Kink Me! #18
Kink Me! #18
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Merlin's mouth twisted, as though he could still hear the broken confession he'd thrown in Arthur's face before fleeing. The words rang in Arthur's ears as well, and he couldn't stop the reverberation, lost in the discord that echoed without resolution.
“Merlin-” he whispered over the cacophony, reaching for the words to make it all stop-
But the words died on his tongue.
They always did.
Merlin glared at him. “What?” he said, shrugging off silence, a new crash of sound over the echoes in Arthur's ears. “Come to rub it in? To laugh at the f-fucking pathetic fag, falling in l-love with his best friend ...” He broke off, voice shaking in a vibrato that tore into Arthur's chest.
The moment stretched on, endless silence that hammered in Arthur's ears. Merlin was gay. Merlin was in love with-with-
He couldn’t breathe. This was his cue, this was his entrance-but he missed the first beat, and the second, and it was too late to play it off as syncopation, and he'd never been able to just pick up and improvise if he didn't already know the basic form of the song ...
Merlin's face fell, bitterness washed away by the rain, replaced by pure, quiet hopelessness. “And just like always, you have nothing to say,” he whispered.
Arthur gasped as though he'd been stabbed-Merlin knew, he knew how hard it was for Arthur to … to say these things if the words weren't lyrics, to talk like this outside of a song, to express himself without music …
But Merlin was turning away, silent in the face of Arthur's paralysis, and Arthur couldn't-couldn't let him-
With a strangled noise, he reached out and grabbed Merlin's shoulder. Merlin's blue eyes flashed in surprise, and then Arthur was smashing their mouths together, pulling Merlin into him, pushing his tongue past Merlin's lips-
And Merlin was wrapping his arms around Arthur's shoulders, gasping into the kiss, pressing the length of his body against Arthur. Arthur trembled against him, adrenaline surging through his limbs like he was singing in front of thousands. He ran his fingers over Merlin's hips like the strings of a guitar, coaxing forth a perfect melody as Merlin moaned into his mouth.
Arthur pulled away, gasping for air, hands fisted in Merlin's soaking shirt, eyes scanning Merlin's face desperately, searching for the answer to the question he couldn't ask.
And Merlin was smiling at him, hopeful and hesitant and terrified, and running his fingers over Arthur's lips, erasing the words that would not come.
“Arthur,” he said softly.
Arthur buried his face in Merlin's neck, inhaling until his lungs were filled to bursting, exhaling a soundless aria into Merlin's pale skin. He felt Merlin shudder against him, and flashed on the awful night earlier that year, when he’d first held Merlin in his arms. But Merlin wasn’t crying this time-Arthur’s shirt was wet with rain, not tears.
He mouthed the line of Merlin's jaw, promising with lips and teeth and tongue what he’d promised in song that night. Promising that, no matter what, he wouldn't be like everyone else.
He would never leave Merlin.
Never.
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Thanks anon.
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Can't wait for more.
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This is so beautiful and sad. Looking forward to your next update :)
(...even though I know it will break my heart for a while, at least.)
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I love the hint of backstory in Arthur flashing to the awful night earlier that year, when he’d first held Merlin in his arms. But Merlin wasn’t crying this time-Arthur’s shirt was wet with rain, not tears.
How did he get from never leaving Merlin to being alone ten years later? I'm looking forward to finding out.
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