My first time writing something like this, so be nice please ;)
Disclamier: I OWN NOTHING!
Panting, Ike slid off of Sothe, wrapping his arm around his waist as he collasped back onto the bed. Their bodies were still tangled together, their skin was coated with sweat, their faces were flushed and full of joy. The most obvious signs of the love making they had just partaken in. They basked in each other's company for a moment, neither saying a word, just staring at each other, their eyes full of love.
"Ike." Sothe said, breaking the silence.
"Mmmm." Ike answered, stroking Sothe's cheek.
"I think Micaiah's on to us."
"What?" Ike asked, lazily tracing his fingers down to Sothe's delicate collarbone.
"Micaiah's onto us."
"What makes you say that?" Ike let his fingers drift down to Sothe's erect nipple.
"She said that you were the father of my children."
Ike looked shocked for a moment, before bursting out laughing, Sothe's nipples forgotten. He stopped once he saw Sothe's serious expression. "You're serious?"
"Of course."
"She actually said that?"
"Yes."
Ike looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't think we have anything to worry about though."
"Why?"
"Because she was probably just being sarcastic, after all, men can't have each other's babies. And even if she does know, who would believe her?"
Sothe looked thoughtful for a moment. "As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."
Ike gave him a grin. "Aren't I always?"
Then Ike nuzzled into Sothe's neck and started to lather it with his tongue.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Sothe gasped out.
Ike chuckled against his skin. "What do you think?" He pulled away from Sothe to give him a leer. "That damn outfit you always wear makes me mad for you." He let his hands slide down lower to Sothe's midriff. "You're so sexy; it's all I can do to keep my hands off you."
Sothe blushed at Ike's words. "Sorry."
Ike gave a deep throated laugh. "It's nothing to be sorry about." His hand went lower and Sothe gasped as Ike slid his hand around Sothe's hard member. "Nothing at all." He purred.