From the last chapter...
"..What?" As she wait impatiently, all he could ever do was stare at her, searching for her true self behind the irises of her own green orbs. Slowly, he made a move, steadily walking closer towards her. All he could do was stretch his arms out in front of her, embracing her in a deep hug. Both of them were hurt from last night, and they both realized that they said some hurtful words last night, and some unexpected. That didn't mean that either of them would give up on each other. Ike certainly wouldn't.
Once again, they stood there speechless, embracing each other's hearts. Both of them needed to calm down from last night, and the truth is, they calmed each other down even when they could rile up one another's nerves.
The group of female smashers stood by, witnessing the heartfelt embrace. Their own hearts sank, still conscious of the horrible mess that surrounded them. Zelda knew all along that her friend needed to feel Ike's touch again. There was but so much time they could have to themselves, until they felt lonely again. It was sweet, and sad all at the same time. Samus was always a loner... even when Zelda appeared in her life. Sure, she had friends who admired her.. but she needed someone to relate to.
It was Ike, and one could never understand the similarities between the pair just by looking at them. That's why people should never judge. Who cares if they lived in different timelines? Who cares if one of them had blue hair, and the other had blonde? Who cares if one was a mercenary, and the other was a bounty huntress? Both were rebels for a good cause. They needed love, and they became vengeful for that particular elemental necessity. All of this fighting was for their parents. That is all that mattered, and if nothing else mattered... then what did?
Love mattered. That's what.
It had been a few days since me and the other smashers both left that godawful place, but oh well, what can I do now? Nothing. Life is becoming alright again, I suppose. I mean, it could be worse. It's been a while since I've actually spoken to my guy friends, so uh.. I'm here in the training room right now with my bros. Trust me, they all get on my last nerves but, they're family. Here I am, standing right now- half naked.. I've zoned out and I have absolutely no clue what I'm going to do with my life right now. Knowing Link, he's already picked up on my behavior. I shrug the question off, not really wanting to cause attention, unfortunately for me, my guys are stubborn, so of course all of them had asked by now, meaning that I won't get off the hook anytime soon. It's hard being a guy sometimes, you know? Most people think it's some kind of joke.. but to me, it's all about acting like a man, and being a man. As far as masculinity, now that's none of my business.. but respect? That's golden. The problem is- some men think with their dicks, and not with the small brain that they already have. It's stupid, to say the least.
"What's wrong with you man? You seem off." Link had asked me the question once more, time and time again. Might as well just spill the shit.
"Well.. I guess it's just life, I don't really know what else to tell you." But I did know, and I wasn't quite sure if I should actually tell them that it was actually Samus. The conversation that took place probably three days ago- it's been on my mind and now, I'm not even sure if I should have told her the way I felt. I love her a lot, but sometimes she really is unpredictable. I was at least expecting some kind of.. I don't know..an embrace? Whatever I was expecting, it certainly was not the result. She practically stared at me as if I was the deadest man on earth. I can't stop repeating the image in my mind.. I've gone cold.
"Ike, you can tell us.. I mean, we're all friends here right? Might as well, because I'm certainly not taking no for an answer right now. You fight for your friends, and now we are fighting for you. We get that your tired man, but.. at least take up on the offer.." I gave into Link's suggestion. He's right anyways..I'm tired of trying.
"..It's Sam..I'm really not supposed to share this but, right now, I need a guy's help. I figure you all are as clueless as me.. but as for right now, I'm sure that asking any of Sam's friends would be risky in the first place. I've considered Zelda, but even then... she hasn't been feeling to hot herself I see. I certainly know that Peach is by far the worse person to go to, I guess. I'm not sure man. Women are just confusing, and I'm pretty sure they say the same about us."
In the midst of all of this chatting, I finally found a pair of pants in my own locker, they were tan, and I decided to put them on. I rest my head in the metal locker, rubbing my forehead, and lastly running my fingers through my spiky hair. I'll be honest with you, there are days when I understand Sam.. but other days? I just don't even know. You could even say that under all of this flirting I've been conjuring up the past few years, I am scared of her. It never fails. I really do believe she would kill me if she really wanted to, and that's the scary thing. Women are scary. You never know when they're in a good mood, or when they're actually in the mood to talk. And let's not forget the whole vengeful spirit that some of them possess. You could say that they really are cats. My sister made up a theory a long time ago that, "Boys are dogs, and girls are cats" ...it was cute.
