YLISSIANS! Okay I'm sorry. There's literally no other way around it. I'M SORRY! I was so busy over summer. Mission trips. Volunteering. Summer school to get ahead and push classes out of the way. So much other crap. And then of course every week or so I get this cute little notification that says HEY PEOPLE ARE READING YOUR STUFF, UPDATE YOU IDIOT. Yes I know. I'm sorry. I know there are some of you that were with me when the first chapter just came out and you have waited all this time. I promise that my next update will hopefully come a little closer. Thank you to Rina-chan, JunjouVampire, and oblivion9032 for reviews. I actually didn't ever think this fanfic would even be found. ^^;;;; so thank you minna~ So to thank you, I put the lemon closer than planned? Gasp. Are some of you leaving? Well this is sorta a pwp. I mean. I guess it's kinda(not really) sorta(you don't have to read it) important. I mean it creates more angst. Wow that sounds so bad. Anyway I don't put up a red flag in the middle of my work because I feel like that just ruins the build-up so I'm going to let you know for everyone who doesn't want to read the lemon it's after the first page break and then until the end. Sorry. Thank you everyone. Promise the next chapter will come out soon. -VolpeSkyFire28
The moonlight filters in through the tent flap, gently gracing her rays on the shoulders of a child of the night, whose luminescent white hair mimicked her own palor. His pencil grazes the paper in soft strokes, outlining with love the sleeping face of the man before him. It would be apparent to anyone how much the tactician cared for the Exalt because every subtle trace and detail was thoughtfully ingrained into the sketch. Robin sighs softly as he turns his gaze towards the open tent flap, letting the soothing night breeze in rhythmically. The moon was still high in the sky, signaling the peak of the night but he still had yet to find sleep within him. Though he couldn't say he minded, for the chance to draw the unconscious figure so closely had not come by him for years. He shuts the sketchbook quietly and slips it into the king's satchel, intending it as a gift for him. It was the only sketchbook he had owned and the only one he would draw in again. Yes, it was true he had drawn on loose leaf papers but this was the first time he had ever drawn in a bound book simply for something other than to pass time and distract himself. Inside were all the drawings he had accumulated over the years as well as recent ones he had created with images of Lucina as well. Feeling the breeze graze the back of his neck, he knew. It was time.
For a while now, he had been contemplating the conflict of leaving but after being satisfied with one last picture, he had made his decision to go. Rising from his chair, he takes his coat off the hook and slips it on, wishing that he could simply rewind time and stop in the moment of this perfect night forever. It had been a mistake for him to come back in the first place. There were certain things time couldn't heal and this was one of them. No matter how much time passed, Chrom would be the Exalt, be married to a wife, seated on the throne until the day he drew his last breath. And that wasn't an experience Robin was fond of witnessing. It was best this way that he left with only the perfect image of his first love engraved into his mind. In that sense, Chrom would live on forever as a memoir than die as an illicit lover. His own selfish needs had forced him to walk back to the castle and now that he had retied the broken bonds, it was time for him to leave. The albino glances at the desk, covered with scattered maps and notations across them. They had already discussed the plans for the upcoming battles and he knew that the seasoned soldier would be fine without him. Working up his resolve, he lets his boots shuffle on the ground and moves to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Robin stops short and pauses at the entrance, hesitating slightly. Before him lay the open grass and pastures, calling out to his spirit. He had always been a wanderer and though it was a lonesome life, he would suffocate if he was to remain hidden in the shadows forever, imprisoned in his own guilt and never being able to touch the one he loved wholesomely. He wanted to have all of Chrom or none at all. Being in the middle ground was too painful and humiliating. Yet the way Chrom tugged at his heart strings, begging to be answered, didn't leave him with much of a choice anymore. He curses the Heavens for waking the man who had been slumbering just a few moments before. Robin hears the royal rise from the bed and grits his teeth, knowing he had to answer Chrom or run off. Still neither option seemed promising. He wished there was a way to make the Exalt understand his reasoning behind it all, knowing full well how adamant and stubborn the man could be. And though his heart fluttered at the fact that Chrom was being obstinate for him, it didn't change the fact that the tactician no longer belonged here. Not even the army wanted the albino anymore, blaming him for the deaths of their comrades in his absence.
