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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_X
  Relationship:
      Seymour_Guado/Tidus
  Character:
      Seymour_Guado, Tidus_(Final_Fantasy_X)
  Additional Tags:
      Torture, Anal_Sex, Anal_Play, Mild_Language, Love/Hate, One_Shot,
      Alternate_Universe, Smut, Necrophilia, Shameless_Smut, Light_Bondage,
      Male_Homosexuality
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-12 Words: 1588
****** Slave to the Rival ******
by Terisutaen_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Seymour had always known about Tidus's romantic interest and
     therefore decided to trick him, telling him that Auron's time in
     Spira had now finally come to an end, that he was now in the
     Farplane. Although Seymour always used to spend a lot of time with
     Auron in the past, Seymour takes what he calls 'revenge'.
Notes
     This contains sexual activities - basically mindless smut, which I do
     not write about often.
     I hope some of you like it.❤
Ice indigo orbs casually stared at every detail of the young male's face and
body, whilst his facade remained strong, his feelings were not. A slight
chuckle left his throat as soon as he heard the boy scream within those
shackles that bounded his bare body, pieces of his clothing were scattered
along the concrete ground before him, within the dimly lit cell that he was
trapped in. Those chains were heavy yet tight, leaving bright reddish cuts
along the boy's soft, tanned flesh. Luckily they were similar to cat scratches.
Each scream was like a melody to the half-Guado's ears, like he could listen to
those cries each hour of every day. The boy who haunted his mind is now
struggling before him, struggling violently within those metal manacles that
held both his wrists, separately of course. There were so many things that the
Guado had desired, watching Tidus on his battered knees, pleading for mercy,
Seymour absolutely loved it.
Reaching downward, Seymour cupped the young male’s chin with his long
fingertips, his pointed nails lightly digging into those soft, tanned cheeks,
observing the ocean blue that were behind dirty blonde strands, Tidus made the
effort not to cry, even though he failed, a tear swept along his cheek as he
struggled to look away. Seymour did not care at all, only a small smirk
remained upon his lips, absolutely malicious.
"You're such a beautiful little pet, my sweet angel."
Tidus was not really sure on what Seymour had meant by a 'pet', though he could
clearly figure out on what the word meant itself, Tidus did not wish to be used
in such a way. Tidus belonged to Seymour, and he knew that, but he did not wish
to believe it.
'Angel? What does he mean by that?'
Brushing a long fingertip over the young boy's nipple, Seymour leaned inward
only to place a soft lick onto the bud, coating his lips around it afterwards,
tasting the other's sweet flavour. A quiet wheeze escaped his lips as he felt
the male taste his bud, he made an effort to hold in his whimpers, since he did
not wish to make the male pleased, even though he failed, once again.
But then, Seymour unhooked the clasps from the ancient wall behind Tidus,
whilst his other hand held both of the young boy's wrists together behind his
lower back, a gentle shove sent Tidus onto the filthy ground once more, as
Seymour was trying to guide him towards a piece of furniture nearby.
Directing him towards a lonesome desk that appeared to be at the very end of
the dimly lit cell, still wearing his underwear, Seymour attached the hooks of
the chains to each end of the desk so that Tidus was not able to 'run away'.
His indigo hues fell upon those tight blue boxers; Seymour gradually slipped
his thumbs into either side of the linen, tugging them downwards until they
reached the male's thighs, just enough to view those smooth buttocks.
Leaning over the rim of the desk, his chest flat against the surface as his
lower back was forced to arch somewhat, giving his rear more of a toned
exposure. Nudging two of his fingertips into the small pinkish entrance, in
attempt to stretch the boy's ring of muscle; a muffled moan soon escaped the
blonde boy's throat shortly after.
"...Fuck off." Tidus yelled, as a bright speck of crimson formed upon his soft
cheeks in slight embarrassment as he was unable to free himself from the metal
bounds which were attached to both of his wrists.
Seymour merely chuckled in amusement, as he continued to stroke the male's
inner walls, feeling the warm muscle squeeze tightly around his digits, dry yet
puckered. "Aren't you tight?" Seymour teased maliciously, leaning downwards to
replace both of his digits with his warm and wet tongue instead, lightly
brushing the tip around the ring, in petite circles, and over the opening with
each chance he had, hearing Tidus whimper, quietly.
Although his body was betraying his thoughts, he felt his body become warm;
somewhat aroused by each lick that Seymour gave upon his small anus, saliva
beginning to trickle along the entrance, somewhat lubricating. Tidus bit onto
his lower lip in slight irritation, in attempt to hide his whimpers.
