Fic: All Bound Up 2: Wrestling with Rope
Title: All Bound Up 2: Wrestling with Rope
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur/Rope (OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crack and even more dubious use of an enchanted rope.
Wordcount: 2354
Summary: Arthur thought he would never be bested by a rope. He might have been wrong.
Author's Notes: A sequel to, oddly enough, All Bound Up (this possibly won't make sense if you haven't read that one). For chaosmaka without whom my world would be spamless and sad place. And lookee new rope icon by gealach_ros :-)
Wrestling with Rope
Arthur was not missing Merlin. He really didn't mind the fact Merlin had been called away to gather herbs for Gaius. After-all he and Merlin had had a very nice couple of days in Arthur's chambers, without interruption, getting to know each other in a way that hadn't been possible before. He was not smiling at the memory of Merlin under him either, or at the image of Merlin all bound up in rope. Nor was he having thoughts about what he wanted to do to Merlin when he got back. Things that involved being naked and keeping the door locked.
Going through his fantasies Arthur noticed the rope coiled up on the foot of the bed. Since its actions in getting Arthur and Merlin together it had been oddly quiet. It was Merlin's opinion that perhaps the enchantment had worn off but Arthur had discovered that Merlin didn't actually know that much about magic, especially when it came to casting spells on ropes.
He couldn't resist the rope being there so he reached out and touched it. It felt like a perfectly normal rope. There was nothing about it that suggested it was anything more. He picked up, ran his fingers down it and examined but the rope remained inanimate. Arthur thought perhaps you had to be a sorcerer to elicit a reaction from it. He put the rope down and went back to not missing Merlin.
He did wonder about taking a bath but that would involve finding a servant and getting them to fill it up. Not to mention the fact they would probably fill the bath up with the correct temperature water and it wouldn't be the same. Brooding, Arthur took off his boots and sat down in his favourite chair. He closed his eyes and decided to think of all the things he and Merlin could do when his wayward servant returned. How long did it take to gather herbs anyway?
Arthur was completely unaware of having dropped off to sleep before he was awoken by a strange feeling of something wrapping around his leg. He opened his eyes and looked down to find Merlin's rope (he was not going to take responsibility for an enchanted rope himself so it was Merlin's rope) winding its way around his lower leg.
Jumping up Arthur tried to shake the rope off but it seemed the rope was a bit more persistent than he had given it credit for. He tried taking hold of it but it was so tightly wound around his leg there wasn't really much space to get his fingers under it to pull it off. He hopped around trying to tug the rope off but there was nothing he could do. Then another bit of the rope stretched out and caught his other foot. Arthur ended up on the floor.
Even then he couldn't escape. The rope was winding its way around him and there wasn't anything he could do. Arthur hadn't thought of ropes as slippery but there was no doubt this one was. He just couldn't get a grip on it but the rope had a grip on him. More than that it seemed to be trying to get underneath his clothes.
“What are you doing?” Arthur asked, before he realised he was actually asking this question to a rope.
It obviously had heard him as suddenly a 'head' shape seemed to appear from the end of the rope and it looked at him. Of course it still didn't have a mouth so it couldn't actually give Arthur an answer.
“Are you trying to get into my clothes?” Arthur asked.
The rope shook its head. Then it wrapped itself around Arthur's waist and seemed to be pulling down. It was a very odd sensation and reminded Arthur of the time Merlin had had to pull his breeches off after a night of a little too much ale. Surely that couldn't be it?
“You want me to take my clothes off?” Arthur asked the rope.
The rope nodded.
Arthur groaned. There was no way he was going to take his clothes off because a rope asked him to. It was ridiculous. Maybe Merlin would but that was Merlin. Arthur tried to ignore the image of naked Merlin he'd ended up thinking about and continued tugging that the rope, which continued to tug on his clothing.
“I am not taking my clothes off,” Arthur said through gritted teeth.
