This chapter is chapter 20 of Love is Infinite.


Pit had never been bothered much by rain. Skyworld was above the clouds, so it wasn't always obvious it was raining below, unless there was a storm. Angel's wings were enchanted against chill, so even if he was out flying, it wasn't that bad - as long as he could change out of his clothing afterward and take a nice warm soak afterwards, of course.

He'd actually been looking forward to rain lately, since listening to it was a good way to unwind after a long day of doing whatever had to be done. From the comfort and safety of the temples, the sound of the clouds unloading was a soft, peaceful one. Thunder would not be a sign of potential danger, but a murmuring rumble that tickled his feet.

And yet, one day, he found the sound of the storm did not bring him comfort. It was a rough one, to be sure - the usual whisper of the rain sighed audibly through the halls, and he could feel the thunder through his sandals. Instead of feeling glad he was out of the elements, though, he worried.

Tip is probably stuck in his home with nothing to do...there's no way he could go outside with the weather like this.

And then Pit started worrying about all sorts of things - had Dark Pit been caught out in the rain before getting to shelter? Wasn't the cave kind of drafty? Just...was he alright?

Pit stared out of the temple grounds, past the golden wisps that made up the foundation of Skyworld, and out to the grumpy clouds beyond, currently unleashing their contents on the Overworld below. He couldn't leave his other alone at a time like this - not when the storm he usually enjoyed might cause someone else grief.

Communicating over such a long distance was tough, but it was still possible. Pit reached out and tapped the telepathic connection gently. Are you okay? Can I come over?

The answer took a while, but was clear. You can. Not sure why you'd want to.

I'll be there in a few minutes! Pit stood to find his goddess as soon as he sent that message. To his surprise, she was not by the scrying bowl, but rather in the garden, seated on a bench.

"Lady Palutena, can I go out?" he called out while approaching her.

Palutena turned towards him, hesitating for the briefest of seconds. "Of course you can. Are your sandals not working?"

"They should! I just wanted to make sure with you first."

She smiled, her emblem twinkling. "Thank you for doing that. Are you sure you want to go out, though? It's storming right now."

"That's exactly why I want to go out," Pit said with a flap of his wings. "Tip is probably cold and lonely right now, so I'm going to keep him company for a bit."

"Is that right," she said, closing her eyes. "You're off to comfort Tip, leaving me to suffer through the storm alone. I see how it is."

"I...but..."

"I'm joking, Pit. Do what you want to do," Palutena chuckled, gently tapping his nose. "And say hello to Tip for me."

"I will. Thanks," Pit said, leaning forward to give her a kiss. The gate was already set to send him near Dark Pit's coast when he reached it, and it only took a few minutes to wind up at the entrance to the cave home. He cleared his throat and peeked his head inside. "Can I come in? Anybody there?"

There was light, at least, and he heard shuffling at the sound of his voice. "If you want to stay out there, you're welcome to. Come in, I've got a fire going."

Dark Pit was sitting by the fire pit, a spare blanket draped over his shoulders. The majority of his tunic was drying on a rock nearby, and his hair looked a little damp. Despite this, he looked fairly calm and content, as far as his usual moods went.

"Your chiton will dry faster if you hang it somewhere," Dark Pit said after taking a look at how much Pit was dripping. "I can get you a sheet."

"Much appreciated," Pit said, putting down his parcel of food so he could pull off his wet clothes. When he was done, a roughly folded blanket lay next to Dark Pit. "Lady Palutena says hi, by the way!"

"That's nice of her. So, what's the occasion?" Dark Pit asked once Pit had taken a seat next to him.

"Nothing. Just wanted to keep you company."

Dark Pit turned towards the fire with a low tss noise, though it didn't seem malicious or resentful.

"I thought you might get bored waiting out the storm."

"So you brought...some burgers and cake," Dark Pit said, looking over to the parcel Pit had brought. "Your idea of entertainment is food?"

"Well, I don't really like doing much when it rains," Pit said, blinking against the lightning outside. "I was thinking of just...being with you. Existing."

"I do like existing," Dark Pit closed his eyes.

Pit leaned over to rub their cheeks together. Dark Pit's skin was cold, so Pit inched closer, so that their bodies touched.

"Getting cozy?" Dark Pit asked softly.

Pit made his way to Dark Pit's lap, turning to face the other angel and wrap his blanket around them both. "Now we're existing together!"

Dark Pit rumble-hummed and held Pit close to him. They were both still a little clammy from being out in the rain, but being so close together was warming them up quickly, especially when Pit started nuzzling the other angel.

