BLATANT PITY REQUEST
HAVE NOT BEEN WELL IN SEVEN WEEKS, AND FEELING MUCH LIKE I'M GIVING BIRTH THROUGH MY BRAIN.
I MISS ALL YOU GUYS AND I'M SO HAPPY NEW COMMERS ARE STARTING TO SHOW THEIR CHEEKY LITTLE FRESH FACES. <3
SEND TEA/PORN/LOVE/BADLY DONE MANIPS, Y/Y?
I MISS ALL YOU GUYS AND I'M SO HAPPY NEW COMMERS ARE STARTING TO SHOW THEIR CHEEKY LITTLE FRESH FACES. <3
SEND TEA/PORN/LOVE/BADLY DONE MANIPS, Y/Y?
"UM." MERLIN SHUFFLED HIS FEET AND NOT-SO-DISCRETELY CLOSED HIS DOOR BEHIND HIM. "THAT WAS... A MOUSE."
IF MERLIN'S UNSURE TONE HADN'T BEEN ENOUGH TO MAKE ARTHUR SUSPICIOUS, THE SOUND OF SOMETHING VERY HEAVY FALLING IN HIS ROOM WOULD HAVE.
"...A VERY BIG MOUSE."
ARTHUR SETTLE A VERY STERN GLARE ON HIM, WHICH UNFORTUNATELY ONLY HAD MERLIN LOOKING THAT MUCH SHIFTIER.
"I SWEAR, IT'S LIKE THE SIZE OF A PIG."
"MERLIN, OPEN THE DOOR."
"ARE YOU SURE? IT'S QUITE THE MESS IN THERE, AND-"
"MERLIN."
MERLIN LOOKED AS THOUGH HE WAS HOLDING HIS BREATH WHEN HE RELUCTANTLY PUSHED THE DOOR OPEN ONCE MORE, AND ONCE IT WAS HALFWAY OPENED ARTHUR KNEW WHY.
"IS THAT-?"
"YOUR LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER!" MERLIN SAID, THROWING HIS ARMS UP AND SMILING UNCONVINCINGLY. "SURPRISE?"
"THAT IS NOT MY BROTHER, MERLIN." HE KNEW THIS BECAUSE HE DID NOT HAVE A BROTHER, AND IF HE DID HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE HEARD ABOUT IT. ALSO, HIS BROTHER WOULD LIKELY HAVE SOME TINY BIT OF DIGNITY AND NOT LURK AROUND SERVANT'S QUARTERS COMPLETELY NAKED, AND WOULD HAVE A BIT MORE SENSE THAN TO BE PLAYING WITH A CANDLE AND KNOCKING THINGS OVER, AS THIS MAN WAS DOING.
STILL, IT LOOKED A LOT LIKE HIM.
THE NOT-ARTHUR LOOKED UP AND GRINNED BROADLY, AS THOUGH THERE COULD BE NO HAPPIER OCCURRENCE THAN SEEING A DUPLICATE OF HIMSELF WHILE LOUNGING AROUND A FILTHY ROOM WITHOUT SO MUCH AS BREECHES ON. "HULLO," THE NOT-ARTHUR SAID.
"HELLO," ARTHUR RETURNED, CAUTIOUSLY. "MERLIN... IS THIS MAGIC?"
"YES, SIRE." MERLIN SOUNDED SORT OF DISAPPOINTED OR SOMETHING, BUT ARTHUR DIDN'T LOOK AT HIM; HE COULDN'T TEAR HIS GAZE AWAY FROM NOT-ARTHUR, WHO WAS STANDING AND DISPLAYING HIS ENTIRE NAKEDNESS IN ALL ITS GLORY.
HE WAS EVEN IN PROPORTION WHERE IT COUNTED WHEN ARTHUR HAD PRIVATE COMPANY. WELL.
"I SWEAR I DIDN'T-"
"NOW, NOW, MERLIN," ARTHUR SAID, STEPPING CLOSER TO NOT-ARTHUR. "I THINK WE CAN DEAL WITH THE SORCERER WHO DID THIS LATER."
