Denial, chapter 10: A Knight in Aquitaine
Title: Denial, chapter 10: A Knight in Aquitaine
Author: darkentwisted & robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Much/Carter, Queen Eleanor
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slash
Words: 1541
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; we just want to play in their universe
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial' and is set during 2x09, "Lardner's Ring". From the bit of research we've done, it appears that in 1193-94, Eleanor of Aquitaine was likely in England. However, we are placing this chapter in Aquitaine because it's just more fun that way! Besides, if Tiger Aspect can distort the historical record, then why shouldn't we? This is Denial after all.
Summary: Carter & Much continue their trek through France toward the Holy Land. If you can't tell from the rating, there will be lavender ahead...
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
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Denial, chapter 10: A Knight in Aquitaine
by darkentwisted and robinfanatic
"Milady!" the former servant said as he fell to one knee and bowed his head.
The lady, regally dressed in a crimson velvet court dress with lavish gold trims, smiled sweetly with downturned eyes as she lifted his chin with her fingers. “I know you. Where do I know you?" A spark of recognition widened her eyes. "My son’s royal guard! You are Lord Loxley’s manservant, Mulch.”
"That is Much, milady," Carter cautiously added, suppressing a giggle to his lover's annoyed glance.
The older woman laughed genially, “Of course, I am sorry. Much, forgive a foolish old lady.”
The squire nodded reverently. What choice did he have? "It is all right, milady."
She bade the men to rise with her hands and held the former manservant at arms length, "You clean up well, Squire Much."
"Thank you, milady," he croaked nervously.
She slyly eyed her son’s former guard and winked, “It is about time you found a nice man and settled down, Carter.”
"Milady!" Much forgot himself and exclaimed wide-eyed.
"Relax, Much, we are all friends here and there is no one else around." She then thought, "But I cannot have one of my favourite knights bedding a commoner, even one as adorable as you."
“Oh.” Much’s heart sank.
"But then I don’t have to worry about that, do I? I've had word Sheriff Vaisey has already done that for me, has he not?" She smiled a touch evilly. "We just need to show him a thing or two and make the title he conferred official."
Much was completely confused as she nodded at Carter to hand her his sword. Much’s eyes widened in fear.
She raised the blade. “Kneel please. You will earn this in time but it is my duty to confer this on you now as it is in my power.” She touched the sword tip to the squire’s left shoulder. “By the power vested in me as Eleanor of Aquitaine, Queen Mother of England, I dub thee Lord Much of Bonchurch, Earl of Wight." She finished with the right shoulder then bade the new lord to rise. She handed Carter back his sword and dusted her hands on her gown. “There, now that that is over with, I have had my servants draw a bath for you boys. We shall talk of England and my son John tomorrow--he has invited me to spend Christmas with him at Pontefract Castle. I should like to know what he has been up to. But the hour is late and you certainly must be hungry and tired after your journey." The Queen smiled at Carter. "I hope you still favour lavender for your soak, Carter." She winked at Much. "He just loves lavender.”
Carter nodded grinning warmly, making the newly-titled nobleman blush. "He knows I do." They followed the Queen and her servant as they led the way to the men’s rooms.
"She….she…knighted me," Much stammered, looking at his lover unsurely. "What do I do now?"
Carter leered, “Try to wipe that grin off your face and enjoy it.”
Much stared at the oversized bath nestled cozily in one corner of an oversized bedchamber, the likes of which he had never seen before. "Still favour lavender? What did she mean?" An arrangement of lavender stems graced the side table. Steam rose from the bath and a familiar scent lingered in the room. Picking up one of the plants, he wandered toward the loop and looked outside, his eyes wide at the sea of purple that carpeted a magnificent garden.
Carter cleared his throat. "When I first traveled to the Holy Land, my father secured an audience for me with Queen Eleanor. You can see she is a gracious hostess. Back then, as now, my room was filled with lavender," he said as he pulled his tunic over his head. That bath--and Much--looked so inviting after the hours they'd spent in the saddle. "The Queen even had me take dried stems to His Majesty, to remind him of Aquitaine."
