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Meta Knight landed gracefully outside of Green Greens. The day was just beginning to end, with the sun slowly sinking down and down into the depths below the horizon.
His body ached with wounds that he had yet to tend to. He’d spent the day fighting off the dark forces of enemies from invading Dreamland. They weren’t entirely dangerous, just some idiots meddling with the wrong planet. Still, they managed to put up a pretty decent battle. Meta Knight entered the deep foliage of the forest, his strides taking him on a path he’s been on many times before.
Stars began to scatter across the blackened sky, and he looked up to admire them for a moment, being reminded of Kirby, and his fascination with stars. Meta Knight’s eyes went back to the trail, though he could probably walk this road with his eyes closed.
A home fashioned from old wood broke through the thick plants of Green Greens. Behind it was a pond, water barely rippling from the breeze. Meta Knight walked up the front steps and he unlocked the front door. The interior was barely lit, the only source of light being a candle that made the room smell of pine and treesap. Illuminated by this candle was a winged man with long magenta hair and dark skin, seated on the sofa. Galacta Knight was reading a book, or he was, before Meta Knight walked in and caught their attention.
“You’re home,” Galacta Knight said with a smile. That smile dimmed slightly when he took a longer look at Meta Knight’s appearance. He knows me far too well, Meta Knight mused. “Are you hurt?” He asked.
“Slightly,” Meta Knight answered, taking off his mask now that he was in the safe confines of his home, and with the man he trusted. “Mostly sore.”
Galacta Knight gently closed the book he was reading (not before putting in a bookmark), and stood up so they could drag Meta Knight onto the couch to sit down. Galacta Knight cupped his face and scanned him with their eyes. “Where are you hurt?”
Meta Knight extended his arm to display a bleeding gash just below the armor plating on his tricep. “The rest are insignificant cuts and bruises.”
Galacta Knight carefully brushed his fingers on Meta Knight’s bicep and watched him flinch. Galacta Knight stood up and left down the hall. They were gone for a moment, then returned with gauze and disinfectant. “Take off your armor and your shirt,” he commanded.
Meta Knight slowly obliged, clipping off his chestplate, pauldrons, and other pieces of armor that would be in the way. His cape molded swiftly into his wings after he had removed his tunic. Lastly, he slipped his undershirt over his head, revealing scars from long ago, and little scratches and large bruises that hadn’t even begun to heal. He always noticed that Galacta Knight would slightly wince whenever he’d see his scars. Meta Knight held out his arm again, and this time Galacta Knight started working on patching it up, fingers and movements so careful. Meta Knight watched the gauze being wrapped around his upper arm, but what he didn’t expect was that when Galacta Knight was done, he would press a small, gentle kiss to the bandaged wound. Stars, he hated that he could feel his face start to heat up.
“What was the purpose of that?” He asked them after he started putting the medical supplies in the kit.
Galacta Knight replied with a smile. “So it heals with proper love. I highly doubt any of your scars got kissed better when they were inflicted.”
Meta Knight felt his features slightly soften. “No. No, they weren’t.”
Galacta Knight took one of his hands, lacing their fingers together. “I’d be more than happy to show all your wounds the love they deserve, new and old.” They squeezed his hand before he let go. “You should take off the rest of your armor and get a new shirt,” Galacta Knight suggested.
Meta Knight sighed, but he knew they were right. He stood up with the armor he already took off in his arms. He went into the bedroom, removed the rest of his armor, and got himself a new shirt. It looked exactly the same as the previous one, just without ripped fabric. He returned to the living room, sitting down once again. Galacta Knight took this as an invitation to wrap him up in their wings, guiding him to lay his head on his shoulder. “You look exhausted,” Galacta Knight observed. “You should sleep.”
Meta Knight let out a tiny breathless laugh. “Like it would be so easy.” He felt Galacta Knight’s fingers brush up and down his spine. Galacta Knight was right, though, he felt terribly exhausted, and he just wanted to sleep. But most of the time, he couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. And if he did, he would wake up from a nightmare, anyway.
