fic: Articles Of Choice
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bonnefoisTitle: Articles Of Choice
Series: FE10 AU
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Rating: R/NC-17
Word count: 1.422
A/N: Caveat:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
searains made me do it. Oh, the bizarre, depraved things searains makes me do. Modern AU. Maybe I should make this and Interruptions a ficverse? Hmm. This is entirely silly (and porny). I blame her for everything.
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1. Soren had seemed more irritated lately which caused more than a few ‘time of his month’ jokes passed about the water cooler. But then, this was Soren, nobody expected him to gambol about the office with effervescence. Bubbly was not an adjective that was usually applied to Soren. Or ever, even. Everything he said seemed to come out just that much more muffled, and he was clenching his teeth even when the rest of his department wasn’t slacking off.
Things like this Ranulf found intriguing, amusing and compelling.. What could he say, he was born under the sign of the cat and a Leo by nature. When curious things arose, he just had to investigate them. (Saying things like that had lead people to label him a “furry” which just wasn’t true. Even if he had gone with that girl who had said she had the ‘spirit of a cat in her’. Three months later she’d admitted to being a lesbian and gone and moved out with a Talregaian girl out to a lesbian hippie commune thing. True story.)
So Ranulf started attempting to get Soren to open his mouth wide to see what was up. Maybe it was a lesion or a really bad case of candida. Maybe his teeth needed to be cleaned (though Ranulf doubted the last – he’d never seen anybody brush or floss like Soren. It was almost cliche how OCD he was.)
But after a week of only managing to Piss Off Soren, Ranulf went to Ike for explanation. It took a few brewskis to get Ike loose enough to forget that he was pretty much married to the scariest wife on Earth, the kind who wouldn’t forgive even the tiniest glance at a pretty woman, the kind who would even throw a fit if a pretty woman looked Ike’s way.
(But then Ike was totally ok with this something that Ranulf didn’t quite understand. He could only guess that Soren must be really good in bed to make up for this. It was always the quiet ones, you know?)
“Soren’s been weird about his mouth lately. He doesn’t open it. What’s up with that?” Ranulf said. He laughed just right to make the effect come off right. He threw his arm about Ike’s huge shoulders in show of camaraderie.
“No, seriously man, what is up with that? I know you didn’t bring home anything for him to catch, you’re the most straight-laced guy I know.”
The gayest straight-laced guy he’d ever seen. Then again, Ike wasn’t even that gay, Ranulf brought some magazines while indulging in his bi-side and Ike had just flipped through the articles. Everyone knew Men’s Health was pretty much softcore gay stroke material as it was, but Ike didn’t even bat an eye to all the buffed muscled up men in underwear sending bedroom eyes to the camera. Ranulf figured that Ike wouldn’t cheat even if he wasn’t dating the certified most jealous obsessive clingy person in the entire world.
“So what is it? Braces?” Ranulf said hopefully.
“No, not like that,” Ike said.
“So, tell tell,” Ranulf said. “Or do I have to liquor you up some more?”
“It’s eh, complicated,” Ike said.
“Oh C’mooon, you can tell me, Ike. We’re good friends, right?” Ranulf purred. He leaned in to Ike, a move which was quickly interrupted by a low, angry voice that he’d recognize anywhere.
“You,” a terse voice said. Ranulf turned to see Soren himself.
“Speaking of the devil, there you are,” Ranulf said.
And Ranulf saw a flash of silver when Soren opened his mouth to say some other insult or bitter vile thing like always. And Ranulf got it.
“You did read the magazines I left here!” He exclaimed.
2.
It hadn’t been Soren’s idea, though he had gone along with it. It hadn’t even thought of it at first.
It all started with a magazine article of the type of thing that Ike didn’t usually read, but it was the only thing left in the bathroom, Soren having cleaned out the older ones just the week before.
And it brought out an idea. And that idea brought out an Do you think...?. And that Do you think..? brought out a trip to a tattoo and piercing parlor.
Of course, Soren hadn’t merely done it without any recompense. Ike now sported a new tattoo on his arm. A heart with Soren inside.
A true cliche, but with as much as Ike went around sleeveless, Soren thought it should do the trick.
*
Ike pushed Soren’s hair out of his eyes. He left his thumb over Soren’s forehead longer than necessary, by the red scar that came about soon after his birth. Some found it unnerving, Ike had never minded even when he found the horrifying origins of it. He traced down Soren’s nose and down over his lips to rest at his chin.
“The healing period is over,” he said.
“We’re at work, Ike,” Soren said.
Ike gave a lopsided grin. “Like that ever stopped us before?”
Soren sighed. “At least wait until the next lunch break.”
