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Ok this has only taken me like 10 months to finish! And finally...
Complete Broken Soul
Chapter: 2 of (was going to be 3, now looks like it’ll be written till no-one else likes it. Is this ok with everyone else?) You really need to have read the others (Links below) to get this one, this is not just self-pimpage.
Pairing: Robin/Guy of Gisborne, Robin/Sheriff of Nottingham (Both non-con)
Rating: NC-17 (Really take notice of this, please!)
Warning: Bondage, Sadism, Rape, Bloodplay (and not of the nice Vampire type), Breathplay, torture (Best word I can use for it!). In short NOT NICE!!
Spoilers: Episodes 1 and 2 possible, but not really.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Mainly because if I did this... Well...
Feedback: Seriously, tell me what I'm doing write and wrong, also if you have any suggestions for things feel free to put them forward. Flames, as in not constructive criticism, will be used to burn copies of The Mail, The Sun and The Daily Express... And possibly the conservative nationalist shits that run them...
A/N’s: Wow! Apparently this went down well with the reviewers! I now have a problem, because see originally Robin was going to escape, but I fear I may have a riot on my hands if I let him go. So if you do review, can you please just leave a little message saying if you want him to get out or not. Also, if you want more Vasey, some Much, anything really! Just so I know what my audience want.
A/N 2: Still not a nice fic! It appears I can only be nice to characters from Primeval, and the nice sequel to A Small Sacrifice is still stuck in the early stages. Also as an aside, the sheet thing in the beginning is adapted from an original fic I wrote at the age of about 13-14, appears I've always been a sick puppy!
Others in series: A Small Sacrifice, Complete Broken Soul Part 1
When Robin wakes its to find the sheet has seemingly glued itself to his back by way of the dried blood and every movement pulls at it. His face is tight with dry tears and his eyes ache with more.
Disorientated, it takes him a few seconds to work out why he’s awake, and it’s only when a hand lands on his thigh that he realises. It’s because someone has walked in and sat on the bed. The same someone whose hand now lies on his leg, fingers slowly caressing the flesh.
“You’re awake.” The voice is soft, almost caring. Robin shakes his head slightly to clear it, and moves his head slowly to see who it is. He tries to move away when his mind finally accepts it’s instinctive decision and he registers that Guy is sat on the bed, eyes looking soft. Hand still stroking like yesterday.
He moans slightly at the pain that shoots from his back, gritting his teeth in a futile attempt to appear stronger. “It’ll hurt for a while, I’ve got something to stop it getting infected though.” He stands and walks around the bed to stand infront of Robin’s head, fingers reaching to cord through the sweat stiff hair. Softening his touch when Robin whimpers. “It’s ok, I’ll take care of you. Last night was a slip, you didn’t know the rules, and once you do, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry I was harsh but it had to be done. Now, lets deal with the wounds shall we.” He doesn’t sound cheery, but Robin’s certain that’s merely because Guy doesn’t know how to sound cheery and this is his best approximation of it. “Roll onto your front.”
Robin doesn’t move. He figures if breathing hurts then moving his entire body is something he doesn’t want to try.
“Boy...”
“M’ not a boy.” Robin slurs. Interrupting Guy.
“Fine. I was going to wait till after I treated your wounds to go over this, but you leave me no option. These are the rules, Robin, to be adhered to. You do not hurt me, or the Sheriff or anyone else in this castle. You obey all orders when given in a timely fashion.” Guy leans closer, his fetid breath hot against Robin’s cheek. “And I will call you whatever the fuck I want to. Roll onto your front, now Boy.”
“I’m about two years younger than you.” Robin’s voice is slight, but Guy hears every word because of their close proximity.
Guy doesn’t respond. He pulls away. Breathing growing harsh. His hand moves too quickly for Robin to move away, striking his face. Leather making the slap sting harder, redden the skin. Robin is still reeling when both of Guy’s hands grab his body, one at his shoulder the other at his hip, and roll him forcibly onto his front.
