This took to long to write ;. Thats a bad on my part, sorry guys.

Anyways. LEMON! I wonder how much more the readership on this is going to skyrocket now ;.... you should have seen it after the rape scene in Aimaru. Anyways, I know you guys want one ;P.

I feel like Im forgetting something.... but I cant remember what I forgot. So, REVIEW. NAO. DO IT.... please? ;~;

"How's your arm?"

"The pain's almost completely gone. Any luck with the compass?"

"No, I swear that thing is broken, No matter which way we're heading, it never points north. I was using the sun… until these clouds came in."

A sigh. "…"

"Soren?"

"I'm fine Ike. How are we on food?"

"We have enough."

"Enough for how long?"

"Enough to make it back home."

"Considering we figure out which way is north."

"… yeah."

This was not the first time they had had this conversation. It had been three days… or wait… maybe it had been more? Since the sun had been hidden by thick grey clouds Soren had begun to lose sense of time. Not to mention the fact that he had been stuck in bed for a few days after the attack. Those days had been lonely and Ikeless, though the mage would never admit as such.

More recently he had taken to wandering the deck, or simply staying by Ike's side. Just the other night he had fallen asleep in the swordsman's arms under the stars. It was nice, he had to admit; and it almost made him glad that they were here now.

The boat shook and as the anchor dropped for another night, how many days had it been? The fact that he couldn't remember bothered Soren to no end. Normally he had every little detail thought out, now he couldn't even remember what day it was! An annoyed sigh left his thin lips, his hand propping up his chin as he stared out at the sunset sky. He heard footsteps, and then felt arms wrap around his waist from behind. His head turned as if to protest, but he said nothing, eyes meeting with Ike's for only a moment before turning back to the sky.

"Lets go to bed," Ike said suddenly.

For a moment Soren's face showed confusion, "It's not very late."

"I know, but you still need to heal-"

"I assure you, Im fine. My arm only pangs a little, and only when I move it too much. You worry too much."

Ike was silent for a moment. "I love you, you know that."

A smile touched the mage's lips, "Yes; and you know I feel the same."

"Then come on," Suddenly Soren realized he was airborne, and being tossed over Ike's shoulder.

"W-what are you doing?!" He protested, "Let me down this instant! Ike!" But Ike didn't respond, carrying him away. Another moment of confusion took Soren's features as he realized that Ike wasn't taking him to the cabin, but to the captain's quarters. He looked around as Ike carried him in, having not seen this room since that horrible day. It was clean now, as if blood had not once covered the floor and walls; Ike must have spent some time on this room while Soren recovered. The broken furniture had been discarded, leaving the room looking rather empty with only a few items. And inaudible gasp escaped the mage's parted lips as he was dropped down, feeling the softness of a bed under him. He looked to his side, eyes quickly scanning the large bed that had been the captian's. It was much nicer than the cots he and Ike had been using, but Soren didn't really care.

The bed shifted with the weight of another person, and Soren looked up in surprise as Ike climbed over him. He could feel himself trapped between the bed and Ike, unable to move away…. Yet somehow he liked it. A knowing glimmer filled his optics. "You didn't want to sleep."

"I never said anything about sleeping," Ike grinned mischievously, a hand reaching up and stroking Soren's hair lightly.

"Ike," his hand was placed over the swordsman's, his eyes closing as he tried to think logically about this. However, there was no real logic to what Ike wanted… and what Soren wanted too. He wanted to say the right thing.

The smile fell from Ike's face, "Soren, we don't have to-"

"No." His eyes opened again. "I want this. I've always wanted this."

With the mage's go ahead Ike's fingers began to hastily work to undo Soren's robes. He fumbled, brow creasing in annoyance as he tried to figure the intricate cloth out. A soft chuckle left Soren as he watched this, reaching down and undoing the robe for Ike. With that done Ike pulled the robe open, revealing Soren's bare chest. He slipped it off of the mage's shoulders and out from underneath him, tossing it onto the floor. Next came the other's shoes, and then his pants, sliding off easily and falling to the ground with the everything else, leaving Soren naked underneath Ike.

A blush rose to his cheeks as he realized this, his eyes widening in shock as he realized he was blushing. The mage looked away, trying to quell the blood that had rushed to his face. He heard Ike chuckle and looked up to see that the swordsman was pulling off his cape and armor. His amber eyes couldn't look away as Ike's shirt came off, revealing his muscular chest. A hand went up and touched the biceps, tracing them with his fingers.

