For OQ Fix-It Week, Day 7 - Dark!OQ Day.
LET ME START BY SAYING this piece is basically crack-fic, so it may not be your cup of tea. Written for my friends who wanted something a bit trashier. I have a more canon-oriented Dark!OQ piece coming up later today, but I hope you give this one a chance anyway.
Out of every indecorous thing he's ever done, Keith has to admit this is probably the worst one.
He hadn't meant to, not at all, especially not with them, but he'd happened upon them, and they'd been none the wiser, and instead of taunting them, of trying to ruin their day like he tends to enjoy doing, he'd just... watched.
She's a beauty, the queen, long raven tresses and naughty crimson lips he's quite curious to learn the taste of. Her body is sin incarnated, curves and soft valleys framing the fire and sass she's known for in this kingdom.
And Locksley... well...
Keith has had a few... dalliances with men. None of them particularly memorable, but they serve to scratch a certain itch that a woman sometimes doesn't. Robin of Locksley has not been one of those men, but he is quite attractive, and daring, and gets under his skin, something that makes Keith want to kill him just as much as he wants to fuck him.
He hates Robin of Locksley, has hated him from the moment he became the Queen's favorite, making Keith's job as Sheriff of Nottingham that much harder.
He's heard they're engaged now, so it seems his misery is to last him an eternity.
Except right now, he doesn't feel so miserable. Not when he's watching them going at it like rabbits in the woods. She's naked, hair tumbling about her, sweat building on her temples as she rides him, and Locksley is enjoying every bit of it, his hands roaming her body, finding her nipples and rolling them between his fingers to make her moan and gasp nonstop.
She's straddling him, has her hands placed on his thighs just behind her, her torso leaning backwards just enough for Keith to get a perfect view of all of her, even the satisfied little smirk that shows on her face when Locksley groans her name.
"You like it when I do this?" she asks him, and her voice is so breathy and sexy, Keith can't help but palm his cock over his trousers as he stares.
"You know I love it when you do this," Locksley replies, and then his hands are on her waist, holding her tightly as he bucks his hips up into her, his naked chest rising and falling rapidly. The Queen moans again, deep and throaty, and falls into him on a particularly hard thrust of his hips, her hands on his stomach now, raking her nails over his skin while Keith watches, enraptured by the savage beauty of it all.
They're wild, and candid, and hot, and he can't look away.
It's because he can't look away that he doesn't realize he's stepping on a tree branch as he tries to get closer, and the dry wood breaks loud enough for the thief to hear. His head turns to the side, his eyes finding Keith's directly through the little peephole in the bushes from where he's watching, and he should run, or confront them, ruin their fun before this becomes an embarrassing situation for him, but Locksley beats him to the punch, and grins mischievously as he addresses his Queen.
"It seems we have an audience, my love," he informs her, slowing his thrusts. "Aren't you a bit old to play hide and seek, Nottingham?"
The Queen rolls her hips faster, grinds down on him and rasps, "Let him watch," her smile growing as she turns to the bushes and addresses him. "Look all you want, Sheriff, just don't touch... unless we say so."
And, well, he's there, and they know it, and they want him to watch, so he might as well get a better seat to this very vivid, very enticing show.
He comes out of the bushes, his hand still on his cock, rubbing tentatively as he looks at them. He stays silent, looking down at his nemesis with nothing but anger on his face even as he gives up all pretenses and shoves his hand down his pants, grasping his erection properly and taking it out of the leather confines. If he's going to have such an erotic view before him, he may as well enjoy it.
"I told you coming to the woods was a good idea," he hears Locksley taunt, and the Queen chuckles, leans forward tells him Shut up, thief, then kisses him, all tongue and sucking lips, little wet noises adding to the slapping of skin as she keeps moving above him, her bare knees digging into the earth on every downward grind.
"Do you want her, Nottingham?" Locksley teases. "Do you want to feel her? I bet you do. Look at her, so beautiful, so tight and— Aahh, fuck, yes, love, do that again," he groans when she bites his nipple, still rides him hard despite the decrease in speed, and bites again at his request, laves her tongue over his skin and then bites the other nipple, too, grinning all the while.
Her hands take purchase on his chest now, her hips lifting just enough to slam back down again fast and hard, and then she's riding him again, nonstop, faster and faster as her moans and breaths grow choppier. Locksley's hands move from her waist to her ass, grab and knead as he guides her movements, until the Queen whimpers a loud Fuck! and comes, her nails digging into Locksley's chest now as she trembles around him and screams her pleasure.
Locksley himself is not far behind, shouts a few expletives as he, too, falls over that edge and comes inside her, his breath shallow and quick as he does, his mouth seeking out hers while she circles above him in slow passes, prolonging their bliss.
Keith, for his part, is still hard and wanting, his hand still rubbing slowly up and down his shaft, and he won't come anytime soon, he knows he won't, but the image of those two, naked and wild together... it'll serve for later, when he's alone in his chambers and can revisit this moment.
Right now, though, the embarrassment is settling in, the reality of what just happened opening his eyes to just how much of a fool he's made of himself. He needs to get out of here before they mock him, or before the Queen uses her magic to punish him for peering into their private time in the first place (though, if they wanted privacy, they wouldn't be fucking in the woods in the middle of the afternoon, or so Keith tells himself).
To his utter lack of surprise, it's Locksley who ruins his escape plans. As he's about to leave, Keith hears the thief call him, with that tone of mockery in his voice that always makes his blood boil.
"What?" he grouses, ready to take whatever jab his enemy is preparing to throw and then get the hell out of here.
"Aww, look at him, he's embarrassed," the Queen interjects, pouting at the thief still on the floor below her. She looks at Keith's cock then, "And so unsatisfied."
Locksley gives her a little laugh, and then murmurs, "We can't have that, can we?" and Keith feels his heart beat faster at the very thought of... no. That can't be what they mean.
"What do you say, Sheriff? Would you like a taste of royalty?" the Queen teases, moving off of Locksley, both of them standing and walking toward him, bodies naked and beautiful.
This is humiliation, and he'll hunt them down for it. He will. He'll scour the land for their allies and ruin their plans to build a better kingdom, will avenge his own honor, his own self respect. But right now, they're offering him something beyond his wildest dreams, offering to indulge him in a fantasy he didn't even know he had until today.
And just for today... he'll let them.