fic: Interruptions
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bonnefoisSweet-charity is over! Man, some of them out there were crazy, I saw one person's acution for gor like, 150$~+ It was craaazy.
Anyways, someone won me and I do not know who they are and I cannot get it to tell me. Did any of you guys win me? I AM DYING OF CURIOSITY HERE, GUYS. IF YOU WON ME, LET ME KNOW SO I CAN START GETTING TO WRITING YOUR STUFF RIGHT AWAY.
Title: Interruptions
Day/Theme: 4/11 | such a natural, normal lethality
Series: FE10 (AU)
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,607
A/N: Not a kink meme request! I was bribing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
searains and she asked for ‘someone who doesn’t know about them being together walking in on Ike/Soren just before climax’. We both agreed this was the worst possible person to walk in on sex. The second was just for the lulz. The third too, actually. Yeah, this is entirely silly (and porny.)
There. NOW GO FINISH YOUR PAPER.
1. The Way Not To Meet The Parents
Soren had told Ike not then, it’s too soon, we might get interrupted but did Ike listen? No, he just kept kissing Soren’s neck and soon Soren’s couldn’t even voice a protest. So his mind melted into Ike and the feel of those rough hands over him and pulling off his black tee-shirt and peeling off his jeans.
Soren dug into his pants and brought out the vial he’d come to carry with him always. He’d started to keep astroglide with him wherever he went. He put it in a plastic container and called it a ‘vulnerary’. No one asked and he didn’t offer explanations. They could assume what they wanted, Soren didn’t care. Soren passed it through and Ike opened the stopper like top.
“We have to hurry,” Soren said again. Ike nodded.
Soren took one last fleeting glance towards the door. He lay on his stomach with his knees bent, which gave him some leverage off of the bed. Ike thrust his fingers in, too quick and rough, but Soren just groaned and bit back any complaints that came to mind. It was Ike, so everything was forgivable. A few quick thrusts of his fingers and Ike replaced the pressure with something much wider, and harder and—
Oh. Soren gripped against the sheets rocked with the same movements of Ike’s body. Ike’s weight was on him, pressing him down to a complete submission on the creaking bed as each thrust brought him a little higher.
Apparently Ike had taken the we don’t have time to heart after all.
Ike licked the curved shell of his ear and Soren could hear and feel each breath and the heat of it on his skin. He was so close to coming, so close, so—
The sound of a the squeaky hinges turning and a door being cast open interrupted that thought.
Aching, his body begging and so close to that last release, Soren turned his head at an awkward angle and saw red eyes that mirrored his own. They were cold, and bored into him. Soren let his forehead fall to the sheets as he closed his eyes shut. Ike, apparently didn’t let little things like his frightening mother-in-law walking in on him get in the way of his sex life. Either that or he didn’t notice yet.
So Ike kept moving, squeaking the bed as he gripped Soren’s hips and Soren clenched his teeth. He shuddered with each intake of breath as he was quite close– And Soren didn’t look at the voyeur that stared them down with her cold revulsion and disdain. He felt Ike’s hand reaching down between his legs and circling around his cock and then even the thought that his mother was watching him couldn’t keep him from moaning and coming all at once in Ike’s hands.
When Ike pulled out and rolled over, Soren kept his face away and looked toward’s Ike’s chest, giving a pointed silent treatment to the woman who had borne him. Any reasonable person would’ve closed the door the minute they’d seen( – though, Soren thought cynically, some would’ve watched for pleasure)
It was Ike who spotted her first. Her standing there, a female mirror image of Soren, as still in her fury as a stone stature.
“Uh, Soren–”
“What are you doing to my son?” she said. Her voice held such a false note of calm, a composed facade that it gave the impression of ice dusting over an unsuspecting summer night. “I was led to believe he was here with a friend. Have you corrupted my boy?” Her voice became increasingly loud and unhinged with each word, until she was spitting them out like vile insults. The stare she gave Ike was one of such hatred, such pure animosity that if looks could kill, Ike would’ve died a very painful death involving castration and flaying and disembowelment.
