Disclaimer: I neither own nor make money off of these characters. Square owns their souls and has made a tidy sum off of renting them out for the night.

Warnings: None.

Notes: My PWP which got shredded after I found out Auron got the shades after getting to Zanarkand. Tiny little detail that completly derailed my thought process. So Jecht took over for me, and now I got a PWP with none of the sex you'd usually associate with it.

A Loss of Sanity
by fairady

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It's amazing how he sleeps.

Jecht often suspected that Auron had a supernatural sixth sense that was attuned to everything within thirty feet of him. The Guardian was rarely caught by surprise during the day. He was intensely aware of his surroundings, and spotted everything from fiends to gnats.

Which was probably why he was dead to the world when he slept. The only things capable of waking him at night were fiends and a good bucket of cold water.

Braska's prayer to the fayth had taken a lot out of him, and the temple had offered the summoner two rooms for the night. Braska had accepted and immediately collapsed in one. Auron and Jecht had been left to share the second room.

Shadows hid the room under a dark blanket, surrendering unwillingly to the gentle fingers of dawn. The faint light picked out the strong lines of Auron's face making it a strange mask of shadow and marble skin.

Jecht watched his companion's bare chest slowly rise and fall, counting the time between the natural pause and the next breath. Five seconds. Yes, he was bored. No, that was usually not a good thing for those around him. And this time, the blitzer admitted to himself, maybe it wasn't going to be such a good thing for himself either.

He considered (one) going outside (two) for a run (three), or even going down (four) to the harbor (five) for a swim. Doing (one) a little practicing would (two) stop his boredom nicely, (three) safely, (four) sanely (five).

No one had ever complimented Jecht on his sanity.

Auron woke with a wordless cry and promptly fell out of the small cot. Strands of wet hair clung to his face as the warrior struggled to his feet, red eyes blinking in confusion. Jecht couldn't help it. He laughed at the soaked man, the empty bucket clanging noisily as he dropped it.

"You-" words failed as Auron realized what had happened. His face turned red and he glared murderously at the laughing man. His voice was ominously calm as he said, "You will pay for that."

He took one step forward, hands curving for his blade. Jecht was thankful he'd had the foresight to remove all weapons from the room before completely losing his sanity. Still, whatever might come, he knew it was worth it to see Auron's expression when he first woke.

Even if he didn't think so after the dangerous monk was through with him.