Warnings: Less then chapter one which had more warnings then a bottle of drain cleaner. So if you read that, you should be fine with this. ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the Knight and Rogue series. I own only my weird pervy little fantasies.

Last half. Michael/Fisk in this part. Michael wasn't really even in the first half… A little late to be saving your luv muffin, baby.


For an agonizingly long moment, Michael just stood there seemingly frozen in place, his shock and horror displayed clearly on his face at the sight before him.

The client's reaction to the sudden intrusion was a mix of surprise, anger, confusion and possibly embarrassment (though that emotion required shame which he didn't seem to have a lot of). He got up quickly seeming flustered, but mostly just mad, pulling his trousers back up, and was shouting furiously at the knight errant as he stomped over to the door.

That was when Michael seemed to get over his initial shock. In the blink of an eye his expression shifted from astonishment to anger, and that was the only warning anyone in the room got before he threw a punch at the man so hard it knocked him clear to the ground.

The sudden, violent action was surprising to say the least, but not so surprising as the expression of pure rage that darkened the knight's normally kind, honest face, making him look almost like a completely different person.

Fisk had never seen his employer so angry before. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd ever seen anyone this angry before. Even not being directly on the receiving end of it, it was frightening enough to send chills down his spine.

As the man tried to pick himself up, Michael grabbed him roughly by the collar, lifting him the rest of the way to his feet before slamming him into the wall (the walls were taking a lot of abuse tonight). He was about an inch or so taller then the man, and with such adrenaline on his side, the pervert didn't stand a chance. The man tried to get words out, but the knight's hands were squeezed tightly around his throat. He was going to kill him…

This jolted Fisk out of the daze he hadn't realized he was in. It wasn't that he was overly fond of the man, but Michael was unredeemed and if he took any rash actions, there would be no saving him.

"Michael, stop!" Fisk shouted, and tried to stand, but his legs ended up giving out and sending him to the floor instead.

Michael's attention swiftly shifted, and his fingers must have loosened at least somewhat, for the man was able to let out a desperate gasp for air. "What do you mean 'stop'? This man- he- What he did to you, he deserves-!"

"You're unredeemed. If you do anything to him-"

"You expect me to just let him go?" Michael's anger had taken on a sort of wild desperation, tinged with something else which was difficult to identify clearly, and Fisk couldn't meet his eyes long enough to try.

"There's nothing we can do…"

"Yes there is! I may be unredeemed, but I already declared your debt repaid! If I can do nothing to him, then we will turn him in and the judicars will make him pay for his actions!"

This was the part Fisk had been wishing to avoid. The ugly truth was that the law didn't care what anyone did to illegal prostitutes. The man could have killed him, and no one would have so much as batted an eye.

The second they heard that the man had paid for him, their case would be out the window, and the rogue would likely be thrown in prison instead.

"Let him go, Michael." He couldn't meet his eyes, but even not seeing his expression, he knew his employer was not going to accept his command.

"Fisk, how can you say that after-?"

"I told you, there's nothing we can do", he still could not bring himself to look at him, and kept his gaze firmly fixed on the floor. Fisk could tell Michael was about to interrupt, so he plowed straight ahead, not giving him the chance. "I… I solicited him. Turning him in would do no good..."

The rogue could not look up, but could easily guess what his companion's expression must look like. Shock… Confusion… Disgust…

"That's right, I paid for the whore! You can't do anything to me!" It was amazing the man could be that brave whilst still red in the face from lack of oxygen and hands still at his throat.

"Fisk… Why would you…?" The knight errant's voice sounded shocked, incredulous. His fingers fell limply from the man's throat, and the bastard took the opportunity to roughly shove past him and make his escape out the door.

Michael looked like he wanted to go after him.

"Don't", Fisk managed to croak. His throat felt tight, his body ached all over, and he felt completely physically and emotionally spent. He wanted to be picking himself up off the floor right now, getting his clothes back on and possibly regaining what little dignity he still had left, but at the moment just didn't have it in him.

Michael didn't make any move to leave, but he didn't say anything either, and somehow the silence was more agonizing then any words could have been.

"Why were you even here…?" The rogue's voice came out sounding more broken then he'd wanted it to. It was of little importance, and he could already guess the answer, but he had to break the silence somehow.

