Kakusu no Honou: The Hidden Flame

By Seishuku Skuld (skuldsai@magicgirl.com)

Edited by King Spider (kingspider2001@hotmail.com)

Series: Final Fantasy X

Pairing: Auron x Tidus

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, mostly spoiler-free. ^^;;  no flames will be tolerated. ^_^;;  They will be sent around to my friends and ridiculed.

Author’s Notes: All Final Fantasy characters belong to Squaresoft, and I am using them for my perverse pleasures without profit. ^_^  I promise I will (eventually) put them back where I found them. ^^;;  Don’t bother suing me either, I’m a poor college student. ^^;;

Dedicated to: All the diehard Auron-yaoi fans out there, like me. ^_^  Auron wa DAISUKI! ^_^

Kakusu no Honou: The Hidden Flame

With a sigh, Tidus lay himself thankfully to rest in his bed.  He had been fighting on the Mi’hen highroad all day, not to mention the blitzball tournament the day before.  He was tired, and the soft beds and shower at Rin’s Travel Agency brought some much needed refreshment, and a boost of their small company’s morale.  Although Wakka had his doubts about the inn being run by an Al Bhed, all doubt quickly faded from his mind as he too quickly settled into the comforting cotton sheets.

Yuna and Lulu were in the room next to theirs, being girls, they had decided to take a chamber of their own, guardians or no.  For that, Tidus was quite thankful.  Lulu was still cold to him, and even the smallest of her glares would send chills down his back.  It had been a nightmare back in Besaid, and he was so grateful he’d found Auron again, although he did have a tendency to pout because the swordsman was the one who got him into this fix in the first place.

“Too bad,” Tidus thought with a mental sigh as he settled deeper into the soft blankets, “we have to share a room with Wakka and Kimahri.”  Without even saying anything, Wakka had plopped himself into the bed next to Tidus, and Kimahri had lain on the other side of him, leaving Auron all the way on the other side of the room.

Tidus was too shy to ask either Wakka and Kimahri to move, they looked tired enough, and though he was normally open and friendly, he did not know what the opinions would be to his relationship with Auron, given what Wakka already demonstrated with his prejudices against the Al Bhed.

Tidus sighed again, and rolled over, pulling his sheets up to his chin.  An encounter tonight with Auron was impossible, and he could only hope for another night at another inn.  “And I’ve only just found him!” he resisted the urge to pout again.

So he drifted off to sleep, suddenly finding himself missing Zanarkand more than ever, and Auron’s warm body by his side.

Since he had been a young child, barely aware of blossoming desire, Tidus had been shyly attracted to Auron.  At first, the feelings were unexplained, and young Tidus assumed he just liked to spend time with Auron.  The older man was kind and caring, though often stern, and more of a father figure to the boy than Jecht would ever have been.

It wasn’t until Tidus was older, old enough to understand the feelings pulling at his heartstrings did he realize he was in love.  Auron had always held himself aloof, somehow distant, looking at Tidus with an expressionless face.  But every time he looked into those eyes behind the glasses, he was mesmerized by the sheer depth of the liquid iris of his one good eye.  It was as if all the world was contained in that eye, and Tidus often would find himself gazing at him until Auron grunted and said, “What are you staring at, boy?” and Tidus would snap out of his foolish reverie.

That was about when he started to timidly seduce Auron.  He really didn’t know what he was doing in fact, but he did his best to do what the movies and stories he’d read told him to.  But it went all wrong.  He proposed a trip to the beach once, but all Auron did was refuse to go into the water and tell Tidus to go and play blitzball with some strangers who he was much better than.  That had been a disappointing trip, and had left him very frustrated.

Next, he whined to Auron until the older man went to watch some of his games, and though his team won and he played his best, Auron told him he could do better and not to get the victory get to his head.  Even a celebratory hug had been rejected by a strong arm that pushed him away.  If Tidus had bothered to look closer, he would have seen Auron turning slightly pink around the ears, but being the boy he was, he didn’t and just became more frustrated.

One planned encounter failed after the next, leaving all of Tidus’ efforts in vain.  He’d tried the regular things: movies, parties, flowers (which Auron ignored), candelit dinners (Auron left immediately after seeing the candles), blitzball (again unsuccessful), and even purposefully slipped off the dock into the water, hoping he would look very sexy when wet.  To that, Auron gave another of his customary grunts, a stern look, and a comment about his clumsiness and stupidity.

