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King of the Oak (3/3) Robin/Guy
Title: King of the Oak (3/3)
Pairing: Robin/Guy
Rating: Hard R
Warning: Sex, a bit of swearing.
Summary: Sequel to Lion's Heart. In this part: Guy comes down to earth, and gets grounded.
Part One
Part Two
Guy was never clear on the interval between being pulled into the empty air and arriving on solid ground, but his immediate response was to get as close to it as he could.
“On your way Simon. I think Guy might be down there some time.”
Guy breathed in leaf mould. It was wonderful.
Robin joined him in a casual sprawl on the floor.
“You know, Vaisey’s going to come and arrest you in a minute,” Guy mumbled.
“No he isn’t. Not unless Much is doing a terribly bad job. And that wouldn’t be like him. Most of the time. Takes pride in his work.”
“Oh.”
“Saved your life Gisborne, think you owe me.”
“Owe you?!”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a needlessly elaborate plan for another fuck. I just want that box. The one you chased me out a roof for.”
“Oh.” Guy said, telling himself that what he was feeling was exhaustion, not disappointment. “I haven’t got it with me.” Which was technically true, even if he could feel the trinkets digging into his hip against the floor.
He should feel vulnerable, sprawled out like this, back to Robin. But any blow from Hood was unlikely to be made from behind. It would be when they were eye to eye, both armed.
“Really?”
And then Hood’s nimble fingers were racing across his body, searching all over.
“Augh!”
“Ticklish? Really? You don’t seem the type.”
Guy flopped over onto his back and glared. He reached for his dagger.
It wasn’t there.
“Looking for this? Swap you.” The dagger was in Hood’s hands.
“I don’t want the damned box, but I don’t have it with me. If you had something I wanted, I might trade for it, but you don’t.”
And then Robin dropped back to sit on his heels, head cocked to one side.
“Ridiculous. I’m everything you want, and you’ve only just started to realise.”
“Arrogant outlaw bastard.”
“Basic truth of my life. Everyone always wants me. My life, my death, my aim, my obedience, my command, my money, my land, my love, my body. Everyone.”
“Right now, I would really enjoy your absence.”
“Liar.” And Hood dropped a hand onto Guy’s knee. He stifled a gasp, but apparently not quick enough.
“You see? The slightest suggestion of a touch, and your breath comes faster, your heart beats faster.”
And Hood was crawling, making his way from Guy’s side to kneel between Guy’s legs, staring downwards, eyes lively with promise.
“Perhaps if I found walking trees attractive.”
Hood looked down at his persistent foliage and laughed.
“Sherwood has some very beautiful trees. I spend large portions of my day staring at them.”
Both of Hood’s hands were on Guy’s knees now, and the weight of promise kept Guy prone. Those hands were pushing upwards, strong as the rising tide and just as persistent. They were almost where Guy needed them when Robin paused, and began to rub his thumbs in maddening circles against the inside of Guy’s thighs.
“If you stop to barter now, I swear, I’ll-”
“Agree to anything unconditionally? Do you ever stop to wonder why men rule the world Gisborne? We’re so delightfully stupid like this.”
And Hood’s head bobbed down, to mouth the shape of Guy’s length through his ill-treated leathers.
“Nnh! Just get on with it, before we have your men or mine tripping over us.”
“Yes, sir.” Robin breathed without moving his head, and either the words or the movement of his lips succeeded in eliciting another scrambled gasp from Gisborne.
He was quickly, but not hastily, released before Hood grasped him carefully.
“Its not going to break off, get a move on.”
“Where’s my box?”
“You BASTARD!”
Gisborne could feel himself flush stupidly, and he would have kicked Robin if not for fear of serious damage.
“Where. Is. My. Box.”
“In the manor! I swear to God, stop playing with me and I’ll have it left by the oak for you to collect! I don’t want it.”
And that lie must have been enough, because blessed wet heat engulfed him, and Guy screamed into the palm of his own hand.
Guy alternated between lying there dazed, and snatching hold of Locksley’s hair, forcing him into the thrust of Guy’s hips. Locksley made no protest against being manhandled.
“Did Richard teach you this? Teach you to take it rough?”
The thrust into Locksley’s mouth was punctuated by teeth. Guy fell back and smashed his head off the floor.
The brief sting was erased by a dutiful tongue, careful and attentive.
Yes, he could see Richard teaching Robin this, teaching him an intimate worship of his king.
The coiling desire at the base of his cock surged, and he wondered if it would be polite to warn Locksley, if he had any interest in being polite, if the king had expected Hood to swallow him down without complaint.
“Robin!” He managed, before those fingers of his were tickling maddeningly just behind Guy’s balls, at a patch of skin that drove him up towards the sky. They knew no restraint, and were reaching back where Guy would not have permitted them if asked. But Hood wasn’t asking, and Guy was beyond protestation. A finger brushed inquisitively between his cheeks and Guy howled one last time, emptying himself into Hood’s mouth.
