Author's Note: Ok, so just a warning. And no the warning is not about the shonen-ai pairing that this is about. There's not even any kissing in this chapter (sorry, hopefully there will be some later). Anyway, i am warning you all that this is the first ever fanfiction that I have written. It is not very fantastic and not very original, but I hope that it is somewhat good and serves as enjoyable Matthew/Guy fluff. And hopefully, I will get better and maybe a bit more original. This is just another meaningless (but hopefully fun) fluff piece to add to the Matthew/Guy collection. Personally, I can read Matthew/Guy fluff by the dozen, but unfortunately, there are not very many dozens out there. So this is my contribution.

So on to the typical warnings. Yes this is shonen-ai. Yaoi. Male/male. Slash. Two strait men who like to enjoy each other's bodies (but these two aren't straight).

If anyone gets that reference then I will be very very happy and smiley.

Anyway, if you don't like fics about gay men, then just don't read. Even though they aren't really doing anything. Yet. (Evil smile).

Also note, this is Guy's POV and the italics are his thoughts. I thought that was obvious, but maybe I'm blinded to the flaws of my own work. (Sarcasm, yay!)

Also, disclaimer: As this is my first time writing a Fire Emblem fanfic, i do not have a clever way of disclaiming my work like most seasoned fanfic'ers. So no, I don't own it. That better be enough not to get me sued.

Legal stuff aside, I hope that at least one person will enjoy this and I'll try to update. I would appreciate reviews, but am not going to beg shamelessly, and if you want to flame me, you may (unless it's about the shonen-ai. In that case, just go away please). Normal flames will be read seriously, taken into consideration, and then happily ignored and/or laughed at.

Enjoy!

Guy sighed. He was once again, lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, with a very shiny and sharp knife pressed to his throat

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"Hey Guy, how many wins does that make for me?" The sandy haired scoundrel who was currently threatening the wellbeing of his delicate throat asked, in a way that implied that he knew the answer very well.

Guy sighed yet again. He knew that Matthew would not relent until he admit defeat-humiliatingly.

"17th time this month."

"Are you sure? I thought that time at dinner when I tripped you counted. You did fall into Raven, after all, and ended up in the same situation-on the ground, with a knife to the throat."

"That doesn't count!" Guy retorted, "He pinned me, not you. If you can believe it, he was much nicer. He actually got off me within five minutes, unlike a certain someone."

"But when It's me on top of you, you enjoy it."

Guy felt himself getting blushing at the innuendo and his telltale stutter emerged. Although he had no doubt that Matthew could read him like a book anyway, he knew that his stutter gave him away whenever he was particularly angry, nervous, or uncomfortable. So pretty much whenever Matthew was around. Especially when he started making these kind of comments.

"I d-do not!"

"Then why are you blushing? And why do you always keep coming back for more?"

Good question. He did always come back for more. Although he allegedly threw himself into losing battles on a daily basis to win the infamous oathpaper back, the truth was that Guy enjoyed the torture. The number of favors he owed Matthew was growing every day, and Guy figured that he probably would spend the majority of the rest of his life indebted to Matthew.

Not that it would be such a bad fate. The thought sprung into Guy's head unbidden and he quickly slapped himself mentally for it. Guy did NOT have feelings for Matthew. He told himself this over and over. How could he? Matthew was much too…Matthew. And that was the issue. There was nothing wrong with Matthew being Matthew. The problem was that Guy enjoyed the torture a little too much, and it scared him that he had these thoughts that he couldn't push away.

This whole train of thought took just enough time for the silence to become obvious.

"Guy? I asked you a question. Do you like being beaten by me?" Matthew-the real Matthew, not the one who haunted his thoughts constantly-snapped him out of his reverie with a smirking question.

"N-no! Definitely n-not! Why w-would I?" Empathetic denial. Real smooth Guy.

"Well then, back to my original question. Why do you keep coming back for more…" Matthew raised his eyebrows in a way that never failed to make the little myrmidon blush, especially if he did it in such close proximity to Guy. "torture?"

Guy's treacherous brain had been substituting several other words, none of them making his blush any better.

"U-umm, I-I have to w-win some d-day. The oathpaper, I m-mean." Guy recovered enough to actually snap back a comment untainted by nervous stuttering. "Not everyone wants to be indebted to you for life, you k-know.

Damnit, the stutter was back. Having Matthew's face-and his body-so close to his made Guy's stutter pop back exactly when he was trying-and failing-to sound clever.

"Ah Guy, you're so…hmmm, what's the word….cute when you try to act like me!"

Guy was rendered mute by the combination of his indignation and Matthew's body heat and only managed to get out a couple of sputtering noises.

Matthew, being the devious bastard that he loved to be, put a finger to Guy's lips.

"Don't get yourself too worked up now." He said with surprising tenderness. But Guy's brain was too busy running along thoughts like his hand…my lips…does not compute for Guy to register Matthew's out of character kindness for more than a second. And then Matthew's smirk was back, as he continued.

"But if you're trying to be rid of me, I don't think you're doing too well. At this rate, you'll be mine for your whole life."

Before Guy had a chance to overcome his newest shade of red brought on by the fact that Matthew referred to the Sacaean as his property, Matthew stood up. Guy instantly noticed the lack of the other man's body heat with a twinge of disappointment.

As Guy lay there, temporarily immobilized by the previous events and knowing that similar ones were bound to play out tomorrow, Matthew began to walk away in his smug, self-satisfied gait.

Before Matthew was out of Guy's sight, he turned around for a moment.

"Although if you want to keep doing this, I don't mind. I rather like the thought of having you in my debt for a long while."

And with that, Matthew flashed Guy one last infuriating grin and walked back into camp.