Denial, Ch. 45; Under Your Skin
Title: Denial, Ch. 45; Under Your Skin
Author: darkentwisted
Characters/Pairings: Much/Carter Mentions: Robin, Brooks (O.C.)
Rating: PG-13 (For mention of slash, M/M)
Genre: slash, angst,
Words: 540
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial'.
Personally tested and sanitized for your protection by robinfanatic & wastingyourgum, poor souls with an unenviable task.
Summary: Much reveals a painful moment from his past.
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Semper Fidelis, I know what that means." Much smiled as he looked down at the young Saracen's handiwork. "I like it. 'Always faithful.'"
Carter mused, "Yes you are, my squire. It will be a reminder for both of us that whatever we do, where ever we go, that we will always be there for each other."
Much admired the image of the Celtic cross surrounded by lavender fronds on his upper arm. It would stay with him till the end of his days. "It's beautiful."
Carter looked at his own faded cross the artist had just added words and flowers to. "No knight should be without one in war." His eyes glistened. "It tells the priest that we are children of God and deserving of a good Christian burial. I hope we never need them."
Much sobered, "Charles deserved a good burial. He sacrificed his life for ours..."
"He made it. We have to believe that," Carter shushed. If anyone could survive, it was Yeoman Brooks. The knight smiled, "Besides, I have a feeling we will see him again."
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Later as they cradled each other after an evening of delicious food, wine and passionate lovemaking, Much softly fingered the raw skin around Carter's tattoo. He sadly mouthed the letters as he traced each one and a single tear fell from his cheek causing his lover to stir.
"You're crying." Carter wiped at the wetness with his thumb and brought Much's face to his. "Why? Does your arm hurt?"
Much shook his head softly and sighed. "I just remembered something Robin told me once in anger. That I was a pox under his skin. He would scratch and scratch and never be rid of me."
Carter cradled his sad lover. "What a cruel and insensitive thing to say to you."
Much nodded against Carter's chest. "He was angry. Robin thought he'd lost Marian forever," he mused, looking up at the knight. "He's rid of me now. He should be glad." Much thought for a moment then broke the stillness again. "Carter?"
"Yes, Much?" the knight replied, as he stroked his lover's hair.
"Should I ever become a pox under your skin would you let me go?"
Carter held his lover at arm's length and showed him the fresh words on his own arm that would be a part of him till death. "You already are under my skin, love. Right where I want you to be." He fingered his squire's dimpled chin fondly. "Robin was a fool and he was wrong. You are not a pox but a blessing, Lord Much." Carter pulled the squire closer until their foreheads connected. He gazed into Much's sad questioning eyes. "The only touch I shall ever need to do is your lips on mine to quench my desire for you... Semper Fidelis?"
"Semper Fidelis," Much sighed. Their lips connected and bad memories were forgotten.