2008-04-14 11:09 pm (UTC)
please, i woudl like some Ike/Marth.
extra points if marth is uke(yaya!) and ike wants begging from marth.
2008-04-18 05:05 am (UTC)
i definatley second this!!
2010-08-21 11:51 pm (UTC)
Friday Night Fancy Part One
(AN: I don't know whether this is exactly as you wanted but here goes, its my first lemon so be kind)
Ike waited patiently as the clock slowly ticked its way past eleven pm. All the adult smashers had stayed up late. It was a solid tradition that every Friday night, when the week’s brawling was over, everyone would open a can of beer and kick back and relax. Even the two princesses, who claimed to be sensible and no engage in such uncouth things as drinking games, were happily taking shots of foreign liquors by now. However Ike didn’t care for them, his eyes were drawn to the young blue haired prince in the corner. He was leaning heavily against the wall, very pink in the face, slightly woozy from the very little alcohol he had consumed. Marth’s tolerance was so low it took half a pint to have him floored. He had drank far less than that tonight, because he knew what happened when he got too tipsy. Ike wasn’t drinking anything, he never did. Friday night was not a night for drinking. His vice was far more pleasurable. When the clock reached eleven he’d go and find his tipsy prince and go and enact their solid tradition. One night a week, Marth was all his, and he liked to savour every moment of it. It was a good thing they didn’t have brawls on Saturdays, because Marth was usually too sore to even walk, let alone fight.
He headed over to his pink faced prince. Marth was so cute when he was drunk. His face was caught in a permanent pink blush, his wide sapphire eyes were slightly dazed but they shone so brightly. His luscious lips formed a slight pout as he tried to remember what exactly he was meant to be doing. Ike approached him, moving in the small space behind him. Marth let out a yelp as he felt arms encircling his waist, fiddling with his waist.
“Would you like to go upstairs my prince?” he murmured in Marth’s pale ear, just visible under his soft silky hair that shone even more when coated with sweat after a night of passionate love.
“Up…upstairs?” said Marth confusedly. Ike kissed his ear softly, his hands finding the buckle of Marth’s leather belt.
“Wh…why…up…upstairs? Party…party’s down here…” Ike grinned before softly nipping at the exposed ear and Marth let out a little gasp as Ike whirled him round so they were face to face.
“I think you know what I mean,” said Ike, staring with Marth’s forehead he left butterfly kisses down Marth’s pale face until he met Marth’s lips. There he abandoned any chasteness he had previously assumed and pressed his lips against the prince’s. One of his hands came to rest in Marth’s silky locks where it took hold and forced their lips together more fiercely pushing them together. Marth was completely immobile but it seemed to dawn on him what he was doing. Ike bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to give a pained gasp. Ike took the chance and quickly invaded his prince’s mouth with his eagerly searching tongue. He tasted like the sugary alcoholic drinks he had been consuming but as Ike probed his mouth he managed to find that taste that was just Marth. It was the most delicious taste in the world but as soon as Marth’s own wet muscle came to join his own he pulled back. The taste would have to wait, he wanted more than their usual play tonight. He wanted Marth to beg for it, to get on his knees and beg for Ike to take him hard and fast! He took the clip from Marth’s tunic, ignoring the fact that they were still in a room full of other brawlers, the taboo-ness of the situation just made it so much more exciting!
2010-08-21 11:53 pm (UTC)
Friday Night Fancy Part Two
Marth let out a little moan as Ike started to nibble at his throat, leaving small pink marks wherever his teeth met the smooth skin that joined his neck and his shoulder. Ike grinned as he bit down hard and Marth let out a small scream that was definitely not wholly of pain. Marth was a masochist; he knew that from their many late night encounters together. He eager hands undid the prince’s royal tunic, leaving a new smooth expanse of unmarked skin for Ike to taste. He knelt low, his tongue tracing faint muscle as Marth gripped his hair and moaned at the sensations that assaulted his helpless, woozy body. But suddenly Ike stopped. Marth looked down, why had he not gone on? He was driving him mad with these wonderful sensations! Why had he stopped? But Ike had other plans in mind. He traced the bulge in his prince’s leggings with a solitary finger. The slight touch made Marth bite back a moan on his bottom lip, which started to bleed. Ike crouched before him, pulling down those navy garments to reveal pale grey boxer shorts, the bulge was even more prominent now. Marth gasped, his head falling back to lean against the wall behind him. He ran his hands desperately though the mercenary’s navy spikes as if begging him not to tease him so mercilessly. But Ike wanted him to say it as he dampened the cloth of Marth’s underwear, licking the damp fabric just enough to apply wet pressure to Marth’s concealed erection beneath.
“Oh…OH…Ike! IKE!” Marth seemed to have forgotten where he was, that they were sounded by at least a dozen people, all of which were intoxicated enough to simply try and join in the action in the corner. But he wasn’t alone in that. Ike was sucking and licking, just enough to tease the poor desperate prince, with no thought of who or what could be watching them.
“Oh IKE!” Ike drew back, Marth was falling apart, he knew it, now he just had to wait, it was coming he knew it. He gave one last long lick before Marth finally lost it.
“Ike! Oh please…please…t…take me! Up…upstairs…downstairs…I don’t care…oh Ike! I NEED you!!!” Ike slid his hand past the hem of his delicious uke’s boxers,
“What do you want Marth?” he asked, fingering fine blue curls and then moving lower, just lightly touching the prince’s member.
“You…to touch me… there… take… me… AH…oh gods… Ike… ngh! Please!.. want… need… need you… inside of me…IKE!” Ike smirked as he removed Marth’s underwear at last, hand still taunting the breathless prince with the slight touches, the slight pumps and now…
“IKE! PLEASE!” Marth begged so beautifully! All his self control, all his dignity had gone, it had fled, at the touch of the older man.
“Lie down Marth,” said Ike, trying to keep his voice level, excitement was swelling inside of him, his own underwear and leggings were far too tight, it almost hurt! Marth, flushed and obedient, got onto all fours and then, at Ike’s direction, lay on his back, purposefully spreading his skinny legs, begging for what he so desired. Ike couldn’t help but grin, this would be the best Friday night in a long time. He got onto all fours over his sweating desperate uke. He gasped and Ike took the opportunity to kiss him, but he had to get his uke ready. Even though Marth was quite the masochist, he needed to be able to sit and walk sometime soon, be it not until Monday morning… Ike took lube a pocket and saw Marth give him a begging look that made his leggings, if possible, even tighter. He hastily stripped them off along with his underwear. Marth flushed pink as he watched but he wasn’t given long to ogle his partner because he was distracted by the feeling of a finger invading his most private of places. He moaned loudly, half pleasured, half pained, oh why wouldn’t Ike hurry up!
“Ike…please…please…just…put it…in…NGH!” Ike had added another finger and was scissoring them inside that tight heat that was never meant to be felt by another. Ike stared at the panting prince and suddenly his control snapped. Why did Marth need to be able to walk anyway? He was perfect where he was, hot, sweaty, begging to be screwed senseless, utterly beautiful… He didn’t even scare that they’d gathered a small audience as he finally gave the poor prince what he so desperately wanted.
He had begged so nicely after all….