Happy 18th Birthday, Darling }83

First came the knock on the door and chaos followed. He wasn't expecting any of this, wasn't expecting any visitors, and definitely wasn't expecting to open the door to Ike. But despite his expectations for the day there he was, much taller and more filled out, that familiar smirk just barely quirking the edges of his mouth. He almost missed the hunger in his eyes. The customary greetings were hardly out of his mouth before Ike was inviting himself in, towering over Marth and invading his space without having to do a thing.

Ike looked around the living room while Marth got a hold of himself, looking like he very much remembered and missed the place. It had been a few years.

"I hear you're eighteen now," he finally said, leveling his gaze on the smaller boy. "Happy Birthday."

Marth nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. Had it only been three years? God, it seemed like so much longer; so much longer since Ike had graduated and left him. Left him for college and the new stage of his life, left to 'give you space' he had said, 'to let you live life and figure out who you are'. That could be true, but Marth hadn't cared, it still hurt. It still hurt that Ike left him behind. So what if Ike had turned eighteen while he himself was still a freshman? It shouldn't have madewhat they had, what they were doing, wrong. How could something like that be okay one day, and then sick and illegal the next? Even so, Ike had left and no matter what Marth did he couldn't get a hold of him. Three years, and not one word.

He felt his chest tighten and his eyes water, furious at Ike and his damn assumptions. He opened his mouth to shout, to swear, to scream himself hoarse; but Ike beat him too it. Without a moment's notice Ike bent over and yanked him close, covering his mouth enthusiastically with his own. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, with Ike's hands gripping and wandering, pulling him flush against his broader chest. He's able to pull away for a moment, just long enough to catch his breath and slam the palm of his hand into Ike's shoulder.

"You ass! I can't believe the nerve—" but then Ike was kissing him again, stealing his words once more. He hated that he missed this, hated that he was enjoying it. But he couldn't help it, because suddenly Ike was tugging at his clothes and whispering apologies into his mouth and ear and the skin of his throat, forcing Marth against the arm of the couch until they both go tumbling into it. He hated that he began to reciprocate, hands curling into Ike's hair and a leg hitching itself over a sharp hip, wanting closer, needing to be close like they used to. Because in reality, deep down in the depths of Marth's confused heart, he's so damn relieved that Ike came back for him, that Ike was here now and still wanted him.

"I'm sorry." Ike's voice was a deep rumble, lowered with age and sincerity and lust. "I'm sorry, but I had to wait for you to grow up. Do you understand now?"

And Marth did. He hated it, but he understood. But he's eighteen now, and so nothing stood in their way, not anymore. Marth titled his head back at Ike's touch, his words coming interrupted by his own gasps and moans. "Well, I'm legal now, so you better not be a dick and leave me again."

Ike simply chuckled, the sound making Marth's skin crawl. "I won't let you out of my sight for a moment; we have a lot of catching up to do."

-wiggles eyebrows suggestively-