Perfection

Author's Notes: My apologies for the long delay between the previous chapter and this one. I've been distracted by plot bunnies, which I'm also working on ^^;;. Anyways, next chapter should come up faster than this one. Constructive criticism and reviews welcome!

Perfection
Chapter 07 - Damned

Once again, Kain and Cecil sat at the dining room's table, eyes set on the various food. Eggs, salads, fish, rice, wheat cereals, fresh fruits and various meat products decorated it. Cecil had settled for pork sausages and eggs, few pieces of bread, a big bowl of cereal filled with strawberries, and slices of watermelon. Quite a big rather big meal for such a small man. Kain, on the other hand, preferred waffles and milk. An almost caricatured pile of it too. Every now and then, Kain would chuckle as he'd lay his blue-gray eyes on Cecil, as the younger man was eating the sausages.

“You're a fucking tease, Cecil, and you know it.”

“Hmmm? Mmmno...” The silver-haired man swallowed, making Kain grin even more. “Just eating... what are you thinking about?”

Kain shifted on his chair, suddenly uneasy. “What do you think? Damn I'm gonna get hard again. So if you want another sausage... don't be shy and get on your knees.”

Cecil chuckled too and looked straight in Kain's eyes, bringing another sausage to his lips. “We'll see about other treats after breakfast,” he stated, taking a large bite. He smiled, seeing how Kain flinched. “Don't worry, I won't bite next time I give you a blowjob.”

“I fucking hope not...” The thought of Cecil kneeling in front of him again, his head bobbing back and forth as he sucked him off, that they'd end up making love again on the table... “Cecil, do you have to be so suggestive right now?” If he didn't control himself, he'd take Cecil on the spot again.

The paladin looked at Kain with a slightly dumbfounded, innocent expression.

“Don't pretend to be so damn naive, Cecil,” Kain warned, watching as the other man looked away in annoyance. After all, maybe he wasn't pretending.

“I'm not doing anything Kain-...” Cecil paused, his blue eyes set past Kain – something had grabbed his attention.

The door behind Kain slid open; the blond turned his head around slowly, brows quirked. His eyes followed the massive frame walking into the room and settling down on a chair, to his left. Theodore's black armor contrasted with the metallic white room, while Cecil's pale skin seemed to blend in too much. Stunned by the contrast, Kain blinked several times and focused back on his meal.

“I've opened the library for both of you, if you wish to have a look after your breakfast.”

Even if he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea, Kain approved. It would provide him a distraction other than Cecil – the silver-haired man was by far the best distraction he ever had, but he figured Cecil could use a bit of a rest.

Cecil delicately put his fork down and smiled at his brother. “Thank you, Theodore.” He had never much been into books either, yet it was definitively better than sleeping all day long.

~

The smell of paper and ink filled the air as Kain and Cecil made their way into the library; it was a smell both warriors were not used to, having spent most of their lives on the training grounds and the open air. Cecil's blue eyes scanned the room, which was smaller than he had expected. However, he couldn't deny there was an impressive amount of knowledge on these shelves.

Kain was less impressed. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Cecil get on his toes to read the title of the books on the upper shelf, about two meters away from Kain. Cecil scanned the shelf quickly; the blond man assumed he was searching for a specific topic. The perfect moment to get a good look at his friend's firm buttocks...

Now that was an impressive sight. How long would it take Cecil to realize he was being looked over?

Kain's blue-gray eyes followed Cecil's light frame as he moved, a smirk spreading across his face. Arms still crossed over his chest, he made a few steps towards the younger man, determined to keep watching his every move. There was some sort of childish innocence in the way Cecil looked around the library, picking books up and flipping through the pages quickly before putting them back on the shelves.

After what seemed an eternity – much to Kain's dismay, no more eye-candy – Cecil finally settled for a book and sat in one of the leather armchairs. He barely paid attention to the dragoon as he opened the book, skipping the first few pages of it.

Slowly, Kain approached the leather chair from the back. His large hands darted for the shoulders below him, fingers pressing the fabric and the pale flesh under it in a gentle massage. The dragoon smiled as he felt Cecil relax under his touch, crossing his legs leisurely.

Soon, Cecil was unable to focus on the book and put it back down on his lap, a satisfied smile growing on his face. He let his head fall to the back of the chair as a moan escaped his lips, losing himself in the moment. The younger man barely noticed as Kain tugged on his shirt from above, and lazily lifted his arms once he caught on. The shirt fell to the floor and the hands went back on Cecil's shoulders, resuming the massage.

