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He walked up to Roy, and Marth banged the cuffs against the pole. "Leave him alone!"

"Listen to the prince trying to protect his princess. How sweet." Other than that, he ignored Marth and continued to walk towards Roy. He smacked him across the face, and Roy tried his hardest not to grunt. "What's this? Playing tough for your boyfriend?" He punched him in the jaw.

"Stop it!" Marth cried, trying to break free from the cuffs. "Why hurt him when you know that you'll get no satisfaction from it?"

The man finally stopped, turning to the bluenette. "What are you talking about?"

"Hurting Roy won't get your money any faster. So why do you do it?"

"I hurt him because it's fun, but it's even more fun to watch him squirm." He started to walk towards Marth, and he instantly regretted opening his mouth.

He paled. "What…What are you going to do?"

"You see that bed over there? It was put there for your little buddy, but I might just use it to see how fun you are."

"Marth has nothing to do with this! It's about you and my father! Leave him alone!"

"Shut him up!"

The other two men held the redhead down, proceeding to tie him back up to his chair while the leader worked to unlock Marth's cuffs.

"Let's have some fun, shall we Lowell?" The man grabbed Marth's slender wrist, whispering into his ear.

"Marth, no!"

The bluenette looked at Roy, watching him struggle against the ropes with all his might. His heart shattered. "What are you planning on doing to me?" He tried to hold in a gasp when he was shoved onto the mattress.

"You're a celebrity's kid and you're handsome. That's how you get money."

"You…you wouldn't!"

"You can and you will! Rope now!"

"Wait, stop!" This was the first time that Marth had resisted the man. He tried to get off the bed, but the adult straddled him, pinning him down. "Get off of me!"

The two men with him came back with four short pieces of rope and cloth. The bluenette looked back at his boyfriend, who was still struggling to loosen his ropes.

They met eyes and time seemed to freeze, at least Roy certainly did. He'd never seen Marth more terrified in his life. His eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears as he struggled against the ropes that the man was using to bind him. Roy watched Marth's chest rapidly move up and down with his frantic breath. "Marth…Marth, it's going to be okay!"

"And how do you know that?"

"Keisatsu wa sugu ni koko ni iru hazudesu (The police should be here soon)," Marth muttered, looking at Roy. "Tsuyoku ikiro (Stay strong)."

"And what does that mean?" Marth felt the man's breath down his neck and he squirmed. "Well?" He looked at Roy. "Neither one of you are speaking now? Gag Elroy. If he won't offer useful information, then he's lost his ability to speak."

The leader had just finished tying off Marth's ankles when one man gagged Roy. "No…You won't get away with this! I swear!"

"Now where's all this fire from? Are you trying to protect your little boyfriend? You should worry about yourself, loverboy. Unless you don't mind me roughing you up."

Roy growled, pulling against the rope that tied him to the chair. It was then Marth noticed that he was tied up differently. The only thing connecting him to his chair was the rope around his torso. He's ready for a quick escape. C'mon…where are the police?

"How cute. You care about each other. Well, feast your eyes, Elroy. Your boyfriend is my toy for now." With that, he stooped over and tied the cloth around Marth's head, blindfolding him. The teen flinched. "One of you can't see and the other can't speak. How will you communicate now?"

Marth felt the man grab the top of his jeans and froze, trying to kick the man. "Don't touch me there!"

He felt the tears prick his eyes. He heard Roy scream through his gag, and he knew he was powerless. He felt the man lean over, running his fingers up and down his stomach before placing his hands under the teen's shirt. "Lean muscles, Mr. Lowell? Who knew?"

The man's curious fingers made his way to Marth's face and the bluenette flinched at the calloused touch. He traced Marth's lips and Roy growled once more. "Settle down there. I only want to play with him. He's so unresponsive though." He moved his hips and Marth had couldn't help but gasp. "I see that got your attention." He moved his hands back down, but footsteps interrupted him.

"Smashville Police! Release the hostages and come meet us with your hands up!"

"Damn! Who called the police?! Who broke our agreement?!"

Marth chuckled. "You said if Mr. Eliwood called the police, you'd kill Roy. But he didn't, I did."

"Damn you, Lowell!"

"What do we do, Boss?"

"Marth was never our hostage. The police can have him for all I care. Elroy's ready though. Untie him from the chair and let's go."

Marth felt the weight from his waist disappear and he started to panic. "Wait! You can't take him!"

