Disclaimer -- I do not own Super Smash Bros. Melee. The characters and such are property of Nintendo. All of these writings are pure fiction and came from my imagination! (*Um.. what little imagination I have, that is!*) I am also sorry if any part of my story resembles anything else that has already been done or any other idea.

Author's Notes -- I hope you enjoy my stories! Remember, please be gentle if you review! It takes a lot of courage to post something that you have done and share it with total strangers. Everyone works hard on their fics, and I believe they should ALL be respected, because they had the courage to try. Please keep that in mind. Thank you!

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About The Story: I wrote this while I was thinking up the next plots for SSBM: What the Future May Hold. I was looking at a fan art that I had drawn, and decided to write this. Though the artwork was a drawing of Marth and Roy, I decided to do this from Link's point of view. This is a story about Link questioning his own sexuality after meeting Marth at the first night of the new tournament. (Probably an overused idea, but I wanted to give it a shot, lol!)

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WARNING: Story contains shounen-ai and yaoi references and actions. Please make note of this before reading. If you are sensitive to writings of this nature, then please, do not proceed. (Possible couples: Marth/Roy || Marth/Link || Link/Roy) There will also be your classic couplings as well, such as Peach/Mario and a little Link/Zelda . Also rated for sexual (boy/girl) content and laguage.

Fiction By Sherrilynn

Deceiver

Chapter One -- A Fresh New Face For An Old Setting

I'm beginning to ponder why I even decided to take part the second coming this so-called "tournament". After reading the fine print, all it turned out to be was a roller coaster ride of emotions that took me down to hell and forgot to come back up again.

There was just something unexplanable in the air; I remember feeling this strange, yet beautiful aura as soon as I walked into the lobby of the newly remodeled Tournament Arenas. I didn't even have to look for it. I felt this awkward presence there, calling me out. Calling to me... with this intoxiacating, sensual voice...

I found a place along the wall to set my equipment before trying to find some familiar faces. It was going to be a little complicated since the rookies outnumbered the veterans this time. Which wasn't suprising. Since the last tournaments, it was agreed upon to have more fighters involved for the next time around.

It seemed as though everyone else had already arrived. The Mario Brothers were in the corner of the large lobby, both holding drinks and laughing with Princess Peach. Bowser was standing nearby, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, seeing if their humor was centered around him. Which it probably was, like most of their talks. Several Pokémon were all in a circle, speaking in their different Poké languages which almost no one knew how to decipher.

I was about to take a seat in one of the many unoccupied chairs when I heard a delicate voice sing my name.

"Link!"

A voice that inviting could only belong to one: Princess Zelda.

I didn't say a word. I just walked over to her and wrapped my arms gently around her, since it had been several months since I had even talked to the Princess. Both of us had been training hard since we found out about this particular tournament.

We then engaged in a conversation about anything and everything, laughing and joking about things that no one else would understand. And boy, did we miss each other terribly.

But in the next moments there was something about to happen. And I would later hate myself for. That I would later be wondering why in Din's name it even happened, because I sure as hell don't understand it; and to this day, still don't.

It was at that damned moment that he caught my eye. That damned moment that I made myself question my own personality.

Everyone had gotten a list of the participants that were to be in this tournament. There were several very recognizable names, but there were two in particular that I had never heard of before. And this appeared to be one of them. At least it had to be. Unless he was one of the dignified guests to be speaking tonight at one of the gatherings. But that was improbable.

"Who's that young man?" I asked Zelda, pointing toward a boy that appeared to be in his late teens, the one that had gotten my attention quicker than even Zelda had. He was dressed richly, just like royalty. His eyes were a bright, crystal blue, and his hair was colored a soft teal.

"Oh, him," Zelda said, her eyes brightening and the pitch of her voice lightening, an attraction seeming obvious, stirring a pang of jealousy within me. Of course, I had no right to be. I felt as though I was breaking my moral and ethical codes just by asking that one simple question. And hoping that my curiousity wouldn't turn into anything more.

"That's Marth, the Prince of Altea." She explained to me that she had already had the "pleasure of meeting him" earlier that evening.

I knew it, I laughed to myself. Too handsome not to be a prince.

And my own words caught me by suprise, biting me back like a sour orange. Did that thought really just cross my mind? If I could have looked in the mirror at that moment, I would have seen a seductive smile and a twinkle in my eye, my gaze fixing on the prince's nicely shaped body. It was hard not to admire a physically-fit body like his. However, the thing that suprised me about my own mind the most?

