Fic: Missing Masters (Much/Legrand, NC-17)
Title: Missing Masters
Author: wastingyourgum
Words: 3668
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Legrand/Much
Mentions: Robin, King Richard (implied Robin/Much, Legrand/King Richard, Robin/King Richard)
Genre: Slash, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Attempted non-con, slash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own anything you find familiar.
Notes: Set in the Holy Land, pre-series 1 with a brief epilogue in Sherwood during 2x11.
Summary: Legrand can't sleep - which is very fortunate for a certain manservant...
Missing Masters
Legrand couldn't sleep.
He lay on his bed, staring up at the roof of his tent, trying and failing to not think about it.
He was there now... with the king... with that insufferable cocky grin and lithe, young body that Richard lusted after so much - Locksley.
Even if Richard hadn't yet persuaded the young man into his bed - and Legrand wouldn't bet any money on that - Locksley had been given the place of honour both at Richard's table and in his heart. Bad enough to know Richard no longer cared for Legrand's company, but to hear him speak so favourably about the young English archer was salt rubbed into the wound. Not least because, try as Legrand might to hate the man, he couldn't do it. Locksley was a good soldier and Legrand had never once seen him actively encourage Richard's affections or try to profit by them.
He sighed, rolled out of his cot and tore open the flap which served as the door of his tent. The air outside was refreshingly cool - not as good as some cold water on his face would have been, but that was a luxury one couldn't afford here.
He stretched his arms up over his head to get some of the stiffness out of his back. As he did so, he glanced over to the king's tent - and froze.
Where are the guards?
He dropped his arms to his sides and his eyes scanned the rows of tents, stopping when he thought he saw movement. He started running towards it, his long legs covering the short distance in moments.
He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find - Saracen assassins most likely - but not this. Battles he could understand - this was far uglier.
The man being held over the top of the barrel looked barely conscious. That seemed to matter little to the three guards standing around him. The one at his head, and on the left from Legrand's position, was fumbling to pull himself out of his breeches. The one behind him already had his breeches around his knees. As Legrand watched he finished tying his captive's hands behind his back and tugged down the unfortunate man's braies in a similar fashion to his own, exposing the man's pale backside. The third man standing between them, behind the barrel, was holding a torch and stroking himself through his clothes in anticipation of replacing whichever of his colleagues finished first.
Legrand was furious. To take another against their will, man or woman, for sport was almost the lowest crime imaginable. But to leave your post at the king's door to do it? Unforgivable.
Legrand reached for his sword, cursing as he realised he'd left his weapons in his tent and was only wearing his shirt and breeches. As he drew closer his battle instincts kicked in and he swiftly appraised the situation.
The man over the barrel looked to be a servant or squire of a poorer knight. His head was bleeding but otherwise he appeared unharmed - so far anyway. Unarmed but may struggle and panic if disoriented - don't forget he's there.
The man stroking himself was also not armed - he couldn't have been on duty. Holding the torch with his right hand - probably left-handed.
The man at the servant's mouth had only a dagger which he pressed to the servant's throat. His sword belt lay at his feet, the sword still in its scabbard. Dagger in the left hand, may have wanted his right free to open his breeches - assume right-handed for now, be prepared for him to switch.
The other was still wearing his sword - Legrand could see it bouncing against his bare thigh as the man stroked himself to get hard. Most likely also has a dagger on the other side of his belt - take him out first.
Legrand ran silently across the sand and ducked round a tent to the right, bringing him up behind the swordsman. Before any of them could react to his presence he grabbed the man's head in both hands and twisted his neck with a loud snap. Legrand didn't even need to look to know the man was dead. He was already throwing a punch at the man holding the torch. Legrand's fist connected with his jaw. The torch sailed from his hand and he fell stunned to the ground.
The third man had swapped his dagger to his other hand but Legrand had anticipated this. He ducked back out of reach as it was swung wildly in his direction. He grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and drove it hard up under the man's ribs then let him go. The man staggered and fell across his dead comrade.
The unarmed man got to his feet. Legrand grabbed him before he could recover himself too much. The man struggled but stilled as Legrand held him firmly.
"Qui êtes-vous?" Legrand growled.
"M-Maurice de Bergerac."
Legrand had hoped to discover an Englishman or Frank - his stomach turned at the knowledge it was one of his own countrymen.
