Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 30 May 2011
Summary: 27 August 2000 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Cecil x Rosa/Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: verisimilitude, noun;
1. The appearance of truth; the quality of seeming to be true.
2. Something that has the appearance of being true or real.
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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Kain had said that he had resolved his desire for Rosa, and Cecil was growing more and more confident of that statement as the dragoon's actions provided the proof. The blonde was a good man, and the young king was overjoyed that his best friend had finally returned after he had bettered himself. Then one day found Cecil pinned against a stone wall in a corridor of Baron's castle with his best friend's tongue halfway down his throat and he couldn't breathe, let alone do anything more complicated such as think. The next thing he knew, the paladin found himself squirming against the hand down the front of his trousers, surprised somehow by how big Kain's hands were even though he'd already known that fact. He should have resisted, should have done anything besides giving in, but his wife had not been willing to sleep with him even once since their son was born and, although Cecil respected Rosa and followed her wishes, he had been chaste for many years now and he would have humped air if it provided enough friction.
Helpless to the assault, the younger knight soon released inside of the other man's grip and sagged, still pinned between the dragoon and the wall. He was only half conscious as Kain released his claim on blue lips and brought his hand up to clean away the seed with his tongue, and the paladin did not resist being led through the halls to his own bed. It was a little surprising to be stripped and tucked in, and Cecil wondered about that up until the bed shifted as Kain settled in behind him and spooned into his back. Nothing else came of it just then, and the paladin relaxed after a time, not entirely certain of what any of this meant. Kain claimed that he had moved on, and the dragoon hadn't done anything to Rosa or even looked at her with a hint of lust in his chocolate eyes so he must have given up on her. It was just unexpected that moving on meant targeting all of his affections toward Cecil. More unexpected than that, perhaps, was the fact that the paladin actually rather appreciated the attention. His wife loved him, but their intimacy had long crumbled to nothing.