Perfection

Author's Notes: I have this strange feeling I'm making Cecil appear like a complete manwhore, while it's really not how I perceive him XD;. I guess I can justify that he'd go far for his goals. Oh, and it's a short chapter. It was originally longer but I cut a ton of filler. Next one should be longer, hopefully.


Perfection
Chapter 10: Daedalus


Cecil stood in the makeshift throne room, right in front the king and queen. Considering how the king had caught Edge and him being intimate, it was awkward. He didn't want to lose their respect – if he even had any left – by looking distant and not interested, yet he could barely look the middle-aged man in the eye.

Edge had gotten over it and had reverted to his loudmouth self. “C'mon. Cecil was a high-ranked tactician! I'm dead sure he can come up with some plan to help us out. Right Cecil?” He turned to the paladin with a wide grin.

“Of course. I will need maps and free access inside the base. If I have it all today, by tomorrow I should have a good idea of what we can do. We should be able to launch our offensive the day after. Or in two days if we want to fully prepare everyone.” Cecil crossed his fingers – if Theodore's timing was good, this would be a child's play.

The King approved his plan with a nod. “Once you have your plan ready, come back to me. I will make sure enough men are ready as well. Until then, feel free to roam within our base. Edge, please guide him around.”

“Got it, Father.” Edge saluted, still grinning. “I'll get the maps as well. Come on.” He motioned Cecil to follow him, and they exited the room together.

~

It took less than two days for Cecil to come up with a plan, and he hoped that it would work out. Because outside the actual plan to invade the Tower of Babil with the Eblan ninja, he needed another to set up a trap.

The Eblan ninjas would never make it to the Tower. The King and Queen were going to be abducted.

Cecil paced anxiously in his room. His plan was to take them outside where Golbez was waiting. There were two problems, however; one that he had no reason to take them outside unless he was following the wrong path, and the other was that they knew where they were supposed to go. Unless they were forced to head to an exit... If Kain had been around, sabotaging this would have been easy.

There was a brief knock on the door, and it opened. Edge waved at him, a grin slapped on his face. “Slept well, pretty boy?” He marked a pause and raised an eyebrow. “Well that didn't come out right. Anyways, everyone's ready.”

Cecil nodded and picked his sword up, finally ready for some action. “Thank you.”

~

Kings normally don't wage wars; queens, even less. But they were both in a squadron, with Edge and Cecil tagging not too far ahead.

The briefing for the attack on the Tower of Babil had been short; ten minutes, fifteen minutes at the very most. The fifty people or so had orders of splitting in five groups and heading off in different directions, all meeting in one central point not too far from the tower itself. From then, they'd split into three groups and enter from different areas.

Cecil now needed a distraction. He walked behind Edge, his gaze going from wall to wall. Were they the only squadron in the current tunnel, he could easily have attacked them. Or if he had a partner to help him from the inside.

After a few minutes in, they could already see their first enemies. This could provide as a much needed distraction...

… Had they not been so weak.

The crew slashed the bats to pieces in no time.

Cecil quickly figured these came most likely from the earth itself, and not the Tower.

A shriek tore the air; Cecil turned his head backwards and gasped. One of the bats had grabbed hold of a soldier's neck and sucked the blood out of the man. Or tried to, rather – another soldier quickly pushed it away.

At the same moment, the walls shook. Cecil looked up as tiny rocks and dusts fell from cracks. His first reflex was to duck, then run. He wasn't fully protected. As for the ninjas behind him, he was hoping they wouldn't live through the imminent cave-in. Or at least get separated.

The low rumble came right after. Cecil scurried through the tunnel. He was about to grab the queen's hand when he noticed she was ahead of him, along with the king. A short surprised gasp escaped his mouth, and he rushed. He now relied on the royal pair to either get to an exit, or to a safer place.

He remained surprisingly calm as he kept up and gave looks backwards – Edge wasn't following. His panicked screams could be heard from afar. Yet Cecil kept running.

What he saw a few meters in front of him made him stop in his tracks.

A dead end.

'Fuck.'

One by one, the royal duo disappeared. Cecil looked up to see a hole in the ceiling; he jumped with ease and landed right in front of a familiar – albeit hidden – face. Exactly who he wanted to see. “Kain!”

“Glad to see you pop up, literally.” Kain smirked under his dragon-shaped helm, and pulled him by the shoulders into a quick, manly hug. “So you made friends in there?”

“Yes. Get us to a safe place, I'll explain on the way.”

The trio followed Kain through the dense, rainy forest. The airship had been landed on a beach nearby, and they quickly hopped aboard.

The airship took off a minute after.

~

Theodore could see four frames on the deck. Cecil had succeeded in keeping Eblan's king and queen around him. Perfect.

The sorcerer sat near the window, and observed how his little brother dealt with the couple.
~

Not even ten minutes after they had taken off, Cecil and Kain had them tackled down. The dragoon was - and yet wasn't – surprised that Cecil kept the older ninja pinned down.

“Nice job Cecil.”

The knight turned to Kain with a slight grin. He may not have looked like it, but Cecil was machine. He held the king's hands over his head, legs locked. “Kain, help me out here. I don't want to let go of this one. Tie him up for me?”

After he fixed the makeshift gag in the queen's mouth, Kain lifted his head. He was the one with the cord, after all.

Cecil moaned. “Kain...” He wasn't tired, he was annoyed. The king squirmed under him; Cecil delivered a punch in his ribs to put a stop to his movements.