Galacta Knight wrapped his arms around Meta Knight and stood up. Galacta Knight dragged him to their shared room, then falling down onto the bed while bringing Meta Knight along with him. He found himself with his head resting on Galacta Knight’s chest, feathered wings wrapped around him like a cocoon. He felt Galacta Knight crane his head down and- much to his surprise- start to pepper butterfly kisses along his neck. Meta Knight felt his insides shiver, and he swallowed. “Is this necessary?”
Galacta Knight stopped for a moment. “Would you like me to cease?” He asked, and Meta Knight knew they were grinning when he didn’t answer them. Bastard, was what he thought when Galacta Knight continued. Galacta Knight would kiss numerous places on his neck, including the sensitive area where his artery was in his throat. Stars, Galacta Knight’s lips in such a spot felt so personal, but Meta Knight couldn’t imagine letting anyone else do so. Meta Knight could feel tiredness pulling on him, like he was being lulled by Galacta Knight’s gentle affection. He felt him trail upwards, following a path he didn’t know. Galacta Knight kissed along his jaw and ended just below his cheekbone. Meta Knight hadn’t realized he had his eyes closed until Galacta Knight stopped.
Instead, Galacta Knight kissed the bridge of his nose, where a scar was slashed from ages ago. He went up and stopped at his forehead. Galacta Knight rested his chin on top of Meta Knight’s head. “Just go to sleep, my love. I will be here with you,” they said gently. Meta Knight felt their fingers card through his hair, and he suddenly felt any and every muscle in his body relax like butter. He was on the edge of the waking world and the land of dreams, and it was such a strange place.
Eyes closed, darkness encompassed him, just as Galacta Knight’s soft and warm wings did. The last thing Meta Knight felt before falling out of reality was Galacta Knight’s lips on the top of his head, then he was gone.
Galacta Knight was pulled from his slumber rather peacefully. He could hear the chirps of birds outside and the warmth of the sun hitting his face. They took a deep breath, unintentionally taking in the scent of the man he happened to be cuddling with; vanilla and chocolate with a hint of lilac and cedar. He smiled and adjusted just barely so he could hold him closer. Meta Knight looked so tranquil, for once. Galacta Knight basked in his beauty and the stillness of the room.
The urge to continue his work from the night before became overwhelming, so he shifted one more time, then brushed feather light kisses on Meta Knight’s neck. It didn’t wake him up yet, thankfully, but it probably would the more they did it. Even so, Galacta Knight carried on. He spent a solid five minutes doing this, trailing sweet kisses across Meta Knight’s neck and on his throat (Galacta Knight caught a handful of Meta Knight’s freckles, much to his delight), until he heard Meta Knight stir and wake up.
“What are.. you doing?” Was the first thing Meta Knight said when he woke up. Galacta Knight breathed a laugh against his skin.
“Loving you,” they replied, continuing their path of soft affections. He brought the path upwards, until he landed exactly where he wanted: Meta Knight’s lips. The kiss was gentle, and warm, and filled with all the love in the universe. Kissing him felt like tasting the sweetest candy, and it was addicting to them. He pulled away, even if his mind was begging for him to go back. “Do you still feel sore this morning?” He asked quietly.
“No,” Meta Knight replied, his voice deeper with sleepiness. Galacta Knight could listen to him speak all day, every day. “Just tired,” Meta Knight mumbled, “very tired.”
“Then go back to sleep, my love,” Galacta Knight said gently. He pressed kisses on various places on his face, all so soft, like a breeze. They watched Meta Knight close his eyes, on the verge of dreams. “I’ll be right here beside you, and then when you wake up, we can make hot chocolate. Okay?”
Meta Knight hummed, but it was happy, Galacta Knight could tell. He continued to display his love with many kisses on his face and neck, until they heard his breathing slow. Galacta Knight smiled, and nuzzled his face into his navy blue hair.
“I love you, my sweet darling,” he murmured, before he too succumbed to slumber, embraced by warmth.