Kept us Awake with Wolf Teeth 4

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Title: Kept us awake with wolves teeth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Arthur/Merlin

Summary:Merlin and Arthur have one of those friendships where they're just so comfortable with each other they see no problem in sleeping in the same bed together


Friday night Gwaine shows up with Merlin tucked under his arm and an obscenely large bottle of vodka. He offers it up with his ridiculous smile, holding it high in the air. “I brought alcohol for the party tomorrow.” He is practically yelling in Arthur’s face and Morgana comes barreling around the corner. “I also brought Merlin, for the party tomorrow.” He says suggestively and Merlin knits his eyebrows together and has to lean back to keep his face from colliding with Gwaine’s.
When Gwaine kisses Merlin soundly on the mouth Morgana only laughs and pulls them both inside. “Are you already drunk?” She tugs on Gwaine’s hair and he grins at her.

“Nothing wrong with a little pre-party drinking.” He slurs and Morgana drags him away to her room.

Arthur watches them leave and spins of his heels to face Merlin. “I wish I was on Gwaine’s level.”

Merlin laughs quietly and Arthur feels incredibly relieved to hear it. “I don’t think that’s always a healthy level to be on.” He shoves Arthur out of the way so he can get to the stair but there’s a cheeky grin on his face when he bats him in the face and drags his bag up the stairs. “So why haven’t you been in school all week, do you have the consumption or something?”

Arthur closes his bedroom door behind them. “No, ‘m not sick, just wanted to take a little mini break. Haven’t missed a day of school since I broke my arm when we were six.”

“I know.” Merlin says seriously. “That’s really stupid, why didn’t you say something to me? I’m supposed to be your best friend you insensitive prick.” He throws his jacket onto the computer seat before sitting down. “Unless you’re avoiding me.”

Arthur lets out a dramatic whining sound. “Why would I be avoiding you? I texted you, didn’t I? And besides I know you’re the most perfect student in all the world and would keel over and die if you missed a day of school.” He sits on the floor in front of Merlin “I’ve been forced to hang out with your awful chav friend because of it.”

Merlin stares at him for a while before he mutters out “You’re retarded.”

“Yeah I know.” Arthur doesn’t mean for it to sound like a confession so he changes the subject by pressing on his TV with his big toe and handing Merlin a controller.

Once they’re thoroughly involved in a tournament of Mortal Kombat, there’s a knock on his door and Morgana yelling “Are you guys naked?!”

“Yes!” Arthur shouts back wondering if she’ll go away. Instead she welcomes herself in with Gwaine following closely behind her. “I said I was naked, Morgana, what if I had been telling you the truth?”

Morgana collapses onto his bed while Gwaine crowds himself in front of the television next to Merlin. “Well you weren’t, and besides” she leans down and runs her fingers through Merlin’s hair “Merlin is too far out of your league to be letting you even attempt to be naked around him.”

“It’s true, I am.” Merlin agrees and takes Arthur’s moment of distraction to pull his characters head off.
Gwaine leans forward so that he can see around Merlin and lets his eye roam up and down Arthur’s body. “I don’t know, I wouldn’t say no if Arthur was asking.”

Arthur looks up at Morgana and smiles widely. “Gwaine would.”

Morgana rolls her eyes. “Gwaine ‘would’ anything. That’s not an accomplishment.”

Gwaine nods proudly. Arthur turns back to pout at the screen and grumbles out “What are you doing in here anyway?”

“We wanted to watch shitty horror movies with you. I know you’re an aficionado.” She produces a couple DVDs from out of her jacket.

Arthur shares a look with Merlin and groans “I do love horror movies. And these do have a lot of fake blood.” Merlin fights a grin and Arthur nods. “Yeah alright, you guys can stay and hang out.”

“So kind of you.” Morgana ruffles his hair.

