Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Cry, Boy... ❯ Chapter 1

Oy, es ist meine zurest `fanfiction.' Bitte lessen und nachpruefen- danke! Ich hoffe mich das mehr wird komme, aber ich weiss nicht.

 

Oy, this is my first fan fiction, please read and review, thanks! I hope there will be more to come, but I don't know. I love to get CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, after all, how is one to grow with out it? And I hate titles… I suck at coming up with catchy ones, so don't make fun…

-Captain Calamity

 

 

The worlds have now learned of the worst yet to come.

A brink of an end, a boy learns to run.

How you love, could you, Mr. Man-of-the-Year?

Walking tall with nothing to fear.

 

Don't pass up this chance, oh, go tear down the walls.

No Gods will be watching, no cares enough at all.

 

These worlds, they now are ending, as they were at the start.

But I'll keep on pretending.

I won't go...

 

Don't cry no more, boy.

You've got the other side of your life.

So ignore, and move out the broken door,

and take out your trash,

but I no longer hold in here,

I'm not coming back.

 

The road must now...

My story, so long amory.

Please drive me home one last time.

-`The End Complete V: On The Brink'- Coheed and Cambria

 

 

When Tidus awoke in the middle of the night, sweat soaked covers forming to the mold of his body and his hair clinging to his forehead, he did not know what to think. The teen's breaths came in ragged gasps, moving his chest with uncertainty. Eyes were dilated to take in the night and he could make out the half naked picture of a woman spread eagled on a chair- next to her a muscular female blitzball player- her breasts peaking over the top of her chest guard.

Clutching his pillow with a shaky hand, he took in a deep gulp of air, attempting to settle his racing heart. His mind's eye scanned the remnants of a dream that seemed all to real…and all to true. Pushing the revelation down into the dredges of his self conscious for the eleventh time since he started counting, he would ignore this…it had to go away… after all it was just a dream. Tidus did not even give himself the acknowledgement of a stiff erection, pressing firmly into his leg, his body telling him how real it was…and how much he enjoyed it.

 

The morning came like it always did, the sun hitting the sky and spreading light over Zanarkind. Tidus awoke like he always did, the midnight episode remembered but troubling him no more. There were no classes, no pressing need to get up, or to do anything for that matter- practice did not start till five. Closing his eyes and smelling his pillow he shifted under his comforter, realizing with embarrassment that he had released himself in his mattress, his short covered in cum, the caked substance also reaching toward his navel.

Tidus flushed, had he really enjoyed that vision? That subconscious trip through what seemed to be his deepest desire?

Frowning, the teen again pushed this idea away. He masturbated to women, he liked women, liked their thighs, their breasts, their lips…. thinking these thoughts only made his penis harden a bit, no matter how he tried, visions of yawning vaginas and erect nipples only gave his slight tinges of pleasure.. It must be because he had just woken up.

Now for the tricky part- cleaning up his midnight mess with out the ever present Auron asking any embarrassing questions. This would be difficult indeed. It was already ten, the old man usually got up around five to practice his raining on the deck of the house boat. For what reason Tidus did not have the faintest clue. It's not like monsters ran all over their city- or even in the ocean. Scratching his head, the boy decided that the old man had his ways, and what could be wrong with avoiding the extra pounds of age? Nothing.

Rising out of his bed and separating his boxers from his sheets, the youth stripped than found a comfortable pair of sleeping pants to cover him. Removing the offending pieces of fabric form the bed, Tidus tossed in his boxers and wrapped it all in a neat bundle. Making sure none of the crusty white substance poked through the folds, Tidus opened his door and proceeded into the hall.

The polished wood felt good on his feet, cool and slightly damp from all the moisture. The entire single floor of their boat was covered in hard wood. Immediately across the hallway from the teen's room was his guardian Auron's. The door was opened, and Tidus peaked in to make sure the man did not surprise him from behind when he wandered into the main living area. The king sized bed was crisp and made, not a fold or crease anywhere to be found. The sheets were white as snow, the pillow fluffed. The rest of the room was bare except a stark clean cut black dresser and an end table, on which rested a book, it's dust jacket propped neatly where Auron had last put it down.

The hallway ended at the junction of their bedrooms, so Tidus and to turn right, following the hall past the empty bathroom, until it let out into a spacious living room kitchen combo. The couch was a sleek contemporary piece, midnight black, with a matching clean black coffee table, both perched on a white and red striped rug. These were arranged in front of the television, which hung on the wall. This too was dark. To Tidus right there as a kitchen, mythiral appliances and black cabinet with sparkling white and red plates. In the far corner glass doors led to a balcony, at the far end of the room was a door that Tidus knew ran up to the deck and to the right of that.. the laundry room.

