Perfection

Author's Notes: While trying to find information and picture of Golbez without his armor, I couldn't find any matching information. His sprite in FFIV DS shows him as brown-haired, while The After Years shows him as silver-haired... while he's apparently supposed to look like his father Kluya (whose sprite has long dark purple hair...). I went with the DS sprite.

Also: MAJOR SPOILERS if you haven't gotten FuSoYa in your party in the DS version.

Perfection
Chapter 2: Brotherhood

Cecil woke up several hours later. He opened his eyes but immediately closed them – something about the lighting was quite violent. He had spent many a night under the stars, and mornings were never that rough. He gave it another go and opened his eyes, shutting them once more. Maybe it was the water reflecting the sun...

The silver-haired man covered his eyes with his right hand and opened them wide, a queer feeling running through him. Something was much different than last night. First off, he felt strangely alone. Then there was the silence; horrible silence. And the light. And... clothes. He remembered last night event's, and knew he had fallen asleep naked with Kain by his side, after a night of underwater sex...

He forced himself to bear the light and groaned. “What in the world...?”

Then it hit him.

He was in a room, on a bed. The artificial lighting was powerful. And the walls felt familiar, too familiar for his liking.

The Tower of Babil. No weapon, no armor... and no Kain. Only the four walls, the strange lighting, the bed and the very light white clothes he wore.

“Damn!” he muttered, realizing it would be quite a pain to exit this place. He had been KO'ed several times from the monsters and guards roaming around the area, and facing this without any equipment whatsoever screamed suicide.

His blue eyes set on the door. Instinctively, Cecil began banging on it, hopefully opening it or getting attention from whatever, or whoever, could be outside – but in vain. Not even a noise could be heard from the outside. Letting a drawn-out sigh escape his lips, ne sat on the bed, staring at the door. He knew no one was coming, but deep inside he was waiting for Kain to appear with grin on his face; “Gotcha! Let's go back before the others worry about us.”

Cecil sighed again. Where was Kain? What if... what if Kain had been captured too, and was in a room similar to his? The one to his right, or to his left? Instinct took over him again and he got up, screaming his friend's name as he banged, once again, on the walls and the door, until his throat ached.

Defeated, he reached the bed and let himself fall on it, staring at the ceiling. Was Kain safe? What about Rosa and company? Were they caught too? How long would he be here? And why wasn't he dead? After all, if he was back in the Tower of Babil, Golbez had to be around, which meant that once again, the man hadn't killed him. To him, it did not make sense whatsoever and as much as he wanted to get his mind away from it all, he couldn't.

~

He didn't know how long he had been there, but it had now been a while. Never in his life had he been taken as a prisoner, and the experience was quite strange. No noises, no presence – human, animal, mechanical or whatever hybrids found in these corridors – and no food yet. According to his stomach he hadn't eaten in several hours, if not a day or two.

Cecil also tried to sleep several times. The bed was nowhere near as comfortable as the one in his room in Baron Castle, and the constant artificial lighting was growing unbearable. He hoped to simply pass out from tiredness, but he was restless. And after last night spent with Kain, it was difficult to adjust.

Kain. He missed the dragoon. He missed the arms around his waist, the lips on his own, the feeling of his childhood friend's skin against his...

A noise put a brutal end to his daydreaming.

The doors were finally opening, revealing a slender frame, clad in deep blue armor. “Kain!!” Cecil screamed, rushing to the older man and resting his head on his shoulder. “Kain... where are we?!”

“You're safe with me,” the blonde-haired man stated, returning the gesture by wrapping his arms around Cecil's shoulders, planting a light kiss on top of his head. “Don't worry about where we are, we'll get out of here.”

“How? If it's the Tower of Babil you very well know what we went through the last time we've been here.”

He recalled the hours of fighting the foes off and the very few rest sessions which ensued after most of them had been completely knocked out, paralyzed, poisoned, frozen, burned, then frozen again... Kain hadn't been with them, but Edge had complained about it in the airship.

“It's only the both of us and I have no equipment what..so..ev...” The paladin paused mid-sentence, his bright blue orbs eyeing Kain from head to toe. “How did you manage to get your things anyways?”

'He knows too much.' Kain frowned and spun Cecil around, violently pushing him on the bed. He carefully watched as the silver-haired youth groaned and cringed, his head having hit the metal wall.

“What in heaven's name are you doing?! What's going on Kain?!” Cecil shouted through clenched teeth. He had forgotten how it was to fall down and hit something without the heavy armor he used to wear all the time. He felt amazingly vulnerable. Before he could turn around to face Kain, a strong pair of hands grabbed him by the wrists and forced him to stay in place; knees on the cold metal floor – he could feel it through the thin pants – and his upper body crouched on the bed, head against the wall. “Kain!!”

