Uuuuh, yeah. Now that exams are finished, I thought I may as well finish this~


Ike sometimes wondered why he stayed at all.

The sharp blade tip, dragging along his cheek hard enough to draw blood, convinced him that the alleged love wasn't there, only sick fetishes.

"That's a good boy…" Marth cooed, running his nail along the red streak before bringing it to his lips, tongue flicking out to lap at it teasingly. "Do you know how much I love your taste?"

Ike's face remained flushed, mouth open and panting as all pain was distracted by the bare foot Marth used to pleasure his arousal.

"I love it so much…" He withdrew the now-clean finger from his mouth and leaned forward, taking his foot away, to lick at the wound. "I'd do anything to have it forever."

Ike swallowed at the lump accumulating in his throat. The desperate need in his lower regions was becoming too uncomfortable to focus on much else, the sharp pain of Falchion running over his muscled chest slowly overcoming his senses.

"A-Ah…" He breathed deeply, leaving his eyes open a crack to witness Marth's sadistic, pleased smirk.

"Do you like that Ike?" He cooed once more, running a finger over the slit to smear the blood.

No. No I don't.

The sneer of disgust he was attempting to pull on his face should have indicated that much, but Marth's perverse mind processed it much differently than others.

His mouth once again licked at the blood, this time on the mercenary's chest, making faint moaning sounds. He licked and nipped at the bloodied skin, tongue spreading the flow of red across to a nipple. Flashing a devious smirk upward, the prince dived on the area, licking around it in an arousing way and waiting for Ike to begin groaning and enjoy before biting down fiercely.

Ike's sudden cry of intense pain filled the entire room, and probably beyond, his torso jolting and instinctively curling into itself to protect the pained spot. Tears pricked the inside corners of his eyes and threatened to break free, along with the words of disapproval he craved to speak. The words to claim he'd had enough of these painful fetishes and wished to be set free. The words he daren't utter whilst the monarch held Falchion so proudly.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Marth teased again, rubbing the bleeding nipple with a thumb. "Allow me to make it better…" His lips curled around the stiffened nub and sucked hard, Ike swearing he could literally feel the blood being pumped from him. Another few pants from Ike caused Marth to grin and bite again, gentler this time, and roll the tip between his teeth with an adequately maniacal giggle.

His ministrations stopped as the mercenary in front of him breathed his name in a shaky voice, entire body convulsing at each utter of the name.

"Marth…Marth, please…"

"Have I teased you too long, Ike? I'm sorry…" He sat in Ike's lap, grinding himself against the clear, standing erection pushing against him with a corrupt smile. "Would like me to mount you now? I can if you want me to." He leaned forwards, still grinding, and kissed the Crimean's panting mouth, nibbling at his lower lip as a means of coaxing him to react back.

Ike did soon lean his head forwards in the slightest and kiss back, giving a sudden groan into pink lips as Marth hurriedly stripped his bottom-half and lowered himself onto Ike's organ.

The kissing now began to proceed in time with Marth's slow sliding, the prince's part becoming more and more violent, teeth grabbing at Ike's tongue when the opportunity passed him by.

The dazed mercenary didn't think of it as a cause of concern as he was too enthralled by the motions of Marth's hips. That is, until he felt a stinging pain in his mouth.

At first, the Altean monarch was just playing with a teasing look up at his lover's flustered face. Suddenly, Marth's teeth clamped down upon Ike's tongue hard, remaining to bite down and burl into the bleeding flesh as the mercenary thrashed about and futilely attempted to put his actions to a stop.

He attempted to cry out but the action was, once again, thwarted by Marth's lips being over his own. Red flowed from his mouth profusely, eyes widening at the smug, maniacal stare he was receiving.

The prince was a monster.

Before long, the mercenary's struggles died down, and he sank back into his captive position, tied arms limply hung above his head.

Marth withdrew at that point, running another finger over the bleeding gash to taste the crimson substance he loved so much.

"Perfect…" Became the last words Ike's blood-deprived brain could process before he slipped into the black plain he'd deftly been trying to avoid for all this time.


AH. Now it's Ike - 2 Marth - 1.

Any suggestions for Marth's death? (As if I don't have enough requests to work on as it is.)