"To the King? So you've shared--"
"That was long ago, Much."
Oh God how he wanted to believe that Carter's heart was all his. Why did he still have doubts? How could he compete with the King for Carter's affection? What was he thinking? He stared at the lavender in his hand then twirled it between his fingers.
"Surely you remember what it was like to be--"
"Wild nights with wild knights. For some," Much murmured. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed Carter come up behind him. His heart started to pound. "But the King? If he favours you then what does that mean for me--for us?"
Carter wrapped his arms around his lover. "Long ago," Carter whispered, his breath hot on Much's neck, "before I met you."
A familiar ache spread through Much's body, an ache stirred by so much more than lust. He glanced back at the knight. "I know that look--"
"You see, I have this soft spot for a squire from Nottingham." Carter kissed Much's neck. "He has the most incredible blue eyes. A mouth curved like a Saracen bow. With lips that warm my soul. I love you, Much. There is no other."
"I knew that." Much moaned softly as Carter nibbled on his ear. "And I won't let you forget it."
Carter's hand slid under Much's tunic. The squire's head was pressed back against his shoulder and his eyes met Carter's. A soft smile lit the knight's face. "That little look back," he said. "That means I've won."
"Yes?" Much asked. "What else?"
Carter looked at his lover, his eyes twinkling mischievously. His palm glided over the laces on Much's leggings. "Shall I keep talking?"
Much shook his head. Words were lost in the next few minutes, and only the sounds of each other's pleasure echoed off the walls. Carter stroked his hardening flesh, his touch so gentle that every nerve in the squire's body felt afire. Much turned in Carter's arms and their lips met in a tender kiss. Much's tunic found the floor and the knight's hands wandered down his naked back toward the roundness of his arse. Hands and lips became entangled with need. Much found himself pressed against the wall, his arms pinned over his head, his body ravished by a mouth so hot he thought his blood might boil. Carnal lust consumed them as they panted their need into each other. Much sought his lover's eyes as his toungue moved over way too sensitive skin in a slow dance of torturous bliss. Carter's greedy lips found the places that made the other man mad with desire. Much stood there, his eyes closed, his lover's name on his lips like an incantation. Carter held his lover firmly in place with one hand as his lips swept blissfully up his side. Much squirmed with each touch. He whimpered as his lover teased him, always coming up from his task to see the look of passion in his captive's eyes, lips achingly inches from his own. Carter was enjoying this and was obviously good at it as well. Much smiled at the delicious torture. "You certainly wouldn't treat King Richard this way."
Carter leered up seductively, "Who do you think invented this little game?"
The new knight's eyes widened in realization at the comment then wider still as his lover's lips made contact with his weeping member. "Oh...oh!" Carter released his partner only so they could continue in the bath what he started. Hands finally free, Much sat on the edge of the tub and ran his fingers through his lover's flaxen hair as Carter proved his talents with his mouth rivaled his skill with sword and bow. Much imagined that same mouth on the king himself, tantalizing and stroking him to ecstacy. It was too much and he found himself beyond the edge of control. His body went limp as he slid into the water and Carter's lips slid up his chest and throat and on his mouth as he tasted his own lust there. Brilliant blue eyes met his as he smiled weakly. "I must say, Master. I like the way you treated the king."
Carter grinned as their lips met again softly. "You are a knight now. No master, no servant, just us. I want you, Much, never again as your master but from this moment on only as your lover."
Much nodded, smiling as Carter turned him gently. Strong arms held him close, a shield against the cruel world of war and madness they would soon face. With the knight's heart beating against his back, Much knew passion--and love--that was more intense than any he'd felt before. Carter entered him gently and they lay in ecstacy in the warm fragrant water, connected as one. Every thrust from his lover brought tears of joy to the former servant and squire. Everything was perfect. Being with Carter at that moment, he felt complete. Carter's hands slid from his hips to his groin, and with his tender strokes they climaxed again together. Neither man wanted to let go of the other nor this moment so they lay there panting and kissing till the water cooled.
