Final Fantasy IV (Cecil/Rosa/Kain)
Aug. 26th, 2007 12:40 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
queenoftheskies.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
kinkfestTitle: When It Rains, It Pours
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic m/f/m sex
Word count: 3,059
Summary: Cecil, Rosa, and Kain spend a night together in a barn during a rain storm.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Rosa/Kain: Threesome - taking shelter in a barn during a thunderstorm.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
When It Rains, It Pours
The rain hadn’t let up for three days and Cecil was beginning to think they couldn’t take any more. It was bad enough to march through the rain wearing armor, but when the cold rain managed to seep beneath it until it soaked the clothes you wore beneath, the march quickly turned into one distraction after another. Especially when you were traveling with a civilian.
Not that any of us are civilians any more.
Not only had they marched in the rain, they’d eaten soggy provisions that had begun molding even before the rain set in, and slept in it, though none of them had gotten much sleep on the muddy ground with cold, wet clothes clinging to their shivering bodies.
To top it all off, he hadn’t missed Kain’s tortured glare every time Rosa pressed herself close in hopes of leeching warmth from Cecil’s body. She didn’t even seem to mind his armor any more which told him she was looking for a lot more than warmth. Right now, he didn’t even have any real comfort he could offer her. Nothing more than an arm wrapped around her shoulders and his cloak, which he hoped would help stave off the harder rainfall, even though it was just as soaked as the rest of their clothes.
He was beginning to wonder if the rain was one of Golbez’s spells, if that was the reason the rivers had swollen and the ground had turned to nothing more than mud. Crops were rotting in the fields they passed. Even the monsters that had grown so prevalent in the forests and plains had grown infrequent. Maybe they had one blessing to thank his cursed brother for.
Cecil ran one hand through his hair, brushing the strings of blond back from his face and wringing the excess water from the ends. He was beginning to wonder if there were any dry, warm places left on the face of the planet. It was tempting to search for a cave, a dry place they could start a fire and thaw out before they continued their journey. It wasn’t like they were going to make their rendezvous on time even if they kept going.
He ventured a sidelong glance at Kain, knowing what his one-time friend and comrade would say if he suggested stopping. The Dragoon was still so mired in military tradition that he’d insist they continue to march until they dropped, even if Rosa was counted a casualty with them.
Kain turned suddenly, as if he’d felt Cecil’s eyes on him. “What?” he challenged, his expression dark.
Cecil shook his head. He didn’t want to go there. So, he wrapped his arm more tightly around Rosa and trudged forward. Sometimes, he hated being leader. When he’d been a Dark Knight and worked for the king, there was always someone else giving commands and making decisions. Now that he was a paladin, he was responsible for what happened. He got to take the blame for all the mistakes they made.
Rosa stumbled, dragging him to one side. He was able to keep his feet and draw her back to hers, but only just barely. She’d taken the weather conditions worse than Kain and him, weakening a little more every day. In spite of that, she’d never complained and had continued to trudge along at his side.
A monster rose up before them, a blur in the heavy rain. It wasn’t until the sapphire wings beat the air and the maw opened to spew flame that they saw it for what it was: a dragon.
“Watch out!” Cecil grabbed Rosa as he freed his sword, shoving her behind him, raising his shield to deflect the attack. “Keep your head down.”
Flames deflected by his shield fanned out around them, never touching them, though the heat rose until he felt like he was breathing fire into his lungs.
Rosa flung herself out from behind cover, casting wall before he could stop her.
“It won’t work against this thing,” he insisted. “Can you haste me? Then Kain?” His eyes searched the twilight for his former best friend. “That’s our best bet.” His attention returned to her, to the fear in her eyes, to her trembling body and water-logged robes. His voice softened. “Do you have enough magic left?
She bobbed her head.
“Good.” Wrapping one arm around her, he maneuvered her to the safety of a stout oak. “If it doesn’t see you, it won’t attack. Stay here.”
“Cecil…”
She was going to protest again, remind him that she wasn’t helpless. And, while he’d learned that after she’d followed him into battle, she was already far more drained than he and Kain. For once, he needed her to listen, to follow instructions and not interfere. If they made it out of this battle alive, he’d come clean, tell he the truth about how much he loved her and how much value she really was to the team.
