Word September 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 5.Jun.2011

Summary: 06 September 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

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

Author Notes: moiety, noun;

1. One of two equal parts; a half.

2. An indefinite part; a small portion or share.

3. One of two basic tribal subdivisions.

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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Kain had known for a good majority of his life that he'd never really get a lot out of intimacy. His family was descended from dragons, had a unique relationship with them because of that, but such privilege and honor had its less desirable traits as well. Highwind men were all built lean and long, with strength coiling inside of them far exceeding the apparent thickness of their muscles. They were taller than others, angular and refined, and it was a family trait to have eyes so deep brown that they were nearly black, much like their dragon companions. However, Highwind men also bore the unfortunate burden of a completely unwieldy spear between their legs. Not even courtesans had the courage to flirt with a fully grown Highwind, and women who were willing to take on such extreme discomfort were few and far between. It may have been an honor to be a member of the Highwind clan, but prestige was not the best motivator to women who had no interest in being otherwise uncomfortable in life. With twenty one years to his name, Kain had never lain with another; no woman would have him. Some part of him wished that he'd been born to another clan, if only so that he might not be looked upon as a man both revered and feared.

Of course, all told, Rosa and Cecil accepted him. Perhaps not totally, but they clearly loved him and enjoyed his presence. He'd never been deeply intimate with them, nothing beyond chaste touches and the occasional kiss, but then again he'd seen the wide-eyed looks he'd received the first time they'd all three slept in the same bed together naked. His king and queen held the same fear of him that everyone else held, but they simply hid it more thoroughly. Kain had come to accept the fact that he would probably only sleep with a woman once in his entire life, only to have a child, and any other time he felt any urges he would simply have to fall back on his old standby and make use of his hands. He wouldn't force himself on another, and especially not Rosa, even though she seemed willing to offer him the chance of a son. His child would be illegitimate, possibly the blood of a prostitute if need be, solely because he preferred the company of his newly ascended king and queen so he would never seek to marry another, and could not bear the thought of hurting them for his own gains. The blonde knight intended to make do with his lot in life, whatever it happened to be. Even if he did live an entirely celibate life.

And now here he was, returning to the royal bed chamber after one last check in with the evening guards, his gaze falling upon his naked king and queen, and Kain felt his manhood stiffen under his armor. The picture presented to him was a definite treat, regardless of how little of Rosa's body he could see from her position behind Cecil, leaned against the head of the bed and acting as a brace. The paladin was blushing and panting and had a little dribble of drool running down his chin and neck from between parted blue lips, his hands balling the sheets on either side of his hips as his back curled against the younger blonde behind him. Both milky legs were spread wide, feet planted firmly into the mattress with knees pointing toward the ceiling, and his manhood was half stiff where it lied against his abdomen, leaving his bluish nether mouth wholly exposed to the dragoon. Rosa's arms threaded under her husband's legs, hooking around to allow her hands free access to the tender flesh at his groin, and she was making good use of the privilege. Kain didn't know for how long she had been doing this, seeing only the mouth-watering result. Two fingers from either hand were sunk into that puckered ring, scissored open and stretching the flesh apart. Cecil was spread so wide open that Kain could even answer a question he'd never really considered before, and the answer was a hearty yes. The question being whether or not Cecil's odd bluish coloring extended to his insides.

His codpiece was going to kill him if he didn't get it off soon, and the dragoon had to fight with his armor to free himself, unwilling to remove his gaze from the temptation of flesh before him. He didn't honestly expect to be invited to participate, but he would certainly enjoy the view for as long as he was able. Irritatingly, his trousers were just as much in his way as his codpiece; the blonde had no way to remove them without taking the rest of his armor off first. For the first time in his entire life, Kain damned his plate mail for how much of his body was covered.

“Take your time, Kain.”

Rosa's voice was husky, low and sultry as her fingers flexed, earning a breathy gasp from the paladin in her arms. She was inviting him to join them, to touch them, to do things that the older man had never done before. The dragoon had to look away, no matter how much he loathed to, just so that he could undo the buckles and straps to free himself from the confines of his armor. Cecil whimpered on the bed, and Rosa kissed his temple and hushed him while Kain barked a furious curse at his greeves. He chanced a glance at the bed again once his lower half was free of armor and regretted it immediately, because Rosa was flexing and relaxing her fingers inside of the younger knight and Cecil's bliss-stricken expression alone was enough to send a man straight to ecstasy. If it weren't for the fact that his armor had spines, Kain wouldn't have bothered to remove the rest of it for how badly he wanted to touch what was directly in front of him. It was surely the worst form of torture known to man, being so close to something so wholly desired and yet being incapable of touching it. Kain was certain that he had broken at least one of the buckles to his chest plate out of sheer frustration.

When he was finally free of all of his armor, the dragoon yanked his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor with his armor without looking, guided by his loins to get closer to the bed. His pants were quick to come off, and he barely remembered to remove his stockings as well before he scrambled onto the bed and hurried to where his lovers rested, his eyes locked on the tender flesh left open to him.

“We wanted to give you something you'd enjoy. Go ahead. He's thoroughly prepared.”

