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Parting The Veil

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Halloween (Day)

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Ike stirred and stretched, feeling cozy and perfectly relaxed. He looked to his side and saw a mound of covers. He chuckled lightly before realizing that his lover had probably suffered yet another horrible nightmare.

"My poor baby," he whispered, slowly peeling down the covers. A mop of brown hair was revealed, along with a mass of white feathers. The bluenette found this odd, since the Angel usually faced him during the night. Not only that, but he's all curled up when he usually lays along my side. It must have been horrible… "Pit?" he called softly.

With a gentle sigh, the youth uncurled and stretched. His eyes still closed, the boy smiled beautifully. Finally, he slid open his serene blue eyes and gazed upon Ike at awe.

The larger swordsman smiled. "Good morning, baby," he greeted softly, stroking the youth's cheek.

The Angel closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, soaking in every second.

"You're awfully quiet this morning," the mercenary observed, though his tone was playful. He pulled his cherub into an embrace.

"I've just missed you," the brunette confessed with a sigh and kissed his lover's collarbone.

Ike frowned. That's the first time you've ever kissed me there. You usually go for my face first thing in the morning… He's almost acting like- the bluenette stopped himself before the thought could be finished. No, that's impossible. I'm only thinking about him because he died a year ago… My Angel's just having an off day.

"What are you thinking, love?" Pit asked, tracing the contours of the larger man's body.

"Just worrying about you, Angel. It's your first Hallow and I want you to enjoy it."

A sly grin graced the youth's face. "I know how to start the day off right," he whispered, stroking Ike's crotch. "Can we have some fun together this morning?" he requested.

The mercenary groaned as his boxers grew tight. "Only if you want to. We've never had morning sex before."

"Well," Pit began, softly kissing Ike on the lips. "Let's make today special."

***

"Hey, Ike," Marth greeted, walking over to the bluenette. "And how are you, Pit?"

The Angel shied away. "I'll be over by the window."

"Okay, baby. Take it easy," the mercenary advised, kissing his lover on the cheek before letting him go.

The Prince eyed the Angel before turning his attention to Ike. "Is he alright? He looked at me like I was a stranger. I'm not even in costume yet."

"I wouldn't take it personally. He's just having a day," the larger swordsman informed, turning his attention back to the youth. Instead of fluttering around the room or socializing with other Brawlers, the Angel had taken a seat in the back corner and was quietly reading. How odd… I didn't know that Pit could read mortal language.

Roy bounded over to the brunette and roused him from his reading. The cherub glared at the red head, closing his book on his thumb while waiting for Roy to take a hint. As usual, the young noble failed to notice when he wasn't welcome.

Pit slammed his book aside and stood up. "I've had it! I could care less for your idiotic adventures!"

Roy was stunned as the youth stormed over to Ike's side. Strangely, the cherub didn't cling to the bluenette as he usually did when he was upset. Rather, he stood at the swordsman's side, scowling at Roy.

Ike was speechless.

The noble was not. "Damn, Pit! Who pissed in your Cheerios? I was just trying to cheer you up!"

"Roy, please," Marth began. "Pit hasn't been feeling well. Don't push him, or overwhelm him with your voice." The Prince reached out and rested his hand on the Angel's shoulder.

The brunette shrugged away. "Don't touch me," he commanded softly.

Ike placed his hand on Pit's shoulder and turned the cherub around to face him. "Are you sure you're okay, my Angel?"

Like ice, the youth's blue eyes melted into warm pools as he gazed affectionately at the bluenette. "I haven't felt this good in a long time. Just… be with me. I need you today."

How can I refuse when you're so sweet? "Of course, sweetheart. Want to go for a walk?"

The brunette didn't jump up and down. He didn't confess how walking outside was one of his many favorite activities. He merely smiled and nodded. "Certainly."

***

Ike looked up and noted that the oak tree was bare of its leaves, which were now tumbling around the yard with each wisp of wind. Instead of rushing out into the leaves, dancing, or taking off into the autumn sky, the Angel remained faithfully at his lover's side.

"The wind feels so good," Pit whispered, holding out a palm to feel the invisible force.

"We've had a lot of it lately," the bluenette noted, looking around. "Does it remind you of flying?"

The cherub shook his head. "Wind is power. It can move you, cut you, or take your breath away. When I think of wind, I think of fighting."

Stunned, Ike nodded. Not the answer I expected, baby, but who am I to judge?

"What do you think of the wind?" Pit asked, somewhat cryptically. "What does it remind you of?"

The bluenette looked out onto the field, a certain unspoken sadness deep in his crystal blue eyes. "A lot of things," he whispered, licking his lips, which were suddenly dry. A silence hung between the two, disturbed only by the crackle of leaves and the whisper of wind between them. Finally, Ike sighed. "It used to, anyways… Now it only reminds me of death and loss."

