Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 11 Mar 2011
Summary: 07 February 2000 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: venial, adjective;
1. Capable of being forgiven; not heinous; excusable; pardonable.
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 hadn't been particularly thrilled by Cecil's request to use his sword on the dragoon for once, because he'd thought that the smaller knight had liked what he'd been doing but he'd apparently been completely misguided and Cecil was just putting up with it for his sake. Which was not only disheartening, but also pretty damaging to the blonde's pride as a man, to know that he was not satisfying his lover. To soothe his wounded ego, the older knight took to trying out different things, adding a bit of spontaneity to their intimacy along with changing positions and locations. He wasn't going to give up until he'd exhausted his resources, wasn't going to accept defeat gracefully in this instance.

Once the dragoon had literally taken the younger man against every surface, save the ceiling, in every room inside of the royal chambers, he could conclude at least a few things. First, although Cecil liked facing him during sex more than being taken from behind, he actually got more pleasure during intimacy when Kain was at his back. Second, there was a particular angle that caused Cecil to mewl and whinny and tighten around the blonde's spear in a desperate attempt to keep him right where he was. Third, when he was submerged deep enough into his lusts, Cecil had a hard time swallowing without choking, so he'd drool a bit. Fourth, Cecil's eyes teared up and he'd cry when he was getting very close to his climax. Fifth, after being worked over thoroughly enough, Cecil trembled with the aftershocks of his release and couldn't support his own weight for several minutes as he recovered. Sixth, and perhaps the most important of all, Cecil achieved his end regardless of having attention lavished to his manhood. Kain felt better from his conclusions, because they proved that he wasn't a poor lover.

Yet Cecil still brought up wanting to be between his legs, which Kain hardly understood. There was nothing apparently lacking in their interactions, so why did the paladin wish to change the dynamic? He didn't want to ask, though, because that would be insulting to them both, especially since Cecil was, regardless of all else, still a man who had pride in himself. It took a bit on his part, but the dragoon had mentally muddled through a good enough reason to accept and allow another between his legs; then, he'd at least better understand what Cecil got out of their joining.

It was... different, feeling another inside of him. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly good. For the most part, anyway. There were occasional flashes of intense pleasure, but it felt mostly mediocre to him. This couldn't be all that Cecil felt, though, because he'd reached his peak on more than one occasion with zero attention given to his sword. Maybe the younger knight was just bad at being the aggressor, for all the blonde knew. But men had kind of an innate skill at this, didn't they? At least, the dragoon had never gotten any complaints.

Knowing what he did, the only logical conclusion was that Cecil was simply built to be speared and Kain was not. The dragoon didn't want to wound Cecil's ego any more than necessary, though, so he honestly hoped that he would find his release without a great deal of extra effort.