"I asked you where you were going, Robin." Yet it doesn't come with impatience or anger, rather a smooth and gentle reminder as though Chrom was trying to relay delicate emotions to coax Robin into telling him the truth. Chrom knew the man had a habit of staying silent in times where he felt guilty, not daring to speak at all lest he tell the truth or lie. Robin breathes in sharply when the Exalt closes the distance between then and presses his body flushed to the other's back. The indigo breathes lightly, nuzzling the pale, unmarked neck, trailing kisses along it as if that would loosen Robin's tongue. "Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?" There is slight disappointment and hurt in the question and the albino can feel his resolve slipping further and further away as Chrom rests his chin on the other's shoulder. The silence only leads to more tension within the snow-haired man, as if time was trying to convince him to simply tell the royal the truth. He sighs, admitting that he should've known better than to attempt and best someone who always won over him whether it be in battle or love.
Robin turns reluctantly and nestles against Chrom's heated skin, hoping that his cool forehead didn't bother the taller too much. "I suppose I can't leave now, can I?" He closes his dark brown eyes and just listens to the drumming and lulling heartbeat, enjoying its rhythmic pattern. The timely beats reminded him that his lover was finally in front of him, breathing and alive, real and true. That after a long struggle, he had reunited to let his heart beat beside the other's yet... "I apologize. I just supposed it'd be easier if I left without a goodbye. However you, like always, thwarted my attempts." However he had to admit happiness that Chrom had stopped him, for he had not wanted to leave without a last kiss at least. He presses his lips softly to the collarbone and looks up into the deep midnight pools.
In spite of the fact that Robin had expected them to shine with a more placid and relaxed air given the seriousness of his tone earlier, they shimmer a dark and lustful navy blue. "If you try that again, I'll tie you up to the bed during the night so you can't leave. I don't expect you'd enjoy that would you, my little Robin. Trying to flit away like a bird, are you?" Chrom places a deep and slightly possessive kiss on the pale pink lips, nipping them for good measure. Taking a more tender tone, he murmurs, "I waited six years for you and I don't intend on waiting anymore. Do you understand? Every night I watched outside my window and every morning I waited by the door. I'm not letting you go." His arm curls around the lean waist, tugging the body towards his own and hanging onto it tightly as if anchoring Robin's soul to himself. He knew that Robin could leave and go like a spirit of the wind and this time he didn't desire to see the man slip through his fingers. "I awoke because I couldn't sense your presence beside me any longer."
"Hm?" The tactician vaguely remarks that this was a rarity for Chrom who was normally a deep and sound sleeper. Since when had he developed a habit of such shallow unconscious? He just told you himself he's been waiting all this time for you. Don't you think this amount of stress would keep anyone up for hours and cause them to develop such a routine? Look at all the trouble you've caused. Yet the warmth of the indigo's embrace is dissolving his better judgment quickly and soon the only thing on his mind is how secure and safe the arms are wrapped around him. Suddenly sharing the bed together seems to be the most inviting and tempting pleasure and the urgency of leaving has faded, sleep starting to fog his mind and his rationale. "Chrom let's head to bed. The battle is only in two moons," but the truth of the matter was that Robin wanted nothing more than to feel this breathing body asleep beside his own.
Chrom nips the fairer neck and murmurs heatedly, "I doubt we will get any sleep, Lieutenant. I have other plans in mind. And whether you agree to them or not, I intend to follow through with them. So don't you think it'd just be easier if you agreed to what I have in mind?" His hands begin to ride up the tactician's shirt, exposing the white skin to the light of the moon, making it seem to shimmer a silver color. "Join me in bed, Robin. I intend to reunite with you completely. How many nights I spent sleepless because you weren't in my bed, I cannot say. I only know I have watched many moons journey across the night sky." He leans in for another rough and raw kiss against the protesting lips.
The jacket falls to the floor in a crumpled mess but Robin gently pushes Chrom away, looking away to hide his flushed cheeks. "Are we even allowed to do this, My Liege?" He adds the formality to subtly remind them both that they had statuses to maintain and keep them apart. "The reason we split apart was because this was taboo and now we're going to engage in the same acts we swore to never commit again? Is it not enough I am in your bed? We now have a role to fulfill and we both know that it hangs over our heads like a death sentence. We mustn't break the status quo." When Chrom looks away, grinding his teeth, Robin lovingly caresses the man's chest. "I only say it with warning. Not to pain you, Chrom."
