Fic:Truth or Dare
Title: Truth or Dare
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Auron/Jecht/Braska
For: 7snogs
Theme: 5) Rumour
Inspired by: mneme_forgets's Girl Talk fic.
Notes: Because I don't think I laugh often enough... ^_~
“Truth or dare?” Jecht smiled reaching for the jug he’d stolen from Auron earlier that evening.
“What?” Auron frowned.
Braska just smiled and gazed up at the stars.
It was a crystal night and the wind was dancing gently around them. It was one of those nights that made him feel at ease.
“It’s a game we played in Zanarkand, you ask a question and you either answer with the truth.” Jecht paused to wave a hand around. “Or you take a dare.”
“Sounds childish.”
“It’ll be fun! Braska will play, won’t you Braska?”
Braska smiled and nodded his approval.
“Let’s indulge him Auron, it might be fun.”
Auron grumbled disapproval and started poking at the camp fire with a stick while murmuring under his breath.
“Great!” Jecht grinned slamming the jug down a little too close to the flames for Aurons comfort. “I’ll start.” He turned to face Braska the paused deep in thought. “Braska,” he continued ignoring Auron’s disapproving stare. “Do you think I will find a way back to Zanarkand?”
“I have faith you will find a way.” He smiled easily. Auron wondered if that really was the truth.
Jecht seemed satisfied, he gestured for Braska to ask Auron. There was a pause.
“Auron. What do you plan to do after the pilgrimage is over?”
A simple enough question, but Auron struggled to answer it.
“I… I have never thought about it.”
“I’m sorry.” Braska said softly. Auron forced a smile at Braska’s words and made an attempt to answer.
“I will take Yuna to Besaid and I will sing a hymn in your honour.”
“Thank you.” Braska almost whispered, reaching to place a reassuring hand on Aurons knee.
Jecht coughed.
Auron raised and eyebrow as a smug smile slid across his lips.
“Jecht, did you ever cheat on your wife?”
There was a brooding silence. Jechts eyes bore into Auron as the younger man smirked.
“Dare.” Jecht growled.
“Fine.” Auron sounded satisfied. “Put your hand in the fire.”
“Auron that’s…” Braska interrupted, but Jecht had already plunged his hand into the fire, much to Auron and Braska’s surprise. He forced back a pained noise as he pulled his singed fingers back out of the flames. He uncorked a small healing salve with his teeth and emptied it over his hand.
Experimentally he flexed his fingers. Auron watched as a dark gleam appeared in Jecht’s eye.
“So Mr High and Mighty Warrior Monk… ever had sex?”
Auron paled.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Auron looked to Braska seeking an escape. The summoner averted his gaze to the stars as if he had not heard the question. Feeling trapped, Auron flushed and turned away, his face becoming a mask of stone.
“I’m not answering that.”
“So you’ll take a dare.”
Auron mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a curse under his breath.
“Fine.” He braced himself, he’d burn his hand if he had to, there couldn’t be anything worse than answering that.
“Kiss me.” He’d been wrong.
“WHAT?!”
Jecht grinned. Auron could tell from the way Jecht stretched that the older Guardian didn’t really consider the dare an option; he was prying for an answer.
“It’s your choice, either you come over here and kiss me or answer the question.” Jecht smiled relaxing smugly back against his rock. He was enjoying watching Auron squirm. “And none of this bouncing your lips against mine shit, a full on wet one.”
Auron cringed.
“I’m not doing either. This game is stupid.”
Jecht laughed.
“I knew it! Our great Warrior Monk has been outwitted by a game children played in Zanarkand!”
A vein pulsed in Aurons temple. Sensing an outburst Jecht continued. “I mean, if a game much loved by ten year olds really bothers our littlest Guardian I suppose we…”
Jecht never finished that sentence. In a flash of crimson Auron had crossed the distance between them. Roughly he grabbed at Jechts shoulder strap hauling the older Guardian level to him, a maddening fire playing in his eyes.
