Chapter 1 – Home At Last
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The blond haired hero burst through the doors of the extravagant room with nary a breath to spare when he shouted into the space.
"Marth, Ike told me to tell you dinner is-"He stopped mid-sentence at the sight before him.
The room was vastly large with two-story ceilings. All visible walls were covered in monumental sheets of mirror. Long slats of oak covered the floor, carven with intricate patterns inlaid with a number of impossibly expensive jewels. A bed lay in the far right corner of the room, taking up more space than two king-size beds and looking grand as a throne. Several royal-looking pillows sat upon it, covering a good quarter of the mattress. The sheets were a crimson silk, and strewn over them were fresh rose petals, no more than a day old. In fact, rose petals seemed to speckle the entire room, including the man in question. Rose petals, however, were not what had stopped the boy in his tracks, halfway through a sentence. Marth had.
The prince was standing facing a framed slat of mirror on the west wall, fixing the reflective surface with a look of satisfactory seduction. This show of vanity would not have surprised the hero so much if it hadn't been for the fact that the prince happened to be stark naked at that moment. This struck him with shocked silence. Marth turned his head to gaze upon the messenger who had burst in so suddenly. He had not been so much as fazed by the interruption.
"What is it, Link?" He asked; tone seductive as his expression.
"It's nothing." He said meekly before bolting back down the hall. His sprint came to an abrupt halt as he crashed into a tall blunette leaning against the wall.
"S-sorry," he stuttered and started to run again.
"Wait." the soldier said authoritatively, grabbing Link by the shirt. "Did you give Marth the message?"
The blonde shook his head quickly, his face turning a shade redder.
"Don't worry about it," He dismissed before releasing his grip. Link took off down the hall like a shot from a pistol. "I'll tell him."
He walked up and leaned against the doorframe, a sigh passing his lips.
"Marth," he said non-chalantly "dinner is ready. When you're done being vain, you should come eat. I bet you're hungry."
A hand held his shoulder before he could leave, holding him to the spot.
"I am hungry," the prince whispered into Ike's ear, "but not for food."
He let his hand trail down the man's muscled arm and rest upon his hand. The soldier jerked his hand away.
"I don't have time for your sick games, prince," he said coldly, "just come to the table when you want to eat."
Marth gazed longingly at the man's back as he walked away. He sighed, exasperated.
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The princes ate quietly and politely while Link shoveled large forkfuls of steak and potatoes down his throat. It had been a good hour since the encounter in Marth's room, and Link was quite intent on preventing a repeat of the experience. Dark Link stared down at his food, fiery irises impassive.
"Where's Sheik," the redhead prince blurted, "is he ditching us?"
"His 'shiekahness'," Link spouted between bites, "probably won't-let him eat-in front of us…Stupid recluse."
Dark Link stood up and stormed out of the room without a word to spare.
"That was sudden," the blonde mentioned, "was it something I said?"
From then on, the meal continued in silence.
After the dishes were put in the sink, the heroes washed up and retired to their rooms.
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It was about three a.m. when Ike woke to the weight of a hand on his chest. He looked up at the feminine face of the prince and smiled kindly.
"Are they all asleep?" he asked.
"Of course." Marth replied smoothly.
"And the door?"
"Locked as always."
"Good," the soldier said before pulling the prince on top of him, "then you don't have to go hungry."
Ike grasped the prince's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. A shiver ran down their spines at the long-awaited contact-their first in weeks due to an annoying order that had sent Ike to the battlefront. Marth broke the kiss slowly, savoring the warmth on his lips.
"It's been a while," He said, tone thick with undisguised lust, "I almost forgot how good you taste."
"I'll help you remember." The soldier replied seductively. Their tongues moved in a rough rhythm as each claimed the other's mouth. Ike moved Marth under him without breaking the kiss and began stroking the prince's member with long sweeping motions. Deep blue eyes slid shut and the kiss was broken as a sonorous moan slipped from the boy's throat at the delicious sensation. His head tossed to the side and gray-blue tresses blanketed his face.
The soldier bit his lip at the heat rising within him at the sound of his partner's voice. He moved his lips to Marth's ear.
"You're so beautiful when you want it bad," He said softly, "I missed getting you off."
He ran his tongue along the man's ear and sped up the pace of his hand. The answering heat shocked through the prince's body in violent spasms. He moaned fervently through the mess of emotion, bucking his hips into the motion of his partner's hand. For the first time in a long while, it hadn't taken much to bring him to the brink of orgasm. Ike noticed how surprisingly close the prince was getting and halted the motion of his hand. Marth moaned pleadingly.
"Not yet," Ike beseeched, voice ragged as his breathing, "I want to be inside you when you come."
The prince swallowed a moan at the words that would've had him otherwise and took a deep, steadying breath. Marth briefly sucked on his fingers before beginning to stretch himself out, making various small noises in response to his ministrations. Ike watched greedily at the expressions flitting over his lover's face. Mere moments later, the bluenette heaved a short sigh, before removing his fingers and moving his hand to the soldier's neglected cock. Once it was nursed back to a healthy stiffness, the prince began guiding him inside. Ike was too impatient for the slow sliding of flesh over his length and, grabbing his partner's thighs, thrust completely in. Marth wailed half in pain, half in appeasing pleasure and flung his arms around the soldier's neck as he filled him. Ike started up a smooth rhythm, struggling to grasp restraint before he ended up hurting his lover. The prince moaned appreciatively louder with each building onslaught. It was Marth murmuring his name an instant later that destroyed the soldier's precarious self control. Ike's pace became ruthlessly rough and staccato; his hips crashed into the boy's with reckless abandon. It took all the prince had not to scream from the unholy perfection of it.
"Call my name." the soldier ordered harshly.
"I-Ike…" the boy moaned vibrantly in response.
Closer to the edge.
"Again." He thrust deep, rolling his hips.
"I-I-Ike."
Only inches away now.
"Again!"
"Ike!" the prince cried, coming messily with his partner.
Ike pulled out swiftly and flopped onto the mattress, worn but absolutely satisfied. Both laid together for the space of a few minutes before sliding off the bed and cleaning off in the bathroom. Marth could barely hobble in a straight line as he moved back to the bed with his partner. He wondered idly if he would be able to walk the next day. The soldier wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him to his chest.
"I needed that." Ike commented, demure. "Thank you for dealing putting up with me. I can't tell you how sorry I am if I hurt you at all. I should've had more self control than that."
"I don't mind." The prince replied with drowsily. A yawn passed his lips and he continued. "It's not like I'm normal enough to hate pain, so you're just fine. Not sure…if I'll be able to walk tomorrow though." Ike waited a moment and was about to respond when he heard the prince's breathing even out into the soft, slow pattern of sleep. A smile graced his face. Seconds later, Ike was asleep as well.
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