"That was before I realize that I had a thirst that only could be quenched from one well. And I damn well intend to drink from it." Chrom gives a soft growl and nuzzles Robin's neck, acting as though someone was trying to steal away his most treasured possession and he was seeking to mark it as his own once more. "Robin, I love you. I never quite believed in engaging in a forbidden affair but after pining for a love as strong as this one, I would easily forgive any of ancestors who committed such a thing. I didn't ever once try and claim that what we are doing is right but do you really intend to leave again and let us continue on our lives once more miserably and in agony? May the gods curse me for being so weak-willed but I am weak to you, Robin. Every waking thought is obsessively filled with you. And now that you're here it only fuels my love further. I can hardly hold back from touching my lover. My true lover. The one who stole my heart only to return and offer it back to me. Robin..."
The Grandmaster sighs, grimly looking at the King, pleading him to search for his usual unwavering rationale. "I still don't think its right, Milord. Even if we were man and woman, this kind of thing is rather..." The other remains stubbornly silent, unwilling to finish the sentence as though by ignoring it he was somehow denying the fact ever existed. He was adamant on the matter. Robin would be only his and that was where he would stand forever on the matter. For better or worse. "Chrom! Listen! I just think-"
Chrom heatedly kisses Robin silent, his hot breath coming out in between the kisses. His eyes begin to shimmer with a thin glazed viel of desire as he whispers, "Then just don't think..."
Robin gasps and bites his lip as he feels a heated, wet appendage trail itself up his member slowly, savoring every inch of it. He doesn't dare look down at the man before him doing such lewd things to his body. Yet despite having just told himself that when he steals a glance down at Chrom obediently and diligently, he doesn't at all regret it. The sight only pushes him ever closer to the edge as his eyes follow Chrom's pink tongue flick out over his pale skin before being replaced by the lips, waiting to devour and suckle across the hardening length. "Chrom! I... Please stop before-"
Chrom's deep chuckle only sends chills down his spine as Robin twists and turns in the sheets, desperately trying to break their contact. It was disgraceful to release into the Exalt's mouth. He simply wouldn't allow it. Though if this session was to go like any others from before, the indigo wouldn't stop until every drop had been squeezed out of the tactician. Chrom slips his finger inside the pink, twitching entrance once again into Robin, already having slicked it in oil, and is rewarded by the muffled yelp of surprise. Robin was loosening up but the king knew he would have to be gentle nonetheless. Not that he minded, since he would get the chance to cherish every inch of his lover. The only problem that with Robin already kindling a fire of lust in him, and it was quite possible he wouldn't be able to control himself. He plunges another finger inside of Robin, fingers curling and prodding for the special spot that could make Robin tip over the edge with hardly any effort at all, teasing and pressing on it slowly. "I cannot say which is more alluring," Chrom whispers in between licks, "you attempting to muffle your cries, or the sweet ones that slip through your clenched teeth."
Robin turns his head to the side and bites into the sheets, feeling the edge looming closer. Just then, the heat comes off his leaking length and Robin sighs in both disappointment and relief. Though when Chrom lies on his back and pulls the other on top of him, he flushes realizing which position the king had chosen for tonight. He shyly straddles the tanned waist, feeling over the chiseled muscles lightly with his fingers. They dance over every curve, edge, and groove, tracing the hard-earned muscles with affection. Yet when he begins to run across the thick scars and deep wounds, he realizes the cost as well. Finding new scars he had never seen here and there, Robin looks away in shame, wondering how many battles Chrom had been injured without him by his side. Maybe if he had been there and not run like a coward, several of these wounds would not be there. How many times had he almost lost Chrom to the sword of a Plegian or Risen?
The Exalt props himself up on his elbows and gently tilts Robin's chin towards him so that they can look at one another eye-to-eye. "I know what you are thinking, my foolish little tactician. But the past is the past. These are not your fault. The job of a Shepard was never meant to be easy. It only matters that you stand beside me now." He softly runs his thumb over the pale skin of the albino's cheeks.
