Eden
A Saidan no Hitsuji Companion Story

By Seishuku Skuld (skuldsai@magicgirl.com)

Series: Final Fantasy X
Pairing: Jecht x Auron
Warnings: YAOI, Lemon, sap, probably classified as PWP. ^^:;


Hey minna-san! This is a side story to my fic, Saidan no Hitsuji (Sacrificial Lamb). You don't need to know my fic to read this, but it would be nice, because it picks up right after Chapter Five. I fondly call this Chapter Five-and-a-half. ^_^ Unlike Saidan, I wrote this fic in third person. I wanted to go a little more in-depth into Jecht's feelings for Auron. Besides, I like my lemons better in third person anyway. ^_^

The title of this song was inspired by the opening of Yami no Matsuei (which is a cool shounen-ai/supernatural/mystery anime/manga that everybody should see/read. ^_~ It kicks ass!), the song just fit my mood when I was writing this.

Don't bother flaming me about Auron and/or Jecht not being gay...because let me check...*pause* they are! Too bad, so sad! Guess what, there are gay people in this world! Live with it. ^_~ Or I laugh at you.


Soba ni iru dake de
Sono me ni mitsumerareru dake de
Dokidoki tomaranai
"No" tewa ienai...
Dakishimerareru to
Kimi to "paradise" ni iru mitai.

All I need is to be by your side
All I need is to be gazed on by your eyes
I can't stop my heart pounding
I can't say "no"...
When you hold me
I'm in paradise with you.

-UTADA HIKARU: Automatic

Eden

The kiss was alive. It had taken a life of its own as soon as Jecht had pressed his hesistant mouth to Auron's and discovered a heated desire hidden within the warrior monk's soft, pliant lips.

The kiss was on fire. It consumed them both in its fury, both guardians standing on the piers of Bevelle's port, sparring wildly with their tongues, moaning encouragement to each other. It was beautiful, the soft sighing of the sea wrapping about them as their bodies pressed together, frantic, desperate hands seeking warm flesh.

A small part of their minds started out of the euphoria of the kiss, realizing how cold the ocean wind was cold as it cut across their skin. A warmer place was needed, and they began to seek a private, safer place.

They made their time as quickly as they could, dashing back to the Bevelle Temple by cover of the darkness of the night. They stole little kisses in the shadows of buildings, pressing their bodies together, almost giving up and deciding to stay there. But each time, Auron shook his head, pushed Jecht ever so gently away, and they continued on their way.

They sneaked down the corridors of the temple, not meeting a single living soul, the would-be lovers making their way to one of their rooms. Auron's came first, so their desire-driven minds settled immediately on that.

Jecht pushed Auron against the hard wood door, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, pressing as much skin into contact as he could. He breathed heavily, his member straining painfully at his pants, his hands gripping Auron's shoulders firmly as he poured his being into their kiss.

Auron fumbled at the doorknob, his passion-hazed mind struggling to work the mechanics of opening the door. He finally had it, and it gave way, their weight swinging the thing open and carrying them both to the bed. Jecht kicked the door closed with a resounding slam and went to back his newly discovered lover.

He pulled Auron against him, crushing the younger man to his chest. Auron responded in like fierceness, taking adventurous bites at whatever skin Jecht presented him with. He gasped as Jecht reached a hand to grab at the front his pants, and the bulge that manifested itself there. The touch was rough but loving, and the pleasure of that caress left him mind begging for more of the torturous pleasure.

Jecht undressed Auron quickly, sliding the red robe to the floor and revealing the man's arm in the pale moonlight. He ran a scarred hand along the limb, memorizing the softness of the man's skin. He slid his other hand along Auron's chest, traveling the smooth plane until he reached the waist, unbuckling the belt which held the crimson robe. Then the rest of it slid to the floor, and he admired Auron' s bare, chiseled chest. The man was a perfect statue carved out by the god, a statue who had a growing erection that was hard for him.

Jecht decided he'd save that prize for later as he reached a hand out to cup Auron's face. The monk leaned into his hand, closing his eyes and sighing, exposing a tasty piece of neck which Jecht took full advantage of. He leaned down to nip at Auron's pale skin, his teeth raking along the flesh, his tongue caressing with fervor. He heard the younger man's insistent whines beneath him, Auron's hands coming from behind to grip the skin of his exposed back.

