Here we are folks, another chapter. Hope ya enjoy.

Chapter 6: Heart

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Ike cannot be kissing me. There’s just no way…

But this felt all too real to be a dream or a hallucination or anything else but reality.

Ike trailed a hot path down Marth’s cheek with soft kisses, pausing at his throat to nibble at the wet flesh. He ran his fingers through Marth’s drenched hair, “God, you taste so good.”

Marth couldn’t reply, he couldn’t even breathe. His chest suddenly felt tight, and his whole body was burning, lusting for Ike’s touch. After realizing how tightly he was gripping Ike’s back, he relaxed his grip, “I can’t believe you had the audacity to sully my lips with your touch.”

Ike grinned wolfishly, “That’s not the only thing I’m going to sully.” He had this urge to take Marth now, as fast as he could. His body ached to be inside the effeminate prince, but he didn’t want to rush things. He wanted to make this as enjoyable as possible.

Ike’s hand slithered down to brush against Marth’s ass, and the bluenette jumped at the light touch, his skin suddenly sensitive to every move Ike made.

Marth looked up into Ike’s eyes, which were bright with heady need. Ike nibbled at the prince’s ear and whispered, “I hope you’re ready for this, princess.”

Ike pushed one finger in, and Marth moaned, mostly in pain. It hurt. Why did it hurt? Was this some sort of torture?

Ike noticed Marth’s face scrunched in distress and immediately withdrew the finger, “You okay, princess?”

Marth breathed heavily, “Try not to be so rough, merc. It’s my first time.”

Ike gently kissed his nose, “Sorry. Didn’t expect you were a virgin.”

Before Marth could ask what he meant by that, Ike had pushed in his finger again, slowly, carefully.

Marth let out a lustful mewl that was definite NOT befitting of a prince, but he didn’t care. It still hurt, but the pleasure overpowered the pain.

“I…Iiikee,” Marth moaned, gripping Ike’s shoulder tighter.

Ike groaned; it was amazing how easily the Altean prince’s voice could turn him on. He was going to enjoy hearing the prince scream. He pushed in another finger and scissored the opening, no longer too worried about rushing things. He would take the bluenette now, he had to take him.

He eased his manhood in, eliciting more mewls from the petite prince. Marth nestled his face into Ike’s neck, “Ike… Ike…”

Pleasure was rolling into him like the waves of an ocean, so fast and so hard he was screaming without even noticing it, “Ike!!!”

His cum spilled out as he slumped against the Crimean mercenary’s body. Ike quickly drew himself out, “Marth?”

Marth let out a light snore, eyes closed in sleep.

Ike bit his lip to hold back a laugh. He gently brushed the wet bangs from Marth’s angelic face, wishing he were conscious so they could do it again.

It seemed like fucking Marth Lowell would become a habit of Ike’s.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Marth groaned as he slowly returned to consciousness. What had happened? He was in the shower and then…

“You’re awake. Took long enough, princess.”

Marth blinked, “Where am I?”

“My room. You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look.”

Marth rubbed his eyes, “What happened?” The shower, and then Ike… Ike approached him and then they… They…

His sleepiness vanished as he turned to Ike, pointing an accusatory finger, “You raped me!!!”

Ike raised an eyebrow, “It’s only rape if the other member is unwilling. I don’t recall you ever telling me to stop.”

Marth spluttered out incoherent sounds and finally managed to get a sentence out, “Why? Why did you have to do that?”

Ike sighed as he ran his fingers through his tousled hair, “I don’t know. I just… Had this urge.” He shrugged, “I guess I was just feeling really horny or something.”

Marth bit his lip, “So, it doesn’t really mean anything, right?” It wasn’t like he hadn’t enjoyed the sex. He just didn’t want to have that kind of a relationship with Ike… Did he? “It was just from the heat of the battle, and your, uh, hormones… Right?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“So… No one really saw us, and no harm done, right?”

“Yeah.”

Marth jumped out of the bed, glad to find that he was back in his armor again, “Umm, I should get back. I guess I’ll see you around.”

Ike nodded, but didn’t say anything as Marth headed for the door. Just as the bluenette was about to exit, Ike called out, “Hey, princess!”

