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Red meant a lot of things.
It meant passion. It meant fury. It meant the sun setting, the sky bathed in hues of oranges and reds as the lights of Zanarkand slowly came to life, trading off the role of illumination.
It meant the color of his father’s eyes that he always longed for.
Red was suffocating and overwhelming. It burned through his lungs and gripped his heart, trembling at its mercy.
Red meant a lot of things.
Tidus buried his head in Auron’s shoulder, biting the muscle to hold back his cry. His vision swam as sharp nails dragged down his chest, deep red eyes observing him.
He couldn’t help the shame that swept through him as he compared the man to someone else. But he couldn’t help it.
After all, the red wasn’t the right shade.
“Tidus.”
Strong fingers grabbed his chin, turning his attention away from Vincent. Auron’s gaze was sharp, but it was easy for Tidus to see the softened edges after knowing the man for so long. Tidus grabbed a handful of Auron’s haori—bright and vibrant red—swallowing the best he could, his throat bone-dry.
“D-Don’t be so serious, Auron,” Tidus tried to play it off, well aware that the men could feel the tension in his body, his muscles taut and ready to carry him away. “Aren’t we supposed to be playing a game?”
Auron’s brow furrowed, and Tidus wondered if he would have longed for the man if his heart wasn’t already taken.
“A game…” Vincent made a noise, one that Tidus was sure was a laugh, as the man dragged the pointed edges of his gauntlet across Tidus’ exposed chest. He shivered, Vincent’s presence ever intense, the man continuing his exploration. Behind him, Tidus’ could feel Auron slowly rub patterns into his back, something he remembered the man doing to calm him down back in his youth.
If he weren’t currently locked in a stare-down with Vincent, Tidus probably would have laughed. Maybe even thank Auron for being considerate given the circumstance.
“I know that look.”
Tidus’ arched his back, a soft groan on his lips as Vincent pressed his knee up against his crotch.
“What… What look?” Tidus tried to be casual about it.
Vincent moved his hand away, leaning in close and pulling down his collar. He looked at Tidus’, eyes reminding Tidus of deep, rich blood.
“The look of one who longs for something they cannot have.”
Tidus stayed quiet, leaning further into Auron’s chest, the man’s steady breathing calming as Vincent examined his raw heart in the open.
Vincent looked toward Auron, and Tidus felt the man tense.
“We’re all the same.” Vincent ground his knee up against him, Tidus’ eyelids fluttering, a soft sigh on his tongue as he felt himself leak inside his underwear. “Call for him,” Vincent pressed a kiss to his forehead, long stray locks of hair tickling Tidus’ face, “And pretend it’ll change.”
It was almost suffocating, watching Vincent slip a hand down his shorts and past the band of his underwear, hand cold and pleasant on his heated cock, deep red eyes sifting through him.
It was almost painful imagining that red a different shade, imagining the hand that rubbed precum over his head a different size.
Tidus’ felt his eyes burn, bucking his hips as Vincent stroked him slowly, fantasizing about sunsets and different hues. “D...Da—”
The kiss was sudden and bruising, Auron’s grip on his chin tight, another arm wrapped around his waist and holding him painfully close. There was a pleasant bitterness to the kiss, and Tidus pressed closer, swiping his tongue across Auron’s bottom lip.
Through his lashes, he could see the brief surprise on the man’s face, longing not far behind.
Tidus’ closed his eyes, rocking into Vincent’s hand and losing himself in Auron’s kiss.
Deep red eyes stared back at him, a taunting grin stretched across those lips. The man leaned forward, thick hair framing his features as he gripped Tidus’ chin, “Always a crybaby, huh?”
Tidus’ cried out softly, his body at the mercy of the men’s whims.
Jecht smiled, “That’s my boy,” and kissed Tidus’ deeply.