Fiery Sin, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Robin Hood/Will Scarlett, brothers, revenge
A celebration was beginning to bloom. This celebration was for the life of Robin Hood, Will Scarlett, Azeem, the Friar, and the rest that were alive. Mostly, it was to have an excuse to drown out the pain of loss, the pain of despair, and the pain of knowing they might not get their loved ones out of the clutches of the Sherriff. That was tomorrow's worry.
For now, he was watching, waiting. Will was there, sitting beside the Friar, drinking to his heart's content. His hair gleamed, his skin was flushed, and his smile shone across his face like a beacon of hope. His brother. A long lost, beloved brother that Robin had always denied. How his father could have lain with another woman was beyond him. Taking another draft of the burning drunkard's love, his father's whoremongering became a little bit clearer. If Will's mother was half as pretty as he, he couldn't blame his father any longer.
The rain washed their bodies clean of blood, clean of the sweat of taking care of the dead bodies before the beasts did, clean of the sins of yesterday and the day before. The firelight made their purity gleam, a beacon to God. Sin. It was sin that he had fought for, sin that he had come back from, and sin he had come home to. He would breed sin like the plague it was, until it was over. He would have the blood, the control of revenge, he would have everything and sin would bloom into purity under his bloodied hands.
Sin. Will was sin; the offspring of it. Will would have to learn to pay, to turn it into purity, to turn it to God. Robin would have to show him the way.
Another long draft burned it's way down to his stomach. Robin stepped out, a hand came up, beckoning Will to him. His half brother stumbled to a standing position, laughed as he nearly fell back upon the Friar, before he followed at a unsteady pace through the drizzling English rain.
Robin had learned many things from his father. Lord Locksley had been anything but a weak man. He had taught his son well, how to hold his own against anything, how to order people around, how to present himself as...unstoppable. It was the infidel prison that taught Robin things more to his liking. The prison taught him how to survive, to need and to take.
He led Will to the stores of the gold, silver and jewels they had stolen together. Standing there looking at his brother over the sin of their world. He set the jug down, gold coins falling to the floor in a gleaming cascade, caught for a moment by the light of the fires outside.
"Why look at tha'! Heh, bloody gold's still here." Will grinned, picking up a jeweled lady's chain and hefting it for the weight. He then tossed it down, the chain fell back to it's original coil.
"Some of it." Robin murmured, vaguely remembering tossing the majority of it out during the raid. His eyes scanned the loot, coming back to rest upon his brother. "Will, we're brothers." He paused, watching as Will gave him the attention he deserved as Robin of Locksley, not Robin Hood. "Brothers share everything, the weight of lordship, the loot, the shame and glory...everything."
"Righ', Robin."
Robin's gaze never left Will's as he stepped closer. He pulled his brother into a hug, his hand sliding down that back, healing now like his brother's stomach. The whip had not been kind to Will, but neither had the world and his own blood. Robin would make up for that, in this moment, turning sin to...family, to a brother's love.
Will melted into him. Robin drew back, cupping Will's face in one hand, looking into those knowing eyes, then he claimed those lips as his own. The same blood flowed through their veins, the same underlying tastes on those lips, with a hint of difference. Robin older, more sinned; Will younger and just learning and a different blood raging within.
Gold became their bed. Gold dug into the light, pale skin as Robin devoured his brother's sin. His hand wrapped around the cocks between them, pumping, gently twisting. Will met him, wanting more, understanding the need to take, to own sin. Their bodies mingled as the gold did with the silver and jewels. They were as one, a forever mix of blood, lust and sin, never to separate, for they would forever know the taste, the taint of their moment.
Will could have him now, have his revenge upon being ignored by his brother.
Robin let him. Robin lay over the gold, letting it dig into his skin painfully. He poured the sin over Will's cock, and then guided him in between his legs. It took Will a while, pushing in so slowly, being distracted by the rest of Robin's body. The body that lay upon the gold like a pale god of old, a god that their grandfathers worshiped more than life itself. A god that was worshipped now for being a savior, Robin Hood. A god he was taking, keeping, claiming as his own full brother. Finally, he sank home into the oblivion of Pagan versus Christian. Robin felt those hips rock, moaning over the pleasure of the tightness, the swirling darkness highlighted by the fiery shards of sin and over seeing his older brother below him, taking him.
Coins cascaded to the floor, gleaming in the fading red light as their bodies twined about each other. Will gleamed in the fire of gold over Robin, panting and thrusting. A dagger dug home in Robin's back, skimming over his flesh between his shoulder blades. Will's fingers dug into the wound. Locksley blood washed the gold, Locksley fingers dragged it over their skin. Locksley seed spilled, mingling, burning in the fire. Locksley brothers lay in their bed of gold, panting from sin, waking in gleaming light.