Perfection

Author's Notes: This is something I absolutely love with Cecil; he's quite androgynous. Normally I prefer my characters manly-looking, but I just couldn't help it with Cecil >_>. You can ask my beta, she'll tell you how I fangirl about him, XD:;...

... My apologies for that. I had to fangirl a bit here. XD

Anyways. I kinda played on the whole androgynous thing for the chapter. Not going to say more, I don't want to spoil the rest of my story... although I know some see it coming. Yep XD. Enjoy, and please review or even better: write constructive criticism! ^^


Perfection
Chapter 09: Infiltration


A pair of green eyes scanned the unconscious frame lying on the bed. The only thing Edward Geraldine – Edge for short – could see was long silver hair falling over lean shoulders, and a pale, slender back. Curious, the man grinned and leaned over the body; the intruder was hugging the sheets tightly.

Damn. He had hoped to see more than a pretty face...

Because Edge was sure the intruder was female.

The grin on his face widened as he drew a hand over the pale skin, gingerly touching the shoulder in front of him. Such soft, smooth skin. Edge moved the hand further down the curvy side. 'This is so awesome. This chick is still knocked out. Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up...' he repeated.

The hand moved up again, then back down, venturing even further. Edge hesitated about going in front, and went back up, once again...

In his bliss, Edge barely noticed the hand that was on his forearm; it was only when the intruder tightened the grip around the arm and twisted it that he realized what was happening.

Edge looked the frame over. A pair of groggy blue eyes looked straight at him, eyebrows and thin lips forming a frown. The sheets had fallen off the slender frame, showing a bare and hairless flat chest.

'Shit...'

“Who are you?” the man inquired, obviously pissed by Edge's actions. The hand was larger than a female's, yet somehow delicate. Its grip was nothing close to feminine, however. “Tell me.” Edge winced.

“Chill dude, I thought you were a chick...” The ninja watched as the intruder sighed and rolled his eyes, twisting the arm further. “Egde! Edge! My name's Edge! Can you let go of me now?” he whined, a pained expression on his face.

The hand let go of his arm – finally – and Edge grabbed it with his other one as if to lull the pain. “How 'bout you tell me who you are too?”

Cecil's mind raced. He better had to come up with something believable, and fast. “Cecil Harvey, Lord Captain of the Baron Red Wings... or well, so I was. About a month ago I was stripped of my command, I was kidnapped and held in captivity. I was about to escape, but they figured it. I remember being hit... So when I woke up, I was on an island nearby and from the maps I had seen, I recognized the area as Eblan. I made it for the castle but I found no one, and eventually made my way here with a hovercraft I found.”

He had, however, omitted most of his experience – his lover kidnapping him, his brother being the one Edge's clan wanted dead, along with joining his side.

And the other, more personal, less honorable details.

Edge quirked a brow. His story made sense. “Wow, I didn't know Baron did that kinda shit. Explains the whole armor thing... you okay by the way?”

Cecil nodded absently. His muscles were sore, but the feeling would most likely disappear after more rest. Resting wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but in order to stay believable, he'd have to. Kind of. As the Red Wing's captain, he wasn't known to rest much... “I'm fine, thank you,” he finally uttered, snapping out of his bubble. He also brought the sheets back over his body, slightly disturbed by the other man's earlier attitude.

“Well, if you need something, pretty boy, tell me and I'll do my best to get it for you.” Edge smirked again and grabbed a chair nearby, bringing closer to the bed and sitting so he could rest his arms on the back of it. “So tell me something. I haven't been to the surface in a while, everything still okay in there? Aside the giant tower and the dude who wants the crystals.”

'Well, my brother has all the overworld's crystals, and now wants the ones in the underworld. I even got one for him. Things aren't looking good for your kind.' Cecil stopped his mental reply, amazed at his own attitude. He shook the thought away, and shrugged.

“Hey, that guy was from Baron too, wasn't he? Or so mother and father were talking about. Something about replacing the lord capt-... wait.” Edge blinked several times and nodded, suddenly surprised. “They dropped your pretty ass for that dude? Holy fuck. No wonder why they dumped you here. Well man, if you wanna fight against them, you've landed in the right place!”

'Well not exactly landed. More in the lines of “I came here to stop you folks.”' Cecil resumed in his head, yet adopted an entirely different attitude in front of the ninja. “It's what I thought too. I'd be interested in joining your ranks.”

“I'll bring you to my parents. Have to admit I'm in a good position, with them being King and Queen, eh!” Edge stated with childish pride.