Robin begins to push the royal back down, his cheeks blazing a rosy pink palor. "Are we going to continue, Sire?" He didn't know why he was blushing like a girl waiting to give her chastity to her first man, but the intimacy of it all was making him more timid than usual. He runs his fingers over Chrom's chest again as if to reassure himself that this man was in front of him before grabbing the oil and dipping his fingers in it.
Chrom's pupils dilate with lust and he watches intensely as Robin hesitantly pokes a slicked finger into himself to check for a last time. He lightly takes the other's length, running his lathered fingers over it to cover it in oil before starting to let the swollen head press at his entrance. Slowly he takes in the length, inching down as he feels it fill him and stretch him from rim to rim, the sensation of it all filling his head. It slides into him smoothly until he reaches mid-way down, finding it hard to continue any further on his own. Chrom's breaths come a little short and fast as he watches the albino rock his hips back and forth slightly, still attempting to ease his way down. His quivering hands grip Robin's sides and he lifts him up a few inches before pushing him back down. "I... can't wait... any longer... we'll just start shallow," he breathes out.
Robin clacks shut his jaw, realizing that it had been gaping open lewdly this entire time. However Chrom chuckles lowly and pries it open again, gazing at the pink tongue salivating ever so slightly. "Leave it." The command is not expressed sharply but it still sends chills up Robin's body and pools at his member, causing it to perk up again. The calloused fingers run down Robin's own bare chest, the rough texture causing sinfully pleasurable sensations when they ran over the sensitive nipples. The child of Grima bites his tongue, certain that the fell dragon would be able to hear his immoral cries. The king continues to run his hands down, tracing the soft lines along Robin's hips that would lead to his length but instead of reaching for it as he normally would, he continues to circle around, getting painfully close but never quite making contact. Robin whines slightly in frustration before stopping his complaint mid-breath, realizing just how desperate he sounded. Though still eager to earn his reward, he rocks his hips faster causing Chrom to grit his teeth at the delicious sensations shooting all the way down to his toes. In retaliation, Chrom starts to spread open the silvery legs. "Spread them, Robin. I want to engrave every inch of this body into my mind."
Robin opens his legs shyly as Chrom watches his twitching, pale member. Eager to get the attention off of his length, he shakily puts his hands on Chrom's chest and begins to thrust his hips, moving them up and down to get the friction they both so desired. Chrom arcs back, moaning as Robin clenches tightly around him unconsciously. He could hardly stand the tight wet ring of muscle squeezing his length so sinfully. When he cracks his eyes open, he finds Robin with his mouth open lewdly and a clear trail of saliva running from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, and even down his neck. His eyes are clenched tight and it is apparent he is concentrating hard to keep moving. Bit by bit, Chrom delves in deeper with each rock of Robin's hips, each thrust sending him even further into the wet heat. The indigo can't tell if it because they are committing a forbidden act or if simply being with the one you truly loved was heightening the pleasure, but both of them were fighting to keep their cries within the confines of the tent.
The brown eyes are gazing intensely at Chrom now, half-lidded and glazed over with desire and passion. Robin leans in a bit forward, thrusting deeply now, taking Chrom to the hilt before pulling out a few centimeters from the tip and pushing it back in again. With eyes glowing like a tiger ensnaring its prey, he enraptures Chrom who cannot take his eyes away from the alluring angel before him, body almost alight with a white gleam. He throws his head back, his white hair flying back in all its silvery glory and leans back, placing one hand on the bed to help balance himself. His cheeks only become a darker crimson as he sees the midnight eyes boring into him, intensifying the sensations escalating up his body. The royal pants softly, unable to take his eyes off the erotic body before him, writhing and moving with fluidity. He nearly releases seeing Robin scrunch his face in pleasure, little creases climbing up the bridge of his nose. Robin...
There are no words throughout the night but none are needed for the simple touches and caresses, their movements and gazes, their closeness and intimacy speak it all. Speak the stories of the six years before their bodies reunited. Only the slick sound of skin on skin can be heard from the bed, but the air is thick with emotion and ecstasy, not only from their pleasurable movements, but from the bliss of being together as one on that night. The last night they would spend scrambling for the twinkling shards of their hearts, dust of their souls, the pieces of their love. The very last night...
Hot? Yes no? Yes? Oh the next chapters will be my favorite which will hopefully instill me with motivation to finish it faster. We'll see. And I promise the next one actually moves the plot along. Until next time. -Volpe out~