I loved Zelda. I loved her. And I was no where near interested in men... or at least I didn't think I was. How was someone supposed to go about realizing these things? How just one look could change the way I lived my life and the way I loved was one of those questions that will be forever left unanswered.

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Somehow, I knew that with this diverse mixture of fighters from all different parts of the world, there was going to end up being enough drama to make a wonderful plot for a daytime soap opera. I just knew it.

We all suddenly found ourselves sitting in an enormous auditorium, waiting for the Master Hand to come speak at the meeting we were all called to.

I had met a few new people that night, but vowed to stay away from Prince Marth. My emotions were starting to scare me. I'm not even sure if you could classify them as emotions. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure what the hell they were. But they were strange; and that's all I knew.

One of the "newbies" I had met was another swordsman named Roy. He was very friendly and energetic. His excitment was contagious, as all the fighters began to get into the spirit. Including me, hoping... praying that I could keep my mind of things I had no right to be thinking.

Roy sighed as he slouched in his seat beside me, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He was beginning to let boredom get to him now that we were all seated and waiting for a giant hand to begin a speech. I laughed at the thought of the new members watching the Master Hand for the first time. It was always amusing to see someone staring face-to... whatever you face when you talk to a giant hand. Anyway, it was sure to prove entertaining.

I smirked as I continued on with my stupid thoughts, trying to stay awake. Until out of the corner of my eye, the Prince walked in the auditorium and took a seat near the center, Princess Zelda right beside him.

At first, I was hurt. Why wouldn't she want to come sit beside me? After all, it had been a long time since she and I had actually talked together or even been in each other's presence for that matter. But the hurt was soon replaced by that masculine jealousy thing that guys tend to get when they see the object of their affection talking with another attractive male.

Hrmph, I growled to myself. And I don't know which one I was more angry at. Marth for being with Zelda, the girl that I had loved for so long and was mine, or Zelda for being with Marth -- the Prince that I seemed to have developed an interest in. What that something was, I would find out soon enough.

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"Dorms?!" Roy exclaimed, causing me to cover his mouth with my hand as quickly as I could. (We got some pretty strange looks from a few of the others walking down the hall, trying to find their rooms.)

Zelda came skipping up behind me and put her arms around my waist, leaning her head against my back.

Zelda and I had been in a relationship -- a very committed one -- for about a year now. A year next week, to be exact. And here I was, letting someting totally stupid take over my mind and body. As I've already stated; I love Zelda. So how does just looking at Marth seem to change so much? And why was I mad that she was simply talking to him? Or walking with him? Those things alone don't mean she's interested... does it?

"Zel," I whispered quietly, knowing it was her. But a part of me wanted to push her away. Another part of me longed her to stay... to spend the night, even. Did they allow that here?

"Link," she whispered back, making me turn around to stare into her blue eyes. I stroked her long, blonde hair and tucked a piece behind her ear. Din knows I love her. And I always have. So why was I so confused? Was I really beginning to question my own sexuality? Just because I thought of Marth as "handsome"?

"Hey, Link!" Roy inturrupted my sinful thoughts at that moment. And maybe that was for the best. "We have another guy that's staying in our room with us! Come to find out, it's not just me and you!"

Now that really made me pay attention. Who? I silently wondered, then asked it aloud. I had this fear rising inside of me, praying it wasn't...

"Um... some guy from Altea. A Prince. Name's Marth."

And I swallowed hard, my fears and suspicions confirmed.

Did they allow that here? At that point, I didn't care if they did or not. Anywhere but near him. Marth's very exsistence made me question who I was and what my desires really were. The bad thing was? I haven't even spoken a word to him, and he already had the power to make me weak in the knees. Or something like that. Gulp.

And I thought I was... to put it blunty, straight. I was amazed at how much this new tournament was going to make me discover about the real me. Din help me. I was in for a wild ride.

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So I threw all my things in one corner. Was that look smacked on my face called "Disappointment"? I guess you could say that. Because all I wanted to do was avoid Marth, and now, that was practically impossible.

We were going to be sharing a dorm. But who stays in dorms all the time, right? We'll be training most of the time, and maybe I can skip out on a few nights to stay with Zelda... depending on the circumstances.

But there was still those nights when I couldn't stay with her. And those nights where we would all three be turning in to the same room. And taking showers there. And all those "other" activities.

I shivered at the thought, and tried to forbid any such images from my head. I had already stated that I thought he had an incredibly sexy body -- or did I simply put it as "well fit"? Oh boy...

Roy plopped down on one of the beds and crossed his socked feet.

