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A Night with the Hood

Part 1

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

"I told you, he isn't here!"

Elias's continued denials didn't mean a thing to the dingos and jackals that were ransacking his home, but the rabbit kept it up regardless. Every time that they smashed a pot or threw some of his books to the ground, he winced, but he couldn't just be quiet when they were ruining his home.

The Sheriff of Nottingham stood in his door, smirking the way that the old wolf always did. The big guy never stopped with that grin, even when it was clear that his guards were just there to make the rabbit's life miserable rather than find their quarry. Elias groaned, turning to the officer.

"Come on. There's nobody here but me."

"Can't be sure of that without looking, now can we?"

"There's no way that Robin Hood's hiding in a vase, though..."

"I dunno. That thieving scoundrel has hidden in some pretty strange places."

"But in a vase?!"

"Heh, don't worry there, little runt. We're almost done."

Runt. Elias blushed worse, shaking his head as he looked back at the wreckage that covered the floor of his hut. Runt. That was not true...even if he was a bit shorter than the average rabbit, he was not a runt. Maybe compared to the Sheriff, but that was it.

The canines kept breaking things, throwing his furniture around, checking behind a bookshelf that was flush to the wall and even breaking one of his windows. There was no way that the famous fox thief could have been hidden in any of those places, but they took some perverse pleasure in breaking it down.

They kept it up for almost an hour before the Sheriff finally got bored. The wolf whistled, and they stopped on cue.

"Alright, boys. He's not here. Let's look down the road. Maybe he's on his way to Sherwood, still."

With grunts from the minions and laughter from their master, the hut emptied, leaving Elias alone once more. The floor was completely filthy with shards and ripped pages from books, and the rabbit's furniture was more than half-destroyed. The only things left were his bed, part of his bookcase, a table - and even that was wobbly, with one leg half-torn off - and a single chair. They had done a huge number on his house.

And yet, he had still kept the fox's secret.

Elias whimpered as he watched the soldiers go down the road, shaking his head as he waited for them to go out of earshot. When they finally reached the crossroads half a mile down the road, he looked over his shoulder.

"You...you can come out now."

"Oo-de-lolly, finally."

Several rugs were pushed out of the way from the side of his bed, and the soft squeak of a hinge moving filled the air. Familiar red-furred hands pushed out from under the bed, and they pulled a familiar face free.

Robin Hood. The fox that fought for the poor, the famous thief, the vagabond that was the bane of Prince John and the authorities of England, finally revealed himself. Elias blushed as he looked at the legendary man, shaking his head.

"They...they'll come back later," he muttered. "Not until tomorrow, though. You...you can rest here."

"I don't think that's very safe."

"It'll be safe for you. I promise. They'll be watching the road all night long."

"I meant safe for you. What if someone comes down from the village and sees that you have me here? I have the highest bounty in the realm on my head."

"They won't come."

And they wouldn't. Elias lived outside the village for a few specific reasons, mostly related to his own...depraved pleasures.

Not that they hurt anyone, of course. The rabbit would never go so far as to hurt someone. But ever since that traveling friar had told him that he might as well be possessed by the devil as indulge in the things that he wanted to do with...other men...he had decided not to risk the souls of others by living outside of the village. The others had questioned it for a time, but then decided he was a freak, a hermit that needed to be shunned.

As far as he was concerned, it was a lonely life, but it was better to do it this way. At least like this, he didn't hurt anyone.

Robin Hood arched an eyebrow at him, but Elias didn't say anything. He tapped his fingers together, looking down at the ground, letting the silence drag on.

Eventually, Robin shook his head, the fox walking over to the window. He looked outside, glancing down the road, and the way he stood...

The rabbit blushed as he looked the other man over, his eyes darting down Robin's legs. Some of the men that he knew - travelers that shared his tastes for men over the urge for women - would have looked at the fox's rump. That tail was a perfect arrow going right to a shapely sort of backside, he supposed, but, well...He had other urges.

Elias's eyes flicked down to Robin's green shoes, the leather pulled tight around his feet and making it clear that they were probably beaten to hell and back inside of the soft coverings. He couldn't imagine running around like that all the time, particularly in the woods as it was rumored that the fox did. The amount of sweat that you'd build up in there would be...

He shook his head, not daring to let himself follow that sinful line of thought. He wasn't supposed to do that with other men, and he wasn't going to. The rabbit cleared his throat.

"I can offer you a place to...to stay, if you want."

"Heh, I think I can do better out there," Robin pointed out. "After all, there's plenty of hiding places between here and Sherwood. The Sheriff can't find all of them."

