Title: He Is My Sin Author: Yozora Author e-mail: warutsu17@yahoo.com Pairing: Jecht x Auron Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Square's. I do not own Jecht, Auron, or any of the other characters or locations mentioned in this fic. WARNING! Yaoi contents. That's male/male interaction for those who don't know. Also contains heavy sexual themes. Don't like it, don't read it. You have been warned. Should you, despite this warning, decide to read my fic anyway and get your undies in a bunch, don't come nagging at me. You will only be laughed at. Thank you.   * * * * Lead astray the gazers The razors on your seducing skin In the meadow of sinful thoughts Every flower’s perfect I am the Fallen You are what my sins enclose Lust is not as creative As its discovery Bless me, undress me Pick your prey in a wicked way God I must confess... ...I do envy the sinners - Nightwish: She Is My Sin Pyreflies floated around Auron as he stood overlooking the Moonflow. Night was gradually darkening as the sun sank into the river, and the only sources of light were the Pyreflies dancing on the water and the distant lights of the South Warf. Faint sounds of activity could still be heard, among them peals of laughter or curses as workers finished unpacking the last boxes of cargo and tended to the Shoopuf. Pulling his hair free from the tidy ponytail, Auron let the gentle breeze tousle the raven-black strands and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath of the cool air. It was the first night in a long time since he had last had the chance to relax and not worry about fiends attacking their camp while they were asleep. He stretched his arms and torso until his joints popped and black dots danced before his eyes. Weeks upon weeks of sleeping on the field with nothing but the cold ground to lay on, he welcomed the idea of a soft bed with open arms. Sighing softly, the warrior leaned his back against a tree and thought back on the events of the passed few days. To even his own surprise, he found himself chuckling at Jecht’s mishaps. Few days ago the man had managed to get hit by a lightning on Thunder Plains. To everyone’s relief, Jecht had come off with just few burned strands of hair and a bruised pride, and the incident had only induced a small argument over the fact that Auron had found the whole thing so amusing. Today the blitzer had been drunk beyond his wits and upon seeing his first Shoopuf, he had attacked it. It had taken three men and a sleep spell to get the man off the poor creature. Afterwards Jecht had lingered somewhere between nausea and embarrassment and swore he would never take another drink. Though the situation had been awkward and it still infuriated Auron that Braska had been forced to pay for the damaged from his own travel money, the warrior still thought the whole incident had been comical in a morbid sort of way. The young Guardian was snapped out of his thoughts as his ears caught the quiet rustle of crass and gravel. Glancing to his left, he saw Jecht walking towards him. The blitzer paid no attention to the warrior; instead he just rolled his shoulders and stood a few feet from Auron. He took in deep breaths of the cool air. “Feeling better?” Auron asked, not quite able to keep the amusement from his voice. Jecht shot the warrior an irritated look. Grinning slightly, Auron raised his hands in mock surrender and focused his attention back on the Pyreflies. He wasn’t in the mood to start arguing with Jecht, especially if the man was hung-over. Noticing that Auron wasn’t trying to pick a fight or lecture him, Jecht relaxed seemingly. A giant yawn escaping from him, he lazily stretched his arms. From the corner of his eye, Auron noticed how the muscles on the blitzer’s chest and back rippled at the action. Hoping that the older man would not see the barely visible blush that flared on his cheeks, the warrior stared resolutely forward at the suddenly-so-interesting Moon Lilies. Amused, Jecht observed Auron’s face. He had noticed the light pink creeping over the warrior’s face, and it caused the older man’s face to split into a grin. His jeering nature getting the best of him, Jecht raised his arms high above his head and arched his back in an intentionally drawn-out, leisured stretch, fully aware how it made his muscles flex. His grin only widened when he noticed Auron’s blush deepen and brow furrow in determined concentration to hold his gaze away from Jecht. Pleased with himself, the blitzer crossed his arms behind his neck, deliberately exhibiting his well-toned chest. “Stop that.” Auron’s voice was strained. Jecht glanced sideward at the warrior, raising an eyebrow as if he had no idea what the other man was talking about. “Stop what?” “That. You’re doing it on purpose.” Jecht was having a hard time holding back his laughter. Auron was so brilliant at times. As if only noticing his posture now, Jecht took a quick look at himself in fake surprise. “Oh...ya mean this?” he asked, giving his whole body a lingering stretch. Auron shot the man an edgy look. Jecht relaxed his body and turned to look at Auron. Pretending to only now notice the younger Guardian’s flushed cheeks, the blitzer cocked his head to the side, lips curving to a lopsided grin. “Hey, what’s this? Are you blushing?” Auron