Guardian of Legend

Title: Cherish this Moment
Written by: Auron (me)
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are property of square
Warnings: Yaoi lemon, that means graphic male x male sex; you have been warned
Summary: A Jecht x Auron x Braska fic. Auron conceals injuries from Braska and is 'punished' for it.

Cherish This Moment

The battle was over and the enemy defeated, but it had come at a cost. Auron stood in front of Braska as he watched the last of the pyreflies drift up and vanish. Braska was on the ground where he had been knocked flat on his ass as the young guardian had rushed in front of him to protect him from the attacking fiends. Auron stood silently in front of Braska his left hand clutched over his stomach to hold in the blood that flowed from the wound he had received there. He felt the cold air touch his skin through the rip in the right sleeve of his coat and felt the warm blood that ran along his arm. His bracer had been ripped off and laid on the ground.

Jecht stood over Braska and offered his hand to the summoner who gladly took it and the gruff man lifted him to his feet.

“You okay?” Jecht asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

Auron could feel Braska’s eyes on his back but he just stood there in stoic silence refusing to face him. Auron had seen the exhaustion on the summoner’s face and he was not about to contribute to that. He flinched when Braska spoke his name.

“Auron?”

Auron didn’t turn or say a word as he tightened the grip on his stomach.

“Auron, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

That was all Auron said as he hoisted his sword and walked forward. And so they continued along the path with Jecht walking along Braska’s right side and Auron in front of them. Auron’s eyes darted from side to side keeping a look out for fiends, but none came. He made sure to stay in front of and to the right of Braska to conceal his injuries. He had however forgotten about Jecht who clearly saw the blood running down Auron’s arm and he tried to conceal his look of growing concern.

Stubborn fool, thought Jecht, you’re going to kill yourself like that. But Jecht said nothing. He knew that Auron had his reasons, not matter how misguided they may be and he didn’t particularly want that damned sword to come in contact with his head. And so they walked on in silence.

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As nightfall came the travel center was a more than welcome sight. Auron had quickly retreated to the room he was assigned and closed the door behind him. He dropped his sword and didn’t even acknowledge the clash it made as it struck the stone floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off what remained of his bracer before sliding the right sleeve of his coat of his shoulder. And that was as far as he got before he fell over unconscious.

Auron never heard the knock on his door or the gruff voice that came from the man standing behind it.

“Auron?”

The knock came harder and the voice louder this time.

“Auron?! Damn it, open the door! AURON!”

Concern overrode any restraint that Jecht had and he barged in subconsciously closing the door behind him. He immediately saw the crumpled Auron on the bed and ran to his side.

“Auron!”

Without thinking he quickly unbuckled to the two belts around the waist of Auron’s coat and the red robe fell open. The first thing that Jecht saw was the blood that had soaked through Auron’s shirt and run down his pants. He could see the gaping wound through Auron’s torn shirt and gasped in horror.

“Shit.”

Jecht stood for a moment before worry and fear overtook him and he ran out of the room and down the hall leaving Auron’s door open behind him. He didn’t care how stubborn Auron was or what he would do to him later for this, but he was getting Braska whether that fool wanted him to or not.

Jecht burst in to Braska’s room as he was setting his headdress and summoner’s robes aside. Braska looked up calmly.

“Yes?”

Then Braska saw the look in Jecht’s eyes and knew that something was wrong and concern carried in his voice.

“What is it?”

“It’s Auron, come quick!”

Jecht barely got out those words before he was dashing out the door and back to Auron’s room with Braska on his heals. When Braska saw the bloody guardian on the bed he quickly ran to his side.

“Auron! Oh my god!”

Braska turned back to look at Jecht.

“Quickly go find a doctor!”

“Right!”

Jecht turned and ran out of the room down the hall again. Braska sat on the bed and took Auron’s head in his lap and put one hand on Auron’s forehead and the other over the wound on his stomach. Auron’s forehead was scalding to his touch and tears ran from the summoner’s eyes as he chanted his highest cure spells in an attempt to close Auron’s wounds. But no matter how much he wanted to, Braska knew that his magic would not be enough to heal the young man in his lap, the man that he loved more than anything else in this world. Braska held Auron tightly as tears streamed from his eyes.

“Damn you, Auron. Why must you act like such a child, why won’t you let me help you?”

Auron could not hear the summoner’s words nor feel Braska’s embrace as he held him closer.

“Don’t leave me Auron; I need you. I love you.”

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Jecht watched from a chair in the corner of Auron’s room. The doctor had come and gone and Auron’s wounds had been treated and bandaged. Braska had not moved from his spot and still held Auron’s head in his lap quietly whispering to him and brushing the hair from his eyes. Braska was now covered in Auron’s blood but he didn’t seem to notice.

