Fic: French Defence (5/5)
Title: French Defence, Part 5
Rating: NC17
Word count: 1847
Warnings: Angst, slash, little bit of D/s.
Characters/Pairings: Little John/Legrand, Little John/Queen Eleanor/Legrand
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made but lots and lots of fun is being had and that's the important thing.
Notes: Last minute bunny so I apologise in advance for any rough edges - but whoever said this pair were smooth? ;) Total smut (not apologising for that, just saying XD).
Summary: Eleanor, John and Legrand are safely back at Poitiers but not quite yet fully recovered...
Previous moves:
White: Castle to Queens' Bishop
Black: Rook to Queen's Knight
White: Queen's Knight sacrifice
Black: Rook takes Queen's Knights
White: Queen to Queen's Castle
Black: Rook's Pawn to King
White: Queen to Queen's Knights
Wake up, John, please!
"" La Corneille leered at him then walked behind him and grabbed the poker. "" he hissed as he rammed the poker deep into Legrand's guts...
Legrand sat bolt upright in his bed, covered in sweat, gasping for breath and not sure if he'd screamed in his dream or out loud. The door to his room suddenly flew open and two guards entered with their swords drawn - which answered his question. John appeared shortly after them, clutching his side.
"Legrand?" John looked around the room in confusion.
"It was just a dream, John. I was just having a bad dream. You shouldn't have gotten up. I'm sorry if I woke you. "
John dismissed the guards then sat on the bed and looked at his younger friend with concern. "Not just me - I think you must have woken half the castle."
Legrand forced himself to laugh. "I never do anything by halves, John - you know that. I'm sorry, go back to sleep. I'll be fine..."
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As the days passed it became apparent, not only to John but to everyone who knew him, that Legrand was anything but fine. His leg was healing well and the cuts and bruises from his beating were fading fast but he woke screaming every night. He walked round the castle like a ghost with large dark circles under his eyes and he ate only a fraction of his usual meals.
There were slight variations to his dream: sometimes John was not there at all, other times he was there but did not wake and on the worst night John woke only for La Corneille to turn and plunge his sword through him, dumping his body in front of Legrand so he could see John's lifeless brown eyes staring up at him. Sometimes La Corneille whipped him first, most times he didn't, but the end was always the same - La Corneille would thrust the poker into Legrand's bowels making him scream in agony and pray for death as he woke.
One night after a long day in which John had pleaded with him yet again to share what was troubling him, the John of his dreams woke, rose silently behind La Corneille and put his arms around the mercenary's neck.
Legrand hoped with all his heart for the real history to finally free him from his nightmare but instead of snapping La Corneille's neck, John tilted it to one side and kissed it before looking up at Legrand. "You don't want my help," he said scornfully and he vanished.
La Corneille laughed and stepped behind Legrand with the poker once more...
Legrand woke, sobbing and barely managed to turn his head from his bed before throwing up. He spoke to John later that day.
"He said he was going to rape Eleanor?" John asked, stony-faced.
Legrand nodded.
"And he threatened to do the same to you and he was going to use the poker?"
"Yes - and in my dream he does."
John frowned but said nothing further, other than, "Thank you. I'll talk to you later." He got up and left the room without looking back at Legrand.
Legrand wasn't sure what reaction he'd hoped for from John but still, he felt as if a weight had been at least partially lifted from him. Maybe tonight would be different...
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The castle lay in darkness and Legrand lay on his side and stared at the wall. John had not come back and he wondered if it had been a mistake to tell him of his nightmare. He desperately wanted to sleep but could not bring himself to close his eyes and face the inevitable visions. He fought the heaviness in his eyes as long as possible but exhaustion finally took him and he drifted into a light slumber.
He woke what felt like moments later to large hands stripping back his bed-covers and pushing him over onto his front. "John?"
"Shut up." John sat down heavily on top of Legrand, straddling him and momentarily winding him. John seized Legrand's wrists and pinned them down to the bed either side of Legrand's head.
Legrand had taken off everything but his breeches to sleep in the summer heat but John was still fully dressed in dark clothes. Only his face and hands were visible in the dim light.
"I told you," John growled. "You should have told that French bastard your arse belongs to me." John leaned in close to Legrand's head and hissed in his ear. "Mine."
Legrand moaned very quietly. If John hadn't been so close to him he wouldn't have heard it.
"Say it," John whispered.
"Yours," Legrand answered quietly.
John moved further down the bed and off to one side. He roughly stripped off Legrand's breeches and stroked Legrand's backside possessively. "Mine. Even in your dreams, your arse is mine, Legrand. You don't share it with every French fucker who takes a fancy to it." He stopped stroking and grabbed Legrand's buttock, firmly squeezing it. "You know what I'm going to do now?"
