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Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Meta Knight wakes up to the gentle whirring of the Halberd’s engine, sunlight peeking through the small window above his desk along the adjacent wall. He makes to stretch his wings, but finds one of them stuck. When he glances over to see what’s wrong, he nearly stops breathing.
Oh, right. There’s Sword. And here they both are, lying together, their armor and clothing abandoned on the floor beside the bed.
This was not supposed to happen.
The relationship, if you could even call it that, that has been developing between him, Sword, and Blade over the past few months was meant to be strictly casual. The pair already had their thing going on, and once Meta Knight struggled enough to open up about his feelings, he still wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for. He wanted to take it slowly, and his friends agreed he should work at his own pace. They’ll be there when he’s ready. It’s all quite confusing, after all--he’s never felt like this about anyone before.
They kept quiet about it. It wasn’t something anyone else needed to know about, let alone the rest of the crew. Rumors are never much of a concern on the Halberd, except maybe when coming from Axe Knight. He does have an inclination towards gossip. But surely such things would never include Lord Meta Knight, always stoic and solitary, devoted to his craft. The questions would never end.
Even with this ever-present anxiety, Meta Knight quite enjoyed the time he spent with Sword and Blade. They only ever met in private; stopping by the other’s quarters in the dead of night or just before sunrise to have a moment of peace together. Just a hug from each of them has him smiling for the whole day, and a single kiss has him elated all week. Their meetings, however brief, are one of the only times he’s able to relax. Not for any particular reason--he just finds it easier to do so in their presence.
Never mind sleeping. There have been multiple instances now where, while being comfortably held in their arms, he’s fallen asleep. No one on the Halberd has ever seen him sleep before. The only ones he can think of who have are Kirby, Bandee, and Dedede, who have probably caught him napping once or twice, and have definitely seen him asleep when the four are out on their usual adventures. To have it happen so easily and in such a position is a serenity he could only dream of.
It was only a matter of time before things escalated, he supposed. What kind of knight is he, if he can’t control the heat of his emotions?! It’s not like he was sitting on them for weeks, laying awake at night pondering and stressing, dreaming of being with his friends every moment and doing everything he could to crush the coals before they burned too bright. It’s not like he was distracted at the wheel and during training, or nearly let it slip to Dedede that there was something so serious and personal taking over his every thought!
…Alright, maybe it was becoming a problem.
When Sword came by earlier, he told him everything. He didn’t mean to. It just came out. He was hoping to keep it inside forever, hiding and repressing it until it went away and stopped being so stars-damned annoying. But he said everything, out loud, to his friend’s face. And Sword…seemed almost excited to hear it. He was surprised, sure, but not unsupportive. It certainly didn’t help the rational parts of Meta Knight’s brain.
“Don’t knights have some kind of vow of celibacy thing?” he remembers Sword asking.
“To hell with it,” he responded a bit too quickly. “I want you.” He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in, pressing their faces together in a messy kiss. Sword wrapped his arms around him, sliding his hands beneath his cloak and beginning to unfasten his pauldrons…
Meta Knight’s face reddens the longer he stares up at the rust-orange ceiling, recounting the scene in his mind.
He’s never been fucked like that before. Well, he’s never been fucked, full stop, but he wasn’t expecting it to be so good. He allowed his lust to conquer his logic, and he was rewarded for it. Maybe he ought to be open about his feelings more often. It’s a pain, but it seems to turn out alright most of the time.
He startles when Sword shifts beside him. The other rolls onto his back, stretching out his arms with a yawn. He opens his eyes, a little confused at first, but it changes to a sleepy smile when he sees Meta Knight beside him.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” the warrior squeaks. He’s not expecting to sound so nervous.
Sword rolls onto his side again, nestling against the other’s extended wing. “Are you feeling alright?”
Meta Knight thinks for a few moments, then lets out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I?”
“What makes you say that?”
He keeps his eyes up, but his brow furrows. “I suppose things were never simple, were they? I’m just worried…they aren’t going to be the same anymore.”
Sword shrugs. “That’s not a bad thing.” He reaches forward and puts a hand on Meta Knight’s cheek. The warrior rolls to face him. “I, for one, am looking forward to doing this again.”
He laughs a bit at that, his face heating up. “That…would be alright with me.” He moves a bit closer to Sword, pulling up his other wing to wrap around the other. “So long as we bring Blade next time.”