'That day, all I wanted to do was scream, I wanted Auron... even though Seymour
told me he was in the Farplane, I still wanted him there with me so I wasn't
alone... with him...'
Standing behind the smaller male, Seymour’s fingertips tugged onto the linen of
his dark blue robe, revealing a crimson robe hidden underneath, slipping from
his silk skin and onto the ground beneath him, his long fingertips soon grasped
onto the zip upon his trousers, pulling it downwards to fish out his already
erect shaft moments after, soon brushing the tip along Tidus's pinkish
entrance.
A soft chuckle escaped Seymour's throat, very gentle yet very malicious, he
immediately rammed the tip of his member into Tidus's anus with one swift
movement, already inside, beginning to stretch the boy's entrance. A watery
tear swept along Tidus's cheek from the soreness that he felt inside of him.
Both of Seymour's palms clutched onto Tidus's petite buttocks, as if to spread
them apart even more, his sharp nails lightly digging into that flawless tanned
skin, leaving behind fairly faint blemishes.
A muffled moan soon freed from Tidus's lips once more, he tried his hardest to
remain hushed, although he could not, his body would not let him, it continued
to deceive his thoughts. "...No..." Tidus whispered in a quiet tone, in hope
that Seymour would at least be gentle, as if that would ever happen.
"Let me see your face."
"No." Tidus spat, refusing to look over his shoulder at the other male, but
soon Seymour clenched onto those blonde locks, in attempt to force the boy to
look in his direction.
"Such a pretty little slut..." Seymour chuckled darkly, watching each tear fall
from Tidus's cheeks as he gradually pulled out, only to force the tip into
Tidus's entrance once more, reaching half-way, but not entirely, yet.
"Fuck off, Seymour."
Tidus's attitude never failed to amuse Seymour; in fact he loved it when the
boy spoke to him in such manner, it made Seymour want to violate him even more,
to make him cry, get onto his knees and beg for mercy, or perhaps even beg for
more, although he knew that would never happen for sure.
Both of his muscular arms draped around Tidus's waist, Seymour leaned downwards
and over the boy's back only to press his lips against Tidus's neck, parting
them enough to bite into the boy's flawless skin somewhat, as he continued to
gradually drive into Tidus's behind, as his anus stretched with each thrust the
Guado performed, their skin clashing with each movement, making a sort of
'clap' sound.
Even though Tidus continued to think that the male behind him could have been
completely different, he made an attempt to hoist his knee onto the surface of
the tattered desk, merely to make himself comfortable somewhat as he bit onto
his lower lip with slight pleasure, his tight ring of muscle continuously
squeezed around the older male's member, encouraging it to throb quite madly,
as a bright shade of crimson formed upon the tip as he continued to pound Tidus
into oblivion, his tip striking against the males prostate quite roughly now,
repeatedly.
Tidus desperately wanted to touch himself, although his wrists were tied
together behind his back, his penis would begin to throb with pain yet
pleasure, his lower stomach feeling quite tense, but least his member stroked
against the desk somewhat, giving him slight pleasure.
Each movement gradually turned to bliss, even though that was unexpected, Tidus
let out a soft gasp of enjoyment. Seymour's lips curled into a wide smirk,
clearly mocking, as he continued to thrust into the younger male, pulling out
once more until the tip was still coated and then forced his length inside once
again, as far as he could go, until his sack would smack against the others,
quite swiftly.
Reaching downwards, Seymour draped his long fingertips around Tidus's member,
beginning to stroke, upwards and downwards, brushing his thumb over and over
the tip, roughly. Saliva would trickle from the young male's mouth, trickling
down his lips as well as his chin, clearly a sign of enjoyment. Seymour would
gradually pull out shortly after, almost ready to burst.
The Guado soon shifted his form in front of the other. With long progressive
strokes, Tidus's ocean hues would gawk up at the male, even though he kept more
of his stare towards the tip of Seymour's member, his semen would soon trickle
onto the young male's face, rather sticky yet warm, slightly covering Tidus’s
features.
Poking his tongue out somewhat, enough to notice the tip, Tidus seemed to be
curious and therefore had the desire to taste Seymour's sperm as it continued
to gradually spurt onto Tidus’s features, since Seymour only performed very
gradual strokes upon his member.
"Eager, are we?" A quiet titter escaped Seymour’s lips as he teased, indigo
hues observing the young male's expression, which only seemed to grimace,
Seymour pressed the tip of his shaft against Tidus's lips, forcing them apart,
until his sack pressed against Tidus's chin, only to pull out once more, the
last of his semen already trickling down the young male's throat.
'Auron... where are you?'
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