When furnishing their new boat, Tidus was amazed how the stark and silent man could design so well, he almost thought to mention in one day- but decided better on it for obvious reasons. Making his way across the floor, feeling like he was on a secret mission, Tidus's head scanned his surroundings with every step, his mind constantly trying to manufacture excuses should Auron ask an oddly specific question about his newly found laundry habit. Lucky the youth never had to lie to the old man, he mad it without incident to the door, opened it and threw open the washer's lid. Tossing his sheets in, he measured the right amount, hit the appropriate dials and buttons then smiled to himself. That was that.

“Since when have you taken such an interest in the cleanliness on your bed, Tidus?” The tan boy froze- he could feel the commanding presence behind him, smell his scent which wafted where ever he went. The scent itself was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it smelt of power.

Tidus turned to face Auron, the man had on his traditional sunglasses, his hair pulled back and his black breast plate on. The sunlight coming through the windows made it shine while his many belts and pants looked dull and worn in comparison. Tidus knew his clothing was odd, but none of his friends ever said a thing, the man was powerful- a force to be reckoned with- a force to look up to.

The old man's gaze what no accusing or suspicious in the least, he generally just wanted to know. Tidus looked at the ground, search for that well prepared lie and finding it out of reach. He chose a lame rhetorical question instead; “Can't someone enjoy clean sheets?” If that wasn't suspicious enough.

Auron raised an eye brow, there was nothing wrong, indeed with the boy liking clean sheets, he enjoyed them himself, but not enough to wash them every other day for the last month. Not replying the man walked over to the kitchen, looking through cabinets to find a pristine white mug, then filling it with the coffee from the machine ground the beans only half an hour ago.

Tidus watched the man perform his ritual without comment. Auron was of little words or expression, he was content to let the boy do what he wanted most of the time, as long as he stayed out of trouble and achieved good grades, which Tidus did. Most of the time it was unusual for the man to say more than two sentences a day to him on his own free will, but it was usually Tidus who tracked him down and questioned the man. Auron always replied, he was there when ever the boy needed him.

Tidus watched Auron proceed back across the floor to the door leading out to the deck. The Warrior would sip his cup and watch the sea like he did everyday.

Tidus had always watched his mentor- the elegant way he carried himself and his short precise movements brought him awe, but recently he had started to notice more about the man… like the way his hair traced his spine, the way his powerful hand clenched and released everything it touched. His powerful back, the muscles looking hard and strong. His dark eye, how it gazed- Tidus often wondered what he was thinking about- what could leave the man so entranced that he did not speak?

Auron shifted his weight to lean against the railing outside and the youth continued to stare- his mind suddenly conjuring up pictures from the dream… He could feel the blood race to his groin, and it felt good…

What was he doing!?! The man was like his father! Auron had taken care of Tidus since he was a child- birthday parties, blitzball practice, feeding him, everything a father did, Auron did.

The boy lashed out at himself, clenching his fists and turning quickly to the bathroom where he intended to take a scalding hot shower…

 

The water burned his tanned skin, running down his chest into the drain, Tidus scrubbed himself raw. These thoughts… these dreams, they had to end. If he connected them with pain his brain may register how much the boy hated what it was doing and quit… then he would stop thinking of Auron's hands, tracing his neck…

Tidus turned the faucet on hotter, the most painful he could mentally take. Face clenching in pain the teen fell to his knees, the water hitting his back, burning it raw. But the image was still there… Auron's lips, tracing across his with a strong kiss, his unshaved façade scratching his chin….

Tidus turned the water on even hotter, excruciating misery shot through his nerve endings, forcing the boy to fall back on his ass, letting the water scald his penis… but it still stayed erect. He pictured Auron, the man's weight pressing down on him, trailing his tongue down from Tidus's neck to chest, to abdomen… to his penis…

Before Tidus knew anything different, he hand had gripped the offending appendage. Feeling pressure on his shaft, Tidus started to move his palm, picturing the older mans hand there instead of his… Auron's hand moving faster, back and forth, back and forth, picking up speed and the teenager's mouth opened with a silent scream, his lungs reaching for air, anything to quell his speeding heart. His palm only moved quicker, down his shaft then back up, all the while Tidus' body squirming under the tremendous heat and the insatiable pleasure arousing in his body.

