wasnt supposed to have another part but people keep following so ? ? heres another part aw yeaaa
now rated m bc theres a severe lack of chrobin smut in the world smh


Rumors somehow spread about how Chrom had finally stolen the heart of the girl he was trying to impress, and he suddenly found himself with a much bigger problem. The Shepherds, predictably, took the duty upon themselves to help Chrom however they could. In this case, it meant them coming to him with advice on how to charm his girl into his bed.

"Chrom!"

The commander looked up from the book he was reading (courtesy of Robin) and nearly groaned. Inigo stood at the entrance to his tent with a mischievous grin.

"If you've come to give me advice of some sort, I don't want to hear it."

"Oh, but you do. I'm somewhat of a master when it comes to romance, as I'm sure you know."

As far as he did know, the farthest Inigo had gotten from a girl was a slap in the face.

"Er, really, no thanks. I think I'm okay without it."

The brunette ignored him completely, crossing his arms. "Well, the ladies love romantic gestures, right? Take her on a moonlit stroll in the woods, then, as you walk her back to camp, charm her with your suave words and sweep her off her feet, right into your tent. She'll be so impressed that she'll have no choice but to share your bed!"

Chrom stared at the man for a very long time. Inigo didn't seem to notice. He just nodded determinedly with that shit-eating grin before turning on his heel, waggling his fingers, and making what he probably hoped was a dramatic exit.

The commander sighed and dropped his head into his hands. Something needed to be done about this.

...

While he was busy not following Inigo's advice, Ricken popped his head into his tent. Chrom stared him down with narrowed eyes and the mage at least had the decency to look uncomfortable.

"Aren't you a bit young to be involved in this sort of thing?"

The discomfort melted into annoyance as Ricken bristled. "Don't talk down to me! I'm almost as old as the other Shepherds!"

Chrom snorted and shook his head. "Leave, Ricken." The younger boy's face fell so Chrom hesitated. "Okay, alright, enough with the face, what did you want?"

"I can help too, you know! I took Lissa out on a picnic once and-" He cut himself off at the grimace that twisted Chrom's lips at the mention of his sister. "Well, anyway, picnics are really romantic. Um, I'll be going," Ricken squeaked out before turning tail and fleeing.

Chrom watched his tent flap swing shut speculatively before standing and marching out into the camp.

No more than an hour later, he was tugging a complaining Robin towards a grassy hill, a basket of food in hand.

"Chrom, I was reviewing very important battle strategies in the likely case the camp is attacked. Where are you taking me?"

Hopefully right here on the ground or maybe against a tree, came the dirtier side of Chrom's mind and he had to fight back the flush that threatened to crawl across his face.

"We aren't at war anymore, Robin," he said, looking at his tactician with a fond smile. "Besides, you deserve a day off." The blonde grumbled. Chrom rolled his eyes and pulled him along, threading his fingers through Robin's.

The upward slope they were climbing evened out into a large meadow. Sunlight filtered through the trees they still stood under and reflected off the flowers covering the meadow in a dazzling display of color.

Robin breathed in sharply next to him, taking in the sight with an awed silence.

"Come on," Chrom murmured, leading him forward into the sun. They settled down on the ground in a spot surrounded by a circle of flora and the commander started unpacking the basket he brought. "Remember the flowers I brought you?"

Robin nodded with a smile. "My tent still smells of them; thanks, by the way."

"This is where I got them from." He edged closer to the other and Robin grinned, allowing Chrom to slip an arm around him.

"What are we doing here, Chrom? Really?"

"Having lunch," he answered, leaning forward to press his nose into Robin's neck.

"Oh, really. Lunch."

"I didn't say what kind of lunch," he mouthed against soft skin. With a gentle laugh, Robin pulled Chrom's face up and slotted his mouth against the other's. His lips parted easily when Chrom ran his tongue across them and he allowed the muscle to explore his mouth.

It was new to them, the kissing and touching. They'd always been close (closer than they should have been, maybe), they would hug and give friendly pats on the back and it wasn't a big deal; it was just how things were between them. It was only a little different now.

