Greetings u.u

It's been quite a while since I last wrote and posted anything, but lately, I've been having these surges of ideas for lots of fanfiction, mainly SSB ones. Shameful as it may be, I only recently got Brawl, and I soon as I started playing it, I immediatly started to live the thing. Well...not...the addictive kind of way. OH WELL, YOU GOT MY POINT.

Moving on, I've had this first chapter in my computer for GOD knows how long and only now have I decided to post it.

Why, you ask? Because it's so much more different than what I'm used to write. I usually write angsty stuff but hey, guess what? This one promises to be full of laughs.

Oh right, I need to give out the warnings and disclaimer thingie.

WARNING: This thing contains yaoi. Which means there will be boy on boy action.

DISCLAIMER: Super Smash Bros does not, IN ANY WAY belong to me. The game and its characters belong to Nintendo and I MOST definitely do NOT pretend to make money from this piece of fanfiction.

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Sonic belongs to sega, by the way.


It was a typical, loud morning in the Smash Mansion. Most of the smashers were downstairs at the dining hall, stuffing their mouths with pancakes, waffles and whatever the counters displayed to the hungry brawlers. Others were already outside, practicing their fighting skills for the upcoming battles or playing tag, which was the kids' case.

All too early, one by one, every smasher left the dining hall, having finished breakfast and proceeding to join the other practicing ones outside. However, a certain blond Hylian still stood there at his usual table, waiting for Marth and Ike, his two closest friends in the house.

And he was growing impatient.

Breakfast time was beginning to look more like lunch time and there was still no sign of the two young swordsmen. He sighed and looked at the doorway, knowing that if one of the two arrived, the other would step in right after.

Marth and Ike were around each other all the time, for they were a couple – the popular, little couple of the mansion, mind you – and even though Link knew all that and was happy for them both, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous and left out everytime they displayed too much affection with him around. He felt strange and neglected. Like they were gradually forgetting about him from the moment they started dating.

And that feeling was only aggravating at the moment.

With a quick shake of his head, he brushed those negative thoughts aside along with his unruly blond bangs, his stomach growling afterwards. He blushed.

I should probably eat something or else I'll starve.


"Ikey ~!"

"D…Dammit, Marth…" A growl sounded from the mercenary's throat as he relentlessly pounded his royal lover against the mattress, the bed hitting the abused wall with so much force a small crack began to make itself known on the area the headboard was bumping against.

"S…So good…It feels so good, Ikey-ah~!" The prince's body seemed to almost bounce on the bed as the indigo haired mercenary kept on thrusting with brute force.

While one would probably be complaining at the strength he was using by now, forcing the Prince's slender and almost feminine legs further apart and pushing his back roughly against the abused mattress, Marth urged him on, mouthing encouraging dirty words at him, incoherent ones at that.

He loved every millisecond of it.

"Fuck, Marth…I'm…" Ike's gutural growls and grunts just seemed to grow more frequent and fierce, his body on the very brink of release.

One would think that a possessor of blue blood, royal blood, would keep his or her composure no matter the circumstances, using the right words to the one he or she is addressing. Royalty had a reputation to live up to, after all.

"Do it, Ike! C…Come inside me! Fill your slut of a Prince up~!"

Though, for a Prince, Marth could be very…vulgar – and quite loud too - when engaged in sexual activities with his lover. He just pretty much threw his royal composure out the window with blinding speed while a whole new persona took over him.

"M…Marth…Goddammit…Marth!" With a final thrust, Ike was buried all the way in, shooting his seed inside the Altean Prince for the umpteenth time in the history of their relationship.

"My Gods, I…Ike! T…That's t…too m…mu…a…ah-!" Marth snapped his blue eyes open, his pupils dilating as he made the most sensual sound Ike ever heard in his entire life. Letting out small gasps and high pitched moans, the prince's body convulsed as he rode out that beast of an orgasm, having his muscles clenching and clamping around the mercenary's member with a vice grip.

Ike could swear he had never seen Marth in such a blissful state. It almost looked like he was gone to heaven and back in a just a few mind blowing seconds.

As Marth's moans and screams of ecstasy came to an almost abrupt stop, the prince having rolled his eyes back before slowly closing them, Ike raised an eyebrow but quickly brushed the occurrence aside.

Panting heavily from their activities, Ike leaned in to kiss his lover passionately like he always did after a nice lovemaking session. But to his big surprise, Marth wasn't kissing back.

