Oh god, Ike didn't expect Marth to come back with something like that.

The mercenary shifted, slipping the royal off his lap and onto the bench beside him, all the while holding his lover by the waist.

"I don't know," Ike said, now kneeling on the tiled floor in front of his lover. "You've been through a lot already. We don't have to continue today, maybe we should rest a bit before going further." Ike advised, ignoring the horny part of his mind. He did want to keep going, to fully take this perfect man in front of him, but Marth's emotional and physical well being is his top priority.

The monarch smiled at Ike and, in truth. he was still shy and slightly uneasy with going all the way, but that didn't mean he didn't particularly want to.

"You're so sweet." Marth commented, cupping his hand on Ike's cheek. "But you don't have to worry about me, I'll be alright." Ike laid his hand atop Marth's and gave a light squeeze.

When he had decided to make this move, he didn't intend to go all the way, at least not still in the shower, but with Marth saying such things and the fading after glow of there shared orgasm, he couldn't help but want more.

"Are you sure? Doing this will be hard enough with you being a…" Ike paused for a moment to find the right word. "beginner." He didn't know why, but he felt calling Marth a virgin was emasculating and rude. The royal caressed the mercenaries cheek. Ike's worry of others well being over his own was something he loved about his boyfriend.

"I'll be alright, I promise. We where going to get into these sort of situations eventually, and besides, you're a beginner as well." Marth said with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. "Just try and be gentle, please."

Ike felt a slight shiver at his lovers words.

"Yes, of course." He agreed. "But you must promise to tell me if you feel to much pain." Ike stated, pulling Marth's hand from his own cheek and instead lightly stroking his lovers face. "I want to avoid as much discomfort as I can for you." Marth simply nodded, letting the mercenary pull him into a kiss.

Soon though Marth pulled away, to soon for Ike. The taller slid the hand previously on the Altean's cheek around to the back of his lovers head and pulled them together for more.

Though Marth was starting to feel slightly overwhelmed he could not help being drawn into the heated kiss, his hand starting to roam the others chest. Ike began to stroke and message his boyfriends lower back and hair.

Soon Marth felt Ike's tongue flick across his lower lip, asking for entry. Slowly the prince separated his lips, allowing the excited mercenary to slid in, eagerly exploring. Ike poked at Marth's tongue, encouraging the royal to play along. Marth, never being one to take the leading role, attempted to play but soon subdued to the mercenary, letting the taller take control while he took in the pleasure, something the prince didn't particularly like. It made him feel like he was just using the mercenary for the pleasure. Lying back and taking it in while the taller did all the work.

Marth pushed back against the playful intruder, attempting to take control of the situation. With out relishing, pushing Ike himself back, and with Marth on the bench and Ike kneeling on the ground, the prince was able to tower over the other, taking command.

Ike let the royal have his time before grinding the kiss to a halt, pushing the other away. It's not like he had a problem with Marth being a little more aggressive, but he felt the royals fingers twitching, knowing well that that was his bodies signal that the prince was hiding how uncomfortable he was.

"Are you okay?" Ike asked as he attempted to catch his breath.

"Ya, why?" Marth responded, attempting to sound natural, but they both knew Ike could see right through him.

"It's alright, I know your nervous sweet heart. Do you wanna st-"

"No." Marth shot back quickly, causing Ike to chuckle at the cuteness.

"Alright," He accepted, leaning the royal back against the wall facing him. "Just sit back and let me take care of you."

"But-" Marth started but was interrupted by the mercenaries lips, steeling the words.

"But what?" Ike asked in between kisses.

"I *kiss* I don *kiss*" The prince attempted but continued getting interrupted. With a chuckle, eventually Marth pushed against Ike, separating their lips. "Ike, I don't want you to do all the work."

"It's fine, I don't mind." Ike assured.

"But, I… I want to make you feel good too." Marth blurted out, head kept down to avoid the others gaze. Ike chuckled, his expression softening. They were shy, nervous, and unsure. Yes they had acquired info from various sources but doing it for real was quite a bit different and more uncomfortable. Of course, actually doing something is always harder than just talking about it, but one thing Ike had assured himself the moment he realized he wanted to take this most intimate step was that he wasn't going to pressure the prince. He would take things slow to reduce the awkwardness and make sure that there was as minimal amount of pain as possible.

