Don’t Stand on Ceremony
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Don’t Stand on Ceremony
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Morgana/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Gwaine
Summary: Planning a wedding is one thing. Trying to placate an irate Morgana while Merlin using his mouth for more pleasant things is something else again.
Word Count:1045
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 462: Ceremony
Author's Notes: unbetaed; companion piece to Morgana to the Rescue
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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“Mayday, mayday,” Morgana’s voice shrieked in Arthur’s ear. It was fucking 1:30 in the fucking morning and Morgana’s voice was the last thing Arthur expected to hear. Beside him, Merlin muttered something and turned over, the line of his naked skin soft in the moonlight. Normally, if Merlin had been awake, Arthur would reach over and draw his hand down Merlin’s flank and into the soft warmth of his arse and wake him up for a second round, but the sod was snoring a little and Arthur let him sleep.
Besides, Morgana had been yelling the whole time. In his ear. Which had begun to hurt.
Getting up, putting on a robe, he padded into the lounge. “Okay, what has dear old Dad done now?”
“I’ve made a huge mistake agreeing to do this. I can’t take it any more,” Morgana yelled out.
Well, there was something wrong then. Morgana never admitted to making a mistake. It wasn’t in her DNA, it certainly wasn’t how she had been raised. Uther Pendragon had constantly reminded her and Arthur both that it was best never to back down, never to admit to anything, and somehow it would all work out. It usually did, especially for Morgana.
“Okay, has Gwaine bollocked up the wedding? Because if he has, I’ll have to have a word with him,” Arthur said. Of course, he wouldn’t, not really. He figured by the time he got there, Gwaine’s entrails would be all over the flat, and Arthur would just have to help Morgana clean up the blood.
“It’s Father. I swear I’m going to kill him.” Morgana roared. “He’s hired a castle for the wedding. A fucking castle. And an orchestra. And changed my wedding dress order and the bridesmaids are now all in Pendragon red. The wanker.”
Arthur knew better than to laugh. “Well, he did want to do that for our wedding, well except for the dresses-although now I think about it, he did mention them.” Ignoring the idea that Merlin would look good in silk, something flowing, maybe a dress that Arthur could shove up over Merlin’s hips and have his wicked way with him, Arthur cleared his throat, then said, “Just tell him no.”
“I tried. He’s put his foot down and gave me the look. You know, the one.” Morgana was getting upset again.
“Yeah, but when he pulled that on me with Merlin, I just ignored him.” Just then, Merlin padded into the room, starkers, a scattering of love bites on his neck visible in the moonlight. Putting his hand over the phone, he told Merlin, “It’s Morgana. She’s in crisis mode.”
Merlin just nodded, then sat down next to Arthur, nuzzling into his neck. It felt damn good.
“I don’t know what to do,” Morgana whined.
Morgana never whined so this was serious after all. “What does Gwaine say?”
“He wants to elope.” Morgana laughed, sounding like she couldn’t believe she just said that.
“Do you?” Arthur said, leaning into Merlin. His tongue was doing something magical right around Arthur’s right nipple and Morgana’s voice faded for a moment.
“Are you listening to me?” Morgana sounded miffed. “Is Merlin there, sucking your brains out through your dick?”
“No?” But that sounded like an excellent idea. Grabbing Merlin’s hair, tugging a little, he pulled Merlin back up and then nodded toward his growing erection. Merlin got the hint.
It was hard not to grunt when Merlin’s mouth was hot and busy with Arthur’s cockhead. But Arthur was a Pendragon after all. He could multi-task. Maybe. “Well, if Gwaine… umm wants to… oh… elope, then you should… oh… do what you… shit… want.”
“Pay attention or I swear I’ll come over there and tear your bollocks off and feed them to the fishes.” Morgana could do it, too.