hastily turned his head away. “Of course I’m not.” With few strides Jecht closed the distance between them and came to stand right next to Auron. Instinctively the warrior tilted his face lower, not wanting Jecht to see him in such a flustered state, but the blitzer reached a hand to his chin and tilted it up. Auron felt heat rise to his cheeks under Jecht’s intensive gaze. Feeling the need to preserve at least some shred of dignity, he tried to keep his expression calm and even. Jecht grinned. “You’re one poor liar, Auron.” The warrior made an attempt to pull his face away from Jecht’s grasp. There was a tinge of mortification in his eyes that didn’t go unnoticed even by the blitzer. Suddenly feeling slightly bad about what he had done, Jecht refused to let Auron’s chin go, and instead forced the younger man to meet his eyes. “Hey, sorry man. Got a little carried away...” he offered clumsily. Auron’s expression was stoic. “As could be expected.” Jecht sighed. “Look, Auron...” he started, but Auron cut him off, “Forget about it.” Wishing to escape from the awkward situation, the warrior turned to leave, expecting Jecht to release his chin. He didn’t. Auron had barely taken one step when the blitzer pulled him back, roughly pressing their lips together. Auron’s eyes shot wide and his face turned white, every muscle in his body tensing. He was too shocked to neither break nor return the kiss; he just stood there with his arms hanging at his sides. Feeling the warrior go rigid in his arms, Jecht suddenly realized that Auron might not be too thrilled with the idea of getting kissed and would probably punch him, rather than return the kiss. True to his nature, the blitzer then figured that the harm had already been done and backing away now would only make him look like an idiot. So he didn’t. Instead he resumed his hold on Auron’s chin, tilting the warrior’s head slightly to the side to get better access to his mouth. He could feel the young man’s body tremble and then relax against his. Relief shot through Jecht’s entire frame as the young lips slowly parted and began to return the kiss. It tasted not sweet, not salty, but yet somehow familiar. Their tongues flickered and danced cautiously around each other. Auron exhaled a warm breath against Jecht’s lips as his hands hesitantly slipped to the blitzer’s shoulders. The kiss ended and their lips slowly pulled apart, their faces lingering only inches from each other. Gently Jecht placed a tanned hand on Auron’s cheek, smoothing a thumb over the soft, pale skin. The warrior’s eyes were dark, liquid pools, still widened in amazement, and his kiss-reddened lips were just about the most sensual thing Jecht had ever seen. Grinning softly, the blitzer again lowered his mouth on Auron’s, this time to find it warm and willing. He nibbled at the young lips, refusing to give them the kiss they craved for. A frustrated groan escaped from the younger Guardian. “...Jecht...” he pleaded breathlessly, his voice dark with passion. Jecht’s mouth curved to a pleased grin as he eagerly answered the young man’s un-voiced plea, landing fervent kisses on the soft lips. Rough hands slid teasingly over the well-toned shoulders, settling on the curve of the young man’s lower back, invitingly pulling his body closer. Their thighs rubbed sensually together, triggering a small moan from Auron as his slender fingers clutched the blitzer’s broad shoulders. Lips still busy assailing the warrior’s mouth Jecht rested his weight gently against the younger frame, pushing them both down on the soft grass. His rough hands fumbled at Auron’s belt, a grunt of annoyance escaping from him at the troublesome piece of clothing before it unlatched from the young waist, releasing the scarlet garment it had kept in place. It slid easily from the warrior’s shoulders, lying unheeded beneath them as teasing fingers ran up Auron’s sides to unhook the leather breastplate from his body. Tossing the item aside, Jecht broke the kiss and leaned back to gaze upon the younger Guardian. Auron’s russet eyes were half-lidded, arms resting on either side of his head, his raven hair tousled about his shoulders. His breathing was heavy and fresh sweat gleamed on his muscular chest. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he returned the blitzer’s hungry gaze. “Beautiful...” Jecht whispered almost unbelievingly, slowly reaching out a hand to trace a finger along the warrior’s abdomen, outlining muscles and long-healed scars. He was rewarded with a childlike blush and smile that shyly grazed the young man’s kiss-reddened lips. Heat surged through the blitzer at the sight and he leaned close to Auron, ardently kissing the curve of his neck before whispering to his ear, “Have you any idea how delicious you look?” Auron chuckled; Jecht could feel the tiny sound against his lips as his mouth trailed along the warrior’s throat and neck. The blitzer’s fingers were busy at Auron’s waist, undoing the belt of the grey travelling pants. Slowly he slid them down the length of the warrior’s thighs, fingers massaging into the well-toned flesh. Breathless gasps escaped from the young Guardian, his fingers entwining themselves in the older man’s hair as they unthreaded the long headband. Jecht’s hair smelled of musk, wind and sweat, and