#

They end up opening and then subsequently finishing Gwaine’s bottle of vodka and the night finds Merlin with his head in Arthur’s lap while Morgana and Gwaine make out on the floor. Arthur feels he should be more disgusted with his sister trying to choke her boyfriend with her tongue but mostly he finds he doesn’t care. “Gana” He mumbles out her name and surprisingly she hears him.

“Hmmm?”

“Maybe do that in your room.” He shrugs “Please?”

Gwaine props himself up on his elbows and brightens up. “We should have a foursome.”

“The ratio of guys to girls is really disproportionate if you think about it.” Merlin rattles off and it’s amazing he remembers what some of those words even mean with how drunk he is.

“I know I don’t want to be involved in foursome that has my sister there.” Arthur rubs at his eyes and Morgana agrees quickly, pulling Gwaine to his feet. “Have fun, be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t, blah blah.” He waves to them as they stumble into the hall in a giggling tangle of limbs.

Merlin looks up at Arthur and smiles “You’re a really understanding brother. I figured you would want to kill Gwaine or something.”

Arthur buries his fingers into Merlin’s hair, reveling in the softness of it. “Nah, I don’t really care, Morgana’s smart. Smarter than me anyway.” Merlin laughs sleepily and it vibrates through Arthur’s body. Sober, Arthur would probably smack Merlin in the face for agreeing that he’s stupid, but drunk, Arthur lets the back of his fingers run over Merlin’s face and quietly says “You’re so gorgeous.”

His mind is to addled with vodka that he doesn’t really register what’s happening until he’s on his back looking up at Merlin. Merlin puts a wet kiss on the small stretch of skin underneath Arthur’s ear and the feel of his tongue makes Arthur groan loudly. He groans even louder when that tongue finds it way into his mouth and deft fingers find their way underneath his shirt. Arthur’s never seen Merlin this aggressive about anything in his life as he rolls his hips down against Arthur’s and yanks roughly at his hair. It feels amazing. “Arthur” his name comes out as a whimper off of Merlin’s lips and he holds himself over Arthur on hands and knees. “God, Arthur, I -do you love me?”

Arthur tilts his head and tries to process the question when Merlin shakes his head and grits out “I don’t care never mind, don’t say anything, I don’t care.” He yanks Arthur’s shirt off “I know you don’t but please -please just fuck me.”

“Merlin” Arthur’s head is spinning with a mixture of the alcohol and Merlin’s voice in his ear, begging for the dirtiest things he’s ever heard fall off his lips. “You’re drunk, you don’t want this.” Just yesterday he would have gladly flipped Merlin onto his back and fucked him into the carpet because yesterday it could still be a friends with benefits thing.
Yesterday Merlin didn’t ask Arthur if he loved him.

Merlin grabs Arthur’s face roughly in his hands, his eyes alight with something Arthur’s never seen directed at him from his best friend before. He’s panting and flushed with arousal but right in the way his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s looking at Arthur through his long eyelashes, there’s anger. He presses his lips to Arthur’s again in a soft kiss that seems misplaced until Merlin bites his bottom lip harshly. “Don’t pretend like you’re a good fucking friend, Arthur Pendragon.” He utters the words against Arthur’s mouth and Arthur knows he shouldn’t be turned on by Merlin’s voice considering the words he’s saying to him. “You made it clear how little I mean to you that first night you kissed me.” Merlin sits back to straddle Arthur and rolls his hips hard against him.

Arthur can’t pull Merlin’s shirt off fast enough and he pulls himself up to lean against the bed, Merlin squirming in his lap. “That’s not -ah -true.” He bites kisses into Merlin’s collarbone and fumbles with the button on the stupid skinny jeans he’s always wearing. He wants to tell Merlin that he means everything to him, that he needs him so badly but instead he tells him “Get on the bed.”

