fic: Tender
Feb. 1st, 2010 05:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bonnefoisTitle: Tender
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Series: FE9/10
Rating: Rish?
Word Count: 1305
A/N: Takes place directly after the Ike, Soren and Aimee silver card base convo. Came from joking that this would happen. Porn battle IX, Wall, tease. I am apparently doing a sexytiems festival with said pairing because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
searains in a very obvious ploy to get me to write her kinky things, insulted the sexiness of said pairing and my honor and this cannot stand.
ten⋅der
adj. ten⋅der⋅er, ten⋅der⋅est
1. Easily crushed or bruised; fragile.
2. Easily hurt; sensitive.
3. Painful; sore.
ten⋅der (2)
n.
1. A formal offer, as:
1. Law An offer of money or service in payment of an obligation.
2. A written offer to contract goods or services at a specified cost or rate; a bid.
2. Something, especially money, offered in payment.
*
“Ike I need you in the supply room, right this instant,” Soren said, his voice terse.
"I can be there in just a second–"
"Right this instant," Soren repeated, giving Ike a long, meaningful look.
"Oh. That."
He gave a half shrugged explanation to Ranulf and Elincia and followed Soren into the nearest room.
Soren locked the door with expert care. Probably with magic involved. Ike wasn't really sure.
“Something the matter?”
Soren was in his arms in two strides. “–I just–“ Nip. “Whispered insipid nothings to demented shopgirl–” Lick.
"When you said you’d take care of it, I figured–" Ike said. He broke off with a moan as Soren's fingers found their way past his belt.
"Yes, I took care of it," Soren interrupted.
"Oh," Ike said. Oh he breathed, though it was unrelated.
"Merely flattery however, she finds me rather physically repulsive."
"Her loss," Ike said. He jerked spasmodically as Soren ran his fingers in all the right places.
"It wasn’t without value," Soren said. He removed his hands, and searched for something within his robes. The lack was so startling that he wanted to push Soren's hands back, but he trusted Soren whatever his plans were.
Soren leaned up against him in a way that was yes, seductive. Seductive and Soren should have been two completely contradictory words, but Ike knew better. The silver card was at the back of Ike's neck, a cold against his flesh.
“I talked her down to half-price,” Soren said.
"That’s great," Ike said.
"Of course, it is only while we are at this base...but I believe it's worth it," Soren said.
"You did good," Ike said.
"You know I never do anything without recompense, Ike," Soren whispered, husky and raw.
"You know my price."
"....what do want this time?" Ike said. Soren was buried against his chest. If he bent just a little, he could rest his head against Soren's.
"You," Soren replied without getting up.
No detailed instructions, just acceptance. And really, for someone who'd spent most of his life not understanding the appeal of sex, there was no better aphrodisiac than Soren's only want in the world being himself.
Soren nuzzled against Ike’s neck. "All according to plan, huh?" Ike said.
"Exactly," Soren said.
Soren undid Ike's belt buckle. When it was loose enough, his hands moved to go up Ike's abdomen. All the while, he kissed Ike so hard that his lips hurt. He'd probably be bleeding tomorrow, and yet Ike didn't mind. He had a high pain tolerance, and little hints of pain between kisses were nothing to him.
He pushed Soren to the wall, hard. He knew this was a not the time to tear their clothes off, as Soren had painstakingly explained that there were times when they got to be naked and fuck like animals in heat, and times when the clothes had to stay on because they'd have to be accounted for in fifteen minutes. Truth be told, though Ike hadn't thought of sex much back then, he wouldn't have thought that Soren would be the kind to have it out like this. If it had been suggested by say, Ranulf, or Gatrie, or Shinon, he would've ignored them. Or told them to shut it, because even if Ike turned a blind eye (or ear) to comments about Soren being a bastard, an ass, a prigg or a automaton as they all held some truth, but there were some things you just didn't say. At least not within Ike's hearing, or where it could get back to him.
But Soren was that person, or at least, had sometime along the way become that person. The type who would pull him out of a meeting to fuck half-clothed against a wall with the assistant to the king of Gallia and the queen of Crimea not too far off. (Though, to be fair it wouldn't have any affect on Ranulf other than to make him give a thumbs up sign and make a lot of off-color jokes.)
