No Love
7- No Love For Marth
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I did something bad. Real, real bad, and it hurt someone I loved. Is this what it feels like, when you hurt the people you love? Suddenly I feel everyone saying with their eyes "what's wrong with you?" And I can feel Roy hate me with his eyes, I can feel him blame me. Like he could say I'm forgiven a million times, and It won't matter. Because I'm not perfect anymore, and no one will like me if I can't be perfect for them. I have to be 'pretty Marth', I have to be 'smart Marth', I have to be 'polite' Marth. If I'm not, how can I expect anybody to like me?
But then Roy says "I forgive you," and he doesn't have to say it a million times. Just like that, I feel better, like I don't care. Because I know he doesn't care. I can't help but to wonder, what if nobodies saying anything with their eyes? Maybe I'm just seeing things that aren't there. But how can I know? How can I know that nobody cares, that I can just be myself? I'll ask Roy one of these days. He is so much smarter than me at this stuff.
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"Ike are you serious!?! You live in your office!?" Soren asked the bluenette, aghast at the mere thought of living in an office so small.
"Well…yeah. That's what the sleeping bag's for Soren." Ike replied calmly. They had barely gotten situated back at the office before his raven haired assistant had asked about the sleeping bag under the desk.
"Wait, then how have you been showering? My god! Don't tell me you haven't been cleaning yourself!?!" Soren immediately recoiled, being something of a clean freak. Ike scratched the back of his head and laughed off the comment.
"What are you, crazy? Of course I clean myself, I just use the sink is all." Ike replied chuckling. His assistant clearly didn't find this funny, not in the slightest.
"How can you possibly clean yourself in a sink Ike!? That's wrong in so many ways!"
"Aw, c'mon, its not that bad. I just y'know wash my hair in the sink, wash my face in the sink too. Then I splash myself with water, to get my whole body wet. After that I use the bar of soap I have in there, the ground is tiled so you don't have to worry about-"
"How can you live like this!?!" Soren exclaimed, pulling at his hair in frustration. The mere motion reminding Ike of the gift he had made sure to stash in the dashboard compartment before Soren had gotten into the car. He wanted so badly to give the boy the ribbon, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
"You get used to it, pretty fast actually. You'd be surprised." Ike replied, not sure if his assistant was genuinely mad at him or not. Don't tell me I've gone and blown it, right when I was finally going to ask him.
"I would kill myself before getting used to this. How long have you been living here?" The black haired boy asked, exasperation in his tone.
"Hmm… um, well I got kicked out of my apartment about a month ago. So then…yeah a month." Soren's jaw dropped.
"Oh no! No, no, no! I won't have it, absolutely not. You're spending the night at my house. There is no way you're spending another night in this dump!" Ike's assistant dictated, hands firmly on his hips.
Ike was taken aback by how forward Soren was being. He just…invited me to his house. Soren's house. He invited me, Ike, to his house. It can't be happening this easy, there's got to be a catch.
Immediately Soren ran what he'd just said out loud through his head. Oh my god, I just invited him to my house! That's weird, isn't it? He's gonna think I'm gay or something. Well…I am gay, but I don't, he's not supposed to think that until I tell him. God Damn it what have I done!?!
"I'm spending the night at your house?" Ike didn't want to impose, but on the other hand this was exactly the chance he'd been waiting for. He sat silently for a moment, thinking. Soren couldn't help but worry, trying to anticipate what I would say.
"I guess that I'll have to pack my stuff up then." Ike said, spinning in his swivel chair and grinning at Soren. The black haired boy immediately lit up. Yes, alright, he doesn't hate me. Good, this is good, this perfect actually.
"Don't start packing just yet, I'm still on the clock, and we need to clean up all of this blood." Soren said, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and eyeing the red stain on the wall next to the desk. Ike groaned at the idea.
"C'mon can't we just leave it Soren?" Ike pleaded in a childish voice.
"Leave it!? It's blood Ike, of course we can't just leave it! Now quit moping and roll up your sleeves, we have a lot of work to do." Soren ordered. Grumbling, Ike went into the bathroom to get the bleach out from under the sink.
"What's a gun doing on the desk!?" Soren exclaimed. Oh, right, the gun. How could I forget to put the gun away?
"I took it out when…well see me and Pit thought that I'd had a break in so I just- I'll put it away before we go. Right now lets just focus on getting rid of the blood."
