Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 29 Apr 2011
Summary: 08 June 2000 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain x Cecil x Rosa
Author Notes: moribund, adjective;
1. In a dying state; dying; at the point of death.
2. Becoming obsolete or inactive.
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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Cecil had been positively horrified by the "present" that he'd been given – he couldn't even be certain whether it was his wife or his guard who had crafted this embarrassment, and he was too ashamed to do anything beyond hide it as thoroughly as possible so that the servants might never come across it. He'd thought he'd basically done away with it, and had for the most part forgotten about it, and life went on. It had been nearly half a year before Kain had needed to go out on an extended mission, and it was an escort for Rosa to Fabul as part of an envoy, so Cecil was losing both of his beloved at once but had nevertheless wished them well. Still, it was uncomfortable to not have a warm body at his back to equal out the one at his front every night. He knew he missed his beloved, but there was nothing to be done about that and he'd just enjoy them all the more once they were back. But then he'd gone and gotten drunk one night while he was missing Kain and Rosa terribly, and he recalled the "present," and he was in an odd state where he was a bit too drunk to care but not too drunk for arousal. It was about the same size as Kain. The dragoon had been gone by now for over a month with Rosa. Cecil couldn't resist.
After drunkenly fumbling around to retrieve the smoothly polished, rounded-tip metal pole that was clearly meant to mimic his beloved's manhood, the paladin coated it in oil and then haphazardly smeared some against himself, anticipating the pleasure that he knew came from being filled. It wasn't quite right, but it hit a lot of the right spots anyway, and Cecil lied back in the middle of the royal bed and tried his utmost to mimic what Kain did to him. There was no way to achieve the proper force, although he could get the approximate angle if he contorted just so, and the young king gasped and moaned as he pleasured himself while he fantasized that it was his beloved spearing him. As drunk as he was, he didn't have the presence of mind to remove the false manhood from his insides after he'd driven himself to ecstasy, and instead passed out messily satisfied on top of the sheets. Only to wake up the following day with a brutal hangover and a mild pain in his backside. Embarrassed by his own perverse behavior, the paladin had promptly cleaned himself up and secretly secured the false manhood in a more difficult to reach place, and left it there while telling himself that it had been a drunken folly and he would never have done that otherwise. After a few more days, his beloved returned to him, and Cecil took special pleasure in their first night reunited. He didn't need fakes; the real thing was better anyway.