Jecht moved away gently, pausing for a moment to admire Auron's face in the moonlight streaming from the window. His complexion was silk, the color a gentle tinge of blue from the moon. His hand came up to brush a stray wisp of ebony hair from Auron's face, wondering at how beautiful the man was. He'd never seen him like that before, quiet and passive, submitting to the heat of the moment. Auron gazed back at him patiently, waiting, enjoying his lover's stare. It filled him somehow, made him feel whole, it bound them together.

Jecht smiled slowly, for the first time, consciously acknowledging how much he loved the man before him. The wind still blew through Auron's open window, blowing the curtains gently and ruffling his already disheveled hair. If it wasn't for the cold, he wouldn't have minded.

"Move over you selfish fiend," Jecht chuckled, pulling Auron's blankets over their bodies, "I'm freezing to death."

Auron laughed and obliged, rolling to one side and gathering one end of the covers in his hand. In a tandem motion, the two lovers lifted the blankets clear of the beds and over their heated forms, encasing them in a small, dark world that no one else could touch.

There, they explored each other, their tongues dancing again, their hands wandering, memorizing the flesh in its throes of passion. Their touches burned with need, with love, each gentle finger leaving a trail of flames, stirring the yearning that had lain too-long dormant.

Auron gasped as Jecht took him in his strong arms, crushing him close and grinding their hips together. Their arousals met in a delicious duet of friction, bringing both the men to moaning, all thought of propriety lost in their newfound enthusiasm. Their questing hands abandoned the remains of their clothing, kicking them through the small opening they made in their world. When that was done, they closed it back up, and only the two of them existed.

Jecht couldn't suppress a grin as he took Auron's erection in his hands, feeling the weight and the length of the member. Auron moaned quietly, his eyes closing, his mouth opening as a silent gasp escaped his lips. Jecht moved to capture Auron in a kiss again, this time sparring for but a short time and moving lower down the man's perfect chest, to his abdomen, where he made generous licks across the silky skin there.

Jecht finally reached his destination, lapping tentatively at the head of Auron's cock, collecting a small drop of pearly liquid on his tongue. He did not need to wait for a response as Auron immediately groaned, his hips making a spasmodic thrust. Jecht smiled before taking Auron's member into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before going down to take the entire shaft into his mouth.

Auron arched his back, throwing his head to the side. He'd had other lovers before but somehow none had ever given him as much pleasure as Jecht was giving him now. He was nearly delirious with the sensation, never in his wet dreams had anyone had a talent for anything such as this. The man reveled in the heady sensuality, his mind lost amid the thrusts and moans of his body.

Jecht smiled around Auron's cock. Through all the men he'd slept with, he'd never met one as responsive as Auron was. The younger man was a bundle of nerves ready to be caressed, each tangible part of him a center which easily expanded into an endless ripple which rocked the rest of his body. He did not want to finish Auron off quickly, however, and so moved off to other conquests, much to the disappointment of his lover.

Jecht moved nibbled lightly at the tender skin of Auron's inner thigh, one hand still gently massaging the warrior-monk's erect organ. Auron was pleading, his hands buried in Jecht's tousled hair, trying to raise the man back to his aching arousal.

Jecht shook his head slowly, his eyes meeting Auron's beneath the darkness of the barriers of their little world, their little paradise. There was something he needed, and he wondered if Auron had anything adequate. He would sooner stop there than hurt his new beloved. But Auron understood with the need of a spoken word, and a pale arm reached beneath the covers to fumble around under the bed.

Auron's arm returned a few moments later with a small bottle of scented oil. It was all they needed for now. It was a simple glass bottle, translucent and light, easily lost. But Auron always had it, held onto it preciously. It was a silly kind of hope that he'd get to use it again with Braska. But since the journey began, he knew in the depths of his heart, the bottle was waiting for another to handle it.

Jecht popped the small cork and splashed the liquid it contained onto his hands. Jecht stretched himself languidly over Auron's prostrate body, one hand passing the tiny vial into Auron's hand, and the other toying with the ring of muscle that was Auron's entrance.

Auron closed his fingers about the bottle and whimpered, moving his hips in an effort to get Jecht's fingers within him. He could hear the quick intakes of breath as Jecht laughed silently, lovingly obligingly Auron by pressing a lubricated digit deep into the warrior-monk's passage.

