Hoodwinked

-Locksley Manor-
     Guy dropped Robins arms and backed away, breaking the kiss.
     “You mock me.” He said, incredulous, trying to regain his composure.
     “I do” Robin replied, forcing himself to grin, “You would do well not to complain.” he closed the distance between him and Guy, sliding his hands through the other mans hair and pulling him back into the kiss. Though every inch of his being burned to reel away he forced himself to deepen the kiss, taking advantage of Guy’s momentary shock to slide his tongue into his mouth.
     This time Guy physically pushed him away.
     “Stop this” he hissed.
     “Or what?” Robin asked, stepping forwards slightly again. “You’ll outlaw me? It’s a little late for that.”
     Guy said nothing but averted his gaze. Robin started laughing.
     “What are you laughing at?” Guy demanded.
     “Nothing” Robin answered, still grinning.
     “Tell me.” He said, louder this time.
     “You were quiet, that’s all.” Robin replied flippantly.
     “And this was a source of amusement?” Robin could tell Guy was getting angrier the more he pushed him.
     “It was, actually.” Robin said, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms.
     “I fail to understand how it could be so.” The malice was back in Guy’s voice.
     “Well,” Robin started, grinning again “There’s a saying we have in Sherwood.”
     “What?” Guy asked, taking a step forwards
     “When someone’s being really quiet.”
     “And what is it?”
     “‘Sheriff got your tongue?’” Robin said, and burst out laughing again. Guy looked at him with outrage, then swung a fist at him, which he nimbly ducked under to place a kiss on Guy’s lips before having to move out of the way of the second punch.
     “There’s no need for that, Sir Guy” Robin said, flopping backwards onto the bed “I thought you’d appreciate it”
     “You will pay for your impertinence, Hood.” Guy snarled.
     “I would have thought, you’d have realised by now that I don’t pay for anything” Robin retorted, rolling out of the way as Guy dived at him, landing on the floor.
     “And I have no intention of starting now” He added, standing up. “Especially not for you. Did you intend to make me your whore?”
     “What?!” Guy roared, grabbing his arm and yanking him back round.
     “Well I intended to rob you.” Robin said, making no attempt to break free, “I thought perhaps you intended to make me work for my earnings”
     With a bellow of outrage and a sharp tug on his arm, Robin found himself back on the bed, this time astride Guy.
     “I presume that means yes.” Robin said, grinning. He tried to move away this time but with another quick movement, Guy had flipped them over.
     “Perhaps” Guy said, with a smirk. Robin’s blood ran cold. Somehow, this situation had suddenly gone completely out of his control. He hadn’t really known what he was doing, nor what would happen once he started, but this certainly hadn’t been on the agenda.
     “Not so brave now, are we, Hood?” Guy commented, seeing the panic-stricken look on his face at the sudden twist of events.
     “Only,” Robin said, thinking fast, heart pounding for the second time that evening “If you assume this isn’t where I intended to end up.”
     Guy smirked again.
     “I can feel your heartbeat,” He said, quietly “Only fear sets a man’s heart racing like that”
     "Not only fear.” Robin replied, trying his hardest not to let his trepidation show. Guy wasn’t buying a word of this.
     “Really?” Guy asked, feigning interest, and he pressed his hips forward, lowering his head to kiss Robin hungrily. Robin made himself respond the kiss with equal passion, biting at Guy’s bottom lip when he got the chance, and drawing blood.
     Guy drew back, a slight trickle of blood welling up from his lip. Robin raised himself slightly to lick it up, feeling the other mans stubble graze his tongue. The look on Guy’s face was totally unreadable.
     “You are a marked man.” He managed eventually, his voice even more guttural than usual, then suddenly leant forwards to bite into Robins neck, sucking hard enough to bruise for a moment, before pulling back as abruptly as he had started. He raised a hand to his lip, looking at the blood on his fingers as if wondering how it came to be there.
     “That’ll be a sack full of gold, please!” Robin said brightly, rolling the two of them off of the bed, grabbing a purse from a table next to the window, then springing out into the night.

