The Outlaw and The Thief

Author's Note: story dedicated to AJ, my lovely porn obsessed friend who inspired me to write this. I did attempt to put at least some plot in this, but failed spectacularly. So my first erotic fic turned out to be PWP. Feedback appreciated if poss.

Disclaimer: Robin Hood and Will Scarlet will be returned after cleansing.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You are nothing like us…” declared Will, eyes glinting with unshed tears. He turned around and strode off into the night.

Robin sighed and stared at the fire, obviously something had upset the boy, alienating the three newcomers. It troubled the son of Locksley, already he was forming a plan of attack against Nottingham. How could he unite the outlaws if there was discontent between himself and Will?

With a mind to reconcile the younger man, Robin left the group and wandered in the direction Will had left. Having never been in the forest before, it took some time to discover the other man. When he eventually did, Will was pacing in an almost pitch black clearing, idly shuffling through piles of dead leaves, kicking tree stumps to vent his frustration. The elder man made himsenownnown, and like a startled creature, Will stopped still.

“Will Scarlet”

“Robin” Will spat, conveying his contempt and resentment in one bitter word.

“Tell me boy, why do you hate me so?”

“Because you do not belong here, Robin of Locksley. And do not call me ‘boy’, I am closer to you in age than you think”

“How is it that I do not belong here? I murdered the sheriff’s men, I stole, I haven broken the law more times, and given Nottingham more reason to hate me, than any man here. I have no where to go but this forest. I am like you, an outcast. Tell me, how do I not belong here?”

“You may have broken the law, but you are still the son of a rich man. You damn near lived in a castle, while the rest of us struggled from the very start of our lives. Go back to your house and servants Robin, we do not need your pitying assistance”

“You know that I cannot. That I would not”

Seeming to acknowledge this, Will exhaled in frustration, raking his hand through his loose hair. He shook his head, as though wanting to speak, but stopping the words from coming out.

“You forget, Robin, I know nothing of you”

And with that Will spun and made to move away. Robin caught him, holding his arm fast. As he moved to stand infront of the younger man once again, he spoke

“Are you so sure of that, Will Scarlet?”

Something shifted between the two, strong chords strummed in the silence between them.

Without realising it, both leaned toward the other, closing the gap and beginning the unbecoming of their very characters. With a lunge, Will clashed his lips with the other man’s.

Robin grasped at the smaller man’s body. His arms encircled Will, clutching at the small of his back, his shoulders, his head, anywhere. Their lips teased and danced together, first slow, then fast, then parted and Robin cautiously offered his tongue to Will, who took it quickly, massaged it with his own, and left it both weak and more alive than ever before. Their kissing became more frantic, wild, hurried. Will splayed his fingers over Robin’s face, gentle with one hand, and grasped him through his trousers, hard with the other.

Robin took this as confirmation of how far they were going, thanked whatever god existed, and simultaneously felt Will, his arousal beginning to harden. Not breaking the kiss, Robin moved his hands to Will’s shirt and tunic, attempting to undo the many buttons and fastenings that hid the other man’s body from him. Struggling, it was at times like this he was thankful for the meagre rags him and Peter wore in prison.

With a derisive snort Will ripped his own shirt open. Light from the large fire managing to filter through, and spill onto his slim chest and stomach. Robin stared at the smooth planes before him and saw that Will was breathing heavily, he wasted no time in ducking his head, and beginning a long trail of kisses and caresses from the sensitive side of the boy’s neck to his nipple.

Languidly, he passed his tongue over the sensitive area, sucked it and grazed his teeth over it. With no little satisfaction, he felt it harden, and Will let the smallest of whimpers escape. This small sound of delight arose a deep, feral desire inside Robin. That was what he wanted to hear, constantly from Will’s lips. He moved onto the other nipple, was rewarded with the same reactions as his hands felt the slim stomach, taught bottom and hinted toward the spot between Will’s legs that was gradually growing in need of attention.

Robin brought his mouth back up to Will’s and kissed with a new passion, his left hand pinching the nipple and his right dancing lower and lower, finally reaching into Will’s trousers, and without any hesitation, grabbing his shaft firmly. Will moaned loudly into Robin’s mouth, had to try hard not to bite down on the other’s tongue.

