Beg For It

Summary: Cecil feels lonely, and a guest on the Lunar Whale tries to fix this. Golbez/Cecil, mentions of Kain/Cecil.

Author's Notes: Writing gay erotica in a plane and in an airport = great way to pass time. Albeit weird, mind you. I also blame the book I'm currently reading, Richard Laymon's The Cellar, which is actually somewhat graphic (sexually and graphically)... well, something I enjoy XD. Also giving me some ideas I won't reveal now, but the one-shots will eventually come ^^. Until then, enjoy!

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Beg For It


Everyone was gone. Where? Cecil Harvey didn't know, but he was alone and it was all that mattered. After double-checking to make sure he was really all by himself, the paladin settled on the stairs of the alien aircraft, resting his head on the wall behind him, and closed his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to appear weak in his friends' eyes, but he couldn't take the current situation anymore.

Since they were back from their 'trip' to the moon, everything seemed to have gone back to normal Rosa mothered him like as always, Edge was hitting on Rydia, while Rydia showed no sign of interest whatsoever. Everything was normal... except one thing.

Kain.

That the dragoon was borderline antisocial, cold yet obnoxious was completely normal. However, he had never acted that way with Cecil – except the constant obnoxiousness. Now, he barely felt Kain's gaze on his body as they walked around. If Kain's perverted behavior had created problems before (Cecil had stopped counting how many times they were caught having sex on the training grounds), now it was the opposite.

Cecil groaned and squirmed on the floor. He could imagine Kain's large hands roaming his body, the warm lips claiming his own, the powerful thrusts that sent him over the edge... He missed it all so much.

Until now, he had made insane efforts not to let his emotions and his hormones take over. Without Kain around to constantly tease him, it had been much easier to deal with his urges. And now that the dragoon was back, his body had entered twenty-four-seven horny mode... and it bothered him. Even when he had been with Kain, his urges had never been so urging

Annoyed, Cecil gave in. He took deep breaths, trying to prevent his hands from shaking as he untied the straps keeping his armor in place. He rolled his eyes at his behavior; what if someone caught him? He prayed to the crystals it would be Kain – because he at least, had an idea how to deal with the dragoon.

The cold floor made him shiver. Cecil picked up his cape and wrapped it around his shoulders, then sat back on the floor. He closed his blue eyes with a sigh, unable to believe what he was about to do.

One very last look at the stairs, at the sleeping pods. Not a soul.

Good.

Eyes still shut, his hands roamed his chest, imagining they were Kain's. Hoping they would be his again. They remained on his upper chest, then made their way down to his abdomen. Cecil's mind raced as for a moment, he felt Kain's firm muscles, much different from his own. The thought made him quiver in delight. Slowly, he brought the hands back all the way to his shoulders. How he missed the warm, large hands mapping his entire body... hands who knew every way to get him over the edge.

Cecil let a quiet, low moan out. Part of him told him to stop and begged him to put his armor back on. Paladins were supposed to be pure, right?

The hands stopped moving, and their owner chortled in disbelief. Pure... right.

But it was so enjoyable. It would have been even more if Kain was in front of him – or behind him – and touched him in such passionate ways. His hands had subconsciously trailed back to his abdomen, and drifted lower, down to his thighs. As if his lover had been around, Cecil parted his legs. His cape brushed against his skin and got another moan out of him.

Satin sheets.

Kain's hands.

His smell.

How long until he could feel it all again?

Loosing himself in the moment, Cecil let his fingers wrap around his erection. It wasn't Kain, but it was close enough for now. Keeping his eyes closed for maximum immersion, Cecil moaned again, slowly pumping at first. Because Kain kept dragging things on and enjoyed making him suffer a bit. Such details hadn't escaped the silver-haired man...

Other details had, however. Like the sound of footsteps in the aircraft.

It was only when Cecil opened his eyes again and turned his head to the right that he noticed the other man. His brain took a few drawn-out seconds to send proper signals; by then, the massive frame had a large hand on his shoulder...

Even there. He did not panic and remained in place, although he stopped his motions.

“So we meet again, Cecil,” the voice spoke. It sounded so distant, yet so real. Too real for Cecil's tastes.

And way too familiar.

But the paladin was in his own little world at the same time. His reaction time slowed down by desire, he did not budge when the hand ran over his shoulders, all the way down to his raging hard-on. The man in front of him was definitely not Kain, yet he welcomed the touch. Whoever this mass of muscles was, Cecil was thankful for him to be on board.

