Perfection

Perfection
Chapter 6 - Bonds

“I'm not hungry anymore, Kain...”

“Neither am I.” The blond man would have patted his own belly to prove his point, but Cecil was leaning on him. Instead, Kain ran his hand under Cecil's clothes, a satisfied grin growing on his face, still half-hidden by the helmet he wore whenever he was not in the bedroom. Judging by the amused moan he heard, Cecil was enjoying the touch.

The hand moved to his lover's crotch, rewarding Kain with another pleasured groan as Cecil's back arched. However, the younger man's head came in contact with the wing-like protuberances on Kain's shoulders. The magic came to an abrupt stop. Cecil's head spun around as he brought his left hand to rub it in an attempt to numb the pain.

“If we're going to get intimate, remove your armor, Kain. I don't mind it when I'm just sitting on you, but I highly doubt it's comfortable during sex.” Slightly annoyed, Cecil stood up, letting his blue eyes take a good glimpse of the dragoon getting undressed.

Kain shed his deep blue armor, putting as much as he could on the next chair. He let the chain mail fall on the floor in a loud rattle and stepped out of the pants, getting closer to Cecil in the process. Such a nice, athletic body... Once again he lifted the silky fabric in order to touch the youth's pale skin, making it slide over Cecil's shoulders. The shirt landed right behind him, and the pants came off almost right after – they were already loose,.

Now fully naked, the blond man brought his partner close to him, initiating a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the younger male's mouth. There was no battle for dominance – Cecil submitted right away, letting Kain take over.

Tired of standing up because of the lack of proper intimacy, Kain sat back on the chair and invited Cecil to straddle his lap again, pulling the man into another kiss. He wrapped his arms around Cecil's waist, letting his hands run up and down the smooth skin under his fingers. By now he was already hard, and the other noticed it.

Without warning, Cecil swung his leg over as if to stand up, but crouched in front of Kain instead and took the erection in his mouth. His blue orbs shot up, looking for approval; after all, it was the first time he found himself giving a blowjob – well, the first he was conscious for. To reassure him, Kain nodded and smiled, his left hand wandering within the silver hair, delicately establishing a faster pace by pressing on the back of his head.

Cecil understood quickly and picked up the speed, closing his eyes as to concentrate on the task at hand. Judging from his partner's moans, he was doing a good job indeed, and proceeded to take more of the length in his mouth.

Kain moaned as he kept running his hands through the silver hair, slowly thrusting in Cecil's mouth. He pressed more on the head, forcing more of his member into the warm mouth, which the other man had no problem taking. In fact, the paladin was now deep-throating Kain, whose eyes widened under the intense pleasure.

“Okay Cecil... stop.” With his left hand, the blond man pushed his friend's head away from him, enjoying the sight; Cecil's lips and chin were coated in his own saliva. He watched as Cecil got back up and took the chance to push the plates away. Then, he bent just a bit and picked up the smaller man's lightweight frame by the waist, bringing the two closer once again as Cecil's legs locked around his hips.

Only a short moment passed before the paladin wound up on the table, his lips covered by Kain's. He could also feel a hand around his own cock, and before he knew he was lying on the table with his ass sticking out. He quivered under the wet touch directed at his entrance.

This time, the preparations were minimal. Kain started off with two fingers, just like Theodore had done with him a few hours ago. Thankfully, Cecil dealt with pain quite well. He even impaled himself on the fingers. The blond added a third digit and kept playing around, leaving his best friend to establish a fast rhythm.

But after two or three minutes, Kain had enough, wanting some action as well. He removed the fingers and replaced them with his hardened member. Given the strength Cecil had put in his thrust just moments ago, he decided to go all-out right from the start, and was rewarded with a loud moan of satisfaction.

Ever since his first time at the lake, over a week ago, Cecil was finally spending some sexual, quality time with his lover. It was very different from the action he got with Theodore, and he had been drugged up before his last time with Kain. But now, completely awake and willing, it was a very good experience. He had wanted this to happen sooner, much sooner – he had felt the need to be taken by Kain ever since his first encounter with his brother. He had longed for the blond dragoon's touch, kisses, his member inside of him. Something to make him forget about his surroundings, his brother's rough ways, Rydia and Yang's deaths.

And now that he had it, he didn't want to let go. He didn't want to climax; only to have this moment last forever. It was too much to ask, of course, and Cecil was more of a realist anyways... but it couldn't hurt to dream every now and then. And it certainly didn't mean he would never be able to be with Kain again.