"Mmrth!"

"Roy? Roy!"

"Marth? Is that you?"

That voice! "Mr. Gawain?!"

"Hold on, Marth! I'm coming!"

Marth hadn't felt this relieved in his entire life. He heard a pair of steps run up to him and he saw someone kneel beside him in the sliver of light coming from under the blindfold. "Marth? Did those men do this to you?"

He blinked when the blindfold was removed and he finally saw his condition. His shirt was halfway up his torso, exposing the bottom part of his abs and his jeans were unzipped. His hair was disheveled; a few strands tickled his nose and cheek.

"Are you alright? Did they…"

"No, they didn't. You arrived just in time."

"Well, that's good. Let's get you untied."

There was a brief silence as Gawain untied the teen's wrist and ankles. When he was finished, Marth rubbed his wrist before looking around. "Is something the matter, Marth?"

"They took Roy. They took him and I don't know where he is." He felt his eyes prick, but he tries his hardest not to cry in front of Gawain.

However, the brown-haired man wrapped his huge arms around the teen, practically swallowing Marth whole. "Other police officers are going after those men. They'll find Roy. You need to go back to the car."

"But-"

"No buts, Marth. Ike is waiting for you up front. He's armed, so you should be safe with him."

"...Alright." He watched Gawain run off before he made his way to the front. "Ike?"

"Marth! Thank goodness!" Ike wasn't one to show affection, but he hugged the sophomore with a tight squeeze. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"I do. I just hope my plan worked."

"That's all up to my father and the other officers. For now, let's go to the car. It's safest there."

"Okay." Be safe, Roy. We'll see each other again soon.


"Let go of me!" In the midst of his struggles, Roy managed to get his gag off.

"Shut up, kid! Your dad hasn't paid his fine, so you're still mine."

"You'll get caught by the police anyway. If you leave me then they might lighten your sentence."

"Shut up!" He slapped Roy across the face and he let out a cry.

"Child abuse won't make that sentence any easier. Now, release the child and put your hands up."

Roy gasped at the voice but didn't cry out. He knew better. He did cry out, however, when he felt something cold against his temple.

"Drop the gun!"

"Drop yours or I'll shoot!"

"You wouldn't! You want my father's money!" Neither the blue-haired officer or the man said anything. "So go ahead and shoot me if you want to lose that."

"I don't care about money when my life is on the line." He put his finger on the trigger. "Any last words?"

"Yeah, you have a life sentence waiting for you." Roy felt himself fall into someone else's arms. He looked at his captor, who was being handcuffed and taken away. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he, Roy?" He untied the boy's wrist and ankles with ease.

The redhead nodded before burying his face in the man's chest. "Uncle Hector…I was so scared."

"You were actually very brave, Roy. If you hadn't made him hesitate, I can't say that my men would've apprehended him in time." He hugged the teen back, lifting the small boy with ease. "The boy you were with is safe. It's time for us to go home."


"Marth?"

"Roy! Thank goodness you're alright! I was so nervous!" The two embraced; Marth stroking the teen's hair. "It's alright now. We're safe. It's okay."

"I hate to interrupt this, lovebirds, but I'm cold. Can we go home now?" The two younger teens blushed before looking at the athlete.

"Ike!" His father flicked him in the back of the head and Ike chuckled.

"Lovebirds?" Hector asked, slinging his arm around his blushing godson. "This boy is your boyfriend?"

"Uncle Hector, please."

He let out another hearty laugh. "I'm teasing. Good for you. But Little Greil is right. We should head home. I'm sure Eliwood is worried sick."

"And I'm sure Cornelius is too."

With that, the two got in the car. It was a quiet ride, two small chats going on between the adults and teens. Marth chuckled at something Ike had said before he felt an added weight on his shoulder. He looked to his left to see that Roy had fallen asleep with his head on Marth's shoulder. "So Marth…is he a keeper?"

"What do you mean?"

"One of the first people to appreciate you for who you are, not your name. So I'll ask again. Yes or no?"

Marth smiled at his sleeping face. "He's special, Ike…and he means a lot to me. So yeah, I think I'm willing to put up with him for a while." He kissed the teen's hair. "He's safe with me. And that's all that matters."


And that's that. It's over! And you know me, I already have a Marth × Ike ready to update (it will go up a few minutes after this one).

I hope you guys enjoyed and look out for more.

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