"Savez-vous qui je suis?"
"Oui. V-Vous êtes Legrand."
"" Legrand told him. "" He released de Bergerac and shoved him away. "" He pointed at the two corpses. "wish you had joined them in a swift death. Am I clear?>"
"Oui." de Bergerac ran off, glancing fearfully back at the two bodies on the sand.
Legrand turned his attention to the unfortunate soul still lying half-naked across the barrel. He braced himself against the bound man's legs to hold him while he untied him.
"No...please..."
English - poor bastard. "Hold still. I'm not going to hurt you."
He untied him and tried to help him stand but the man's legs buckled almost as soon as he was upright. Legrand caught him under his shoulders and the back of his knees and swung him up into his arms.
"Where - where are you taking me, my Lord?"
"The healers."
The man wriggled and Legrand had to tense his arms to avoid dropping him. "No! No please, my Lord, not the healers, please. I- I don't want my master to find out."
Legrand stopped and took a deep breath. "Fine. Whose man are you? Where do you sleep?"
The man relaxed again. He gestured towards the tents to their left. "Over there."
"Can you walk?"
"Yes. I think so."
Legrand set the man down and supported him under his arms as he found his balance.
They approached one of the smaller tents. Legrand kept one arm around the servant, supporting him in case he should swoon again.
The servant gestured to a small cot at the back, covered by a threadbare blanket.
Legrand steered him towards it, turned them both round then sat down. The cot creaked under their combined weight.
The servant closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. His face was still ashen and he was trembling.
"How do you feel?" Legrand asked him. He felt for the life beat in the man's neck. It was strong enough; he was merely shaken by the evening's events - and who would not be?
"Fine, thank you, my Lord. Just a bit light-headed."
Legrand took the opportunity to inspect the cut on the man's head. It was long but fairly shallow.
"Your head is hard, not light, my friend," he joked.
The man gave a small sad laugh. "My master would say the same. Hard but empty."
"Where is your master?"
"He's not here. He's... with another."
The choice of words could hold several meanings but the servant's face and demeanour made the context clear. "And you wish he was with you." Legrand voiced what had not been said. He knew all too well what the servant was feeling.
The servant nodded glumly. He blinked and a single tear ran down his cheek. Legrand reached out to brush it away and the servant looked up at him in surprise.
Legrand froze, his hand still against the man's cheek, stunned by the beauty of his eyes. You could lose yourself forever in such depths. He slid his hand round the back of the man's neck and pulled him forwards so their lips met. The servant went rigid with fright and Legrand backed off, cursing his own insensitivity. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage."
"N-No, please - don't apologise, my Lord. It was my fault." A response born of years of servitude.
Legrand sighed. "No - it wasn't." The man nodded again but his head dropped submissively. Legrand lifted the man's chin and looked hard into those blue pools again. "None of what happened tonight was your fault. You must remember that."
"Yes, my Lord."
"You will be fine. Get some sleep."
The servant hesitated and then suddenly he was sobbing and clutching to Legrand's chest like a drowning man. Legrand held him and stroked his hair, making soothing noises till his tears subsided.
The servant sat back and dragged his sleeve across his nose. "Forgive me. I'm sorry, my Lord."
Legrand still had one arm around the man's shoulders. He tightened it, giving the man a subtle hug. "Don't be. Better?"
Another nod. "Yes, my Lord. Thank you...for everything."
"Pas du tout."
The servant sniffed and looked up at him, then stretched his neck up and his lips brushed against Legrand's.
Legrand smiled. "Thank you - but you don't have to--"
"I-I want to - really." He pressed his lips more firmly to Legrand's.
Legrand could feel the need for reassurance in that simple contact. "You should wait for your master's return," he said huskily.
"Please - I don't want to wait and he wouldn't understand. He'll be gone for many hours yet. Please..."
The servant's hands tentatively slipped under Legrand's shirt. One slid around his waist to his back and the other skimmed up Legrand's chest until the fingers brushed over his nipple, which hardened in response.
"Please, my Lord..." He repeated his plea as he kissed Legrand's neck at the base of his throat.
Legrand grunted quietly. Damn! He should really retire back to his own tent. His own empty, lonely tent...
The hand that had been at his back slid round to his front, across his hip and brushed across his cock before resting on his thigh. The contact could be passed off as entirely accidental - he knew the servant was letting him decide whether it had been anything more.
