King Arthur - Repentant - Gwain/Galahad - NC-17
Title: Repentant
Pairing: Gwain/Galahad
Rating: Call it NC-17 and err on the side of caution.
Author's Notes: For deannawol, who gave me this idea (look, hon, got it finished! Aren't you proud?). Beware of possible OOC and such.
Gwain stumbled through the doorway, cursing when his shoulder thumped off the post as he lurched towards the bed. He wanted to be asleep, to loose the bitterness, the anger and the disappointment that soured the ale in his mouth. He hadn't thought to light a candle - he was too unsteady on his feet to trust himself with a naked flame. He unstrapped his armour and tugged away his boots - practice enabling him to do identify straps by touch. He left on the long linen undershirt and shivered in the cold air.
The bed loomed up in front of him and he managed an unmanly yelp when his shins thwacked off the solid frame and he toppled face first onto the bed. They'd broken the board in the middle of the bed just before leaving to meet the snake Germanis and it wasn't fixed yet. So Gwain sank into the bed like a rock into the water.
He swore more inventively and braced his hands to push himself over. Then he had his breath driven out of his lungs with a 'whoof!' as a heavy body landed on his. His first reaction was instinctive panic. But his assailant had anticipated him and strong, calloused hands grasped his wrist, pinning them to the stratchy mattress. He twisted and arched, trying to throw him - it was definitely a him - but his attacker had a knee on each side of his hips and was pushing his wrists into the mattress.
He fought, but the mystery man rode out his struggles as if he was breaking in a wild horse. And, like a horse, Gwain wore himself out fast and stilled, gasping for air. Only then did the man move. Rope - good, flax rope that Flora made when Bors was away - looped around his wrists and tugged them up. Gwain pulled weakly but the knots were too secure.
Then he felt the damp breath against his ear and he twisted to try and see the other's face. The faint glow from the fires outside showed a faint outline. He opened his mouth to speak and a length of cloth is pulled between his teeth. He tried to protest and the gag was pulled tighter, strangling the sounds. Then the man pulled at his linen shirt and Gwain hears the stitches rip open.
He started to struggle again, and the other man pushed down on the back of his neck, holding him immobile. The other hand was trailing along the ridges of his spine and scars that criss-crossed his back. Gwain shifted uneasily - earning a smack across bare buttocks that made him gasp into the gag.
The sound earnt him a reproving nip on the shoulder as the other started to explore. He nipped and licked a trail across Gwain's back and legs. Gwain was helpless to deepen the teasing contact, blind in the dark and straining towards featherlight caresses that tanatalised him. He moaned and heard a wicked chuckle before teeth tug on his ear.
He panted, the cloth in his mouth wet and every inch of his skin tingled. His mystery lover was crouched over him and Gwain arched back, desperate for contact. The other shifted away, teasing and he felt a hot length pressed against the dip of his back for a moment before the other was gone. A needy, lost whimper - that would have shamed him had he been in his right mind - sounded from his throat.
A drizzle of greasy liquid, warm and slick in the small of his back. A lazy finger trailed through the small pool and downward into the crease between his buttocks. The touch was rough, but oddly careful - inexperienced but thorough. Gwain pressed his flushed face into the scratchy mattress, gabbling prayers, curses, pleas and wordless encouragement. The finger became fingers without Gwain noticing the addition until it was stabbing at something that sent dull pleasure shuddering up along his spine.
His cock was hard and he was sprawled wantonly on the bed. No strength or will to do more than writhe weakly on the bed. At last his mystery lover slid his fingers free, leaving Gwain keening and breathless. His legs were nudged apart and he felt the bed dip under the other's weight. The thrust was rough and pain threatened to eclipse the pleasure. He moaned and felt the other tense, steadying himself on his hand and his breath hissed against Gwain's ear. A moment as Gwain adjusted then a cautious thrust. Another groan as white-hot pleasure-pain seared up his back and another thrust, another and the rhythm quickened and the world spiralled away into stars and the heat of his lover's seed spilled deep within him.
He was too tired to do more than mumbled contentedly as the bonds were loosened and he was rolled over and into a possesive embrace. He pressed a brief kiss against the hairy throat and snuggled closer, managing a questioning mumble. His lover laughed. "Come now, you don't think I was going to let you ride into danger without you repenting properly?"
"'M sorry..." Gwain yawned.
"Don't be, love. Where else would I be when you are going off into danger? Now, go to sleep. Dag will wake us at dawn."
"Mmm, 'night Galahad...love...."