Feeling Cecil was on the verge of falling asleep, Kain removed his hands from the pale flesh and moved to the front. Cecil's whiny groan was put to an end when the blond man bent over the chair and brought him into a deep kiss.

It didn't stop there. Kain took a moment to shed his pants and climbed on the chair, straddling Cecil's lap before getting to his knees and eventually standing up on the chair, crouching until his crotch was at the same level as his partner's mouth.

There was no need for Kain to say anything; Cecil parted his lips and let the blond man push inside, fighting off the gag reflex as best as he could when the mass reached his throat. Kain wasn't going to be gentle, but Cecil was expecting it. Theodore wasn't the only one who enjoyed control.

Kain backed a few inches away in order to let Cecil suck him off. He enjoyed the sight of the younger man bobbing his head back and forth, blue eyes focused on the member in front of him. It was tempting to ram in his throat right away, oh so tempting... but Cecil looked so adorable. So for a short time, he let his mind wander, moaning softly while Cecil ran his tongue over his shaft.

Unable to wait anymore, Kain grabbed hold of the thick silver mane below him, holding Cecil's head in place. He resumed his thrusts, trying to suppress the urge of shoving his meat down the other man's throat. The dragoon grinned as he felt Cecil squirm under him, his muffled groans encouraging him to pick up the pace. He only stopped when Cecil hit him repeatedly behind the legs, apparently having trouble breathing. Kain reluctantly pulled away and went back to straddling his heavily panting partner, kissing him apologetically.

Once the silver-haired man's breathing was back to normal, Kain got off the chair and helped Cecil to his feet with his right hand, his left fingers in his own mouth. After motioning Cecil to turn around, Kain's right hand took off for his own erection, giving a few quick tugs at it. He started at his lover, who was now leaning on the chair's arm, expecting Kain to plunge in his ass right away. Instead, the blond man inserted two fingers, pumping in and out as fast as he could. Kain leaned on the pale back for a moment, enjoying the smooth skin rubbing against his chest as Cecil impaled himself on the fingers, and taking his chance to gently nibble on his earlobe.

Cecil winced, his back arching as the older man penetrated him without warning. He had been right – Kain wasn't being gentle right now... and strangely enough, it turned him on even more. He closed his blue eyes, focusing on the pleasure Kain brought him instead of the discomfort of being taken so fast. Disappointment took over as his partner stood upright, using his right hand to stabilize Cecil's smaller frame as he rammed with all his might. His free hand wandered on the youth's chest and abdomen, caressing the pale, milky skin. Eventually the hand came down to Cecil's hardened member, making his back arch once more.

Kain moved his right hand up to Cecil's chest, forcing their bodies to meet again. Cecil turned his head as far as he could, desperately trying to reach his lover's lips. The other male complied, locking his lips with Cecil's in a rough, heated kiss, demanding complete dominance. Kain's arms were suddenly covered with the silver-haired paladin's slender limbs, clinging firmly to him, urging him to thrust faster and harder by bucking against his crotch.

Eyes shut, Cecil leaned on the dragoon, directing one of Kain's hand to his erection. Unfortunately, he was unable to stay in this position for a long time, and had to lean on the armchair to prevent falling to his knees. Cecil moaned loudly as every thrust landed right on spot, his breath becoming faster as the minutes passed.

As Cecil was now bent over, Kain's hands went over his ass, stroking the pale, smooth flesh with his fingers, before going to the sides. He jerked his head backwards in pleasure, each push bringing him closer to climax. He did not relent, even when Cecil's muscles contracted as he came on the leather below him, feeling the efforts he now made to remain in his position. It took Kain a few more minutes to shoot his load deep inside his partner, and crashed in the other chair almost right after.

Exhausted, neither men had heard the door sliding, nor the footsteps of the beings spying on them. It was only once their heavy panting stopped that they could hear the muffled cries and sobs.

Cecil's heart sank as he turned his head toward the noises. Lips parted, the man's blue eyes stared at the open door. His body refused to move as he assessed the figures; Theodore's massive, muscular body, his large hand clasped around a tiny woman's lower face, preventing her from screaming. With a loud sigh, Cecil let his head hit the back of the chair, closing his eyes shut, as if in pain.

Rosa. Theodore had caught Rosa.