How unusual.

"M…Marth?" He quietly voiced out, starting to become slightly worried.

Still getting no sort of response, Ike sweat dropped as he came to an almost shocking conclusion.

Marth passed out.


Link has had enough. Huffing and pouting, he finally gets up from his seat in the dining room, preparing to leave the place and go in search of Princess Zelda to maybe start a decent, entertaining talk.

Link loved to spend time with Zelda. She became a rather pleasant companion after that whole ordeal back when Link had to save Hyrule from the hands of Ganondorf – Only to cross paths with the evil king again, at the mansion – and stood almost as big sister to him. A sibling Link never had, to be exact.

The only negative point of being with her was…Peach. Link couldn't stand her. Not that he actually hated the Princess of the Toadstool Kingdom, but she really got on his nerves. In fact, Link was certain she got on almost everyone's nerves – That is, if you exclude Mario, Luigi and Zelda herself.

And the fact that the pink obsessed Princess was slow didn't help much.

Princess Peach and Zelda were the closest friends one could ever think off. Much to Link's dismay, they did practically everything together, resulting in Peach bringing out the inner "girly" in Zelda's usually bash and serious nature.

Link sighed as the thoughts ran through his mind. As he left the dining hall, he came across a carelessly dressed Ike. Link could immediately tell he got dressed in a hurry.

He also looked kinda disoriented.

Something fishy has happened.

"A…Ah, Link! Good morning! I was just looking for you, pal!" The indigo haired mercenary said in a somewhat fake cheerful tone. To Link, who immediately frowned, it looked like he was uneasy about something.

"…Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Heck, I got to a point where I was so hungry I had to take my late breakfast without you two!" He pouted. "I'm so used to have breakfast with you guys, it even felt odd to eat alone like that…"

Ike's heart sank.

He honestly hated to see Link upset, even if for the tiniest and most insignificant of issues. He was his best friend, after all. And somehow, Ike knew he was neglecting the green clad swordsman, lately.

"I…I'm sorry, Link."

"Don't worry your ass about that." A chuckle from the blond and the mood was back to the usual healthy one between the two. "But…now that I look closely…where's Marth?" He blinked. "Weren't you supposed to come together for breakfast?"

"Well, eh…" The mercenary rubbed the back of his head, trying to find an explanation for what happened just a few moments ago. Link raised an eyebrow, taking note of Ike's strange behavior.

Something has definitely happened.

"You see, Link…Marth and I were late today because…it's…it's our anniversary. We're a…2 year old couple now."

Link's eyes widened at that. "Really?! Wow…time sure flies! I'm so happy for you two! Congrats!" Grinning, the blond Hylian hero patted one of the mercenary's broad shoulders in a friendly way, which caused the other to briefly crack a smile. "Though, I'm still failing to understand why you were late. That's not really a plausible reason, you know?"

"I'm not done yet, Link. Let's just say…I wanted to…spend some "quality time" with Marth as soon as we woke up. Do you get what I'm saying?"

Being the innocent little creature he is, Link just blinked and tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Not really."

Ike sighed in exasperation. Sometimes he didn't know whether the blond was either really innocent or just plain dumb.

You know what they say about blonds.

"We had a morning fuck, Link." He said, bluntly. Finally understanding, Link blushed a deep red.

"I see…"

"But…stuff happened and I don't really know what to do, now."

At that, the Hylian's pointy ears twitched in alarm. "Huh? What kind of stuff are we talking about here? What happened?"

Did they have a fight afterwards?

Link decided that there was no way a fight between the two could have occurred. If so, Ike's attitude and posture would be totally different.

Link had seen Marth and Ike upset after a fight many times before and, Ike's behavior, at that exact same moment, didn't resemble the one he'd have if he had indeed fought with Marth.

Usually, while Marth would go all "crocodile tears" over Link, Ike would grow impatient and, sometimes, a little bit too aggressive towards everyone who tried to communicate with him.

And that wasn't happening at the moment. This was something else. How bad it was, Link didn't know. He was starting to grow genuinely worried.

"I…I really…really don't know how that happened because it's never happened before, and I've heard it's something really rare to occur in general, so I-"

Link was growing impatient.

And that was the second time that day.

"Ike, just spit it out already!" He hissed in irritation and worry.

"He passed out."

Silence.

"What?" Link asked, confusion evident in his voice. He's heard about how overwhelming orgasms can be, but having absolutely no experience on the subject, he really didn't understand how one person could actually faint by experiencing one.

