Twist The Blade

Disclaimer: Robin Hood and all related characters are of legend—however in the purpose of this, are property of the BBC.


Chapter 7

Robin Hood thought about it.

He had thought about how Guy reacted. The way he left without saying another word. Yes, he was happy about that. But he couldn't be happy about the pain inside.

The loss.

Robin, being the hero felt that he should have stopped him, but he didn't. And he felt like he had done him a disservice by denying what he truly wanted. He felt bad, though he probably shouldn't considering how bad guy had acted.

The sad thing was; Robin had started to come around, almost—almost considering forgiving him for killing Marian. After all, after seeing how bad he felt about all he'd done, Robin had felt Guy was truly repentant and suffering more, if that was even possible, than Robin himself.

But when he discovered lie after lie coming out of the other man's mouth, the doubt of his sincerity had been set and he found it hard to trust him after how much he had tried to cover his own tracks.

Robin lay on the grass, not far from where they had had their skirmish, looking up at the clouds. He wondered if Marian was looking down on him, and if she would offer him any help clear his befuddled mind.

Then again, thinking about another angle, Robin wondered why he had lied; to protect him from remembering the pain? Or was it for his own gain to get closer to Robin?

He couldn't believe Guy's actions weren't selfless. Just by experience in knowing Guy of Gisborne; the man couldn't be trusted.

But was that a flaw?

Or was it a part of Guy that simply wouldn't change?

Robin knew he shouldn't blame him for acting exactly how he would have been expected to act. He told himself Guy could have easily killed him while he had trusted him, could have stabbed him in the back like the heartless killer he expected.

But none of that happened, in fact it was quite the opposite; he grew closer to Robin… too close perhaps, considering Guy's inexplicable, if not slightly tempting outburst on the riverbank.

"Damn it all." Guy hissed, rolling his eyes.

He decided; that he couldn't blame Guy, and that he himself was far more miserable knowing the truth.

Robin wanted to be friends with him. More than that maybe, he wasn't sure. But he knew sitting around moping wasn't going to solve this problem; He had to find Guy.

Which was a harder prospect than he had originally thought.

Though it did give him time to think about what he would say once he found him; Would he expect an apology? A on-the-knee's pleading that Guy preferred. That thought struck him with a feeling of guilt. He didn't mean to make Guy feel that bad and the one thing he wanted was to let him know that.

"Excuse me miss?" Robin had stopped a kindly old woman, carrying a small basket. She looked up at him, her feeble fingers clutched his shirt. Apparently she recognized him and was babbling words of praise and thanks that he really had no time for. "I'm looking for a man—tall, handsome, dressed in black…"

She heard him but only shook her head, smiling and pointing back down the way she had came.

"Alright thank-you… thank-you." He panted, managing to get away from her and heading down the street.

Robin had begun to panic now; if Guy had headed in to Nottingham, he would likely be recognized instantly and arrested for his various known crimes; after all he wasn't the most popular man after the downfall of prince John.

His fears grew even deeper, seeing that some commotion was happening in the square; a crowd of people had gathered around and was acting excitable, like they had just seen something interesting. But knowing how little actually happened around here, that could have been a dog sitting for all he knew.

"What happened?" Robin asked from behind a few tall gentlemen, his identity protected by the Hood.

"They finally got 'im…" One said.

"Guy of Gisborne." Another laughed.

Robin felt his stomach turn over.

He gripped the shoulder of the man in front of him.

"Where did they take him?" He pressed.

"The prison… where he belongs if you ask me. That man did so-"

Robin didn't give the man time to continue and carried himself through the bustle of the men and women walking the poor streets.

He couldn't believe his bad luck, not more than a couple of hours later and Guy had managed to get himself captured.

Getting sloppy Gisborne?

But at that point Robin had already made up his mind; he was going to rescue Guy of Gisborne. Of all things in the world, that's what he chooses to do. The Sheriff would be laughing in his grave.

Now, he was faced with a real challenge; finding out where Guy was being held, and then formulate a plan.

Considering involving the rest of the outlaws was not an option for Robin. He didn't want them involved in this mess. Besides, he knew they'd never consider helping him free one of their most hated enemies. So, that plan was out.

Even after all he'd done, Robin was still a wanted criminal. He couldn't just walk in to the castle and free him from the dungeons. No, he needed to think this one through. Obviously he would need to be in disguise—which he already was. And he would need to go at night, which was a couple of hours away. He'd also have to find a way inside, which was probably as hard as finding a way out presuming his success.

He had a lot on his mind too, thoughts of what Guy most be thinking, what he must be feeling. What they might be doing to him or what would happen to him. It scared him to the point of hyperventilation.

