An Eye for an Eye, ch 10/11

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Title:  An Eye for an Eye, Chapter Ten
Author:  Whytewytch4
Word Count:  1837
Rating:  MA++ for graphic sex
Warnings:  Non-con scene
Characters:  Allan, Guy Marian, Much, Robin, Vasey
Disclaimer:  Characters belong to BBC and Tiger Aspect.  No money being made, I write them for the pure enjoyment (and the occasional nice comment or two--hint, hint...)
A/N:  What if Guy's family had stayed in Locksley, and he had been given his position through right of inheritance rather than being appointed by Vasey?  What if his vassel lord, Robert of Huntingdon, was a real pain in the...well, anyway.
Summary:  Vasey threatens Guy.  Robin hatches a plan to help his lover.
Beta help:  Many thanks to jagnikjen*  for her beta help.  Any persistent mistakes are purely mine.
**To view the whole story, click on the link on the left of the page, as per robinfanatic*  's suggestion.  I had the heck of a time trying to link the chapters, so this was the best I could do.

Climbing the stairs two at a time, Guy arrived on the landing outside of Robin’s door.  He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he would find.  Please don’t be an arrow wound in the side, he prayed.  He opened the door to find Robin lying in the bed, covers up to his armpits, eyelashes resting seductively along the top of his cheekbones.  Guy moved forward, closing the door behind him.

 

 

Robin sucked in his breath as Much cleaned the wound.

“I’m not going to say I told you so, I’m just not.”

“Much, leave the man be.  He’s ‘urt and don’t need you griping at ‘im about it.”

“I’m just saying—”

“Don’t.”  Allan looked worriedly at Robin.  He knew his new friend would not die, but any injury was serious.

Robin lay sweating on the bed in his chamber as Much tended him, gritting his teeth against the pain.  Only a couple of stitches had been required, and Much had been liberal with the alcohol, both on the wound and in the patient.  Allan shooed Much out the door as soon as he was done, the two of them leaving Robin to find his rest.

 
--->

 

Guy finished escorting Camston to Nottingham, then excused himself, claiming a need to check on his wife and family with brigands in the area.  He rode home to do just that, then off to Bonchurch after telling Marian he must return to Nottingham.  He arrived at Bonchurch Manor at dusk and, handing the reins to a stable lad, entered the house.  Two servants sat at the table in the main room, eating bread and drinking ale.

“Who are you?” Guy demanded.  The one with the light-colored beard he had seen before, but he had not seen the man with the blue eyes and the long lashes.

“Much, My Lord Gisbourne.  One of Lord Bonchurch’s servants.  And this is, this is…”

Allan bowed low.  “Allan A’Dale at yer service, Milord.  I’m Much’s cousin, just arrived not a day ago.”

“Really.  Where is your master?”

“He is upstairs, My Lord.  He is in bed.”

“At this hour?”

“He is injured.”

Guy’s gaze sharpened, pinned Much where he stood.

“Injured?  How?”

“Well he, that is to say he—”

“He fell off ‘is ‘orse.”

“Robin fell off his horse?”

“Aye, ‘e was riding through some woods and the ‘orse, it spooked, ya know?  Sir Robin fell an’ got ‘urt.  He’ll be all right, though.  Just needs rest.”

“Oh, and what are you, a healer?”  Guy’s voice dripped with disdain.

“Well, no, but…”

Guy glared at the men.  “Get out.”

“Until when?” Much spluttered.

“Until I send for you to come back.”  Guy advanced menacingly at the men, who scrambled out the door. 

Climbing the stairs two at a time, Guy arrived on the landing outside of Robin’s door.  He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he would find.  Please don’t be an arrow wound in the side, he prayed.  He opened the door to find Robin lying in the bed, covers up to his armpits, eyelashes resting seductively along the top of his cheekbones.  Guy moved forward, closing the door behind him.

Robin opened one sleepy eye and then the other.  “Guy?”

“Robin.  Please tell me you fell from your horse.”

“What?”

“Your injury.  Tell me you fell from your horse.”
”Yeah, Guy.  I fell from my horse.  Why?”

“Because it would go bad for you, and for me, if you had been shot with an arrow instead.”

“I understand, Guy.”

“Do you?  Do you know what’s at stake, Robin?  The sheriff would…if he found out…there would be only one way for me to save myself, and I’m not sure it would save you, too.”

“Come here, Guy.”

The soft command in Robin’s voice had Guy losing the control he had fought to keep all day and he collapsed next to Robin, burying his face in Robin’s neck.

“Christ, Robin.  If the sheriff were to hang you, I—“

“Shhh, Guy.  It’ll never happen.  I fell from my horse, remember?”

“And the money?”

“A rich uncle died.”

“Robin…”  Guy’s voice held a note of warning as he raised his head to look into Robin’s mischievous eyes.

“Stay with me tonight.”

“I can’t.  What would your peasants say?”

“That my vassal lord cares for my health.”

“I do care for your health, Robin, and that’s why I must go.  I want to fuck you into submission, slam into you until you swear to me that you’ll just be a good little lordling and do as I say.”

“Mmmm, sounds yummy.”

“Robin, I will not risk injuring you further.  I will come back when the council is over.  By then, you should be healed and I will take you then and make you submit to me.  Perhaps I should hang you from the ceiling of a barn again.”  Guy’s dark blue eyes were unfathomable as he stared at Robin for a moment before turning on his heel to leave.