"Do you want to eat first, or..."

"Shh. Only cuddles now."

"You? Refusing food? That's a first," Dark Pit arched an eyebrow, grinning. Pit silenced any further teasing with a quick kiss, which led to a whole series of kisses and nibbles.

Dark Pit tilted his head a bit, leaning his hips forward. Pit eeped in his throat quietly. Without as many clothes acting as barriers between them, it hadn't taken long for him to get worked up, especially with how close and hot Dark Pit's own excitement was against him.

There was silence, and there was a bit of a distant look in Dark Pit's eyes. It made Pit a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to get the other angel's attention, but Dark Pit wasn't responding to the little nudges that Pit was making against his shoulder.

"Sup," Pit said, fluttering his wings. "I got a boner."

Dark Pit's gaze went back in focus, and he made a slight sound, like quiet laughter. "I do too. 'Cause you're cute."

"You're cute too," Pit rested his forehead against Dark Pit's, sighing in relief. Getting aroused around his other, and having it be known, wasn't as scary or embarrassing as he had imagined it to be...especially since Dark Pit seemed to share his arousal.

"So is this only going to be cuddling, or..."

"I...I think I want a little more?" Pit said, swallowing audibly. They'd been playing with each other pretty often the past couple of days, and it seemed like the logical and timely next step. "Can we go slow?"

Dark Pit's eyes were bright and he bit at his own lip, but he seemed composed. "Clothes on?"

"Y-yeah." Other than the time at the hot spring, this was the least amount of clothes they had worn around each other, and Pit wasn't quite ready to shed any more.

"Hey! Relax," Dark Pit said, touching Pit's cheek. "There's plenty we can do without stripping."

"Like? Whoa," Pit said as Dark Pit lurched his hips forward. He hooked one arm around Pit's waist and used the other hand to cup Pit's butt. "Oh, okay. Yeah, this is good."

"Good as in, 'that's enough,' or as in 'keep going'?"

"What are you thinking for the keep going part?"

"It takes two to do it. You need to do your part too," Dark Pit nudged the other roughly. "Just move with me and I'll move with you. Hands off, just use your hips - nnh, that's it. You've got it." He growled into Pit's neck, giving his wings an unhurried flap. The dark angel radiated a feral happiness that was contagious - within moments, Pit was grinding against him with little huffs of his own. Dark Pit pushed Pit away a bit, so that they were both kneeling, and grabbed onto Pit's arms to steady himself as they rubbed against each other. Their movements were quick and hard - almost enough to knock each other over - but as long as they held onto each other and kept their stomachs tight, they could lose themselves in a heated rhythm.

The rain was still pouring outside, and the air around them was cold, but Pit flung his blanket off anyway, eager to watch what was giving him so much pleasure. For the most part, they frotted against the other's bare stomach, but sometimes, with one or the other bucking harder, they met each other head-on, and one angel would press his body against the other's so that they mashed flat against their bellies.

The two of them playfully stole breaths from each other with kisses on the face and neck, hips on autopilot. The rain and thunder nearly drowned out their murmurs and moans, but the weather was the furthest thing from their minds at the moment.

Dark Pit had to adjust his grip on Pit's arms to his waist, and the white-winged angel started at the touch. Dark Pit blinked for a few seconds, smoothing his hands experimentally, and this time he got a stifled giggle for his actions.

"That's...that tickles - hey! No fair!" Dark Pit was full-out tickling Pit now, wriggling his fingers around Pit's exposed sides, even up under his shirt. Pit retaliated with tickles of his own, going for the sensitive spot around the wings, but Dark Pit thrust hard against him, providing enough of a distraction to pin Pit to the floor. "That's...hah hah...that's dirty, you c-can't do that," Pit managed between laughs.

"Got you now," Dark Pit growled, straddling the other and moving his hands up towards Pit's underarms. The white angel's laughter spiked in volume at that, and he flailed his limbs about in an attempt to either get Dark Pit off of him or get back at him, neither of which worked.

Within seconds, Pit was a complete giggling mess, covering his eyes with his arm and trying to bat Dark Pit's fingers away with his free hand. "H-hey...knock it off...you're - haha!"

Pit's laughter was sweet, like music, and Dark Pit doubled his efforts to hear it even more. Having Pit under him, in his power, his body reacting so definitively with every stroke and touch...it was more than arousing, it was exquisite , even better than the frotting they were doing earlier.

"Please...stop...heh! En...enough, come on..." Pit's voice was hushed with lack of breath. Even his laughter had slowed down, though it didn't sound any less gratifying.