The rope still didn't take the hint. Arthur was getting tired. He thought of his options, He could always wait until Merlin got back, unfortunately there were two problems with this. The first was that he had no idea when Merlin would be back, it could be hours, and Arthur wasn't sure that he would be able to stand it that long. The second reason was that he didn't actually want Merlin to find him like this. He didn't want him to know Arthur had been beaten by a rope.
Sadly there was nothing to do but negotiate with the rope, Arthur decided.
“If I take my clothes off will you let me go?” he asked.
The rope seemed to nod so Arthur took that as a yes.
“All right, I'll take my clothes off, but you need to let me go first,” Arthur said.
The rope loosened enough for him to stand up but it still lay pooled at Arthur's feet, presumably in case he tried to make a getaway before he had fulfilled his part of the bargain. Arthur was half tempted to try anyway but he was no mood to wrestle the rope again. So, despite his better judgement, he began to undress himself.
He managed to undress himself quite quickly and efficiently considering he didn't actually have Merlin to help him. He did feel a little self conscious being naked in front of a rope. Which was more than a little silly as the rope didn't have eyes and clearly it had no morals.
“All right I'm naked,” Arthur said, not sure why the rope wanted him naked in the first place.
Things became a little clearer when the rope suddenly wrapped itself round Arthur's wrists and began pulling him toward the bed. Arthur, having his legs free, pulled back, yanking the rope away from the bed and toward him. However, the rope had wound its way around one of the bed posts and seemed to be pulling Arthur back with more force.
Not wearing any boots and the floor being made of stone flags Arthur couldn't get enough of a purchase to really pull the rope. He could only delay the inevitable as he edged closer and closer to the bed. Being bound at the wrists he couldn't reach for his sword and put the farce to, what Merlin would probably consider to be, a tragic end.
His legs hit the side of the bed with quite a force, propelling him forward. He landed on the bed, grateful that his had plenty of pillows to break his fall, even if they did feel strange around certain parts of his anatomy. He didn't have time to dwell on the sensation however, as the rope would itself around his wrists and ankles and then around the bed posts.
Regaining his composure Arthur realised the rope had him tied to the bed in a rather compromising position. There he was all spread out, totally naked and unable to moved because he was restrained by a magical rope. He wondered if perhaps wresting with the rope whilst fully clothed hadn't been the better option after-all.
What was worse was that the feel of the sheet, and the earlier thoughts of a naked Merlin, had made Arthur very aroused. Not only would be very obvious to anyone entering the room there was nothing he could do about it. He longed to be able to stroke himself but no amount of twisting and turning would loosen the ropes hold on him. Of course that would be the moment when Merlin finally returned.
He entered the room babbling away. “Arthur, I'm sorry I'm late Gaius...”
It had taken Merlin a moment to notice Arthur's current state but when he did he didn't avert his gaze. He even had the audacity to lick his lips, whether it was purely because of nerves Arthur couldn't tell. He hoped not.
“Arthur?”
“Yes, Merlin, I am tied to the bed,” Arthur said, ignoring the fact Merlin's gaze was centred on one area in particular. “It's your ropes fault.”
“Our rope,” Merlin corrected. “And why is it his fault?”
“The rope blackmailed me into removing my clothes and then tied me to the bed.”
Merlin started laughing.
“It's not funny, Mer-lin!”
Merlin didn't stop laughing. “It is. You told me I was such a girl for getting tied up by the rope but at least I wasn't naked.”
“Merlin, come over here and untie me.”
Merlin stopped laughing and came closer to the bed. He was staring again. “I don't know if I should. I mean the rope did this for a reason,” he said, quietly. Arthur shivered.
“To humiliate me,” Arthur supplied.
Merlin shook his head. “No, something better than that,” he said, smiling in a way that Arthur hadn't seen since their previous rope encounter.
