Tidus knew that being in a strange place without really knowing how he got there should freak him out, but once you lived through it the first time it seemed like the second time wasn't all that exciting. At least this time he hadn't been transported via a gigantic swirling vortex of water and stone and metal that was pretty much destroying his
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Pushing past the door (to what Auron could only consider the most hideous room in the history of rooms) the monk undid the clasps to his jacket and draped it carefully on the nearest chair. Whatever was going on in this particular hotel, he wanted absolutely nothing of it. Moving back to the door, he closed it before turning back to actually take the room in. Silently he cursed at himself for not doing so in advance and leaving. A slim eyebrow was raised behind dark sunglasses before a slowtsk sound came from his lips.
“Tidus.” Came the gruff replied, there really weren’t too many words that could have been said in this situation. There were a few that came to his mind (such as put some clothes on), but he doubted that would be heeded either way.
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Well, enough time to wonder about that last bit later. He was currently attempting to get his heart under control and find something to give him the semblance of decency besides his small towel, though since it was only Auron that latter part was currently taking a back seat to his natural curiosity.
"Auron?" he blurted aloud in his usual way. "What are you doing here?" Though that was probably a stupid question, wasn't it? Auron was always around. He was a Guardian. "Is Yuna okay?" At least his head was partially in the right place.
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“Put your clothes on.” A man could only handle so much of this hotel’s foolishness before he snapped, and the way the water was playing along Tidus’ body was Auron’s snapping point. The air was definitely thicker than he was used to and in all honestly, he hadn’t believed that being sent was going to feel anything like this.
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He'd know Auron the majority of his life, the man a sort of Guardian for him in his younger days when his father abandoned him and his mother died from a lonesome heart. He'd never been very shy about changing in front of him on those nights Auron came to check on him before he went to bed, or when he was changing into his blitzing uniform. So really, changing in front of him shouldn't have been that big a deal. But something... he didn't really know what, it felt like something had changed, and look at Auron was becoming harder and harder for some reason he didn't quiet get.
He looked this way and that throughout the room, sure he'd tossed his clothes on that chair, or the bed, or the vanity, or that couch in the corner. He bent and twisted and curved, the water trickling and leaving shimmering trails over his back and abs and legs. The towel was doing little to hide the bottom curves of his buttocks whenever he bent over something, and he was becoming increasingly more irritated.
"I swear I left my clothes in here before I showered!" he told Auron, crossing his arms over a chest tanned from weeks on the road and growing broader with muscle each day and the more monsters they fought.
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He was a monk, and in theory he should be celibate, he shouldn’t have any kind of sexual urges, let alone ones that were somewhat directed towards his ‘best friend’s’ son. The hotel was pretty damn cruel when he thought about it. “Did you try under the bed?” Because, really wasn’t that where all teenagers threw their clothes?
The older man leaned over before dropping to his knees so that he could swipe a hand under the oddly shaped bed. When he discovered that there was nothing under the bed that remotely felt like clothing he grumbled something along the lines of children and stupid hotels. Climbing to his feet, he dusted his pants off before folding his arms across his chest. “Just…try to keep the towel on.” Because, there were some things that he didn’t need to see, nor act upon.
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He took a deep breath, gripped the towel, unwound it, slung it off and then quickly rewrapped it around his hips. His only hope was that Auron had not gotten an eyefull (even though that thought sent a blush rushing to his cheeks and blood running down to... well, somewhere it probably shouldn't have been going with only his towel to hide it). Trying to save some face he went to the bed and sat, which allowed him to angle his legs down and thereby keep himself from flashing Auron again.
"So, uh, where are we again?" he asked, having the good graces to sound sheepish, licking a stray droplet of water from his lips as another dripped off his cheek and wound down over his chest and his stomach.
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“One of the Fayth has a weird sense of humor.” That or they were just a twisted fuck (not that Auron would ever use words like that to describe anyone, but he would admit that it seemed decently accurate considering the situation). Eventually, he found himself leaning up against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
“Either way, we may be here for some time, and there is something… odd about this hotel.” Odd was an understatement, and Auron could not stand the idea that he couldn’t put a finger on what was clawing at the back of his mind.
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In fact, that whole religion seemed kind of screwy. Seriously, what sort of religion was perfectly okay with sending these young women off on these dangerous journeys with just guardians all in the hopes of stopping some great evil? Yeah, he understood wanting to stop Sin, but the way they made these summoners travel, it all smacked of... something just felt wrong, that was all. Especially they Seymour guy. He left a sour taste in one's mouth for sure. But maybe he didn't get it because he was from a different time, a different place.