“You know who I am, though you've never seen me without my armor. We've met several times, Cecil,” the man stated, firmly grasping the youth's hand.

Cecil finally gazed above him, assessing the stranger. There had been something overly familiar about his voice... but with the white-silverish hair, the purple eyes and ghostly pale skin... it was as if he had been looking at a buffed up version of himself.

Then it dawned on him.

“Brother...?” he inquired between moans, nearly turning even more livid – if such a thing was possible. “Were you not gone on... the... the second moon?” he managed to ask as his entire body quivered.

If that's what Golbez had set off to do, he had thought his brother deserved a proper goodbye. He hadn't expected Cecil to be masturbating in the aircraft. The sight had been tempting and just like his younger brother, he had not been able to resist....

But there was no need to talk it over now.

Golbez grinned; Cecil wasn't pushing him back. The smaller man thrust into his sibling's hand, his pretty face flushed, eyes half-lidded. He was brought on Golbez's lap, and yelped as a saliva-coated finger entered him. His body wasn't used to intrusions anymore, yet he wanted it.

Cecil whimpered slightly as the next fingers made their way inside as well, but tried his best not to whine at the pain. Instead, he focused on the pleasure he'd feel soon enough. His arms clenched around Golbez's neck right before the man removed the fingers, and lowered Cecil onto his throbbing erection.

Slowly, Golbez thrust upwards. The face his younger brother bore was priceless. His blue eyes were wide opened. A mix of fear and bliss could be read on his pretty visage, lips parted. The paladin's nails dug in his shoulders, but Golbez didn't mind. Instead, he decided to play with him a little...

He pressed on Cecil's body to prevent him from moving, and put an end to his thrusts. Cecil whined and cringed, his head jerked back under the pain.

What was taking him?!

Golbez didn't move, and the grin on his face did not fade.

Cecil squirmed in his arms, trying to move off his brother's cock so he could impale himself on it after, but he couldn't move at all.

“Beg for it.”

The time seemed to freeze as the youth's brows furrowed, and he moaned an almost inaudible “What?”

“Do it.”

Annoyed, Cecil groaned and jerked his head back again. “Please...?” he uttered. Was this enough for Golbez? He knew the answer, in fact. Of course not.

Golbez's smirk grew wider; he wanted to realize exactly who he was. Cecil's brother. “And who am I?”

Cecil took a few seconds to try and focus. He made extreme efforts to speak up, but it came out as another moan.

“Tell me. Who am I, Cecil?” Golbez's voice remained surprisingly composed despite being incredibly turned on.

“Brother...”

Slowly, Golbez thrust upwards. Achingly slow. And when Cecil tried to pick up the pace, he pulled Cecil's body closer to stop his movements again. “Tell me how you want it, Cecil.”

The younger male made more efforts to think about exactly what he wanted, and even more to be able to say it.

“Ah...” Golbez's cock reached his prostate again, and pulled back out slowly. “Stronger, please...” And the man obeyed, pushing back in with more strength. But it was still too slow for Cecil. He wanted raw, rough sex. “Faster, please...!” he requested, only to be denied.

Golbez only had to quirk his brows for Cecil to catch on.

“Brother...!”

“Good boy, Cecil.” The older man smirked and thrust at a constant, faster pace. Oh how he enjoyed toying with his little brother! The light frame bouncing on his lap, the flustered cheeks, the control... he loved his control over Cecil. He was in charge, and he wanted Cecil to know it.

So he stopped thrusting suddenly. “Again. I want to hear you.”

Cecil cringed and lowered himself on the erection. However, he was lifted right back up.

“Not until I've heard it.”

“Please brother...”

Music to his ears. But it wasn't enough. He wanted Cecil to beg and blush even more, to call out his name, to see his small frame squirm and quiver under his touch. And he stopped again. “Keep going...”

Annoyed, Cecil winced. He never had to literally beg Kain for any action. The words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't think clearly, and it took him a moment to be able to say anything. “Fuck me hard, please...” Almost right away, he was rewarded with a power thrust. His blue eyes shot wide open and he gasped. His grip on Golbez's shoulders tightened.

The thrusts kept coming, every single one hitting the right spot. Solely relying on his brother's hands to remain upright, Cecil let go of Golbez's shoulders. His loud, wanton moans quieted down, replaced by actual words – which Golbez was more than happy to hear.