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Chapter 11 this way... Allan needs some help...
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.
Author: darkentwisted & robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Much/Carter, Queen Eleanor
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slash
Words: 1541
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; we just want to play in their universe
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial' and is set during 2x09, "Lardner's Ring". From the bit of research we've done, it appears that in 1193-94, Eleanor of Aquitaine was likely in England. However, we are placing this chapter in Aquitaine because it's just more fun that way! Besides, if Tiger Aspect can distort the historical record, then why shouldn't we? This is Denial after all.
Summary: Carter & Much continue their trek through France toward the Holy Land. If you can't tell from the rating, there will be lavender ahead...
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
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Denial, chapter 10: A Knight in Aquitaine
by darkentwisted and robinfanatic
"Milady!" the former servant said as he fell to one knee and bowed his head.
The lady, regally dressed in a crimson velvet court dress with lavish gold trims, smiled sweetly with downturned eyes as she lifted his chin with her fingers. “I know you. Where do I know you?" A spark of recognition widened her eyes. "My son’s royal guard! You are Lord Loxley’s manservant, Mulch.”
"That is Much, milady," Carter cautiously added, suppressing a giggle to his lover's annoyed glance.
The older woman laughed genially, “Of course, I am sorry. Much, forgive a foolish old lady.”
The squire nodded reverently. What choice did he have? "It is all right, milady."
She bade the men to rise with her hands and held the former manservant at arms length, "You clean up well, Squire Much."
"Thank you, milady," he croaked nervously.
She slyly eyed her son’s former guard and winked, “It is about time you found a nice man and settled down, Carter.”
"Milady!" Much forgot himself and exclaimed wide-eyed.
"Relax, Much, we are all friends here and there is no one else around." She then thought, "But I cannot have one of my favourite knights bedding a commoner, even one as adorable as you."
“Oh.” Much’s heart sank.
"But then I don’t have to worry about that, do I? I've had word Sheriff Vaisey has already done that for me, has he not?" She smiled a touch evilly. "We just need to show him a thing or two and make the title he conferred official."
Much was completely confused as she nodded at Carter to hand her his sword. Much’s eyes widened in fear.
She raised the blade. “Kneel please. You will earn this in time but it is my duty to confer this on you now as it is in my power.” She touched the sword tip to the squire’s left shoulder. “By the power vested in me as Eleanor of Aquitaine, Queen Mother of England, I dub thee Lord Much of Bonchurch, Earl of Wight." She finished with the right shoulder then bade the new lord to rise. She handed Carter back his sword and dusted her hands on her gown. “There, now that that is over with, I have had my servants draw a bath for you boys. We shall talk of England and my son John tomorrow--he has invited me to spend Christmas with him at Pontefract Castle. I should like to know what he has been up to. But the hour is late and you certainly must be hungry and tired after your journey." The Queen smiled at Carter. "I hope you still favour lavender for your soak, Carter." She winked at Much. "He just loves lavender.”
Carter nodded grinning warmly, making the newly-titled nobleman blush. "He knows I do." They followed the Queen and her servant as they led the way to the men’s rooms.
"She….she…knighted me," Much stammered, looking at his lover unsurely. "What do I do now?"
Carter leered, “Try to wipe that grin off your face and enjoy it.”
Much stared at the oversized bath nestled cozily in one corner of an oversized bedchamber, the likes of which he had never seen before. "Still favour lavender? What did she mean?" An arrangement of lavender stems graced the side table. Steam rose from the bath and a familiar scent lingered in the room. Picking up one of the plants, he wandered toward the loop and looked outside, his eyes wide at the sea of purple that carpeted a magnificent garden.
Carter cleared his throat. "When I first traveled to the Holy Land, my father secured an audience for me with Queen Eleanor. You can see she is a gracious hostess. Back then, as now, my room was filled with lavender," he said as he pulled his tunic over his head. That bath--and Much--looked so inviting after the hours they'd spent in the saddle. "The Queen even had me take dried stems to His Majesty, to remind him of Aquitaine."
