Don't Leave Me

Summary: Three months ago, Soren confessed his love for Link, the hero of time. Since then, the pair has remained incredibly close, but civil war in a neighboring country threatens their union. Will bringing peace to Daein result in the death of a loved one? LinkxSoren, IkexPit, MarthxRoy. Rated for sexual situations, language, and gore... lots and lots of gore.

A harsh winter wind descended the nearby mountain an unleashed its frigid fury on the small Crimean camp below. Tents billowed and swayed but stayed in place, as resilient as those that inhabited them. Three units comprised the encampment: the soldiers, the mercenaries, and the otherworld companions. The third was the smallest unit with only three tents, but it was where the Crimean Lord Ike made his stay. Joining him was the Angelic Captain, Pit, his most trusted and loved companion. In the second tent resided Prince Marth of Altea along with his partner and lover the Noble Roy of Pherae. The third tent housed the newest couple, Link the Hero of Time and Soren the spell casting tactician.

As the wind pressed harder on their tents, the lovers all drew closer for warmth. Daein winters were know for their brutality, but that did little to prepare the others for their cold. Sore snuggled deeper into Link's arms, hoping for some relief from the icy draft. The larger blonde drew the covers closer around the sage and nuzzled into the smaller's raven locks.

"All this hair and you can't stay warm?" he teased.

Soren open his blood-red eyes to give the Hylian a half-hearted glare. "I'd be warmer if a certain someone hadn't removed my robes."

"You liked it."

The sage had no prepared response that wasn't an obvious lie, so he laid quietly in his lover's arms.

Link chuckled. "If you're cold, I'll be happy to warm you up again." He leaned down, offering a kiss that was promptly rejected when Soren ducked down from view.

"Link!" he scolded, without his usual venom. "We have a big day tomorrow. You're going to be fighting tomorrow, and I want you to be well-rested."

"Right, right. Get up early, storm the mountain pass, make it to the other side, and wait for you to lead the supply wagons to come around on the forest-side. I know; I was listening to Ike when he went blabbering on about it at the fire tonight."

"Good. I'm glad you listen to someone."

"Oh, shut up. I listen to you, too!"

Soren looked the archer in the eyes. "Oh, really? When?"

Link smirked before throwing his head back, shouting, "Oh, Link! Faster! Harder! OH! Don't stop!"

Out-raged, the sage slammed his pillow down over the archer's face in a weak attempt to smother him. The blonde's muffled laughter could still be heard. Blindly, he reached around and hugged the spell caster's slender waist and pulled him down to his chest. Soren resisted, but eventually gave in and removed his pillow. This time, when the blonde puckered his lips, the sage accepted.

"You know I love you?" the Hylian inquired sweetly between kisses.

Soren intensified the kiss in reply. "Umm-hmm."

Link broke the contact. "I would give anything to have you at my side tomorrow," he whined, stroking his lover's hair out of his pale face.

"You know I can't do that. You need fighters who can cut down enemies quickly. The enemy guards need to be so busy with you guys that they won't notice me on the forest-side of the mountain leading the supply wagons. Besides, a spell caster like me would only slow you down."

Link sighed. "Why do the supplies matter so much that we have to go through all this trouble?"

"Because, Dearest Link, we don't have a lot of supplies. If we want to successfully stifle this revolution, we need to ration what we have. If we get ambushed and lose our supplies, we won't stop the rebel troops and Daein will erupt into civil war."

"You're so optimistic," Link teased.

"It's the truth, like it or not. That's why Titania and I came up with this diversion plan. While Ike leads you and the Main Group up the central path up the mountain, Titania will lead the Decoy Group along the side of the mountain that boarders the river. They'll be in plain view, so hopefully the Supply Group and I will go unnoticed along the side of the mountain that boarders the forest. It's your job to keep the soldiers' attention so that all the supplies make it to the clearing. If all goes well, we should regroup on the other side of the mountain by dinner," Soren explained.

The blonde frowned. "Yeah, but I still don't get why you can't come with me and the rest of the fighters. We'll have that healer-guy, Rice, with us. You won't slow us down any more than he will."

The sage rolled his eyes. "Rhys is a seasoned bishop and an experienced healer. You'll need him. I'm needed to navigate the Supply Group through the woods. There are no marked paths, but with the amount of research I've done, we'll be able to make it through safely. We both have our parts to play, and unfortunately, we can't be together." He noticed the worried look in his lover's eyes and sighed. "If it will cheer you up, I'll happily make love to you again tonight."

"The blonde shook his head. "Nope, not tonight. I need to rest up for tomorrow," he proudly stated as he reclined.

Soren scowled. "Oh, now you listen to me."

"Told you I did."

"Way to make a point, asshole."

The archer shifted and pulled the dark haired sage down next to him. "Hey, you don't have to be upset. I'll make love to you tomorrow night, okay?"

"Link, something could happen to you tomorrow morning," Soren mumbled into the Hylian's chest. He kissed his lover's throat.

"Well, if I love you tonight like I'm going to die tomorrow, won't I just be jinxing myself?"

"You're so stubborn."

Link held the young sage tightly. "I promise you, here and now that by this time tomorrow night, I will be alive and healthy enough to make love to you."

"Hn… Okay. Terms accepted, but if you break your promise, there will be repercussions," he threatened darkly.

Link laughed and kissed him deeply. "Go to sleep, Dearest Soren."