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Ike was sitting in a reclining chair, mindlessly staring at the TV in front of him. In his left hand, he held a can of Pepsi. He sipped it every once-in-a-while. On the right arm of the chair sat Marth.
Marth was not really watching the movie that was playing, he was thinking about what he was going to say to Ike in about 5 secounds.
"Ike," Marth said, "You know, we've been together for a while and... I was thinking," Ike looked up at Marth. "Maybe we could.... step it up a notch," Marth put his hand on Ike's shoulder and looked into his eyes.
Ike looked back at the TV, 'Whoa,' Ike thought, 'He doesn't mean... I mean he doesn't think that I would... NOW?' Ike looked up at Marth.
"You see," Marth said, "Maybe, JUST maybe, we could finally.... TELL people about us."
"Oh," Ike sipped his Pepsi,
Ike x Marth - Love 14Warning: This is a yaoi.
The sudden annoying sound forced the young prince awake. His mind was in a confused state as he blankly stared at the clock.
Then an arm came from behind him and smacked the snooze button then fell around his waist.
As Marth's brain woke up he smiled and said.
"Come on Ike, we have to get up."
The sleepy swordsman pulled his boyfriend closer and made a muffled sound into his hair.
Marth sighed as he felt the warmth of his lovers chest against his back and wished he could fall back asleep.
But breakfast awaits them and he knew Ike would be upset if he missed his meal.
Marth sadly got out from under the covers and sat up letting Ike's hand flop down on the bed.
"Come on, wake up." Marth said while he pulled on his underwear.
Ike unwillingly sat up with a groan then flopped his arms over Marths' shoulders resting all his weight on the younger teen.
Despite what he looks like with cloths on he was quite strong and did have his share of muscles under his shirt so he
Sleeping Arrangements -fanfic-The time shared by Soubi and Ritsuka late at night is one of their most intimate. Soubi begins to ponder this when Ritsuka is asleep one night.
Ritsuka can't stay up long, as Soubi has known for a long time. He tends to pass out at around eleven, which is quite early for Soubi. He likes to watch Ritsuka sleep. He looks so peaceful when he does, so cute, so soft.
As much as Kio calls him a pedophile, Soubi only has eyes for one child. He doesn't like other children. They are annoying, arrogant, and, most of all, the stupidest beings on earth. Ritsuka is the opposite of those other kids. He's interesting, humble, and a genius for his age; an angel. Just the mere thought of him makes Soubi smile, if only a little.
There are the rare occasions when Soubi gets tired and falls asleep before Ritsuka. It usually only happens when Soubi has been up for more than twenty-four hours, most of the time because of his school projects. Sometimes he just acts like he's asleep. It's apparently a believa
Ike x Marth - Love 35Warning: This is a yaoi.
"Aren't the stars beautiful?" He asked his fellow swordsman while still focusing on the stars above.
"Ya, they are." He replied in a calm voice.
Marth turned to find Ike staring straight back at him, his head rested on his hand which was propped up on the balcony railing.
"What are you looking at?" Marth asked slightly confused on why Ike had his eye's on him instead of the sky.
The young mercenary cracked a playful yet somewhat cheeky smile and said.
"Something so much more beautiful."
The sparkle in your eye's puts the stars to shame.
Ike x Marth - CookieWarning: This is a yaoi story.
Ike's eyes cracked open slightly as the wonderful aroma woke him from his sleep. For a minute all he could do was stare up at the roof and take in the smell as his brain and body woke.
"What's that smell?" He thought to himself. It smelt like someone was baking?
The sleepy swordsman slowly turned his head towards the alarm clock on his bedside table. Ike blinked a couple of times then squinted trying to quicken the process of his eyes adjusting to the darkness of his room.
"3:32." The mercenary read out loud.
"Who would be baking this early?" He asked himself as he lifted himself up with his hands so he was sitting upright on his bed.
He shivered as the cold night air hit his bare chest and cursed himself for sleeping only in his underwear.
Then, with some effort, the blue haired fighter got himself up and out of bed. As he stumbled over to his dresser and started putting on his cloths the delicious scent got stronger and stronger. By the time he was fini
Ike x Marth - Love 33Warning: This is a yaoi.
Marth continued to worry as he watched his lover stare blankly off into the night sky.
He knew something was bothering him but Ike refused to tell him, protesting that he was fine but Marth knew better.
The prince had tried for days now to get him to talk but he persisted on keeping his mouth shut.
It hurt Marth to know Ike was troubled by something and he couldn't do anything about it.
Then he realized that there was something he could do. It wouldn't help his lovers problem particularly but, even if only for a moment, it would make Ike happy.
"Ike." He called.
Once Ike turned to face him, Marth grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. But it didn't last long.
Marth pulled away and said in a gentle voice.
"I love you, you know that right?"
Ike's expression quickly softened and the smile that came with it was full of trust, peace and happiness, a smile that can only come when you truly love someone.
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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