“Fine.” he growled. “Dare”
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Auron/Jecht/Braska
For: 7snogs
Theme: 5) Rumour
Inspired by: mneme_forgets's Girl Talk fic.
Notes: Because I don't think I laugh often enough... ^_~
“Truth or dare?” Jecht smiled reaching for the jug he’d stolen from Auron earlier that evening.
“What?” Auron frowned.
Braska just smiled and gazed up at the stars.
It was a crystal night and the wind was dancing gently around them. It was one of those nights that made him feel at ease.
“It’s a game we played in Zanarkand, you ask a question and you either answer with the truth.” Jecht paused to wave a hand around. “Or you take a dare.”
“Sounds childish.”
“It’ll be fun! Braska will play, won’t you Braska?”
Braska smiled and nodded his approval.
“Let’s indulge him Auron, it might be fun.”
Auron grumbled disapproval and started poking at the camp fire with a stick while murmuring under his breath.
“Great!” Jecht grinned slamming the jug down a little too close to the flames for Aurons comfort. “I’ll start.” He turned to face Braska the paused deep in thought. “Braska,” he continued ignoring Auron’s disapproving stare. “Do you think I will find a way back to Zanarkand?”
“I have faith you will find a way.” He smiled easily. Auron wondered if that really was the truth.
Jecht seemed satisfied, he gestured for Braska to ask Auron. There was a pause.
“Auron. What do you plan to do after the pilgrimage is over?”
A simple enough question, but Auron struggled to answer it.
“I… I have never thought about it.”
“I’m sorry.” Braska said softly. Auron forced a smile at Braska’s words and made an attempt to answer.
“I will take Yuna to Besaid and I will sing a hymn in your honour.”
“Thank you.” Braska almost whispered, reaching to place a reassuring hand on Aurons knee.
Jecht coughed.
Auron raised and eyebrow as a smug smile slid across his lips.
“Jecht, did you ever cheat on your wife?”
There was a brooding silence. Jechts eyes bore into Auron as the younger man smirked.
“Dare.” Jecht growled.
“Fine.” Auron sounded satisfied. “Put your hand in the fire.”
“Auron that’s…” Braska interrupted, but Jecht had already plunged his hand into the fire, much to Auron and Braska’s surprise. He forced back a pained noise as he pulled his singed fingers back out of the flames. He uncorked a small healing salve with his teeth and emptied it over his hand.
Experimentally he flexed his fingers. Auron watched as a dark gleam appeared in Jecht’s eye.
“So Mr High and Mighty Warrior Monk… ever had sex?”
Auron paled.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Auron looked to Braska seeking an escape. The summoner averted his gaze to the stars as if he had not heard the question. Feeling trapped, Auron flushed and turned away, his face becoming a mask of stone.
“I’m not answering that.”
“So you’ll take a dare.”
Auron mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a curse under his breath.
“Fine.” He braced himself, he’d burn his hand if he had to, there couldn’t be anything worse than answering that.
“Kiss me.” He’d been wrong.
“WHAT?!”
Jecht grinned. Auron could tell from the way Jecht stretched that the older Guardian didn’t really consider the dare an option; he was prying for an answer.
“It’s your choice, either you come over here and kiss me or answer the question.” Jecht smiled relaxing smugly back against his rock. He was enjoying watching Auron squirm. “And none of this bouncing your lips against mine shit, a full on wet one.”
Auron cringed.
“I’m not doing either. This game is stupid.”
Jecht laughed.
“I knew it! Our great Warrior Monk has been outwitted by a game children played in Zanarkand!”
A vein pulsed in Aurons temple. Sensing an outburst Jecht continued. “I mean, if a game much loved by ten year olds really bothers our littlest Guardian I suppose we…”
Jecht never finished that sentence. In a flash of crimson Auron had crossed the distance between them. Roughly he grabbed at Jechts shoulder strap hauling the older Guardian level to him, a maddening fire playing in his eyes.
“Fine.” he growled. “Dare”