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Title: The Truth Shall Set You Free

Chapter Title: Brother's
Keeper

Author: Moontyger

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Rating: NC-17, explicit
sex

Pairings: Ike/Soren

Other characters: Mist,
Oscar

Disclaimer: I do not own
Fire Emblem, nor these characters and I am making no money off this
story.

Author's Note: This
was originally intended to just be part of a chapter, but it was
getting way too long and this was the best place to cut it (even if
it is still kind of an awkward ending). In this we have angst,
humor, and more smut! Later, even more smut and more angst. :)

Today had
taught Ike far more than he wanted to know about the horrors of war.
He had never known anyone could do such a thing to their own people
and was horrified by it. Knowing that people here did this, to their
own country... he shudders at his mental image of what Crimea, the
land he still thinks of as home, must look like now. How can they
ever fix such damage, even if they win this war?

He had never wanted to kill
a beloved relative of someone he knew, someone serving under him,
either. He had no choice, but it feels like a horrendous betrayal,
like all the effort put into gaining Jill's trust had just gone up in
smoke, or was washed away in the flood like the village where she
grew up and everything she knew.

Anything he can do about
this is far too little, but there is no way around it. He had
ordered supplies distributed among the people who had lost their
homes. He knew that Soren was right: it was time they couldn't spare
and not enough to really make a difference, but he had to do it to be
able to even try to live with himself. And then Titania gave him
that vindicated look when he did it and he wanted to hit her.
Couldn't she see that none of that mattered now and this was about
far bigger things?

Although now that he is
sitting in the command tent, holding back tears and shaking and just
waiting, feeling incredibly
lonely, he thinks he was wrong. This deep need is far bigger than
this war. He feels so young and so alone. Ike wasn't ready for
this; wasn't sure he'd ever
be ready for this.

He
thinks he is dreaming when he suddenly feels warm arms around him,
holding him as though they'll never let him go. He looks and Soren
is just there, as
though his need had summoned him.

“Ike,
I'm here, “ he says softly and strokes his hair. Ike wraps his
arms around him and holds on tightly. Just the simple comfort of
having someone to rely on means so much. He leans closer, closing
his eyes and inhaling Soren's scent. He isn't alone; how could he
have forgotten?

“I'm
so glad you're here,” he murmurs, trying to keep his voice
quiet so no one else can hear his vulnerability. “I need you
so much. I can't do this alone.”

The raw
need in Ike's voice tears at Soren's heart and he continues to hold
him. This is a weakness neither of them can really afford, but he
knows he can't bring himself to leave while Ike needs him, even if it
would be for the best. He couldn't stand to hurt Ike, and he doesn't
think he could stand the pain of being alone again after this. He
has never been loved before in his whole life; doesn't he deserve at
least this little bit of happiness? If he tries hard enough, maybe
it will be okay.

So
he lets himself bury his face in Ike's hair and forget about the day
and the report he had dropped on the table, concentrating only on
giving the comfort and love they both needed. “I know. I need
you, too, and I will always be here for you. You don't have
to do this alone.”

Ike
tugs Soren into his lap and kisses him. He swears to himself that he
won't do anything more; he just wants to kiss him before they have to
be responsible again. He soon realized that maybe he shouldn't have
put him on his lap if all he wanted was a kiss; it was far too
intimate and far too close and altogether too tempting. The entire
day has made him an emotional wreck and his hormones are going crazy.
He can tell Soren feels much the same and he isn't sure that he
would stop him if he tried to make love to him right here, no matter
how inappropriate it would be. He gives in and runs his hands up and
over Soren's thighs and gently strokes his erection through his robes
and he doesn't stop him, just presses himself closer and moans his
name softly, almost in a whisper.

He
would never have stopped himself had it not been for the loud crash
from somewhere very nearby. Both of them looked up in shock to see
Mist, who had apparently tried to bring dinner to her brother and
certainly had not expected to find him undressing his strategist!

“I'm
sorry,” she gasped, her face bright red, and knelt to try to
clean up the mess she had made. “You just hadn't come to
dinner and I knew you were upset and I thought...”

Soren
took the opportunity while she was looking away to hurriedly attempt
to arrange his hair and robes into something approaching normal.
“Here, let me help you,” he offered and went to do just
that, leaving Ike to try to gather his scattered thoughts and figure
out what on earth he was going to say to his sister now. Of course,
she had to know about their relationship by now, but he hadn't
planned on giving her quite such a first-hand view!

“Mist,”
he said, and then stopped, wondering what he can possibly say. He
watches her spend more time than is necessary cleaning, her hands
shaking. “I meant to talk to you about it,” he said at
last. “But I didn't know what to say, really.” He
swallows hard. “I still don't. Are you... are you upset about
this?”

Mist
sat back on her heels and looked up at him. Ike noticed out of the
corner of his eye that Soren had gone very still and was watching
Mist intently, his expression completely blank.

