"No! Oh God, please n-!"
The man's crying pleas was cut short as, what only could be described as 'creepy jumpy things' leaped onto him, ripping his abdomen open with its sharp teeth and claws causing organs and blood to spew.
Marth's mouth widened and face contorted in disgust, the hands on Ike's chest clutching at the tunic material in time with the movie's cries.
"Oh my God, did you see that?" Ike laughed heartily, fingers resting on Marth's thigh stroking affectionately. "Those things can gnaw."
"Quite." Marth whimpered, muttering 'Great Altean Fishcakes' as a woman's head exploded, another of the revolting, verminous aliens appearing where her brain used to stand.
"What, not enjoying it?" The mercenary teased, leaning down to peck the prince's cheek in comfort. Marth looked back at his lover, returning a disgusted glare and skilfully avoiding another excessively gory moment.
"I don't see the point of all this senseless gore. It's repulsive."
"Hm, well, I thought you'd be used to flying organs and fountains of blood, wielding a sword and all."
Marth scoffed, snatching the popcorn from Ike's fingers and popping it into his mouth. "That had a point, and it didn't involve those disgusting little…things."
He grimaced as the wide television flashed with red and pink once more, the monarch seeing no choice but to look away. "I think I'm going to be sick..."
Ike breathed a laugh, firmly pressing the pause button on a not-so-gory part. He turned to the younger male, who was hiding his face with hand to his eyes.
"Prince Marth, would you like to watch a romantic film instead?"
Marth's hand shot away from his face, uncovering his somewhat angry look. "What? No! Why would you suggest that? I'd just prefer something with meaningful violence rather then just 'Oh, it's an alien, run for your lives before they eat us for no apparent reason.'" He swung his arms in the air like a terrified civilian, causing Ike to laugh as he did at the film.
"Well, how about I make like an alien and eat you up, hm?" He flipped their positions so that Marth was trapped underneath him, licking his lips as he dove in to bite and lick at the prince's neck.
"Hey! Hey! Why does everything have to lead to sex with you?!" Marth's stern protest turned into a surprised giggle as the mercenary's tongue flicked over a ticklish spot of his neck, remaining there to abuse it.
Eventually, Ike pulled off, staring down at his red, embarrassed prince with a hungry look. "Why, not everything leads to sex. It's not my fault that you're insatiable."
"Oh, you've been improving your vocabulary."
"Says the Japanese man."
Both laughing at the comment, Ike took the opportunity to assault Marth's neck once more and pin him to the sofa, smirking at Marth's empty complaints.
Just for the record: I HATE horror movies.
Marth doesn't hate them, he just doesn't see a point in them. We share in our pain.
And no, this drabble was to just ease me of my mental scarring by watching 10 minutes of Hallowe'en with my friend. She laughs at these things.
Oh, and this is helping me to get used to writing about blood and gore for the future chapters of Emancipation (I'm so excited about writing it. :D) So, if you have any tips/critiques, LAY IT ON ME!!!