Denial, Chapter 9; Bid My Blood to Run
Title: Denial, Chapter 9; Bid My Blood to Run
Author: darkentwisted
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Will/Allan/Fool
Genre: Angst/Slash/Rape
Words: 1,603
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Summary: Allan takes out his anger on Will in the dungeon.
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic. 'Denial'. This story takes place during 2x09, Lardner's Ring
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Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Denial, Chapter 9; Bid My Blood to Run
by
DarkenTwisted
(Title lyrics; 'Bring Me to Life', Evanescence)
"There were times you liked this back at camp," he hissed into the woodsman's ear.
Will tried to pull away from the former outlaw as he held him tight to the pole he was chained to. "Just let me be, Allan." He knew the fool had the keys they needed to escape once they had a chance but for now he was in the traitor's clutches.
"Let you be?" the dogsbody questioned with a sneer. "As you let me be?"
The black Saracen knife traced a line down the outlaw's alabaster torso leaving a trail of scarlet behind it. The cut wasn't deep but Will's pale green eyes widened in pain as he struggled against his restraints. He wasn't going to scream. That would be the last thing he wanted to do, to give this piece of filth the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
Allan smirked at his work well done. "Betcha Lord Loxley won't be happy I messed up his pretty boy." He laughed at Will's indignant look. "Bet he just loved you when he wasn't busy shagging that prissy little manservant of his, no? He innit so happy now that Much done run off with that fancyboy, is he?" He looked at the glowing braiser next to them. The irons were almost ready. "Time for the fun to begin, innit?" He reached over and grabbed the first red-hot iron. The metal hissed as he drug it across Will's naked flesh.
The outlaw strained against his bonds and although he tried his best the pain over came him and he screamed. Allan raked the tortured carpenter's head back by the hair. "Oh you'll escape, Will Scarlett. I know you will." He leered at his victim, "But not till I've had my sport with you."
Allan ran his hand down Will's naked torso. "Nice, but not nearly as nice as Lukey's is it? Oh we had such fun in the forest. How he begged me for more." He yanked his former friend by the hair back toward him when he turned away. "I had him over and over while he was with us. He liked it in the arse, he did." He leaned in as he scraped another tool of torture up the carpenter's side, taking pale slivers of skin with it. "I miss his hot mouth on my cock. He was almost as good with wood as you are."
Will spat as he strained against the manacles. "You sick bastard! I'll kill you! Pray I never escape Allan. I'll have your blood, I swear it!"
"You'll have nothing! As I do now!" The traitor looked at his captive sadly. "You are nothing!" He lifted the knife to his victim's sensuously long neck. "I could end it all here, right now. Just let you bleed out in my arms, Will Scarlett. What would your pretty bird, that Saracen whore, think about you then? Would she miss you?" He smirked salaciously, "Did she tell you it was her first time too? I bet she did. She did me too you know, cried like a maiden she did." He grabbed the gasping outlaw by the throat. "Don't be so naive carpenter. That filthy, Palestine whore paid her way to England with that cunt."
"I won't have you talking about Djaq like that!" Will spat, shaking. "She loves you! She begged Robin to take you back in the gang! You filthy disgusting liar! How could you say that about her?" He slumped against his bonds sobbing. "How could you say that about Lukey? He looked up to you."
Allan was crying silently at this point. It was all lies. How could he say those things to his friend? But he wanted this. Since that day in the forest when he saw the love in Djaq's eyes turn to hate for him, he wanted Will to hurt as bad as he did. He wanted his former friend to feel every bruise, every cut, and feel the bile rise in his throat every time he saw the faces of those he loved, knowing he failed them. "Lukey begged for my cock as I fucked him! 'Ow does it feel knowin' I deflowered your little brother and your girl?" He leaned into his captive's ear. "But yours was always the hottest." He ran his hands roughly over the outlaws backside. "Oh how I've missed that arse. Not bein' funny, but I might have a taste of it again before I let you go." Will heard the sound of lacings being loosened as rough hands were at his own leggings.
