Yeah, yeah, I need to start working on SSB Summer, because I've been keeping you all waiting for the dance chapter, but Thanksgiving Break happened, and I just got a really good idea for this fic, and then all this other stuff happened, and…blah…blah…blah…

…blah…

BUT YEAH! Who's ready for some action?

*Looks to Samus*

…and some sexual tension…?

*wiggles eyebrows*

*gets slapped*

Ok, ok, I'll write the darn thing…

The pain in Samus's head was unbearable as she finally regained consciousness. It took an obscene amount of effort for her simply to part her eyelids. As soon as her vision returned to normal, she quickly viewed her surroundings, wondering why the kid had knocked her out and what he had done during that time.

The first thing she noticed was the presence of his old bed straps, constricted tautly about the circumference of her waist, which extended to firmly lock both her arms and her legs into fetal position. She had been set up against the wall of her ship's medical bay, her hands and feet strapped tightly together, denying any sort of movement other than her head. A gag made out of bed sheets cut her breath into short gasps. The kid was nowhere to be found. Her eyes widened as she came to this realization, and she began to struggle and scream almost instantaneously. Why the hell did that kid tie her up?! Was he working with the space Pirates?!

A voice echoed in the back of her mind. It was Pit's.

Do not fear. I will keep you safe.

Samus's decisive hearing picked up a small sound originating from the outside corridor, like one of the automatic doors had just slid open. Her heart leapt in suspense. Was it Pit?

Or something else?

A collection of footsteps echoed down the corridor that led to the medical bay. Samus could tell that whatever was down there wasn't alone. The paces increased in volume, getting closer with each passing second. The huntress heard what sounded like muffled hissing, the cocking of a few standard issue Phazon rifles, and the start-up whine of a plasma whip.

They had found her.

Emerging into the medical bay Samus observed three Space Pirate sentries and a single commander, distinguished by his advanced armor and superior armament. Samus cringed as they came into view. They were truly disgusting creatures, warped and twisted by Phazon exposure, with disturbingly elongated claws and half-open mouths, brandishing drool-soaked, lengthy incisors. Their skins were filthy shades of dark brown, all leaking with open sores and unhealed wounds from previous battles. They looked somewhat malnourished, ribcages protruding under their patched-up chest plates that tottered over wobbly chicken legs. Every last one of them shared the same eye color: a repulsive, blood shot shade of hazel that made Samus's skin crawl. They produced no sound, other than the ghastly heaves of their damp breaths.

The blonde cursed the teen in the back of her mind.

That insolent - he gave away my location! He tied me up and ratted out where I was hiding! He's been working with the Space Pirates the whole time!

The commander froze as the huntress came into view. Motioning for his crew to lower their weapons, he adopted a haughty gait as he strolled up to the restrained girl. Kneeling down, he roughly grabbed her chin and hissed victoriously in her face. Samus scowled, wishing for nothing more than her Varia suit, so she could cram her arm cannon down his smug grin.

Cocking his head interestedly, the gruesome pirate became much more relaxed in his motions, tracing his foul talons down the side of her cheek, passing her chin and ending on her suit collar, whereas he condescendingly played with the thin fabric of her Zero Suit, hinting something appalling. Samus's eyes suddenly widened and then narrowed, infuriated at his touch. Disregarding her death stare, he inclined even further forward, burdening the huntress's nose with his putrid breath. A long, fork-like tongue lashed out of his petrifying teeth, delicately sampling the sweet skin on her features. Samus squinted in disgust as the pirate grew even more comfortable with the situation, allowing his slender tongue to worm his way into her gagged mouth.

Samus's eyes shot open with rage.

Gag or not, she had to do something. She threw her inhibitions to the wind and bit down. Hard.

The pirate screamed like a little girl.

Samus, after she had had her fill of watching the alien suffer, relaxed her clenched teeth and warped her features into a hearty sneer. She wiped the blood off her teeth with her tongue as the creature reeled back in pain.

Disgusting. She thought.

The beast growled indignantly as he nursed his bleeding tongue. The spectating sentries began to snicker amongst themselves. The commander snarled, and they fell silent.

