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Backstabber	By : Radiantwaterfalls Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 2681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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!Warning!

Rape! Again!

In this chapter!

Beware!

Enter… if you dare… (wth?)

Backstabber

Chapter Ten

Wings hidden and drooped, Pit walked down the sidewalk, glumly. He couldn't believe this. He didn't want Ike to forget he was an angel. It wasn't fair! He never got what he wanted. He did everything asked of him and commanded of him without a single complaint. He spoke only when needed to. He slept eight hours every night. He obeyed his goddess better than anyone else! Why can't he just have one little thing! All he wanted was Ike! Was that too much to ask?

He couldn't believe he wouldn't get Ike. He probably wouldn't have anyway… But… there was that slim hope that he would. There was always hope. He learned that as an angel in school when he was 100. He sighed and thought about it.

Pit found that he was angry. He had never been angry before. It felt… weird… This burning sensation was filling his heart. His eyes burned with fury and determination. I don't care what my goddess says! I'm making sure Ike remembers! Pit thought, causing two of his white feathers to fall. After collecting the soft heavenly feathers, he ran to the navy-haired teen's house.

As Ike was doing his French homework, the doorbell rang. Standing up, he called to his mom "I'll get it!"

He walked over to the large dark wooden door and opened it. The angel, Pit, stood before him. Ike smiled. "Hello, Pit. What's up?"

"You can't forget!" Pit exclaimed, looking desperate. Ike's smile left him as he became confused. His navy brows furrowed. "Forget what?"

"You just can't!" the angel exclaimed. Ike became worried. "Pit, what's wrong? Just calm down. Come inside."

He gently guided the angel into his house. Pit was shaking with determination and desperation. Ike led him to the living room and sat him down on the couch. Ike sat beside him and said "Now, Pit… Tell me what I can't forget."

Pit looked into Ike's brown eyes and said "You can't forget me! My wings!"

"Of course not! I would never!" Ike said, taking a hold of the angel and holding him tight. Pit shook his head, trembling. Pulling away, he said "But you will! She will make you!"

The poor angel was trying hard not to cry. Ike noticed this and pulled him close. "Who will make me?"

"Palutena! My goddess! She's going to wipe everyone's memory of my wings." Pit said as he started to cry. Ike held him tighter. "No. I won't let her."

"You don't have a choice. She's a goddess. She does as she wishes…" Pit said miserably. Ike rubbed the angel's back, soothingly. "No. She may be a goddess. But… I can take a picture of you and your wings. Then, when I forget, you can show me the picture. I'll remember then. Or you can reshow me your wings. But no matter what Pit, you'll still be my friend. You always will."

Pit smiled, but there was a twinge of sadness in it. He knew that what Ike said was true. Every. Word. They would be friends. Only friends. Forever…

This caused the angel's fragile heart to shatter. But he didn't show it. He just buried his head into Ike's strong chest, wishing with all his heart that it wasn't true, that they could be more, that he could be loved back by Ike…

Marth arrived home at six fifteen. He cursed. He didn't realize it was that late! He had to hurry to cook dinner for his step-father and his… 'friends'. His step-father called them friends, but Marth called them customers. He gulped and dropped his schoolbag on the floor of the hall. He entered the clean kitchen and searched for something to make. He finally found some ground beef he could use that wasn't too old. They really needed to go grocery shopping. The blunette turned the oven eye on and put the frying pan on the eye. While he awaited for the pan to heat he opened the package of ground beef.

Once opened he put it in the pan. With a satisfying sizzling noise, Marth went to the pantry to get the seasoning. He found it just as the sound of the front door opening reached his ears. He turned pale. He glanced at the clock. 6:30pm. They were right on time, but Marth was late.

Turning even paler, he remembered he hadn't set the table yet. He rushed to do so as the meat cooked. He heard the laughing coming from inside the living room. His heart was racing, and his breathing was shallow. He reentered the kitchen and took the finished meat off the stove. He pulled out the lettuce and began to cut it, making a salad.

Marth got out the Fritos. He sat them down on the wooden table with the bowl of salad and the meat. Then, he left to get them their liquor and beer or whatever. As he left to the wine cellar, he heard them get up and go into the dining room. He paled. The drinks weren't there yet. He picked up his pace till he was running down the stairs. He finally reached the bottom, and he quickly grabbed the case of beer and the bottle of whiskey. He rushed as fast as he could with the heavy alcohol up the stairs. Marth put the whiskey bottle on the table, gulping.

"Where you been, boy? We been waitin' awhile now." Marth's step-father said. He was slightly drunk. The blunette paled and gulped. "I-I-I'm s-sorry. I go-got home lat-ater than expected."