Kain leaned over, using his arms to support himself as he locked lips with Cecil once more, putting more and more strength in his thrusts. Hearing the silver-haired man moan in pleasure was quite fun, but he wanted to taste him again. His large hands roamed on the entire smaller frame beneath him, enjoying the sensations the hairless body provided.

Minutes passed, but the two men had no idea how long they had been at it. They were simply happy to be together again, sharing a quick break from everything that they hated from this place.

Kain knew he was getting close to his limits and pounded even harder, although he slowly lost control over his own body. He opened his eyes to find Cecil's body shaking by a powerful orgasm, mouth open wide; the youth's voice seemed distant as it echoed through the room.

And yet, Cecil didn't stop thrusting, determined to have Kain reach climax as well. However, he was losing stamina quickly, and in the end let the older man do most of the work. He grinned in satisfaction as he felt Kain's seeds spill within him, latching to his shoulders as the blond straightened up and let himself fall on the nearest chair. The dragoon barely felt his legs anymore. Even if Cecil wasn't heavy, the extra weight was clearly not helping.

Cecil took a good two minutes to recover, enough to be able to talk without panting so much, and finally lifted his head from Kain's shoulder. “Do you think we should clean up?” he asked, his hands going through his messy silver hair. Something had gotten stuck to it; rice.

“Nah, it's okay. Out of all the times I've been here with your brother, we never had to clean up after ourselves. He has servants for a reason...” Kain reassured, kissing his lover's jaw and neck.

“In this case, I'm the one who'll take the opportunity to get clean. I need a shower.” Cecil took more grains of rice from his hair. With shampoo, it would be much easier.

The older man waited a few seconds before getting up, carrying Cecil as he exited the dining room. Not even halfway to the bedroom, the paladin began squirming in his arms. “I really need exercise, I want to walk on my own, Kain.” With another quick kiss, Kain obeyed and helped his partner to the ground, keeping close to him still.

~

The bathroom was Cecil's first stop. He picked up a clean washcloth and towel before hopping in the shower, setting the water to a temperature cold enough to be refreshing, but not enough to numb his body. With a comfortable sigh, he closed his eyes and rested his back on the wall.

Kain, leaning on the doorframe, poked his head inside the room, slightly disappointed that Cecil had drawn the shower curtains. Of course it was to prevent water from spilling on the floor, but the dragoon would have been more than happy to catch a glimpse of his friend's body. “You need anything?” he asked, expecting Cecil to tell him to join him.

“I'm fine, thanks Kain,” Cecil replied, grabbing the vial of shampoo and applying it to his wet, silver hair. With another sigh, he rinsed the foam and stretched under the water, then picked up the washcloth and the soap.

The paladin was barely done washing his upper body when he heard the doors open again. “I told you I'm fine, Kain...” he said, smiling to himself. He appreciated his lover's devotion, but didn't want to be a burden. “I'll be out in five minutes or so.”

No response.

Cecil shrugged and moved to his legs. Kain was a normally quiet being, and no doubt he wanted more sex. For all he knew, Kain was probably masturbating. The man seemed to have quite the libido... and Cecil wouldn't say no to a second serving if it came to it. They'd probably crash for a few hours after, but it'd be worth it.

Busy washing his left leg, lustful thoughts running through his head, Cecil didn't notice the shadow over him right away. And when he did, it was too late.

A powerful, muscled arm grabbed him by the waist and spun him around roughly, then slammed him on the wall. Cecil let a loud groan out as his back hit the wall, the pain immobilizing him for a few seconds. During this small window, his assailant lifted him up and slammed him on the wall a second time, pressing his massive body against Cecil's.

“Theodo-...” The other man's lips covered his own, silencing him. Cecil tried to free himself from the embrace, but soon realized he was no match against his older brother. The arm supporting his lightweight frame withdrew for a second; blue eyes widened and Cecil clung to Theodore's shoulders despite his slippery skin.

Since Cecil had already been prepared not too long ago, Theodore didn't waste time and plunged in right away. Even if it wasn't the case, he'd have done it anyways. The brown-haired mage grinned as he thrust in his brother, enjoying the control he had over Cecil. Theodore held him close, his free hand roaming the smaller body.

This time, there was something different. Cecil barely fought back. Of course he was in a bad position to do so; however, such situations had never prevented him from doing so. And when Theodore kissed him again, he met no resistance. He even felt the youth moan through the kiss. To add to it all, Cecil was hard... again. To Theodore, it was quite strange. Maybe Cecil was getting used to it, just the way Kain had.

But Theodore still had the upper hand, and that's what he wanted the most. It was his escape from the control he had been under for so long – and still was, at a level past sexual dominance.