"Goodnight, love."
Pairing: Gwain/Galahad
Rating: Call it NC-17 and err on the side of caution.
Author's Notes: For deannawol, who gave me this idea (look, hon, got it finished! Aren't you proud?). Beware of possible OOC and such.
Gwain stumbled through the doorway, cursing when his shoulder thumped off the post as he lurched towards the bed. He wanted to be asleep, to loose the bitterness, the anger and the disappointment that soured the ale in his mouth. He hadn't thought to light a candle - he was too unsteady on his feet to trust himself with a naked flame. He unstrapped his armour and tugged away his boots - practice enabling him to do identify straps by touch. He left on the long linen undershirt and shivered in the cold air.
The bed loomed up in front of him and he managed an unmanly yelp when his shins thwacked off the solid frame and he toppled face first onto the bed. They'd broken the board in the middle of the bed just before leaving to meet the snake Germanis and it wasn't fixed yet. So Gwain sank into the bed like a rock into the water.
He swore more inventively and braced his hands to push himself over. Then he had his breath driven out of his lungs with a 'whoof!' as a heavy body landed on his. His first reaction was instinctive panic. But his assailant had anticipated him and strong, calloused hands grasped his wrist, pinning them to the stratchy mattress. He twisted and arched, trying to throw him - it was definitely a him - but his attacker had a knee on each side of his hips and was pushing his wrists into the mattress.
He fought, but the mystery man rode out his struggles as if he was breaking in a wild horse. And, like a horse, Gwain wore himself out fast and stilled, gasping for air. Only then did the man move. Rope - good, flax rope that Flora made when Bors was away - looped around his wrists and tugged them up. Gwain pulled weakly but the knots were too secure.
Then he felt the damp breath against his ear and he twisted to try and see the other's face. The faint glow from the fires outside showed a faint outline. He opened his mouth to speak and a length of cloth is pulled between his teeth. He tried to protest and the gag was pulled tighter, strangling the sounds. Then the man pulled at his linen shirt and Gwain hears the stitches rip open.
He started to struggle again, and the other man pushed down on the back of his neck, holding him immobile. The other hand was trailing along the ridges of his spine and scars that criss-crossed his back. Gwain shifted uneasily - earning a smack across bare buttocks that made him gasp into the gag.
The sound earnt him a reproving nip on the shoulder as the other started to explore. He nipped and licked a trail across Gwain's back and legs. Gwain was helpless to deepen the teasing contact, blind in the dark and straining towards featherlight caresses that tanatalised him. He moaned and heard a wicked chuckle before teeth tug on his ear.
He panted, the cloth in his mouth wet and every inch of his skin tingled. His mystery lover was crouched over him and Gwain arched back, desperate for contact. The other shifted away, teasing and he felt a hot length pressed against the dip of his back for a moment before the other was gone. A needy, lost whimper - that would have shamed him had he been in his right mind - sounded from his throat.
A drizzle of greasy liquid, warm and slick in the small of his back. A lazy finger trailed through the small pool and downward into the crease between his buttocks. The touch was rough, but oddly careful - inexperienced but thorough. Gwain pressed his flushed face into the scratchy mattress, gabbling prayers, curses, pleas and wordless encouragement. The finger became fingers without Gwain noticing the addition until it was stabbing at something that sent dull pleasure shuddering up along his spine.
His cock was hard and he was sprawled wantonly on the bed. No strength or will to do more than writhe weakly on the bed. At last his mystery lover slid his fingers free, leaving Gwain keening and breathless. His legs were nudged apart and he felt the bed dip under the other's weight. The thrust was rough and pain threatened to eclipse the pleasure. He moaned and felt the other tense, steadying himself on his hand and his breath hissed against Gwain's ear. A moment as Gwain adjusted then a cautious thrust. Another groan as white-hot pleasure-pain seared up his back and another thrust, another and the rhythm quickened and the world spiralled away into stars and the heat of his lover's seed spilled deep within him.
He was too tired to do more than mumbled contentedly as the bonds were loosened and he was rolled over and into a possesive embrace. He pressed a brief kiss against the hairy throat and snuggled closer, managing a questioning mumble. His lover laughed. "Come now, you don't think I was going to let you ride into danger without you repenting properly?"
"'M sorry..." Gwain yawned.
"Don't be, love. Where else would I be when you are going off into danger? Now, go to sleep. Dag will wake us at dawn."
"Mmm, 'night Galahad...love...."
"Goodnight, love."