"Yeah, lets focus on the blood. You might have to repaint this wall Ike, I think its stained.
"Damn it Roy, you stupid idiot. Why do you always have to make my life hell." Ike moaned.
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"So you want to beat Ike up then, is that it?" Roy asked, biting into his bacon cheeseburger. That detective was absolutely right Lenny's Eats was amazing. In Roy's opinion this was the greatest burger he'd ever had in his life. Link looked at the redhead, who was busy chewing a massive piece of food. Why do I get the feeling I shouldn't be asking him for advice?
"Yeah, I wanna bash that perverts head in! Why, you have a problem with that?" Link asked, glaring at Roy. Forcing the lump of food he'd been chewing down his throat, the redhead replied.
"Link, you and me are more alike then I'd like to admit. Not only do I not have a problem with that, I want to help you out." Roy assured the blonde, washing his food down with a sip of Coca Cola.
"You want to help me? And how do you plan on doing that?" Link questioned skeptically.
"Well, you're gonna need a disguise first of all. That's where I come in."
"Disguise…is that why you're wearing the coat and that stupid hat?" Link asked, commenting on the boy's attire. The redhead was wearing a black pea coat and a pinstriped fedora that looked absolutely ridiculous on him.
"Okay, well now, let me explain. No need to make fun of my awesome fedora, alright?"
"You look like a complete idiot Roy." Link shot back.
"See now you're name calling, all I'm trying to do is be a kind and generous human being. Do you want to beat the shit out of him or not?" Roy responded defensively.
"Okay fine. I'm sorry, you can help. But what are the hat and coat for, why do I need a disguise?" Link asked.
"So that Ike won't know who you are."
"He already doesn't know who I am, Roy!" Link exclaimed, starting to feel that this was a massive waste of time.
"Negative, he's seen your face. Me and Marth gave him a photograph of you. You need the disguise so that he won't recognize you. Or at least so he won't recognize you until you start punching." Roy explained as he raised the burger to his mouth for another bite.
"Oh, I get it! So I just go to his office, wait for him to come outside, then I really let him have it!" Link said enthusiastically, punching his palm with his other fist.
"Bwingo!" Roy yelled, a gigantic chunk of bacon cheeseburger still in his mouth.
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Pit couldn't believe that a man who seemed as unimaginably confident and suave as Ike was being this much of a pansy. As he walked down the sidewalk towards his apartment he wondered to himself if Ike had any hope at all.
I mean he's got sex appeal, he's got a whole fuck ton of sex appeal. How can he not have the self esteem to ask a person out on a date? Especially a person as obviously interested as Soren? It absolutely baffles me! And on that note, it's also baffles me why he would dropped me off three whole blocks away from my apartment. Probably just so I wouldn't spill the beans to Soren for him. Rat bastard…
Just as the brunette was turning the corner to his apartment, he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks. Standing outside of his apartment was the same figure he'd seen the night before. The one who'd been following him and Ike to the bar, the one sitting at the table right behind them the whole night. The same man he'd caught glimpses of as Ike carried him back to Link's apartment.
Black overcoat, pinstriped fedora…it's him, the guy who followed me and Ike to the bar that night! Oh my god, what's he doing at my apartment building!?! Is he stalking me? That's it, that must be it! Oh god this is just like dateline!!!
On the verge of hyperventilating the copper haired boy decided to walk another lap around the block and wait for the stranger to leave.
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Standing and waiting for the blonde outside of the apartment Roy had been completely unaware of Pit's prescience. Busy fidgeting with the brim of his favorite hat, Roy was completely off in his own little world.
"Alright I'm ready, lets go." Link said bitterly, walking down the steps from the second floor.
"Have you been crying dude? Your eye's are like really red." Roy asked, feeling sorry for Link.
"Don't be stupid! I sort of lost my temper and threw some stuff. I threw a bag of cinnamon at the wall and it got in my eyes." Link lied. There hadn't been any cinnamon, but the part about throwing things wasn't completely untrue.
"Well whatever. Lets go get a bite to eat and discuss our 'business.' I know a great place." Roy said, not believing the blondes excuse, but not wanting to call him out on it.
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"So here we are… at your place." Ike said awkwardly as he walked into Soren's foyer.
"Make yourself at home Ike. Oh and just drop your bag on the floor by the couch. What do you want for dinner? I just went shopping so I could make pretty much anything!" Soren bubbled, prancing into the kitchen to look through the fridge.
