Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys
Year Two
-Eleven-
Disclaimer: Super Smash Brothers Melee is owned by Hal Laboratories/Nintendo. "I Can Walk on Water, I Can Fly" belongs to Basshunter.
It was a lovely day out; the temperature was a little on the high side (for Marth, anyway, who thought anything above sixty eight degrees was scolding hot), but the sun was shining, the clouds were scared away for the day, and the sky was as blue as the lakes of the Great Bay. Marth and Roy were taking advantage of such weather to sit at one of the picnic tables and have a semi-romantic picnic. Roy held a plate with a slice of cheesecake on it, cut into it with his fork, and held it in front of Marth.
"Who told you cheesecake was my favourite?" Marth asked before taking the offered bite of food. Roy shrugged.
"Peach made it once and you said something about it. I guess I just remembered."
Marth smiled and leaned over to kiss Roy on the mouth when a familiar blond in a green t-shirt and brown pants came meandering over.
"Hey, didja guys hear the news?" Link looked like a three year old in a candy store, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he bounced back and forth. Roy, disappointed at the interruption, placed a hand between his and Marth's mouths; Marth had stopped halfway there anyway and made it look like he was tying his shoe.
"Hear what?" Roy asked as he placed the dish on the table. The fork clattered against the fine china, but Link didn't seem to notice the noise. Roy wasn't too happy that Link just completely ruined whatever romantic mood there was, and from the looks Marth was shooting the blond, Roy could tell Marth wasn't too happy, either.
Link cleared his throat and performed a very uncoordinated drum roll.
"The puffballs are getting married."
Roy and Marth looked at each other and then to Link. To break the awkward tension between the blond and the bluenette, Roy shoved a piece of cheesecake into Marth's mouth.
"You're kidding," said Marth after swallowing the fluffy dessert.
Link shook his head. "But there's even better news than the stupid puffballs."
Roy poked Link in the arm with his butter knife. "Kirby's actually a pretty cool guy once you get to know him. Don't be hatin'."
Link blinked and then continued. "Anyway, about that other good news..."
"You're going to leave Roy and I alone so we can continue our date?"
Link laughed, his fist pounding the table to emphasise it.
"That's funny, Marth. But anyway, Zelda and I are dating."
It was a good thing Marth wasn't eating anything, otherwise, he would have choked on it.
"I always thought you were...you know...gay," Roy said at last.
There was silence except for Young Link running past, chasing after Ness with a Lip's Stick in hand.
"That was deep, Roy," Link said. Looking at the table and seeing the glass in front of him, Link dipped his fingers into it. (Marth made a note to not drink from that glass afterwards.) Drawing trails down his cheek, he said, "I'm crying, Roy. Crying emo tears."
Roy sipped soda from his glass and stared over the rim at Link, whose face was now dripping with Mountain Dew.
"Where did you get the impression that I was gay, anyway? I'm not in Band or anything..."
Marth glared at Link and crossed one leg over the other, his head leaning on his hand.
"Excuse me, Link, but cheerleading is pretty queer for a man to do," Marth retorted.
"Band is queerer, Princess; have you seen what people do with their clarinets?"
Marth shrugged. "Kelly - one of the clarinet players - has done nothing but play his, clean it every once in a while, and try to not smack people over the head with it. I play the flute." Marth didn't acknowledge the "princess" part of Link's statement.
Link snorted. "That's even gayer than cheerleading and clarinets. Then again, I never thought you were straight to begin with."
Oh, Link was so lucky Falchion was up in his room, for Marth would have stabbed Link repeatedly at that comment. Instead, Marth got up from the table, brushed past Link in the most un-princely manner, and went through the back doors of the mansion.
Link leant against the table and sighed in a frustrated manner, Roy staring out towards the horizon.
"Could you not be a complete ass to Marth for once, Link?"
Link grunted in a noncommitted sort of way. "He just makes me so mad..."
"No," Roy said, "you make him mad. You know Marth's still not comfortable about his sexuality. The fact that you used the oldest insult in the book and used stereotypes just...made it a not good situation."
Link snorted. "You knew I was kidding about the emo tears and stuff, right?"
"Yes," Roy said, stirring his Mountain Dew with his straw. "But you know how Marth is..."
"Serious," Link cut in. "He's too darn serious. I think he needs to get laid."
At that comment, Roy turned the colour of his hair, and Link caught it.
