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Chapter Title: Consequences

Author: Moontyger

Archived: My LJ. Please ask before
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Fandom: Fire Emblem: Path of
Radiance
Pairing: Ike/Soren
Other characters: Rhys,
Marcia
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which there is smut and
fluffiness and then Ike is a blockhead and Soren is
embarrassed.
Disclaimer: Fire Emblem and these
characters are not mine, or there would be lots more smut in the
games.

Ike
looked at Soren, naked and laughing, sitting on him, and felt his
body suddenly forcibly remind him that they weren't children anymore.
From the way Soren was looking at him, he knew he felt it, too. It
hadn't been his original intent, at least he didn't think so, but now
that he had thought about it... He knew he shouldn't, but he just
couldn't help himself. His hands almost seemed to move to caress
Soren's thighs of their own accord, sliding slowly upwards until they
met, then up and out, tracing up to his hipbones.

Soren
was breathing faster now and leaned forward to kiss him. Even more
than Ike, he knew this was probably a bad idea, and he had really not
meant this to turn into something sexual. But then he had stopped
long enough to really look at the man he had wanted for so long,
lying naked between his thighs and smiling, looking back at him with
the same love he felt, the love he had thought would never be his.
How could he not feel desire? And then Ike's expression changed and
he started touching him with purpose, and Soren knew he was lost. He
wanted too much to stop this now, bad idea or not. He's not
sure that he will ever not desire Ike; such a thing seems
unimaginable, completely outside the realm of possibility.

“Sit
up again,” Ike commanded. “I want to watch you.”

The
mere idea of Ike wanting to watch him, liking to watch him when
aroused, made him whimper. He didn't understand it, hardly believed
it no matter how many times he said it, but he had to admit it turned
him on to hear it. He had never found himself attractive and had
hated his body most of his life, but he loved that Ike seemed to like
it.

So he
sat up, trembling a little, and tried to hold himself still and
upright as Ike caressed him. He had to keep his eyes open or he'd
fall and he was too embarrassed to watch Ike touch him, so he kept
them on the blue eyes watching him, reflecting a desire equal to his
own back to him.

Strong,
callused hands already familiar with his body slowly circled his
nipples, pinching and teasing until they ached and a gentle brush
sent darts of pleasure through him. When he reached out to
reciprocate, Ike stopped him.

“Don't.
Just feel.”

Soren
couldn't help but moan in frustration, but he didn't argue. Denied
the chance to divert his attention to pleasing his partner and unable
to concentrate on anything else, he gave himself over to pleasure as
Ike had asked, gasping and arching his back as he felt a warm hand
start to gently stroke his erection. He remembered to open his eyes
before he fell and looked down to see Ike, mouth slightly open and
panting with desire just from watching and touching him.

He
smiled when he noticed Soren watching him. “You're so
beautiful and still so sensitive,” he said softly. “I
can never get enough of touching you.”

Soren
blushed and looked away, closing his eyes again without really
thinking about it. He couldn't stay still anymore as the pleasure
intensified, and he would have fallen, but Ike caught him before he
could.

“Don't
worry. I won't let you fall,” he whispered, and Soren heard
the promise in the words that went beyond the immediate
circumstances.

The
grip on one side of his waist was tight, maybe too tight, but it made
him feel more secure. He knew Ike would never let him go. He tried
to watch him again, loving the way he looked with flushed cheeks and
lust in his eyes, knowing that he had made him look like that,
but it quickly made him feel too self-conscious and he had to look
away.

Soon he
was fumbling behind him, searching for the oil he had used earlier.
Ike pressed it into his hand and moaned when he stroked it on his
neglected erection. Soren couldn't resist stroking a bit more than
was strictly necessary, just to hear the sounds he made, though he
didn't think he could hold out much longer himself.

“Soren,
please...”

He
didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing Ike desperate for him,
proof that he still wants him. Proof he probably shouldn't need, but
still craved. He never feels quite good enough, but Ike thinks he is
and it means more than he could ever say.

Sitting
like this, it was easy enough to move backwards and position himself
correctly. Gravity did the rest. It hurt, at first, and he hissed
softly at the pain, closing his eyes tightly and waiting for it to
ease.

