Perfection

Author's Note: First of all I want to apologize for the upcoming scenes, it'll only get worse! I really love all the FFIV characters but I had to find a way to make Cecil lose his mind ^^;;.

Perfection
Chapter 3: Toys


The room with the infernal artificial lights. Again.

Cecil groaned loudly and buried his head in the pillow. His whole body – especially his upper arms and his ass – hurt badly. He turned to his right side, his blue eyes slowly adjusting to the lighting. He was alone and still naked, but it was better than being with Golbez – Theodore – again, for now anyways.

So many things happened in such a short time. Not only he learned he had an older brother, but both men were descendents of a race called the Lunarians. Then came the rape. Cecil shook his head, still not fully believing that such a thing happened. Had it been Kain, he'd have gladly submitted to the other man's desires, even if he apparently was under his own brother's control.

He didn't know how long he had been out after the rape, but judging by his stomach's constant growling, he'd have guessed ten, eleven hours.

The door slid open. He was quite surprised when Kain made his way in the room, carrying a platter of seasoned chicken legs and potatoes with a load of bread and a tall glass of water.

Cecil sat up and winced at the pain, his eyes following Kain's frame. The taller man sat beside him, handing him the platter.

“Eat up.” An order he was more than happy to obey.

There were utensils but Cecil didn't bother with them and took the chicken leg with his bare hands. He chewed the food roughly before taking another bite, only stopping to prevent from choking. The glass of water was empty within ten seconds.

Not the best meal of his life, but he definitively would have agreed to a second serving.

If only he had no problems focusing.

The younger man blinked hard and posed the second chicken leg on the platter, shaking his head to make the sudden dizziness go away. His head turned towards Kain with a confused frown. “Kain, what's going on...?” he asked in a slurry voice. His eyelids felt heavy... so heavy...

The dragoon eased him on his back. “Better lay down if you don't feel well, Cecil.”

Faint noises of metal hitting the floor came to his ears, but he was too out of it to care about the cause. Kain had disappeared from his vision.

He felt something wet and warm on the tip of his cock. Had he been fully conscious, he might have had appreciated the gesture; he knew Kain was present, he knew someone was trying to have sex with him, but he could not link both facts.

Kain started slowly, his eyes opened, watching Cecil's every movement and reaction... or lack, thereof. He wished he didn't feel the need to drug the man up in order to be intimate with him, but he needed release. He needed to be with him despite what happened earlier.

Eagerly, he took more of the length in his mouth, his left hand drifting over Cecil's lower body in order to map the soft, pale flesh. It only had been a few days since the night he came to terms with his feelings for the younger man, but it felt so far away in time. He gently squeezed the man's thigh, enjoying the firm yet soft sensation under his fingers. 'You're so beautiful,' he thought, savoring Cecil's taste, trying to lose himself in the moment. How he loved being so close to him, touching him... This change of loyalty was very well worth it. And so he sucked harder, running his tongue on the shaft at the same time.

There was a slight problem now – his own hard-on. He lifted his head from his friend's member and got up from his crouching position, carefully looking at the youth. His eyes went down to Cecil's opening, knowing he very well wouldn't be able to fuck him like he had done a few days before. His left hand wandered over his own member, gently stroking it at first, unable to pry his eyes away from his best friend.

Kain's head tilted to the left as if to inspect the paler body below him. Blue-grey eyes caught a glimpse of Cecil's feminine facial features, particularly his half-opened mouth. Blond eyebrows arched, the dragoon made his way to the front of the bed, delicately trailing the body with his fingertips.

He crouched at Cecil's head, removing some silver strands of hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear in a loving fashion and letting his hand caress his jaw. Getting back to his feet, he wrapped his left arm around the youth's shoulders, bringing him to crotch level. As he tested the man's responses under the drug, he ran his cock on Cecil's lips. Nothing. So with his right hand he forced the mouth to open, and pushed inside.

The dragoon took a deep breath, letting out a low moan of satisfaction. Slowly, he rocked his hips in Cecil's wet mouth, going deeper with every thrust and keeping his eyes on for possible gag reflex. He didn't want to choke the younger man or ending up covered in Cecil's lunch. But it felt so good, yet so wrong.

When he noticed Cecil seemed to be breathing through his nose, Kain pushed in further and picked up the pace, keeping wary of a possible awakening. His right hand went back to Cecil's pretty face, adding to his ecstasy. “I can't imagine what it's like when you're awake... you'd like that wouldn't you?” he rambled, even though Cecil couldn't hear him – and if he could indeed hear him, he would keep no memory of it. Just the thought of his friend's eyes looking at him as he sucked him dry would have been enough to send him over the edge, and Kain felt the sudden need to slow down.

