Began Typing: 7:15 PM 7/9/2008
Posted: 3:33 PM 7/18/2008
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At Sixes and Sevens- Chapter 7 (Kiss and Make Up)
Ike had it all mapped out in his head. A radius of two meters was just outside of Marth's arm's reach, making him able to avoid slappage when Marth was feeling ah...how to say...slappy. The prince's attitude towards the mercenary had not improved much during the last three day from the realization of the kiss. Everything he told him was rather tude and he, when in pain, had moments where he would yell obscenities at Ike so loud that Dr.Mario came in from a floor above to check and make sure he was okay. Ike sighed. He was not looking forwards to his next task. "Marth," he stated, approaching the two meter limit, "when was the last time you took a bath?"
Marth gave him an icy glare. "None of your business."
Ike tried to reclaim his patience. "Look, something's starting to smell in here and it's not me. I bathed last night."
Marth's nose wrinkled. He hadn't been in a bathtub since the operation. "I am NOT taking one."
Ike found his choices narrowing down. "You can walk or I can carry you."
Marth glared at him. "You would not dare!"
Marth suddenly found himslef held tight in Ike's arms, the brute shuffling towards the restroom. "Put me down!" Marth bellowed, kicking and struggling.
Ike ignored him, locking the bathroom door behind him. He proceeded to grab Marth's hospital gown by the front, beginning to unbutton it with utmost patience, even through the incapacitated boy's kicking. "No! Stop!" Marth was pleading at this point.
Ike couldn't help but feel at least a little guilty, hustling the robes off of the prince. He couldn've sworn he heard the prince wimper, "r-rape..."
Ike did not look, but pulled Marth's undergarments down. The boy attempted to run at this point, Ike grabbing him around his stomach, pulling the other direction. He had to put his weight into it and, the next thing he knew, he'd toppled over the base of and into the bathtub and waist deep warm water. Well...he guessed he was getting a bath now, too. Marth was sobbing and begging, saying something through tears about his virginity and how he was too young. "Relax," Ike grumbled, "I'm not gonna rape you. Sheesh..."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Marth bawled.
"You're just gonna have to trust me, aren't you?"
Ike sat in the bathtub long ways, his legs poking out on either side of Marth from the water. Marth's cheeks were colored rose red as he came to the truth that he was sitting between Ike's legs. Ike felt the boy shiver and attempt to pull away. He halted him by putting a hand on his chest. "Hold still." He hissed slightly, "You'll hurt yourself."
Marth relaxed as Ike's free hand weaved gently through his hair. The bastard...he knew he liked that...it just wasn't fair. Ike released Marth's chest as he felt the body relax in his lap and handed him the saop and a loufa. "Here, wash yourself."
"Y-you just wanna watch me touch myslef!"
Ike blinked. "What kinda pervert do you think I am?"
Marth shivered, but proceeded to lather the loufa and began to scrub himself. Ike didn't even appear to be watching, simply squirting shampoo into his hand. Marth shut his eyes as warm fingers began to massage his scalp, working soap in. Ike was washing his hair. Marth couldn't resist leaning back onto Ike's chest as the mercenary continued to rub his head. A small moan escaped his lips.
Ike gasped slightly as he felt Marth's body press onto his own. This was where he proved his self control. He would have loved to caress Marth all over, but he would only be taking advantage of him again. He simply couldn't do that. Ike grabbed a nearby empty bottle, filling it with water. He tilted Marth's head back on his shoulder, careful to make sure that rinsing the prince's hair didn't get soap into his eyes. Ike grinned, slicking Marth's bangs back. The boy was getting rather comfortable. "How're you holding up, princess?"
Marth didn't seem to mind the feminine referance, now. "I can't reach my legs." He answered truthfully. His chest wounds did not permit him to bend over to reach them.
Ike scooted out from underneath him, instead positioning himself across from Marth but still inbetween his legs. Ike couldn't help but grunt a little as he ran the washcloth-like puff up the extent of Marth's legs. The prince didn't seem to dislike that action either, from all the moaning he was doing. Ike rinsed the rest of Marth off and, being caeful not to see anything, climbed from the bathtub and hald a towel open.
Marth stepped out and took it, wrapping his torso and lower-body in it, down to his mid-thighs. He faced Ike, looking up into his eyes. They were incredibly close, the mist of their breath in the warm room mixing before it dissapated. Ike looked like a god to the over stimulated Marth. A wet, sexy, blue-haired god of beauty. Ike 'eep'ed in surprise as Marth collapsed onto him, catching him as quickly as he could. "Marth?" Ike cried, shaking him. "Marth!?"
The prince had fainted. Ike blinked. He was sure to secure the towel and lay Marth back down on the bed, leaving some fresh pressed clothes on a nearby chair. He couldn't help but grin as the prince slept. It seemed there was hope for their friendship yet...he hoped. Either that or Marth would just be more pissed at him. He really hoped it was the first. Ike disappeared into the closet to change out of his wet clothes. By the time he came back, Marth was awake and lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Ike smiled. "How're you doing?"
Marth took one look at him and erupted into a nose bleed. His hands immediately shot up to hide it, but Ike had already seen and grabbed a tissue box. "Here, use these."
"Th-thanks..."
Ike sat down by Marth, chuckling slightly as the prince mopped up the blood. "Hey...Marth?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry for...y'know...kissing you when you were asleep..."
Marth shut his eyes silently. "I have been quite sour to you, haven't I?"
"I deserve it."
"No, you do not. Nobody does. I am sorry for treating you so horridly. You have been trying to help me the whole time and I have just been making it difficult. Can you ever forgive my behavior?"
Ike lay down on the bed next to Marth. "There's nothing to forgive. Except maybe a slap or two."
Marth blushed. "I-I am sorry.."
"I'll tell you what, if we can consider ourselves friends again, I think I can forgive you."
"Yeah...okay."
Ike threw his feet over the edge of the bed, standing up. He proceeded to tuck Marth in gently. "I'll be just a floor up if you need me."
Ike climbed the ladder to the bunk bed, lying down on what he liked to call HIS territory. He could hardly believe Marth and he were friends again that quickly. He sighed happily, excited for tomorrow.
Told you you'd like it! Ike apparently didn't read the author's note at the end of the last chappie or he would know not to come at Marth! Insert Disclaimer. :p