They eventually managed to get down to business. The first knelt down beside the commander and produced a pair of electronic, magnetically sealed handcuffs, and locked them around Samus's wrists, as if the medical bed straps Pit had already established weren't enough. The second simply stepped up behind the commander, holding his rifle at Samus's head, threatening death if she made a move. The third stepped over to the medicinal bay computer and went digging around in the huntress's history, looking around for anything interesting.

Pit's biological data was the first thing to show up.

Samus glared daggers at that pirate. He had no business there.

As the creature's eyes began to scan the data, he began to have a similar reaction that Samus did when she read over it. Which was complete and total fear.

As Samus stared him down, she caught a flash of white in her peripheral vision. She turned her head instinctively…

…to notice Pit standing ominously in the doorway.

Something was clasped in his hands. It looked like some sort of bow, only with golden, razor sharp edges and azure-stained streaks accenting it. Somehow it shimmered in the dim light, as if it gave off its own glow.

A single finger rested perpendicular to his lips. His features were contorted into a wicked smile. His eyes gave her chills. Where had he gone? What was he about to do?

He moved like a shadow, his sandals gliding across the dense steel floor without a sound to be heard. He was incredibly fast, like he wasn't even touching the ground at all. In a flash he was inches behind the pirate poking through Samus's data records. Before Samus could even register it, Pit had soundlessly slit the pirate's throat and let him fall into a blood-soaked heap, dead as a doornail. He didn't even react as he collapsed, like the life had been drawn right out of him.

Samus, even with her gag on, managed to release a small gasp.

The remaining three pirates quickly swiveled around, only to find the lacerated corpse of their comrade and a single, bloodstained feather resting on the floor. All affrightedly raised their weapons.

They weren't alone anymore.

The three took their attention off of Samus and brought it to the empty, encompassing room. The commander gave a few quivering screeches, as if demanding the malevolent force to show himself.

Pit eagerly complied.

Without a sound or even a sign of movement, Pit had materialized out of nowhere behind the leftmost sentry. His arms moved as a blur as he reached forward and snapped the unsuspecting pirate's spindly neck.

The thing screeched and fell over, lifeless.

Like before, the others turned in an instant, only to find a gruesomely mangled pirate and another haunting feather. Pit had vanished once more.

He was like a ghost. Somehow, Samus could feel his presence as he moved invisibly about the room, toying with the minds of the utterly defenseless aliens who were terrified out of their wits.

The final remaining sentry lost it. Abandoning his mission, he screeched in a horrified manner and bolted for the door, so as to escape this inexplicable slaughter. The commander called after him, but by the time the sentry had made it out into the hallway, it was too late.

After a loud shriek, a sickening splatter noise, and a few small thumps, the pirate's decapitated head rolled past the doorway, features frozen into a scream.

An echoing laugh dissolved the silence.

The commander raised his weapons with trembling hands, screeching at the unseen murderer to come out and fight.

Pit obliged.

Materializing in the doorway, Pit became visible, like he had faded in from another dimension. The malicious grin he possessed, as well as the magnitude of blood staining the pure gold of his bow, was enough to give a demon nightmares. The commander could hardly move.

The teen took a step forward.

Frightened, but determined to survive, the sole remaining pirate unloaded his plasma rifle at his mysterious assailant, confident in the weapon's power.

His confidence was severely misplaced.

Every single shot was a direct hit.

Every single shot failed to even scratch the boy's skin.

Pit's smile grew even larger.

Now immeasurably alarmed, the alien continued to discharge his firearm incessantly, desperately trying to at least slow down this monstrosity before him.

One of the shots connected with Pit's right hand, sending his gory bow spinning out of his palm.

A wave of relief hit the pirate. He stood a better chance now.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Pit raised his hand, as if inspecting where the bow had been shot out of his grasp. He seemed somewhat disappointed. His grin faded for a moment.

But it swiftly resurfaced.

Extending his arm perpendicular to his torso, he stated in a dark, otherworldly tone:

"Variable weapon access: Burning Palm."

Pitch-black lines suddenly streaked across his right arm, forming an intricate tattoo of what resembled a flame. As soon as the design was complete, the black strokes flashed a blazing orange tint, and fire began to spread out of them to envelop Pit's arm. Now coated in flames, Pit lifted his hand to between his eyes, arm right down the middle of his stance.

