Marth had been tossing and turning all night. At first Roy attempted to cuddle him, sneaking sensual kissed all over his body when he got the chance, but Marth was having none of it. He had been irrationally annoyed with the red head all day. He was happy that Roy was back of course but there was something about the boy's attitude and the whole situation that continued to bug him. Even if that hadn't been the case, they had no privacy. Ike let the two of them stay in his room after Marth forgot his key, and poor Pit had never even met the red head that was now crashed on his couch. Roy could only have his advances rejected so many times before he rolled over, away from Marth, with a huff. Try as he might, Marth couldn't sleep soundly. Any time he would begin to doze off an anxious feeling would form in the pit of his stomach and his mind would wander, always finding Link in the end.

Why can't I stop thinking of him? Marth groaned and covered his face with his hands. Things were far too complicated for his liking. The prince was honestly used to running away from his feelings and keeping them covered up all the time. Though he knew it had to be done, confronting them head-on wasn't something he was ready for. It doesn't make any sense, Marth thought while staring up at the ceiling. The only reason I felt anything was because I was lonely. I missed Roy, but now he's back. So why are those feelings still there? The blunette tugged the fuzzy red blanket he was sharing with his boyfriend closer to him. He let out a deep sigh and glanced over at the large clock hanging across the room, wondering if he'd ever be able to sleep again.

Link awake slowly from a deep, comfortable sleep. As his eyes fluttered open, he realized that this was the first in a long time that he'd woken up on his own as apposed to being roused by the beeping of an alarm clock, a stray cucco crowing outside his window, or noise made by his roommate. Speaking of which, Link had dreamt about Marth again last night. This time, though, it was a nightmare. Roy had come back and Link was forced to swallow the feelings he thought he had already made clear to Marth. But the thing was, it wasn't a dream. Roy really was back, and Link had no chance. The moment the ex-brawler had stepped foot back in the mansion, everything that had happened since he left was forgotten. Everyone immediately took him back in, making him feel welcome- even Marth who Roy had hurt most when he just got up and left. As much as Link wanted to hate Roy, to direct all of his energy at being pissed off at the rival for his affection, he couldn't. He couldn't do anything but be swallowed by the grief that was now consuming him.

Link adjusted the comforter that was sliding off his bed and then snuggled back under the covers. He wasn't leaving his bed today. In fact, he didn't feel like ever leaving his bed again. What was the point? There was no way he could fight with his mind clouded like this. He doubted he could even function like a normal person, no matter how hard he tried. Not in this house, not now, not like this.

Link closed his eyes, willing himself to fall back asleep. The hero was desperate for an escape from his jumbled up thoughts and the feelings that were crushing him. He slowly opened his eyes and peered over at the door for a moment. His eyes then trailed over to the coffee table where Marth's room key sat. He considered unlocking the door for a split second, the thought of Marth coming to talk to him filling the blonde with an unrealistic hope. It took less than a minute, though, for him to realize that it wouldn't happen like that. Marth and Roy would be inseparable, and he couldn't bear being around them right now.

Marth was staring off into space when Roy sat up and yawned loudly, playfully bumping Marth as he stretched his arms out. Marth looked up at him with a blank expression and Roy rolled his eyes, getting up to use the bathroom.

"Wake up, will ya?"

Marth got up and dressed slowly. He was still zoning in and out as he wrote the note thanking Pit and Ike for letting them stay in their room. Roy noticed the blue haired boy getting ready to leave and quickly followed suit. They left the room together hand in hand, but when Marth began to head toward the dining room Roy tugged him in the opposite direction. He led a confused Marth down a deserted corridor, glancing around the corner first. Roy's strong arms spun Marth around and pinned him to a wall. Their lips met in a feverish manner, the kiss needy, rushed and a little sloppy. Marth closed his eyes and reciprocated the action, allowed the passion to wash over him. Roy's hands roamed up and down his body, trying to feel every inch of him, and Marth began getting dizzy before they finally broke apart to catch a breath. Damn you, oxygen, Marth thought and tilted his head back, trying to steady his breathing. Roy kissed down Marth's neck, nipping lightly at the pale skin.