“Get up,” the older man ordered with a cold, annoyed voice. Impatient, he gave a tug at Cecil's arms and easily lifted him up a few inches off the ground. He grinned as his friend screamed in pain, and proceeded to push him through the door, and down the cold corridors. “Walk.”

Cecil had no other choice but to follow orders. “Where are you taking me?”

“You'll see.”

~

It took much less time for both men to reach their destination than the time Cecil had been here with his entire squad. Of course Kain didn't have to fight off the roaming creatures, and he had access to a few hidden staircases.

But it had still been a long walk. Despite his training as a knight, Cecil was slowly reaching breaking point; hungry, cold, and humiliated - by the hand of his best friend and lover nonetheless. During the whole walk, he tried thinking of ways to escape from Kain's clutches. It was no easy task; the dragoon was armed to the teeth, while the only weapons Cecil had were his limbs – and he had little to no training in hand-to-hand combat. There lied the problem. He was a knight, not a monk. The basics wouldn't suffice against Kain.

The last flight of stairs had felt like ten times its actual size. The silver-haired man had a very slight idea of what was waiting for him on the current floor – either Golbez or one of his servants. He almost prayed it was Golbez, only the gods knew what the servants would be up to. Golbez was more predictable, and he wouldn't be killed right away.

The doors opened, revealing who Cecil had expected: Golbez, wearing his black armor. The man was massive. If Kain was taller than Cecil, Golbez was a giant.

A low, dark yet heavily sarcastic voice emanated from the armor. “My pawn is back, and brought along a little girl. Oh wait. I'm sorry.” The man took a few steps forward, acknowledging the others' presence. “Excellent work Kain. You shall be rewarded later.”

Kain smiled and bowed, then roughly threw Cecil on the ground, forcing him on his knees for a second time. The paladin fell with a soft thud and a groan of pain, using his arms to prevent falling flat on his stomach.

“Leave me alone with him. I will call for you to escort him back to his room once I'm done.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Kain bowed again, and turned around to walk through the door. He did not turn around when Cecil screamed his name, begging him to reconsider his position, nor did he when the screams became muffled by sobs. He didn't feel bad, nor good, for that matter. After all, he only did as told.

When the screams came to an end, Kain was long gone into the cold corridor, waiting for his master's orders.

Golbez towered above Cecil, assessing the tired but determined man. The paladin slowly stood up, hands balled into fists, while his shoulders and arms shook with anger and weariness. He watched as the young man stepped forward and closed his eyes. He was expecting a punch, but it never came... and with his armor, Cecil would have most likely broken his hand. Cecil was no idiot.

A fool, most certainly. An idiot, no.

The silver-haired paladin looked around, searching for words. After a moment spent biting his lower lip, he finally spoke. “Why?” he asked, as if the answer was obvious to the one who held him captive. “Why haven't you killed me?”

The black-clad sorcerer tilted his head. That was it? That's what Cecil was thinking about all along? 'Oh, I've tried. But you survived.'

Cecil's voice echoed in the room again, growing impatient. “Why?!”

“You realize I could have killed you earlier, much earlier? And that I could kill you now?” Golbez unsheathed his sword, advancing on the younger man. “I could even have had Kain kill you two nights ago, when you and him were frolicking in the woods. But I've decided otherwise.”

“Why?!”

The sorcerer made a few steps forward, the point of his sword now aimed at Cecil's throat; the man was frightened, knowing he had nothing to defend himself with. “Because there are things you need to know.” The blade was withdrawn, leaving Cecil breathing heavily. “And a position to claim.”

The last sentence threw Cecil completely off-guard. A position to claim? He knew he'd become Baron's king, but it didn't make sense with what Golbez was telling him...

“Twenty years ago, Mother and Father were telling me how their second child was be a blessing for the three of us. Father died months before seeing his second child, and Mother died giving birth. Doesn't it sound familiar, Cecil Harvey?”

Surprised, the paladin opened his mouth to speak, yet no sound came out.

“Well it should. Because that second child – another son – was you.” As if to prove his point, Golbez removed his helmet.

Cecil's jaw dropped at the sight. Light brown bangs fell around the strong, chiseled jaw, stopping about an inch above his shoulders. A pair of piercing purple eyes looked straight at him.

'Unbelievable...'

“Better believe it, brother.” What Golbez said was too much of a coincidence to even be one. Without the helmet, his voice sounded almost normal. “Your father – our father, was a Lunarian. And as their sons, it is our duty to take this land. Our kind have waited long enough, asleep on the Moon.”

'Lunarians? Our kind? What on Earth is this guy talking about...'