He had Robin on his back in the grass, hovering over him with a smile, shading the body under him with his own.

The basket of food lay unforgotten and neither of them cared.

...

"You know I don't give a damn about who's sleeping in whose bed," Sully said to him before stabbing through a Risen with her lance.

"Thanks," Chrom answered with a roll of his eyes. "I'm really tired of everyone-"

"But hell," she cut him off with a grin. "Couldn't help but join the party."

"Sully, no." He grunted as an enemy axe nicked his shoulder, his own weapon swiftly cutting the Risen down.

"You know, I'm a woman."

"I hadn't noticed."

"I know what we like, unlike most of those clueless men in our ranks. Give her room, yeah? Don't take charge and make her feel like a damn piece of property."

Chrom paused. "That's-that's actually sensible."

"Duh." She snorted. Her horse did too. "What'd you expect, some bullshit malarky about showing off and forcing her to bed? Come on, Chrom, I expected better from you." She took off with a wave before Chrom could respond.

...

"I don't own you."

Robin stared at him with a startled look. "I'm sorry?"

"I mean, you're not a possession. You don't belong to me."

Dark eyes closed and when they opened again, they were warm with understanding. "I may not be your property," he started, putting his hand over Chrom's. "But I am yours."

...

When Virion sauntered over to him in the mess hall, he actually groaned.

"Go away."

"My, my," the sniper smirked. "How rude. I've only come to grace you with my flawless advice to capture your young maiden's heart and soul."

"Not interested, so if you'll be so kind as to leave me to my dinner in peace, I'd appreciate it."

Virion did exactly the opposite, gracefully taking a seat between him and Libra. "Ah, hello, sweet Libra," he greeted, ignoring how the man grimaced before turning his attention back to Chrom. "Dear commander, what you must do is compose a meaningful sonnet to convey your emotions. As quite a renowned poet myself, I could help you come up with one that's in the very least...presentable."

"As he said, I don't think he's interested, Virion," came Libra's voice from beside them. Chrom shot him a grateful look and took his chance to escape when Virion turned to the man with a retort on his tongue.

...

Chrom stared down at the slip of parchment in his hands for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. He bit his lip and nodded, setting off to find his tactician.

He found him, unsurprisingly, reading yet another tome in his tent, sitting cross-legged on his cot.

"Hi, Chrom," he greeted without looking up from his reading. Chrom wandered over to him, taking a seat in front of him on the bed. The blonde looked up at him with a smile.

"Er, I'm...I have something to tell you." Brown eyes watched him expectantly, so Chrom cleared his throat and read from his parchment. "Roses are red, violets are blue, carnations are pink and sometimes white, like your hair. Your eyes are like dead flowers, and your skin like the snow that kills them."

Robin stared at him for a very long time. Chrom squirmed under the intensity of it.

And then Robin snorted, and then he chuckled, and then he was gasping for air through his laughter.

"It-it's not that funny, Robin!"

The tactician looked at him, his laughter paused, before doubling over, his shoulders trembling, and Chrom couldn't help but laugh with him.

...

Lissa came into his tent that night along with an air of knowing.

"If you so much as mention Ricken, something very bad is going to happen."

She glanced away with a sheepish look, twisting her hands together and giggling. "Oh, come on, Chrom. I'm a grown woman."

"You're my little sister."

She glared at him, puffing out her cheeks. "I'm not here to talk about me and Ricken, I'm here to talk about you and Robin." Chrom started, staring at her with wide eyes. She laughed. "You can't seriously think I didn't know."

"I guess I should've expected it. You're too bright for your own good," he sighed in defeat. Of course Lissa would have figured it out. "Well, let's hear it, then."

"Have you tried telling him your feelings?"

Blue eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting that, of all things.

Or maybe he was, he thought. It was Lissa, after all.

"O-of course I have."

"Oh, really," she said with narrowed eyes. "Realllly."

"Well, sort of! He already knows how much he means to me, what else do I need to say?"

