Chapter twooo Sorry for the delay, my computer time got tragically cut short. WORLD HISTORY NEEDS TO BURN IN HADES! -fistshake-
Uhh this story is writing itself so something tells me all updates will be sluggish. I have no plan for this story at all, it just sorta...started. XD;; So try to make sense of it if you can, I promise my next fic will be organized better. lD
"H..Hey Marth?" An unsure voice sounded from the other side of the wooden door, "Are you in here? I have to ask you something..." the voice trailed off and a grunt followed after, along with the doorframe trembling. The door was locked, but since the last time it got knocked down, the lock didn't always...work. The noble silently hoped to God that it would work and drive away whomever it was. He couldn't tell, although it was a high-pitched voice. Sounded like Zelda, or maybe one of the kids?
More protesting from the door-area.
"Marth? I..I'm sure you're in here, because I was checking around the cafeteria and hallways and you weren't around...I hear something. What's going on?" the voice lilted and became even more high-pitched with worry, as the doorknob clacked irritably faster than before.
Over on the other side of his room, the prince didn't dare open his mouth for fear of giving Ike the satisfaction, that bastard, so he didn't answer. However, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place; If he answered, it'd no doubt be in the form of a throaty purr that'd only raise more suspicion. If he didn't answer...that door probably couldn't hold up to even one of the weakest actual attacks from any Smasher...And if someone actually came in...
Someone up there must've really had something against the little prince.
Against most odds, the protesting door finally creaked open to reveal a brunette boy, about five feet tall with giant angel wings protruding out from his back. His hair was in a bit of a disarray, and the golden laurels were precariously close to falling right off their perch on top of his head. He was breathing heavily, evidence of an awful lot of running, and his facial expression was contorted in worry. He only had one foot in the door, and a couple of his hands still idle on said door from shoving it open before he gasped. Marth got a bit worried that he was going to fall over.
Surprisingly enough, Ike spoke.
"Pit?" His voice was husky and rough as it usually was, showing no sign of what was going on just a moment before. "What's going on?"
His voice made it seem like the most nonchalant thing in the world, 'Oh, right. Let's get together for some crackers and cheese, maybe some tea, maybe some near-rape of the less fortunate against a wall.' It irritated the teal-haired noble to no end, but he was still biting down on his bottom lip from irritation and fear of letting anything slip by. Maybe if Ike got distracted enough, he could manage a knee to the groin, but the chances of that happening were slim to none.
The angel seemed to be hyperventilating, and he didn't respond.
The prince, testing to see if Ike was sufficiently distracted, opened his mouth. "Pit! Over here!" He wasn't sure if viewpoint was the real problem here, but maybe he was just not getting saved because he couldn't be seen? Maybe Ike was doing something else embarassing that DIDN'T INVOLVE MARTH. The noble sighed and lowered his eyebrows. Being able to talk was a kind retribution, and he planned to make use of the privilege.
"Ike." His voice was dripping with acid and his tone was sardonic. It seemed the mercenary was going to pause just to listen to what he had to say in that tone of voice. Or at least, that's how the monarch interpreted his sudden lapse in teaching Marth a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. "Ike, I demand that you release me at once. These moronic games have gone on long enough. In fact, they never should have begun in the first place. Now let go of me and go bring the fighter you just disabled downstairs to doct--mmph!"
Marth was attempting to talk around the mercenary's hand, since it now covered his mouth entirely, in vain. His eyes narrowed into slits, but there was nothing he could do. Ike snickered softly at the prince's new expression.
"Now now, princess. Come on, no need to be so high-strung." He shrugged lightly. "Besides, he's not goin' anywhere. He won't mind waiting a few more minutes before I get him to a doctor. Now this..." Ike turned the full effect of his eyes on Marth again, giving no attention to anything else , "...this...is much more pressing." He didn't say anything else, relishing in even the slightest noise the little prince made. He took his hand off of Marth's mouth and started stroking it slowly down his neck and around his shoulders, eventually stopping at the nape of his neck. He gave the tips of a few streaks of his prince's luxurious blue hair a light, teasing pull before yanking on a thicker strand he found a bit more stable than the rest.
As a reflex, Marth's arms made an attempt to fly up to his head and protect it; However, with Ike pinning them to the wall behind him, only his forearms shot up, and they didn't get very far. At roughly the same time his arms resisted against their binds, he screamed. Not entirely very loudly, and it was more like a squeal than a scream, but it was enough to give the mercenary his chance to do what he'd been aiming to do since they'd begun this modified game of hide and seek. Turning his head at what appeared to be a practiced angle, he claimed Marth's mouth mid-scream. Ike tightened his grip on Marth's hair, keeping him as close as he could by force. As if that wasn't enough, he dipped his free hand below the waistline of the prince's pants, teasing him in the area of skin directly above his shaft.
The monarch melted.
Even with his arms free, all they did was hang limply at his sides, as if they were detached from the rest of him. He couldn't scrounge up enough thought to control them. Ike's advances had his eyes half lidded, and the blush returning to his face with a vengeance. Every nerve in his legs was twitching and tensing due to Ike's other hand fondling him. His legs unintentionally speread as the mercenary applied a bit of force into his fondling, essentially grinding him with only his hand. Marth snapped his eyes completely shut, shaking his head against Ike's face. His gestures were comepltely ignored, Ike's eyes too clouded to see anything but what he was doing.
The last thing he recalled doing was screaming Ike's name at the top of his lungs before comepletely letting go of himself to get this horrible situation done with.
Hope its acceptable so far, like I said, it will get a plot. cwc
[Also did anyone else get that "rock and a hard place" pun aaaahahaha I am so hilarious somebody shoot me. And then looking back and rereading again, I guess Ike's "much more pressing" line is kinda a pun too. Man I'm full of 'em today.]
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