"...Gimme details," Link said, sitting down next to the red head. Roy scoffed.
"Details for what?"
Link smirked. "Oh you know what. Did he go slow or was it hot and fast paced?"
Roy looked away from Link, unable to look into his eyes.
"We're not there yet."
Link sighed. "You have Mr. Prude for a boyfriend, Roy. I don't think you'll ever get there."
Roy chuckled in a sarcastic sort of way.
"You should see him when we're alone. You wouldn't think that then."
With that, Roy got up from the table and went back inside to find his boyfriend.
-x-
"Marth?" Roy knew he was in the library somewhere, it was just a matter of finding his princely boyfriend. "Maaarth!"
After passing by row after row of shelves, he spotted Marth sitting at a table with a book in front of him. Walking up quietly behind him, Roy wrapped his arms around Marth's shoulders and kissed his cheek.
"Knew I should've gone elsewhere," Marth muttered as he closed the book with a muted thud. He attempted to stand from his seat, but Roy wouldn't let him; he instead rubbed his cheek against Marth's.
"Marthy," Roy whispered, "why are you mad at me?"
A sigh, and then, "I'm not. I heard what Link said after I left."
Oh crap, Roy thought, nuzzling into Marth's collar.
"...You think I'm a prude, don't you." It was not a question; Marth announced it as if it were fact.
Roy shook his head and nipped at Marth's neck. "No, I don't."
"It's all right if you do. I don't really care."
Roy pulled away from Marth and pulled up the chair behind him. Sitting down, Roy took Marth's hand and squeezed it.
"I don't think you're prudish and I know you care."
Marth sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes over the rims of his wire-framed glasses.
"Marth, really, I don't care if you don't like making out in public or if you'd rather not slam me against the lockers and screw me senseless. That shows that you think about other things we could do aside from getting all touchy-feely."
When he saw Marth's skeptical look, Roy added, "Marth, I'd rather we held hands and walked along the shoreline than you bend me over the picnic table, pull my pants down, and do me. Really. I love that about you. I don't care what Link calls it - I love it. Now stop looking at me like that."
Marth was looking at Roy with a weird look not because of how sincere Roy was, but because of the vulgarity and bluntness in the sincereness. Then again, Marth admired Roy for his eloquency.
The expression on Roy's face made Marth laugh a little, and he squeezed Roy's hand.
"I'm still in shock over Link and Zelda getting together, so I guess I acted not like myself back there. I've just been thinking about some things... They're clouding my mind, I guess."
Roy moved from the chair to Marth's lap, startling him slightly.
"Tell me about them," Roy said, moving a stray strand of hair out of Marth's face. "Maybe you'll feel better."
"Well... Zelda found out about my promise to you and said that I shouldn't feel obligated to do something like that."
At first, Roy didn't know what promise Marth was talking about, but then it hit him. End of exams. He passed all of his exams with A's. Marth promised to, in not so flowery speech, make him his.
Oh, so that's why Marth gave me that look when I talked about him bending me over a table and screwing me.
"...and so I've felt guilty for not just doing the damn deed like I promised..." Marth continued, unaware of Roy being lost in his thoughts.
"Marth," Roy said, "you don't have to keep that promise if it makes you feel uncomfortable. It's not like it's important."
There was a stagnant silence between them as Roy twirled a lock of Marth's hair around his finger - he needed a hair cut.
"...Do you want it?"
Roy had wished Marth didn't ask such a question, if for nothing more than the images it brought to mind. Roy had fantasised about Marth, of course, and here Marth was, telling him that those fantasies could become reality if he said one little word. The images in his head made Roy's face feel warm.
"Want what?" Roy asked stupidly, staring at Marth with what he hoped was a blank look.
In a somewhat-serious tone, Marth said, "Sex. Do you want it?"
Before Roy realised what he was doing, he kissed Marth so fiercely that his breath was taken away.\
That was all Marth needed.
-x-
"M-Marth..."
His name was a whisper in his ear as Roy's fingers dug into his back, his knees bent as Marth moved in between them to a rhythm only they knew. Roy mewled as Marth's lips sought for his neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake. Roy's grip on Marth's forearm was tight, his head reeling from such intense bliss. Roy gasped suddenly, his body tensing, and then he realised he couldn't see anything but the ceiling.
"Maaaarth!"
