Attention readers: I started this fic back in the Melee days BEFORE Brawl came out. Due to recent OoCness of some characters, I never had the heart to continue. So I decide to change a few things around. I will continue the story, but I decided to go back and fix a few of the characters. I also added in another pairing to the story.

I couldn't contain myself when I had this idea. It has been biting me so bad that I had to unleash it. Anyway, just to give you a heads up, this story will be a bit different from my other stuff I've been writing. This story will contain yaoi. Yaoi means BOY x BOY love/sex stuff. If you are homophobic, hate to see your favorite character "get it on" with another guy, or just don't like the idea of such a romance, then please don't be an idiot and flame me and just hit the back space button. I have given you a WARNING, heed it!

For those that are yaoi fans, accept homosexuality, or even are interesting in what story it is, then enjoy this fic. The pairing will be a Marth/Link fan fiction. And no, I don't hate either guy. And due to recent changes, this story is also an Ike/Roy fic…because this fandom needs more of that pairing.

His to Tease

Chapter One: The Bet

"So this is the final decision…?" spoke a soft male voice. The young man looked at the paper on the wall. His cobalt eyes were focused on it. He wasn't very too happy with the end results shown on the paper. He ran his peach colored fingers through his silky, azure hair. "How could they do this?" he asked himself. His eyes trailed back to the paper posted on the wall. In big, bold, and black letters, it stated a list of upcoming matches. The young man wasn't too happy about his next match. His eyes kept focused on his name which would deliberately switch back to his opponent's name. The young man also didn't like the fact that his next opponent happened to be a veteran who was quite popular amongst the crowd and the mansion.

"Hey, Marth!" interrupted a rougher, male voice. Marth, the blue haired youth, finally turned his attention from the roster over to a young, vibrant red head. His sparkling, ocean blue eyes glittered brightly as he smiled at his companion. "What's going on? You still looking at the roster?"

"Oh hello, Roy," replied Marth as he sighed, "I'm still not quite taken by this. How could Peach and Mario DO such a thing to me?"

"It's not that horrible," responded the younger man, "I mean, look at who I'm fighting. I'm fighting Wolf and Snake. Two newcomers plus my partner happens to be that man…what was his name…Ike, I believe?"

"I know that. I know that you're going to face off against two fighters we don't know about while your partner happens to be a complete stranger. Not that, that's a bad thing. Problem with those three is that they give off a bad vibe that they don't want to associate themselves with anyone. Wolf obviously has problems with Fox and Falco…and they're really great people. Snake goes on and off in his own world. Often avoids me for some reason, yet I do not know why. Then there's Ike…who really can't seem to hold a conversation or actually be in one. I tried to talk to him, to get to know him. He said a few things then just…left abruptly."

Roy shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe you scared him off. You do tend to rattle on at times. Perhaps he needed to be elsewhere? After all, he was getting acquainted to his new surroundings. I doubt he's seen such advance technology. I know I was rather shocked by it all."

Marth frowned, "Still, he could at least excuse himself properly. I don't mind if he doesn't want to be my friend, but…I would be happier if he did commune with others."

Roy returned the frown. He had done his best to forget about his upcoming match. The young noble had kept busy, trying to keep his mind off of what the others had said. When he had seen the roster, the Pherean lord didn't seem to be bothered that he was up against Wolf and Snake. Fox and Falco didn't seem to like the idea. Both the vulpine and avian had told Roy stories about the infamous Wolf and warned him to be careful. No one could say much about Snake, except that he tends to do reconnaissance missions as well as prying into people's privacy in order to find a weakness. Roy wasn't too happy about Snake stalking him or the fact that Wolf seemed to be examining Roy, as if looking for which part of his body to cut up first. The more Roy had thought about it, the more his nerves started to act up. At least…my partner seems to be quite a strong man, he thought.