"Dude, what are you on? This is your girlfriend that you're talking about. You two understand each other more than anyone else. I don't know what's gotten into you, but.. this is certainly not the Ike we know. You are always on your ass man, whether it be rejection or the mere opposite. Whether it be getting stabbed ten times in the back, or having flashbacks about your family. You are always moving. Now I'd say get the hell out of here, and talk to your woman, because I assure you, Samus is one hell of a hard woman to reach out to. Isn't she a Leo based on that uh, compatibility shit? Well if she is, apparently when they like someone, they won't let go of them.. but as soon as you lie or betray them, they'll become skeptical of you forever. I'd advice you to talk to her instead of falling into that trap. I know so many men who have gotten nearly killed because they approached her in such a disgusting way, but I don't know, she sees something in you. Don't do anything ridiculously stupid to make that feeling vanish away from her spirit." This was probably one of the longest speeches that Link had ever engaged in, nonetheless, he was right. His sky blue eyes began to fill with anger and determination. He was simply helping a friend of his, and he refused to see Ike act like this. It was almost a disgrace.
"He's right, to be frankly honest with you. I think the last thing you would want from a woman is to get chased down with a vengeful spirit on your back. I assure you, it is possibly one of the worst kinds of spirits to engage with. I have heard stories like a woman killing her husband because he was cheating. I can not say whether I feel bad for the man or not... he deserved it I suppose, but I would not appreciate the gesture if I was in his own shoes." Marth spoke up, his delicate voice always bringing attention to anyone around him. It was always a distinct voice, hearing it from miles away could bring off his nature and close appearance.
"Wow.. I'd kind of laugh but, I'm in the same predicament." Roy sheepishly smiled, because despite all of the stitches still plants all over his body, he was always a guy who constantly moved as well. It was always in his nature, and since he was the energetic type of boy, nothing would really stop him from doing anything. Not even death. One may have thought that this energetic streak he obtained had got in the way of his amount of talking.. but one could say he can be rather quiet. Come to think of it, half of the male smashers were not really all that talkative. All they did was fight, watch sports, talk about nothing, sleep, unintentionally attempt to kill themselves, etc. In fact, most of the female smashers really were the talkative ones. Ironically, all they really did was gossip about stuff.
The four guys shared an awkward stare, and then a laugh.
I was feeling a bit better. I gave them my thank you's, only to leave. All three of them were right for once, well unfortunately Marth was right. The thought of Sam stabbing me to death already petrified me down my spine, however, I would make sure that would never happen to me. I love her too much to do something that stupid. Roy was right when he said that he wanted to laugh, because in all honesty, I would have wanted to as well.. but the sad reality is, all of us are vulnerable to death at this point.
Well..I'm on my way back to the dormitories, and I see the dorm right across from ours. The feeling of fear was certainly there, and it was not leaving anytime soon. What was astrology anyways? Who's to say that it's even completely real? Whatever.. I guess I'll knock now.
And I did. It was the woman who I just wanted to see. I had never missed that beautiful face of hers so much until now. She appeared to be in a pretty good mood, assuming she had caffeine. It didn't mean that my fear subsided even more though, because that small smile of hers made my feelings turn. I've always loved that gorgeous smile of hers- especially when she wears her pearly whites. That smile of hers.. it was a sight to see, and a rare one of course.
"..Ike?" She answers, in return of asking another question beforehand. I'm already making a fool out of myself, but.. it's now or never. I really didn't care if we were from completely different timelines, because I had already given her my promise.
"I'm not leaving you, so regardless or not we marry, I'm going to be with you. I know we had this discussion a few days ago, but I really can't take this anymore. I have an endless love for you, and we both know that. I don't care if you're not ready to take my children, or if you're not ready to engage in a marriage...I'll always be with you, Sam. I'm too drawn to you just to let go of the things we've already had with each other. Even if you somehow find another man, I'll be here.. waiting for you. I'll wait as long as it takes, even in my death."
We stood at the doorway, her eyes full of warmth. I could tell she wanted to release a few tears, but they never came. Once again, leaving her speechless, she invites me inside. I examine the neatly organized dorm, with luxurious couches spread all in the living room. A crystal chandelier, hanging on the kitchen room ceiling, as well as glass kitchenware plastered on the tables. Our dorm was not nearly as clean as this one. The men had sprawled their clothes on the floor, and sometimes it smelled like sweat and blood. Ironically enough, we would all yell like animals if a dent formed on our weapons.