The dryness in Legrand's mouth and the rush of blood to his groin made his mind up for him. He lifted the man's face up to look into his and saw the momentary panic there that he'd gone too far and was about to be punished.
Legrand smiled. He placed his hand firmly on the back of the servant's head, grabbed a large handful of soft, sun bleached blond hair and smashed his mouth against the servant's. The man froze for a moment before relaxing again and opening his mouth to let Legrand in.
Legrand took the servant's hand from his thigh and deliberately placed it back on his hardening length. He groaned in approval as the servant started stroking it and slid his own hand inside the other man's leggings and through the wiry hair until his fingers brushed against soft flesh.
The servant jumped at his touch and Legrand pulled away sharply. "Tell me if you do not wish to be touched. I understand..."
"No, I... I do. Please." The servant grabbed Legrand's hand and guided it back towards him. "I...I want you to touch me... I want you to... to..." His voice trailed away but his meaning was self-evident.
Legrand was surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Even after what happened earlier?"
"Nothing happened earlier. You saved me - and I... I want to. I've done it before," he admitted. He blushed as he spoke and Legrand found it adorable that he should do so.
Legrand pulled the servant's head back towards his and kissed him again. "Take your clothes off," he whispered.
The servant stood up and pulled his shirt off over his head then slid his leggings down over his hips and kicked them off his feet.
Thank Christ he's not my servant - I'd get nothing done, Legrand thought as he looked at him. The man's body had the leanness of the lower classes but he was of solid build and had the hard muscles of a soldier. Legrand brushed his hands down the man's flanks then across his backside and pulled him towards him. He kissed the man's stomach and ran his tongue up his torso, then across to circle one nipple. The nipple hardened under his attention and he gently tugged at it with his teeth, eliciting a soft moan. All the time his hands were cupping then releasing the man's tight buttocks. He could feel the man's cock rising from the soft dark-blond hair between his legs and pressing against Legrand's chest. For his height the man was quite generously endowed. Legrand smiled at his luck even as he marvelled at the servant's neglect by his master.
Legrand leaned back and started to lift his own shirt off but the servant stopped him.
"Please, my Lord, let me."
Legrand raised his hands and sat as the servant pulled the garment upwards and then carefully folded it and laid it on the bed beside him. Legrand picked it up and hurled it across the tent. He almost laughed out loud at the man's shocked expression. "Stop thinking like a servant and stop calling me my Lord. We are simply two men, enjoying each others company."
Legrand pulled the man towards him again. He leaned down to flick his tongue slowly across the head of his cock, savouring the tang of the clear pre-cum that had leaked from it. He swirled his tongue around the head a few times before planting another soft kiss on the man's lower belly. The tremble that ran through the man's body and into his fingers made him think of a small, frightened animal and he glanced up. "Are you still comfortable?"
The clear blue eyes shone back down at him. "Yes. I'm sorry - I'm a little cold." The man wrapped his arms around his upper body, hugging himself.
Legrand smiled and stood up, gesturing to the bed. "Why don't you get under the blanket?" He untied his breeches and let them drop to the floor as the man moved past him and lay down. When Legrand turned round he noticed the widening of the man's eyes and he smirked. The servant was not the only one generously proportioned and that reaction did his ego no harm at all. "Do you have anything...?"
"There should be some oil in that jar there."
Legrand reached for the jar that was pointed at. He pushed the blanket up from the bottom of the bed so the man's torso was still covered and stroked his thighs, encouraging him to lift his legs. "Let me know if it is too painful."
The other man nodded.
Legrand took the stopper from the jar of oil. He poured a little of the glistening liquid on to his hands then set it back down just within reach. He used his oil-slick fingers to gradually open the man and then slid one finger into him with almost no trouble at all.
The servant moaned and threw off the blanket. He stroked his cock as Legrand slowly inserted two fingers, this time meeting a little resistance. The man's breathing quickened but he pushed back instead of pulling away.
Legrand could feel the heat coming from the man's skin and smell his arousal. It added to his own and he stroked himself as the man started quietly pleading.
"Please...oh please...I... I want..."
"Shhh..." Legrand stopped stroking him, raised up and leaned over him, planting his free hand by the man's head and supporting most of his weight on it. He lowered his head and the man threw his arms round his neck and pulled him down into a fierce kiss, bucking furiously back against his hand.
