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I love the idea of Ike and Peach but haven't found a way to put them together. This is purely experimental and AU.
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Betting in Vain
"You couldn't lay a finger on her let alone chat it up with her,"
Ike, smirking and taking a sip of his drink, began his stumbling response, "Tahk? I kan tahk too annie gerls!"
Captain Falcon contracted the muscles in his arm to flex for nearby women who too readily eyed the famous racer. Sending them a kiss and a smile, the Captain heard not one word out his partner's mouth. When he suggested they take a welcoming break from training and brawling, he expected the warrior to be a difficult man to buzz. There was only one empty glass beside the warrior, while Captain's side of the table supported six.
Lifting his currently filled glass to make a toast gesture, he winked, "Take it easy, buddy, I'm not asking you to chat with a princess,"
Ike lost his sobering sanity through an outbreak of hysterical laughter. Captain gulped half of his strong drink, wondering if the bar wasn't a great choice for the young warrior. He scanned him from head to torso, the rest of his body being shielded by the table top, to see his limbs shake. Being who he was, daring and ever so curious, Captain found that he could make this a memorable night for his warrior pal.
"Say, about that princess thing,"
"Prinshess? I hayte royalty sluh—sluhts!"
"Woah, buddy, don't hurt yourself there," Captain leaned across the table to catch his tilting friend, "I know a princess who is quite the tough catch,"
"I kan win her ohvur in no tyme!" Ike caused gasps and shrieks in the bar as he lifted his sword in an angry chant.
Captain eased his riled company, "You can't be acting like a warrior all the time, and besides, I doubt you'll get near her tits,"
Ike scoffed in exaggeration, spitting out any liquor that lay on his lips. Captain held out an extended hand, awaiting for Ike to become a man and accept a vain bet. They hadn't discussed winnings for Captain decided to take advantage of his drunk friend and debate over his prizes in the morning. The champion racer never loses.
"I ill get pashed her sluhtty dresh!"
"That's right, buddy." Captain assisted Ike off his stool and out the bar.
The warrior insisted he could handle his tipsy self. Helping only when Ike was close to falling, the two men made it to Captain's car, starting the engine to head to the Smash Mansion. It was too late for any smasher to be up and Captain couldn't wait to see how Ike would approach the bet in his drunken state.
They stepped out as Captain lead Ike through the unlit hallways. He scanned every chamber door, searching for a particular name. Coming across a pink, decorated door, he grinned. He positioned Ike against the outer door frame, giving him quick motivation before knocking once and fleeing the scene. Ike shouted after his friend until an elegant blonde answered the door in a drowsy appearance.
Her curls were flatten from her tossing and turning, her loose night gown obscured all her royal curves, and her rosy cheeks told of an obvious embarrassment. Ike spit at the marble floors, catching the princess's attention.
"Ike? Are you okay?" She rubbed her eyes open, softly clutching the front of her night gown.
"Is ohay enuf to git in your bed?"
Ike's escalated response caused the awoken princess to stifle a gasp. Ike, drowned in the outcome of his little drinking, forgot all of his disgust of royalty. Insisting on the quickest way to climb into the princess's bed, Ike dropped his sword against the wall, pushing his way into the chamber. Passing the door and the princess's rejection, he tore her petite fingers off the handle. He shut the door as the night's shadows enveloped his hungry visage.
"Ike, what is it? What's happening!"
He roughly tucked a hand behind her head, pulling her lips toward his and allowing for her to smell the liquor with each hasty breath. She soon tasted liquor and saliva once his tongue ravished her mouth, his hands roaming her tired body. Pressing her hands against his chest, she held no strength to escape his kisses and unwanted attention.
He broke from her swollen lips to guide his tongue to her neck. The flesh was smooth, inviting, and the princess objected in quick whispers, unable to hide her moans once his teeth made to attack her weakness. Her fingers slowly rose from his chest to tangle into his hair, her mind becoming intoxicated by the scent of his breath.
She panted his name once, panting the name twice more when he lowered the straps of her gown along the silky skin of her arms. This affection, to accept and allow for the warrior to take advantage of her pleasure, was morally despised. She had a lover, one who adored her laughter more than her status. Her lover was brave, her savior, and loyal to their growing relationship.
The princess caught herself from betraying an honest love, "Stop it!"
Ike stumbled over the carpet of the room after a harsh push. His grumbling eyes and starving hands were motivated to continue, but the princess reacted with a rough slap. She slapped him once more when the action seemed to make his body shutter with more encouragement.
"You will not enter my chambers and take advantage of me!"
