2008-05-06 10:32 pm (UTC)
Hmm...how about a fic where Pit is slowly but surely turning into a fallen angel, where he just wakes up one day with black wings and a changing personality?
Can be any sort of pairing, but I'm really partial to Ike/Pit. Angst, fluff, whatever fuels what you write.
2008-10-24 05:20 am (UTC)
Question for OP! (take two, because LJ ate the first two tries. D: )
I'm working on something for this prompt, but the idea that popped into my head involves a lot of... well, smut. D: Is this okay with you? Or would you rather have someone write a less oversexed prompt response? I can try that instead. D:
2008-10-24 05:24 am (UTC)
Anything is fine, anon! I look forward to how you're going to write it. :D
2008-10-24 07:39 am (UTC)
Closer Than You Think (Ike/Pit) (1/4)
The first of the dreams came when Ike had fallen into bed too exhausted to do more than drop a light kiss on the corner of Pit’s mouth. How a slender prince with a blade as light as Falchion looked could do so much damage, he would probably never know, but it had earned a little of his respect—and sapped all his energy.
Exhaustion or not, dark hair and black feathers greeted him when he slipped off into what was supposed to be peaceful slumber. Pit, but… darker? No, it couldn’t be Pit, the angel had brown hair and white wings, and had a laugh that made Reyson’s singing sound… well, petty. All the same, this dark version of Pit was straddling him. Naked. Ike’s body reacted as it always did when his brain registered Pit’s naked body in front of him.
The not!Pit noticed, smiled darkly, and slipped a hand into the loose cotton pants Ike wore to sleep. “Here, now, Lover, let’s fix this,” he purred. “You’re so hard, mmm… it makes me want to do dirty, dirty things to you.”
Ike knew it wasn’t Pit. It really couldn’t be Pit. Pit didn’t say things like that, he squeaked and blushed when the mercenary touched him, and his breath would hitch and he would turn a whole new shade of adorably blush-y red when Ike pushed inside him. His wings would flutter helplessly and he would let out this soft, high-pitched noise that sent heat into Ike’s lower belly and made his hips move a little faster. When he was close to climax he would moan, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” faster and faster until finally he would frantically find Ike’s mouth to kiss more intensely than anyone had ever kissed Ike before. That was just how sex with Pit worked. But this… this not!Pit, he didn’t squeak and didn’t blush when he pulled Ike’s hardness from the confines of his pants.
The not!Pit didn’t act anything like Pit normally did, which explained why he was so eager to rub the pads of his fingers softly down Ike’s length. He giggled as it (and Ike) twitched visibly, the mercenary’s breath hitching. Then he smiled cruelly and plucked a loose black feather from his wings and held it up, then (with such a deliberate pace Ike knew the dark angel was trying to make him writhe—and it was working) trailed the feather’s soft edges over the head and down the shaft so agonizingly slowly that Ike almost bit through his lip. The mercenary sat up, to try to make this imposter stop with his games and at least let him get off, and all went black.
He woke to find Pit had snuck under the covers next to him during the night. Ike, however, felt no better than he had the night before—and to top it off, he had the worst case of morning wood he’d ever suffered. When he managed to get out of bed without waking Pit, he walked into the bathroom and discovered that his lip had been bleeding, and now sported a scab in a spot that suggested he’d bitten himself during the night.
Frowning, the mercenary ran a cold shower and took care of his morning duties before returning to pull up a chair next to his bed. He watched Pit sleep until the sun was high, at which point Pit woke and smilingly scolded him for not getting him up sooner.
ffff LJ hates me and ate my first comment.
2008-10-24 07:52 am (UTC)
Closer Than You Think (Ike/Pit) (2/4)
The second dream came a week later. A letter had come from Soren to the Smash Complex, and its contents perturbed Ike—succinctly put, trouble was brewing. Soren was relatively sure the company could handle it without its leader, but at the same time, the commander’s presence would be helpful if at all possible, just to boost morale. Also, the company was temporarily shifting bases, and the new base camp’s location would be sent (in code, of course) in the next letter.
