Trusting Your Commander

WARNING: SPOILERS AND BOY ON BOY LOVING are contained within this story, so read at your own risk and don’t flame me, or else I will just mock your stupidity. >_>

Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THE DARN CHARCTERS. NINTENDO AND INTELLIGENT SYSTEMS DO. Though I really, really wish I did… >: )

Author’s Notes: Well, here’s where the lemon comes in for this story. There may be some OOC on Soren’s part, so I apologize, but I tried to keep it as accurate as possible. Thanks to everyone who read/reviewed—it means a lot :3 (and thanks to the people who reminded me of Shinon’s name! xD) Please feed the author too~ (AKA tell me what you think! haha ^_^ )

“blah blah” = spoken, /blahblah/ = thoughts


Chapter 2

Sometime in the very early morning, Ike stirred in his bed, rolling over in his sleep. But he woke slightly when he realized something was keeping him from doing so. He shifted his head to see Soren sitting in a chair by the bed, the mage’s head down and eyes closed in sleep, yet his hand still firmly clasping Ike’s as from the night before. It seemed that Ike’s attempt to roll over had tugged at Soren’s hand though, and as Ike watched, the black mage’s orange eyes slowly blinked open, trying to place his surroundings.

“Hey there,” Ike mumbled, smiling through his sleepiness. Soren looked at him, finally remembering the night before and why he was still here. He also realized he was still holding Ike’s hand, and dropped it quickly back onto the bed, a slight blush gracing his cheeks. /Soren is really acting strange lately…/ Ike thought to himself, his sharp eyes not missing the quick blush on his friend’s face. /But it looks so sweet when he does that…/

“What?” Ike watched as Soren’s blush deepened and his eyes widened, wondering what was going on…before Ike realized that ge had just voiced his last thought aloud. Blast his stupid fatigue! He opened his mouth to try and soften any damage he might have caused with that last little comment, but Soren’s hesitant words stopped him.

“You really think I look…good?” Soren couldn’t bring himself to describe his own blush as “sweet.”

Ike opened and closed his mouth as he struggled for what to say. Inside he was shouting “Yes of course!” but he wasn’t sure if that was the best thing to say right then. Yet when Ike looked up at Soren, and saw a desperation and hope there that he had never seen in the sharp orange gaze before, he knew he had to tell the mage the truth.

“Yes, I do,” Ike admitted, not looking at the other man. “I think you look very good in fact. But I don’t want to offend you, so please pay it no mind! I apologize. First I cry all over you, and now I’ve gone and—”

Ike’s speech was cut short as Soren laid a finger across his commander’s lips. The fact that Soren was actually, truly smiling also worked well to shut him up.

“I’m not offended at all,” Soren whispered, that slight blush turning his pale cheeks pink again. “I…like you too…quite a bit to be honest.” He laughed nervously. “I never thought my feelings would be returned…”

Ike’s face broke into a broad smile as he laughed, relief overcoming him. Soren was blushing again, and Ike couldn’t take it any longer. He reached up tenitively to stroke Soren’s cheek, before cupping it as the black mage sighed and closed his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

Ike’s question made Soren open his eyes again, and, finding himself unable to voice his acceptance, he nodded quickly. Ike closed the distance between them as soon as he saw Soren’s affirmation, bringing their lips together carefully.

Ike didn’t make any further moves, simply switched his hand from stroking the side of Soren’s face to combing through the mage’s soft black hair, letting the kiss linger. Ike wanted more though, and asked for it by running his tongue along Soren’s bottom lip. The mage gasped at the new sensation, opening his mouth, and Ike slowly turned the kiss into something deeper. Soren moaned, giving himself into the carress. This was a completely new experience for him, but he certainly couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it.

Soren’s hands had been clenched in the clothing in his lap, but now he hesitantly raised his hands to touch the other man, one slim hand stroking Ike’s cheek and the other shifting through the blue hair of his partner, mirroring Ike’s actions on him. As much as he was nervous and scared, it felt so good to just be kissed and touched by his friend. He wished he had tried this with Ike sooner.

As for Ike, he had kissed girls before. (1) But this was completely different, and not just because it was another man or his friend. Their tongues duelled for dominace, but Soren kept backing off and letting Ike take command for the most part. Soren’s submissive nature under these circumstances, when Ike knew him to be so controlling in most other matters, was becoming quite the turn on for the blue-haired man, and he moved his hands out of the mage’s hair and down his body, his mouth following and breaking the kiss.

Soren was afraid he had done something wrong when Ike moved away, but a new gasp escaped him when Ike’s mouth found the junction of his neck and shoulder and started licking. The mage’s hands pressed down slightly on the back of his commander’s head, letting him know without words that he was enjoying the ministrations. He could feel Ike smile against his neck before he left the pale skin there and moved back to his mouth, wanting to hear his friend’s moans again.