His step-father's eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't let it happen again!" he threw the half empty bottle of rum at his step-son. Math yelped when the bottle broken on him. He scurried away from the room after setting the beer case down. Shaking violently, he rushed back down into the cellar.

Marth got the strong liquor the one named Ghirahim liked. He was Vaati's dad. The blunette raced up the stairs and put the liquor on the table. He stood off to the side, trying to not be seen, but he was required to stay in there, incase if they needed anything else.

The blunette had forgotten his step-father's poker night was that night. He gulped. He was required to 'play'. Really, he was just the prize for the winner. He didn't even get cards. His step-father and his friends played stripper poker. Whoever won got Marth for a night to do with as he pleased.

The reason why Marth called his step-dad's friends 'customers' was because that's what they were. They paid his step-father handsomely for a night with Marth. They may really be his friends, but they still sure do love to screw the poor flawless teen.

"Ganon, you in this round?" Ghirahim asked. Marth liked him. He was at least gentle with him, plus he for some reason never got drunk, no matter how much he consumed.

Marth's step-father looked up and nodded. "'Course I am. I'm no' s'upid. Now, deal the car's."

The blunette could tell his step-father was drunk now. Ghirahim won most of the time, but sometimes it was that Bowser guy. And he was huge, if you know what I mean. He tore poor Marth's insides like there ain't a tomorrow.

Marth watched as the played. Fear gripped him as he noticed Bowser won. The huge muscular man grinned wickedly. Marth's eyes flickered to Ghirahim. He wasn't sure why, but they did. The young man gave an apologetic smile laced with sympathy. This made Marth confused. Why would one of his step-father's 'friends' feel sorry for him?

Suddenly, he was picked up and slung over someone's shoulder. He gasped in surprise. Bowser had picked him up. He was now climbing the stairs to Marth's room, the attic to be exact. It was pretty big, though, for an attic. Bowser slammed the boy onto the pathetic bed, causing him to cry out in surprise and pain.

"Ready, little whore?" Bowser laughed. The blunette began to tremble in fear. He wasn't ready. He was terrified. He watched as Bowser laughed evilly again. He gulped and found himself begging with the man. "P-P-Please… D-Don't h-h-hurt m-me…"

He just laughed cruelly. "Now, that's no fun, is it?"

Marth began to whimper as Bowser took the boy's pants off. Soon, all articles of clothing were gone, thrown somewhere on the floor ((except Bowser, he's already naked from the stripper poker (the way to win Ganon's version is to be the first naked))). Bowser took the ropes that were on Marth's nightstand (left there for just this reason) and tied the boy's legs apart, one to each post of the four-post bed. Then, he bounded the boy's wrists together behind his back. Very uncomfortable.

The boy cried out in pain and surprise when Bowser entered all the way without a warning. Tears filled the poor boy's blue eyes. He couldn't help the desperate and hurt cry that left his mouth. The older man smirked.

"That hurt, slut?" Marth nodded as tears fell from his eyes. "Good." Bowser laughed.

Bowser began to pound him senseless. In. Out. In. Out. Marth couldn't take it. He began to scream and cry out as hot stinging tears fell. Suddenly, Bowser wasn't in him anymore. He sighed softly in relief. Then, he felt something else go inside his aching ass. It was sharp, and it hurt. Marth cried out as he realized it was a knife. He whimpered in pain and pleasure as Bowser began to fuck him with the dull blade. Luckily, it wasn't that sharp.

He closed his eyes and didn't see Bowser pull out a sharper knife from under the boy's pillow (don't ask why it's there. Marth won't tell you). The rapist smirked and began to crave words on the blunette's chest. The words were 'Raped once again'.

Marth couldn't take the pain and pleasure. He was so close to release, but the pain made him soft. So he was as hard as possible without coming. He couldn't take it. It was killing him, not to be able to get off. He cried out in bliss as the knife hit his prostate.

He hated this. He half wished he wasn't gay. It wasn't fair that he was always mistreated and 'screwed senseless' because he was feminine, because he was gay.

Marth's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched his back. The knife was removed and replaced by something bigger and coated in something that s-t-u-n-g! Sooooooooo badly! Marth cried out in agony. He realized it was Bowser's cock inside him, and it was coated in strong alcohol.

A few horrid moments later, Marth passed out from the pain.

Link and Dark went home after a while of hanging at the park with Aryll. It was getting darker sooner for it was nearly winter. It was December 20th, the day before Winter officially began. The Winter Fest Dance at their school was the coming up that Saturday. It was in two days! After they finished their homework, Link said "Hey, Dark…?"

"Hmm?" his brother asked over his cup of tea.

