon me was so beautiful. Then, he pulled me down, on top of him, spreading his legs and wrapping them around my waist. I looked at the amused and mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered huskily in the still quiet.

I smiled and lowered my face to his, our lips nearly touching. "I don't want to. There is no better place to be right now than right here." I kissed him briefly, teasingly, then pulled back. "Tell me what you want, beautiful boy."

There was no blush this time. His answer was direct and sure. "You… inside of me."

I complied with our mutual wishes and slowly pressed into him. There was still plenty of oil to smooth the way and I continued into him slowly. Tidus was shuddering and moaning, much the same as I was, until I buried myself fully inside of him. I had to close my eyes against the look on his face, otherwise I might have lost myself immediately.

His legs urged me to move and so I did, pulling back and then pushing in again. He whimpered and twisted his hips, seeking the best angle so that I would hit the same area as the last time we coupled. My hands slid down, gripping the perfectly muscled backside of him, and shifted him. Then, I drove in again.

*That* was when he really came alive.

I didn't stop moving, continuing to plunge my aching cock into him again and again. His hands alternated from gripping the sheets, to the pillow behind his head, to clawing at my back as I literally pounded into him. Tidus was crying out, some of the words incoherent, others were begging me to keep doing this to him… to never let it end.

Had I been more rational myself, I would have told him that I didn't want it to end, either. I settled for lengthening my strokes within him, striving to make them as deep and pleasurable as possible. I was not disappointed. He arched against my chest, his teeth sinking into my shoulder and neck, leaving crescent shaped bruises that I would wear proudly later.

It was almost primal… the way we were grinding against each other without regard for who might be there, listening. It seemed too soon that Tidus was begging me to finish him, whimpering in my ear that he was so close, asking me to ascend with him… match him… go over the edge with him.

What finished me was the half-coherent words that declared that no one else would ever make him feel this way again.

My hands gripped his knees, pushing them apart widely as I arched, my back bowed fully as my seed emptied into him. Each pulse was as if I were dying and then being brought back to life. All because of this beautiful youth who had caught my eye and desire… all because of this beautiful youth who didn't look upon me with disgust or awe…

All because Tidus didn't see me as anything but another person.

His completion followed right after mine, the cry of passion loud in my ears. His arms welcomed me when I fell into his chest, gasping, spent, trying to regain my breath. His lips absently brushed my ear tip, and I could feel a smile on them. I looked at him, wondering what he was thinking as he gazed upon me. I didn't have to ask. He willingly told me in answer to my questioning eyes…

And it made all the difference in the world.

"I was just thinking," he whispered softly, "about how beautiful you are…"

Those words caused me to wrap my arms tight around him and never want to let go… even if the world were to shatter around me.

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