Hello everyone! How are you? I think you're going to like this chapter! I want to thank Neko for the comment that you left on the previous chapter, and also blazeassault137 for the favorite! It means a lot to me! :)
Anyways, without further ado, I'll leave you to it!
Yours truly, Circle of J.
/!\ Warning: Smutty session /!\
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, although I took some liberties with both Tip and Blapi. The deities mentioned are taken from Greek Mythology, remastered the way I imagine them. What I own, on the other hand, is the plot.
Kid Icarus: Heirs of the Light
Chapter 28: Infatuated, intoxicated
"Get on the bed, Pittoo~!" Pit ruthlessly pushed his darker version on the bed, and didn't waste a second before getting on top of him. After their last lustful kisses and bites, the beast which resided in his soul had come to the surface to claim what was his'. The dark angel was already out of breath, the lower half of his face completely soaked in their mixed saliva, and he barely had time to react before Pit kissed him again. Dark Pit closed his eyes, trying to keep his cool despite his insecurities, and allowed himself to moan when he felt his partner's drooling mouth tracing a line in his neck. It felt comforting to have those warm lips pressed on his skin, so much so that he couldn't help but try to get more of them. He tilted his head to the side, and Pit took advantage of his position to devour the flesh under his eyes. In the meantime, he trailed his hand down and brushed against the small but noticeable bulge forming in Dark Pit's undershorts.
The angel of light smiled and kept on kissing and biting the soft skin of his darker version's neck as he carefully fondled him. Dark Pit's eyes were half-shut, and shy whispers passed his lips that he tried to keep closed. He bit his lower lip; his urges were taking over him and he couldn't—and wouldn't—resist them any longer. There was so much to enjoy in this situation, in Pit's teeth nibbling at his neck, in Pit's fingers rubbing him so gently but also rather insistently, and also in his sweet panting every time he let go of the flesh under his lips, right before he melted back onto it and bit it stronger. Why would Dark Pit pass on such pleasure? Yes, he felt petrified: the memory of that human still crippled him in moments like this one, even though he was getting used to them. But at the same time, he knew that Pit wasn't anything like that human; well, he sure was possessive, but he would never hurt him. That thought alone managed to get Dark Pit to soothe down and enjoy the moment.
Pit looked up, diving into his lewd red eyes, and he leaned in to plant a kiss on his nose. Dark Pit chuckled at the gesture, which was so sweet in their context, and he entangled his fingers in Pit's hazel hair. "You're such a dork…"
"But you love it, don't you, my Pittoo~?"
"Can't deny that~…" the dark angel smiled, and he pulled Pit up to his face. Their lips were inches away from touching, and both boys breathed heavily and devoured each other's eyes with growing desire.
Dark Pit's whole body was igniting, all of that because of a simple touch on his crotch; a flame had been lit in his stomach and consumed him from within. Dark Pit eyed at Pit, swift moans passing his parted lips to encourage him to rub faster. The angel above him seized this opportunity and, while he complied and satisfied his demand down there, Pit also sealed their lips together, immediately invading his darker version's mouth with his tongue. The other was surprised but gladly accepted to return the favor. His deep, accelerated breaths were all that could be heard in the room, whereas Pit was smiling and eating him out with an incontrollable hunger. Their bodies drew closer and closer, until their chests were pressed against one another.
Dark Pit clicked his tongue once Pit released him from the long, passionate kiss that they shared, and looked down at his own body: he was still in his undergarments, and so was his lighter half. Now that was going to change right now. The dark angel shook his head, annoyed, and forced Pit to take off his undershirt by simply tearing it apart with his bare hands. The other pouted, claiming that it was his only shirt of the sort, but his darker self shrugged it off and did the same to his own undershirt.
Satisfied, Pit went back to kissing his darker half, leaning above Dark Pit and demanding access to his mouth again, which was granted almost instantly. They moaned and sighed within the kiss while Pit's hand still fondled his darker half's crotch teasingly, going faster and faster to earn lustful cries from the other. Now it was all the better: their chests actually touched, and their burning hot skins were in contact, locking to each other and sending shivers down Dark Pit's spine. He trailed his hands along Pit's arms, clung to them when an intense wave of pleasure hit him hard, and moaned loudly. The dark angel tried gritting his teeth to suppress his moans, but no such luck: he kept on letting out muffled whimpers, and begged for his lighter half to take him right there and then. That only increased Pit's arousal, which led him to slide his hands down Dark Pit's body and grasp onto his undershorts. However, he lingered there for a minute, caressing the skin around the shorts and sighing in delight.
Dark Pit groaned but didn't try to take his shorts off himself, only eyeing at the blankets that caused him to sweat even more than he already did. He kicked them off of the bed, paying no mind to the fact that they were on the ground, and looked back into Pit's gorgeous blue orbs. They sparkled with lust, with desire, with urges that he couldn't contain anymore, nor wanted to. Dark Pit's eyes shone with mischief at the sight of this secret flame; he would not keep him waiting.
