(Disclaimer: I do not own. I never will. Warnings: boyxboy, coarse language, and my definition of OOCness)

He was staying over at Roy's this weekend. He'd promise that it would only be the two of them, but there was something wrong. As they sat together, eating at some sushi place, he couldn't help but think of what had been going on for the past few days. Okay, sure, he'd known that he had more than friendly feelings for Roy, but he'd never really delved into how strong those feelings were. His fight with Ike had gotten him thinking, and honestly, he just wanted to escape it all for a while. Roy had been happy that he'd get Marth to himself for a weekend, and Marth thought that it would be fun too.

He never thought that the fight would follow with him.

"Marth, are you okay?"

Marth smiled. "I'm sorry, Roy. I'm not really being fair am I?"

"What are you talking about?" Roy looked genuinely concerned.

Marth shook his head. "I don't want to ruin the weekend by talking about it."

Roy frowned. "Please?"

Marth sighed, giving in. "Later."

Roy smiled. "Okay, but don't let me catch you zoning out again, alright?"

"So as long as you don't catch me it's alright?"

"Y-No!"

Marth laughed, and not long after Roy joined him. Yeah, this was good. As the laughter subsided, Roy gently prodded one of Marth's hands.

"But in all seriousness, I don't like seeing you like that."

Marth smirked while he discretely pulled his hand away. He had a feeling he knew the answer, but he couldn't help but ask, "Why not?" It sounded like a challenge.

Roy gently took Marth's hand, leaned forward, and brushed his lips against the smooth skin. He looked up from under his eyelashes; ocean blue eyes glinting as he cleverly met the challenge. Marth had to keep himself from flinching away in shock and then keep the blush from showing on his face.

"Because, dear prince, I like you too much to like seeing you in even the slightest amount of distress." Roy smiled and looked up with his whole face this time.

Marth struggled to keep his composure. Prince? Where in the world did that come from? "Well, I apologize, dear sir," he slid his hand away from Roy, "but I'm afraid that it will never work."

"And why is that, my lord?" Roy held Marth in a steady stare, sincerely curious.

Marth's heart suddenly started running a mile a minute and his stomach suddenly took up gymnastics. He quickly searched his brain for an answer. Why in the world did he say that? It wouldn't work? What, for goodness' sake, did he hope to accomplish with that?

"Such a relationship is unapproved of in many places," he responded shakily. He had meant that in more ways than one, leaving it up to Roy to decide which one he meant, or maybe even seeing all the ways at once.

"Well it'll be my job to make it work, if you wish, my lord." His stare remained unwavering.

Joining his heart and stomach, his lungs suddenly decided to stop working. "Dear sir, wishes are for those who are unable to reach such a goal."

"Then if you request, sire."

He was trapped. As much as he had avoided outright stating his feelings to Roy, he couldn't escape now. He had to give him props on that one. "I request it, sir." After a slight pause, Marth suddenly feared that he would, for some unknown reason, kiss him. Well, he supposed he wanted it, but didn't really think he was ready for it; so he prepared himself for anything.

Roy smiled and brought Marth's hand back to his lips. "It shall be done."

Marth's cheeks turned a light pink as happiness blossomed somewhere near his heart. Yeah, these next couple of days would be nice.

.:~:.

Marth looked at the long aisle of assorted frozen foods before him. They'd agree that they'd eat dinner at Roy's apartment, but also agreed that neither of them wanted to cook. He felt a bit awkward, trying to figure out what to get. He hadn't eaten frozen foods for a while, and for the life of him couldn't remember what he preferred. Roy said he was happy with whatever Marth chose, and that made it all the more difficult.

"So…" Roy started awkwardly.

"You know, I feel like eating muffins," Marth stated unexpectedly.

"Muffins?"

Marth nodded as he became aware of an old lady passing by giving them the eye. "Blueberry muffins." Roy smiled as he tried to keep back the laughter. Marth raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "What's so funny?"

"I never took you for the type to eat muffins for dinner."

"I never took you for the type to read novels."