-Sherwood Forest-
     It was still raining as Will and Allan walked slowly along the western edge of Locksley, waiting for Robins signal. They hadn’t spoken since they left the camp and neither seemed particularly keen to look at the other. Will kept curling his hands into fists whilst Allan still had his in his pockets and was staring at the floor.
     “Do you really think she’s got the hots for you?” Will asked eventually, not even glancing at Allan
     “Eh?” Allan replied, turning to look at Will in his confusion.
     “Djaq” Will mumbled, still focusing straight ahead, despite his light-hearted tone, “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
     “Why not?” Allan asked, affronted, “What’s not to like?”
     Will stopped walking, raising an eyebrow at Allan, who’d stepped ahead, not realising Will wasn’t still with him.
     “What?” Allan said, turning round once he’d noticed Will was no longer there. Will felt the breath hitch in his throat as Allan looked him straight in the eye.
     “You’re a compulsive liar, for one” Will replied after a moment, before setting off again and breaking the momentary eye contact they’d had.
     “I am not!” Allan protested, going after him.
     “There you go again.”
     “That’s not fair!”
     “I didn’t think you were concerned with ‘fair’” Will retorted
     “Oh come on!” It was Allan who stopped this time, “Will you stop having a dig at me? You’ve been doing it all day!”
     “Tell me something true, then.” Will said, rounding on him.
     “Er” Allan said, taken aback. There was a pause. He swallowed, not entirely sure what to do, except avoid eye contact with Will.
     “Thought as much” Will turned round and continued walking. Allan followed him in a stunned silence. Will was being really odd, joking one minute then serious the next, and Allan had no idea what to do. Act normal, he decided, at least that way Will might be able to follow his lead.
     “I hate rain.” he said, looking skywards, after a particularly large amount of water shook itself free from an overhanging tree and splashed onto his head. Will didn’t reply. Allan sighed. He’d never understand the way this guy thought.
     They walked on in silence for a few minutes, Will’s fists still clenching, Allan’s hands back in his pockets as he racked his brains to try and work out what on earth was going through Will’s head
     “What is going on?” he asked, finally deciding that that would be the only way of finding out. Will still didn‘t say anything “Will, what the hell is going on?”
     “I don’t know” Will mumbled eventually.
     “I’m not being funny, but you’re acting really strangely”
     “Wouldn’t you?” He asked, spinning round again.
     “I don’t think I know what you’re getting at” Allan said slowly.
     Will frowned, looking straight at Allan, as if searching his face for something.
     “It doesn’t matter” Will said abruptly, turning and walking off at a much faster pace than before.
     “Will!” Allan yelled, running after him and grabbing him by the arm. Will was forced to stop and look back at him.
     “Why were you going to take me?” Will asked, as abruptly as he’d run off.
     “What?” Allan was now completely confused.
     “On that day we thought the king was coming home, why did you try to persuade me to leave with you?”
     “You’re my mate” Allan said, still bewildered, “We always work together and we get on and I, well, I-”
     Allan was suddenly aware of the intensity with which Will was looking at him.
     “I-” He tried again, but he had absolutely no idea what it was he was trying to say. Will leant towards him and he felt his mouth go dry. He wet his lips, nervously.
     “I’m not being funny but-”
     “Allan, shut up.” Will whispered. And then their lips met. The kiss lasted just seconds as Will moved back quickly, eyes fixed on the floor again, and blushing furiously.
     “Sorry.” He mumbled.
     “Yeah..” Allan replied vacantly, stunned.
     “I didn’t-” But what he didn’t get to do was finish that sentence, as Allan suddenly stepped forwards and kissed him again. He felt Will’s hand close on his arm and slid his own up to Will’s neck, taking advantage of the shift in position to deepen the kiss and was amazed as Will’s tongue nervously met his own.
     And then a lump of rain dumped itself right down the back of his neck.
     Allan jerked away, the shock of the cold water making him break the kiss.
     “Jesus that’s cold!” He said, shivvering,
     “What happened?” Will asked, sounding concerend.
     “Just got a load of rain all over me” Allan grumbled, before sneezing violently.
     “Bless you” Will murmured.
     “’S alright” Allan replied self-consciously, “I don’t think I’ve got the plague”
     “Let’s hope not” Will said, tentatively reaching out to brush the rain from one of Allan’s eyebrows.
     “Told you I hated the rain.”
     “I guess that’s true then.” Will said distantly.
     “Huh?”
     “I asked you to tell me something true.” Will mumbled, slightly embarrassed, “That’s what you said. Eventually.”
     “Oh, yeah.” Allan said reflectively, “I guess it is.”

Author's Note: Sorry this has taken so long, guys, real life has got in the way -.- I did want to put the next Allan/Will scene in this chapter but that woulda taken me a few more days and I thought you all might like this now ;] Enjoy!

Edit: Got the Allan/Will bit done ^-^ not too keen on it but hey. I hope you guys are! And with that I'm goning to stop writing for about a week or so. Got probably *the* most important interview of my life coming up, so I'm going to be worrying about/preparing for that until it happens. But I'll start up again just as soon as that's done, promise =3