In several months, Tidus had found every subtle hint he’d made ignored, and even some of the more blatant ones refused (perhaps the candles were a bit too much, he thought), and it all came down to one very moonstruck and frustrated Tidus.

He came home from blitzball practice one day, and having been assaulted by several fangirls, among whom he’d recently become quite popular.  This was one of the unforeseen difficulties to his rising stardom, and though he found it easy to flirt with the girls (he’d gotten and turned down several offers of dates and true love), it soon became all the more apparent that he wanted Auron, very badly and very soon, and he did all he could to escape the crowds.

This time he’d barely scraped by, he lost himself somewhere in the streets full of people, and his fans had thankfully lost his tracks.  He was completely tired and weary as he walked in the door of his new home, stripped off all of his clothes, and threw himself on the soft, fluffy couch for a nice nap.  That was when he noticed Auron.

“You seem energetic today,” Auron remarked with a flat tone, his expression telling Tidus he was not amused, and not used to having a rising sixteen year old blitzball star hurled at him.

“Sorry!” Tidus exclaimed extricating himself quickly from Auron’s lap.  “I…I…uh…” he found himself stammering and blushing profusely.  He had thrown himself, completely naked, in Auron’s direction, and had landed directly on the man’s lap.  Nevermind that was where he most wanted to be at the moment, he found himself slightly shamed at the long-suffering look on the man’s face. 

“I was really tired,” Tidus murmured, hiding his red cheeks by lowering his head, “I...just threw myself down, I didn’t look…I’m sorry I hit you…I didn’t mean to…I won’t do it next time.”  The situation was worsened by the fact that he was naked, his clothes in a heap in the other room, and he had never wanted Auron to see him naked until he was ready!

“Well, too late for that,” Tidus thought, wrinkling his nose a bit at the awkward situation.  Here he should be seducing Auron, and all he think of was…

“Oh no,” he groaned inwardly, feeling a familiar warmth pooling around his groin, this was the last thing he needed.  There was no hiding his attraction now, what would Auron do?

Tidus looked at Auron cautiously, and found the older man staring him in the face.  He found he could not break away from Auron’s firm gaze, so he stared back at him, and looked decidedly embarrassed. “Um…” Tidus began, turning ever redder than before and fishing for an appropriate excuse for his body’s reaction.

Auron said nothing as Tidus watched his gaze travel from his boyish face, to the arousal between his legs, and back up to his face again.  Now he was done for!  Tidus almost panicked.  What was he to do now?  He would be lucky if Auron didn’t chop him to bits with that sword he’d seen hanging in his bedroom!

“Aaa…I…I…” Tidus began, leaning back as Auron came forward, still holding eye contact.

“Quiet,” Auron commanded, his expression unreadable.

Tidus shut up, better do what that man says.  He flushed another shade of red.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Auron simply said, and then everything from there on became a blur. 

Before he knew what was happening, he found himself kissed, Auron’s lips pressing insistently against his own, nipping at his lower lip until he gasped and Auron’s tongue entering his mouth.  He was pressed against the couch as the swordsman stripped off his clothes and pressed his own erection against Tidus’, which to the boy was pure heaven.

Everything was a rush of sensation to the young blitzball star, he touched and was touched in places he’d never even dreamed of, he gasped and moaned loudly, unable to control his inexperienced body in the heat of desire.  Every second he shared that day with Auron was pure bliss as finally his dreams and fantasies came true.

Tidus awoke the next day, feeling a bit sore in strange places, but happy and content, hoping that the events he remembered were not another wet dream.  He blinked in the sunlight, and sat up, admiring Auron who was sitting in bed, fully dressed, and gazing off into space.

“I love you,” Tidus said, wrapping an arm around his new lover and burying his face in the man’s shoulder.  “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Auron grunted his response and didn’t say anything.  Tidus looked vaguely perplexed.  “Auron,” he began, as panic set in.  What if Auron didn’t love him?  What if Auron was going to leave him?  What would he do then?

“You should get to practice,” the man answered, slipping out of bed and walking out of the room.

“Wait!  Auron!” Tidus exclaimed, trying to stop him but tripping over the rumpled sheets, “Wait!”

“You’ll be late,” the man called to him, before he heard the slamming of a door.  Auron was already gone.