“I'm
not sure what I think,” Mist said slowly. “But it isn't
good for you to be alone, so I suppose I am happy that you aren't
anymore.” Suddenly, she turned to glare at Soren. “But
you need to take better care of my brother and make sure he eats and
isn't unhappy or I won't approve!”

Soren
looked taken aback at these sudden instructions. “Um, sure,
I'll try. But, er, you do know Ike is pretty stubborn and not always
going to listen to me, right?”

“Then
make him listen! If you love him, then you have to take care of
him.”

“I'll
do my best, then.” He sounded very serious, but the look he
gave Ike said he was more amused than anything else.

“Good.
Then if you two think you can keep your hands off each other for
long enough, I'm going to go replace this. And don't think I didn't
notice that you didn't eat tonight either, Soren!” She gathers
the debris in her hands and leaves, her walk purposeful.

Soren
watched Mist go before he started laughing. “I see your sister
thinks you need a keeper, Ike.”

Ike
can't help but smile back at him. “Maybe I do. At least she
nominated you for the job. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have
be my keeper.”

Their
eyes met and locked and Ike sees the desire in Soren's eyes; watches
his expression change. He stands and walks towards Ike as though
compelled, before finally looking away and breaking the moment. He
stands there, breathing fast and ragged, before he walks over and
carefully sits down.

“I
don't think,” he says, not looking directly at Ike, “that
your sister knows what she is asking when she asks us to keep our
hands off each other. At least she doesn't know how hard it is for
me tonight, right now, to leave you alone.”

The
effort it takes him not to take Soren up on the invitation in his
voice, his words, feels tremendous. Ike laughs, but knows it sounds
strained. “She'll know one day. Then, we can have our
revenge.”

“I
suppose as your strategist it is my job to come up with the proper
plot for this revenge. I'll see what I can do.”

Ike
loves to see Soren's smile. He hardly ever sees it when they not
alone together and it feels precious and intimate to him, a sign of
trust. He wants to be able to make him smile more often. He wants
to take care of him and make him happy. Such simple things to want,
but so difficult to actually do.

When
Mist returned, she had Oscar with her. He took one look at the way
Ike and Soren were staring at each other and laughed. “Try to
eat at least some of this to make Mist happy, ok?” he said.
“I'll see if I can make sure you are undisturbed for the rest
of the night.” He took Mist's arm and practically dragged her
from the tent, ignoring her protests. Ike can hear him telling Mist
to leave her brother alone tonight as they walk off.

They
did eat some of it, although soon enough it devolved into feeding
each other and then sucking and licking fingers.

“I
think that's enough to make my sister happy. And if we really aren't
going to be bothered, it seems a shame to waste the opportunity.”
Ike's expression as he moved towards Soren was openly lustful,
almost predatory. He dropped to his knees in front of him and slowly
slid his hands up his legs, caressing lovingly, shoving his robes
higher as he went.

Soren
spread his legs willingly, welcoming the attention. He arched his
back, closing his eyes and moaning as Ike nibbled on his sensitive
inner thighs, first one, then the other. A warm, wet tongue lightly
flicked his balls and he groaned, then sighed as Ike's mouth traced
the lines of his hipbones. Soft kisses along the juncture of his
legs and groin made him squirm and gasp; it is so achingly close to
what he wants, needs, right now, but it isn't quite there.
Ike gave the head of his penis the lightest of butterfly kisses and a
single flick with his tongue and then went back to sucking his inner
thigh. Soren buried his hands in blue hair and moaned. “Ike,
please...”

His
lover laughs softly and whispers, “Not yet.” He kisses
him hungrily before picking him up as though he weighs nothing at all
and putting him on the table. Papers scatter, but he hardly notices.
He positions him on the very edge, robes bunched around his waist
and stares at him hungrily for a moment. “Lift your hips,”
he commands in a husky voice and feels a dart of heat through his
groin as he watches Soren obey without question.

He
rewards the obedience by kneeling again and licking the ass he wants
so much first slowly and then faster, sliding his tongue inside
while his hands hold Soren's hips agonizingly still. His partner's
whimpers make him feel almost as desperate, but he holds out as long
as he feels he possibly can, before standing and opening his pants to
lubricate his painfully hard erection. Garnet eyes blazing with need
watch him and pale hands reach for him, guiding him into position.

“Fuck
me now, Ike, please,” Soren pleads in a throaty whisper,
wrapping his legs tightly around Ike's waist.

Ike is
glad to oblige, groaning at the feel as he thrusts inside him. He
knows he should start slowly, but he can't seem to stop himself; it
is so tight and hot and wonderful. And maybe it doesn't matter, as
soon Soren is moaning, meeting each thrust enthusiastically and
begging for more. He loves to watch him like this, his pale skin
flushed and sweaty and his mouth slightly open as he curls his hand
around his own cock and strokes hard and fast as Ike thrusts into
him. He watches him arch his back and cry out as he comes and the
sight is so intensely erotic he thinks he could be happy even if it
was the last thing he ever saw.
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