A/N: Happy birthday once again! I've been given the instruction to write some role reversal this time, so I guess if that's what you're into then read on! Warning though, it's just as sappy as the last chapter, so remember to keep some dental floss handy!
Ever since Ike had opened up about his feelings, Soren had since gotten over his insecurities and returned to his old self. Even the other units in the group noticed. The once very withdrawn mage had become more confident and even a little more outspoken, though he didn't become anymore approachable. Ike seemed a lot happier too, and it didn't take long for the other units to start noticing the subtle romantic interactions between them. It wasn't even something they tried to hide.
As the years passed, they grew closer and stared together. Now that everyone already knew about their relationship, they dropped the sneaking around and started sharing a tent. They were both in agreement that this was the best course of action, to a tent for any newcomers and the like. Even if Soren still felt like he might not be good enough for his commander at times, Ike was always there to support and reassure him.
They had been fighting as mercenaries for hire for a while now, and it seemed to be a fulfilling life. After an easy outing driving off bandits, Ike and Soren retired to their fortress and the tactician began his nightly report. The commander took off his shirt as he only half listened to the report. His mind wandered and settled on figuring out how his tactician found the energy to fight all day on top of a mountain, and then be able to write up the specifics of said battle and then spend hours after talking about it. Eventually he grew impatient and approached Soren not at all subtly and hugged him from behind. Gently he began kissing the smaller man's neck, silencing the report. "I want you." He said in a hot, longing voice. The mage shuddered and submitted instantly, allowing himself to be carried to the bed. The commander placed his tactician down and began undressing him. The mage tried his hardest to help Ike get him out of his clothes, just so their skin could make contact faster. Ike laid himself down next to him and Soren climbed on top of his commander's chest.
Soren traced the curves of Ike's muscles with his fingertips. No matter how many times he touched his lover's well toned body, it still amazed him. This beautiful, perfect specimen of a man was his. He was his one and only. Soren still could barely believe it after all these years, and knowing Ike was his still made him feel just as giddy as when he first learned of his partner's feelings. The mage rested his head on his commander's bare chest as the larger wound his arms around him, capturing him in a tight hug. He sighed blissfully, content to stay like this with the man he loved. Not long after, Ike peppered playful kisses in Soren's hair, broken only by hot and lusty sighs. It didn't take the intellect of a studious tactician mage to connect the dots here. The mage took this as his queue to shift into a more accessible position. So he shuffled up, allowing Ike to be able to adjust the position to his liking. To Soren's surprise, Ike just tilted the mage's face toward him and seized his lips in a heated kiss. Soren wrapped his arms around his commander's neck and kissed back with all of the passion and fervor he had. No matter how many times he did this, it never got old. His eyes fluttered shut as he allowed himself to get lost in the moment.
Ike broke the kiss first, "Soren," he began, his voice slightly uneasy but expectant, "there's something I've been wanting to try." After hearing that, the mage tensed up a little. He had always worried that Ike would grow bored of him, and the tone of Ike's voice made it seem like he was up to something Soren might not like. Though, he wasn't about to deny a request from his commander and gave a weak, unconvincing nod and hoped that his lover wasn't planning on bringing someone else into their love life. "Oh, good." Ike said, giving his lover a reassuring kiss. "Get the elixir."
So far so good. The mage did what he was told, slowly slinking off of his commander and heading toward his bag. After a few seconds of rummaging through his belongings, he returned with an elixir in hand. In that short time Ike had disrobed completely, his pants carelessly tossed to the side. Soren set the elixir down on the bed next to his lover while looking to him with uncertainty. What could he be planning? There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary in his behaviour. Before Soren could further his speculation, Ike had wrapped his arms around him again and flipped their positions so that the mage was underneath him. This wasn't Soren's favorite position, with Ike being as heavy as he was, but it was all right. The smaller of the two relaxed and kissed the commander's neck. He could hear the squelching sound of Ike's fingers in the elixir and mentally prepared himself for contact. But the contact never came, instead, Ike broke away and gave Soren a look of mischievous delight. All of a sudden the commander started preparing himself with his own slicked up fingers.
"Ike?" Soren said, dumbfounded and confused,
"I told you I wanted to try something different right?" He offered a sly grin. "I really want to know what this feels like for you."
The blunt manner in which this was said caused the mage to blush deeply. Never had he thought about topping Ike, but now that the idea had been brought to his attention, he found himself oddly intrigued. "I don't think this position is going to work." Soren said brazenly, surprised by his sudden perceived authority. "Turn around for me." The mage could hardly believe that he was giving his commander a command, but doing so gave him a surge of adrenaline. It pleased him even more to see his commander obey without question.
"Like this?" The swordsman asked as he laid himself on his stomach.
Seeing his commander so compliant made the mage lick his lips in lusty delight. He was enjoying this much more than he would have expected. "Raise your hips." He said simply, but with a voice that held more authority than usual. This was a chance that might not arise again, so he had to take full advantage of it.