Legrand took his fingers out and guided himself to the man's entrance. He slid just the head of his cock in and the other man groaned loudly and thrust back against him begging for more. Legrand slowly pushed further in but he was only two-thirds in when the man grabbed him round the waist and impaled himself fully on Legrand's cock with a swiftly muffled cry as Legrand clamped his hand over his mouth.
"Quiet! Do you want the whole camp to hear?" Legrand hissed.
"Yes." The man's eyes were suddenly blazing and shining with unshed tears. "I hope he hears and I hope he knows it's me."
Legrand took his hand away and kissed the man even more fiercely than before as he thrust into him. Let Richard and Locksley - and the servant's master and his lover - hear them; he no longer cared.
They kissed again and again until shortness of breath drove them apart and they were reduced to short gasps and pants of pleasure as Legrand steadily increased his pace. He moved his hand upon the shorter man's cock in perfect time to his thrusts. When the man stiffened suddenly and started to come in hot splashes across their stomachs, Legrand was not far behind in feeling his own release. He came in hard pulses into the warmth surrounding him. Despite their earlier bravado neither man made more noise than a low groan. Long habits were hard to break.
Legrand withdrew then lay down beside his unexpected new lover. He wrapped one of his legs over the man's and pulled their bodies close as they kissed. "I think now would be a good time to be properly introduced, don't you?"
The man blushed. "My... my name's Much, my Lord."
Legrand laughed as a sudden thought occurred to him. "My name is Legrand - it means "the tall" or "the big". So.. you are called Much and I am called Big - we complement each other nicely, don't you think?"
Much laughed. "I suppose so."
What a beautiful smile... Legrand ran his hand appreciatively over the man's firm body. "And the names fit us both. You are a very handsome man and there is much about you to admire. Your master is a fool."
"No! He's a good man - and he does love me." Much frowned as Legrand blinked in surprise at the ferocity of his devotion. "It's just..." He sighed. "How can I compare to a king?"
Legrand stopped dead and Much looked up at him with horrified eyes. "I...I mean..."
"Your master is Locksley?" Legrand hissed. Much's stunned expression told him all he needed to know before he spoke.
"Y-yes..."
Legrand closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again Much was still staring up at him in shock, clearly terrified of Legrand's reaction.
Legrand reached for Much's face and he flinched away but Legrand stroked his cheek then tenderly kissed him on the lips. "It is no business of ours what our masters do when they tell us we are not required. Is that not so?"
Much nodded hesitantly and Legrand smiled. "I think if they handed out crowns just for the beauty of a man's eyes you would be king of us all my friend." He kissed him again and when he lifted his head he saw the tears running from the side of Much's eyes. "Do not cry. You have no more need of tears I promise you." Legrand moved against him again and Much let out a long low moan. "If you let me, I would very much like to visit you again when your master is with my master."
"I... I think I would like that, my Lord."
"I will come find you..."
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"How can I run my fingers through your hair when you have that awful cap on?"
Much rubbed his jaw and glared at Legrand. "You punched me," he huffed.
Legrand grinned. "I'm sorry - I didn't know it was you." He advanced towards Much through the empty outlaws' camp. "That pout does wonderful things to your lips."
"No - I'm very angry with you." Much shook his finger at Legrand and jumped back as Legrand lunged at him. "And you can't just expect everything to still be the same."
"Because your master is no longer with another? You finally have him to yourself so you do not need me any more?" Legrand's face took on a playful pout of its own.
"Yes... No! No..." Much suddenly found himself in tears. "Oh, Legrand - he is engaged and he's going to get married and then I don't know what I'll do."
Legrand's smile vanished. "And he will no longer need you when he is married?"
"He never needs me - and he'll always need me but... he gave me my freedom. I will have no place in his house - should he ever get it back."
Legrand pulled Much into his arms and held him. "You'll forgive me for saying so - but you do not seem free."
Much wrapped his arms around Legrand's waist and sighed deeply. He looked up. "This feels... familiar."
Legrand chuckled.
Much took Legrand's hand and turned his palm upward. He placed a soft kiss on the fleshy part below Legrand's thumb. "I want you to touch me," he whispered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Legrand looked furtively around the camp. "Do you have somewhere...?"
Much smiled and pointed out of the camp. "There is a glade about ten minutes walk in that direction. We could meet there."
