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This series is essentially plotless smut from here onward. Just a bunch of smut drabbles involving Shulk with various Smashers (Robin included). The actual romance and fluff and relationship-establishing was back in Part 1 (Shulk Gets Wrecked - Robin).

Ps. Shulk asked very politely for all of these scenarios (which is an adorable scenario to imagine in its own right).

Ike's big hands slid across Shulk's skin, pushing his turtleneck up to his chest. His arms were wrapped around Shulk's torso, reaching from where he stood behind him, pressing his muscled body against the comparatively smaller boy's back. He had to lean down to breathe hotly over Shulk's ear, and could feel under his hands the goosebumps that raised as a result.

"Your body is so unlike Marth's," Ike said, his voice nothing more than low gravel when gripped with lust like this.

"Marth?" Shulk questioned, letting Ike pull his body backward into a bear hug. He tried perking his backside up, attempting to grind against Ike's erection, but the truth of the matter was that the height difference between them was too great, and his hips only pressed into leg. No, the small of his back was in line with Ike's crotch instead, the curve of his spine making contact difficult. Ike's hand slid from Shulk's chest to his stomach, where his wide reach nearly covered his entire abdomen, and pushed. Shulk felt Ike's huge, hard member press against his back, smiling at the sound of the other man's grunt.

"Marth is... slender and beautiful. Often, I feel that he is a flower, and someone like me has no business even touching him." Shulk was surprised to hear Ike wax poetic, but moved along with him as he ground against his back again. "You are different. Stronger. I fear less the notion of breaking you." Shulk swallowed. Another might have mistaken such dialog as threatening, but Shulk was excited by the promise of being handled roughly. "Like here..." Ike's fingers moved to caress Shulk's muscled stomach with the back of his knuckles. "You are firm in places where Marth is smooth."

Shulk relished every touch, responding without shame, grinding back against Ike where they stood together in the small room belonging to him in the barracks. They hadn't fully undressed, Ike's armor removed but still wearing the light leather and cloth underneath, and Shulk with his clothing only loosened, shorts undone and hanging haphazardly around his hips. Eyes closed as he simply enjoyed the sensuous touches and slow grinding, he envisioned Marth's body, wondering how closely it compared to Robin's. They were both small of frame and pale in complexion... but the way Ike described Marth, he sounded fragile as a porcelain doll. That couldn't be accurate; Marth was a strong, capable fighter. Ike sounded a bit biased in his opinion, his affection for the prince coloring his perception of him. Shulk smiled to himself at that cute notion; that Ike's judgment could be clouded by love.

In any case, if Marth were soft and small like Robin, and considering the comparable size difference between Robin and himself, and that Shulk wasthis much smaller than Ike, then Ike and Marth together had to be...

"Are you imagining Marth's body?" Ike accused, and Shulk smirked over his shoulder, guilty as charged. Ike stepped back, giving just enough room between them to push his hands up Shulk's sweater again, pulling the garment over his head and discarding it. The sweat already forming on Shulk's torso chilled him upon exposure. Ike came in close again, rumbling, "I could describe every inch of his body, just from how it feels under my lips." He pressed those very lips to the back of Shulk's neck, nose burying in soft curls of yellow hair. "Mmh, your skin is so much rougher."

As he moved up and down Shulk's nape, kissing and biting, goosebumps rose again over Shulk's skin and he felt the tiny, short hairs at his neck prickling on end. Ike's hand ran through that hair now, calloused fingers really working into it, grasping at the roots to pull Shulk's head back so he could move his kisses forward to the side of his neck. Shulk gasped at the hair pull and sudden movement, thinking, Well, that's a new kink I didn't know I had.

"Your hair is so thick... and it curls..." Ike continued his not-at-all gentle exploration of Shulk's neck and hair with his mouth and fingers. Shulk had never considered the properties of his hair, really, but understood that Ike's observations came from his comparisons with Marth. Even without ever having examined it closely, Marth's hair was clearly soft and light, and if Lucina's hair were any indication, it would continue to fall straight even if he allowed it to grow longer. Upon reflection, Shulk remembered times when he'd neglected to cut his own hair, and the uncontrollable waves that fell over his eyes as a result, interfering with his work. He supposed Ike's assessment was accurate after all.

Ike wasn't kidding about showing no fear of breaking him. Shulk loved his strong arms handling him so roughly, herding him toward the bed now, hands sliding down the open waistband of his shorts and underwear to push the articles down his thighs. Shulk was the larger in his partnership with Robin, so this sensation of being wrapped in warmth and muscle was almost entirely new. Almost. Ike's size reminded him of his friend Reyn... The width of Ike's shoulders absolutely dwarfed Shulk, his naked body nestling comfortably into whatever sandwich Ike desired to make him into.

He felt skin against his back, realizing that Ike had at last shed more of his clothes. Glancing, Shulk saw that Ike's tunic hung open at the front, the cloth gathering at his sides. Shulk could wrap it over his shoulders like a blanket if he wanted to, but Ike's huge, exploring arms did not allow him enough movement. And that hard, hot tip that touched his backside... that was Ike's cock, at last freed from the thick fabric of his pants, leaving wet, sticky residue where it touched the small of his back. Shulk groaned yearningly, eager to experience something of that size inside of him.