A blue spark caught his peripheral vision. A moment later the tingle of magic caught his armor and glistened before being absorbed through the metal and into his body beneath it. The burst of energy sparked him to lunge. It wouldn’t last long, but he should be able to get in three or four good attacks before he fell weak. The after effects of the spell could often be severe, but he couldn’t let himself think of that. He and Kain had to defeat that thing before the spell wore off.
The dragon roared, an angry bellow, shaking its head as it staggered sideways. Kain landed, sweeping his pike to one side, holding it parallel with his outstretched arm, ready to strike again. The spell captured him before he jumped and he vanished, though Cecil knew it was merely the effect of the spell, and that Kain had sped up faster than his eyes could see.
There was no more time to worry about the dragoon as he met the monster head on, burying his sword deep in the dragon’s shoulder. If he could disable it, cripple it, Kain would be able to strike from above and hopefully deliver a killing blow.
It struck before he realized it had moved; its huge spiked tail swung around to strike him in the side, throwing him from the battle before he had a chance to free his sword or shield himself with magic. He knew from the crack of bones and the squeal of metal that unless his friends found him fast, there was little chance he’d survive.
His last thoughts were of Rosa and Kain, a prayer that they’d make it through the battle, that Kain would take her to safety, that the two of them—with him out of the way—would find happiness so great that neither would ever be alone again.
#
He never expected to wake, certainly not in relatively little pain and in the dry safety of what smelled like a barn. He lay in a bed of hay, soft beneath his bare back. Slowly, aware of every ache and pain that lanced through his body, he pushed himself up onto one elbow to survey his surroundings.
It wasn’t until he was halfway into a sit that he heard the sound of soft sobbing. Rosa. Why was she crying? Kain?
His head swam as he rose into a squat. Pain erupted along his ribcage and spread into his chest. He recognized it: the pain of healing. It meant that Rosa had tried to heal him and run out of magic. His body had been left to mend at an accelerated rate on its own.
If it hadn’t been for the rough post blocking off the stall in which he lay, Cecil could never have made it to his feet. Lightning flashed outside the high windows, followed a moment later by a crash of thunder that shook the barn. At least they’d found shelter, at least they could dry off and maybe even find food before they journeyed on.
He crept forward, following the sound of crying until he found her, hunched over Kain’s battered, bleeding body. “How the hell...what...Rosa, what happened?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, whirled to face him. “You shouldn’t be up.” She rose, hurried to his side. “You need to rest. I couldn’t...” She glanced back down at Kain. “He helped me carry you here and I didn’t know...I didn’t know he was hurt when I healed you. I’m out of magic and I can’t...I can’t...” She buried her face against him. “Cecil, I don’t know what to do.”
“Look around,” he ordered. “Search for food and potions and medical supplies.”
“But, this is just a barn. There’s no reason...”
“Where there’s a barn, there’s a house.”
She nodded, drying her eyes. “It’s in ruins.”
“Then I’ll search.”
Tears spent, she laid one hand on his chest--above the pain--and pressed him gently backwards. “I’ll go. You stay with Kain. See what you can do for him. I’ll...” She whirled, pulling the cowl of her wizard’s robe over her head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He watched her to the door before calling out, “Rosa?”
She turned, her expression hidden by the shadow of the cowl.
“Be careful.”
She nodded and then slipped out the door into the semi-darkness of early evening.
Cecil dropped into a crouch beside Kain, marveling that he was still alive with all the blood he’d lost. “Hang in there, my friend,” he whispered and set about peeling the dragoon out of his armor, one piece at a time.
The wound was an angry gash, still spilling blood against Kain’s too-pale skin. He had to keep his friend alive, couldn’t let him die. They’d been together too long to let little things like Rosa or Golbez or death come between them. There wasn’t any way he’d let Kain get out of life before they’d settled the differences between them.
By the time Rosa returned, he’d put together a makeshift bandage of Kain’s dragoon cloak and an assembly of belts and buckles that held on his dark armor. The pressure had stopped the bleeding, but couldn’t replace the blood the knight had already lost.
“I found an elixir,” she said, passing the crystal bottle to him with trembling hands. “And some food.” She set aside a loaf of hard bread and salted meat, wrapping them in the remains of a tattered cloth.
Her fingers were blue and cold where they touched. “You’re freezing.”
