Title: Drowning
Author: iiskaa
Pairing: Robin/Guy (from BBC's Robin Hood)
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: implied torture, implied non-con
Summary: Set during 1.08. How things could have gone between Robin and Guy. Dark-ish.
A/N: Drabble length. Wrote this a long time ago and never posted it because I wanted to rewrite it as a longer fic. Just came across it and thought I'd put it up.
The slow sizzle of flesh beneath glowing steel, the smell of it, sharp and familiar. The insistent sound of blood pounding in his ears. It's the sound of the ocean, fathomless, immediate. He heard it at Acre, drowning out the clash and the chaos of battle.
But he's not in Acre, and this is no battlefield.
And he doesn't care about the questions, forgets to ask them. Replaces the gag to stop the spill of answers, choked out in broken gasps, if not the screams. He doesn't care what happened at Acre. He doesn't care about war or politics, about regicide or conspiracies.
Only that Gisborne's smirk has given way to eyes wide, filled with hurt and pleading. (They're the color of the ocean, the color of storm clouds at sea).
Only that his breath catches when red-hot metal gives way to the rough, rude press of lips to throat, of hands to hips. Only the salt-water taste of sweat and tears.