"It's pretty comfortable in here!" Roy said, admiring his surroundings.

And I had to admit, for dorms, they were wonderful! Much better than the ones that we had to bunk in at the last tournament. I smiled at Roy and sat on the edge of the other bed, taking off my Kokiri boots. I felt much better with those things off my feet. Now it was to change out of this tunic!

Without a passing thought, I stripped my tunic off, as well as my underclothes, left only in a pair of tight boxers. And I do mean tight.

It was then I felt these eyes, staring at me. The eyes of someone who seemed to have only one thing on their mind.

I was unsuccessful in hiding a blush as I turned to see Roy, his eyes everywhere but my face.

I had no idea if Roy was... well, interested in men, because I did not yet know anything about him. So the evil side of me decided to take the chance flirt. I pushed my hair behind my ear and turned around to let him get a look at my rear. What has gotten into me? Did I simply have no brain anymore? Or heart for that matter? Who was I?

"You must work out a lot," was his reply in a deep, sensual tone.

"Not really working out, like with weights and stuff. Just a lot of physical activity like sword fighting." I layed down on the bed and picked up the television remote. Hell, this was what I normally slept in. Why would I suddenly change my old habbits because I was afraid of getting a man's attention?

But when I layed down, that's when I realized the predicament:

There were only two beds in the room. And Marth was not yet here.

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Roy and I heard voices coming down the hallway. Two of them belonged to Mario and Luigi. The other one was a voice I'd never heard before. I figured it had to be him.

We both snapped our heads as the doorknob began to turn, and in stepped Marth. He smiled warmly once he saw his two roomates, already here.

"Hi," he said shyly, looking at the both of us with a lost look in his eyes, his cheeks beginning to turn red, giving me the first taste of his delacate voice. "Do I have the right room? Are you guys Roy and Link?"

"Yes," Roy answered. "I'm Roy, and this is Link."

I nodded to him, flashing my best smile... suddenly aware that I was almost naked in front of him. Well, I wasn't the only one anymore. Roy had taken the time to undress himself while we were waiting for the third member of the "Three Musketeers". Now we were both lying there in nothing but our boxers.

Marth didn't seem flustered at all. He too was soon "comfortable", and we all walked to another section of our dorm. There was a huge couch -- a hard one, but still a couch -- and we all three sat down, almost at once.

There was this awkward silence that quickly filled the room. It was just as uncomfortable as before; no one was talking. Could it be that we're all that shy? Afraid of each other? Just don't know what to say?

I cleared my throat a few times, hoping that I could think of something to say. But as usual, nothing came to my somwhat empty and preoccupied mind. Except for that burning question to Marth. Which I finally got the guts to ask.

"Marth, I've seen you with Zelda this afternoon. Like her?"

It caught Marth by suprise; I guess the silence in the room was so obvious that my voice sounded like it was being amplified twenty times by a megaphone.

"Zelda? The Princess of Hyrule?"

I nodded my head, and then Marth decided to laugh at me.

"Wait a second... you're from Hyrule, too, aren't you?" Marth then smacked himself on the forehead. "Duh! Of course! You're that Link!"

I smirked. "Yes, I'm that Link."

"Scared that I'm attracted to Zelda, because... she's your girl, right?"

"Yeah. She's everything to me." I reached up and swatted a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. Everything to me, I kept saying to myself. Everything.

Roy just looked between the two of us as Marth and I talked about Zelda. I was thankful when there was a knock on our door. Marth was starting to sound a little... I don't know... attracted to her. I'm not sure if when I asked that I meant that kind of like, or just... like.

Instinctively, I answered the door. And of course, like a predictable plot line, there was Zelda.

"Hi, sweetie," she said, wrapping her arms around me again. "I miss you." She pecked me quickly on the cheek. "And boy, do you look sexy right now," she added with that intoxicating voice, noticing my absence of clothing.

I smiled and took advantage of the situation, not sure what I was trying to prove. I dove in for a hot, passionate kiss, taking her by suprise. I let my toungue enter her mouth, a little forcefully, might I add.

"Mmm, Link," Zelda whispered after I broke off the kiss. "Peach and Samus aren't in the room at the moment, they took some time to meet a few new people. Why don't you come with me, and stay for a while? Alone, so we can... mmm... catch up?"

I moved my body closer to hers and whispered in her ear, "A lovely idea, Princess."

Out of the corner of my eye, Roy was grinning and shaking his head. Marth, however, looked somewhat pissed. Don't asked me why. I have no clue. I couldn't help but think he looked a little cute with those devilish eyes, though. Why am I feeling these weird feelings so easily? Damn, I hate myself.