When he opened his eyes, Locksley was wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Well, when I’m right, I’m right.” A woman’s voice said.
“You!” Guy yelped, struggling to wiggle back into his breeches, staring at Morgan.
Hood just sat back on his heels.
“Was this a truth of yours, my lady? Are we of interest?”
“I said your name to him, and watched his face. Clear enough for one who knows how to look. And this is an odd kink in your tale, child.”
Guy climbed upright.
“If you breathe a word of this-”
“Don’t threaten her.”
“Or what? You’ll refuse to let me fuck you in future?”
Hood rolled his eyes and failed to look embarrassed.
“I’ve still got your dagger and Morgan can take care of herself. My lady, did you want me? I’m a little preoccupied.”
“I have travelled through your lands and told you no truths. That was rude of me, I come to make amends.”
“I’m listening my lady.”
“Then listen. That dark one, who’s growling and fierce like thunder beside you…oh, I don’t need to bother with the poetic nonsense for you, do I child? He has done no harm simply for the love of it. Plenty done in anger, or for power, but he doesn’t even know if power’s what he wants. That much is obvious. But you may not have noticed, with all the push and shove between you.”
Hood for once was silent. He seemed to be considering the forest floor in great detail.
“I think I am in need of your advice lady.”
“My advice, Robin Hood? You ignored it when you were Robin of Locksley.”
“Yes. And I’m not Locksley at the moment, am I? Not in the way I should be.”
“Well, if that’s what you need my words for-”
Guy stepped forward growling.
“That’s enough nonsense crone.”
The crone’s wrinkles shifted across her face to trace what might have been a smile.
“Stronger men than you have raised hand against me. They ran home crying.”
He reached forward to grab her by her hair, but then there was powder in his eyes, and he couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe either, and he choked, writhing on the ground, tears on his cheeks.
“It will pass. Don’t fret.”
He was still lying there, gasping, when Vaisey’s men found him, and he was given a polite but insistent escort back to the castle. Hood was nowhere to be seen, and there was a weight lacking from his pocket. That crafty little bastard. Those roaming hands must have made free with Gisborne’s pockets whilst he was distracted by Hood’s mouth. He’d got what he wanted without using the damned dagger that had been left in the dirt at Guy’s feet.
When he arrived in Vaisey’s chambers he couldn’t bring himself to meet the man’s gaze.
“Gisborne.”
“Sir.”
“I was doing you a favour today, and you repay me by undermining my authority, scrambling up a tree like a monkey, for the sake of a peasant’s brat…no, wait, for the sake of precious Marian and the besotted flutter of her eyelashes!”
It sounded like it might be a long rant.
“She is supposed to be obeying you, you idiot, not the other way around! You tell her to heel and she comes to heel, she doesn’t whisper fetch and send you barking up a tree!”
He hadn’t thrown anything yet, which was promising.
“I’m sick of watching you moon over her. Get out of my sight, I don’t want to see you for a week.”
“…sir?”
“I mean it! Stay out of my way or I’ll do something we’ll both regret. You’re on my last nerve Gisborne, and every time I look at you I want to break something over your head, or bend you over a table. And you won’t permit the second and I might kill you with the first. Kill you! What the devil were you doing today? You could have broken your damned neck! I thought you had!”
Vaisey was…upset. Guy gawped.
“GET OUT! Don’t stand there with your mouth open like a fish, get out of here before I have you dragged out.”
He left. It was late, and ordinarily he’d have stayed the night, but that could be potentially suicidal tonight. He borrowed a horse, and braved the dark countryside instead.
He should show Marian he was well, tell her the boy was fine, but the weariness and the aches were deep down in his bones, and he needed his bed. He rode straight to Locksley.
When he had arrived, there were fires burning and families sat beside them waiting for something.
He stopped on the edge of the light, surprised. It seemed a lively gathering.
“I still can’t believe he tied summat to the tree.”
“He did, I swear, right before we started to fall. From me own clothes!”
“You’re a lucky lad Simon. Could have got the pair of you killed.”
“He was brave as anything, wasn’t even surprised when Hood turned up.”
“That’s because Hood always turns up. You should all be indoors.”
There was silence, and a flicker of fear as he broke into the conversation.
And then cheering.
They were cheering. Him.
Guy looked on in shock, feeling as if he were stitched to his horse.
They were smiling, and jumping up and down, and pounding one another on the back. No-one was laying a hand on him, but they looked as though they wanted to.
“Bed!” He shouted, and made a break for the stables.
He finally staggered into the house only to find Thornton, the cook, and a couple of the maids huddled together around a candle.
“My lord!”
Their smiles seemed genuine. Guy felt unaccountably wobbly.
“I’m going to bed. Everyone needs to go to bed, and to stop staring at me like I’m the prodigal son.”
