"Hehe, Ike!"

"…"

"Ike, stop it…!"

"You don't want me to stop…" The general smirked as he grasped the leather belt that was wrapped loosely around Soren's neck, tugging on it and pulling his lover closer to him. He captured his lips, and his heart, with a single kiss.

Soren writhed beneath the kiss, as if he'd been spearheaded by Ike's lips. The blue-haired man forced his tongue past those rose petal lips, reaching around to the back of Soren's mouth and running his tongue across the teeth there. They were long and sharp, sharper than his own; but Ike attributed that to the fact that Soren was half dragon laguz.

Soren pulled away shyly, glancing at the ground. "What if someone sees us?" He whispered.

"Let them look," Ike murmured heatedly, moving in for another kiss.

"…Oh Ashera…"

Soren broke the kiss in a panic, turning to the owner of the voice. Boyd, of all people, stood in the entrance to their little hideaway in the forest. His hand was up, over his mouth. His other arm dropped his axe.

"Boyd, listen…" Soren breathed.

The warrior turned and ran.

"Boyd, Boyd! Blast…" Ike called after him, but to no avail. The man was gone. "Well," Ike said, turning to Soren. "My dear tactician, what is our strategy?"

Soren sighed. "I say we just tell everyone before Boyd does."

"Whatever you say."

Silence overcame the mess hall, something that was so abnormal it was almost eerie. Ike and Soren stood by the entrance to the kitchen, Soren practically hiding behind his lover. Ike, being a general and used to speaking in front of people, stepped forward. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make," He made eye contact with Boyd, who shuddered and looked away. "Soren and I…Are romantically involved. We're a couple."

He grasped Soren's hand, pulling him out from behind him. Everyone was simply staring.

He suddenly grabbed Soren about the waist, dipping him and kissing him passionately. A quiet gasp ran throughout the mercenary crowd. Soren shook. As they parted and Ike let his lover stand, he wiped the spittle on his sleeve. "If anyone has a problem with their commander being in love, then they are free to desert the company, here and now."

No-one made a move. No-one even breathed.

Rolf spoke up. "Wait…Let me get this straight…You thought you were hiding it?"