Loyal Red

Dedicated to Bleu's Birthday

Happy Birthday Bleu!

Disclaimer:

-The author does not own any part of the Super Smash Bros or Fire Emblem series, including but not limited to the characters of the story.

-This story is entirely fictional, based from purely fictional premise, none of the characters, actions characters partake in, many contraptions found here-in did not happen/do not actually exist.

-No money was made from the creation or distribution of this fic.

-No animals, people, or game consoles were hurt in the making of this fic.

-The author does not encourage nor endorse others to partake in actions as described within the story.

Warnings:

This story is rated M+ for the following reasons:

-Strong language.

-Graphic depictions of sexual acts including sexual involvement of minors

If any of these themes offend you, please do not continue to read this story.

Summary:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLEU! ^_^ Hope ur having a good time!

This story is practically original. Totally AU with the exception of having Roy and Marth from two different Fire Emblem games star in it. Roy and Marth are both students at the same boarding academy and Roy discovers he finds one upperclassman a little more interesting than he should. How will Marth respond, will anything happen? Well I'm writing this fic so durrr….. What are we still doing here! There's a story to get to!

Brief Chapter Notes:

-Roy's POV

Now that's what I call brief ^_^

Chapter 1: Freshman

First day at any school is always such a bitch, but this was more than that… Of all the places to be sent for high school, Dangruf Academy out in the middle of nowhere, a freakin boarding school! As if I didn't feel unwanted by my parents already…

I looked up at the ceiling, at least I had my own room in this place, if I had to share a room with a roommate I don't think I'd ever be able be at ease in a place like this.

I looked over this school's brochure which was still in the bag I had just finished unpacking, "Classical theme and reputation for excellence" that was just another way to say old collapsing hellhole…

I sighed and threw it back into the bag. I was already dressed for class which would be starting soon. The uniform here was the most uncomfortable… Grey slacks, a white long sleeve dress shirt, a grey coat and black tie. Not to mention these tight as hell dressy foot loafs… I felt like a prep for once in my life…

A year ago I was laughing and beating up on people dressed like this… So much for that hobby… The first bell echoed through the outside and I took that as my queue to finally get up and start walking to class.

The halls of the actual school didn't seem too odd, people wondering back and forth, new people like me looking lost… I might be lost, but I never look or act lost, I pride myself on always looking like I know what I'm doing.

"YOU THERE! Where do you think you're going?!" I turned around as some weirdo ran over to me. "You can't just walk around the school looking like that! Tuck in your shirt! Button up your coat! And comb your hair for god's sake!" Was this guy ready for an aneurism or something? I looked him up and down, obviously another student, a senior probably though, trying to start the year by showing force onto a freshmen, I'll show him.

I looked down at my clothes, "Something's wrong with the way I'm dressed?! You can't mean that! And here I spent hours making myself look my best!"

"Look you! Don't be getting cocky in front of me! I'm the leader of the school's disciplinary committee!" OH! Like I didn't see that coming…

"Look, I'm in no mood to play games with a copper wanna be, and while I'm sorry I got your nuts in a twist, could you just bugger off already?" Maybe that was the wrong thing to say… oh well too late now.

"THAT'S IT! You better watch yourself cause you've made an enemy out of one of the most important people in school on the first day! Not a wise decision freshmen, I'll be seeing you soon!" He started walking off, "And don't think you'll be able to get any help from any of the officials, I'll make sure they don't even talk to you loser!"

I watched him storm off… What an ass, used to people he can intimidate… I don't scare from people easily, not even bullies when I was smaller. Though I can't say I wasn't innocent of being a bully myself. But sure enough I could see that guy already on another freshmen down the hall, some people just don't get it…

I kept on walking down the school halls, I knew my class was on this floor somewhere… I looked down at the schedule I had crumpled up in my hand, room 634… I was at the right room… I took another deep sigh before turning the handle.

There was an old man sitting at a desk directly behind the door, great my favorite kind of teacher… old bitchy busy bodies…

"Take a seat young man…" The teacher barely looked up from his newspaper as students flooded in.

I grabbed one as close to a corner in the back of the room as I could find. I wanted a place where no one would bother me. The other students in the room were so not my kind group. Neat trimmed, and buttoned up, not an ounce of vigor in them I swear…

The bell rang signifying class was starting and the teacher finally put his paper down.

"I want to welcome all you new students to Dangruf Academy," he said, "My name is Mr. Jenkrins."

"Hello Mr. Jenkrins it's a pleasure to be here!" WHAT THE FUCK! Please tell me the rest of the class did not all say that in sync with each other…

"Why thank you class. Today being your first day, and this being your first class and homeroom, we have arranged for some of your upperclassmen to tour you around the school. They should be here any minute. I shouldn't have to say this, but I expect there shall be no problems or interrupting of other classes from you all as you are shown around."

