Triad - part 3
Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: Triad
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine
Summary: Arthur watched Merlin closely, especially when he was with Gwaine. Those two often got into trouble, but it was their relationship that drove Arthur mad. Arthur couldn’t have that, could he?
Warnings: a bit of dub-con kissing
Word Count: 835
Camelot_drabble prompt 542: Confront
Author’s notes: I had to look up polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple romantic (and typically sexual) relationships, with the consent of all the people involved.
This was broken up into 3 parts because of length.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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It was like fire and ice, lightning strikes, the warmth of a home’s hearth and joy all wrapped up in one fierce, astonishing moment. He had thought to count backwards from ten, but that clearly went right out of his head the moment Merlin kissed back.
Arthur never wanted to stop, never wanted to think about what would happen when it was done. All he could do was ride the feeling of completion and love and wonder just how to find a way to do it all over again.
It seemed to go on and on, warmth wrapped around him, two hard bodies against his, the touch of a mouth against his neck and too many hands searching for skin.
When Merlin finally pulled away, Gwaine was plastered to Arthur’s back, but he reached over and pulled Merlin to him, giving him a thorough kiss, Gwaine’s stubble scrapping across Arthur’s cheek.
It was startling, it was new, it was exciting as hell.
When Gwaine finally stepped back, releasing them both, Arthur didn’t know what to do. He was hard, wanting to take them both to bed, to watch Merlin crying out in ecstasy, to see Gwaine’s hands pulling on Merlin’s cock while Arthur fucked Gwaine raw.
It was everything, it was nothing. Arthur grew shy, not knowing how to ask, not able to tell if it was just Gwaine being an arse or really wanting both of them. Or Merlin wanting Arthur enough to get past all Arthur’s barriers.
But he didn’t say anything, just let Gwaine pull him toward the bed, let Gwaine take off Arthur’s tunic and Merlin softly touching all the skin revealed. He didn’t object when Merlin kissed him again and Gwaine found a way to strip Merlin naked -how he got Merlin’s boots off seemed almost like magic, and there were more kisses and tongues and pleasure building. Gwaine taking Arthur in his mouth, and Merlin’s teeth worrying Arthur’s chest, his long fingers circling around and into Arthur’s entrance, oil and growing brilliance as Merlin found that secret spot deep inside.
Arthur had long since stopped thinking, just shared touches and joy and a sharp rising ecstasy that seemed to last an eternity as Merlin fucked him with fingers and frenzy and Gwaine used his talented mouth to bring him off.
When he could think again, Gwaine was fucking Merlin, Gwaine’s eyes closed as he pounded into him, but Merlin was watching Arthur, the longing, the rapture of it shining in his eyes. Arthur kissed him then, swallowing Merlin’s shouts of joy as he rose to ecstasy.
And then it was done. Oil and the remnants of pleasure smeared across their skin and Gwaine lay back, smug and satisfied, not even bothering to cover up. Merlin was half-awake, still riding the last of his pleasure, and Arthur watched him with satisfied eyes, pulling the sheet over them both.
The man got cold easily, Arthur told himself, not wanting to think of the tenderness he felt toward Merlin and the longing, too.
But then Gwaine could never let well enough alone. “So, this a one-time thing or no? I’d like it to be the three of us. Merlin loves you and he loves me and I can see you want him even now. And me, I think I could love you, too, when you aren’t being such an arse. Are you going to be?”
Merlin moaned, “Gwaine, for… can you at least wait until my brain starts working again? Maybe Arthur doesn’t want this. He can have anyone, with that oh-so-commanding voice, his hair gleaming in the sun, those broad shoulders and that mouth. Shit, am I saying things I shouldn’t?” With that, he pulled the sheet over his head, trying to hide from them both.
Shaking his head, yanking the sheet back down again, Arthur said, “I won’t admit that Gwaine was right because when is he ever? But… I can’t just have multiple lovers trapsing in and out of my chambers. What would the court say?”
“That you are getting some and about time, too,” Gwaine replied. “Look, princess, it’s up to you and me and Merlin, no one else. Yeah, me and Merlin could go back to the way we were. But I think with the three of us, it could be amazing.”
Arthur wanted to say yes. He’d never felt anything like that before and he wanted it again and again. “I don’t… Merlin?”
“I know I’m just a servant and my opinion doesn’t matter much, although Gwaine thinks I’m a fool for thinking that, but I’d like to try at least. Gwaine is a generous lover and a good person. I think you’ll find that beneath his ridiculousness, beats a heart as true as any you’ve met. And I… won’t leave you. I said I’d be your servant until the day I die and I mean it. No matter what your decision.”
When Arthur didn’t say thing, still processing what had happened, Merlin gave a sigh and sunk back down into the pillows. “But mostly I just want to sleep in this bed.”
Arthur couldn’t blame him. It was a pretty great bed.
“This thing is big enough for a whole army.” Gwaine nodded, then patted the coverlet. “So what do you say, princess? Me beating you up on the training field every day or messing with your sheets instead?”
With Merlin’s eyes filled with worry and Gwaine’s with hunger, still Arthur almost said no. He had a reputation to uphold and a kingdom to run but then he thought of Merlin’s crying out his name and Gwaine offering up his own heart, what could he say but yes.
“You beating me on the field will never happen,” Arthur said, trying not to smile. “But I suppose the horror of messy sheets could be endured. For Gwaine’s sake.”
Merlin’s smile was brilliant, and he leaned over, giving Arthur a fast kiss.
And before Arthur could mumble about training and sheets, they were tangled up again, chasing pleasure and each other.