Legrand nodded.
"Going to stop me?"
Legrand shook his head.
"Why?"
"Because I'm yours, John."
"That's right, because you're mine." John slapped Legrand's arse.
Legrand moaned again. "Please, John. Please..."
John untied his breeches and drew himself out as he knelt between Legrand's legs. He was already hard from the sight of Legrand lying naked in front of him, quietly begging to be taken. He grabbed some oil from the table and started rubbing it against Legrand's entrance, gradually inserting his finger as Legrand's muscle stretched to accommodate him.
"John, please...not...not gently. Please," Legrand pleaded.
John withdrew his fingers, added some more oil and coated himself with it. He firmly grabbed Legrand's hip and guided his cock to rest against Legrand's tight hole before slowly easing into him. He pushed just the head of his cock in and then paused. "Say it," John commanded.
"Yours. I'm yours, John. Please..."
John sank into him with one huge thrust and Legrand cried out as his mind flashed to the poker from his dream. "Say it!" he heard John growling at him.
"Y-yours..." he gasped.
"Mine," said John as he pulled back and thrust into him again. He repeated his claim with each successive thrust. "Mine."
Legrand gradually relaxed and felt himself opening up as John continued to brutally pound into him. John had never taken him this forcefully before and he loved it. It seemed like far too soon when he felt John coming deep within him.
John slapped Legrand's arse one more time as he slipped out of him and fell over to the side, breathing hard. "Mine..." John panted. He grabbed Legrand's chin and turned his face upwards. "Whose are you?"
"Yours, John. I'm yours."
"Yes, you are. And I swear I will break the neck of anybody who ever even tries to take you from me - whether in your dreams or not. Do you believe me?"
"Yes."
"Good." John rolled over onto his back then pulled Legrand across on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Legrand and kissed him, long and hard and deep, his mouth taking possession of Legrand's as firmly as he had taken the rest of him. He squeezed Legrand tightly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I... I was worried you'd think I was weak," Legrand admitted.
John scoffed. "Because you had a bad dream about something that would have scared most other men to soil themselves?" John kissed him again. "Close your eyes."
Legrand did so then gasped in surprise as he felt much smaller hands than John's gently running over his arse. His eyes snapped open.
"Did you forget you're not just mine?" John asked him with a smile.
Eleanor climbed up onto the head of the bed on the other side from John. She was wearing a long dark dress and her hair was down around her shoulders. She knelt facing down the bed. "You may be John's, Legrand, but you are mine also, as is he... Say it, Legrand."
"I'm yours, Your Grace," he said, obediently.
"John?"
John smiled. "Yours, Your Grace."
John pushed Legrand's shoulder and encouraged him to roll over and lean back against the soft velvet of Eleanor's dress.
Eleanor dragged her nails over Legrand's chest and kissed the top of his head as she watched John kneel between Legrand's legs and lean over to take him into his mouth.
Legrand groaned as John started to slowly suck and lick his throbbing erection. He arched his hips up off the bed, allowing John to slide his hands under him and start gently kneading his backside.
Eleanor pinched Legrand's nipples and rolled them between her fingers as John slipped two then three of his fingers into Legrand's backside.
Legrand jerked hard up into John's mouth and John held him there, swallowing his hot seed as Legrand climaxed in his throat with a long wail of relief.
John lowered him back to the bed as Eleanor shifted to the side and lay down, cradling Legrand's head against her arm. John kissed his way up Legrand's body before lying back down on his other side.
Legrand lay between them, panting for breath; his white, scarred skin in stark contrast to their darkly clothed bodies. His breathing gradually slowed then grew ragged again as he started to cry, letting go of all the stress of the past few weeks.
John and Eleanor both held him and whispered to him how he was theirs, how beautiful he was and how much they loved him as he gradually fell asleep...
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"" La Corneille walked behind him, laughing, and Legrand braced himself for what he knew with certain dread would happen next.
Instead he felt a large hand softly stroking over his backside and a deep voice gently saying "Mine," before he was penetrated to his very core - but this time the heat and the pain were far sweeter and he cried out in bliss not agony, knowing he was safe and loved and claimed.
John watched as Legrand's face relaxed into a small smile and his breathing calmed as he slipped into a deeper, more peaceful sleep.
He leaned over and gently kissed Legrand's forehead. "Mine," he whispered.
Eleanor leaned over from the other side of the bed and kissed Legrand lightly on the cheek. "Mine."
John took her hand and gently squeezed it. She mouthed "Mine," to him as well and he smiled and nodded.
They carefully undressed then fell asleep still holding Legrand between them. In the morning all three of them made love slowly, enjoying the simple feel of each other's naked bodies, before John and Eleanor dressed again and quietly left.