Link looked at his older twin and said "Since we have some time before it's curfew…" Curfew was eleven o'clock on school days. It was only eight. "Wanna go shopping for our Winter Fest costumes?"

This town was weird. They didn't celebrate Halloween. They did this Winter Fest. It lasted a week long. From The Saturday before Christmas to the Saturday after Christmas. So this year it was from the 22nd to the 29th (A/n: Okay… so this is weird… I chose that as a random date, the 22nd of December to be a Saturday, and I just looked. It actually is a Saturday! O.O Weird…).

The Winter Fest is a major holiday for the citizens of this town. What happens is that on Christmas day of course you open your presents, but then you get in your costume and go Town Square. There they hold a free festival. Everything is free. The games, the dances, the rides, the food, the pictures… the only thing you have to pay for is your costume.

The Town Square gets decorated in beautiful winter décor. Not Santa Claus and reindeer or trees and lights, but beautiful white and blue snowflakes and real snowmen. The place gets a fresh layer of snow the day before Christmas. Always. It's been that way since the goddess found favor in their little town.

Dark smiled. "Of course. Let me finish this first."

The blonde nodded and asked "What is it?"

"Tea." came the one word answer. Link's brow furrowed. "I thought you hated tea…"

"Not anymore. Mom bought a strange one called 'Black Magic'. It taste amazing." Dark said, sipping his tea. Link nodded slowly. "What's it made of?"

"Um… it said it had mint leaves and um… the same as black tea. With a hint of chocolate though… It's weird." Dark drank more. Link was now curious. "That can't taste good. Chocolate? In tea?"

"Here, try some." Dark said, bringing his mug towards Link. Link shook his head. "No. That sounds gross!"

The raven-haired smirked and said "Now, now, Linky. Don't judge a drink by it's flavor."

Dark had used his childhood nickname. Link looked at his brother dryly. "Ha. Ha. Nice play on words." Link rolled his eyes after his sarcastic comment. But… Dark did have a point…

Sighing in defeat, Link took the cup, which made Dark grow a smug smirk on his face. The blonde glared playfully at him and took a sip. His tongue was flooded with the flavor of black tea. Dark was right.

It was weird. It tasted dark yet light. It had a hint of chocolate flavoring… It was refreshing and tasted faintly like mint as well. The mint leaves made the tea leave a refreshing cool feeling once you swallowed it. Link was surprised, but… he loved it.

Dark awaited impatiently for his brother's reaction. Link looked at his brother and took another sip, causing Dark to smirk. "Like it, Linky?"

The blonde glared playfully at him again and mumbled "Shut up."

The red-eyed teen laughed in triumph. He made a grab for the cup, but Link stood up and walked away. "No. It's mine now."

Dark grinned and stood as well. Soon, a game of chase took place. Eventually, they found themselves in the kitchen, one brother on either side of the island. Link was trapped. Not really wanting the tea anymore, he waited for Dark to make a move, an excited smile on his face revealing his pearly whites.

Suddenly, the sound of their mom opening the garage door made the boys momentarily forget their game. Dark was the first to remember, and he grinned wickedly. Link was distracted. The elder twin smirked and poked his brother's 'love handles' (the deepest part of your curve).

The blonde squealed in surprise and dropped the mug. What Dark did was indescribable. He swirled around Link in a gracefully fluent motions and caught the mug in his left hand with just his fingers. It had all happened in slow motion. Link stared at Dark in awe and surprise.

Dark smirked. "I win. It's mine now." This broken link from his awestruck daze. He laughed softly. "You can have it. Now, let's go! It's eight forty!"

The elder smirked and said "Alright. We can take the car downtown."

Link smiled. The two twins made their way to the car. They got in and left to downtown.

"Wow! This year they're bigger than ever!" Link heard a freshmen say as Dark and him flipped through the racks of colorful costumes. "They are bigger." Link marveled aloud.

Dark nodded. "Yeah… they are. What should we go as?"

Link shrugged as eye blue eyes trailed over costume after costume. "Dunno…"

Dark's gaze came across something he liked. He pulled it out to examine it. Yes. This was the one he was getting. Link looked at him and smiled. "That will look hot on you."

Then the blonde blushed when he realized what he said. Dark smirked. "Of course it will. I always look hot."

Link laughed softly and said "Yeah."

The elder looked at Link and said "Now… let's fine you a costume."

The blonde nodded. They searched and searched. After an hour of searching, they gave up.

"We can come back later…" Link said, just as his eye caught an amazing costume. He knew he wanted to get that one. But… not while Dark's here. Dark nodded. "Alright. Then, let's go home. It's almost eleven."

Link smiled and nodded. The twins left the costume shoppe and went to the car. Then, they drove away.
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