Marth half-turned just in timed to see Ike toss him Falchion encased in it’s sheathe. Marth caught before it smacked him the face and waved with his free hand, “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Marth exited the room as fast as he could without looking flustered, wincing at the soreness of his butt, and hurried to his room where his two favorite princesses were waiting.

“Marth!!!” Peach shrieked, “I just heard that Ike carried you to his room!!! What happened?”

Marth winced at the shrillness of her voice, “Nothing happened. I just fainted in the showers, that’s all… The heat was a bit too much.”

Zelda rolled her eyes, “Peach, you over-react to everything. I swear, just because Ike is involved, you have to think the worst-case scenario.”

Peach huffed, “Well, excuse me for being concerned. I just like to look out for my friends.”

Marht rubbed his forehead, “Let’s not bicker, guys.” He plopped down onto his bed, and Peach cleared her throat, “Umm, you know, I also heard that there’s going to be a special party tomorrow.”

“Special how?”

“Well… It’s to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and they said they’d have a special surprise for couples so… I was wondering…”

Marth grunted impatiently, and Peach hurried with the rest, “Samus was looking for a date, and I told her that you’d be free.”

“Peach, you know, I’m not oriented that way. I just don’t find girls appealing.”

“Not in a romantic date, just to get to know each other. You know, as friends.”

Marth looked at Peach suspiciously, “You wouldn’t be planning something, would you?”

“Who me?” Peach said innocently, smiling as sweetly as she could.

“You’ve got this look in your eye… And I know what that means. You’re not gonna let me say no, are you?”

“You’re free to say no, if that’s what you want.” But her eyes told a different story.

Zelda coughed, “Well, that atmosphere is getting a little bit tense, I’m just gonna step out for a bit.”

Zelda walked out, and Marth and Peach stared at each other, neither one giving in, until Marth turned away, “Fine. I suppose it can’t hurt.” And it would help him forget about the little… thing with Ike.

Peach smiled broadly, “Fantastic. She’ll be so happy.”

“Because that’s what this is all about,” Marth said dryly, “Samus being happy.”

Peach beamed, “Of course.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna get some sleep…”

“Alright. I’m gonna go tell Samus the good news.”

Marth watched as Peach left and then laid down on the bed. Images of Ike filled his mind, and Marth quickly shook them out. Why was he thinking about him, of all people? Marth was a prince, and he did not have such sensual relationships with those of Ike’s status.

And yet, he couldn’t deny the attraction between them. Despite the fact that they were like fire and ice, they somehow fit together… It just felt right.

Which was precisely why Marth had agreed to go on the date. He had to forget about Ike, he had to stop thinking about him and keep their relationship platonic.

Because no matter what he felt in his heart, a romantic relationship between them just could not be.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

“So, the guy says, ‘Why are you even wearing a bra? It’s not like you have anything to fill it up.’ And then I told him, ‘Why are you wearing boxers? It’s not like you have anything to fill that up.’”

Marth laughed at Samus’ story, “Then what happened?”

Samus grinned, “He didn’t like that, so he tried to punch me. Course, he was one the floor before he could blink.”

Marth laughed again, and actually was starting to feel comfortable within Samus’ presence. She was funny, sweet, and attractive, everything a straight guy could want. But she wasn’t what Marth wanted. He wanted a certain blue-haired mercenary…

No, he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Ike. It was why he went on this date in the first place… He started cutting a piece of steak, “So, I wonder what’s taking so long for the show to begin.”

Samus glanced at the stage, which was still blocked off by curtains, “Yeah… I wonder what kind of show they’ve got in store for us.”

“I hope it’s something better than last year.” Marth drank down another glass of wine. He’d probably regret it later, but whatever.

Samus leaned in, piqued, “What did they do last year?”

Last year’s Valentine Party had been similar to this year’s. It had taken place at Smashville, which had been decorated according to the Valentine theme. Tables and chairs had been set up to accommodate the couples that were attending, and a special dinner was served, also following the Valentine-ness. Last year’s dinner had been spaghetti with heart shaped meatballs with pink lemonade. Dessert had been strawberry ice-cream topped with melted fudge and little red, white, pink, heart-shaped sprinkles. Although the meal had been top of the line, the show was… less than satisfactory. It had been a last minute thing, since the original shows main dancer had caught a bad flu and was unable to perform. So Mr. Game and Watch had gone up and tried a stand-up comedy, but he was so nervous, the entire show was a total failure.

