[SSBM] Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two [Chapter Seven]

[themartikaminna]

Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 6342 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Marth/Roy
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): Marth and Roy make out, there's some implied handjob stuffs (BUT NO DETAILS).
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers Melee. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo. No profit is being made from this story, it's just for fun. Stephen Alvarez, Nicholas Ryan Pickel/Nicholas Leon Redfield, and Gary Stu Wesker are original characters created by me for this story. "Dragostea Din Tei", "Dragostea Din Tei (English version)", "Far Away", "Broken", "Spiritualized", and "White Houses" belong to O-Zone (both Dragostea versions), Nickelback, Lindsey Haun, Hikaru Midorikawa, and Vanessa Carlton, respectively.
Notes: This was written from January 7th and 8th, took a long hiatus, and was worked on from January 20th to the 21st. It took a while.

"Has anyone seen Roy?"

Peach looked up from making a cake to see a semi-disheveled Marth in the kitchen doorway.

"No," the blonde princess said. "I haven't seen him since five this morning. He asked for tea, and then went back upstairs."

Marth thought for a moment.

"Did he say where he was going?"

Peach placed the cake into the oven and wiped her hands on a towel.

"He didn't mention anything, no." 

Marth thanked her and left the kitchen, walking instead to the corridor that lead to the stairs of the second floors of The Manse. Placing a hand on the banister and a foot on the bottom step, he thought of all the places Roy would go on a Sunday morning. Picking one of the possible places (and there were quite a few), the pajama-bedecked prince briskly walked up the stairs and went through the left door--the door that lead to the male dormitories.  

He walked through the open door to his room, opened the middle drawer of his dresser, and searched for something more suitable to wear. Finding a white dress shirt half-buttoned up (probably from his uniform, one would guess) and jeans, he pulled off his periwinkle coloured PJ top and folded it neatly for later use. Pulling his head through the clean shirt and letting the cloth bunch up around his neck, he slipped out of his bottoms and nearly tripped over the pant leg. Regaining his balance, he grabbed a pair of jeans from the back of his chair, disentangled himself from the silken pants, and slipped the denim pants on, all the while the door was half -open; Marth knew someone would possibly barge in, but he didn't care--he was decent, for the most part anyway--and got his arms through the arm holes in his shirt. He was too lazy to find some suitable footwear and instead slipped back into his slippers. Closing the drawer and placing his sleepwear neatly on his bed, he walked out the door, exited the dorms, and walked up the single stairwell across from the dorms to the third floor, which housed a rather large library. 

He looked through the rectangular shaped window in the door and saw no one was in there (that he could see, anyway, as his line of sight wasn't very large), but he decided to enter anyway. Roy had a habit of hiding behind one of the bookcases with a large stack of books in his hands and several more under his arm. 

It was warm and cozy in the library--Master Hand decided it would be good to actually use the fireplace--and Marth idly walked through the various bookshelves to find the red head.

"Roy?" Marth called, standing still for a minute so he could hear some sort of response easily. He received none and so he kept walking.

As Marth figured, Roy was hiding behind one of the shelves with his arms wrapped around several tomes of indecipherable titles, looking for another good read amongst the several thousand books lining the Pledge-scented shelves.

"Roy." Marth stopped beside the end of the bookcase, a smirk on his face. "Knew I'd find you here."

Roy looked up from his book search to stare at the blue haired swordsman and smiled.

"Of course you'd find me here," Roy said, balancing the tomes against the shelf ledge so he wouldn't drop them. "I don't go anywhere else on a Sunday, you know." 

Roy plucked another book from the shelf and added it to his growing pile before deciding that was enough for that moment. Roy walked over to Marth and gestured over to the long table with several chairs by the fireplace.

"'S where I'm sitting, so you're welcome to join me if you want." Roy walked over to the aforementioned table and Marth followed, interested to find out just what Roy did up in the library, exactly. Roy sighed as he sat down on the seat right in front of the fireplace, the seat catching on the rug at first. Marth noticed Roy's chair was partially sideways but decided to ignore it as best as he could. Sitting down next to him, Marth could see the titles of the books better, though he couldn't understand what any of them meant. Roy cracked open one of the books and set it next to another already opened tome, along with a notebook filled with what looked like notes for something. 