It took Michael a moment to respond, and when he did his voice was quiet. "… I woke up and you were gone. I waited but… when you did not return, I went looking. I could hear banging and shouts from the hall… I thought it could be trouble, but I did not think…" He trailed off, but there was little need for him to continue.

Despite himself, a small bitter smile crossed Fisk's lips. Of course his employer would have to get involved if he thought someone was in danger. And it always seemed to turn out poorly for the both of them…

"Why did you do it?"

Apparently it was Fisk's turn to be questioned. He did not particularly feel like answering though. Now or ever.

"You can go back to our room now. I'll be-"

"Fisk."

"You knew I was a criminal when you redeemed me, this-"

"This is different."

Of course it was. This was the part where his companion, finding out what filth he truly was finally realized he could never be reformed and give up on the ridiculous task. He would no doubt want to leave him now, and that should have been okay. It should have been what he wanted. The smart thing would have been to leave the moment Michael had told him his debt was repaid, but he had lost that chance over a week ago. Now, as always, the decision was being made for him. One would think he'd be used to it by now, but…

Fisk realized his pants which had been cast aside were beside him. He picked them up, fishing around in the pockets until he found…

"Here", he said, tossing the shiny metal coin to his companion who just managed to catch it.

Michael looked at the roundel in his hand, then at Fisk, his confusion obvious. "What is…?""The payment. You can have it." He managed to put more confidence into his voice now, even if he was mostly still speaking to the floorboards.

Michael's voice was tight, "I don't want this."

"I know it's not much, I really am getting too old for this, but I figure since you rescued me, you at least deserve-"

"I do not need payment for helping you. I… What do you mean 'too old'…? Fisk, how young were you when you began doing this?" His voice was far too soft, far too pitying. It figured. Leave it to Michael to find pity for a prostitute. He would have preferred a punch in the face.

"I… It doesn't matter", Fisk managed to pull himself up, having to grip tightly to the bedpost as he did so. It hurt to stand after the abuse he had taken, and his legs shook even leaning heavily against the bed as he was, but at least he wasn't sprawled out on the floor anymore. "Please, just go. I'll clean up, and then-"

His legs buckled again, but Michael caught him this time before he could fall completely. He tried to shove the knight away, but had very little fight left in him, and was forced to concede with being firmly yet gently guided to sit on the bed.

His employer backed off then, walking towards the door, and for a moment, the rogue was hopeful- though he knew not why his heart seemed to clench at the thought- that he would follow his command and leave, but he had merely gone to shut the door. Obviously they would not want to have someone looking in right now with him in this shameful state…

The task done, he came back to the bed, kneeling down in front of Fisk, causing the rogue to shift uncomfortably. The bed wasn't very tall, and their height difference coming into check, the knight didn't have too far to look up to meet his eyes.

Fisk didn't like him there, where he could see him so clearly, and he still was too cursedly shaken up to put up a very strong front.

"I… I'm sorry for everything you've had to go through. Even if you do not wish to tell me all of it, but… but I want you to know that this is not all there is. What that man, or what any other has done to you twas wrong, and has nothing to do with love, but love does exist."

The rogue let out a sharp, joyless laugh at this. "If it does, I have never seen it. Noble Sir, 'love' tis merely what you speak of when you want a woman to come to bed with you." He was trying to play it off lightly with the sarcastic remark, but his façade wasn't working, and despite how much he tried to stop it, he felt his eyes start to sting with tears.

Fisk tried to turn away so his employer wouldn't see, but he couldn't hide, not from those eyes looking so attentively at him. And as a tear escaped to trail down his face, a hand gently came up to wipe it away.

"It may be hard to find, but it exists…"

"How would you know? Those ballads you love so much have rotted your brain." He was still crying, curse it, but he couldn't seem to stop. And Michael just wouldn't leave him be. Fisk closed his eyes, taking a deep breath trying his hardest to make the tears stop… and then the unexpected happened.

Michael caught his chin in one hand lowering his face, and before Fisk could think to stop him laid a gentle kiss on his lips.

"W-what was…?"

"Fisk, I love you."

For a moment, the rogue looked stunned, but then… his expression shifted, his slightly open mouth closing and forming a bitter smile, his unguarded self being hidden again by a sturdy wall.

"I would not have expected it from you, but if you wanted to bed me, all you had to do was ask. I do owe you for saving me I suppose."

Michael- curse him- looked genuinely hurt, and despite himself Fisk felt a twinge of guilt for his blunt statement. It had been true though, he was sure of it, and his past experience would not allow him to believe otherwise.