“You guys look just alike. You were giving that look to Elinica just yesterday,” Ike muttered to Soren.
Soren let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling. “Now do you see why I didn’t want to introduce you to my family?”
2. Switching
“Yo, Ike, you said you’d come out with us—” Boyd threw open the door without knocking, without thinking that there might be occupants inside that might be occupied. .
Tibarn, Naesala, Ranulf and Boyd, all members of their street basketball group all looked in on the scene before them. Ike was spread out on his stomach and Soren straddled him. Dark hair fell over Ike’s muscled back. The bed creaked insistently under them.
None of the four were particularly given to blushing or apologizing, as it would have been had Pelleas walked in. However there were three and a half nigh identical smirks ( Boyd, being the token straight guy, had a bit of a grimace in his grin.)
Soren moaned as he rocked up and down and he and Ike seemed far into each other to even notice that they had an audience. It took to the point of coming when he looked up enough to catch something in the corner of his eye that wasn’t quite right. He jerked his head and stared at the three near identical grins. First an expression of shock came over his face, then pure fury. From beneath him, Ike must have felt Soren tense, and twisted up to see his lover’s face.
“What is it, Soren?”
“We have company,” Soren replied tersely.
Soren climbed up off from Ike and pulled the bedcovers up over him, as if he had something to hide other than a scrawny chest in a room full of buff, muscled men.
Ike looked over impassively at his smirking audience. “What, you’ve never heard of switching?”
“Pleasing and appeasing the girlfriend does tend to be a pain in the ass sometimes. Literally,” Ranulf interjected.
“This could be excellent blackmail,” Naesala said thoughtfully. He stroked his chin and produced an expensive cell phone. In a series of elegant movements, he opened it and clicked three pictures before shutting it and returning it to his pocket.
“Nobody would be surprised,” Ike said with a shrug.
“Oh, but knowing that you were topped? Besides, if nothing else, it will provide endless amusement in the future. For a price.”
“Like I said, it’s just switching,” Ike said.
“Well, you’d be the authority on the gay, Ike,” Ranulf said with a lopsided grin.
“...You’re currently dating Kyza. Who is to my last calculations, a male,” Soren said.
“Yeah, but I’ve dated girls. Ike hasn’t.”
“There was that thing with Elincia?” Boyd interrupted hopefully.
“Doesn’t count,” Ranulf, Soren and Tibarn said simultaneously.
The mention of Elincia only served to infuriate Soren further as he stared each one of them down, looking to publically air their own sins in a way which one must admit was highly Naesala-like in nature – if Naesala operated purely on jealousy and rage instead of monetary gain.
“You of all people have no reason to smirk, Tibarn,” Soren spat out.
Even if the white prince had taken turns with Tibarn, that didn’t diminish Tibarn’s smirk in the least. Apparently his manliness was in no way diminished by Reyson’s status. Tibarn was very secure in his masculinity. They shared another laugh at the lovers expense. This only stood to incense Soren all the more.
“All of you get out now,” Soren said in a low, dangerous voice that promised much physical pain if they didn’t leave this instant. Knowing Soren’s physique (or lack thereof) he’d probably get Ike to do all his smashing for him. Which was still a pretty big threat, considering that only Tibarn had the larger muscles in this group. Ike looked like he could crush rocks with his thighs. Naesala and Ranulf were the first to leave, for they definitely did not take chances. Boyd and Tibarn stayed a little longer. Boyd for the trainwreck-can’t-look-away syndrome and Tibarn because he could arm wrestle with Ike and live to tell about it.
But after some quality Death Glares from Soren, they two left, laughing and talking amongst themselves. And none of them ever forgot the scene, or let Ike forget it either.
3. And One More
“Jeez you guys do you ever stop?!” Mist said.
Soren stared up at the corner of the wall above Ike’s shoulder and the same chest that was pinning him down onto the well-worn bed.