“We could take an early lunch,” Ike whispered, close against Soren’s ear. Soren shuddered despite himself, revealing that his barriers weren’t as waterproof as they would seem.
Soren stared at the sterile white walls for a moment before he finally said the verdict.
“Lock the door.”
Ike did, and leaned against the wall. Soren undid Ike’s pants with the sort of efficient way that made undressing time negligible. Ike twisted his fingers in his secretary’s hair as Soren pulled down Ike’s boxers, the last barrier left to be felled.
The first lick a whole different sensual feeling as metal skimmed along with the cushioned sensation of tongue. Ike gripped tighter as Soren kept licking, in that ruthless, precise and efficient way that could make him come in under five minutes flat. Soren would scold him for making a sound here, and a scolding like that would last all day. Still, it felt so good with the tactile differences that Ike couldn’t stop himself.
Soren tapped on him, a very insistent and very clear be quiet but some things were just instinctual. Ike lifted and bit the back of his hand to prevent from being Exiled To The Couch and getting the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. That only muffled them, but didn’t entirely silence them. When the article said increased pleasure it wasn’t kidding.
Seeing that Ike wasn’t about to, or able to quiet up suitably, Soren went for the kill, so to speak. He licked hard, and pulled out every little secret knowledge he’d amassed along the years. He gripped the base and massaged with his fingers while he licked at the glans for even more effect. And then Soren closed his mouth about until there was nothing but heat and the contstant throbbing that left his mind incapable of thinking. The effect was that Ike was left speechless, gasping and all too soon coming in a breathtaking rush that exploded from his core out to tingle at his fingertips.
While Ike slumped against the wall, Soren wiped his mouth and pulled his boxers back up. Soren pulled his pants up, but left the actually buttoning to Ike while he got up to unlock the door before it was found that they were, in fact, doing scandalous things at work.
When Soren returned to survey for any signs of their tryst Ike kissed him. There was a slightly bitter, salty taste, but he never minded. He was used to the taste by now. He would’ve kissed longer, but Soren broke free with a quick glace at the door, as if there were a whole slew of coworkers just waiting to interrupt their fun.
“This wasn’t the only suggestion on the list you know,” Ike said.
Soren pursed his lips. Ike knew that was as good as an agreement. They never went head to head on many issues, and even if Soren was moody for the next few days he’d likely agree.
“Whatever it is, it’s your turn,” Soren said techily.
Ike thought he could handle that. Whatever it was. Even another tattoo.
Series: FE10 AU
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Rating: R/NC-17
Word count: 1.422
A/N: Caveat:
searains made me do it. Oh, the bizarre, depraved things searains makes me do. Modern AU. Maybe I should make this and Interruptions a ficverse? Hmm. This is entirely silly (and porny). I blame her for everything. --
1. Soren had seemed more irritated lately which caused more than a few ‘time of his month’ jokes passed about the water cooler. But then, this was Soren, nobody expected him to gambol about the office with effervescence. Bubbly was not an adjective that was usually applied to Soren. Or ever, even. Everything he said seemed to come out just that much more muffled, and he was clenching his teeth even when the rest of his department wasn’t slacking off.
Things like this Ranulf found intriguing, amusing and compelling.. What could he say, he was born under the sign of the cat and a Leo by nature. When curious things arose, he just had to investigate them. (Saying things like that had lead people to label him a “furry” which just wasn’t true. Even if he had gone with that girl who had said she had the ‘spirit of a cat in her’. Three months later she’d admitted to being a lesbian and gone and moved out with a Talregaian girl out to a lesbian hippie commune thing. True story.)
So Ranulf started attempting to get Soren to open his mouth wide to see what was up. Maybe it was a lesion or a really bad case of candida. Maybe his teeth needed to be cleaned (though Ranulf doubted the last – he’d never seen anybody brush or floss like Soren. It was almost cliche how OCD he was.)
But after a week of only managing to Piss Off Soren, Ranulf went to Ike for explanation. It took a few brewskis to get Ike loose enough to forget that he was pretty much married to the scariest wife on Earth, the kind who wouldn’t forgive even the tiniest glance at a pretty woman, the kind who would even throw a fit if a pretty woman looked Ike’s way.
(But then Ike was totally ok with this something that Ranulf didn’t quite understand. He could only guess that Soren must be really good in bed to make up for this. It was always the quiet ones, you know?)
“Soren’s been weird about his mouth lately. He doesn’t open it. What’s up with that?” Ranulf said. He laughed just right to make the effect come off right. He threw his arm about Ike’s huge shoulders in show of camaraderie.
“No, seriously man, what is up with that? I know you didn’t bring home anything for him to catch, you’re the most straight-laced guy I know.”
