A/N We were watching Braveheart for English class, so of course I had to write a fic about it! Heehee, this is just a smutty little oneshot. Please read and review! Squee

William Wallace stared broodily out over the Scottish moor. A light breeze blew, ruffling his reddish-brown hair, and causing the purple flowers in the heather to sway gently.

He lifted one hand to his head to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. A bead of perspiration trickled down his temple, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

He turned to the right, and saw a horse galloping up. William gasped, he was here. He quickly adjusted his kilt, and brushed his out-of-control hair out of his face.

"Ooh ahh," he murmured, drool collecting in his mouth as he watched his lover get off his horse.

"Willy baby," cooed his lover as he opened his arms.

"Oh, you little rascal," giggled William, waving his hand at him.

"Come on, give us a kiss," his lover drawled. William launched himself into his arms.

William tousled his lover's hair as the tussled in the tussock. It was lips on lips, skin on skin. William quickly shed his clothes, eager to be as close to his lover as possible.

Never had William felt as glad as he did just then that he had bludgeoned his fiancée, what's-her-name to death. Before he could dwell, his lover caressed a particularly sensitive area. "Say my name!" his lover cooed as William moaned appreciatively.

"Hurry up and say it, bitch," his lover demanded, delivering a slap to William's exposed thigh. William tingled with pleasure.

William growled, "Why should I?" With that, he launched himself at his lover's neck, biting down on the sensitive vein.

His lover reached out and uprooted a thistle bush. He whipped William's ass. William yelped as the prickles dug into his tender flesh.

William hissed and bit his lip at the exquisite pain. He reached into his pocket A./N (OO) and removed a white cloth. "Ooh, you little minx, want to have some fun?" William knew from his partner's quickening breathy that the answer was yes.

In the blink of an eye William found himself crushed on the floor with his hands bound above his head. "Now," said his lover, tickling his sides, "what's my name?"

William grunted.

"What's that, bitch?" sneered his lover whilst slurping on William's toe. William shook his head, and then yelped as he felt his lover rake five very sharp nails down his chest.

His rut-buddy laid himself over William. The casual lover's touch made him tense in expectation. Suddenly his committer of hanky-panky stood. William cringed and whimpered at the loss of contact.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

His fuck-chum put on some shoes. William's eyes widened when he saw the spurs. "Trust me Willy, you'll like this," with that his passion-pal jabbed him in a sensitive are with his heel.

"Hurry up, we're running out of time," whined William's lover as he moistened his knees. William shivered in anticipation.

"Ohhh…" William moaned as the other man bit his nipple.
"Say it," the man hissed, his mouth slowly moving further down South."

William whimpered pitifully. His lover's sinful lips traveling closer and closer to his package.

"Say it!" his lover repeated forcefully, snapping his teeth.

William pulled against his tight bonds and mewed pitifully.

"Please," his lover said, "say it."

As William felt his lover's warm mouth enclose his meat, he was almost unable to speak. As he began to explode, he finally said the name his lover so longed to hear.
"Oooh, Edward!1"

Edward's obsidian eyes glowed with victory. He grinned wolfishly, "that's it you little Scottish crumpet!"