2008-04-08 10:31 pm (UTC)
Marth/Ike with mind control/hypnosis. After an accident involving a Pokemon, Ike is...'under Marth's will', so to speak. Marty unashamedly takes advantage of this. Smut preferred, anon can add a third person if they please.
2008-04-24 10:42 pm (UTC)
...I never see this kink anywhere. It's sad, because it's one of my favorites.
So...seconded, because I want to see this one done by someone.
2008-07-03 02:15 am (UTC)
I THIRD THIS
because it sounds amazing. ;___;
2008-10-23 03:32 am (UTC)
Anon might write
Just wondering, did you want Ike-uke? And third person maybe be a bit random, just wondering if OP doesn't mind that it's not Pit, Snake or Roy.
2008-10-23 04:41 am (UTC)
Ike-uke, yes. Preferably smut, but I'm good with anything.
And no, I don't mind. Go wild!
2009-02-23 11:52 pm (UTC)
Flower Power (part 1)
Marth looked over at the sleeping figure on the bed. He then dropped back on the wheelie chair that he had been sitting on for the past hour. Currently his roommate Ike is unconscious due to some severe exposure to some sort of pokemon dust.
What was it, Stun Spore or something like that?
Marth recalled the conversation he had earlier with the doctor and the pokemon trainer. The Stun Spore that Ike inhaled might cause some side affects when he woke up. The prince hoped he would be okay; he couldn't help but worry since this has never happened before. He made up his mind to stay by the mercenary's side until he woke up.
The prince spun in a circle on the wheelie chair then got up to where the mercenary slept. He placed a hand on Ike's forehead and ran his gloved fingers through the sleeping one's spiky blue hair.
Marth sighed. Okay he admit it, he's grown some sort of attraction to the mercenary ever since they met. He couldn't help it though, Ike was handsome and behind that rough demeanor Marth could see that he was as nice as a guy as Mario and Link.
Suddenly, a thought ran through the prince’s head. He was shocked at himself for thinking such thoughts while his friend was unconscious but this might be the only opportunity he can get. Marth looked around the room, as if making sure there was no one to catch him in the act, even though the only ones in the room were him and Ike.
He leaned down and slowly pressed his lips against the other man’s. Getting too caught up in the moment, Marth closed his eyes and tilted his head in a more comfortable position.
When he finally pulled away from the one sided kiss, Marth nearly choked on the air and fell backwards on his butt. Apparently, Ike had regained his consciousness during the span that the prince decided to make out with him.
“I-Ike! You’re awake! Um, it’s not what it looked like! I was… checking your temperature!”
If the mercenary was angry, he didn’t show it. He simply sat up on the bed and looked down at the stammering prince.
“Um, so Ike, how are you feeling? The doctor said you’re perfectly healthy but Pokemon Trainer said that there might be some side affects to the poison.”
“…If that’s what you wish to call me, then I shall be Ike.”
Marth blinked at the Ike that stared blankly at him. There was something strange about him, but to the normal eye Ike was perfectly fine.
“Ike, are you feeling okay?”
“…If you want me to be.”
Oookay, this is weird. Some strange side affect this is, I don’t know what’s going on…
“Ike, do you remember me? What’s my name?”
Marth opened his mouth to deny the title, but then the same mischievous thoughts came back and again, he would never have the opportunity chance to do this.
“Ike, can you stand up for me?”
Ike stood on his feet, much to Marth’s joy.
“So Ike, who am I to you?”
“You are my master.”
“Right, so in that case you have to do everything I tell you, okay?”
“And you don’t question my commands, okay?”
2009-02-23 11:53 pm (UTC)
Flower Power (part 2)
The prince could barely contain his excitement; he felt a giggle bubble in the back of his throat. He knew this was wrong, taking advantage of Ike’s current state, but he deserved some fun once in a while, and what better time than now?
He placed his hands on the mercenary’s shoulders to balance himself, and then he leaned in to take the other man’s lips again. He was a bit peeved when Ike didn’t react.
“Ike… kiss me back…”
The mercenary did as he was told and pushed his mouth against the prince’s. Now that the kiss was no longer one sided, Marth decided to add some tongue into it. Tongues clashed and breaths were mixed. Marth pulled away with a string of saliva hanging off their lips.
Wow, this is hot.
Ike was suddenly pushed backwards into the bed with little effort from the prince. Just because Marth looked tiny, it didn’t mean he was weak. The royal bluenette crawled over his mind controlled puppet and straddled him so that Ike wouldn’t be able to get up. The prince smirked; this must be the first time he’s seen Ike so vulnerable.
“Ike, I’m finally going to have my way with you and you’re going to like it.”
“…Of course master.”
Marth face faulted at the answer. Okay, maybe it wasn’t exactly like his fantasies, but it was close enough.
Oh well, might as well make the most of it.
The prince began to undress the mercenary below him, stripping away each article of clothing one at a time. He left the man in his plain white slacks when he stopped to observe his affection’s body. It was pretty much everything Marth had imagined it to be like, only better, because it’s for real this time. Marth traced his fingers across some faded sword wounds and found it highly amusing that Ike squirmed under his touch.