"Um, anything's fine with me, it's your house after all." Ike said politely, dropping his duffle bag on the floor next to the couch.
"Nonsense, there must be something you want for dinner! Don't be shy! C'mon, tell me." Soren continued, embarrassed at how flirty he was acting. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't control himself all of a sudden.
"Um, do you have chicken?" Ike asked, not sure what to make of his assistants sudden change in attitude. The bluenette didn't mind however, he loved it. Soren was the happiest he had seen him since the red eyed boy's first day.
"Sorry fresh out. Joking, I'm joking. Did you want it done any particular way?"
"I dunno? You decide. So I can't help but ask but how did you afford this house? Aren't you a college student?" Ike saw his black haired assistant's face immediately wilt, a sad smile crossing his lips, but only for a moment. The boy perked up almost instantly.
"My parents left me at an orphanage when I was really young, so I never met them. I spent all of my life at that orphanage, until my fifteenth birthday. On my birthday an old woman called Elaine finalized my adoption. She was very old though. She passed last winter."
"I'm so sorry Soren, I didn't know." Ike said, feeing like an idiot and worried he'd hurt the raven head's feeling.
"Don't be sorry, the past is the past. So just chicken or…"
"Yeah just chicken." The bluenette replied, thankful Soren wasn't offended.
"Well that's not very specific at all. Some help you are!" The cook complained playfully.
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Who is this guy, why is he following me? Was he in my apartment!?!
Pit's thoughts were racing as he stared at the apartment which looked like a tornado had gotten loose inside. Things had been thrown all over the place and there was a gaping hole in the living room wall. However, for some reason, the intruder had tried to fix the hole with a strip of duct tape and some newspaper.
What is this? Did that guy ransack my apartment or something? What could he be looking for? Oh my god! He must be working for the mafia…or the FBI! Link must have lost a bet with some bad people and they're coming after him! I need to find him as soon as possible! I'll go to Ike's office! He'll know what to do!
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"Wow, that was amazing Soren!" Ike said politely as he finished swallowing the last bite of his meal. The raven haired boy was still in the middle of eating the seconds he had dished out for himself. Ike watched astonished not only at the sheer amount of food the boy had eaten, but how quickly he'd done it. In the time it had taken Ike to barely polish off his own generous serving, Soren had all but finished two.
"Are you sure that you don't want any more? I made plenty?" The host asked, not wanting to be rude.
"No thanks, I'm stuffed. That was an enormous plate you gave me. How's a skinny little thing like you put it away like that?" Soren blushed at the comment, laying down his fork and forcing a lump of food down his throat.
"Skinny? Admiring my body were you?" The red eyed boy joked. Now it was Ike's turn to blush.
"I wouldn't say admiring, its just…you're in great shape, I guess. I mean considering all you eat…and all." Wincing Ike prayed that his response didn't sound as awkward as he thought it did.
"Alright, next up is dessert!" Soren exclaimed as though he hadn't heard what Ike had said. The bluenette breathed a sigh of relief.
"Soren, I'm way too full, I don't think I can do it." Ike groaned, patting his stomach.
"Nonsense, there's always room for Ice cream." The man perked up somewhat at the mention of ice cream.
"But no dessert for you until you take a shower." Soren scolded. Grabbing Ike by the hand he half pulled and half guided the larger man to the bathroom.
"Wait Soren, are you sure you're okay with me-"
"There's shampoo and conditioner already in there. I have some Axe body wash, but if you'd prefer just a bar of soap I have that in there too. Oh, and make sure to wash behind your ears." With that the boy stuck his tongue out teasingly and trotted out of the bathroom, closing the door behind himself.
Puzzled, Ike disrobed himself and turned the faucet inside the shower. Steaming hot water shot out of the showerhead. Playing it safe the bluentette ran his hand through the streams of water. Calibrating the temperature until the water was just right, the detective eventually climbed into the shower and slid the glass door closed behind himself.
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"Roy could you call Ike and tell him to come meet you at his office?" Link said into the black plastic receiver of the pay phone he was using.
"Why would I do that?" Roy asked the blonde. Shivering as he stood in the parking lot behind Ike's office. Leaning against the back bumper of Marth's tan Mercedes he watched as the bluenette fidgeted with the lock on the back door.
"Because I don't own a cell phone Roy."
"No I mean why would I tell Ike that I'm at his office?"
