Touching on my Keyboard
Yes, I realise I have Circo De la Luna to update but come on! Can't a girl procrastinate on fandoms she doesn't own?
New story! Yay!
There were two things that she was.
She kept her secret hidden so deeply.
She had every good reason to hide her true self from the others as well. The whole mansion would despise her if they ever came to know that she was one of the many banes of their existence.
Her secret could harm her reputation and could destroy how some of the hot older men saw her. She could get her brother and herself kicked out of the vicinity permanently. There were so many wrong things about her secret; but she couldn't break her habit. So many times had she tried to break the addiction but she was hooked.
It was her sinful drug.
In the end, she just ended up trying to keep everyone as 'canon' as possible and 'in the dark' to keep her mind and some-what-guilty-conscious from tormenting her. It wasn't hard because often her squeals of delight drowned out anything telling her to stop.
She needed to have her secret. To watch it unfold as her fingertips created such a perfect, immoral piece of art. In addition to the praise, from the other shunned members of society, gave her; she loved working on it. She needed to make it. She had to look at it.
"You're quite flexible."
"I love you…" Marth mumbled, softly, averting his gaze, embarrassed.
"Then look me in the eyes and say it," Ike dared with a smirk. He knew the royal was capable- he'd looked into Marth's eyes and whispered those words while they made love countless times… and it never failed to remind him just why and how much he loved this little prince.
"…" his large blue orbs rose to meet his gaze, and the man's lids drooped as his eyes narrowed. "…I love you…"
"I love you," Ike replied, smiling, and leaning down, again, just as gently, locking lips with his princely lover.
After a few more passionate thrusts and a long kiss that seemed to last a lifetime, both men grunted and clung to one another as they came, quietly; each stifling their soft moans.
"…" Ike brushed Marth's bangs aside and kissed him, again; a gentle peck on the lips. He then pulled back, guiding his limp cock out of his lover and picking him up...
"Hey sis, it's Brawl time. Hurry up will you? Fox, Marth and Ike are waiting for us!" She jolted at the sound of her sibling's voice, but relaxed as she realised the call was from downstairs.
"Just a second!" she yelled as she saved the document and hid it in its usual file (labeled Yoshi's Amazing Original Ingredients). Picking up her mallet, she ran out the door and slid down the handrail.
"What took you? Why are you so happy?"
"Nothing and no reason," she smiled (proud for finishing so many hot paragraphs today) as they walked off together to a new, exciting fight.
Nana the Ice Climber was two things.
1. She was a *die-hard* Super Smash Brothers yaoi fangirl.
2. She was a smut fanfiction writer. The most terrorising creature in existence.
Why am I doing this story? Come on, we all know the real super smash bros would HATE yaoi fangirls should they ever meet them... so what if their most hated enemy was squealing in their own house? I like the idea of a smasher shipping other smashers. Interesting right? ^^
Review pleases :D Let's see how long Nana can hide her secret.