(Just a little warning, there's most likely going to be mild smut in this as well as a few sexual moments here and there. Don't want to read that stuff? Please read a different one-shot scenario.)

(Note: This one shot has been rewritten.)
(Second Side Note: They are aged up.)

Happy reading!~

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Another year has gone by. A second chance to celebrate. The Anniversary for our beloved Smash fighters has commenced...and the celebratory party for the occasion is what everyone prefers to gossip about.

Out in the training arena, our fellow "FE Bunch" has gathered, not only to train, but to discuss ideas for separate party tricks and mini games to keep other fighters entertained.

Ragnell and Falchion clashed against each other as the bluenettes shared one long, determined stare towards one another before recoiling back to their previous positions. Watching from the nearby stands, Beres nodded in approval. "Good! Now, once more. However, find a different approach this time—one that your opponent will not expect."

Letting out a silent huff, Roy's head lay perched atop the palms of his hands as he glanced wearily over at the demanding green-haired professor, who had switched into her—as Roy likes to call it—'teacher mode.' "Do we seriously have to watch them? Why can't we be thinking of cool party games instead of seeing... this boring stuff!" The red head extended his arms out, palms facing the equally matched bluenettes.

Quiet coughs came from Robin and Reflet as their annoyed expressions proved that they were the ones brainstorming ideas. Pointing to Reflet's notebook, Robin replied, "What does this look like to you?"

"Your magic...tome...thingys." Roy shot back, wiggling his fingers in a childish way.

Beres sighed as she put her hands behind her back. "Ike, entertain Roy for one moment, will you?" She gestured to the bored, young lord who nearly yawned as he looked expectantly at the mercenary.

With a smirk and shrug, he glanced back at Marth, "Might wanna stand back for this one, Your Majesty." Sending a simple wink the prince's way, he finished, "Wouldn't want to ruin your whole garb, now, would I?"

Rolling his eyes, Marth scoffed as he trudged towards the outer walls of the arena, leaning his back against them. Crossing his arms, the shorter male grinned and called out, "Don't be disappointing."

Giving the prince a side glance, Ike shrugged as he gripped Ragnell's handle with both hands. Taking a deep breath, he gently closed his eyes and raised the handle above his head. For a brief moment, his sword looked normal—after a few seconds, however, a blue aura of fire had engulfed his golden blade.

Roy, not expecting this to occur, gaped his mouth open in awe. "Blue flames..." He excitedly glanced at Beres, pointing to the mercenary, "That's the hottest color you can even get! For sure, that'll hurt anyone it touches." Chuckling under her breath, Beres smiled as she rested one hand on her hip. "I knew you'd like this."

Once a few seconds had gone by, a ray of sun had reached the sharpened edge of Ike's blade as it tracked towards the tip, a small sparkle had appeared. Smirking to himself, Ike immediately punctured the floor with his sword as it had emitted 3 tall pillars of flames. Each slowly dying out, one after the other.

Pulling his sword out from the ground, the mercenary rested Ragnell on his shoulder as he grinned at the astonished red lord. "I like to call that...'Eruption.'"

Earning a few claps for his performance, Ike jokefully bowed down, then pointed the tip of his sword towards Marth, smiling. "Now, about our sparring." Bringing Ragnell down to his side, the mercenary watched as the light bluenette chuckled, coming back to stand in front of him.

"Back into your ready positions." Beres instructed.

Following instructions, the two went into their starting stances as they locked eyes together. "Remember, catch your opponent off guard. Do something that makes them think twice." Raising her hand above her head, Beres slowly counted down. "Begin!" She exclaimed, whipping her hand down simultaneously.

Striking towards Marth's head, Ike was surprised when he saw no one in front of him. His eyes widened as he looked down to see the prince quickly sweep his leg, making him fall onto his back. However, not willing to give up yet, Ike returned the favor, causing Marth to also fall over. Unfortunately, the prince had landed on top of Ike, his hands barely keeping his body upright.

They shared a moment of silence as the two of them had managed to somehow lock eyes. Soon after, however, Ike scoffed as he mumbled, "What attack is this? Heh...I've never seen you use it before."

Marth, flustered and wide eyed, quickly got back up on his feet and no longer on top of the mercenary. Brushing off any dirt on his tunic, the prince quietly coughed to himself as Ike slowly got back up as well.