“I’d like to send a lad to Knighton, if that’s alright, sir. Lady Marian wanted to hear as soon as you were found.”
“Yes, fine. Make sure nobody wakes me tomorrow. Unless it’s Lady Marian.”
“Of course.”
The stairs to his room felt steeper than usual. Perhaps being banished from the castle for a week could have its uses. Seven whole days, in which he might manage not to accumulate any more bruises. To rest.
To his profound irritation, somebody was already resting on his bed.
“Not now Hood. I’m in enough trouble because of you.”
“Really? Is Vaisey having a tantrum? But I didn’t send you up that tree, I only helped you out of it. And I told you, I want my box.”
Guy started stripping out of his jacket, ignoring the attentive eyes of Hood, lounging cat like in the middle of the room.
“You took the jewellery. Unless Morgan’s trying to do you out of a job. You’re here for a fuck.”
“Now who’s an arrogant bastard? The jewels belong in the box.”
“If you didn’t want a fuck, you wouldn’t be sprawling across my bed like an invitation, you’d have found what you wanted and run.”
“It’s my bed. I’m entitled to lie on it without being propositioned.”
“And being left unfulfilled earlier has nothing to do with this.”
Hood gave up the act, and laughed.
“Are you interested or not, Gisborne?”
Guy felt himself move forward, and stopped.
“No. I want to know what’s going on.”
“What?”
“The fucking, Robin, explain it to me.”
Robin’s eyebrows shot up.
“Well, generally, when one man likes another’s body very much.”
“Very funny. Explain this. You hate everything I do, and everything I stand for. I’ve got everything you ever called your own. And you’re offering me that last little bit as well.”
Robin closed his eyes, and began speaking, slowly.
“Locksley belongs to me in a way you will never understand. It bred me, and it loves me. I can’t help but love it with every drop of blood in my veins. You don’t even have the capacity-”
“Don’t try and tell me what I have.”
Hood laughed.
“Really, what do you love, Gisborne? And I won’t believe you for a second if you say Marian.”
“You know nothing about that.”
“I know you don’t understand love. You understand possession. But you’re an idiot if you don’t know she’s stronger and braver than both of us. And one day, all that strength and bravery…she’ll do something you wouldn’t like, something you’d forbidden, and then what? Could you cope, knowing your possession wasn’t just a toy? Or would you just crush her?”
“As if you know how to love without possessing.”
“I SERVE the ones I love,” Hood snapped, rising to a sitting position on the bed, and there was danger in the air.
“Yes of course, you serve your king on your knees, you serve your peasants, living outcast in the woods…and you serve Marian…” Guy swayed. “Is that it? Is spreading your legs for me some kind of warped service to Marian, to Locksley, are you trying to distract me…?”
“You think I’m not distracted? I told Will I was off to gather honey. Honey! At night!”
They had started shouting over one another, and Guy closed his mouth with an audible snap.
“One last time. You hate me, so why-”
“That’s just it! I’m not sure I do hate you any more. Morgan…isn’t the only one to tell me things about you. And you’ve shown me yourself. Vaisey is a monster. You’re a monster’s pet. A mistreated, unloved, mangy little cur maybe, and you’re hungry for respect. But you’re only getting fear, you idiot.”
“There is no respect without fear.” Guy intoned, with heavy certainty.
“You can’t be that stupid. Not when my entire life turns you green with envy, and the respect given to me is respect born of love. Admiration. Look…I don’t know what I’m trying to say, and I didn’t come here to lecture.”
“How thoughtful of you.”
“Augh! There are things you need to be shown, things Marian might be able to show you if you were ready, but you’ll hurt her unless you are. I’ve been hurt.”
Guy had a sudden moment of terror.
“Hood, if that was a declaration of love, I’m throwing you out that window.”
“No! It was a declaration of…truce. Do a good job of Locksley. Learn to love it, and I won’t fight you for it. Not until the King comes home.”
“And when he does?”
“I’ll fight you without pause. You’re a traitor to the King, and you’re dishonouring my lands. But the people cheered you today, because you did something, maybe not for love of them, but that’s what it looked like to a lad hanging in a tree. I won’t try and win them away from you. Think about it. I’ll let you have that, people that give a damn over whether you live or die, who worry if you don’t come home, who keep a fire burning. Just…give a damn for them in return. Keep them warm. Keep them fed. Keep the Sheriff from their door.”
Hood was sat on the very edge of the bed now, voice low in a hypnotic intensity that made Guy want to grasp Locksley’s hair in his hand and pull the man’s head back, baring his neck. He had the oddest premonition that Hood would let him.
“You…you’re surrendering to me.” He murmured.
“A little, I suppose.”
“You give your word?”
“I do.” And then Hood was level with him, staring up into his eyes. And he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Gisborne’s carefully. If Hood had been a woman, he would have said tenderly.
