Word August 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 30.May.2011

Summary: 24 August 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil

Author Notes: malleable, adjective;

1. Capable of being extended or shaped by beating with a hammer, or by the pressure of rollers; --applied to metals.

2. Capable of being altered or controlled by outside forces; easily influenced.

3. Capable of adjusting to changing circumstances adaptable.

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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The first time they had slept together while nude, it had been in the midst of a mission and they were in danger of freezing should they sleep alone. Cecil was smaller than Kain, so he didn't argue with the older knight spooning against him from behind inside of the thick blanket wrapped around them. They'd managed to get to sleep, and the dragoon must have been exhausted because Cecil actually woke up first. That was also the first time that the younger knight had ever given any thought to another man's sword, because Kain must have been, ah, dreaming of something the previous night that had made him stiffen between his legs. Somehow, the dragoon's spear had ended up firmly wedged between the young prince's legs, clearing straight through Cecil's thighs from back to front with a generous length stretching beyond. The young dark knight could only believe that clan Highwind must have descended from dragons; the only possible explanations were either that or the smaller man was embarrassingly ill proportioned.

Cecil managed to wrest himself free of the situation without his best friend knowing that time, and had spent a good week or so after their return to Baron surreptitiously stealing glances at the men in the public baths every evening in an attempt to survey, trying to gauge whether he was undersized or Kain was bigger than normal. It was relieving to conclude that Kain was a dragon, because Cecil had been feeling a bit inferior until he'd been able to confirm anything. But, contrary to what some believed, the young prince was observant, at least when he was trying to be, and he had noticed some rather obscene behaviors in the baths. Some men apparently laid with other men, which seemed to the dark knight like it was wrong, but Cecil had noticed unsubtle touches and caresses, eventually stumbling upon a man inside of another man when the baths had been mostly empty, and the young prince had been curious even through his mortification, so he had watched.

Shamefully, his gaze did not stray until both men had climaxed, and then he'd realized that his gut felt tangled and knotted and his own sword was stiff between his legs. It was a more intense feeling than what came over him when the young prince imagined the ladies he knew and thought were pretty, but he'd also never seen them naked, let alone truly given concentrated thought as to how he would join them in bed. Too embarrassed to relieve himself, Cecil adamantly refused to touch his loins at all until he was soft again, but no amount of time or distance struck from his mind how vividly he could recall how the larger brunette had pierced the smaller one, and how the smaller one had arched and moaned and obviously enjoyed it. If a normal sword felt so good, how good would one of Kain's length and girth feel? Cecil wanted to find out, just a little bit, or maybe a lot, but he couldn't just ask Kain to do something like that. The blonde probably didn't even know that some men laid with other men – Cecil certainly hadn't known before.

Several months went by before the two of them ended up on a mission that nearly drowned them both, and the sun was too low to dry them out and they were far enough north during the time of year that hypothermia was a real possibility. Luckily they had been near enough to a town that they could rent a room, but it was drafty and the fires were weak, providing barely any warmth at all, and the public baths were closed for the night, taking away their only chance to settle into a hot pool instead of a freezing river. Naked and damp, they curled up together and shivered, and they must have eventually fallen asleep because Cecil's eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night and there had still been some light outside of their window when he had last been coherent enough to notice. Kain was big and warm behind him, and the young prince began to shift back into that comforting warmth before his spine stiffened, heat blossoming on his cheeks. The dragoon's spear was nestled between his thighs again, long and heavy and hot against his skin.

Although it was wrong of him, Cecil had, ever since he had seen those two men so intimately coupled in the baths in Baron some months ago, been curious about what he had witnessed and how that related to what he hadn't seen of Kain. He'd not gotten a real look at the impressive spear before, and it was too dark to see now, but he could map out the appendage with his hands and try to imagine how it would feel piercing him. As carefully as he could, Cecil explored the length of his best friend's manhood starting from the tip, gently easing the excess skin from the head and running his fingers against the velvety flesh newly exposed for his perusal. After satisfying himself that the head of Kain's spear felt basically the same as Cecil's own, the younger knight moved on to exploring the shaft. There was a vein on the underside, a big one, and the young prince lifted his leg up as he traced the vein with his fingers once his thigh no longer barred his progress, finding that it ran all the way to the base of the blonde's spear. There were other, smaller veins that kept the length from being smooth, and Cecil slowly brought both hands up and down the shaft several times to confirm that the only real difference between Kain's manhood and his own was size.