Arthur reached down and stopped Merlin, pulling him back up, then curling his fist around Merlin’s hard cock. Merlin smiled, giving Arthur a hot wanton look as he leaned back against the sofa and spread his legs wide. Inviting exploration. His hand was busy, too, brushing up against the soft inside of Arthur’s thigh. The man was bloody brilliant.
It was all Arthur could do to say, “Look, Morgs, if you want to elope, I’ll back you up, okay.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?” Morgana said, sounding surprised.
“You pulled off the wedding of a lifetime for me and Merlin. It’s the least I could do.” As he was speaking, he was swiping his thumb over Merlin’s cock, smearing the liquid there, watching Merlin beginning to bliss out. He wanted to shove his fingers into Merlin’s still lubricated hole, too, but he had to hold onto the phone for just a little longer. “Just let me know when you want an after party because I know you want to. And I’ll throw the party of a lifetime for you, okay?”
“You may be a prat and annoying as hell but thanks, Arthur. I’ll hold you to it.” Even through the phone, he could hear Morgana smiling. “Thanks, Arthur, I owe you one. You two just be ready by 8AM and we’re all off to the register office.”
That woke Arthur. “Wait, what?” He pushed Merlin away and sat up. “What?”
“We need witnesses, you dolt. And who better than my brother and the love of his life?” Morgana said something else, muffled, then, “Gwaine says thanks and we’ll owe you one.”
“But….” Arthur started to say but Morgana had already hung up.
Merlin was looking at Arthur with questions in his eyes.
“Apparently, we are going to be witnesses to my sister’s elopement. At eight fucking o’clock in the morning.” Arthur still couldn’t believe that he’d agreed to it. Shit.
Merlin just smiled. “Well, then, it looks like we have a few hours to kill. How about I use my tongue to advantage and you shove that lovely cock of yours up my arse and do a bit of exploring?” He leaned in, nipping at Arthur’s ear, his hand curling behind the softness of Arthur’s bollocks.
It was an excellent idea.
And if they were a little late because they were too busy fucking each other all over the flat, well, it’s not like it was their wedding.
Title: Don’t Stand on Ceremony
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Morgana/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Gwaine
Summary: Planning a wedding is one thing. Trying to placate an irate Morgana while Merlin using his mouth for more pleasant things is something else again.
Word Count:1045
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 462: Ceremony
Author's Notes: unbetaed; companion piece to Morgana to the Rescue
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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“Mayday, mayday,” Morgana’s voice shrieked in Arthur’s ear. It was fucking 1:30 in the fucking morning and Morgana’s voice was the last thing Arthur expected to hear. Beside him, Merlin muttered something and turned over, the line of his naked skin soft in the moonlight. Normally, if Merlin had been awake, Arthur would reach over and draw his hand down Merlin’s flank and into the soft warmth of his arse and wake him up for a second round, but the sod was snoring a little and Arthur let him sleep.
Besides, Morgana had been yelling the whole time. In his ear. Which had begun to hurt.
Getting up, putting on a robe, he padded into the lounge. “Okay, what has dear old Dad done now?”
“I’ve made a huge mistake agreeing to do this. I can’t take it any more,” Morgana yelled out.
Well, there was something wrong then. Morgana never admitted to making a mistake. It wasn’t in her DNA, it certainly wasn’t how she had been raised. Uther Pendragon had constantly reminded her and Arthur both that it was best never to back down, never to admit to anything, and somehow it would all work out. It usually did, especially for Morgana.
“Okay, has Gwaine bollocked up the wedding? Because if he has, I’ll have to have a word with him,” Arthur said. Of course, he wouldn’t, not really. He figured by the time he got there, Gwaine’s entrails would be all over the flat, and Arthur would just have to help Morgana clean up the blood.
“It’s Father. I swear I’m going to kill him.” Morgana roared. “He’s hired a castle for the wedding. A fucking castle. And an orchestra. And changed my wedding dress order and the bridesmaids are now all in Pendragon red. The wanker.”