“Why... why did you bring her here?” Cecil's strained voice echoed in the library, his eyes remaining closed, unable to look at her.

“She insisted on seeing how the both of you were faring. I simply fulfilled her request.” Theodore paused for a second, and gently pushed on Rosa's shoulder to get her to move – but she didn't budge. “We'll be waiting on the top floor.”

Kain was the first to get up, barely bothered by the blond woman's gaze following his every move. Since they had literally been caught in the act, he didn't see any use in hiding his feelings for Cecil, and casually walked to his chair to run a hand in the other man's sliver hair, delicately kissing the forehead below him. “Let's get dressed, shall we?”

~

All this time, she had been in love with Cecil. She had simply thought the paladin was oblivious, and yet every single attempt at getting closer to him failed – a close, deep friendship seemed to suit him.

With what she had witnessed, Rosa had definitively lost all hope. Images of her two best friends making love in front of her ran through her head, their bodies arching under the pleasure, the look of pure bliss on their faces... they were in their own bubble, and nothing could have disturbed them.

And now, both Cecil and Kain stood in front of her. The men had regained their composure, but there was something different about their attitude. Whereas Cecil would have normally rushed to see if she was fine, he stood a few feet away from her, paying more attention to his surroundings than to her. Kain remained behind Cecil, letting his hands wander through the thick silver hair and back the on shoulders in front of him – he seemed so protective of the younger man...

Too protective.

Was that the real reason she had been kidnapped the first time? Did Kain want to get rid of her in order to be with Cecil? Yet Kain had protected her as well during her captivity; he was the one who had made sure that Golbez's servants wouldn't lay a hand on her.

Rosa was pulled out of her daydreaming when the massive armored man moved behind her, his deep voice echoing in the room. A room too similar to the one she had been taken to when she had been abducted. “There is no one to save you, this time.” On cue, he extended his right arm, signaling Cecil to move closer. Kain followed a split second after, his blue-grey eyes set on the smaller frame before him.

The two men now closer, Theodore handed his brother a sword, watching as the man examined the blade and ran his fingers over it. Cecil swung it a few times, adjusting to the weight of the weapon. After nearly two weeks of not using any, he was glad to be in his element again; he was made to fight, being away from it all bored him.

It finally struck him. Rydia, Yang... and now Rosa. The difference is that he was the one who'd put an end to he existence, and not Theodore.

He was already a traitor to his own feelings.

He was already a traitor to Baron.

And if he didn't do it, he'd be a traitor to his own blood.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Cecil closed his eyes, contemplating the choices offered to him, if they could be called choices. He recalled the knight training he had undergone as a teenager and the wilderness survival and prisoners or hostages situations they had been put in. 'If you want to survive, you will have to prepare yourself for the worse, for performing actions you never thought you would have to perform.' Until then, Cecil had never been put in such a situation. Never in his life he thought of killing someone he knew so well...

But he had to survive.

The paladin stared blankly at the sword for a moment, lowering his head as he took a deep breath. It was him or her. Either way, someone would die. Cecil felt selfish for wanting to live; he would have died for his friends if he had to. But would he kill for his sibling, the only family he had left? For a race of which he belonged to?

After a few more seconds of debating with his own mind, biting his lower lip, Cecil finally rose his head, directing his bright blue eyes at Rosa.

“I'm sorry,” the silver-haired man whispered through a sigh, readying his sword. “I really am sorry, Rosa. Farewell.”

Cecil overlooked the sheer terror and sadness on Rosa's face as he dove forward. The blade pierced through her robes, her skin. It ran through her chest, cracking her ribs with a clear, bone-chilling crunching noise. After what seemed an agonizing eternity, the sword had fully impaled her. Thick red blood dropped to the metal ground, slowly forming a puddle at her feet.

Suddenly dizzy, he staggered backwards, removing the sword from her body in the process. When Kain wrapped his arms around his frame, Cecil leaned on him, breathing deeply as if preventing a breakdown. His body shook under the shock, the exhaustion and the pain.

~

The rest of the afternoon had been a blur. Cecil remained silent, as if in a state of shock. He had barely any recollection of what was going on around him; Kain by his side, helping him to his bedroom and out of his clothes. He didn't even recall when he fell asleep, and if there even was anyone with him when he did.

Cecil woke up in his bed, several hours later. Weary despite his rest, he tossed and turned around, his brain refusing to shut down and let him sleep some more. The pain in his arms and chest made him wince as he sat up in the bed, but he forced himself in his position. If he wanted to go through this, he'd need to find a way to forget about the pain, about the atrocities he had seen – and committed.

