Shattered Porcelain Doll

Summary: Cecil appears to be a stoic hero, but deep down inside, he's falling apart – or so Kain figures out.

Author's Notes: Everyone who knows me knows I love making characters break down. And that I'm a Kain/Cecil fangirl. Now put two and two together; this sums up the fic ^^. Short one-shot by my standards, partially inspired by Chevelle's One Lonely Visitor (I say “partially” because it deals with the opposite – two persons parting). The world needs more Kain/Cecil fics! ^^

BTW, excuse the poor, cliché'ed title... it's the only thing I could thought of.

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Shattered Porcelain Doll


“Cecil?”

Kain Highwind stood in front of the closed door and shook his head. If Cecil Harvey had stated he was tired – something was wrong. Reckless, relentless Cecil Harvey was always the first one awake in the morning, and the last one asleep... when he slept.

So when Rosa told him that Cecil admitted being tired and needed rest, then indeed went to sleep, Kain thought of it as completely unusual.

And there he was, still in front of the door to the resting area inside the airship. He gave in and knocked a few times, and waited for an answer.

Nothing.

Kain cracked the door open and peered in the darkness. “Cecil?” he called out, keeping his voice low out of habit.

The dragoon stepped inside, as quietly as he could. Cecil still hadn't replied – maybe he was asleep. Yet there was something off in the air, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. And so he slowly moved towards the row of beds, his eyes slowly adjusting to the room's darkness. “Cecil...?”

He stopped after the third cot to the left, as he could now see what was happening.

The slender, feminine form sitting on the last bed, lit only by the wall's lone window, belonged to Cecil. Head and shoulders bent, leaning over his knees, the paladin seemed to be deep in thoughts.

“Cecil...?”

Still no reaction. Kain quirked a brow and walked to his best friend. He drew his hand over Cecil's shoulder. The frame backed off under his touch in an instant, as his pretty face turned towards Kain. Blue eyes widened in sheer terror as if he had been woken up from a nightmare.

Kain withdrew his hand almost right away, guilty of disturbing Cecil. “Hey hey, it's just me... are you alright?”

Cecil shook his head, sending strands of thick silver-white hair flying around. “I'm fine, thank you... I-I simply needed some rest...” This being said, the younger man looked away, and ran the back of his hand over his eyes.

His shaky voice was accompanied by short breaths...

Cecil was crying? The almighty paladin Cecil Harvey?

With a worried sigh, Kain sat on the bed, right beside Cecil. “What's going on?” He couldn't even fully recall the last time Cecil had cried in front of him – something to do with a broken leg and arm the same year both of them became knights. Nearly five years ago.

“N-nothing... I'm fine...” Cecil repeated. “Just tired.”

Kain rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Obvious. “Of course you're tired Cecil! You keep pushing yourself – you probably haven't slept in days and you're worrying about the future of this planet. Though I'd be a fool if I expected less of you.”

But Cecil still refused to look at him.

Kain leaned over slightly, hoping to catch a glance of the smaller man. From his angle, he could now see tears rolling on the pale cheeks and onto his naked chest – a sight he was definitively not used to. “Come on Cecil, what's going on?”

The paladin scoffed and finally looked straight in Kain's blue-gray eyes. He parted his lips to say something, but closed them again, unsure of what to say. It was only after he forced himself to reduce his sobbing to a minimum, that he was able to talk.

“Within the last twenty-four hours, I've learned that my father was murdered, my mother died giving birth to me; the man I've been trying to kill is my brother, who blamed me for Mother's death and then abandoned me, hoping I would die...” With a pained grimace, Cecil struggled to go on. At a loss for words, he looked away.

“I'm not even human!” he finally blurted out, before he let his head and shoulders fall, distressed sobs shaking his lithe frame. “I don't even know who I am anymore! Has my whole life been nothing but a lie?”

“It's okay... calm down...-”

“I can't cope with all of that by myself...”

Kain sighed again and shook his head - Cecil was so stubborn. He grabbed the silver-haired man by the shoulders and forced him to turn around. “And that's why I'm here. I can assure you that you're not a burden...” Kain declared with a frown, his voice harsher than he wanted it to be. Upon realization, his features softened, and he squeezed Cecil's shoulders softly.

“I don't care if you're half-human half-Lunarian, and I think I can speak for everyone who truly knows you. I've known you since I've been five years old, Cecil. Sixteen fucking years. So it's not like it's going to change anything for me.” Without thinking twice, Kain pulled the younger man into a hug, rubbing his back affectionately. “You know me, I've never given a damn about that stuff...”

As Cecil remained silent and sobbed quietly, Kain kept talking to reassure his childhood friend. “If I had been in your position, I know you wouldn't react like this. You'd be supportive, would tell me that such things shouldn't matter to me...”

