Robin Hood - in their own way
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munninTitle: Their own way
Author: Munnin
Warning: Slash, Bondage and general roughness but all consensual.
Warning: Slash, Bondage and general roughness but all consensual.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Pairing: Robin/Much
Rating: NC17
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash
Feedback: I love to hear it!
Summery: it’s hard to forget the horrors of war but Robin and Much have their own way.
AN: My first Robin Hood story in the form of a gift for thestorymaker. See love! This is what you do to my head!
thestorymaker. See love! This is what you do to my head!Robin woke with a start, bolt upright with a knife in his hand before he ever opened his eyes.
“Master?” Much called from beside the fire. He hadn’t been sleeping much himself of late and fled to Robin’s side as the outlaw’s face fell into his hands. “Master what’s wrong?” He threw his arms instinctively around Robin’s shaking frame, pulling the younger man closer as a broken sob escaped his lips. “Acre?”
Robin was past replying but he leant into Much, burying his face in his friend’s shirt to hide the tears. It had been a while since the nightmares were this bad and it was all he could do not to cry out with the horror of it.
Much cradled his beloved master, feeling bruises bloom where Robin’s fingers dug into his arms. He ran his fingers though Robin’s short hair, pressing kisses to the top of his buried head. The Holy Land had done this to him, to both of them. Horrors enough to keep them both sleepless till the end of time but they found ways, ways to forget, to push the memories back. “Come on.” He pulled Robin to his feet, grabbing the tangle of blankets and leading him away from the camp.
Robin followed blindly, the nightmare leaving him shaky and broken. He stumbled on an unseen stone, throwing his hands out to stay the fall but Much’s arm was around him, warm and protecting and always there.
There was a hollow in the valley just a little way from the camp, a quiet spot where they could be alone. Much lead Robin by the wrist into the soft leaf litter to lay him down on the blankets. He knew it would hurt Robin’s pride if the others were to see him this way, so hurt and frightened. Only he was allowed to see this, he who been there too and understood the poison of memory.
Robin looked up at Much, his startling eyes red with tears. “Much I...” His voice cracked with pain but Much was beside him, pressing a finger to his lips and brushing away the tears.
“I know master. I’m here,” he whispered, his own voice unsteady as he stroked Robin’s cheek. “I know.” He bent to kiss the younger man, gently and reassuringly. This was their way, their way of pushing back the darkness for just a little longer. Robin let his head fall back, lips parting with a sigh as he welcome Much’s embrace; the older outlaw pressed him to the blankets.
Much almost moaned as he felt Robin give himself over to it, pliant and submissive in his arms. No-one but Much would ever see this side of their fearless leader. Robin who was always smiling, always in control, always had a plan; especially when he didn’t but here in this stolen hour, caught in the terrible pressure of the past, Much took over, lifted that weight from him, just as Robin wanted, just as he needed to hold the shadows at bay.
Much deepened the kiss, ravishing Robin’s mouth till the young outlaw panted though his nose, gasping for breath when Much finally released him to graze down his chin and throat with lips and tongue and the odd scrape of teeth. Robin’s back arched, hands scrabbling for purchase on the blanket as Much yanked the bandanna from Robin’s neck. The sting as he sucked at the hollow of Robin’s throat adding to the burn as the cloth tore free. Robin’s moans, pleasure mixed with pain, encouraged Much to go on. He stripping Robin roughly of his shirt before binding the younger man’s wrist above his head.
Robin flinched as hastily remove cloth brushed over fresh bruised skin and for a moment Much hesitated, hating being rough where most he wanted to go gently, to take this slow. He so much wanted to show Robin just how much he was loved but the pleading look in Robin’s eyes was enough. Robin knew. “Please Much. Please. Do this for me.”
“Only you.” Much whispered, pressing the length of his body against Robin’s, relishing his warmth and the hard ache that pressed against this hip. “I love you too well to say no.” He knelt over Robin, licking and kissing his way down the younger man’s pale torso, tracing each and every scar as if he could lick them clean and with them the pain that they left behind. The sharp sword cut of Acre, the graze of a falling piece of masonry at siege of Ascalon, the puckered skin of burns from Tyre, the Damascus arrowhead scar, barely visible now just above the waistband of Robin’s pants. Much lingered there, lavishing the tiny pale line over and over again, hands firm on Robin’s hips as the younger man bucked and moaned, whispering his name like a mantra against the past, breathy and urgent. “Please Much. Please. Please.”
Much bit his lip and nodded, refusing to meet his master’s tearful eyes as he stripped the young outlaw of the last of his clothing and shed his own pants, pulling Robin onto his stomach. With all his heart he wanted to do this differently, to prepare Robin, gently and slowly, to cradle him in his arms and look into his face but he knew this was what Robin needed, raw and hard so that he could feel every inch for days to come. He lined himself against the smooth skin of Robin’s ass and pressed in slow and deliberate, flinching as Robin cried in pain. He wrapped his arms around Robin’s narrow chest, pulling him close as he thrust again, feeling the younger man’s muscles clench around him, painfully and dangerously tight. “Forgive me master. Oh god! Forgive me.” He muttered as Robin’s frame shuddered with each thrust.
Robin was lost as soon as Much entered him, moaning uncontrollably as he was filled, each thrust pushed him further into the oblivion he so desperately wanted. Much’s name falling for his lips over and over again as if it was the only word left in the universe, his voice hoarse with screaming.
Much pulled back, the cool night air suddenly spreading over his skin as the hauled Robin onto his back, throwing the young man’s legs over his shoulder before pinning his hips down once more to plough into him. The sudden change caught Robin off guard as Much’s cock hit something deep inside him making him cry out and stiffen; his whole body taut as the world dissolved into that single moment of nothingness and light.
Robin came to in Much’s arms, still breathless, his heart pounding against the warmth of Much’s chest. “I’m here master. It’s alright.”
Robin reached up to thread his hand in Much’s hair, kissing his swear-slick lips in an outpouring of all the love and gratitude he had to give. He always found himself wanting to apology, knowing how hard this was on Much but sorry never seemed as right as thank you, especially when he didn’t need to say it out loud. This was their way, their way of holding it together against the world. Much smiled down at him, resting fingers on Robin’s heavy eyelids to guide them close. “Please master, for the love of God get some sleep. No more nightmares.”
Robin smiled, kissing the tips of Much’s fingers before falling into his embrace. “No more nightmares. Not with you here.”
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Date: 2008-02-21 11:27 am (UTC)In the words of my beloved Boyo Much 'I love you, have I ever told you that?!'
I love this, a pressie for me...thankyou so much.
Perfection, I love it, and yeah I'm a little lost for words cos wow, hotness. seriously, not sure what else to say aside from....GUH!
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Date: 2008-02-22 12:35 pm (UTC)Hey? Are there any groups worth posting this on that you know of?
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Date: 2008-02-22 07:48 pm (UTC)and some comms for posting this...
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Date: 2009-11-17 01:20 pm (UTC)But whoa. Very hot and also bittersweet. Poor Much, it so clear how much he loves Robin, that he'd do this for him.
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Date: 2009-11-17 01:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-17 02:23 pm (UTC)