"I think I would like that."
"I will come find you..."
Author: wastingyourgum
Words: 3668
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Legrand/Much
Mentions: Robin, King Richard (implied Robin/Much, Legrand/King Richard, Robin/King Richard)
Genre: Slash, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Attempted non-con, slash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own anything you find familiar.
Notes: Set in the Holy Land, pre-series 1 with a brief epilogue in Sherwood during 2x11.
Summary: Legrand can't sleep - which is very fortunate for a certain manservant...
Missing Masters
Legrand couldn't sleep.
He lay on his bed, staring up at the roof of his tent, trying and failing to not think about it.
He was there now... with the king... with that insufferable cocky grin and lithe, young body that Richard lusted after so much - Locksley.
Even if Richard hadn't yet persuaded the young man into his bed - and Legrand wouldn't bet any money on that - Locksley had been given the place of honour both at Richard's table and in his heart. Bad enough to know Richard no longer cared for Legrand's company, but to hear him speak so favourably about the young English archer was salt rubbed into the wound. Not least because, try as Legrand might to hate the man, he couldn't do it. Locksley was a good soldier and Legrand had never once seen him actively encourage Richard's affections or try to profit by them.
He sighed, rolled out of his cot and tore open the flap which served as the door of his tent. The air outside was refreshingly cool - not as good as some cold water on his face would have been, but that was a luxury one couldn't afford here.
He stretched his arms up over his head to get some of the stiffness out of his back. As he did so, he glanced over to the king's tent - and froze.
Where are the guards?
He dropped his arms to his sides and his eyes scanned the rows of tents, stopping when he thought he saw movement. He started running towards it, his long legs covering the short distance in moments.
He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find - Saracen assassins most likely - but not this. Battles he could understand - this was far uglier.
The man being held over the top of the barrel looked barely conscious. That seemed to matter little to the three guards standing around him. The one at his head, and on the left from Legrand's position, was fumbling to pull himself out of his breeches. The one behind him already had his breeches around his knees. As Legrand watched he finished tying his captive's hands behind his back and tugged down the unfortunate man's braies in a similar fashion to his own, exposing the man's pale backside. The third man standing between them, behind the barrel, was holding a torch and stroking himself through his clothes in anticipation of replacing whichever of his colleagues finished first.
Legrand was furious. To take another against their will, man or woman, for sport was almost the lowest crime imaginable. But to leave your post at the king's door to do it? Unforgivable.
Legrand reached for his sword, cursing as he realised he'd left his weapons in his tent and was only wearing his shirt and breeches. As he drew closer his battle instincts kicked in and he swiftly appraised the situation.
The man over the barrel looked to be a servant or squire of a poorer knight. His head was bleeding but otherwise he appeared unharmed - so far anyway. Unarmed but may struggle and panic if disoriented - don't forget he's there.
The man stroking himself was also not armed - he couldn't have been on duty. Holding the torch with his right hand - probably left-handed.
The man at the servant's mouth had only a dagger which he pressed to the servant's throat. His sword belt lay at his feet, the sword still in its scabbard. Dagger in the left hand, may have wanted his right free to open his breeches - assume right-handed for now, be prepared for him to switch.
The other was still wearing his sword - Legrand could see it bouncing against his bare thigh as the man stroked himself to get hard. Most likely also has a dagger on the other side of his belt - take him out first.
Legrand ran silently across the sand and ducked round a tent to the right, bringing him up behind the swordsman. Before any of them could react to his presence he grabbed the man's head in both hands and twisted his neck with a loud snap. Legrand didn't even need to look to know the man was dead. He was already throwing a punch at the man holding the torch. Legrand's fist connected with his jaw. The torch sailed from his hand and he fell stunned to the ground.
The third man had swapped his dagger to his other hand but Legrand had anticipated this. He ducked back out of reach as it was swung wildly in his direction. He grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and drove it hard up under the man's ribs then let him go. The man staggered and fell across his dead comrade.
The unarmed man got to his feet. Legrand grabbed him before he could recover himself too much. The man struggled but stilled as Legrand held him firmly.
"Qui êtes-vous?" Legrand growled.
"M-Maurice de Bergerac."
Legrand had hoped to discover an Englishman or Frank - his stomach turned at the knowledge it was one of his own countrymen.
"Savez-vous qui je suis?"