The mage broke from the kiss and set his purple eyes on his brother, a lustful smirk drawn on his lips. “You're enjoying this, aren't you, Cecil?”

That was one question Cecil did not want to reply to. His body was already speaking for him, and deep inside, he was ashamed of his reaction. His breathing was fast and deep, he didn't want to let go of his brother, and tried his best to keep quiet. If he moaned too much, Theodore would understand he took pleasure in being fucked so hard.

“Your eyes do not lie, brother,” Theodore added, pushing with more strength, making Cecil shiver with delight. “And neither does your mind and the rest of your body. You can give in. You're far away from those who care about such things.”

Cecil had to admit he was right, yet he wouldn't be able to face Kain if he let his own brother have his way with him. And yet he didn't want to fight back. Focusing too much on his emotions got the best out of him, and he let out a short moan of arousal, which was picked up right away. He felt the mass inside him pound the right spot, over and over again.

“Kain won't mind.”

Minutes passed like seconds. Both men had lost track of time. Cecil tightened his grip on his older brother's shoulders even though he was sandwiched between Theodore's massive body and the wall. A strong hand moved to prevent him from hurting himself on the wall, while the other still supported him without much effort.

Theodore was the first one to reach climax. Cecil felt the liquid gush inside him, as the brown-haired man brought him into another kiss. For the first time, he returned the kiss, even if it was not as passionate, considering Theodore was his brother, a fact he could not ignore. And yet a part of him didn't care about it anymore; this very part was creeping in the back of his mind, and took over slowly.

Cecil finally reached orgasm, resting his head on the broad shoulder in front of him. Despite his body shaking under the climax, he barely felt his own seed on his skin, the water still running. By now, the paladin was completely soaked, and the tip of his fingers were too wrinkly for his tastes. To top it off, he was getting fairly cold.

Without saying a word, Theodore carefully put Cecil back to his feet, staying close in case the youth would need support. However, Cecil didn't seem to need his help, and he exited the room, walking on the metal floor with extra care. He didn't want to slip and fall.

The silver-haired man quickly finished his shower, washing off the thick, white liquid on his stomach. A wave of loneliness came to him, but the young man quickly brushed it off. He'd go find Kain; he needed to be honest with him. He grabbed the white towel and dried his hair before the rest of his body, as he shivered under the cold air.

Now dry, Cecil stepped back into the bedroom. Kain was fast asleep under the white sheets, the sight making Cecil smile. The paladin walked to the bed on the tip of his toes and slid under the sheets as well, molding his body to his lover's. He was sleepy as well, but once more, his brain refused to let him rest.

How would he open up to Kain, and what could he expect from the blond?

~

“Hmmm...? Mmmm... mmmhmm...!” Kain opened his eyes and groaned, unable to roll on his stomach to sprawl on the comfortable bed. Something was blocking him – or someone, rather. He wrapped his arms around the small frame and kissed Cecil on the forehead, who tensed ever so slightly. He could tell something was wrong. After all, he had known Cecil for such a long time. “Everything okay?”

For a moment, the silver-haired man kept quiet. How was he supposed to tell Kain that he liked being fucked by his brother, out of everyone in this damned world?

“Cecil?”

Blue eyes opened as he heard his name. “I'm fine.”

Kain frowned. “Cecil, I know you better than that. Something's bugging you, and I'll figure it out. You know it. So just spit it out already, will save us both some time.”

“I'm fine,” the younger male replied, rolling his eyes. “Don't worry about me.”

A sigh escaped from Kain's lips, as he propped himself on one arm, scanning the body beneath him. A nice view, he had to admit. “I'm not buying it. When you give me that 'everything's fine' act, it's not fine.”

Cecil sighed as well; Kain was right. And he hated how he was always right about such things. “Kain... I... Earlier I was with Theodore. In the shower. And I enjoyed it.” He lowered his blue eyes to the sheets, drawing imaginary circles on the fabric with his finger.

“I like sex with your brother too. So?” The blond shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with it.

“He's my brother, Kain. We've always been taught it was... wrong.” This time it was Cecil who frowned.

“It's just sex. And it's not like one of you is gonna get pregnant. You looks feminine, but it stops there...” Kain received a death glare coming from Cecil, who was getting tired of references to his petite frame and effeminate facial features. “Don't worry about it, Cecil. I'm not going to hate you because you like being fucked by your big brother.” A grin formed on his face as he spoke up again. “If it can make you feel better, it kinda turns me on.”

With a sigh of disbelief, Cecil playfully punched his friend in the shoulder. At least Kain's reaction had reassured him.

Theodore had been right.

~ To be continued... ~