A/N: This is the censored version of this story. I have the full, detailed, story on adult fanfiction. net(you know what I mean XD)...it has the same title and is listened under games/Fire Emblem, or in my LJ at sevie-poo. livejournal . com /10995.html (without the spaces XD; ). I do not own these characters. This is a fanfiction. The characters belong to Nintendo and their respective owners. Please review.
The night was old by now. It was almost the end of it as the digital clock in the room read 11:58 PM. Ike sighed as he stared at the ice cubes in his gin and lime drink. His eyes narrowed as he took note to the way the ice was now smaller than it had been over the last ten minutes that he started to engage in this staring contest with the alcohol. With a sigh he took another sip and gently placed the glass down back on top of the hotel's table. It burned his throat, causing for him to finally lose his staring battle with the beverage.
He looked away to the two empty beds in the room. One was for him; the other was for Prince Marth Lowell. His own bed was slightly messy from it being in use, but Marth's was neat and clean as it had been the day they were first checked into this room. It was not by choice, however.
There was some sort of global competition going on. It summoned creatures and people from all the world's realms to battle for money and entertainment. Apparently this was their third one. It was Ike's first one, and Marth's second. All of the fighters were issued to stay at a private hotel during their time in the brawl. They were paired up by the organization. It put two fighters to each room. They were to become unconditional partners in rooming and battling together. They had no say in the matter.
Ike barely saw Marth though. The young man was never in the room unless he had to be. When they fought together, things did not go too smoothly.
The door creaked open. The blue-haired prince stepped inside with his eyes adverted to the floor. Ike looked up and over at him. He didn't know why he still expected Marth to say that he was here, or to simply give him a 'hello'. It never happened though. Marth lingered in the doorway, his face distorted in a pain that was not the result of a physical battle.
"Hey…" Ike spoke firmly as he got up and walked up to the other. He stood mere inches away from Marth's personal space. "We need to talk. What's wrong with you? You haven't said a single word to me since we started this. You give me the cold-shoulder all the time. How do you expect us to get anywhere in this competition if you refuse to work with me?"
Silence. Ike's blue orbs narrowed down at Marth as the prince continued to stand there, staring at the floor. Several deadening soundless minutes passed between the two of them as the elder waited for a response. There was none to be had. "Look at me!" Ike growled. He reached his hand forward and placed his it on Marth. His index finger tipped other's head up to him.
Immediately Marth's eyes drew wide. He raised his hand up and smacked Ike's away. "Don't touch me!" Marth yelled a bit louder than he should have. Within the same second, he turned himself right around and ran out the room with his hands covering his face. Ike stepped a foot out of the room, his hand groping the air.
"Prince Marth! Wait!" It was too late though. Ike frowned. Slowly he turned his head to the side. Someone else was lingering out the door too—Snake. Ike sweatdropped as he stared at the old man who had a creepy smile on his face. Ike quickly closed the door and went back in his room. "Need more….drink…" He shuddered as he sat back down and engulfed another glass of gin and lime.
The hours passed, and so did Ike. He lay slumped, asleep, over on the chair with his head resting on the table. The sound of the door murmured again. Even though it was a light noise, it still woke Ike up. He sat up and stared at Marth who was in the same posture that he was before. Ike knew he was trying to be quiet. He probably thought that if he slipped in silently and late, that he would be asleep. "Prince Marth…." Ike said softly as he cautiously walked back up to the other again. He stared down at him again. Marth didn't look at him, nor speak. "Prince Marth…" Ike repeated. "I apologize if I was too brash before…I should ha-" Ike felt his words cut off. His eyes shot wide as the younger male fell forward against him. With instinct Ike raised his arms up to hold Marth's sides. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" He tried to straighten the other out only to see the prince's face was rather red. "P…Prince Marth…" Ike slowly leaned himself down, closer to the other's face. "You….you have been drinking?" He frowned, a worry state crossing over him. "You're too young to drink!" Marth roughly pulled himself away from Ike.
He took wobbling steps until he fell side ways on his bed. "Shu up…I'm royalty! I've been dwinky since I was…one ears old!" Ike turned himself to stare at Marth. It was true that he had been drinking too, but the difference he was twenty-one years old and he did not drink to get drunk.
"I'll get you some water…" Ike hurried himself to the bathroom. He grabbed one of the hotel's glasses and filled it up with cold water. He brought it out to Marth and sat down on his bed beside him. "Here…"
"I don't ant it…" Marth looked away. Ike bit his lip lightly as he stared at him. Reluctance ran through his mind in wondering what he should do.
"You need air…" Ike shifted himself and placed his hands down. He removed the smaller one's armor and undid his long shirt, revealing the soft, tender, flesh of the prince's chest. Marth squirmed.
"No! Get your hands off me!"
Ike took his hands away from him at once. Marth was squirming at the time, and instead of laying down, he leaned himself up and wrapped his arms around Ike's neck. Ike's whole body stiffened. Before he could question the other, Marth rigidly pushed his lips against Ike's.
Pupils became dilated as Ike sat up straight. His fingers parted as several different feeling ran through his body at once. The two of them remained in the same position as the minutes ticked by. Ike was completely still as Marth's lips kneaded against the other's. Which one would pull back first? Ike knew he should reject the intoxicated prince, but he was frozen in spot.
