Title: To The Victor Goes The Spoils
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren, Aimee
Word count: 633
Author's note: FE kink meme: Soren looking smug in nothing but Ike's tunic after obviously having ahem a fun time last night. The summary here should be "Soren is a bitch to Aimee, and in general."
The sun hadn't even come up when their dreamless sleep was broken by the somewhat shrill sound of a very familiar shopgirl outside the tent.
"Oh hero...hero mine...Ikey-poo?"
"Not again...can't that woman let me sleep?" Ike buried his head under the pillows. "...can't someone go make her go away or something?" Ike muttered sleepily.
"Oh, I will," Soren said. He climbed out of their shared bedroll. Ike's blue tunic lay crumpled on the floor. On Soren, it looked more like a robe, and went almost to his ankles. The top was loose, and a great deal of his neck, now covered in tiny bruises.
"Yes?" Soren said.
"Oh, ew...Soren, I wasn't expecting you here." She took note of his attire, his unbrushed hair, the unmistakable love bites at his throat, and the fact that he was wearing Ike's tunic.
"You!" She hissed. "You...you seduced him! You gave him love potion, you–"
"Did none of the kind," Soren said calmly. "And I see you had something to tell Ike in..that."
He looked critically at the dress she was wearing. It had so many slits it looked like she'd been mauled by one of the cat laguz.
She twirled a black curl in her fingers. "We had many things to discuss. He wanted me here, you know," she said casually.
"I'm sure. He's busy. You can call back later in the daylight," Soren said, stressing the last syllables.
"Oh I'll visit him. When you're away and when you're busy, and he'll fall to my charms yet," she said, her voice taking a catty tone.
She was so foolish. She said it like he ever let Ike out of his thoughts, like he hadn't warded him and snuck secret talismans and guarded every bite of his food from love potions. She said it like Soren ever let his guard down when it came to Ike's safety.
"Surely. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend with Ike."
"Pah! What kind of business could you have in the early morning in his tent?"
Soren simply smirked so triumphant that his meaning no longer escaped her.
"This isn't the end, Soren. You may have won this battle, but I will win the war. I'm older, wiser, and have womanly charms you couldn't even dream of having," she hissed. "This isn't over!"
Soren however, was much more adept at winning wars and strategies than her, even if they had never been in affairs of the heart. He did not separate heart matters and matters of the battlefield, and approached them with equal caution. Soren knew a threat when he saw one. He also knew that womanly charms did not affect Ike in the least. Soren closed the tent door behind him, and stepped in, careful to not overturn the lamp that Ike was always leaving out, no matter how many times Soren warned him. He displaced the covers and climbed up on top of Ike.
"Mnng?" Ike said.
Soren opened up the tunic. In the wan light, his pale skin was revealed. He leaned down over Ike, his hair falling down, dark and thick over Ike's chest.
"I see you chased her away."
Soren smirked. "To the victor go the spoils."
"I'm a prize now?" Ike said, now considerably more awake.
"You're mine and that's all that matters," Soren said.
Soren leaned down to make a few marks of his own.