Word February 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 11.Mar.2011

Summary: 25 February 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

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

Author Notes: prestidigitation, noun;

1. Skill in or performance of tricks; sleight of hand.

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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Although they'd all three of them been in this neatly defined relationship for a bit over two years, and although Cecil liked the idea of becoming intimate with the dragoon and Kain seemed to feel the same, they'd never slept together. It had been years since the paladin had even seen his best friend naked, and that had been during a bath after a particularly brutal day of training when they were thirteen and fourteen respectively. Normally, intimacy was between Kain and Rosa or Cecil and Rosa, and the other male was not present in the room at the time. But they'd decided that today was the day that they were going to be intimate with each other, Kain and Cecil, and after they were comfortable with that they would see about becoming intimate, all three of them at once.

So Kain had come to the royal bedchamber, intending to follow through with their plan, and Cecil had met him standing near the bed and everything had begun rather smoothly. Kain held him kind of like Cecil held Rosa, but the younger man figured that it was easier on the blonde since he was the taller between them and that was one of the reasons that Cecil held Rosa the way he did. They had shared kisses before, but the dragoon was being a lot more domineering this time and the smaller knight wasn't entirely certain that he liked it, mostly because he wasn't sure of how this was all supposed to work and he hated feeling helpless over any situation. To feel like he still held some measure of control, Cecil began disrobing the larger male as his mouth was all but taken hostage, and Kain didn't resist. In turn, the paladin allowed the blonde to do the same, and they were both bare chested soon enough. It was different, having to lean up instead of down, and holding a body that wasn't soft and curvy but defined and angular. Still, it wasn't bad, and Cecil did love Kain, after all.

With as deep of a breath as he could manage with the dragoon's tongue in his mouth, the paladin brought his hands down to unlace Kain's trousers. The blonde kind of purred into his mouth, and that wasn't what he'd expected, wasn't how Rosa reacted at all, but it was still kind of nice all the same. Without breaking their mouths apart, they managed to work the pants completely from Kain's body and then did the same with Cecil's trousers, leaving them both bare. Kain immediately started groping and fondling the paladin's backside, and Cecil scowled for a split second when it occurred to him that, although neither one of them was female, the larger man still wanted to treat this instance in the same manner regardless. Being a man, the paladin could understand the thought: more pleasure could be found when inside of another body. So, fine, Kain could stick Cecil with his spear, but Cecil was going to do the same in return. He'd even be generous and allow the dragoon to take his pleasure first this time.

The younger man reached down between them to start the process so he could get to the part that he liked and promptly got scared out of his mind. Hastily shoving the larger body away and all but falling down as he stumbled backward, Cecil aimed to put as much distance between them as possible.

“NO!”

It was one thing to be speared for another man's pleasure, but it was entirely different to be gored. The dragoon was- was a dragon. That was a monster and Cecil may dearly love Kain but there was no way in the heavens or the earth that he would let the man break his pelvis to fit that.

With a furrowed brow, Kain took a step forward and reached his hand out toward the younger man.

“Cecil-”

Fearing for his continued health, the paladin fumbled to the other side of the bed just to keep something between the two of them.

“You keep that thing away from me!”

Wincing, the blonde held his hands up even as he began to circle the bed.

“Calm down!”

Cecil launched back behind the desk, ignoring how he banged his hip against the chair in the process, and made certain that he kept the dragoon within his line of sight.

“Stay back, Kain. I mean it!”

The dragoon paused his steps, still keeping his hands up in an assuaging manner, and the younger knight was dimly aware of the fact that his best friend was smirking at him.

“And how do you expect us to continue if we aren't anywhere near one another?”

Affronted, Cecil scowled and pointed a shaking finger at the blonde.

“We very well won't be if you continue to think that your behavior is acceptable.”

“What is so wrong?”

The paladin couldn't believe that Kain could somehow not know what was wrong, but he clarified anyway.

“What is- are you mad? That thing could break a man in half!”

After a brief pause that was barely long enough for a breath, Cecil came to a startling realization and dropped his arm, leaning heavily against the desk and looking aghast.

“...How is Rosa even still alive with you nearby? Has she just been healing herself after evenings with you?”

For a moment the larger knight blinked blankly before a slight pink tinge glossed over his cheeks even as he stood a little straighter with a broad grin on his face.

“I do not hurt her, and I can prove that to you if you'll let me.”

Emerald eyes sharpened as the dragoon took a step forward, but Cecil held his ground as the knight slowly made his way around the obstacles to the paladin's side, both hands up in front of himself the entire time. Once the older man reached him, Cecil lowered his gaze to track the arms that settled around him from behind. Kain did nothing more, and the younger man relaxed a fraction when it became clear that nothing more was going to happen in this instant.

“..Come to bed?”

Although it sounded like a question, the dragoon was already guiding him before he finished speaking, and Cecil stiffly allowed himself to be guided onto the bed and maneuvered up toward the head by the older man's hands and body. Briefly, the paladin thought he might wish to take his pleasure first, because he surely wouldn't be feeling up for movement after his beloved satisfied himself. Kain shifted to the nightstand and fished out the flask of oil, a thing that Cecil now thought he might understand the purpose of, before coming back to where the younger man was sitting on the bed. Setting the stopped flask aside, the blonde leaned in to kiss him and Cecil allowed it, although he wasn't precisely comfortable with being pushed onto his back so that the dragoon might settle between his thighs. His legs trembled in their splayed position, but Cecil breathed deeply and told himself that he was a knight, he was a king, and he was stronger than this. To be terrified of his dearly beloved was not only pathetic but also disheartening. Kain wouldn't deliberately hurt him. Not on purpose, maybe, but the serpent between his legs was another matter entirely.

