Ficlet: "Brotherhood," 1/1, Robin Hood BBC, Robin/Guy.
Title: "Brotherhood"
Author: monimala
Fandom: Robin Hood BBC
Disclaimer: Auntie Beeb owns all.
Summary; 325 words. For sandrine, who answered my call for first kiss prompts with Robin/Guy.
It should happen when they're fighting, as everything does. As they're raining blows on one another, backing up against a tree or tumbling in the dirt, spitting epithets and tormenting each other with the memory of Marian. When their passion and anger is running high and they are blinded to everything but the sensation of fist against flesh and the satisfaction of drawing blood.
But that is not when Robin finds himself kissing Guy of Gisborne. No. 'Tis worse than that. It's something that cannot be blamed on the heat of fury and the blurred line between that fury and lust but instead of the folly of too many spirits… and the absence of one spirit in particular. He kisses Guy one evening as they sit round the campfire, foxed on cheap ale and bitters. Sloppy, fond, lips pressed to Guy's temple as if he's his half-mad little brother. "Didn't take long for you to join the right side, now did it?" he crows.
Guy, who may be a tad bit more sober, or at least better at hiding how far in his cups he is, makes a low, threatening sound in his throat, pulling his face away and glowering with his villainous blue eyes. "That, Hood, remains to be seen," he scoffs.
"Oi!" Robin huffs, insulted. "Come on now, you're here, aren't you?"
Guy stares at him for a long moment, tilts his head and smiles that infuriating smug smile. "Aye. That I am." And then he wraps one palm around the base of Robin's neck and draws him close once more. Close enough to whisper the threat. "And perhaps I'm really here to kill you while you sleep. Did you ever consider that?"
"Not a once." Robin blinks. Lies. And erases the space between them with a kiss that's anything but sloppy or fond. It's fierce, with a purpose... and there is not a single trace of Marian to be found in it.
June 23, 2009
Author: monimala
Fandom: Robin Hood BBC
Disclaimer: Auntie Beeb owns all.
Summary; 325 words. For sandrine, who answered my call for first kiss prompts with Robin/Guy.
It should happen when they're fighting, as everything does. As they're raining blows on one another, backing up against a tree or tumbling in the dirt, spitting epithets and tormenting each other with the memory of Marian. When their passion and anger is running high and they are blinded to everything but the sensation of fist against flesh and the satisfaction of drawing blood.
But that is not when Robin finds himself kissing Guy of Gisborne. No. 'Tis worse than that. It's something that cannot be blamed on the heat of fury and the blurred line between that fury and lust but instead of the folly of too many spirits… and the absence of one spirit in particular. He kisses Guy one evening as they sit round the campfire, foxed on cheap ale and bitters. Sloppy, fond, lips pressed to Guy's temple as if he's his half-mad little brother. "Didn't take long for you to join the right side, now did it?" he crows.
Guy, who may be a tad bit more sober, or at least better at hiding how far in his cups he is, makes a low, threatening sound in his throat, pulling his face away and glowering with his villainous blue eyes. "That, Hood, remains to be seen," he scoffs.
"Oi!" Robin huffs, insulted. "Come on now, you're here, aren't you?"
Guy stares at him for a long moment, tilts his head and smiles that infuriating smug smile. "Aye. That I am." And then he wraps one palm around the base of Robin's neck and draws him close once more. Close enough to whisper the threat. "And perhaps I'm really here to kill you while you sleep. Did you ever consider that?"
"Not a once." Robin blinks. Lies. And erases the space between them with a kiss that's anything but sloppy or fond. It's fierce, with a purpose... and there is not a single trace of Marian to be found in it.
June 23, 2009