“We need to get new locks, Ike,” he said.
Anyways, someone won me and I do not know who they are and I cannot get it to tell me. Did any of you guys win me? I AM DYING OF CURIOSITY HERE, GUYS. IF YOU WON ME, LET ME KNOW SO I CAN START GETTING TO WRITING YOUR STUFF RIGHT AWAY.
Title: Interruptions
Day/Theme: 4/11 | such a natural, normal lethality
Series: FE10 (AU)
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,607
A/N: Not a kink meme request! I was bribing
searains and she asked for ‘someone who doesn’t know about them being together walking in on Ike/Soren just before climax’. We both agreed this was the worst possible person to walk in on sex. The second was just for the lulz. The third too, actually. Yeah, this is entirely silly (and porny.)There. NOW GO FINISH YOUR PAPER.
1. The Way Not To Meet The Parents
Soren had told Ike not then, it’s too soon, we might get interrupted but did Ike listen? No, he just kept kissing Soren’s neck and soon Soren’s couldn’t even voice a protest. So his mind melted into Ike and the feel of those rough hands over him and pulling off his black tee-shirt and peeling off his jeans.
Soren dug into his pants and brought out the vial he’d come to carry with him always. He’d started to keep astroglide with him wherever he went. He put it in a plastic container and called it a ‘vulnerary’. No one asked and he didn’t offer explanations. They could assume what they wanted, Soren didn’t care. Soren passed it through and Ike opened the stopper like top.
“We have to hurry,” Soren said again. Ike nodded.
Soren took one last fleeting glance towards the door. He lay on his stomach with his knees bent, which gave him some leverage off of the bed. Ike thrust his fingers in, too quick and rough, but Soren just groaned and bit back any complaints that came to mind. It was Ike, so everything was forgivable. A few quick thrusts of his fingers and Ike replaced the pressure with something much wider, and harder and—
Oh. Soren gripped against the sheets rocked with the same movements of Ike’s body. Ike’s weight was on him, pressing him down to a complete submission on the creaking bed as each thrust brought him a little higher.
Apparently Ike had taken the we don’t have time to heart after all.
Ike licked the curved shell of his ear and Soren could hear and feel each breath and the heat of it on his skin. He was so close to coming, so close, so—
The sound of a the squeaky hinges turning and a door being cast open interrupted that thought.
Aching, his body begging and so close to that last release, Soren turned his head at an awkward angle and saw red eyes that mirrored his own. They were cold, and bored into him. Soren let his forehead fall to the sheets as he closed his eyes shut. Ike, apparently didn’t let little things like his frightening mother-in-law walking in on him get in the way of his sex life. Either that or he didn’t notice yet.
So Ike kept moving, squeaking the bed as he gripped Soren’s hips and Soren clenched his teeth. He shuddered with each intake of breath as he was quite close– And Soren didn’t look at the voyeur that stared them down with her cold revulsion and disdain. He felt Ike’s hand reaching down between his legs and circling around his cock and then even the thought that his mother was watching him couldn’t keep him from moaning and coming all at once in Ike’s hands.
When Ike pulled out and rolled over, Soren kept his face away and looked toward’s Ike’s chest, giving a pointed silent treatment to the woman who had borne him. Any reasonable person would’ve closed the door the minute they’d seen( – though, Soren thought cynically, some would’ve watched for pleasure)
It was Ike who spotted her first. Her standing there, a female mirror image of Soren, as still in her fury as a stone stature.
“Uh, Soren–”
“What are you doing to my son?” she said. Her voice held such a false note of calm, a composed facade that it gave the impression of ice dusting over an unsuspecting summer night. “I was led to believe he was here with a friend. Have you corrupted my boy?” Her voice became increasingly loud and unhinged with each word, until she was spitting them out like vile insults. The stare she gave Ike was one of such hatred, such pure animosity that if looks could kill, Ike would’ve died a very painful death involving castration and flaying and disembowelment.
