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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Zorro (TV 1957) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diego de la Vega/Enrique Sanchez Monastario Additional Tags: Internalized Homophobia, fox hunting, why is that not a tag, uhhhhh warning for implied suicidal behaviour i guess, lol, he be going through it Summary:

Fic where diego is disabled and cant fight very well so he is a resistance writer instead and signs all his works as el Zorro. So he would know the lawbook like the back of his hand and catch enrique when he finds a loophole every time, and his work is regarded highly enough Enrique actually has to watch out for the governor and by extension the king of spain, and stick to the rules.

Diego getting shot in the leg By monastario, in the garrison and falling down the stairs, landing in a pathetic heap of darkness on the ground. Enrique, mad with glee, walking up to him, knowing a wounded animal cant escape, and taking him by the hair, pulling up his face to grin into it while Diego's blood spills into the sand.

The mask is still on, but Enrique doesnt need to see him without it to know who he's caught and owned. He takes the man's face into one hand, pulling off his glove with his teeth to feel it better.

He holds Diego there, who snarls and writhes in his grip but he can't stand and is tense with pain.

Rubbing a thumb over the mans cheek, soft like the silk he wears, he murmurs: "Give up. Give into me."

"Never!" Diego growls, his usual cute demaneour nowhere to be found. He's like a wild animal in Enrique's fortress, caged and afraid and in pain. Its right where enrique has always wanted him.

Enrique grips his jaw tighter, feeling his own temper flaring up so very excitingly. He squeezes Diegos jaw, watching his fingers dent into the skin in a way that will hopefully leave big bruises, and Diego winces, just slightly, but its enough to make delicious satisfaction curl in his stomach.

"Youve got nowhere to go. Admit it, ive caught you, and the game is over. You are mine now." Enrique feels just as feral as diego is behaving beneath him, and thankfully the soldiers are too far away to listen in on the conversation.

"I would rather die," Diego says, and spits, weakly but it still lands on enriques polished boots, and he lets go. The man drops back onto the ground without his support with a thump and a moan, and hes delightfully still as enrique wipes his boot on the seam of his cape.

"We'll see about that. Now get up."

Diego does not move, not even paying him the respects of looking at him.

"Get. Up." Enrique repeats, less politely.

Diego blinks at him. It seems hed rather let himself bleed to death than follow any of Enriques orders, which vexes him to such an extent he almost kicks the man, but he controls himself and hunches down next to him, curling an unruly look around his fingers before tugging on it, hard. "If you dont obey my orders, i will make you, and you will regret it."

With one last tug, he lets go, and diego actually whines, flipping Enriques insides.

He finally starts to move, trying to get to his feet while enrique peers down at him, languidly inspecting his fingernails, dirty and unmanicured. He does not succeed though, for the second he puts any wait on his wounded leg it gives way and he drops back into the sand like a sad little pet.

Enrique realizes this is not going to work. "Crawl." He amends instead.

"What?" Diego pants, looking at him like enrique has sustained brain damage.

"Crawl." He repeats, more sure of himself. Diego crawling around for him... what an idea. The perfect humiliation and revenge. He can hardly manage to bring his next words out carefully instead of tripping over them in excitement. "I want you to crawl, to my office."

The office in question is not that far, just a couple of steps if one could walk, but diego looks at the door with apprehension, the small distance like an impossible task. He wonders dazedly why monastario doesnt just incarcerate him, but he prefers not to think about that for too long.

"No."

"No??" Enrique is thrown out of his daydreams. "What do you mean no?"

"I cant do it." He tries to make it sound like a choice on his part, but the pathetic way it comes out reveals it is not.

For a second, he thinks enrique will take pity on him, but then he grabs at the whip at his side and Diego feels his stomach turn.

Enrique gives him a menacing look, and diego closes his eyes and bites his tongue, bracing himself before he starts to obey.

He can feel every eye in the courtyard on him, can almost imagine the twisted smirk on Enriques faces as he crawls through the sand, but he grits his teeth, determined not to let himself appear weak or intimidated. His leg feels like its been stabbed almost to the bone, the wound pulsing, but weaker every second. He doesn not think enrique will let him die - insane as he is, hes not that cruel. And besides, he was obsessed with diego - he would never let him die, even if diego begged for it.