"Oui. V-Vous êtes Legrand."
"" Legrand told him. "" He released de Bergerac and shoved him away. "" He pointed at the two corpses. "wish you had joined them in a swift death. Am I clear?>"
"Oui." de Bergerac ran off, glancing fearfully back at the two bodies on the sand.
Legrand turned his attention to the unfortunate soul still lying half-naked across the barrel. He braced himself against the bound man's legs to hold him while he untied him.
"No...please..."
English - poor bastard. "Hold still. I'm not going to hurt you."
He untied him and tried to help him stand but the man's legs buckled almost as soon as he was upright. Legrand caught him under his shoulders and the back of his knees and swung him up into his arms.
"Where - where are you taking me, my Lord?"
"The healers."
The man wriggled and Legrand had to tense his arms to avoid dropping him. "No! No please, my Lord, not the healers, please. I- I don't want my master to find out."
Legrand stopped and took a deep breath. "Fine. Whose man are you? Where do you sleep?"
The man relaxed again. He gestured towards the tents to their left. "Over there."
"Can you walk?"
"Yes. I think so."
Legrand set the man down and supported him under his arms as he found his balance.
They approached one of the smaller tents. Legrand kept one arm around the servant, supporting him in case he should swoon again.
The servant gestured to a small cot at the back, covered by a threadbare blanket.
Legrand steered him towards it, turned them both round then sat down. The cot creaked under their combined weight.
The servant closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. His face was still ashen and he was trembling.
"How do you feel?" Legrand asked him. He felt for the life beat in the man's neck. It was strong enough; he was merely shaken by the evening's events - and who would not be?
"Fine, thank you, my Lord. Just a bit light-headed."
Legrand took the opportunity to inspect the cut on the man's head. It was long but fairly shallow.
"Your head is hard, not light, my friend," he joked.
The man gave a small sad laugh. "My master would say the same. Hard but empty."
"Where is your master?"
"He's not here. He's... with another."
The choice of words could hold several meanings but the servant's face and demeanour made the context clear. "And you wish he was with you." Legrand voiced what had not been said. He knew all too well what the servant was feeling.
The servant nodded glumly. He blinked and a single tear ran down his cheek. Legrand reached out to brush it away and the servant looked up at him in surprise.
Legrand froze, his hand still against the man's cheek, stunned by the beauty of his eyes. You could lose yourself forever in such depths. He slid his hand round the back of the man's neck and pulled him forwards so their lips met. The servant went rigid with fright and Legrand backed off, cursing his own insensitivity. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage."
"N-No, please - don't apologise, my Lord. It was my fault." A response born of years of servitude.
Legrand sighed. "No - it wasn't." The man nodded again but his head dropped submissively. Legrand lifted the man's chin and looked hard into those blue pools again. "None of what happened tonight was your fault. You must remember that."
"Yes, my Lord."
"You will be fine. Get some sleep."
The servant hesitated and then suddenly he was sobbing and clutching to Legrand's chest like a drowning man. Legrand held him and stroked his hair, making soothing noises till his tears subsided.
The servant sat back and dragged his sleeve across his nose. "Forgive me. I'm sorry, my Lord."
Legrand still had one arm around the man's shoulders. He tightened it, giving the man a subtle hug. "Don't be. Better?"
Another nod. "Yes, my Lord. Thank you...for everything."
"Pas du tout."
The servant sniffed and looked up at him, then stretched his neck up and his lips brushed against Legrand's.
Legrand smiled. "Thank you - but you don't have to--"
"I-I want to - really." He pressed his lips more firmly to Legrand's.
Legrand could feel the need for reassurance in that simple contact. "You should wait for your master's return," he said huskily.
"Please - I don't want to wait and he wouldn't understand. He'll be gone for many hours yet. Please..."
The servant's hands tentatively slipped under Legrand's shirt. One slid around his waist to his back and the other skimmed up Legrand's chest until the fingers brushed over his nipple, which hardened in response.
"Please, my Lord..." He repeated his plea as he kissed Legrand's neck at the base of his throat.
Legrand grunted quietly. Damn! He should really retire back to his own tent. His own empty, lonely tent...
The hand that had been at his back slid round to his front, across his hip and brushed across his cock before resting on his thigh. The contact could be passed off as entirely accidental - he knew the servant was letting him decide whether it had been anything more.