Jecht watched with concern staring at the two men in front of him. Two men that he felt a strange pull towards, a feeling that he couldn’t describe. He wanted to walk over to them and take them both in his arms and hold and comfort them. But something held him back and he stayed where he was, silently watching over them as the exhausted Braska finally drifted off to sleep. Jecht gave a small sigh of relief before sleep took him as well.

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It was already well into the afternoon before the sunlight streaming through Auron’s window caused the young man to stir. The motion of Auron against him caused Braska to awaken and he looked down into his guardian’s eyes. Those blue eyes were the first thing Auron saw and he started.

“M-my lord.”

Auron winced and tried to sit up but Braska’s surprisingly strong arms held him fast. Auron’s eyes widened as he looked into Braska’s cool eyes and he quickly turned his eyes to escape that look. Auron could tell that Braska was angry with him and he half feared that Braska would strike him.

“Why Auron? Why would you hide this from me?”

“I-“

Auron’s words caught in his throat as he tried to form an answer.

“Why Auron? Is your pride that strong that you would let it hurt those who care for you the most?”

Auron turned his head to look at Braska and the anguish in his voice was clearly heard.

“No, my lord, I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

“Then why?”

Auron tried to sit up again but quickly found that Braska would not allow that as the summoner’s arms tightened around him.

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“Burden me? Do you think so little of me, Auron?”

“No.”

Auron’s voice was a pitiful cry as realized how badly he had hurt the man he loved. What had he done? He had wanted to be Braska’s strength, he had failed miserably.

“No, my lord, I love you, with all my soul.”

Braska looked down at Auron and his eyes soften as he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Auron’s lips. Auron turned his head as a tear ran down his cheek, his voice a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

Braska smiled slightly as he ran his fingers through Auron’s hair and gently kissed his forehead.

“It’s okay. Just promise me you won’t ever do that again.”

“I promise.”

Braska put his lips to Auron’s and kissed him passionately running his tongue along Auron’s and Auron returned the kiss with equal passion.

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Braska and Auron’s quiet speech drifted over to Jecht’s ears and he slowly stirred and awoke. He rubbed his neck as he looked up at the two men who seemed so at peace together. For a moment he felt like an intruder and part of him said he shouldn’t disturb them. But something else inside him was crying out, commanding him to reach out to them and pull both of them to himself. Jecht sat there, caught in a moment of indecision, his gaze fixed on the two men before him.

Jecht had never been a man to hold back his emotions, except from his son, and so he was soon on his feet and walking over to the bed and to Braska and Auron. Jecht stood there for a moment and then found himself leaning over to lightly kiss Braska on the forehead. Braska looked up and smiled at Jecht and gazed into eyes that were amazingly calm and gentle. Jecht smiled back and accepted the kiss that Braska pressed to his lips.

Jecht put his hands on the bed and leaned down to kiss Auron’s lips. Auron was caught off guard to say the least but he didn’t resist and he didn’t pull back not even when Jecht slipped his tongue into Auron’s mouth.

When Jecht finally pulled back Auron just stared up at him stunned. Jecht looked down with a nervous smile expecting to see an enraged Auron leap at him at any moment, enraged over being kissed, enraged over his kissing Braska, enraged over his telling Braska’s about the young man’s injuries. Jecht nearly fell over in relief when Auron’s expression softened and a smile came across his face.

Auron was rather surprised by what had just happened. Why did he suddenly find himself being pulled to this gruff stranger from Zanarkand, this man who until yesterday he thought he despised? What was so different about himself now? Had he been wrong this whole time?

Auron looked up into Jecht’s eyes and kissed Jecht sticking his own tongue into the man’s mouth as the passion he realized he’d been holding back suddenly poured out from behind the floodgates around his heart. Jecht returned the kiss and sighed quietly in complete contentment.

When the kiss was over, Auron laid his head back into Braska’s lap and found a strange sense of peace filling him. He found he wanted nothing more than to be with these two men, right now and forever. A deep, pure, and ferocious passion filled every fiber of his being. This same feeling traveled into and through the other two men and overtook them. It was a moment that seemed to last forever.

Auron was snapped out of his thoughts by the movement of something under his head and he could feel Braska’s desire as he felt his own rising. Auron nuzzled his head against Braska as his summoner leaned down to kiss him before moving his lips to gently nibble on Auron’s ear and neck. Auron arched his head back and quietly gasped as he felt that touch he so longed for and he reached up to softly caress Braska’s face and ran his fingers through the summoner’s long bluish hair.