"Does this have anything to do with school?" Marth asked, head resting on his forearm. Roy removed his reading glasses from the neck of his shirt and put them on.

"No, actually," Roy replied. "It has nothing to do with school."

That piqued Marth's interest.

"I figured that since the titles were all in a foreign language that it was for, say, Japanese class or something," Marth reasoned, leaning back in his chair. "Though I don't recall Mewtwo giving us homework..."

"That's because he didn't," Roy answered, flipping through pages in yet another book. "And the books are all in Elibean, which would explain why you can't read them." Roy's eyes scanned a page and stopped on an interesting segment of text, which he copied down in another language--different from Elibean, Marth noticed--albeit a bit sloppily. The only language from Elibe Marth could understand, from what he had heard from Roy, was "Sacaean", which was like a semi-watered down version of Alteaen. Marth figured Roy was translating it from the common tongue of Elibe to something easier for him to understand. 

"So what exactly is all of this stuff?" Marth questioned, gesturing to the three large piles of books by Roy's idle hand.

Roy placed his pen in the nook of the book where the pages connected to the spine and faced him. Roy didn't like having conversations when he wasn't looking at the person he was conversing with.

"Ah...it's basically about the Human-Dragon Wars Elibe had some thousand years ago," Roy explained, turning slightly in his chair so he had a better view of Marth. "And the things that went with it. I'm especially interested in the whole dragon thing."

Marth sat sideways in his seat, arm resting on the back of the chair, one leg crossed over the other.

"...Why is it that every time I see you here you're doing more and more research on Dragons?" Marth asked. "There's nothing particularly interesting about them, unless there's something I missed."

Roy smiled.

"There are some things you still don't know about me, you know," Roy said, fully turning in his seat, and leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

Marth caught the playful air about the red head and smirked.

"Oh?" Marth said, dramatically raising his tone. "Like what?"

Roy shrugged.

"Like about my whole entire family, select things about myself...and hobbies outside of the sword, computers, and you." Roy smirked at the last part, and Marth's cheeks flushed a bit. 

Clearing his throat, Marth leaned forward so he was at eye level with the general.

"Then enlighten me, General Roy."

Roy placed a finger over Marth's lips and he grinned mischievously.

"Eventually," Roy said. "I think you should meet my family first."

Marth leaned back and raised an eyebrow.

"You're making it sound like you have a large family."

Roy shrugged.

"There are lots of people I consider 'family' that aren't blood related. Like Marcus."

Marth had heard brief mentioning of him before, but nothing in extreme detail. Marth gestured with his hand for Roy to continue. 

"Well," Roy said, "I basically grew up with him. He's one of my father's vassals--his most trusted one, might I add--and he looked after me when I was a kid, taught me the sword, told me embarrassing stories about my father...you know. He's...he's a, uh, father figure, I guess. I used to call him 'Uncle Marcus'."

Marth snickered. "Why'd you stop?"

Roy shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I just kind of grew up."

Marth shrugged.

"I would hope so. You don't act like you're five..."

"So I've been told," Roy replied.

"Yes, well, you don't act like you're fifteen, either," Marth argued, crossing his arms. "You act like a twenty year old."

Roy snorted, and turned in his seat so he was facing the table.

"I've been told that, too. Many times, in fact. I think you kind of have to when you're thrust into the middle of a war and you have to lead an army." 

Marth moved his chair over so he was closer to Roy.

"So you've told me," Marth murmured in Roy's ear, and the latter shivered, even though it was about seventy five in the room. Marth traced a mark on Roy's right shoulder blade, which caused Roy to shiver again and Marth to thrust a hand under the back of Roy's shirt.

"And I inquired about this" --this being the spot on Roy's shoulder blade he was fingering--"about a month ago, and you said you'd explain all that soon, and you never did."

Roy removed his reading glasses. The mythologies concerning Elibe could wait.

"When was that?" Roy asked, allowing himself to be pulled into Marth's arms. Marth pondered for a moment.

