One Down, Two to Go

Chapter 2 of ?

A/N: Many thanks to all reviewers. And nice at see ya, Splash! And I still don't own fire emblem.

He felt the swordsman's hand tightly grip the back his neck as he let his tongue slip into the Sacaen male's mouth. Despite his injuries, he had been able to get Guy in this position, and was definitely loving it; loving the scent of the myrmidon; loving the taste of his kiss. It was perfect... So perfect...

"Matthew! Wake up!"

The thief jerked from the dream and sat up a little, still in pain, but not showing it, trying to mask over the fact that his shoulder ached terribly, trying to be strong.

"Lowen sent me in here with your lunch," he said, taking a seat on the cot and placing the plate of food on the table near the head of it. Matthew shook his head slightly, and guy looked at him quizzically. "What?"

"I just... Don't feel that well. I have no appetite..." the thief said, and it sounded a little on the pathetic side, as is to be expected by one in Pain like he was. But he was lying to a certain degree, he wasn't hungry because he couldn't get that dream out of his mind, the fact that he literally did remember that taste, the taste of the myrmidon's lips, that had been there in his dream.

"If you feel sick, just tell me. I'll get a healer for you."

The thief shook his head again, running a hand through his messy sandy-blonde hair, but his eyes were focused on Guy the entire time. It took a little while for the Sacaen to notice, but when he did, he looked at Matthew, frowning.

"Stop staring at me! You just annoy me so much when you stare, it makes me so jittery!" he said, standing, and heading towards the exit of the then, before he paused, and looked back at Matthew. For a few seconds, their eyes met, but neither said anything, before Guy took his leave quickly, rushing out of the tent without a second glance.

"Guy... Why do you make me feel this way all of a sudden?" murmured the thief, laying back down on the cot as he felt the wound on his shoulder pulse with pain, and he closed his eyes. "Guy..."

"I hate him!" the myrmidon said, once he had stormed off into the woods alone, much to the dismay of the tactician who insisted they should stay together unless instructed otherwise. Like he ever listened to that annoying tactician, anyway. He judged he was far enough away, and leaned his back against a tree, then sank down to a sitting position. "He's pure evil! He's..." he sighed and hugged his knees to his chest, closing his eyes. "Who am I kidding? ... I..."

"Guy!"

The myrmidon jumped up when someone yelled his name- not a second he thought, no, hoped that it was Matthew... But he sat back down when he saw the brown-haired green-clothed tactician standing there, hands on his hips.

"... What is it Mark?"

"That's what I want to know, Guy. Your concentration on the battlefield is less that usual, and since Matthew got hurt you've been acting really weird whenever someone does as much as mention his name, and-"

"I have not!" the Sacaen said, glaring at the tactician. "I have not been acting weird- I act like I always do!"

"...And that brings us to my final point, when ever anyone tried to ask you, you get all defensive. Like Lowen did while you were still practically tied to Matthew when he was unconscious, you jumped up and made such a racket, I'm shocked it didn't wake him up."

The swordsman didn't even bother to glance up, but he knew that the tactician was right. After all, he had been rather defensive when it came to the topic of Matthew recently, and it wasn't just because he was hurt.

"Now you can tell me," the tactician said, kneeling down next to Guy. "Are you two arguing or what? Most of the camp is worried about you, especially Priscilla, and she has enough worry on her hands, what with Matthew's injuries after all. Come on, share with the Tactician. Swear to Elimine, I won't tell anyone."

"...I..." the rest of Guy's statement was just a mumble.

"What?"

"I love him, alright!" he said loudly, standing and glaring at Mark hatefully. "I'm in fucking love with the man! Do you get it now! He's all I ever think about anymore! And... And I like it! I can't get him off my mind! I want to spend every second of the rest of my life with him, but I know he only keeps me around because I'm in his debt!" The explosion had almost brought the myrmidon to tears as he was forced to think about it from this point of view.

For some time, after the confession of love from the Sacaen, the tactician just sat there, on the mossy forest floor, turning Guy's statement over and over in his mind as he fought to figure out if this was a joke. But the swordsman was fed up with waiting, he ran all the way back to camp, and disappeared into his tent and he refused to come out for the rest of the day, and he wouldn't allow anyone in either, especially the tactician who now knew his secret.

A/N: Review, or a hoard of bandits shall come and DESTROY YOU AND ALL YOU OWN!