Reaching his climax, Tidus let a few vowels escape his throat, His back arching- his penis releasing its load against the side of the shower wall. He then lay defeated, exhausted and disgusted. He had played into his dreams, his urge for the man he considered to be his father, and then consciously masturbated to the idea. Turning off the faucet he laid in the draining tub, holding his knees… he could never tell anyone… ever about this…

 

The monk knew what was happening…sipping his coffee in the sunlight he watched the waves that rocked the house boat gently.

The boy was having uncontrollable wet dreams- and whoever they were about, Tidus obviously could not take the sexual torment.

Unbeknownst to the teen, Auron was dead. He had no need for food, drink or sleep. Every night since coming to this world, the monk would lay awake, either under the wide dark sky or in his warm bed, remembering those times he could drift into a dream land… he would then wait for dawn, listening the sounds of the finally quiet Zanarkind.

Recently, though, the quiet had been disrupted by the moans and gasps of his young charge. Tidus would shift and roll, all the while panting form unfathomable pleasure during the night. Often times for an hour or more- his brain in throws of ecstasy.

Frowning, Auron could not figure out who the source of the boy's torments could be. The woman who could keep him going like this- night after night, the by never getting is fill.

If it was a rock star or some other idol teenagers worshiped these days the dreams would not be so intense… this person had to be close… emotionally and present in his everyday life. A teacher? A peer from school? Of course this revelation also brought more mysteries…

Tidus was an attractive boy, his body was becoming more mature. His back was widening and strengthening to become a man's, his hands were now strong and his physique as a whole was becoming chiseled with blitzball practice… along with his face… he was developing a refined look… his eyes… deep pools of green that the older man could loose himself in…

Auron had first become aware of his not so fatherly feeling toward the boy when he had turned eighteen. Gazing up at the ceiling once again, on the night of Tidus's birthday, he felt his mind wandering toward dark thoughts… ones which he would never act on or voice. Tidus was just a boy… and he an old man.

And so life continued on it' leisurely path. Auron's fortifications becoming rattled every time the boy came home from practice, his musky scent traveling through the boat like marijuana, sticking to everything. Auron acted like the smell was disgusting, ushering Tidus off to take a shower with a glare as soon as he opened the door. But in reality… he was silently hoping the boy would refuse… coming up to him, placing a young hand to his scarred face…

The thoughts made him warm… in all of the wrong places.

Being trained as a warrior monk, Auron was accustomed to bottling everything up… this emotion, this lust, was just harder to contain.

None of this changed the fact, though, that Tidus was distraught… and as Auron knew, sexual frustration was the worst kind.

Sighing he returned inside to put his cup in the sink, then turned to proceed to his room to get his jacket- there was work to be done.

 

Tidus opened the door of the bathroom, his skin sending piercing jolts of pain to his brain. This would teach him not to fantasize… Entering the hall, the temperature difference froze his hair and sent goose bumps through and across his skin. Blinking his eyes he began to turn left- intent on laying on his bare mattress, cooling his skin with the his ceiling fan when his eye's met with Auron's…

“What did you do?” the guardian asked, his voice not surprised but his forehead furrowing slightly.

“It's fine. I have a potion in my room, It will be better in a little… blitzball practice today…” he trailed off… averting his eyes to wall closest to him.

Auron continued to take in he youth's raw skin. What ever torment his head could create, it was obviously taking its toll on the boy. “What ever is bothering you, Tidus, I will try to help. Just say something…” The old man said this in a non accusing way, there was nothing wrong with lustful urges… as long as you weren't their father figure…

Tidus stayed silent, his mind rushing though files, trying to think of something that would make this all seem less serious… less suspicious…

To his great relief, the red clad warrior pushed by him and walked to the door. The silence had meant he understood if Tidus did not want or was able to communicate to feelings at that point in time, and that he was always there if he needed him…

A wave of guilt then crushed the young man- here he was, masturbating to his guardian when all Auron was doing was raising him… trying to be a good father figure.. this was wrong…

Tidus wanted to scream his heart out- why me!?! Why is this happening!?! Instead he wandered to his room… turned on his fan… swallowed the potion and fell asleep… naked on his bare mattress…

 

 

It was night and the boy had just returned home, exhausted and smelling himself he started toward the bathroom, even though there was no Auron there to chastise him.