And Merlin does, naked and spreading himself out across the faded red sheets while Arthur pushes his own pants down and crawls over the top of him, taking in the pale white skin just waiting to be marked. Arthur mercilessly shoves his tongue into Merlin’s eager mouth while he digs through his bedside table, successfully knocking his alarm clock and a glass of water onto the floor. He can’t be bothered to think about them right now, or if the water fell on anything important as he coats his fingers with the lube he had been searching for. Merlin cocks an eyebrow “I’m shocked you know what to do. Or are you just winging it and you need me to hold your hand through the rest?” the words are biting and lack the playfulness they usually hold.

Arthur runs his hand down the cleft of Merlin’s ass and shoves a finger in roughly, making Merlin cry out and arch off the bed. “I know what do” Arthur grits out, wrapping his hand around Merlin’s neck and running his thumb over his Adam’s apple. “Tell me how you want it.” He pants out heavily against Merlin’s skin, adding another finger in next to the first and curling them painfully slow inside of Merlin’s body.

“Hard.” Merlin’s voice is broken and shaky but his eyes still hold that resilience that put them where they are now. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

Arthur adds a third finger and shoves his hand into him so roughly, Merlin’s body moves up the bed a little and he curls his fists into the sheets, biting his lip to keep from screaming. Arthur fumbles with a condom while Merlin grinds himself down on his fingers. He pins Merlin’s wrists above his head and stares at him, scrutinizing this mixture of hatred and lust on Merlin’s face before Arthur thrusts into him in one quick, fluid motion. It’s so impossibly tight and hot being inside Merlin and Arthur buries his face into the side of his neck as he cants his hips forward with shallow little thrusts.
Merlin digs his fingers into Arthur’s back, blunt nails dragging stinging lines across his skin, and panting in Arthur’s ear. “Harder, Arthur” His voice breaks on Arthur’s name and Arthurs pulls Merlin’s hips up slamming into him in a way he knows will leave bruises on Merlin’s thighs. Arthur hopes that Morgana and Gwaine are too trashed -or better yet passed out -to hear the moans tumbling off both of their lips.

Arthur chalks it up to the alcohol or he knows he would have never lasted this long. He’s never had angry, vicious sex before but he thinks he might be a fan, and maybe he should just start being a dick to more people, if only it didn’t making him feel so fucking awful as well. He sits up, pulling Merlin into his lap and nipping bruises into his skin while Merlin sets a brutal pace for himself. He keeps saying Arthur’s name, over and over again in such a quiet tone, Arthur’s not sure if Merlin knows he’s speaking out loud. He buries his face in Arthur’s neck, breathing hot against his skin and buries his fingers in Arthur’s hair and whispers something Arthur can’t even ignore in his drunkenness.
“I love you so much.” And it sounds pained and so, so lost that Arthur stills Merlin’s hips from rising up. Arthur cups
Merlin’s face in his hands, running his thumb over his cheekbone.

Arthur swallows hard. “What?” he runs his hand gently up Merlin’s side, noticing for the first time in their tumble just how soft his skin is right now. Merlin keeps his eyes fixed on Arthur’s chest, hands gripped tight on his shoulders. “Merlin, look at me. Tell me.” The air between them is drastically changed, maybe even tenser than it was before, but Arthur is sure that this feeling is much more important.

“I -“ Merlin has lost all of the anger from his eyes, now they’re just scared and sad. “I love you. I’m sorry I should -“
He tries to lift his leg and pull himself off of Arthur but Arthur grips his hips hard again and pushes him down making a groan escape from Merlin. It’s as if he’s seeing his best friend for the first time, patient and forgiving towards Arthur when he should have left years ago. Torn apart because, how long has he been in love with him? How many nights lying in bed next to each other and just being okay with that? He wraps his hand around Merlin’s neck and brings him down into a kiss so gentle and innocent it’s a bit ridiculous seeing as Arthur is still buried deep inside him, and isn’t that just like them to do everything backwards? “I’m sorry” Arthur breathes the words against Merlin’s lips between short, soft kisses. “I’m sorry I was such a shit friend. I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“You -of being in love with you.” Arthur sighs out when Merlin pushes him back gently so that he’s lying flat on the bed and begins to move slowly over him.