The dark angel reached over to Pit and successfully pulled down his undershorts, which resulted in his other half doing the exact same thing to him. "Now that's more like it~!" Dark Pit exulted, his body shivering because of how impatient he really was. He wanted to feel Pit inside of him. He wanted all of him, right then, right there, on this bed that would creak until it broke. The lighter Pit left slobbery kisses in his neck, on his chest, and eventually reached for the part that interested him the most. Dark Pit's eyes widened when he understood what he was up to, and bit his lower lip in anticipation. His member hardened at the perspective of feeling this warm mouth engulf him.
Without further ado, Pit took him into his mouth and began slow movements, though the sight of him in this position was turning Dark Pit insane. Foreplay was a cool thing, he liked it, but sometimes he just wanted to get straight to the bottom of things. His lighter half's mouth felt so welcoming, so pure, so perfect—he wanted all of it, but at the same time he wanted to get things done. The fire within himself was blazing, and he had no idea how long he could contain it.
Pit, on the other hand, was silent and focused, savoring the delicious moans of his lover and almost purring with content. That was surely his favorite thing to do: make Dark Pit whimper and beg him to take him right away, like he did just then. The light angel opened his eyes to glance at his darker version's state: his eyes were half-closed and he was drooling, his back arching at each wave of pleasure that he was receiving. His wings were outstretched and twitched each and every time Dark Pit cried out, pleading his lighter half to take him and make him his' until sunset. Pit chuckled and couldn't help but admire the view, though that did not stop him from sucking—he could do many things at once.
Dark Pit groaned, frustrated, and reached over to the bedsheets, which were glued to his sweaty skin. He squeezed them between his fingers, his knuckles turning white, and let out a loud moan filled with desire. "Fucking-ngh! take me-ahhh! P-Pit, stop-ahhh… stalling, please~!" he begged, and he quickly bit his lower lip to hold back another loud cry of pleasure. Pit giggled and kept the torture going, moaning at the sound of his lover's lustful cries, and at one point the other couldn't take it anymore and came in his mouth.
Pit blinked, surprised, but gladly swallowed it all. Although he had appreciated it, he couldn't help but wince at the lingering taste in his mouth—honest to the Gods, it was beyond horrible. Cum did taste bad… but he was happy nonetheless, because it belonged to Dark Pit, and nothing of him could repel him. The angel of light climbed back to Dark Pit's flushed face and dived into his ruby orbs; they both shared a chaste, loving kiss, before Dark Pit reached out to the drawer of the bedside table. He rummaged through it blindly, desperately trying to find the bottle of lubricant in the mess that Pit stored in there.
Aphrodite had given it to Dark Pit after him and Pit had kissed for the first time, claiming that they would need it sooner or later. Somehow, the dark angel couldn't thank her enough for her farsightedness.
After a minute of intense searching, Dark Pit found it and took it out of the drawer, handing it to Pit as he kept kissing him with growing hunger for flesh. Pit grasped the bottle and drew back, opening it and putting some of the oil-like liquid in his hand. Dark Pit watched his every move when he applied it on his own self, and bit his lower lip; he wanted him so badly, why was he so slow? Was he teasing him? The dark angel couldn't even be mad at him for that, he desired him way too much. But he'd get back to him at some point, he could be sure of it. Once Pit was done applying the lubricant on himself, he glanced at his lover and noticed his strong, devouring urge. "You're really impatient today, my Pittoo~."
"You bet, do you know how fucking hot you look right now, babe~?"
Pit laughed out loud and blushed, but didn't reply. Deciding that he had been playing with him enough, he aligned himself with Dark Pit and made sure that his fingers were wet with saliva. For that matter, he sucked on them himself. Dark Pit glared at him and let out a few frustrated sighs, and that caused Pit to raise an eyebrow. What did he do this time? He folded his wings and glanced at his lover with growing concern. "What is it, my love?" he asked, in a low voice that betrayed his worry.
The other looked off to the side and tried to hide his red cheeks. "I mean, seriously. I could do that, you know, I'm not just here to spectate," he retorted, sounding more irritated than he truly was. It was true that it bothered him, but part of him was also enjoying to see Pit licking his own fingers like they were lollipops… It had something exciting to itself.
Understanding the meaning behind his bitter words, Pit smiled and held out his arm, so that his darker half could suck on his fingers, since he wanted to. The dark angel smiled at the sight of those wet fingers and took them in his mouth without hesitation, licking them from top to bottom with care. He made sure to slide his tongue between the soaked fingers as well, which brought a strange tickling sensation in Pit's lower region. Witnessing such a lecherous act made him even more eager to possess his darker version. Dark Pit let go of Pit's fingers once he believed that they were drenched enough to make their way in without hurting him too much. "There you go, angel. Do your worst."
"Aw, my worst~?" Pit asked, fluttering his eyelashes.