Entering the hall, Tidus's hand went to grab the bathroom door handle but then realized something was off. Looking down towards his room Auron's door was opened only a crack, soft light fading through onto the polished hardwood floor. It was like a golden beam demanded Tidus follow.. so he did…

Opening the door he gazed into the room, Auron's naked body under the thin cotton sheets. His guardian had always slept naked, it was a fact, Tidus just had never peeked…

The man's chiseled body, the hills and valleys of his muscles, these visions sent shots of blood Tidus's penis, already swelling with desire. Suddenly looking was not enough… he had to touch.

Auron was laying on his stomach, head on his arms, eyes resting lightly closed. As the boy crept closer the only sound tracing through the air was breathing, one slow and rhythmic, the other frantic with anticipation.

He was now at the side of his mentor's bed, hand coming slowly down on his shoulder, fingers tracing the muscle's outline. Auron's skin was warm and soft to the touch, even the scars- crisscrossing underneath the covers- were new sensations to Tidus. His cock becoming warmer and stiffer, he had to pause, take a shuddering breath, then he continued to venture over the slumbering figure more.

Tracing lines and indents he moved his gaze to Auron's face, his lips faintly pink, his three day beard covering up the tiny scars moving around his jaw line… Bending down , slowly and carefully, Tidus pressed his lips against Auron's. The feeling was immediate- Tidus's scrotum was screaming out of pleasure- demanding to be let free from his loose fitting pants, the exotic actions he was taking filling him with never before known excitement.

He pressed his face deeper into Auron's, now opening his mouth, preparing to stick his tongue in for just a taste… a quick taste…

 

BBBBEEEEPPPP

BBBBEEEEPPPP

BBBBEEEEPPPP

 

Tidus jerked awake, his dream slipping away from him like a thief in the night, his phone screeching reality into his subconscious. Dazed for only a moment, he quickly grabbed his cell and flipped it open, voicing a gruff, “Hello?”

“Tidus! Man, where in Yevon's name are you!?! Practice has started!” The frantic voice on the other line shouted. Realizing the episode was another one of the accursed dreams, Tidus swore violently. The potion must have made him doze off while it was healing his burns… Telling his teammate that he would be there momentarily, he threw on his uniform and raced out the door.

 

Practice dulled his mind, it soothed the savage beast that as his yearning for the older man. It gave it a bone, told it to behave. He would dream later.

After practice is when he started to worry. Strange thought were crossing his mind, many taking on the form of actually telling Auron hw he felt. Maybe when his hopes were crushed his body would return to normal…but how would the guardian react toward Tidus himself after all was said and done? Would he abandon him? No.. a father would not do that… but a son would not want to get fucked out of his mind by his father…

On the flipside, what if Auron was not repelled? What if, by chance, he felt the same?

No- it was ludicrous! This was crazy! He would have to suffer alone, until he moved out… how ever long that would take…

Hanging is head in dismay at the approaching years of sexual torture, Tidus only faintly noticed that his feet had started to hit the gang plank that lead to the house boat...

 

Looking at the clock as he returned home, Auron saw that it was three thirty. Tidus should be home, making preparations for practice in a few hours. Breathing exercises, stretching, all of the things that made him excel at this underwater sport- but instead the house was quiet…

Or was it?

Faintly, muffled by walls of wood, Auron could hear the boy gasping- flailing about in pleasure. He must have fallen asleep, and now he was dreaming again…

Coming closer to his door, the man paused to listen… Tidus was breathing a name into his sheets huskily, panting and grinding his erection onto the naked mattress… Auron stopped and held his breath- curiosity and the notion of if he knew the name of Tidus's ailment he could offer unnoticed support…

As a sigh escaped the boy's mouth a name came with it- that name made Auron's heart pause, he died, in that moment, all over again. “A..u..ron…” It was his name! He was causing Tidus's dreams, it was his body pleasuring the boy all this time…

The monk threw his body against the hall's wall, closing his eye he knocked his head against the wood. What was he going to do?

One option would be to give Tidus what he wanted… but this was wrong. He was just a child with mixed up feelings. Never having a proper parent, Tidus probably had no clue what to feel about Auron, leading his thoughts into sexual ones. The other problem was much more selfish- Auron had never experienced another before.

When he was young and naive, the brotherhood was all that mattered, then after being a guardian, he had come to take care of Tidus: a full time job. There was never another adult… maybe this explained his feelings towards the child in turn.

Taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes, Auron was faced with a moral dilemma... one he would have to think about on his own.