Beres, still watching their interaction, nodded and called out, "Well done. Lucina, Corrin; you're up."

Angrily muttering to himself, the prince glanced behind him and quickly replied, "That was a mistake. Not an intentional move." The mercenary shrugged as he stuck Ragnell back into the ground. "I doubt it. Besides, a move like that would work on me anytime..."

Shocked and wide eyed, Marth whipped his head around as his sword followed suit, its sharp tip pointed at Ike's neck. Frustrated, the shorter male breathed heavily, yet silently as he stared deep into the eyes of the navy bluenette in front of him. Hands raised to his chest, Ike paused, then grinned as his eyebrow raised. "Going for the neck, now, aren't you? Trying to tell me something, eh?"

Abruptly pulling Falchion away from Ike, Marth huffed as he sheathed his sword back into its casing. "Flirting with me won't get you anywhere." As he began walking towards the stairway to the stands of the arena, Ike followed close behind him. Taking their seats, the two of them watched as Lucina and Corrin began their sparring session.

With a quick nudge of his shoulder, Ike glanced over at the prince; who was obviously trying to avoid any and all eye contact with him. "Who said I was flirting with you? You never know, I could've been talking normally and that's only how you interpreted it."

Marth huffed as his arms instinctively crossed. Furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed and quickly replied, "It's easy to spot your smooth talking. I've been around you long enough to know your different tones of voice." Shooting the mercenary a sideways glance, he mumbled a simple "Hmph..." and focused back onto Lucina and Corrin.

"I think you're forgetting something, Marth." The mercenary smugly pointed out, "Smooth talkers always have smooth tongue—" He was quickly interrupted as Marth covered Ike's mouth with his palm.

Red faced and flushed over, the prince cleared his throat, "Don't...say another word..."

Grasping Marth's wrist and pulling it away from his mouth, Ike smiled and asked, "Well, I'm not wrong, am I?" The prince groaned and rolled his eyes, "How would I know? I've never... Never... Ah..."

Hand still wrapped around Marth's wrist, the mercenary smirked and pulled the prince's hand towards him. "Go on, then. Finish your sentence," he teased, leaning in towards Marth's face. "You've never 'what?'"

The prince went silent as his throat ran dry. Finally mustering up enough strength to pull his arm away from Ike's hold, Marth immediately faked a cough and mumbled, "Nothing. Forget I had said anything."

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Once training and planning was over, Marth headed back to his designated room with Ike "escorting him" there. Before opening the door, Marth looked back at the mercenary and flashed a small smile his way. "You can... Ahem... You can go now."

Nodding his head, Ike winked and waved goodbye as he replied, "Don't be late tonight. I won't have any fun without you."

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As the usual group sat around the round table, Chrom came back with a large tray and a disappointed look on his face. "This is irresponsible."

Taking the tray from her father's hands, Lucina smiled and explained, "It's a party, father. And if you want to disagree, Mother and Robin made the idea."

The Ylissean king's face slowly changed expression when he heard the mention of his wife and her doppelgänger. An argument with Reflet would be hard enough, but against 2 of her? Not a chance. The king crossed his arms and frowned, reluctantly taking the seat next to his wife.

With an eager stare and excited feeling, Ike watched the princess put the tray onto the table top to reveal a few bottles of vodka and 11 shot glasses. Without hesitation, the mercenary laughed loudly as he grabbed a glass in his hand and pointed towards the white haired tacticians. "You guys have some crazy ideas. Have to admit, though, I'm not complaining."

The light bluenette prince, who was sitting next to him, scoffed. "Unbelievable. Of course you, of all people, would love this game."

Hands slamming onto the table, Robin got off his chair and stood up. "Now, here's what we're doing tonight." Glancing over at Reflet, she smiled and nodded, adding onto his statement, "Shot Roulette."

The male tactician began setting up the game as Reflet would explain its rules. Placing each shot glass in a circular formation in front of each chair, he was handed the bottle of alcohol from Lucina and put it in the center for all to see.

The rules, so it's clear:

Whatever bottle is used to pour drinks will be the one used to spin. Once the bottle has been spun, whichever player the bottle's spout is pointing towards must fill up their glass and take a shot. Hence the name, "Shot Roulette."

Quite obviously, the last one to handle their alcohol intake is the winner.