Dark Pit rolled eyes and pulled him in a lustful kiss before he whispered against his lips: "Your very worst, sweetheart. You know I like it rough, so don't you go easy on me~."
They both separated after that, and Pit knelt down between his darker version's spread legs. He pulled them farther apart, so that he could have easier access to him, and licked his lips. When he inserted a finger, the dark angel cringed intensely and shut his eyes. Well, it was not the most enjoyable thing in the world, but he had been through worse, so he didn't complain.
The lighter one made sure to be cautious and gentle when he fingered him, going in and out very slowly, whereas Dark Pit was lost in his thoughts; he had always been scared of being touched this way—at least, ever since he had been raped. Although the thought was still frightening, he admitted that he felt a lot more comfortable when it was with the one he considered to be the love of his life. The idea that he was exposed, weak, that anyone could abuse him was… bone-chilling, but he knew that Pit would never do that. Despite his wild attitude in bed, the angel of light was a true, genuine sweetheart in soul; he would never take advantage of Dark Pit's weakness to hurt him.
The dark angel sighed, attempting to reassure himself but it was probably one of these times where he wouldn't calm down no matter what. Sometimes, it was just impossible for them to have sex: Dark Pit would be too scared, even if nothing was happening. He hoped that it wouldn't be the case this time around, he really wanted Pit. He gulped down his fears when he felt Pit's eyes locked on his face. "Are you alright, Pittoo? We can stop if you want," Pit suggested, though he admitted that he'd be a little disappointed if that had to be the case.
Fortunately, Dark Pit smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, keep it up babe, you're keeping me waiting~."
The lighter version smiled widely before resuming. He prepared him the best way he could, scissoring him to ensure that he would fit in without hurting Dark Pit excessively. Of course, it was not going to be super enjoyable at first, but at least he could make it hurt the least possible. Once he was done with that, he eyed at his lover, who took a few deep breaths before nodding again. Pit placed his hands on Dark Pit's hips and clung to them as he made his way in, sending cold shivers down the other angel's spine. He immediately stopped moving and waited for approval before pursuing.
The dark angel gritted his teeth and strongly pulled the bedsheets; the intrusion felt absolutely terrible, he had to say it. It felt as though Pit was tearing him apart with a pair of scissors, lashing through his flesh. Dark Pit gulped and panted, trying to accommodate to the presence inside him without thinking back to the human. He refused to think of him, he denied access to any crippling thoughts, for they would definitely ruin his mood. He briefly saw the human's face, his laughter echoed in his mind, and a tear ran down his cheek. He could remember his eyes scanning his body from head to to—
"Pittoo, hey, it's me," Pit whispered, which successfully steered him away from his nightmares. Dark Pit looked up, gulping down his worries, and rubbed the tears out of his eyes. If he broke down crying, it would be the end of their little game, and he enjoyed it too much. Pit eyed worriedly at his lover and ran his hand over his cheek. "Are you going to be alright?"
Dark Pit nodded. "Yeah, I told you to keep it up, sweetheart."
"Sure you did, but I wouldn't want to scare you off."
"I'm just fine."
The lighter angel wasn't convinced but agreed anyways. Even though he was doubtful, he knew that Dark Pit wouldn't let him think otherwise anyways, so… no point in arguing. Instead, Pit started off their love session with slow movements, ensuring that he would not hurt his other half too much.
Dark Pit shut his eyes, refused to think about the human, and instead focused on the burning flame within him. The raging fire that had been put out a few minutes earlier was back, and it seemed to be stronger than before. He felt himself harden and moaned in both discomfort and pleasure. The pain was washing off, but it was very slow, and the dark angel still felt as though he was being torn from inside. Pit rubbed his cheek a little, to comfort him, and kept going when his darker half allowed him to, though he also chose to lean forward so that he could leave kisses on his darker version's bare chest—focusing around his nipples, since they were very sensitive. They immediately became hard and Pit sucked on one of them, sending chills to the angel who received the delicate attention.
Dark Pit let out a few groans, still not fully accommodated to the presence inside of him, and concentrated on rubbing Pit's hair. The distraction helped him soothe down, which made the whole situation all the more enjoyable. He curled one of Pit's hazel strands around his finger and played with it, whereas the other angel was still licking, biting and sucking on his reddening nipple.
The darker version of Pit let out a deep lustful cry—that came directly from the back of his throat—when he felt teeth sinking in his flesh and arched his back. His hands released Pit's hair and went back to gripping the bedsheets when his lover proceeded to speed up. His thrusts became more insisting, more aggressive, and Dark Pit felt the liquid fire within him ignite even more. Pit panted heavily, his eyes shut while he was deeply focused on what he was doing. His pure white wings eventually wrapped around Dark Pit, who was nothing but a moaning mess underneath him. The light angel went in as far as he could, and lied down on top of his lover when the pleasure he was feeling became out of control. It was another way of expressing how much he loved him, and Dark Pit was delighted to have these soft feathers touching his skin.