Auron tired to remember the last time he'd made love, and failed. It was too long ago, and his mind did not want to delve that deep into the past. It snapped back into the present as another of Jecht's fingers entered, stretching him in every direction, and gently brushing against the nub that made the stars of the night explode in his head.

Jecht heard Auron give a particularly load moan and an involuntary thrust. He shook his head, this boy was unlike any other. Perhaps, he thought with a tranquil smile, that was why he had unexpectedly fallen for him. Perhaps, that was what made his body ache, his cock throb with need. Every movement, every moan and whine that Auron made traveled straight to his groin and his pulsing member. As much as Auron was in need, Jecht needed it more, he had to plunge himself in that tight body, feel it writhing against him as he pumped inside and out.

Auron spread his legs wider, and lifted his hips slightly when he was ready. There was no way to explain the need that was driving him, but it was like a scorching whip, driving him ever forward, pushing him towards Jecht. He gave into the feeling completely, lost within its raging storm, embracing his own loneliness and his precious cure.

The blitzball player did not hesitate, did not miss a single beat. In a flash, he was positioned at Auron's entrance, taking the bottle from Auron's hand and pouring the oil liberally onto his cock. The cool liquid was a surprise, his erection twitching as the cool liquid was spread onto his shaft. Jecht dropped the bottle onto the bed, and it rolled onto the floor, shattering with a crystalline tingle. Auron didn't need it anymore.

Jecht entered Auron slowly, pressing cautiously into the man's passage, not wanting to hurt him. At that moment, pain was the last thing on Auron's mind as he moved, his hips thrusting downward to impale himself upon Jecht's member. His body moved of its own volition, uncontrolled by his mind, driven by the need and love for the fellow guardian inside him.

Auron's closed his eyes, his entire frame trembling as Jecht withdrew in a liquid motion, nearly detaching himself entirely from Auron, and driving him wild. He panted, feeling small trickles of sweat travel down his forehead. By Yevon, he needed this. It was imperative that Jecht make love to him, hard, quick, rough, but full of whatever it was they were both drunk on and drowning in.

Auron whined, his entire face moving to his expression.

So beautiful, was Jecht's last thought before he dove into Auron's body again, driving into the tight heat that gripped his cock from every direction. Jecht thought he would die from the pleasure. No other man had ever felt as sweet, as tight, as soft as Auron did.

Jecht gasped, his body quaking with the power of his own thrusts as he entered Auron over and over again, his shaft engulfed by Auron's hot channel. He never dreamed it could be like this, it was almost impossible to fathom that there would be something this incredible, so he went as deep as he could, his hips moving rhythmically in slow, liquid strokes.

Auron hands twisted himself in the sheets as Jecht's hands came to grip his hips in an attempt to stop the wild bucking of his hips. Jecht's cock filled him, stretched him, it fit him like a glove, so perfect it was already a part of him. He couldn't imagine living without it.

Jecht pounded harder and faster, urged by the shuddering frame the enflamed moans coming from the body beneath him. Auron's legs came to wrap around his waist driving him still deeper within the man. Suddenly remembering Auron's own unfulfilled desire, he reached a hand down to stroke Auron's erection.

It was simple, that was all it took, a complete circle of joining before Auron cried out and climaxed, his passage clenching around Jecht, covering both their chests and stomaches with his warm seed.

Jecht came too, at the strangled sound of Auron's voice, and the vice-like clamping of Auron's tight channel. It was like being gripped in heaven.

The moment seemed to last forever, time seemingly slowing as both their pleasures exploded from their bodies. When it was finally over, Jecht laid himself beside Auron, lifting a hand to pull the blanket from their sweating bodies and give them both some fresh air.

They breathed deeply the scent of the sea wind and the thick aroma of sex which permeated the room. Auron smiled at Jecht, his eyes glittering with pleasure and contentment as he wrapped an arm around Jecht's waist. It was a lingering touch, one that brushed gently against the skin before settling down.

/I love you,/ Auron seemed to say, though he needed no spoken words to say so.

/I love you too,/ Jecht replied by touching a hand to Auron's cheek and kissing him tenderly on the lips before settling back to the pillow. He gave Auron a smile, one that the man would remember for the rest of his life, and thereafter. One he cherished, one he cried over, one he saw in his dreams when there was nothing left to him but broken memories. But that one always stayed whole. It was a promise, a statement, a glimpse of the future.

/Forever./


~*owari*~