Ike was sure the company could handle itself, though, so he sent back a coded missive to Soren saying that he trusted his tactician’s knowledge and would do what he could, but couldn’t make any guarantees. Justly troubled, he kissed Pit good night and fell into bed, too distracted to do more than take off his boots and let his cape hang down over the back of a chair.
The not!Pit had come again. This time too he was naked, black wings and dark hair displaying a positively sinful luster in the moonlight. Wait… moonlight? But no, Ike was still on his bed, so it wasn’t as if his dream-self had suddenly been moved outside. The curtains had been flung wide open, though, and the not!Pit lounged on the wide sill like some kind of mythical demon. “Hello, Lover,” the dark angel purred. “You interrupted this last time, so I suppose I’ll just have to make up for it this time.” His eyes dropped to the bulge in Ike’s pants. “And you’re already hard! See, you were even looking forward to this.”
Ike sat up, but nothing happened. “Who are you?” he asked, but the not!Pit had already sauntered over and swung his bare legs up onto the bed. Not!Pit’s fingers found the buckle of Ike’s belt and undid it with unearthly speed, and before Ike had the chance to ask his question again or raise a hand to stop it his fly was open and his (by this time achingly) hard phallus freed from the confines of Ike’s pants. The mercenary took a breath to try to ask again (and maybe also ask what on Earth the imposter was trying to do), but the dark angel grinned devilishly and sucked the length of Ike’s arousal into his mouth.
“G-goddess, what are you do--nnngh!” Ike choked out. In reply, not!Pit pulled back and ran his tongue up the underside of the mercenary’s length, and it was all Ike could do to try not to—oh Goddess--scream.
“Goddess, Pit, ah—ahh, ahhh!” The angel moved his mouth back up just to tease the head, expression amused from under a fringe of dark hair. Eyes screwed shut, Ike stiffened and came explosively.
There came a pause while the angel swallowed, and then eyes the same shade of blue as Pit’s looked up. “See, you already know my name.”
Ike woke up covered in sweat. It was silly of him to fall asleep in his clothes, yes, but at least he wasn’t dealing with a morning erection. Pit had again snuck under his covers during the night, but as the mercenary moved to try to slip out of bed without waking the angel up Pit groaned and stirred slightly. There was the slightest trace of something white on the corner of his mouth.
The mercenary beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom with a spare outfit and took a cold shower anyway. The dreams were only dreams, he told himself. Even if he felt wrung out that morning, like he’d had the best (the only) blowjob he’d ever received in his life during the night.
When he came out of the bathroom, clean and feeling marginally less alarmed, he found Pit already awake and curled up on his bed in a fetal position. “Pit? Are you all right?”
The angel shook his head. Was it Ike’s imagination, or were the laurels in his hair just slightly tarnished?
“What’s the matter, Pit? Are you ill? Do you miss your goddess? Have… have I done something to upset you?”
Pit sat up and launched himself at the mercenary, catching him in a desperate hug. In one hand, he clutched a single black pinion feather.
2008-10-24 07:55 am (UTC)
Closer Than You Think (3/4)
The dreams didn’t come again for a while. Pit seemed to recover after that morning, although he never said why one black feather could scare him so badly. A missing white feather in his wings quickly grew back in, and soon he seemed to have forgotten all about it. Ike didn’t dare bring up the subject again, so he never spoke about the dreams. After all, they were only dreams.
For dreams, though, they had been frighteningly vivid. Ever since Pit had found the black feather, something had also changed in him—Ike noticed it, and when he started being able to draw parallels between the dreams and sex with Pit he began to question if the dreams had really only been dreams.
