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/!\ Warning: Sexual themes /!\

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. 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 22: Angelic lighthouse

Palutena told them to pack their weapons and belongings, since she urged them to come back to Skyworld. They had spent a week around the Sanctum, but it was no longer safe for them: they had to face constant attacks from the Underworld army, and they grew more and more scarce regarding medicinal plants… The Goddess of Light had assured that she could use one of her barriers to protect the Sanctum, but in the end, she found out that Viridi's powers were still too present to allow her to do so. Because of that, they needed to find shelter in Skyworld's palace.

Regarding how she managed to make it to the two angels, Palutena explained what had happened, how she was back to her senses despite the fact that she had, apparently, been possessed by Hades—she even dared to accuse Pit for it. She said that Zeus had found a new body for the Lord of the Underworld and that he had imprisoned him in the Pantheon, which brought bad memories to Dark Pit: it was exactly what his incarnation of Zeus had done before succumbing to his darkness and freeing him. For the first time, he had hope that the God of the Gods wouldn't be so stupid this time around, and that he would make sure to stay away from Hades. Needless to say, the dark angel hadn't said anything about the news, since most of it was brand new to him.

Pit, on the other hand, had seemed more concerned and asked if the 'cage' that Hades was in was safe. Palutena reassured him by telling him that the cage was made of pure light, and thus that she was the only one who could open it, along with Zeus of course. While that worked for Pit, Dark Pit had only felt more worried about it. He had pretended that he needed to look for something in the Sanctum, when really he had wanted to be alone. And there he was, on his own, sitting on one of the highest branches of the Sanctum. He couldn't help but feel concerned, for he was almost certain that Zeus wouldn't resist long enough for them to kill Medusa beforehand. The trio really didn't need another enemy after them.

Under the rays of the warm morning sun, Dark Pit looked out to the skies before him, his stomach heaving. He gulped down his worries, trying not to think about his dimension and the turn of events that happened there, and instead thought about Pit and their recent relationship. There hadn't been a lot of improvement, but it was slowly coming together: Dark Pit would soon overcome his fear of physical contact, and that would be when things would really change. For the time being, they interacted just like they did before, except for a few touches and kisses here and there. When he gave it a thought, he had never said that he loved Pit aloud; he had been thinking it hundreds of times, but never once did he express it.

Pit, on the other hand, had been more expressive and told him that he loved him whenever he thought the situation was right for it. Though, since Palutena was back, he had been quite distant—well, not distant, but a little colder than before. Was he shy? No, probably not. He was always with his Goddess, talking to her, walking with her, training with her when he used to spend hours sparring with Dark Pit instead. But the dark angel didn't blame him: he knew how much his lighter half had missed the Goddess of Light's presence by his side, and he surely wanted to make up for the time they had lost. Dark Pit sighed at the thought, since it still hurt him to be pushed to the side because Palutena was back. It was painful, unfair, and he had no idea how long he could cope with this attitude. He didn't have to accept it, after all: he was nice enough to do it, since Pit was so essential to him, but nothing forced him to wait endlessly. He could easily say that he had enough of being ignored, and that'd be the end of his problems. But no, he couldn't, he couldn't find it in his heart to do it. He loved Pit, no matter if he paid attention to him or not. Although, he would still enjoy a little company.

Dark Pit's wings fluttered and he cringed at the throbbing pain in his right wing bone. He still hadn't taken care of it, even though he had thought about it several times during the last few days. He had wanted to use one of those magical leaves, but figured that he should be saving them for more important wounds in the near future. The real fight was about to unleash, after all, now that Pit and him had tricked Medusa with the fake necklace. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought, imagining her face when she would try it out and realize that she had been duped. He wished he had been there to witness it, it must have been hilarious to watch.

"Pittoo!" His wings fluttered again, which caused him to moan in discomfort, and soon a white angel sat next to him. Surprised, Dark Pit glanced at him with wide eyes. Pit smiled and crawled closer to him, so that he was close enough to rest his head on his shoulder. "Pittoo, hi. You've been up here for an hour," Pit murmured, as though he was afraid that speaking too loud would scare off his darker counterpart. He gave a kiss to Dark Pit's shoulder and closed his eyes. "I've been worried, I thought something had happened to you."