“You guys look just alike. You were giving that look to Elinica just yesterday,” Ike muttered to Soren.
Soren let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling. “Now do you see why I didn’t want to introduce you to my family?”
2. Switching
“Yo, Ike, you said you’d come out with us—” Boyd threw open the door without knocking, without thinking that there might be occupants inside that might be occupied. .
Tibarn, Naesala, Ranulf and Boyd, all members of their street basketball group all looked in on the scene before them. Ike was spread out on his stomach and Soren straddled him. Dark hair fell over Ike’s muscled back. The bed creaked insistently under them.
None of the four were particularly given to blushing or apologizing, as it would have been had Pelleas walked in. However there were three and a half nigh identical smirks ( Boyd, being the token straight guy, had a bit of a grimace in his grin.)
Soren moaned as he rocked up and down and he and Ike seemed far into each other to even notice that they had an audience. It took to the point of coming when he looked up enough to catch something in the corner of his eye that wasn’t quite right. He jerked his head and stared at the three near identical grins. First an expression of shock came over his face, then pure fury. From beneath him, Ike must have felt Soren tense, and twisted up to see his lover’s face.
“What is it, Soren?”
“We have company,” Soren replied tersely.
Soren climbed up off from Ike and pulled the bedcovers up over him, as if he had something to hide other than a scrawny chest in a room full of buff, muscled men.
Ike looked over impassively at his smirking audience. “What, you’ve never heard of switching?”
“Pleasing and appeasing the girlfriend does tend to be a pain in the ass sometimes. Literally,” Ranulf interjected.
“This could be excellent blackmail,” Naesala said thoughtfully. He stroked his chin and produced an expensive cell phone. In a series of elegant movements, he opened it and clicked three pictures before shutting it and returning it to his pocket.
“Nobody would be surprised,” Ike said with a shrug.
“Oh, but knowing that you were topped? Besides, if nothing else, it will provide endless amusement in the future. For a price.”
“Like I said, it’s just switching,” Ike said.
“Well, you’d be the authority on the gay, Ike,” Ranulf said with a lopsided grin.
“...You’re currently dating Kyza. Who is to my last calculations, a male,” Soren said.
“Yeah, but I’ve dated girls. Ike hasn’t.”
“There was that thing with Elincia?” Boyd interrupted hopefully.
“Doesn’t count,” Ranulf, Soren and Tibarn said simultaneously.
The mention of Elincia only served to infuriate Soren further as he stared each one of them down, looking to publically air their own sins in a way which one must admit was highly Naesala-like in nature – if Naesala operated purely on jealousy and rage instead of monetary gain.
“You of all people have no reason to smirk, Tibarn,” Soren spat out.
Even if the white prince had taken turns with Tibarn, that didn’t diminish Tibarn’s smirk in the least. Apparently his manliness was in no way diminished by Reyson’s status. Tibarn was very secure in his masculinity. They shared another laugh at the lovers expense. This only stood to incense Soren all the more.
“All of you get out now,” Soren said in a low, dangerous voice that promised much physical pain if they didn’t leave this instant. Knowing Soren’s physique (or lack thereof) he’d probably get Ike to do all his smashing for him. Which was still a pretty big threat, considering that only Tibarn had the larger muscles in this group. Ike looked like he could crush rocks with his thighs. Naesala and Ranulf were the first to leave, for they definitely did not take chances. Boyd and Tibarn stayed a little longer. Boyd for the trainwreck-can’t-look-away syndrome and Tibarn because he could arm wrestle with Ike and live to tell about it.
But after some quality Death Glares from Soren, they two left, laughing and talking amongst themselves. And none of them ever forgot the scene, or let Ike forget it either.
3. And One More
“Jeez you guys do you ever stop?!” Mist said.
Soren stared up at the corner of the wall above Ike’s shoulder and the same chest that was pinning him down onto the well-worn bed.
“We need to get new locks, Ike,” he said.