My attention went back to the beautiful woman sitting right on the black mini couch- presuming that this was her own seat to settle herself in. Her porcelain, skin toned hand lured me towards the area she was sitting in. I attempted to walk with confidence, reassuring myself that everything would be fine, and whatever I was troubling myself with, would no longer last.
She proceeds to open her smooth, vibrant blue, colored lips that complimented her black, two piece zero suit. Showing all of her toned, feminine muscles, and abs, stair-casing along her torso's stomach. She wears this outfit outside of the matches, since it was claimed to be too inappropriate for viewers, but personally, I loved it. It was no more revealing than what other women usually wore. Her image and body figure is breathtaking, luring any man that approached her. She was so attractive that even women were drawn to her looks, and hell, I can't blame neither side. A gorgeous, sexy woman she was- always determined, never letting things in her way, never afraid to voice her own opinion. Of course, she did have some weaknesses.. and I've seen all of them. Her past was her biggest weakness, causing her to have PTSD- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which also causes her to have anxiety.
"Ike..I've been thinking about this, too.. and..I've come to my conclusion.." Her rough hair, tied in a messy bun with blonde, and dirty blonde locks falling on both sides of her perfectly structured, porcelain face. Her skin was perfect- beautiful, with no scabs, cuts, or bruises plastered on her face. Her blue-green, cat-like eyes searched the man's own lustful, midnight blue ones. The electric blue lips spoke no more, reeling themselves in to kiss the rough pair of light salmon lips right in front of them.
She was kissing me... and there was that feeling again.
'I was kissing him, and I knew what I wanted. I was ready.'
Our eyes closed, and silence struck. Only the sweet sounds of kisses emerged from our lips, with occasional chuckling. We were comfortable. Till this day, I will never understand the point of closing eyes during kissing, but it was basically a sin if the irises were opened during a make out session. I can say myself that it sets the mood in the atmosphere. As we kiss, my rough, porcelain fingers run through her hair locks. They flew some- the miniature fan running a small breeze in the room. My senses became lost, even causing me to forget who I was, and what I was doing. I couldn't move. This time, she was the one that stopped in her tracks for discerning something that troubled me.
Without her asking me, we face each other once more while I touch her delicate skin with my rough hands. Examining her physical features once more, I intake the beauty of her birth mark. It truly made her.. drawing me into her even more. I am literally a fool for her, and I can't help it. Drunken, and drugged with love was my own suicide. Killing myself slowly with the love poison that struck me on the day that I crossed paths with her back in Brawl. Sure, there were other beautiful women here, and I can even admit some were wife material, like Zelda, but there was something about Samus that I loved the most, and these women had nothing on her. She was intimidating... fierce. Always had a swagger in her steps, walking with determination. Other women walked with grace, excluding Lucina, who was always a determined person, although Lucina was too snug for me, plus, she was my sister's age.
"Baby..you're my everything", I say to her, embracing her smaller body. I criss-cross my legs on the couch, as she positions her own legs around my waist. Once more, she delicately kisses me, painting my own lips a faint shade of blue. I ask for entrance, and our tongues intertwine each other's, a sweet taste of peaches and strawberries was her very own sensation, as I knew not of my own.
As she proceeds to kiss me on my lips, she breaks away, only to form blue butterfly kisses on the nape of my neck, leading up to my left ear. Her monotone, naturally seducing voice rings in my ear, and she whispers,
"I'm ready.." Those words were something I thought I would never hear in my life, and even then.. what was she referring to? I look at her with a confused expression, lost. My heart thumps loudly as the pressure beats more and more, my lips become moist with more kisses. This feels so right.. her hands place themselves on my built chest, slowly attempting to remove my shirt overhead. Assisting to help remove my shirt, I remove her tight skinned top, revealing a black, lace-like training bra, and perfect, plump breasts covered behind the cloth.
...
I move his hand over my bra, helping him remove it. Maneuvering his hand over my left baby doll, he caresses it, carefully groping it in the process as he bites on my neck- as if I had not had enough hickey wounds already. He kisses from the nape of my neck all the way down to my breasts, lightly sucking on my nipple. I moan softly with my heart escaping from my chest. Hearing my heart, he chuckles, looking up at me with those lustful blue eyes he's always had. I felt his member poke into my own clit- I pleasured him through my moans, and that was his weakness. He loved my voice the most... out of everything I had- my breasts, my lips, my sacred womb... he loved my voice. I decided to pleasure him a bit, teasing him as well, and by doing so, I slid down to remove his beige pants, then his black briefs. He was guilty, and his member was just as guilty as him. I smirk effortlessly, grabbing his friend with no remorse, only to place my full lips on the head of his dick. Sliding myself in, I lick the tip of his erect penis. I could feel the fluid coming its way as he moaned from his guilty pleasures. Removing my lips, I lightly bit the head, hearing him curse. Some bodily fluid came out, but I knew he was resisting because it was not enough, and I was unsatisfied.