"Perhaps you should worry less about me and more about yourself," Dark Pit replied when he spied an open wound on Pit's cheek. It wasn't a deep cut but it still spitted some blood, and the dark angel really hated that. He brought his hand to Pit's face and used his thumb to wipe off the droplets of blood that rolled down his hurt cheek. "What happened to you?"

Pit chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. He looked rather embarrassed when he said: "I was packing up my weapons and I fell—that cut comes from my bow."

"I see."

Dark Pit looked into those blue eyes and slowly turned away, gazing back in the horizon. He felt scared, if he was honest with himself. Frightened even, at the thought of fighting Medusa one more time. He had already tried in his own dimension and had failed miserably… Fortunately, he was still under Hermes' orders at the time, so he had him all fixed up, but that didn't change the fact that he was terrified. Of course, he was eager at the same time, since she had tried to subdue him countless times and even nearly killed his Pit: seeing her dead would definitely ease his mind. The main question was to know whether or not they'd be powerful and dedicated enough to kill her and, thus, put an end to her expanding reign over the Universe. Was there enough of them, two flightless angels, to stop her? Well, it was true that the Goddess of Light herself was helping them out, however would that really change anything to their fate?

Pit pulled him by the arm and climbed down the tree, inviting him to follow him. "Lady Palutena wants to see you."

"So that's why you came here? Because she asked you to come and get me?" Dark Pit asked bitterly, his heart aching suddenly since he realized that Pit had had no intention to come and talk to him on his own account.

Pit quickly shook his head and pulled his darker version close to him, so that he could hug him tight. There was a tint of sadness in his ocean eyes, and that was enough for the dark angel to understand that he had been misled. It really appeared that Pit had wanted to come to him, even though he had also been charged by Palutena. The lighter angel smiled when he felt Dark Pit's pounding heart against his own heart and slightly blushed, for he had missed their embraces. They used to hug and touch a lot more before Palutena came back and saved them. Pit wondered if he hadn't been too focused on her to realize that his darker twin felt abandoned. He bit his lower lip and lifted Dark Pit's head to make him look at him. "Pittoo, I missed you. Really, I came because I wanted to. I want to see you, I want to be with you."

"Wow," the dark angel snorted, wearing his casual bored expression in his red orbs. "Are you gonna be all romantic again? I didn't bring a plastic bag to puke in."

"Pittoo!" Pit reacted, his wings stretching up to manifest his anger. Dark Pit smiled to himself: angel wings were so expressive. Although they were commonly thought to serve one and only purpose—namely, make them fly—they also were conveying emotions. What words didn't say, their feathers showed it. It was a wonder of Nature, when he thought about it. Pit caught his attention when he laid a gentle peck on his forehead. "I like to be romantic with you, because that's how I truly feel inside. At least I'm able to show my feelings!"

Dark Pit frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?!" he snapped at Pit.

The light angel lightly shrugged his shoulders and looked off into the horizon, saddened. "You never say that you love me."

Dark Pit gulped, feeling all the more guilty after he had said that. It was completely true, but the dark angel couldn't help himself: he couldn't say those words, for they scared him just as much as the thought of being touched. He loved Pit more than anything, but… saying it would damage his pride. He was supposed to be the angel who needed nobody, who could wander on his own with no care in the world.

The reality was that he craved Pit, he craved his attention, he yearned for him. And the reality of things was painful to him: he had never been this dependent in the past. Never would he have thought that he could fall in love so easily, so effortlessly, to the point where he would deny his own freedom to stay close to the other. It hurt him deeply to think about it: it was an idea that came in complete, utter contradiction with all he had ever stood for in his lifetime. He had fought Gods and entire armies to be free of doing whatever he wanted, to be free from anyone's hold, and yet he had fallen for an angel and revolved around him in an Orbitar fashion. He couldn't be away from Pit, for that would put an end to his entire world. And that, above everything, was a dangerous game: what would happen once he'd be back in his own dimension? He knew that there would be no return.

Pit would be left behind until the end of his eternity, he would belong to his past. But could he be left in his past?

Dark Pit looked away; he had to be, the dark angel knew the risks if he left his dimension for good: it would unbalance the Universe as a whole, not just his life. Every living thing in the Universe would be affected negatively. He couldn't do that… Even though the rest of the Universe had fallen to the grasp of darkness, he still couldn't resolve to destroying—the right word would be obliterating the balance across all dimensions.