Ever since he heard he was going to be partnered up with Ike, Roy had been curious about him. Roy tried to approach the older man, in hopes to speak with him. Yet Ike was rather intimidating. For one, Ike was taller than Roy by about a foot, second of all, Ike was obviously stronger as he used his broadsword with only one hand, and third, Ike never smiled. If Ike's death glare could kill, it would pierce through Roy's armor and destroy him from the inside out. It always seemed like something bothered him, so when Roy approached him, he decided to back down. To this moment, Roy shivered as he felt the cold vibe Ike had given him. "You know, Marth…" Roy said, "At least your opponent doesn't look like he wants to kill you, like my partner does."

"I think the problem with Ike is that he's not used to This World," Marth replied as he crossed his arms, "I'm sure once he learns that this place is a nice place, he'll warm up. My opponent, on the other hand, happens to be a VETERAN. He was here long before you and I ever were and yet he still acts like that."

"I'm sure Link has his reasons to keep to himself," Roy replied.

"If that's so, how come he has no problem talking to Princess Zelda? Whenever you see him with the princess, he's always talking to her. Granted that he doesn't say much, but at least he responds. Around me, he just looks at me in a stranger manner then does one of two things: he either responds in a two word sentence or he just doesn't reply at all. I know he understand my tongue for I have heard him talk in it. Hylian isn't the only language he knows. Even his younger self is more talkative."

"Marth…relax. We're probably just thinking way to into it. Let's just ignore our matches and try to enjoy the rest of the day."

"I…I suppose you're right," Marth replied.

Walking through the hallways, a rather bubbly, pink Princess Peach was heading to Marth and Roy's direction. Her long, blond locks bounced slightly as her walk gave off a slight skip to it. She had to be careful around her puffy, rose dress since she did not want it to get ruin. She smiled as she found the two nobles by the roster. "Hi!" she called out, "I wanted to tell you guys that my cake is ready! The kids already took some slices and so did Mario and the others."

"Oh, you made cake today?" Marth asked.

"Uh huh! You better come and get a slice!"

"Thank you, but I don't think…" Roy said.

"Don't be too modest, Roy," Peach said, "I made the cake for everyone, including you. I won't take 'no' for an answer. So you two better come and get cake!"

Marth just chuckled. If there was one thing the young Altean prince learned is that once Peach sets her heart on something, it's really hard to say "no" to it. He smiled as both he and Roy followed Peach into the kitchen. Once Marth, Roy, and Peach arrived at the dining area, the Kid Smashers were seated at the table. Each of them were enjoying their slices of cake. Marth smiled as he saw how sticky the kids were getting as they were enjoying their sugary delights. However, the prince didn't take notice of where he was going. His slim body had bumped against a slightly bulkier body. He felt something rub against his tunic. He looked over to see a rather large cake stain smeared all over his light blue tunic. However, he was rather surprised to see that an even bigger cake stain dirtied the light green tunic that belonged to a familiar, serious blond elfin youth.

The young elf's piercing blue eyes were concentrated down at the cake stain. On his leather gloved hands was the plate that once carried a rather large cake piece. He slowly looked up to meet eye to eye with the blue prince. Marth couldn't help but blush slightly. He had never had a chance to look Link directly in the eyes. Now he noticed that the elfin hero had quite a beautiful pair of ocean colored orbs. Link was the firs to break away from the glance as he walked past Marth and placed his plate on the table. Marth had finally snapped out of his gaze as he noticed the lack of Hylian in front of him.

"Um, I'm sorry," Marth said.

Link merely looked at the Altean prince. His glance seemed almost emotionless. The blond looked away from Marth and walked out of the dining area. Marth bit his lip slightly, feeling slightly horrible. Still, he couldn't help but feel like Link started to like him less. The doors to the kitchen open slightly as a fair, blond elfin maiden walked out. Her gloved hands held onto a small plate that carried a slice of cake. She blinked slightly as she approached Marth. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Zelda?" Marth said, "No…but I think there might be something wrong with Link…"

Upon hearing the name "Link", Zelda's sapphire colored eyes opened widely. "What happened?"

"I wasn't paying attention to where I was going…and as a result…" Marth tugged on his tunic, showing the princess his cake stain. "Link has a worse stain on his. I don't think…he likes me very much."

