Drabbles: Painful - Branded - Bruises
Painful
Lancelot loved to train. It kept him fast, strong and fit, regardless of the bruising on his body. Sparring with Gwaine or Arthur taught him how to deal with someone as good as himself. Fighting Elyan maintained his skills with someone smaller, lighter and faster than himself. Lancelot’s proficiency was really put to the test against Leon or Percival with their longer reach and greater strength.
Still, Lancelot loved to train. Despite the aches and pains, and the contusions, he gladly accepted it all. However, the occasional glimpse of her put the most painful bruise of all on his heart.
Branded
Percival was a marked man. Like the horses in the stables or the cattle on a farm, he was branded with the mark of his owner. Percival never thought he’d ever be owned by anyone. To be the property of another human being always felt wrong to him.
Never had Percival suspected that being a marked man could be pleasurable. His owner was a good person, forthright, kind, and courageous. But, unlike a bull or stallion, the branding did was not painful, though there was much heat involved in the making.
Percival touched Arthur’s brand on his neck and smiled.
Bruises
“But what if someone sees it?” Arthur whined.
“Who’s going to be looking there?” Percival replied. He thought it was well hidden.
“When I take a bath Merlin might see it,” Arthur pouted.
“He knows to keep his mouth shut.” Percival shot back. “But I’m going to have to wear a neckerchief for a week,” the knight complained.
“I’m sorry, I got carried away,” Arthur replied as he touched the reddened spot on Percival’s neck.
“It’s not a large as yours, though,” Percival answered, smiling.
Arthur grinned at the bruise on his inner thigh next to his plump ball sack.