His hazed mind can barely keep focused on the crawl, spots dancing in front of his vision, and he almost misses the things enrique is murmuring to him. Or to himself.

"Look at you... grovelling on the floor like the animal you say you are. Like a trapped fox, or a filthy dog."

Diego getting shot in the leg By monastario, in the garrison and falling down the stairs, landing in a pathetic heap of darkness on the ground. Enrique, mad with glee, walking up to him, knowing a wounded animal cant escape, and taking him by the hair, pulling up his face to grin into it while Diego's blood spills into the sand.

The mask is still on, but Enrique doesnt need to see him without it to know who he's caught and owned. He takes the man's face into one hand, pulling off his glove with his teeth to feel it better.

He holds Diego there, who snarls and writhes in his grip but he can't stand and is tense with pain.

Rubbing a thumb over the mans cheek, soft like the silk he wears, he murmurs: "Give up. Give into me."

"Never!" Diego growls, his usual cute demaneour nowhere to be found. He's like a wild animal in Enrique's fortress, caged and afraid and in pain. Its right where enrique has always wanted him.

Enrique grips his jaw tighter, feeling his own temper flaring up so very excitingly. He squeezes Diegos jaw, watching his fingers dent into the skin in a way that will hopefully leave big bruises, and Diego winces, just slightly, but its enough to make delicious satisfaction curl in his stomach.

"Youve got nowhere to go. Admit it, ive caught you, and the game is over. You are mine now." Enrique feels just as feral as diego is behaving beneath him, and thankfully the soldiers are too far away to listen in on the conversation.

"I would rather die," Diego says, and spits, weakly but it still lands on enriques polished boots, and he lets go. The man drops back onto the ground without his support with a thump and a moan, and hes delightfully still as enrique wipes his boot on the seam of his cape.

"We'll see about that. Now get up."

Diego does not move, not even paying him the respects of looking at him.

"Get. Up." Enrique repeats, less politely.

Diego blinks at him. It seems hed rather let himself bleed to death than follow any of Enriques orders, which vexes him to such an extent he almost kicks the man, but he controls himself and hunches down next to him, curling an unruly look around his fingers before tugging on it, hard. "If you dont obey my orders, i will make you, and you will regret it."

With one last tug, he lets go, and diego actually whines, flipping Enriques insides.

He finally starts to move, trying to get to his feet while enrique peers down at him, languidly inspecting his fingernails, dirty and unmanicured. He does not succeed though, for the second he puts any wait on his wounded leg it gives way and he drops back into the sand like a sad little pet.

Enrique realizes this is not going to work. "Crawl." He amends instead.

"What?" Diego pants, looking at him like enrique has sustained brain damage.

"Crawl." He repeats, more sure of himself. Diego crawling around for him... what an idea. The perfect humiliation and revenge. He can hardly manage to bring his next words out carefully instead of tripping over them in excitement. "I want you to crawl, to my office."

The office in question is not that far, just a couple of steps if one could walk, but diego looks at the door with apprehension, the small distance like an impossible task. He wonders dazedly why monastario doesnt just incarcerate him, but he prefers not to think about that for too long.

"No."

"No??" Enrique is thrown out of his daydreams. "What do you mean no?"

"I cant do it." He tries to make it sound like a choice on his part, but the pathetic way it comes out reveals it is not.

For a second, he thinks enrique will take pity on him, but then he grabs at the whip at his side and Diego feels his stomach turn.

Enrique gives him a menacing look, and diego closes his eyes and bites his tongue, bracing himself before he starts to obey.

He can feel every eye in the courtyard on him, can almost imagine the twisted smirk on Enriques faces as he crawls through the sand, but he grits his teeth, determined not to let himself appear weak or intimidated. His leg feels like its been stabbed almost to the bone, the wound pulsing, but weaker every second. He doesn not think enrique will let him die - insane as he is, hes not that cruel. And besides, he was obsessed with diego - he would never let him die, even if diego begged for it.

His hazed mind can barely keep focused on the crawl, spots dancing in front of his vision, and he almost misses the things enrique is murmuring to him. Or to himself.

"Look at you... grovelling on the floor like the animal you say you are. Like a trapped fox, or a filthy dog."