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Title: The Truth Shall Set You Free

Author: Moontyger

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Pairings: Ike/Soren

Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem
nor any of the characters and I am making no money from this story.

Ike had been feeling tired and
overwhelmed for awhile now. He hadn't felt ready to even run a
mercenary company when his father died, and now here he was, not that
much later, trying to run an army. He didn't think he'd ever really
feel qualified for this position and sometimes he resented being in
it. But what other choice was there?

At least he had people he could rely
on to help him. There was no way he could do this job successfully
on his own, although it bothered him that he got all the credit. But
no matter how much he tried to stress that the help of others,
particularly his primary advisors Titania
and Soren, was a vital part of his success, no one seemed to listen.
Then again, no one else seemed to mind him getting all the praise for
their successes, either.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Ike finds
himself spending a lot of time doing what he is tonight: sitting,
staring into space and worrying. He knows there are things he
probably should be doing, but sometimes he feels so tired and
overwhelmed that he just has to stop for a bit before he gets back to
them.

He is awakened from his thoughts by a
polite scratching on the wall of the command tent. “Ike? Are
you in there?”

Time to get back to work. Ike gives a
mental sigh before he answers. “Yes, I'm here.”

The flap over the tent entrance is
pushed aside to reveal Soren. He walks over and sits in a chair near
Ike before looking at him, which is unusual. He looks intently at
Ike for a moment, as though he is searching for something, and his
expression changes from neutral to concerned. “Are you okay?
You've been looking awfully tired lately and I know you must be
under a lot of stress.”

“I'm okay.” He forces a
smile. “Really. Just tired.” Ike makes an effort and
pulls himself together. “What about you? You were rather
upset when we last had a chance to really talk and I've been worried
about you.”

At this, Soren looked away. Here was
the perfect opportunity to tell Ike, and he had even come here
tonight with that in mind. Stefan had been bothering him, telling
him he didn't, couldn't, belong here, in a beorc mercenary company,
no matter how much he might want to, and he had challenged him to
tell Ike the truth. And he had really intended to do so. But now,
faced with the moment at last, he can't get the words out. “I,
I...” he begins, staring nervously at his hands twisting
together in his lap.

Ike simply waits, not sure what he can
say that will help. But he can't stand to watch his best friend seem
so tormented, so at last he leans forward and puts his hands on top
of the ones twisting so nervously. “It's okay. You don't have
to tell me. But you should know, whatever it is, it won't change my
opinion of you for the worse. I promise.”

Soren looks up, red eyes wide and
shimmering with unshed tears and meets blue ones filled with
sincerity. And then, on impulse, he makes his decision. If he
can't get out the words to tell Ike the truth about himself, maybe he
can tell him another truth, without words. At least if he were
rejected for this one, it would hurt less. He hopes. So before he
can stop himself, he stands, walks over to Ike, and leans down and
kisses him.

It is a desperate kiss, one with all
his need and uncertainty in it. Ike stiffens in shock, but then
relaxes into it, pulling Soren onto his lap to make it more
comfortable for both of them. For a moment, nothing exists but the
two of them, kissing with a passion he hadn't even known he felt.

When they finally break apart, both
men are breathless. “I think,” Ike says gently, when he
thinks he can speak again, “that we should take this discussion
to my personal tent.”

Soren merely nods and follows Ike,
alternating between staring at him and forcing himself to look away.
This is not what he had expected to happen, although now he isn't
sure what it was that he had expected. He isn't thinking very
clearly and he barely notices anything around him until they are both
in Ike's tent, the flap tied firmly shut. Soren sits gingerly on the
edge of the bedding, looking at his hands in his lap again until Ike
sits beside him. Then he looks up at him, not sure what he hopes to
see in his expression.

Ike just stares at him for a long
moment, as though he had never seen him before. Then he raises a
hand and gently runs his fingers through the long black hair and
traces the line of Soren's jaw with the lightest of touches. He
stares wordlessly at the friend he has just realized the intensity of
his feelings for wonderingly. How did this happen? When? But at
last he tries to speak, knowing he needs to say something “Soren,
I...” he trails off uncertainly, not sure what he is trying to
say. “What I mean to say is,” he begins again, only to
stop once more. By now Soren is looking frightened and he can't
stand to see it. “I'm sorry; I'm no good with words at any
time and now all I can think about is how very much I want to kiss
you again.” And with that, he suits action to words and pulls
the mage into his arms and kisses him

And again it is as if the world goes
away; everything he has worried about evaporating like morning mist
burned off by the sun. Somehow this feels so right,
as though he has been waiting his whole life to be here and kiss this
man, his dearest friend. He feels Soren's hands in his shaggy blue
hair, removing the scarf he wears to keep sweat out of his eyes, only
to return, running through it a few times before sliding lower,
caressing and exploring. Maybe he should want him to stop, a part of
his mind thinks, but he doesn't, and he finds his own hands exploring
the body so close to his as he moves his kisses downward to Soren's
neck and then up to gently suck and nip at an earlobe. Encouraged by
a soft moan, he turns his attention to the other earlobe, not really
noticing the absence of Soren's hands until he feels them on his
bare skin and realizes his shirt and jacket have been loosened enough
to permit them to be slid underneath.