The sound fueled Ike, who gripped one big hand under the back of Shulk's thigh, pushing his knee up onto the bed, and at last Shulk understood. His shorts, never fully discarded, fell the remainder of the way to his ankles as he crawled on his hands and knees on the surface of Ike's bed, the best way to achieve the leverage needed to put his ass in line with Ike's cock, since his height alone wasn't cutting it.

Without preamble, Ike's four fingers thrust into him, producing a loud, guttural cry from the sodomized boy. When the pain and shock ebbed (barely), he discerned at least that Ike's fingers were lubricated, and despite the rough handling, Ike was coating his hole for easier penetration. Shulk's tongue lolled from his mouth as he gasped and breathed heavily while Ike's hand worked and stretched him, his elbows shaking with the effort of holding him up through such overwhelming stimulation. He felt precum dribble from his own swollen cock, puddling on the quilted comforter.

Then, Ike's fingers flattened on one side of his hole, stretching it, an action that took Shulk a moment to place – it was like one pushing a curtain aside a window so that they could peer through. He realized what was happening when he felt a different hot, fleshy appendage press against his stretched opening.

"Oh, God," Shulk moaned. As much as he was stretched already, the wet tip of Ike's cock still pressed hard against the ring of muscle, too large to penetrate. Shulk felt Ike changing his position, steadying the grip on his cock, and spreading his inserted fingers wider to work his hole open even further. Shulk's fingers curled into fists, gripping handfuls of blanket below him as he braced against the tension.

Ike pushed, hard, and a tiny, squeaking sound escaped Shulk's throat as the head pressed in. He had never, ever been opened as wide as he was right now, and hot breaths rasped from his mouth as he dealt with the intense tension of being filled beyond anything else he'd experienced.

Then Ike moved again, and a horrible, wonderful realization hit Shulk. The tip wasn't even in all the way. Ike was still trying to push the rest of the way in, and a low, drawn-out swear hissed over Shulk's lips as he felt his ass stretching even further.

Shulk's head snapped back as the head shot through the hole at last, embedding deeply, too fast for him to process appropriately, so he only gasped. The thickest part was in, he reassured himself, but even so, the thickness of Ike's shaft was greater than anything else that had stretched him before this with the sole exception of that head, so the tension that continued pulling his hole open was still intense.

Ike released the breath he'd been holding, relieved to have made it through. "Did you like that?" he asked, rasping. He pulled back, Shulk closing his eyes tight at the sensation of Ike moving too soon, but then Ike's true cruelty manifested.

He pulled out all the way. The huge head stretching Shulk's ass again as it retracted made him choke out a throaty cry and his eyes shot open. As quickly as that, the tension was released, his hole alternating between tightening and relaxing upon being emptied.

But that wasn't the end of it. Ike pressed against the entrance again, readying to press back inside. He was going to make Shulk experience thatagain, and while his ass was trying to normalize on top of that. "Oh God oh God oh God oh G-" Shulk's desperate cries dissolved into an unintelligible keen as Ike went back in, the tip returning to its originally embedded place.

Shulk's eyes were wide and wet with gathering tears as his awareness caught up with the action, breaths escaping through gritted teeth. Ike hadn't moved, perhaps finally allowing Shulk the time to get used to his size. As soon as Shulk's breathing calmed enough for him to form words, he struggled, "Wo..." It took him some time to get some actual words out, but Ike waited patiently – and he was rewarded. "One more time," Shulk rasped at last. "Do that again."

Ike obliged. Shulk's cry this time was high with pure ecstasy.

There wasn't any more teasing after that. Ike thrust into the boy with abandon, his thick tip reaching deeper inside of Shulk than anything else he'd experienced, and he could feel its traveling with every thrust Ike made. His body was rocked and pulled on the hands and knees his weight rested on, the bed creaking below him with their motions. Viscous liquid dripped from his cock, splatting on the comforter, and Shulk worried that perhaps he'd come already, but realized that it was only precum forcibly loosed from his cock by Ike's strong thrusting.

Shulk's balance was suddenly upheaved as Ike leaned forward over his body and grabbed his wrists. Ike straightened, taking his arms back with him. Shulk was forced to straighten as well, back arched and arms pulled behind him. Ike was holding him like a wheelbarrow, and plowing with him about as hard, too.

Shulk surrendered completely, having no control over how he bounced on his knees on the bed with the force of Ike's thrusts. His eyelashes fluttered closed over his eyes as they rolled back, losing himself in the unrelenting pleasure.

But Ike still was not pleased with their position. He let go of Shulk's wrists, one big arm hooking around his waist to keep the boy from falling forward, the other hand traveling over his ass and down his thigh, coming to grip the back of his knee. Shulk looked backward over his shoulder, trying to see how Ike was planning to move him. He expected Ike to lift his leg and pummel him sideways, a position he'd tried with Robin before this, but the rearrangement never came.