Guy wrapped his hand around the back of Hood’s neck, and Hood let him.
“And are you part of this bargain?”
“Do I need to be? Do you want someone in your bed that’s bound to be there, or do you like what I give willingly?”
And there it was again. That niggling question.
“I need to know. Why are you willing?”
“Guy, you girl, you cannot be this insecure. Even Much is more subtle about fishing for complements.”
Guy tightened his grip on the back of Robin’s neck.
“Do not compare me to your manservant!”
“Fine. I like getting things I shouldn’t have, Gisborne. I like the challenge, I like the danger, and I’m good at getting them. That’s why I make an exceptional thief.”
Of course. Hood was just a contrary bastard.
“Satisfied? Do we have an agreement?”
He could have no contact with Vaisey for a week. That would look like a serious acceptance of Hood’s offer.
And Hood was warm, edging towards him, warm and waiting.
“Yes.”
Hood grinned, and dragged him towards the bed.
Pairing: Robin/Guy
Rating: Hard R
Warning: Sex, a bit of swearing.
Summary: Sequel to Lion's Heart. In this part: Guy comes down to earth, and gets grounded.
Part One
Part Two
Guy was never clear on the interval between being pulled into the empty air and arriving on solid ground, but his immediate response was to get as close to it as he could.
“On your way Simon. I think Guy might be down there some time.”
Guy breathed in leaf mould. It was wonderful.
Robin joined him in a casual sprawl on the floor.
“You know, Vaisey’s going to come and arrest you in a minute,” Guy mumbled.
“No he isn’t. Not unless Much is doing a terribly bad job. And that wouldn’t be like him. Most of the time. Takes pride in his work.”
“Oh.”
“Saved your life Gisborne, think you owe me.”
“Owe you?!”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a needlessly elaborate plan for another fuck. I just want that box. The one you chased me out a roof for.”
“Oh.” Guy said, telling himself that what he was feeling was exhaustion, not disappointment. “I haven’t got it with me.” Which was technically true, even if he could feel the trinkets digging into his hip against the floor.
He should feel vulnerable, sprawled out like this, back to Robin. But any blow from Hood was unlikely to be made from behind. It would be when they were eye to eye, both armed.
“Really?”
And then Hood’s nimble fingers were racing across his body, searching all over.
“Augh!”
“Ticklish? Really? You don’t seem the type.”
Guy flopped over onto his back and glared. He reached for his dagger.
It wasn’t there.
“Looking for this? Swap you.” The dagger was in Hood’s hands.
“I don’t want the damned box, but I don’t have it with me. If you had something I wanted, I might trade for it, but you don’t.”
And then Robin dropped back to sit on his heels, head cocked to one side.
“Ridiculous. I’m everything you want, and you’ve only just started to realise.”
“Arrogant outlaw bastard.”
“Basic truth of my life. Everyone always wants me. My life, my death, my aim, my obedience, my command, my money, my land, my love, my body. Everyone.”
“Right now, I would really enjoy your absence.”
“Liar.” And Hood dropped a hand onto Guy’s knee. He stifled a gasp, but apparently not quick enough.
“You see? The slightest suggestion of a touch, and your breath comes faster, your heart beats faster.”
And Hood was crawling, making his way from Guy’s side to kneel between Guy’s legs, staring downwards, eyes lively with promise.
“Perhaps if I found walking trees attractive.”
Hood looked down at his persistent foliage and laughed.
“Sherwood has some very beautiful trees. I spend large portions of my day staring at them.”
Both of Hood’s hands were on Guy’s knees now, and the weight of promise kept Guy prone. Those hands were pushing upwards, strong as the rising tide and just as persistent. They were almost where Guy needed them when Robin paused, and began to rub his thumbs in maddening circles against the inside of Guy’s thighs.
“If you stop to barter now, I swear, I’ll-”
“Agree to anything unconditionally? Do you ever stop to wonder why men rule the world Gisborne? We’re so delightfully stupid like this.”
And Hood’s head bobbed down, to mouth the shape of Guy’s length through his ill-treated leathers.
“Nnh! Just get on with it, before we have your men or mine tripping over us.”
“Yes, sir.” Robin breathed without moving his head, and either the words or the movement of his lips succeeded in eliciting another scrambled gasp from Gisborne.
He was quickly, but not hastily, released before Hood grasped him carefully.
“Its not going to break off, get a move on.”
“Where’s my box?”
“You BASTARD!”
Gisborne could feel himself flush stupidly, and he would have kicked Robin if not for fear of serious damage.
“Where. Is. My. Box.”
“In the manor! I swear to God, stop playing with me and I’ll have it left by the oak for you to collect! I don’t want it.”
And that lie must have been enough, because blessed wet heat engulfed him, and Guy screamed into the palm of his own hand.