The swordsman did what he was told, bringing his knees to his chest and elevating his hips. "Like this?"
"Yes, just like that." Now that Soren had his lover where he wanted him, he took the elixir and slicked up his own fingers. He swallowed then out of nervousness, "tell me if it hurts, okay?" He said, now a little more timid than before. Despite all of the sex they had in the past, Ike was technically virginal in this area. The mage bit his lip, worried that he might somehow cause his lover pain. Since the commander had initiated this though, he would try to the best of his abilities to bring him pleasure. So he pressed a slicked up finger slowly inside his lover. Ike remained motionless and showed no signs of discomfort, which was reassuring. Since he was met with little resistance, the mage tried pressing in a second. Ike sighed at the intrusion and Soren pulled back. "Are you well Ike?"
"Yeah, it just feels different than I pictured." He said with a chuckle. "Keep going."
Soren raised an eyebrow but didn't stop sliding his fingers inside. He'd been given the okay to keep going, so he didn't want to let his lover down. Seeing Ike like this had already made Soren hazy with lust, but he was still lucid enough to not rush things. Though he was inexperienced, he still felt like he had learned a few things from when Ike did this with him. Now he had to replicate those techniques to the best of his abilities. While adding another finger, he began moving them around, stretching Ike as gently as he could. The larger man arched a little and sighed, but the mage kept going. His pulse raced as he watched his commander's reactions, marvelling at his hot sighs and subtle movements. "Are you still well Ike?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." The mage said as he withdrew his fingers. "I'm going in now." He said, almost choking on his words. It was almost unbelievable that he was about to take his commander. At the same time he coated his hand with leftover elixir and positioned himself to coat Ike's member with it. He wasn't exactly sure if it would help, but it couldn't hurt.
"I'm ready." Ike said hotly.
Not wanting to disappoint, the mage moved up and began pressing in. They both exhaled and moaned as the smaller slowly and gradually made his way in. Suddenly Ike groaned and jolted up, startling Soren and stopping him dead. "Ike?" He choked out. Though it would have seemed absurd to think, Soren didn't want to hurt his commander.
Though, it didn't seem like Ike was in pain. Instead he forced his hips back and groaned again. "Don't stop." He commanded in a hot, lust filled voice. His hips didn't stop though, and he pushed back against his lover. He started stroking himself too, and for some reason this annoyed Soren. So the mage slapped the swordsman's hand away and grabbed the hot cock. His hips moved as he tried to match Ike's rhythm but it seemed hard to concentrate on doing both. Ike jolted up at Soren squeezing him too hard, but he couldn't tell if it was good or not.
"Haa." Soren sighed. He resolved to stop worrying about hurting Ike and let his instincts take over. "Ike." His mouth hung open allowing his hot breaths and moans to escape unimpeded. Ike reciprocated and groaned as he let the mage dominate him. Though, he didn't have the self control to keep his hips still and ground himself against Soren with all of the strength he had. The smaller of the two had no choice but adapt to Ike's impatient thrusting. He arched his back and forced himself in as deep as he could, causing Ike to gasp and shudder. The mage was pleased, and so was Ike.
"Gah, do that again."
"Yes."
"Gods Soren! Haa."
"Mmm." Soren groaned as he ground himself balls deep into his lover. "Ike."
By now neither of them could hold out much longer, and grabbed Soren's hand to speed the stroking. His grip was too hard for the mage to break, not that he wanted to. "More Soren."
"Haa, oh- Nngh!" The mage had reached his limit. Before he could give Ike what he wanted, he ended up climaxing inside his lover. Despite being completely spent he tired his hardest to get his lover off. Though, all of his strength had left him, so Ike took charge and kept forcing his hips back while he stroked himself off. Soren was helplessly dragged along until the larger of the two can in Soren's hand. The mage used the last of his strength to pull out and collapse on the bed, with Ike flipping onto his back next to him. Apparently the commander had enough strength to haul Soren onto his chest, which got no objections from the mage. They laid together, catching their breath and coming down from their high. After a few seconds Ike wrapped his arms around Soren and kissed him lazily. Soren mustered up the energy to run his fingers though his commander's hair.
"So." Ike said finally. "What do you think? You like being on top?"
"I- well, it's always great when I'm with you." The mage said shyly. "I um, did I hurt you? Was it good for you?" Saying that was beyond embarrassing, but he had to know if he had pleased his partner.
Ike chucked and turned on his side, taking the tiny mage with him. "I'm fine." He said, gently kissing Soren's forehead. "It was good, I'm glad I got to know how it feels when I do this for you." Though, he did prefer being on top, but he wouldn't say that on the off chance that Soren wanted to do this again.
Soren just snuggled into his commander's chest. He'd be willing to do anything if Ike asked it of him. "You don't need to worry, as long as it's with you, it'll always be good." He took a shallow breath and prepared to say something embarrassing, "because I love you."
"I love you too." Ike said lazily. The two slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.