Once the lady was all bound and gagged up, Kain walked to Cecil, cord in hand.

“This won't take long, and it won't hurt if you don't fight back.”

~

The royal couple was brought inside the airship. Moments after, the knights came back on the deck – Cecil at the wheel, Kain behind him.

They would be back to the Tower of Babil soon enough.

As to why Cecil was asked to kidnap them, he had no idea. He could only assume they were a major threat, or that Theodore wanted their powers. 'A little from column A, a little from column B'. He'd ask him later on. For now, he had to fly back to the tower and take the Eblan couple to Doctor Lugae – whoever the man was.

~

“Kain and I will take care of them.”

Theodore had been quiet about what would happen to Eblan's king and queen, but as he stepped in the tower again, it had been the last thing on Cecil's mind. He simply wanted to rest. And as Theodore and Kain took off, he took the opportunity to head to his own bedroom.

After washing the dirt and blood off his armor and a quick shower, Cecil slipped in his bed. A sigh of comfort passed his lips as he drifted to a light, peaceful slumber.

It would have been more comfortable with Kain – or Theodore – around.

~

Cecil's eyelids fluttered open. There was a noise in the room, but the man wanted one thing: more sleep. He forced the footsteps noise out of his mind and shifted to his side with a groan. Something warm snuggled up to his back. Cecil squirmed to mold himself against the larger frame...

… Until he was abruptly turned over and forced on all fours. He raised a sleepy brow and groaned again. He felt he had been robbed of his comfort.

It was worse – or better? He couldn't decide, frankly – when a cold finger crept up his puckered entrance. Cecil cringed and tensed up. The finger inside him stopped its movements. Another pair of hands pushed silver-white hair away from his eyes and gently stroked his cheek. Blue eyes met purple.

“Relax, sweetheart,” the voice behind him teased in a whisper.

So much for the mystery men.

Cecil rolled his eyes and was about to talk back, when Theodore's large member was presented to him. He eagerly took it in his mouth, tongue swirling over the head. A second finger penetrated him and he bucked his hips against them. A low, pleasured moan passed his lips.

Theodore forced his cock in his brother's mouth. Cecil suppressed his gag reflex and, in an effort to take his mind off the strange feeling, focused on the digits – now at the count of three – inside him.

His senses were already overwhelmed.

Cecil quivered as the fingers were removed, and replaced with Kain's member. Muffled by Theodore's cock, the whine was barely heard. Hands moved to his hips, and Kain's slow, paced thrusts began. The hands held his hips firmly, yet the grip was soft, oh-so pleasuring.

His head bobbed back and forth as he sucked the shaft in front of him. Theodore slipped his hands in Cecil's hair and took a hold of it. He did not relent either, and pushed more of his mass inside the younger man's mouth.

Behind him, Kain bent over as well, trailing short kisses along the back of Cecil's neck and shoulders. He grinned as Cecil moaned once more. He picked up the pace before standing on his knees again, thrusts timed with Theodore's.

Cecil bucked his hips; he demanded more. On all fours, he couldn't reach his own hard-on. It got on his nerves. He made a half-arsed attempt at freeing his right hand, but was intercepted by Theodore's strong grip on his wrist. Cecil's whine of protest was interrupted by Kain's powerful thrusts, driving him closer to release.

For the second time, Kain leaned over Cecil's back, nudging white hair with his chin. Still thrusting, Kain reached in for his mate's erection. Cecil sighed, relieved – as if having two men providing constant sexual attention wasn't enough.

At the other end – literally – Theodore was observing his younger brother through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips. Kain's long blond hair and tanned skin contrasted with Cecil's deathly pale complexion.

Exhaustion settled in. Cecil backed off from the rigid member and gasped for air, blue eyes wide opened. He moaned again, before his head was forcefully pushed on Theodore's cock. A muffled cough slightly shook his lithe body, and Cecil withdrew his head again. Right away, Theodore shoved it towards himself.

Cecil gave up, and forced himself to ignore the gag reflex. Instead, he switched his focus to Kain's fast, strong thrusts, the hand tugging his erection and the building heat in his groin. Before Cecil knew it, the heat expanded throughout his body. He quivered and shook, his warm release dropping on the white sheets beneath him.

It took Cecil all of his strength to prevent the fall.

It was even harder to remain on all fours with Kain ramming behind him; every push hit his prostate over and over. The man had stamina....

Less than Theodore, apparently. Once the mass was removed from his mouth, Cecil took a deep breath. He cringed his eyes as a streak of cum landed on his pretty face – oh how he hated getting dirty.

Theodore was more than pleased at the sight of his little brother covered in semen. He grinned as his back hit the wall behind him. Hungry purple eyes set on Kain's slender frame, he watched as the blond man pushed in and out of the smaller body.

His smirk widened as Kain took a step back and withdrew as well. He gave a few rapid tugs at his hard-on. A wave of ecstasy followed; his body shook as he exploded over the white skin in front of him. Spent, Kain sat on his legs, a grin on his face.

Cecil fell, flat on his stomach, shoulders raising every time he panted. The mattress moved under him as Theodore silently got off the bed, leaving the two other men alone. Sparks still danced in his eyes as he exhaled and turned over.

He barely noticed when Kain let himself fall to the mattress as well.

The whole trip had definitively been worth it.

~ To be continued...