"Well I don't think that he's home so I need you to lure him here. Then I can beat the shit out of him." Link replied.
"Link, look, me and Marth already know that Ike isn't home. We're going to plant the bug in his phone line tonight. You can't beat him up until we have our proof. So, I can't believe I'm saying this but- you need to be patient. Just try to keep yourself under control and don't do anything stupid! And whatever you do stay away from Ike's office!" Roy strictly ordered the blonde.
"Yeah, whatever Roy. I'll talk to you later." Hanging up the phone, Link shoved his hands into the pockets of the black pea coat Roy had given him. Sitting on the steps of the building Ike's office was in, he couldn't help but play around with brim of the pinstriped fedora.
Maybe if I just wait a little while he'll show up. Besides I don't really feel like going home yet. Pit… I hope you're okay. Don't worry, I'll take care of this. I love you.
"What a dumb fucking hat." the blond thought aloud, resting it on the stairs next to him.
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"Ike I almost forgot! You need a towel!" Soren said, opening the door of the bathroom. Fanning the steam building up in the room out of his face, he walked over to the foggy glass wall of the standing shower.
"I brought you one, do you need it now?" The black haired boy asked.
"Not yet, I'm almost done though. Could you just set it down somewhere?"
"Sure, I'll hang it on the towel rack. It's the green one." Turing to leave the raven head spotted a green box wrapped in yellow string atop the pile of Ike's clothes sitting on the toilet. Curious he glanced at the shower to make sure he wasn't being watched. Soren gently lifted the box and examined it, it looked normal enough. Just then the card caught his attention. Prying it open the boy's heart skipped a beat as he read what was written inside.
For you Soren.
Love, Ike
Love? Love! Ike loves- he loves me? The red eyed boy dropped the box onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. Completely shocked he leaned against the counter for support. Ike loves me. He really, really loves me! Can this really be happening, can it? The boy felt a wide grin spread across his face, he was happier than he could ever remember being.
No longer thinking Soren grabbed the handle of the glass sliding door on the shower. Yanking it open he climbed in and closed the door behind himself before Ike even had a chance to protest.
"Soren what are you-" Ike tried to exclaim, but was cut off as Soren stood on his tip toes and pressed his lips against the bluenette.
"I love you too." Soren said, smiling sheepishly as he moved his face away from Ike's. The detective glanced down at his assistants shirt, which was beginning to turn transparent as the warm water soaked into it.
"But how? How did you know?" Ike asked, dumbfounded.
"I found the box…with the card on it." Soren said. Ike turned away from the boy, he was overwhelmingly embarrassed. He also covered himself up as he became aware of his own nakedness.
"I wanted to tell you ever since you started working for me, but I didn't, well, I wasn't sure what you'd say." Leaning down so that his face was level with Soren's, Ike gently grabbed the boy's jaw and tilted his head up slightly.
"I've wanted to do this all day." The bluenette said, kissing Soren passionately. The black haired boy wasn't sure what he should do, returning the kiss he gently slid his tongue in between Ike's lips. The man instantly asserted himself as the dominant kisser however and pushed back against Soren's tongue gently. As they both explored the inside of each other's mouths Ike's thoughts swam with delight.
I'm so happy, so happy. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, I'm in love! I'm finally in love, and he loves me back!
"No kidding, I've wanted you to do that for weeks!" Soren gasped, breaking off the kiss to catch his breath.
"Weeks?" Ike asked, puzzled. He no longer cared about his nakedness, and instead was busy studying the outline of Soren's chest beneath his now soaked dress shirt.
"I'll explain later. Want to help me take this off?" Soren said casually as he removed his dripping shirt.
"What's come over you!?!" Ike asked, awed by how forward his love was suddenly being.
"Like I said Ike, I'll explain later." Soren said as he slid his pants down so that the wet black fabric hung around his ankles. Kicking his feet out of the leg holes, Soren removed the clothing from him. Stripping off his equally wet boxers next, the boy opened the glass door of the shower and discarded all of the clothes onto the bathroom floor.
Letting the glass door close behind him, he suddenly came to the realization that he was fully naked. Immediately the boy blushed a deep crimson. Oh my god, I'm naked, I totally naked! This is so embarrassing, I've never- nobodies ever seen me like this before.
Ashamed of himself, the black haired boy tried to cover himself up with his hands. Retreating into the corner of the shower, he stared at Ike nervously. The bluenette reached his hand out to Soren, flinched, but then reached out again. Gently he brushed the boys wet bangs off of his face and stared him in the eye's calmly.