"No sir!" they did it again… what kind of freaky…

"Good, then before your guides arrive I just want to briefly go over the curriculum for this course." He got up and started writing something on the board.

God why do I have to sit through a boring tour? Can't you be merciful on me just this once and make the school catch fire and burn to the ground so I can go home, please?

I took a deep breath as the teacher went on about the course, I wasn't even listening at this point. I needed out, what the hell was I doing in a place like this, I didn't belong here! Give me a way out please, why didn't I struggle more not come here, I'll change I swear just please God give me some miracle!

"Roy? Roy are you even awake back there?!" the teacher… crap busted.

"Yes," I looked around to see over half the class was already gone. Gee since when did my thoughts make me that unaware?

"Roy you're next, get your things so you can go with the next one." What was I getting on a train or something? I picked up my bag and walked over to the front.

As I neared the teacher's desk, the door opened and a boy walked in, "Sorry I'm late, there were a few issues I had to take care of with the committee." A boy taller than myself with neatly combed blue hair just stood in front of me.

"Don't worry I understand, anyway that one's yours right behind you there." the teacher pointed a lazy finger at me. "He's all yours now, just remember to read that chapter in your book tonight Roy." I looked up at the board real quick and nodded. Read? Yeah right!

The tall boy left the room and I followed silently behind him. We ended up walking a good ways down the hall before he spoke up, "Quiet one are you?"

"Seems that way," I replied sarcastically.

"Wait I think I know you, you're the one who royally ticked off Donald this morning aren't you?"

I looked up at him funny, "Who?"

"The president of the school's student disciplinary committee."

I nodded, "Oh yeah him, he's an ass."

"Unbuttoned jacket, untucked shirt, messy red hair, I don't know why I didn't make the connection until now."

I made an uninterested "hmph" sound and kept walking.

"By the way, my name is Marth," He offered me a hand, so I went ahead and did the rare thing for me.

I pulled a hand out of my slacks pocket and shook his, "Roy," I answered giving him my name.

"I know, I was given your file when I accepted you as my charge for the day."

"You were given my file?" That sounded weird, "What's in it?"

Marth chuckled slightly, "Nothing confidential I can assure you."

I nodded, not that I really cared. I just felt… well weird… Here this guy had a record of some kind of information on me, and I really didn't have an edge at all… Oh well, like most things that could still be brushed off with my why should I care attitude.

Marth carried out his duties to show me where the important areas of the school were located. Library, main halls, all those nice things… I suppose he must have noticed my total lack of interest though.

"Say, why don't we call it quits and get an early lunch?"

I shrugged, "Sounds good to me,"

"Good, oh and lunch here is covered with tuition, so you don't have to worry about taking extra cash with you to the cafeteria." Now there was some useful information for a change.

Marth lead me to the cafeteria which seemed more like a restaurant than any cafeteria I'd ever been to. All the food was laid out in several large buffets and there were even several soda fountains to the side. Marth and I got our food and sat down at a booth.

"So what do you think?"

I looked up at him from sipping my soda, "Hmmm?"

"The school, what do you think of the place?"

I tried to piece my words carefully, "How should I put this? It's antiquated, I feel as though the roof is going to collapse onto my head at any moment unless the dust and cob webs suffocate me first, the students are either lame minded or under some form choir curse, the only reason I haven't attempted an escape as of yet is the notion that the forest surrounding this building is home to a legendary beast who thrives on dismembering the bodies of those foolish enough to trespass in its domain…" I went back to sipping my soda.

Marth started chuckling from the other side of the table. Was he amused by what I just said? I thought for sure any of these loyal prep council members would have been offended by my sense of humor.

"I like you, you have some whit about you," Marth smiled. I shook my head and went on to eating the food I brought from the buffet.

"Listen Roy, I'm sure a guy like you is probably upset at being in a place like this right now. And the way all the other students act is going to overwhelm you for a while, but trust me, most of them will get over themselves after a while, and you should start feeling a little more comfortable, and a little less like you're trapped in a condemned building site."

So Marth was trying to encourage me… There was something new… He just didn't know me, otherwise he'd know I don't have traits worthy of such things…

We talked for a while longer, and I realized Marth wasn't such a bad guy. I was expecting all the members of student council to be as high and mighty as that last guy from the disciplinary committee.

Once lunch was over Marth's "tour" was over, and he excused himself to attend his regular classes. This place wouldn't be so bad if I had a friend like him. Someone I can bitch to about all the crap at this place and who will actually sit there and laugh with me about it. I can live with that.

I had three classes left for the day, but I can't say I paid attention to any of them. First day of school, what could I possibly be missing?