Roy had never felt like this before, like he was high above the clouds and there was no going down, that it was just him and Marth and no one else in the universe existed at that moment. It just felt so good, like all the pain in the universe simply didn't exist anymore, that it was nothing but pleasure and bliss and...
Then, just as he came down from his high, Marth fell next to him on the bed in a sweaty heap as he tried to catch his breath. Roy shivered from the sudden change in temperature and snuggled close to Marth, though he winced when he moved.
"L-Let's do that again some...time," Roy said, half whispering as the world crashed down all around him.
"It wasn't that great," Marth replied, pulling the covers over themselves. "I mean, I guess for the first time it was, anyway."
Roy yawned. "Says the guy who's had it before."
"This is true," Marth said into Roy's hair as his boyfriend curled against him. "I guess you enjoyed it."
Roy didn't answer, for he fell asleep against the sweat-soaked pillow, oblivious to anything else in the world except the man beside him.
-x-
"Y'know, it'd be nice if you sat down and ate your breakfast," Link remarked as Roy ate by the kitchen counter, being careful as to not lean against it with his rear.
"I'm fine with standing. We have to leave for school in a few minutes, anyway. And why the hell is Marth taking so long?"
As Link scooped more Fruit Loops into his mouth, Marth entered the kitchen looking happier than ever. Walking over to the cupboard to get a bowl, he gave Roy a kiss on the cheek, walked past him, and retrieved the milk from the fridge.
"I still don't see how you can eat cereal dry," Marth said as he sat down on his chair, pouring milk into the bowl and reaching for the cereal box.
"Well you look cheerful today," Link remarked, his mouth full of the artificially flavoured breakfast food. "Did you sleep well for the first time since Mario moved to the other end of the hall? 'Cause I sure did. His snoring was driving me crazy."
Marth hadn't noticed that Mario was moved, or that Mario even snored. If anything, it was Mario's roommate - whoever that was - who snored incessantly and quite loudly. He even remembered Roy getting up one time in the middle of the night a while ago and throwing something at him.
"I didn't notice anything," Roy piped in, drinking his tea. "Then again, I was as dead as a log last night, so I probably wouldn't."
Marth ate his cereal silently, avoiding Link's gaze, which had questions etched in them, questions Marth did not wish to answer right then, especially since Peach had just walked in.
"Morning, boys," Peach said as she grabbed her apron off the hook by the door, placed it around her neck, and tied the back part around her waist.
"Morning, Peach," they replied in unison, though Link was barely understandable from the food shoved in his mouth, so it sounded more like, "Mmphin, Feef."
"You look uncomfortable today, Roy," Peach noted, heating up the stove.
Not wanting to seem suspicious, Roy said, "I just slept kind of funny, so I'm a bit stiff."
Link wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and got up from the table quite abruptly, the chair nearly falling backwards onto the floor.
"Oh shit I totally forgot we have the State Bio thingy today and oh Din I don't remember anything I learned in Bio and crap I'm screwed and..."
As Link began rummaging through his bag for the Biology notebook he barely used, Roy finished his tea and toast and placed his dishes in the sink.
"Where's your blazer, Roy?" Marth asked, pushing his chair back enough for him to get out. He picked up his dirtied dishes and put them into the sink on top of Roy's, staring at his boyfriend. "Master Hand will get his fingers all disjointed if you don't wear it."
Roy gave him an "are-you-crazy?" look and pointed to the outdoor thermostat located on the window sill.
"It says it's seventy nine degrees out, and if the Weather Channel is right, it's supposed to hit ninety today. Which is going to totally suck because we're going to be in the gym the whole morning, Link's probably going to stab himself with his pencil, and I'm going to be sweating like hell. I'd rather not wear it."
Sighing and shaking his head, Marth walked over to his chair and pushed it in, nearly tripping over Link's body, which was on the floor searching for something he probably dropped.
"They said you had to be there when?" Marth inquired, picking up his book bag and sliding the strap onto his shoulder.
"By eight fifteen," Roy replied, crossing his arms as Marth handed him his blazer. "And I said I'm not wearing it."
Shoving it into Roy's arms, Marth replied, "At least bring it so I don't have to forge another signature for your out of uniform slips."
Giving Marth a confused look, Marth amended his sentence. "Right. Link's out of uniform slips."
