W00t! My first official ficcerino here… Not much of one, not much of one at all. Just a little random, very random drabble. Anyways, there isn't enough Ike x Soren love around here? What the hell is wrong with you people? Can't you see it? Ugh+angry yaoi-withdrawn fangirl rant+

Après?

The young tactician sat in an almost eerie silence, pouring over a thick, old volume open across his lap. Completely absorbed in its ancient context, the sage found himself relatively content for the first time in what seemed like an everlasting eternity…. An eternity consisting of campaigning, fighting, working, and general chaos. When he had finally found the opportunity to get away from it all, even if only for a brief few hours, he found himself near ecstatic - well… As ecstatic as Soren ever was anyway.

So naturally, when he heard the sudden sound of footsteps he ignored them at first, but when he heard them steadily approaching his tent, he sighed, shook his head and gently set the book aside.

'It figures…'

When the sky-haired General of the Crimean forces materialized in a near instant, Soren was a bit taken aback.

"General Ike what are you-"

The magic user's words were stifled as a tan, battle-calloused hand covered his lips in mid-motion.

"Shhh! She'll hear you!"

Ike said in a desperate, yet hushed, whispery voice. Soren's crimson eyes widened slightly upon hearing this and had begun to Ike's hand away to speak again when both men heard a very feminine voice.

"Ikey-poo? Oh, Ikey-poo where did you go?"

The sage's eyes returned to their normal size as comprehension dawned upon him as if the woman's voice had pulled the curtains and released a blinding sunlight. Ike took immediate notice of this sudden change in Soren's expression and nodded, glad that the tactician understood his dilemma, but at the same time slightly embarrassed over the situation he had found himself in.

"Can I hide in here?"

Ike looked as if he was positively begging, so Soren nodded simply before he'd had a chance to give the matter any thought. He'd covered for his general once before in this situation, perhaps the woman would realize that and actually learn from the past as seemed only logical.

Though his thoughts were interrupted as the large leather-bound book he had been reading previously before the madness of the moment had swept him away fell to the tent floor with a very pronounced sound.

Anyone who couldn't hear that… Had to be deaf.

"Ikey-poo is that you?"

"Oh damn…"

Ike had froze when the book had fallen, by manner of his own fault, as he once again looked to his tactician with that pleading look in his eyes that Soren simply couldn't ignore.

"Soren… You're the tactician how the hell do I get out of this?"

An emidiate thought came to Soren's mind, though he doubted it Ike would be very happy with him afterwards.

"Ikey-poo I'm coming to find you!"

"Soren….. Now please!"

Ike's voice was still at a whisper, but it was a harsh and firm sound none-the-less.

"Fine, but this isn't my fault!"

The sage said quickly, as if to disclaim any other effects of what he was about to do.

"Soren I don't care!"

With that Soren whisked a blanket from the poor excuse for a bed (as the troop was constantly on the move), threw it over his head to hide his face and most of the rest of him then took a firm grip on Ike's shirt collar and pulled his face downwards a few inches to meet his own.

When Aimee lifted the tent flap and peered in, the only thing she saw was some robed figure lip locked with her Ikey-poo. She was too shocked to do anything but stumble unceremoniously back out the way she came.

Meanwhile Ike's eyes had widened to a point that one would assume was humanly impossible and his cheeks had stained themselves a rather deep shade of red. Though neither condition stopped even when Soren broke their contact and tossed the sheet back onto the pile of bedding it had been ripped from previously.

"I told you…"

The tactician said, seemingly completely unaffected by the sudden act of intimacy that had just occurred between the two.

"Soren… I…."

Ike seemed to be having more than a bit of difficulty using words to a remotely coherent result.

"Thinking it may have just been easier to face Aimee?"

Soren interrupted the stammered few sounds that the General had been able to utter, as he crossed his arms across his chest and spoke almost smugly, though there was a strange lit to his voice, something else was there. What it was, who knew?

"No.. I just.. I….. Thank you."

Ike's newly acquired speech impediment didn't seem to have wavered in the few moments that Soren had spoken, and the red across his cheeks seemed to darken even more as he stumbled out of the tent.

A light laugh resounded through the young tactician's small tent, never betraying the fact that something inside him felt as if it had died.

Well, hope you liked the first chapter. Hopefully the second one will be coming soon, after the second, that's all. It's just going to be one huge lemon the second time around. Woopdee doo! (GOO!). For those of you good little boys and girls who review the next chapter will come faster! Weet woo, and +shifty eyes+ there was nothing suggestive about the use of the word 'come'…. God you're all such perverts!