"Your room," the red head breathed against Marth's throat. His eyes snapped opened and he blinked a few times.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, understanding and the boys practically sprinted down the hall to get to his bedroom.

Marth attempted to throw the door open, but his hand just slipped off of the brass door knob. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion. He tried again, jiggling it desperately this time.

"It's- uh…still locked."

"Well that's just great," Roy muttered, leaning his back against the wall and running a hand through his crimson hair.

"Maybe Link has the key with him," Marth replied, "let's go find him."

"Wonderful," Roy responded sarcastically, "and while we're at it I can meet the prick."

"I told you," Marth said slowly, trying not to get too angry again, "Link is a good guy. Besides, Roy, you already know him. He was here when you lived in the mansion. Short, blonde, elfin..? He saved the kingdom of Hyrule?"

"Doesn't ring a bell. And he didn't sleep in our room before, so I see no reason why he needs to now."

The fact that Roy didn't remember Link pissed Marth off more than was logical. How could he not know him, though?! Link was the only thing Marth ever noticed when he was in the room, so how was it conceivable that Roy had never noticed him? He didn't know what he was talking about; he didn't know Link like Marth did.

"It's not our room Roy! You fucking left! Link let me move in with him after you dumped my sorry ass! He has every right to lock the door if he wants!" Marth erupted. He closed in on the shorter boy, staring right into his bright blue eyes.

"God, you're hot when you get angry," Roy said, looking Marth over from head to toe.

The prince made a disgusted noise, and stomped down the hall. He wanted to get as far away from Roy right now as possible. Never had one person made him so irrationally angry. He hated feeling so out of control and emotional. Marth had no idea where he was going to go. It wouldn't be fair to go back to Ike, piling all of his problems on the mercenary again. He was locked out of his own room. And he wasn't close enough with any of the other brawlers to talk to them about any of this.

He marched outside, not knowing what else to do. The blunette slowed his pace once he had hit the lawn and took a deep breath, embracing the glorious aromas of spring at the Smash Mansion. Everything smelled fresh, and clean, and pure. The sun warmed his face and he was extremely thankful that he had such a beautiful place to escape to. Marth wandered over to the large fountain where he had found Link less than twenty four hours ago and confessed his feelings. The feelings that Link accepted and matched. The feelings that had hurt Princess Zelda. The feelings that he had pushed aside since Roy showed up again.

Sitting on the edge of the stone fountain Marth heaved a deep sigh. He watched the clear water sparkle under the sun and cascade out of the top of the fountain. When had things gotten so messed up?

Link's eyes snapped open and he jerked up, alarmed by the loud sound of footsteps pounding down the hall. He rubbed his eyes, sleepily and jumped when the door handle to his room began jiggling violently. The blonde boy's heart pounded inside his chest and he sat with his gaze fixed on the oak door. Nothing happened for a moment, and then he heard the muffled sounds of an argument taking place outside of his room. Although he couldn't hear exactly what was being said, he could hear Roy's tone dripping with sarcasm. Marth's voice went from steady, almost pleading, to an edgy bellow. It got quiet for another moment and then footsteps disappeared down the hall. Link was thankful once more that he had decided to keep the door locked. He felt bad though, and couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow responsible for the fight that went on.

Link shook his head and clambered out of his bed. He stretched his sore, cramped up muscles and went to the small kitchenette in his room to get a glass of water. Sipping at the water, the hero made his way over to one of the windows, pulling up the blinds and giving him a view of the grounds behind the large house. Link nearly choked with surprise, sputtering his drink everywhere and coughing uncontrollably. He set down the glass gingerly and wiped the liquid away from his mouth before doing a double take out the window. There, on the same fountain he had perched on yesterday, sat Marth…alone.