Auron suddenly remembered the third person and shuddered a bit as he felt Jecht’s hand run along his bare thigh and hip. Auron glanced at his pants on the floor with mild curiosity. He was sure he had been wearing those just a few moments ago. Jecht had quickly and quietly removed them without the young man even noticing.

Auron turned his attention back to the passionate kiss he was sharing with Braska and savored the taste of Braska’s tongue in his mouth. Auron made no attempts to resist as Braska wrapped one hand around both of Auron’s wrists and held them fast above his head.

Braska pulled back from the kiss and slowly made his way along Auron’s cheek and down his neck to his chest before standing up much to Auron’s protest.

Auron felt a much larger and stronger hand grasp his wrists as Braska’s hand released him. Auron turned to see Jecht standing naked before him, tempting him with his aroused passion. Jecht leaned forward to allow Auron to run his tongue along his shaft before quietly pulling away.

Jecht held Auron’s hands fast above his head and he climbed up onto the bed and knelt above Auron’s head straddling Auron’s confined wrists. Jecht leaned down and kissed Auron, a kiss the young man gladly accepted. But Auron ached for something more, something that Jecht was holding just outside his reach.

Auron whimpered and tried to pull his hands free, but Jecht held him tight. Jecht leaned over as he ran his tongue down Auron’s neck and chest and then licked and nipped at Auron’s nipples all the while teasing Auron and keeping himself just out of reach of Auron’s mouth.

Auron arched his back and shuddered as he now felt Braska’s hand lightly run along the inside of his thigh. Auron looked down to see the beauty of his summoner’s naked body and his soul and body ached for him.

Braska rubbed Auron’s hardened passion ever so lightly and mercilessly teased and taunted him by rubbing the head of his own member against Auron’s thigh.

Auron whined and whimpered in torment. They were teasing him, viciously, relentlessly, and mercilessly. Auron longed for the taste of Jecht and the feel of Braska, both of which were held just outside his reach, calling him, mocking him.

“Please-“

Auron was begging, pleading, reaching. Jecht looked at Auron’s face and delighted in the young man’s expression of passion and desire. Braska was also enjoying Auron’s reaction as the young man whined beneath them both.

“Why? Why are you teasing me?”

Auron’s voice was a cry, barely audible. Braska leaned up to Auron and whispered in his ear without moving his member from Auron’s thigh or his hand from the light touch around Auron’s own shaft.

“Consider this your punishment.”

Auron laid his head back and whimpered. His body was aching and he felt he would explode as the two men continued to tease him. Jecht grinned at the young man beneath him.

“You know you like it, Auron.”

“Please-“

It was the only word that Auron could get out.

Jecht placed his free hand on the bed beside Auron and finally leaned over offering himself to Auron’s longing mouth. Auron gently licked the head and ran his tongue along Jecht’s shaft and when his lover threatened to take away his prize, Auron quickly took the whole shaft into his mouth.

Jecht gasped and arched his back thrusting himself into Auron’s mouth. Auron happily obliged him and nibbled and sucked on Jecht in time with each of his lover’s thrusts.

Auron’s body shuddered as he became aware of the lotion that was being rubbed on him and gasped in pleasure as he felt the finger that Braska slipped inside him gently rubbing him.

Auron responded by sucking harder on Jecht determined to pull from the man that flavor he so longed for and Jecht thrust harder in response. Auron wanted to hold Jecht, to take his hips and pull him to him faster, but no matter how hard he tried to free them, Jecht still held his wrists captive above his head.

Jecht licked Auron’s nipples his hair lightly tickling Auron’s stomach as he thrust faster. Auron sucked as hard has he could barely noticing that Braska had slipped another finger inside him.

Auron ran his tongue along Jecht’s shaft as he sucked hard and felt Jecht’s body tighten above him. Jecht arched his back and shook as passion and pleasure ran through his body and a loud moan escaped from his throat. Auron gladly lapped up the fluid that Jecht shot into his mouth as he came and savored every drop as his tongue tingled with the sensation.

Jecht lightly nipped Auron’s ear as he pulled himself from Auron’s mouth and laid along side him.

Auron’s protests were quickly silenced as he felt Braska slip in and he gasped in sheer pleasure as the summoner moved inside him. Auron moaned and arched his back and Jecht wrapped his hand around Auron’s shaft and began to squeeze and rub him moving his hand along the entire length.

Auron gasped and rocked as sheer pleasure began to overtake all his senses. Jecht had released Auron’s hands and he now wrapped his fingers in Jecht’s hair. Auron wrapped his legs around Braska’s waist and pulled him into him harder as he felt the summoner nearly detach and then thrust back into him repeatedly.