"I said last month, didn't I?"

Roy pouted.

"What were we doing that led you to ask that question?" 

Marth shrugged.

"I think we were showering together."

Roy turned slightly in Marth's embrace so he was sort of facing the bluenette.

"You shrug too much," Roy stated.

"And you're avoiding the question," Marth said, kissing Roy's forehead.

"I am not!" Roy said, disentangling his arms, and wrapped them around Marth's neck.

"Then tell me," Marth ordered, staring straight into Roy's eyes. 

Roy sighed.

"It's...well, I really don't know, to be quite honest."

Marth quirked an eyebrow.

"Huh?" Marth was confused, which was an understatement.

Roy laughed nervously.

"Yeah, I know, it makes no sense. My father always said it was a birthmark, but I've never heard of anything looking like what I have. It looks more like a tattoo or a brand than a birthmark, if you want the truth."

Marth sat back in his chair after letting Roy go.

"Maybe your father knows something about it and isn't telling you?"

It was Roy's turn to shrug.

"I could ask him, but he probably won't say anything." Roy went back to his notes, and Marth just sat there and stared. 

"I always knew you were the reading type," Marth said. "I could just tell."

Roy chuckled.

"I practically grew up in a library. My father likes to read, so I guess I was kind of brought up on it."

Marth's head leaned against his forearm once again.

"Is he also the one you got your interest in Dragons and mythology from?"

"Uh huh," Roy said, turning the page. "Though his interests mostly lie in Dragons now, for some weird reason. I think one of his lovers was part Dragon or something."

Roy could sense Marth's stare.

"What?" the red head asked, his focus still on the book he was reading.

"I thought you said your father only loved one woman?" 

Roy closed the book and placed it on the smaller of the three piles.

"Doesn't mean he didn't have suitors."

Marth spotted the loophole in Roy's storytelling and wanted all the information he could get from it.

"You specifically told me your grandfather had no interest in setting your father up on blind dates."

Roy sighed and placed a hand on Marth's shoulder.

"Must you know everything?"

Marth smirked.

"Oh yes. I must. Your family fascinates me." Marth kissed Roy's cheek. "And you brought it up."

"My mother was Ilian," Roy said, closing his notebook.

"...Does your father tell you anything? Like, stories about when he was younger and such?" 

Roy had gotten up by this time and was pushing his chair in.

"...He keeps his past a complete secret," Roy replied sarcastically. "He just doesn't like to talk about it much. Marcus told me a lot about it, though, so I guess it's okay."

Marth grabbed Roy's wrists and pinned them to the edge of the table.

"Marth!" Roy said, his face a light pink. "Someone might see."

The red head ended up falling on top of the wooden table, and Marth nudged one of Roy's legs aside so he could be half-way between them.

"Roy, everyone avoids the library like it's tuberculosis."

Roy sat up as much as he could, his wrists still pinned to the table.

"Zelda is a frequent visitor, and I don't want her to see us in such a compromising--"

Roy's protests stopped when Marth captured Roy's lips in a passionate kiss. 

"Am I interrupting something?"

Roy nearly pushed Marth out the window, or would have if said window was opened.

Zelda, Hylian folklore in hand, stood in the back exit of the library with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Uh...no! No, you weren't interrupting anything at all!" Roy said, a bit too fast and a bit too high. Marth picked himself off the floor and nodded overenthusiastically.

"Come on, Marth," Roy said, grabbing the bluenette's hand, "we're going to Link's practises. Bye Zelda!"

Before Zelda could do or say anything, Roy had dragged Marth out of the library and off to find Link. 

- - - 

"Hey, that's not fair!" Link threw down his controller and was ready to throw something, preferably his younger half.

"It so is!" the younger Link replied, getting in Link's face.

"I specifically said no wavedashing."

Young Link stuck out his tongue. "Just because you can't wavedash doesn't mean you have to take it out on me. I won fair and square and you know it." 

The door to their room opened and Roy and Marth stood on the other side, Roy's hand still on the doorknob.

"I feel as if I just walked into the Twilight Zone," Roy said, walking into the room Young Link and Link shared. He shielded his eyes from the blind-less windows and Marth squinted at the older Hylian.