School was dismissed and everyone was released to roam for the day. Most of the other students sat around the commons area, or even the student lounge. I did neither, I wasn't in a hurry to go listen to there incessant higher class ramble. I went up to my room to collapse for the day.

I quickly locked my room's door behind me, and once again thanked god for giving me my own room in this nightmare. I had already unpacked a small stereo I had managed to bring with me and put in a soundtrack cd to Dance Dance Revolution. I imagined listening to that was as close as I was going to get to playing it for a while to come…

I was really pissed off today so I decided to shower early. There was a small bathroom and shower attached to my room that was also private. I shut the bathroom door and started the water. For a minute I was wondering if I was going to get any hot water at all as it took several minutes for the water to be anything from freezing. Finally the hot water reached the tap and I realized the hot water heater must just be far away from my room.

I pulled off the crappy school uniform and folded it as neatly as I could on the bathroom counter so I could hopefully wear it again before having to do laundry.

I didn't get why my parents thought this place would be so great, it felt more like a retirement home than an academy to me… Come send me you're old folks ready to die! They'll fit in perfect!

Finally in the shower I let the water soak into my hair as I stared at the shower floor. The shower was always my thinking place. I could still make out the song the stereo was playing in the other room as I stood there in the shower.

I found myself missing my old shower back home, it was much bigger than this one, and was also a tub if I ever felt like it… Just more reasons to hate this place…

As I was washing myself something else came about that wanted my attention. I looked down again and saw how stiff I had gotten just standing in the shower. Gee, with all the hustle and fighting and moving, I guess I had been neglecting it for a couple weeks now.

I leaned against the tile wall and slowly started rubbing myself. It was starting to feel really good, "Just give it some time, you'll get over it." WHAT? Where did that thought come from? I shook my head and went back to what I was doing.

"I like you, you have some whit about you," that chuckle… why the hell was I thinking about Marth at a time like this?! That wasn't right!

I stopped for a minute to clear my mind. There, no stray thoughts lying about… Testing to be sure… good, back to work!

"You're really cool for a freshman, I hope to see you around some more!" OK THAT'S IT!

I shut the shower off and wrapped the towel around my waist. My mind was freaking me out. I didn't want to think about that! I looked in the mirror as I dried my hair.

I had been tired all day, zoning out and dozing off… maybe that was it, I was just tired… That had to be it, cause I wasn't gay…

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and another around my shoulders. I jumped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling again. I'd only been here for a day and it was wearing on me… not good if I had any plans on surviving.

Why had I thought those things about Marth while I was…? It was just random thoughts my mind was picking out what Marth had said earlier nothing else.

I rubbed my eyes with my palms, "I like you Roy… Really…" my eyes shot wide… Marth hadn't said that… especially not with that kind of look in his face… that… seductive look… DAMN IT! What the fuck is wrong with me?!

"Is it wrong for me to think you're cute Roy? I don't think it is…" I was suddenly having a hard time breathing. I couldn't keep my mind from making up these images. It wasn't me, it wasn't!

"Roy… I want you…" I had my hand on either side of my head on the pillow I was on. I barely noticed myself when I started moving my right hand… I pulled off my towel and looked at myself. I was even harder now than I was in the shower!

"What the hell am I doing…" I whispered before grabbing my hardon and squeezing hard. OH GOD! Why does that feel even better now than it did before?!"

Marth kept posing for me in my mind while I rubbed myself faster and faster, up and down. I wanted to cry, this was so wrong, but it felt so good at the same time. THIS WASN'T ME! PLEASE TELL ME THIS ISN'T ME!

My hand was moving all on its own. It was toying with me, giving me pleasure and torment at the same time. Marth kept dancing in my head as my hand would stroke my rod, then move to play with my balls… Make it stop! It felt good though… so good… that's why it wouldn't stop… It kept pulling on my shaft and then would keep on rubbing. It sped up ten fold and I jumped in bed. I looked down still not believing this was me. I couldn't be driven to do this by images of Marth! But I curled up on my side stroking harder and faster with my right hand, and covering my mouth with my left, trying to hide my moans if from even my own ears…

"Roy, I love you!" My eyes went wide as I squeezed too hard and let loose my two weeks build up of orgasm. I cringed as it was all I could do to keep from crying out. My jizz flew all the way up to my neck, and several more shots fell just short on my chest.

My breathing was still hard and sporadic when I finally regained control of my right hand. I held it shakily in front of my face. It was me, I was the one who did that… Those were my thoughts… I was jacking off to thoughts of Marth, and I was enjoying it… What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I grabbed the towel that had fallen around my neck and quickly wiped myself up. I felt scared, yet at the same time, momentarily satisfied… GOD DAMN IT! How can I ever look at Marth the same after doing something like this… I'm so fucked up…

I rolled over onto my side again and cried myself to sleep that night…

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