Zelda frowned. She sighed as she looked away from Marth. "It's not that," she said, "though I should go check up on him. You should get that cleaned up, Marth." Zelda placed her plate on the table as well. Without another word, she silent excused herself and walked off to go find Link. Marth sighed as he watched the princess leave. He sat down at the table, not bothering to clean his tunic. Roy shook his head as he walked into the kitchen to get a napkin for Marth.

His soft hand stiffen lightly as he ended up touching a rather hand. He looked to see Ike standing next to him with his hand on the same napkin. The silent mercenary pulled away, allowing Roy the full control of the napkin. "Oh, you don't have to," Roy said as he grabbed the napkin, trying to hand it back to Ike. "You got it first."

Ike leaned towards Roy. His tall, yet intimidating body almost touched against Roy's smaller, frail body. Roy blushed as he leaned back, trying not to touch Ike. Once Ike pulled away, Roy would notice a napkin situated between the mercenary's fingers. "Problem solved," Ike said as he walked out, leaving Roy to his thoughts.

After his run in with Ike, Roy returned to Marth. He sat down next to his blue haired companion and gave him the napkin. Marth turned his attention towards Roy as he grabbed the napkin from his friend's fingers. As he began to wipe the cake off from his tunic, he noticed a rather flustered Roy fidgeting with his fingers. Marth sighed as he knew what that meant. Each time the younger noble would fidget with his fingers, he was either very nervous or very embarrassed. "So…which is it?" Marth asked, "You nervous or embarrassed?"

"Gah!" Roy let out as he stopped playing with his fingers, "I hate it when I do that…"

"So?" Marth asked.

Roy sighed, "It's nothing…really."

"Doesn't sound like 'nothing'. Something is bothering you and I am curious about it."

"Well…I managed to bump into Ike," Roy said, "He…he really didn't look too happy. And well…"

"Well what?"

"Let's just say he got too close for comfort."

Marth cocked an eyebrow. "How close?"

"He was right there," Roy said as he leaned on Marth, "This close he was to me. Just the way he moved his arm around me, it seemed like he was going to hold me for some reason. I could even smell musk."

Marth had moved back slightly, wanting to have some personal space of his own. Once Roy had sat down again, Marth sat right up. "I see," he said as he finished wiping as much of the cake as possible, "So…speaking of musk…did he smell good?"

"What?" Roy let out, "Sm-smell good?"

"Yeah…you said you smelled his musk, so did he smell good?"

"Wh-why do you want to know?" Roy asked as he dwindle his fingers.

Marth shrugged his shoulders. "Just curious," he responded, "If it isn't a big deal, you would have told me by now. Though judging by the fact that your face is just as rouged as your locks of hair, I'd say you do take it to heart." Marth smirked slightly, taking in delight of teasing the younger noble.

Roy stammered for a moment. He was unsure of how to answer Marth except with a slight push on his arm. Roy turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I am not going to grace that with an answer," he said. "You can go ahead and mock me, but I will not give in to this childish ruse."

Marth cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he replied.

"Yes," responded Roy, still not wanting to turn around.

"Alright fine," Marth said, "After all…not very often someone who's got a foot over me, smelling like pine and wildflowers, and has a well toned figure leans over me just to get a napkin."

"St-stop it!" Roy shouted as he blushed even further, "and he doesn't smell like pine and wildflowers."

"So he smells like sweaty feet and rubbish?"

"NO! He doesn't smell THAT bad."

"Alright…so wet dog and blood?"

"Ugh! No…and I'm NOT going to continue playing this guessing game." At the time, Roy was way flustered as Marth still brought up the subject of Ike's must. The young noble wasn't too sure as to why he was acting up so much when the subject of Ike came up. Still, Roy couldn't deny that he actually liked Ike's scent, more so because it wasn't one he was expecting a rough mercenary to have.

Marth chuckled lightly as he was having too much fun mocking his dear friend. He sighed as he looked at his rather dirty tunic. "Seems like this is as much as I can get it cleaned," he said.

Roy slowly turned around to face the older lord. "Why don't you just change into another one?" he asked.