Tidus was crushed for the rest of the day, why had Auron been so cold to him?  Last night had been heaven and…

Tidus worried all the way back home, and even his fans had stopped nagging him, they looked at each other and wondered what was wrong.

He was relieved to find Auron sitting on his couch when he returned, reading a magazine.

“…Hi…” Tidus hesistantly began, sure that he had somehow botched up ’the morning after.’

Auron grunted but looked up from his reading and acknowledged his presence.   And his eye as he greeted Tidus that evening, told the boy all he had needed to know.

Tidus was awakened from his dreamless sleep as a firm hand came to rest on his shoulder.  He opened his eyes lazily, perturbed to find it was still dark in the room.  Was it time to leave already?  He was still tired and sleepy!

“Auron, is it…?” he began, wanting assurance that it really wasn’t time they started on their journey.

“Quiet,” Auron commanded softly.

Tidus looked at him quizzically.  What was the man up to?  His eyes widened as he realized, and Auron slipped into the small bed with him.

The bed was made for only one occupant, and Tidus found it a wonder that though he and Auron pressed as close together as they could, they didn’t fall off.

Tidus sighed as quietly as he could as he felt Auron’s lips close over his.  The first night had seemed merely a few days before, but he felt as if Auron had always belonged by his side, limbs entangled, kissing him.  Tidus nearly melted as Auron moved down his neck, nipping gently at the smooth skin.

Tidus whimpered, pressing himself closer to Auron, trying as hard as he could to get every point in their bodies into contact.  He nearly moaned aloud as his rapidly-hardening arousal pressed against the swordsman’s, jolts of pleasure running down his spine and making his head spin with delight.

Auron rained light kisses on Tidus’ skin as he ground his hips with his younger lover, attacking a nipple on the youth’s smooth chest, knowing it was the next sensitive part on Tidus’ body next to his cock.

Tidus moaned in the back of his throat, as Auron closed his mouth on his chest, lapping at a nipple gently while a hand tweaked the other one into hardness.  Tidus arched his back at the waves of pleasure traveling through his body, Auron somehow knowing just the way to stimulate him.  Those days in Besaid were long and terrible to bear, and Tidus felt lost and confused without his lover.  He was so happy now that he had found him again.  All other thoughts quickly washed away as Auron pulled the rest of the blankets over their heads, creating a shield, a small burrow for them to share their furtive love-making before morning arrived and the journeying continued.

Auron shifted until he was on top of Tidus, their fingers entwined and chests heaving together.

Tidus moaned softly, the thought of their surreptitious coupling making him even more excited.  One loud moan or gasp would give them away entirely, so they would have to tread carefully.  It was a heady thrill that Tidus was willing to risk the fire for.

He lay back languidly as he felt Auron’s gaze raking his body.  Auron was just a dark shadow above him, but he didn’t need his eyes anymore to tell him what his older lover was thinking, or wanting.  He reached out a hand and stroked Auron’s erection, enjoying the throb of the thick shaft in his hand as his fingers left sparks in their wake.

Auron was as silent in bed as Tidus was loud, and only a heavy sigh told him how much Auron was enjoying his ministrations.  The older man hooked his chin over Tidus’ shoulder, and kissed his neck passionately, one hand roaming down the smooth muscles that defined the boy’s sensual back.

Tidus toyed with Auron’s erection, sliding one finger down the man’s length and to the tip, where it collected a drop of warm liquid.  Auron grunted his pleasure as he did so, unconsciously thrusting his hips in the boy’s direction as a hand closed about his cock and began light caresses.

For several moments Auron lay on Tidus, one hand moving to ravish his younger lover’s nipple, his fingers playing across the tiny bud of flesh.  Tidus whimpered and pumped his hand faster, feeling Auron’s strong body above him shudder at the impact of his talents.

It wasn’t long before Auron moved reluctantly out of his grasp, mind obviously set on another prize.  Tidus knew this aspect of his lover quite well, and it was all he could do not to quiver and moan with anticipation.

He heard Auron reach out of the blankets, feeling around Tidus’ piles of clothes for something.  “I don’t…” Tidus started, as loudly as he dared, trying not to wake the other occupants of the room, who he hoped were still slumbering.  He half expected Wakka to lift the blanket and expose them both, but that never came and Tidus was glad. 

