Fic: In the Darkness of the Knight (original) (raw)

Title: In the Darkness of the Knight

Word count: 656

Rating: It's not work safe, though you probably shouldn't read your fanfic at work anyway. R-M, not graphic but adult in nature.

Paring: Guy/John

Warnings: spoilers for season 3, abuse, emotional manipulation, and if you squint I suppose you could call a bit bondage but it's more along the lines of imprisonment then intimate.

Summery: The sheriff left Guy to die, but the prince may just be able to give him a reason to live. If you have seen season 3, then you know where the missing scene fits.

Disclaimer: I'm not really sure who owns Robin Hood in this incarnation, but it's definitely not me. I make no money from writing this and it is purely done for my entertainment. No harm to the owners of the copyrights or the actors was intended. All characters depicted are to be assumed to be of legal age to consent to sex according to modern laws.

The burning sting of too many of the whip's lashes to count accompanied the raw aching that sung through Guy's shoulders from when lack of food and sheer exhaustion caused his body to just hang limply from the shackles. He had lost track of time as well as the number of injuries he had acquired in prince John's dungeon, despite the weak light that tricked through the ceiling to mark it's passage.

What he had not lost track of were his crimes against the world, himself, and his country, whether ruled by John or by his brother. He deserved this torment, really, so there was little point in fighting his captor. No, it was best to try finally to be a good man and take his punishment as well as he could.

The heavy iron fence work of his cell door opened with a whining protest that he had given up the rights to within the confines of his mind, and he knew it was time for more pain. Regal and silken, he heard the voice of his finely dressed keeper as he dismissed his entourage and approached him. Guy watched with resignation as a satin encased hand rose to be level with his face, expecting another blow. What he got instead was a tender caress along his stubbly cheek, and gentle soothing murmurs, gentleness he had no right to, and he could no longer keep his tears in.

“Such a shame.” John muttered, close enough that Guy could feel his breath on his lips. “You were always so beautiful, Guy. It hurts me more then you know to have to do this to you when I would rather be spoiling you with the finest things in London. But it must be done. You know you deserve this and worse for disobeying me.”

Guy only nodded his agreement. He knew that ever since he'd returned from the Holy Land, no , ever since Marian, he'd hesitated and even out right chose not to do his duty to the sheriff, and in turn, his prince. And, had he not failed her, it may have been worth while, but now? His mistakes had him right where he belonged and he knew it.

His prince continued, still gentle, almost loving. “Had you been anyone else, I would have executed you already, but I know you. You do love me. Even now, when I have had to be so cruel, do you not weep for putting me in this position? Yet you would thank me, wouldn't you, had I given you permission to speak?”

Again guy nodded, weeping openly. The hand on his cheek moved higher to his bruised and shackled wrist. “You have taken my anger so well” John said over the clicking of metal shifting on metal “that I think you deserve a chance to make this right.”.

The shackles came open, and Guy began to fall. He truly expected to hit the filthy floor beneath him, but strong arms in fine silk caught him and held on securely. John was careful with him, mindful of the wounds that he had made. Finding that Guy wouldn't be able to walk, he scooped the man up like a child and carried him to the plush royal bed chambers.

Behind closed and locked doors, John washed, bandaged and shaved his wayward knight personally. He helped him eat and drink while lounging beside him on the softness of his bed. And when the servants had gone to sleep for the night, John took his pleasure from the weakened man till dawn kissed the sky, content in knowing Guy was ready to give his very soul to him.

The sheriff of Nottingham was about to sincerely regret his repeated failures, the man he looked upon as a son would be the one to punish him, and John intended to have front row seats to watch the fun.