"To the King? So you've shared--"
"That was long ago, Much."
Oh God how he wanted to believe that Carter's heart was all his. Why did he still have doubts? How could he compete with the King for Carter's affection? What was he thinking? He stared at the lavender in his hand then twirled it between his fingers.
"Surely you remember what it was like to be--"
"Wild nights with wild knights. For some," Much murmured. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed Carter come up behind him. His heart started to pound. "But the King? If he favours you then what does that mean for me--for us?"
Carter wrapped his arms around his lover. "Long ago," Carter whispered, his breath hot on Much's neck, "before I met you."
A familiar ache spread through Much's body, an ache stirred by so much more than lust. He glanced back at the knight. "I know that look--"
"You see, I have this soft spot for a squire from Nottingham." Carter kissed Much's neck. "He has the most incredible blue eyes. A mouth curved like a Saracen bow. With lips that warm my soul. I love you, Much. There is no other."
"I knew that." Much moaned softly as Carter nibbled on his ear. "And I won't let you forget it."
Carter's hand slid under Much's tunic. The squire's head was pressed back against his shoulder and his eyes met Carter's. A soft smile lit the knight's face. "That little look back," he said. "That means I've won."
"Yes?" Much asked. "What else?"
Carter looked at his lover, his eyes twinkling mischievously. His palm glided over the laces on Much's leggings. "Shall I keep talking?"
Much shook his head. Words were lost in the next few minutes, and only the sounds of each other's pleasure echoed off the walls. Carter stroked his hardening flesh, his touch so gentle that every nerve in the squire's body felt afire. Much turned in Carter's arms and their lips met in a tender kiss. Much's tunic found the floor and the knight's hands wandered down his naked back toward the roundness of his arse. Hands and lips became entangled with need. Much found himself pressed against the wall, his arms pinned over his head, his body ravished by a mouth so hot he thought his blood might boil. Carnal lust consumed them as they panted their need into each other. Much sought his lover's eyes as his toungue moved over way too sensitive skin in a slow dance of torturous bliss. Carter's greedy lips found the places that made the other man mad with desire. Much stood there, his eyes closed, his lover's name on his lips like an incantation. Carter held his lover firmly in place with one hand as his lips swept blissfully up his side. Much squirmed with each touch. He whimpered as his lover teased him, always coming up from his task to see the look of passion in his captive's eyes, lips achingly inches from his own. Carter was enjoying this and was obviously good at it as well. Much smiled at the delicious torture. "You certainly wouldn't treat King Richard this way."
Carter leered up seductively, "Who do you think invented this little game?"
The new knight's eyes widened in realization at the comment then wider still as his lover's lips made contact with his weeping member. "Oh...oh!" Carter released his partner only so they could continue in the bath what he started. Hands finally free, Much sat on the edge of the tub and ran his fingers through his lover's flaxen hair as Carter proved his talents with his mouth rivaled his skill with sword and bow. Much imagined that same mouth on the king himself, tantalizing and stroking him to ecstacy. It was too much and he found himself beyond the edge of control. His body went limp as he slid into the water and Carter's lips slid up his chest and throat and on his mouth as he tasted his own lust there. Brilliant blue eyes met his as he smiled weakly. "I must say, Master. I like the way you treated the king."
Carter grinned as their lips met again softly. "You are a knight now. No master, no servant, just us. I want you, Much, never again as your master but from this moment on only as your lover."
Much nodded, smiling as Carter turned him gently. Strong arms held him close, a shield against the cruel world of war and madness they would soon face. With the knight's heart beating against his back, Much knew passion--and love--that was more intense than any he'd felt before. Carter entered him gently and they lay in ecstacy in the warm fragrant water, connected as one. Every thrust from his lover brought tears of joy to the former servant and squire. Everything was perfect. Being with Carter at that moment, he felt complete. Carter's hands slid from his hips to his groin, and with his tender strokes they climaxed again together. Neither man wanted to let go of the other nor this moment so they lay there panting and kissing till the water cooled.
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Chapter 11 this way... Allan needs some help...
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.