"It's fine, trust me," Ike leaned closer, whispering into his lovers ear. "You make me feel amazing." Marth let out a shaky breath at the comment, feeling the beginnings of an erection but he was still a little concerned at his lack of contribution, wanting this to be something they both worked for.

"I could…" Marth started but faded out, covering his mouth and glance only momentarily down at the lower half of his lover before turning away out of embarrassment. It took a moment before what the royal was hinting at hit Ike.

"Oh, OH! N-no, it's fine." He assured quickly before going silent, feeling slightly embarrassed at the images his lovers words evoked. In an attempt to distract himself, he turned his mind back to the problem that had been worrying him for some time.

What he needed now was something to prepare the royal for what was to come, the problem being that he had no lubricant to speak of, which he refused to continue without. Technically, yes, saliva may be used but he really didn't like that idea.

Ike glanced around, honestly not expecting to find anything, yet his eye's fell upon the liquid soap dispenser mounted on the wall. After contemplating it for a moment, he excepted the fact that this was most likely the best he was going to find within the shower stall.

Marth's eyes opened at the sound of the mercenary standing.

"Ike?"

"We'll have to use this, I'm sorry, I know it is not the best option but unfortunately it is the only one we have at the moment." Ike informed as he coated his fingers in the thick opalescent liquid.

"Mmuumm…" the prince hummed in a low tone in realization of what Ike was planning to do. Marth held his legs closed instinctively. Ike knelt again in front of his boyfriend, placing his 'clean' hand on one of the royal's knees and leaned up to kiss his lovers forehead.

"It will be alright." Ike assured, receiving a smile from the nervous blunette. Suddenly Marth wrapped his arms around the mercenary and leaned his head on Ike's shoulder. It was kind of sad that Ike shared this gentle side of himself with the royal alone, but it also made Marth kind of happy that he was a person Ike could trust to let him see it.

Finally the royal relaxed his body, letting Ike pull away but still hung his arms around the taller, and loosed his legs. As the mercenary positioned his fingers Marth kept his eyes shut out of both embarrassment and some unease of the impending pain.

"Are you ready?" Ike asked, only receiving a nod in response. The royal jolted when the cold of the make-shift lubricant first made contact with his entrance. Ike started with rubbing the entry first for a few seconds before finally sinking his pointer finger in. The mercenary immediately saw the effect as the royal shifted and let out an odd sound but didn't say a word of discomfort. Ike paused only a third in to let the royal rest, becoming a little paranoid of hurting his boyfriend.

"Ike?" Marth questioned once his body had calmed a bit.

"Sorry." Ike apologized, continuing his invasion till he had fully inserted his first finger. Again the royal shifted uncomfortably, attempting to hold in his voice but failing.

Again Ike froze. It was an odd situation to say the least. It was intense to finally be penetrating the royal. Physically he wasn't feeling much, only Marth contracting around his finger, which was enticing, but nothing near what the royal was feeling, pain and hopefully some sort of pleasure.

"Ike?" Marth called again. "You don't have to go so slow."

"But-"

"I'm fine." The royal interrupted. "It is a little painful but barely much, I'm just not used to the feeling." The mercenaries expression changed to that which only Marth knew to be his way of pouting and received a reassuring smile. Ike thought he was supposed to be calming and reassuring Marth, not the other way around.

Though still a little worried, Ike did as Marth requested and proceeded, adding the second finger and beginning to gently widen the royals opening. The prince continued to instinctively wiggle which also inadvertently caused Ike's fingers to stretch him further.

As his lover continued to explore him, touching, stroking, pushing against various spot. Marth felt his pain drift away as he became entranced in the feeling. He turned his head to the side and let out a long sigh as his heart seemed to try and match his boyfriends movements with its beats. Without thinking the monarch raised his hips into Ike's fingers, giving better access to the mercenary who watched him with hungry eyes.

Ike could see the bliss on the royals face and, though it did make him happy that Marth was enjoying it now, he couldn't help but want to experience the same pleasure. He wanted to know the same thrill as the royal, to fell the younger around his hardening cock. Ike couldn't stop himself from getting excited as he watched his lover wordlessly ask him to take him further, to the point where Ike couldn't stand it anymore.

He slid his fingers out of the royal, hearing a sad breath.

"I-" Marth attempted but was cut off by Ike's demanding lips, "Mmm!"

Ike pulled back just long enough to say, "Let me come in." before drawing him close for another kiss. Desperate for contact Ike ground his hips down into the royal, causing their erections to rub against each other, both let out throaty gasps. Before Ike's eagerness could go out of control he reminded himself of the lubricant.