The dark angel moaned and took advantage of this position to claim Pit's lips and swirl his tongue around that of his other half. They both cried out in pleasure at each and every movement of Pit, and hungrily devoured each other's mouth. Saliva was everywhere on their faces, mainly dripping from their chins as they kept eating each other out, growing more and more desperate. Dark Pit embraced his lighter version, folding his own twitching wings around their entwined bodies. "K-Keep it-ahhh-Keep it up, sweetheart~!" he encouraged Pit, who was growing even more impatient and merciless in his movements.
The angel of light violently bit into his shoulder, his whole body shaking from the burning sensation in his veins, and let out a loud moan which echoed through the room. Dark Pit clung onto Pit's shoulders and joined in, moving his hips to meet those of his lighter half eagerly. Every time they slammed into one another, the two angels grunted and Pit accelerated his pace.
The only sounds in the bedroom were those of their groans and cries, and that of their skins meeting, drenched in their own sweat. Pit continued to speed up until he had reached his limit, and also had managed to find the sweet spot that made Dark Pit beg for him to 'fuck me harder, dammit!'. The two angels locked lips again and again, between desperate moans and loud cries of pleasure, and eventually Dark Pit came a second time, staining both of their lower bodies with his fluids.
Pit wasn't done yet and kept pounding him relentlessly, occasionally screaming at the top of his lungs when the pleasure that he tried to contain was too much to handle. He eagerly kissed away Dark Pit's face, whether it be his cheeks, nose, lips, eyelids—anything that his mouth could reach because he couldn't care less anyways. He wanted a taste of everything. He bit into Dark Pit's lower lip, sending a wave of pain down the darker angel's spine, and suckled on it with desire. Pit tasted his lover's blood and opened his eyes, looking at him with apologies, and resolved to kissing him passionately instead. Dark Pit smiled and pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around Pit's hips and pushing so that he could go even further inside of him.
"You're nearly there, babe~," he whispered against Pit's lips, and the other was unable to answer with the loudness of his moans and the tension building up in his body. He eyed at his twin worriedly, wanting to say sorry for how bad he was hurting him with his violent, ruthless thrusts, but Dark Pit hushed him: "No, don't apologize. Break me all you want, just looking into your eyes will put me back together."
Pit smiled at that but had to grit his teeth when a wave of intense pleasure ran through him. He clung onto Dark Pit's hips, pushing himself in and out with deep cries that he had no will to contain any longer; he wanted this to be over with, to relieve his darker half from his pain. Dark Pit smiled and kissed him on the forehead, panting and his member hardening again from the mere sight of his lover in such a lewd state and position. His lighter half kept going for a little more than two minutes, encouraged by the dark angel's heavy breaths and slight whimpers, and finished off with a low moan and intense shudders shaking his entire body. Pit took a minute to pick up his breathing, covered with kisses from Dark Pit, who was still hungry for his touch.
The dark angel admitted that he was obsessed with Pit's feeling, with his scent, with his eyes—with him as a whole. He would never get enough, he felt like a drug addict. Dark Pit tried to sit up, but soon realized that Pit was still above him, lying down and breathing heavily, so he stayed right where he was. The dark angel trailed his fingers—which felt tighter than ever; he had trouble bending them without hissing in pain—in Pit's hair and caressed it gently. "Shh… Take a deep breath."
"That's what I'm—"
"Shut up, Pit! If you're talking, you're not focused on your breathing!" Dark Pit insisted. He massaged Pit's scalp with great care, in a loving way that only his lighter half knew he possessed within himself. He could come off as aggressive and unfriendly, but when people really got to know him and trust him, he would show up to be the best lover someone could hope for. Sure, he still never said that he loved Pit, but those gestures alone were more revealing than any overused words could be. As long as his darker twin kept on petting him the way he did, he would be content with their relationship.
The dark angel sighed, relaxed, feeling true bliss once again. It seemed like only Pit's touch could make him feel that way. Perhaps he should open up to him a little more, tell him more details about who he was and, maybe also, tell him that he loved him so much. Perhaps he should tell him that he would always love him more than anything, but could he? He gulped when he remembered his mother in his dimension, who had been Medusa's target since she was Dark Pit's only hope and 'love'—even though it was different. Dark Pit opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, listening to Pit's tranquil breathing and feeling his chest rise against his own. He would hate to lose him, he couldn't lose him; he would die if he did. Pit was all that was left… to his whole existence. Nothing else mattered.
Dark Pit was definitely infatuated with Pit, and even that was akin to euphemism. The dark angel kept rubbing Pit's hair while he was thinking about all that they had been through together. Eventually, Pit raised his head and pulled himself up, meeting the sparkling red rubies of the angel beneath him. His own ocean eyes were glistening in the light of the sun outside. The lighter angel sat up, between Dark Pit's spread legs, and rubbed his face to wash off his tiredness. He wanted to make the most of the day, since nighttime was dangerous with all the darkness surrounding them… If Pit slept during the afternoon, he knew that he would regret it. With that thought, he glanced over to Dark Pit. "We should be getting up, it's still bright daylight outside."