I began to make my way back on top of his body, only to feel him lower his own torso to lick my clit. I basically sat on top of his face, rocking back and forth while he attacked my darling with his tongue. It felt so good. He was perfect, and nonetheless...I wanted more.
"Oh baby.." I moan, sneakily grinning, revealing my white teeth. I seductively lick my dark blue lips as he looks up at me, and I wink. Caught off guard, still sitting on top of him, he pushes me on the couch, getting on top of my own body. We engage in such a passionate kiss, barely able to breath through our own nostrils. Without noticing beforehand, he removed my leather panties, once more digging his finger inside my clit. It was as if some beastly figure took over his ability to move, and within seconds I was already preventing myself to spill my juices out. Removing his two fingers, he digs his head in- barely. This pissed me off, because he was teasing me, and I was growing impatient. My body was already hot and sweaty, and I was panting for air to inhale. Nonetheless, I manage to slide myself in a bit more, covering a quarter of his member. If I was not already sore this week from the first sexual intercourse we engaged in, this worsened it, because my vagina went back into tightness. Ike noticed this, and to my internal fear, he dug himself in as crimson red spilled out of my pussy. I'll admit, it hurt like hell..but I couldn't help myself even if I wanted to. The truth was, I didn't want to help myself, I wanted this.
I grunt out of pain, biting on my lips out of agony, following the constant orgasms I release.
"Ike!" I yell, holding onto his actual head for dear life. I felt my breasts bounce back and forth out of rhythm, and my nipples became hard, much like Ike's own member, searching my own out of pure curiosity and lust. He was practically banging me, causing my juices to spurt outward. I decide to make a move myself, managing as much as I could, I grasp his back, digging my nails in unintentionally. My blue lips press against his neck, biting and sucking on the pressure of his neck. I hear him curse under his breath, moaning even. We face each other one more, and he grabs my ass while he continues to dig in from the front. This time, he went deeper than before, causing me to scream. My messy bun fell apart, and I seriously could not fathom what was happening to me anymore. It was like everything took over me, and next thing I realize, we were both yelling each other's names. Tears formed in my eyes as I close them, and everything turns dark. The only thing I feel is ejaculation attacking my womb. It was weird, but.. it was a..good weird? I just know that I passed out. This wasn't the first time, and I get the feeling it was not going to be the last.
I was right. As he turns my torso over into a doggy style, I feel a weight pushing against my back, and I knew from the moment he sat on me, he was giving me butt sex.
"Shit.."
"What's wrong baby?"
"N-Nothing.."
I was too tired to fight back, and I sense his smile sinking into my core from behind. Doing so, he dug his member once more inside my body. I felt a deep pain surge throughout my ass, and there was nothing more worse than the hell I was feeling right now. Perhaps this was revenge of some sort, but whatever it was, it was biting me in the ass badly. My lungs scream out for help, calling my partner's name, although he would be absolutely no help. I was the victim, and he was the suspect, hunting for his prey.
If my senses were not already bad enough, they were terrible now. My hair sprawled out everywhere on the couch, as he grind on my rear end. Shit, it hurt so much.. and yet I am enjoying this. My body screamed out of energy, and now my vocals were doing the same.
...
My girlfriend fell asleep on me, and I kiss her lips as I lay her on top of her own bed. My hair is wet, and I've lost my gel. I'm out of breath myself, and I soon realize that we had sex for nearly two hours. It was already 7:00 p.m. when we were both finished with our sexual tendencies, and her two friends hadn't appeared yet. I wanted to take a shower, but I was too tired. I lock the door, making sure all of our clothes were in the room so we could retrieve them again. I take a look out the window, and it had fallen pitch black with white stars lighting up the entire galaxy. She came from a beautiful place, regardless of those hellish aliens. I take a look at my baby, and those blue lips of hers formed into a curt smile. Chuckles sang from my vocal cords, as I lay beside her, embracing her with my hot body.
I fell asleep, with compatibility on my mind, thinking of all the times we spent together...
Alright, that's it for now guys. This is technically the last chapter of the story, but I'll be submitting maybe one to two short stories at the end to reveal flashbacks of some sorts while they dream.
R&R