For a moment Ike's eyes closed at Soren's touch, his skin tingling where the mage's fingers traced. Sapphire optics opened again, his head bobbing down to catch Soren's lips in a passionate kiss as he pulled down his own pants, tossing them aside with no regard as to where they fell. He pulled away from the kiss, saliva linking them together. The thin strand of spit broke and fell across Soren's chest, but Ike bent down and licked it away. The mage moaned slightly, his hands clenching onto the sheets below him. "A-ahh, Ike…"

Ike looked up, "You're beautiful, Soren."

The mage's mouth opened to say something smart in retort, but no words left his lips. He couldn't think of anything to say; that defiantly wasn't like him. Ike's actions were leaving him speechless and breathless, and as much as it bothered him, he didn't want it to stop. A hand was slipped under his back, lifting him away from the bed to give Ike room to reach under and finger at his entrance. "Ahh~ I-Ike!" The mage gripped onto the other's shoulders.

Ike watched Soren's expression carefully, ready to stop at any moment if he thought the mage wanted him too. They had known eachother for so many years now, Ike had learned to read Soren's face, even though he tried to hide his emotions most of the time. But right now he didn't need that skill; Soren wasn't hiding anything, even if he was trying to.

Two fingers stretched the virgin hole, receiving many grunts and moans from the mage underneath him. He added a third finger, digging in as deeply as he could, and stretching the walls in preparation. He could feel Soren's member grow hard against his stomach as he continued his work, the sounds emitting from the other enough to make Ike grow hard as well. He pulled his fingers free, bringing them up to his mouth and spitting on his hand, rubbing it along his aching member. He lifted Soren's legs and positioned himself at the opening. "Are you ready?"

Soren nodded, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "Y-yes… Ike."

"It's going to hurt," he warned, his face worried.

"I know… g-go…"

Ike nodded, shoving himself in slowly. He stopped halfway as Soren screamed out in pain, his muscles clamping around Ike's member to try to stop him from going any further. Tears poured from his cheeks as the feeling of being ripped apart ran through his nerves. Ike leaned over and kissed away his tears, whispering gentle 'shh's.

After a few moments the mage's body relaxed a little, getting used to Ike's size. "…Keep going," he asked between gasped breaths. The pain had dulled down more, to a manageable dull; but as soon as Ike slid in the rest of the way the pain returned at full force, bringing about another scream of immense pain. Ike paused once more, but Soren shook his head, "D-don't stop Ike…"

With a nod of his head the other male began to pump his hips, pulling himself out and sliding back in. He went at a slow, even pace, his lips and tongue crashing against the mage's. Every moment sent another wave of pain through Soren's body, his screaming interrupted only by Ike's kisses. Her wrapped his arms around the swordsman's neck and held on as if for dear life, waiting for the pleasure he knew would come.

Chocked back moans were escaping Ike, his face flush with the pleasure he knew Soren wasn't feeling. To be honest, he felt bad about it, but he continued his rytmic thrusts, knowing that eventually the pain would subside and give way to blissful pleasure. Sure enough, the screams of the mage underneath him were turning from painful shrieks to blissful pleasure. "A-ahh~ I-Ike! IKE!" Soren screamed out his lovers name, his eyes half-lidded and staring up at the swordsman. "Ahh, f-faster, Ike. Faster…"

Ike complied with the mage's wishes, his thrusts speeding up to the point in which he was pounding into the other, shifting to try and hit his prostate. He listened for the scream of pleasure that marked his success in finding it, and then aimed for that same sweet spot with every thrust.

Soren was in absolute bliss. Saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth, his face flush and screwed up in pleasure. He screamed and moaned Ike's name over and over, digging his thin nails into the other's back. Goddess he was big, everything about him was big. And Soren loved it, he pulled himself closer to Ike, thrust his hips in rhythm with him, gave himself to the blissful pleasure. He moaned lously as he felt Ike's large hand wrap around him member and begin to pump it. "Ahh~ O-ohh~ Ike… Ike~" He could hear what he thought was his name escaping Ike's perfect lips, but his head was filled with far to much pleasure to make anything out clearly.

He screamed as his member pulsed painfully, begging for release. He gave into it with a scream, his warm seed spewing over Ike's hand and both of their chests. He sighed in exhaustion, but didn't get a chance to relax until a few thrusts later when Ike too climaxed, filling Soren with sticky whiteness. He felt Ike's member pull out of him, and then the bed shifted and creaked in protest as the muscular swordsman collapsed on the bed next to him. "H-hhaaa…haa…" The mage shifted his body to face the other, wincing at the pain and as he felt semen leak from his entrance.

Ike was smiling, a hand reaching up and pushing an ebony lock of hair out of his lover's eyes. "Soren, I love you."

"I….. I love you too, Ike."

He pulled himself closer, letting Ike's arm's envelope him in a close hold. He felt safe in those arms, against Ike's bare chest. He head rested on it softly, listening to the swordsman's heartbeat.

"I love you…"