As Arthur watched Merlin began to get undressed. He did it deliberately, slowly, letting the fabric linger a little longer than necessary before removing it to reveal pale, delicate skin, dotted here and there with red love bites. Arthur remembered giving Merlin each and every one of them. He groaned and closed his eyes.
He opened them again as he felt a naked someone crawl onto the bed and lean down to kiss him. As he opened his eyes he saw Merlin on all fours hovering over him and as naked as he. Arthur returned the smile he saw on Merlin's face.
“I like you like this,” Merlin whispered. “I can do anything I want and you won't be able to stop me.”
“Merlin,” Arthur said, half in protest and half in lust. “You just...do something.” Sexual frustration could only last so long.
Unfortunately Merlin decided that the something was to torture Arthur some more. He slowly began to kiss Arthur chest, experimentally licking a nipple. Arthur was able to arch up slightly but it was thin air he came up against anyway. Merlin smiled and lowered himself down slightly, just enough so his cock and Arthur's brushed together before he resumed his position over Arthur and the touch was gone.
Not heeding any of Arthur's pleas Merlin bent down and kissed further down Arthur's body. As he did so he allowed their cocks to have an all too brief moment of contact. Arthur had to admit Merlin was getting very good at this, even if he was desperate for Merlin to do something a little more substantial.
“Merlin,” he managed to choke out.
That was when Merlin's face really did lose innocence. He manoeuvred himself so he was just above Arthur's cock and then he lowered his head and began to suck it. Arthur watched, even though seeing and feeling what Merlin was doing was driving him mad. They hadn't really experimented much before and Arthur was now wondering why they hadn't when this felt so good.
He held tightly onto the rope. It bit into his wrists but he didn't care. His movements were restricted leaving entirely at Merlin's mercy. He should have been worried by this but he wasn't. He trusted Merlin, knew Merlin and felt every touch his lover gave him letting himself fall into the moment.
“Merlin,” he managed to get out as he felt his release coming.
Merlin didn't stop his ministrations. As Arthur came he could feel Merlin swallow and the very sensation, the very thought, would have been enough to come again had he been able. Merlin just lifted his head up and licked his lips.
He lay on top of Arthur and rubbed himself against Arthur's still sensitive genitals. Arthur could feel Merlin's hardness, a sharp contrast to his own. Then Merlin kissed him and his movements became more frantic before finally he came, Arthur feeling Merlin tremble.
If he had been able to he would have put his arms around Merlin. As if it knew the rope loosened and untied him. It slithered down their sated bodies and then coiled itself around their legs. Merlin was still on top of Arthur and now his arms were free Arthur was able to place them around Merlin, rubbing gentle circles on his back.
Arthur let himself drift off to sleep with Merlin still on top of him.
“We should give him a name,” Merlin said, yawning as he woke up from their nap.
“Who?” Arthur asked, confused and thinking they now both needed a bath.
“The rope,” Merlin replied.
As if it had heard them, which was ridiculous as ropes don;t have ears, the rope's head appeared from its position at the end of the bed.
“You can't name a rope, Merlin,” Arthur replied.
The rope drooped slightly.
“You've hurt his feelings,” Merlin said.
Arthur sighed, he knew he would never hear the end of it if they didn't discuss it now. “All right, what do we call the rope?”
“I was thinking we could call him Alistair,” Merlin replied.
The rope nodded enthusiastically.
“Alistair?”
“If you think it's silly...”
“No, no, no” Arthur said, wondering what tone Merlin had used to make his insides feel funny. “If you want to call your enchanted rope Alistair you can.”
“Our enchanted rope,” Merlin corrected.
“Our enchanted rope,” Arthur said, with difficulty.
He wasn't sure but the thought he'd heard the rope, Alistair according to Merlin, purr. Arthur shook his head. That was silly; ropes didn't purr. Of course normal ropes didn't get princes naked and tie them to their bed. Then again this wasn't a normal rope, this was an enchanted rope, and Arthur had to admit, in its own way enchanted ropes were far more useful.