Guy alternated between lying there dazed, and snatching hold of Locksley’s hair, forcing him into the thrust of Guy’s hips. Locksley made no protest against being manhandled.
“Did Richard teach you this? Teach you to take it rough?”
The thrust into Locksley’s mouth was punctuated by teeth. Guy fell back and smashed his head off the floor.
The brief sting was erased by a dutiful tongue, careful and attentive.
Yes, he could see Richard teaching Robin this, teaching him an intimate worship of his king.
The coiling desire at the base of his cock surged, and he wondered if it would be polite to warn Locksley, if he had any interest in being polite, if the king had expected Hood to swallow him down without complaint.
“Robin!” He managed, before those fingers of his were tickling maddeningly just behind Guy’s balls, at a patch of skin that drove him up towards the sky. They knew no restraint, and were reaching back where Guy would not have permitted them if asked. But Hood wasn’t asking, and Guy was beyond protestation. A finger brushed inquisitively between his cheeks and Guy howled one last time, emptying himself into Hood’s mouth.
When he opened his eyes, Locksley was wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Well, when I’m right, I’m right.” A woman’s voice said.
“You!” Guy yelped, struggling to wiggle back into his breeches, staring at Morgan.
Hood just sat back on his heels.
“Was this a truth of yours, my lady? Are we of interest?”
“I said your name to him, and watched his face. Clear enough for one who knows how to look. And this is an odd kink in your tale, child.”
Guy climbed upright.
“If you breathe a word of this-”
“Don’t threaten her.”
“Or what? You’ll refuse to let me fuck you in future?”
Hood rolled his eyes and failed to look embarrassed.
“I’ve still got your dagger and Morgan can take care of herself. My lady, did you want me? I’m a little preoccupied.”
“I have travelled through your lands and told you no truths. That was rude of me, I come to make amends.”
“I’m listening my lady.”
“Then listen. That dark one, who’s growling and fierce like thunder beside you…oh, I don’t need to bother with the poetic nonsense for you, do I child? He has done no harm simply for the love of it. Plenty done in anger, or for power, but he doesn’t even know if power’s what he wants. That much is obvious. But you may not have noticed, with all the push and shove between you.”
Hood for once was silent. He seemed to be considering the forest floor in great detail.
“I think I am in need of your advice lady.”
“My advice, Robin Hood? You ignored it when you were Robin of Locksley.”
“Yes. And I’m not Locksley at the moment, am I? Not in the way I should be.”
“Well, if that’s what you need my words for-”
Guy stepped forward growling.
“That’s enough nonsense crone.”
The crone’s wrinkles shifted across her face to trace what might have been a smile.
“Stronger men than you have raised hand against me. They ran home crying.”
He reached forward to grab her by her hair, but then there was powder in his eyes, and he couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe either, and he choked, writhing on the ground, tears on his cheeks.
“It will pass. Don’t fret.”
He was still lying there, gasping, when Vaisey’s men found him, and he was given a polite but insistent escort back to the castle. Hood was nowhere to be seen, and there was a weight lacking from his pocket. That crafty little bastard. Those roaming hands must have made free with Gisborne’s pockets whilst he was distracted by Hood’s mouth. He’d got what he wanted without using the damned dagger that had been left in the dirt at Guy’s feet.
When he arrived in Vaisey’s chambers he couldn’t bring himself to meet the man’s gaze.
“Gisborne.”
“Sir.”
“I was doing you a favour today, and you repay me by undermining my authority, scrambling up a tree like a monkey, for the sake of a peasant’s brat…no, wait, for the sake of precious Marian and the besotted flutter of her eyelashes!”
It sounded like it might be a long rant.
“She is supposed to be obeying you, you idiot, not the other way around! You tell her to heel and she comes to heel, she doesn’t whisper fetch and send you barking up a tree!”
He hadn’t thrown anything yet, which was promising.
“I’m sick of watching you moon over her. Get out of my sight, I don’t want to see you for a week.”
“…sir?”
“I mean it! Stay out of my way or I’ll do something we’ll both regret. You’re on my last nerve Gisborne, and every time I look at you I want to break something over your head, or bend you over a table. And you won’t permit the second and I might kill you with the first. Kill you! What the devil were you doing today? You could have broken your damned neck! I thought you had!”
Vaisey was…upset. Guy gawped.
“GET OUT! Don’t stand there with your mouth open like a fish, get out of here before I have you dragged out.”
He left. It was late, and ordinarily he’d have stayed the night, but that could be potentially suicidal tonight. He borrowed a horse, and braved the dark countryside instead.
He should show Marian he was well, tell her the boy was fine, but the weariness and the aches were deep down in his bones, and he needed his bed. He rode straight to Locksley.
When he had arrived, there were fires burning and families sat beside them waiting for something.
He stopped on the edge of the light, surprised. It seemed a lively gathering.
“I still can’t believe he tied summat to the tree.”