However, not knowing how long the drug's effects would last, he went back to a decent speed, groaning with each thrust. His head fell backwards and closed his eyes as he climaxed, releasing his seeds inside Cecil's mouth with a long, loud moan. The thrusts came to a slow halt as he recovered from the orgasm, his body shaking.

Kain sighed and removed his member from the other man's mouth, his eyes locking with Cecil's upper body. He maintained the young man at crotch level while he swallowed the white liquid, then gently laid him on his back and drew the covers over his naked frame.

'See, Kain? You can have him. Not only to yourself, of course, but you have him.'

“Better than not having him at all...” Kain whispered back, running his hand in Cecil's silver hair one last time.

Making as little noise as possible, the dragoon put his armor back on and quietly left the room.

~

Cecil groaned as he opened his eyes wide, forgetting once again where he was. He literally let out a scream of frustration, wishing he could somehow turn off the damned lights. If his brother wanted him to go nuts, he had almost reached his goal. Exhausted despite the hours he slept, and unable to remember what he did before, he was sure he was going to lose his mind eventually.

And there was this strange taste in his mouth. It wasn't so bad. Didn't he receive food earlier? Maybe. He barely remembered anything between what happened with Theodore and the present moment. But he fell full.

With a shrug the man got up and stretched, somewhat still sore from the earlier rape. He couldn't just sit around and mope. He always was a man of action. He had to find a way to escape, to bring Kain back to his senses, or to put an end to all of this by killing his brother. Because he surely wasn't going to kill himself, now that would be cowardice.

He hadn't even the time to cope with the fact he had a living relative – the king had told him his parents had died and never mentioned he had any sibling. So not only had he a brother, but he was trying to destroy the world?

Insane. There was no other word for it.

Cecil let himself fall on the bed, his face twitching because of the pain in his lower back, yet forced himself to bear it. Out of all the options he had, having a sane Kain back close to him was the most plausible.

Just as he started thinking of ways to have the dragoon snap out of his situation, the door opened again.

Kain stepped inside the room and tossed him a pair of pants and a shirt. “Dress up,” he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest – even under Theodore's control, the older man kept his habits. If it hadn't been for the situation, Cecil would have chuckled and told Kain to go fuck himself.

The paladin was somewhat thankful that it wasn't a full armor; it would've taken too much time to put on. And really, he wasn't in the mood for this constant dress - undress game that his brother and lover enjoyed playing with him.

Once dressed, Kain grabbed his wrists again, pushing him out of the room. “Your brother is waiting for you. He's got a gift. Something to show you.”

A gift? Well, that was a new one. Skeptic, he kept walking, wondering what this gift would be. 'Please be an elevator...' he joked, annoyed at the multiple sets of stairs leading to the top floor.

'Damn stairs. If I ever make it back to Baron I want my bedroom somewhere else.'

~

“Ah! Brother. Glad to see you awake again... I hope Kain was more gentle than I was.”

The comment made Cecil quirk his brows and tilt his head, confused. If Kain had sex with him, he did not remember it at all. Good thing or bad thing though, he couldn't determine yet. The silver-haired man didn't get a chance to reply before Theodore resumed talking.

“One of my minions will come back soon with a new toy for you, if you wish to have some amusement,” he said, scanning Cecil with his purple eyes. “As long as the toy's not dead, but I clearly warned them to bring it back alive...”

A toy. A live toy? To whom or what could he refer?

Cecil leaned impatiently on his right leg. He couldn't stand there waiting for a so-called toy he'd have no use of; he had a Kain to bring back to his senses. It was enough play for him. “Listen, Theodore... I don't care for toys. I just want this shit to be done with.”

“But I can't until I have all the crystals, and I do need help gathering them.” Theodore walked to his brother, gently cupping the youth's chin with his strong, large hand. “This place keeps me busy enough, I surely can't go fetch them myself. I have you and Kain to watch over, and to be honest, my minions aren't the brightest. My strategist is a complete nut who's also busy with his own toys.”

The younger man looked away as he processed all the information. Someone was messing with other people? Definitively not something he appreciated, and nothing that could turn in his favor.

Just as his brother was bending over to put his lips against his own, loud footsteps followed by a loud shriek were heard in the room. Cecil's reflex was to turn around. His eyes widened at the sight.

A tall, red-clad man stood a few feet away from his him, holding a green-haired woman by the arms, a large grin on his face.

“Rydia! Let her go, bastard!” the paladin shouted before Theodore covered his mouth with his hand.

“Shh. Calm down brother. I told you you'd have a toy...”

If he could have had any toy in the world – someone who he could have his ways with – he'd have chosen Kain. Not... a woman. But he wasn't even into getting control and in the end he'd let his best friend make a toy out of him.

So he shook his head in disbelief, unable to meet the woman's gaze.

Theodore walked the distance separating him and the summoner. She looked incredibly small compared to the massive mage, but it didn't seem to bother her. She kept on thrashing at the man in red, who seemed to grow bored of it.

