Fic: All Bound Up 3: Of Ropes and Knighthoods
Title: All Bound Up 3: Of Ropes and Knighthoods
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur/Alistair (the Rope) (OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crack of course. And yes sex involving a rope.
Wordcount: 1295
Summary: So anyone can become a knight? Merlin asked. Arthur wasn't sure about Merlin's suggestion.
Author's Notes: It's my lovely spam partner's birthday! So I thought I would write her future!fic in the Alistair rope 'verse. So here it is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY chaosmaka! (part blame goes to gluecookie for giving me the idea)
Of Ropes and Knighthoods
It was a quiet evening in the chambers of the King and his Court sorcerer. Arthur was reading through the latest reports and requests sent by his nobles and Merlin was making notes on potions that could be used to clean swords more efficiently. Arthur had been complaining the trainee knights had been getting sloppy with their sword work due to dull blades. Curled up underneath the table was their rope; Alistair.
They were both absorbed in their work until Arthur broke the silence with an indignant cry.
“Merlin, look at this, Lord Eldrich wants a knighthood for his eldest son!” Arthur shoved the piece of parchment over so Merlin could read it.
“What's wrong with that?” he asked, clearly missing something.
“He's fifteen years old and can barely ride. He'd never survive basic training,” Arthur said. “I'll write back and suggest he waits a few years before coming to Camelot.”
“So anyone can suggest someone for a knighthood?” Merlin asked.
“Yes, Merlin,” Arthur replied, clearly not happy about that fact. “You do remember I abolished the first law of Camelot? Anyone can be nominated as a knight whether they have noble blood or not.”
“What about Alistair?”
Arthur looked puzzled before the rope wound itself around his legs. “I can't knight a rope, Merlin!” he said.
Alistair slinked back and wrapped himself around Merlin. “Why not?” Merlin asked. “He's been a loyal servant.”
“The fact that he ties us to the bed and, I'll admit, helps give us pleasure in bed is no a reason to knight him,” Arthur said.
“He's helped us,” Merlin pointed out. “Without him we might have spent years pining for each other.”
“I never pined for you Merlin,” Arthur said.
“All right then what about the times he's saved your life?”
Alistair appeared from under the table.
It was true that he had accompanied Arthur and Merlin on several quests and had been invaluable when Arthur had slipped off a cliff ledge and when he'd got stuck in quicksand. In fact he had even tripped up several assassins when Arthur had first become king.
“Merlin, the council will never agree to it.”
“Then don't tell them,” Merlin replied. “You're the king, Arthur, you can knight who you want.”
Arthur seemed to consider this. “It would annoy Lord Ragnall and gods know he's been insufferable lately.”
Merlin grinned. “So you'll do it then?”
Alistair looked as hopeful as a rope ever could.
“Tomorrow morning,” Arthur said. “I'll knight him.”
Merlin hugged Arthur. “Thank you, Arthur!” He turned to Alistair. “See, I told he would.”
Alistair, it seemed, was very pleased. He immediately wrapped himself around both their legs and tugged.
“Alistair, no, I have reports to go over,” Arthur protested.
The rope simply tugged them more.
“I think the reports can wait, Arthur,” Merlin said, joining Alistair in trying to get Arthur up from the table and toward the bed. It was a losing battle for Arthur.
“We'll still dressed,” Arthur pointed out, regretting saying that as the next thing he knew Merlin's eyes flashed gold and they were naked. “Merlin!”
“Now we;re not dressed,” was Merlin's reply.
Arthur got up form the bed and immediately found himself pressed up against Merlin, Alistair wrapping his way around their waists. Luckily after so many years of being tied up with a sentient rope they were bale to manoeuvre carefully away form the table without damaging anything vital.
Once they were on the bed, Arthur found himself on top. Alistair carefully secured Merlin's wrists to the bed and then loosely wrapped himself around their waists. Arthur kissed Merlin's bound writs and then proceeded to kiss his mouth. There was something very satisfying about making Merlin groan whilst he felt his hardness pressed up against him.
Arthur continued to torture Merlin by kissing his chest and sucking each nipple in turn. Had he wanted to Merlin could easily have freed himself but it was clear he was enjoying the sensations that Arthur's mouth was giving him. He writhed a little under him and Arthur knew exactly how his actions were affecting his lover.
After awhile Arthur moved to reach for the small bottle of oil they kept near the bed. Fortunately Alistair was loose enough for him to pick it up without any trouble. Merlin clearly knew exactly what he was doing as his gaze was on Arthur the whole time.
As Arthur carefully opened Merlin with his fingers he could feel the roughness of Alistair on his back, the rope moving back and forth slightly over his skin. It wasn't enough to entirely distract Arthur from his task, however and soon Merlin was ready.