“He did, I swear, right before we started to fall. From me own clothes!”
“You’re a lucky lad Simon. Could have got the pair of you killed.”
“He was brave as anything, wasn’t even surprised when Hood turned up.”
“That’s because Hood always turns up. You should all be indoors.”
There was silence, and a flicker of fear as he broke into the conversation.
And then cheering.
They were cheering. Him.
Guy looked on in shock, feeling as if he were stitched to his horse.
They were smiling, and jumping up and down, and pounding one another on the back. No-one was laying a hand on him, but they looked as though they wanted to.
“Bed!” He shouted, and made a break for the stables.
He finally staggered into the house only to find Thornton, the cook, and a couple of the maids huddled together around a candle.
“My lord!”
Their smiles seemed genuine. Guy felt unaccountably wobbly.
“I’m going to bed. Everyone needs to go to bed, and to stop staring at me like I’m the prodigal son.”
“I’d like to send a lad to Knighton, if that’s alright, sir. Lady Marian wanted to hear as soon as you were found.”
“Yes, fine. Make sure nobody wakes me tomorrow. Unless it’s Lady Marian.”
“Of course.”
The stairs to his room felt steeper than usual. Perhaps being banished from the castle for a week could have its uses. Seven whole days, in which he might manage not to accumulate any more bruises. To rest.
To his profound irritation, somebody was already resting on his bed.
“Not now Hood. I’m in enough trouble because of you.”
“Really? Is Vaisey having a tantrum? But I didn’t send you up that tree, I only helped you out of it. And I told you, I want my box.”
Guy started stripping out of his jacket, ignoring the attentive eyes of Hood, lounging cat like in the middle of the room.
“You took the jewellery. Unless Morgan’s trying to do you out of a job. You’re here for a fuck.”
“Now who’s an arrogant bastard? The jewels belong in the box.”
“If you didn’t want a fuck, you wouldn’t be sprawling across my bed like an invitation, you’d have found what you wanted and run.”
“It’s my bed. I’m entitled to lie on it without being propositioned.”
“And being left unfulfilled earlier has nothing to do with this.”
Hood gave up the act, and laughed.
“Are you interested or not, Gisborne?”
Guy felt himself move forward, and stopped.
“No. I want to know what’s going on.”
“What?”
“The fucking, Robin, explain it to me.”
Robin’s eyebrows shot up.
“Well, generally, when one man likes another’s body very much.”
“Very funny. Explain this. You hate everything I do, and everything I stand for. I’ve got everything you ever called your own. And you’re offering me that last little bit as well.”
Robin closed his eyes, and began speaking, slowly.
“Locksley belongs to me in a way you will never understand. It bred me, and it loves me. I can’t help but love it with every drop of blood in my veins. You don’t even have the capacity-”
“Don’t try and tell me what I have.”
Hood laughed.
“Really, what do you love, Gisborne? And I won’t believe you for a second if you say Marian.”
“You know nothing about that.”
“I know you don’t understand love. You understand possession. But you’re an idiot if you don’t know she’s stronger and braver than both of us. And one day, all that strength and bravery…she’ll do something you wouldn’t like, something you’d forbidden, and then what? Could you cope, knowing your possession wasn’t just a toy? Or would you just crush her?”
“As if you know how to love without possessing.”
“I SERVE the ones I love,” Hood snapped, rising to a sitting position on the bed, and there was danger in the air.
“Yes of course, you serve your king on your knees, you serve your peasants, living outcast in the woods…and you serve Marian…” Guy swayed. “Is that it? Is spreading your legs for me some kind of warped service to Marian, to Locksley, are you trying to distract me…?”
“You think I’m not distracted? I told Will I was off to gather honey. Honey! At night!”
They had started shouting over one another, and Guy closed his mouth with an audible snap.
“One last time. You hate me, so why-”
“That’s just it! I’m not sure I do hate you any more. Morgan…isn’t the only one to tell me things about you. And you’ve shown me yourself. Vaisey is a monster. You’re a monster’s pet. A mistreated, unloved, mangy little cur maybe, and you’re hungry for respect. But you’re only getting fear, you idiot.”
“There is no respect without fear.” Guy intoned, with heavy certainty.
“You can’t be that stupid. Not when my entire life turns you green with envy, and the respect given to me is respect born of love. Admiration. Look…I don’t know what I’m trying to say, and I didn’t come here to lecture.”
“How thoughtful of you.”
“Augh! There are things you need to be shown, things Marian might be able to show you if you were ready, but you’ll hurt her unless you are. I’ve been hurt.”
Guy had a sudden moment of terror.
“Hood, if that was a declaration of love, I’m throwing you out that window.”
“No! It was a declaration of…truce. Do a good job of Locksley. Learn to love it, and I won’t fight you for it. Not until the King comes home.”
“And when he does?”