"I would…if I had a clean spare one," Marth replied, "I don't have much clothing. Funny how a noble like myself has practically nothing…"

Roy frowned as he remembered that tone of voice. He knew whenever the subject of financial problems came up; Marth would get into these moods. Roy had never known how it was like to have everything, lose it, work hard to gain it back, only to lose it in an even worse way. His kingdom had been attack a couple of times, but it was never destroyed. Altea, Marth's homeland, wasn't too fortunate to have such a fate as Pherae, his home. Roy patted Marth's back lightly, implying that he would be there in case he needed someone to talk to.

"It's alright," Marth said, "I'm done feeling sorry for myself. I'm just really glad I was graced to find a sanctuary to take me in. Still, what makes me ponder as to why some of these competitors have their own homes yet decide to remain here? Like you, for instance, your kingdom is still intact."

"Well, the reason why I came here…" the red headed noble replied, "is simply due to the fact that I wanted to be a stronger lord. At the moment, Lycia is at peace and with Lilina taking up the Ostian throne, things are going to change."

"Pardon me if I'm not mistaken, but isn't Lilina your childhood friend and companion?"

"Yes, she is."

"Wouldn't it seem odd that she's taking up the throne, yet you're not beside her, consoling her? Not to mention you're not even in Pherae…you're here."

Roy bit his lip slightly. He pondered as he tried to find the right answer. "Aside from the fact that my father is still Marquess of Pherae and that it's his duty to see to her and sign treaties?"

"Yes."

"I already told you," Roy said.

"You only said to me 'she has Wolt'. I don't know what that means…" Marth replied, "And if I recall, Wolt is your guardian who practically grew up with you as a brother."

Roy remained silent as he looked at Marth with a rather empty look. It was through that look that Marth had placed the pieces together. Once realization hit, Marth's eyes grew wide. "Oh Roy…" he said, "I…I'm so…"

"It's alright…" Roy replied as he got up from his seat, "What's done is done. I'm just glad she's happy." The noble didn't bother to look at Marth as he walked out of the dining room and headed off to the library, leaving a rather dishearten Marth at the table.

If there was one thing Roy could rely on, was the company of books. Even as a young child, Roy would spend his free time inside of the private library at Castle Pherae. Much like his father, Roy was a scholar of all sorts. Eliwood had spent quite a lot of time in the library when he was Roy's age. It even managed to upset, Hector, Lilina's father. Naturally, Eliwood didn't mind Roy spending almost an entire day in the library, that is, once he was finished with his lessons. It was slightly troublesome for Marcus to get Roy to practice his fencing as he got older. Still, Roy always managed to balance out his studious and physical needs.

Poking his head inside, Roy looked around to see if anyone was currently in the mansion's library. Often, Roy would find at least two to four more people inside. Usually the people Roy would find would be Mewtwo and Zelda. However, it seemed that neither the princess nor the psychic Pokemon were anywhere to be found. The red head noble did enjoy his solitude once in a while, but he was hoping that either of them would be inside. Of course Roy shook his head as he remembered that Zelda had gone off to talk to Link and Mewtwo had taken a short leave of absence to tend to his Pokemon sanctuary.

It sure is quiet…he thought as he walked inside. The Pheraen noble walked around the library. He searched the shelves high and low to find any book that would strike his fancy. One book, in particular, caught his attention. He pulled out a dark green, hardback cover novel and examined it. Roy wasn't one to pick a fiction novel right away. Usually his interest would lie with philosophy, science, and even mathematics. Since he had been teased by Marth several times about his lack of choices, Roy decided to give this fiction novel a try. The young noble plopped himself on the floor as he opened the book and read.

After two grueling hours of trying to clean his tunic, Marth gave up on it. He had no choice but to take off his tunic and put it in the wash. He dreaded the thought of being shirtless for a good two and a half hours, even more so when unexpected company was to arrive. Once a young red head woman named Malon had came to the mansion to visit Link. She had caught a glimpse of Marth's half naked body as he waited for his tunic to come out of the wash. Not once did her dark, blue eyes leave his figure, until she had to leave. Since that meeting, other fighters teased the blue haired prince by stating that he was an attention whore who practically took Malon's attention from Link, whom she was visiting. Marth would defend himself by stating that he wasn't aware of company and he wasn't trying to do such things to Link. Of course, his plights fell on deaf ears as more of them teased the prince. Link, on the other hand, seemed stoic as always, though for a while, Link refused to even look or acknowledge that Marth existed.