Pit cleared his throat, looking even sadder than he previously was, and turned away from Dark Pit. "I get it."

The dark angel bit his lower lip: he had been lost in his thoughts for too long and Pit had taken it as though he refused to say that he loved him. Which might or might not have been the truth, that being said. Nonetheless, he cupped Pit's face and made him look at him. "Pit, it's not against you, you know that."

"Oh, I know. It never is with you."

"Pit, listen to me and stop bitching with me!" Dark Pit warned him, a silent anger blazing in his ruby eyes. He shut them for a second, collecting his thoughts, and glanced back at the light angel. He had heavy tears in the corner of his eyes, which brought panic in the darker version's heart. "Please, tell me that you don't think less of me."

Pit gulped and looked off, disappointed, then climbed down the tree. The only thing that he said was: "Lady Palutena must be waiting, come down." With that, he turned around and quickly looked over his shoulder, adding: "Tsun-Pittoo!" before leaving him there, sitting on his branch, all alone. Dark Pit's eyes widened, rage boiling in his guts, and he screamed the other's name. Infuriated, the dark angel dropped all the way down to the main hall, hoping that he'd fall on Pit but he missed him. The other angel laughed and ran to the armory. Dark Pit snarled; he had nearly sprained his ankle in trying to catch that idiot, but he had to say that it was the least of his worries at the moment. He needed to take revenge on his lighter twin.

The dark angel briefly saw Palutena standing there but didn't mind her, focused on trying to catch up to his lighter half. Pit went to the armory, wanting to train with his bow again, and slammed the door at Dark Pit's face without even realizing that he was there.

The dark angel kept his composure and opened it, trying to be stealthy. He crept up to Pit as he looked around the shelves and cleared his throat once he was just behind him, next to his ear. The light angel jumped and nearly banged his head against the shelves, before he spun around and faced his darker counterpart. He gave him a challenging look and held onto his Palutena Bow, which he put on the table in his back. Dark Pit brought his hands to his shoulders so that he wouldn't run away and took a deep breath. "Don't ever—" he started, though he was abruptly interrupted when he was forced into a kiss by Pit. He widened his eyes but grabbed onto his chiton, pulling him closer and moaning into their kiss. He only moved back once he was out of breath, which seemed to satisfy his lighter half. "Pit," Dark Pit started again, panting, and he looked right into the eyes of the angel of light. "Pit, never call me that again, you fucking asshole. I know that I keep on disappointing you, but that's not a reason to—"

"Shh," Pit hushed him, putting a finger on his lips. His eyes were shining with all the tears that threatened to fall. Despite the intense pain in his blue orbs, there was a slight smile on his lips, and that confused the dark angel beyond words. Pit briefly looked away, seeking words to express himself, and eventually eyed at Dark Pit again. "I call you whatever I want to, that's a first thing. Then… No, you don't disappoint me. I just like to be reassured sometimes, so I wouldn't mind being told that you love me, but I understand that it must be difficult to say these words for someone like you."

"It is—Wait… 'Someone like me'?"

Pit smiled mischievously, nodding, and didn't give his darker half the time to snap at him before continuing: "Anyways, maybe we'll talk later, I need to be alone for a while."

Dark Pit opened his mouth to protest, his wings perking up with anger—though he cringed at the pain in his right wing—but, when Pit eyed at him in all seriousness, he decided to leave without insisting. He knew how much he had hurt Pit, and if he needed time to think this through. Although he shouldn't forget: he was far from being done with him. He would pay for calling him… 'Tsun-Pittoo', or however he had dared to nickname him. Dark Pit gritted his teeth at the thought: he really hated him sometimes… Instead of raging in his own corner, the dark angel decided that he had better to do and walked over to Palutena, who was checking on the numerous weapons that the angel of light had packed. The Goddess of Light seemed relatively happy with his choices, although she had set aside a handful of blades and staffs that she didn't think would be useful to them.

Dark Pit stood next to her, hands on his hips, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the pile of weapons. "What in the Underworld is he planning to do with all of these? Is there a zombie apocalypse that I don't know about?"