Legrand slept for nearly two whole days and didn't dream once.
Queen to Queen's Knights
Mate
Rating: NC17
Word count: 1847
Warnings: Angst, slash, little bit of D/s.
Characters/Pairings: Little John/Legrand, Little John/Queen Eleanor/Legrand
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made but lots and lots of fun is being had and that's the important thing.
Notes: Last minute bunny so I apologise in advance for any rough edges - but whoever said this pair were smooth? ;) Total smut (not apologising for that, just saying XD).
Summary: Eleanor, John and Legrand are safely back at Poitiers but not quite yet fully recovered...
Previous moves:
White: Castle to Queens' Bishop
Black: Rook to Queen's Knight
White: Queen's Knight sacrifice
Black: Rook takes Queen's Knights
White: Queen to Queen's Castle
Black: Rook's Pawn to King
White: Queen to Queen's Knights
Wake up, John, please!
"" La Corneille leered at him then walked behind him and grabbed the poker. "" he hissed as he rammed the poker deep into Legrand's guts...
Legrand sat bolt upright in his bed, covered in sweat, gasping for breath and not sure if he'd screamed in his dream or out loud. The door to his room suddenly flew open and two guards entered with their swords drawn - which answered his question. John appeared shortly after them, clutching his side.
"Legrand?" John looked around the room in confusion.
"It was just a dream, John. I was just having a bad dream. You shouldn't have gotten up. I'm sorry if I woke you. "
John dismissed the guards then sat on the bed and looked at his younger friend with concern. "Not just me - I think you must have woken half the castle."
Legrand forced himself to laugh. "I never do anything by halves, John - you know that. I'm sorry, go back to sleep. I'll be fine..."
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As the days passed it became apparent, not only to John but to everyone who knew him, that Legrand was anything but fine. His leg was healing well and the cuts and bruises from his beating were fading fast but he woke screaming every night. He walked round the castle like a ghost with large dark circles under his eyes and he ate only a fraction of his usual meals.
There were slight variations to his dream: sometimes John was not there at all, other times he was there but did not wake and on the worst night John woke only for La Corneille to turn and plunge his sword through him, dumping his body in front of Legrand so he could see John's lifeless brown eyes staring up at him. Sometimes La Corneille whipped him first, most times he didn't, but the end was always the same - La Corneille would thrust the poker into Legrand's bowels making him scream in agony and pray for death as he woke.
One night after a long day in which John had pleaded with him yet again to share what was troubling him, the John of his dreams woke, rose silently behind La Corneille and put his arms around the mercenary's neck.
Legrand hoped with all his heart for the real history to finally free him from his nightmare but instead of snapping La Corneille's neck, John tilted it to one side and kissed it before looking up at Legrand. "You don't want my help," he said scornfully and he vanished.
La Corneille laughed and stepped behind Legrand with the poker once more...
Legrand woke, sobbing and barely managed to turn his head from his bed before throwing up. He spoke to John later that day.
"He said he was going to rape Eleanor?" John asked, stony-faced.
Legrand nodded.
"And he threatened to do the same to you and he was going to use the poker?"
"Yes - and in my dream he does."
John frowned but said nothing further, other than, "Thank you. I'll talk to you later." He got up and left the room without looking back at Legrand.
Legrand wasn't sure what reaction he'd hoped for from John but still, he felt as if a weight had been at least partially lifted from him. Maybe tonight would be different...
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The castle lay in darkness and Legrand lay on his side and stared at the wall. John had not come back and he wondered if it had been a mistake to tell him of his nightmare. He desperately wanted to sleep but could not bring himself to close his eyes and face the inevitable visions. He fought the heaviness in his eyes as long as possible but exhaustion finally took him and he drifted into a light slumber.
He woke what felt like moments later to large hands stripping back his bed-covers and pushing him over onto his front. "John?"
"Shut up." John sat down heavily on top of Legrand, straddling him and momentarily winding him. John seized Legrand's wrists and pinned them down to the bed either side of Legrand's head.
Legrand had taken off everything but his breeches to sleep in the summer heat but John was still fully dressed in dark clothes. Only his face and hands were visible in the dim light.
"I told you," John growled. "You should have told that French bastard your arse belongs to me." John leaned in close to Legrand's head and hissed in his ear. "Mine."
Legrand moaned very quietly. If John hadn't been so close to him he wouldn't have heard it.
"Say it," John whispered.
"Yours," Legrand answered quietly.
John moved further down the bed and off to one side. He roughly stripped off Legrand's breeches and stroked Legrand's backside possessively. "Mine. Even in your dreams, your arse is mine, Legrand. You don't share it with every French fucker who takes a fancy to it." He stopped stroking and grabbed Legrand's buttock, firmly squeezing it. "You know what I'm going to do now?"