Lissa rolled her eyes. "Uh, that you love him?" Chrom flinched at the 'L' word and it didn't escape her attention. "Oh, stop that. It's so obvious that you do."

Standing up, Chrom steered her out of his tent. "Good night, Lissa," he ground out from gritted teeth.

"Hey," she whined, even after he let the tent flap close. "If you don't tell him, I will!"

"Good night."

She giggled and stuck her head back into the tent. "Night, Chrom. And I'm serious, I really will."

She was gone before Chrom could say he knew she would.

He stood there in silence for what must have been an hour before clenching his jaw and sweeping out of the tent with determination. Stalking towards Robin's tent, he sidestepped Vaike, who tried following him until Chrom told him to kindly piss off.

When he barged into Robin's tent, the man had his back to him. He was shirtless. And in the process of shimmying out of his pants.

He turned on his heel and stared at Chrom with wide eyes and a crimson face.

"Chrom?" The commander stalked forward, closing in on the him. "C-Chrom?" With no where else to go, Robin faltered back until the back of his knees hit the bed and he stumbled on top of it. He balanced himself on his elbows, looking up at Chrom much like prey would to its predator.

Chrom continued advancing until he was standing between the other's legs, watching him. "Robin," he breathed, reaching forward and placing his hand against Robin's cheek, thumb stroking the skin. The other man laid paralyzed before he relaxed into the touch.

"What do you need?" He murmured, placing his hand over Chrom's.

"You."

And then he was on top of Robin, mouths clashing and teeth clacking and all gentleness from before forgotten.

Chrom tore away first, burying his face in Robin's neck. "Need to tell you," he panted, nibbling at Robin's jaw before pulling up and pressing their foreheads together. Blue eyes stared into brown, dark with affection and arousal. "I love you, Robin, gods but I love you."

Robin sucked in a breath and his pupils dilated even further, his eyes molten. He arched his back to press against Chrom, and his lips said more than words ever could.

Chrom's hand slipped from Robin's face down to his chest, marking the contour of his body as he dragged his nails over the skin. "Yours," Robin whispered in between kisses, "I'm yours."

Chrom smiled against his lips. "And I'm yours." Pushing Robin's body flat against the bed and sitting up, he tugged his cape and shirt off, thanking the gods he had chosen not to wear his armor that day.

His tactician watched him with eyes like a hawk, following his every move. But then he faltered and glanced away. "Are we-"

Chrom froze with his shirt halfway off his chest. "Do-do you want to? It's not too soon, is it?"

Hearing the hesitation in Chrom's voice seemed to reassure him and he relaxed again, smiling. "No, no. I want to."

And just like that, Chrom's tunic was on the ground and he was back on Robin, pressing their bare chests together and shuddering together. Unable to reach his face, Robin latched onto his neck, easily finding his pulse and biting down.

Chrom groaned. Robin hummed and rocked his hips up against the other's, and they both froze from the sensation.

"Gods," Chrom choked out, "Have you done this before?"

"I don't think so," he answered, just as quiet. The words sent a pulse of heat through Chrom and the hunger in the pit of his stomach stretched its gaping jaws. Slowly, his hand slid down Robin's stomach, down his thigh, to the hem of his pants (and they were still down around his knees). He pushed them the rest of the way down and did the same with Robin's smallclothes.

He took a long moment to study his tactician's body; slim muscles and pale skin and a flushed face that he assumed didn't look too different from his own.

Robin smirked and arched his back before tugging at Chrom's pants. "These need to come off, I would think."

Chrom laughed and complied, sliding out them. "It might help." Robin pulled him back down and they were a clash of skin and lips and heat. Robin was pressed against his hip, impossibly hot; Chrom could say the same for himself, and they were gasping for breath by the time Chrom's hand found what it was looking for between their legs.

With a sharp intake of breath, he had both of them in his fist and pumped. A soft whine slipped from Robin's mouth and the sound was utterly delectable; Chrom told him as much and the blush that flooded his face was so, so worth it (even when Robin came after him with a Thoron tome for it later).