"Oh God. No, Allan!" Not this, he would rather die than this. His tears flowed as he realized what the man he once loved was about to do. He had heard rumors of how people were treated in Nottingham by Gisborne, Vaisey and their torturers. It was routine chat around the campfires at night about the sick perverted acts the nobles inflicted on their victims in the dungeon. Now he was getting it first hand. His mind shut down as he was forced open by rough fingers. His screams were silenced by the dirty gag suddenly pushed into his mouth as he was defiled. His mind went back to better times and gentler hands as he and Allan spent quiet nights in camp. They comforted each other in the days before Allan turned traitor and it was more than just friendship. Now those same hands were like a leprosy on the carpenter's flesh and Allan's member was an unwelcome plague.
This was not the Allan A'Dale he remembered but a depraved nightmare version of him that moaned obscenities in his ear and made him bleed as he came. As the shock and pain subsided he realized his tormentor was crying too. The pace became less furious and the touch more tender. Screams turned to moans. This was the Allan he remembered. Raw, hot anger was replaced with desperate need for touch and belonging. "I'm sorry, Will. Oh God! I'm so sorry." He turned the outlaw to face him and tore away the cloth from his mouth. "Please...forgive me."
Before the words were out all the way, a stream of saliva and blood hit his face like venom as the other man leered at him. "That is all the forgiveness a traitor like you deserves. Do what you will to me, torture me, rape me but I will never become you Allan. I'll never be like you."
Allan swatted the captive hard with the back of his hand, making blood shoot out of his ruined lips. "And that is all an outlaw like you deserves!" He jerked the carpenter by his hair and hissed in his ear. "By this time tomorrow you'll be swinging in the courtyard and it will be my turn to spit on your corpse."
"Guard!" Allan yelled as he wiped the offal from his face. "Take this garbage back to his cell!"
Will foccused his green eyes filled with hate at the man he once loved and reiterated his lament, "I might be nothing but garbage, but I would rather die on the gallows than be like you!"
"Then die you shall, outlaw!" Allan knew his words were hollow threats. The fool had the key and with it the hope of escape. He saw the last chance to reach his friend, to rekindle the love they once had, die. Those days were gone and only bitterness remained. Gis would be here soon and he had no information to give for all his actions.
Tomorrow they would set back out into the forest to find the sultan's pigeon and stop any chances of the outlaw alerting the king to the sheriff's treacherous plans. This evening he would resign himself to his master's whip. He knew the drill. Any minute now Gis would burst through the door to the torture chamber and would expect his boy to be ready. Allan removed his tunic and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard Guy scream at the gaoler.
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The half-dead and bleeding carpenter was roughly thrown into the cell with the wide-eyed performer. The Fool exclaimed loudly to the guards, "You could have at least brought better company!"
Will moaned on the floor, not moving for a while. The comedian waited till the guards were gone then tended to his new friend. "Are you all right?"
"I'll live," the carpenter replied. "I just need to figure out what to do after that."
"We will escape," the joker replied, as he cradled the outlaw. He carefully checked Will for injuries and gasped at the fresh wounds Allan inflicted. "I thought he was your friend?"
"He was once," Will nodded.
"He still is," the fool replied with an enigmatic smile. "He saw me snatch his keys. We will escape as he wants us to."
"After what he did to me tonight, I doubt it." Will curled up at his new friend's knees as the fool stroked his fevered brow.
Gisborne entered the dungeon and sneered at the two prisoners on his way to where the traitor was.
The fool looked after the black knight then down at the now fitfully sleeping carpenter as he stroked his hair, "Sometimes we are just mere actors on a stage. I fear your friend has someone else pulling his strings, too."
He listened forlornly at the sickening echo of leather suddenly cracked sharply against skin. Allan's screams now echoed from the chamber as Guy's evil laughter followed.
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And now for something a bit sweeter. On to Chapter 10.
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.