Despite his bodies pleas Ike released the royal, siting back on the ground in a loss of breath.

Ike uttered a quick apology, then took a moment to let his heart rate slow before reaching up for more liquid soap, preparing to lubricate himself for the full entry.

"Wait!" Marth halted, grabbing the mercenaries hand, realizing what the other was preparing to do. "Please, let me do it." He asked, watching as it was finally Ike's turn to blush.

It at the request took the mercenary off guard, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Alright." Marth held out his hand as Ike wiped the soap onto his palm, keeping his eyes down in embarrassment at what he was going to do, but he was determined to make his boyfriend feel good as well. It wasn't fair that the royal got to enjoy such pleasure but then push Ike away when he tried to experience it as well.

The two found themselves staring transfixed as he reached down and took the mercenaries cock in his hand, feeling a jolt from Ike at the sudden coldness on such a sensitive spot. The royal took no time to doddle, beginning to stroke slowly but soon picking up pace. As the blunette's hand pumped faster and faster, Ike's breathes got shorter and shorter enjoying not just the feeling of being touched but the thought and realization that it was Marth touching him.

"Marth." Ike groaned as sweat began to form, one hand pushing against the wall behind the royal. The other pulled Marth close so the mercenary could bury his face in the royals hair as he reveled in the sensation, realizing that this was what the monarch must have felt before. The growing issue was that Ike felt himself climbing closer to his edge which wasn't something he wanted to do, not yet, not without Marth.

The shorter kept his sight on what he was doing, focusing on making the mercenary feel good. Not knowing much, the royal took from what knowledge he got from Ike minutes ago and pressed a finger into the vain on the underside of the blunette's shaft.

Ike suddenly forced Marth away, causing the younger to yelp in surprise at the sudden interruption. The mercenary held the royals shoulders tightly as he caught his breath, attempting to calm himself whilst the monarch sat in confusion.

"Sorry." Marth eventually apologized, which led to Ike looking up at him, still slightly out of breath. "I guess I did something wrong."

"No." Ike assured, pulling their faces closer. "It was great, too great, I had to stop you or I might have cum on your hand." Ike explained, making Marth turn away with a blush. Ike smiled and pecked the others cheek. "Shall we begin the final step?" He asked.

"Alright."

There was some shifting as Ike got up on the bench, eventually leading to the two turning to sit length wise across the it, giving a little more room. Ike tucked his arms under the shorter mans knees, both holding them up and apart.

Ike couldn't help but look the royal over, sweating and red, naked and open for him to take, shaft hard, and some soap still at his opening. Ike took it all in, overjoyed to finally be doing this, not just for the pleasure, but also for at last being one with the man he adored. To take the step that showed the two where perfectly happy and comfortable with each other. God he loved Marth so much.

Ike looked down at himself about to enter the royal, finding that his control was being sucked away by watching his lover's face.

As soon as the mercenaries head poked the royals entrance, Marth flinched. Ike glanced up with a worried look, questioning whether or not to stop now, but he knew his body wouldn't even consider that.

"Ike, no matter what I do or say, just keep going until you're all the way in." Ike raised an eyebrow at this. The royal turned away from him, embarrassed to be saying such things. "I just want to get the initial pain done and over with, so please, don't stop half way to give me a brake like with your fingers. Just get to the end and then you can pause."

The mercenary didn't respond, knowing he would have a hard time forming words in this state, and accepted Marth's request. Ike looked back down at what he was doing (or was about to) and with a deep breath, began to enter.

"AhAhh!" Came Marth's voice as his lover slowly slid in, stretching his inner walls. It was more painful then he had imaged, much more then what Ike had done with his fingers, but he did have a vague idea of the eventual pay off from his previous ejaculation. The thought of felling that once more and finally being complete with his boyfriend was enough motivation to stick out the pain.

Ike held in a moan as Marth's body tightened around him, attempting to stop the invader, but in turn, the growing pressure around the mercenaries manhood only raised the pleasure, urging him to continue.

Once the mercenary had fully sheathed himself inside his lover, Ike sat as still as humanly possible to give Marth's body a chance to adjust to the intrusion. The taller looked up and sucked in a sharp breath. Marth lay back, chest heaving, tears dripping down his cheeks, though they were hard to differentiate from the shower droplets. Ike could feel the royals inner walls pulsing around him from Marth's pounding heart, giving a good yet incomplete sensation.