Having found what he was looking for, Auron closed up their little world again, and whispered into his ear, “I picked some up in Luca.  I dropped them by your clothes before I slipped in the bed.”

“Oh,” Tidus murmured, pleased that Auron thought ahead to do that.  That meant of course, that he had more things to look forward to on this trip.

Auron leaned down and kissed Tidus as one hand deftly uncorked the bottle.  Tidus felt a lubricated digit probe his entrance and gasped, arching his back.  He moaned in the back of his throat, the feeling of Auron preparing him had been sorely missed while he was stuck in Besaid.  He knew he wouldn’t last long for it seemed like an eternity ago that Auron last made love him.

He began to push back on Auron as the man entered a second lubricated digit.  Tidus moved to push the fingers deeper, hoping Auron would hit that spot inside him that made him go wild.  He shifted his hips and groaned, barely remembering to keep quiet.  The anticipation of Auron entering him was too much.

Tidus lifted a knuckle to his mouth as Auron’s fingers brushed against his spot, and he had to bite down to keep himself from crying out loud.  He gasped again when he felt Auron press against his entrance, entering him slowly and gripping his hips so he couldn’t squirm and impale himself like he wanted to so badly.

“Oh Auron,” Tidus shuddered as he felt his lover bury himself.  Auron lifted one of Tidus’ legs over his shoulder to get a better angle before pulling out in one liquid stroke and plunging back in. 

Tidus arched his back as Auron entered him each time, his lover’s shaft filling him and driving him to new heights of pleasure.  He whimpered and thrashed under the covers as Auron rubbed up against his pleasure spot, a haze of passion settling over his clouded brain as his world shrunk to him and Auron making love.

Auron tried his best to keep himself from moaning as loudly as Tidus, the younger boy’s passage was still so tight, it wrapped around him firmly as he drove the boy hard, Tidus pushing on back on each of his thrusts, gasping for more as he met each stroke.  His younger lover’s voice was barely restrained, each breath and pant controlled as they labored not to get discovered, the illicit sex giving both partners of rush of excitement which only turned them on more. 

Tidus knew he was lost the moment Auron gripped his erection, pumping rhythmically to his strokes.  He was already in sensory overload as Auron filled him, but the hand on his own arousal was too come.  He came violently, opening his mouth in a soundless cry as the orgasm ripped through his body, sending bursts of pleasure in every direction.  He felt his body tense and his back arch as he splashed Auron and himself with his warm seed.

Auron came as Tidus’ passage closed around him, the boy’s muscles squeezing him with a delicious pressure that drove him over the edge as he came inside Tidus’, filling the boy and gripping his hips as he came in waves.

It was Tidus who collapsed first, body still tingling with his powerful orgasm, he lie back on the now damp sheets of his bed,  completely exhausted and drained of energy.  He was joined a few moments later by Auron who slid out of Tidus and lay beside him, pulling him close.

They cuddled together in the bed, Auron pushing the blankets further down so they could get a breath of fresh air.  Tidus smiled happily and snuggled into Auron’s shoulder, whispering, “I missed you, Auron,” before falling into a contentedly sleep.

Auron didn’t answer, but merely shifted Tidus closer, wrapped his other arm around him, and drifted off to sleep.

Tidus was the last to wake up the morning, a bit disappointed that Auron was absent from his side, and annoyed at being dragged out of bed by Wakka.

“You look real tired, man,” he commented, “sure you got enough sleep last night?”

“Yeah,” Tidus answered, trying to hide a grin, “plenty.”

“If you say so,” Wakka replied, shrugging his shoulders, “but don’t drop dead on me on the road, ya?”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

Auron had pulled himself out of Tidus’ bed before the others awoke, dressed and slipped quietly out of the inn to enjoy the sunrise.  He was joined a few moments later by Kimahri, also fully dressed.  Auron wondered what the Ronso had to say to him.

“Auron and Tidus loud.  Kimahri heard.  Be quiet next time.”

I’ll see if I can do that,” Auron replied, amused.

Tidus finished his breakfast and walked outside of the inn to find Auron and the rest of the company already assembled and waiting for him.

Tidus stayed behind in the group as they set off, walking by Auron’s side and giving him a wide grin and a wink.  Auron grunted in a non-amused sort of manner, but he smiled slightly, the one that only Tidus got to see.

~END~ ^_^

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