"You are so beautiful Soren." He whispered, running his hand up the boy's thigh. Soren winced as the hand reached his buttocks and I cupped one of his cheeks with his hand.
"Ike, I'm so embarrassed." Soren said, his voice shaky. Ike let his hand trail even further until his index finger rested against the boys hole.
"Don't be, you look amazing. And I love you." The man said, gently teasing his lover's entrance with the tip of his finger. Immediately Soren pressed a hand over his mouth to quell the gasp he was about to let out. He peeked one of his eye's open and studied Ike's own body. He look's amazing, he's so muscular. His eye's immediately fell on the man's erection. Oh god, he's huge. That's going too- I don't know if I can do this.
"Soren, are you scared?" Ike asked. His blue bangs now heavy with water, they almost completely covered his eye's. The boy averted his gaze, turning his head to the side.
"No, no I'm-I'm fine. Go ahead." He felt Ike tilt his head up by his chin placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"We don't have to if you're not ready." Ike said comfortingly.
"I love you, so much. I don't want to wait anymore. Its just, I've never-I mean I…"
"It's your first time, isn't it?" Ike interrupted knowingly. Soren nodded, feeling like a fool. Ike immediately grabbed both his and Soren's hardness in one hand and stroked both. Again the black haired by cupped his hand over his mouth to quiet himself.
"If that's all it is, then you can relax. I'll be gentle, promise. You don't need to cover your mouth either, you can let it out." Ike cooed into his assistants hear, nibbling it gently. Removing his hand from his mouth Soren mewled and pressed both his hands against the wall of the shower.
Reaching with his free hand Ike groped for the bottle of conditioner on the shower rack. Finally finding it he squirted some into his right hand, and coated his whole length.
"Are you sure you're ready Soren?" Ike asked staring the boy in the eyes. Even though he was nervous, the raven head forced a smile.
"Yeah." At that, Ike spread Soren's legs slightly and pressed his body against his lovers. He could feel the hot water from the shower spilling onto both of them. Brushing his wet bangs out of his face, he touched his penis to the Soren's entrance. Immediately the red eyed boy felt a chill go up his whole spine. Gently Ike forced the tip into the hole. He then slowly slid the rest of his length inside. Soren cried out. Ike embraced the poor boy, who was shaking and gasping for breath.
"Are you alright Soren!?"
"Yeah, I'm o-okay. Just be gentle." He stammered. Already he could feel the pain starting to ebb away. Slowly Ike slid himself almost completely out of his love, then thrust back in gently. Soren yelped and clutched onto Ike, wrapping both of his legs around the detectives. Again Ike thrust, this time slightly harder. Soon the man had started to move in rhythm, making sure not to hurt the boy. Soren gasped and panted as he felt pleasure slowly building inside him. With each thrust Ike struck something deep inside him that sent waves of pleasure through him.
It was almost as though Soren had dissolved into the hot water of the shower, becoming nothing but the amazing feeling. Panting himself Ike started to thrust even faster now that Soren had started to relax and unclench himself. Moving even faster Ike could feel that it wouldn't be much longer until he came. Staring at Soren he couldn't help but smile. The boy's eyes were pressed shut and his mouth open as he yelped with delight, the slightest blush on his face.
Soren knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. Feeling he should say something, he tried to tell Ike.
"Ike I-I don't, I can't hold on any longer, I'm gonna-"
"Yeah, me to. Let's do it together." Ike said, pressing his lips to his love's. The two kissed as Ike pushed against Soren's body rapidly. The black haired boy broke of the kiss as he shrieked in ecstasy, his whole body tensing as he came. His seed shot out all over him and Ike. Moments later Ike grunted as he came himself.
Water rained down on the couple washing their bodies off. The two stood in the glass shower, Soren against the tiled wall, and Ike panting pressed against him. Weak from the afterglow of his orgasm Soren felt his legs give out beneath him.
"Gotcha." Ike said catching the boy before he collapsed. "Tired?"
Instead of saying anything the raven head clutched onto Ike's neck and pressed his face into the man's chest.
"I love you Ike, for so long now I have." He said. All the bluenette could do was hug him back, running his hands though the boys waist length black hair. He smiled contently and continued to caress his lover.