As Marth attempted to calm himself and cope with the pain, Ike fought two very opposite yet equally strong emotions.

Part of him wanted to put a stop to the whole situation, to just pull out and stop Marth's pain. He knew that no matter what he did it would end up hurting his love, not to mention this kind of position and place was awfully difficult on the body even if you have gone through it a few times.

Yet this conflicted with his human instinct to give in to his craving for the royal. They were finally making love and it was a struggle to fight the desire to push the shorter down and take him with no remorse. To have the feeling of finally being complete with the man he loved, to fulfill this throbbing sensation. The sad thing was that if Ike where to do this he knew that Marth would later say it was alright, that it was his fault for trying to hold Ike back. But the mercenary couldn't hurt the royal so bad.

Ike settled for the middle, pulling Marth into a close embrace, whispering sweet nothings and slowly sliding his hand up and down the others body in soothing motions in attempts to distract the prince from the pain. Marth simply sat there silently, taking deep ragged breathes, shifting uncomfortably once in a while.

After what seemed like forever, Marth finally spoke again.

"Go, ahead." Marth breathed, already starting to feel a little tired.

"Are you sure?" Ike asked.

"Mff." Was all that escaped the royals sealed lips as he nodded. Ike hesitated, but slid his hands to either side of Marth's waist and began to move ever so gently, rocking his hips left and right, stretching the monarch out further. "Muh… mu… muuuuha… uh." Came Marth every so often as he fidgeted, taking in the feeling of something hot and large moving inside him. There was of course residual pain, yet there was this growing sensation of pleasure, a sensation that urged him to go further, wanting more.

Ike bit his lower lip, feeling some of his restraint fade as Marth's whimpers of pain began turning to moans of pleasure, but he held it in. Just a bit longer, just a little more till he could let himself go, let his instincts take control.

Once Marths actions settled more into enjoying a pleasurable experience rather than fighting through a painful one, Ike started moving his hips forward and back rather than to and fro, almost pulling himself completely out before sliding back in.

The royal's body adjusted and excepted the shift in direction rather quickly. Marth barely felt an ounce of added pain in the change.

As the two continued he began to fall deeper and deeper into the pleasure.

"Ike." Marth called, his voice cracking under the pressure. Marth whimpered as he attempted to silence himself, embarrassed by his loud and ugly voice.

"D-don't stop." Ike asked, though it sounded more like an order. He pulled the royal in for a couple of hungry kisses before continuing. "I wanna hear you… so good. Call my name Marth."

"MMu mmu." Marth hummed, keeping his lips shut, not wanting his obnoxiously loud voice to ruin the moment.

Ike pouted inwardly. He wanted this to be as easy an experience as possible for
them, having to focus on keeping his voice down would be troublesome and hard for his lover. Sure he could force the royal to keep his lips open with his fingers or a towel, but this was there first time, he didn't want to force anything on the Altean.

"Please, just this one time Marth, don't think. Don't think about anything else, just this feeling. Don't think of whats happening outside this stall, don't worry about disturbing the mood, just take it all in." Ike pleaded, brushing his lips against the royals neck.

Marth tightened his grip on the mercenary, still awkward about letting his voice go, but if that's what Ike wanted.

"Ike." Marth whispered, receiving a reward of a sharp thrust. "AHH!" Escaped the royals lips at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot up his spine, his head flying back.

"Yes, again." Ike instructed, not particularly happy with bribing the royal in this way, but he also couldn't just ignore the immeasurable need to drive into the royal again like that, to feel that shot of pleasure, to feel the world shift momentarily.

"Ike." The royal called again, receiving another hard thrust. "Ike. *thrust* Ike! *thrust* IKE!" It continued like that, each time the name was called brought a sharp thrust that seamed to be growing in speed. Ike heard a sharp breath from his boyfriend as he bit down on the royals neck, determined to leave a mark.

The situation was extremely perverted if Marth thought about it, receiving such a dirty thing for screaming a name, but that was becoming harder and harder care about as the prince's mind fogged.

Eventually Marth's voice became to hoarse to scream his lovers name without it hurting, but that didn't stop the mercenary. Ike let go of the royals neck and focused on his thrusts. Each time their hips connected a bolt of pleasure shot up there spines, inching them closer and closer to the edge.

"Marth" Ike growled as he felt his sanity slipping away, not being able to see or think of anything other then the royal and this thrill, only of bringing to two closer, higher.