"UM, ALL RIGHT."
"WHY DON'T YOU GO CLEAN MY ARMOR OR- OR SOMETHING?" ARTHUR SUGGESTED, STILL NOT LOOKING AWAY FROM HIS COPY.
MERLIN SAID NOTHING, BUT AFTER A MOMENT ARTHUR HEARD THE DOOR CLOSE, AND HE WAS SATISFIED WITH MERLIN'S UNUSUAL COMPLIANCE. "SO," HE SAID, GRINNING AT NOT-ARTHUR, "A SORCERER MADE YOU, EH?"
"YES, SIRE!" THE COPY SAID, A LITTLE OVERLY ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT. "A VERY BRILLIANT SORCERER!"
"AND MERLIN'S BEEN... TAKING CARE OF YOU?"
"EXCELLENT CARE, SIRE! MERLIN IS BRILLIANT, YOU KNOW."
"MERLIN IS AN IDIOT, ACTUALLY," ARTHUR SAID, BUT WITHOUT MUCH FEELING BEHIND IT; HE WAS TOO DISTRACTED BY HIS OWN NAKED CHEST REFLECTED BEFORE HIM. "HE SHOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU CLOTHES, AT LEAST."
"WE WERE HAVING SEX," THE NOT-ARTHUR SAID, COMPLETELY UNASHAMED. "MERLIN IS A BRILLIANT LOVER."
"YOU THINK A LOT OF HIM, DO YOU?" ARTHUR SAID, A LITTLE TENSE. "WAS HE MAKING YOU DO ANYTHING YOU DIDN'T WANT TO?" IT SEEMED, IN RETROSPECT, A LITTLE STRANGE TO WORRY ABOUT WHETHER THE CREATION OF SOME SORCERER LIKELY BENT ON DESTRUCTION - EITHER OF HIM OR HIS FATHER, OR OF ALL CAMELOT - WAS COMFORTABLE, BUT- WELL, IT WAS HIM. HE WAS ALWAYS CONCERNED WITH HIS OWN COMFORT.
"OH, NO, I ABSOLUTELY WANTED TO SUCK HIS COCK. HIS COCK IS BRILLIANT." NOT-ARTHUR GRINNED EVEN MORE BROADLY, HIS COCK PERKING UP AT THE MEMORY. NOT THAT ARTHUR NOTICED OR ANYTHING. "SHALL I SHOW YOU? I'M VERY GOOD AT IT."
DISTANTLY, ARTHUR HEARD ANOTHER THUMP OUTSIDE THE ROOM, BUT HE WASN'T VERY WORRIED ABOUT IT. "UM. WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT WOULD BE... ALL RIGHT." MORE LIKE BRILLIANT, BUT HE WAS PRETTY SURE NOT-ARTHUR WAS USING THAT WORD MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF THEM.
"OR YOU COULD FUCK ME," NOT-ARTHUR SUGGESTED, THOUGH HE WAS ALREADY KNEELING DOWN. "I THINK MERLIN WAS GOING TO GET TO THAT AFTER."
"WAS HE EVEN THINKING OF GETTING YOU OFF?" ARTHUR ASKED, EVEN AS HE TWINED HIS FINGERS INTO NOT-ARTHUR'S HAIR. "OR WAS HE BEING ALL SELFISH?"
"OH, OF COURSE, I GOT OFF A LOT. MERLIN'S BRILLIANT AT SUCKING COCK, SIRE."
ARTHUR VERY NEARLY SNORTED AT THAT, BECAUSE MERLIN REALLY WASN'T GOOD AT VERY MUCH, MUCH LESS BRILLIANT, BUT THEN NOT-ARTHUR LICKED AT THE HEAD OF HIS COCK AND ALL HE COULD SAY WAS "GULG."