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur/Rope (OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crack and even more dubious use of an enchanted rope.
Wordcount: 2354
Summary: Arthur thought he would never be bested by a rope. He might have been wrong.
Author's Notes: A sequel to, oddly enough, All Bound Up (this possibly won't make sense if you haven't read that one). For chaosmaka without whom my world would be spamless and sad place. And lookee new rope icon by gealach_ros :-)
Wrestling with Rope
Arthur was not missing Merlin. He really didn't mind the fact Merlin had been called away to gather herbs for Gaius. After-all he and Merlin had had a very nice couple of days in Arthur's chambers, without interruption, getting to know each other in a way that hadn't been possible before. He was not smiling at the memory of Merlin under him either, or at the image of Merlin all bound up in rope. Nor was he having thoughts about what he wanted to do to Merlin when he got back. Things that involved being naked and keeping the door locked.
Going through his fantasies Arthur noticed the rope coiled up on the foot of the bed. Since its actions in getting Arthur and Merlin together it had been oddly quiet. It was Merlin's opinion that perhaps the enchantment had worn off but Arthur had discovered that Merlin didn't actually know that much about magic, especially when it came to casting spells on ropes.
He couldn't resist the rope being there so he reached out and touched it. It felt like a perfectly normal rope. There was nothing about it that suggested it was anything more. He picked up, ran his fingers down it and examined but the rope remained inanimate. Arthur thought perhaps you had to be a sorcerer to elicit a reaction from it. He put the rope down and went back to not missing Merlin.
He did wonder about taking a bath but that would involve finding a servant and getting them to fill it up. Not to mention the fact they would probably fill the bath up with the correct temperature water and it wouldn't be the same. Brooding, Arthur took off his boots and sat down in his favourite chair. He closed his eyes and decided to think of all the things he and Merlin could do when his wayward servant returned. How long did it take to gather herbs anyway?
Arthur was completely unaware of having dropped off to sleep before he was awoken by a strange feeling of something wrapping around his leg. He opened his eyes and looked down to find Merlin's rope (he was not going to take responsibility for an enchanted rope himself so it was Merlin's rope) winding its way around his lower leg.
Jumping up Arthur tried to shake the rope off but it seemed the rope was a bit more persistent than he had given it credit for. He tried taking hold of it but it was so tightly wound around his leg there wasn't really much space to get his fingers under it to pull it off. He hopped around trying to tug the rope off but there was nothing he could do. Then another bit of the rope stretched out and caught his other foot. Arthur ended up on the floor.
Even then he couldn't escape. The rope was winding its way around him and there wasn't anything he could do. Arthur hadn't thought of ropes as slippery but there was no doubt this one was. He just couldn't get a grip on it but the rope had a grip on him. More than that it seemed to be trying to get underneath his clothes.
“What are you doing?” Arthur asked, before he realised he was actually asking this question to a rope.
It obviously had heard him as suddenly a 'head' shape seemed to appear from the end of the rope and it looked at him. Of course it still didn't have a mouth so it couldn't actually give Arthur an answer.
“Are you trying to get into my clothes?” Arthur asked.
The rope shook its head. Then it wrapped itself around Arthur's waist and seemed to be pulling down. It was a very odd sensation and reminded Arthur of the time Merlin had had to pull his breeches off after a night of a little too much ale. Surely that couldn't be it?
“You want me to take my clothes off?” Arthur asked the rope.
The rope nodded.
Arthur groaned. There was no way he was going to take his clothes off because a rope asked him to. It was ridiculous. Maybe Merlin would but that was Merlin. Arthur tried to ignore the image of naked Merlin he'd ended up thinking about and continued tugging that the rope, which continued to tug on his clothing.
“I am not taking my clothes off,” Arthur said through gritted teeth.
