Guardian of Legend

Title: Burning Desire
Written by: Auron (me)
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are property of square
Warnings: Shonen-ai (Braska x Auron), language, violence, attempted rape, FF X spoilers; not for kiddies, you've been warned.
Summary: This is a direct sequel to Troubled Waters, if you haven't read that one yet, go back and do so. Jecht gets drunk and tries to take Auron by force. One might think that Jecht is a bit out of character here, but I honestly can see him doing this if he were drunk and desperate (which he is.)

Troubled Waters

Auron hadn’t spoken to Jecht for the past two weeks, ever since that night. Jecht knew it had been stupid to try to push Auron like that, especially as upset as he had been. He had made a mistake and he was willing to admit that, but it pissed the hell out of him they way Auron was avoiding him. Any time he tried to say anything, Auron would just glare and quickly walk away.

Damn it!

Jecht had had just about enough and he was at his limit. Auron was going to listen to him whether he wanted to or not.

“Auron.”

Auron barely looked at Jecht and moved away from him. But this time Jecht wasn’t going to let him escape that easily. Jecht reached out and grabbed Auron by the arm pulling him back.

“Let go of me.”

“Talk to me damn it!”

Auron wrenched himself free from Jecht, spun around, and brought his sword to bear at Jecht’s chest.

“Don’t touch me!”

Auron growled, turned on his heels, and stormed off.

Damn it!

Jecht was getting nowhere and it was really pissing him off. Auron had made it clear that his heart belonged to Braska and Jecht didn’t stand a chance with him. But Jecht wanted Auron, badly, so much that it burned his soul and he would have done anything to get him, even if it meant taking him by force.

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Jecht had been drinking that night, heavily. He sat on the ground in front of the campfire across from the sleeping form of Braska. Of in the distance he could see Auron, standing in his ever-vigilant night watch. And Jecht saw his chance. He stood to his feet and walked over to where Auron stood.

Auron stood in silence with his arms crossed and his sword resting at his side. He barely acknowledged Jecht with a glance.

“Still ignoring me, eh.”

Silence.

“You can’t keep avoiding me forever, Auron.”

Watch me.

“Come on, at least look at me.”

Auron slowly turned and his glaring eyes nearly burned through Jecht.

“Go away.”

“Oh that hurts.”

“Can’t you take a hint? I don’t want you.”

“But what if I want you?”

“Tough shit. I belong to Braska.”

“Oh yeah? And when was the last time you slept with him?”

Auron flushed and a low growl rose in his throat and a menacing snarl came across his face.

“That’s none of your business!”

Auron turned on his heal and stormed off.

Not this time, Auron wasn’t getting away from him that easily, not again. Before Auron could even take two steps, Jecht reached out and snatched him by his ponytail and jerked him back. Auron was completely caught off guard and Jecht hauled him off his feet and slammed him to the ground.

Auron had no time to react. The next thing he knew he was flat on his back with Jecht over top him and his knee pressed harshly into his chest. Auron gritted his teeth as a sharp pain shot through him. Jecht ground his knee against Auron’s chest wrenching a painful yelp from the young guardian.

Auron was in agony although he tried his best to hide it. He felt a warmth flowing over his chest and knew that the unhealed wound there had tore been torn open.

“Get off me you bastard!”

Jecht leaned forward and pressed his arm against Auron’s throat.

“Such language. Looks like I’m going to have to teach you some respect.”

Auron tried to force Jecht off of him, but Jecht had the leverage point and Auron’s struggles were useless. Jecht’s knee continued to grind further into Auron’s chest sending shockwaves of pain tearing through his body and rending agonized cries from his throat.

Jecht resolved to move quickly and had already unbuckled the belts around Auron’s waist and the coat fell open. Auron’s chest was covered in blood and his shirt was soaked through. But Jecht didn’t care how much he was hurting Auron, or that the pain he was causing Auron’s mind was much worse than what he was doing to his body.

Auron’s breath was heavy and labored and his voice was now barely a whisper.

“I will not let this happen!”

“You don’t really have a choice in the matter now do you.”

“As long as I keep fighting you; you can’t win.”

“True, but soon your strength will give out, and then you’ll be mine to take.”

“You are a sick fucking bastard, Jecht!”

Jecht laughed sadistically.

“You’re already weakening. How much longer do you think you can hold out?”

“You bastard!”

Jecht shoved his knee into Auron’s chest driving him into the ground and bringing tears to his eyes.

“AHHHHHH!!!!”

“Save your voice.”

Auron wasn’t about to give in, but Jecht was right, his strength was leaving him and he didn’t know how much longer he could last. He had no chance of overpowering Jecht as it was, but maybe there was another way. Auron knew that it was useless to keep struggling like this and all he was going to do was bleed himself to death. So he stopped and plotted a smarter way to free himself.

“That’s better.”

Jecht smirked and lifted his arm from Auron’s throat and lifted some of the pressure from his chest, but didn’t remove his knee.

That’s right, you bastard, let your guard down.

Jecht moved his free hand down to Auron’s waist and roughly unfastened his pants. Auron gritted his teeth and tried desperately not to scream when Jecht grabbed his soft cock and squeezed it hard. And that was it, the moment that Jecht was completely off guard.