Shivering
both from the feel of cold hands on his hot skin, not to mention the
cold night air, and a potent mixture of arousal, excitement, and
nervousness, Ike stops his kissing and looks at Soren again. Ruby
eyes pleasure-darkened to garnet meet his slowly; then a blush Ike
can't help but find adorable spreads across the face of the mage who
has almost always managed to seem both more confident and more aloof
than he seems at this moment, with his face flushed and hair
and robes disheveled.

“I'm sorry, if you didn't
want... I should have asked,” Soren mumbles, feeling horribly
embarrassed. He should have known better than to assume Ike wanted
this to go that far! How had he let himself get so carried away?
But he is relieved to see Ike smile in response, a relaxed smile he
hasn't seen in so long that he had nearly forgotten it.

“I just thought maybe we could
get these constricting clothes out of the way all at once, and get
under the blankets. It's still winter and rather cold, you know.”

Soren blushes again, feeling his heart
race at the suggestion. “I – of course, if you're sure
that's what you want. I wouldn't want you to do anything you might
regret, or to damage your position.”

“I'm sure. And right now, I
don't care about my position. I just want you.” To prove it,
Ike kisses Soren again, passionately, lustfully, then busies himself
with removing his robes. When he is naked and his hair unbound, he
looks at him for a long moment, before sighing regretfully and
wrapping blankets around Soren's already shivering slender body. “I
wish I could keep looking at you, but we'll freeze if we're not
careful,” he explains; taking the opportunity to remove his own
clothing as efficiently and quickly as possible. Then, when he is
under the blankets himself, Ike rolls over on top of Soren and
whispers teasingly in his ear, “And wouldn't that be a shame,
when there are so many more interesting things we could do?”

Soren wishes he could stop blushing,
but he has never been this intimate with anyone before and he finds
himself feeling terribly shy and nervous when it is real, and not
just a dream. He loves the feel of the naked body on his, feeling
both the reality of this and that he is not the only one aroused. He
smiles when Ike tells him he finds his blushes adorable and gladly
lets him take control. Not that he really thinks his friend has had
much more experience than he, but for the moment, he feels more
comfortable following than leading. Besides, he is used to following
where Ike is concerned.

And then he feels warm breath in his
ear and for a moment he forgets to think. Ike laughs and says,
“Relax, I won't hurt you. Unless you've changed your mind?”

“No, I want this. I want you.”

The smile he receives is confident and
happy, yet somehow intimate as well. “Good.” And then
he is caught up in new and wonderful sensations, as Ike's tongue
traces his collarbone and he plants a soft kiss in the hollow of his
throat. Soren caresses the muscular body on top of his, then finds
himself digging his fingers into Ike's back and moaning in response
to the feeling of first teasing licking, then sucking and a gentle
bite at his left nipple. He feels rather than sees Ike smile against
his skin before moving his mouth to the other nipple, his hand moving
to caress the one he had abandoned. And then Ike is kissing him,
tongue delving into his mouth, and he is kissing him back
enthusiastically while his hands caress the body he has wanted to
touch for what seems like so very long, wandering down his back, over
his incredibly sexy butt, and dragging his nails up his sides,
gratified to hear his lover gasp at the sensation. Encouraged, he
moves his hips, rubbing their erections together, and then moans into
Ike's mouth at how it makes him feel, makes them both feel.

Ike slides his hand down between their
bodies, and slowly strokes Soren's erection. Soren can't help but
gasp now, and soon he is writhing beneath Ike and moaning as Ike
casually plays with his penis, stroking and caressing, teasing him
until he can hardly stand it. “Ike, please...”

And his eyes are closed, so he can't
see Ike's expression, but he knows he is smirking at having made
Soren desperate for him when he hears the whisper in his ear. “Do
you want me to stop?” Followed by a warm, wet tongue tracing
the outer curve of his ear.

“No, yes, I... Ike, please, I
need you to...”