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"NGGH," ARTHUR SAID, TRYING NOT TO THRUST, ALTHOUGH IT SEEMED AS THOUGH NOT-ARTHUR HAD NO LIMITS AT ALL. THE THOUGHT STRUCK HIM THAT IF THIS WAS WHAT THE COPY THOUGHT WAS "VERY GOOD," A BRILLIANT COCKSUCKER WOULD PROBABLY BE ENOUGH TO MAKE A LESSER MAN DIE OF PLEASURE, AND SO HE SHOULD PROBABLY SEE ABOUT THAT WITH MERLIN. HE DIDN'T WANT HIS KNIGHTS DYING FROM THE BEST ORGASMS OF THEIR LIVES IF THEY FOUND OUT, AFTER ALL. IT WAS CLEARLY IN CAMELOT'S BEST INTEREST-
NOT-ARTHUR HUMMED AROUND HIM, AND ARTHUR COULDN'T PICK UP THAT TRAIN OF THOUGHT AGAIN. HIS FINGERS TIGHTENED IN NOT-ARTHUR'S HAIR, AND THEN THE THOUGHT STRUCK HIM THAT HE HAD A FANTASTIC ASS AND WOULD REALLY LIKE TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO FUCK IT, BUT AS HE PULLED AWAY, NOT-ARTHUR ONCE AGAIN BEING VERY COMPLIANT AND LETTING GO, HE LOST CONTROL, COMING ALL OVER THE MIRROR IMAGE OF HIS OWN FACE.
HE WAS ABOUT TO APOLOGIZE, REALLY, BECAUSE ARTHUR WAS A GENTLEMAN, UNLIKE HIS SELFISH SERVANT WHO COULDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO SHARE THE BEST SEX EVER, BUT NOT ARTHUR'S TONGUE DARTED OUT TO CATCH SOME DRIPPING COME, AND ALL HE COULD DO WAS GROAN AND PULL THE COPY UP, BRINGING THEIR MOUTHS CRASHING TOGETHER.
"I WANTED TO FUCK YOU," HE MURMURED BREATHLESSLY AGAINST NOT-ARTHUR'S LIPS, A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED. ONLY A LITTLE, REALLY, BECAUSE NOT-ARTHUR WAS GREAT AT KISSING, TOO. MAYBE NOT AS GREAT AS HE WAS AT COCKSUCKING, BUT GREAT ALL THE SAME.
"I COULD FUCK YOU," NOT-ARTHUR SUGGESTED.
NOT-ARTHUR CLEARLY HAD NO SHAME, BUT THE IDEA WASN'T ENTIRELY UNAPPEALING. IN FACT, AFTER A MOMENT'S THOUGHT IT SEEMED LIKE A VERY GOOD IDEA INDEED. IF SOMEONE WAS TO FUCK ARTHUR, HE SHOULD REALLY FUCK HIMSELF, RIGHT? "YEAH, OKAY."
MERLIN HAD A LOT OF INTERESTING BITS AND BOBS AROUND HIS ROOM, ARTHUR DECIDED, WATCHING NOT-ARTHUR DIG THROUGH A PILE OF INTERESTINGLY-SHAPED (THAT IS, COCK-SHAPED) OBJECTS NEAR HIS BED. HE CAME UP WITH A VIAL OF OIL, THEN TURNED BACK TO ARTHUR. "YOU SHOULD PROBABLY LIE DOWN."
ARTHUR DID, AND HE HAD ONLY JUST MADE HIMSELF COMFORTABLE ON MERLIN'S NOT VERY COMFORTABLE BED WHEN HE FELT A COOL, SLICK FINGER PRESS AGAINST HIS ARSE. "OH FUCK."
"AND IT WILL BE VERY GOOD, I PROMISE," NOT-ARTHUR SAID, NO CHEEK IN HIS VOICE AT ALL, AND PRESSED THE FINGER IN. IT HURT, JUST A LITTLE, BUT ALMOST IMMEDIATELY ARTHUR FELT HIM PRESS SOMETHING IN HIM, SOME STRANGE, WONDERFUL SPOT THAT MADE HIS WHOLE BODY SHUDDER AND HIS COCK BEG FOR ANOTHER CHANCE. "HOW'S THAT?"