"So?" Dark Pit inquired.
Pit shrugged his shoulders and held his darker half's hand when it trailed along his thigh. "We can't get out at night anymore, so I want to enjoy the sunrays and the cold breeze while I can!"
"Who even enjoys cold breezes?" Dark Pit inquired, raising an eyebrow, but he chuckled when he saw Pit's stern expression. He rubbed Pit's hand with his thumb, since they were holding hands, and smiled a little. "Fine, sweetheart. We'll go and watch the sunset, if that's what you want."
The light angel grinned in response and tugged at Dark Pit's hand, signifying that he should stand up if they wanted to go before it was too late. The darker version of Pit nodded and sat up on the bed, right in front of him, but he winced when he felt the sticky fluids coming out of him and staining the bedsheets. "Well, maybe it'd be a good idea that I take a shower first. So. I'll go and take a shower, then I'll join you at the bench. Alright?"
Pit nodded and smiled, sealing their lips into a passionate kiss. Dark Pit rubbed his left cheek and entangled his fingers in his messy hazel hair, then his red eyes met Pit's belly, which was splattered with dirty stuff as well. He cringed internally; sex was such a messy thing… but he couldn't deny that it was worth it. After they were done kissing each other, Dark Pit looked at his lover in all seriousness—which wasn't such a rare occasion, but it was in this case, because he would never act so… solemnly after they had sex. "No, I have a better idea: we go and take a shower. Plus, I was not exactly done with you anyways~."
When he said that, Pit frowned and looked down at his other half's crotch, only to realize that he was already hard. The light angel blushed and chuckled. "Ooh, did I not give you enough, Pittoo~? I'm not even sure you'll be able to stand up."
"Aw, you're saying that you're tired already, Pit-stain?"
Pit shook his head negatively and chuckled, standing up and heading straight for the bathroom where he said he would wait for him eagerly. After he had disappeared in the room, Dark Pit briefly glanced at the necklace, that he still had around his wrist, took it off and put it on the bedside table. After that, he rapidly picked up the blankets that were pushed to the ground, and followed his lover right away.
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Palutena told him that she was feeling Medusa's threat, and that it was getting stronger. Pit asked how they could stop her before she could doom the entire human world with her darkness, but the Goddess of Light said that it was already too late for the humans, and that they had to go and find two representatives of the human race for… reproduction purposes. She explained that humanity had fallen to the hands of darkness, and that countless wars divided them, and had caused several thousands of casualties already.
Pit's eyes filled with anger when he heard those words; he didn't understand why they kept fighting, and mostly why Medusa targeted them and not Skyworld. Was she afraid of something? It appeared that she liked to assert power over the weak, who couldn't do anything to stop her. It was unacceptable for the young angel, who had to draw a line somewhere. Palutena told him that he needed, along with Dark Pit, to choose two humans that they would keep in Skyworld, under constant protection to ensure that their race wouldn't go extinct.
Pit had agreed and had resolved to protect his friends first: Magnus had been his choice when it came to the human male that he wanted to save. As for the woman, since Gaol was apparently killed by the Underworld forces, he had no idea who to choose and decided to leave it to Magnus. After all, he was the one who was going to mate with her, right? He had the right to pick who he would want children with… After a moment of intense conversation and planning out, Dark Pit erupted in the room, slamming the doors open with a smirk on his lips. "Sup, d'I miss something?"
His lighter version immediately looked up and smiled widely, whereas Palutena asked him to come closer and figure out a plan with them. She summed up the situation on the Overworld to the dark angel, whose wings dropped when he heard that they had started new wars all across the land. The Goddess of Light told him about their mission to find a suitable woman for Magnus, and Dark Pit wondered why it had been that human who had been chosen to begin with. Pit admitted that it had been incumbent on him to choose, and that he didn't want to let his friend down.
Surprisingly enough, the dark angel simply nodded and said that he had made the right decision. When normally they would've disagreed, Dark Pit appeared to be strangely compliant. The Goddess of Light refrained from mentioning it and focused on her idea, on what she wanted them to do precisely and how long that would take them. After everything was settled and the two angels accepted the mission, she handed them two glowing stones that looked sort of similar to that on the necklace, except that they were shaped like tiny versions of the sun. She told them that these would be essential, since spending a week on the Overworld without protection from Medusa's darkness—and supposedly it was what those stones provided to those who had them—was foolish and, mainly, suicidal. Pit thanked his Goddess for her service, and took her in a warm hug before he ran to his quarters to get his belongings.
In the meantime, Dark Pit folded his arms and eyed at Palutena. "What about Tip? And Blapi? Will they stay here?"