Before giving the pirate time to think, Pit had rushed forward at an invisible speed, slicing clean through the alien.

The two gory, charred halves, with armor carved in two as well, collapsed to the floor in a gruesome, smoldering mess.

If the gag wasn't in her mouth, Samus would have screamed.

Pit took a long, deep breath. Gradually, his eyes opened, the sapphire irises sharply contrasting the flickering red flames encircling his forearm.

Said flames were effectively extinguished with a flick of Pit's wrist.

When all was said and done, Pit returned to a casual stance and strolled over to pick up his bow.

Samus could hardly breathe.

As the teen lifted the gory weapon from the floor, his head swiftly turned to Samus, as if he had just noticed she was there. The huntress froze in fear, unsure of what would happen next.

The boy began to advance on her. Samus squirmed with all her might, but her restraints held firm. There was no escape.

It only took Pit a half second to reach her this time. It seemed like he had leapt the distance of the room instead of walking it. He knelt down slowly, bow clasped tight in hands. He elevated his weapon to her head as soon as he was on her level, and slowly brought it forward. Soon it was inside the huntress's gagged mouth.

Samus trembled violently. She expected a fierce stab or slash from the teen's bow, so she braced for the worst…

…and was surprised to feel him gently slice the gag with the edge of his weapon.

Tears of confusion rolled down the huntress's cheeks as Pit unraveled the cloth from her head, adopting a tender smile as he did so.

His heart-melting tone was back.

"There. You were kept safe."

Samus took trembling breaths as Pit began to sever the binding straps one by one. He pinched the magnetic handcuffs in his fingers and effortlessly yanked them apart. As soon as they were all released, Samus hurriedly scrambled away from the teen, backing herself into a corner. What she had just witnessed was probably one of the most bone-chilling things she had ever seen.

"W-what… w-w-what ARE y-you?" She stammered.

Pit cocked his head.

"Is something the matter, Samus?"

"YOU'RE THE MATTER!" She screamed back. "JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

He seemed saddened.

"I… don't understand…"

"HOW DID YOU DO ALL THAT?! WHY DIDN'T A SINGLE SHOT EVEN PUT A DENT IN YOU?! WHAT WAS UP WITH THE FLAMING ARM THING?! HOW WERE YOU ABLE TO DISSAPEAR AND STILL MOVE ABOUT THE ROOM AS YOU PLEASE?! JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Pit stayed silent.

Samus continued to yell at the top of her lungs.

"ANSWER ME! WHAT ARE YOU?!"

Pit looked to the floor, as if he was unsure how to answer that question.

"…I am an angel, servant of Lady Palutena, the Goddess of Light. My full name is Pittavian Thompson Icarus. I was created over six million years ago. My purpose is to fulfill the goddess's orders and bring harmony to the universe."

His gaze left the floor and returned to Samus.

"My birth number is 72849. My current mission is to eradicate immoral organization known commonly as the 'Space Pirates.' My current caretaker is registered as 'Samus.' Caretaker's bra size is estimated to be DD, perhaps E cup. "

Samus scowled. A hint of a grin kissed the edges of Pit's lips, but quickly vanished.

"All telepathic connections to main command have been severed for unknown reasons. One additional command has been intercepted within the past seventy-two hours. Assignment Label: Guardian. Assignment description: Protect Samus Aran, no matter the cost. Is that not you?"

Samus stood up and warily nodded.

"Affirmed. Subject label: Samus Aran. Guardian protocol was initiated prematurely, approximately thirty-six minutes ago, without verbal confirmation of your identity. I offer my apologies."

He bowed. Samus didn't move.

"I would also like to ask for your forgiveness for my previous methods of enemy dispatchment. I used you as an enemy diversion, without requesting permission first. It was an impudent and unreliable tactic, and I apologize."

He looked her in the eye.

"If it serves as any consolation, you served as sufficient bait. Perhaps your bust size played a beneficial factor in distracting the enemy. I commend you."

Samus fumed. Supernatural or not, someone needed to smack some sense into this kid.

Without warning, she drew her hand back and gave the angel a sharp, crisp slap across the cheek. The sound echoed in the room. Pit slowly reached up to touch his reddened skin, as if the feeling was new to him. He glanced up at the huntress, who was already unsure whether slapping an angel was the best course of action or not. A small tear quivered in his eye.