"But...but if you get caught..."

Robin looked over his shoulder, the fox giving him a cocky smile. It was easy to remember, seeing that, how many times the fox had given the wolf the slip. It was a big thing that kept the legend of Robin Hood running strong, considering the rages that were heard from the soldiers of the Sheriff's frustrations.

But it was more than that. There was a care there, something that almost made Elias feel...good. Like there was someone that was looking out for him besides himself.

The rabbit rubbed the back of his head. There was something else about asking Robin Hood to stay, he would admit, but that was shameful, wrong, something that he shouldn't be thinking about in the first place. It was like...like he wanted to get something for free. A reward for...for doing what he did...

It wouldn't be bad if he didn't know what I was doing, right? Elias thought. And if he stays...

It was impure. It was wrong. It was the sort of thing that some sort of rogue would do rather than a good person that was trying to preserve his eternal soul. And yet, at the same time, Elias couldn't help but be tempted to do just that. He wanted to get something that he had desired for all too long.

And if Robin Hood stayed, he could have it.

"Please. Just one night. Be safe. For...for us."

"...Alright, alright, I guess Little John and the others can take care of themselves for a night or two," Robin finally said. "Besides, I should help you fix this place up after what the Sheriff did. Quite a number on this place."

"Thank you."

"Think nothing of it. It's the right thing to do."

And that was the difference between Robin Hood and other thieves, in the rabbit's opinion. Robin was doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. Most of the others did it for themselves.

They worked together to clean up the sparse cabin, the rabbit doing his best to not be too broken up about the damaged bits and bobs that he had collected from other people that traveled through the area over the years. Three broken cups had been gifts from a traveling trader that had indulged him in...a few things...and he was sad to see them go. Some of the books had been long-term companions for him when he had been left alone out here, and the fact that they were ripped apart was saddening.

But at least Robin Hood was there. The fox was doing everything he could to cheer the rabbit up, and Elias appreciated every kind word that he got. The stories that Robin had to tell were also just as good as he had hoped, and there were many tales that ended with a good laugh that helped keep his spirits up.

By the end of the afternoon, the hut was as good as it was going to get. Not that great in the grand scheme of things, but better than it was. The floor was clean, the broken crockery was thrown out, and the furniture, while not fixed, had been stabilized with different broken bits of book and paper to keep from wobbling around.

Robin sat down on the one table in the room, shaking his head. He kicked his legs back and forth, and Elias kept his head up, making sure not to look down, particularly when the fox started fiddling with the backs of his shoes.

"You know, it's a pity that there's not more people like you," he said, smiling. "You're one of those people that knows what's right, aren't you?"

"I...I like to think so," the rabbit said, rubbing the back of his head. "I doubt that I'm that special, though."

"Heh, tell me how many villagers would have held out against that sort of abuse."

"Some."

"More than five?"

"..."

"More than two?"

"...Maybe one other?"

"See? Special."

Robin chuckled, and Elias did his best to not blush too much at the compliment. It wasn't quite the sort of thing that he was used to hearing, not by a long shot, and he wasn't sure how to handle it. It was like he was being pushed into a different sort of universe, one where people liked him for being who he was.

The rabbit looked down at the ground, feeling rather ashamed of his motivations for keeping Robin around, but what was he supposed to do? Kick the fox out now that the sun was starting to go down? That would be even worse, and the Sheriff was sure to catch him if he went out on the road now.

No, he had to be a good person, put Robin up for the night, and then make sure that he resisted his own urges for the entirety of the night. If he could do that, then he would be a good person.

Then he wouldn't be the sort of monster that the priest had warned him that he might be.

The rabbit shook his head, forcing himself back to the moment. Robin had just jumped down from the table, looking around.

"What's the matter?" Elias asked.

"Trying to figure out where to sleep. I can work with the floor, but do you have any more blankets?"

"Th-the floor? No! You aren't going to sleep on the floor. What kind of person do you think I am?"

"One that's too generous by half. Do you think that I need all the comfort of a bed to be happy?"

"I think that you deserve it, considering that you've been sleeping in the forest all this time."

"You think too highly of me. Allow me to give you the bed, so that you can at least rest well after giving me a place to stay."

"No way. You sleep in the bed."

"You."

"You!"

"You!"

The shouting match eventually came to an end with the mutual agreement to share the bed, if only to keep the other one from sleeping on the floor and the other feeling bad about it. As soon as the agreement was done, however, the realization of what he had managed to 'accomplish' by sheer accident hit Elias square in the face.