"It's not my--OW!--fault that I think ties are miniature nooses created by some sadistic pig," Link said, emerging from underneath the table, his fingers rubbing the spot where his head collided with the table edge.
"Then wear it around your head as a bandana or something," Marth replied. "I don't really care how you wear it or where it's located - Master Hand is strict about it and I'm tired of trying to learn everyone's signatures."
Opening the door, Roy joked, "Just remember that my father makes a really loopy and big 'P' for 'Pherae', mkay?"
Link got up and brushed himself off, his bag and its contents in his hands and mouth. Quickly dumping everything back whence it came, Link remarked, "Just come up with an imaginary person for me - the Great Deku Tree lacked arms, so he couldn't write or sign anything. Though I suppose Zellie could sign for me..."
Realising that Marth and Roy had left without him, he tripped out the door and ran after them, hoping they didn't get too far ahead. Then again, Link also forgot that Marth and Roy were Melee Academy's best runners, and Link would have no chance to catch up if they did a marathon run.
-x-
"How the hell am I supposed to sit through eight periods of boringness when my ass hurts?" Roy complained as Marth reorganised their locker.
"Dunno," Marth replied, pen in between his teeth and glasses perched on top of his head, just in front of his tiara. "Why is some of Link's stuff in here?...I warned you that it would hurt, though, so don't bitch at me. And I hope Link doesn't wonder why he's failing half of his classes - his homework's in our locker!"
Roy mock-gasped at the swear word and needed the flimsy locker door to keep upright.
"Prince Marth Lowell, your mouth is simply atrocious."
Marth stopped what he was doing to look at Roy with a "don't push me" look.
"It's not a swear word if you use it as a verb," Marth retorted. "The verb form of 'bitch' means 'to complain in an annoying manner'."
Smirking with his arms crossed and his side against the adjacent locker, Roy said, "And what's the verb form of 'bitch' in Altean?"
Roy had a new favourite word that he couldn't wait to share with everyone else.
-x-
"Heeeey, Link," Roy said as he sidled up to the blond teen. "How's life?"
Link, who had borrowed Roy's Biology notes, said, "I think I'm going to kill myself."
Roy gave Link a weird look and then shrugged, figuring that it was normal for Link to say such a thing.
"Got anything to ana about?"
Peering over the top of the olive green-coloured notebook, Link shot him a look of confusion.
"'Scuse me?"
"That's not how you pronounce it," Marth butt in, slightly out of breath. "Knew I'd find you here," he said when Roy gave him a look.
"Well then how does one pronounce it?" Roy asked. "It's the same thing in Sacaean."
"First off, you're missing a few letters. Second of all, Altean and Sacaean are similar, like Dutch and German. Third, you sound like one of those anime fans who sprinkle their sentences with words like kawaii, and call themselves otaku."
Link dropped the notebook and nearly cried. "I'll never remember any of this crap! I'm going to end up in remediation Science or something! I'm doomed! Doomed!"
"...You didn't the announcement?" Roy asked, poking the spazzing blond in the arm. "The Bio Assessment thing is cancelled. They'll just use our Bio exams instead."
Link dropped to his knees, arms outstretched above his head. "The Three Goddesses do love me!"
Roy and Marth stared at Link for a few seconds before returning to their previous conversation.
"Anyway, how does one pronounce it?"
Taking a deep breath and looking around for any witnesses (other than Link, but he had his own problems to worry about), he repeated it.
"Amaretare? Do you realise how long that word is? Is there slang or anything for it?"
"Don't roll the 'r's, Roy, this isn't Pheraean we're speaking," Marth corrected whilst watching Link mutter things in Hylian.
"Mo ichi do onegaishimasu," Roy said, asking for Marth to repeat himself.
"First we go from English to Altean to Japanese." Marth inhaled and exhaled very slowly.
"Ah-mah-reh-tah-reh."
And so, after three tries, Roy finally got the hang of it.
"Next you'll have to teach me some dirty words."
Scoffing, the prince said, "In your dreams."
The bell rang on that note and trio walked together towards their next class.
-x-
"Turn your books to page three hundred forty seven, and you there, in the back! Stop giving me dirty looks or I swear I'll use Black Magic to throw you out the window," Mr. Dragmire said, wandering over to the chalkboard. "Chapter eleven," he said as he wrote, "the wonderful land of Elibe."