The dryness in Legrand's mouth and the rush of blood to his groin made his mind up for him. He lifted the man's face up to look into his and saw the momentary panic there that he'd gone too far and was about to be punished.
Legrand smiled. He placed his hand firmly on the back of the servant's head, grabbed a large handful of soft, sun bleached blond hair and smashed his mouth against the servant's. The man froze for a moment before relaxing again and opening his mouth to let Legrand in.
Legrand took the servant's hand from his thigh and deliberately placed it back on his hardening length. He groaned in approval as the servant started stroking it and slid his own hand inside the other man's leggings and through the wiry hair until his fingers brushed against soft flesh.
The servant jumped at his touch and Legrand pulled away sharply. "Tell me if you do not wish to be touched. I understand..."
"No, I... I do. Please." The servant grabbed Legrand's hand and guided it back towards him. "I...I want you to touch me... I want you to... to..." His voice trailed away but his meaning was self-evident.
Legrand was surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Even after what happened earlier?"
"Nothing happened earlier. You saved me - and I... I want to. I've done it before," he admitted. He blushed as he spoke and Legrand found it adorable that he should do so.
Legrand pulled the servant's head back towards his and kissed him again. "Take your clothes off," he whispered.
The servant stood up and pulled his shirt off over his head then slid his leggings down over his hips and kicked them off his feet.
Thank Christ he's not my servant - I'd get nothing done, Legrand thought as he looked at him. The man's body had the leanness of the lower classes but he was of solid build and had the hard muscles of a soldier. Legrand brushed his hands down the man's flanks then across his backside and pulled him towards him. He kissed the man's stomach and ran his tongue up his torso, then across to circle one nipple. The nipple hardened under his attention and he gently tugged at it with his teeth, eliciting a soft moan. All the time his hands were cupping then releasing the man's tight buttocks. He could feel the man's cock rising from the soft dark-blond hair between his legs and pressing against Legrand's chest. For his height the man was quite generously endowed. Legrand smiled at his luck even as he marvelled at the servant's neglect by his master.
Legrand leaned back and started to lift his own shirt off but the servant stopped him.
"Please, my Lord, let me."
Legrand raised his hands and sat as the servant pulled the garment upwards and then carefully folded it and laid it on the bed beside him. Legrand picked it up and hurled it across the tent. He almost laughed out loud at the man's shocked expression. "Stop thinking like a servant and stop calling me my Lord. We are simply two men, enjoying each others company."
Legrand pulled the man towards him again. He leaned down to flick his tongue slowly across the head of his cock, savouring the tang of the clear pre-cum that had leaked from it. He swirled his tongue around the head a few times before planting another soft kiss on the man's lower belly. The tremble that ran through the man's body and into his fingers made him think of a small, frightened animal and he glanced up. "Are you still comfortable?"
The clear blue eyes shone back down at him. "Yes. I'm sorry - I'm a little cold." The man wrapped his arms around his upper body, hugging himself.
Legrand smiled and stood up, gesturing to the bed. "Why don't you get under the blanket?" He untied his breeches and let them drop to the floor as the man moved past him and lay down. When Legrand turned round he noticed the widening of the man's eyes and he smirked. The servant was not the only one generously proportioned and that reaction did his ego no harm at all. "Do you have anything...?"
"There should be some oil in that jar there."
Legrand reached for the jar that was pointed at. He pushed the blanket up from the bottom of the bed so the man's torso was still covered and stroked his thighs, encouraging him to lift his legs. "Let me know if it is too painful."
The other man nodded.
Legrand took the stopper from the jar of oil. He poured a little of the glistening liquid on to his hands then set it back down just within reach. He used his oil-slick fingers to gradually open the man and then slid one finger into him with almost no trouble at all.
The servant moaned and threw off the blanket. He stroked his cock as Legrand slowly inserted two fingers, this time meeting a little resistance. The man's breathing quickened but he pushed back instead of pulling away.
Legrand could feel the heat coming from the man's skin and smell his arousal. It added to his own and he stroked himself as the man started quietly pleading.
"Please...oh please...I... I want..."
"Shhh..." Legrand stopped stroking him, raised up and leaned over him, planting his free hand by the man's head and supporting most of his weight on it. He lowered his head and the man threw his arms round his neck and pulled him down into a fierce kiss, bucking furiously back against his hand.
