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kinkfest2011-09-10 01:50 pm
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Marked (Fire Emblem, Ike/Soren, PG-13)
Title: Marked
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fearlesslies
Rating: PG-13, for some actions taken.
Warnings: light language and some grinding
Word count: 1,775 words
Summary: "Mark me so everyone can see I am yours."
A/N: A little late. Homework prevented me from getting around to typing it up until late last night. Sorry for the delay.
This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it probably would not be the last time it happened either. She thought she was being subtle about it. Hell, they all thought they were being subtle about it. But it was blatant to Soren what all those females were doing with Ike. They all threw themselves at the commander, some less intentionally than others. The taller male had a magnetism to him that attracted everyone to him, which unfortunately caused some issues.
Not all the girls were a problem; and if the tactician were to be completely honest, there were only five of them. Marcia was nice, but was a little too excited to see a guy who wasn’t a schmuck like her brother was. Jill was an annoyance who seemed to have a thing for people in authority and was looking for acceptance. Mia seemed over exuberant about having someone in the group who could use a sword. These three weren’t causing the primary problems, since their cases were probably more unintentional than some of the others. On the other hand, there was Princess Elincia. She obviously looked at Ike as her hero; and despite her denial, it was clear she wanted to be swept off her feet by him.
The worst of them though was that shop girl, the one who wore all shades of pink in her midriff baring garments. Yes, Aimee was by far the largest perpetrator of flirting with Ike. Her obsession with him had become so obvious that even Commander Oblivious-to-flirting was starting to call her on her games, if their conversation was anything to go by. This tramp clearly had no bounds on how far she was willing to go, despite a non-receptive victim. Soren strongly suspected that if she didn’t take a hint soon, he would be dealing with a startled Ike who would be running away after finding the slut naked in his tent. Actually, security needed to be increased around the commander’s tent anyways.
The brunette’s murderous jealousy only grew as he continued to watch the harlot attempt to drape herself over the blunette. However, the ever-loved commander always managed to find a way to move out of reach of the space-invading body. Actually, Ike seemed really uncomfortable with the way things were going; which made Soren feel better despite the thing trying to hang off of his friend. He smiled as he watched Ike try to leave as quickly as possible. Well, he had some thinking to do, and that should be done where no one would disturb him, his cabin.
*~*~*~*
Ike wasn’t sure what to think of what had just happened. He had thought Aimee was just being overly sweet at first; but now it seemed like she had no idea what personal space was nor did she recognize that it was what Ike wanted. Being in a committed relationship had made him very aware of when someone was making too much physical contact. But, how could he fix this problem? He obviously couldn’t be around Aimee anymore if she kept up her attitude. The question remained though, who should he send instead of himself? Deciding some fresh air would make his job easier, he headed up to the ship’s deck to walk around as he contemplated his options.
He would feel bad if he sent Titania on this job, mostly because she was an advisor and clearly showed more experience than him. Boyd would be unable to get the right things and would probably overstock axes without getting needed weapons that non-axe-wielders’ needed. Oscar could do it, and he would be nice about the job too; plus he had the habit of looking after everyone. Mist and Rolf despite their current plans to be on the battle field would probably have some issues with performing the task because their mentalities were still a little young. Soren would be very meticulous with the job, but he wouldn’t be able to carry the supplies back without someone helping him. As for the others, Ike didn’t know them well enough to be able to trust them with this kind of duty, nor did he feel comfortable giving them orders to do it. He stopped and leaned on the railing of the ship. If his thoughts were anything to go by, he should talk to Oscar at some point before they needed supplies. Ike made his decision and also concluded that a short nap right now might make him more aware when he was on watch later.
The blunette made his way down the stairs, and got lost in his thoughts as he passed other doors while on the way to his own. Suddenly, hands grabbed him and pulled him into a room as he walked past. He barely had time to register a slender, shorter body and black hair before very familiar lips were pressed against his own. Ike slowly relaxed and returned the kiss as he felt a familiar body in front of him, pressing him into the door. The height difference finally became a little uncomfortable on both of them, and the smaller body pulled away.