Auron took it all in voraciously as the unruly tresses flowed against his cheek. Leaving a burning sensation in its wake, the blitzer’s mouth trailed along the young Guardian’s neck, stopping briefly at his collar bone and then resumed to roam over the muscular upper body. Auron’s hips buckled slightly up as the ravenous lips discovered a sensitive spot in his abdomen, followed by a sharp intake of breath as Jecht continued to take advantage of it. Tongue and teeth nipping at the soft skin, the older man almost stealthily proceeded to slide the grey travelling pants all the way from Auron’s legs and tossed them aside, along with his boots. Jecht regarded the warrior with an impish grin as he spoke, “Has anyone ever told you that you wear too damn many clothes?” Auron’s response was little more than a breathless chuckle. His hands reached out and clasped the blitzer by the shoulders, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Jecht could feel the young lips curve into a grin against his mouth. Auron voice was husky when he spoke, “And has anyone ever told you that yours are the most absurd pair of pants ever?” Pulling slightly away, Jecht opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the slender fingers at his waist. There was a mischievous glint in the warrior’s eyes as his hands swiftly undid the belt that held the blitzer’s attire in place and, with a little effort, slid it off. The armour from the broad shoulder followed soon after, tossed carelessly aside. A grin still tugging at the side of his mouth, the warrior pulled the older Guardian’s face down for a hungry kiss. Young hands splayed themselves upon the faintly scarred back as Jecht’s rough fingers travelled down Auron’s sides, folding about his toned waist. Warmth pooled between them as their sweaty skins rubbed together, mouths devouring each other. Jecht’s fingers played across the young Guardian’s hips, taking advantage of every sensitive spot they could find. They massaged deeply into the young flesh, causing Auron to spoon against the heavier build of the blitzer. Unconsciously, a knee slipped and hooked itself around Jecht’s waist to hold him closer, an incoherent moan escaping from the warrior as their hips pressed together. Their bodies writhed and brushed heatedly against each other. Jecht’s hands travelled along the back of Auron’s thighs, lingering over his buttocks and pressing tightly there. The warrior’s breath came in whimpering gasps, his fingers tightening helplessly against the older Guardian’s shoulders at the slow, sensual burn that threatened to engulf him. Fleetingly, he was aware of Jecht’s mouth leaving his and pressing against the arch of his neck. Auron almost felt the world spin around him as pleasure so intense it was almost painful swelled up in him. It nestled in his abdomen, spiralled upwards and out of him as a loud, ragged moan. His hands clutched at Jecht’s shoulders, his nails boring into the blitzer’s broad back. The young Guardian’s back arched, his whole body pressing against Jecht’s. He felt the rough hands at his waist tighten, then squeeze almost painfully as they rode out the last sensation of their first night together. After what felt like an eternity of the purest pleasure, Auron collapsed back against the ground, panting heavily. Jecht lay right next to him, his arm protectively around the warrior’s waist. Reaching out a hand, the blitzer smoothed away the raven-black strands that clung to the young man’s face. Their eyes met and for a long-drawn moment they just gazed at each other. Then a faint wind blew past them, causing Auron to shiver against its coolness. Smiling softly, Jecht leaned in and gathered the young man into his arms, warming him as sweat dried across their skins. Auron let out a content sigh as he rested his head against the blitzer’s broad chest, his fingers travelling absent-mindedly over the taut muscles. After a while, he drew in a hesitating breath, held it and then spoke, “It must be hard for you.” Jecht was seemingly caught off-guard. “What’s that?” “Being in a foreign world, all on your own. It must hard for you.” Auron could feel the older man swallow. “Yeah.” It was an un-easy reply. The warrior risked a quick glance at the blitzer, hesitated briefly and then continued, “You must get so lonely.” Auron felt the arms around him tense. The silence that followed was edgy. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, the young man spoke again, “I...I’ll stay with you. Until the end.” Shifting his body, Auron turned to look at Jecht straight in the eyes. The blitzer’s gaze held a look the young man couldn’t read. “I’ll help you through this. I’ll stay with you.” A small smile crept across the older Guardian’s lips. He leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on Auron’s forehead, gathered the young man tighter into his arms and then spoke quietly, “...I’d like that.” Auron smiled up at Jecht and rested his head back against the blitzer’s chest. His body ached pleasantly as he curled closer to Jecht’s warm frame, taking in his scent of musk and sweat. Listening to whisper of the older man’s even breathing, feeling the warmth of strong arms about his waist, he could not recall when he had last felt so much at peace. Smiling, he let sleep claim him.