“Are
you sure this is okay?” Ike sounded honestly concerned and he
was pleased that he cared so much, to be willing to stop even now.
Not that he intended to stop, but it meant a lot to know he could.

“I'm
ok,” he said aloud. “I want this. Just... give me a
minute. And be careful.”

“Always,”
he promised. “You set the pace and tell me if it is too much.”

Soren
knew he wouldn't ask to stop, but he didn't say it. Instead he
moved, slowly and carefully at first, and soon he found the right
angle and the pain was overwhelmed by pleasure.

Ike
tried to keep his promise, but he couldn't stop himself from raising
his hips and thrusting into his lover. And truthfully, Soren wanted
him to do it. It felt so good that nothing else mattered and
he would willingly have begged for more had Ike actually tried to
stop. He cried out when Ike started stroking his aching cock again,
hard and fast, finally letting him come. Maybe it shouldn't still
have felt so intense, but it did, and the sound of his lover crying
out his name as he came inside him just made it even more so.

Afterwards,
he lay beside Ike, still breathing hard, while he lovingly cleaned
them both. As he curled around him to go back to sleep, Soren felt
perfectly happy. He was loved and wanted and nothing else mattered
now.

* * *

The
next morning was one of the rare occasions when Ike actually awoke
before Soren. He didn't get out of bed because he didn't want to wake
him; just lay there silently holding him. He'd wake him if he had to,
of course, but for now, why not let him sleep?
The mere fact
that he was still asleep probably meant he was really tired.
Normally, he didn't seem to sleep much and when he did, he slept very
lightly and woke far too easily. He'd been like that as long as Ike
had known him. Maybe it had something to do with his past; it
certainly seemed the kind of thing that might make it difficult to
sleep. Now that he thought about it, wasn't there something else
about his past that Soren had meant to tell him? He thought back to
their last conversation on the subject; yes, he was almost sure there
was. Oh well. He was sure he would tell him when he was ready, and he
knew it wouldn't change the way he felt. He stroked Soren's hair as
lightly as possible, so it wouldn't disturb him, and promised himself
that he would do his best to make him happy.
He heard his lover's
breathing change, felt him snuggle closer, and knew that he was
awake. Ike hoped he hadn't woken him.

He kept stroking his hair
and watching him. He idly wondered if Soren would let him brush his
hair if he asked. His hair is long and soft and black as night; he
loves to touch it and suspects he would enjoy brushing it. He will
have to ask him sometime.

Soren slid an arm around
him without opening his eyes, a relaxed smile on his face. He lay
there for a long moment, looking almost peaceful, and Ike thought he
might fall back asleep, when suddenly his eyes opened and he looked
up at Ike in alarm.

“Are we late? I
didn't mean to sleep so long! You should have woken me!”

“It's ok; we're not
late,” Ike promised. His voice was soothing and he never
stopped caressing him. “I just woke early. You can go back to
sleep for a bit if you want.”

He lay his head back down
and closed his eyes again, but he still looked concerned. “We've
already lost more time than we should have; we can't afford to be
late leaving.”

“I know.” Ike
kissed the top of his head gently. “We can get up now if that
would make you feel better.”

“Maybe it would. I
don't think I could relax again now,” Soren confessed.

Ike
couldn't help but notice that he winced when he sat up. “What's
wrong?”

“It's
nothing.” He was obviously trying to sound normal, but Ike had
known him too well for too many years to be fooled.

“Don't
give me that! I know it's not true.” He sounded angrier than
he was because he was worried, but he was also hurt that Soren would
still try to lie to him, even about whatever this was. Hadn't he
said he trusted him?

“I'm
just... sore. It's not important.” His voice was completely
closed off again, as though there had never been anything between
them.

Watching
him move, he could tell that the mage hurt more than he was admitting
and was probably going to have a very unpleasant time traveling
today. He felt horribly guilty. “You said you'd be okay; that
I didn't hurt you!” It was unfair, and he wished he could take
it back as soon as he said it.

“I
didn't expect to hurt like this!” Soren snapped back at him.
“It's not like I have any experience to judge from! You know
perfectly well I've never slept with anyone but you!”