As he entered Merlin Arthur could feel the rope tightening around them. Merlin;s legs were around him but it was the feeling of being bound up together that Arthur really felt. There was no way for them to be physically closer. He moved in Merlin, in and out slowly and carefully, his movements slightly restricted by Alistair around them. It meant he was forced to push deep into Merlin, who was still restrained at the wrists.
Arthur leaned down and kissed him, feeling so completely and connected and loved he would never be able to put it into words. A few moments later he came with a cry and Alistair tightened around them so hard Arthur knew he would have a red mark there for a few hours. He didn't care though. Merlin's arms were now free but Alistair remained wrapped around them as they fell into a blissful sleep.
The next morning Arthur assembled the court who seemed very confused as to what was going on. Some looked annoyed at being summoned and Arthur admitted he was pleased to note that Lord Ragnall was looking less smug. Merlin, of course, was his usual late self. He'd been tasked with bringing Alistair to the council chamber ad was obviously taking his time.
“You are wondering why I've called you here today,” Arthur began.
Murmurs of agreement were uttered.
“Today I am going to knight one of my loyalist subjects,” Arthur announced. “He's been a good friend and he's helped me out many times in the past. He deserves recognition for his acts.”
The doors flung open and Merlin entered. “Sorry I'm late,” he said.
“Sire, you're not knighting your court sorcerer?” Lord Ragnll asked.
“Of course not,” Arthur said. “Merlin doesn't need the title. Although he does know the person in question.”
Everyone murmured in surprise, clearly wondering who Arthur meant.
“Alistair!” Merlin called.
On cue the rope slithered into the council chamber before curling himself up at Arthur's feet, just his 'head' poking out.
“A rope?!” Lord Ragnall spluttered.
“An enchanted rope who has saved my life,” Arthur corrected. “Alistair here has been sentient for years.”
The murmuring grew to confused whispers.
“This magical rope has performed his duty many times,” Arthur said solemnly so it is with great pleasure I accord you,” he said addressing Alistair, “the honour of knighthood.”
Arthur picked up his sword and stood in front of the rope. “I name thee Sir Alistair, knight of Camelot and Equerry to the King's bedchamber”
Alistair flinched slightly as Arthur touched him with the tip of the sword but he remained uninjured. “Arise, Sir Alistair.”
Alistair rose up proudly.
Merlin was smiling. The rest of the court was in shock, Lord Ragnall seemed to have fainted. After a while though Sir Leon began to clap and the rest of them gradually joined in. Arthur smiled and didn't mind at all when Alistair coiled round him for a hug.
Later than evening the King, his court sorcerer and Sir Alistair retired to the kings bedchamber where the new equerry once more proved his worth.
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur/Alistair (the Rope) (OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crack of course. And yes sex involving a rope.
Wordcount: 1295
Summary: So anyone can become a knight? Merlin asked. Arthur wasn't sure about Merlin's suggestion.
Author's Notes: It's my lovely spam partner's birthday! So I thought I would write her future!fic in the Alistair rope 'verse. So here it is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY chaosmaka! (part blame goes to gluecookie for giving me the idea)
Of Ropes and Knighthoods
It was a quiet evening in the chambers of the King and his Court sorcerer. Arthur was reading through the latest reports and requests sent by his nobles and Merlin was making notes on potions that could be used to clean swords more efficiently. Arthur had been complaining the trainee knights had been getting sloppy with their sword work due to dull blades. Curled up underneath the table was their rope; Alistair.
They were both absorbed in their work until Arthur broke the silence with an indignant cry.
“Merlin, look at this, Lord Eldrich wants a knighthood for his eldest son!” Arthur shoved the piece of parchment over so Merlin could read it.
“What's wrong with that?” he asked, clearly missing something.
“He's fifteen years old and can barely ride. He'd never survive basic training,” Arthur said. “I'll write back and suggest he waits a few years before coming to Camelot.”
“So anyone can suggest someone for a knighthood?” Merlin asked.
“Yes, Merlin,” Arthur replied, clearly not happy about that fact. “You do remember I abolished the first law of Camelot? Anyone can be nominated as a knight whether they have noble blood or not.”
“What about Alistair?”
Arthur looked puzzled before the rope wound itself around his legs. “I can't knight a rope, Merlin!” he said.
Alistair slinked back and wrapped himself around Merlin. “Why not?” Merlin asked. “He's been a loyal servant.”
“The fact that he ties us to the bed and, I'll admit, helps give us pleasure in bed is no a reason to knight him,” Arthur said.
“He's helped us,” Merlin pointed out. “Without him we might have spent years pining for each other.”
“I never pined for you Merlin,” Arthur said.
“All right then what about the times he's saved your life?”
Alistair appeared from under the table.
It was true that he had accompanied Arthur and Merlin on several quests and had been invaluable when Arthur had slipped off a cliff ledge and when he'd got stuck in quicksand. In fact he had even tripped up several assassins when Arthur had first become king.
“Merlin, the council will never agree to it.”
“Then don't tell them,” Merlin replied. “You're the king, Arthur, you can knight who you want.”