In the background Tidus gasped his name again, coming to his climax…

 

It was dark outside, blotting out life, and the calmness swept over the house boat rocking in the waves. Auron was stretched on the couch, book in hand- reading, and waiting at the same time for the boy to walk through the door. Auron needed to know what to prepare for supper.

Always around the same time, Tidus showed up, his scent of testosterone and exertion filling Auron's nostrils with pleasure, which in turn sent it to his thighs… It was always a challenge to get the boy as fast as he could to the shower, so the man could regain his composure and control of his body.

Tonight was turning out already to be different, though, instead of declaring what he wanted to eat, Tidus just stared at Auron, a dazed look in his eyes. The man made eye contact through his glasses at the boy, knowing what was wrong and at the same time hoping the boy would not get the courage to say it…

“Auron…I need to talk to you.” Fuck… Keeping a straight face, Auron sat up and gestured to the seat next to him on the couch, tugging his jacket in such a way to cover up his crotch… it was that damn smell…

As the youth made his way to position himself next to Auron, part of the old man admired his courage, he had a warrior's heart. The other part of him wanted to demand he shut up. This was dangerous territory, and he should leave it be…

Settling himself on the cushion, the fabric forming around his buttocks, Tidus turned his head towards his mentor, his hair still damp- eyes nervous… but needing to get this off of hi chest…

“Auron…I…” He bit his lip, god that was sexy- his teeth, this nervousness… It sent more ammo to Auron's loins, the teen looked away quickly, letting the old man grimace with pleasure. “…I have….been having these dreams… about….” He paused and squeezed his hands… “about…you…”

Tidus made eye contact again, his shoulders relaxing, the boy needed to say this- Auron just could not hear it.

“Tidus. Please. Leave this alone… you do not… do not know what you are getting into.” Auron was now the one struggling. The man looked away- out to the deck. The stars were calming.

Seeing his reaction, Tidus's heart jumped- Auron felt the same. He could feel it- It was a truth as sure as death and life. A truth a sure as love. Overcome with need, and being so close to getting it- Tidus was glad that his unsure self had won. He would make it a point to take more risks form here on out. No matter what the out come of this…

Out of the corner of his eye, Auron could see Tidus getting up, then walking to the point on the floor directly at his feet.

“ Tidus…”

“Auron, I know what I am doing. Please, just…” The boy placed both hands on the either side of the man, leaning his face closer. Propping his knees on the couch, the boy lowered himself onto Auron's lap, straddling his stiff erection.

Tidus then grabbed hold of either side of Auron's face- moving it towards him, their noses a centimeter from touching- “...just let me…”

The monk's eye was pleading from behind his glasses, his hands finding themselves gingerly wrapping around Tidus's hips. The boy's eyes became heavy with pleasure, his hands removing themselves from Auron's face to his glasses. Removing them with a touch as soft as a humming bird… they stared into each other's eyes for a moment…

If they chose to go on, it would be the point of no return…

 

 

Inching his face closer, Tidus tilted his head and let his mouth connect with Auron's… the passion then exploded.

Racing a hand up Tidus's back he grabbed a fist full of hair and forced their kiss deeper. Auron's tongue raping the walls of Tidus's cheeks with lust so curious he could barely contain it. The teen's hips rubbed against the monk's, grinding their penises together, each springing more into life.

Tidus moaned against the forceful kiss, his own hands pushing Auron's face into his, the older man's scratchy beard leaving abrasions on his perfect face. Their breathing becoming faster, Auron took the youth and threw him down into the empty portion of the couch. Letting his back collide with the soft fabric, Tidus released his hands from Auron's hair, gasping into the room, he had never felt so alive.

Auron shrugged out of his heavy jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a clump. Breathing heavily he removed his gloves, letting those also tumble to the ground.

Tidus lifted his hips into the air, moaning loudly begging for Auron to do something- anything. His hands gripped the armrest, his fingers indenting the fabric with the force of control.

Fumbling with his large hands, Auron flicked the straps to Tidus's pants, rushing himself into mistakes. His heart was racing, was this really happening?

Dragging the black fabric down over Tidus's thighs his erection sprung into the air, alert for any attention it could get.

Gazing at the youth's penis, Auron's mouth watered… and the teen begged for relief… anything at all.

Lowering his mouth, Auron kissed Tidus's navel gently, and upon receiving the groan of approval, he went lower, swallowing the tip of Tidus's penis into his mouth.

