Word February 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 27.Mar.2011

Summary: 18 February 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil x Rosa

Author Notes: vicissitude, noun;

1. Regular change or succession from one thing to another; alternation; mutual succession; interchange.

2. Irregular change; revolution; mutation.

3. A change in condition or fortune; an instance of mutability in life or nature (especially successive alternation from one condition to another).

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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Leaning back against the side of the tub, Kain brought both hands out of the bathwater to his damp face and scrubbed. It didn't help at all, because he had to close his eyes to do that and the images he saw with nothing else in front of him were his entire reason for taking this cold bath in the first place. He hadn't meant to see it, to walk in on it, and there was shame involved in his inability to immediately backtrack and leave. Cecil and Rosa... still didn't know that he'd seen them joined. They weren't married yet, but that type of scandalous behavior was the last thing on the dragoon's mind. What he couldn't move past, what sent his gut squirming and made his loins ache, was the fact that what he'd walked in on was not the ...standard... way of a man and a woman joining. What he'd walked in on was a gorgeous man lying on his back with his legs splayed wide and quivering, and a beautiful woman lying against his side straddling a leg with one slender arm hooking down the front of that milky pale body, two fingers thrusting in and out of the man's nether mouth in an obscene mimicry of a man's duty. What Kain saw was his best male friend blushing darkly and wantonly panting and moaning while his best female friend was blushing pink and nuzzling against a pale shoulder as she rocked her pelvis against his thigh and mewed lewdly as she dominated him. What Kain saw made his spear stand at attention the longer he watched, which was damn painful when he was wearing his armor because solid metal did not give.

Honestly, the dragoon didn't know which one of them he wanted more at that moment, which one he wanted to sink himself into and lay claim to first. If desire had physical form, it definitely embodied Cecil Harvey and Rosa Farrell. And Kain ached all the more, knowing that he was alone now, because he had been weak and damaged them both not so long ago. Yet his imagination kept running away from him since he had witnessed that scene only a scant few weeks ago, and he'd been waking up multiple times a night with the most painful malady his body could possibly inflict on him. If he couldn't manage to control his loins soon, he was going to have to find another to act as their primary guard once the soon-to-be king and queen of Baron were wed.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the dragoon shivered in the cold water and grabbed a washcloth to remove the sweat from this night's vivid dream. He'd train himself harder tomorrow, wear himself down to nothing if that's what it took to cleanse his mind of such thoughts. Hurrying through the procedure of cleaning himself, Kain exited the bath the moment he was able and left the water to drain as he grabbed a towel and dried off. Watching as the tub emptied, the dragoon felt decidedly cold, far beyond the physical sense. He wouldn't be receiving any comfort for this, any sympathy, because he was alone. He had no one to blame for his state but himself, however, and his thoughts only left him fatigued.

Exiting from his private bath – Cecil really shouldn't have given him so much so freely, but Kain was grateful for the consideration in this instance because he didn't need to concern himself with anyone seeing him in such a state and questioning him – the dragoon dropped the towel he'd used carelessly to the floor and sighed heavily, chocolate eyes morosely settled on the cold stones at his feet. He walked about halfway to his bed before he finally looked up, and his entire body jolted in shock. Sitting neatly on top of the crumpled sheets were none other than Cecil Harvey and Rosa Farrell, dressed in nothing more than a night tunic and a gown, respectively. Why must they taunt him so, with such clear indications that they wore nothing more than those simple coverings? And Cecil was all the worse, for he sat as he usually did, and his splayed legs were so tantalizingly close to allowing an obscene display. Rosa had her face tilted to the side, a blush on her cheeks as her eyes roamed the wall lined with the spears and swords Kain had collected over the years, and Cecil was determinedly staring at a point on the mattress between his splayed legs with a slightly darker blush coloring his own face. Kain caught himself trying to get a better look up the tunic, wishing either that the garment was just a hair shorter or the younger knight's legs were spread just a hair wider, and realized with sudden clarity that they were blushing and avoiding eye contact because he was standing before them completely naked. With as much dignity as he could muster, and very pointedly ignoring the heat flaring up on his cheeks, the blonde knight turned to his dresser and pulled out a pair of his day-to-day trousers. He would be spending most of the rest of his night wandering the parapets now just to calm himself from his embarrassment.

Once his pants were laced up in front and properly secured, Kain felt safe enough turning to look at the white mage and paladin once more. Clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly, the dragoon shifted his stance to the most relaxed pose he could manage while still being acutely aware of the fact that he'd just inadvertently exposed himself to them.