With a surge of force, Will pushed Robin off, paused, panting hard. With a wolfish grin his hands flew to Robin’s shirt buttons, undoing, pulling and ripping them off. With Robin’s shirt off, Will repaid the favour, licking and sucking his way across the body. As he got lower, passed the small dip of his navel and carried on going, he got onto his knees, hands fumbling with the ties of Robin’s trousers. He pulled the clothes down over the straining erection, and Robin stepped out of t


There he stood, naked in the forest, pale light casting shadows on his hard muscles. Will looked up and locked eyes with the other man, his hands travelling up his legs, softly caressing until they reached the top of his thighs. There they stopped, and without blinking, took Robin’s hard shaft into his mouth. All the breath was driven from Robin’s body at the shock if the intense pleasure exacted on his aching cock. Months of travellinmpanmpanionless had been building up, he could not withhold the deep moan that came as he entwined his hands in Will’s hair. He could see the hollow of the kneeling man’s cheeks, sucking hard as his mouth and tongue gifted him this exquisite bliss. Will’s hands moved to caress his hard balls, and as they squeezed and stroked, Robin’s breathing became erratic, with each gasp a small moan was let loose.

Soon the intensity was too much, and he began wildly thrusting into Will’s mout
“W
“Will” he whispered, and he came, hard and deep into the man’s throat.

The younger man stood up, both breathing fast and hard. With a lopsided grin, Robin lent to kiss Will again, tasting his own fluids in the other’s mouth.

As Will pressed his body into Robin’s, not one centimetre remained between the two and it became evident that the smaller man was very much in need.

“Will you give me your body?” Will questioned as he leaned forward, tongue flicking out and licking the shell of Robin’s ear.

“Gladly” Robin answered with a breathless moan.

With this consent, Will brought Robin’s hand to his own trousers, and pushed them down. Kicking away the useless garment, Robin took Will’s cock into this own hands, stroked it once roughly and watched as the boy’s eyes rolled into his head, overcome at the man’s rough hand’s on his shaft.

They made their way to the forest floor, lying down but never letting go of each other. Robin carried on stroking Will’s length, gently squeezing, teasing him. Will, near writhing on the floor, desperately clutching at Robin’s shoulders, moaning almost constantly.

“Robin…. ohh Robin”

The older may ony on his back, and pulled Will over to cover his body. Will needed no further encouragement, he kneeled next to the other man, and, wanting the experience to last, ran his hands over Robin’s body. He paid attention to his cock, carefully manipulating his flesh, driving him wild, he was already beginning to harden again. As he was being worked, Robin began to part his legs, until finally they were spread with abandon.

Will noticed this and moved to kneel in-between them. As he intently worked the man’s arousal, their shaft’s brushed together. The jolt of pleasure dragged a moan from them both, a sharp intake of breath, and a dead halt in their actions.

Will chuckled, and moved to Robin’s hole, when he realised they had no oil, or anything to make easy his entrance. Robin, seeming to have the same thought, half sat up. He gathered the pre-cum from his now fully erect cock, and used it to work one finger into himself. He bit his lip as he felt his own finger moving inside, Will watching the erotic display anlf mlf moaning, half panting at the sight. Robin added another finger, stretching himself and sliding his fingers agonisingly slow in and out of his opening. Will spread his own pre-cum on his engorged shaft, trying hard not to thrust into his hand as he did so, the slightest touch maddening him. Robin withdrew his fingers, and sucked them into his mouth, wetting them. He entered three fingers back into his hole, now open and waiting. Feeling himself ready, he took his hand away.

Robin lifted his head and forced his eyes to make contact with Will’s. Something passed between them, indescribable, subtle, but never the less there. And with and almost imperceptible nod, smiled, and lay back down. He almost squirmed on the floor, waiting to be taken. Will took his own shaft in hand, and guided it toward Robin’s entrance. He placed the tip at his hole, and gently pushed forward. As his cock became enclosed in Robin’s tight flesh, he moaned, a guttural sound coming from the depths of his throat. He slowly, teasingly, entered him, and when he was buried in to the hilt, he paused, harsh breath and sweat, and leaned down to once again kiss the man beneath him. Robin brought his arms up to warp around Will’s waist, pulling his hips as close as possible. AS the kiss was broken, Will began to pull out, and then thrust, slowly at first, each time brushing the electrical spot deep within Robin’s body.

Their moans intermingled, each thrusting and rocking, desperately wanting the same release. Will worked up a harsh and unforgiving rhytplunplundering Robin entirely, never relenting in his assault. He gradually moved faster, tension building up. He moved his hand to stroke Robin’s weeping cock, stroking it with only one purpose; to serve him entirely.

His thrusts became erratic, deeper than before, mercilessly grinding on the bud inside Robin, each movement drawing a moan from them both. Neither could last much longer, but it was Robin who let go first. With a cry he came hard into Will’s grasping fist, jets of cum shooting onto their bodies, Will watching his face twisted in bliss, sending him over the edge and he came, arching into Robin’s body and emptying himself deep inside.

Both gasping, Will lay down on Robin’s chest, laughing gently. The older man’s arms still held Will to him, and they lay there for a time, savouring the feeling on contentment and satisfaction.