“Huh. Poor Game and Watch. No wonder he doesn’t come out often.”

“Yeah.” The lights dimmed, and Snake walked out onto the front of the stage, dressed smartly in a tux, his hair slicked back with liberal amounts of gel. He cleared his throat and muttered into the mic, “Testing…” Feedback screeched through the room, and Snake uncomfortably tugged at his tie as he shook around the mic, “Well, ladies and gentlemen. I’m glad to see many of you here for our Valentine Bash!!! I hope you enjoy the show!!!”

The curtains pulled open, and Marth was stunned to see Ike standing there, dressed in a blue dress shirt that complemented his eyes and hair quite nicely, and black dress pants, and shoes.

Music began playing on the speakers, and Ike sang into the mic.

“My insides are turned to ash… so slow…”

Marth was surprised by the quality of Ike’s voice; it was lilting, harmonious, really quite pleasing to the ear.

“And blew away as I collapsed, so cold.”

Samus tapped Marth’s hand and whispered, “Let’s dance!”

“What?”

“A black wind took them from sight… And now the darkness over day, that night.”

Samus pulled Marth to his feet and placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist. She smiled, “You do know how to dance, right?”

Marth finished his refilled wine just before she dragged him up, “Uh…”

“And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied…”

Samus spun him closer to the stage, swinging with the beat and soon the other couples followed suit.

“But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing…”

Marth grinned as he passed by Zelda and Peach, who were dancing with their respective partners, Link and Mario.

“I used to be my own protection… But not now. ‘Cause my path has lost direction, somehow…”

Marth swayed with the music, following Samus as she gracefully moved around him. As he spun around, he looked up and saw Ike staring down directly at him.

“A black wind took you away, from sight. And held darkness over day, that night.”

Marth felt trapped underneath that azure gaze, locked into place by the intensity of Ike’s eyes.

“And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied. And the ground below colder, as they put you down inside. But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing.”

Samus turned again, and Marth reluctantly tore himself away. Samus laughed, “Having fun?”

Marth nodded and tried to smile, but glanced back, wanted to sneak another look of Ike.

“So now you’re gone, and I was wrong. I never knew what it was like to be alone…”

Ike’s voice reached a crescendo, “On a valentine’s day!!!”

“On a valentine’s day!!!”

“On a valentine’s day!!! (I used to be own protection) On a valentine’s day!!! (But not now).”

“On a valentine’s day!!! (Cause my mind has lost direction) On a valentine’s day!!! (Somehow).”

“On a valentine’s day!!! (I used to be own protection) On a valentine’s day!!! (But not now).”

“On a valentine’s day!!! (Cause my mind has lost direction) On a valentine’s day!!!

(Somehow).”

The music faded out, and Ike bowed as the crowd cheered, and the curtains descended as Snake returned, “Well, a fantastic performance by Ike!!! A round of applause. Now for our next piece… Let’s here it for… Pit!!!”

The curtains opened again, and Ike had been replaced by the young angel, who smiled cheerily at his audience. He was dressed similarly to Ike, except his shirt was a pale yellow, and he also wore a tie.

“Stupid Cupid you're a real mean guy, I'd like to clip your wings off so you can't fly.”

“I am in love and it's a crying shame. And I know that you're the one to blame!”

“Hey hey, set me free. Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me.”

“I can't do my homework and I can't think straight. I meet him every morning, 'bout a half past eight.”

“I'm actin' like a lovesick fool. You even got me carryin' his books to school.”

“Hey hey, set me free. Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me.”

“You mixed me up for good right from the very start. Hey, go play Robin Hood, with somebody else's heart.”

“You've got me jumpin' like a crazy clown, and I don't feature what you're putting down.”

“Since I kissed his loving lips of wine, the thing that bothers me is that I like it fine.”

“Hey hey, set me free. Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me.”

“You've got me jumpin' like a crazy clown, and I don't feature what you're putting down.”

“Since I kissed his loving lips of wine, the thing that bothers me is that I like it fine.”

