Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Delivery Boy ❯ Delivery Boy 1 ( Chapter 1 )

-Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story are property of Squaresoft, and Final Fantasy X. I seek no financial gain from any of this. Enjoy.

"The Delivery Boy"

By Lunatic Artist

The miniature pendulum clock on the fire place mantle struck eight `o clock P.M. Auron climbed off of the couch, with a little difficulty, as he had a 6'4'' Guado strung on him. He nudged the slumbering body off from his lap and stalked onward to the kitchen. Stepping passed the threshold of the entrance, he reached over and grabbed the cordless phone that was mounted to the wall. With quick fingers he dialed a few buttons.

"Yes, I'd like to place an order for delivery." He paused a few moments, awaiting the others' reply. The girl on the other end seemed a little frightened by Auron's tone of voice. Either that, or she though his voice was so damn sexy, that she just had to stutter.

"Okay, I want a 16'' pepperoni pizza. That's it… wait… could you make that pan?… alright." He paused again, waiting for the transaction. He waited and waited… until all he could really hear was the sound of clacking pans and soft voices in the background.

"Hello?" he paused yet again. "Hello? Are you going to give me a price?" he muttered afterward… and enjoyed more silence. The girl finally spoke up, apologizing frantically.

"What's your name?" he asked. "Maya, is it? Are you new there? …I see. Well, Maya, I gave you my order, now fill it all in and give me a price…" he waited…

"Twelve, sixty… alright. And the wait? Thirty minutes… okay, thank you. Have a nice evening, Maya." He hung up the phone and returned to the living room, where Seymour was still crashed out on the couch, murmuring little words from his parted lips.

You're worse than I am… he thought looking thoughtfully at his lover. He stepped over and sat down on a cushion that was occupied by Seymour. He wanted to wake him up, but he looked so damned peaceful… Screw it… he thought, and leaned over Seymour's side, gently nudging him as he did so.

"Pst… Seymour-pookie, wake up." He softly shook his shoulder. The Guado remained unmoved. Auron grabbed both of his shoulders and lifted him up. Afterward, he let him drop back down onto the couch. Waking Seymour was never an easy, gentle task. Auron would always have to use force. After a moment, to Auron's surprise, Seymour stirred and eventually sat up.

"Good morning there, Pookie." Auron chirped, rubbing Seymour's thigh.

"Morning? It is not…" he replied, looking to the window.

"No, it's still night time."

Seymour groaned and cracked his spine, shifting it awake. He looked at the mantle.

"Hmm, I didn't sleep very long…" he complained, leaning against Auron.

"We can sleep all day tomorrow." He grinned, suggesting that neither of them were going to get any rest.

"Is that so?" Seymour smiled.

"Very so." Auron leaned in and kissed Seymour's lips. "I ordered a pizza. I figured you wouldn't feel like cooking for me tonight."

"Perhaps." Seymour replied, narrowing his eyes and smiling.

There was a moment of silence, the two didn't have anything grand to say. They simply sat there, looking around. Seymour was about to get up, but a firm hand around his wrist prevented him from doing so.

"Where are you going?" Auron asked, looking up at Seymour.

"To that bathroom, if that is okay with you…"

"I have an idea…" Auron paused and then smirked, "Care for an appetizer, before the pizza?"

"What ever do you mean, sir?" Seymour replied with a higher tone than usual.

Auron smirked again and unfastened the waistband of his jeans. Seymour raised an elegant brow and sat back down beside him.

"Oh, you're funny." He sneered, leaning down over Auron's hips. He grabbed the jeans and tugged them part way down Auron's thighs, and then did the same to the dark red boxers. Seymour tipped his head up to look at Auron, who was already panting from anticipation. Seymour smiled wickedly and bent down for the kill.

Without any hesitation, Seymour stuffed the hardened appendage into his mouth. He was pleased to hear a low growl sound from his lover's lips. With that, he slid his appetizer to the back of his throat, savoring the tender, salty skin. He was used to the intrusion, as Auron usually lost control other times, and bucked his hips. Auron writhed a little on the couch cushion, his skin getting chills as Seymour continued with his attentions.

No warning, Seymour lifted his head and looked up at Auron.

"I'm getting something for my hunger, what are you getting exactly?" Seymour asked with a smug grin. He knew that pausing would drive Auron nuts. Auron said nothing, as he furrowed his brows, instead, he grabbed the back of Seymour's head and directed his mouth back over his erection. Auron heard a few muffled protests but Seymour resumed anyway. Auron threw his head back against the couch and began to moan softly.

Seymour's skilled mouth rode up and down over the taught length, he awaited the load with a little patience. Out from the thick air of the task at hand, arose a hollow chime coming from the front door. Neither of them heard the sound. It was the delivery person. Standing outside, was a rather short young man. His short bleach-blond hair was flared out as the layered tendrils lifted in the soft breeze. His sapphire blue eyes peered around, waiting impatiently for someone to come to the door. He reached out to ring the door bell a second time, but something audible caught the attention of his interest.

He side-stepped over toward the window. He stood on the edge of the concrete porch, craning his torso out to see what he heard. His eyes widened at what he saw. Auron and Seymour on a couch… together and…

"Auron?" he murmured.

He couldn't see the face of the other, but he knew who it was… the long blue stalks could only belong to one man.

"Seymour……"

The young man shook his head of the image and returned to the door, knocking on it very loudly; wanting to get the confrontation over and done with as soon as possible.

Seymour lifted his head at the pounding intrusion and looked toward the door.

"Make yourself decent!" Seymour commanded, slapping Auron's thigh. He made his way to the door, wiping his mouth as he did so. Auron crossed his left thigh over his right and folded his hands in his lap. Seymour grabbed the door handle and opened it, to his surprise, someone quite familiar stood on the porch, with pizza satchel in hand…