Roy often wondered why he had to learn history, anyway, especially his own. If he wanted to know something, he could just ask his father.
"First, we'll learn all about the continent. In the past, there were towns here and there along the place. This was before the countries were formed. A war broke out, and the countries were founded by the heroes."
Roy knew all of this already - when he studied in Ostia, he was required to learn about Elibe's history. That and the fact that he lived in Lycia, which was rich with historical things, counted towards his knowledge.
"There are seven countries: Ilia, Sacae, Bern, Etruria, Lycia, Nabata, and the Western Isles. Each was founded by one of the Eight Legends. Sir Barigan founded Ilia, Hanon founded Sacae and their Kutolah tribe, Hartmut founded Bern, Elimine founded Etruria, Nabata was founded by Archsage Athos, and Durbans founded the Western Isles. ...I don't think I'm missing anyone, am I?"
Oh if his father were here, he would have freaked.
"Mr. Dragmire?" Roy asked as he raised his hand. "You forgot Roland. He founded Lycia. And Brammimond didn't found a country."
Mr. Dragmire glared at Roy for a brief second before saying, "Yes, whatever."
"Well, I think Roland is quite important, seeing as he founded my home country and my family's descended from him... And he fought in the Scouring, thus saving the world from Dragons."
Ganondorf threw down his book and glared some more.
"Why don't you teach my class then, Mr. Pherae?"
Roy grinned sheepishly. "Uh...no thanks."
"I'm not offended in the least, Mr. Pherae. Go on. Clearly you're an expert."
Well, Roy was from Lycia, therefore it would be retarded for him to not know all about the legends and how the countries came into being.
-x-
"Mr. Lowell, please tell me what you think the meaning of Mr. Antolini's quote in chapter twenty four is." Mr. M. Mario held The Catcher in the Rye open on his desk with his hand, for lack of a good paperweight on his desk.
"Err..." Despite the fact that Marth was the crown prince of Altea, he was not good at speaking in front of people. Public speaking was an evil that he had yet to conquer, and accepted the fact that he probably never would get over it. What made the whole thing worse was the fact that Marth felt uncomfortable when he wasn't talking.
"Well, I think it means that...well...Holden's got a lot of growing up to do. He thinks that school is unimportant in his life, and he's wasting his time on trivialities instead of finding something worth while. That's...that's what I think, sir."
Mario stroked his moustache as he mulled Marth's words over in his head, nodding every now and then.
"That sounds very reasonable, Marth. It makes sense. Do you think that he could potentially end up dying for a cause he thinks is noble, but in reality it really isn't? Is that what you're saying?"
It took Marth thirty seconds to understand what Mario said, for Marth - though he had him for a full two years now - could not comprehend the thick Italian accent Mario possessed.
"...I...I guess so."
Mario jumped off of his desk (which was almost as tall as him) and walked over to the chalkboard.
"Do you wish to pursue a career in psychology, Marth?"
Psychology? Marth knew about as much about psychology as he did about how to milk a cow - that is to say, jack all. As a royal, Marth needed to be able to "read" people, to pick up subtleties others could not see or hear. He didn't think psychology had anything to do with it.
"N-No, sir. Not that I know of."
The rest of the class (whatever part wasn't asleep, anyway) snickered, and Marth wished he could carry around one of those cloaking devices. Alas, it wasn't his week to do inventory in the Stadium, and the Hands would probably kill him for "stealing" one. That and they wore off after a while, and how would he explain suddenly appearing in a class he was marked absent in thirty minutes ago?
"Perhaps you should consider it." And with that, Mario continued on with the lesson.
Marth did not want to know what went on in other people's heads. What went through his own was scary enough - he didn't need to know about someone else's psychological problems.
A knock resounded on the door, and a custodian entered, dripping water onto the floor with a split plunger shaft in his hand.
"Mario, we need your assistance. Major cloggage in the bathroom on this floor."
Mario grunted, not liking the fact that his lesson was interrupted.
"Get Luigi to handle it."
The custodian chuckled. "Actually, he said for you to handle it. And since you're on this floor..."
Letting out a sigh of reluctance, Mario walked through the doorway. "Watch my class for me. They're to read the next two chapters."
And so the custodian sat down in Mario's desk chair, kicked his feet up, and basically ignored Mario's simple request. Marth, being the avid reader he was, reread the whole book once more; it was his eighth time reading it now.
