Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 17 Jun 2011
Summary: 29 September 2000 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Ceodore, Kain, Cecil x Rosa/Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: officious, adjective;
1. Marked by excessive eagerness in offering services or advice where they are neither requested nor needed; meddlesome.
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 loved his son with all of his heart, and he would do anything for the boy, but Cecil swore that he would kill Ceodore if the brat ruined his evening one more time. The half-blood lunarian king had spent the vast majority of his life a celibate man, much to his own displeasure, but he would not force himself upon his wife if she was unwilling, and she was often unwilling for stretches of multiple months at a time. When Kain had returned, Cecil was ecstatic to see his old friend; although he had clearly been through hardships, the dragoon had aged exceptionally well. However, within a matter of days, the paladin became aware of a heretofore unrealized danger – he was attracted to his best friend. Cecil had never in all of his years betrayed his wife, no matter how he wished for intimacy. For all that he had held firm thus far, though, the king had become terribly weak from the first moment that Kain showed signs of interest.
Cecil knew he wanted desperately to give in, but he couldn't be so horrible to his wife, couldn't hide something so vast from her. Rosa was... not pleased, per se, but she was accepting when he approached her. Clearly she was aware of his own nature and desire for physical involvement, and the white mage was kind enough to return with a response to his confession within days. As long as it was Kain and Kain alone, Cecil was allowed to share intimacy outside of his marriage. Given his wife's blessing, the paladin had been perfectly unresisting the next opportunity he'd had to interact with his dragoon. It seemed that Kain may have been suffering from the same struggle against celibacy, because they'd pawed at one another as though they were both dogs in heat, and it was a mixed blessing that they'd been armored at the time. They had been outside under a tree during a walk when the simmering desire bubbled up into an uncontrollable eruption of lust, and both of them fumbled desperately to remove what armor was within reach, not even aware of the fact that they were outside in the midst of their surging passions; there was no doubt, upon reflecting on the moment, that they would have given completely in right then and there had they been left alone any longer. However, Ceodore had spotted them in the distance and called to them, saving them both the embarrassment of being a spectacle.
The very next day, Cecil had deliberately not worn his armor, however, and his newly reinstated guard had taken a keen interest in that fact for the entirety of the day. They'd had two false starts in the throne room, and both times Ceodore hadn't bothered to knock or pause to be announced before he'd barged in. The second time, Kain had already tugged Cecil's pants halfway down his thighs and the paladin's only saving grace was the fact that the armored dragoon was between his body on the throne and any visitors that came to call. Fortunately, Ceodore hadn't managed to see enough at any point to realize what was happening, if the boy's rather vapid belief in the utter bullocks that Kain had fed him in the name of misdirection was anything to go by.
A week and a half later, and a good fifty more blundered opportunities down, Cecil had dutifully waited until the middle of the night, locked his chamber door, and fallen into passion with his dragoon on the plush royal bed when there was no one else awake to possibly interfere. After several blissful minutes of wholeheartedly attempting to swallow his blonde guard's tongue while caressing the man's angular body and grinding against his pelvis, emerald eyes caught sight of a flask of oil in Kain's hands. Cecil could barely remember to breathe as slick fingers teased against him, massaging into his skin intermittently from his neck down to his thighs. He readily returned the gesture in kind, wanting his dragoon to enjoy himself just as much. And then it so happened that Cecil heard his son's voice. For a few minutes he pretended that he hadn't heard, and since Kain did not pause it was safe to assume that he hadn't heard, so the paladin let the moment carry him. His dragoon's long fingers were kneading into his nether mouth by the time there was a knock at the chamber door, and Cecil whimpered as he heard his son call his name in question. If the boy wasn't dying, then Cecil was half certain that he'd make it happen before the night was out.