The commander looked into Soren’s dark eyes that were filled with passion at the moment. He realized that a nap might not be possible anymore as he was shoved onto the bed and brunette quickly following him and straddled his waist. Lips were once again brought together as tongues invaded each other’s mouths. It had been awhile, and the taller male was glad for the happy distraction from the current conditions of their voyage. Soren’s lips left his and began making a trail along the left side of his jaw.
Oh Goddess, Ike though as the brunette’s mouth found his left ear and began to trace the shell of the ear. He didn’t know what had happened to cause this kind of passion to emerge in his smaller partner, but it had produced this situation and he wasn’t going to complain. Coherent thought left as Soren stopped tracing his ear and began to nibble slightly on his earlobe, occasionally pulling on the small earring that was currently in place. A groan passed over his lips as the action continued while the smaller male began to grind his hips into Ike’s lap. This was beginning to drive him crazy. The mage only got this way when he had planned time for it; and right now, was clear was clearly a spontaneous moment. The commander began to hear the tactician’s voice but couldn’t quite make out the words through him pleasure induced haze.
Forcing himself to overcome the distraction, Ike began to understand what was being said. “...mine. I can’t believe that they think that they’ll win you over. I am already here, and you are mine. Those girls have no idea that you don’t belong to anyone else but me.” Soren’s possessive words and the scrape of teeth against the shell of his ear caused a shudder of pleasure to pass through Ike’s body. The lips left his ear as they trailed further down towards Ike’s neck as words of jealousy continued to leave the mage’s mouth.
So, that’s the source, the blunette thought as he reached the conclusion that the source of this passion was possessiveness and jealousy. They don’t know any better,” Ike said as he felt a pause in the rant. While he was glad that the mage still wanted him, he also did not want many dead females on the ship. “You’re the one who said that if anyone else knew then it would cause problems. That people would assume the wrong thing about our relationship.”
“They should at least know that you belong to someone.” The talented mouth continued to show its skill against Ike’s throat. The lips trailing delightfully along the column that they were presented with.
“Then mark me, so everyone can see I am yours.”
Hearing those words made something primal start within Soren’s head. Feeling the neck his face was pressed against, the mage felt his possessiveness take control of his body. Biting hard enough to be noticed but not to cause pain, he began the task of marking his lover. As if in apology, he licked the bitten flesh before pulling it between his lips and sucking on the flesh pulling the blood to the underside of the surface of the neck. Moving from the side of Ike’s neck, Soren positioned his mouth over the first jugular he came across. Sucking strongly at the base of it, Soren stopped torturing the flesh as he hear as small gasp of pain from the other male. After repeating the actions on the other jugular, Soren continued to let his lips trail over Ike before finally moving back to the blunette’s face and kissing his lips once more.
“You are mine.”
*~*~*~*
The next day had been interesting to say the least. Soren was beginning to think that Ike didn’t realize how thoroughly he had been marked. The most prominent of marks were two marks at the base of his neck that had darkened overnight, and then there was the mark that began just below his jaw and had blossomed all along the side of his neck. The tactician was glad that they weren’t meeting anyone important anytime soon or there might be some problems as those of importance wouldn’t be impressed by the commander’s activities.
In the mean time though, it was worth it to watch all the reactions of the girls who had been intentionally flirting with his Ike. Jill and Mia both had been a little shock and seemed to calm down when they saw Ike. Marcia had been more shocked than the former two, but showed more respect and didn’t look as admiringly at the commander as before. Elincia had trouble being in the same area as Ike, as her eyes kept trailing to the marks that had appeared overnight on his neck just before she turned away blushing. Then as the shop girl tried to make her attempt at wooing Ike that day, she faltered. Aimee’s eyes had widened as she took in the rather impressive mark of possession that he blossomed on Ike’s neck. Having quietly observed all of the reactions, Soren allowed a small smile to grace his appearance. He didn’t think anyone would flirt with his lover so long as those marks were present, and when they started to fade and there was no one important to talk to, he could always renew them. Smiling, the tactician left to go plan out any future battles that might be possible on their journey.