As if he had heard Cecil's thoughts, the taller man continued. “Let me explain. Thousands of years ago, we had to escape from our planet. The Blue Planet was our destination, but its inhabitants – humans – were not ready for us yet. So we've built a second moon and settled our people on it, waiting for the humans to evolve. But they're taking too long, and we need the land.”

Cecil closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could believe the man was his brother, and that there was a race of extra-terrestrial, supernatural beings trying to take over his planet by force. What he had a hard time conceiving is that not only he partially belonged to that race, but his brother led the attack.

“And you must help us, Cecil.”

The younger man shook his head, frowning in disbelief. “No. No way. I refuse to... to commit another genocide.” He still felt awful about the ring which brought chaos and destruction to the Village of Mist. The villagers crying, begging them to stop the attack. Rydia sobbing, clutching her mother's body. Once again, Cecil shook his head to snap out of it.

“I don't recall asking,” his brother stated, eyebrows arched.

Seeing an expression on the man's face was strange. The paladin had associated Golbez and impassive, much like when he was a dark knight himself. People were not aware there was another being behind the helmet.

Cecil took a step back, suddenly fearing his brother. Such men – like he once was – eventually got whatever they wanted, and would rely on harsh ways to get it.

Memories of the attack on Mysidia – for a crystal that was helping Golbez's cause, attack Cecil had led, came back to him. Lifeless bodies of the protectors of the crystal on the ground... the white mages desperately trying to revive their fallen mates... the sheer terror he saw on their elder's visage...

Golbez tilted his head, smirking. “You've already helped. You were aware of what you were doing, yet you followed blindly. But this time, you will understand why.”

There was a pause, and the voice echoed in the room again. He stared directly into Cecil's blue eyes.

“I will make you understand.”

Cecil did not like the sorcerer's tone, and took a defensive stance.

As long as long as his friends would be safe, he'd find a way to deal with whatever was coming to him.

The taller man removed the strips of cloth maintaining his clawed gloves together, and threw them across the room, not caring where they landed. His head tilting right and left as he walked towards Cecil, a grin painted on his face. “Eventually you'll understand your destiny, brother.” He stopped a few inches away from the paladin, lowering his head, studying his brother carefully. “You and I will rule this planet. We'll be seen as kings in the eyes of our brethren. You and I, Cecil. You and I.”

In one swift motion, Golbez hit Cecil right in the chest, making the silver-haired young man fall once again. For a few seconds, he watched as his younger brother threw panicked looks around the room, and scooted backwards as if to escape.

“Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...”

But Cecil kept moving on the ground, using his arms and legs to drag himself on the floor, feeling his limbs giving up on him every now and then as his upper body slipped to the ground. If he was panicked when Golbez pushed him down, he was terrified as the other man crouched before him. The younger man lost balance again and fell over again... but it didn't hurt this time.

Golbez's voice came out eerily soft, as his right hand had prevented the paladin's head from hitting the cold floor again. “Don't hurt yourself, Cecil.” His free hand moved to his brother's face, lining the man's delicate jawline in a tender, caring fashion.

The hand moved down his neck and tugged at the white shirt, effortlessly ripping it apart. Cecil's exposed chest rose and fell quickly as he nervously breathed. “G-Golbez... listen, I-”

A finger pressed lightly on the silver-haired man's lips. “Please. You're my brother. Call me Theodore.”

Theodore. His real name; much more... human.

There was only one thing Cecil wanted to do; open his mouth and bite the finger. However, he was not certain it would provide enough of a distraction for him to slide away from him, and would most likely anger the older man. He even tried fighting back and pushing the man away. The hand moved again and grabbed his wrists, forcing his arms to go over his head as his upper was slowly eased to the floor.

Anger took over fear. The paladin began kicking at his brother, grunting in the process. It wasn't enough to stop Theodore... at least, for a long time. The brown-haired man rolled his eyes and dragged Cecil on the floor in order to reach one of the strips of cloth which had held his armbraces together, and wrapped one around Cecil's wrists. The knight made sure it was tied loose enough to be comfortable, but would prevent the young man from fighting back.

Once done, Theodore reached for his brother's pants and fiddled around his waist for few seconds, then ripped them apart like he had done with the shirt. That's when he noticed Cecil making efforts to sit, ready to hit him with his hands who were still tied together.

A single well-aimed blow was all it took for Cecil's upper body to fall backwards like a rag doll, hitting his head on the floor. For a short while, everything was dark. When his vision settled in again, he couldn't focus; only the gods knew how many Theodores were in front of him. He blinked a few times, forcing himself to focus on whatever was happening.

During this time, the sorcerer examined his brother, whose pale skin seemed to blend in with the floor. Since he finally submitted, it would be easy to do as pleased. He ran a hand on the man's chest, closing his eyes to savor every moment. Cecil would understand how much his older brother loved him – and also hated him.