The dragoon paused once more. He slowly pushed Cecil a few inches away from him and, with a sympathetic smile, looked into the blue eyes in front of him. Kain then drew his hand to Cecil's cheeks, gently wiping the tears rolling on his soft, pale skin. “It's okay,” he trailed in a whisper as he cupped the youth's face in his hands.

Those blue eyes, shrouded in loneliness; Cecil had finally stopped playing the invincible, emotionless hero. Through what little light came from the window, the man's lithe frame and pale skin gave Kain the impression was he holding a porcelain doll. A broken, shattered porcelain doll.

Kain had meant to tell him he wasn't alone...

Instead, he found himself locking lips with the other man.

And the only resistance Kain met was Cecil's body stiffening ever so slightly in his arms.

Slowly, Kain inched away from the pale face as a friendly grin appeared on his own. “Well, at least you stopped crying.” He watched as Cecil's brows quirked upon realization, and within a second, their lips mashed together again. Kain frowned slightly as Cecil's tongue made its way in his mouth, and quickly tried to get dominance back. They kept on battling for a few moments before the younger man finally gave in, and let himself be pulled on Kain's lap.

However, Cecil didn't remain in the position for a long time. Kain gently tapped his side, urging him to get up so he could remove the light white pants. The blond man did the same, and brought Cecil with him as he fell on the bed.

“On your back,” Kain ordered, then crawled away from Cecil to let him do so. He spread the other man's legs and settled between them, before he reached for his knees to bend the legs; Kain needed easy access to Cecil's backside. After coating his own fingers with a layer of saliva, he teased the puckered entrance for a moment, and slowly inserted one. His blue-gray eyes landed on Cecil's face, who frowned in discomfort. Despite the pained grunts he heard, Kain toyed with the muscles for a short time, then entered the second digit. The smaller man quivered under the touch, a sign which Kain exploited to dig the fingers deeper, only withdrawing them to enter the third one.

Once this was over, Kain dragged Cecil closer to him, and slowly pushed his member inside. Cecil winced under him, arms locked around his lover's neck. His nails dug in Kain's tanned skin, but the dragoon forced himself to bear the pain. He focused on establishing a slow, smooth pace. Head bent to trail lingering kisses across Cecil's neck and shoulders, as if to ease his pain.

Cecil's eyes drew wide and he gasped as Kain pushed in again. He clawed at the other man's back, enough to make Kain quiver under the pain – it urged Kain to accelerate his thrusts. Now going at a decent speed, the blond male lifted his head from Cecil's shoulder, his blue-grey eyes drifting to Cecil's half-lidded blues. The youth looked so innocent as he laid on his back, mouth agape, flushed cheeks...

Another, louder moan went past Cecil's lips; Kain added strength to his thrusts, ramming with all his might. Cecil wrapped his legs around Kain's waist and bucked his hips. His back arched from the pleasure.

Kain relied on his arms to support himself despite the pain shooting through them – and through his back. Cecil had quite a grip and obviously did not want to let go. He'd have gladly welcomed a position change, but he figured prying his best friend's hands and arms away from him would result in whines and another possible breakdown. To forget about the pain, Kain simply thrust harder.

Cecil squirmed under his weight as his moans filled the room. He let go of the shoulders above him, only to bring Kain's face closer to his. Their lips met again in a heated kiss. Kain had to break in order to breathe. Left panting, he continued to ram in the younger man.

Arms draped around his neck again and pressed down. Kain wound up on his elbows; he found the position to be quite comfortable. He took the opportunity to trail more kisses along Cecil's neck and jaw, gently biting the soft skin. His well-toned stomach rubbed against the other man's erection. And judging from Cecil's moans, he was close to climax.

And Kain was right. Cecil's grip tightened, nails digging in his skin again. His body shook under him as he shot his load between their stomachs. He had to bite his lower lip not to scream.

Kain didn't stop, and kept ramming in the smaller frame. His eyes rolled as he peaked, his seeds erupted deep within Cecil. He only moved when hands took a hold of his arms, and pushed to the left.

The romp had been enough for Cecil to think about something else. The pale, limp body laid quietly on the bed, chest rising with every pant. After a long two or three minutes, he finally sat up with a wince at look at Kain, a frown drawn on his pretty face.

“Next time, don't be so rough... now everyone's going to wonder what happened to me.” Cecil shifted to his side, obviously uncomfortable after dealing with Kain's ways in bed.

Kain smirked as he laid on his side as well, and propped himself on his left arm, his eyes set on Cecil's. “What about my back? I won't even be able to step outside without my armor on. Else I'm sure Rosa will have at you for attacking me.”

Cecil's ever so defiant look was back – a sight Kain appreciated more than ever. The broken porcelain doll wasn't so broken anymore...

“It shall be duly noted that you made the first move, Kain.”

“And that you didn't push me away.”