I wonder what Roy's doing, Marth thought as he turned the page. I heard Ganondorf mutter something about Elibe today.
-x-
Link tried very hard to pay attention to Sheik's lesson on Hylian verb conjugations, but it just wasn't working. The class was such an easy A for Link that he often ceased paying attention after five minutes. So he took out his Nintenpod, placed the ear bud in his ear, and switched on some techno music.
I will never be afraid again,
I will keep on fighting till the end.
I can walk on water, I can fly,
I will keep on fighting till I die.
It was Link's new favourite song of the week. Link had a strange love for techno music, and no one, not even himself, could figure out why. Most of the time, he blamed it on Roy's strange taste in music - the kid had techno, German metal, pop, J-Pop, rock, punk, and boybands all on one playlist - because that was where he usually got things from. After all, it couldn't have come from Marth, who stuck to The Who and Led Zeppelin, though Link caught Marth listening to Roy's Swedish techno music - the music Link was listening to at that moment - once or twice.
It was a good thing Sheik was also Zelda. She let him get away with too much.
-x-
"Why the hell do I have to spend my study hall looking up dead monarchs? Honestly? I don't give a damn about old Talisian kings..."
Marth slowly scoured the bookshelves in the World History section of the library, reading glasses positioned on the middle of his nose as his fingers brushed against each and every book spine.
"And who the hell assigns projects in May? School's almost over, for crying out loud..." He grit his teeth and bit his tongue, ignoring the strange sensation he often got when he stopped talking.
It wasn't unusual to find Marth talking to himself in a library. The whole school knew about the prince and his strange habits, though the freshmen still gave him weird looks every now and then, mostly when Marth would mutter about various school projects he had to do research for, or whole paragraphs in Altean that they had no clue as to what their meaning was. Most people knew Marth had "word vomit", that is, Marth just couldn't shut up.
Pulling a book from its place, he perched it against his forearm, the bottom of it in the crook of it as he flipped through the pages. He could pass for a scholar who handled ancient texts with the way he treated every book - that is to say, he treated everything as if the pages would suddenly crumble away into nothingness. Closing it with a slam, he moved down the aisle with the book under his arm in search of more.
"Miss Zelda Harkinian, please report to Doctor Mario's office. Miss Zelda Harkinian, please report to Doctor Mario's office. Thank you," the voice on the intercom said, breaking Marth's concentration. He nearly dropped the small pile of books he was carrying in his arms, startled.
"Well, I guess this is all..." Marth said, skimming the shelves for other interesting books. A book entitled 'The Scouring: The Full History of Man vs. Dragons" caught his eye, and he paused in front of it.
"Huh," Marth said, "I guess I'm not the only one who's had to fight a Dragon." He removed the book from the shelf, placed it in the almost-too-large pile currently in his arms, and walked towards the check-out queue.
There were two other people in front of him, each with piles that were almost half the size of Marth's locker.
Crap, Marth thought. Why do the nerds always have to take out a million books? Why can't they just choose a few?
Marth couldn't talk, however; there were at least fifteen books in his arms. Fifteen thick and heavy-set books.
He was lucky he regularly Fenced, otherwise his arms would have probably given out from the weight.
-x-
"So Link, were you faking or did you really pass out?" Roy asked as he and Link walked up the stairs to the second floor new building.
Link smiled sheepishly, his fingers playing with his hair.
"Oh Elimine," Roy said, pointing at the blond's hair entangled around his fingers, "you're becoming like Marth."
Link blinked, shifting his English books so they wouldn't fall from his arm. "I am?"
Roy nodded, a smirk on his face. "Marth does that when he gets bored or flustered."
Link ripped his hands from his hair immediately; Marth and Link still didn't apologise to each other after the huge blow up about the weekend.
"You know, if you want me to talk to Marth for you...," Roy offered, opening the door that led to the floor above.
Link shook his head. "No, that's okay. But thanks."
They walked up the stairs, their footfalls reverberating off the walls of the empty stairwell.
"'Cause I mean, you know... I don't want this rift in the friendship," Roy continued, opening the door to the third floor new building. "That's the last thing I'd need."
They walked through the doorway and turned right to the Chorus room, the outer door already open for them. Opening the inner door, they left their stuff on the nearest desk and exited the room to go to the cafeteria.
