I LIVE! Okay, I know I haven't updated in forever, but I lost my Robin Hood mood and I had another project I was working on. But still, here's a short littlte chapter, and I promise the next chapter will be longer.
They ended up in front of a nicely carved door, and Guy thought to remind Will again to behave.
"Remember what I told you. Misbehave and your little boy is dog meat."
Will swallowed, before the doors opened and he was led inside. The room was lavishly decorated, and a warm fire was roaring in the fireplace. But still shivers went up his spine when he spotted the King sized bed.
"Ah, Sherif!" Will jumped slightly and quickly turned his head. He saw the man who spoke siting in a plush armchair, just off the fire, smiling at the company. He stood up, holding his head high. "What a pleasant surprise. And you've come bearing a gift. How nice of you!"
"Your Highness." The Sherif– Guy was the Sherif!– knelt and kissed his hand.
The well-dressed man went over to Will, who stood unsurely. The eyes trailing over his body made him uncomfortable. He circled him, and Will forced himself to keep staring straight ahead.
"I must say, Sherif, you have outdone yourself."
Think happy thought, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts...
"I'm honored, Your Highness," Guy bowed.
The man once again faced Will, cupping Will's face with his ring-adorned hands. Will was forced to look at him directly, at that rich and arrogant face, at that clearly royal face.
"You may leave us, Sherif," the royal said, without taking his eyes off of Will.
With a final bow, the Sherif left, but not without shooting a warning glare at Will.
Will didn't move, staying perfectly still. His nerves were wrecking themselves even as he tried to calm himself.
A hand gripped his chin and angled his face to look at the spoiled rich face.
"Now then," Even his breath smelled rich! "Shall we?" he said, gesturing toward the bed.
Will's heart raced even as he walked toward the bed. He lay down and waited for the inevitable, shaking a little.
Again that hand was on his face.
"Come, come, now. Don't be frightened. I mean you no harm."
Will looked at him hesitantly. He seemed sincere. He lay down next to Will, gently stroking his arm. It was almost comforting. But Will didn't buy it. The only reason he was going along with this was for Wulf. The man kissed him and Will allowed it. He leaned over Will, before actually lying on top of him. His touches were like a spider's, deceptively light but still deadly.
Will barely contained a shudder. Just ignore it. Let it wash over you, but ignore it. A sharp pain in his shoulder got Will to snap his eyes at the guy atop of him.
"Come, come now. You will not simply lie there. You will please me. It would be such a waste to harm such a pretty face."
Will was not an idiot, he picked out the hidden threat between the words. So much for ignoring it. Will shifted his body, and when the man moved in again, he responded to the touches. He moaned when it was expected, he shivered when it was appropriate, he let his hands roam as much as he dared - forcing out of his head that he didn't want to.
The man let his tongue circle Will's collarbone, causing Will to shiver for real. Though he was still an unwilling participant, Will had to admit that this was the most gentile treatment he'd received since he arrived here. Even the lower part of the routine was less painful - or that was because he was used to it by now; something he didn't want to think about.
One of those hands stroked his cheek softly.
"You are good. I am very pleased."
Will kept quiet. not knowing how to respond to that.
"Now. I have business to take care of. And you, my little pet," he spoke, almost lovingly– almost. "You're staying here."
Will swallowed, though made no other movement, even as the man removed his presence from the room when he was decent. As soon as he'd left, Will let out a huge sigh, covering his face with his hands. Wulf, you'd better be worth all this. He still didn't move, lying on the enormous bed, before he decided to explore the room a bit. He'd already determined that the bed was luxurious; a canopy bed with the curtain currently not drawn. The rest of the room held a desk with a candle stump and some scattered papers, a huge closet, most likely filled with clothes made of the most expensive of fabrics. He snorted and started rummaging through the papers strewn on the desk, before his hand froze, holding an envelope with a seal on it. The seal of the royal family. More specifically, the seal of Prince John. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. His heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the seal on the envelope he held in his shaking hand. That man– the one that just fucked me– is Prince John?
