Word June 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 10.May.2011

Summary: 13 June 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil, implied Kain x Cecil x Rosa

Author Notes: immure, verb;

1. To enclose within walls, or as if within walls; hence, to shut up; to imprison; to incarcerate.

2. To build into a wall.

3. To entomb in a wall.

Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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Cecil woke up woozily, not any different from any other morning, and mumbled incoherently as he moved to roll over and – eventually – wake up enough to get out of bed. It took him several blank seconds to recognize that he hadn't actually ended up on his stomach like he'd intended, and emerald eyes hazily blinked open in the paladin's mostly incoherent and at best halfhearted attempt to see what had stopped him. There were leather binds on his wrist. He didn't remember putting anything like that on last night. It didn't matter; he'd take them off when he got up.

Tugging his arm, the tired king's brow furrowed when he couldn't get his hand to come down, and several more seconds were spent staring blankly up the length of his arm in incomprehension. Eventually, it penetrated Cecil's foggy mind that the bind at his wrist was attached to a chain, and that was tied down off of one corner of the bed. Annoying, to be sure, but that was easy enough to fix. Reaching his other hand over, the paladin blinked as that appendage did not move and tilted his head to that side, following the length of his stretched arm to another bind at his wrist, tied to another corner of the bed. Where had those chains even come from? The royal bed had nothing like that near it. Closing his eyes again and resting his head, the young king decided that he would deal with that later.

Abruptly, the paladin tensed as emerald eyes shot wide open, the kittenish sleepiness gone from his gaze. He tugged sharply on the binds, testing the strength of the chains, but they did not budge. Clearly, he needed more leverage. Shifting his legs only caused the young king to stiffen further, for he could feel the resistance on his ankles. His legs were bound as well, leaving him splayed out with a limb stretched out to each corner of the bed. The royal bed, meaning that he was still in Baron but now a captive.

Cecil worried immediately, for he couldn't imagine what had happened to Kain for him to end up in such a state; the paladin could only pray that the dragoon was not mortally wounded. But Cecil needed to break free, needed to find his guardian and be certain, because Kain assuredly needed to be healed, and it was always best to have the older knight at his back to safely venture forth and conquer whatever threat now hung over his kingdom. Once they were united, they could gather Rosa and the three of them could do whatever was necessary. But before anything else, Cecil needed to break free.

Taking better stock of himself, the paladin tensed as he realized that his night tunic was no longer on his body or anywhere within his field of vision, and the sheets were badly rumpled and shoved to the side, half off the bed. He was indecently exposed, left open for a most shameful perusal that he imagined his captors had already partaken in. Aside from assurance that he held no concealed weapons, Cecil could think of no real reason for this humiliation, but he would not falter when he knew his beloved needed him. He'd suffer anything to ensure that they were safe.

The door to the chamber opened and pale lids almost completely closed over emerald eyes as the young king evened his breathing. They'd stripped him and manhandled him into the chains while he was asleep, so there was a reasonable possibility that they would unbind him whilst he appeared to be unconscious if they had any other need to move him around. But he still wished to see who he was dealing with, to know what he was facing once the time came to take up arms. The fact that Kain walked in, wearing a simple pale blue silk shirt and brown silk trousers, looking no worse for the wear, was intensely relieving. He wasn't lying neglected and bleeding to death, and that alleviated a heavy weight from Cecil's heart. The young king would have been devastated had his primary guard died in service to him. After the emotional trauma had calmed, however, anger replaced all else. Cecil had been seriously worried about his lover and the man just casually strolled in, which meant that these binds were some kind of sick game.

Glowering furiously at him as Kain came closer to the bed, the paladin growled low in his throat.

“This isn't funny.”

Bemused chocolate eyes flitted over Cecil's supine form before the dragoon focused more attention on the side table, his voice light as he replied.

“Who said it was?”