The great Ike of the Greil Mercenaries happens to be ticklish, eh? I’ll be using that to my advantage.
He reached out and pinched one of Ike’s nipples, which had turned hard form the cold. Marth found that he had nearly jizzed his pants just from one of Ike’s moans. He had never heard it before, and damn it already gave him a hard on. Leaning down, he took the same nipple in his mouth and sucked. Ike’s writhing and moaning beneath him made the prince’s pants unbearably tight and hot. Marth reached a gloved hand downward to grab the space between Ike’s legs, which earned him a gasp.
Marth found that Ike was only somewhat hard, even with his own erection rubbing against the mercenary’s thigh. He unzipped the front of Ike’s white pants and shoved his hand into his boxers. He clutched the throbbing man meat in his calloused fingers, feeling the length and size of it. Ike made a noise that can only be described as a whimper when Marth squeezed his cock.
The prince focused on Ike’s flushed face as he started pumping his fist up and down. Ike had his eyes closed and his head thrown back; beads of sweat dripped down the side of his forehead. With a startled yelp, the man spasmed and Marth felt a wetness coat his fingers. The prince pulled his hand out and licked off the white stuff that tasted vaguely like salt.
Sitting up, Marth’s erection made itself known again when it accidentally brushed up against the fabric of Ike’s white pants. The Altean tsked, rolling off the panting Ike and sat on the edge of the bed with his feet planted on the floor.
“Ike, stand up please.”
2009-02-23 11:56 pm (UTC)
Flower Power (THE ACTUAL PART 3)
“Ike, stand up please.”
Even after the quick orgasm, the mind controlled Ike was quick to react to Marth’s words. His pants clung awkwardly to his legs with the zip still undone and his slowly dying arousal poking out from his underwear. The royal one motioned for Ike to kneel down in front of him. The mercenary did as he was told.
Marth finally moved to unzip his own pants, freeing his arousal from the confinement of his clothes with a gasp.
“Ike, take this into your mouth. Suck on it as if it was something enjoyable.”
He watched the mercenary place his mouth on his throbbing cock, slowly it disappeared between Ike’s lips. Marth ran a hand through the Crimean’s spikey blue hair with a gasp of pleasure as the mercenary sucked him off. Somehow Ike knew the proper techniques to make the prince throw his head back with a moan.
Just as he was about to reach his climax, a knock on the door was sounded, followed by the creak of the door opening. Marth snapped his neck towards the entrance. Whoever was interrupting his time with Ike was going to pay.
The shattering of glass was heard as Pokemon Trainer Red gaped at the two swordsmen. The prince glared back while Ike still kneeled with his head between the prince’s legs.
“Uh… I… was going to bring Ike some medicine in case he woke up with any side affects…” Red looked down at the glass that was supposed to be a vial full of medicine now splattered all over the tiled floor.
“Damn, that was the only bottle too…” The trainer muttered to himself.
“Ike, grab the boy will you?”
Before the trainer could make it out of the room, Ike had pulled and twisted the boy’s arms around his back. Marth waltzed up to his new captive slowly and cat like, his cock still hanging out of his pants. His member ached with the need for release and he made that pretty clear to the pokemon trainer as he stroked himself in front of him.
“Red… Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”
“But I did! And your door was unlocked anyway…”
Red knew he should shut up when Marth raised an eyebrow at him.
“You know I was having an intimate moment with Ike before you interrupted?”
“Yes, I think I know that.” Red squirmed around in Ike’s grip to try to get him to let him go. The look that Marth gave him was creeping him out.
“And for interrupting us, I think you should compensate…”
The prince took a hold of the trainer’s chin and yanked him into a kiss.
2009-02-23 11:54 pm (UTC)
Flower Power (part 3)
The next morning, Marth made his way down to the dining hall. He practically skipped down the stairs and into his place at the table.
Several other Smash Brothers returned “Good mornings” and went on with breakfast.
Pokemon Trainer entered the dining hall a while later, looking as if he hadn’t sleep a wink that last night. He sat down and winced, then stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth.
“Good morning Red, how was last night? Did you get a good night's rest?”
Marth wasn’t fazed by the tired glare that was sent his way; he just countered with a flowery smile.
“Ugh… my head…”
Ike took a seat next to the prince, who was happily sipping his tea.
“Ow… Why does my backside hurt? Is this the side effect of that Stun Spore?”
Ike looked confused when Red slammed his forehead against the table and Marth chuckled in his tea cup.
Ew, I think this might have been one of the worst PWPs I've written. This barely qualifies as a lemon. Sorry if it's not what OP wanted. I actually wanted to go all out and stuff, but I got lazy by the end. I also had to take some tips from that ToonLink/Pit hypnosis prompt, because I didn't really know how to approach this theme. ^^;
2009-02-26 10:29 am (UTC)
...imagine my surprise when I checked back here after so many months. Someone finally filled it! :D
THANK YOU ANON, ILU