Fallen For You 13

Fallen For You

Chapter 2: Love
Part 6

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Ike walked along the stone path that lead to Peach’s garden. Brawlers had warned him that the sky was getting dark; that another storm was on the way. The mercenary had ignored their warnings. The sky didn’t look so dark to him, and the forecast didn’t look very promising for the week ahead. It was now or never on this particularly grey Valentine’s Day.

Pit passed through the hedges that marked the entrance to Peach’s garden. He took a moment to examine some of the flowers budding up from the saturated earth while Ike caught up with him. The older male reached out and gently stroked the spot between the Angel’s wings. The younger boy hummed with pleasure. “Enjoying yourself, My Angel?”

Pit giggled. Over the past week, Ike had taken to calling him “My Angel” and the cherub adored his new pet-name. “I’m great, Ikus.”

“Ikus?” the bluenette questioned with a smile.

“Uh-huh. It’s my new name for you, since we’re so close… I would have called you Ikicus, but that’s awkward sometimes. Just Ikus for you,” the boy explained and turned around to give his companion a peck on the lips.

Even the softest of touches from the Angel set the mercenary’s senses on fire and melted his heart to a quivering puddle. He smiled broadly as the celestial pulled away. “If that’s what you desire, My Angel, then Ikus it is.”

Pit fluttered his wings and twirled with joy. “You like it! I was hoping you would! My Ikus!” He cupped Ike’s cheeks in his palms and gave the mercenary a more passionate kiss. The bluenette leaned in closer, hugging the boy and kissing him intensely, loving the taste of those saccharine lips. The contact wasn’t enough. Ike wanted more, but Pit pulled away. “C’mon! Let’s go see the fountain!”

Reluctantly, the older male released the boy from his hold and followed him to the very heart of the garden. The Tournament Fountain, carved of porcelain, stood at the core of the landscaping. The Angel was already sitting on the edge, staring deep into the bottom-most basin. He looked up as his companion drew near. “Slow-poke,” he teased and embraced his partner when they were close enough.

“Just enjoying the scenery,” Ike replied, stroking back the boy’s hair. The mercenary was shaking. Not from cold but anticipation. Now was the perfect moment, with the perfect setting. They were secluded in their favorite spot on Valentine’s Day. Pit was in his arms and completely receptive. Ike knew he had to do it.

His face heated up and his head felt lighter. Pit had this effect on him, but the feeling was intensified by his anticipation of the Angel’s answer. His pulse doubled, causing the young boy in his arms to giggle at the new rhythm. Pit took a moment to fluff his feather in delight from all the positive energy that radiated off of the mercenary. There was a depth to those feelings that made the Angel feel as though he were in a free fall. A pure, weightless emotion that exceeded any joy or pleasure and rivaled the love that he had for his Goddess.

Ike’s hand repositioned itself under Pit’s chin and raised his head so they could look into each other’s eyes. The mercenary had to take a moment to catch his breath after locking eyes with those celestial orbs. “Pit,” he breathed, drawing closer to the boy.

“Ike,” was the simple reply. He batted his eyes innocently, but it was enough to make the mercenary’s head spin and heart flutter.

The bluenette cleared his throat. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for some time now.”

The Angel blinked and nodded for his partner to continue.

“Pit, My Angel, I-”

A large drop landed right on the tip of Ike’s nose, breaking his concentration. The Angel giggled and looked up at the sky, only to have an equally large drop land on his cheek. Within seconds, the sky opened up and poured rain.

Without hesitation, Ike scooped up the object of his affection and carried him to the shelter of the gazebo. Pit laughed the whole way there, enjoying the gentile bounce that came with each of Ike’s footfalls and how they combined with the raindrops into a cadence.

By the time they reached the shelter, both were thoroughly soaked. Ike was amazed to find the Angel in perfectly high spirits, humming some made-up tune to a beat the mercenary couldn’t hear. He just swept the wet hair out of the cherub’s face. The Angel laughed and stood on his toes to return the gesture. With his partner’s hair parted, the younger allowed his hands to linger on the older’s face. Ike moved his hands to the boy’s waist, feeling the warm flesh, carefully concealed under the soaked toga.

Pit tugged his face down and the two kissed once more. Ike couldn’t bear the simple contact so he pulled the Angel off his feet and into a tight embrace. Pit gasped from the sudden shift in his position and Ike to the opportunity to explore the cherub’s mouth. His mouth was just as sweet or sweeter than his lips. Everything about the boy pleased the senses from sight to sound to taste, he was perfect. Yet another reminder to Ike that although Pit looked human, he was anything but.

The Angel’s tongue met the mercenary’s and caressed it softly. The two muscles engaged in their own hidden dance, something so smooth and natural, it gave the illusion of being rehearsed.

Finally, the brunette broke the kiss and laughed. His sparkling eyes mesmerized Ike. “You taste good,” he said simply, causing the older to blush.

“I’m not as sweet as you,” he replied, and noted the sudden, brutal shaking of the Angel. “You’re cold. We should go inside and get you dried off.”

