Expect the Unexpected
I waved goodbye to Pit, and made my way to my room. As I stepped into the hallway, I heard my stomach growl. Oh, right. That's why went in the kitchen in the first place. I gripped the area over my waist in order to stop my stomach's excessive noise-making. I was a few steps away from opening the door, when I heard Prince Marth squeal.
The utensils I had seen earlier, now sounded like they were being carelessly thrown to the ground. "Ike! N-Not with the cake batter!" I stopped for a moment to take a moment to listen.
"Will you trust me on this? I know what I'm doing. Now relax…" They began whispering.
By now, I had erased all possibilities of intimacy from my mind and casually walked through the doors. "Hey, guys, I'm back. I actually needed to-" I paused at the sight before me.
Ike had poured the mix of cake I had seen him stirring earlier all over Prince Marth's chest, which was completely exposed, and was licking it off of the Prince's chest. His left hand had the Prince strained and his right hand, bowl still in hand, continuing to stream out the sticky cake batter. His back was leaning against the counter, Prince Marth's hands gripping the counter's edge behind him.
Prince Marth was the first to break this awkward silence. "This isn't-" Before he could finish sentence I had ran out the door to the nearest toilet, and find a therapist who could someway make this moment right.
Ike nonchalantly averted his gaze back to Prince Marth, and began licking the batter around the Prince's nipple. "Now where were we?"
Author's Note:
LINK STILL WILL NOT TOLLERATE IMMORAL ACTIONS!