Fallen For You 11

Fallen For You

Chapter 2: Love
Part 4


Ike laid in his bed. He felt more lost and broken than any other point in his life. He’d gained and lost so much in a single day; it was more than unfair. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to swallow his feeling for Pit so the Angel could be in a relationship with the hated Princess of Hyrule.

While he moped, Ike barely registered the changing light outside. The bright sunlight that had warmed the mansion and melted all the snow had faded to a dark grey that suited the mercenary’s mood. A distant, angry grumble stirred the air, and roused him from his thoughts. A storm was on the way…

A short time later, Pit entered the bedroom. He made his way slowly, as not to disturb his roommate. The Angel sensed a great sadness within the mercenary, and the boy figured that it had something to do with the baby. Peach had warned him at dinner that Ike had suffered the loss of a child. It broke the cherub’s heart to think of how much pain his friend was going through, and he had promised the Princess to give Ike some space, for the time being. Without a word, Pit finished his nightly rituals, and within an hour, he was in bed ready to turn out the light.

“Goodnight, Ike,” he whispered softly as he shut off the light.

“Goodnight, Pit,” the older male answered softly, his voice drained of all emotion. Distant thunder was his only reply after that. The heavy sound was oddly soothing, and it put him to sleep within minutes. He welcomed the break from reality.

Two hours later, rolling thunder became a crashing storm. Lightning illuminated their room in a harsh strobe through Pit’s uncovered window, and thunder crashed directly overhead. Ike awoke instantly, not from the storm, but from the terrified whine of his roommate. The mercenary rolled over on his back and looked over towards his roommate’s bed.

Even in the dark, the older male could see that the whole bed was shaking. The Angel sat, hunched over, a pillow hugged to his chest for comfort, wings trembling so harshly, that a few feathers fell from them. When the lightning flashed, it showed Pit’s wide, tear-filled eyes under a hood of sheets. Before the haunting light had vanished, the thunder crashed directly overhead, and Ike watched the cherub jump. A high-pitched squeal of horror was followed by terrified whimpering, and the Angel clamped his exotic blue eyes shut, spilling his tears.

“Pit,” Ike called over the pounding rain. One of the Angel’s gorgeous, blue eyes peeked open. The mercenary pulled down his covers in an invitation. “Come on.”

It wasn’t the first time that the two had shared a bed during a bad storm. Their first year at the Tournament had seen one of the worst storms in Mushroom Kingdom history. In order to stop the Angel’s uncontrollable sobbing, Ike had offered his bed. Since then, it had become a habit between them. However, Pit always waited patiently for his invitation, and once he had it, he leapt into the mercenary’s bed, pulling the covers high.

“Thank you, Ike,” he whispered graciously through his wavering voice, thick with tears. He snuggled deeper into the covers.

The mercenary smiled, his sadness temporarily forgotten by Pit’s close proximity. “It’s what I’m here for,” he said, and scooped the Angel into a one armed hug to help stop the trembling. It took a moment, but the young boy finally relaxed and rested his head on the covers on Ike’s chest. The older male never quite understood why the younger never used a pillow when they slept together, but he greatly enjoyed the warmth of the cherub’s cheek through the comforter.

It wasn’t long before the sweet Angel completely relaxed under Ike’s arm. The mercenary closed his eyes in an attempt to go to sleep but all the excitement of having the love of his life so close, wouldn’t allow him to calm down enough. He lay there, very still as not to disturb his partner, and concentrated on his breathing. He worked on creating a rhythm, but ten minutes of breathing slowly and deeply brought him no closer to sleep. He was ready to start counting sheep when he felt Pit stir. The mercenary kept completely still as the Angel propped himself up with one hand on either side of Ike’s chest.

After a brief pause, the cherub leaned down until their faces were only centimeters apart. Ike could feel the younger male’s breath ghost across his face. He smelled fresh, pure, like a breeze blowing off of a mountain. It was perfectly suited for such a beautiful creature. Pit’s breathing changed to quick, shallow breaths, while Ike struggled to understand the young male’s actions. Pit had never done anything like this before, or at least to Ike’s knowledge.

The storm continued, but the bluenette barely noticed. He was too busy maintaining the appearance of sleep. He waited for Pit to make a move, and that was when he felt a pair of petal-soft lips meet his own.

Ike’s eyes flew open and Pit quickly retracted. The cherub’s lips stayed slightly parted in shock, and his eyes lowered in shame. “I-I’m sorry,” he murmured, fearing the older male’s reaction. “I know you told me to never do that again. That it’s wrong, but I just wanted to thank you for-”

The mercenary slowly raised the arm that had been holding the Angel around the torso. He silenced the boy by gently stroking back his hair. When Pit was clam, Ike propped himself up on his left elbow and met the Angel in a soft kiss. The moment was intense for the older male; nothing had ever felt more right than that single act of pressing his lips to Pit’s. He craved more, needed more, but he restrained himself and pulled away. “I’m not mad, Pit. I could never be mad at you.”

Thunder crashed, but neither noticed; both were lost in each other’s eyes. Ike continued to stroke the Angle’s silky locks, causing his beautiful white wings to flutter.  The bluenette’s hand lowered to the boy’s neck, and he marveled at the softness of the cherub’s skin. Pit leaned down and placed his cheek directly on Ike’s bare chest and sighed contentedly, fanning his wings out for the older male to explore. The older male found the snowy, luminous wings to be soft beyond compare, unlike anything he could describe, in a category all their own. He ran his hands down them, allowing the feathers to flow between his fingers.

A loose feather let go into the palm of Ike’s hand. He lay back down, flat on his back, hugging Pit gently, but firmly, to his chest. The bluenette cradled the brunette boy in his arms while he examined the snowy, white treasure in the dark. It was beautiful; it appeared to be pale blue in the dark, pure blue. It was his. Something tangible of Pit now belonged to him, and no one could take it away. Ike felt comforted by this discovery, and held on to the feather.

Pit lay on Ike’s chest, in a comfortable doze. He was slightly aware of the storm, but the majority of his attention was on Ike. He listened to the steady rhythm of his companion’s heart and thought it was like music; a lullaby, and the deep feelings he felt radiating from the older’s core were superior to any blanket. The Angel felt as though he were flying through a summer sky, and Ike was the sun. All his fears vanished, because he knew he was safe; Ike would always be there to take care of him.

(End Part 4)