"Haven't you heard of blinds?" Marth asked, holding his hand above his eyes like a visor. Link shrugged and glared as Young Link crawled over to the Gamecube games bin, pulling random games out in search of a specific one.

"Back in Kokiri Forest, we didn't have blinds. Or shades, for that matter. Just curtains," Link said.

"But Kokiri Forest was in the shade," Young Link corrected. "That's why we never had them."

Link shrugged. "Whatever, mini-me."

Young Link sighed and ceased rummaging through the games bin.

"Okay, older me, 'fess up. Where'd you hide it?" 

Link pretended he had no idea what his "younger brother" was talking about.

"Where'd I hide what?"

Young Link placed his hands on his hips.

"Only my favourite game in the entire world."

Link deadpanned.

"Oh yes," he said in a rather unenthusiastic tone. "That. It's at the bottom." 

Link stood up and walked over to where the Fire Emblem boys were while Young Link at last found The Wind Waker.

"So! Are we up for some practising?" the blond asked as he pushed Marth and Roy out of his bedroom and closed the door behind them.

"On a Sunday?" Roy asked, pulling his cellphone out. He flipped it open to see he had seven missed calls.

"Well yeah," Link replied. "I mean, it's kind of the only day we have to practise. Tomorrow's the auditions and then after that's the show."

Marth nodded his head. "He has a point, you know."

Roy was scrolling through his "missed calls" list when he overheard something about "auditions". He closed the cover of his cellphone and pocketed it.

"Wait, the auditions are tomorrow?"

Link sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Yes. Which is why we need to practise."

Marth and Roy had never seen Link so serious. 

Young Link opened the door and poked his head out.

"Speaking of practise," the boy said, "we have try-outs for the Tournament, too."

Link shoved Young Link back inside the room and closed the door.

"We can worry about that afterwards."

Roy looked at Marth and then at Link.

"But the Tournament's more important than some stupid talent show," Roy argued, crossing his arms. Link waved a hand to dismiss what Roy said.

"I'm going with Roy on this one," Marth said. "The Talent Show can be done at some other point."

Link pouted.

"But think of the box of Cheez-Its!" 

Link shouted after the quickly retreating backs of Marth and Roy, who had had enough of his babbling.

- - - 

"Aah," Roy said, arms crossed behind his head as he walked through the courtyard. The flowers were no longer in bloom, but it was a sunny day out and Roy wouldn't miss the opportunity to spend some time with nature.

"They call this the 'Garden of Love'," Marth stated, looking at his surroundings. "Probably because everyone pretty much met their lovers here, I guess."

Roy spotted the fountain that spilled out into a tiny pond near the back of the garden, where it was also most secluded due to the amount of bushes and hedges surrounding the area. He sat on the built-in ledge, avoiding the tiny puddles on it from the back-splash. Marth sat next to him.

"You've gotta admit," Marth said. "This is pretty romantic." He wrapped an arm around Roy's waist and pulled him closer.

"Was it right of us to just blow Link off like that? He's really psyched about the Talent Show, and he expects us to be there..."

Marth shrugged.

"I'm not quite sure."

Roy laced his fingers with Marth's.

"He'll end up dragging us into the Battle of the Bands thing, so we might as well just do this. It'll all be over soon. And who knows? We might win."

"We were in second last year," Marth said. "How the heck did Gary win?"

Roy shrugged. "I have no idea." 

Roy rested his head against Marth's shoulder.

"...You'll probably win," Marth said, looking at the withered remains of the rose bush. Roy snorted.

"What makes you think that?" the red head asked.

"Well," Marth began, "you're talented, and you never stop singing, for one."

Roy playfully shoved Marth.

"Oh please," he said. "If you tried hard enough, you'd probably have me beat."

Marth would have snorted if he wasn't the upstanding and dignified prince he was raised from birth to be. Instead, he did something that sounded like a laugh and a cough in one.

They stared at each other.

"And then watch," Roy said. "Link will, by some freak miracle, win with his bad techno or his Backstreet Boys or whatever."

