The Taste of Honey part 3a
Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: The Taste of Honey - 3a
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Gwaine/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Gwaine, Arthur
Summary:. Gwaine was never going to let things go.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 940
Camelot_drabble prompt 551: Paint
Author’s notes: It ended up being 3 parts
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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Merlin running after Arthur, fussing about what Gwaine had done, cleaning the prat’s face in front of the other knights, should have made Gwaine a bit green-eyed but seeing Arthur’s face, flushed and a little scared as he pushed Merlin away, just made it all worthwhile.
Gwaine had wanted to push Arthur’s buttons. The arse was just too full of himself, especially when it came to dealing with Merlin.
But watching Arthur grouse about all the fuss and listing a bunch of chores that Merlin had to finish -right now!- just cemented what Gwaine had suspected all along.
Arthur had a thing for Merlin but he wasn’t willing to act on it.
Now Gwaine could flutter about, holding Merlin to him, acting all jealous and shit, keeping him away from Princess Prat but he’d learned long ago that to love someone was to want the best for them.
Besides, Merlin had a heart as big as all outdoors. Merlin could love Arthur -and denying it was ridiculous when anyone with eyes could see the truth- and he could love Gwaine, too.
And Arthur was pretty fit. Gwaine had to admit that he’d had a wank or two with Arthur in the starring role, and the prat’s mouth, reddened by their fight, would look good wrapped around Gwaine’s cock. Especially if Arthur was being pounded from behind by Merlin.
A threesome was sounding better and better.
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It took a few days. Admittedly, Arthur had done a job on Gwaine’s chest, bruises painted across his skin in yellows and purples and greens, but Gwaine didn’t think Arthur was holding out much better from the way he moved.
Merlin just scowled at them both, but he was gentle with the salves even if his grumbling were like daggers of annoyance. But as the bruises faded and Arthur stopped trying to beat the shit out of Gwaine during training, Gwaine figured it was time to put things into play.
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When Gwaine stepped into Arthur’s chambers and locked the door, it was the perfect tableau. Merlin was standing next to Arthur, handing him a goblet of wine, and turning to poke at the fire. Arthur was saying something, probably insulting him from the look on Merlin’s face.
But as they both turned toward Gwaine, Arthur sputtered, “What are you-?”
Gwaine brushed aside the scowl Arthur sent him, and started walking toward the pair, loosening his tunic as he did. “Rule number one. You don’t have to admit any feelings in this. It would be nice if you did, but it’s not a requirement.”
Shaking his head, Merlin snapped, “Shit, Gwaine, we talked about this. I don’t-.”
“Rule number two. There will be pleasure. If one or more of us still isn’t completely satisfied, then we keep doing it until none of us can move.” Gwaine grinned, winking at Merlin, and enjoying the way Arthur started to catch on, the flush on his face and the furtive glance he sent Merlin. “It’s supposed to be fun. You can do fun, right, Princess?”
“Gwaine, this is completely inappropriate. If you keep it up, I swear I will put you in the stocks for a month.” Arthur said, glaring at Gwaine. He put the goblet aside, drawing himself up, puffing out his chest like he was some raging royal but Gwaine was having none of it.
Instead, Gwaine’s grin grew wider, and he shrugged out of his tunic, tossing it aside. “Oh, kinky. We’ll save that one for later.” Arthur’s face was full red, now, his mouth open, and while he looked like he was trying to be threatening, his eyes kept wandering to Gwaine’s chest. “Rule three, what happens in this room stays in this room.”
Merlin was still standing there, statue-still, but Arthur stomped over to Gwaine and laying a hand flat on Gwaine’s chest, pushed him a little. “The only thing staying in this room is me because you are leaving, Gwaine. And by the looks of him, Merlin would like a word with you.”
Gwaine didn’t move, just stood there as Arthur pushed a little more, then he must have realised what he was doing, because he grabbed onto Gwaine’s arm and started dragging him toward the door.
“Ummm, I love me some of Merlin’s words.” Gwaine’s eyebrows did a little ridiculous dance but he allowed Arthur to manhandle him, at least a little. “Fourth and final rule, falling in love is acceptable but punishing someone for it is not. Love is love, no matter what the form.”
“Oh, gods above, shut the hell up, Gwaine,” Merlin begged, wringing his hands as he watched them both. “Arthur isn’t interested.”
Gwaine glanced over at Merlin, then back at Arthur who was decidedly not looking at Merlin. “I think he is but if I am mistaken, it won’t be the first time.”
With that, he grabbed onto Arthur’s arms, then twisted him around so that Arthur was hard against the door and gave him a kiss, one with tongue and passion and a bit of a dare, too.
Finally, Merlin pulling at him, Gwaine let Arthur go. They were still chest to chest, Arthur staring down at Gwaine’s mouth as if he couldn’t believe what Gwaine had just done, and as Gwaine grinned at him, he said, “Up for a challenge, Princess? Because I bet you can’t give as good as you got, now can you?”
“I am not a coward, you arse,” Arthur growled out.
But when Gwaine just looked at him as if in disbelief, Arthur grabbed onto Gwaine’s face and kissed him back.