“Fuck me harder, please, brother...”

A shiver went down Golbez's spine as Cecil's tenor voice begged once more. He slammed in the lithe body on his lap, the thought that it might tear the poor paladin apart long gone.

Despite his desire-clouded mind, he managed to ask his last question... “Do you want me to come inside you, Cecil?”

The smaller man went up and down a few times before he could formulate a short albeit lustful reply. “Yes...”

“Say it.”

Was it so hard to get Cecil to talk?

“Come inside me, brother, PLEASE!” he cried out. The mind-numbing bliss got to him – he wanted release. Now.

Eyes closed, Golbez thrust again. His large hands roamed Cecil's back, and one made its way to the youth's groin, tugging at the erection in front of him. Not even a minute after, the heat exploded, sending a powerful wave of pleasure throughout his body, and his seeds deep within Cecil. He still tugged at the youth's hard-on, his thrusts slightly weaker than they were earlier.

Cecil now humped Golbez's hand, close to release. His back arched as he moaned and panted loudly, coming in short, white spurts on his brother's stomach. Spent, his body went limp and he almost fell backwards.

Fortunartely, Golbez caught him in time, then brought him back to an upright position. Half-lidded blues stared at him, then looked away.

There was no doubt – Cecil was embarrassed by the whole incest thing.

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“You miss him, don't you?”

The silver-haired paladin's puzzled gaze fell on him. Golbez's hand landed softly on his shoulder and gently stroke it.

“Kain. You miss him.”

Cecil withdrew his shoulder away from the man's reach and stood up, wrapping himself in his deep blue cape. “How... how do you know about that?” he inquired, a rather queer feeling running through his body, somewhere between shame, utter disbelief and... hope?

“He told me about you and him.... There is something you must understand Cecil – Kain may need sometime away. He feels guilty for everything I ordered him to do.”

The deep voice boomed again. “The last thing he wants is to hurt you. This is why he's avoiding you. Not because he doesn't love you anymore, but because he indeed loves you more than anything. He refuses to be the reason for your pain..”

Golbez – Theodore – Brother – was right... and Cecil thought he should have thought about it before. He had known Kain for such a long time. “I agree... but it's so painful.”

“He may just need a short time. Kain is a strong man. Once he realizes he's safe and has overcome his initial fear of being a danger to you and his friends, he'll be back for you.”

Cecil blushed. Asking Kain to come back to him right away, after the ordeal the dragoon had been through, suddenly seemed selfish. “You're right. I shouldn't worry.”

With an understanding nod, Golbez moved closer to his brother and stood in front of him, assessing the much smaller man. The baby boy he had abandoned twenty years ago was now a grown man, despite the amazing height difference; he was glad Cecil had survived. All these years of resenting his younger brother were now a burden to him. Something needed to be done. “I apologize for all of this. A good part of this is my fault. If only I had realized none of this was your fault – our mother dying – none of this ordeal would have happened.”

The paladin bit his lower lip and looked away, unsure of what to say to his sibling. His only sibling. Rosa kept telling him he needed to forgive the older man, and she was right. He knew it. But Cecil was unable to, and the situation was highly frustrating for him. How could he forget the kidnappings, the worries, the pain, the deaths this whole event had occurred?

How could he forgive a man who stole, lied and killed to obtain what he thought his people deserved more than another?

How could he forgive himself?

“You and I are not so different after all, brother,” Cecil admitted. “We were both manipulated, yet acted upon our own volition, hoping that what we were accomplishing was for the better good. I understood that from Kain right away. He may be cold at times, but he's... gentle and does not wish to hurt people. And yet I still cannot forgive myself for all I've done.”

“We're always harsher with ourselves than with the others,” Golbez continued. He drew a hand to his brother's face, pushing away a bang of silver hair. “I too feel the same way.”

Cecil blushed under the touch, and slightly turned his head away.

“If you need me, you know how to reach me. Until Kain comes back to you, of course. I would hate causing more trouble for the both of you.” Golbez bent his head and kissed the silver head below him, then broke the embrace.

Before Cecil knew it, he had vanished.

Silver brows knitted together as Cecil took a step forward. His blue gaze ran across the area; bits and pieces of his armor and other equipment laid on the floor. With a heavy sigh, he picked an armbrace up and put it down immediately after. He needed to clean up.

Still wrapped in his cape, the paladin headed for the in-board bathroom. He'd have to take up Golbez on that offer...