Ike did
know that and he felt even worse. “Can I help you in any way?
I could ask -”

“No,
absolutely not! No one else needs to know about this!”

He felt
helpless, watching the man he loved, knowing he was hurt and it was
his fault. Ike hated feeling helpless. He reached for him, wanting
to at least hold him and offer comfort, but Soren avoided his arms.

“Don't
touch me!” When he saw Ike's expression, he tried to soften
his words, make it better. “Just... not right now. Please.”

He left
in a hurry and Ike could only watch him go. He wanted to stop him,
but he couldn't help him, wasn't even allowed to touch him. He had
no idea what to do to make this better. “I'm sorry,” he
whispered, but only to the empty tent.

After
Soren left, Ike spent his time getting ready trying to think of ways
to help. He was certain there must be something he could do; he just
had to think about it until he came up with an idea. And, well,
maybe ask someone for advice, in a roundabout sort of way. Soren did
say he didn't want anyone else involved, but surely he wouldn't mind
if it really helped? It was awkward, but asking for help was much
better than leaving him in pain. Wasn't it? His mind made up, he
left his tent to find Rhys, already feeling better now that he had
chosen a course of action.

Soren was sure this was one of the worst days of his life since Greil
had rescued him. He hurt all over, with a persistent ache in muscles
he hadn't even known he had. And then he was sore inside, too, in
areas he'd prefer not to think about most of the time. Walking hurt,
but sitting was almost worse. He had even been bleeding some, which
he hoped he'd be able to hide. He wished he could hide. The
whole thing was unpleasant and embarrassing and it put him in a foul
mood. Definitely not the way he had planned to start the morning.

He
couldn't believe that Ike would actually consider asking for help.
After all, that would require actually telling someone about
it. He mentally cringes at the mere idea. Bad enough that everyone
knew they were having sex and possibly listening to it and...
Really, he just tried not to think about that because if he did, he
was sure he'd never have sex again. Or at least not until they were
somewhere with nice, thick, soundproof walls and who knew when that
would be? This situation, combining intimate information about
their sex life with him having been an idiot, was even worse.
Overall, he'd rather be in pain. At least it wasn't too
humiliating if only Ike knew.

Although
he was beginning to feel sure that Ike was going to drive him crazy.
He didn't really blame him for the situation. Ike had
repeatedly asked him if he was hurt and what he wanted; he really had
tried his best. No, this was all his own fault. He'd been an idiot
and gotten carried away and now he was paying the price for it.
Knowing he had brought this on himself only made his mood worse,
though. And now Ike was hovering, constantly nearby, watching
him, and even worse, probably causing other people to watch him, too.
Dammit, he wasn't a child who needing protecting and watching like
this! He'd be fine, if people would just leave him alone!

Most
people did. He gave anyone who approached a Death Glare and they
seemed to quickly find urgent business elsewhere. If anyone could
tell he was in pain, they didn't dare to say anything about it.
Anyone who looked at him even slightly sympathetically got an even
worse glare.

Ike
seemed completely unaffected, however. He must have noticed the
dirty looks Soren was giving him, but he didn't leave. He didn't
actually try to talk to him at the moment, which was wise of
him, but he wished he would just go elsewhere for awhile.

He was
fuming about this and giving Ike what he would have sworn must have
been his hundredth glare when he saw Rhys walking towards him. Soren
gave him a particularly fierce warning look, but it was completely
ignored. No, not ignored; Rhys looked more concerned and seemed to
increase his pace. Definitely not the desired effect.

“You're
really hurting, aren't you?” he said to Soren in a sympathetic
tone that made him want to smack him.

The
mage refused to meet his gaze, staring resolutely straight ahead.
“I'm fine. I don't know what you're talking about.” He
shook Rhys's hand off his arm and tried to walk faster.

“Don't
be ridiculous.” Rhys kept up with him, determination in his
voice, even though he was starting to pant from the exertion. He
grabbed Soren's arm again and made him stop. “Ike's really
worried about you and now that I've seen you, I think -”

“Wait,
he told you? I don't believe this!” He ripped his arm
from Rhys's grasp and stormed off, muttering “I swear I'm
going to kill him” under his breath. He was so angry he hardly
felt in pain at all. He had specifically told Ike not to do this and
he did it anyway? How dare he? Didn't he care about his
feelings at all? Soon everyone would know and he didn't think
he could bear it.