As Ike continued to kiss the mage, his hands slowly moved lower, tracing unseen patterns across Soren’s chest, back, and stomach and making the smaller man relax into his touch further. Soren simply sat there, his hands still in his friend’s hair, unable to bring his body to do much else. Before long, Ike reached Soren’s lap, and started moving his hands up the outside of Soren’s thighs, wishing the mage’s long robes weren’t in between him and that pale skin.

Soren squirmed slightly when Ike’s hands moved to his inner thighs, and it was then that Ike realized that he might be alone in how far he wanted this to go. The commander brought his face from Soren’s neck, where he had been busy planting wet kisses, and looked into his friend’s orange eyes. They were slightly lidded in pleasure, and had turned a darker amber color already. “Soren?” The mage came back to his senses quickly, noting Ike’s voice and that his hands had stopped, and worry crossed Soren’s face. “Did I do something wrong?” He should have known he wouldn’t be good enough for the commander—he had no experience in these types of things!

“Not at all, Soren,” Ike laughed. “I just…didn’t know how far you wanted to go with this. I don’t know if you’ve ever done something like this before, and I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

Soren *was* a little scared. And nervous. But he didn’t want to stop. Not when he had finally been able to admit his feelings to someone. “I…think I’d like to continue, if that’s alright with you.” Soren blushed slightly again. “I trust you on the battlefield, Commander. I see no reason not to trust you in the bedroom as well.”

Ike chuckled and kissed Soren again. “And I won’t ever betray that trust, I promise you.” He looked down at Soren’s body, then met the amber gaze again. “But in that case, I think some of this,” Ike pulled at Soren’s tunic, “will have to go.”

“I think that goes for you too, Commander,” Soren said, tugging at Ike’s shirt. Ike chuckled while he first undid Soren’s belt, then helped the smaller man pull his cape and tunic off, leaving the mage’s long robes covering his legs. As soon as he had rid himself of his own tunic, Ike went back to kissing Soren’s lips and neck. The blue-haired man explored his friend’s now exposed chest, loving the soft skin he found. It only urged him on to lavishing more of it with his kisses. One of the commander’s questing hands found Soren’s nipple, and his head followed, taking it into his mouth. The mage groaned deeply at the contact, arching into his commander’s touch. The sound went straight to Ike’s lower regions, causing the slight discomfort that had already been developing there to increase.

Soren was getting frustrated at the fact that all he could seem to do was moan with each movement Ike made, and he pulled himself together enough to run his hands down Ike’s sides, tracing the muscles there that had been developed through the commander’s tedious training. When Ike finally relinquished his attacks on Soren’s chest, the mage pulled his head up and leaned forward to take his commander’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently. Ike gasped—did Soren know that was a sensitive spot for him, or was the mage just lucky? It could be either really, knowing Soren. Ike decided he would have to pay his friend back for that one, and moved his hands to Soren’s crotch. The large bulge there was evidence of how much the mage was enjoying this, and Ike let his fingers glide ever so lightly over it. Soren bucked into Ike’s hand at the unexpected contact, breaking off his assault on the other man’s ear as he gasped. He had never been touched there by someone else, and gods did even that small touch feel good.

Ike smirked, seeing how he had affected his friend, and rubbed against Soren’s arousal harder. The black mage yelped and groaned at the same time, causing Ike to wonder how such a sound was made, and the orange eyes shot open. “Commander…Please…” Soren moaned. He didn’t know what he was asking for, but he sure hoped Ike knew, because he needed it, badly.

Soren’s plea made Ike’s cock grow even harder, if that was possible at this point—the mage’s use of his title in such an intimate situation was not helpful. Ike had to bite back a moan as he met his friend’s lust-filled eyes, burning with need. “I can help you, but you’ll have to trust me some more,” Ike whispered. Soren just nodded and allowed Ike to rid him of the rest of his clothes, freeing his straining erection from its confines. Ike took a second to discard the rest of his own clothes, not missing the approving gaze his friend was giving him. Ike couldn’t wait any longer, and pulled Soren out of the chair he was still in onto the bed with him. The mage gave a yelp of surprise before the sound was stifled by Ike’s mouth on his own, the commander’s tongue delving in to meet Soren’s own.