Auron clasped his hands together and swung landing a punishing blow against Jecht’s side and knocking him off balance. Then he brought his knee up and slammed it as hard as he could into Jecht’s groin sending the man toppling over in pain.

The moment Auron was free from his attacker he scrambled to his feet and made his escape. Jecht was in no position to go after him and was forced to let him go, but he wouldn’t forget this.

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When Braska awoke the next morning he found Auron sitting next to him with his knees pulled to his chest.

“Auron?”

Auron slowly lifted his head and looked at Braska. Braska could see that he was covered in blood. Braska’s first thought was that Auron had cut himself again, but he remembered that he had taken Auron’s dagger from him and he wouldn’t have been stupid enough to use his sword for that. Besides that, Auron was still dressed and his shirt was intact and Auron was never one to hide what he had done. No, something else must have happened.

“Auron? What happened?”

Auron didn’t say anything. He merely collapsed into Braska’s arms.

“My god, Auron! Wait, where’s Jecht?”

Braska suddenly realized that he couldn’t see Jecht. His mind raced thinking that Jecht might be injured too. He searched the area with his eyes until he saw Jecht lying on the ground near the edge of the campsite. He was relieved when he saw Jecht stir and then sit up.

A shudder from the man in his arms brought Braska’s attention back to Auron. He looked down in horror to see the man’s shirt was completely soaked through with blood, as was the waist of his pants. Braska was suddenly aware that Auron’s belt was missing; that was odd. Then he noticed the belt of Auron’s pants was broken. What the--

“My god, Jecht, what the hell did you do to him?!”

Jecht stood and walked over toward Braska then dropped Auron’s belt at his feet.

“Nothing. He must have fallen asleep on his sword.”

Jecht didn’t say another word and simply limped away toward the other side of the campsite.

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It was two days before Auron was deemed well enough to travel and although Auron insisted he was fine, Braska declared that they were staying a third day and that was final. They had been rather fortunate to be brought to this inn by that group of chocobo knights, and Braska was going to take full advantage of it. Besides, he wasn’t all that convinced Auron was healed yet.

Auron was sitting up in the bed while Braska sat next to him in the chair he hadn’t left since they’d brought Auron here. Auron was sitting with his arms crossed and a rather unhappy expression on his face.

“Stop sulking, Auron.”

“Can I at least get up?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re sick and injured.”

“I am not.”

“Yes you are.”

“But--“

“You were badly injured and I will not have you falling over on me again.”

“Braska--“

“You are staying right there until I decide otherwise. Now no more discussion!”

Braska had that look, that look that said he would hear no more arguments, the look that said he would tie Auron to the bed to keep him there if he had to. Auron knew it was useless to resist.

“Hmph.”

Braska looked up from the book held open in his lap.

“You still haven’t told me what happened.”

Auron ducked and turned away, unable to face the question or Braska’s eyes.

“I’d rather not talk about it, Braska.”

He just couldn’t tell Braska what had happened, it was hard enough to admit to himself what had happened. But he just couldn’t hurt Braska by telling him what Jecht had tried to do, he just couldn’t.

Braska’s eyes saddened a bit as he looked at Auron. If Auron wouldn’t tell him then it must have been something horrific; he could only imagine what.

“Alright Auron, you can tell me when you’re ready.”

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Jecht was alone in his room, mentally beating himself over what he had nearly done. He hadn’t stopped drinking since they’d arrived here, and he probably would have drunk himself to death had he not run out of liquor. He cursed himself loudly and threw an empty bottle against the way sending glass flying.

“Way to fucking go, Jecht! Add yet another fuck-up to your list!”

Jecht had ruined any chance he ever had with Auron and had also ruined any shred of friendship they may have developed. Things would never be the same between them again. He could have gotten over what had happened before, but this, this was just too much and there would be no getting past it. Jecht threw another bottle and glass shattered all over him.

“God fucking damn it!”

This was without a doubt the stupidest thing he had ever done. He wondered if he could ever forgive himself; he knew Auron never would. And who could blame him? Jecht sure couldn’t.

He wondered if he would even be welcome on the pilgrimage anymore after this, probably not.

Jecht was right in thinking that things would never be the same, not even Braska would see him in the same way now. He was also right about Auron never forgiving him. But Auron would eventually move past what had happened. And although they would never actually become friends, they would develop a sort of bond, a bond that would bring Auron to a vow to protect the other’s son and raise him as his own. And while Jecht would never be liked, at least he wasn’t hated.

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Auron made a grumble of protest and Braska glanced up from his book.

“What is it now, Auron?

“I’m bored. And I’m tired of lying here.”

“Well…”

Braska closed the book and set it aside.

“…Perhaps we can find a way to entertain you.”

Auron looked at Braska to see a familiar grin. It was the same mischievous grin he had given Auron the first time they had made love.

“You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

Braska was now on the bed leaning over Auron, his face inches above Auron’s.

“That look.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re plotting again aren’t you?”

“Well…maybe.”

“I knew it.”

“Are you really adverse to the idea, Auron?”

“No.”

Braska smiled and claimed Auron’s mouth in a deep kiss before plunging him into the depths of passion and pleasure.

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