Palutena nodded quietly; she had taken the decision to keep them under constant supervision, because she knew that Medusa was out for them as well, so that they could defeat Pit and Dark Pit. The Goddess of Light was aware that their growing friendship would get the best of them if the other two turned their backs to them. So, choosing not to risk it, she kept them locked in their room, with few access to the outside world—and even that was restricted to the gardens and the hot springs, and those occasions would be watched by Palutena herself. The Goddess of Light sighed. "It's best if they stay close to me. Tip is immune to physical wounds, but we don't know what would happen if he was confronted with Medusa's darkness. Perhaps he could be consumed and then… There would be no way of defeating him."
"And Blapi?" Dark Pit asked again, this time sounding more worried, which betrayed his hidden concern for the green-attired angel. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he liked that angel: he liked his cuteness, his innocence. So bendable, he could do anything with him and he would never notice a single thing. He could toy him around—even though he wouldn't, because Blapi held a… somewhat special place in his heart, no matter how much he denied it.
Palutena noticed the sparkle of concern in Dark Pit's eyes and smiled. "Don't worry about Blapi, he will be safe."
"I'm not worried."
The Goddess of Light rolled eyes but didn't say anything. Denial didn't look good on Dark Pit, but what could she say? He was like that; whenever his feelings were involved, he acted cold and careless. Palutena thus decided to continue on the subject of Blapi, but not to mention Dark Pit's growing interest in him. "You see, he's feeling rather weak, and he's highly secretive, but I'm sure that he will open up to me—just like you did. It certainly demanded time and effort, but it was worth it."
Dark Pit's cheeks flushed. "That's, uh… such a nice thing to say. I didn't expect it in the least… Palutena, I-I don't know… I don't know what to tell you."
"Something like: 'Thank you, O Glorious Goddess of Light' would be enough."
"Not even in your dreams."
Palutena laughed; she expected that answer, and she liked to joke around with him. Pit was right when he had told her that he was amazing company… She learnt to appreciate him over time. It hadn't been the easiest thing to do, but she didn't regret it at all. Behind Dark Pit's confident and snappy attitude, there was a heart made out of pure gold—even purer than that on the walls of her quarters. She just had to dig for it, which took a lot of time and effort, she had to admit.
The Goddess of Light had thought about giving up many times, but never did she do it. She had been willing to see who was Dark Pit; behind the smirks, behind the mean words, behind the constant insults. She could say that she had successfully done so, much like her beloved angel Pit. She considered him to be her son as well, just like Pit—she made no real difference between the two now, they held the same place in her heart. She swore to herself that, after Dark Pit would be forced to leave their dimension, she would personally come up with a way to bring him back to her.
Thus, she had been working on a prototype: a new angel, who looked similar to Dark Pit, that she would send out to that other world in order to keep the balance of the Universe steady. Then, after she would've succeeded to do so—which was entirely hypothetical, because she had never tried something like that in the past—she would snatch their beloved gloomy angel from his original dimension, replace him, and everything would end well.
Hopefully that outcome would be the one they met in the end.
Dark Pit raised an eyebrow when he heard Pit running back to the main hall. He placed his hands on his hips, discreetly wincing at the throbbing pain in them, and slowly turned around right as his lighter twin walked in. He had a bag over his shoulder and his trusty Palutena Bow, that he ought to keep under all circumstances. The dark angel frowned. "What in the Underworld are you bringing this time? You won't be able to fly with that thing on your back, allow me to take it," he said, then he walked up to Pit and grabbed the bag, only to realize how incredibly heavy it was. "Woah, what the fuck?! What did you put in there?!"
Pit scratched the back of his head, nervous. "Food?"
"That's way too much—"
"No, it's perfect, Pittoo!" the light angel countered, pouting when his darker half opened the bag and took out a few elements. He clicked his tongue and looked off towards Palutena, who was witnessing the scene with a smile on her lips. "Lady Palutena, tell him it's not too much, pleeaase~!"
The Goddess of Light stood proudly when she said: "You know, Pit, meddling in the affairs of another couple is never a good idea."
"Seriously, can you not quote yourself all the time? It's getting on my nerves," Dark Pit snarled.
Pit eyed at him mischievously. "Everything gets on your nerves anyways!"
"Yes, mainly you bitching at me!" Dark Pit growled, which silenced the other angel for good, much to his relief. The dark angel shook his head, pissed off, and looked through Pit's provisions. He took out things that would be beyond useless; they were not going to a world where people didn't eat! What kind of idiot could Pit be at times? Humans needed to eat just as much as angels did, so there had to be food supplies on the surface. What was the point of bringing that many items anyways?! He could feed the entire crowd of Centurions with all he had taken! The dark angel's wings perked up in annoyance, and he kept rummaging through the bag.
Once he had taken out most of the food supplies that Pit had packed in it, he picked it up and held it. Pit insisted to see what he had left, but his darker half only rolled his eyes and turned to face Palutena. The Goddess of Light was about to talk when the main doors of the palace slammed open; Blapi walked in, a little embarrassed because he probably didn't intend to push the doors with such strength, and apologized. Dark Pit glared at him, told him to run off before he could get his hands on him. The green angel, intimidated, quickly headed for the room he shared with Tip, whom they hadn't seen since the training session with the Centurions. Not that Dark Pit was concerned, but he knew that Pit was by the look in his eyes.