Author/Artist:
fearlessliesRating: PG-13, for some actions taken.
Warnings: light language and some grinding
Word count: 1,775 words
Summary: "Mark me so everyone can see I am yours."
A/N: A little late. Homework prevented me from getting around to typing it up until late last night. Sorry for the delay.
This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it probably would not be the last time it happened either. She thought she was being subtle about it. Hell, they all thought they were being subtle about it. But it was blatant to Soren what all those females were doing with Ike. They all threw themselves at the commander, some less intentionally than others. The taller male had a magnetism to him that attracted everyone to him, which unfortunately caused some issues.
Not all the girls were a problem; and if the tactician were to be completely honest, there were only five of them. Marcia was nice, but was a little too excited to see a guy who wasn’t a schmuck like her brother was. Jill was an annoyance who seemed to have a thing for people in authority and was looking for acceptance. Mia seemed over exuberant about having someone in the group who could use a sword. These three weren’t causing the primary problems, since their cases were probably more unintentional than some of the others. On the other hand, there was Princess Elincia. She obviously looked at Ike as her hero; and despite her denial, it was clear she wanted to be swept off her feet by him.
The worst of them though was that shop girl, the one who wore all shades of pink in her midriff baring garments. Yes, Aimee was by far the largest perpetrator of flirting with Ike. Her obsession with him had become so obvious that even Commander Oblivious-to-flirting was starting to call her on her games, if their conversation was anything to go by. This tramp clearly had no bounds on how far she was willing to go, despite a non-receptive victim. Soren strongly suspected that if she didn’t take a hint soon, he would be dealing with a startled Ike who would be running away after finding the slut naked in his tent. Actually, security needed to be increased around the commander’s tent anyways.
The brunette’s murderous jealousy only grew as he continued to watch the harlot attempt to drape herself over the blunette. However, the ever-loved commander always managed to find a way to move out of reach of the space-invading body. Actually, Ike seemed really uncomfortable with the way things were going; which made Soren feel better despite the thing trying to hang off of his friend. He smiled as he watched Ike try to leave as quickly as possible. Well, he had some thinking to do, and that should be done where no one would disturb him, his cabin.
*~*~*~*
Ike wasn’t sure what to think of what had just happened. He had thought Aimee was just being overly sweet at first; but now it seemed like she had no idea what personal space was nor did she recognize that it was what Ike wanted. Being in a committed relationship had made him very aware of when someone was making too much physical contact. But, how could he fix this problem? He obviously couldn’t be around Aimee anymore if she kept up her attitude. The question remained though, who should he send instead of himself? Deciding some fresh air would make his job easier, he headed up to the ship’s deck to walk around as he contemplated his options.
He would feel bad if he sent Titania on this job, mostly because she was an advisor and clearly showed more experience than him. Boyd would be unable to get the right things and would probably overstock axes without getting needed weapons that non-axe-wielders’ needed. Oscar could do it, and he would be nice about the job too; plus he had the habit of looking after everyone. Mist and Rolf despite their current plans to be on the battle field would probably have some issues with performing the task because their mentalities were still a little young. Soren would be very meticulous with the job, but he wouldn’t be able to carry the supplies back without someone helping him. As for the others, Ike didn’t know them well enough to be able to trust them with this kind of duty, nor did he feel comfortable giving them orders to do it. He stopped and leaned on the railing of the ship. If his thoughts were anything to go by, he should talk to Oscar at some point before they needed supplies. Ike made his decision and also concluded that a short nap right now might make him more aware when he was on watch later.
The blunette made his way down the stairs, and got lost in his thoughts as he passed other doors while on the way to his own. Suddenly, hands grabbed him and pulled him into a room as he walked past. He barely had time to register a slender, shorter body and black hair before very familiar lips were pressed against his own. Ike slowly relaxed and returned the kiss as he felt a familiar body in front of him, pressing him into the door. The height difference finally became a little uncomfortable on both of them, and the smaller body pulled away.