That was one of the most single handily embarrassing moments the prince had to endure. Even more so, that he manage to anger, or at least that's what Marth thought he did, Link. It took Marth a good while to have Link even glance his way after dozens upon dozens of apologies. The prince did all he could never to upset the hero, but it seemed no matter what he did, he always did something to do that.

Marth shook his head as he undid his leather belt. He placed it on the floor before he opened his tunic. He slid the tender blue cloth off from his shoulders and back until it was completely off. He dropped his clothes inside of washing machine before he added in the detergent. He closed the lid of the washing machine and turned it on. The prince leaned against the wall as he watched the machine in front of him. He refused to go anywhere else until his clothes were completely washed.

Minutes later, a small ring caught Marth's attention. At first he thought it was the washing machine with his load, but upon further inspection, it was still in use. His eyes looked over at the dryer next to him. Someone was here? He thought. Marth chose to ignore the dryer, thinking that its owner would rather not have anyone messing around with their load. Eventually his the washing machine finished cleaning his tunic, leaving only Marth with the option of either waiting for the owner to return so he could use the dryer, self dry his clothes by hanging them outside, or pull out the clothing in the dryer.

He tapped his foot lightly as he tried to find an answer. He waited for as long as he could for the owner to come back, but it seemed that whoever it was, was taking their sweet time. Already frustrated and growing impatient, Marth convinced himself to pull out the clothes from the dryer. I'll just fold them neatly for them, he thought as he approached the dryer. He opened the door. I just hope they're not women's skivvies. The last thing I need is to be called a pervert for pulling out a pair of Peach's undergarments or Zelda's tights. Sticking his hands inside, Marth pulled out a green article of clothing. The article of clothing seemed much bigger than a pair of skivvies, which only allowed Marth's curiosity to grow. Upon further examination, the prince's eyes widen as he noticed what the cloth was.

"Link's tunic!" he let out as he recognized the forest green tunic. Marth froze lightly as he heard something arrive at the door entrance of the washing room. He tilted his head slightly to meet eye to eye with a rather stoic looking Link. The elfin youth had donned his Zora tunic as his green one was in the wash. The blue outfit seemed to have brought out his baby blue eyes. Marth had to look away as he tried to suppress the blushed that played around his slightly pale skin. Without even looking at him, Marth knew that Link was staring at him. Of course if Marth had half a brain, he would realize that Link did have the right to stare at him since he was holding up his signature tunic in his hands.

Quickly, Marth folded the tunic neatly and handed it to Link. "Here," he said, "Um…the dryer was finished and I was going to fold your tunic for you…" Link didn't seem to listen to Marth, or at least that's the impression he gave off as he just grabbed the tunic from Marth's hands. Slowly, Link slipped out from his Zora tunic. Without looking at Marth, he handed his clothing to the prince.

Baffled by his gestures, Marth looked at the tunic with much curiosity. He looked back at Link, who was still not bothering to look at the Altean prince. "Um…what do you want me…?" was all Marth could say before Link scoffed and threw his Zora tunic at him. He quickly donned his usual green garb then walked out of the washing room. Marth looked down at the blue outfit in his hands. He was not too sure what to do with it. Assuming that Link decided to wear his green tunic, Marth was given the blue one to wear. He was not so sure if he should at this point, but wanting to at least do something else instead of staying in the wash room and going insane, the Altean noble donned the Zora tunic.