“Is there something you need?”

Cecil shifted, his eyes flickering up the older blonde's body to rest on his face, and Kain knew his mind was playing tricks on him when it seemed as though the paladin was disappointed that he had covered up.

“We... need to speak with you.”

Concerned, the dragoon repressed the sliver of fear that pierced his heart, fear that this was a discussion that would end in his dismissal from service. It wasn't an irrational fear, for he had done horrible things to them both and they'd not retaliated. It would be a fitting punishment, to strip him of rank and title, and the knight knew he deserved it even though his instincts told him to fight such a fate.

For several awkward seconds, nothing more was said, and Kain simply watched the paladin and white mage seated on his bed with guarded eyes as they looked up at him. Then Rosa slid over a bit, making room between Cecil and herself, and patted the space between them. Half reluctant, Kain nevertheless strode forward and seated himself between them, slouching a bit as he rested his forearms on his thighs just to be certain that his hands would remain firmly before him. Once he was settled, there was another pause that didn't quite last long enough to become truly awkward, and then Rosa spoke.

“You've been distant with us.”

The blonde felt his brow furrow before he forced the expression from his face, not really surprised that the white mage had noticed his behavior but still shocked that she had bothered to call him on it. To his other side, Cecil fidgeted a bit before speaking up.

“What bothers you so, that you avoid us some days?”

Looking at either one of them made his groin stir, some days worse than others; it was self preservation that prompted Kain to keep his distance, lest his perversion be discovered.

“It is nothing.”

Both of his younger friends sighed, more out of exasperation than anything else, and the blonde knight straightened his back as he crossed his arms over his chest and determinedly did not look at either one, staring at a fixed point ahead of himself. Rosa's next words were said lightly, although there was an undertone of resignation to them.

“You never did like talking much. ...Will you at least listen?”

Kain didn't even blink, but both of his smaller companions were used to his behaviors and responded as though he had given his consent, which he had, to be honest.

“You are dear to us, Kain, and we cannot bear to see you suffer so. In only a few months, Baron will receive her new king. We want you to be part of that.”

Not knowing what to make of that, the dragoon cocked his head, still without directly looking at either of them. Cecil spoke up, his voice soft but sincere, as he gently placed a hand on top of Kain's.

“We ask for your hand, if you will give it, and that you be with us forever.”

The blonde knight's head twitched, but he refused to speak, and couldn't quite bring himself to look at them for fear that his imagination was playing tricks on him again. On his left, the white mage placed her own hand atop his, resting her nimble digits over the back of his work-roughened hand.

“Since you do not want to believe, let us show you.”

The dragoon blinked, unable to form any thoughts for several long seconds. His mind blanked out all the more as Rosa leaned up and pressed her lips to his, and then he felt the paladin's lips against the side of his neck. Confusion quickly gave way to surprised wonder, and Kain groaned low in his throat when Cecil's hand left his own and came up to lightly brush over peach nipples. Afraid to move, lest he disturb the air before him and ruin this vision, Kain stiffened and locked his arms against the bed. Undeterred, the white mage retreated from his lips to trail kisses down his neck. The dragoon knew he must be dreaming when both of his younger counterparts began trailing down the front of his body with their lips and tongues, pausing to kiss his nipples sensually before trailing lower still.

To leave themselves room, the white mage and paladin slid from the bed and settled on their knees straddling a leg each on the floor, and Kain felt heat build on his cheeks as their hands tugged at his pants and undid the tie while they kissed his abdomen. His breathing hitched when warm hands glided over his stiffening spear and freed it from the fabric caging it, and his best friends pulled back from his stomach at the same time. The dragoon could not help but watch them, and the hooded looks they sent up to him before leaning in were enough to send a man straight to ecstasy. Cecil clearly didn't know what he was doing, but just as clearly Rosa did. The paladin mirrored her, his blue lips wrapping one side of the older knight's manhood while the white mage took the other, and Kain had to muffle his groans in his throat as he watched. He could feel them both as they began to rock their hips, and any resistance he could have mustered up crumbled at once. The heat on his cheeks didn't bother him, not while he witnessed how they relished him and felt the wet heat of their mouths against him.