It was a declaration of war.
archaeologist_d
Title: The Taste of Honey - 3a
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Gwaine/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Gwaine, Arthur
Summary:. Gwaine was never going to let things go.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 940
Camelot_drabble prompt 551: Paint
Author’s notes: It ended up being 3 parts
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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Merlin running after Arthur, fussing about what Gwaine had done, cleaning the prat’s face in front of the other knights, should have made Gwaine a bit green-eyed but seeing Arthur’s face, flushed and a little scared as he pushed Merlin away, just made it all worthwhile.
Gwaine had wanted to push Arthur’s buttons. The arse was just too full of himself, especially when it came to dealing with Merlin.
But watching Arthur grouse about all the fuss and listing a bunch of chores that Merlin had to finish -right now!- just cemented what Gwaine had suspected all along.
Arthur had a thing for Merlin but he wasn’t willing to act on it.
Now Gwaine could flutter about, holding Merlin to him, acting all jealous and shit, keeping him away from Princess Prat but he’d learned long ago that to love someone was to want the best for them.
Besides, Merlin had a heart as big as all outdoors. Merlin could love Arthur -and denying it was ridiculous when anyone with eyes could see the truth- and he could love Gwaine, too.
And Arthur was pretty fit. Gwaine had to admit that he’d had a wank or two with Arthur in the starring role, and the prat’s mouth, reddened by their fight, would look good wrapped around Gwaine’s cock. Especially if Arthur was being pounded from behind by Merlin.
A threesome was sounding better and better.
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It took a few days. Admittedly, Arthur had done a job on Gwaine’s chest, bruises painted across his skin in yellows and purples and greens, but Gwaine didn’t think Arthur was holding out much better from the way he moved.
Merlin just scowled at them both, but he was gentle with the salves even if his grumbling were like daggers of annoyance. But as the bruises faded and Arthur stopped trying to beat the shit out of Gwaine during training, Gwaine figured it was time to put things into play.
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When Gwaine stepped into Arthur’s chambers and locked the door, it was the perfect tableau. Merlin was standing next to Arthur, handing him a goblet of wine, and turning to poke at the fire. Arthur was saying something, probably insulting him from the look on Merlin’s face.
But as they both turned toward Gwaine, Arthur sputtered, “What are you-?”
Gwaine brushed aside the scowl Arthur sent him, and started walking toward the pair, loosening his tunic as he did. “Rule number one. You don’t have to admit any feelings in this. It would be nice if you did, but it’s not a requirement.”
Shaking his head, Merlin snapped, “Shit, Gwaine, we talked about this. I don’t-.”
“Rule number two. There will be pleasure. If one or more of us still isn’t completely satisfied, then we keep doing it until none of us can move.” Gwaine grinned, winking at Merlin, and enjoying the way Arthur started to catch on, the flush on his face and the furtive glance he sent Merlin. “It’s supposed to be fun. You can do fun, right, Princess?”
“Gwaine, this is completely inappropriate. If you keep it up, I swear I will put you in the stocks for a month.” Arthur said, glaring at Gwaine. He put the goblet aside, drawing himself up, puffing out his chest like he was some raging royal but Gwaine was having none of it.
Instead, Gwaine’s grin grew wider, and he shrugged out of his tunic, tossing it aside. “Oh, kinky. We’ll save that one for later.” Arthur’s face was full red, now, his mouth open, and while he looked like he was trying to be threatening, his eyes kept wandering to Gwaine’s chest. “Rule three, what happens in this room stays in this room.”
Merlin was still standing there, statue-still, but Arthur stomped over to Gwaine and laying a hand flat on Gwaine’s chest, pushed him a little. “The only thing staying in this room is me because you are leaving, Gwaine. And by the looks of him, Merlin would like a word with you.”
Gwaine didn’t move, just stood there as Arthur pushed a little more, then he must have realised what he was doing, because he grabbed onto Gwaine’s arm and started dragging him toward the door.
“Ummm, I love me some of Merlin’s words.” Gwaine’s eyebrows did a little ridiculous dance but he allowed Arthur to manhandle him, at least a little. “Fourth and final rule, falling in love is acceptable but punishing someone for it is not. Love is love, no matter what the form.”
“Oh, gods above, shut the hell up, Gwaine,” Merlin begged, wringing his hands as he watched them both. “Arthur isn’t interested.”
Gwaine glanced over at Merlin, then back at Arthur who was decidedly not looking at Merlin. “I think he is but if I am mistaken, it won’t be the first time.”
With that, he grabbed onto Arthur’s arms, then twisted him around so that Arthur was hard against the door and gave him a kiss, one with tongue and passion and a bit of a dare, too.
Finally, Merlin pulling at him, Gwaine let Arthur go. They were still chest to chest, Arthur staring down at Gwaine’s mouth as if he couldn’t believe what Gwaine had just done, and as Gwaine grinned at him, he said, “Up for a challenge, Princess? Because I bet you can’t give as good as you got, now can you?”
“I am not a coward, you arse,” Arthur growled out.
But when Gwaine just looked at him as if in disbelief, Arthur grabbed onto Gwaine’s face and kissed him back.
It was a declaration of war.