“She'll eventually get it coming to her, you know. I can kill her easily, and so can you.”

“I don't want to kill her! She's my friend!” Cecil yelled, feeling suddenly powerless.

“Maybe I want you to chose,” the brown-haired man added, his purple gaze drifting between Cecil and Rydia. “Either you come with me or she dies...”

The paladin sighed, looking at his naked feet. His brother was a cruel being. “Make me understand, my ass... you really want me to help you conquer the world. And you're giving me no choice about it. Or my friends are going to die.”

“Everyone's going to die one day, Cecil. If it's not then, some die when I can unleash the Giant on this planet. But you can prevent that...”

Rydia stopped thrashing for a moment and looked at the silver-haired man. In a rather calm voice, she spoke. “Let me die. I'm ready for it. I don't want him to destroy this planet and I'll die for it. I'm ready, Cecil.”

Cecil closed his eyes in despair. He couldn't let his friends die. Not anymore. “I can't...”

“I'm ready, Cecil,” the high-pitched, determined voice repeated. “If I don't die here I'll die anyways. And it's not your fault!”

“It is my fault...”

Theodore made a step towards Cecil, his hand landing on the paladin's back, stroking it lovingly. “You need to make your choice, brother.”

The silver-haired man jerked his head back as if he was in pain. “I can't chose, how do you expect-”

The mage didn't wait and in one swift movement, moved to Rydia's back, holding his blade before her neck. Blood splattered on his black armor as he sliced through the skin, the muscles, the bones, all within a split second. Theodore had made it look so effortless.

Rydia's body fell to the floor like a rag doll, her head remaining in Theodore's hand.

Cecil lowered his head, rage building in his body. Brother or not, the older man had gone too far. He closed his eyes and turned to Kain, who had remained relatively impassive. What was going through the dragoon's head? Didn't he care for her? Probably not. He didn't know her much anyways.

Even if it was the case, the paladin just wanted to rush in his arms and cry, but stood there, unable to make a single move. He hadn't been able run to her, or tell his brother to stop.

'I -am- a coward...'

Suddenly feeling out of place, dizzy and sick, Cecil let out a drawn-out sigh, his eyes remaining closed. It was Kain who caught him before he fell to the ground, lifted him up in his arms and held him close as he waited for his next orders.

“Take him to my room.”

“Yes my Lord.” Kain bowed his head in respect and left the room, carrying the paladin with him.

~

This time, coming to had been much easier. Cecil opened his eyes slowly, but noticed something different; the lights were dimmed. The bed he had been sleeping in for the past hour or so was massive and much more comfortable than his previous one – even more than his own in Baron.

The silver-haired paladin sat in the bed, tugging at the sheets to cover his upper body. He felt light-headed and nauseous, and barely got a chance to get fully up before he retched his earlier dinner all over himself and the satin sheets, and finally rested on the wooden head board, exhausted.

“Cecil, are you okay?”

Theodore appeared in one of the door frames. The brown hair fell right above his naked shoulders, and Cecil was almost sure his eyes were shining in the dark. When he realized his brother's state, he walked to him and removed the dirty blankets, throwing them on the ground.

“No, you're not feeling well.” The mage helped Cecil to his feet and led him to the bathroom, removing the youth's soiled shirt. “Doesn't take a genius to see that you're affected by all of this.”

The paladin remained quiet as his pants were removed as well, the warm hands resting on his thighs for a few seconds, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bath.

“Why did you kill her?”, he finally mustered the courage to ask, trying his best not to sound too weak, despite the sore throat he had.

Warm hands moved to his shoulders, making Cecil face their owner. “Let's see once you're clean and well-rested. Right now, you need to unwind,” Theodore declared, his large hands leaving the other man's body to turn the faucets. “Tell me when the water's warm enough for you.”

Why was Theodore so nice, all of a sudden? A moment ago he had killed an innocent girl, now he was a caring brother. Nonetheless, Cecil dipped his hand in the clear liquid. “It's fine.” The youth spun his legs around and slid in the water, allowing himself to relax for the first time in days, despite the guilt.

A soapy washcloth was brought to his chest, caressing the pale skin softly. Cecil wasn't used to have someone perform such simple tasks for him; he was about to snatch the washcloth from his brother when Theodore's hand landed on his right arm. “How did you...”

“You have to depend on others, let people spoil you every now and then. Just like I learned people depend on me. I wished I had learned that sooner.”

The younger man's eyes scanned his brother. What had he meant by that?

“I'll tell you in due time. Just relax.”

Cecil shook his head, scoffing. “It still doesn't explain how you can read my mind.”

Theodore's hand moved from his arm to his back, signaling him to sit straight up. He had to admit it did feel nice as the washcloth scrubbed his back.

Maybe – just maybe – he'd let his brother do what he wanted, for now.

~ To be continued... ~