Ike shifted, still continuing the kiss, so that Soren was underneath him, and the mage moaned as their naked bodies touched for the first time. Their erections brushed against each other, causing each man to groan at the needed friction. Soren thrust hesitently against Ike’s arousal again, loving the electricity the contact sent through his body. Ike thrust back, and snaked one hand between their bodies as his lips traveled back down to Soren’s neck. He grasped his friend’s cock, and gave it a gentle sqeeze, pleased when the mage yelped loudly. Ike continued to stroke the hard flesh, playing with the slit at the end before moving back down to the base. The blue-haired man leaned down next to Soren’s ear, whispering, “You’re so sensitive Soren…I love it…”

But mentally, at least, Soren was no longer on the bed with his commander as his senses were flooded with too many new sensations to even make a coherrent thought. He was breathing heavily, trying to understand what was going on in his body. Before long though, he felt his muscles tense, and a cry escaped his lips as he hit his first orgasm. Ike managed to catch most of his seed in his hand, watching Soren come down from his high. The mage opened his eyes to the sight of his commander licking the fluid off his hand, and he moaned. Ike leaned down again as soon as he was finished cleaning, kissing Soren deeply and letting the smaller man taste himself. Soren marveled at the bitter new taste, not liking it, but not disliking it either. He was beginning to slip into a completely relaxed state when Ike broke the kiss and groaned. Soren looked down, realizing that he had brushed against the still aching hardness of Ike’s own arousal. The mage cursed himself for not being able to control his own emotions and take better care of his friend, before he reached up, running his hands through Ike’s hair. “Remember, I trust you…Ike.”

Ike smiled at the use of his name finally, and brushed the black strands of Soren’s hair out of his friend’s face. He had to make this as special as he could for the other man. “And I promised I wouldn’t ever break that—remember that too,” Ike whispered. He reached to the side of the bed where a small table stood, a container of one of Rhys’s healing ointments on it. Ike dipped his fingers in the fluid, first using them to coat his own member, then bringing them back down between Soren’s legs.

The mage was starting to wonder what Ike was doing when he felt a cool finger at his opening, making him gasp slightly. “This might hurt a little, okay?” Ike warned. Soren had just enough time to nod before the finger slipped past the ring of muscle and inside him. Soren bit his lip, shutting his eyes at the burn and discomfort. Ike went slowly, afraid of hurting his friend. Soren hissed as another finger was added, and his commander began to scissor them to stretch the tight muscles.

“Relax…” Ike whipsered in Soren’s ear before covering the mage’s lips with his own, trying to soothe his friend. A third finger was inserted, and, while the oil helped, it still burned. Soren was starting to worry—he hadn’t thought there would be pain involved in this.

But after a few more minutes of careful carresses, Soren’s inner muscles finally began to relax around the fingers in him, and he started to push back. Ike took this as a sign that the mage was ready, and withdrew his digits. Soren moaned at the loss, but stopped as soon as he felt the head of Ike’s erection at his entrance. Slowly Ike eased himself into Soren’s entrance, the muscles there clamping down immediately on the intruding length. Ike stopped halfway in, somehow restraining himself from slamming home into the tight warmth, and went back to carressing Soren’s neck and face. Finally he managed to move all the way into the mage, and sat that way for a moment, letting the smaller man adjust. Soren’s eyes were screwed shut, his breath ragged as he tried to ease his muscles. It wasn’t too long after though that the pain lessened some, and he began to move once more, pushing experimentally against Ike’s hips.

Ike moaned loudly at the unexpected movement, bringing him so close to the edge. But he wanted them both to enjoy this for a bit longer, and willed himself to hold out as he began a steady thrusting rhythm. Soren met each of Ike’s movements with his own, only wishing the commander would go faster.

Suddenly white light flashed in front of Soren’s eyes, and he screamed. Ike had found what he was searching for, the bundle of nerves that would make Soren cry out as he had. The commander smiled and combed his hands through his friend’s hair as he continued his thrusts at the new angle, hitting that special spot inside Soren again and again.

Somehow Soren’s erection had returned during Ike’s actions, and he groaned. Ike noticed the problem luckily, and began stroking the mage quickly, in time with his own already quickening pace as he fought to hold on. He just wanted to see Soren hit his peak once more…

Another scream filled the room as Soren found his second release that night, the white liquid spraying between their bodies. Soren’s inner muscles clamped down around Ike’s member, and the commander finally lost control, shooting his seed deep within Soren.

Ike managed not to fall on top of the smaller man, instead pulling out and collapsing to the mage’s side. The two lay like that for several moments, each trying to catch their breath. Ike recovered first, and he turned on his side to face his friend—no his *lover* now—as the orange eyes blinked open.

“That…was amazing…” Soren panted, causing Ike to laugh. The commander stroked the mage’s cheek, watching as his lover nuzzled into the touch. “Thank you for trusting me, Soren.” Ike kissed the smaller man gently, too tired for anything more.

“I’m just glad I did…” the mage said, and snuggled closer, ready to sleep. Ike didn’t really have the energy to be surprised by the admission, and so he just smiled softly before pulling his lover closer and letting himself drift off to sleep. He’d worry about the consequences of this *after* he got some sleep.

~the end~

(1) Just an assumption…but you know it’s probably true xD And I’m also assuming Soren hasn’t been in a relationship, but nasty college classes are keeping me from finishing the game quickly (sad I know), so I don’t know for sure >_<

Whee~ that’s all! Hope you liked it. Please review if you did! (and even if you didn’t! haha) They’re very much appreciated either way. ^_^;;