Before he could do any more, there was a flurry of completely unexpected movement and Cecil was suddenly on his back with his hands pinned on either side of his head, a dark flush on his face that only deepened as the heavy, solid spear pressed down against his stomach. He'd woken Kain up with his illicit actions, and the young prince could only stutter apologies. He'd not even given the dragoon a chance to tell him no. But it didn't take long for Cecil to realize that the blonde didn't want apologies, nor did Kain care to tell him no. The smaller knight learned rather quickly that his best friend knew that some men joined with other men, and it was probably a good thing that the blonde knew so much even though Cecil had squeaked shamefully when oil was liberally smeared against his nether mouth. Where had Kain even gotten oil? He'd been shuffling through Cecil's bag, but the only – sword oil? Kain was using that? The younger knight was cowed from his outrage when the blonde grumbled something about friction and then, all but dripping in oil himself, flipped Cecil onto his chest and held the young prince's hips steady in the air.

The head pressed against him, pressed into him, and the smaller knight gasped at the feel, the heat that radiated from that part of his best friend that was now intimately inside of him. He tensed, his body tightening around the invasion, but the spear did not budge although Kain did grunt a little. For several seconds nothing more happened, no sudden movements or added pressure, and Cecil's loins slowly relaxed, spreading and surrounding the length that soon began to nudge deeper inside of him. There was some pain, but it was manageable; underneath the thin layer of hurt was a tingling pleasure, something that he'd never felt before, and Cecil moaned breathlessly as the blonde continued to press forward, to invade him completely.

Tears trailed from the young prince's eyes by the time Kain adjusted their positions and sat back on his heels with Cecil perched over his lap. The dark knight was still so far up, still had so much left outside of him that he couldn't believe it, but he confirmed it when he curled forward and both of his hands wrapped around the oiled spear, one at the base and one above that, and there was still more that his hands did not surround. Kain was immense. It was too much, far too much, and it just kept sinking in. The young prince couldn't continue to curl himself like that, couldn't keep his hands wrapped around the spear piercing him, embarrassed that he wasn't certain that he could take it all. Kain was going too fast – Cecil needed a chance to adjust – but when he paused at the smaller knight's request, Cecil squirmed and begged him not to go so slowly, trembling in confused lust.

By the time the younger knight was fully seated in the dragoon's lap, he swore that the man's spear was settled right between his lungs, and if he swallowed then he could taste it. The light rocking of their hips eventually built up into stronger thrusts, but Kain never even slipped halfway out. Cecil didn't care, because it was intense and it hurt a little bit but the greater agony was in the absolute ecstasy of the movement within him. Clearly, men who laid with other men knew the secret of this pleasure, a secret that Cecil hadn't had any notion of until the age of eighteen, and it was a shame that some men didn't know.

Kain's release inside of him triggered his own, and Cecil moaned throatily as his body quaked around the invasion. Once the tremors passed, the young prince fell back into his best friend's chest and panted, sweaty and sticky and irresistibly satisfied. The spear inside of him was softening, but the heaviness inside of his loins felt divine and Cecil was in no hurry to remove it. Kain chose that moment, still panting from his own release, to inform the younger knight that no one else had ever managed to take his whole length. Cecil hadn't known that his best friend was even laying with others before this night, but that did kind of explain why he'd thought about oil. And now the younger man was quite positive that he had been missing out on the best parts of reaching his majority. And he was more than a little proud that he could do something no one else could. Especially when Kain nosed against the shell of his ear and murmured that Cecil was without question the best. The feeling was decidedly mutual.