There was no way that they could sleep together face to face. The bed didn't quite feel right for that. Instead, they'd have to sleep face to feet, with Robin having the head of the bed and the rabbit having his head down at the foot of the bed. That meant that he'd have an eyeful of the fox's leather shoes the entire night...and that meant...

He blushed as Robin hopped into bed, pulling up the covers and sticking his feet out through the bottom of the blanket. It was just enough to make the dark green of the shoe soles stand out, and Elias hopped into bed as fast as he could...mostly to hide the boner that was starting to grow in his tunic.

Why did I agree to this? he thought as he got comfortable. This is going to tempt me all night long...

If only he had managed to convince the rogue to let him stay on the floor. Then he could have stared at the ceiling instead of -

Twitch went the fox's toes in his shoes, and instantly his eyes were drawn right to the darkened green soles of the shoes. They were so thick, so heavy, and he couldn't help but wonder how they'd feel grinding down on...certain things.

His boner twitched under the blanket, and he didn't dare turn his back on Robin. Not because he didn't trust the fox, but because he didn't want to look like he was hiding something. He was grateful to the thief, wanted Robin to know that he was welcome here, not feel like he needed to be ashamed or kicked out.

Elias lifted his head slightly, half-afraid that he'd already given himself away, but the fox didn't seem to be aware of any of the rabbit's inner conflict. If anything, Robin was more relaxed than he was. The thief had already rolled onto his side and had his eyes closed, his breathing already growing more even.

He's asleep? He's already...

That couldn't be right. There was no way that he had this sort of luck, no way in hell that he had this kind of luck for getting what the dark side of him wanted. If he was quiet, if he was careful, he could probably edge those shoes right off.

And if I do, I'll do all kinds of unspeakable things to them...

England was a very Christian country. There was no way for him to indulge himself the way that he wanted without breaking some sort of moral law. The church had been very clear about what was and wasn't allowed...

But that didn't stop the rabbit from being tempted. His cheeks burned as he looked at the green leather around Robin's feet, and he imagined what must have been hidden under them. His cock throbbed all the harder, and only a lot of twisting up the blanket kept his boner from showing through it.

God...please...

Shaking his head, he tried to roll over, but those shoes still danced in his head, reminding him of what they were hiding. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to play with the legendary feet of the best thief in the kingdom. Robin never had to know.

Elias shut his eyes tight, shaking his head. His boner never went down, though, and he swore that it throbbed with the slow, even breathing of the fox behind him.

Try and sleep. Just...try and sleep. You can't do this if you're sleeping, right? Just...sleep!

The rabbit tried and tried to put the temptation out of his head, but when they were scant inches away from him, it was impossible. He kept imagining those feet, seeing the soft soles of the famous fox in his face. He imagined how strong the scent probably was, how damp the soles would be, the cleaning that they'd require. They'd not stink, of course, since Robin wasn't a dirty man, but...

His boner throbbed as he imagined turning around and taking what he wanted, thinking about how he would feel if he could just give himself this little gift. It was nearly Christmas, he thought. Didn't he deserve something for that?

Elias shook his head, trying to put the thought out of his mind, but it had already taken root. He'd done good things for Robin, right? And it wasn't like he was dragging the famous man down the road of immorality. He wasn't going to tempt Robin if the fox was asleep. All he had to do was be quiet and soft and...

And he could do it.

Slowly, the rabbit rolled over, cheeks burning so hot that he wondered if he was glowing in the dark. Surely, he felt like it as he gently grabbed at the fox's shoes, pulling at the heel at the back. There were no laces to undo, so all he had to do was slide the shoe off.

Thankfully, Robin's long day made it easy. The inside of the shoe wasn't slimy, but it was slick, and the hit of musk that hit his nose as he pulled it off was strong enough to make his boner pop up again. He gasped, then froze, the green leather resting on the edge of Robin's toes as he waited to see if he'd made too much noise.

If he had, it hadn't been enough to wake the fox up. He continued to snooze, his breathing soft and easy. Elias shook his head, slowly pulling the shoe the rest of the way off to get a good look at the sole.

There was only moonlight to see it by, but that was enough to make out the meaty ball of the foot, the soft red skin that ran from the toes all the way to the heel. The flesh was soft and shiny, and with the full moon shining on it, it almost seemed to become reflective.

My god...

He slowly put the shoe down off the side of the bed, hoping to make it look like Robin had kicked it off in the night. Maybe that would be believable. Maybe. He didn't care anymore, though. He needed to take this further. His temptation was too strong.

After slowly pulling the other one off and savoring the thick, musky scent that came off of the sweaty soles, he leaned in to take a better look. The four-toed feet were positively amazing to look at, and if he had been hard before, he felt stiff as a sword down there now, his cock begging to be released, begging to be touched.