“Naturally. I didn’t want to interrupt his work.”
Sword pulls him into a hug, and he nuzzles against his chest, cocooning them both in his wings beneath the blanket. Warmth is the first thing Meta Knight notices. His friend is so warm. The room is already hot and humid from their earlier activity, but this feels different. It’s comforting. He closes his eyes, resisting the urge to drift off as his exhaustion returns. In an attempt to keep himself alert, he runs his hands down to Sword’s waist.
“Forgive me,” he starts softly. “Things were moving so fast earlier, I didn’t have a chance to explore you thoroughly. Do you mind if I poke around?”
“Please do,” Sword answers eagerly. He leans in and kisses Meta Knight’s forehead. In response, the warrior brings his face in closer and kisses him again, this time for longer. After a minute or so, Meta Knight pushes his tongue against the other’s lips. Sword opens his mouth to let him in, whimpering slightly as he goes.
The warrior’s eyes start to glaze over hearing that sound, the heat in his chest returning as his hand moves down his friend’s front. His fingers pause at the top of his shaft, then he wraps his paw around it and slowly slides to the tip, taking in the feeling of the soft, folded skin. He brings his hand back up, then continues stroking him. Sword shivers, a moan escaping as his mouth stays against Meta Knight’s.
He curses under his breath and slides his free hand into Sword’s hair, his claws tangling through the strands. His heartbeat quickens feeling his friend growing hard against his palm.
“Can we do it again?” Meta Knight pleads. His grasp tightens around the other’s hair. “Stars above, I’ve never felt anything like it!”
Sword pulls him closer, pressing their foreheads together and closing one hand around the arm of his wing. “Fuck it, let’s do it.”
The knight can’t help but laugh as Sword nuzzles against his shoulder and kisses the side of his head. He rolls onto his back so the other can sit over him, his wings splayed out on the mattress while Sword runs his hand over the lavender webbing--
Knock knock knock!
Meta Knight shoots up with a gasp, grabbing Sword’s arms and bringing him with as his wings raise in alarm. They both hold their breath for a moment, staring at the door, before the knight shoves aside the blanket and hops down to the floor.
They shouldn’t have been doing this. Stars, they shouldn’t have been doing this, and now they’re paying the toll. He gathers up Sword’s clothes and tosses them onto the bed as he reaches for his own mask.
“Sir Meta Knight?”
He flinches, then lets out a heavy sigh at the sound of Blade’s voice through the door. Walking over, he gets an additional call of “it’s only me,” as he makes his way to the door. Once he opens it, he barely gives Blade a moment to think before grabbing him by the pauldron and yanking him inside, quickly shutting the door again.
As Blade stumbles in, he takes a look around, spotting Sword on the bed. The teal knight waves, and Blade hesitantly raises a hand in response.
“Woah, uh, you guys were…busy while I was gone.” He looks down at Meta Knight. “How--”
He’s startled silent when the warrior pulls him into a tight hug, pressing his face into his chest. After a moment, Blade relaxes and returns it, wrapping his arms around him.
They stand together for a while before Meta Knight lifts his head again, a gentle smile on his face. “I’m so lucky to have you two,” he says with a sigh. His eyes droop closed as he gazes up at the other. “Blade, would you like to take a nap with us?”
Though he’s still wearing his helmet, he seems to fluster a bit at that. “Oh, um, sure! That sounds nice.”
Meta Knight nods and takes his hand, bringing him over to the cot in the corner. He helps the green knight remove his armor. Sword shifts closer to the wall to give them both space, and once they lay down, he and Blade both cuddle up around Meta Knight, trapping him between them.
His free wing snaps up into the air as his face flushes, registering the position he’s in. Slowly, it relaxes again, dropping down over Sword in front of him. He takes a sharp breath when Blade nuzzles his face into the knight’s back.
“You need to relax,” the green knight tells him with a light laugh.
Meta Knight mumbles some kind of agreement as his eyelids droop again, and he starts to sink into the bed. Once he’s comfortable, Sword pulls up the blanket, and they all settle in.
There’s something so calming about hearing their breath, feeling their warmth up against him. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, relishing the strange sense of freedom it brings. Maybe he would’ve pondered it longer, but before he knows it, he’s back to sleep.