Palutena laughed and turned towards him, a bright smile on her lips. Joy was gleaming in her wide green eyes. "Maybe, who knows at this point." Dark Pit folded his arms, frustrated, and groaned under his breath about how 'stupid' Pit could be at times. The Goddess of Light chuckled but didn't say anything, since she was getting accustomed to his temper and his constant bad mood.

Instead of focusing on it, she held out her hand and a familiar shape formed in it, made out of pure, golden light. The Silver Bow, Dark Pit gasped when he recognized it. The dark angel hesitated to snatch it from her hands, but decided to wait for her to gently nod before doing it. She smiled when she noticed the glimmer of his red eyes and decided to explain how she had retrieved it—if she even had, maybe she had just created a brand new one. "Here, I was thinking about giving it to you, that's why I called you down. I figured that you would miss your favorite weapon, so I asked my dear Centurions to look for it."

Dark Pit raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear about those useless things. "So, they're also out of their statues? That was quick."

"I know how to deal with Medusa's powers, I just needed to be awake to take action. Anyways, about your bow, I must warn you: it doesn't exactly work the way you remember it to," Palutena continued, looking a lot more serious than she usually did. It unsettled him a little, to be fair. "I added a few functions that may come in handy during hopeless battles, since we're in for a treat."

The dark angel shuddered and rolled eyes, shaking his head. "Yeah, you can thank Medusa for that."

Palutena nodded and bit her lower lip, but she had no will to dwell on the subject of her sisters—none of them were on the right side of things, with the exception of Aphrodite… Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong with them all. The Goddess of Light shook her head slightly, under Dark Pit's confused glance, and continued with her explanation: "Yes, uhm, where was I? Oh! Right… Your bow… So, your bow is pretty much as powerful as that of Pit, except that its range is more limited."

"That sucks."

"However, it deals more damage. Fair trade?"

The dark angel shrugged his shoulders in response. "I still can't believe that you'd do that for me," Dark Pit admitted, in all sincerity, and he squinted his eyes at her. "Sorry to disappoint, but you certainly won't gain my servitude with stupid gifts like this one."

"I'm not trying to, trust me!" Palutena defended herself, laughing a little. "I like my servant-to-no-other-than-himself Pittoo, you see. I am quite accustomed to him." In spite of her attempt to reassure him, Dark Pit wasn't yet convinced and couldn't take his eyes off of her. The Goddess of Light turned around to face the pile of weapons again and shook her head in disbelief: where was she going to store all of these? Their armory was already filled with weapons—including the First Blade which was strangely out of place.

Palutena heard Dark Pit walking away and smiled to herself. She wasn't blind, she knew that he was in a bad mood because he had argued with Pit. Their first argument probably, by the look of defeat in the dark angel's eyes. When she had seen Dark Pit drop from the tree, she had known that something was off; although they liked to spar and squabble from time to time, that time had felt different: Dark Pit's eyes were blazing in rage, and that was unusual when it was directed at Pit.

Somehow, the Goddess of Light had expected that their first quarrel would happen soon, since the two angels were so complex and, despite what they could think, incredibly similar. That being said, Palutena was not concerned in the slightest; she had no doubt that they would work things out on their own. It was their problem after all, she couldn't give them a hand every time something happened. Both of them were old enough to take matters in their own hands, even though they were only early teenagers. If they wanted to do adult things—wink wink—then they also had to accept the cons of their new condition. Not everything would be pretty and shiny all the time, but she was convinced that they already knew that.

With those thoughts in mind, the Goddess of Light turned and smiled at Pit when he made his way in the room. "Here, come and give me a hand, will you Pit?"

The angel's wings jerked up and he beamed at her: "Of course, Lady Palutena!"

.oOo.

Once the sky was darkening and the stars were shining bright, Dark Pit walked towards the armory and listened at the door. When he heard no sound, no agitation, he decided to go in and train with his new bow. He noticed that the design was identical, so he wondered in what way it could be so different from before and couldn't wait to discover its new functions. He hadn't seen Pit in the entire day, but that suited him fine: after the conversation that they had in the morning, he was happy to have a bit of time alone. Although he had loathed it during the past few days, this time around it was very welcome.