The fighters glanced at each other around the table, determined looks and ugly glares directed at one another. All were ready to awaken their competitive spirit as the bottle had begun to spin. After a few seconds, the spout had landed towards Ike's shot glass. A few "Ooh's" were shared amongst the group as Ike sighed with a smile and poured himself a shot.

He raised his hand towards the group and smirked, "Cheers." With a single gulp, the mercenary showed no difference in expression as he slammed the glass back onto the table.

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With a scrunched expression and a groan of repulsion, Byleth put the shot glass back onto the table before signaling that he was done for the round. Reflet, who was barely holding onto her thoughts, smiled and exclaimed, "Looks like our second green-strategist couldn't help it!"

Pounding his fist onto the table, Byleth hung his head low before snickering intensely and glancing back up at the silver haired female, coming back at her, "Says the one who only took 5, then collapsed onto Chrom."

A few laughs were shared around the table. Ike glanced over at Marth, who was clutching his chest from taking his 9th shot. An eyebrow raised on the mercenary's face as he was curious as to why the prince was trying so hard to win. In the end, there wasn't exactly a prize to be given—it was just for fun. Then again, it seemed that the prince revealed his competitive side, to which Ike found intriguing.

The navy bluenette leaned towards Marth as he mumbled close to his ear, "I never thought you could take it."

The prince shot him a sideways glance as he whipped his intoxicated, red-face towards the mercenary. Slurring on his words, Marth quickly argued, "You think I'm a coward, hm? If there's competition, I'm always up for a challenge." Grasping Ike's collar in his gloved hand, the prince formed a smug grin across his face—one that Ike hadn't seen before—and pulled Ike towards him as he muttered, "We're the only ones left. Bring it on, Commander."

This sudden change in Marth's personality and stature had intimidated, yet aroused Ike to a certain degree. The prince he had always teased seemed to vanish, revealing a much more immature, and "sexy" version of Marth.

Across the table, Roy {7 shots} snickered underneath the palm of his hand as he pointed out, "You better watch out, Ike! I think Marth is getting a little too cocky for you, eh?"

Gently releasing Ike from his grip, Marth smirked with a mischievous look as he crossed his legs underneath the table, agreeing with Roy's callout. The mercenary managed a quiet huff underneath his breath as he spun the bottle once more, the spout quickly landing on Marth's glass once again.

Ike watched with an intense glare as he saw the prince struggle to grab the bottle and pour himself a glass, accidentally spilling some of its vodka onto the table and also on his tunic. The prince ignored his mess and gulped down another shot, the liquid seeping out from the cup and dripping from his chin. He wiped away the mess from his mouth using his glove, then banged the glass onto the table.

"Hah, 10th one!" Marth exclaimed, a proud grin spread across his face as Ike smiled to himself and nodded.

With open hands held across his chest, Ike sighed and flipped the top of his shot glass upside down, placing it onto the table. "Alright, alright. I'm out, you win, Marth."

9 to 10. Ike had only taken one less shot compared to Marth, but he didn't back out because it was too much for him to handle. Something about their interaction earlier drew the mercenary into letting the prince win. During that shared moment, Ike felt a sense of domination coming from Marth. ...And something about that feeling turned him on.

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By now, the group had split up and were partying further into the night. For an anniversary celebration, they and many others were enjoying this party to its fullest.

Still standing at the table, Ike and Marth were carelessly chatting, both throwing flirtatious remarks at one another, but neither willing to give in. Between their conversations, however, Marth would pour himself more vodka from time to time. It took some time before Ike had noticed and began growing a little cautious, watching the prince gulp down shot after shot.

Just as Marth was reaching for the bottle again, Ike grabbed him by the wrist and pulled away. Eyes locked together in a trance, the two of them shared a few intense stares before the mercenary broke the silence, "Hey, I think you've had enough for now."

The light bluenette, gazing at the man standing in front of him, grinned then chuckled. His eyes darted towards his wrist, Ike still holding on. "Deja vù..." He mumbled, before tugging his arm behind his back, lurching Ike even closer towards the prince.

Without a second thought, Marth's mind was already long gone as he gripped the back of Ike's head, pulling it towards his own and firmly pressing his lips against the mercenary's. A shocked gasp managed to escape from Ike's mouth as he felt the prince kiss roughly and hungrily.

Now this... This was something Ike enjoyed.