“Aahhh!!!” The boy thrashed- biting his lip he bucked his hips forward, Auron recalling just in time.

“Tidus…” he panted, “If you want this to happen, stay still…” his deep voice commanding obedience.

“..Okay..” Tidus squeezed his eye's shut, gathering every ounce of self control he could muster. Steadying his body for the pleasure to come.

Catching his breath, Auron lowered once again to Tidus's cock, it was already dripping precum, his time was short. Taking the length into his mouth, the penis hitting the back of his throat he suppressed a gag, he wanted to do this right…wanted to make this amazing.

Sucking lightly, Tidus's legs writhed, bringing them up to frame the older man working. The sucking became steadily stronger while Auron brought is head away slowly, the proceeded to come back down. “Oh god…Yevon… please… help me…” Tidus moaned, pushing his head into the couch, his lips had stared to bleed, the markings from his teeth, standing out lavishly.

As Auron increased the pace, Tidus felt as if he was going to explode, his orgasm taking his soul and everything thing he was with it.

But as quickly as it started, it ended- The man brought his head away, his hair disheveled and falling out of his ponytail. “Auron! Please!” Tidus was on the verge of shouting- his self control was breaking…and so was the monks.

Flipping the youth onto his stomach violently, Auron gasped with anticipation. Fingers removing his many belts and straps, they clanked off of the couch. Tidus then knew what as happening.

This was something he had only dreamed about… He settled into a crouching position, listening to his guardian fumbling now with cloth, letting out a moan when his own stiff member was released into the air.

Not bothering to take his pants all the way off, Auron laid on the back of Tidus's sun kissed body, that smell again enticing him, leaving him defenseless. “Tidus…” he breathed next to the boy's ear, his erection nudging at the boy's opening, stiff and eager for the rest to come. “…I am going to fuck you…and I'm gonna do it now… I can't wait for lubricant. I can't wait for you…” tears were brimming on his eyes, he spoke the truth. Desire encompassed his entire body.

“…Do it.. just fucking do it. I want you now, Auron. More than I have ever wanted anything…” Tidus's voice had a pleading to it- then it turned into a scream of pain.

Auron thrust himself inside, his hips rocking Tidus's backside, he also cried out. Blood was rushing to his head- the boy was so tight it was painful. He put his forehead on the screaming teen's neck, their sweat connecting in tiny pools.

Blood trickled from Tidus's ass, moistening Auron's hips. Both knew what it was, and neither mentioned it.

For a moment they shared the sheer agony of the act. Tidus's rectum slowly conforming to the large penis that was now inside of it, giving leeway for the violent motions to come… it was then that they shared a private signal, one that told Auron to start pumping.

He did so violently, taking his hands and forcing the smaller body onto him. There was the sound of flesh slapping together, it mingled with the moans from Auron and the short, soft screams form Tidus who braced himself with all of his might to prevent his head from colliding with the couch.

Faster, now, the pleasure becoming insatiable, Auron pulled himself all of the way out- only to slam right back in harder and faster than before. Tears welled in Tidus's eyes, not only from pain but a rising sense of ecstasy through this pain. It made him one with the monk, more than any fishing trip could have ever done.

“Tidus, start beating off…”Auron moaned, he was reaching his climax- and wanted to come with the team, such would be the perfect end to a perfect night…

Not questioning him at all, Tidus touched himself, he had never been so hard in his entire life, the pain and pleasure combined was incredible--- “HOLY FUCK!” Tidus screamed, his voce cracking, Auron had just plowed into his g-spot with all the force of a wild bull, sending to boy into spasms of pleasure. “Fucking do that again… fucking fuck my brain out!” He screamed again, getting another thrust straight to the same area.

Auron, withdrew fully for the last time, and took all of the momentum the warrior could muster and directed it at the teen's opening.

“AHH! FUCK!” Tidus screamed as loud as humanly possible- His penis ejecting all over the nice furniture, draining he boy as he expected. He felt lifeless but filled to the brim.

Auron also let out a scream, but it was one of pure ecstasy- he emptied himself into the boy, sweating and shaking violently. After pausing he laid down on Tidus's back, listening to him crying softly…

“Don't cry boy…” Auron whispered…rubbing Tidus's shoulder and burying his face into his back. Had he caused him pain? Did Tidus regret his actions?

“It's just that…” The teen caught his breath after every word… “I don't want this to ever end Auron… ever…”

Closing his eye, Auron agreed, but nothing lasted indefinitely…