“Drink it,” she urged. “It’ll cure you and restore your magic. If you hurry, you can save him. Please, Cecil...”
“There’s enough here for both of us,” he insisted, uncorking the bottle. The liquid inside glowed, a powerful blue-white that captivated him. He took a gulp. It burned going down, filled his insides with warmth and fire that intensified his pain.
Shoving the bottle into Rosa’s hands, he ordered, “Drink some.” When she hesitated, his voice grew sharp. “Drink some or you’re going to die.” He hadn’t missed the signs of frostbite, nor the weakness of illness that had settled over her since the rain began.
Eyes wide with fear, she took a tiny swallow. Under Cecil’s urgings, she took another. Her color improved immediately, even as the paladin felt himself grow stronger. He snatched the bottle from her and upended the remainder into Kain’s mouth.
“I can help,” Rosa offered, joining him when Cecil moved toward the dragoon.
He nodded, studying her from the corner of his eye before he allowed her to extend her hands toward Kain. She looked stronger, her cheeks rosy, her fingers steady. Above all, she looked more confident than he’d seen her in a long time.
He echoed that confidence, he realized, and just before she laid hands on Kain, he captured her closest and squeezed it, watching her face light at his touch. Together, they healed the dragoon, repairing the damage done to his body, while the elixir strengthened him and repaired what they could not.
When Kain’s breathing settled into the regular rhythm of sleep, they laid down beside him, Rosa between him and Kain, wrapped in the warmth of the straw. He lay there long after her breathing had settled, listening to the rain pounding on the barn roof. In spite of the occasional flash of lightning or the crash of thunder, Cecil settled into a deep sleep, devoid of monsters, filled with thoughts of Rosa that teased him the rest of the night.
#
Cecil woke just before dawn, not surprised to find Kain up, sitting in a crouch a few feet away. He peered into the near darkness of the barn, his expression unreadable, the wound in his abdomen nothing more than a faint scar.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, checking Rosa before he rose.
“You did this?” Kain asked, nodding down at the scar.
“We both did.” He settled down beside the dragoon.
Kain grunted.
“How long have you loved her?” Cecil’s eyes dropped back to Rosa, stirring lightly in the hay.
“What kind of question is...”
Cecil grabbed his arm, blocked the blow Kain threw with his other hand. “You want to fight? I’ll give you a fight.”
“She could have been mine,” Kain moaned, “but she chose you when you didn’t even realize she existed.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true.” Kain jerked free.
Before he could lunge, Rosa knelt between them, one hand settled on his arm while the other dropped to Kain’s knee. “We need to get out of these wet clothes and get warm. There are no more elixirs. We can’t take a chance on getting sick.”
As if to reiterate her point, she shrugged out of her robe and then peeled off her wet clothing one layer at a time until she knelt between them, naked. It was easy to see that Kain’s reaction to her luscious curves was the same as his, but that only served to make him want to pound Kain into pulp even more.
Before he could act, she leaned forward, taking his face between her hands. She kissed him, her tongue lingering against his lips, while her hands dropped to unfasten the belt at his trousers. She disrobed him easily and then turned to Kain. With a glare Cecil’s direction, he submitted willingly, running one hand up Rosa’s arm when he crouched, naked, beside her.
Cecil sprang forward, but she stopped him with a hand against his chest. Kain’s fingers crawled toward her shoulder, then down toward her breast. She shoved his hand away, wagging her head.
“Not until the two of you kiss and make up.”
#
Cecil was never quite sure how it started, though he couldn’t forget the pressure of Kain’s mouth against his. One moment they were kissing, the next minute they were sharing Rosa, each one latched onto one of her breasts. Back arched, moans of delight slipping from her lips, she reached for them and took each one of them in hand.
Her touch was firm, but gentle, stroking and urging until Cecil felt like he’d pop. Her hand slid to the base of his cock, then back to cup his balls in the center of her soft palm. One squeeze sent enough of a thrill through his cock that it twitched; the second sent a burst of pleasure into his groin, tensing him, tying muscles into knots.
She sat up suddenly, fingers in his hair. His tongue teased the taunt nipple beneath his lips before he abandoned the breast, working his way up to her lips. She took his hand and guided him until he found his fingers wrapped around Kain’s cock. He marveled at the feel of it, soft skin stretched over hard throbbing tissue.