Chrom pulled away just enough to spit onto his hand and shrugged apologetically at Robin's grimace. They didn't have anything else aside from a vulnerary, and Chrom doubted Robin would let them waste it for something like this.

Bending down to press a kiss against his hip, Chrom's fingers crept to the others arse, giving it a warning squeeze before slipping a finger inside Robin. The tactician winced and Chrom immediately hesitated.

"Does it hurt? Do you want to stop?"

"No, no...it's—strange," Robin mumbled, fingers curling at his side.

Reassured, Chrom set to stretching him before kissing Robin's hip again and adding another finger, and then a third. The blonde sucked in a sharp breath and clenched his eyes shut; Chrom noticed and kissed a path up his stomach, the skin under his lips trembling.

Something nudged his chin, reminding him of Robin's withering arousal. He smiled up at the man before taking the tip into his mouth. It twitched, Robin gasped, and Chrom decided it was an accomplishment. Fingers threaded into his hair, tight and quivering, and Chrom let them guide him further down the shaft until his nose was pressed against Robin's skin.

Gripping his waist with his free hand, Chrom bobbed his head and bit back a grin when it coaxed a soft groan out of Robin. He pulled away with a wet pop after a moment, staring up into clouded dark eyes. Robin pulled him up into a harsh kiss and he could probably taste himself on Chrom's tongue and neither cared because it was perfect.

"I'm—I'm going to," Chrom breathed, and Robin nodded in understanding. The commander pulled away and hitched Robin's legs up, aligning himself before pushing in and if he were any less of a man, he would have been finished right then and there.

A pained groan pulled him out of his bliss-induced stupor and he looked down at Robin, hands clenched into fists and biting his lip hard enough that it split the skin. Chrom gingerly pulled his bottom lip away from his teeth and brushed his thumb over the bleeding cut. "Sorry," he murmured, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to-"

"I know," Robin bit out, reaching up to dig his fingers into Chrom's shoulders. "It's okay, it's just..." He trailed off, but Chrom understood. "Just—move."

More than happy to oblige, he moved, gently so as not to hurt his tactician any further. He was ashamed he had to fist the sheets under his hands just to keep from plunging the rest of the way in, but it felt so good.

"Gods, Robin," he choked out, leaning forward to kiss the other, over and over until neither could breathe properly anymore. "Gods."

Nails scraped at his back, pulling him closer, deeper, and then he was fully sheathed in Robin and they were pressed together from the leg to the neck. Unable to hold back, he withdrew before shoving back in with a groan. Robin took in a shaky breath, body trembling and fingers digging deeper into Chrom's skin. "Gods," he mumbled, breath hitching. "Do—do that again."

Chrom did and Robin groaned, a smooth, velvety sound that Chrom wouldn't mind hearing more.

Robin leaned up to press his lips back against the other's, nipping at Chrom's lip and slipping his tongue in. He hummed, groping blindly with one hand to find Chrom's on the sheets. Robin tugged both below his stomach and together, they wrapped their fingers around his cock and pumped, slicking the shaft with the precome that leaked from the tip.

Their hands moved in harmony with Chrom's thrusts and it didn't take long before Robin tightened around him, body arching off the bed and spurting against their stomachs. The heat pushed Chrom over the edge and he gave one final push before he was finished, deep in Robin' with their foreheads together.

Gasping for breath, he kissed Robin once, twice. They were both smiling.

Chrom pulled out after a moment and Robin grimaced at the feeling. They collapsed back onto the bed together and Chrom knew he was probably crushing half of Robin, but he was too exhausted to move, still basking in the warm glow of the aftermath.

"Chrom," came Robin's soft voice from somewhere beneath him. Chrom hummed. "I love you."

Summoning all his energy, Chrom rose his head to stare at his tactician, eyes wide. They fell half-lidded as he smiled, gentle and warm and loving. "I love you," he whispered back, wrapping his arms around Robin with only one thought on his mind.

I love you.