The gayest straight-laced guy he’d ever seen. Then again, Ike wasn’t even that gay, Ranulf brought some magazines while indulging in his bi-side and Ike had just flipped through the articles. Everyone knew Men’s Health was pretty much softcore gay stroke material as it was, but Ike didn’t even bat an eye to all the buffed muscled up men in underwear sending bedroom eyes to the camera. Ranulf figured that Ike wouldn’t cheat even if he wasn’t dating the certified most jealous obsessive clingy person in the entire world.
“So what is it? Braces?” Ranulf said hopefully.
“No, not like that,” Ike said.
“So, tell tell,” Ranulf said. “Or do I have to liquor you up some more?”
“It’s eh, complicated,” Ike said.
“Oh C’mooon, you can tell me, Ike. We’re good friends, right?” Ranulf purred. He leaned in to Ike, a move which was quickly interrupted by a low, angry voice that he’d recognize anywhere.
“You,” a terse voice said. Ranulf turned to see Soren himself.
“Speaking of the devil, there you are,” Ranulf said.
And Ranulf saw a flash of silver when Soren opened his mouth to say some other insult or bitter vile thing like always. And Ranulf got it.
“You did read the magazines I left here!” He exclaimed.
2.
It hadn’t been Soren’s idea, though he had gone along with it. It hadn’t even thought of it at first.
It all started with a magazine article of the type of thing that Ike didn’t usually read, but it was the only thing left in the bathroom, Soren having cleaned out the older ones just the week before.
And it brought out an idea. And that idea brought out an Do you think...?. And that Do you think..? brought out a trip to a tattoo and piercing parlor.
Of course, Soren hadn’t merely done it without any recompense. Ike now sported a new tattoo on his arm. A heart with Soren inside.
A true cliche, but with as much as Ike went around sleeveless, Soren thought it should do the trick.
*
Ike pushed Soren’s hair out of his eyes. He left his thumb over Soren’s forehead longer than necessary, by the red scar that came about soon after his birth. Some found it unnerving, Ike had never minded even when he found the horrifying origins of it. He traced down Soren’s nose and down over his lips to rest at his chin.
“The healing period is over,” he said.
“We’re at work, Ike,” Soren said.
Ike gave a lopsided grin. “Like that ever stopped us before?”
Soren sighed. “At least wait until the next lunch break.”
“We could take an early lunch,” Ike whispered, close against Soren’s ear. Soren shuddered despite himself, revealing that his barriers weren’t as waterproof as they would seem.
Soren stared at the sterile white walls for a moment before he finally said the verdict.
“Lock the door.”
Ike did, and leaned against the wall. Soren undid Ike’s pants with the sort of efficient way that made undressing time negligible. Ike twisted his fingers in his secretary’s hair as Soren pulled down Ike’s boxers, the last barrier left to be felled.
The first lick a whole different sensual feeling as metal skimmed along with the cushioned sensation of tongue. Ike gripped tighter as Soren kept licking, in that ruthless, precise and efficient way that could make him come in under five minutes flat. Soren would scold him for making a sound here, and a scolding like that would last all day. Still, it felt so good with the tactile differences that Ike couldn’t stop himself.
Soren tapped on him, a very insistent and very clear be quiet but some things were just instinctual. Ike lifted and bit the back of his hand to prevent from being Exiled To The Couch and getting the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. That only muffled them, but didn’t entirely silence them. When the article said increased pleasure it wasn’t kidding.
Seeing that Ike wasn’t about to, or able to quiet up suitably, Soren went for the kill, so to speak. He licked hard, and pulled out every little secret knowledge he’d amassed along the years. He gripped the base and massaged with his fingers while he licked at the glans for even more effect. And then Soren closed his mouth about until there was nothing but heat and the contstant throbbing that left his mind incapable of thinking. The effect was that Ike was left speechless, gasping and all too soon coming in a breathtaking rush that exploded from his core out to tingle at his fingertips.
While Ike slumped against the wall, Soren wiped his mouth and pulled his boxers back up. Soren pulled his pants up, but left the actually buttoning to Ike while he got up to unlock the door before it was found that they were, in fact, doing scandalous things at work.
When Soren returned to survey for any signs of their tryst Ike kissed him. There was a slightly bitter, salty taste, but he never minded. He was used to the taste by now. He would’ve kissed longer, but Soren broke free with a quick glace at the door, as if there were a whole slew of coworkers just waiting to interrupt their fun.
“This wasn’t the only suggestion on the list you know,” Ike said.
Soren pursed his lips. Ike knew that was as good as an agreement. They never went head to head on many issues, and even if Soren was moody for the next few days he’d likely agree.
“Whatever it is, it’s your turn,” Soren said techily.
Ike thought he could handle that. Whatever it was. Even another tattoo.