Merlin runs his hands up Arthur’s stomach and chest giving a contented hum as he leisurely rides him. He has his eyes shut, lips parted slightly and for the first time in months he looks at peace. All of the tired lines around Merlin’s eyes and the seemingly permanent crease that had formed between his eyebrows are gone. They say nothing to each other for what feels like hours while Arthur digs his thumbs into Merlin’s thighs, reveling in how soft and warm he feels around him. When Merlin starts making small hiccupping noises and his dick twitches between them Arthur realizes that he really fucking wants to make Merlin come. He pushes Merlin off of him, rolling him onto his stomach. Merlin glances over his shoulder at him with a confused look that quickly dissolves into him crying out when Arthur grabs his hips and pushes into him from behind. Arthur knows he’s close to finishing and puts all and any energy he has into slamming into Merlin as hard as he can, reaching around to tug at Merlin’s dick, leaking obscenely on the sheets beneath them. “Arthur” Merlin can hardly say his name as he grips the sheets, begging whatever god will listen for release when finally, finally, Arthur hits that spot inside him that makes him openly sob and come all over Arthur’s hand.

Arthur pulls out of Merlin while he’s still coming down from his orgasm and rips the condom off with a speed that will be startling to him later when he thinks back on it. He strokes himself only a few more times and he’s finishing in thick spurts on Merlin’s back and thighs. Arthur falls back onto the mattress, inspecting his work and he lets out a strangled groan. Merlin looks so beautiful fucked open with Arthur’s come dripping down his legs, trying to catch his breath in the sheets of the bed.

Deciding that it would be in their best interest to clean themselves up to avoid being the most uncomfortable they could possibly be in the morning, Arthur collects his boxers off of the floor and pulls them on, moving to get off the bed.
Instead he feels a sharp tug on his wrist and he turns to see Merlin holding onto him, moving to pull the sheets into his lap as if he’s embarrassed. “Arthur, please don’t go.” And that broken look on his face is back with a vengeance “please.” Arthur can see tears welling up in Merlin’s eyes and it’s alarming and Arthur practically buckles at the knees as he tries to climb into the general area of Merlin’s lap.

He puts his hands on the sides of Merlin’s face and kisses his forehead. “No, Merlin, god no. I wasn’t leaving you, I was just going to get something to clean up.” He feels warm tears collects on his hands and Merlin struggles to pull away from him and press his hands against his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were going to leave for good. I thought you were regretting it.”

Arthur feels nauseous knowing he made Merlin like this. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. Never again, I swear.” He kisses Merlin quickly and grins at him “I still want to get us a towel though.”

Merlin let’s out a clipped laugh and nods his head. Arthur stumbles into the hallway and realizes he’s painfully sober. Literally, painfully, his head is pounding. He scrubs his hand over his face and curses Gwaine’s cheap vodka when he runs squarely into Morgana. She’s wearing Gwaine’s shirt and her underwear. That’s it. Arthur squints at her and at least she has the decency to blush. “Good night?” He yawns and Morgana attempts to run her fingers through the tangles of her hair.

“So far.” She shoves a bottle of painkillers into his hand, no doubt on her way back from getting it out of the bathroom.

“You look well and truly fucked, Arthur Pendragon. Is Mortal Kombat working you up?” she manages her ‘sinister and pleased’ look even in her state of half drunkenness and rolling into a hangover.

“Yeah, sure, Mortal Kombat.”

“Arthur”

“Morgana”

Morgana folds her arms over her chest and chews at the inside of her cheek. “What’s Merlin doing?”

Arthur glances up at the corner of the ceiling behind Morgana and carefully decides to tell her, “Sleeeeeping?”