He lifted his arms and stretched, sighing. "And yeah, I noticed. What hotel owner decorates their hotel in monochrome?" he huffed, blinking at the reds that decorated the room in such a garish way that even Tidus' senses were appalled.
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"It's rather strange..." was all he said to Tidus' comment, there were so many things the hotel was doing that was beyond something as simple as the decorations. Slowly the monk took in another deep breath, trying to calm down his jagged nerves. He couldn't remember the last time that his body reacted so heavily to anything, let alone something along the lines of sexual attraction.
Every time Tidus leaned back, Auron caught himself staring just a bit more. There was no way a body should be allowed to move like that in public, especially in such a state of dress.
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Letting out a very un-Guardian like sound (maybe something akin to a squeak, though he refused to admit that's what it ended up sounding like), he bent forward and snatched up the towel, fumbling pathetically to get it back around his hips. Damn it! Why did it have to fall? Towels didn't normally fall like that. No towel he'd ever used had fallen like that! He gave Auron furtive glances, licking his lips as he tried to contain his blush (though it wasn't really working, mind).
"Or uses such tiny towels!" he complained as he continued to fumble, fingers suddenly feeling numb and clumsy despite his skill with them when it came to blade and ball.
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He found that he couldn't hold back as he shifted off the wall and made his way towards Tidus. Despite the little voice in the back of his head screaming at him to stop, his body would not listen. "Leave it off."
He wasn't sure what he meant by that or now he could cover such a blatant order. There was absolutely nothing he could do to hide any thought about Tidus that had been running through his head now that he had spoken those three words.
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Had Auron really just said that? And was he... stalking towards him that way on purpose? Cause, really, that was the only way to describe what the man was doing - stalking. He was reminded of those dog like creatures they met on the plains, the way they slinked out through the grass to attack without warning. There was something feral about the way the man approached him, totally different from his normal stoic come and.... and oh shit, it was arousing.
He finally clicked his mouth shut and gulped, his cheeks blushing brightly now. "O-okay," he stammered quietly, though to Auron's ears it might have been purred.
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"It's nothing... I haven't seen before." He tried to regain some form of composure and logic in the situation. Yet, he still moved closer, arm snaking out to wrap around the blonde's waist, pulling the young man flush against his body.
A slow ragged breath was taken in as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do next. His head was heavy, almost like he had been drinking sake the entire night, yet he felt mostly in control of his senses. His body on the other hand, was completely in the moment.
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"Ah... Auron," he murmured, licking his lips a bit self-consciously now even as his fingers dug into the hardened muscle of his backside.
Slowly his head crept in till their lips were brushing, breath mingling in the tight space that was left. Was he really thinking of doing this? Cause he wasn't so naive as to not understand what would happen if this continued. Of course he knew. He was his father's son and a celebrity after all. But did he want? His body... god his body said yes, but a part of him was saying that this was wrong, very wrong. Yet, almost disturbingly, that voice was growing quieter and quieter, drowned out by the wash of heat that whispered something entirely different.
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He couldn't deny that there was some attraction, if there wasn't there would be no way that he could have even considered what was going on at the moment. Tidus was against his body, nude and not exactly in the best state when it came to being dry. On any other day, Auron would have lectured Tidus about what was going on and why and how he shouldn't have done any of it.
He pulled away from the blonde slowly, a small frown gracing his lips. The frown was directed more at himself and what he was about to do, something that he now craved that he may not have before. There a part of him that found the situation ironic, and the other part that didn't was screaming at him to throw Tidus down onto the bed.
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Those were the first words to flutter through his mind when Auron kissed him. Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever thought of Auron kissing anyone, much less himself. Though, you know, Auron was a guy so Tidus supposed the man would have those manly urges now and then. But still, that those urges would come out being practiced on himself? it was a bit of a shock.
Yet it didn't stop him from kissing the other back. It was a clumsy attempt, showing his inexperience despite how often he flirted with girls (or maybe he was just that nervous, who knew?). His teeth nipped at Auron's bottom lip, tongue sliding over it in some attempt to be sexy and at the same time apologize if he had caused pain. When the other pulled away a whine worked up, and he had no way to hold it down. Those lips at had been warm, tasting of familiar and exotic things and he yearned for them all the more.
Closing his eyes he leaned back in, closing the gap once more. His mouth moved against Auron's, more confident, demanding, arms hugging tighter as if afraid the other might pull away from him entirely.
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