This is a Yaoi?Shounen-ai fanfiction. Just letting you know, before you get into something you really don't want any part of! Thanks and kudos to all who actually read it!!!

Kathyryn: Okay! Here we go! Umm.... I think....

Marth: What is that supposed to mean? This is just your first fic... It'll be alright! **gives Kathyryn a hug**

Roy: **sniffles** What about me?!

**Both look at Roy in confusion** Kathyryn: Roy... Just shut up...

Marth: **While eating a bag of Nachos, mumbles something that no one can understand for the food in his mouth**

Roy: **Looking hurt** You lied to me! I thought you.... **Car passes by on the busy street outside**

Kathyryn: Oh, well! Just let me know what you think... Not much right, now... However, it will pick up! I PROMISE! I just wanted to get it up for people to read first and then see how it went! I mean, right now, between majorette tryouts and symphonic band and Algebra... **winces at the 42 she received on her report card...** Yeah... I'm working on it though! T-T-F-N! Ta-Ta-For-Now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marth, Roy, or any other Super Smash Brothers Melee characters that might come in later on. Thank you and enjoy the story! R&R

*! Chapter One !*

The pleasant evening of a quiet December's day had finally set in as Marth settled down on the couch in the lounge of the Smash Building. A fire blazed in front of him as he turned the television on, only to ignore the evening's program. He blew a cloud of steam from his mug and took a sip of his hot chocolate. The warm substance was soothing to the back of the prince's throat.

As he sat the mug down on the coffee table in front of him, he felt a warm hand settle upon his shoulder. The teen raised his head to stare up at Roy, who had a pair of ice-skates swung over his right shoulder.

"What're you still doing up, Marth?" he asked as he set his skates on the floor, his auburn-hair falling into his face. A blue and gold headband kept it lazily parted and mostly out of his eyes.

"Oh... I just couldn't sleep, that's all," Marth answered, turning his gaze to the fireplace. "Why do you ask?"

Roy smiled inwardly, "Well, if you want you're more than welcome to join me on the ice... But, on the other hand, if you don't have your skates, we could always go for a walk. You might be able to use some fresh air."

The teal-haired prince nodded in agreement, "Perhaps some fresh air might help my sudden restlessness," he added, adjusting the navy blue scarf around his neck. He stood to join the young general and together they proceeded across the lounge to the door.

Marth reached it first and opened it to reveal the beauty of the first winter's snow. The concrete path that usually lay before them was no longer visible and the imprints of their boots as they stepped across the newly laid blanket of snow began to create a new path that would soon be completely covered up as well.

The two walked along in silence for the first few moments, both just admiring the beauty of Mother Nature's newest masterpiece. Roy was the first to break the somewhat awkward silence.

"I was wondering if any of the other Smashers would be up at this hour, when I came through the lounge tonight."

Marth chuckled, "Yes, you caught me on one of my more troublesome nights. I find it hard to sleep sometimes and tonight just happens to be one of them."

Roy soon fell behind as Marth continued through the snow, staring down at his boots. A snowball lightly shattered against his back and he turned to face Roy, who was now holding another small snowball in his hands. He stood holding the small sphere in the palms of his hands. The teen's red sweater was dotted with snowflakes and several covered the many layers of his messy auburn-hair.

As the second snowball was thrown, it landed perfectly, directly at Marth's feet.

He smiled down at the little pile of snow before him and without warning, charged after the boy general. The chase went on for only a few minutes as the two pelted each other back and forth creating their own miniature war.

Marth then pounced onto Roy, knocking him backwards over a hill. The blow was stronger than expected and Marth went tumbling over with him, landing softly on top of the teen as they fell back into the snow. Both laughed uncontrollably and grinned, until each became aware of the positions they were in.

The prince pulled himself off of Roy and blushed a deep crimson which faded into a pale white as his companion propped himself up on his elbows.

"Marth, is something bothering you? You look a little flustered," Roy asked, noticing Marth's sudden change in color.

"Umm..." Marth muttered, breaking into a cold sweat, "It's nothing, really, Roy..." "Somehow I don't believe that. Just tell me, Marth. It can't be that bad can it?"

He stared down at the ground, darting his eyes from place to place in search of a possible subject change.

However, before the prince could speak again, the young general leaned forward and embraced him, tightly, laying his head on Marth's chest.

"Why are you hiding your feelings from me? Are you scared that someone will find out? Tell me, Marth."

He smiled and put his arms around Roy's neck pulling himself closer to him, "No, Roy... I was afraid that you would never return my affection..."

"Marth?" "Yes, Roy?"

"I-," The teen swallowed hard before finishing his next sentence, "I-I love you... Marth..."

In pure astonishment, Marth choked out a reply, "You- You what?"

"I've wanted to tell you for so many years, now, but like you, I was afraid of rejection. I have longed to embrace you, even to kiss you, many times, and when I have gotten the courage to do it... There always seemed a better time and a better place... But tonight, I figured, was as good as any," Roy explained, warily, "Now... I said, 'I love you, Marth'."

Hesitant to respond, Marth pressed his lips against the teen's and caressed his face gently. The prince's icy lips felt cool to his partner's skin as Marth moved them to his neck, breaking their kiss.

"I love you, too... Roy..."