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"Damn Ike, pick up your phone!" Pit yelled, slamming his phone down on the table in frustration. He'd been trying the number for about an hour now. It was already dark out and the brunette had been waiting up in Ike's office for hours. He should really lock this place up, I'm surprised nobodies broken in before.
The copper haired boy glanced down at the gun on the desk. He leaves his gun out in the open too? Is this guy really such an idiot!? He needs more help than I thought. That tears it, I'm telling Soren myself that Ike loves him, otherwise he'll never find out.
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"All I'm saying is that if you jam the screwdriver in there, just really jam it, the lock will open." Roy said, watching over Marth's shoulder as the bluenette slowly rotated a small screwdriver inside the lock on the back door.
"Roy lock picking is a delicate procedure. Delicate! If I'm jamming anything in anywhere then I think I'm doing it wrong!"
"That's what she said!" Roy shot back, earning himself a slap upside the head from his lover.
"Alright I give up, this isn't working at all. I think that there should be a box that has the phone lines inside it on the side of the building. Roy you go plant the bug on the phone line connected to Ike's office." Marth said, rubbing his temples, he could feel a migraine beginning to build. The past few days had been so incredibly stressful, he was surprised this hadn't happened sooner.
"Well what are you going to be doing while I do that?' Roy asked, hands on his hips.
"I'm going to be taking more than the recommended dosage of Advil and trying to make my head stop screaming at me." Marth whispered, stumbling his way over to the car.
"Wait, how will I know which phone line goes to the detectives office?" Roy asked.
"They should be labeled or something. I need to lie down now." Marth said as he climbed into the drivers seat and closed the door.
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"Oh, I got a call from Pit!" Soren said, rubbing his long black mane dry with a towel. Pulling on a pair of pajama pants Soren had offered to let Ike borrow, the bluenette frowned at how short they were on him.
"Really? What'd he say?" Ike asked, wrapping his arms around the pale boy's bare skin from behind. Soren sighed and hugged the bluenette's head from behind.
"I don't know, let me see." Soren was briefly silent as he listened to the voice message the small brunette had left.
"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good."
"What'd he say Soren?"
"Um, something about the FBI and the Mafia hunting Link. He said that they've been following both him for the past few days. He also said that they ransacked the apartment and he'll be waiting at your office because he doesn't feel safe. Oh, and he's also worried that they've killed Link." Soren said flatly and somewhat confused.
"Oh Christ that boy is excitable!" Ike said letting out a sigh and rummaging through his duffle bag.
"He does realize that the FBI and the Mafia aren't affiliated, right?" Soren said, wondering what went on in Pit's small little head.
"I don't know, but I'm gonna head over to the office and try to calm him down. Wanna come?" Ike said as he slipped on his tan trench coat, still shirtless. Soren glanced down at his bare body, then back up at his lover.
"Just let me get changed." The boy said as he scampered off into the bedroom.
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"This is the only box out here, this has gotta be it." Roy thought out loud, looking at the red metal box against the wall in the side alley next to the office building. He looked down at the lock on the box, giving a glance down the alley in both directions, he decided the coast was clear.
Ramming the screwdriver into the lock with all of his might he heard the sound of grinding metal, followed by a click. The lock sprung open and the redhead smiled staring down at his work.
"And Marth said that wasn't how you picked locks."
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Pit stood frozen, staring out the glass door that was the front exit of the office building. Sitting on the stairs, with his back to the copper haired boy, was the mysterious man in the black pea coat with the pinstriped fedora. The boy turned around and immediately ran back up the stairs. He found Ike's office, he knows! He knows everything and he's coming for me! Oh where are you Ike!?! Where the fuck could you be at a time like this?
Reentering the bluenette's office once again, Pit closed the door behind himself and locked it. Immediately his eye's fell on the gun. Running over to the desk he wrapped his small hand around the firearms wooden handle. They're not gonna take me alive, I can fucking tell you that right now. He glanced out the window of the office at the rear parking lot. He wanted to make sure the back was clear so he could make a run for it.
Oh my god, it's that car! The same car that I saw passing by us at the café this morning. The same car that I saw parked outside of Link's apartment. They've got the back covered too! That must be Mr. Fedora's partner!
Clenching the gun Pit started to plan his escape. Just as he had finished running the motions through his head, setting the choreography of his mad dash in stone, the lights in Ike's office and the rest of the building shut off. The power had gone out.