“Hey, hey. Set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.”

“Hey, hey. Set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.”

The song ended, and Pit waved as everyone applauded. As Marth clapped, he wondered how he could relate with the speaker of the song. All because of this infatuation… No it was more than infatuation. He couldn’t deny it.

He was falling in love.

Ridiculous, impossible, but it was still happening. He was in love with that brute, the Crimean merc. Marth flushed red when he remembered their earlier…

Hot, sweaty, wet…

Samus looked at him with concerned eyes, “You alright? You look really red?”

Marth blinked and coughed, “Uh, I think too much wine. Need some air.” He quickly walked away towards the nearest balcony, which was slick with moisture from the fog earlier, and shut out the sounds of the party behind him. He sighed as the cool air and silence surrounded him, and he allowed himself to relax.

Is this what being in love was like? The have your mind cluttered with so many thoughts of the one you loved that you couldn’t think straight, see straight, and at times, you were completely cut off from reality.

Marth didn’t understand how it could’ve happened so quickly. One day he hated Ike’s guts and then next…

Marth sighed and rested his chin on his hand.

“Nice night, huh?”

Marth turned and gaped when he saw Ike standing behind him, leaning casually against the doorway. He hadn’t even heard the mercenary sneak up on him, “Don’t scare people like that.”

“Sorry. That wasn’t my inclination.”

Marth tore his eyes away from the merc, “That was a n excellent performance you gave out there. I didn’t know you could sing.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“I’m sure.”

“…Why did you come here with Samus?” Ike asked lightly, “She asked you?”

Marth smiled inwardly; could Ike possibly be… jealous? Ha, as if… “No, I asked her. She’s really quite nice.”

“Uhuh. I didn’t think she was your type.”

“Well, then, it seemed like there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“It would seem so.”

Marth blinked as his vision blurred; it seemed like the win was kicking in. He never could drink too much of alcohol, and tonight, it seemed he went a little over the top. Oh, dear, he was starting to feel a tad bid too tipsy. He leaned over in an attempt to clear his mind, but it didn’t quite work.

“Uh, that’s a little danger-”

“Wha?” Marth turned too quickly and lost his footing.

He fell.

It happened so fast. Ike reached and managed to grab him, but the momentum also dragged him over the balcony.

Before he knew, Marth was on the ground, pretty much uninjured, thanks to the soft landing. He frowned; he should’ve hit hard, cold ground, not something soft.

A groan came from beneath, and Marth quickly rolled off, “Omigosh!”

Ike winced as he tried to sit up, “I think you crushed my pelvis.”

“I’m so sorry!!!” Marth bit his lip, “Really.”

“Just don’t lean on balconies any time soon, princess. I might not be there to save you next time.”

Marth leaned in closer, “Where does it hurt?”

Ike pulled Marth in closer, dragging his arm over his pelvic bone, “Here.”

Marth could feel Ike breathing, draw in his heat, inhale his scent. God, there were so close.

Ike moved Marth’s arm to his sternum, “Here.” Marht could feel Ike’s hard muscles beneath the ruined button-up shirt, and flushed red when he remembered just how godly Ike had looked when he was naked. Boy, was he glad it was dark…

Ike pulled Marth’s hand over his heart, “Here.”

Marth felt Ike’s heart beat into his hand and felt his face burn, “Well, uh, I wonder why… It shouldn’t be hurting anywhere near there. Unless you’ve got a weak heart.”

Ike reached up and cupped Marth’s chin, “Because I want you, but I can’t have you.”

Marth blinked at the sudden confession, “You… what?”

“Do I have to repeat everything, princess?”

Marth blushed, “Well… Well, it’s just… I… well…”

Ike yanked Marth down and crushed his lips against the Altean prince’s. Marth felt his toes curl as he felt Ike’s passion, his heat.

Marth shivered when he felt Ike’s warm touch on his own icy skin, “Well… maybe there is a way for you to get what you want.”

Unbeknownst to the two swordsmen, Samus was hiding in the bushes not too far away, witnessing all that had occurred.

“Oh, Marth…”

And here comes the drama. Of course, there’s always been lots of drama, but here comes that frustrating “OMIGOD YOU IDIOT” kind of drama.

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