“Soren,
wait!” Rhys was still jogging after him. Clearly he wasn't
going to give up.

Soren
stopped and turned around suddenly. If he couldn't discourage him,
he'd have this out now. Besides, he needed someone to yell at.
“What is it? I already told you that I'm fine. I'm not
going to let you waste a use of a heal staff on me, so don't even
ask!”

The
healer still looked concerned and sympathetic, damn him. “But
you're in pain and it's not necessary,” he said, in a very
reasonable tone.

He was
in no mood to be reasonable at all. Rhys's calm only made him
angrier. “It is a completely unnecessary and unjustifiable
waste of resources. I am not critically injured and there is no
reason to use a staff for minor injuries, no matter how painful.”
He spit the words out rapidly and precisely. His cheeks were
flushed and he was breathing hard, fists clenched at his sides and
red eyes blazing with anger. Yet Rhys appeared completely
unaffected. He wanted to hit him. He was going to hit him if
he didn't leave him alone very soon.

“If
we had to fight today, would you be capable of it?”

“Would
you care for me to demonstrate?” he asked through clenched
teeth. Part of him hoped he would be foolish enough to say yes. He
was prepared to blow up just about anyone who got too close,
especially this meddlesome priest and even more so his high-handed,
arrogant, soon-to-be-deceased boyfriend!

“If
you're sure, I won't force you. Let me at least give you something
non-magical for the pain once we make camp again.” He still
looked worried and his voice was soft. “If you hurt now, it
will be worse then. At least it might help you sleep.”

He did
really hurt and Rhys was probably right, damn him. “Fine. Now
just go away.” Soren turned his back and started
walking.

This
time, Rhys didn't follow, or if he did, it wasn't close enough for
him to notice. But then, he was concentrating on finding a certain
blue-haired general to give him a piece of his mind and quite
possibly set him on fire.

Luckily
for Ike, he was nowhere to be found. While Soren was trying to get
rid of Rhys, he was very surprised to find himself suddenly pulled
onto a pegasus, which promptly took off.

“What?
Wait! Marcia! Take me back down now!”

The
pink-haired girl looked back at him and smiled mischievously.
“I can't do that, handsome. It's best for everyone that you
stay in one piece, so we're going to take a little flight now.”

“What?”
Ike was completely confused. Surely she hadn't spotted an assassin!
“What are you talking about?”

“I
heard that your mage friend was coming to kill you, so it seemed best
that you be elsewhere for a bit.” She shook her head as he
gaped at her. “I don't know what you did, but if I were you,
I'd be coming up with ways to beg forgiveness. We're giving him time
to cool off, but as mad as he is, it is going to take more than time
for you to get back into his good graces. Not to mention his bed.”
Despite her serious words, she was laughing and seemed highly
amused.

“He's
really... that angry?” His voice was hesitant. He had really
not meant to make Soren angry and had no idea what he was going to do
now.

“Oh
yeah, very much so. Lucky you sent Rhys in to run interference; he's
one of the few people here that Soren probably couldn't really hurt.”

They
flew in silence for awhile, slowly circling, as Ike stared unseeing
at the army below.

“I
don't know what to do, “ he said at last. “I guess I
really messed up. Do you have any ideas?”

“Sorry,
handsome, but my love life isn't anything to write home about
either.” Marcia was still smiling, but her eyes were sad.
Their circles got closer to the ground until at last they landed.
“It's nearly time to set up camp. Go find someone who can help
you.”

She
watched Ike slowly dismount, momentarily looking rather lost, and
couldn't help wanting to comfort him. “Don't look like that.
That boy loves you; just make him remember that and I'm sure he'll
forgive you.”

He
looked up at her, still in the saddle. “You're right, Marcia.
I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'm not going to lose him.
I'll find a way to make him forgive me.” His determined smile
and walk looked much more like his usual self as he strode off to
seek advice on how to earn the forgiveness of the man he loved.
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