"Marth passed out when…" Ike paused, trying to find the right words without sounding too explicit. "…he climaxed." At that, the mercenary had to guide a hand to his face to hide the blush of embarrassment that was forming in his cheeks. "I think it got too intense for him."

Link was speechless. He didn't know whether to worry or just burst out in laughter at the situation Ike presented to him.

He ended up going for the second option.

"Hey…what's so funny?" The mercenary made a face.

"I…I'm sorry…It's just that…that…" Link kept on laughing, now holding tight onto his already aching stomach. When he calmed down enough, he wiped a single tear from his left eye and looked up at Ike, who looked as embarrassed as ever. "Do you want me to help you wake him up? I mean…I have no idea what I'll be doing, but we'll find a way. Heck, he might be awake already."

"That would be nice. I'm assuming he's still out cold since he hasn't come down yet." A chuckle.

Unless he can't get up at all.


In the end, Ike's assumption proved to be true. Both Link and himself climbed up the stairs to the room Marth and him shared, only to find the Prince still sprawled out over their bed in the same position Ike left him in before he went out the door in search of Link.

"Dude..." Link started, trying hard to suppress a laugh. "Did you kill him?"

Ike could only groan disapprovingly at that remark. "Don't you fuck with me. That would be the most ridiculous way of dying." He moved closer to the bed and, carefully – almost dreadfully – leaned in close enough to Marth's face to make sure he could still feel the Prince's breath upon his cheek. The mercenary sighed in relief as his unconscious boyfriend gave him the green light.

"He's breathing, alright."

Incredulous at Ike's actions and words, Link exploded into another laughing fit, which caused a few passerby's to look into the room, intrigued. Link just dismissively waved at them while still laughing, causing most of the onlookers to shrug and leave.

Falco, however, didn't seemed to be interested in leaving just yet.

"Care to tell me what the fuck is going on? Everyfuckingbody can hear you laughing."

At Falco's not so polite interjection, Link pointed to Ike, slowly calming down and regaining his composure. "Go ahead and ask him."

The blue avian was about to do so, when he finally took a look around the scene. Clothes scattered all over the room, the bed sheets all tousled and messy, Ike's uneasiness, Marth's...stillness over their bed?

"What the...? Oh...I get it now." Falco began to cackle in realization. "Congratulations, Ike. You've accomplished a deal very few man can even hope to do." He pats the mercenary on the back with a grin. "That, or Marth was just really fucking tired from all the shit you made him go through last night." Link raised an eyebrow, and when he looked at Ike, the indigo haired mercenary was looking at his feet in slight embarrassment, having sat over the bed, next to Marth's sleeping form by then. "Yeah, I heard every single thing." Just then, the avian pointed to his own eyes, which were bloodshot and bore small dark bags under them. "Hence why the black circles. I greatly advice you two to buy some soundproof doors, walls, floor and ceiling, because FUCK, sleeping beauty over there is loud as shit!" Link was shaking with suppressed laughter as Falco turned on his heel and headed for the opened door. When he was out, he yelled back "Try a glass of cold water over his face. Always works!"

A few moments of awkward silence passed by until Link's voice sounded. "You kept him up all night, didn't you?"

"Hey, we DID sleep, alright? For...a couple of hours." Ike mumbled the last part.

"Well, no wonder Marth passed out." A chuckle escaped from Link's throat. "He was so exhausted he instantly fell asleep-"

"Passed out." Ike corrected.

"Whatever. Kinda works the same. Are you gonna try the glass of water thing or what?"

The indigo haired swordsman passed his hands through is messy hair in complete and utter turmoil. Marth wasn't one to wake up in rough ways. The Prince's gentle nature required Ike to wake him up with soft kisses and caresses and sometimes cuddling, if he was expected to be in a good mood. Throwing cold water to his Prince's face was a method that never occurred to him and probably never would, was it not for the embarrassing situation at hand.

Ike would bet his own sword, Ragnell, that Marth would attempt to strangle him after waking up in such an abrupt, non gentle way. He sighed in defeat.

"Fuck me, bring me an entire jar."


And that was it! The first chapter is on. Hope it was not too disappointing u.u Please excuse any grammar mistakes I may have given. unfortunately, English is not my first language. Please feel free to review! Let me know what you think about this and, if you happen to have any ideas feel free to suggest them and I'll see to them ; )

Hope you enjoyed it. Chapter 2 will be up soon.