One breath, and he almost released, the thick smell of the fox's musky soles so powerful and arousing. It was intense, thick, almost dominating by its very nature, like Robin's feet were taking control of him and encouraging him to give in to all the dark, deviant desires that he felt for them.

Forgive me, he thought.

The rabbit leaned in, dragging his nose from the heel of the right foot all the way up to the toes. Bits of sweat collected along his face as he went, and the thick, hot smell that clung to the thief's sole was left behind. He shivered from head to toe, his cock twitching, his nipples popping through his fur from how horny it made him.

One breath, two, three, his head starting to swim from the thickness of it, savoring the heavy scent and making it part of him. He breathed it in, his nostrils flaring as he stuck them between one toe gap after another, pulling in the hotter, slightly saltier scent that rested between them.

He dropped one hand down to his cock, not to stroke, but to pinch, squeeze, hold to keep it from cumming too soon. He wanted this to last. He needed this to last before he blew his load and lost his courage.

Elias dragged his head back down, bringing his nose down to Robin's heels. They were surprisingly soft, almost like the great thief kept them cared for somehow. He doubted that it had anything to do with those shoes, so many there was something to the stories of the fox getting it on with a vixen, going to visit her and stealing some of her lotions.

Certainly, his soles were softer and smoother than they had any right to be. Elias moaned under his breath again, smothering the sound against the sweaty soles rather than risk letting them be heard. He whimpered as he ground his face between one foot and the other, knowing that he was doing something sinful but unable to help himself.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, he kept begging.

Eventually, sniffing wasn't enough anymore. Rather than dragging his nose up the bottom of those feet, he dragged his tongue up them, tasting the sweat drops that were left. He moaned again, his cock dripping into his sheets, on the verge of cumming if he so much as shifted his hand.

He squeezed tighter as he moved up to those sleeping toes, flicking his tongue across the big one on the left foot for a moment. There was no response, so he pushed further, licking along the other toes, even going so far as to drag his tongue between them.

One little pool of sweat after another was cleaned, and he tried to tell himself that he was doing some sort of service, that he was performing a foot cleansing that Robin Hood would appreciate in the morning. It was a good thing, right?

Pervert...

That was the whole thing that kept playing through his mind, and despite the blame that came with it, it only made the whole thing that much hotter. He was doing something wrong, something that would get him in trouble if anyone ever found out...and it was so sexy at the same time.

Lick, lick, lick went his tongue along those smooth soles, following the curves of the arch up to the ball of the foot before coming up to the toes once more. He opened his mouth, sucking the big toe in and bobbing his head along it, worshiping it the way that some travelers had begged him to worship their cocks.

His feet...they're so...perfect, Elias thought.

The rabbit's own toes curled hard, his narrower feet barely restrained from kicking away in the bed. When he jerked off, he would kick and squirm, thrusting himself along, pushing himself and savoring the feeling of the sheets sliding and 'licking' along the soles of his feet. He couldn't do that this time, not without waking Robin up, but the urge was still there.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He whimpered as he sucked on each toe, leaving them spit-shined rather than sweat-shined. They were beautiful, elegant, wonderful.

Four toes down, four to go as he went from one foot to the other. He licked between the toes once more, seeing a few bubbles of his spit left behind before he popped them with another lick. The rabbit gently nibbled on the toes, stifling the worst of his whimpers on them as he worshiped them properly.

God, I want to cum...I need to cum...

He wasn't leaving his cock alone anymore. He couldn't help himself, slowly stroking his cock, slowly edging it as he felt the urge to cum rising higher and higher. The rabbit whimpered into those lovely, smooth, red feet, his cock throbbing and oozing against his fingers.

Don't wake up, please don't wake up...

Elias was working himself into a frenzy, but was there any reason to stop it? Not in his mind. Not when he was this close already.

Forward, back, forward, back, thrusting into his fingers as he thrust his tongue between Robin's toes. He licked, he lapped, and he sucked on Robin's toes, feeling the sleeping digits barely curling against his tongue. The fox wasn't awake, but god, if he pushed it any further, he could wake him up.

Do it. He'd like it. He deserves someone pampering him...

The thought was more tempting than it should have been, and he was ashamed at how much he wanted to go through with it. Give Robin someone that would look after him, someone that would serve him, someone that -

Finally, he went over the edge. He gasped as he came, hurriedly covering the head of his cock so that he didn't spray into the sheets or over Robin, or anywhere else that would leave a mess. His eyes closed tight, his cheeks burning hotter than ever as he realized just how out of control he'd gotten.