Considering how Cecil looked like himself – far from the knight he was, even less of a dark knight – his reaction was an understanding nod. “Alright.” He judged well enough not to ask for when it'd be possible for him to get an audience, and instead focused on his “enthusiasm” in fighting against his brother. 'Back to square one.' “I look forward to fighting at your side, Prince-”

“Hey hey hey! Don't Prince me, buddy. Just call me Edge 'kay? 'Cause I'm not some pampered little boy who doesn't know how to fight. I'm a ninja, and one of the best around here!”

Another nod from the paladin, who smiled. “Understood.”

An awkward silence fell on the room. Edge could barely take his eyes off Cecil, who now literally felt his cheeks blushing under the other man's green gaze.

“Damn. If you were a chick, I'd be so turned on right now.”Awkward became downright uneasy for Cecil, who blushed even more. “I dig chicks who can put up a good fight. The hard to get ones too. What's your type?”

“None...” Cecil thought he had kept that to himself, but he heard his own voice echo in the room. By then, his cheeks might as well have been burning. “In all honesty, I prefer men...” he trailed off, looking away from the other white-haired man.

Edge wrinkled his nose and quirked a brow – considering how feminine the man was, it came off as no surprise. “I don't swing that way, but whatever float your boats, pal.” He opened his mouth a few times to ask various questions – “'What you wanna do now?''” “'Hungry? I'm taking you out!'” - but settled for something less awkward. “After you get some rest, I'll take you to mother and father's room. We can discuss the whole issue of you being here and helping us out.”

The paladin nodded and smiled, appreciating Edge's cooperation. For all he knew, it could wind up being a trap, but he'd never know if he didn't do it. “Thank you, Edge. I'm willing to do whatever is needed.” Cecil jumped off the bed and looked around, his face flushed. He spotted the white and black armor resting on a table nearby, and started walking up to it. To hell with resting.

“Hey hey... you should go back to bed.” Edge made a step towards him and put a finger to his chest, as to prevent Cecil from getting up. “You're in no state to be up.”

“I'm fine, thank you.” Cecil replied, his smile fading slightly. He ignored the warning and moved away from Edge, a frown on his pretty face. “I'm fine,” he repeated on a serious tone. He was still sore, but nothing that would have him spend his day in bed after all.

“Fine, whatever, it's your body.”

Cecil rotated his shoulders and cracked his neck as he walked passed Edge and to his armor, of which the blood and dirt had been cleaned off. As he put the gear back on, he felt a pair of green eyes over his slender frame; Edge turned away quickly the very moment he looked back. Cecil grinned to himself, somewhat proud of his body, yet annoyed that he was looked over like a piece of meat.

“C'mon man, if we wanna catch them before dinner.” The ninja now stood right beside him – Cecil noted the white-haired man wasn't much taller than himself and weighted about ten to fifteen pound less. Maybe he could overpower him... if Edge wasn't a ninja. “We can eat later too.”

“Sounds good to me.”

~

Kain sighed as his head hit the pillow, relieved. The trip to Kokkol's Forge – underground – had been relatively long. The Underworld was hell, complete with lava lakes, constant warmth... and to top it all, dwarves. Kain swore he wouldn't set foot there ever again.

He was almost asleep when the sheets slid off his toned body, and a pair of hands – too large to be Cecil's – crept up on his legs.

“It's been a while, Kain.”

Said blond man hadn't even heard the door slide, nor Theodore's footsteps. However, he heard himself moan as Theodore's hands crawled on his torso, up to his shoulders and down again. The hands stopped by Kain's upper thighs as the fingers slowly caressed his skin.

“We ought to do this more often. With Cecil gone, it's only you and I.”

Kain grinned, another moan escaping his lips, his lean body quivering under the older man's touch. “I have to agree.”

Theodore smirked as well, moving his muscular frame in order to crouch in front of Kain. His purple eyes were set on the dragoon, whose warm mouth wrapped around his cock. “Good boy,” he uttered, pleased.

The youth toyed with Theodore's member, his wet tongue twirling around it. Kain closed his eyes, guided by Theodore's low, satisfied groans. When his master's fingers ran through his hair, Kain took the head of the member in his mouth, giving it a few short licks before going for more.

Theodore grinned widely, clearly enjoying the treatment. He let Kain suck slowly for a moment, then roughly forced more of his cock in the other's mouth. Kain suppressed his gag reflex and bobbed his head forward and backwards, loudly breathing by his nose. The blond-haired man even tried to grab his own erection, but the hand was swatted away by Theodore.

“In due time, my friend,” the sorcerer reprimanded lightly, thrusting forwards so his hard-on would go even deeper.

Kain choked on the cock and jerked his head backwards. He needed air. Badly. However, Theodore had other plans. He roughly grabbed Kain's hair and shoved the man's face back to his member. The thrusts were short, but came in quick.

Thirty seconds later, Theodore pulled back and ordered his partner to lie on his back. Kain obeyed and spread his legs, awaiting the initial penetration.