"I apologize, master…have I done something wrong?"

"WRONG?! YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT MY B- wait… what did you call me?"

The angel shrugged.

"I called you master. You are my master. This is basic Guardian protocol. I am forever bound to your side, until either I fall or the order is terminated by the one who gave it. Until then, I am subject to your every whim."

Samus furrowed her brow.

"Alright… but who gave the order?"

Pit was silent.

"I…am not allowed to say, master. Please forgive me."

Samus sighed.

"Okay… you answered my first question, but now I have another. Do you remember how you got here? Or how you ended up in the center of that asteroid?"

Pit's gaze fell to the floor in shame.

"…no, master. I do not. My only accessible memory logs are from the past few days, the others are unreachable due to Goddess Lock. I do not remember the passcode required to access them."

Again, Samus sighed.

"Fine. I'm sure we'll figure this out eventually. Right now I have corpses to clean up."

She tried to walk by the angel, but he stepped in front of her.

"Please, master, allow me to clean. It is my fault for not dispatching your assailants in a sanitary manner. I beg of you."

She raised an eyebrow.

"O…kay?"

The angel beamed.

"Thank you, master."

He took off, shaking the room as he bolted out at breakneck pace. Within a second he was back, all number of cleaning supplies piled in his arms.

Samus gaped.

"How did you know where I keep those?"

Pit shrugged.

"I searched every room."

He went to work, zipping about the medical bay with a mop in hand, cleaning up the blood he had spilt only moments before. Each pirate was swiftly wrapped up tightly in garbage bags, and air freshener sprayed throughout the compartment. Pit dusted every inch of the room, then scrubbed everything down with sanitizing wipes. Swiftly he mended the medical bed straps, realigned the covers, and fluffed the pillow. He dove into the chemical closet and arranged everything alphabetically, while shining every beaker he could get his hands on. He was like a little, fluttery whirlwind, dashing everywhere while Samus tried to keep up.

The room was completely spotless within the timespan of about seven seconds.

Pit returned to Samus's side, satisfied with his work, and sat down cross-legged at her feet, awaiting further orders.

It took the huntress a few seconds just to register what had even occurred.

"Um… nice… nice job…"

Pit smiled.

"Thank you, master."

Samus glimpsed to the angel at her feet, a hint of uncertainty in her eye.

"Well, if you truly do have no idea how you got here or how we can get you back, I guess… you'll be staying with me for a while…?"

Pit shot his gaze up to her face. Like always, Samus jumped.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yes, master. If that is what you want, I will stay."

She extended a hand to help him to his feet. Graciously he rested his palm in hers, pulling gently down on her outstretched arm as he rose to her level.

Samus shivered as a chill spread from his touch. Even under the latex of her Zero Suit, her skin always came alive when she made contact with him. It was like he was acting on her with some unseen force, electrifying her senses with a certain miraculous power. She found it impossible to form words as startling rays of pleasure streaked through her body, warming her insides and subjecting her to a blissful shudder. She stole a trembling breath.

Pit cocked his head as soon as he rose to his feet.

"Master, are you feeling well? You're shaking. Is something wrong?"

"N-no… I… I-I'm f-f-fine…"

He cupped a hand to her cheek, setting her facial skin on fire with insatiable bliss.

"Are you sure, master? Your heartbeat and blood flow are approaching critical levels. Are you in need of comfort?"

Samus began to breathe hard. Her cheeks switched color from a sweet cream to a fiery rose. Her whole body shook with happiness, quivering under the angel's delectable influence.

It required all of her willpower to shove the heavenly beast away, providing herself with a brief moment of rest. She backed herself into the wall, leaning on it for support as her legs began to buckle.

Pit caught her by the waist as she began to slide down the wall. Samus gasped as the pleasure invaded her figure again.

"Master!" Pit shouted, bewildered with concern.

Samus choked on her own breath as the blood in her veins began to boil. Sweat poured off her forehead. Her very organs began to tremble. He was lighting her body up.

She gagged out a few words.

"P-p-please…s-s-s-stop…"

Pit's hands flew off her waist, in response to which Samus drew in a huge breath. She respired difficultly for a few moments as her body began to cool down. Clawing the floor reflexively, she bit her lip as the last of the succulent pleasure dissolved in her stomach.

