Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 29 May 2011
Summary: 14 June 1999 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: vexillology, noun;
1. The study of flags.
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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"This is the most inappropriate use of our country's symbol ever."
Kain grinned, not the least bit repentant as he rubbed his thumb against a fine-boned, milky white ankle, one of the only visible parts of his younger companion.
"It makes me feel patriotic."
As he spoke, the dragoon began trailing his hand up the sinewy, pale leg and consequently pushing aside the heavy fabric enfolding the smaller knight. Cecil blushed but hardly struggled, even though his words were a touch waspish.
"Patriotic? You're defiling our flag. How did you even get it down without anyone noticing?"
Snorting, the blonde rested his palm against the tender skin of his king's inner thigh and absorbed a bit of his warmth.
"The seamstress finished a new one. I wouldn't wrap you in anything so exposed to the elements."
Kain paused only a second before he leaned his head down close to Cecil's and leered.
"Besides, what isn't patriotic about admiring my country and my liege all at once?"
Huffing in what was meant to come across as exasperation but was made light by the warmth and amusement in emerald eyes, the younger knight shrugged an arm out of the heavy cloth and reached up to cup the side of Kain's face.
"You're utterly impossible."
Smiling in earnest, the blonde pressed a chaste kiss against vivid blue lips. There was no greater proof of a man's true thoughts than in his actions, and he knew very well how Cecil felt.