The dragoon gasped as two fingers made their way inside him. His back arched under the pain, and the adrenalin rushed in his blood. Everything suddenly seemed so real, and Kain had to admit he loved the rush. Addicted to pain. He scoffed at the thought.

Another wave of pain came right after. Kain cringed again, yet was unable to stifle a moan. The digits drilled his insides, probing his prostate. Of course, the moment he was going to thrust on the fingers, Theodore removed them. The brown-haired man grabbed Kain's ankles and raised them up to his head, locking the man in place.

Even if the position wasn't the most comfortable at glance, Kain's slender, flexible body was able to withstand it. It also left him fully exposed, which was one of Theodore's goal – he wanted, at first, to be in complete control over the blond youth.

Kain yelped as Theodore dove in him, his thrusts more powerful than usual. Even if he had been prepared before – or well, shortly finger-fucked, – Kain felt as he was split in two. The feeling was driven away as he concentrated on the good side of the moment; Theodore's massive organ inside him.

Theodore was greatly enjoying his little power trip. Other than his arms, Kain was unable to move. It turned him on. He loved being in control. The sorcerer kept Kain in the same position as he extended his arms, kneeling between the other's athletic legs. “I want to see you touch yourself, Kain,” he demanded, his purple eyes scanning the slender body below him.

Kain nodded between two moans and drew his left hand over to his own throbbing erection. The position was getting slightly uncomfortable, and he figured jerking off would help take his mind off the discomfort.

“That's it, Kain. Faster.” This being said, Theodore also picked up the pace. He groaned through a wide smirk as he watched Kain pleasure himself, the smaller hand going up and down on the pre-cum-coated hard-on. For a split second, Theodore wished he could maintain his partner in such a position with one hand only so he could feel the smooth skin below him, or help Kain with his raging erection. But the control was too appealing and in the end, did not move. “Keep going...”

Soon after, Theodore felt Kain was on the verge of climax. He finally let go of the ankles with his right hand, covering Kain's with it in order to stop the motion. The hand applied pressure at the base of the other member, hopefully preventing an incoming release; Theodore wanted to be the first one to come.

He felt so close to release, but he wanted to make this last, to keep control over Kain for a while more. He knew it was almost impossible, and in a loud grunt, filled the youth with his seeds. Theodore did not release him for that matter, but removed the hand from Kain's member, signing he could resume his previous activity. At the same time, he kept pushing in and out, the movement made even easier thanks to the extra lubrication provided by Theodore's juices.

Finally, Kain reached his peak, the thick white liquid landing over his well-toned stomach. The sight made Theodore grin widely, amazed at how he was able to control nearly every aspect of the younger man below him. To tease him, Theodore remained inside Kain, and let go of the ankles. His hands darted for the stained area, spreading the liquid all over the other's stomach.

“I'd offer to clean myself for you, but at this point I might be due for a shower.” Kain waited until Theodore was off him and while still on the bed, stretched his limbs. He was going to be sore for at least the rest of the day, but it had been more than worth it. As he got up, he could feel Theodore's seeds seeping out of him and onto his legs; Kain found it strangely comforting.

And Theodore could only stare at the sight, a few feet away from him.

~

Edge opened the unofficial “throne” room's door – burst in was the appropriate expression – but came back out nearly right away, followed by a middle-aged man. “They are in am important meeting right now, Your Young High-.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? For fuck's sake...” Edge smacked his palm on his forehead, annoyed. “I've got something important too. And well, I'm the prince. I should be aware of what's going on in my own damn country too!”

“Please, Your Young Hi-”

“EDGE!”

The chancellor winced at his lord's yell, and extended his arms as to calm Edge down. “Please. I understand your frustration, but we have been issued not to let anyone in.”

Edge rolled his eyes. “Too bad. I don't give a damn right now.”

The ninja opened the doors again - “Good morning Father, Mother” - and walked past a few men, up to the King and Queen. “This man here-...” He realized Cecil had stayed in the doorway, apparently uneasy for being a cause to such disturbance. Edge darted to him, roughly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to his parents. “So this man here is Cecil Harvey from Baron... y'know, the dude with the airships. He's gonna help us out. Neat huh?”

Cecil smiled and bowed to the royal couple, remaining fairly calm in the process. So these were the people who he had been sent to kill? He quickly assessed the man and the woman. Both were in their mid-fifties, with lean yet seemingly sturdy bodies. They wore ninja garbs embroidered with expensive threads, creating highly complex patterns and designs. The couple would most likely prove to be worthy opponents...

The king nodded, trying hard not to smack his son for interrupting their meeting. “Yes, I understand, my son. However, we were talking about possible plans for going back to our original castle after the attack, and the funds we would need for it. I am also aware that you find these boring, as important as they are... so at this very moment, I am unable to proceed to your request.”

