queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-18 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: queenoftheskies, f: final fantasy iv, march 13, p: cecil/kain |
"Dark and Light", Final Fantasy IV (Cecil/Kain)
Title: Dark and Light
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: m/m sex, anal sex
Word count: 787
Prompt: Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Kain: friendship turned intimate - “I never knew it could be like this.”
A/N: This is for March 13. I apologize for its tardiness.
"I'm glad you're back." Cecil offered Kain his hand, but it was long minutes before the dragoon actually accepted it.
There was no denying the haunted look in his best friend's eyes, but Cecil guessed he'd feel the same if he'd betrayed Kain and the others. He'd done things of which he was ashamed--all in the name of king and country--but that didn't make them right, so he'd tried to make amends.
"Do you trust me?" Kain asked, his voice soft in the darkness of the hall.
"With my life," Cecil swore. Though somehow different, he could sense that this was the Kain he'd known and loved.
"I never meant to hurt you--or her--but I was so...angry." His gaze dropped to the floor as he released Cecil's hands. "He knew how to use me, to play on that anger and longing, to bring me under his power, make me bow to his evil will, break me...I...I'm not sure I even tried to resist."
"We never meant to hurt you." Cecil held Kain's hand when the warrior tried to turn away. "We love you, Kain. You're as much a part of our hearts as we are of each other's."
"Then why..." He looked away. "Why do I have this pain, this emptiness, this coldness inside?"
"Let me warm you." Cecil pulled his dear friend near, slid back the helmet from his head before Kain could protest.
The dragoon's eyes widened when their lips met, but to Cecil's surprise, Kain's fingers twined in the sleeves of his kingly robes, dug into the muscles beneath. Locked in each others arms, they grappled their way out of the hall and into one of the castle's many empty bedrooms.
Kain had robbed him of his clothes before he'd gotten much further than the buckles that held the lower extremities of the dragoon's armor on. Before Cecil could protest, Kain was on his knees and had taken the king's erection in his hands. In his eagerness, he sucked the length into his mouth. In his gentleness, he took the king's balls into his hands, pressed gently behind them until Cecil cried out in pleasure and his cock quivered in Kain's mouth.
When his legs grew weak, Kain supported him, kept him upright--barely--as his mouth stroked up and down Cecil's shaft. The king came with a shudder, unloading in his friend's mouth and spilling sticky warmth onto his chin.
He still quivered when he withdrew, not quite limp, but not quite as rigid as he was before. Still, his body longed for Kain, longed to share more than friendship with the man who had been more than his right hand, closer than a brother, for so many years.
With trembling hands, he raised his lover from the floor, stripped him of his remaining armor, showered him with kisses, traced his scars with bold fingers. When the dragoon's length wet his fingers, Cecil turned and presented himself, willing and trusting, years of friendship over months of deceit.
Kain teased him, readied him, before burying his cock into Cecil's ass. The king tensed at first thrust, grunted in pain as he grasped the foot rail on the bed. But, he planted himself and relaxed, a deep breath calming him while the dragoon's now gentle thrusts built pleasure in his groin again.
His erection bobbed, painful between his legs. Cecil took himself in one hand while Kain pushed slower, deeper, until the warmth of his body pressed against the king's back. His movements grew more desperate, while Cecil pumped himself in rhythm with the dragoon's tiny thrusts.
They came together, Kain exploding inside him while the king spilled into his own hand and onto the floor. They sank to the floor, at the foot of the bed, the dragoon sliding free while the king turned to gather him into his arms.
How long they sat there, Cecil wasn't sure, but wrapped in each other's warmth, they took strength from one another until, when the shadows grew long and the day waned, the king kissed his friend on the forehead and pulled him to his feet.
"It's time we find Rosa," he said in a clear voice. "She'll be worried."
"What if she..."
"She'll be as glad to see you," Cecil returned as he gathered his clothes, "as I. We've waited for you, longed for you, known you could make us complete."
The king watched as Kain slipped into his breeches and pulled his tunic over his head. But, the armor he left in a pile just inside the door. His hand, he offered to Cecil. With a smile, he admitted, "I never knew it could be like this."