“I’ll fight you without pause. You’re a traitor to the King, and you’re dishonouring my lands. But the people cheered you today, because you did something, maybe not for love of them, but that’s what it looked like to a lad hanging in a tree. I won’t try and win them away from you. Think about it. I’ll let you have that, people that give a damn over whether you live or die, who worry if you don’t come home, who keep a fire burning. Just…give a damn for them in return. Keep them warm. Keep them fed. Keep the Sheriff from their door.”
Hood was sat on the very edge of the bed now, voice low in a hypnotic intensity that made Guy want to grasp Locksley’s hair in his hand and pull the man’s head back, baring his neck. He had the oddest premonition that Hood would let him.
“You…you’re surrendering to me.” He murmured.
“A little, I suppose.”
“You give your word?”
“I do.” And then Hood was level with him, staring up into his eyes. And he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Gisborne’s carefully. If Hood had been a woman, he would have said tenderly.
Guy wrapped his hand around the back of Hood’s neck, and Hood let him.
“And are you part of this bargain?”
“Do I need to be? Do you want someone in your bed that’s bound to be there, or do you like what I give willingly?”
And there it was again. That niggling question.
“I need to know. Why are you willing?”
“Guy, you girl, you cannot be this insecure. Even Much is more subtle about fishing for complements.”
Guy tightened his grip on the back of Robin’s neck.
“Do not compare me to your manservant!”
“Fine. I like getting things I shouldn’t have, Gisborne. I like the challenge, I like the danger, and I’m good at getting them. That’s why I make an exceptional thief.”
Of course. Hood was just a contrary bastard.
“Satisfied? Do we have an agreement?”
He could have no contact with Vaisey for a week. That would look like a serious acceptance of Hood’s offer.
And Hood was warm, edging towards him, warm and waiting.
“Yes.”
Hood grinned, and dragged him towards the bed.
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Anyway, I started watching Robin Hood just yesterday and these here were my first two stories, and I've got to tell you, I hope there are more stories like this out there! I am also hoping for another sequel ;)
I really like your stories! I like Guy (and really, "Guy, you girl" had me giggling XD) and Robin, of course, and I do kind of think that they should both forget about Marian and just get together, but, you know... XD Right...where did I want to go with this? Right. Your stories. I love them. Also, I love Simon! What a cute little
guyboy!And as for the bold thing. I might have an idea, but I'm generally more of a try until you get it right kind of girl, but anyway, here's what I'm thinking. I think the part where it goes bold where it shouldn't is right after "Summary:". So you could take a look and see, if maybe you'r missing a...<*/b> (without the asterisk, obviously) thing. As for the edits and the repasting thing...you could just copy the actual story part from lj and paste it into a new document, or...um...paste it over the old part 3. And then make a new post. But now that I'm thinking it through like this, it's probably a missing <*/b>.
Right. This got a bit long, sorry... That seems to happen to me a lot as well. So I'll close this here by saying, again, that I loved the stories (yay for Robin and Guy!) and that I'm hoping for another sequel. Thank you! :)
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I'm more than happy to just get comments at the end and have to hold up my hand to being a bad commenter myself. My default mode is lurk, but I'm trying to improve! It's always exciting to see people are enjoying things. (Or even not enjoying them, concrit welcome!)
And I am incredibly chuffed to be your first two stories! :-D
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Also, I have no idea what is, either, but I'm glad you got it to work :)
Ah yes, a lurker after my own heart XD
And what brilliant first stories they were! I've just lurked through fandom a bit and found myself inadvertently thinking of your stories as canon XD I was a bit confused until I remembered that I had read and not seen it.
Say, you wouldn't happen to have more Robin/Guy lying around somewhere? Or maybe you could rec me some? Because I've looked around a bit, but searching through the comms is a bit...tedious? Especially as I still have to actually finish watching the first season, never mind the second XD And well, if there is an easier way to get to fic... ;)
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http://sandrine.livejournal.com/tag/fic:+robin+hood
And unsentimentalf's stuff below, but WARNINGS for roughsex and bits of non-con and end of S2. Very good though.
http://unsentimentalf.livejournal.com/tag/robin/guy
And there is vaguely a sequal to King of the Oak in my head, but as it took me forever to write the last one, I'm not making any predictions about it. :-D
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Great! Thank you! Now I just have to quickly finish watching the first and second seasons. I'm a bit scared of the S2 finale...It seems it's going to be bad. I just hope Much will still be alive. And Will and Allan and Little John and Marian and Guy and...Djaq as well and...well, Robin will of course still be alive. Although...if I think back to the Supernatural S2/3 finales... oh boy. *is scared*
Oooh! A vague sequel is much, much better than no sequel at all. And half a year (I took a look lol) is not that much time to wait. But if there's anything I can do to make it go faster, don't hesitate to ask. I'm just not sure how much help I can be, seeing as I'm a Robin Hood...novice novice, if you will ;)
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This I liked!
