I shall say it here and now.

I am a perv. Thus, why there is so much porn. If you want fluff, give me an idea. Sex is easier to make up. Okay?

This is also a pseudo-sequel to Chapter 2. You may want to re-read it, just in case.

"Bacon?" Ike scoffed as Marth lifted the lid to the breakfast meal he'd brought him. "You got me bacon?"

Marth huffed, trying his best not to scowl as he sat back in the cushioned chair, looking around the hospital ward warily. "Well, it isn't my fault. Everyone is indulging in the fact of you not being there to take all of the chicken, so there isn't any left by the time I get together your breakfast, sorry."

The mercenary frowned at the plate, eyeing the scrambled egg and sausage viciously. Eventually, or rather after a slap by Marth, Ike shrugged, muttering a low 'Good enough'.

"You know, I could just leave you here to be bored and starve. I'm just glad you aren't feeding on liquids from a tube to your stomach anymore." He wiped at Ike's mouth like a mother as a stream of baked bean sauce dribbled down his chin. "And don't eat so fast, you're not helping yourself heal."

Ike swallowed the food roughly, giving a brief grimace of pain as it travelled downward. "Well, I would be healed if you'd let me out of this bed. I want to be out there smashing and slicing like I always do."

"You've got to give your organs a chance to heal."

"Organs-schmorgans. I get really lonely when you aren't here…" Ike extended a hand to stroke Marth's cheek affectionately, sighing to himself. "Thanks for that by the way."

"What are boyfriends for?" He leaned forward and met his lips with Ike's, fingers resting upon one thigh.

Each male could feel the sexual tension the other held, the air growing thick with the awkward need. Marth could somehow tell that Ike felt it too and expected him to-

"So…have you done it yourself while I'm here?"

There he goes.

The prince raised a hand to his temples and rubbed hard, remaining to lean forward with an elbow resting on an arm of the chair. Only Ike could ask the most inappropriate questions at the most inappropriate time.

"Define 'done it'?"

The injured mercenary grinned, raising his arms to rest them behind his head. Marth immediately regretted asking the questions as a Chansey walked in and passed them, straightening the sheets of the other beds.

"What I mean is, obviously, jerking off using your hands to rub your-"

"Ike!"

"-and, more importantly, using that tight little hole of yours. You wouldn't want it to stop being used and shrivel back up so that it hurts again, would you?" On the break of the last question, the mercenary's tone turned serious, his piercing eyes gazing at the prince with a knowing glow.

"Well…it hurts most of time anyway…" His face began to flush with red, eyes darting about to look at something, anything, to stop the awkwardness he was feeling. Looking to left of him, his eyes met those of the nurse Chansey, who seemed completely oblivious to the nature of their not-so-quiet conversation.

Maybe Pokemon were a lot stupider then he thought.

"…But…umm, I guess I have been thinking of you and using 'down there'." The end of his sentence was in a near whisper, Ike having to lean closer to hear.

"Really? Aw, c'mere you."

Ike grabbed Marth's shoulder and hauled him out of his seat and onto the bed messily, the prince's head hitting his bandaged torso.

"Urgh! Oh…Oh God…Aaaah…" Ike leaned over, his arms covering the near-fatal wound as the prince sat up.

"Oh…Oh goodness Ike, I'm so sorry…" Marth sat on his knees, straddling Ike's thighs. He raised a hand to stroke the Crimean's arm as a momentary distraction from the pain. "Well, I guess that is what you get for pulling me over like that. Why did you anyway?"

Ike lifted his head, opening a tear-blurred eye to look at the prince. "I…I just wanted to….hug you, that's all." He closed the eye again, and leaned back, breathing deeply and murmuring empty curses under his breath.

Marth couldn't help to smile, looking down at the ground with his blush still present.

He laughed under his breath. "You're such a big softy."

After the stabbing pain in Ike's stomach had died down into a dull ache, Marth decided to inch himself a little closer to the mercenary and rest his head on his shoulder, back arching over so that his body was not touching the sensitive wound.

"You know what I miss most?" Ike asked with a smirk, fingers deftly travelling downward from where he held Marth's lower back to his curved bottom. "Being stuck in hospital with you constantly teasing me by bending over and picking things up from the floor-"

"What do you mean?! You dropped them!" Marth lifted his head and frowned at Ike, eyes narrowing.

"Well, I do need some material to jerk off to. Who better then my cute, blushing, panting, needy and not to mention lonely Prince Marth?"

Marth's jaw gaped. How dare he share his dirty inner masturbation fantasies.

"You imagined me masturbating?!"

"Well, yeah. I never thought you actually did though." Ike looked down at his prince and kissed forehead, grinning to himself. "Nice to know you care about me enough to touch yourself."

"Don't get too flattered."

Marth shifted and abruptly gasped, strangely encouraging the sexual motions Ike's fingers began to make around his anal hole.

"Umm…Marth?"

"Mm?"

"I'm not one to refuse when you are asking for sex, but...isn't this the time when you blankly refuse and complain about me 'always wanting sex.'?"

The Altean frowned, motioning his back in order to continue rubbing Ike's stationary fingers. "Oh, come on. I haven't had sex with you in almost a month. I'd do anything to have you in me right now."

"Well, if you put it that way…" He looked about the empty ward, noting the one open curtain and closed doors. "I guess I don't have to repress the need any longer."

Not even a breath was drawn before the lips clashed together in an affectionate, yet desperate show of need. Teeth clashed, saliva spilled, tongues swirled all in the act of getting to know the caverns they'd missed for a number of weeks.

Marth immediately stripped himself of his cape and armour, dropping the heavy articles onto the floor in a careless manner. Ike, meanwhile, unbuttoned the prince's tunic and split their lips, laughing at the string of spit stretching between their mouths.

"I forgot you tasted that good…" He panted, gathering back the air he had lost. "Let's see if I can remind myself about the rest of you tastes…"

He leaned in and trailed kisses down the monarch's neck, lapping at his faint Adam's apple.

"Ahn….God" Marth whined, raising himself on his knees to prevent the mercenary bending over and injuring himself further. His eager fingers fiddled with the tucked bed covers, pulling them back to reveal the tented hospital gown Ike had been forced into. His svelte fingers pulled back the material and stroked the hot flesh he knew so well.

Ike stopped his nipple teasing to moan desperately, leaning back in the bed as he watched his prince lean down, ass wiggling in the air, and take the aching length into his mouth all in one go.

FFFFF.

Probably won't finish it.