Instead, Ike pulled harder with the arm that was around Shulk's torso, leaning him back against Ike's muscled stomach and chest, not dissimilar to the standing positions they'd started in. Shulk felt Ike's weight shifting, identifying the way the muscles tensed below him as if he were preparing to lift something heavy.

And then he had both hands on the back of each of Shulk's knees, and Shulk understood. Ike heaved, grunting with exertion, and Shulk's legs were lifted out from under him. Breathless at the notion of Ike's ability to lift him so easily, Shulk's weight fell backwards, supported completely against Ike's chest and, more stimulatingly, his lap, where his monster cock still plugged in his ass. He was folded in half, legs hoisted up in the air on either side, Ike's impossibly strong arms hooked under his knees.

This was a position he could never have attempted with Robin.

A choked cry escaped Shulk's throat as Ike experimented a thrust, bucking his hips straight up into the boy's new position. If he felt helpless before, when Ike held him like a wheelbarrow, he was truly at Ike's mercy now. He was completely without contact with any kind of support from the bed or anything else, the entirety of his weight bouncing up and down Ike's cock, powered by his lifting arms and bucking hips. Shulk didn't know what to do with his own hands, curling them beside his face against Ike's wide chest. His grasping fingers found the fabric of Ike's open tunic and clutched it, just wanting the comfort of having his hold on something while the rest of his body was at the mercy of Ike's ability to lift him.

"Look," Ike rumbled from above him. Shulk's eyes opened, not realizing that he'd shut them tightly. With his hands occupied by Shulk's legs, Ike couldn't indicate what he was referring to, but Shulk had to only look down to understand right away. Ike gave a few more heavy thrusts into him as he watched, demonstrating beyond any questionable doubt that the bulge of skin that swelled up below his bellybutton was, in fact, Ike's dick pushing all the way through. Shulk's eyes were wide, hardly believing what he saw. But the bulge flattened as Ike pulled out, pushing up again when he thrust back in. And he could feel it deep in side of him, too, in a way he had certainly never imagined his organs could feel things before.

Hesitatingly, as if afraid that letting go would cause Shulk to fall from his perch, his fingers released Ike's tunic. He slid his palm down his stomach, groaning as he felt his own skin swelling where Ike's cock pushed it up. He rubbed the raised bulge, producing a grunt from Ike. It all felt too unreal to ever fully appreciate, but the reality had demonstrated itself. He could stimulate the tip of Ike's cock by rubbing his stomach.

He continued to do so as Ike resumed thrusting quickly. Shulk felt his voice releasing sounds, but he had no control over them. Did they sound as high to his partner as they did to his own ears?

"Are you close?" Ike asked through his own grunts. His grip shifted, frightening Shulk as he feared being dropped, but Ike had only rearranged his hold to splay Shulk's legs apart further. "I want you to see... yourself come..."

"Ahg..." Shulk wasn't sure if he could control his voice enough to produce an affirmative sound, and hoped that one was passable. Looking down, he had a view of himself splayed, privates bouncing as he bounced as well, precum flicking off the end of his dick as it forcefully rose and fell with their movements. And below his navel, he could still watch the bulge that was Ike's cock thrusting through him.

He was overwhelmed with stimulation. It wasn't hard to shed the last scrap of resistance he held onto, letting his pleasure culminate and wash over him. The muscles in his stomach and legs tightened, Ike's grip and his awkward position the only things keeping his body from arching. His toes curled as he felt the pooled heat in his abdomen surge through his cock's length from base to end. Cum spilled from the tip, falling in an arc through the air over the bed. Shulk barely saw it, his eyes having rolled back in unadulterated release, but he regained focus in time to see the secondary spurt, and the third.

"Mmh," Ike nuzzled with satisfaction against the side of Shulk's face. "And that was without any stimulation of your own... you came just from having your ass pounded." His hands inched down Shulk's thighs, readying to lower the boy to the bed again. Shulk lacked the energy to catch himself as he fell forward, bouncing against the comforter, spent and breathing laboriously. "It's no mystery Robin loves you..." Ike's rough fingers stroked the side of his heated face, brushing tussled blond hair aside.

His hands caressed downward, traveling Shulk's body until he gripped his hips, still raised in the air from his awkward fall. Ike unplugged himself from Shulk at last with a grunt, the hole still tightly resisting his large size even after all of the rough handling. A thick, sticky strand followed him from the newly-emptied hole, dripping down Shulk's thighs when it broke. Ike smiled, sighing to himself. He gave Shulk's raised buttocks a halfhearted slap with his palm as he lowered himself to sit on the bed beside him. He was about to say something encouraging when both of them heard the doorknob turning.

Marth entered, already in a state of undress, having removed his armor in the common room of the barracks. He was in the middle of unfastening his cape when he came in the door, not even baring the bed a glance as he moved to hang it on the wall opposite them. When he turned around at last, he blinked blankly at the sight of a very exhausted and very debauched Shulk on the bed he'd planned to sit on to finish undressing, with Ike naked and resting his elbows on his knees as he sat on the edge, returning Marth's blank and slightly surprised gaze.

"Ike," Marth shot his lover a sly look, tilting his head as his lips curled into a smile, the action making his soft hair flutter. "You didn't tell me you got me a present."