The rope still didn't take the hint. Arthur was getting tired. He thought of his options, He could always wait until Merlin got back, unfortunately there were two problems with this. The first was that he had no idea when Merlin would be back, it could be hours, and Arthur wasn't sure that he would be able to stand it that long. The second reason was that he didn't actually want Merlin to find him like this. He didn't want him to know Arthur had been beaten by a rope.
Sadly there was nothing to do but negotiate with the rope, Arthur decided.
“If I take my clothes off will you let me go?” he asked.
The rope seemed to nod so Arthur took that as a yes.
“All right, I'll take my clothes off, but you need to let me go first,” Arthur said.
The rope loosened enough for him to stand up but it still lay pooled at Arthur's feet, presumably in case he tried to make a getaway before he had fulfilled his part of the bargain. Arthur was half tempted to try anyway but he was no mood to wrestle the rope again. So, despite his better judgement, he began to undress himself.
He managed to undress himself quite quickly and efficiently considering he didn't actually have Merlin to help him. He did feel a little self conscious being naked in front of a rope. Which was more than a little silly as the rope didn't have eyes and clearly it had no morals.
“All right I'm naked,” Arthur said, not sure why the rope wanted him naked in the first place.
Things became a little clearer when the rope suddenly wrapped itself round Arthur's wrists and began pulling him toward the bed. Arthur, having his legs free, pulled back, yanking the rope away from the bed and toward him. However, the rope had wound its way around one of the bed posts and seemed to be pulling Arthur back with more force.
Not wearing any boots and the floor being made of stone flags Arthur couldn't get enough of a purchase to really pull the rope. He could only delay the inevitable as he edged closer and closer to the bed. Being bound at the wrists he couldn't reach for his sword and put the farce to, what Merlin would probably consider to be, a tragic end.
His legs hit the side of the bed with quite a force, propelling him forward. He landed on the bed, grateful that his had plenty of pillows to break his fall, even if they did feel strange around certain parts of his anatomy. He didn't have time to dwell on the sensation however, as the rope would itself around his wrists and ankles and then around the bed posts.
Regaining his composure Arthur realised the rope had him tied to the bed in a rather compromising position. There he was all spread out, totally naked and unable to moved because he was restrained by a magical rope. He wondered if perhaps wresting with the rope whilst fully clothed hadn't been the better option after-all.
What was worse was that the feel of the sheet, and the earlier thoughts of a naked Merlin, had made Arthur very aroused. Not only would be very obvious to anyone entering the room there was nothing he could do about it. He longed to be able to stroke himself but no amount of twisting and turning would loosen the ropes hold on him. Of course that would be the moment when Merlin finally returned.
He entered the room babbling away. “Arthur, I'm sorry I'm late Gaius...”
It had taken Merlin a moment to notice Arthur's current state but when he did he didn't avert his gaze. He even had the audacity to lick his lips, whether it was purely because of nerves Arthur couldn't tell. He hoped not.
“Arthur?”
“Yes, Merlin, I am tied to the bed,” Arthur said, ignoring the fact Merlin's gaze was centred on one area in particular. “It's your ropes fault.”
“Our rope,” Merlin corrected. “And why is it his fault?”
“The rope blackmailed me into removing my clothes and then tied me to the bed.”
Merlin started laughing.
“It's not funny, Mer-lin!”
Merlin didn't stop laughing. “It is. You told me I was such a girl for getting tied up by the rope but at least I wasn't naked.”
“Merlin, come over here and untie me.”
Merlin stopped laughing and came closer to the bed. He was staring again. “I don't know if I should. I mean the rope did this for a reason,” he said, quietly. Arthur shivered.
“To humiliate me,” Arthur supplied.
Merlin shook his head. “No, something better than that,” he said, smiling in a way that Arthur hadn't seen since their previous rope encounter.