It was Marth's turn to playfully shove Roy.

"Be nice, Roy." 

A shoving match then commenced, because Marth and Roy were that bored and Roy bet that he could shove Mr. I Weigh Nothing into the fountain with no effort.

SPLASH.

"Roy!"

Well, it didn't take as long as he thought. And, as it turned out, the fountain was rather deep.

"Oh come now, Marth," the red haired swordsman said, smirking. "It's only water. It won't kill your hair or anything."

Marth spat some water out and made a face. Fountain water...eww. Or that was what Marth thought, anyway.

"I never mentioned to you that I can't swim, did I?"

Roy sighed. "Marth, the water isn't that deep. Give me your hand, and I'll pull you to your feet." 

Marth offered his hand for Roy to grab onto so he could be pulled out, albeit dripping wet and not very happy. Roy grabbed onto it, though Marth's hand slipped out of his grasp several times due to the fact that it was dripping wet and kind of slippery, but he managed to grab a hold of it.

Roy braced his legs against the wall of the fountain and pulled, and though Marth wasn't considered heavy by any means, he was still facing some difficulties.

It was at that moment that Marth pulled on Roy--who weighed less than Marth even when wet--and Roy lost his balance and ended up falling on top of Marth. 

It was the oldest trick in the book, and Roy fell for it.

Roy gasped for air and glared at Marth, who was laughing his head off.

"Marth..."

"You deserved it, Roy."

Roy smirked when he noticed the position they were both in, and pushed him up against the centrepiece.

"Roy," Marth said, "someone might see us."

Roy didn't care, and neither did Marth for that matter, but he just wanted to use Roy's own words against him.

"You do realise that the shrubbery alone will keep us secluded, not to mention all the trees and hedge fences."

"Yes," Marth said. "I do realise it."

Roy grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Then kiss me." 

Marth leaned forward and captured Roy's lips in a rather passionate kiss, leaning forward enough so that Roy was leaning against the fountain ledge and Marth was on top of him, arms on either side of the red head beneath him.

"Why hello there, loverboys."

Roy nearly shoved Marth into the fountain statue, and Marth had almost bitten Roy's tongue before being shoved off.

Roy rolled onto his stomach and Marth came up next to him to see a certain blond swordsman with his arms crossed and the goofiest grin on his face.

"Link..." Marth said, a rough blush on his face. "What did you see?"

Link giggled.

"Oh nothing except your fingers trying to undo Roy's belt. Now...we have to practise for the Talent Show, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Follow me." Link gestured for them to follow him, and so the two sopping wet Fire Emblem boys pulled themselves out of the fountain and followed the blond like ducklings follow their mother. 

- - - 

"Whoever heard of going to school on a Sunday?" Roy asked, burying his hands deeper into his "Super Smash Bros. Melee est. 2001" hoodie pockets. Marth involuntarily shivered when a rather cold gust of wind smacked them in the faces.

"I've heard of going to Church on a Sunday," Marth said. "But not school."

"Stop complaining," Link said, carrying a few things in his hands. "This is the only place I could get for our rehearsals, so stop yammering about it."

"We're not complaining," Roy said, headphones placed around his neck. "We just think it's sort of odd. Now I really won't know what day it is..."

Marth patted Roy on the back.

"Link never knows what day it is, either," Marth said in an attempt to cheer Roy up. "But that's more because he doesn't really care." 

They arrived at Melee Academy, which was unlit on the inside except for the main entrance hallway and the auditorium. The occasional student entering and exiting the building was seen, and Link opened the door, pushed it as far as it could go with his elbow, nearly plowed into one unsuspecting student who looked suspiciously like Gary Stu Wesker, and somehow made it into the auditorium in one piece and without dropping anything. Roy and Marth just stood there as the door closed in front of them, pondering on how Link could selectively multi-task. Deciding they didn't want to know, Roy opened the door for himself and Marth, and basked in the warmth the building's ancient heating system provided for them. 