Finally the moment ended. Marth released his grip on Ike and fell back against the bed. His hand lay across his forehead. With the way Marth's hair was matted all over the place, the way his cheeks were slightly flushed, and how the flesh of his chest was exposed, Ike couldn't help but to think that his roommate was rather attractive. He felt own cheeks burn and he didn't know if that was from the kiss or something more.
'This is wrong…' Ike thought to himself as he stared at, what appeared to be, a sleeping prince Marth. 'He's a prince…I can't touch him…' The fighter contemplated to himself as the hours passed. It was amazing how one simple, drunken kiss could stir up so many issues. No matter how many times Ike told himself to go to bed, he could not bring himself to leave Marth's side. 'He's so beautiful…I want to touch him…'
Slowly a lightly trembling hand stretched down to the slumbering body. Ever so gently Ike stroked the tips of his finger along the smaller one's chest. Even though Marth was a knight and warrior, his skin was so soft.
"Mn…." Marth stirred in his sleep for a second. Ike quickly withdrew his caress. "Ike-san…" Marth yawned as he sat up and blinked himself half awake. "You…are still here…?" Marth glanced to the clock. Three hours had passed.
"….Yes…"
"Oh…" Marth turned his head to the side and down. "I'm…sorry…I think I had a little too much to drink…"
Ike laughed softly "It's okay…" He leaned himself forward and embraced the other, gently holding Marth against him. Marth blushed. It didn't take long for Ike to start touching him again. His hand stroked through Marth's hair, petting him.
"I…Ike-san…?"
A small frown curved the elder's lips as he laid Marth back down. "I'm sorry, Prince Marth…I have no right to. I just want you to like me…I just want to be your friend and—"
Tears stopped Ike's words, but the flowing liquid was not from him. The sobbing belonged to Marth. The boy lay on his bed, staring up at Ike with large glossy eyes as water leaked down his cheeks. Ike was taken off guard. "P…Prince Marth? What's wrong?"
The mercenary was shocked. Everyone spoke of how noble and strong Marth Lowell was. He had never expected to see him crying. The truth was, it was all a front. Marth was fragile. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't be crying…" Marth turned himself over, shoving his face in the pillow. "I hate being a prince…this is not how I want life. I'm always told never to show weakness…when all I really want is…" He sniffed. Ike picked him up against him again. "Shh…it's okay. You don't need to say anything more…your country expects its leaders to be a certain way and-" Once again his words broke off as Marth buried his head against his chest, sobbing into him.
"Why….why does it have to be you?"
"What? What do you mean?"
Marth clung onto Ike's shirt. "All I wanted…all I wanted was for him to love me…I wanted him to hold me, and to kiss me…and now he's gone!"
Ike was silent for several minutes as the fact that Prince Marth Lowell just admitted he was a homosexual to him. "…Him? Who?"
More silence before Marth decided to answer him. "Prince….Roy…" Ike could feel the heat from Marth's tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt.
"Why….why did he have to…leave me…"
"Prince Marth…." Ike slowly laid Marth back down. He looked at him, moving himself so that he lingered over the smaller figure. His hands and knees straddled at Marth's sides. Marth's face was red, but it was not from sobbing.
"Ike…" They stared at one another. The minutes passed as hours. Ike closed his eyes and tilted his head. He lightly pushed his lips on top of Marth's. Both of their eyes dropped closed as the two of them felt each other's soft lips. Marth opened his mouth little against Ike's.
Ike wondered if it was just far air, or something more. His heart pounded hard against his chest. The young prince tasted so good. He wanted to experience more of his flavor. With much courage he took the opportunity and slid his tongue into Marth's mouth. He carefully rubbed his tongue against the other's. Marth moaned softly.
'I'm just doing this to make him feel better…' Ike thought to himself. 'Just a kiss…nothing more…' Marth started to play back against Ike's tongue. This caused for pleasurable shudders to run through Ike's body. Hands stroked though his hair as Marth ran his fingers in those ocean locks. 'Is this really happening?' Now it was Ike who was moaning.
Marth tightened his hold on him and pressed himself against him. Ike pulled back as he felt the younger one grind his groin against his from under his weight. "No…don't stop…" Marth breathed heavily and quickly pushed his lips back to Ike's.
Their hands started to travel elsewhere in order to remove their clothing. Both of them were so unsure and hesitant, but at the same time their actions flowed with desire and lust. "Prince Marth, you're so beautiful…" Ike breathed hotly against his ear. It made Marth quiver against him. A smile formed Ike's lips as he gave a small lap to the other's earlobe. He drew his tongue across Marth's jaw line and down his neck. The prince couldn't keep from moaning.
Ike continued south, his tongue tracing the curves of Marth's chest and down his abdomen. He got closer and closer to Marth's member. It made his stomach do flips in apprehension. Should he really be touching a prince like this? It seemed that Marth wanted it…and so did Ike. Finally he inched himself down a bit more and gave them both what they so craved.
One thing lead to another as the saying goes. Both Ike and Marth were experiencing each other for all they were worth. "MmmhMhhhn!" Marth moaned with each forward motion that Ike made.
Then, as if on command, the two of them released themselves into euphoria. The two of them moaned in unison.
Marth flung a hand up, knocking the lamp off the knight table. It fell to the floor with a crash. The lights were out…