Arthur knew better than to laugh. “Well, he did want to do that for our wedding, well except for the dresses-although now I think about it, he did mention them.” Ignoring the idea that Merlin would look good in silk, something flowing, maybe a dress that Arthur could shove up over Merlin’s hips and have his wicked way with him, Arthur cleared his throat, then said, “Just tell him no.”
“I tried. He’s put his foot down and gave me the look. You know, the one.” Morgana was getting upset again.
“Yeah, but when he pulled that on me with Merlin, I just ignored him.” Just then, Merlin padded into the room, starkers, a scattering of love bites on his neck visible in the moonlight. Putting his hand over the phone, he told Merlin, “It’s Morgana. She’s in crisis mode.”
Merlin just nodded, then sat down next to Arthur, nuzzling into his neck. It felt damn good.
“I don’t know what to do,” Morgana whined.
Morgana never whined so this was serious after all. “What does Gwaine say?”
“He wants to elope.” Morgana laughed, sounding like she couldn’t believe she just said that.
“Do you?” Arthur said, leaning into Merlin. His tongue was doing something magical right around Arthur’s right nipple and Morgana’s voice faded for a moment.
“Are you listening to me?” Morgana sounded miffed. “Is Merlin there, sucking your brains out through your dick?”
“No?” But that sounded like an excellent idea. Grabbing Merlin’s hair, tugging a little, he pulled Merlin back up and then nodded toward his growing erection. Merlin got the hint.
It was hard not to grunt when Merlin’s mouth was hot and busy with Arthur’s cockhead. But Arthur was a Pendragon after all. He could multi-task. Maybe. “Well, if Gwaine… umm wants to… oh… elope, then you should… oh… do what you… shit… want.”
“Pay attention or I swear I’ll come over there and tear your bollocks off and feed them to the fishes.” Morgana could do it, too.
Arthur reached down and stopped Merlin, pulling him back up, then curling his fist around Merlin’s hard cock. Merlin smiled, giving Arthur a hot wanton look as he leaned back against the sofa and spread his legs wide. Inviting exploration. His hand was busy, too, brushing up against the soft inside of Arthur’s thigh. The man was bloody brilliant.
It was all Arthur could do to say, “Look, Morgs, if you want to elope, I’ll back you up, okay.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?” Morgana said, sounding surprised.
“You pulled off the wedding of a lifetime for me and Merlin. It’s the least I could do.” As he was speaking, he was swiping his thumb over Merlin’s cock, smearing the liquid there, watching Merlin beginning to bliss out. He wanted to shove his fingers into Merlin’s still lubricated hole, too, but he had to hold onto the phone for just a little longer. “Just let me know when you want an after party because I know you want to. And I’ll throw the party of a lifetime for you, okay?”
“You may be a prat and annoying as hell but thanks, Arthur. I’ll hold you to it.” Even through the phone, he could hear Morgana smiling. “Thanks, Arthur, I owe you one. You two just be ready by 8AM and we’re all off to the register office.”
That woke Arthur. “Wait, what?” He pushed Merlin away and sat up. “What?”
“We need witnesses, you dolt. And who better than my brother and the love of his life?” Morgana said something else, muffled, then, “Gwaine says thanks and we’ll owe you one.”
“But….” Arthur started to say but Morgana had already hung up.
Merlin was looking at Arthur with questions in his eyes.
“Apparently, we are going to be witnesses to my sister’s elopement. At eight fucking o’clock in the morning.” Arthur still couldn’t believe that he’d agreed to it. Shit.
Merlin just smiled. “Well, then, it looks like we have a few hours to kill. How about I use my tongue to advantage and you shove that lovely cock of yours up my arse and do a bit of exploring?” He leaned in, nipping at Arthur’s ear, his hand curling behind the softness of Arthur’s bollocks.
It was an excellent idea.
And if they were a little late because they were too busy fucking each other all over the flat, well, it’s not like it was their wedding.