The dragoon gasped, losing his grip on Rosa’s breast. His fists clenched; he gasped as Cecil’s touch grew bolder, his strokes longer.
Rosa’s fingers dropped between her legs, rubbing in tiny, deliberate circles. Cecil straddled her, releasing his grip on Kain’s cock. The second he slid into her, Kain moved around behind him, hands gripping the paladin’s hips before his cock presented at Cecil’s behind.
Rosa tightened around him and, as he thrust, Kain slid inside him. It was all Cecil could do to keep from crying out as every nerve in his body screamed in pain or pleasure. Burying his cock deep inside Rosa countered the pain of Kain’s cock probing deeper inside him and yet, he could not deny the pleasure he derived from the penis sliding in and out of him.
The white mage bucked against him while Kain rode him from behind. Caught between them, Cecil felt the thrill of victory when the three of them climaxed in swift succession, one after another, each reverberating through the other until it was impossible to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.
They fell to the barn floor, exhausted, Cecil on one side of Rosa, Kain on the other. For long moments, they didn’t move. While the last vestiges of pleasure sparked throughout his body, Cecil enjoyed the warmth of Rosa beside him, the sound of rain pelting on the barn roof.
“Rain sounds harder,” he murmured at last.
Rosa snuggled against him. “Uh-huh.”
“Doesn’t sound like it’ll let up today,” Kain offered.
Cecil closed his eyes. “Uh-uh.”
“Shame.” Kain spooned himself in behind Rosa.
She shifted between them. “Uh-huh.”
Cecil’s hand roamed over the curve of Rosa’s butt until he found Kain’s penis, just beyond. “I wonder what it would be like if we changed places.”
Rosa tackled him with a giggle, rolling him onto his back. “I get to be on top this time.”
“I’m on the bottom next time,” Kain called.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Rosa slid slowly down Cecil’s body until she sat between his legs.
Her breath felt warm against his cock. It wasn’t long until he was ready. But, a shadow fell between them and when the paladin looked up, he found Kain straddling his chest.
“Open up,” the dragoon said with a grin.
Before Cecil could protest, the dragoon had bent to press his lips to the paladin’s. As the first shudder of pleasure lanced through his body, Cecil gasped and took Kain’s tongue into his mouth.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic m/f/m sex
Word count: 3,059
Summary: Cecil, Rosa, and Kain spend a night together in a barn during a rain storm.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Rosa/Kain: Threesome - taking shelter in a barn during a thunderstorm.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
When It Rains, It Pours
The rain hadn’t let up for three days and Cecil was beginning to think they couldn’t take any more. It was bad enough to march through the rain wearing armor, but when the cold rain managed to seep beneath it until it soaked the clothes you wore beneath, the march quickly turned into one distraction after another. Especially when you were traveling with a civilian.
Not that any of us are civilians any more.
Not only had they marched in the rain, they’d eaten soggy provisions that had begun molding even before the rain set in, and slept in it, though none of them had gotten much sleep on the muddy ground with cold, wet clothes clinging to their shivering bodies.
To top it all off, he hadn’t missed Kain’s tortured glare every time Rosa pressed herself close in hopes of leeching warmth from Cecil’s body. She didn’t even seem to mind his armor any more which told him she was looking for a lot more than warmth. Right now, he didn’t even have any real comfort he could offer her. Nothing more than an arm wrapped around her shoulders and his cloak, which he hoped would help stave off the harder rainfall, even though it was just as soaked as the rest of their clothes.
He was beginning to wonder if the rain was one of Golbez’s spells, if that was the reason the rivers had swollen and the ground had turned to nothing more than mud. Crops were rotting in the fields they passed. Even the monsters that had grown so prevalent in the forests and plains had grown infrequent. Maybe they had one blessing to thank his cursed brother for.
Cecil ran one hand through his hair, brushing the strings of blond back from his face and wringing the excess water from the ends. He was beginning to wonder if there were any dry, warm places left on the face of the planet. It was tempting to search for a cave, a dry place they could start a fire and thaw out before they continued their journey. It wasn’t like they were going to make their rendezvous on time even if they kept going.
He ventured a sidelong glance at Kain, knowing what his one-time friend and comrade would say if he suggested stopping. The Dragoon was still so mired in military tradition that he’d insist they continue to march until they dropped, even if Rosa was counted a casualty with them.