Marth couldn't help but blush slightly as he realized that he was wearing Link's clothing. The soft cloth felt quite pleasing against Marth's tender skin, causing him to almost purr in delight. He blushed furiously as he took notice of the way he was acting. Placing a hand upon his pink lips, Marth gasped lightly. What am I doing? He thought, I'm getting excited over a measly tunic which belongs to a man that completely hates me. Marth looked down at the tunic. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth that was left from Link using it. As he took short breaths, Marth could pick up a soft, faint scent emitting from the tunic. It smells like…lavender? He thought as he placed the collar of the tunic to his nose. Marth took a slight whiff, just to make sure he got it right. Yes…it is lavender. So relaxing…so soothing…

Marth opened his eyes and noticed a rather freaked out Captain Falcon. Even though most of his face was covered by his helmet, Marth knew that the racer had an odd look on his face. "Um," Douglas said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to wash my clothes. Sorry to interrupt your moment."

Marth blushed deeply as he walked out of the wash room. Flustered and completely embarrassed, Marth searched frantically for Roy. He didn't care if Roy was in a mood or not, he had to talk to his companion immediately.

Inside of the library, Roy sighed as he continued to read the story in his hands. He had never been to into a fiction novel until he started to read this one. For some reason, the book intrigued him to no end. Just as he turned the page, the red headed lord heard soft footsteps heading towards his way. He merely shrugged it off, thinking that it was only Zelda coming in to look for something to read as well. The footsteps seemed to have stopped behind the counter where Roy was currently leaning against. Must be Zelda, he thought, who else goes behind the counter to look up research via computer?

"This place isn't right…" spoke a gruff voice behind Roy.

Roy cocked an eyebrow as he slowly emerged from behind the counter only to see Ike standing behind it. The mercenary was busy looking around, though he seemed rather lost. Roy wasn't so sure if he should approach the taller man, but not wanting to leave Ike pondering; the Pheraen noble walked over to Ike and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me?" Roy said.

Ike turned his head. "Oh, it's you," he said, "What is this place?"

"This is the library," Roy said, "Are you…looking for a book? If you are, I can help you…"

"No, I'm not interested in getting one," Ike replied bluntly, "I don't see what good it will do me."

Roy was taken back. Sure, most of the competitors didn't care much for education, but the way Ike had put it, riled up Roy. Roy's cheeks slightly puffed up. "Excuse me," he said, "But you would be sadly mistaken. Anyone can benefit from a good education. Why these mountains of grand lecture will be enough to satisfy anyone's hunger of…"

"Still not interested," Ike replied once more with the same tone of voice. "I'm trying to look for the training room."

"The training room?" Roy let out, "You can easily find it yourself. Just follow the signs."

"Point me in the direction where I have to go," Ike said, "I get lost easily."

Who does he think he is? Roy thought as his patience was wearing thin. Normally, he didn't mind helping others. However, when they start to be rude and sassy towards him, then his ability to help starts to diminish. Placing his hands on his hips, Roy gave off a glare at Ike. It didn't matter to the noble that Ike was about a foot taller than him, older, stronger, and was more intimidating, Roy wasn't going to let up. "Listen," Roy said, "Normally, I'd be glad to help you. However, your rudeness has reached its limit with me." Roy pointed towards the door. "Go that way, now leave me be. Good bye." Roy picked up his book and turned away from Ike.

"I didn't mean to…" Ike replied.

"I said 'good bye'!" Roy interrupted as he made for the door.

"Fine, be that way," Ike said as he walked towards the door as well. Both their hands met as they reached for the only door to the library. Roy glared at Ike, who in turn glared at him. Without saying a word, Ike brushed against Roy and exited it from the library. Roy walked out, frustrated.

"That…that ungrateful…" Roy hissed between his teeth.

"Roy!" called out Marth as he walked towards him. "Um…Roy, are you okay?"

Roy glared at Marth's direction. "I'm fine," he said.

"Sure you are," Marth said as he placed a hand to his hips, "Your death glare pierced through my heart and melts it."

"Don't give me sass…I've had enough of that."

"What happened?"

"Ugh! It was Ike!" Roy let out as he almost threw his book to the ground. "That…that…oh! The way he just talks really agitates me. I try to be nice, but instead he decides to be a jerk."

Marth cocked his head. "He was in the library? I can't imagine him being the scholar type."

"He isn't…he got lost trying to find the training room. I don't know if he was there to waste my time because the training room is just right around the corner. There's even that big sign that points to it that's hanging from the ceiling. Even if he wasn't near the sign, there are several of them on the walls. Even in front of the library, it says what the room is."