As Arthur watched Merlin began to get undressed. He did it deliberately, slowly, letting the fabric linger a little longer than necessary before removing it to reveal pale, delicate skin, dotted here and there with red love bites. Arthur remembered giving Merlin each and every one of them. He groaned and closed his eyes.
He opened them again as he felt a naked someone crawl onto the bed and lean down to kiss him. As he opened his eyes he saw Merlin on all fours hovering over him and as naked as he. Arthur returned the smile he saw on Merlin's face.
“I like you like this,” Merlin whispered. “I can do anything I want and you won't be able to stop me.”
“Merlin,” Arthur said, half in protest and half in lust. “You just...do something.” Sexual frustration could only last so long.
Unfortunately Merlin decided that the something was to torture Arthur some more. He slowly began to kiss Arthur chest, experimentally licking a nipple. Arthur was able to arch up slightly but it was thin air he came up against anyway. Merlin smiled and lowered himself down slightly, just enough so his cock and Arthur's brushed together before he resumed his position over Arthur and the touch was gone.
Not heeding any of Arthur's pleas Merlin bent down and kissed further down Arthur's body. As he did so he allowed their cocks to have an all too brief moment of contact. Arthur had to admit Merlin was getting very good at this, even if he was desperate for Merlin to do something a little more substantial.
“Merlin,” he managed to choke out.
That was when Merlin's face really did lose innocence. He manoeuvred himself so he was just above Arthur's cock and then he lowered his head and began to suck it. Arthur watched, even though seeing and feeling what Merlin was doing was driving him mad. They hadn't really experimented much before and Arthur was now wondering why they hadn't when this felt so good.
He held tightly onto the rope. It bit into his wrists but he didn't care. His movements were restricted leaving entirely at Merlin's mercy. He should have been worried by this but he wasn't. He trusted Merlin, knew Merlin and felt every touch his lover gave him letting himself fall into the moment.
“Merlin,” he managed to get out as he felt his release coming.
Merlin didn't stop his ministrations. As Arthur came he could feel Merlin swallow and the very sensation, the very thought, would have been enough to come again had he been able. Merlin just lifted his head up and licked his lips.
He lay on top of Arthur and rubbed himself against Arthur's still sensitive genitals. Arthur could feel Merlin's hardness, a sharp contrast to his own. Then Merlin kissed him and his movements became more frantic before finally he came, Arthur feeling Merlin tremble.
If he had been able to he would have put his arms around Merlin. As if it knew the rope loosened and untied him. It slithered down their sated bodies and then coiled itself around their legs. Merlin was still on top of Arthur and now his arms were free Arthur was able to place them around Merlin, rubbing gentle circles on his back.
Arthur let himself drift off to sleep with Merlin still on top of him.
“We should give him a name,” Merlin said, yawning as he woke up from their nap.
“Who?” Arthur asked, confused and thinking they now both needed a bath.
“The rope,” Merlin replied.
As if it had heard them, which was ridiculous as ropes don;t have ears, the rope's head appeared from its position at the end of the bed.
“You can't name a rope, Merlin,” Arthur replied.
The rope drooped slightly.
“You've hurt his feelings,” Merlin said.
Arthur sighed, he knew he would never hear the end of it if they didn't discuss it now. “All right, what do we call the rope?”
“I was thinking we could call him Alistair,” Merlin replied.
The rope nodded enthusiastically.
“Alistair?”
“If you think it's silly...”
“No, no, no” Arthur said, wondering what tone Merlin had used to make his insides feel funny. “If you want to call your enchanted rope Alistair you can.”
“Our enchanted rope,” Merlin corrected.
“Our enchanted rope,” Arthur said, with difficulty.
He wasn't sure but the thought he'd heard the rope, Alistair according to Merlin, purr. Arthur shook his head. That was silly; ropes didn't purr. Of course normal ropes didn't get princes naked and tie them to their bed. Then again this wasn't a normal rope, this was an enchanted rope, and Arthur had to admit, in its own way enchanted ropes were far more useful.