Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 11 Mar 2011
Summary: 01 February 2000 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil, implied Kain x Rosa
Author Notes: rebarbative, adjective;
1. Serving or tending to irritate or repel.
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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He didn't remember how he'd gotten into this position, into this situation, but Kain couldn't get his mind to tell him to stop. He spent all of his time with his younger friends, the first generation heiress and the bloodless prince, and at the end of the day Rosa went home to her mother while Cecil went to his room in the west tower of the castle while Kain was left to his own generously supplied room in the castle barracks until he felt ready to return to his family home. During winters Kain tended to stay with Cecil, and had done so for the past ten years ever since his parents had died. It wasn't winter now, but he was in Cecil's room, in Cecil's bed, in Cecil. The body beneath him was hot and wet and perfect, and his younger friend moaned and shivered and spread his legs wider to the invasion in incoherent ecstasy. He didn't even know why he was glutting himself on Cecil; he was in love with Rosa, after all. But Cecil's body was soft and curved just so, and he acted so much like a princess that it was confusing. Kain was in heaven regardless, although the specifics of why and how were lost on him, and he was seconds from releasing himself inside of the clearly needy body beneath him.
The sun cut through the heavy drapes at just the angle necessary to flash over the blonde's eyes and he flinched. It was the middle of the night, why was the sun out? Groggy, Kain sat up and brought his hand up to shield his eyes. Promptly realizing that he was alone in his own bed and had been asleep, the blonde let loose the most vehement string of curses he knew. His mind was playing some kind of terrible trick on him and the sun had ruined everything and now he was going to be staring at his best friend's round backside all day while thinking absolutely obscene thoughts and he was still hard as stone and life wasn't fair.