Description
Parting The Veil

***

Halloween (Day)

***

Ike stirred and stretched, feeling cozy and perfectly relaxed. He looked to his side and saw a mound of covers. He chuckled lightly before realizing that his lover had probably suffered yet another horrible nightmare.

"My poor baby," he whispered, slowly peeling down the covers. A mop of brown hair was revealed, along with a mass of white feathers. The bluenette found this odd, since the Angel usually faced him during the night. Not only that, but he's all curled up when he usually lays along my side. It must have been horrible… "Pit?" he called softly.

With a gentle sigh, the youth uncurled and stretched. His eyes still closed, the boy smiled beautifully. Finally, he slid open his serene blue eyes and gazed upon Ike at awe.

The larger swordsman smiled. "Good morning, baby," he greeted softly, stroking the youth's cheek.

The Angel closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, soaking in every second.

"You're awfully quiet this morning," the mercenary observed, though his tone was playful. He pulled his cherub into an embrace.

"I've just missed you," the brunette confessed with a sigh and kissed his lover's collarbone.

Ike frowned. That's the first time you've ever kissed me there. You usually go for my face first thing in the morning… He's almost acting like- the bluenette stopped himself before the thought could be finished. No, that's impossible. I'm only thinking about him because he died a year ago… My Angel's just having an off day.

"What are you thinking, love?" Pit asked, tracing the contours of the larger man's body.

"Just worrying about you, Angel. It's your first Hallow and I want you to enjoy it."

A sly grin graced the youth's face. "I know how to start the day off right," he whispered, stroking Ike's crotch. "Can we have some fun together this morning?" he requested.

The mercenary groaned as his boxers grew tight. "Only if you want to. We've never had morning sex before."

"Well," Pit began, softly kissing Ike on the lips. "Let's make today special."

***

"Hey, Ike," Marth greeted, walking over to the bluenette. "And how are you, Pit?"

The Angel shied away. "I'll be over by the window."

"Okay, baby. Take it easy," the mercenary advised, kissing his lover on the cheek before letting him go.

The Prince eyed the Angel before turning his attention to Ike. "Is he alright? He looked at me like I was a stranger. I'm not even in costume yet."

"I wouldn't take it personally. He's just having a day," the larger swordsman informed, turning his attention back to the youth. Instead of fluttering around the room or socializing with other Brawlers, the Angel had taken a seat in the back corner and was quietly reading. How odd… I didn't know that Pit could read mortal language.

Roy bounded over to the brunette and roused him from his reading. The cherub glared at the red head, closing his book on his thumb while waiting for Roy to take a hint. As usual, the young noble failed to notice when he wasn't welcome.

Pit slammed his book aside and stood up. "I've had it! I could care less for your idiotic adventures!"

Roy was stunned as the youth stormed over to Ike's side. Strangely, the cherub didn't cling to the bluenette as he usually did when he was upset. Rather, he stood at the swordsman's side, scowling at Roy.

Ike was speechless.

The noble was not. "Damn, Pit! Who pissed in your Cheerios? I was just trying to cheer you up!"

"Roy, please," Marth began. "Pit hasn't been feeling well. Don't push him, or overwhelm him with your voice." The Prince reached out and rested his hand on the Angel's shoulder.

The brunette shrugged away. "Don't touch me," he commanded softly.

Ike placed his hand on Pit's shoulder and turned the cherub around to face him. "Are you sure you're okay, my Angel?"

Like ice, the youth's blue eyes melted into warm pools as he gazed affectionately at the bluenette. "I haven't felt this good in a long time. Just… be with me. I need you today."

How can I refuse when you're so sweet? "Of course, sweetheart. Want to go for a walk?"

The brunette didn't jump up and down. He didn't confess how walking outside was one of his many favorite activities. He merely smiled and nodded. "Certainly."

***

Ike looked up and noted that the oak tree was bare of its leaves, which were now tumbling around the yard with each wisp of wind. Instead of rushing out into the leaves, dancing, or taking off into the autumn sky, the Angel remained faithfully at his lover's side.

"The wind feels so good," Pit whispered, holding out a palm to feel the invisible force.

"We've had a lot of it lately," the bluenette noted, looking around. "Does it remind you of flying?"

The cherub shook his head. "Wind is power. It can move you, cut you, or take your breath away. When I think of wind, I think of fighting."

Stunned, Ike nodded. Not the answer I expected, baby, but who am I to judge?

"What do you think of the wind?" Pit asked, somewhat cryptically. "What does it remind you of?"

The bluenette looked out onto the field, a certain unspoken sadness deep in his crystal blue eyes. "A lot of things," he whispered, licking his lips, which were suddenly dry. A silence hung between the two, disturbed only by the crackle of leaves and the whisper of wind between them. Finally, Ike sighed. "It used to, anyways… Now it only reminds me of death and loss."