Jerking his head to the side, Cecil squeezed his eyes shut and told himself that he wasn't giving up, but a strategic retreat was necessary.

“I can't- I can't do this.”

There was a soft sigh, a puff of air against the side of his face, but the larger man continued to press against him, to confine the paladin under his muscular frame.

“Cecil...”

Shaking his head without opening his eyes to look at the blonde, Cecil shifted to prepare to buck Kain off of him if it proved necessary.

“No, you- you're huge.”

Kain nuzzled against his cheek with a lecherous grin on his lips, pressing a few chaste kisses to powder white skin.

“You flatter me.”

Although Cecil wrenched his hips up, the maneuver gained him nothing. The dragoon, it seemed, had predicted that possibility, and the press of his pelvis bearing down on Cecil's was enough to render the king's force almost completely null.

“You'll gore me.”

Feeling slight panic in his trapped state, the paladin opened his eyes and reached up to clasp his hands over Kain's shoulders for aid in detangling himself from the larger knight.

“Calm down. You'll enjoy this.”

Kain was doing something with his hands that Cecil couldn't see, and the paladin had the most unpleasant vision of his innards rupturing violently at the first thrust.

“I hurt just thinking about it.”

Chocolate eyes caught emeralds in a surprisingly stern gaze before the blonde leaned down, bumping their noses in the process.

“Hush.”

With a bright blush and a surprised gasp, Cecil dug his fingers into Kain's shoulders and tensed all over as the blonde's fingers pressed against his nether mouth hard enough for the tips to sink in.

“W-warn me before you do such things.”

Kain grunted in acknowledgement, although Cecil couldn't be positive that he was agreeing to the command or not, and the oiled digits sunk in to the first knuckle without waiting. It didn't precisely hurt, but it wasn't comfortable and the paladin's first reaction was to jerk his hips away.

“Ow-! I'm not a woman, you brute! Slow down!”

The dragoon didn't appear the least bit apologetic, rolling his eyes before descending to capture the paladin's lips and undoubtedly silence him. With an inaudible mumble of “jerk,” Cecil forcibly relaxed his fingers and commanded his muscles to uncoil. Kain was at least better about waiting until he wasn't as tense, and then proceeded to toy with the tender flesh, earning a mixture of sharp gasps and stifled hisses as his digits stretched the skin wide. It took some minutes for the dragoon to remove his long fingers, and Cecil shifted in mild discomfort as he felt the distinct sensation of being rather loose without the fingers in his body's way.

Kain proceeded to positively molest his mouth, and Cecil was distracted twice over by the oiled hand that wrapped around his manhood and pumped at a steady pace. After an indeterminate amount of time, the dragoon eventually leaned back, and the smaller knight whined as the hand slid from his sword, but his instinctive want to raise his hips into the contact was all but thwarted entirely by the spear completely embedded in his insides. Cecil was utterly stymied by this revelation, made worse by the fact that he felt stuffed to overfull and yet he'd clearly not consciously acknowledged that it was happening. It had to have been some kind of witchcraft, some form of trickery.

Then the older man shifted his hips and began to move, rutting into him in a languid, steady pace, and the paladin shuddered and groaned in surprised pleasure. Kain had to know some kind of sorcery. Had to. That serpent between his legs could not have fit by any other means, much less filled the paladin with such obscene ecstasy. Cecil hadn't even been aware of his vocal range until he'd hit a high note when Kain had shifted just right, and then it was a losing battle for his coherency. Everything was awash in a haze of intense bliss so thick that the younger knight wondered if he might drown in it, yet couldn't bring himself to care that he might. He didn't even care that Kain shoved his legs so far apart that it stung just a little, because the pain wasn't a distraction from the suffocating pleasure that coiled around him and squeezed.

The dragoon growled low in his throat at some point well into the midst of their passion, like one of the castle mastiffs, and one hand fisted into moon-tone strands from behind to yank his head back and expose the line of his throat, and Cecil groaned but he really didn't care that it had hurt. Kain snarled and bit down on the side of his throat, possibly hard enough to break the skin with how it stung, while the force and piston of his hips picked up strength and speed. Cecil clawed wildly at the dragoon's back, digging his nails in and startling himself with the volume of his bliss-filled scream. He most certainly wasn't going to survive this, and that was a shame, but there couldn't possibly be a better way to go.

By the time Kain began groaning, Cecil was moaning with every exhale and his sword was hard as stone mashed between their bodies as it was. The paladin wasn't positive of when his own seed splattered across their stomachs, but it wasn't much longer before the dragoon roared and drained his essence inside of the smaller knight's body. The liquid heat seared him and Cecil cried out, desperate for just a little more regardless of being spent already, when the blonde began to falter in his thrusts.

“N-no! Don't stop!”

Kain groaned lowly, but picked up speed again, and Cecil arched beneath him with an ecstatic cry as his body reached such an intense peak that he could no longer feel his extremities and he wilted back to the bed beneath him. Soaked in all manner of bodily fluids, Cecil shivered as his beloved eased that monstrous spear from his insides but could do nothing more than try to catch his breath. Now he felt loose and empty, and the back of his head stung where Kain had grabbed his hair and the side of his neck was sore where Kain had bit him and the paladin couldn't help but think that the blonde had a beastly bedside manner.

“Still think it's bad?”

It was perfectly clear that Cecil had enjoyed all that he had just been subjected to, immensely in fact, and the paladin scowled at the way the dragoon was making fun of him, but he had no illusions that he looked anything short of utterly debauched and satisfied.

“..Jerk.”

It didn't matter what tricks Kain had employed, so long as he kept using them.