Before I left, though, I put on a pair of loose jeans and a sweater.

Ah, much better, see? Zelda's got me thinking back in the right state of mind. Women. Women. Not men. Not Marth. I guess maybe I just thought he was cute or something and went crazy, thinking that I was attracted to him. How stupid of me! Or it could have been jealousy, too... jealous that Zelda might think that he was better than me. Jealous that I thought he was better than me. But how do you confuse jealousy and... lust?

One of life's mysteries, I guess.

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"LINK! Oh, baby, don't you dare stop!"

Zelda had screamed at the top of her lungs. I wanted to shush her, to keep the "neighbors" from hearing what was actually going on inside that particular dorm. (Absense makes the heart -- and body, heh -- grow fonder.) But I adored the effect I had on her, that I could actually give her that much pleasure. She had the power to drive me insane, to make me want to do things that I had never felt or experienced before. Zelda was the only one who had ever made me feel that way. So we just let our bodies guide us and tell us what we were to do next.

This was only the second time that Zelda and I had... hrm, what term to use? Slept together? Had sex? Nope. I think "making love" is a much better term. Because that's what it feels like when I'm with her. Goodness know I love her, so much! So why does Marth have that kind of instant effect on me?

I just banished it out of my mind for now. All I wanted to do was concentrate on the sensual motions, the pure pleasure of being so exclusive with her. It had been three long months since we had been together. And now, we were finally back in each other's arms, right where we belonged.

Zelda groaned with disappointment when I pulled myself from her, but we quickly snuggled up to make up for the loss of heat. It was pretty chilly outside, after all, and snuggling up was always one of the best parts. Snuggling and talking.

Just like all good things, it too had to end. Samus and Peach had already come back to the room (which scared us both). So they left long enough for me to change -- or get dressed, rather -- and then I left, but not before giving Zelda a long, goodnight kiss.

"I'll see you in the morning, Zelda. For another meeting and then some pratice time with the new guys."

"Alright, Link. Goodnight."

We shared another kiss, then I made my way back to my own dorm, whistling happily. I opened the doors to find Marth and Roy talking quietly.

"Sorry guys," I apologized suddenly. "If it's something important, I can leave."

"No, don't leave," Roy pleaded, and I once again stripped down to my boxers. Because I was tired, and I wanted to sleep!

"It was nothing of importance," Marth added, smiling.

I smiled back, wanting to lighten the mood from earlier. "I'm sorry about making that scene -- "

"Don't even go there," Roy started, waving his hand. "She's your girl. You miss her. Nothing wrong there."

And that was good enough for me. Until I started to get into bed, and realized I didn't have one.

"Guys," I began, at first quietly, then let my voice rise a few decibles. "Where are we all going to sleep? There's three of us, and two beds... plus a couch. A hard one."

Marth and Roy looked at each other curiously and shrugged.

"I guess I get the couch?" I asked, trying not to sound testy.

"We could always share," Marth said, his voice almost a whisper. "I don't bite."

Was that an invitation? Of was I simply imagining things? I mentally kicked myself for thinking such thoughts about his kindness. He was offering me to stay with him so I wouldn't wake up with a terrible backache. The way my feelings have been for the past six hour was downright scary. And I didn't want to jeopardize my feelings any further. After all, I didn't even know much about Marth...

But I was tired, and a hard couch wasn't going to cut it.

And I hated myself for that next, all important, life changing, and stupid sentence.

"I guess a bed is better than a couch."

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Author's Notes: There's Chapter One of Deceiver. I hope you liked it. I know that it may have started out a little... odd and confusing... and fast... but I'm enjoying writing this. Yaoi used not to be something that I was interested in, but now I am. (LONG story!) Sorry if this first chapter was a little long. I just couldn't quite figure out where I wanted it to end.

If you have read SSBM: Our High School Days, you know that I attempted shounen-ai in Chpaters 7 and 13. That was the only time I've ever written shounen-ai, so this story might not be too good in the areas of shounen-ai and yaoi, but it will give me experience for the future. ^_^

Please be nice with reviews, since this is a story that contains themes and dialouge that not everyone agrees with. Please don't flame for the shounen-ai and yaoi content, because there was a clear warning in the summary. (I had a few flames on the SSBM: OHD even though there was a plain warning in the summary.)

Let me know what you think with constructive reviews! Thanks! (And sorry about the long notes at the top!) And thanks to Katie B for helping me out with some of the storyline!

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