Although his general demeanor spoke of dismissal, the young king knew his primary guard well, and Kain was honestly serious. Which meant that he'd done this on purpose. The only reason he could possibly have to tie the younger knight up so thoroughly was in yet another attempt to get Cecil's sleeping habits in order. The young king knew his sleep was more like a coma than anything else, but a lifetime of trying to fix it had done no good so what could his guard possibly hope to accomplish with this?

“You've proved your point, Kain. I know I sleep deeply. That is why I trust you to keep me safe.”

The blonde grunted and shifted something around on the table, but the angle wasn't the best and Cecil could not tell what he was doing. The dragoon's deep voice rang out shortly, the words sounding surprisingly wry, although Kain did not pause his actions on the side table.

“You're still unharmed, are you not?”

For a few breaths, Cecil was silent, but his guard made no motion to indicate that the problem would be relieved. A touch impatient, the paladin decided that he did not feel like waiting out the duration of this censure.

“..Release me.”

It shouldn't have needed to be said, but Kain was clearly of the desire to make him beg. Cecil wouldn't let the older knight get away with it for long, but at the moment he needed at least one hand free. To the young king's immense shock, his guard responded tersely to his demand, setting something down on the table with a solid clack.

“Prisoners don't get to make requests.”

Without another word, the dragoon crawled onto the bed and over between the younger knight's splayed legs. Cecil stared at his guard uncomprehendingly, not fully processing the words before he snapped back.

“Kain! I have things to accomplish today!”

Again, the blonde seemed utterly dismissive in his own response, not even bothering to catch the paladin's eye as he settled himself.

“I believe Rosa is handling court matters.”

Blinking, Cecil tried to process what he had been told, but he was abruptly distracted by the sight of Kain untying his silk trousers. More to the point, he was taken aback by the large bump in the front of them.

“Ros- what are you doing!”

The blonde rolled his eyes – and the younger knight knew even without looking that his guard had done so because Kain was positively predictable about certain things – and bared his hips so that his manhood sprung free, but did not completely remove his pants. In the next breath, the paladin found his hips lifted and that spear firmly pressed against his nether mouth. His wet nether mouth. Cecil wasn't certain whether he should be more furious that his dragoon had prepared him while he'd been asleep or ashamed that he'd not even woken up during such intimate touches.

Kain practically purred his next words, his voice deep and velvety as he dipped his head and locked their eyes together.

“For a captive, you talk too much.”

This whole prisoner thing had to go. Cecil could handle the fact that his guard's insatiable appetite called for a romp this morning, but the binds were irritating and the paladin really did have a lot to do. And he was still going to hit the older knight a few dozen times just for scaring him so badly for no good reason.

“Kai-ah!”

It was a good thing that the dragoon had already completed preparations, because he certainly wasn't holding back now. Cecil didn't necessarily mind the rough thrust, the sharp piston in that ended only when Kain couldn't push any further, but he was not enjoying the rest of his treatment. Arguing with a lust-driven Kain would get him no where, though, so he would just berate the man once the binds were gone. It wasn't as though Cecil tended to reject an offer for pleasure, after all. Kain was just being an ass. A gifted ass with a spear that filled the younger knight so perfectly.

“There's a distinct difference between speaking and making noise. I didn't tell you to stop the latter.”

Glaring mutiny only worked for about a tenth of a second before Kain deliberately shifted and the paladin's eyes rolled back with his head as he moaned. Damn it, but Kain was good with his spear. And that perverted bastard knew it, too.

“Mm, you're such a complaisant prisoner.”

The lazy thrusts, although slow, were no less powerful than usual, and Cecil could distinctly feel the tug of the binds around his ankles with each push to fill him; it was awkward if for no other reason than the fact that the paladin couldn't spread himself wide enough, but it just didn't matter because Kain stuffed him full anyway. This had to be some kind of twisted kink of Kain's, to have Cecil so constrained and helpless, and the young king had to wonder if his guard had similar thoughts about their white mage. Yet, the longer that the dragoon spent between his legs, the less that the paladin cared to dislike this treatment. His primary guard had a lot of quirks, and this wasn't really a foul one, when put into perspective. Plus, there was a kind of intensity in being bound and utterly helpless to his lover's whims that did not exist normally, and in the back of his mind Cecil kind of liked this, just a little.