He also hadn't known back then that Soren would get a look in his eyes, a longing, open look that said so much without words. Soren would get bruises this way. But Soren didn't mind pain that much either. And the feel of his hands pulling Ike closer, harder against him let him knew that Soren wanted it rough. Soren's hands were back on him, stroking his cock while biting at his neck.. Ike gritted his teeth to not let out anything which might alert their presence, because if not he'd get a tongue lashing afterwards. He knew that full out sex generally couldn't be fitted into these meetings, but he wanted to be inside Soren and feel him tight and hot around him.
Soren's hands were on him again, with expert care, bringing him to the brink with the feel of his thumb stroking over the lower part of the glans. Never one to simply lie back and take it, he reached under the skirts of Soren's robes and gave as good as he got. Heady, with Soren pressed hard against the wall, they fumbled and groped for each other. Sloppy, biting kisses were sometimes left on lips, neck or whatever piece of flesh was closest. Ike thought through his fragmented whirl of sensations, that it might have been easier to simply have taken off their clothes at this rate. When they finished, the sunk into each other, the wall against them, the muffled voices of others outside faint through the barrier.
Soren wiped his hands on a cloth he pulled from his pockets, possibly just for this purpose. He passed it to Ike, for he was of the bad habit of wiping things on his pants. And this was not the kind of stain he wanted to explain away to Mist, or ever be mistakenly reprimanded for.
"Now, I believe our fifteen minutes are up," Soren said evenly. He attended to his hair and straightened his clothes. Ike didn't even bother.
"So, my quarters tonight?"
"Naturally," Soren said. "The rest of my wish is for you to do whatever you want to me."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
Just that made him want to push Soren down to the rug and take him there, other people be damned. Which he might have done, had Soren not already been unlatching the door.
Elincia colored. Ranulf grinned toothily. "Some emergency," he said.
"The best kind," Ike said.
Soren sent them both a glare, but offered no explanation. Nor need he, for no one would really guess that it'd been a messy handjob, for priggish Soren never did those kinds of things. Even when presented with evidence, they would joke without really believing.
But to keep him warm until then was the knowledge hidden away that he'd soon be deep inside of Soren, as deep as one could get, really, and that made him only want night to approach faster.
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Series: FE9/10
Rating: Rish?
Word Count: 1305
A/N: Takes place directly after the Ike, Soren and Aimee silver card base convo. Came from joking that this would happen. Porn battle IX, Wall, tease. I am apparently doing a sexytiems festival with said pairing because
searains in a very obvious ploy to get me to write her kinky things, insulted the sexiness of said pairing and my honor and this cannot stand. ten⋅der
adj. ten⋅der⋅er, ten⋅der⋅est
1. Easily crushed or bruised; fragile.
2. Easily hurt; sensitive.
3. Painful; sore.
ten⋅der (2)
n.
1. A formal offer, as:
1. Law An offer of money or service in payment of an obligation.
2. A written offer to contract goods or services at a specified cost or rate; a bid.
2. Something, especially money, offered in payment.
*
“Ike I need you in the supply room, right this instant,” Soren said, his voice terse.
"I can be there in just a second–"
"Right this instant," Soren repeated, giving Ike a long, meaningful look.
"Oh. That."
He gave a half shrugged explanation to Ranulf and Elincia and followed Soren into the nearest room.
Soren locked the door with expert care. Probably with magic involved. Ike wasn't really sure.
“Something the matter?”
Soren was in his arms in two strides. “–I just–“ Nip. “Whispered insipid nothings to demented shopgirl–” Lick.
"When you said you’d take care of it, I figured–" Ike said. He broke off with a moan as Soren's fingers found their way past his belt.
"Yes, I took care of it," Soren interrupted.
"Oh," Ike said. Oh he breathed, though it was unrelated.
"Merely flattery however, she finds me rather physically repulsive."
"Her loss," Ike said. He jerked spasmodically as Soren ran his fingers in all the right places.
"It wasn’t without value," Soren said. He removed his hands, and searched for something within his robes. The lack was so startling that he wanted to push Soren's hands back, but he trusted Soren whatever his plans were.
Soren leaned up against him in a way that was yes, seductive. Seductive and Soren should have been two completely contradictory words, but Ike knew better. The silver card was at the back of Ike's neck, a cold against his flesh.