Arthur seemed to consider this. “It would annoy Lord Ragnall and gods know he's been insufferable lately.”
Merlin grinned. “So you'll do it then?”
Alistair looked as hopeful as a rope ever could.
“Tomorrow morning,” Arthur said. “I'll knight him.”
Merlin hugged Arthur. “Thank you, Arthur!” He turned to Alistair. “See, I told he would.”
Alistair, it seemed, was very pleased. He immediately wrapped himself around both their legs and tugged.
“Alistair, no, I have reports to go over,” Arthur protested.
The rope simply tugged them more.
“I think the reports can wait, Arthur,” Merlin said, joining Alistair in trying to get Arthur up from the table and toward the bed. It was a losing battle for Arthur.
“We'll still dressed,” Arthur pointed out, regretting saying that as the next thing he knew Merlin's eyes flashed gold and they were naked. “Merlin!”
“Now we;re not dressed,” was Merlin's reply.
Arthur got up form the bed and immediately found himself pressed up against Merlin, Alistair wrapping his way around their waists. Luckily after so many years of being tied up with a sentient rope they were bale to manoeuvre carefully away form the table without damaging anything vital.
Once they were on the bed, Arthur found himself on top. Alistair carefully secured Merlin's wrists to the bed and then loosely wrapped himself around their waists. Arthur kissed Merlin's bound writs and then proceeded to kiss his mouth. There was something very satisfying about making Merlin groan whilst he felt his hardness pressed up against him.
Arthur continued to torture Merlin by kissing his chest and sucking each nipple in turn. Had he wanted to Merlin could easily have freed himself but it was clear he was enjoying the sensations that Arthur's mouth was giving him. He writhed a little under him and Arthur knew exactly how his actions were affecting his lover.
After awhile Arthur moved to reach for the small bottle of oil they kept near the bed. Fortunately Alistair was loose enough for him to pick it up without any trouble. Merlin clearly knew exactly what he was doing as his gaze was on Arthur the whole time.
As Arthur carefully opened Merlin with his fingers he could feel the roughness of Alistair on his back, the rope moving back and forth slightly over his skin. It wasn't enough to entirely distract Arthur from his task, however and soon Merlin was ready.
As he entered Merlin Arthur could feel the rope tightening around them. Merlin;s legs were around him but it was the feeling of being bound up together that Arthur really felt. There was no way for them to be physically closer. He moved in Merlin, in and out slowly and carefully, his movements slightly restricted by Alistair around them. It meant he was forced to push deep into Merlin, who was still restrained at the wrists.
Arthur leaned down and kissed him, feeling so completely and connected and loved he would never be able to put it into words. A few moments later he came with a cry and Alistair tightened around them so hard Arthur knew he would have a red mark there for a few hours. He didn't care though. Merlin's arms were now free but Alistair remained wrapped around them as they fell into a blissful sleep.
The next morning Arthur assembled the court who seemed very confused as to what was going on. Some looked annoyed at being summoned and Arthur admitted he was pleased to note that Lord Ragnall was looking less smug. Merlin, of course, was his usual late self. He'd been tasked with bringing Alistair to the council chamber ad was obviously taking his time.
“You are wondering why I've called you here today,” Arthur began.
Murmurs of agreement were uttered.
“Today I am going to knight one of my loyalist subjects,” Arthur announced. “He's been a good friend and he's helped me out many times in the past. He deserves recognition for his acts.”
The doors flung open and Merlin entered. “Sorry I'm late,” he said.
“Sire, you're not knighting your court sorcerer?” Lord Ragnll asked.
“Of course not,” Arthur said. “Merlin doesn't need the title. Although he does know the person in question.”
Everyone murmured in surprise, clearly wondering who Arthur meant.
“Alistair!” Merlin called.
On cue the rope slithered into the council chamber before curling himself up at Arthur's feet, just his 'head' poking out.
“A rope?!” Lord Ragnall spluttered.
“An enchanted rope who has saved my life,” Arthur corrected. “Alistair here has been sentient for years.”
The murmuring grew to confused whispers.
“This magical rope has performed his duty many times,” Arthur said solemnly so it is with great pleasure I accord you,” he said addressing Alistair, “the honour of knighthood.”
Arthur picked up his sword and stood in front of the rope. “I name thee Sir Alistair, knight of Camelot and Equerry to the King's bedchamber”
Alistair flinched slightly as Arthur touched him with the tip of the sword but he remained uninjured. “Arise, Sir Alistair.”
Alistair rose up proudly.
Merlin was smiling. The rest of the court was in shock, Lord Ragnall seemed to have fainted. After a while though Sir Leon began to clap and the rest of them gradually joined in. Arthur smiled and didn't mind at all when Alistair coiled round him for a hug.
Later than evening the King, his court sorcerer and Sir Alistair retired to the kings bedchamber where the new equerry once more proved his worth.