Sidetrip.

Notes: This is a rather old file... xD I can't even remember the majority of the reason why I wrote it. I remember something about having an insane idea about how the Smashers should be on a roadtrip, and they got cramped into this one huge van, and something about pissing Roy off cause they passed a Starbucks--which Roy is OCD about and went rabid on their ass. Not to mention he was very cranky from lack of beauty rest. Yes, something like that. Anyway, it lead up to this... It was meant to be a full series thing, but I'd gotten lazy somewhere along the line. So, this is the only remnant that remains that tells the idea ever existed. Besides my dwindling memory, anyway.
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Marth sighed in relief. Their team had all taken a pit-stop to relieve themselves and stretch out for a while. As large as their van was, it was still pretty damn small when packed with all of them.

Beside him, Roy was still slightly livid, fuming silently after mostly calming down about the whole coffee-incident. He was stressed, Marth was stressed, the others were stressed, and Fox and Falco were going to die when this was all over.

He stretched his legs out and stretched. Sure it was great to be close to Roy and have quality time, but for hours on end, even he was tired. And Roy probably felt the same even if he wouldn't say it. He was perfectly calm, but the way the redhead sat taut as a springboard beside him said he wasn't.

Sighing for a moment he leaned over to nuzzle the teen's neck, muttering that he'd be right back before he climbed to the mid-section of the van and hopped out the open door. He made his way over to Captain Falcon who was stretching his muscles by training slightly in the open area.

"When will we be leaving?" He asked. The other shrugged. "I'd say in half an hour or so, why? Did you want to leave sooner?" He asked. Marth quickly shook his head. "No, just wondering. That should be long enough for everyone." He said before walking away again towards the van, leaving the other to give him an odd look.

Climbing back in and closing the door behind him he climbed back to the back again. "We've got half an hour all to ourselves," He said with an almost happy tone to it. The teen beside him made a noise, sighing a little. Marth, knowing he wasn't going to get much else out of the other, decided to do something that would. Crawling across the seat he straddled the teen and pinned him there.

The redhead's blue eyes looked up at him in question and surprise. With a small smirk, the Altean leaned down and placed a kiss on the others mouth softly, before pressing harder and demanding. A low moan was his reply as Roy responded to him and raised his arms to wrap around the other swordsman's waist as he melted into the kiss, eagerly opening his mouth for more.

Their mouths clashed and dueled, tongues twining fiercely around one another before unlocking and continuing to tease and play. Marth's hands worked their way down the General's shoulders, down their chest and back up, hoping to draw out some of the tension in the others body. He shifted a little so his body met and slid against the Pharaean's. Quiet gasps filled the van from the action and the two broke apart, breathing heavily.

Marth moved his mouth down to the starting of the others neck and trailed down, leaving soft, light kisses across it, nipping lightly but never enough to leave a permanant mark. Roy let out a small groan as he tilted his head back to offer more to the Ex-Prince.

The blue-haired male smiled a little against the others neck and continued to shower the other with small kisses, moving his hands down to the others waist to unclasp the teen's belt from around his tunic and pants. The redhead's hands tightened into the fabric of Marth's tunic and he moaned again when the older male shifted again, sliding his body downwards creating a delicious, arousing friction.

"Marth," The redheads voice was somewhere in-between a sigh and a moan. Smiling lightly, the blue-haired Altean continued his ministrations until his body stopped and his knees reached the floor. In doing that, the redhead's hands slid up and were now resting on his shoulders.

The older male ran his hands up, gently coaxing and easing the others body into a comfortable slump against the backseat. Sliding his hands back down he pushed the bottom of Roy's tunic up, fingers teasing along the others waist and hips. He leaned his head down and nuzzled against the teen's abdomen, bringing out a breathy sigh from the Pharaean.

Letting out a purring sound, Marth continued to tease and nuzzle the boy, knowing full well what it was doing to him and he could feel it. Roy tried to arch against him, letting out a quiet whimper of need, but the Altean Prince denied him and pushed him back down and continued his slow torture.