Robin couldn't take it anymore.

As soon as nightfall came, he equipped his bow and did what he did best.

Dodging the guards, he came to the Eastern wall of the castle, and threw a rope up, attaching it with a hook at the end to hold it in place.

And as he scaled the wall of the castle, the gravity of the situation was finally setting in. He kept climbing—straining and climbing. He had been so focused on his goal; he had envisioned this being some kind of trap set up by Guy. But that thought was quickly thrown to the wolves on account of Robin's immense and newfound trust in his former enemy.

Robin climbed to the top of the castle wall, sweat clinging to his body. He felt a little out of shape. He remembered how easy this used to be. But he couldn't waste time taking a break; two guards came around the corner from the other side and Robin barely managed to duck behind a wall and hide before they came.

He felt strange, like excited. And he hadn't felt such a rush since before Marian. He had gained a sudden burst of confidence. And despite his initial hesitation, he now continued without a shadow of doubt pulling him back.

He was doing the right thing.

A big grin spread on his face once more.

He practically leapt through the window and found himself in a familiar dark, dank dungeon. There was once cell, right in the back.

There he is! Robin celebrated.

Guy of Gisborne.

He was stripped, beaten and broken down. He was sat on the floor of the cell, naked and black eyes downcast. He hadn't noticed Robin at the cell door until he felt warm fingers encircle his against the bars.

"Robin?" He stared, disbelievingly. His face bruised but somehow he still looked as good as ever.

"I'm here." He whispered quietly, grinning happily as their fingers entwined. Their eyes locked and they were alone. It was no longer Hood and Gisborne, but Robin and Guy.

Guy burst out in laughter.

And so did Robin, as they drew closer to the bars of the cell. Guy looked sadly away from Robin as he saw the look of concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Guy mumbled, finding it hard to keep his eyes on Robin.

To Robin, this was unbearably heartbreaking and he pushed his hand through the bars of his cell, and took Guy by the back of the head and eased him up to his knees, so he could hug him through the bars.

The hug was long, Guy's hands clutched at Robin's back and let his tears flow.

All was forgiven.

Robin was so happy to see him that he was entirely oblivious to their surroundings.

"Robin… what are you doing?" As guy stood to his feet, he found Robin still on his knees… touching him.

His naughty eyes smirked upwards to Guy as he made him watch; Made Guy watch Robin open his mouth and put his manhood in his mouth.

"Robin!" The shock of the warm wet mouth enclosing on his cock was so intense, he felt an immediate jolt of energy.

"You have… no idea…" Robin growled huskily against Guy's hardening shaft. "…How long I've thought about this…"

Guy laughed, finding it hard to do much else as he felt Robin's hot tongue massage him to full length.

It felt incredible. And it looked just as good; Robin Hood on his knee's eagerly sucking on his prick. He'd had wet dreams that couldn't compare.

But this was not the time or the place.

"Robin… Robin." Guy smiled, cupping Robin's face in his hands and pulling him to his feet. "I'd like to get out of this cell please."

And he kissed Robin, lips soft and meaningful, his tongue drew gently across the other man's lips.

Robin was paralyzed for a second before nodding sheepishly. He licked his lips to savor the taste of him in his mouth—it was incredible.

Guy waited patiently, his forehead pressed against the bars, watching Robin scurry about looking for keys—they were conveniently on a hook on the wall.

"I half hoped for a trap, I must say." Robin smirked, picking up Guy's clothes from a chest under the key.

Guy scoffed. "Like anyone would expect Robin Hood to come save his mortal enemy?"

"You have a point." Robin said, unlocking the cell door.

"Yeah I do… thanks to your mouth." He smirked, taking his leggings and trousers and hurriedly pulling them on, followed by his boots.

Robin stared; he was having thoughts about Guy that he'd never even dreamt about Marian before. Dark, and lustful. He wondered if that's what this was, or was it something much deeper?

They would have to wait and see.

"Robin." Guy uttered, pulling on his jerkin.

"What is it?" Robin asked, still watching him.

"Thank-you… for everything." He stopped, his eyes locking on his. Full of meaning unsaid.

Robin simply nodded.

How badly he wanted to just grab him and kiss him and confess to him all the secrets he had harbored for so long, but there would be time for that later.

"Shall we?" Guy cocked his head towards the door, and smiled, taking his hand softly in his and kissing the back of his hand.

And he knew. Robin knew that Guy was falling in love with him. There was no denying. And the change in him was remarkable; the once hated Sir Gisborne was, in fact leading him to freedom.

And Robin let him.