Dark Pit silently entered the room, hoping that the door wouldn't creak, and turned the light on. Several targets had been blown to smithereens and lied on the ground, though there wasn't anyone in the training room any longer. The dark angel looked around in order to find another target and hung it on the wall, aiming his precious bow at its center. He narrowed his eyes, trying to be as precise as possible, and remembered the soft feeling of Pit's hand on top of his own. He slightly moved his arm to the right and shot a fully charged arrow. It hit the middle of the target, tearing it to shreds. He braced himself, but felt awfully relieved when it made no sound. He grasped the bow, looking at it, and outstretched his arm, trying to spin it between his fingers. He tried to manipulate the bow so that he wouldn't drop it, but realized that it was way harder than he'd thought very soon: it fell to the ground in a loud clang! that he was sure would wake up Pit and Palutena. He swiftly picked it up and attempted to do it again, gaining speed, but it fell once more. How could it be that Pit did it so easily?

Dark Pit gritted his teeth, scooped it back up, and gave it another try. It gained speed and, suddenly, its blades started to burn: a garish purple light emanated from them. That took him by surprise, thus he threw the weapon on the ground.

Dark Pit shook his head to snap out of it and quickly brandished his weapon. "I'm nearly there," he told himself, to find the motivation to try again. And that he did, he stood straight and extended his arm, starting to spin the bow again. The same light, which hurt his eyes, wrapped around the blades before it gathered at the center of his bow and created a shield. Dark Pit tried to hold it for as long as he could, but it felt as though the dazzling light was devouring his energy. Out of breath, his vision shifting to black, he let go of his bow to recover.

That was when he realized that someone was standing next to him: Poseidon. The God of the Seas glanced at him with something akin to admiration before he clapped. "Bravo! Very impressive, I must say!"

The dark angel growled and made sure to stay away from him. "What do you want?"

"Your servitude, what else?" Poseidon laughed out loud, though he really was the only one to. He cleared his throat and stood straight again, taking a serious expression, however that only made him look more ridiculous in the red eyes of the angel. The God of the Seas had brought his precious trident with him, although that did not impress a rather impervious Dark Pit. "Aw, cheer up! You will have an ulcer sometime soon if you keep it up with the anger!"

"Ulcer my ass," Dark Pit scoffed, before he leaned in and picked up his bow. "Also, for your information: I'm not for sale. You guys are sorely mistaken if you think I want to serve any of you Gods."

"Don't act so prickly, you're an angel: that's in your nature to be submissive," Poseidon said. Dark Pit rolled eyes and growled under his breath, pissed off because that was anything but true. The God of the Seas stared at him silently, still smiling, though the light in his eyes was very cryptic; it was somewhere between childish amusement and profound, boiling wrath. He approached Dark Pit when he least expected it, when he was turning his back to the God of the Seas actually, and put a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't scream for help. Dark Pit instead separated his bow and sent a powerful kick in the God's leg.

Poseidon lost his balance for a brief second, which was enough for the dark angel to recoil, and was soon attacked with two burning hot blades. They still radiated a mighty energy that even him couldn't withstand. The God of the Seas took a step back, petrified, and thankfully avoided the blades. Dark Pit smirked and folded his arms, deeply amused. "What do you think you're doing, asshole? I said I'm not for sale."

Poseidon was about to reply when he was shot from behind. He spun around, only to be met with the sight of Pit, who held his Palutena Bow. "Leave Pittoo alone!"

Dark Pit rolled eyes when he saw him and groaned that he 'could've done it all on my own, don't need your assistance'. The God of the Seas watched in awe as the light angel's wings started glowing, thing that had never happened in the past unless he was guided by Palutena. Dark Pit also appeared to notice it, since he was staring with his mouth gaping at the angel of light. His wings were shining brighter than the sun itself, nearly blinding Poseidon and the darker version of Pit. The God looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting those of the dark twin, and he gulped. "It's impossible…" he whispered in terror. "Those were only legends! The Angel of the Sun has been killed!"

"Well, no he hasn't," Dark Pit smirked. Pit had no clue what they were talking about, but his darker counterpart decided not to mind him at the moment. Legends and books were not really Pit's favorite subject… "Medusa thought that she killed him, but his new incarnation is standing before your very eyes."

"Pittoo, what is this about?" Pit voiced out his worries, fidgeting with his hands.