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Sitting in the car and nursing his splitting headache, Marth read the side of the Advil bottle he'd found in the glove compartment, praying he could take more than the two pills he'd already swallowed. Just as he'd finished reading the directions and sighing in defeat he watched all of the light's in the office building shut off.
"What the fuck? Why is the power out?" The bluenette asked, wincing in pain as he felt a lightning bolt of pain behind his left eye.
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Ike pulled up in front of his building and stepped out of his orange Range Rover incredibly confused. Cutting the engine he closed the car door and approached the front of the office. Sitting in the car Soren decided to wait for Ike to return. After the 'activities' they'd been up to before Pit had called, the boy no longer had any energy.
"Why the fuck are all of the light's out? Did somebody blow a fuse?" Just as he'd finished asking himself what had happened to the lights Link stood up off of the office steps and approached the bluenette.
"Finally you show up, you piece of shit!!!" Link roared running up to Ike and punching him in the forehead right between the eyes. Stumbling backwards the bluentette tried to keep his balance and regain his sense's.
"Who the hell are you!? What the fuck was that for man!?!" Ike asked gripping his forehead in pain.
"I am gonna fucking rearrange you!" Link bellowed approaching Ike to throw another punch. Sensing that the enraged blonde couldn't be reasoned with, Ike threw a lightning fast punch of his own, aimed at the strangers chest. Link didn't even flinch, he looked like he hadn't felt the blow at all.
Uh oh. What's this guy made out of, titanium?
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Looking up at the darkened windows above him, Roy backed away from the red metal box mounted on the wall in front of him. Um, I don't think that those were the phone lines. I think that was the fuse box. He stared back up at the now pitch black building. Marth is not going to be happy. He's definitely not gonna like this.
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Opening the back door of the office building a sliver, Pit glanced out at the tan Mercedes sitting under the street lamp in the middle of the parking lot. Alright Pit they cut the power, they're coming after you. But you're smarter than they are, you can do this. Just stay cool, deep breaths. Deep breaths and stay cool. You're the fucking man.
Cocking back the hammer of the firearm in his right hand, Pit opened the door of the office and bolted out in front of the tan car. Pointing the gun at the windshield he screamed demands at the bluenette sitting behind the steering wheel.
"Hands on the steering wheel now! Put your fucking hands where I can see them!" Pit screamed. Completely stunned, Marth complied with the brunette who looked as though he had completely lost his mind.
"Who do you work for!" Pit barked, waving the gun at Marth. The bluenette responded in a shaky voice that he had no idea what the boy was talking about.
"I can't hear you! Who! Do! You! Work! For!" The boy demanded, becoming more and more erratic by the second. Marth rolled down the window and tried to control his voice so he could piece together an answered.
"I-I don't know- I don't know w-what the fuck you are talking about!!!"
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Feeling helpless Soren tried with all of his might to break up the fight between Ike and Link. He wasn't really sure if it could even be called a fight though, Ike was no match for the might of Link's combined physique and boxing skills.
Getting in between the two, the black haired boy tried his hardest to separate the them and convince the blonde that whatever he was trying to kill Ike over had to be a misunderstanding.
Just as Soren was about to catch a stray punch being thrown by Link all three froze in place. The deafening bang of a gunshot ringing in the air.
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"Bullshit!" Pit exclaimed, the gun shaking in his hands. "Bullshit!!! I wanna know right now! Who do you work for!? And what have you done with Link? If you've hurt him I swear to god I'll-" Suddenly Roy emerged out of nowhere, running out of the shadows towards Pit at full speed.
"I'll save you Marth!!!" The redhead cried, jabbing the screwdriver with all of his might into Pit's right hand. The boy yelped in pain and angled the gun downwards. Feeling immense pain shooting through his whole hand the copper headed youth's finger squeezed the trigger.
The gun went off in a roar that deafened both Roy and Pit. The bullet itself striking the hood of the car. Fast as lightning the windshields in the front passengers' seats automatically deployed as the front impact sensor went off.
The bluenette was hit in the face full force by the bag, he saw stars and felt something in one of the hands that was pressed against the steering wheel snap. The whole world faded around him as he slipped out of consciousness, his head lolling onto his left shoulder completely limp.
Roy and Pit stared at each other in shock as the car alarm blared into their still ringing ears. Both stared dumbfounded at the car that was still screaming and beeping, then back at each other.
"What did you do Pit!?" Roy whispered in shock.
No Love For Marth, End