Kain turned suddenly, as if he’d felt Cecil’s eyes on him. “What?” he challenged, his expression dark.
Cecil shook his head. He didn’t want to go there. So, he wrapped his arm more tightly around Rosa and trudged forward. Sometimes, he hated being leader. When he’d been a Dark Knight and worked for the king, there was always someone else giving commands and making decisions. Now that he was a paladin, he was responsible for what happened. He got to take the blame for all the mistakes they made.
Rosa stumbled, dragging him to one side. He was able to keep his feet and draw her back to hers, but only just barely. She’d taken the weather conditions worse than Kain and him, weakening a little more every day. In spite of that, she’d never complained and had continued to trudge along at his side.
A monster rose up before them, a blur in the heavy rain. It wasn’t until the sapphire wings beat the air and the maw opened to spew flame that they saw it for what it was: a dragon.
“Watch out!” Cecil grabbed Rosa as he freed his sword, shoving her behind him, raising his shield to deflect the attack. “Keep your head down.”
Flames deflected by his shield fanned out around them, never touching them, though the heat rose until he felt like he was breathing fire into his lungs.
Rosa flung herself out from behind cover, casting wall before he could stop her.
“It won’t work against this thing,” he insisted. “Can you haste me? Then Kain?” His eyes searched the twilight for his former best friend. “That’s our best bet.” His attention returned to her, to the fear in her eyes, to her trembling body and water-logged robes. His voice softened. “Do you have enough magic left?
She bobbed her head.
“Good.” Wrapping one arm around her, he maneuvered her to the safety of a stout oak. “If it doesn’t see you, it won’t attack. Stay here.”
“Cecil…”
She was going to protest again, remind him that she wasn’t helpless. And, while he’d learned that after she’d followed him into battle, she was already far more drained than he and Kain. For once, he needed her to listen, to follow instructions and not interfere. If they made it out of this battle alive, he’d come clean, tell he the truth about how much he loved her and how much value she really was to the team.
A blue spark caught his peripheral vision. A moment later the tingle of magic caught his armor and glistened before being absorbed through the metal and into his body beneath it. The burst of energy sparked him to lunge. It wouldn’t last long, but he should be able to get in three or four good attacks before he fell weak. The after effects of the spell could often be severe, but he couldn’t let himself think of that. He and Kain had to defeat that thing before the spell wore off.
The dragon roared, an angry bellow, shaking its head as it staggered sideways. Kain landed, sweeping his pike to one side, holding it parallel with his outstretched arm, ready to strike again. The spell captured him before he jumped and he vanished, though Cecil knew it was merely the effect of the spell, and that Kain had sped up faster than his eyes could see.
There was no more time to worry about the dragoon as he met the monster head on, burying his sword deep in the dragon’s shoulder. If he could disable it, cripple it, Kain would be able to strike from above and hopefully deliver a killing blow.
It struck before he realized it had moved; its huge spiked tail swung around to strike him in the side, throwing him from the battle before he had a chance to free his sword or shield himself with magic. He knew from the crack of bones and the squeal of metal that unless his friends found him fast, there was little chance he’d survive.
His last thoughts were of Rosa and Kain, a prayer that they’d make it through the battle, that Kain would take her to safety, that the two of them—with him out of the way—would find happiness so great that neither would ever be alone again.
#
He never expected to wake, certainly not in relatively little pain and in the dry safety of what smelled like a barn. He lay in a bed of hay, soft beneath his bare back. Slowly, aware of every ache and pain that lanced through his body, he pushed himself up onto one elbow to survey his surroundings.
It wasn’t until he was halfway into a sit that he heard the sound of soft sobbing. Rosa. Why was she crying? Kain?
His head swam as he rose into a squat. Pain erupted along his ribcage and spread into his chest. He recognized it: the pain of healing. It meant that Rosa had tried to heal him and run out of magic. His body had been left to mend at an accelerated rate on its own.
If it hadn’t been for the rough post blocking off the stall in which he lay, Cecil could never have made it to his feet. Lightning flashed outside the high windows, followed a moment later by a crash of thunder that shook the barn. At least they’d found shelter, at least they could dry off and maybe even find food before they journeyed on.