Poseidon, on the other hand, was on the verge of raging. "Eros had been killed to avoid this situation! Mistress Medusa destroyed him, so that he wouldn't be an obstacle during her rise!"

"Aw, you'd like a handkerchief to wipe your tears~?" Dark Pit teased before he cleared his throat and left his bow on the table behind him, in order to walk up to Pit despite the intense brilliance which came from him. He simply put a hand up to cover his face—mainly his eyes, for that matter—and let his steps guide him towards him. Pit frowned, for he didn't seem to see the light that emanated from his wings, and hugged his darker half. His heart was beating so fast, he had feared to lose him. When he had seen the God of the Seas trying to abduct Dark Pit, he had felt the rush of adrenaline in his veins and had quickly stepped in. Little did Dark Pit know, he had been observing him since the beginning. His gut feeling had warned him that something evil was lurking in the shadows, and he had wanted to make sure that his twin was out of any danger.

Pit eyed at Poseidon, and mainly at the dark waves that his soul produced: he had succumbed to Medusa's evil, he felt it, he knew it. "Pittoo, stand back!" he demanded.

"As you wish." Dark Pit didn't insist and stepped out of the room, though he kept the door open to watch. How he wished that he had brought popcorn… "Kick his ass, Pit-stain!" he encouraged his twin, who had engaged in a merciless battle with the God of the Seas.

Poseidon nearly impaled the light angel on his trident, however Pit had seen it coming and had successfully evaded it by launching himself to the ground. He cried out in pain, very theatrical like always, and quickly avoided the trident which had threatened to stab him in the stomach. He rolled to the side, wrapping his white, glowing wings around himself so that he was out of danger until he got back on his feet. Dark Pit leaned against the door, resting his shoulder on it and crossing his arms against his chest. The sparkle in his red eyes as he watched the scene play out showed just how much he was enjoying it. Pit countered a vicious attack that had been perpetrated behind his back, stopping it with his bow. He pushed the God of the Seas and spun his weapon, though not fast enough to generate his shield.

Taking advantage of that, Poseidon held out his trident and nearly shot the angel dead with a wave of poisonous water heading right for him. Pit dashed towards his opponent, his bow still spinning between his fingers—he was incredibly talented, it didn't seem like he could be stopped—and slashed the God's arm. Poseidon cried out in pain and grasped the angel's hair, though Dark Pit decided to step in and kick him in the neck. Thankfully that was enough and Poseidon released Pit, who held onto his golden bow and intercepted another trident attack. "You're quite the fighter, Pit," the God of the Seas grunted between his loud, heavy breaths, still swinging his trident towards the angel of light and attempting to impale him on it. "But you're not strong enough, I can't feel your passion."

Pit gritted his teeth and launched himself towards his enemy, barely avoiding the trident that aimed for his stomach again. He spun his bow, stopping each and every attack coming his way, and suddenly grasped it in order to slice into the God of the Seas' chest. "Still no insight of my passion?!" Pit asked, his lungs burning because he lacked air, and he quickly raised his bow to counter the trident. Poseidon groaned once more, out of breath, and moaned with the huge amount of blood that he was losing. He knew that he wouldn't make it, so he stepped back.

And thus, Poseidon was defeated, much to Dark Pit's entertainment: it was always so thrilling to see an angel, a subordinate, beat a boss like the God of the Seas. It was highly satisfying. The God had a hard time standing up, cringing at the sore feeling in his whole body while he had to listen to Dark Pit's sneering. "Very well, I guess I shall leave then. You know it's only delaying the inevitable," he growled.

"Oh no, not really," Dark Pit smirked, then he walked towards Pit and put a hand on his shoulder. "This angel is under my protection. Thus, give up on him: you'll never get him no matter how hard you try."

Poseidon gritted his teeth and vanished in a flash of blue light. The light angel blinked, heavily confused, thousands of questions running through his mind. Wanting answers above anything, he faced his darker twin and opened his mouth, however he had no idea of what to ask him. There were so many things that he didn't understand in their conversation. What about the God of Love? What about… legends? What was this all about?! Pit stared at Dark Pit, completely lost in his thoughts, and was about to ask questions when he felt his twin's finger on his lips. "No, shh, don't think about it!" he hushed him, then his eyes shone with pure lust as he dived into those blue of Pit. He leaned forward and sealed their lips together. The light angel's wings fluttered and stopped glowing, which eased his dark version's eyes. They both wrapped their arms around one another.