"BRILLIANT," ARTHUR SAID, PULLING HIS COPY DOWN FOR A DIRTY, WET KISS. THERE WAS ANOTHER FINGER BRUSHING AGAINST THAT SPOT, AND THEN ANOTHER, AND BY THE TIME ARTHUR FELT A FOURTH SLICKED AND TRYING TO GAIN ENTRANCE HIS COCK WAS FULLY HARD AGAIN. "NO MORE FINGERS, JUST FUCK ME."
"OF COURSE," NOT-ARTHUR SAID, COMPLIANT EVEN YET, AND ARTHUR ALMOST WONDERED IF HE WOULDN'T LIKE A LITTLE LESS COMPLIANCE, BUT THEN SOMETHING SLICK, SOMETHING MUCH BIGGER THAN FINGERS, WAS PRESSING AGAINST HIM. HE BENT HIS HEAD BACK, AND THEN THERE WERE LIPS AND TEETH AT HIS NECK, AND A SLOW, GENTLE THRUST.
"OH," ARTHUR SAID, AND HE MEANT TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE, BUT NOT-ARTHUR WAS PUSHING IN, SLOW, STEADY, AND UNBEARABLY HOT, TEETH SCRAPING AGAINST HIS ADAM'S APPLE; HIS VOICE WAS GONE, HIS BREATHING AND THE SLICK SOUND OF SKIN PUSHING AGAINST SKIN ALL THAT WAS LEFT IN THE ROOM.
SOON ENOUGH HE COULD FEEL NOT-ARTHUR'S BALLS AGAINST HIS ARSE, AND HE NOTICED THAT HIS LEGS WERE SPREAD AWKWARDLY, UNCOMFORTABLY, HIS HEELS ONLY BARELY ON THE BED AT ALL, SO HE WRAPPED THEM AROUND NOT-ARTHUR'S BACK AND SQUEEZED. THE COPY SEEMED TO TAKE THAT AS A SIGN, AND HE PRESSED IN AS DEEP AS HE COULD, THEN PULLED OUT AND SLAMMED BACK IN.
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"YOU'RE BRILLIANT," NOT-ARTHUR TOLD HIM, SWEATING AND PANTING ABOVE HIM, OCCASIONALLY SWOOPING IN FOR A KISS OR TO LICK ACROSS HIS CHEST.
"I'M BRILLIANT!" ARTHUR AGREED LOUDLY, MOANING AS HIS COPY WRAPPED A HAND AROUND HIS COCK, FIRST JUST KEEPING IT FROM BOBBING AGAINST HIS STOMACH, THEN STROKING, PULLING AND TWISTING AND DOING SOMETHING WITH HIS THUMB AGAINST THE HEAD, THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS JUST BRUSHING HIS BALLS ON THE DOWNSTROKE.
"YOU ARSE," NOT-ARTHUR SAID DESPERATELY, CHANGING THE ANGLE SLIGHTLY, WHICH MADE IT MORE- WELL.
"MY ARSE IS BRILLIANT," ARTHUR AGREED AGAIN, BECAUSE HE WAS PRETTY SURE THAT WAS WHAT NOT-ARTHUR WAS TRYING TO SAY, AND EVEN IF HE WASN'T IT WAS TRUE ANYWAY. TO DEMONSTRATE, HE SAT UP AS BEST HE COULD AND GRABBED TWO HANDFULS OF NOT-ARTHUR'S ASS, PULLING HIM IN. "MY COCK IS BRILLIANT."
ALL AT THE SAME MOMENT, NOT-ARTHUR'S COCK HIT THAT SPOT INSIDE HIM, HIS NAIL SCRAPED LIGHTLY UP THE LARGEST VEIN OF HIS OWN COCK, AND HIS TONGUE TRACED THE RIM OF ARTHUR'S EAR, AND THAT HAD TO BE THE END, BECAUSE ARTHUR JUST COULDN'T HANDLE MORE.