Legrand nodded.
"Going to stop me?"
Legrand shook his head.
"Why?"
"Because I'm yours, John."
"That's right, because you're mine." John slapped Legrand's arse.
Legrand moaned again. "Please, John. Please..."
John untied his breeches and drew himself out as he knelt between Legrand's legs. He was already hard from the sight of Legrand lying naked in front of him, quietly begging to be taken. He grabbed some oil from the table and started rubbing it against Legrand's entrance, gradually inserting his finger as Legrand's muscle stretched to accommodate him.
"John, please...not...not gently. Please," Legrand pleaded.
John withdrew his fingers, added some more oil and coated himself with it. He firmly grabbed Legrand's hip and guided his cock to rest against Legrand's tight hole before slowly easing into him. He pushed just the head of his cock in and then paused. "Say it," John commanded.
"Yours. I'm yours, John. Please..."
John sank into him with one huge thrust and Legrand cried out as his mind flashed to the poker from his dream. "Say it!" he heard John growling at him.
"Y-yours..." he gasped.
"Mine," said John as he pulled back and thrust into him again. He repeated his claim with each successive thrust. "Mine."
Legrand gradually relaxed and felt himself opening up as John continued to brutally pound into him. John had never taken him this forcefully before and he loved it. It seemed like far too soon when he felt John coming deep within him.
John slapped Legrand's arse one more time as he slipped out of him and fell over to the side, breathing hard. "Mine..." John panted. He grabbed Legrand's chin and turned his face upwards. "Whose are you?"
"Yours, John. I'm yours."
"Yes, you are. And I swear I will break the neck of anybody who ever even tries to take you from me - whether in your dreams or not. Do you believe me?"
"Yes."
"Good." John rolled over onto his back then pulled Legrand across on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Legrand and kissed him, long and hard and deep, his mouth taking possession of Legrand's as firmly as he had taken the rest of him. He squeezed Legrand tightly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I... I was worried you'd think I was weak," Legrand admitted.
John scoffed. "Because you had a bad dream about something that would have scared most other men to soil themselves?" John kissed him again. "Close your eyes."
Legrand did so then gasped in surprise as he felt much smaller hands than John's gently running over his arse. His eyes snapped open.
"Did you forget you're not just mine?" John asked him with a smile.
Eleanor climbed up onto the head of the bed on the other side from John. She was wearing a long dark dress and her hair was down around her shoulders. She knelt facing down the bed. "You may be John's, Legrand, but you are mine also, as is he... Say it, Legrand."
"I'm yours, Your Grace," he said, obediently.
"John?"
John smiled. "Yours, Your Grace."
John pushed Legrand's shoulder and encouraged him to roll over and lean back against the soft velvet of Eleanor's dress.
Eleanor dragged her nails over Legrand's chest and kissed the top of his head as she watched John kneel between Legrand's legs and lean over to take him into his mouth.
Legrand groaned as John started to slowly suck and lick his throbbing erection. He arched his hips up off the bed, allowing John to slide his hands under him and start gently kneading his backside.
Eleanor pinched Legrand's nipples and rolled them between her fingers as John slipped two then three of his fingers into Legrand's backside.
Legrand jerked hard up into John's mouth and John held him there, swallowing his hot seed as Legrand climaxed in his throat with a long wail of relief.
John lowered him back to the bed as Eleanor shifted to the side and lay down, cradling Legrand's head against her arm. John kissed his way up Legrand's body before lying back down on his other side.
Legrand lay between them, panting for breath; his white, scarred skin in stark contrast to their darkly clothed bodies. His breathing gradually slowed then grew ragged again as he started to cry, letting go of all the stress of the past few weeks.
John and Eleanor both held him and whispered to him how he was theirs, how beautiful he was and how much they loved him as he gradually fell asleep...
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"
Instead he felt a large hand softly stroking over his backside and a deep voice gently saying "Mine," before he was penetrated to his very core - but this time the heat and the pain were far sweeter and he cried out in bliss not agony, knowing he was safe and loved and claimed.
John watched as Legrand's face relaxed into a small smile and his breathing calmed as he slipped into a deeper, more peaceful sleep.
He leaned over and gently kissed Legrand's forehead. "Mine," he whispered.
Eleanor leaned over from the other side of the bed and kissed Legrand lightly on the cheek. "Mine."
John took her hand and gently squeezed it. She mouthed "Mine," to him as well and he smiled and nodded.
They carefully undressed then fell asleep still holding Legrand between them. In the morning all three of them made love slowly, enjoying the simple feel of each other's naked bodies, before John and Eleanor dressed again and quietly left.
Legrand slept for nearly two whole days and didn't dream once.
Queen to Queen's Knights
Mate