Cecil shivered as her fingers pulled him just a little bit wider, his head dropping forward and allowing more saliva to trickle from his panting lips. Kain couldn't have resisted even if he'd wanted to, taking a firm hold of his own spear and guiding it to that tender opening. He started slow, already flushed as the head of his manhood was swallowed up inside of the slick heat of the younger knight's nether mouth. His stiff spear nudged against Rosa's fingers as the dragoon slowly sunk into depths that felt as hot as the flames of a fire, and the added stimulation of her knuckles against his manhood rankled his coherency. He'd only heard that this sort of thing felt good; his first experience, however, was far beyond anything he could have imagined. Barely more than the head of his spear had pierced tender skin and already Kain was beside himself.

He couldn't concentrate properly, and had to make himself take the smaller man in short jerks rather than a smooth motion. Although he whimpered, Cecil was clearly no worse for the wear when Kain groaned huskily and released his seed, still only half inside of the paladin's body. It was far too perfect within the clutch of the smaller knight's soft inner passage, far too hot and slick and tight, grasping at Kain's spear with such desperation that the dragoon could not restrain himself. Panting in the aftermath of his first release without the use of his own hands, chocolate eyes stared at the mouth that continued to grip him even as his manhood softened. As terribly embarrassing as his performance was, the dragoon thought he should be forgiven for getting ahead of himself. This was his first time. He needed practice to do better.

Rosa shifted, drawing Kain's gaze, and the dragoon flushed in shame as she smiled kindly at him.

“Do you need time? Cecil can wait.”

Horror entered emerald eyes as the man between them gasped, his insides tightening around the older blonde's flaccid spear and bringing to light the fact that Kain's manhood was incredibly sensitive just then.

“N-no-!”

His first coherent word, and it had to be something that would make the dragoon feel like a heel. But Cecil wanted him, wanted him to continue in deeper, wanted the blonde's spear to fill his insides wholly, and Kain desperately wanted to fulfill that wish. Pushing aside his own sensitivity, the dragoon nudged himself inside of the paladin, and, in spite of the tears that formed in his eyes, did not stop until his groin was snugly locked with Cecil's, like two pieces of a puzzle. Rosa sighed, making some under her breath comment about “men” before she slipped her fingers from their position stretching the smaller man's nether mouth, earning a shuddering gasp from both knights. Kain didn't get the chance to ask her what she was going to do, because her hands immediately went to Cecil's abdomen and began to knead against him, and both men groaned loudly at that. The dragoon could feel her touch against his sensitive spear, could feel her and knew that she felt him for how she rubbed into him so deliberately through the paladin's loins.

Cecil was clearly beside himself, moaning so wantonly as his manhood strained in the air and milky beads formed at the tip. Kain had more than enough experience touching himself to know how to handle that, and he took a moment to swipe his thumb over the smooth head, collecting the seed on the pad of his finger before bringing it to his lips. Hazy emerald eyes tracked the movement, right up to the point that Kain licked his thumb, before the younger knight flushed and dropped his head with a weak moan. Cecil tasted a little bit sweet, not at all like what the dragoon knew he tasted like from an episode of uninhibited curiosity several years ago. Wrapping his hand properly around the paladin's manhood, Kain began stroking him fluidly. It wasn't the angle he was used to, and he only needed one hand to do it, but he knew what he personally enjoyed and he could adjust.

He must have been doing a decent job, at least, because Cecil quickly began to rock into his touch. Kain focused on the gasping moans instead of how his spear twinged inside of the scorching heat of the younger knight's body, focused on giving pleasure to his king, on touching another person intimately, and found heady satisfaction in the way that Cecil finally convulsed with a loud cry, his manhood weeping within Kain's grasp. Bringing his hand up to his lips after the paladin had finished, the older blonde licked up the seed readily. The honeyed flavoring was worth savoring, and the dragoon decided that he could easily become addicted to Cecil's taste.

It came as a bit of a surprise to Kain that he was hard as stone again when he shifted his hips, and Cecil gurgled in response to the movement, still wholly ensconced in ecstasy. Rosa was still kneading into him, still fondling his length through the paladin's stomach, and she was flushed and breathing heavily as she watched him. Kain froze in his position, eyes wide and tongue still poised in lapping up Cecil's essence from his fingers. The white mage shook her head, stroking down his entire length where it was trapped inside of the paladin's clutching passage.

“No, keep going. He can take it.”

As much as the dragoon wanted to know how Rosa could know that, Kain doubted that any answer would keep him from losing his mind to lust. As it was, he was having trouble not releasing again immediately, but he was determined to last this time. Turning his focus on Cecil, Kain felt his loins tighten at the sight of the paladin's lewd expression. The younger knight liked this, being ridden after spilling his seed, and Kain made a bold note in his mind about it for future reference. There was no possible way that he would stay chaste anymore, not after this experience and especially not when it was so obvious that his young king was reaching obscene levels of bliss with the dragoon so wholly embedded inside of him.

Kain was startled from his focused trance when the hot tunnel he rocked inside of suddenly clenched down to an almost painful degree before rippling like the waters in a disturbed pond while the younger knight moaned loudly. The ripples felt divine against him, a glorious massage against his whole spear, and Kain's lost concentration became his downfall; with a shout, he emptied himself into the passage confining him. This... this had definitely been worth the wait, and a part of him – a rather rapidly growing part of him – decided that being a Highwind was perfectly satisfying. A man simply had to find the correct lovers.