The hand moved to his thighs, stroking them carefully. “You are so beautiful. No wonder why Kain is infatuated with you. Unfortunately I didn't realize it until now, and I understand how your heart belongs to him. However, it doesn't mean we can't share.”

The paladin groaned again, still unable to focus on what was said to him. All he wanted was the dragoon by his side; and as much as he wanted to scream his name, no other sound than a groan passed his lips.

“He'll have you, that'll make him happy. But I need you too, Cecil, my brother.” Theodore's fingers wrapped on the youth's cock, stroking the sensitive flesh slowly. He wished his brother had lived with him; he'd have always been there to comfort him, to touch him, to remind him he wasn't alone. Maybe Cecil would have grown with him and Zemus. Both would be powerful sorcerers, and in fact, there would be no need to take the Blue Planet from the humans' now, for it would have been done long ago.

His thoughts were disturbed by a voice in his head. “You want him? Take him. He's right there. You've always gotten what you want. Are you going to let blood ties stop you?”

'No.'

A grin replaced the soft smile as he positioned himself between Cecil's legs, careful not to hurt him as he removed his armor. Yet this carefulness went away when he roughly inserted his member into his brother's entrance. He had the upper hand on the young man; he felt powerful, and a satisfied grin spread across his lips.

The pain in Cecil's lower back brought him back to reality; on the cold metal floor, under the artificial lights he hated so much. His first reaction was to scream for his dragoon friend... but Kain never came. The pain lulled for a split second before shooting back up, making him shout loudly and his back arch.

Noticing the silver-haired youth was in pain, Theodore's voice rose in the air. “Won't be much longer until you feel better, Cecil. Don't worry. Soon, we'll be one.”

Cecil closed his eyes, clenching his teeth. If it hadn't been creepy already, now it was past scary and downright horrendous. He wanted to fight, his brain yelled at him, but his body refused to budge. 'I'm a coward,' he thought, the tears burning his eyes. 'I can't even fight back.'

Theodore crouched over Cecil's body without putting a stop to the aggressive thrusts, supporting himself with his arms. He made efforts to ignore the wild screams at first; he wanted his brother to enjoy it still. Keeping his left arm on the ground as support, he ran his right hand on the other man's upper body, hoping for a positive reaction.

And judging by the look on the other man's face, either it was enough to make the youth feel better, or he had hit the right spot. His hand roamed back and forth from Cecil's shoulders to his legs, trying to be gentle as possible.

The pain was slowly going away, and for a moment the paladin had to remind himself it was his brother having sex with him. He started wriggling again under the older man's touch... and suddenly stopped as he heard a moan, before realizing he was the one who made the sound. That's also when he saw Theodore's face getting closer to his. Cecil moved his head to the right, wanting to avoid the man's attempt to kiss him. However, each thrust brought him closer to climax, and he had no choice but to open his mouth in order moan; it was a reflex.

The sorcerer's lips came in contact with his, but he refused to kiss back, even when he felt the warm tongue entering his mouth, fighting for dominance over the younger man. The moans were stopped forcefully, which only made Cecil fight back even more; he needed to breathe.

And the thrusts didn't stop. In fact, after the forced kiss, Theodore felt even more powerful. Grunting loudly at each push, it was only a matter of minutes until this would come to an end. He could feel Cecil was exhausted, but that didn't stop him.

“Here. Let me help you out a bit,” the brown-haired sorcerer muttered between thrusts, his right hand hovering above Cecil's now hardened member. He pumped slowly at first, as if he wanted to torture his brother or make him scream his name, but picked up the pace after two or three minutes, given the reaction he had: Cecil was moaning again.

It took a few more minutes of that treatment before Cecil's back arched again, this time in pleasure; the creamy white liquid spilled all over his stomach. His eyes opened widely as the orgasm shook his body, soft moans echoing in the room.

Getting quite tired of thrusting, needing release soon, the older man pulled out and got a hold of his own erection, wildly jerking his hand up and down. He couldn't wait anymore. Within a short time, his body tensed up as well, while he came on Cecil's stomach in a loud moan. Theodore's purple eyes locked on the pale body below him, strangely satisfied with what had happened. He reached to touch the paladin one last time before getting up and grabbing his armor pieces.

Drained and shivering, Cecil remained on the floor. His whole body was sore, but he was too weary to even cry. The last two things he felt before falling asleep were someone wiping his stomach with a soft cloth, and a pair of arms lifting him up.


~ To be continued... ~


Author's Notes: I'm fully aware how Golbez/Theodore's personality changes quite fast, but that's quite how I picture him. Going from the (albeit controlled) bad guy who wants to take over the world, to the extremely overprotective brother, whom he partially hates because of what happened to his mother.