The sheet gets caught under Robin’s body, ripping itself from the skin with a sickening sound. Robin screams. Thrashing beneath Guy’s hands, as they finish a job already started, pulling the blanket away from the rest of Robin’s back, re-opening lacerations. Robin feels fresh blood run warm down his sides. Feels it quickly cooling as it soaks into the mattress, and can smell it’s coppery scent filling the room, as it did last night. As the pain subsides slightly, he tries to stop moaning, biting almost through his tongue and lip, tasting the blood he can smell.
He screams again as Guy straddles his hips, trousers pressing into the lower welts on his thighs and buttocks. He tries to buck when Guy grabs his arms pressing them into the pillow above his head, and tying them securely with a rope that is already attached to the bedstead. He feels Guy’s breath against the back of his neck, and he shudders as Guy draws his hands down Robin’s arms.
He bucks at the first touch of cold against the rips on his back, biting back small screams at each press of fingers. Carelessly poking the rent flesh. His head swims as the pain increases, Guy’s hands working lower on his body, he tries to wiggle again, futile he knows, as Guy’s fingers gets closer to his arse. Stroking almost tenderly in contrast with the treatment of the rest of his back. The touches grow harsh once again against his thighs and then they stop. Robin can still feel Guy’s weight across the back of his legs, still feel the leather trousers, their fabric now skin warmed.
Every movement pulled at the weeping skin. Every breath a sharp pain.
“Beautiful.” Robin feels more than hears the rush of breath against the back of his neck as Guy leans forward to brush a kiss over the sweat slick skin. He closes his eyes tight against the tears, feeling them slip down his cheeks. He bites his lips again as Guy pulls away and begins to slowly massage a paste into Robin’s back. Making sure every welt and cut is thoroughly coated in the concoction before leaning to let a small bowl fall from his fingers to the floor. “There.” Guy sounds contented with his work, and let his still damp fingers trail down Robin’s sides.
Robin freezes when one finger brushes over his entrance, before it slips in slowly, smoothing the cream into the tears. A slight moan slips free.
He looses track of time as the pain makes his head swim. Coming back to himself when something similar to pleasure shoots through his body as Guy touches something inside him, he jerks, swearing slightly as it jars his back and moans as it presses Guy's finger harder against that little spot. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Guy sounds smug, and Robin twists his head around to stare into his face.
"Stop it. Let me go." The effort to hold his head up becomes to much and he lets it fall back to the bed.
"Where would you go boy? You're dead remember. No-one will be waiting for you. You'd be better off staying here with us." Robin flinches at the fingers Guy cards through his hair at that point, moaning when it pushes him further onto Guy’s finger.
He hears Guy murmur to himself, before he leans forward to slide his fingers through the bowl of ointment, smearing the oily substance across the other hand and it's fingers, before going back to Robin's neck, this time not stroking just pushing slightly at the base of it. Working the finger still inside Robin harder, pressing more and more on that little spot and to his horror Robin feels his cock twitch slightly beneath him, a slight half moan slipping free before he can catch it. He groans as a second slender finger began to circle his entrance, smearing the cream around before slipping in to join the other one. Scissoring open and stretching the tears so Robin swears some of them re-open, pain lancing through him, making him buck as Guy presses two fingers firmly to that little spot and slides another in to stroke against his insides, his stomach twisting in sick pleasure as the pain seems to become more muted at each press on that magic spot inside him, his cock twitching more and more.
Guy suddenly pulls both hands from Robin's body, leaving him wondering for a moment what's going on before damp fingers wrap around his hips and pull him up onto all fours, stretching the skin on his back, buttocks and thighs so he screams. Before those fingers are back in him, pressing and rubbing and twisting him open. The other hand sliding around his front and wrapping slender fingers around his soft, limp cock. He tries to move away when Guy presses his chest along his back, buckles and buttons pressing into welts and cuts, feeling warm breath against his ear as Guy whispers.