“Nnh... wh-what am I be-ing charged w-with..?”

Chocolate eyes flashed at the breathy words before Kain flexed his shoulders and leaned down closer to the paladin's face, deliberately grinding his hips up just enough to cause Cecil to gasp.

“Negligence.”

Panting, the paladin gazed up at his lover with lidded eyes and wondered if Kain planned to draw this one instance out or if he was looking to make sitting impossible for Cecil for the next few days due to repeated spearings. Cecil didn't think he'd argue either option.

“H-how..?”

A low groan lodged in the dragoon's throat as he nudged just a little deeper into the young king's lower opening, and Cecil mewled softly and clenched around the invasion spasmodically, wanting that spear to stay precisely where it was.

“Not waking up early enough to satisfy your beloved before the day started.”

The paladin couldn't bring himself to be surprised that the older knight wanted to fool around in the mornings; Kain had quite the libido to go along with all of that talent of his.

“So my sent-nnh..! Se-sentence..!”

The dragoon was deliberately swiveling his hips as he thrust, and he was doing it in such a way that he was hitting all of the right spots. Cecil threw his head back with one particular lazy thrust and moaned long and loud, intensely appreciative at that moment of the situation he was in. A real man never turned down sex, and the paladin fancied that he had all of the chances in the world to enjoy himself with both of his beloved by his side.

“Cecil...”

His name was little more than a groan slipping from Kain's parted lips, and the young king couldn't help himself but to teasingly squirm his hips, just a little. The thrusts picked up in speed, and the paladin moaned rapturously as his lover really got down to business. The dragoon certainly didn't waste time, rutting into the younger man with such passionate ferocity and sending Cecil's senses alight. Helpless against the assault, the paladin moaned and begged incoherently for more, not even taking note of the tears that fell from his hazy, half shut eyes. In his drive, the blonde quickly reduced himself to panting and grunting, but that only served to make the experience all the more heady to Cecil; Kain was straining for him, to give and take this pleasure, and that was one of the main reasons that the paladin didn't mind getting worked over so much that he was raw after the fact. Besides, Cecil could always heal himself afterward with a low strength cure; he didn't like to do too much, because there was a certain amount of pleasure involved in being just a touch sore in all of the right places.

By the time Kain's guttural groans signified his release, Cecil couldn't even concentrate long enough to pull together a coherent thought. He was painfully close, so close he could taste it, and it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge – but the dragoon's rhythm faltered and Cecil was nearly to the point of sobbing before he could stop himself.

“N-no! Ke-keep going-!”

Kain assuredly didn't even realize that he followed the command as if by instinct, as he was still recovering from spilling his seed inside of the paladin's perfectly willing body. Cecil couldn't care beyond the teetering build of pressure in his loins, that his lover was going to make him scream this time and Cecil would probably pass out after.

“D-deeper! Oh-!”

Kain was sweating fiercely as he sharpened his thrusts to comply, panting heavily with exertion.

“Nnh... such a bossy prisoner.”

The paladin couldn't manage a proper response, for he spent the next few moments choking on his own saliva from completely forgetting to swallow, and it was entirely worth it because Kain was amazing and perfect and the abrupt flash of color and light and pleasure that overcame Cecil at that moment destroyed every defense he could possibly construct to keep his mind level. Whatever sound he made, he never heard it himself, nor did he even recall how he had come out of the binds that were still strapped to the corners of the bed but no longer tied to him. Groggy, Cecil sat up on his elbows for a moment before realizing that he really didn't care what was going on around him with the way his loins ached. He'd never felt the ache quite as thoroughly before, but it was absolutely worth getting chained down for. So, fine, being held hostage wasn't such a bad proposition, but only when his captor was Kain.