Upon entering the auditorium, they saw a group of girls in non-Melee Academy uniforms giggling over a magazine in the front row seats, Link setting up all the equipment necessary to make their performances "extremely awesome" (in Link's exact words); a group of seniors wearing baseball caps and wife beaters turned sideways, tattoos drawn on their skin with Sharpie; a boy sitting at the piano practising what sounded like "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton; and someone with what appeared to be a plastic lightsabre.

"I thought this was a closed rehearsal," Marth whispered to Roy, who just shrugged his shoulders and walked down the slightly sloped floor to where Link was, leaving Marth by himself. 

"Zee oh em gee!" one of the girls shouted, pointing at the Alteaen prince. "Is that Marth?!"

The other girls' heads quickly turned to face Marth, who did nothing but blink a few times.

This is what happens when you're famous, Marth thought, ignoring the legions of girls trying to abduct him and/or get into his pants, and walked as quickly as possible over to Roy.

"You'd think we'd be used to the fangirls," Roy said nonchalantly; Link let out a cry of frustration at the CD player.

"Why isn't this thing working?"

Roy pushed Link aside and cracked his knuckles. "Watch and learn, my friend. You have to smack it to get it to work."

Roy made a fist and slammed it down onto the top of the CD player, shaking the table and the objects on it. He pressed "play" and it began playing "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-Zone at the loudest volume allotted.

"There," Roy said, turning the volume on it down. "It works fine now. Sometimes you just have to give it a smacking every now and then."

Link stared at the possibly-half-broken stereo and then at the red head.

"Who told you that?"

Roy smiled. "Zelda did. She's had to do it enough times with the stereo. Don't worry, though; she's already broken it." 

That didn't seem to make Link feel any better. 

- - - 

"I have loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long..."

Link, clipboard in hand, was scribbling random things down on it, such as track numbers, pitch, volume settings, microphone positions, whether one preferred a headset or a mic...useless things to anyone unless your name was Link Mekkai of Hyrule. He was half-listening to Roy's rendition of a Nickelback song, because he had heard it sung by him several times before (mostly in the shower), and so he knew how it sounded.

Roy hit a sour note, but continued on as if nothing happened, and Marth cringed. If he had to sit through this one more time, he was going to scream and possibly chuck the nearest object and the wall. 

The song ended and no one clapped or cheered because they were all off in their own little worlds, and Roy didn't really care about the applause anyway. He wiped the sweat off his brow and placed the microphone onto the stand.

"So how was I?" Roy asked, walking over to the edge of the stage. Link was mouthing the words to another song playing on his Nintenpod.

"When you're broken in a million little pieces..."

"Link!" Roy shouted, jumping off the stage and landing next to the oblivious teen. He pulled the headphones away from the blond's elven ear. "Is anyone home?"

Link jumped slightly and turned the song off.

"Don't do that to me, Roy! What're trying to do, give me a heart attack?"

Roy sighed.

"You're hopeless, Link. Now...how was I?"

"You were fine. I've said this countless other times." 

"You hit a sour note," Marth added, walking over to the two teens. "But other than that, it was fine."

Roy smiled. "Thanks, Marth."

"All right, Marthy," Link said, switching out CDs. "Which song do you want to do?"

None of them, Marth thought, but said, "Um...'Spiritualized', I guess." Marth wasn't in the mood to sing, and you had to be in 'the zone' otherwise you would sound like crap, but Marth Lowell did not care. He wanted to get it over with, and quickly.

"You realise there's some Japanese in there--"

"Yes," Marth said, climbing onto the stage (no one ever used the stairs). "I'm well aware of that minor fact, Link. Just start the thing."

Link waited for Marth to grab the mic from the stand before pressing play, although that wasn't really necessary since the song had a thirty second long intro, but whatever. Link had only heard the song once or twice, so he didn't remember if there was an intro or not.

In fact, the only reason Link even had the song was because Roy suggested it, and it was techno-ish. 

"Goodbye, cruel world

Blow your mind game

Goodbye, fresh dead

I feel your pain."

Link cocked an eyebrow, and Roy looked at the lyric sheet.

"This song makes no sense whatsoever," Roy declared after reading two stanzas. Link agreed.

"What possessed Marth to pick this song?" Roy asked, and Link shrugged.