His words slurred, "Prinshish I jush wanna gif you what you want,"
She sent a warning finger his way, "You stay away from me! You're not being yourself, the alcohol is making you an animal!"
Preparing herself for anymore advances, she reached for a blunt object beside her. The lamp post would have to do. Ike raised a corner of his lips in a smirk, enjoying the feisty princess. Even in his influenced state, he couldn't help but feel entitled to show the princess what her boyfriend couldn't, and to let her hands sense what true honor and battling can cause to the male anatomy.
The lamp post came to a crashing path his way as he stepped closer, but he blocked its impact by catching it easily in his grasp. She fought to retract her weapon but the warrior's iron hold successfully left her without protection. At the chance of her vulnerability, he lunged like a cat, picking her up by her precious bottom to crush their bodies among the nearest wall.
Her legs instinctively embraced his waist, supporting herself from slipping out of his hold. Her beginning shouts were silenced by his heavy mouth. His delicate, yet wild lip motions were too indulging. They caressed her own, muting all but the sounds of her moans, and the ripping of her gown. Something about the taste of liquor from a bulky, masculine mouth added to her surrender.
Mario hadn't had the height to ram her wanting body against a wall to adore her lips and chest in the way her intruder had. Her loving plumber's face only reached up to her abdomen, leaving their encounters limited, as well as their positions. This new sensation of multiple heated body parts being touched and rubbed made the princess enjoy her treachery submission.
The warrior ran a grin across his face at the struggling gentle hands that desperately fumbled with his wear. He sent wet caresses of his tongue with each pull of his armor onto her collarbone, lifting the last bit of his gear before bearing nothing upon his trunk. Her curious hands flew along the veins of his biceps, the hard surface of his chest, and the bulging feel of his muscles.
All that rested on her figure was her clinging panties. Ike grabbed at her bottom once more, finding his way through the grey of the night and her eager biting to her bedroom. His brute persona called to drop her onto the sheets, but the delicate moans and rising of her chest called for a connected, slow fall onto the mattress. The decision made to increase the heat of the cold bed, the two lovers continuing their affair through panty and clothes removing to placing themselves in their desired position.
The princess had dared to glance at the flesh that would complete her heated core. He aided himself lower, pushing his hips closer, focusing on her pleading exhaling. Royal walls clenched down on his length, begging for the intense pleasurable vibration awaiting to come. Thrusting cautiously at first, the warrior could look nowhere else other than her closed eyes and creased forehead.
She begged in whispers, raising her voice as she pleaded for a sexier, faster rhythm, one he made no dejections to. Succumbing to the secrecy of their affair, he parted from her warmth, moving her to lay on her side to connect in a new position. This one position was undeniably her favorite. Her shattering screams drove the warrior to bruise and mark her skin. His name never sounded better than the way the princess moaned each syllable, making him do all he could to hear it once more.
Her bed covers did little to add any additional heat to their soaked bodies once he fell to her side, raising the covers over their heavy bodies. He buried his nostrils into her blonde mane, whispering encouraging phrases into her ear. He still roamed the body he stole from another, touching the area that emitted the most sounds. Rubbing her softly, until her moans became low and her body fell limp, he finally rose from her side. Dressing fully, he secured Ragnell in his hands before leaving her chambers.
Captain Falcon served himself a generous amount of scrambled eggs and toast, not forgetting his butter and cheese. Seeing Ike sitting lonesome, he made his way over to join his friend. For a drunken fool only hours before, Ike seemed undisturbed. He ate his serving of breakfast as he eyed a certain princess just entering the cafeteria.
Captain stuffed his face, talking after a gulping of his meal, "So, how are you feeling?"
Ike shrugged, "Pretty good,"
"Really?" Captain suspiciously questioned, "No vomiting... No headache?"
"Nah, just a bit of confusion,"
Captain now munched on his toast, "Confused about what?"
Ike leaned over the table, "You never did tell me what I'd get if I slept with the princess,"
Captain choked on his juice, hitting his chest to ease the fit of coughs. He slept through the night believing Peach to kick him out, and on a better note, that Ike would have no recollection of their bet. It was a vain bet but if Ike had successfully landed a night in her royal bed, then Captain Falcon found himself in a tough situation. Losing was not on his favorable list of closings to a bet.
"What bet? You were a drunk idiot!"
Ike arose from the table, knowing which direction he would head in as he passed a stunned Captain, "It takes more than two beers to get me drunk."
Maybe Mario needs a reaction, too.
Thank-you for reading and may you have a wonderful day and sweet dreams. Have an incredible last summer days before heading back to school!