Word October 1999

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

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Last Updated: 26.Feb.2011

Summary: 23 October 1999 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil

Author Notes: proclivity, noun;

1. A natural inclination; predisposition.

Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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Cecil was rather lovely, chest down against the royal desk as he struggled fiercely against the press of Kain's weight while the larger man tugged the silk trousers out of his way. Those sweet struggles never lasted very long, though; the smaller knight always submitted in the end, always yielded to the older man's dominance and allowed himself to be filled. It was wrong to believe that Kain was violent to his king, however; Cecil was strong enough to hold his own if he truly objected, but the only vehemence in his struggles were his words. By the time the royal dragoon released his seed inside of his paladin, milky white hips were desperately grinding back into him and the king was muffling his sobs and moans into his arms against the desk.

Kain couldn't help his desires, not when Cecil matched him so fluidly. It probably wasn't normal for a man to feel the same lusts as a woman, but the younger knight had always been a little bit off, anyway, and the dragoon could not find the will to complain about such a thing. He was, after all, a hot-blooded man, and his wants were natural: sheathe his spear inside of another and spill his seed. It was the innate desire to produce heirs that drove his needs, as it should be with any man. But his king? His king wished to be speared, to be filled, to be the womb that bore the heirs. Cecil wished to be the woman, the wife and mother, and who was Kain to argue? It was just a shame that the paladin lacked the necessary parts.