Denial, Chapter 28; I'm Your Boy
Title: Denial, Chapter 28; I'm Your Boy
Author: darkentwisted
Characters/Pairings: Allan/Guy Mentions: Marian, Robin, Sheriff Vaizey, Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash slash! Filthy, pr0ny Guy/Allan SLASH!
Words: 1,615
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; we just want to play in their universe
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial' and is set right after 2x11, "Treasure of the Nation"
Betaed by the incredible robinfanatic and wastingyourgum
Summary: Allan receives a surprising night visitor.
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Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27
Denial, Chapter 28; I'm Your Boy
by
darkentwisted
Gisborne staggered the significant distance from The Trip to Allan's door in almost complete darkness. That he was able to make it at all was due to sheer muscle memory rather than any sense of location, grace or even balance. Guy's world had almost ended and he needed more comfort than the spirits at the inn would provide.
A visit to Marian was out of the question, to visit a noblewoman in his present condition was unheard of and he himself would not allow it. Besides he was beyond redemption this night and he needed the solace of a fellow soul that shared his misery. Allan answered the dull knock at the door confused and rubbing his eyes.
"Gis... Wot the--?" The hand over his mouth stifled his question as the door closed behind them and he found himself pinned under 12 stone of drunken, black knight.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," Guy blurted out placing his finger playfully over the former outlaw's lips. "Don't want the castle guards to hear."
"You're..."
"Drunk." Gisborne finished removing himself from the tangle of limbs long enough to fish the bottle of wine from under his cloak. "Play your cards right and you will join me." He grinned salaciously.
"Good wine?" Allan asked with an upturned brow. His sleep was ruined already, he figured he might as well enjoy it.
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"I don't have anybody, the gang was everything to me." Allan's speech was slightly slurred by the strong wine as he looked pityingly at his master.
"I had... have a sister... Isabella," Guy responded as he took a quick swig and stared at the phantom face of his 10 year old sibling floating before his eyes.
"No kiddin'?" It was pure reflex. Allan had to stifle a laugh at the thought of Gisborne being anything but a bitter only child.
Gisborne continued his alcohol-fuelled memoir. "Our parents died when she was young. I was just a teenager myself. I tried to take care of her. We were poor and unwanted. After what our mother did... no one would have the children of an adulteress." He looked Allan in the eye with only the slightest hint of misgiving. "I sold her to the wealthiest man that would have her, Allan."
"You sold your own sister? C'mon, Gis, that's low, even for you." Allan wished at times like this he would keep his mouth shut, but the words were out. He winced anticipating the back of Guy's hand but felt nothing.
"We were starving, I had no choice." Guy fixed the former outlaw with a level stare. "You know all about running out of options, I'm sure."
Allan knew only too well. "I'm sure she forgave you."
"She's a wealthy woman now." Guy smiled. "Marian reminds me so much of Isabella. She was so headstrong and so confident."
"That she is," Allan nodded, not sure where the conversation was taking them.
"I need more than confidence, Allan. I need loyalty. I need... I need someone to depend on me and let me take care of them." To Allan's surprise, Gisborne reached out and stroked his sharp jawline. "I need you to need me, Allan. From the time you first came to me I could tell you were hungry as I am, not just for power and gold but for more, for somewhere and someone to belong to."
The poacher looked at his master, unsure. "Ahh mate, you got me all wrong. It must be the ales talking. I just wanted to work for you, Gis." He braced himself for harsh words or worse.
Gisborne studied the former outlaw. "No, you want more than to be just like me." He lifted the young man's chin to his. "Don't you, Allan?"
The former outlaw blushed at the revelation. He thought about how many nights he let his mind wander and rewrite the cruel encounters with his master in a more pleasant light. He nodded somberly. "I did... I do."
Allan's mind shut down at the sudden insistent pressure of lips on his as the man who once sought to give only pain turned himself over to pleasure. Allan blinked and caught his breath. "Not bein' funny, Gis, but I think you got me mistaken for Marian."
Guy looked down at his manservant. "I can never fully trust Marian again after what she did. I need someone I can trust. Someone who can look after me and has my back." He ran his gloved finger alongside Allan's sharp cheek. "I need my boy. Are you my boy, Allan?"