“Damnit. Fetch me when you're done, please, Father. Cecil and I are gonna find something to keep us busy, right?”

Edge elbowed Cecil, who smiled and nodded back. “I believe so. Thank you, Your Majesty. I appreciate the concern.”

“C'mon. Let's get outta here.” Edge grabbed Cecil's arm again and dragged him outside, closing the doors noisily on his way out. “Let's go to my room.”

The ninjas' base was significantly larger than Cecil had imagined. He took mental notes on possible exits and where they might be leading, but in such an area, appearances were sometimes more than deceiving.

Both men reached Edge's room. For a royal family member, the room was sure modest; a single bed with white sheets, similar to the ones at the infirmary, as well as a small wooden table and two chairs. The only expensive objects were a purple, red and pink rug with intricate designs, and a blanket in the same colors.

Edge sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. Once Cecil joined him, he turned a bit to face him, the grin nearly apparent despite the white ninja mask covering his lower face. “Y'know, for a guy, you're kinda pretty. How 'bout we work out a deal?”

The paladin quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”

“Normally I wouldn't ask you that kinda stuff, but given what you told me earlier...” Since Cecil still bore a puzzled look, Edge went on. “Okay. I'll get you the audience with my parents as soon as I can. I just want you to suck me off in return.”

Cecil opened his mouth in disbelief. The other had clearly stated he wasn't into men and seemed fully ready to “help” him out, and now, he requested a blowjob?

“I... huh...” He bit his lower lip, thinking the deal through. He needed the audience, but on the other hand, could he really do it, considering he already juggled between two partners – one of them being his own brother?

Finally, he gave up. “Fine. But if this is a trick, it won't end well.”

For a second, Cecil thought he had said too much. It wouldn't end well, period.

“Don't worry dude, you can count on me. You're the closest thing I've seen to a woman-”

“Please. I may look like a woman but I'm not one.” Using people for their looks was something Cecil never agreed to... but just this once, he could live with it, and he'd be one step closer to his goal.

Edge rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. As I've said though, you're as pretty as one.” He got up in order to untie his pants, exposing his crotch, then he sat back down. “All yours, pretty boy.”

Cecil moved in front of the other man, trying not to think about it too much. He gulped silently as he got to his knees, his blue eyes nervously looking around the room; the only sign of his uneasiness. Determined to get this done as fast as he could, he parted his lips and encircled the member's tip with them.

For a moment, he felt like such a whore. Giving another man a blowjob was definitely not what he expected doing during this mission. And yet, he felt necessary to obey; in the long run, it'd be much easier for him.

The ninja kept silent at first, watching the Cecil's head bob up and down over his crotch. It was an awkward moment for Edge as well, having never been with another man. He even thought of just dropping everything, but there was something about Cecil... “Gotta admit, you know how to please a man...” he muttered, keeping an eye on the door.

Hesitantly, he placed a hand in Cecil's silver hair, watching as the younger man took more and more of his cock. He moaned and licked his lips in delight. His first experience with another male, so far, was going well.

Edge leaned on his free arm and gasped; Cecil was deepthroating him already. Everytime the paladin beneath him withdrew his head, Edge only wanted to thrust back in his warm mouth. When he attempted, Cecil firmly pressed his hands on the older man's thighs as if to hold him in place. Of course, it only added to his frustration.

Instead of thrusting, he moved his free hand towards Cecil's head and slowly pushed it over his erection, then using the motion to direct a decent pace. Edge then gradually accelerated, adding more and more strength, his fingers pulling on the silver hair beneath him. When he released Cecil's head from his grip, the young man withdrew once again to take his breath, and went right back to business.


“Holy fuck, you really want your prize eh...?” Edge taunted. Cecil's lips formed a grin as he looked upwards; “Well brace yourself...”

Cecil barely had the time to prepare himself. After a few more hard, long sucks, he withdrew his head once again, keeping his mouth opened. 'Why have I agreed to such a thing...'

He didn't even finish his thought. A knock on the door, followed by a male voice calling for Edge, tore him away from it. Puzzled, Cecil tilted his head towards the door and at the same moment, received warm, short spurts of sperm on his face.

'...'

“I'm free.. whenever you are, Edge. I shall expect you and... your friend... soon, I believe.”

“Yes, father. It's only gonna be a few minutes.” Edge responded sheepishly – he had not expected his father to barge in while he was getting sucked off by another guy...

The King stifled a laugh and closed the door, leaving the two men alone, once again.

“Sorry buddy.”

Cecil sat in seiza*, looking rather defeated and tired. Things were simply not going his way. “I guess it's okay. ... Do you have anything I can clean myself with?”

~ To be continued ~

Seiza: Traditional Japanese sitting position.