Pit didn’t blush anymore when Ike touched him, and didn’t squeak if Ike kissed sensitive places on his body—his fingertips, his nipples, his navel, his sides, his neck, the head of his cock, the insides of his thighs, his toes, the bottoms of his feet, the tight pink bud of his entrance. He sighed and murmured encouragements when Ike prepared him, and though his breath still hitched when Ike entered him instead of turning a darker shade of red the angel merely leaned up a little and kissed him, sweetly and slowly and with a hint of tongue that somehow put Ike in mind of hot, wet velvet trailing up the underside of his shaft. The kisses sent a jolt down south and the mercenary thrust a little harder, a little faster—and Pit took it and moved his hips to meet Ike’s thrusts, harder and faster until the only thing either of them could hear was each other’s breath, coming hard and quick and shallow, and the slap-slap-slap of their connected flesh meeting and parting and meeting and parting, faster and harder and faster and faster and—
--Pit tensed, and tightened and wept, murmuring, “I love you, I love you I love youIloveyouIloveyou,” in a constant mantra to the corner of Ike’s jaw, punctuated by a single “Oh!” as he came, toes curled and wings stretched to their full span.
“Pit... ” Ike managed, but then something devious came into the angel’s eyes and his passage relaxed a little, then clamped down tightly on him. The mercenary didn’t last long afterwards, climaxing with the sight of a dangerous smile just lurking on Pit’s lips.
2008-10-24 08:14 am (UTC)
Closer Than You Think (4/4)
When Ike thought that perhaps things would return to normal, the dreams returned. The black-winged Pit gave him a come-hither look, and obediently he went, although he didn’t know why he felt so compelled to obey.
At first it was only once a week that he’d wake up as tired as he was the night before, Pit cuddled against his side. One time a week, Ike would wake up to find strange marks he knew Pit hadn’t left the previous night, or the night before that.
Then it was twice a week that he woke with hickeys Pit wasn’t bold enough to leave covering his thighs. Sometimes there was sloppily cleaned white something in the vicinity of Pit’s mouth, and those days Ike couldn’t look at those lips without having to suppress a raging hard-on afterwards.
Two nights a week became three from which Ike woke and found that someone had stripped him of his sleeping clothes during the night. Black feathers became a common occurrence, placed almost mockingly right on the slit of his weeping morning wood. At least… it was supposed to be only morning wood.
Three nights became four nights became five. Five became every night except Saturdays. Saturday’s exemption was lifted and the dreams came, night after night after night…
One such night, the dark Pit smiled as he bounced himself on Ike’s arousal. “It’ll… mmm… be my turn soon,” he said, tossing his head as the mercenary’s phallus brushed his prostate, over and over and over and over. “Mmm… you feel so good in me... why don’t you wake up now. We’ll meet, just like this. Just like this… oh, oh!”
Ike closed his eyes, and then opened them again. Sure enough, he found the dark-winged Pit in his lap, seated firmly on his cock and moving, moaning, voice wanton. This Pit, though, was wearing a white toga—if nothing else. His golden laurels had tarnished, dulling their golden gleam. “Nnngh… Pit?” he asked.
“Yes, Lover?” Pit replied, his brown hair almost black in the dim light.
“Your wings—Unh! … They’ve turned black?—ah!”
Pit smiled, all razor edges and lust and raw, raw love. “Yes, Lover. I’m fallen now. I don’t belong to any deity anymore… now I’m all yours, Lover, forever and ever.” He raised his hips almost completely off of the mercenary’s member and leaned in to kiss Ike, more intensely than any kiss Ike had ever received before. Then he impaled himself fully again, tensing and tightening and keening his release.
I think I wrote enough smut for one day. D: Damn it, why is it that whenever an interesting prompt like this comes up the first thing my mind goes to is PRON? also, sorry about potential epic fail. D:
And for the slight dubcon, considering Ike's asleep for most of this. D:
2008-10-26 04:52 am (UTC)
Oh my god. Oh my god.
This is so awesome and so hot that I can't even find the words to start praising you. This literally just made my night. ;_;
Thank you anon! ♥