Knowing he wouldn't get anymore sleep, the young man got to his feet and headed off the room. If he couldn't sleep, he felt as he had to make the most of it and get his mind off his current problems.

He found himself in front of his brother's bedroom, staring at the metal door for a few seconds before sliding it open. Cautiously, Cecil entered the room, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness before making his way to the bed where Theodore slept. It seemed unusual to Cecil to see the massive man in such a position...

The paladin climbed on the bed, careful as not to wake up Theodore. The sheets rustled as he moved towards the other frame; thankfully, Theodore was sound asleep, and only moved his arm to bring Cecil closer to him.

Since when did he become to dependent so much on Theodore and Kain? He recalled going days without seeing Kain much, and was able to remain somewhat indifferent – he missed his presence, but never had longed for it, unlike now. Cecil mentally scolded himself for being so desperate and rolled his eyes at his own behavior, shaking his head in the process.

His blue eyes drifted over the body beside him, watching as Theodore's muscled chest rose up and down with every breath he took. Cecil trailed a finger down his pecs, on the lookout for possible signs of his brother waking up. He kept moving, running his hand over the abs, and to his groin. Gentle yet confident, he took the other man's limp cock in his right hand and gave it a few strokes. Theodore did not wake up. If Cecil wanted to get a reaction from the older man, he'd have to keep going...

After two or three minutes, Cecil finally got what he wanted. Theodore squirmed and groaned under his touch, and strengthened his grip on the small frame beside him. Theodore opened his eyes lazily, vaguely aware of what was going on. He turned his head to his right, where Cecil laid, his body molded against his own. “Well, this is something I did not expect,” he said with a light, sleepy chortle.

“I thought I could use a distraction. After what happened, I'm not sure what to do or think.” Cecil's voice came soft, almost sad.

Theodore nodded affirmatively. “Indeed. You might be able to think clearly if you take a step back.” He closed his eyes, his hand roaming Cecil's body for a moment. The older man extended his free arm, blindly reaching for a bottle of massage oil on the end table by his bed and coated his fingers with the liquid. It was then easy to reach for Cecil's backside and put two of his fingers inside right away, feeling him wince and breath through clenched teeth before his body relaxed again.

Once the initial pain had lulled, Cecil had a hard time focusing on pumping his brother's erection. He began to grind against Theodore's thigh absentmindedly, eyes half open, breathing faster than usual. A pained groan escaped his lips as Theodore withdrew his fingers and sat on the bed, pushing the sheets off their bodies. The older man's strong hands eased Cecil on his lap, facing his back, then positioned his erection right at the paladin's entrance and finally pushed in.

Theodore pressed on Cecil's shoulders, preventing him from moving. It didn't stop the mage from thrusting, grunting in the process. His large hands ran across the pale skin in front of him, inducing moans from his partner. They grew louder as Theodore gently nibbled on his younger brother's earlobe and trailed kisses down from his neck to his shoulder. He could feel Cecil's body shivering in sheer delight as focused kissing and suckling the base of his neck, and when it became uncomfortable for him, Theodore simply did the same on the other side.

So responsive, submissive. Sure Theodore missed his first times with Cecil, when the other man was not even consensual; something about his brother wriggling and squirming beneath him was highly arousing. Theodore loved the control, and even as Cecil was getting used to the situation – now he even had initiated the intercourse – he still had power over him.

As if to prove his point, the mage maintained Cecil in place on his lap, rendering him unable to buck against the older man, who grinned at the sight. Left with an unattended hard-on and no means to satisfy the urge to reach climax, Cecil tried to squirm his way out of the powerful embrace, but in vain. It was only after the silver-haired male uttered a frustrated “brother...!” that Theodore resumed his thrusts.

The brown-haired man was seemingly disappointed when Cecil's tensed up in his arms, his back arched as he spilled his load all over his stomach, his limbs shaking. The loud moans died down quickly, leaving him panting heavily. It didn't stop his body from bouncing up and down his lap, as Theodore rammed upwards, until he came as well.

Cecil waited a long minute before forcing his body off his brother's, landing beside Theodore on his side, unable to keep his eyes open. Despite the messiness, the stickiness of his skin and the general uneasiness, the pain was gone.

He was now free.

~ To be continued... ~