AND IF HE CALLED HIS OWN NAME WHEN HE CAME, WELL. IT WASN'T COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE, GIVEN THE SITUATION. JUST BECAUSE HE'D DONE IT BEFORE DIDN'T MAKE IT INAPPROPRIATE OR ANYTHING.
NOT-ARTHUR, FOR HIMSELF, CALLED "BRILL-I-ANT" WHEN HE CAME, SPILLING DEEP INSIDE ARTHUR'S ARSE.
AFTER THAT, ARTHUR COULDN'T HELP THE HEAT ON HIS CHEEKS, AND HE THOUGHT HE PROBABLY OUGHT TO GO AND DISCUSS THE MATTER OF MAGIC AND MAYBE NOT ALL OF IT BEING BAD AFTER ALL WITH MERLIN. NOT HIS FATHER, NOT YET, THOUGH THAT WOULD COME, BUT- HE REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO THINK OF COMING AND HIS FATHER AT THE SAME TIME.
CLEAN-UP WAS SLOW, BUT NOT-ARTHUR WAS VERY HELPFUL, EVEN IF USING HIS TONGUE INSTEAD OF ONE OF MERLIN'S DISCARDED NECKERCHIEFS WASN'T ALL THAT PRACTICAL. ARTHUR'S COCK MADE A VALIANT ATTEMPT TO RISE A THIRD TIME, LIKE A GOOD FIGHTER OUGHT TO, BUT ONLY MANAGED A HALF-HEARTED WAVE BEFORE ARTHUR PULLED UP HIS BREECHES.
AS IT TURNED OUT, MERLIN HADN'T GONE TO CLEAN ANYTHING. HE HADN'T GONE AT ALL.
"WHAT-" ARE YOU DOING? HE MEANT TO ASK, WHEN MERLIN FELL INTO THE ROOM FROM THE WAY HE WAS LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR. ARTHUR HADN'T EXPECTED HIM TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE WHEN HE OPENED IT, SO HE COULDN'T BE BLAMED. EXCEPT MERLIN'S EAR HAD BEEN PRESSED AGAINST THE DOOR, AND HIS HAND WAS DOWN HIS BREECHES AND THERE WAS A DARK SPOT ON THEIR FRONT, SO MAYBE HE COULD, JUST A LITTLE.
ARTHUR PUT OFF TALKING TO UTHER ABOUT CAMELOT'S ANTI-MAGIC LAWS AND WAS EVEN MORE PLEASANT TO MORGANA THAN USUAL, BUT OF COURSE THERE HAD TO COME A TIME WHEN THEY WOULD ARGUE AGAIN.
"OH, GO SCREW YOURSELF, ARTHUR," SHE HISSED, HER EXPRESSION FIERCE, AND AFTER THAT ARTHUR COULDN'T ARGUE ANYMORE.
HE DECIDED HE WOULD GO SCREW HIMSELF AFTER ALL, INSTEAD, AND THIS TIME HE LET MERLIN JOIN IN.
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IF BY RIDICULOUSLY BAD YOU MEAN TEAR-JEARKINGLY FANTASTIC AND AWE-INSPIRING, THEN YES.
I AM HERE ASTOUNDED AND FLAILING AND PLEASE SEE MY ABOVE COMMENT AND MULTIPLY IT BY TEN THOUSAND AND ALSO, HAVE MY CHILDREN AND MY CHILDREN'S CHILDREN.
SERIOUSLY. I'M JUST. WOW. MAN. YOU'RE THE BEST.
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AND OF COURSE I WILL HAVE YOUR INCESTUOUS EXTENDED FAMILY. HOPEFULLY THEY WILL ALL LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME ARTHUR, OF COURSE I MEAN ARTHUR.
(I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, BECAUSE I AM REALLY NOT VERY GOOD AT FIC WITH THIS FANDOM.)
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