Pit's tone carried a heavy sense of melancholy.

"I am sorry, master. I have harmed you. I have failed my purpose. Please punish me."

Samus's squinted eyes began to relax, and she opened them to view the handsome, sorrowful angel bowing obediently before her.

"P-p…punish?"

"Yes, master. I wish to be punished for my transgressions. Do not relent. I will accept my fate."

Samus lapped the froth off her mouth and scanned the boy. Having a supernatural being who could inflict immense pleasure with merely his touch could be punished in many sexually-oriented ways, involving whips, chains, and lots and lots of long, passionate bites to the neck…

Samus violently shook her head. What the hell was she thinking?! This was an ANGEL!

Her voice had almost returned to normal.

"No… it's fine… you… y-you didn't hurt me…."

"Please, master, I beg of you. I won't feel right until I've made up for my wrongdoing. Please punish me."

Samus took a long, quivering sigh.

"All…alright…you could…um…"

Pit looked up, eyes wide with excitement.

"Yes, master?"

"You could…let me…"

She began to blush again. Her voice descended into a murmur.

"…let me touch you a little…"

Pit immediately responded.

"Yes, master. If that is what you desire."

Instantaneously he grabbed his toga and ripped it in two, exposing his muscled chest to the unsuspecting huntress. She jumped at both the sound and the sight, the blush on her face burning even livelier. He gathered the shreds in one of his hands and chucked them to the opposite side of the room, torso now flatteringly unclothed.

He glanced at her for a split second before swiftly cuddling up in her lap, shaping himself in fetal position with arms around his legs. His right wing extended around her back, his left over the both of them like a blanket.

"I am ready, master. You may begin."

Samus didn't move for a few seconds. She was paralyzed with pleasure. His bare skin was in full contact with her body, stimulating her senses beyond all reason. She began to gag as a magical, bubbly liquid consumed her innards, flatly refusing to allow her to feel anything other than the stifling indulgence. She trembled even more violently than last time, her tingling bones rattling about in her flesh. Her heart beat at the rapidity of a hummingbird's, thumping against Pit's head as he cuddled her agitated chest. She couldn't suppress her audible desire as several loud moans rang out from her gaping mouth, while her arms swung around the kid and dug her fingernails furiously into his back. Pit responded by wrapping his own arms around her pulsating waist and squeezing tightly, sending her body into an orgasmic rage as she squirmed frantically in his arms. Her moans ascended into screams, deafening the unwavering angel. She lost control of herself as Pit shuffled around in her lap, exciting her body with a little motion. He glanced up innocently to Samus, oblivious to the utter ecstasy he was subjecting her to.

"Master, are you sure you're alright? You're beginning to lose your sexual continence. Do you require relief?"

Samus shrieked in reply. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the relentless pleasure finally dominated her, forcing her into a deep sleep. She fell over on her side, exhausted and finally relaxed.

Pit sighed.

"Master, please. I just cleaned the floor."

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M A FREAKIN GENIUS!

Samus: You perverted maniac! I thought your days of writing smut were over!

Ah, but you see, my dear, TECHNICALLY you two didn't engage in sexual intercourse. No sex, no smut. DO YOU SEE MY BRILLIANCE?!

*gets slapped again*

OW.

But yeah, I think I'll be taking a Black Butler/Heaven's Lost Property take on this story. Those are just animes I really like. I think it's working out, but tell me what you guys think with the whole "master" thing.

Did you guys like your first little taste of Pit's new power? If you did, get ready, for there is a lot more to come. If you didn't…

*gets really quiet*

I'll sick 'im on you…

Oh yeah, by the way, when I say sexual tension, I mean sexual tension.

Not much else to say, other than I need to get started on SSB Summer again or I might get shot in the head…

Peace everyone! Happy Thanksgiving!

-Mohawkman2233

*looks to Samus and Pit*

So… Pit can now give you an orgasm just by touching you for a long enough time?

Samus: That seems to be the case.

*author lifts up rope*

Oh goodie… then you won't mind me stripping the both of you down completely and tying you together for the next three days…?

Samus: …

Pit: …master…?

MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA