Denial, chapter 4: Love, Reign O'er Me
Denial... the place we go to make it all better.
Title: Denial, chapter 4: Love, Reign O'er Me
Authors: darkentwisted and robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Carter/Much
Rating: nc17
Genre: slash, angst, romance
Words: 1472
Disclaimer: All characters copyright, BBC, BBC America, Tiger Aspect Media
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic. 'Denial'
Summary: The boys are caught in a downpour after they cross the channel from Portsmouth and must take shelter in a vacant barn. Much continues to doubt his decision to stay with Carter.
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round-Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3
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Love, Reign O’er Me
by
darkentwisted and robinfanatic
The rain soaked Much to his very soul as his new doublet darkened to a dirty beige under the incessant torrent. They could go no further as Carter urged their horses over to a barn on the side of the road. It wasn't waterproof and the rain fell almost as much through the holes in the thatch as it did outside, but it was still shelter from the increasing storm.
Carter pulled one of the blankets out of their satchel and spread it in the driest area of the barn. Much stood by the barn door and stared outside, watching lightning illuminate the night skies. He felt Carter’s hand slide into his, his heart beating faster as Carter enticed him away from the door. The knight slowly removed Much's wet clothes and then his own and wrapped their bodies in another blanket.
They were silenced by the thunder and rain that reminded them of the sounds of battle. Both men were painfully aware of what they were setting out to do and the horrors that lay before them. Their eyes met and their lips connected. It didn't take long for thoughts and hands to go elsewhere...
Much curled up beside Carter, his head cradled into his shoulder, his body pressed close. Carter ran a hand through his squire's hair. Though it was thoroughly dampened and flattened by the rain, it still felt soft beneath his touch. He'd trimmed a good bit of it off before they'd left Portsmouth but not so much that he wasn't able to wrap his fingers through it slowly and sensuously.
Much's hand strayed to Carter's face. He played a finger across the knight's forehead, down the bridge of his nose, then traced around his lips. Carter tipped Much's chin up, pulled him close until he felt his hot breath against his cheek, then brushed his lips with a gentle kiss. He smiled at his squire then teased his mouth with another kiss.
Much moaned, feeling fire stir in his belly and desperately craving so much more from Carter. The knight must have read his mind. His mouth caressed the squire's passionately, pressing his lips apart as his hand slid over Much's abs toward his aching groin. The physical sensations were here ... now ... but his mind drifted to days long past. The man before him became someone else though the need was just as insistent, fueled by fear, pain and desperation. Memories of that passionate night in Acre with Robin that both men ended up regretting made the former servant pull away from Carter.
Carter looked up in confusion. "What did I do?"
Much straightened. "You've done nothing wrong, Master."
"After the past two nights I hardly think you need to refer to me as 'master' when we are in just each others company, Much."
He studied Carter's sad blue eyes. They reminded him of a child not understanding loss but knowing something was gone. "And that is the problem. I cannot separate the two. If I can't do that then what good am I to you as a squire? This was a mistake. I shouldn't have left with you, left the gang. They need me. I'm sorry, I must go back." He scrambled into his clothes before the other man could stop him.
"Now?" Carter struggled to understand Much's apparent distress. There was something more beneath the words he spoke. What had he faced with Robin that would send him into such a panic? As the squire headed out the door in the downpour the knight followed in only his braies. "Much, at least wait till the rain is over!"
The outlaw was in full stride toward the horses that were grazing on the other side of a field of lavender. Lightning flashed in the distance as the rain beat down on his face. He refused to acknowledge the knight so Carter ran after him into the field. Grabbing Much from behind, Carter wrestled with him for a moment until he gained the upper hand, his arms pressed around the man's chest. "I cannot let you do this. Not until I understand what I did wrong. Please don't go."
Much blinked as Carter held him, feeling the rise and fall of his naked chest against his back. "You've done nothing. I can't be with you. I can't love you like this. What good will it do? We'll just have regrets like Robin and I did."
"I am not Robin!" Carter whispered, his voice trembling. "And I have no regrets. That first day I met you, when I said I would have remembered you, this...this is why." He turned the squire around and caught him in a bruising kiss as thunder crashed across the countryside and the scent of lavender was carried on the breeze. He held the former manservant's face in his hands. "I love you, Much, from that first moment till now, you silly, funny, beautiful, foolish man. And if you feel you must go, then so be it, but give me just one final memory of our time together." With that, he ran his hands across the stubble on Much's face then kissed him again. Much cried as he did.
The purple around them swirled like a sea of denial that each wanted desperately to be rescued from. Carter's words were an uttered talisman to Much and he so wanted to believe every one. This was a man who, for some strange reason, loved him and one he could love in return. He kissed back hungrily, greedily, and with all of his soul.
The downpour became a soft, gentle drizzle kissing their faces like soft tears. Much ran his hands down Carter's back and heard the knight sigh so deeply that it sent shivers up his spine. Their kisses deepened as Carter pulled him down to the ground. The knight's strong arms wrapped around Much's body and he rolled on top of his lover, pressing up on his knees so his mouth could taste the other man's neck... shoulders... nipples... stomach... Carter worked loose the laces of his breeches then slid his hands down to Much's hardening flesh. Much reeled at the contact, thrusting his hips toward Carter, grasping at Carter's arse and tugging at his braies. Much pushed Carter onto his back, lifting his hips to remove the only piece of clothing in their way. He hefted his lover's legs onto his shoulders and moistened himself. Carter nodded catching pale blue eyes in his own. He wanted this, oh he so wanted this. Searing heat gave way to pleasant fullness as they matched each other's gentle rhythm.
Much felt the intense warmth of his lover and wanted more. His rhythm increased as Carter urged him with gentle words of love. Then he slowed for a moment to tease the knight with a kiss, smiling mischievously as he pulled him into a roll across the field, crushing the sweet-smelling lavender against their naked backs. Carter found himself on top, gazing down on his lover. He impaled himself again on the other man's lust, watching his expressions of ecstasy as he moved. It didn't take long for them to reach climax, screaming into each others mouths as they came. Out of breath, Carter collapsed beside his lover in the wet grass.
As he usually did, Much was first to break the silence. He gazed over at his lover with a little nod. "Carter, If you wanted me to stay all you had to do was ask."
Carter pushed up on his elbows and chuckled softly as he snapped one of the delicate purple flowers around them. He ran it down his lover's naked chest. "Will you stay with me, Squire Much?" he laughed, leaned over and planted a kiss on Much's lips.
Much studied his Master's eyes with soft focus. He saw his future in them and a lifetime of love. He nodded gently, "I will."
Carter stood up and held his hand out. "Then let's get back to the barn. It's drier and a bit warmer in there."
Much retrieved their wet clothing and tossed Carter his braies, smirking as he rung out his own wet tunic. Memories of the outlaw's camp after such a rainstorm made him pause. "I thought those days were over." He headed toward the barn as Carter followed, watching the man he loved make his way naked through the field of lavender, the imaged etched in his mind.
Carter hurried to catch up to his lover and stopped him, draping his arm over Much's shoulder from behind. He pulled him again and whispered in the squire's ear, "This is all I offer you. No master, no servant, just my heart. Take it, it is yours. From the first time I laid eyes on you, this has always been."
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Ready to keep reading? Chapter 5 is this way..We're going back to Sherwood. Is the gang coping without Much? .
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.
Title: Denial, chapter 4: Love, Reign O'er Me
Authors: darkentwisted and robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Carter/Much
Rating: nc17
Genre: slash, angst, romance
Words: 1472
Disclaimer: All characters copyright, BBC, BBC America, Tiger Aspect Media
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic. 'Denial'
Summary: The boys are caught in a downpour after they cross the channel from Portsmouth and must take shelter in a vacant barn. Much continues to doubt his decision to stay with Carter.
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round-Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3
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Love, Reign O’er Me
by
darkentwisted and robinfanatic
The rain soaked Much to his very soul as his new doublet darkened to a dirty beige under the incessant torrent. They could go no further as Carter urged their horses over to a barn on the side of the road. It wasn't waterproof and the rain fell almost as much through the holes in the thatch as it did outside, but it was still shelter from the increasing storm.
Carter pulled one of the blankets out of their satchel and spread it in the driest area of the barn. Much stood by the barn door and stared outside, watching lightning illuminate the night skies. He felt Carter’s hand slide into his, his heart beating faster as Carter enticed him away from the door. The knight slowly removed Much's wet clothes and then his own and wrapped their bodies in another blanket.
They were silenced by the thunder and rain that reminded them of the sounds of battle. Both men were painfully aware of what they were setting out to do and the horrors that lay before them. Their eyes met and their lips connected. It didn't take long for thoughts and hands to go elsewhere...
Much curled up beside Carter, his head cradled into his shoulder, his body pressed close. Carter ran a hand through his squire's hair. Though it was thoroughly dampened and flattened by the rain, it still felt soft beneath his touch. He'd trimmed a good bit of it off before they'd left Portsmouth but not so much that he wasn't able to wrap his fingers through it slowly and sensuously.
Much's hand strayed to Carter's face. He played a finger across the knight's forehead, down the bridge of his nose, then traced around his lips. Carter tipped Much's chin up, pulled him close until he felt his hot breath against his cheek, then brushed his lips with a gentle kiss. He smiled at his squire then teased his mouth with another kiss.
Much moaned, feeling fire stir in his belly and desperately craving so much more from Carter. The knight must have read his mind. His mouth caressed the squire's passionately, pressing his lips apart as his hand slid over Much's abs toward his aching groin. The physical sensations were here ... now ... but his mind drifted to days long past. The man before him became someone else though the need was just as insistent, fueled by fear, pain and desperation. Memories of that passionate night in Acre with Robin that both men ended up regretting made the former servant pull away from Carter.
Carter looked up in confusion. "What did I do?"
Much straightened. "You've done nothing wrong, Master."
"After the past two nights I hardly think you need to refer to me as 'master' when we are in just each others company, Much."
He studied Carter's sad blue eyes. They reminded him of a child not understanding loss but knowing something was gone. "And that is the problem. I cannot separate the two. If I can't do that then what good am I to you as a squire? This was a mistake. I shouldn't have left with you, left the gang. They need me. I'm sorry, I must go back." He scrambled into his clothes before the other man could stop him.
"Now?" Carter struggled to understand Much's apparent distress. There was something more beneath the words he spoke. What had he faced with Robin that would send him into such a panic? As the squire headed out the door in the downpour the knight followed in only his braies. "Much, at least wait till the rain is over!"
The outlaw was in full stride toward the horses that were grazing on the other side of a field of lavender. Lightning flashed in the distance as the rain beat down on his face. He refused to acknowledge the knight so Carter ran after him into the field. Grabbing Much from behind, Carter wrestled with him for a moment until he gained the upper hand, his arms pressed around the man's chest. "I cannot let you do this. Not until I understand what I did wrong. Please don't go."
Much blinked as Carter held him, feeling the rise and fall of his naked chest against his back. "You've done nothing. I can't be with you. I can't love you like this. What good will it do? We'll just have regrets like Robin and I did."
"I am not Robin!" Carter whispered, his voice trembling. "And I have no regrets. That first day I met you, when I said I would have remembered you, this...this is why." He turned the squire around and caught him in a bruising kiss as thunder crashed across the countryside and the scent of lavender was carried on the breeze. He held the former manservant's face in his hands. "I love you, Much, from that first moment till now, you silly, funny, beautiful, foolish man. And if you feel you must go, then so be it, but give me just one final memory of our time together." With that, he ran his hands across the stubble on Much's face then kissed him again. Much cried as he did.
The purple around them swirled like a sea of denial that each wanted desperately to be rescued from. Carter's words were an uttered talisman to Much and he so wanted to believe every one. This was a man who, for some strange reason, loved him and one he could love in return. He kissed back hungrily, greedily, and with all of his soul.
The downpour became a soft, gentle drizzle kissing their faces like soft tears. Much ran his hands down Carter's back and heard the knight sigh so deeply that it sent shivers up his spine. Their kisses deepened as Carter pulled him down to the ground. The knight's strong arms wrapped around Much's body and he rolled on top of his lover, pressing up on his knees so his mouth could taste the other man's neck... shoulders... nipples... stomach... Carter worked loose the laces of his breeches then slid his hands down to Much's hardening flesh. Much reeled at the contact, thrusting his hips toward Carter, grasping at Carter's arse and tugging at his braies. Much pushed Carter onto his back, lifting his hips to remove the only piece of clothing in their way. He hefted his lover's legs onto his shoulders and moistened himself. Carter nodded catching pale blue eyes in his own. He wanted this, oh he so wanted this. Searing heat gave way to pleasant fullness as they matched each other's gentle rhythm.
Much felt the intense warmth of his lover and wanted more. His rhythm increased as Carter urged him with gentle words of love. Then he slowed for a moment to tease the knight with a kiss, smiling mischievously as he pulled him into a roll across the field, crushing the sweet-smelling lavender against their naked backs. Carter found himself on top, gazing down on his lover. He impaled himself again on the other man's lust, watching his expressions of ecstasy as he moved. It didn't take long for them to reach climax, screaming into each others mouths as they came. Out of breath, Carter collapsed beside his lover in the wet grass.
As he usually did, Much was first to break the silence. He gazed over at his lover with a little nod. "Carter, If you wanted me to stay all you had to do was ask."
Carter pushed up on his elbows and chuckled softly as he snapped one of the delicate purple flowers around them. He ran it down his lover's naked chest. "Will you stay with me, Squire Much?" he laughed, leaned over and planted a kiss on Much's lips.
Much studied his Master's eyes with soft focus. He saw his future in them and a lifetime of love. He nodded gently, "I will."
Carter stood up and held his hand out. "Then let's get back to the barn. It's drier and a bit warmer in there."
Much retrieved their wet clothing and tossed Carter his braies, smirking as he rung out his own wet tunic. Memories of the outlaw's camp after such a rainstorm made him pause. "I thought those days were over." He headed toward the barn as Carter followed, watching the man he loved make his way naked through the field of lavender, the imaged etched in his mind.
Carter hurried to catch up to his lover and stopped him, draping his arm over Much's shoulder from behind. He pulled him again and whispered in the squire's ear, "This is all I offer you. No master, no servant, just my heart. Take it, it is yours. From the first time I laid eyes on you, this has always been."
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Ready to keep reading? Chapter 5 is this way..We're going back to Sherwood. Is the gang coping without Much? .
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.