He crept forward, following the sound of crying until he found her, hunched over Kain’s battered, bleeding body. “How the hell...what...Rosa, what happened?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, whirled to face him. “You shouldn’t be up.” She rose, hurried to his side. “You need to rest. I couldn’t...” She glanced back down at Kain. “He helped me carry you here and I didn’t know...I didn’t know he was hurt when I healed you. I’m out of magic and I can’t...I can’t...” She buried her face against him. “Cecil, I don’t know what to do.”
“Look around,” he ordered. “Search for food and potions and medical supplies.”
“But, this is just a barn. There’s no reason...”
“Where there’s a barn, there’s a house.”
She nodded, drying her eyes. “It’s in ruins.”
“Then I’ll search.”
Tears spent, she laid one hand on his chest--above the pain--and pressed him gently backwards. “I’ll go. You stay with Kain. See what you can do for him. I’ll...” She whirled, pulling the cowl of her wizard’s robe over her head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He watched her to the door before calling out, “Rosa?”
She turned, her expression hidden by the shadow of the cowl.
“Be careful.”
She nodded and then slipped out the door into the semi-darkness of early evening.
Cecil dropped into a crouch beside Kain, marveling that he was still alive with all the blood he’d lost. “Hang in there, my friend,” he whispered and set about peeling the dragoon out of his armor, one piece at a time.
The wound was an angry gash, still spilling blood against Kain’s too-pale skin. He had to keep his friend alive, couldn’t let him die. They’d been together too long to let little things like Rosa or Golbez or death come between them. There wasn’t any way he’d let Kain get out of life before they’d settled the differences between them.
By the time Rosa returned, he’d put together a makeshift bandage of Kain’s dragoon cloak and an assembly of belts and buckles that held on his dark armor. The pressure had stopped the bleeding, but couldn’t replace the blood the knight had already lost.
“I found an elixir,” she said, passing the crystal bottle to him with trembling hands. “And some food.” She set aside a loaf of hard bread and salted meat, wrapping them in the remains of a tattered cloth.
Her fingers were blue and cold where they touched. “You’re freezing.”
“Drink it,” she urged. “It’ll cure you and restore your magic. If you hurry, you can save him. Please, Cecil...”
“There’s enough here for both of us,” he insisted, uncorking the bottle. The liquid inside glowed, a powerful blue-white that captivated him. He took a gulp. It burned going down, filled his insides with warmth and fire that intensified his pain.
Shoving the bottle into Rosa’s hands, he ordered, “Drink some.” When she hesitated, his voice grew sharp. “Drink some or you’re going to die.” He hadn’t missed the signs of frostbite, nor the weakness of illness that had settled over her since the rain began.
Eyes wide with fear, she took a tiny swallow. Under Cecil’s urgings, she took another. Her color improved immediately, even as the paladin felt himself grow stronger. He snatched the bottle from her and upended the remainder into Kain’s mouth.
“I can help,” Rosa offered, joining him when Cecil moved toward the dragoon.
He nodded, studying her from the corner of his eye before he allowed her to extend her hands toward Kain. She looked stronger, her cheeks rosy, her fingers steady. Above all, she looked more confident than he’d seen her in a long time.
He echoed that confidence, he realized, and just before she laid hands on Kain, he captured her closest and squeezed it, watching her face light at his touch. Together, they healed the dragoon, repairing the damage done to his body, while the elixir strengthened him and repaired what they could not.
When Kain’s breathing settled into the regular rhythm of sleep, they laid down beside him, Rosa between him and Kain, wrapped in the warmth of the straw. He lay there long after her breathing had settled, listening to the rain pounding on the barn roof. In spite of the occasional flash of lightning or the crash of thunder, Cecil settled into a deep sleep, devoid of monsters, filled with thoughts of Rosa that teased him the rest of the night.
#
Cecil woke just before dawn, not surprised to find Kain up, sitting in a crouch a few feet away. He peered into the near darkness of the barn, his expression unreadable, the wound in his abdomen nothing more than a faint scar.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, checking Rosa before he rose.
“You did this?” Kain asked, nodding down at the scar.
“We both did.” He settled down beside the dragoon.
Kain grunted.
“How long have you loved her?” Cecil’s eyes dropped back to Rosa, stirring lightly in the hay.
“What kind of question is...”
Cecil grabbed his arm, blocked the blow Kain threw with his other hand. “You want to fight? I’ll give you a fight.”