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hugs
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Do you ever stop to wonder why men rule the world Gisborne? We’re so delightfully stupid like this.
and
Guy had a sudden moment of terror.
“Hood, if that was a declaration of love, I’m throwing you out that window.”
and quite a lot more than that.
I made myself save this a bit, because there aren't enough people writing this pairing in a way that doesn't make me want to gouge out my eyes with a spork. So thank you, and please write more soon!
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And I'm really glad not to have made you spork your eyes out, because I have a slightly odd eyeball squick. *shudders*
(Can I use spork as a verb?)
p.s. your icon is, indeed, hot.
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You *know*
About, Guy, and why he is how he is....... I've been trying to explain him to people for weeks, (years even) and you've.. managed.
Wow.
So yeah, and the important thing is, Morgan knows, and she told Robin, and *this* ->"I’m everything you want, and you’ve only just started to realise."
This is the truth of it.
I may have to go rewatch all of series 3 on iplayer now.
Gah
If Russel T Davis made this show, and it was on a 10:30, this would be how it went down.
So yeah, but, on other things....
1) I really liked how you kept people in character, such as the Sheriff (gotta love him, no matter how creepy the inuendo jokes are), and Robin, and Much, and Guy's "Don't compare me to your manservant!"
2) I think you did a really good job with the plot. This is the kind of thing which would go down in a Robin Hood ep (and much better excecuted, may I say)
3) Please let there be a sequel?
Okay, so now I'm gonna ramble for a couple of lines or two about the recent Eps. Don't read if you've not seen season 3 yet *SPOILERS*
WTF was with yesterday's ep, and the way the Sheriff spoke to Guy at the end? I mean "I loved you like a son once Gisbourne"? Vaisey loves *no one*. It's not in his nature. Therefore, I must give him more credit than I previously gave him: clearly, he understands Guy's *need* for redemption, or love or respect, or whatever he think's he'll find in Marion/lands/ W/e, and the Sheriff isn't above exploiting that, to try to save his own skin.
But... If Guy's now the Sheriff... He might fall from grace completely......
:p
Sorry for epic rambling.
Also, in one part of the story (I forget which, possibly the first), Robin "knocks" an arrow to the bow. Are you sure it's not "nock"? I'm not certain, but I used to do a fair bit of archery myself, and "knock" just looks wrong :)
This story rox my sox!
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Yeah, so that was considerably longer than I thought it was going to be. Sorry!
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Sequel wise, there sort of was one, but it pivoted on a rather Machiavellian prince John who I can't now write because it'll be a huge departure from what's now showing (uh, not that these fics aren't a departure from canon mid series one anyway!)
Is it bad that the thing that freaks me out most about S3 is that they seem to be trying to give Guy ringlets?
Yeah, the Sherrif has NEVER loved Guy as a father...like a really creepy and inappropriate uncle, maybe. Although I do believe he has some genuine affection for Guy...I can't help but think that "Don't trust him" was somehow sincerely meant. But my God, how awesome was their fight scene? Fantastically choreographed, and brutal in a way we never see the good guys fight. I actually yelped when Guy went over the battlements. And Guy suddenly letting loose "You're everything that's repulsive in a man." Hah! I knew you had a moral compass Guy. And "You're the reason Marian's dead". Not Robin. It's just *easier* to be pissed off at Robin.
*Squints at knocks/nocks* You're so right. I KNEW that line was bugging me for a reason! This is why betas are a good idea.
Oops, I seem to have rambled myself when I really should be in bed. I haven't even seen tonights episode, I was out watching Star Trek.
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I wish my begging could sway you more towards a sequel... but if you are by any chance still looking to read Guy/Robin, or at least a well-written PG-but-angsty Guy/Robin dynamic with a relationship subtext, check out Everything is a Choice by Jadey 36 on ffnet. If you happen to be curious about some extremely graphic but consensual Guy/Robin, or rather I should say Robin/Guy in that case, you might consider taking a look at the LJ page of mideltone_one, but that one is *very* explicit. Anyway, the point of this is to thank you for both stories!
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Hahahaha...I wish I had the capacity to write pwp plot, I nearly had fits trying to write the sex scene in this. Every time I wrote them into an interesting situation, they stopped to talk.
Thank you so much for your feedback. There's something half written that would have been a sequal but won't work now. I might knock it around a bit and see if it can be turned into something else. But that won't be before Xmas!
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As someone who has, up to this point, only written Guy/girl (Marian or Meg) stuff with only tiny bits of smut, I fully sympathise with the challenge of writing sex scenes: those were the parts I left until last and writing them felt not unlike pulling teeth - but as a reader I so appreciate the effort of others writing those! And I hope that you do tweak your would-be sequel into a story that you feel like posting, because like you say, there is not nearly enough Guy/Robin reading matter in this world ;)