Auron was panting and whining as he was drowning in a sea of ecstasy and pleasure. Auron felt his body tighten and shudder ran through him as he climaxed. Jecht recognized the signs and quickly slipped his mouth over Auron’s member to receive the passion filled fluid that shot from the young man.

Braska felt Auron tighten around him and his senses tingled as he felt himself coming to his own climax. Braska pulled back and thrust hard into Auron before his own pleasure overtook him and he filled Auron with his heated passion. Auron’s body shuddered again as he felt Braska release inside him and he found himself flooded with pure pleasure.

Auron panted and fell back exhausted and he struggled to catch his breath. Jecht moved to allow Braska to lay along side the young guardian. Braska lightly brushed the hair from Auron’s face and smiled down at him as he wrapped his arms around the young man and held him close.

Something about the summoner’s touch caused all the feelings that Auron had kept hidden deep within to come to the surface. Auron turned and clung to Braska and buried his head into his summoner’s chest to hide the tears that were now streaming from his eyes and he spoke in a whisper.

“I love you.”

Braska ran his fingers through Auron’s hair and tried in vain to silence him.

“Shhhhhh…I know.”

Braska’s words only served to bring Auron’s tears faster and his chest heaved as his sobs were wrenched from his throat. Braska just held him close, it was the only thing he knew to do. He wanted to stay there and hold Auron forever and never leave him, but he knew he couldn’t. He had a task to fulfill, no matter how much it broke his heart, he knew he could not waver.

Auron felt Jecht lay down on his other side and the man took both summoner and guardian into his embrace and held them there. He found himself nearly nose to nose with Braska and read the unspoken words in Braska’s eyes: take care of him please. Jecht quietly acknowledged Braska’s request and pulled Auron to himself as he felt the young man’s sobbing against him. Auron’s flood of emotion caused Jecht’s own sorrow to rise to his throat and he choked to hold it back.

Although Jecht didn’t understand everything, he knew that Braska would be leaving them. He wasn’t sure how or why, but somehow he knew that they would be losing Braska. The thought pained him but he knew he had to be strong and that Braska wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t something that had to be done. Jecht quietly whispered in Auron’s ear, but his words were to both men.

“I love you.”

Auron made no audible reply but answered by pushing against Jecht snuggling into the man’s chest as close as he could. Jecht responded by pulling Auron and his summoner closer to him.

Braska looked down with concern at the sobbing guardian in his arms and at the one across from him. He could see the sorrow in Jecht’s silent eyes and it hurt him as much as Auron’s sobbing. He hated to leave them, either of them, but he could not allow himself to waver no matter how much love he felt for them and no matter how the love they felt for him surrounded and penetrated him.

Braska knew that his lose would be hardest on Auron, the young man that he had grown up with, that he had held and comforted when he was tormented and beaten by the bullies at the Bevelle temple. This same young man who had become his support and shoulder to lean on when he faced his own sorrow. This man who had been the strongest voice against his pilgrimage yet had been his most loyal and ferocious protector when he found he could not change Braska’s mind. He knew that life without him would be hard on Auron and it was a difficult burden to bear. He couldn’t count the times that he had paused to reconsider the path he had chosen, but the sounds of suffering around Spira kept him bound to his task. He hoped that Auron would come to understand that.

Auron laid sobbing held between the embrace of his summoner and fellow guardian. All the feelings and emotions that he had kept inside him were finally spilling over and he was unable to contain them. By Yevon he loved Braska, more than anything else and the knowledge that he would lose him was more than the young monk could bear. But now he felt a new feeling rising inside him as he felt the scarred chest of Jecht against his back and the tanned arms around him. In that moment Auron realized that he truly loved Jecht too. And as much as he hated to lose Braska, he thought that as long as he could be with Jecht he could somehow survive. Losing Braska would be the hardest thing that Auron would ever face, but now he felt that he didn’t have to face it alone.

Auron snuggled closer to Jecht and nuzzled his face against Braska as his sobbing slowly quieted and calmed. Jecht and Braska each responded by tightening their own embraces and the three of them laid together in a moment that seemed to last for eternity. Braska reached over to grasp the blanket and pulled it over them before refolding Auron and Jecht in his embrace.

“We will cherish this moment,” Braska whispered quietly to them both.

The three men remained in each other’s arms until gradually they each gave in and allowed sleep to take them.

Braska’s words rang true that day; they would all cherish this moment. They would each hold it in their hearts and their souls. Even when they were separated by sorrow, death, and darkness, even when each of them was broken and lost, they would each cling to this moment until at last it brought them back together and they would at last find themselves in each other’s embrace for all eternity.

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