 

---> 

 

Marian was surprised at the feel of the bed shifting as of someone lying on it; she tried to scream, but found her mouth blocked by another.  She relaxed as she recognized her husband in the dim moonlight.  Guy’s mouth was brutal on hers, his painful kisses soon had her struggling. 

“Submit,” Guy ordered, pulling his mouth away and tearing her clothes from her body.  He pulled her to the floor, forcing her to her knees to service him with her mouth.  He was rough, choking her, and she was glad when he stopped and threw her to the bed. 

She barely had time to think before he yanked her legs open, pushing against her soft flesh and plunging cruelly into her.  She cried out in pain, initially still dry, but then Guy’s motion lubricated her and she was beginning to feel pleasure at her husband’s ferocity.  A few more thrusts and Guy withdrew completely, rolling her to her knees.  He drove back into her, his motions quick and hard; she was surprised and a little disgusted to hear and feel Guy spit on her bottom.  A moment later, she felt a damp finger invade her ass, opening her to him.  She remembered the last time he had pushed his fingers into her ass and whimpered in anticipation.

Guy fucked her ass with his fingers, making her writhe in pleasure.  Soon, he removed his fingers from her clenching hole and tore a strip off of her shift, quickly using it to gag her.  He withdrew from her moist center, opening her bottom cheeks and pressing his cock against her asshole.  Still feeling the violent need to punish, he pushed forward, even as Marian struggled beneath him, squealing through the gag.  He gripped her hips tighter, forcing her to take him into her, thrusting roughly in and out, long hard strokes that forced her ass open.  He fucked her like he would kill her with his cock, all the time thinking of Robin, of the trouble Robin would be in if the sheriff found out about his thievery, about how the sheriff would punish Guy for not paying his taxes.  He found his release just as this last thought entered his mind, and it was with a sense of remorse and irony that he emptied himself into his wife’s body.

When he could find his breath, he untied the gag and held Marian close, whispering apologies to her as the tears ran down her face. 

“Marian, I’m so sorry.  Please forgive me.  I’ve been under a lot of pressure—the taxes, the sheriff.  I love you, Marian.  It won’t happen again.” 

Guy rocked her and held her until morning light entered the room.  He watched his wife rise and go to use the water closet, hastily cleaning himself and dressing while she was in the little room.

Marian came out, refusing to look at him, and washed her face before pulling her robe tight around her.

“If you ever do that again, Guy, I will make sure that you never can do that again, are we understood?”

Guy swallowed miserably and nodded.

“I think you should go back to Nottingham now and stay there.”

Guy rose and, without a backward glance, left their bedroom.

 
--->

 

“Ah, Guy.  There you are.  Good night?”  Vasey’s insinuation was not lost on any present and the other lords guffawed loudly.

“My Lord.”  Guy nodded his head to Vasey, refusing to answer one way or the other.

“So I heard from Lord Camston that the outlaw was wounded in your meeting with him yesterday.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“I have sent out soldiers to look for wounded men in the area, just in case our outlaw is hiding in plain sight.”

Guy blanched and a muscle twitched in his jaw.  “Why would he do that, My Lord?”
“Why not?  Who knows?  He could be one of the local peasants, maybe even one of yours.”

“My Lord, let me handle my own peasants.  If it was one of them, he will pay.”

Vasey smiled enigmatically.

“Don’t bother yourself, Locksley.  We already found him, early this morning.  As it turns out, he is one of yours.  Claims it was a horse riding accident.  Bring out the prisoner!”  Vasey’s voice had gone from gentle to a resounding yell in the span of a heartbeat, making the men in the room flinch.

Guy nearly collapsed as Robin was dragged forward in chains.

“My Lord, you must be mistaken.  This man is one of my vassal lords, a nobleman.  He would have no reason to rob from a fellow noble.”

“And yet, he bears a mark that looks amazingly like an arrow skated along his side right in the place where Camston’s knight said that he wounded the villain.”

Guy strode toward Robin, raising his chin to look into his lover’s eyes.  “Would you steal from a peer?”

“No, Sir Guy.  Never.”

“And how did you come by your injury?”
“I fell from a horse.”

Guy searched Robin’s face, ostensibly looking for signs of deceit.  He turned back to face the sheriff and the other nobles.

“I believe him, my lords.  Robin of Bonchurch has been my loyal serf for more than a dozen years now.  He would do nothing to bring me shame.”

The sheriff snorted and rolled his eyes.

“How touching.  Lock him back up.  I’ll see to him later.  Let’s begin our council, shall we?”

 
--->

 

Guy roamed Nottingham town, looking for Robin’s servant or his cousin.  The guards had not allowed him to see Robin, per the sheriff’s orders; the only thing Guy could think to do was to let the servant, who seemed a loyal friend as well, know what was happening.  Perhaps there really was a bigger group of outlaws that Robin traveled with, who might be able to rescue him.  He found the servant hanging about close to the castle as he had thought he would, but had the Devil of a time tracking him down, as the little peasant was quick, agile, and afraid of Guy.  Finally, Guy pinned the man to a wall.

“Your master is in grave danger.  You must find a way to rescue him if I fail to.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Your master must live.”

Much swallowed and nodded, scampering away the moment Guy released him.  Guy squared his shoulders and set off to do what he could; he was pretty sure he knew what would be required in payment, and a small grim smile played at the edges of his mouth as he thought of how his abuse of Marian had already come back to haunt him.