"It was in English?" Link suggested, and Roy just looked at him.

"I hope he knows that there's nothing wrong with singing in another language." 

"Erabareta kagayaki erabareta kanashimi

Erabareta nikushimi erabareta doukoku

Erabareta renmin erabareta saisan

Erabareta shukusei erabareta zanzou."

"Oh, that's just annoying," Link said, but it wasn't directed towards the song. The fangirls, peeved at the lack of attention the boys were giving them, began throwing various things at Link for whatever reason.

"Why're they throwing stuff at you?" Roy asked, watching a full bag of popcorn sailing through the air and towards Link's head.

"Heck if I know!" Link replied, catching the aforementioned popcorn and munching on it. "Mmm, extra butter..." 

The song cut out and Marth was tempted to throw the microphone at the fangirls. Instead, he placed it gently and meticulously on the stand and jumped off the stage to join the others.

"Better they're chucking things at you than at me," Marth said, stealing some of Link's popcorn.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Link asked, and Marth grinned evilly.

"Karma hurts, doesn't it, Linky?"

Link shot him a glare and switched out the CDs once again, placing a green coloured one into the player and slamming the top closed.

"Just press play, it's the first track on the thing," Link said as he jumped onto the stage. 

Roy pressed "play", and Link took out a remote from him pants pocket. Pressing a button combination, the lights dimmed and the spotlight turned to Link. Pocketing the remote, Link did some dance that involved shaking his chest and his rear, which kind of reminded Marth and Roy of Shakira in some weird and disturbing way.

"Hello, Salute, it’s me, your Duke

And I made something that’s real

To show you how I feel," Link sang, making some elaborate gestures that could be taken as sexual in nature. Roy's eye twitched and Marth tried very hard to not laugh out loud at Link making an ass out of himself. 

Link swung around the microphone stand, and while doing so, pressed a button on his headset that caused the lights to flash as if they were at a Rave. Gary broke out into a seizure, and the fangirls suddenly appeared on stage as the backup singers and dancers.

Marth was trying really hard to contain himself, and Roy had given up a long time ago. 

"When you leave my colors fade to gray

Hey, little lover stay

Or all my colors fade away

Every word of love I used to say

Now I paint it everyday."

Link started breakdancing, doing handstands and weird things with his legs, and then got on his feet and began doing a made up form of dance that resembled Irish Step Dancing. Nicholas was dancing in his seat, Stephen was half-asleep, and Gary was foaming at the mouth and on the ground from the still blinking lights.

Marth was gasping for air, and Roy's face was as red as his hair from laughing so hard.

"I... I think I just... peed a little..." Roy said in between giggling and snorting. 

The song ended and Link did a backflip, landing in a split and pyrotechnics went off in the background. Link had outdone himself this time. 

Link walked off the stage and over to the stereo. Popping the cover open, he removed the CD and placed it in his CD wallet, zipped the cover up, and placed it in his duffel bag with an assortment of other crap. He looked around and didn't see Marth or Roy anywhere, shrugged, and decided to go to the third floor of the new building to change for cheerleading practise. 

- - - 

"Marth...oh Elimine..."

Marth nipped at the boy's collar bone and drank in all the little gasps and sighs Roy made. Roy's hand dropped to the back of Marth's head and the bluenette went further down; nimble fingers fell to Roy's belt and Marth slowly undid it. It wasn't like they were going to be disturbed on a Sunday afternoon in the boys' bathroom. He could take all the time he wanted.

Marth rose once again, unzipping Roy's pants and pulling at the elastic of his boxer shorts. Roy's face was flushed and his breathing was heavy and quick. Marth gently bit Roy's lower lip and pulled on it slightly as he pressed up against Roy.

"M-Marth..." Roy said in between gasps. Who knew Marth was so good with his hands? 

Roy let out a jagged gasp and grinded against Marth's rough hand, all the while Marth was kissing and sucking Roy's neck. 

"How many times must I walk in on you two before my mind gets the message that "weird noises equals sex"?"

Marth froze and Roy almost pulled a little too hard on Marth's tongue.

"L-Link!" Roy said, and turned redder than his hair. Seeing where Marth's hand was, he turned so Marth obscured Link's line of sight.