Eventually, Dark Pit let go of his lips to whisper in his ear: "What would you think of heading towards my quarters~?"

"Do you mean what you mean?" Pit asked innocently, which actually confused his twin more than anything else. Seeing that Dark Pit had frowned, completely puzzled and about to snap at his twin for being so vague whenever he opened his mouth, the angel of light fluttered his wings and said: "I mean, do you mean that we're going to be loud?"

"Depends on whether or not you're loud, sweetheart~."

Pit blushed wildly. "How could I know?! I've never done this before."

Dark Pit chuckled and bit his earlobe. He had to say that he felt quite impatient, even though there was still this lingering fear that heaved his stomach a little. He would make sure to get rid of it, because he couldn't resist his urges anymore: he wanted Pit, right there and then, and there was no way that he'd back down this time. "Well, I'll make your first time memorable~."

"But how do we do that even?" Pit asked, confused above what words could express. Was it possible between two males? Probably… Dark Pit probably knew how to make it work, at least, so he would trust him. Although, he had one request: "I kinda feel safer when I'm the lead…"

"Bad habits~!" the dark angel purred in his ear, while he licked its insides and sent waves of desire down Pit's spine. His lighter twin clung onto his shoulders and pulled him closer, holding him tight. Dark Pit smirked and giggled under his breath, sounding so seductive that even that brought a strange, tickling sensation in Pit's stomach. The angel with dark teal feathers caressed his lighter half's torso teasingly, forcing him to drop his weapon to the ground. "I'm the dominant one here, you just have to let me take the wheel and you'll have a good time~."

Pit gulped, really impatient he had to say, and eyed at Dark Pit's hair—it was all that he could really see, since the other was eating his ear. "I'm definitely dominant, I'm the original," he said, determined.

"Pit, seriously—"

"In this dimension, I get to be the lead. But I promise that, if we ever go to your dimension, you'll be tops all the time."

Dark Pit rolled his eyes at the empty promise but accepted. He looked at his lighter twin in the eyes and kissed him abruptly, pinning him to the wall behind them—fortunately there was one, otherwise they would just have fallen and it'd have been embarrassing. The dark angel smirked and pinned Pit's hands to the wall, making sure that he couldn't move even if he tried to. Pit's wings had suddenly become more tense, and that allowed Dark Pit to run his fingers through those soft, velvety feathers.

They were so bright, so adorable: their shape was much rounder than that of his own feathers. Though he had to say, they lacked intensity, they lacked colors; he wished that they could've been light pink or slightly yellow, or even blue why not—like his very own in his original world. That vibrant white was pure, innocent, just like the angel who owned them, but it still didn't look appealing enough. Dark Pit longed for colorful feathers, so that they could cross their wings and be delighted by the contrast of their different tints. Pit's feathers looked like a blank canvas, that needed to be painted on, whereas Dark Pit's dark teal ones were like that of a duck's silky wings in the rays of the sun.

Dark Pit grasped Pit's hand and led him towards the main hall, where they went straight for the door to the right. They walked along a dark, gloomy corridor until they reached two doors that were kept closed with a climbing plant tied around the handles. The dark angel untangled them and threw them to the ground without a glance for them, and turned to face Pit, who had cute flushed cheeks. Even though the perspective of sharing his body with someone was still a little scary, Dark Pit knew how much he could trust Pit with it: he was the angel of the legends after all! The light at the end of the tunnel. Though from the confused look on Pit's face when he had heard his conversation with Poseidon, he'd have a lot of things to explain in the future…

For the time being, he was a lot more interested in pushing him on this bed and being at his mercy all night long~. That promised to be some fun, since Pit had no idea what he was supposed to do… Maybe they'd share good laughs out of this, so it was still more than worth it in Dark Pit's opinion.

"You still have to tell me about this 'legend' that Poseidon mentioned," Pit said, way too insistent on the subject in Dark Pit's taste.

"Aw, shut up…" he answered before he pulled Pit into a passionate, hungry kiss.

To be continued…