Roy feigned shock and hurt. "Are you implying something?"

"Implying? Who's implying?" Marth asked and looked around, pretending to be confused.

"I believe you are."

"Then I believe that you believe wrong."

Roy brushed his lips against Marth's cheek and started walking. "I can live with that. Let's go get your muffins."

Marth simply blinked as he waited for his heart to restart. He wasn't sure he would be able to take this for much longer.

.:~:.

Marth sat by Roy on the couch, muffin and milk happily being digested in his stomach. Overall, it had been a productive day of doing nothing. After eating lunch, they had gone to the movies, went to get the muffins, played video games as the muffins sat unattended on the kitchen table, ate the muffins with some milk, and here they were, channel surfing.

All of a sudden, Roy shut off the small television, turned to Marth, and asked, "So what's been going on?"

Marth sighed and looked down. Guess it had to happen sooner or later. "Well, to put things bluntly, Ike and I had a fight."

"Over what?" It wasn't like Marth to get into fights, especially with Ike.

"Something stupid," Marth said. He crossed his arms and his leg started bouncing as he frowned in irritation.

This only made Roy more curious. Marth almost never fought, but he had, and with Ike to boot, plus the fact that it had been about 'something stupid?' There was something definitely wrong. "What was it?"

Marth's cheeks started turning red, although the frown stayed firmly in place. "He was unreasonably furious about me going out with you the other day. Whether he was mad at you or me, I don't know, but it was so extremely…imprudent and rude and…" Marth huffed in frustration, trying to restrain the urge to kick the small table in front of him. "I mean, who the hell does he think he is to have the right to believe that I somehow belong to him?!" He forced himself to calm down. He never cussed. Ever. When he started to, that's when he knew that he had to calm himself. He covered his face with a hand, trying to keep his emotions in check. "It was so irrationally and overwhelmingly stupid of him, to even say such nonsense," he ground out. "What else was I supposed to do? Sit there and take it?"

Roy gently moved the hand covering Marth's face away. He was surprised to find the beginnings of tears in the shining sapphire eyes. Roy closed his eyes and brought Marth's fingers to his lips. "Hell no."

Marth openly took the invitation, despite the unrefined way it was given, and leaned into Roy, accepting the comfort.

"Don't worry," Roy said. "I'm sure by now he's realized how irrationally he'd been acting."

Marth smiled slightly in thanks.

Roy tentatively brought his lips to Marth's, stopping a hair's breadth away. To his surprise, Marth impulsively closed the distance and even repositioned his body so that they could be closer. Roy couldn't help but deepen the kiss, pulling Marth against him. Marth couldn't help but think that this was a nice way to end the day.

.:~:.

The next day, though slightly awkward because of the kiss, went surprisingly normally. They both avoided the topic, but, of course, that didn't stop the discrete (and at times indiscrete) flirting from happening.

So, with the fight practically forgotten, the next next day (after classes and work), Marth was in a pretty good mood. There was that minor annoyance that was Link though. Danged blond wouldn't stop bugging him about whatever had happened over the weekend, which meant that Pit wouldn't stop with the insinuating jokes that came with it. Marth pretty much, finally, figured that it was okay to go along with the jokes as long as they knew what really happened – and what hadn't.

Marth lazily erased something on his paper and wiped off the bits to the side. He forgot that Link was sitting right in firing range on the floor, but Marth didn't really care. "Where's Ike? I haven't seen him all day."

"Said something about an essay," Link mumbled while attempting to glue one thing to some other thing.

"But he wasn't in the room," Marth answered, madly flipping through his notes to find the answer to the question. He was aware he was making a mess on Pit's bed, but hey, he'd clean the papers up later.

There was an awkward silence before Pit decided to speak up. "I think he's avoiding you."

"Avoiding me…?" Marth stopped rifling through his notes to look at Pit who was, instead of doing work, drawing a face on his eraser. "What makes you say that?"

"Er…" Pit started nervously pulling on a lock of his hair.

Marth slowly put down the papers and turned to fully face the brunet. "What?"