“I talked her down to half-price,” Soren said.
"That’s great," Ike said.
"Of course, it is only while we are at this base...but I believe it's worth it," Soren said.
"You did good," Ike said.
"You know I never do anything without recompense, Ike," Soren whispered, husky and raw.
"You know my price."
"....what do want this time?" Ike said. Soren was buried against his chest. If he bent just a little, he could rest his head against Soren's.
"You," Soren replied without getting up.
No detailed instructions, just acceptance. And really, for someone who'd spent most of his life not understanding the appeal of sex, there was no better aphrodisiac than Soren's only want in the world being himself.
Soren nuzzled against Ike’s neck. "All according to plan, huh?" Ike said.
"Exactly," Soren said.
Soren undid Ike's belt buckle. When it was loose enough, his hands moved to go up Ike's abdomen. All the while, he kissed Ike so hard that his lips hurt. He'd probably be bleeding tomorrow, and yet Ike didn't mind. He had a high pain tolerance, and little hints of pain between kisses were nothing to him.
He pushed Soren to the wall, hard. He knew this was a not the time to tear their clothes off, as Soren had painstakingly explained that there were times when they got to be naked and fuck like animals in heat, and times when the clothes had to stay on because they'd have to be accounted for in fifteen minutes. Truth be told, though Ike hadn't thought of sex much back then, he wouldn't have thought that Soren would be the kind to have it out like this. If it had been suggested by say, Ranulf, or Gatrie, or Shinon, he would've ignored them. Or told them to shut it, because even if Ike turned a blind eye (or ear) to comments about Soren being a bastard, an ass, a prigg or a automaton as they all held some truth, but there were some things you just didn't say. At least not within Ike's hearing, or where it could get back to him.
But Soren was that person, or at least, had sometime along the way become that person. The type who would pull him out of a meeting to fuck half-clothed against a wall with the assistant to the king of Gallia and the queen of Crimea not too far off. (Though, to be fair it wouldn't have any affect on Ranulf other than to make him give a thumbs up sign and make a lot of off-color jokes.)
He also hadn't known back then that Soren would get a look in his eyes, a longing, open look that said so much without words. Soren would get bruises this way. But Soren didn't mind pain that much either. And the feel of his hands pulling Ike closer, harder against him let him knew that Soren wanted it rough. Soren's hands were back on him, stroking his cock while biting at his neck.. Ike gritted his teeth to not let out anything which might alert their presence, because if not he'd get a tongue lashing afterwards. He knew that full out sex generally couldn't be fitted into these meetings, but he wanted to be inside Soren and feel him tight and hot around him.
Soren's hands were on him again, with expert care, bringing him to the brink with the feel of his thumb stroking over the lower part of the glans. Never one to simply lie back and take it, he reached under the skirts of Soren's robes and gave as good as he got. Heady, with Soren pressed hard against the wall, they fumbled and groped for each other. Sloppy, biting kisses were sometimes left on lips, neck or whatever piece of flesh was closest. Ike thought through his fragmented whirl of sensations, that it might have been easier to simply have taken off their clothes at this rate. When they finished, the sunk into each other, the wall against them, the muffled voices of others outside faint through the barrier.
Soren wiped his hands on a cloth he pulled from his pockets, possibly just for this purpose. He passed it to Ike, for he was of the bad habit of wiping things on his pants. And this was not the kind of stain he wanted to explain away to Mist, or ever be mistakenly reprimanded for.
"Now, I believe our fifteen minutes are up," Soren said evenly. He attended to his hair and straightened his clothes. Ike didn't even bother.
"So, my quarters tonight?"
"Naturally," Soren said. "The rest of my wish is for you to do whatever you want to me."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
Just that made him want to push Soren down to the rug and take him there, other people be damned. Which he might have done, had Soren not already been unlatching the door.
Elincia colored. Ranulf grinned toothily. "Some emergency," he said.
"The best kind," Ike said.
Soren sent them both a glare, but offered no explanation. Nor need he, for no one would really guess that it'd been a messy handjob, for priggish Soren never did those kinds of things. Even when presented with evidence, they would joke without really believing.
But to keep him warm until then was the knowledge hidden away that he'd soon be deep inside of Soren, as deep as one could get, really, and that made him only want night to approach faster.
no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 04:37 am (UTC)