Something I was asked to do, that I linked to my other crack fics for Soren and Shinon. Yay crack! This is StefanxIke.

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Stefan's emerald eyes burned with anger, as he strode quickly back to the camp. The glimmering green of his irises were angry and intense - and, like their colour, envious.

"General" said Stefan, loudly, before striding straight into Ike's tent. Ike turned to face him.

"What's the problem, Stefan?"

"The problem is Shinon. Shinon and Soren. They're...they're curled up together in the forest! Did you know they had a relationship?"

Ike stared. "No...I wasn't aware...Stefan, you look...you look angry."

Stefan realised that he probably did.

"Do you...Do you have a thing for Soren?" Ike asked him tentatively.

Stefan looked away. His silence was all Ike needed.

"You...do, huh? I..."

Stefan looked at him. "General...?"

Ike was walking towards him slowly. "If...If you love Soren...does that mean there's no room in your heart for anyone else?"

Stefan stared. "General...What are you getting at?"

"Please" murmured Ike. He reached Stefan and looked up into those beautiful green eyes. Then, he nervously ran a hand over Stefan's chest, and reached up, kissing Stefan gently on the lips. "Call me Ike."

-----continuation, at the request of Gerbil-----

"I- I c-couldn't...I couldn't p-possibly" Stefan's breath was coming fast and quick, partly from nervousness, partly from the thudding of his heart, the passion he felt.

Ike simply looked up into his eyes, and Stefan swallowed hard. His commander looked so cute, he thought, staring up at him with those deep blue eyes. Stefan couldn't help himself, then. He ran his tanned, slender fingers over Ike's jaw, stroking his perfect lips gently with his thumb. The two stared at each other, that new-found passion burning inside their hearts. In each set of eyes, the man standing in front of them looked different. Suddenly Ike's scruffy blue hair looked strokable and something that begged to be touched, those blue eyes so deep that the swordsmaster felt he could drown in them. The texture of Stefan's dark, weather-beaten skin was amazing, rough and interesting to explore with shy, nervous fingertips.

They pulled each other close, running hands over each other's backs and shoulders. They were nervous, to be sure, leaning in to share their second kiss. The second kiss wasn't so fleeting, so brief. It seemed to last for an eternity, but didn't seem to last nearly long enough. Ike's worry that the tent flap wasn't tied shut and anybody could walk in, vanished when their lips touched, along with Stefan's worry about his hands and whether they were too rough and calloused for Ike's taste.

Indeed, all thoughts vanished, both of them concentrating on the moment, yet there was a strange lack of concentration. The kiss was just there, it had taken over their minds to the point that neither of them knew what they were doing, and yet knew exactly what they were doing at the same moment.

They lost themselves in each other's touch, feeling the moist, warm touch of each other's tongues and caressing lips, the sweet warmth of each other's mouths. It was bliss.