"Does anyone know where Tip is?" the angel of light inquired.
Palutena shrugged one shoulder; she wasn't overly worried about Zeus' angel, he knew how to defend himself in case of emergency. "He's probably in the gardens. Go check if you will, Pittoo can stay here and we'll talk about your mission."
"Right, and watch out for his sweet talk, don't wanna hear none of it," Dark Pit sighed, frustrated.
Pit chuckled, nodded and decided that it was an amazing idea to take a look around the gardens—despite his lover's blatant jealousy. Thus, he headed towards the doors of the palace—which were still opened, since Blapi had to hurry to his room without being given time to close them—while Dark Pit and the Goddess of Light talked about their mission a little bit, to get additional information. Pit turned away from them and walked out, listening to their two familiar voices behind his back until his ears picked up another sound; it came from the bench that he used to stay at with Dark Pit to read stories.
Intrigued, Pit followed it and saw that Tip was sitting there with a bunch of Centurions around him, sat on the pavement and gazing at him. Thinking that this was a strange behavior, the Angel of the Sun made his way to them, and found out that Tip was playing an instrument with seven golden strings. It looked like a 'C', but it was upside down. Pit blinked, since he had never seen this instrument in his life before, and Tip looked up. He first seemed surprised and stopped playing, but the other angel's bright smile convinced him to keep going. Tip kept playing a ballad, which had drawn the attention of all Centurions that had been flying around when they heard him. Indeed, he was incredibly talented, as though he had played this… thing for his entire life. The blond version of Pit finished with the melody and eyed at his idol, who was impressed beyond words. His ocean eyes gleamed with fascination, and that really warmed Tip's heart.
The angel with the red scarf blushed a little and kept staring at Pit, who came to sit next to him and take a look at the instrument. Tip gladly handed it to him and watched carefully what Pit would do with it, since it was a precious gift and he didn't want it broken. Eventually, after a minute of observation, Pit looked up and gave it back to him. Inquisitive about the object, he asked: "What's its name? Does it have one?"
"No, I didn't name it," Tip laughed, then he became more serious and held his instrument with great passion. "It's called a lyre. This one was given to me by Lord Hermes when I was a young angel, and since then, it's never left my hands," he explained, his gray eyes running over the golden musical instrument in his grasp. He cherished his lyre more than anything—aside from Pit, of course. He raised his head when he felt Pit's eyes locked on him and pursued his explanation: "You're the first person I allow to touch it. It's really precious to me… It reminds me of better days."
Pit nodded and his brain was overflown by a thousand questions that he could ask about Tip's dimension. Had it succumbed to the Darkness? Probably, since he was there to protect the 'last' dimension illuminated by the radiant light of the sun… How had it happened? Did he lose his friends? His family? Was Zeus still active, or had he been defeated as well? The angel of light shook his head and concentrated; one question at a time. Once Tip's eyes met his own, he began with: "Tip, we've never talked about your dimension, nor about your Medusa. Do you think you could tell me more?"
"Depends on what you want to know, really…" Tip answered, slightly uneasy, and his grip on his lyre tightened. He briefly looked at the Centurions, who decided to give them some time alone, since they were going to talk about quite a personal subject. Zeus' angel was sincerely grateful that they had chosen to do so; he didn't want everyone to know what had happened in his dimension, it was too painful. Before getting carried away by his thoughts, Tip turned to face Pit, who appeared to be concerned. He laughed humorlessly and braced himself. "There's not a lot of things that I'm willing to say… Lord Hermes is still alive, that's one thing, because he brought me here, he opened a breach which led me directly to you. Seigneur Zeus… It's complicated, and I feel guilty about it. If the Gods are possessed today, it's entirely my doing. You see, I'm not a hero like you, Pit… I'm just an angel who cannot hurt himself, no matter how hard he tries to."
"Why would you do that?!" Pit exclaimed, his wings perking up in terror.
Tip sighed and looked away, staring at his feet and at the cold, warm gray pavement underneath them. There was no way of avoiding the question, so instead he answered it honestly: "I wasn't the only immortal being in my dimension. Medusa also was. The only way to kill her would be that I spill my blood on her. The… The ultimate sacrifice, but it'd have saved everyone. Seigneur Zeus had come up with a solution: he told me that, with a potion, he could make me a mortal being. I decided that we should give it a try, and he began working on the said potion… But it was never finished."
Tip paused, picking up his breath, and his eyes filled with heavy tears at the memories. He remembered very well what had occurred after that: some Underworld creature had caught sight of Zeus' potion and had told Medusa about its making. Before it could have been completed, the Goddess of Darkness had erupted in Mount Olympus and had attacked Zeus. Tip had been there to protect him, but he was ridiculously overpowered. The God of the Gods had asked him to take the potion and the recipe, to fly off with them, but Tip had firmly refused to abandon his master. That only resulted in total chaos: Medusa had distracted Zeus and Tip with some of her strongest troops and, in the meantime, she had personally destroyed the recipe, along with the potion. Tip gulped when he thought about it; if he had been less stubborn, if he had done what his master had told him, he could've killed Medusa.
