Thank you so much for a century of reviews guys!
I truly do not deserve to waste your time with my drabbling. You all have my utmost adoration. *love*
Don Cornelius got killed in a gun war, dun dun duuuuun. Marth doesn't really act like he is in his 20's, does he?
Bodyguard fetishes, hur.
"My father is now dead!" Marth screamed, lunging forward and pounding a fist against Ike's chest, clear rage burning in his eyes. "Why didn't you protect him?!"
"Because I was only hired to protect you, Mr Lowell."
"I didn't need protecting! You'd already gotten me out of the gunfire! I was fine!" He struck vigourously again and again, the impact of each blow not having any effect on his bodyguard. "My father was in the middle of it all with six hired workers... Six. None of them could stand a chance...They aren't you! They must have known that. They shot my father down Ike... You let them get him!" His punching gradually began to slow, breath and energy being consumed for the extra need of oxygen whilst he sobbed.
Ike couldn't help but sigh, head lowering somewhat to focus upon the elder male's sunken expression. "If it is any consolation, Mr. Lowell, there is a reason why my company is called 'Greil and Co.'"
"And why is that?"
"Greil was my father."
Both males' heads reversed positions, Marth looking up, into his face whilst the mercenary turned to stare out of a wide window. "He was killed in the field, right in front of my eyes. I held his slowly freezing body as he grasped at the last of life he felt before passing away. I'd never been so distraught in my life. Everyday was just meaningless, I felt pathetic for having to look after his business with such inexperience. But...I managed to pull through, just as you will, because I had people who cared about me on my side. Alright?"
Marth shakily huffed, sloppily wiping at the tears gathered by his eyes. "...No-one here cares for me. They only care for the company...not betraying each other or the Don and not getting killed for stupid mistakes."
Ike rose a hand to his sculpted face and removed his dark sunglasses, folding the arms and sliding the accessory into his suit trouser pocket. "I wasn't talking about those here, Marth. I was talking about myself."
As their blue eyes connected, an immediate flush spread across the Altean's plush cheeks. He couldn't help but become entranced on the odd occasion he'd actually witness the mercenary's deep, soulful eyes.
"I care about you....More than necessary. I don't give a damn about whether it will lose me the job but...I think I love you Don Marth Lowell."
Marth roughly swallowed.
Both pairs of pink lips appeared to part, the tension surrounding the pair becoming much more then want. This time, they needed each other's comfort, and nothing could or would stop them obtaining it.
Ike's head inched forwards, a particular certainty in his actions causing the employer to lean in as well. Their lips delicately brushed one another a few times before, with slight triumph, they pushed together.
The few seconds of contact seemed to last for hours to Marth, the hands still held against his bodyguard's chest clenching for purchase on the black, dapper suit.
He hadn't ever imagined himself to fall in love with a man, much less one who was employed by himself nor a much lower class.
The show of long-contained affection ceased none too soon, leaving the Altean with still puckered lips and a slightly dazed expression, both of which caused Ike to smile with the utmost adoration.
"You really shouldn't show that face to anyone else..." He teased lightly, curling his fingers under Marth's chin and running a thumb over his pouting lips. "It makes you seem a lot more vulnerable than we'd both like and that is a security threat."
Marth simply nodded with a slight laugh, lips still puckered, and closed the gap between them once again, hands this time dragging the suit material.
The utter intimacy between them had caused Marth's chest to twinge, in a delighted rather than hurtful sense. Shiida had never managed to make him feel so...so...needed in all the times they'd tried to make their engagement seem worth anything.
Without meaning to, his mouth slipped open, a deep groan escaping his dry throat. Ike appeared pleased by it and wrapped his strong arms around the smaller male's lower back, bringing them closer together still.
"I-Ike..." Shakily rolled from Marth's tongue, pulling back from his lips as they stumbled and collapsed onto one of the long black sofas gracing the new boss' office. Ike stared down with a neutral look, slight smile tugging at his lips as he observed the prize pinned beneath his powerful body.
"I...I love you too." The Don's slender hand rose and smoothed through the security's sapphire locks, taking out the translucent white earpiece as he passed the area. "Now, please. Show me that everything will pull through."
Ike in a suit = UNF.