“She could have been mine,” Kain moaned, “but she chose you when you didn’t even realize she existed.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true.” Kain jerked free.
Before he could lunge, Rosa knelt between them, one hand settled on his arm while the other dropped to Kain’s knee. “We need to get out of these wet clothes and get warm. There are no more elixirs. We can’t take a chance on getting sick.”
As if to reiterate her point, she shrugged out of her robe and then peeled off her wet clothing one layer at a time until she knelt between them, naked. It was easy to see that Kain’s reaction to her luscious curves was the same as his, but that only served to make him want to pound Kain into pulp even more.
Before he could act, she leaned forward, taking his face between her hands. She kissed him, her tongue lingering against his lips, while her hands dropped to unfasten the belt at his trousers. She disrobed him easily and then turned to Kain. With a glare Cecil’s direction, he submitted willingly, running one hand up Rosa’s arm when he crouched, naked, beside her.
Cecil sprang forward, but she stopped him with a hand against his chest. Kain’s fingers crawled toward her shoulder, then down toward her breast. She shoved his hand away, wagging her head.
“Not until the two of you kiss and make up.”
#
Cecil was never quite sure how it started, though he couldn’t forget the pressure of Kain’s mouth against his. One moment they were kissing, the next minute they were sharing Rosa, each one latched onto one of her breasts. Back arched, moans of delight slipping from her lips, she reached for them and took each one of them in hand.
Her touch was firm, but gentle, stroking and urging until Cecil felt like he’d pop. Her hand slid to the base of his cock, then back to cup his balls in the center of her soft palm. One squeeze sent enough of a thrill through his cock that it twitched; the second sent a burst of pleasure into his groin, tensing him, tying muscles into knots.
She sat up suddenly, fingers in his hair. His tongue teased the taunt nipple beneath his lips before he abandoned the breast, working his way up to her lips. She took his hand and guided him until he found his fingers wrapped around Kain’s cock. He marveled at the feel of it, soft skin stretched over hard throbbing tissue.
The dragoon gasped, losing his grip on Rosa’s breast. His fists clenched; he gasped as Cecil’s touch grew bolder, his strokes longer.
Rosa’s fingers dropped between her legs, rubbing in tiny, deliberate circles. Cecil straddled her, releasing his grip on Kain’s cock. The second he slid into her, Kain moved around behind him, hands gripping the paladin’s hips before his cock presented at Cecil’s behind.
Rosa tightened around him and, as he thrust, Kain slid inside him. It was all Cecil could do to keep from crying out as every nerve in his body screamed in pain or pleasure. Burying his cock deep inside Rosa countered the pain of Kain’s cock probing deeper inside him and yet, he could not deny the pleasure he derived from the penis sliding in and out of him.
The white mage bucked against him while Kain rode him from behind. Caught between them, Cecil felt the thrill of victory when the three of them climaxed in swift succession, one after another, each reverberating through the other until it was impossible to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.
They fell to the barn floor, exhausted, Cecil on one side of Rosa, Kain on the other. For long moments, they didn’t move. While the last vestiges of pleasure sparked throughout his body, Cecil enjoyed the warmth of Rosa beside him, the sound of rain pelting on the barn roof.
“Rain sounds harder,” he murmured at last.
Rosa snuggled against him. “Uh-huh.”
“Doesn’t sound like it’ll let up today,” Kain offered.
Cecil closed his eyes. “Uh-uh.”
“Shame.” Kain spooned himself in behind Rosa.
She shifted between them. “Uh-huh.”
Cecil’s hand roamed over the curve of Rosa’s butt until he found Kain’s penis, just beyond. “I wonder what it would be like if we changed places.”
Rosa tackled him with a giggle, rolling him onto his back. “I get to be on top this time.”
“I’m on the bottom next time,” Kain called.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Rosa slid slowly down Cecil’s body until she sat between his legs.
Her breath felt warm against his cock. It wasn’t long until he was ready. But, a shadow fell between them and when the paladin looked up, he found Kain straddling his chest.
“Open up,” the dragoon said with a grin.
Before Cecil could protest, the dragoon had bent to press his lips to the paladin’s. As the first shudder of pleasure lanced through his body, Cecil gasped and took Kain’s tongue into his mouth.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}