Then, Marth started to feel that pressure, like he was going to pee embarrassingly enough, but this time he knew what this meant.

"I-Ike!" The royal practically screamed in between bolts of pleasure. "I-I can't! Not, not for much, Ahh! Longer!" It was patchy and loud but it was the closest thing to a sentence Marth could muster. His mind had already gone to mush by this point, filling his head with only lust and want.

"Please, just wait."

"I- I can't,"

"Please, I… I want to, come together." Ike asked, taking one of the princes hands from around his neck and linked their fingers together, unintentionally pushing their hands up against the wall.

"I-Ike!"

"Marth!" The royal was going crazy, attempting to hold back. "Just a little longer." Ike assured, almost at his peak as well.

"Ike!"

"Now." Ike grunted. Marth let out a harsh yell as he was finally able to release the strain, felling the same wave of fulfillment as the first time he came. Ike on the other hand shook at this new sensation, seeing nothing but a flash of white light as the world seemed to slow to a crawl.

Ike's hands slammed against the stall wall behind Marth as he attempted to keep steady, his breaths slowing. Marth lay back on the bench in exhaustion, also trying to regulate his breathing. Neither of them had realized what a workout it would be.

Soon though Ike found his legs couldn't hold him any long. He gently pulled out, trying hard not to disturb the royal too much, only getting a slight squirm in response. Once he had removed himself from his love, Ike sat on the tiled floor, leaning against the wall behind him.

It didn't take long for Marth to slide his way off the bench and take a seat on the mercenaries lap, wanting to hold and be held by his lover. Ike flopped an exhausted hand over Marth's lap, not having any complaints of having the royal near.

There was a long pause of reveling in the after math of their actions before someone spoke.

"Are you okay, does it hurt bad?" Ike asked in a worried tone.

Marth continued his silence for a moment longer which increased Ike's concern.

"It's alright," The royal breathed out in almost a whisper, then cupped his lovers cheeks with both hands and brought them close. "It felt good."

The two smiled, sharing a long slow kiss, not in lust but love. The couple spent some time relaxing in each others arms in the still, astonishingly, hot water of the shower.

"Well," Came Marth. "I guess you wont be so frustrated when I change in front of you anymore."

"You noticed, I'm sorry, did it bother you?"

"On the contrary, that's why I did it."

"What!?" Marth couldn't help but chuckle, leaning back into his pouting boyfriend.

"I never did wash your back." He reminded.

"Let's save that for later."

Here it is! Like 2 years later but its here! My FIRST lemon. I think I did okay, how about you?

The beginning was weird cuz I originally wrote it more sexual and awkward and like a month after I posted the first part, but decided I didn't like it and made in more fluffy. Hope that's okay.

The whole hinting of oral sex was just a passing idea that I decided to put down. It was embarrassing ^/^ I hope you got what he was hinting at.

I hope liquid soap is okay to use as a lubricant in sex, I don't want Marth getting something bad cuz of it.

The funny thing about the liquid soap dispenser is that, if you remember, I mentioned it in the first part. When typing the story up I purposely put that in for the sole purpose of the the next part I wasn't even sure I was making. Funny right?

I don't know why but I really like the part where Marth is getting into the finger thing,I think I did good there.

The part about talking about it with other people sounds weird. I don't want to say that he knew it cuz that sounds like he had done it before but he hasn't. I meant like people had tried to help Ike with preparing for his first time with a guy by giving out awkward pointers so it was easier for the both of them.

The part where Ike was thinking about how them having sex wasn't just for pleasurable reasons, I wanted to put that that was something only 2 who really loved each other do, but then I realized that wasn't true and that ruined it. For thousands of years sex has been a means of pleasure and/or reproduction only and was very rarely done for the sake of love. Even today the main reason for sex is one of, if not both of these reasons. Though I know I have no right to complain being that I myself haven't ever had sex, but I have always felt like sleeping with someone should at the very least have some emotion behind it instead of simply for pleasure.

I like the part 'Once Marths actions settled more into enjoying a pleasurable experience rather than fighting through a painful one'

The fact that Marth was worried about disturbing the mood with his loud voice and then Ike saying it soon after was a hint at how well they know each other.

Marth's feelings of not being in control are, in my mind, brought on by being taught from childhood that he has to lead in everything, including in the bedroom, mostly for the making of heirs.

I do not own Ike or Marth!