"I wouldn't know…just calm down, Roy."

Roy closed his eyes as he took in deep breaths. Once he relaxed, he finally took notice of Marth's new wardrobe. "What…?" He let out, "Marth, are you wearing Link's tunic?"

Marth blushed slightly. "Well…uh…" Marth stuttered.

"You…?"

"To make a long story short: I was washing my clothes, they were ready to dry, I go to the dryer, Link's clothes were in there, Link comes in, I hand them to him, he gives me the tunic he was currently wearing, then walks off."

Roy cocked his head. "He just gave you his tunic? Did he tell you to wear it?"

"He didn't tell me anything," Marth said, "He just…handed it to me then walked off."

"Odd…very odd…" Roy let out. Roy needed something to cheer him up at the moment. A sly idea came to his mind. He smiled mischievously as he turned to his friend. "Maybe he likes you."

"What?" Marth blushed furiously. "Like me? Oh come on, he just stares at me and ignores me most of the time."

"Maybe he's just too shy to tell you that he likes you," Roy stuck his tongue out, "After all, you seem to fancy him."

"Oh shut up!" the Altean prince scoffed, "It's not as bad as your 'slap, slap, kiss' infatuation with Ike."

Roy turned red. "Don't be joshing," he said, "Like I would ever fancy a man like him. First off, I rather enjoy the company of women. Second…even if I DID enjoy the embrace of men, I would never even dream about courting such a brute."

"Is that so?" Marth asked.

"Yes, that is so," he replied.

"Fine…then let's do a little wager," Marth chided.

"Wager?" Roy asked.

"Yes…are you mimicking me or what? Now do you wish to hear my little wager, Roy?"

Roy didn't trust the tone of voice Marth had at the moment. Each time the blue prince spoke in such a manner, it meant something that Roy knew at the end would only bite him in the ass. However, he knew that even if he refused at the moment, Marth would pester him until he complied with his wishes. Roy had no choice but to humor the older noble. With a sigh he said, "Alright, what's the wager?"

"Glad you asked," Marth grinned, "The wager is simple. You said that you would never court a man, much less a man like Ike."

"Yeah, I did say that. What are you getting at, Marth?"

"How about this: I want you to charm and seduce Mr. Cold Hearted Mercenary and make him court you."

"Are you insane?" Roy let out, "I refuse to partake in this. No reward would weigh its wager in gold here."

"Well…I haven't told you the reward yet."

"No…I refuse to hear it."

"Roy, don't be that way. The reward is simple. If you can make Ike fall for you in a time period of three months, then I will gladly be your servant." Roy crossed his arms. Marth smirked as he leaned over and whispered in his ear. "While wearing Samus' Zero Suit."

Roy blushed. "You must be joking," he said, "There is no way I can make Ike fall for me. Even more so, if I win, how will you be able to get a hold of one of Samus' Zero Suits for you to wear?"

"I can arrange that," Marth crossed his arms, "Think about it. I'll be your servant for an entire week…"

"It has to be two weeks," Roy said.

"I'm not embarrassing myself for two weeks."

"It's either that…or…" Roy smirked, "You have to do the wager as well."

"Make Ike fall for me?" Marth asked, "Oh come on…you'll be no competition, Roy."

"Who said I wanted you to seduce Ike?" Roy said in a playful tone, "I want you to charm Link and make him your beloved."

Marth eyes widen. "Now I know you you're just playing the instigator on this one."

"It's you seduce Link or you get to wear the Zero Suit for a month."

"You said two weeks."

"I changed my mind."

"Oh…fine!" Marth said, "First one to make their guy fall for them wins. However, if you lose, you have to wear Zelda's dress and be MY servant."

"Deal," Roy said as he extended his hand out to Marth. Marth gladly took it in and shook it lightly. Both smirked as they knew this was a race to the finish now. May the best man win.

Yay! I finished the first chapter all ready! Anyway, tell me what you guys thought about it. ^_^

I'll try to update this story much more often now that I actually have a clearer idea on it.