Pit’s teeth chattered. “Okay, but weren’t you going to tell me something, Ikus? It sounded important…”

The mercenary was silent. “I… just wanted you to know that I couldn’t think of a better person to spend Valentine’s Day with than you.”

The Angel beamed, “Really?! This is the best Valentine’s Day ever!”

***

“… Shortly after that, we ran inside and took turns in the shower-OW!”

Mist is now glaring at me while she rubs her sore knuckles. Her hand must hurt far worse than my head.

“Ike!” she scolds. “I can’t believe you! It was the perfect moment, he was right there! Wh-what happened?”

I dodge a second swing that was aimed for my shoulder. “I just felt like the Gods were against me.” Now, I know they were. “Every time I tried to tell him, something just came up. I figured, ‘What’s the point? We already kiss and sleep together. It’s so obvious, I don’t need to say it out loud.”

Mist looks frustrated. She rolls her eyes. “That’s just an excuse, Ike.”

“I know it is. I know.” But how was I supposed to know then that I was being watched? Influenced? That a greater being had seen what was to come and was doing everything in her power to prevent it without breaking our hearts. Interruptions occurred because she didn’t want me to say it. She did everything she could to deter me, and yet here I am, heart shattered beyond repair, all because I couldn’t take a hint.

“Just tell me, Ike, did you ever tell him or not?”

I sigh. “It took me nearly a year to do it. A wonderful year, at that…”

***

Ike lay out in the tall grass of Mushroom Kingdom’s field with Pit. They were cheek to cheek with their feet facing opposite directions as they gazed up at the Heavens. They had already watched the sun set, with Pit sitting in Ike’s lap. As night set in the two reclined and watched the first stars emerge from the darkening expanse. Now, it was full-blown night, and the two admired the vastness of the space laid out before them to the tune of the surrounding insects.

The cherub sighed contentedly and that made the mercenary smile. “What are you thinking about, My Angel?”

“I’m not thinking, I’m dreaming,” Pit corrected gently.

“Oh,” Ike chuckled and then looked up. “What do the stars make you dream about?”

“Things that are far away,” the boy replied wistfully.

“Like your home? Up there in Heaven?”

The cherub giggled. “No, not that kind of far away… Like time far away.”

The bluenette nodded. “The future?”

“Yeah! It makes me wonder what it’ll be like.”

The mercenary’s interest peaked. “What do you see in your future, My Angel? What do you want to happen?”

The boy mindlessly fidgeted as he always did when he was shy. “Well… ever since you first told me… I’ve given it a lot of thought, and… I really want to be married someday.”

“Oh?”

“Uh-huh. I want to be married and have all my new friends there to see it. I want it to be colorful and happy,” he said with growing confidence.

“Where would you want to live?” Ike wondered, and looked out of the corner of his eye at the cherub.

The Angel shrugged. “Um… Skyworld, maybe… But… I really want to live with you, Ikus, or somewhere near you…”

The larger swordsman smiled and his heart fluttered. “That would be nice.”

“Are you going to be married too, Ikus?” the celestial asked, sitting up and leaning on an elbow to look the mercenary in the eyes.

The bluenette smiled. “At this point, I could see myself getting married.”

“To Samus?”

“No! Not Samus… Someone much better than Samus.”

“Would you let me come to your wedding, Ikus?”

The older male smiled at the Angel’s eager expression. “Of course, Pit. I couldn’t get married without you.”

The celestial archer fluffed his snow white wings in contentment and kissed the mercenary on the lips. He ended the kiss abruptly to ask, “Will you be a daddy someday?”

“I… really don’t know, My Angel. Kids… are a lot of responsibility. I don’t know if my lifestyle is ideal for raising a family… or at least the lifestyle I want.”

Pit pouted. “Well, I’m going to have a great big family, with lots of babies.”

“Why so many? That would be a lot of work,” the mercenary informed and stoked the Angel’s cheek to make the pout disappear.

“Yeah, but what could be better than a love so pure that it creates a new life? My future will be forever intertwined with the person I love. Our child will continue, even when we end, and there will be no doubt of our love. Anyone who doesn’t want to believe our affection for one another can look into the face of our child and see that we do love each other, and we want to be united forever. They’ll see me and my lover in that face, and know that they can’t deny it.”

Ike was stunned. He knew that, while naïve at times, Pit did show a profound amount of thought in some areas. This was one of his philosophical moments.

The Angel continued. “I want so many, I guess, because I never really had a family myself. The whole Heaven is my family, but a baby would be mine and my lover’s alone, something only we share… I’d be happy with one baby too… Just so long as I have one… I’ll name him after you.”

“Your baby?”

Pit nodded.

“Why?”

“Well, you’re very important to me, and I want the world to know it. You mean so much to me, that I would name my future after you.” Pit kissed him once again, but the mercenary was too stunned to respond. After a moment, he returned the kiss.

***

“… But by the end of winter, I finally told him.”

(End Part 6)