Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 06 May 2011
Summary: 20 June 2000 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: importunate, adjective;
1. Troublesomely urgent; overly persistent in request or demand; unreasonably solicitous.
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 didn't actually plead, at least not verbally. But he was frighteningly close to doing so, as far as Cecil could tell. And the younger knight-in-training was a little perturbed by that, because his best friend was a highborn and never really had to ask. He could, technically, take whatever he wanted, as long as it was from a man of lower station. And Cecil, although a prince, was not royal by blood; Kain had every right to request something of him and the younger man would more than likely comply anyway because the blonde was his very best friend. But Kain had to ask something first, or at least make his desires clear, because Cecil could not for the life of himself figure out what the dragoon-in-training wanted.
But Kain was being pushy now, and kind of impatient, and the younger teen still had no idea what it was that the blonde even wanted in the first place. The adopted prince only somewhat regretted it when he found out, because it was horribly embarrassing and it was wrong. Men were supposed to be attracted to women, to join with them and create families, and Cecil wasn't a woman, regardless of the flak he received on a daily basis that implied otherwise due to his looks. Kain, who proclaimed a desire to have at least a dozen children of his own, wanted to join with the shorter teen, for whatever reason. Cecil couldn't understand it; there was no benefit to this pursuit.
Yet Kain persisted, and refused to accept a negative answer for such an extended length of time that the young prince slowly started to wear down. Would it really be so bad to allow Kain to see whatever it was that he was so interested in? Just once, just to get it out of his system, so that he would leave off on it and they could finally move passed that peculiar undercurrent in their relationship. Kain's stubborn insistence won out this time; Cecil would do whatever he wanted. Just this once.
Except, as Cecil came to discover as he lied in a sweaty pile of tangled limbs with the blonde half asleep on his chest, once would never be enough.