Legrand took his fingers out and guided himself to the man's entrance. He slid just the head of his cock in and the other man groaned loudly and thrust back against him begging for more. Legrand slowly pushed further in but he was only two-thirds in when the man grabbed him round the waist and impaled himself fully on Legrand's cock with a swiftly muffled cry as Legrand clamped his hand over his mouth.
"Quiet! Do you want the whole camp to hear?" Legrand hissed.
"Yes." The man's eyes were suddenly blazing and shining with unshed tears. "I hope he hears and I hope he knows it's me."
Legrand took his hand away and kissed the man even more fiercely than before as he thrust into him. Let Richard and Locksley - and the servant's master and his lover - hear them; he no longer cared.
They kissed again and again until shortness of breath drove them apart and they were reduced to short gasps and pants of pleasure as Legrand steadily increased his pace. He moved his hand upon the shorter man's cock in perfect time to his thrusts. When the man stiffened suddenly and started to come in hot splashes across their stomachs, Legrand was not far behind in feeling his own release. He came in hard pulses into the warmth surrounding him. Despite their earlier bravado neither man made more noise than a low groan. Long habits were hard to break.
Legrand withdrew then lay down beside his unexpected new lover. He wrapped one of his legs over the man's and pulled their bodies close as they kissed. "I think now would be a good time to be properly introduced, don't you?"
The man blushed. "My... my name's Much, my Lord."
Legrand laughed as a sudden thought occurred to him. "My name is Legrand - it means "the tall" or "the big". So.. you are called Much and I am called Big - we complement each other nicely, don't you think?"
Much laughed. "I suppose so."
What a beautiful smile... Legrand ran his hand appreciatively over the man's firm body. "And the names fit us both. You are a very handsome man and there is much about you to admire. Your master is a fool."
"No! He's a good man - and he does love me." Much frowned as Legrand blinked in surprise at the ferocity of his devotion. "It's just..." He sighed. "How can I compare to a king?"
Legrand stopped dead and Much looked up at him with horrified eyes. "I...I mean..."
"Your master is Locksley?" Legrand hissed. Much's stunned expression told him all he needed to know before he spoke.
"Y-yes..."
Legrand closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again Much was still staring up at him in shock, clearly terrified of Legrand's reaction.
Legrand reached for Much's face and he flinched away but Legrand stroked his cheek then tenderly kissed him on the lips. "It is no business of ours what our masters do when they tell us we are not required. Is that not so?"
Much nodded hesitantly and Legrand smiled. "I think if they handed out crowns just for the beauty of a man's eyes you would be king of us all my friend." He kissed him again and when he lifted his head he saw the tears running from the side of Much's eyes. "Do not cry. You have no more need of tears I promise you." Legrand moved against him again and Much let out a long low moan. "If you let me, I would very much like to visit you again when your master is with my master."
"I... I think I would like that, my Lord."
"I will come find you..."
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"How can I run my fingers through your hair when you have that awful cap on?"
Much rubbed his jaw and glared at Legrand. "You punched me," he huffed.
Legrand grinned. "I'm sorry - I didn't know it was you." He advanced towards Much through the empty outlaws' camp. "That pout does wonderful things to your lips."
"No - I'm very angry with you." Much shook his finger at Legrand and jumped back as Legrand lunged at him. "And you can't just expect everything to still be the same."
"Because your master is no longer with another? You finally have him to yourself so you do not need me any more?" Legrand's face took on a playful pout of its own.
"Yes... No! No..." Much suddenly found himself in tears. "Oh, Legrand - he is engaged and he's going to get married and then I don't know what I'll do."
Legrand's smile vanished. "And he will no longer need you when he is married?"
"He never needs me - and he'll always need me but... he gave me my freedom. I will have no place in his house - should he ever get it back."
Legrand pulled Much into his arms and held him. "You'll forgive me for saying so - but you do not seem free."
Much wrapped his arms around Legrand's waist and sighed deeply. He looked up. "This feels... familiar."
Legrand chuckled.
Much took Legrand's hand and turned his palm upward. He placed a soft kiss on the fleshy part below Legrand's thumb. "I want you to touch me," he whispered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Legrand looked furtively around the camp. "Do you have somewhere...?"
Much smiled and pointed out of the camp. "There is a glade about ten minutes walk in that direction. We could meet there."
"I think I would like that."
"I will come find you..."