His hands clenched at the older male's shoulders, hissing in what he thought was agony. The other continued for several more minutes and Roy finally couldn't take it anymore, he squirmed and let out a needy whine. "Marth," He moaned as the other nuzzled against his legs, "please..."

A slightly smug smirk tugged at the other's graceful features before he moved and slid his hands down, tugging the frabric of the teen's clothes. Slim hips arched up in response and he slowly slid the fabric down, Roy letting out a delightful gasp as his arousal was freed.

Sliding carefully between the redhead's legs, he casually leaned his head down, bracing his upper body on his left arm that was pushing against the seat. A small whimper echoed in the van when the heat as the swordsmen's breath hit him. He took in a shaking breath as his fingers laced into his soft, blue locks.

Moving slowly, Marth allowed himself to trail up along the younger male, taking in the quiet sounds he made, placing the same soft kisses along him as he went. When he reached the top, all the teasing stopped. Before Roy could do anything, the air was suddenly forced from his lungs in a choked moan as the Altean slid down, taking him whole.

He thrashed and squirmed, his hips strained against the swordsman's arm and his breathing turned into pants from the sudden motion. The fingers in Marth's hair tightened and released repeatedly. The redhead moaned loudly as the male moved, working his tongue around him, sucking him slowly at a leisurely pace.

Moving expertly in a way Marth knew would drive the teen up the wall, he changed the tempo slightly, sliding his tongue up and around, before closing and sliding down slowly, letting his teeth scrape their way down lightly. A choked and muffled wail met his ears and was enough to make his usually suppressed ego take a walk.

To show his appreciation, as well as to further pleasure the other, he murred lightly. That got a reaction and a half out of the redhead. A hard shudder wracked their body as they arched up , their legs tightened around his shoulders and the hands in his hair clenched as a cracked sound hissed through the air.

Pleased, Marth did it again; longer, drawing the sound out. A high-pitched, but still moderately quiet sound escaped the redhead's throat. It wasn't loud enough to be heard outside of the van, but it echoed fairly loudly inside of it. "Marth, oh, Elimine..." Roy panted.

The blunette grinned and slid down even farther and sucked harder, deep throating the teen. The redhead's hand flew up to cover over his mouth to muffle his scream as his hips ached from trying to arch so badly against the other swordsman's arm.

The other hand in the prince's hair tightened and the Altean could feel the redhead was shaking, body tense and quivering. He slid up along his shaft, dragging his teeth up along him, before biting the head gently. That action was enough for the redhead's body to jerk and shudder, another muffled, and terribly high-pitched scream coming from the General as he came, very hard.

Marth swallowed and sucked, making sure to get every last bit before pulling back, receiving a whimper from the Pharaean. The boy was still shuddering a little, a heap against the seat and was panting hard and flushed. Marth slid up and nuzzled his neck, placing a kiss to his cheek. "Feel better?"

The other nodded mutely and sighed contentedly. Marth smiled and helped Roy fix his clothes again before switching places with him against the window and had the redhead spread out on the backseat and lean against him. The boy yawned and let his eyes close, still very tired from not getting much rest the previous night. The Ex-Prince's fingers snaked up and started to comb through his, and it sent whatever thoughts he had away and he relxed fully and fell asleep.

When the others came back and climbed in, they were surprised to see that Roy was no longer on the warpath, but instead, sleeping very peacefully against the blue-haired swordsman. Samus rolled her eyes and climbed towards the back with those two. "Is he okay?" She asked Marth. He nodded. "He's fine, just exhausted."

Nodding, the blond woman eased Roy's legs up and sat down, letting them rest in her lap. "Then I won't have you move him, he needs his rest." The Altean smiled at his friend. "Thank you, Samus." She smiled back and nodded. Fox climbed into the van and started it up. "Alright, people, let's go!" With that, they started back on their journey.

Owari
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End Notes: It's not my best, and probably won't be my worst, either, but I was proud of it at the time--and I still am, since it's the first MarthxRoy lemon I'd ever written--so I don't care what anyone thinks or says. Flame, praise, tell me how awesome I am, tell me how bad I suck, either way. Thanks for reading! :D