“Oh, so if I go in your room to get my movies back it won’t be a big deal, right?” She’s absolutely delighted with herself, and Arthur’s not sure if she’s onto him or she thinks he’s just playing along. She makes like she’s going to Arthur’s room when he grabs her forearm.

“Naked. He’s sleeping naked.” Arthur grits out and Morgana’s proceeding expression would be comical if Arthur didn’t
feel on the brink of an aneurysm.

“Arthur” she searches his face like she can magic the truth onto his skin, “you slept with Merlin.” It’s not a question and Arthur digs his toes into the carpet. “Why, Arthur, why would you do that? Do you understand what you’ve done, you don’t know that Merlin -“

“Loves me? Yes I do, he told me himself actually.” It feels like a personal victory when Morgana just looks at him as if he’s been taken by body snatchers. “I think it’s nice that you’re looking out for Merlin, but you really don’t have to anymore. I’m going to take care of him.” Arthur knows he’s going to regret allowing Morgana to see this much into his emotional lock box. “I’m capable of love too, you know.” He’s pouting but the next moment he’s wrapped up in Morgana’s spindly arms.

“Oh, I’m so happy. You’re such a retard sometimes, I never thought you would get it together. I thought you were going to be one of those late in life gays that finally has a crisis when he’s already married with three kids.” She rocks him back and forth and it makes his stomach feel a little uneasy.

“Mmmm” he pats Morgana’s back, the pill bottle rattling against her. “You smell like lemon cleaner.”

She just pats him on the head and says, “Well it’s better than the alternative.” And slides easily back to her room. When Arthur finally escapes back to his room with a towel in hand, Merlin is still sitting up with the sheets draped around his hips like he hasn’t move.

“Morgana yelled at you.” He holds onto Arthur’s forearm as Arthur reaches around him to swipe the towel down his back.

Arthur quirks and eyebrow, “Morgana always yells at me.”

Merlin pulls on Arthur’s arms until he’s collapsed on top of him. “About me. She yelled at you about me. You guys aren’t that quiet, you know.”

Arthur kisses his face and wraps him up tightly in his arms, “That’s because everyone likes you better than me.” He grumbles out, “And because I was a really fucked friend to you.” Merlin only buries his face further into Arthur’s neck. This isn’t easy, Arthur can admit that, and he does actually feel on the verge of panic and cardiac arrest, but he won’t keep doing this to Merlin anymore. He forces himself not to think about Uther or his footie mates or the school in general because he wants this more. He wants Merlin in his arms, in his bed, their bed, for as long as Merlin will put up with his shit. He takes a deep breath, “I’m having a bit of an identity crisis.”

“I know.” Merlin yawns and rolls onto his back.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Are you kidding me?” Merlin rolls his eyes, “You’ve been having some sort of crisis since you were four. You used to think you were a dinosaur.”

Arthur hums and folds his hands atop his chest, “I’m still a bit out of sorts from that.” He feels it’s important to also add,
“I’m going to try though you know. The whole gay thing is a really recent development.”

Merlin grins, “Bi, I mean let’s be real you were all about Sophia’s tits last summer.”

“They were great tits” Arthur says forlornly. Merlin laces his fingers into Arthur’s underneath the covers. “Is it okay if we aren’t super public about this right now? I mean, I think I want to tell my dad before someone else does, but I don’t think I’m really ready to yet.” He’s terrified Merlin’s going to collect up his things and storm out the door without looking back.
It’s all much more dignified than that though, because Merlin rubs his eyes tiredly and tells him, “You know, I had to come out to my mom and I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared of anything in my life. And she’s nowhere near the level of Uther.” He steals the good pillow out from under Arthur’s head and fluffs it up before collapsing on it. “Just don’t keep me a secret forever?”

Arthur does what he can to make the lumpy pillow work for him before he pulls the covers over him to block out the creeping chill that’s been building up with his oncoming sobriety. “I won’t” He wraps his arms tightly around Merlin’s middle and pulls him tightly against him, kissing him lightly before he falls asleep.