Link sighed, still struggling with the glue. "He was bound to find out eventually."

"Find out what?" Marth was starting to get irritated. They knew something he obviously didn't and weren't telling him, for whatever reason. They knew something important and weren't telling him.

Pit still refused to answer, nervously swinging his legs.

"Fine," Marth said, fed up. He haphazardly stuffed his papers back into his binder and books, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that he would be able to find them later, and threw them into his bag. "I'll just ask him myself." Before either Link or Pit could say anything more on the matter, he was out the door, shouldering his bag.

Marth was always one of the more action oriented people. When left on his own, and were he not relaxing, after sitting still for naught but a minute, he'd be up and running, doing anything and everything possible, from cleaning to arranging and rearranging the already arranged whatever happened to be arranged. He disliked having people do what he could do himself and, until he had learned at an early age that some things required more than one person, had set out to do everything on his own.

Even though he felt like he was barreling through everyone (despite his attempts to be polite), he did not slow down in his search for Ike. Although he did not know where to look first, his pace did not slow and eventually found himself going towards the library. Alright, he figured that would be as good a place to start as any, since that would be a place where Ike could keep his word about working on an essay and avoid Marth at the same time.

Marth quietly opened the door to the library, slowing himself down so that he would not create any unnecessary noise. He wandered around the numerous shelves for a while, waved hello to Samus (who had waved distractedly back at him before quickly going back to glaring at the book she was holding), actually thumbed through a book he thought he would need, and wandered a little more before spotting Ike. He was surrounded by many open books and loose papers, bent over a piece of paper furiously writing, scratching out what he wrote, writing, and scratching again.

Marth lightly plopped himself in the chair across from him. Without giving any warning, he said, "I doubt this is the best of times, but we need to talk."

Ike froze and visibly tensed when he heard his voice.

Marth didn't wait for a verbal response; he doubted he was going to get one any time soon. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"You're not mad anymore?" Ike muttered to his paper.

Marth frowned. "What you did was incredibly stupid, yes, but, no. I think I've regained my senses enough to have a civil conversation. Is that why?"

Ike shook his head, still staring at the paper, pen still poised over paper.

Confused, Marth asked, "Then why?"

Ike sighed, put down his pencil, and rubbed his eyes. "I don't trust myself."

Marth patiently and silently waited for an explanation. Ike didn't believe that he would understand that statement, did he?

"I don't think I'll be able to keep from arguing again." Ike finally explained.

"You seem to be doing a good job of it right now."

"Not really." There was a slight pause as Ike started playing with his pen. "So how was your weekend?"

Marth was starting to feel guilty about putting Ike through this. He was trying so hard to not do anything stupid and Marth was pretty much making it all the harder. "It was…" Pause. "Okay."

Ike lifted his head up curiously. "Just…okay? From what I heard you were practically beaming all day."

Marth blinked in shock. He had unknowingly given bait to Ike, and he had snapped it up, whether it was also unknowingly or not. "I wasn't aware I was beaming."

Ike shrugged. "I don't know if it's true or not. You know I was avoiding seeing you all day. I just heard from Zelda. It's just, you know, if it was true I would think that the weekend was more than 'okay.'"

Marth crossed his arms and frowned. "I thought I would just spare you from suffering the annoying details of it all."

"Hey, I was just asking how it was. I didn't want to be going off of assumptions here." Ike seemed to be restraining himself from something.

For a reason unknown to him, Marth was growing irritated. He never thought he'd be the one to lose his cool first, and it was a little frightening. He uncrossed his arms and nearly slammed his hands on the table as he stood. He barely reminded himself that they were in the library. "You want to know the truth? Fine. It was great."

Ike closed his eyes and crossed his arms and before he could stop himself he said, "What, the sex?"

It took a surprisingly long while for either of them to process exactly what Ike had said. It took Ike an even longer time to register the fact that Marth had punched him in the face and stormed off before he could react.

Ike didn't even bother to hold his quickly bruising cheek and eye as he stared at the empty chair before him. There was only one thought going through his numbed mind:

"Shit."