Dark Pit ached with the pleasure of it, and he almost wanted to pull off his shorts and start tickling Pit with his naked erection, marking him, hearing that laughter become moans of pleasure...

"Tip! I said stop! " Pit screamed, twisting his body with enough force to force Dark Pit onto the floor. It was enough to stun the dark angel completely and for the white-winged one to pull away into a little ball close to the fire.

I...what the hell was I doing? I fucked up? Dark Pit thought after a long moment of staring into the sandy floor. Then fear gripped his chest and he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Pit? Are you okay, buddy?"

Pit did not move from his ball. He wasn't crying, but his wings were pulled close and wrapped around to his body, as if shielding himself, which was almost worse. "I asked you to stop," he said, and he sounded genuinely hurt.

"I...I thought you were into it -"

" I told you to stop! "

"You were laughing, I thought you liked it..."

"You were tickling me, of course I was laughing!" Pit curled up even more.

The sound of the rain was almost deafening in the silence that followed. Dark Pit's insides felt molten, and he wanted to cut himself open to spare himself the discomfort. "Maybe...maybe you should go back. To Skyworld."

Pit didn't move for a moment. Then his wings opened up the tiniest bit. "I said I was going to keep you company."

"I hurt you," Dark Pit said. He wasn't sure he actually wanted Pit to change his mind or not.

"You did," Pit said, and those words were like a punch to Dark Pit's gut.

"But you...you don't want to leave."

Pit uncurled for a short moment, then retreated back into himself. "I need a minute, okay? I'll be fine. Please just...be quiet for a minute."

Dark Pit swallowed hard, looking down at his hands. He could very well be quiet, and he figured Pit needed some time to himself too. Still, Dark Pit poked into his room to fetch his quilt, which he draped gently over the white angel. It was a heavy woolen thing, something he kept for sad or cold nights, and he figured that its weight would help calm Pit down.

"Thanks," Pit said quietly.

Dark Pit kept a hand on the quilt, about where Pit's shoulder was. "I'm sorry for getting carried away. I mean it."

Pit turned and freed one arm to cover Dark Pit's hand with his own. He seemed like he was thinking about something, and his fingers flexed against Dark Pit's skin slightly.

"I liked what we were doing before, that was really great...and tickling is okay, it's kind of fun," Pit began, staring into the fire. "But I don't like it when there's too much of it? I have a hard time breathing..."

Dark Pit nodded his understanding.

"Just...just listen to me when I ask you to stop, is what I'm saying," Pit closed his hand around Dark Pit's. "You're rough, I get it. You play hard. Most of the time I'm into it. But I've got limits."

When Dark Pit didn't answer, Pit looked up at him and nudged him. "I won't ask you to stop often."

"But when you do, it's because you mean it."

"Yeah!"

Dark Pit stretched his wings - they were stiff from all the excitement and the stress he'd had. Pit wriggled around under the quilt, probably doing the same.

"Do you want to eat?" Dark Pit asked.

"Nah." Pit held his arms out. "Come on, it's warm here."

"You sure?" Dark Pit tipped his head. Pit smiled, smaller than most of his usual ones, but no less warm. Dark Pit wriggled under the quilt and hugged his other, keeping his hands still around Pit's waist.

"Yaaay!" Pit cheered softly, snuggling into Dark Pit's chest. "It was getting lonely in here."

"You wanted to keep me company. I figured I should do the same."

"Best bird boyfriend!"

Dark Pit made a face. "What, now you're catching on to the bird thing too?"

"Hah!" Pit grinned. "You're protesting the bird part, but not the boyfriend part?"

Dark Pit didn't have anything to say to that.

...It was kind of boring to just lie around, so Dark Pit ran his fingertips across his other's waist, tracing slow patterns on the skin. Pit's whole body tensed at the touch, but he soon relaxed when he realized he wasn't going to be tickled.

"That feels nice," Pit said.

Dark Pit hummed into his other's hair.

Pit started doing the same, but Dark Pit huffed and wriggled against the touch, so Pit settled for scratching at the base of the dark angel's wings instead. They stayed that way for a few minutes until a loud growl disturbed them.

"You and your stomach," Dark Pit sighed, getting up and reaching for the food parcel.

"Nooo, I want to keep cuddling!" Pit moaned dramatically, rolling on the floor.

"We can cuddle and eat at the same time. Sit up," Dark Pit said, handing Pit his food. Pit draped the quilt over him and sat close by, eating ravenously.

The storm outside calmed, though the rain lasted well into the night. By the time it had stopped, the angels were asleep, calmly curled in each other's grasp.