As the grip around Marth's wrist loosened, Ike immediately wrapped his arms around the prince's waist. His hands perfectly outlined Marth's figure as he brought the shorter male closer to his body. He slowly caressed Marth's back, causing the prince to shudder and gasp for breath as he felt the mercenary's body heat grow stronger.

The two of them abruptly broke apart, sharing one more lustful gaze as smiles appeared on both their faces. They knew what they wanted.

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The door slammed loudly behind them as Ike grasped Marth's wrists firmly in one hand, pushing them against the door and above his head, licking gently at the prince's bottom lip. With his other hand, Ike lifted Marth's leg up and pressed it against his waist.

Moaning through the kiss, Marth allowed Ike to enter the opening between his lips before immediately feeling his slick tongue brush against his own. He whined, full of pleasure, as his growing erection began to press against Ike's chest.

His position and how Ike managed to leave Marth in such a vulnerable place made him want so much more than what he was already getting. He knew that Ike could be capable of more, so he decided to force it out of the mercenary.

Ike finally released the prince's wrists from his grasp before being guided towards the bed in front of them. The act of Marth quickly being in charge this time made him hard.

The shorter male had managed to straddle Ike against the mattress as he perched himself atop of the mercenary's thighs. Leaning on the bed frame for support, the taller male smirked as the prince leaned forward to share another tender kiss.

Grinning widely, Marth let out a groan as he mumbled, "God, I love the way you taste..."

Hands traveling from Marth's thighs towards his waistline, Ike gently caressed the prince's hips before beginning to undo his belt. In doing so, this caused Marth's fingers to curl inwards, his hands gripping tightly onto the sleeves of Ike's shirt as he whimpered.

Successfully removing Marth's belt, the navy bluenette quickly threw it off the bed and began to aim for the prince's tunic next. As he slowly began to unbutton it, Marth aimed to do the same; the two of them slipping each other's shirts off their shoulders.

With bare chests and exposed necks, Ike was the first one to take action; he smirked smugly into a crook in the prince's neck as he slowly ran his hand up Marth's leg, towards his knee and onto his inner thigh. He huskily muttered underneath a heavy breath, "Let me hear you, my love. And don't be afraid... I love the way you sound."

Ike's words sent a shiver down Marth's spine. He whimpered as the mercenary began to slowly palm at the prince's erection through the cloth, earning a loud, erotic moan from Marth. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head—the feeling of Ike touching him got Marth so aroused.

Staring hungrily at the prince's neck, Ike kissed the shorter male's skin gently, making his way towards Marth's obvious collarbone.

Panting for breath, the prince whined as he held Ike's hand in his own and pressed the mercenary's palm towards the top of Marth's bottoms. Smirking to himself, Ike made his way inside of the prince's pants and grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing the light bluenette faster, causing Marth to thrust his hips in rhythm with the mercenary's sensual movements. The shorter male moaned, repeating the navy haired male's name over and over with such pleasure.

Silencing the prince, Ike gently pressed his lips against Marth once more as they shared a long, hot kiss through heavy breaths.

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Sunlight broke through the blinds in the window as it shined onto Ike's eyes, waking him up. Rubbing his tired eyelids, the mercenary quickly realized who was asleep next to him. Instead of being shocked, however, he smiled and softly cupped Marth's cheek in his hand.

This woke the prince up, who had a much different reaction. Wide eyed, Marth sat up on his back, only to find out that his chest was bare. And... well... everything else about him is, too. He pulled the blanket over his upper body and stared at Ike for a few seconds before the mercenary put his hand on Marth's shoulder and grinned.

"Don't blame me. I know you're hungover—and probably won't remember, but you started it."

Huffing to himself, Marth smiled in defeat and pressed his palm to his forehead after feeling a minor headache. As Ike wrapped his arms around the prince's waist, he carefully pulled Marth towards him and chuckled. Marth, upset with Ike's teasing as always, answered, "You're lucky I was drunk. We're never doing that again. Not while I'm sober."

Hugging the shorter male from behind, Ike smiled into the prince's shoulder as he sighed contently, "You say that now. Well, you never know."

Marth scoffed as he rested his arms on top of Ike's. "Sure, whatever... Besides, the most I can remember was you taking off my shirt... What happened after all that?"

With a mischievous chuckle, the mercenary kissed Marth's cheek as he answered, "Trust me. You don't want to know."