He feels Ike moving and still senses
that teasing smile. “Maybe do this?” And he licked the
tip, just a light flick of the tongue. Soren groaned. “Or
this?” And he took him into his warm, wet mouth, and Soren
thought he had never felt anything so wonderful. Until he started to
move his mouth up and down, his hand moving below his mouth, and that
was beyond wonderful, beyond words altogether. He has no idea what
sounds he is making anymore, if he is making any at all. All he
knows is the feel of Ike's mouth on his cock and his own need. And
then he is coming, and crying out Ike's name, and watching him
swallow and then lick one last time before lying back down on top of
him and kissing him passionately. He can taste himself in the kiss,
but he isn't sure what he thinks of the taste because the meaning of
the act and the unexpected experience of it is far more important at
this moment. He has never been so happy and all he wants right now
is to make his partner as happy as he feels.

So he slides his own hand down between
them, exploring, caressing, stroking, trying to drive Ike as crazy as
he had driven him. And then he asks, “What do you want?”
He stops and waits for an answer. He doesn't really know what he is
doing and he doesn't want to get it wrong; so even if the timing is
awkward, Soren feels he needs to ask.

It takes a moment for Ike to be able
to pull his thoughts together enough to even consider answering. He
runs his hands over Soren's chest, watching him thoughtfully, then
idly leaning over and sucking a nipple. What does he want, exactly?
He moves his mouth to Soren's ear and neck, licking and nibbling
gently.

Soren closes his eyes, sighs in
pleasure and shifts under him, before suddenly opening his eyes again
and lightly shoving Ike's head away. “Hey, I asked what you
wanted, remember?”

Ike chuckles, meets Soren's eyes and
gives a lazy smile. “Who says I don't like playing with you
and want to continue doing that? You're incredibly cute when aroused
and I love watching you.” He smiles the lazy smile that Soren
is already beginning to associate with “Ike in bed”,
watching the mage blush again. “But if you insist, I think I
can come up with something to please both of us.” His eyes
wandered his tent until they lit upon the oil intended for massaging
and healing sore muscles. Ike gives Soren a long and lingering kiss
before getting up to get the oil. “I'll be right back.”

As the air in the tent is indeed icy
on his bare skin, he returns quickly to snuggle against the warm body
in his bed. Another passionate kiss and some quality time spent with
the neglected side of Soren's neck, ear, and shoulder later, Ike dips
his forefinger in the oil. “This might hurt a bit at first,
and I'm sorry. But I have heard, if you can relax, that you will
enjoy it, too.” He carefully slides his oiled finger inside
his lover and felt muscles clench around it. “Shh, relax, I
promise I will do my best not to hurt you.”

Soren knows this is true and he does
trust Ike. How could he follow him in battle, where he was risking
his life, if he didn't? So he tries to relax, and after a short
while, Ike is able to move his finger and even add a second one
without much trouble. And it does begin to feel good and he moans as
he feels his renewed erection harden.

Ike smiles when he sees his partner
enjoying this and carefully adds a third finger and then, when he has
had time to adjust to that, withdraws them all and thoroughly oils
his own erection. He enters Soren as slowly as he can stand, though
his body urges him to impatience. He wants this to be special and
not just for himself, so he moves slowly and carefully, adjusting the
angle and speed until Soren gasps and cries out his name. Pleased,
he wraps one hand around his lover's hard cock and increases the
speed of his thrusts, letting the movement of their bodies move his
hand as well.

Soren can't help but moan and thrust
back, wanting and needing Ike to continue. “Ah, Ike...
so good... don't stop...” And he doesn't, until Soren
comes again, and he feels Ike's own orgasm inside him a moment later,
a strange but incredibly intimate feeling.

They lay together for a long moment
before Ike carefully withdraws and uses the nearest cloth to hand
(his shirt, and he'd probably regret that in the morning) to clean
them off. He curls around Soren, holding him tightly and feeling
more relaxed than he has since all this responsibility had been
thrust upon him. He nuzzles his new lover through his long black
hair and sighs with happiness. “You are incredibly precious to
me, Soren. I don't know how I didn't see it before.”

Soren smiles at these words, words he
had never dreamed he would really hear from anyone, much less from
the man he loved. “I love you, Ike,” he replies, finally
able to say it, now that he feels happy and at peace in a way he has
never felt before. Right now, he isn't anxious or afraid, and he
marvels at the new, wonderful lightness of it. Sometimes the truth
really can set you free, he thinks.

'I love you, too,” Ike murmurs
sleepily in his ear. “Now go to sleep; morning will be here
soon enough.”

Feeling safe and loved for the first
time in his life, Soren is content to comply, drifting off to sleep
in the arms of the man he loves.

Author's Note: So, I know Ike/Soren has
been done, but it is cute and obvious, so I had to do it. This story
isn't finished, because you know this relationship will have
consequences and it will be fun to explore them! This is my first
slash story ever, so please be nice!
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