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There were challenges in life that led to despair, that led to horrors and joy and the making of kingdoms. But for Arthur, the day Gwaine dared him to kiss Merlin was the best challenge of all.
archaeologist_d
Title: Triad
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine
Summary: Arthur watched Merlin closely, especially when he was with Gwaine. Those two often got into trouble, but it was their relationship that drove Arthur mad. Arthur couldn’t have that, could he?
Warnings: a bit of dub-con kissing
Word Count: 835
Camelot_drabble prompt 542: Confront
Author’s notes: I had to look up polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple romantic (and typically sexual) relationships, with the consent of all the people involved.
This was broken up into 3 parts because of length.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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It was like fire and ice, lightning strikes, the warmth of a home’s hearth and joy all wrapped up in one fierce, astonishing moment. He had thought to count backwards from ten, but that clearly went right out of his head the moment Merlin kissed back.
Arthur never wanted to stop, never wanted to think about what would happen when it was done. All he could do was ride the feeling of completion and love and wonder just how to find a way to do it all over again.
It seemed to go on and on, warmth wrapped around him, two hard bodies against his, the touch of a mouth against his neck and too many hands searching for skin.
When Merlin finally pulled away, Gwaine was plastered to Arthur’s back, but he reached over and pulled Merlin to him, giving him a thorough kiss, Gwaine’s stubble scrapping across Arthur’s cheek.
It was startling, it was new, it was exciting as hell.
When Gwaine finally stepped back, releasing them both, Arthur didn’t know what to do. He was hard, wanting to take them both to bed, to watch Merlin crying out in ecstasy, to see Gwaine’s hands pulling on Merlin’s cock while Arthur fucked Gwaine raw.
It was everything, it was nothing. Arthur grew shy, not knowing how to ask, not able to tell if it was just Gwaine being an arse or really wanting both of them. Or Merlin wanting Arthur enough to get past all Arthur’s barriers.
But he didn’t say anything, just let Gwaine pull him toward the bed, let Gwaine take off Arthur’s tunic and Merlin softly touching all the skin revealed. He didn’t object when Merlin kissed him again and Gwaine found a way to strip Merlin naked -how he got Merlin’s boots off seemed almost like magic, and there were more kisses and tongues and pleasure building. Gwaine taking Arthur in his mouth, and Merlin’s teeth worrying Arthur’s chest, his long fingers circling around and into Arthur’s entrance, oil and growing brilliance as Merlin found that secret spot deep inside.
Arthur had long since stopped thinking, just shared touches and joy and a sharp rising ecstasy that seemed to last an eternity as Merlin fucked him with fingers and frenzy and Gwaine used his talented mouth to bring him off.
When he could think again, Gwaine was fucking Merlin, Gwaine’s eyes closed as he pounded into him, but Merlin was watching Arthur, the longing, the rapture of it shining in his eyes. Arthur kissed him then, swallowing Merlin’s shouts of joy as he rose to ecstasy.
And then it was done. Oil and the remnants of pleasure smeared across their skin and Gwaine lay back, smug and satisfied, not even bothering to cover up. Merlin was half-awake, still riding the last of his pleasure, and Arthur watched him with satisfied eyes, pulling the sheet over them both.
The man got cold easily, Arthur told himself, not wanting to think of the tenderness he felt toward Merlin and the longing, too.
But then Gwaine could never let well enough alone. “So, this a one-time thing or no? I’d like it to be the three of us. Merlin loves you and he loves me and I can see you want him even now. And me, I think I could love you, too, when you aren’t being such an arse. Are you going to be?”
Merlin moaned, “Gwaine, for… can you at least wait until my brain starts working again? Maybe Arthur doesn’t want this. He can have anyone, with that oh-so-commanding voice, his hair gleaming in the sun, those broad shoulders and that mouth. Shit, am I saying things I shouldn’t?” With that, he pulled the sheet over his head, trying to hide from them both.
Shaking his head, yanking the sheet back down again, Arthur said, “I won’t admit that Gwaine was right because when is he ever? But… I can’t just have multiple lovers trapsing in and out of my chambers. What would the court say?”
“That you are getting some and about time, too,” Gwaine replied. “Look, princess, it’s up to you and me and Merlin, no one else. Yeah, me and Merlin could go back to the way we were. But I think with the three of us, it could be amazing.”
Arthur wanted to say yes. He’d never felt anything like that before and he wanted it again and again. “I don’t… Merlin?”
“I know I’m just a servant and my opinion doesn’t matter much, although Gwaine thinks I’m a fool for thinking that, but I’d like to try at least. Gwaine is a generous lover and a good person. I think you’ll find that beneath his ridiculousness, beats a heart as true as any you’ve met. And I… won’t leave you. I said I’d be your servant until the day I die and I mean it. No matter what your decision.”
When Arthur didn’t say thing, still processing what had happened, Merlin gave a sigh and sunk back down into the pillows. “But mostly I just want to sleep in this bed.”
Arthur couldn’t blame him. It was a pretty great bed.
“This thing is big enough for a whole army.” Gwaine nodded, then patted the coverlet. “So what do you say, princess? Me beating you up on the training field every day or messing with your sheets instead?”
With Merlin’s eyes filled with worry and Gwaine’s with hunger, still Arthur almost said no. He had a reputation to uphold and a kingdom to run but then he thought of Merlin’s crying out his name and Gwaine offering up his own heart, what could he say but yes.
“You beating me on the field will never happen,” Arthur said, trying not to smile. “But I suppose the horror of messy sheets could be endured. For Gwaine’s sake.”
Merlin’s smile was brilliant, and he leaned over, giving Arthur a fast kiss.
And before Arthur could mumble about training and sheets, they were tangled up again, chasing pleasure and each other.
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There were challenges in life that led to despair, that led to horrors and joy and the making of kingdoms. But for Arthur, the day Gwaine dared him to kiss Merlin was the best challenge of all.