The commander looked into Soren’s dark eyes that were filled with passion at the moment. He realized that a nap might not be possible anymore as he was shoved onto the bed and brunette quickly following him and straddled his waist. Lips were once again brought together as tongues invaded each other’s mouths. It had been awhile, and the taller male was glad for the happy distraction from the current conditions of their voyage. Soren’s lips left his and began making a trail along the left side of his jaw.
Oh Goddess, Ike though as the brunette’s mouth found his left ear and began to trace the shell of the ear. He didn’t know what had happened to cause this kind of passion to emerge in his smaller partner, but it had produced this situation and he wasn’t going to complain. Coherent thought left as Soren stopped tracing his ear and began to nibble slightly on his earlobe, occasionally pulling on the small earring that was currently in place. A groan passed over his lips as the action continued while the smaller male began to grind his hips into Ike’s lap. This was beginning to drive him crazy. The mage only got this way when he had planned time for it; and right now, was clear was clearly a spontaneous moment. The commander began to hear the tactician’s voice but couldn’t quite make out the words through him pleasure induced haze.
Forcing himself to overcome the distraction, Ike began to understand what was being said. “...mine. I can’t believe that they think that they’ll win you over. I am already here, and you are mine. Those girls have no idea that you don’t belong to anyone else but me.” Soren’s possessive words and the scrape of teeth against the shell of his ear caused a shudder of pleasure to pass through Ike’s body. The lips left his ear as they trailed further down towards Ike’s neck as words of jealousy continued to leave the mage’s mouth.
So, that’s the source, the blunette thought as he reached the conclusion that the source of this passion was possessiveness and jealousy. They don’t know any better,” Ike said as he felt a pause in the rant. While he was glad that the mage still wanted him, he also did not want many dead females on the ship. “You’re the one who said that if anyone else knew then it would cause problems. That people would assume the wrong thing about our relationship.”
“They should at least know that you belong to someone.” The talented mouth continued to show its skill against Ike’s throat. The lips trailing delightfully along the column that they were presented with.
“Then mark me, so everyone can see I am yours.”
Hearing those words made something primal start within Soren’s head. Feeling the neck his face was pressed against, the mage felt his possessiveness take control of his body. Biting hard enough to be noticed but not to cause pain, he began the task of marking his lover. As if in apology, he licked the bitten flesh before pulling it between his lips and sucking on the flesh pulling the blood to the underside of the surface of the neck. Moving from the side of Ike’s neck, Soren positioned his mouth over the first jugular he came across. Sucking strongly at the base of it, Soren stopped torturing the flesh as he hear as small gasp of pain from the other male. After repeating the actions on the other jugular, Soren continued to let his lips trail over Ike before finally moving back to the blunette’s face and kissing his lips once more.
“You are mine.”
*~*~*~*
The next day had been interesting to say the least. Soren was beginning to think that Ike didn’t realize how thoroughly he had been marked. The most prominent of marks were two marks at the base of his neck that had darkened overnight, and then there was the mark that began just below his jaw and had blossomed all along the side of his neck. The tactician was glad that they weren’t meeting anyone important anytime soon or there might be some problems as those of importance wouldn’t be impressed by the commander’s activities.
In the mean time though, it was worth it to watch all the reactions of the girls who had been intentionally flirting with his Ike. Jill and Mia both had been a little shock and seemed to calm down when they saw Ike. Marcia had been more shocked than the former two, but showed more respect and didn’t look as admiringly at the commander as before. Elincia had trouble being in the same area as Ike, as her eyes kept trailing to the marks that had appeared overnight on his neck just before she turned away blushing. Then as the shop girl tried to make her attempt at wooing Ike that day, she faltered. Aimee’s eyes had widened as she took in the rather impressive mark of possession that he blossomed on Ike’s neck. Having quietly observed all of the reactions, Soren allowed a small smile to grace his appearance. He didn’t think anyone would flirt with his lover so long as those marks were present, and when they started to fade and there was no one important to talk to, he could always renew them. Smiling, the tactician left to go plan out any future battles that might be possible on their journey.