I made a mistake, I made a mistake.

The guilt that came post-pleasure crashed down on him hard, and he rolled over as quickly as he could, rubbing his hand against the sheets just under him. His seed smeared all over it, leaving a stain that he'd have to clean the next day, but it was better than his guilt being seen by his guest.

He couldn't believe that he had gone that far. The rabbit knew that it was wrong, that he couldn't be forgiven by the church by making such a stupid mistake. This was immoral, wrong, and...

And it had felt so good.

The kink was not supposed to feel that good, according to the church and the friars and the others that had condemned him for it before moving out of the village. He should be feeling hellfire, damnation.

Why was he tempted to do it again?

No. Once was bad enough. I shouldn't...I could tempt him, too...

But if that was the case, was that a bad thing? Robin was already a thief, probably damned by the church as much as he was. Would it be such a bad thing if the fox did fall into 'temptation' at this point? Would it be that bad for either of them?

He wanted to say that it would, but he couldn't be sure. He couldn't tell.

Elias squirmed, his cock throbbing back up to hardness every time that he looked at Robin's bare feet. Maybe he should cover them, but he was no longer confident enough to reach down and grab those shoes, to try and pull them on and avoid waking the thief up. He had probably been lucky enough to get them off in the first place.

But he didn't wake up.

That was the important part, he reminded himself. Robin had slept through it all. There was no blame that could land on him for this. He had...

He'd done the right thing. He'd gotten rid of his urges, and Robin was none the wiser.

"Mmmm..."

Elias froze in mid-adjustment, his eyes going wide.

"Heh, you have a real thing for them, don't you?"

Oh god.

"Did you finish in the sheets, or..."

"..."

"Oh, you're pretending to be asleep." Robin laughed in a good-natured way. "I suppose I can pretend that too. Goodnight; sleep well."

The fox chuckled as he shifted in his sheets, getting more comfortable before going quiet once more. Elias could hardly bring himself to breathe after that particular shock, his hands flat against the bed as he stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

No way...no...way...

Had Robin been awake the entire time? It sounded like it, but the idea of the hero of Nottingham, the great thief, knowing what he had done -

How the hell do I look him in the eye tomorrow?

He had no idea, and the fact that he had been asked how he had finished...

The stains called out to him like blood on a battlefield, signs of what he had done while he'd serviced the fox's feet. He had done something horrible, he was sure. He had done something that had tempted an already-vulnerable man down towards sin.

No, he...he could have...

But...was it wrong, or...

Elias's head was swimming as he stared at the roof of his hut. The idea that he had just indulged his sinful fantasies with a man that was legally a criminal but morally good was...weird. He didn't know how to think about it, how to feel about it, but he knew that it was probably bad.

But if he had done a bad thing with a 'bad' person, wasn't that better than doing it with a 'good' one? Or was it better to...

Or was it better to have not done it at all, to keep torturing himself, or to have done a bad thing to kick Robin Hood out rather than do a bad thing to him here, or...

The guilt was starting to mount up, as were the various questions. This was why he had left the village. He didn't want to do bad things, and he didn't want to feel the guilt or the questions that came when he was tempted.

The rabbit whimpered to himself, rolling to face away from the fox, hoping that the temptations and the questions would at least slow down now that he was looking the other way. They didn't. If anything, they got worse.

Elias closed his eyes, hoping that he would be able to slide into dreamland. Eventually, he managed to escape, but his dreams were just as surreal as his waking thoughts...

_The rabbit blushes as he kneels before the fox in the forest, his eyes fixed on those bare feet. Impossible as it is, they seem to be bare all the time, walking through mud, through fallen leaves, without the slightest damage or filth. They merely shine with sweat, drawing him in, making him into a good little foot boy for the entire gang of merry men.

All around him, others stand. Little John, Alan a'Dale, and more. They are just as barefoot as their leader, and the smell of foot sweat is strong in the air. Elias blushes, realizing that he's naked, that he wears the same shackles as a prisoner would around his ankles. A prisoner to the law, or to his fetish, it is not clear._

He looks up, only for Robin to raise one of his perfect feet and bring it down, rubbing it along his face, smothering him beneath that sweaty sole. He moans, breathing it in, his cock rising up for all the merry men to see.

"So glad that you decided to join us," Robin says indulgently. "We were missing a good boy underfoot."

The rabbit can't think of a thing to say. Instead, he opens his mouth and begins his work, cleaning off Robin's foot as the other merry men welcome him to his new life of fetish-based debauchery.

The End