"You're so beautiful like this, hurting and bleeding, all laid out for me. Want to fuck you and play with you, and I'll make you want it too. You'll beg me to hurt you, touch you, use you like the whore you'll be. I promise you that." Robin feels the fingers slip from him and hears buckles sliding undone, shuddering when the head of Guy's cock presses against his slicked arse, biting down on a groan as it slides inside him so slowly, stretching the tears till Robin swears he can feel them re-opening, blood trickling back out as Guy seats himself fully.
He tries to move forward, realising that it merely pushes him into Guy's other hand, still wrapped around his cock, Guy moans and wraps his hand tighter around Robin, stroking slowly, with a slight twist at the end, teeth scraping down the back of Robin's neck, Guy began to rock slowly, so much different to the Sheriff, rubbing his cock along that spot deep inside, causing waves of sensation to crash over Robin.
Guy's hands slide up his arms, too reminiscent of last time for Robin not to flinch, slipping the bindings on his wrists, arms slipping back down to wrap around his chest and pull him up to his knees in the centre of the bed. Guy's cock slipping deeper in him, brushing against that spot again. He feels the rub of Guy's leather jacket against the welts and lashes on his back, sweat and blood slowly easing the passage.
He groans loudly when one of Guy's fingers reaches down to where they are joined running it around Robin's hole, before bringing the blood slicked finger back around into Robin's field of vision. Guy breathes into his ear, a sharp buck of his hips driving harder than he has done previously, still shy of the Sheriff's brutal pace, pressing the finger to Robin's chest, running it down the sweat slicked skin, leaving behind a line of weak red, that glistens in the candlelight.
Guy's finger goes back to Robin's hole, collecting more of the blood before bringing it direct in line with Robin's eyes. Breathing "Beautiful." into his ear, before pressing it firmly against Robin's lips as he thrusts in particularly harshly, forcing Robin's mouth open in a slight gasp, allowing him to press the blood and whatever else stained finger into Robin's mouth.
Robin bites down, choking on the taste of metal as he breaks the skin. Guy pulls his finger out, wrapping his whole hand around Robin's throat and squeezing, pushing him back harder against Guy's chest and harder onto Guy's cock buried to the root in his arse, as Robin's fingers scrabble against the hand seemingly welded to his throat and getting tighter, if that's even possible, Guy's hand wraps tighter around his cock, letting sweat slick his movements, as he roughly starts pounding harder and harder, using the hand on Robin's throat to pull him forward, so his chest is pressed to the coverlet, his movements growing more and more violent, Robin fights the pleasure, fingers scratching and scrabbling at the hand around his throat, scratching rents in both his neck and Guy's hand, feeling blood and flesh under his fingernails, and watching explosions before his eyes, although whether from lack of oxygen or the pleasure-pain-something Guy is forcing upon him he doesn't know, gasping for breath.
He screams silently into the mattress when a last final cruel twisting stroke, coupled with a harsh plunging thrust push him over the edge, his body going limp as he blacks out, falling forward.
Guy grunts once as he spills, hand briefly tightening at Robin's throat, feeling the younger man slump underneath him. A muttered curse on his lips as he pulls his sensitive flesh out of that sweet hole. Letting Robin fall to the mattress after finally convincing his hands to let go of his throat and cock, he pulls back, one hand reaching over tenderly to stroke the hair on the back of Robin's neck, sweat damp, down against his neck, before pulling him onto his side and sliding him closer to the left side of the bed.
He pulls himself from the bed, wincing at the blood on the bed, and the cuts on his hand, slowly pulling his clothes off and piling them next to the bed before pulling a clean sheet from under it and flinging the blood and skin crusted one into the corner with the chains.
Laying next to Robin he pulls the unconscious man close against him, stroking a hand slowly over his shoulder, before throwing the sheet over them. He knows he only has a few minutes before the man regains consciousness, hopefully with his mental faculties intact, and allows himself this brief moment of compassion, something he rarely indulges in.
He hopes that soon Robin will accept his place, will even begin to enjoy his time here, and he even hopes through he knows it's almost impossible that maybe Robin could come to love him, Guy, just a fraction of the amount Guy thinks he loves Robin. Then again he's almost certain it's not love, just lust, but he can kid himself for just this moment
Tbc...