Pit steered him away from his thoughts when he placed his hand on his shoulder. He could very well picture how this situation had turned out… He knew the feeling of guilt; he had felt it when he had been back in his body. All the humans that he had killed burdened his soul, he couldn't rest, he felt terrible and ashamed—even though the Chaos Kin had taken control of him and it wasn't really his doing. He had also felt responsible when Dark Pit had been caught in the Chaos Kin's ashes; he had dragged him into this war in the first place, hadn't he? Palutena had spent weeks trying to tell him that he did nothing, that Dark Pit had decided to help out on his own account, but her captain couldn't help but feel intensely remorseful. So yes, he knew those feelings and how crippling they could become if they settled in. He would make sure that they wouldn't do that to Tip—he didn't deserve this inner torture, nobody did, not even Medusa and Hades.
"Tip, whatever happened, you did the right thing," the Angel of the Sun asserted, and Tip glanced up, surprised. Pit proceeded: "You couldn't have saved Zeus, even if you had wanted to. Same goes for that potion that you mentioned—which I suppose correlates with what we call a Drink of the Gods in our world; if it was meant to be destroyed, it's probably for a reason."
"Pit, you don't understand…"
Pit quickly interrupted him, raising a hand to stop him from talking. "Here, think of it this way: if you hadn't been immortal, Pittoo and I would've been abducted by Medusa… And who knows what we would've become. You didn't save your dimension, but you're participating in saving the whole Universe instead. Isn't it a fair trade?"
Hearing those words help put a smile on Tip's face, in spite of his heavy tears. He was right, perhaps it was a chance like no other. After all, if he was unbeatable and this Medusa wasn't, he would not risk anything in facing her. Although he knew that he couldn't do that: it was Pit's and Dark Pit's job to bring her down to her knees. Tip wasn't too concerned; those two were absolutely fantastic, both in character and fighting style. Pit was the one who always went head first in battles, leaving strategies and scheming far behind, whereas Dark Pit himself was more into planning things out to ensure a good outcome. What was the funniest was their fighting style: despite their techniques, Pit was way less violent than his darker counterpart when it came to the actual battlefield… Strange combination, which fascinated Tip.
The angel with the red scarf stood up, wiping off the dust sticking to his chiton. Pit followed his lead and they both walked back in the palace, talking about anything and everything so that they didn't draw the suspicions of Palutena and Dark Pit. Speaking of those two, they were still discussing the organization of their mission, and Dark Pit appeared to be pretty pissed off—he always was anyways, so that didn't surprise Tip.
The dark angel spun around when he heard the doors open and his facial expression softened when he met Pit's eyes. For one of the first times, Tip could decipher a hint of love and profound care in his ruby orbs, which were shining brighter than a handful of stars. Pit smiled and walked up to him, asking for details about their mission, and Zeus' messenger couldn't help but listen. Apparently, both of the heirs would have to roam the Overworld for a week or so, in order to… mate two humans—he picked up the name 'Magnus' but didn't know what it was referring to.
The blond angel frowned, confused as to why this was even important to begin with, and started walking towards his room when he heard Dark Pit clearing his throat. His voice was incredibly close. Zeus' angel froze, taken aback, and jumped when a strong, firm hand landed on his shoulder and grasped it. Tip was spun around and tried his best to avoid Dark Pit's slit eyes. "I was just about to—"
"I know," Dark Pit interrupted him, tightening his grip. "You know, I'm quite possessive. What's mine is mine, got that? Now tell me what you two talked about out there, because I'm not stupid enough to believe that it was all about the weather."
Tip turned pale. "I really should go…"
The dark angel shook his head and secured his two shoulders so that he couldn't escape the conversation. He wanted answers, right there and then; no waiting, no evading this time. Zeus' angel gulped and glanced down at his feet, his gray eyes filling with fright—he could feel just how threatening Dark Pit was, and how much he wished he could hurt him. At the same time, he was aware that he wouldn't do it, since Palutena and Pit were also in the room. Tip hesitated before looking into Dark Pit's eyes, which were sharp but not… aggressive any longer.
The darker version of Pit slightly frowned and weakened his hold. "To be fair, I don't really care about what you talked about. I'm just wondering why you were on the verge of tears when you walked in with Pit, and I must say that I'm starting to like both of you, with Blapi. Well… Don't quote me on that."
"Y-You like me?" Tip asked, incredulous, and that caused Dark Pit to roll his eyes.
"And there we go. Isn't that the discovery of the millenium? You should seriously consider writing a book about it—something like: 'The Tale of the Dark Angel with a Heart'. I'm sure that would sell."
Tip chuckled.
To be continued…