The hurt look on his employer's face changed to that look of noble determination he so often wore. "If you do not believe me, then I shall prove it to you."

With that, Michael kissed him again, slowly standing as he did so, leaning in as he gently guided Fisk to lay down on the bed. This wasn't convincing him so far, but the rogue let him carry on, obediently laying down as the knight errant came to straddle him, still kissing him, though not the violent, ravenous kisses he was used to- the ones that seemed to often involve more teeth then tongue and would occasionally draw blood- but soft, caring even.

If they were going to do this, they might as well get on with it. Fisk tried to reach for his companion's belt, but his hand was swiftly batted away.

"You don't have to do anything", Michael murmured softly, breaking away from his lips to trail kisses down the rogue's neck, occasionally nibbling gently, but never once biting down hard enough to cause pain.

Fisk found himself shuddering and whimpering at the ministrations, even though mentally he just wanted him to hurry up and do it. If he wanted to have his way with him, fine, but he didn't like the knight pretending that he cared like this. Especially not when he was so damned convincing at it.

He made his way to his collar-bone, then down to his chest, taking his time as he worked his way down his torso, seeming to leave no patch of skin untouched.

"Michael-" Fisk started, but was immediately, though not unkindly silenced with a kiss to the lips.

As the kiss was deepened, a hand slowly made its way lower. Fisk moaned into his companion's mouth as the knight's hand began to caress his lower regions, but was again swatted away by his free hand when he tried to reciprocate.

And then, he slowly broke away from the kiss, taking his hand away as well as he lowered himself down.

"Y-you don't have to do that!" Fisk protested, starting to sit up, but gentle hands pushed him back down.

"I know I don't. I want to." Michael's smile was so kind and sincere as he said this, that Fisk felt his eyes start to sting again.

"Why do you have to say things like that…?"The rogue couldn't stop his voice from shaking, and his companion smiled again, softly kissing his cheek where a tear had started to trickle down.

"I already told you. Because I love you."

This only served to make him cry harder. Because it really did feel like he meant it, and as much as he didn't want to, Fisk couldn't help but wholeheartedly believe his idiot employer when he said those words. He choked back a sob, and Michael kissed him again, before moving back down. But he paused before taking any further action.

"You do want this, right? I would not do anything you did not wish of me…"

Fisk could only nod numbly, sniffing pathetically from all the crying, and Michael smiled that same stupid sincere smile before taking him into his mouth.

He had no prior experience at doing this sort of thing, but it didn't matter. It wasn't as if anyone had ever bothered to do this for the rogue before, so he had nothing to compare it to anyway.

Fisk moaned, shutting his eyes tightly and hands fisting uselessly in the sheets, feeling utterly overwhelmed both physically and emotionally.

Every time he had sex before, even if it had not been as bad as the most recent incident, it had always been with an uncaring, unaffectionate stranger. To have it done so gently and lovingly by someone who seemed to care only for his happiness and want nothing in return was an entirely foreign concept and one he had never once even considered. But now Michael was doing just that, and he could not help but feel that he did not deserve this, but at the same time clung to the idea like a lifeline.

The rogue grasped tighter at the blankets, panting and gasping for breath. He knew he would be cuming any second now, and suddenly felt the need to warn his companion. Even if he was willing to go this far, he didn't know if he would actually want to swallow the stuff or not…

"M-Michael… I think I'm about to…" He could barely get out the words, but the meaning was obvious.

The knight did not back away though. When Fisk came, he took it all, swallowing and then licking up what remained.

"…You didn't have to do that…" Fisk panted out, still breathing heavily and face flushed.

"I know", Michael said, coming back up to lay beside the rogue before kissing him softly, "but I'd do anything for you."

Fisk couldn't help but smile as Michael wiped away the traces of tears on his face. "I love you, Michael…"

"I love you too", he smiled back, pulling the rogue in closer as he kissed him again.


Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Reviews make me happy, and constructive criticism is welcome!

I tried to make the Michael/Fisk part as sweet as I could, and possibly too sweet but I don't care. They're so cute together, it's hard not to make them sweet.

Oh, and if anyone wants to give suggestions for Knight and Rogue oneshots I could write in between writing Today, PM me or leave it in your review or whatever and I'll try to write them (having trouble thinking of ideas...).

~angel-san