-x-
"It wouldn't've killed you to wait or anything," Link said sarcastically, his plate of food balanced in his hand as he picked his belongings up off the desk. "But that'd be too considerate for the peasant."
Marth said nothing as he unceremoniously sat down in his seat, unwrapping the tin foil from his "spicy chicken parm sandwich", which had a heap of barbecue sauce on the inside of the bun.
"Will you just shut up, Link? Your social class has nothing to do with your tasteless comments."
"Oh, right, I'm sure that's what you tell the people of Altea who come to you in rags and wonder why their taxes are reaping their hard-earned money."
Marth clenched his jaw and the door closed and Roy stood there, tray filled with various kinds of food.
"What'd I miss?"
Shooting a glare at Marth, Link said, "Tell your boyfriend that I hate his guts and wish he'd fall on his sword."
Roy shot a look at Link that said, "If you had just listened to me..."
"Tell him yourself, Link. You probably started it."
"Oh, so now you're taking his side?
Roy placed his lunch down on the seat next to Marth. "I'm not taking anyone's side because you're both acting like you're in second grade."
"If I were in second grade, I wouldn't be seeing Marth. One, he's older than me, and two, he was probably given the best private tutors to give him an education. I got nothing."
Roy sighed, moved his stuff so it was on the desk, and sat down to eat.
Roy was taken off guard when Marth kissed him on the mouth - something he usually didn't do in public - with such an intensity Roy only knew when they were alone.
Marth was trying to prove a point, Roy knew. That he wasn't a prude, that he wasn't stuck up.
-x-
"Marth, you don't have to prove anything to him!" Roy yelled as Marth pulled him to the bathroom. "Maaaaarth!"
Marth pushed Roy against the tiled wall and kissed him hard, his hands pulling Roy's shirt out of his pants.
"Marth, will you listen to me?" Roy said when Marth broke the kiss and instead focused on Roy's neck. "Marth! You don't have to prove to Link anything!" It didn't deter Marth any, in fact, it made it worse. Marth nipped at Roy's collar bone, his hand roaming underneath Roy's shirt, his other hand undid Roy's belt.
"Stop!"
Marth stumbled back and blinked, his hand caressing his reddening cheek.
"Now that I have your attention," Roy said, rubbing his hand, which stung from it colliding with Marth's face, "I need to talk to you."
"Roy, wait a second."
Roy's face relaxed when Marth placed his hands on his shoulders.
"I'm being stupid," Marth said, bringing his one hand up to cup Roy's face. "I...I'm sorry. I guess I..." He sighed, frustrated at his inability to just come out and say what he felt.
Roy touched the red mark on Marth's face and replied, "You were stupid. That's why I had to make you come to your senses... I wish I could've done it in a better way, but..."
"I wasn't listening, was I."
Roy shook his head. "No, you weren't."
A minute passed, the sounds of students could no longer be heard outside the bathroom.
"I'll go talk to Link when we get home, all right?" Marth kissed Roy's forehead.
"Good," Roy replied. "You need to talk with him."
Marth gawked at Roy for a second.
"...I didn't realise I had gotten that far," Marth remarked, gesturing to Roy's undone pants.
"You didn't realise a lot of things," Roy replied, redoing his pants and his belt. "Like the fact that you almost... Well anyway, we should be going."
Marth shook his head. "Not like that you won't. People might think we were doing something in here." His tone was full of disapproval.
Roy shrugged. "Who cares, Marth? I'll just tell them it was the best fuck ever and they don't know what they're missing."
Marth sighed, his shoulders slumping, as he looked at Roy with a "you're hopeless" look.
"Hey, if I can make people jealous because I have an awesome boyfriend and that they don't..." Roy grinned as he tucked his shirt in a bit.
Marth smiled as he led Roy out of the bathroom by the shoulders.
"As always, we're the last ones to leave," a voice said. Marth and Roy looked in the direction the voice came from and recognised the person at once.
"Link." Marth's eyes narrowed as Link pushed off from the wall.
"Oh come now, Marth, our argument was stupid. I admit it."
"Good," was all Marth said.
"...Is that a sign of forgiveness?" Link asked, his voice hopeful.
As they neared Link, Marth shrugged. "Yes, I guess it is. You know I can't stay mad at you for long."
Link grinned widely. "I know. I'm just that neat."
And so they left the building as if no altercations had ever come between them.
Well, that was until the next time, anyway.