Allan nodded dully as he was pulled in for another kiss. His thoughts raced in near panic as he tried to comprehend what was happening. "Yes, Gis... I'm your boy."
Clothes were shed in a haphazard manner as Allan wrestled with the taller man to release him from his trappings. Guy could have used a bath but Allan didn't care as he took in the scent of his lover mixed with the heady smell of leather and alcohol. Allan slid his hands down Guy's naked, pale chest and hissed as the older man ran his stubbled chin up the nape of his neck. Guy then grabbed his servant by the back of the head and pulled the former outlaw's lips to his own, devouring his mouth hungrily. Allan could taste the need and desperation and even though he was used to things not being so gentle with his master in this situation, he knew this was going to be rough in a different sort of way. Before, he would crumple at Guy's feet and whimper half-pleas for mercy, now this tenderness was something he was completely unprepared for.
This time it was Guy begging for comfort, Guy pleading for gentleness and affection. It was tender and more than Allan dreamed it could be with this unlikely lover. He looked down at the winter blue eyes made red with drink and wondered if Marian knew just what she was missing out on in playing her tragic little games. Fire and ice, Allan thought as he felt himself and his partner getting closer and awaited the fullness of his lover's seed, there is just no middle ground with this man. He stifled his cries of pleasure as he spilled over Gisborne's hand. Allan collapsed on top of the black knight then lay beside him as their breathing slowed.
"Tell anyone about this night, Allan, and you'll be a dead man."
"Not bein' funny, but I don't think anyone would believe me if I did." Allan stared up at the vaulted ceiling and smiled.
"I guess you are right," Gisborne mused as he propped his arms behind his head.
Allan took this as a sign and without asking, plopped his head into the crook of Guy's neck. He was surprised when he was met with a satisfied smirk rather than annoyance or outright hostility from the violent man.
"Sodomy is a sin against God. We should be burned at the stake for what we just did," Guy cautioned.
"I won't tell him if you won't, Gis." Allan made patterns on his master's smooth chest playfully with his finger.
Guy turned his face to look down at his suddenly adoring lover. "I never thought I would end up like this... with you."
"Me, neither," Allan lamented. "Not bein' funny, but a fella could get used to seein' this side of you, Gis."
Guy snorted, "Can't have than happen now can we?" He suddenly got out of the bed and started dressing, to the younger man's disappointment.
"So, you're leaving, just like that."
Guy smirked at his dissatisfied servant. "Get some sleep, Allan. We have a long day tomorrow."
"And Marian...?" Once again, Allan regretted his hair trigger tongue as his master froze.
"Has a long way to go to regain my trust in her." Guy turned and leaned in to the younger man. "I no longer have to worry about that with you. Do I?"
Allan reached his arms around Guy and pulled him into another eager kiss. "As I said Gis, I'm your boy."
Gisborne returned to his staid self and peeled Allan's arms away. He still had a slight smirk on his face as he finished dressing. "Allan..."
"I know Gis, not a word or I'm charcoal."
Guy smiled at the repeated threat from his cheeky manservant. "No, I just wanted to say that when I asked Marian to stay in the castle and make these dreary walls bearable, it wasn't just her I wanted to stay." His expression changed and he was all business again. "Stables...at noon. The sheriff is eager to get word to Prince John."
"About what?" Allan replied, arms behind his head.
"Don't ask too many questions, Allan, but I will tell you that it has to do with sending a message to the king about Hood and the Queen Mother."
Allan frowned as he lay back down on the bed. He paused at the thought of why the sheriff wanted to send a message about Queen Eleanor and Robin but considered it wiser to hold his tongue. By some miracle he'd culled his master's favour again. He would try his best not to lose it.
Still, he couldn't betray the little voice in the back of his head as he turned to sleep. He had already betrayed the gang and sided with the enemy. Now he happily bedded the man he once feared and hated and brutalized the man he once loved. His ties to his former friends in the forest slipped more it seemed, with each passing day. He had already joined the dark side. How much farther would he be willing to go?
Denial is the perfect SLASHY substitute for your canon nightmares...ENJOY IT HAWT!
Now things get...complicated.