His thoughts died away completely with the first moans that emerged from their saliva-slicked lips. They were enjoying this. With labored breathing, Kain shuddered as Rosa slowly engulfed his tip and built up to swallowing him whole, and Cecil panted and ground his hips against the dragoon's shin as he watched. She'd barely released the tip of his spear from between her lips before the paladin was upon him. What he lacked in skill, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, and Kain couldn't articulate anything more than half-strangled groans as the two of them attacked his groin so hungrily. He could barely focus in the haze of sheer want, afraid to touch what would surely vanish should he move and yet half delirious with lust. His loins could not take this buildup for long, and the blonde knight found his world shifting into abrupt focus the moment of his release. The image of his seed painting their bliss-stricken, moaning visages was forever burned into his memory, and all that happened after that point was little more than a gray fog.

Chocolate eyes cracked open, and Kain found himself warm and comfortable on his side in his bed and he didn't want to move from under the sheets. But he was confused, because he distinctly heard the sounds of birds and his room was far too bright for him to be sleeping; he had duties to attend to, after all. Rolling over onto his back, the blonde squinted against the bright sunlight as he stared out of his window. It was late; he might well have slept half of the day away. Absently bringing a hand up to rub the side of his face as he sat up, and feeling the bristly stubble that told him he needed to shave, Kain glanced around himself and felt at once disheartened. There were no signs of anyone else in the room; last night had been a dream, of course. He should have known better than to pray for what could never be. It really wouldn't do to keep having such lecherous thoughts about his friends.

The door to his private bathing room opened with a soft creak of the solid metal hinges, and chocolate eyes immediately darted in that direction as his muscles tensed for an attack. Kain hadn't been the least prepared for the assault his senses received, as one very naked paladin emerged from a cloud of steam billowing out of the chamber. His skin was tinged a light pink – from the heat, Kain's mind supplied – and there was a small towel resting over his shoulders that soaked up the water dripping from moon-tone locks. His loins began to stir, and the blonde was too surprised to censure himself over it. After only a few moments, another form emerged from the bathing chamber, just as naked as the first and rubbing at damp blonde locks with a towel to better dry them. Staring at the vision before him, the dragoon felt his jaw slacken. He was... he had to have been asleep still. Moon-tone brows quirked after a long stretch of silence before the paladin spoke, his voice light and conversational.

“I didn't expect you to sleep so soundly. You were always the first one up when we were younger.”

Kain could barely hear the whisper of his own voice, he was so numb from surprise.

“...You're real...”

Emerald and azure eyes turned glances at one another before both the paladin and the white mage returned their gazes back to the dragoon sitting on the bed in shock. It was Rosa who spoke, her voice even and smooth.

“Is this a surprise?”

They were never real; of course this was a surprise. It meant- it meant last night had been real. It meant that he'd had Cecil and Rosa kneeling before him, devouring his manhood between them, hungry for his seed. It meant that he would be the envy of every man alive if it weren't for the fact that he was keeping this knowledge very firmly to himself. It meant that his best friends, who were set to be married, had admitted that they wanted him nestled snugly into their relationship. It meant that he no longer needed to be ashamed of his perverted dreams, because he wouldn't be trying to satisfy himself with dreams anymore.

A hand gently toyed with the sheets tenting over his spear and Kain jolted from his thoughts, seeing the paladin kneeling on the bed before him, milky pale legs spread on either side of the dragoon's thighs as a delicate blush hovered over soft white cheeks, big emerald eyes drooping as one side of the vivid blue lower lip was sucked between freshly cleaned teeth. Cecil looked far, far too innocent as his hand eased down against the sheets to lightly grip the blonde's turgid manhood.

“Is this an early riser, at least?”

Eyes closing in ecstasy, Kain bit his lips to stifle the rumbling groan surging in his throat. Such lusty words from such pure, pretty lips. Opening his eyes once more, chocolates locked with emeralds before the dragoon raised his left hand and cupped the back of the younger knight's head, pulling him down for a kiss. Cecil didn't resist, his doe-like eyes fluttering closed in moments, and Kain groaned into that heavenly mouth as he slid his tongue into the unresisting depths. He felt Rosa slide onto the bed and take to his side, her own hand joining Cecil's against him, and the dragoon's hips twitched up.

“You never did respond... whether you will be joining us in marriage or not.”

Although he had heard her clearly, the older blonde was slow to pull back from vivid blue lips, enjoying the sweet taste of that heavenly mouth. His breathing was deep and controlled when brown eyes turned to the white mage, acknowledging her question with the most indicative response he could.

“Yes.”

She smiled and leaned up to capture his lips as Cecil leaned down to mouth against the side of his neck, nosing against the bristles of his unshaven chin.

“I'm glad.”

Kain was, too. Ecstatic, even. Although...

“If you're going to keep handling me, at least stop teasing.”