(This story will take place during Brawl, so some fighters in Ultimate/Smash 4 will not be included.

I'm sorry if this makes you mad.

However, it's the only way this story will make sense.

Oh, very mild smut warning.

Enjoy reading!~)

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Ike's POV

I was bored, and yet tired at the same time.

Lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling isn't entertaining.

I sighed and got off my back.

For as long as I've been here, I've never gotten around to doing something extreme.

I've made a few friends, but it was hard.

I'm not much of a talker when it comes to strangers. But that's besides the point.

That's when I decided, "Screw it. I'm going to the bar."

I was feeling bored and like trash, so why not wake myself up?  Besides, it's the evening. Why not?

I changed out of my comfy clothes and into my normal attire, then headed out.

Lucky for me, the bar was only a few halls down from my room.

I noticed a few others walking the same direction I was. Funny, isn't it? I have a feeling we're all drinking tonight.

This'll be a fun ride.

—A few minutes later—

I opened the double doors to the bar and they swung open.

Immediately, strong scents of alcohol filled my nose. Almost like a punch straight to my face.

I chuckled. I almost forgot the bar was the same size, maybe even bigger—than the dining hall.

Stepping inside, the flooring changed from carpet to wood.

I walked around for a bit, looking for my usual group of friends.

"Hey, Ike. We're over here."

I turned around at the sound of my name and saw them. My good pals; Snake, Samus, and Captain Falcon.

Their table was already covered in wine and whiskey bottles.

They had an empty chair for me, next to Snake.

I sat down, resting my left leg on my right leg.

"How's it going guys?" I asked, grinning.

"We're alright. It was boring earlier, but thankfully you're here." Samus replied, filling her glass with a bottle of red wine.

Snake saw me eyeing the bottle and took it from Samus when she finished pouring.

He held it towards me and questioned, "Want a glass too?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

He nodded as he sat up and asked the bartender, Link, for an empty glass.

Once he came back, he handed me my glass and I poured around half the cup.

Cap nudged me and laughed. "That's all you're getting? Come on, put more in."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Fine, fine."

Pouring more wine in, the 3 of them kept chanting, "More! More! More!"

Eventually, I reached the brim of the glass and stopped.

Snake pat my back. "Now chug it!"

"If you say so." I replied, looking down at my glass.

Closing my eyes, I chugged the wine and swallowed every last drop.

I heard others cheering for me as I wiped my mouth with my cape.

"Whoo! Ike's first drink!" Samus exclaimed after finishing hers.

After awhile, they kept asking me to drink more, but I passed and drank from my water instead.

"Y'know, Ike—why don't you try mingling with the others?" Cap asked me with a cheeky smile and putting his arm on the table.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Mingle? Why?"

He laughed. "It's really only the 3 of us you stick with. Why don't you try talking to someone else?"

I looked at him confused.

Cap looked around the room and suddenly pointed to someone that was standing at the counter.

"Her."

I followed where he was looking and caught sight of someone... gorgeous.

Sure, I was only looking at the back view, but man—she looked amazing.

Blue hair, a lighter shade than mine, sort of in the the style of a pixie cut. They probably grew it out, though, since it seemed longer than a pixie cut.

Their clothes looked similar to mine, just a lighter shade. A light blue tunic, outlined in gold—just like mine, but longer.

Bright blue pastel cape, black leggings and gloves, and brown boots topped with white cloth.

I don't know who this is... but they look amazing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the 3 of them grinning at me, smugly.

"Go on." Cap urged me.

I nodded and smirked. "Can do."

I stood up from my seat and stood next to the mysterious person.

"One iced white wine, please."

Link nodded as he turned around to get this girl's drink ready.

"Hey there. Are you doing anything later tonight? Whatever you want, it's up to you." I attempted to flirt.

She turned her head to face me and spoke, "Pardon? Were you talking to me?"

I froze. That's not a girl...

It was a guy. The "she" I was referring to was a male.

I was at a loss for words.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" He asked, waving his hand.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were—"

He scoffed as he sat down on the barstool in front of him. "A girl?"

I looked away, embarrassed.

How is he a guy?! From behind, he looks so much like a lady!

"Take a seat, it's open." He instructed me.

I silently nodded as I stared at the polished, wooden countertop.

Link came back with a short glass filled with ice and white wine.

"Thanks." He responded, taking the glass and pulling it near him.

"So," He began. "Let's get this out of the way first. I'm Marth. And you are?"

"I'm Ike." I responded.

"Ike, what made you think I was a girl, hm?"

I blushed. "Your body shape.."

Marth took a sip from his drink. "So you're a pervert."

I shook my head. "No, I'm not! Blame my friend, he was the one who—"

"Shush." He said, holding his hand in front of my face.

"You're a little talkative, aren't you?" I heard him giggle. "My favorite kind."

"Excuse me, are you.. hitting on me?" I asked, my eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Marth shrugged. "Do you want me to be?"

I scratched the back of my head. Even though he's not a girl, I still feel a little attracted to him.

He seems calm, yet feisty.

It's actually kinda hot.

I smirked and leaned in closer to him. "Yes, actually. I do want you to flirt."

I noticed Marth slightly fake cough as he moved away from me.

"Y-You're too close. I've got personal space." He mumbled, sipping his drink once more.

"Oh, you do?" I questioned, grinning.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. I hope that you can respect that." Marth replied after finishing his glass.

I chuckled. This Marth guy, I think I like him more than I do women.

"Can you stop staring? It's making you look thirsty for me." Marth pointed out.

I tilted my head. "And if I was?"

He shook his head and groaned. "That's it. I'm leaving."

He stormed out of the bar, but... I'm not done with him yet.

I followed him outside and gripped onto his wrist.

"What the—?! Unhand me!" He yelled.

Third Person POV

Ike smiled. "Not a chance."

He pushed Marth onto the nearest wall and pinned him in place.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" Marth exclaimed.

Ike shushed and put his finger to Marth's lips. "Quiet. You're going to attract someone's attention."

"Don't touch me." Marth mumbled.

Out of nowhere, Ike gently kissed Marth, gripping onto his shoulders.

Marth's POV

Does Ike have no manners?! I didn't even allow him to kiss me!

I hated it. But I will admit, he's got soft lips. It's almost... addicting.

Wait, no! He's a pervert, I shouldn't be enjoying this!

I forcefully pushed him away from me.

"You're such a pervert!" I yelled.

He chuckled at me again and pinned me once more.

"Don't you—!" I tried fighting back.

Before I could finish my sentence, he kissed me once more.

I put my hands on his chest, about to push him away from me again, but... I felt him pull me closer.

I don't understand. How does he kiss so well?

As much as I want to pull away, I can't.

I think I'm enjoying this..

Third Person POV

From a mere kiss, to a make out session.

Neither could pull away.

However, once they did part, the 2 of them stared deep into each other's eyes.

Short on breath, Marth muttered, "W-Wow.. I didn't know you could do that."

He smiled smugly and continued. "Do you mind giving me an hour to learn how you... do it so easily?"

Ike smirked. "I could give you my entire night, if you desire~"