"Marth," Roy whispered, "get your hand out of my underpants."

Marth quickly complied and Roy struggled to quickly do his pants back up, not caring that his shirt was half off and his hoodie was hanging on one of the bathroom stall hooks.

Link sighed and crossed his arms.

"Still don't understand why you couldn't wait until we got home." 

Marth pulled away from Roy and sheepishly grinned.

"It was spur-of-the-moment, I swear," Marth said, grabbing Roy's hoodie and throwing it at him. "He's quite the hornball, you know."

Roy glared. "Oh really? You're the one who undid my pants and--"

Marth placed a hand over Roy's mouth and laughed nervously.

"I really don't care who started it. You shouldn't do it in the bathroom, anyway. You'll get herpes or something! ...Now if you'll excuse me, I need to change for cheerleading practise. You two can go back home, and tell Peach I won't be back for dinner." 

Marth and Roy had never been so happy to get out of the bathroom. 

- - - 

Roy had a cup of ramen sitting on his desk, steam pouring from it, chopsticks stuck in the pile of noodles precariously. He had five word processor windows opened, twelve NIM conversations going on at one time, five internet browser tabs opened to various procrastination-inducing websites, and three textbooks sitting open and untouched on his desk. Marth came into the room then, bathrobe around his body, towel wrapped around his hair. His face was slightly flushed from the hot water, and his hands were kind of shriveled from spending too much time in the bathtub. He closed the door behind him and undid his towel, rubbing it quickly through his hair in an attempt for it to dry faster.

"Did you get your homework done?" Marth asked, throwing the towel in the laundry basket near the door. Roy turned away from his computer monitor and leaned back in his chair.

"Didn't have any," Roy said, pulling on of his headphone ears away from his head so he could hear better. "You?"

Marth nodded. "Of course. What kind of student would I be if I slacked off?" 

Roy picked up his cup of ramen, picked up his chopsticks, and jammed some noodles in his mouth, slurping them the whole time.

"It's not proper to slurp," Marth said, walking over to his bed and picking up his pajama top.

"It's ramen," Roy said, food still in his mouth. "You're supposed to."

Marth slid the top half of his robe off and shoved his arms through the arm holes of his top, buttoning up the front of it afterwards. He walked over to his drawers, opened one of them, and pulled out clean underwear.

"Don't look," Marth warned, and Roy nearly choked on his dinner.

"'S nothin' I haven't seen before," Roy replied, reading an article on the internet. "You're such a prude, Marthy."

Marth sighed and dropped the rest of his robe, and quickly put his boxers on.

"I know you're peeking at me through the reflection in your monitor," Marth said, grabbing for his PJ bottoms.

Roy snorted.

"Whatever you say, Marthy." 

Marth walked over to Roy's chair and leaned against the back of it.

"Don't call me 'Marthy'; you know how much I hate that nickname."

"Really?" Roy asked, setting his half-full cup of noodles down by his keyboard. "I thought it was kind of cute, but if you insist..."

Marth's cheeks felt a little warm but he ignored Roy's comments and instead looked over Roy's shoulder.

"...Why are you looking up tips for 'great buttsecks'?" Marth asked, reading the headline. Roy flushed.

"Just because Link sent me the link in an IM, you pervert," Roy lied, and Marth sidled over to the side of Roy's chair.

"Uh huh. Right," Marth said. "Like Link would send you tips on how to have awesome sex with a man."

"Hey," Roy said, as Marth turned his chair so he was facing Marth more directly. The prince leaned over and pecked Roy on the mouth. 

"You know," Marth said when he leaned back again. "That ramen's not bad. What flavour is it?"

Roy grinned.

"Chicken."

The Alteaen grabbed Roy's hands and pulled him out of the chair, catching Roy's lips again and wrapping his arms around his lover's back.

"Haven't we kissed enough today?" Roy asked, placing a hand between their mouths. Marth instead licked the palm of the red head's hand.
"There's no such thing," Marth answered, pushing Roy's hand aside with his head, and captured Roy in another kiss that made Roy go wild.

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