Final Fantasy X: Homecoming
The hymn in the temple floated on the air as gentle as ever. Braska was only half-listening as he rested against a wall.
It wouldn't be long now. The word had come to him that the warrior monks had returned from their field exercise. Braska knew it was Auron's regiment—he had been counting down the days.
He was crazy, but he didn't mind. What did he care for rules when his heart made so much more sense?
It wasn't long before the monks began to drift into the temple, prepared to serve in prayers for Yevon. Braska waited until he saw the familiar form enter, and moved to intercept. He was glad of his robes, because his hands were shaking.
"Auron."
Auron turned, and Braska had to work to hide his wince. A large bruise spread across Auron's cheek. Auron quickly performed the prayer. Braska wasn't used to it yet, and it still felt odd.
"I would like to speak with you," Braska said. "Concerning your interrupted lessons in Al Bhed."
Auron nodded. "Yes, sir. I am at your service."
That alone made Braska flush—he was glad for the dim light. "Please come with me." In the suddenly crowded temple full of worshippers, Braska was sure no one would see them slip out of the main hall.
"Braska, that was so danger—" Auron's voice was tense as they came into the lift chamer, and Braska wasted no more time before pushing him into the familiar alcove that would hide them from view if anyone entered, and covering Auron's mouth with his own.
"I missed you," he said, pulling back to tug on Auron's robes, desperate for warm skin.
"Braska, this is—the others are just outside." Auron's breath caught as Braska ran his hands over hot skin. He winced when Braska brushed his side. "Just bruises," he said, when Braska jerked back.
"Such rough work." Braska didn't have to hear any more warnings, because Auron's hands were on him now, as well, at his hips, pressing them together. Braska nuzzled at Auron's throat, breathing him in. He'd bathed and smelled like soap. Braska didn't let himself think about it before dropping to his knees to tug at Auron's pants, already loose on his hips. Braska stroked through them and laughed when Auron arched silently into his hand. His knees were shaking against Braska's chest. Braska kissed Auron's bare stomach, liking the fluttering of muscle under his lips.
"Braska, you—not here," Auron said. "And not that."
Braska ignored the first part. "I think it's the best idea I've had all week, actually." The pants came down easily and Braska curled his hands around Auron's waist and licked the curve of his hip. "You'll feel better for it," he said, smiling.
A cough from the chamber was like a snap of a whip, and they both froze. Braska listened closely—two sets of robes and quiet voices, he thought, even as he moved a hand over to wrap around Auron's cock. He was quick and careful, but it didn't stop Auron from jumping and almost throwing him to the floor. Braska grinned upwards into Auron's horrified face and put his finger to his lips. He paid no mind to Auron's emphatic head shaking.
"Braska, we'll get caught." Auron's voice was so low Braska almost didn't hear him. The fear came across enough to make Braska stand, press close and kiss him until he relaxed enough for Braska to feel comfortable enough moving his hand, a slow stroke up and back down. Auron shook against him, but said nothing else.
Braska kissed Auron's jaw under his ear and said, "Can you be quiet?" Auron was still and Braska moved back to stare at him. Braska thought maybe he had finally gone too far. The guilt bloomed up slowly, like it always did when Braska thought too closely about what he and Auron were doing.
He went to move away, and was startled when Auron pushed into his hand and shuddered. "Yes," he said, and the heavy feeling was gone from Braska's heart as he muffled his laughter and pressed back in touch Auron with no more hesitation.