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The silence was more deafening than the shouting had been, and Arthur slumped in the chair opposite Merlin. They glared at each other.
“Why do you have to hide it?” Merlin eventually asked and Arthur looked away, blushing furiously again.
“You´ve read it, haven´t you?” Merlin nodded. “Well, then it´s no secret anymore. You know.”
“But it´s a beautiful book, and the poetry is wonderful, strong, well-written and heartbreaking. I liked it … a lot.” Now it was Merlin´s turn to redden a little. Arthur’s eyes had widened and he leant forward over the desk and the huge book, which he glanced at before catching Merlin´s gaze with serious intent.
“What did you think of that?” He touched the script lightly.
“I haven´t finished it yet, but so far,” he grinned, “it´s amazing!”
Arthur looked disbelieving.
“It´s a great tale, Arthur. It has everything a great story requires: battle between good and evil, everlasting friendship and love, war and destiny. David and Jonathan truly care for one another.” Like I do for you, he wanted to add.
“But you haven´t read the end yet and it´s awful. Jonathan dies in battle and David mourns him terribly, something like this: ´I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan; very pleasant have you been to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women.´ 6 I don´t know if I could ever get over the loss of my life´s love.” He finished with an audible swallow.
Merlin felt dizzy from Arthur´s intense gaze and the unexpected gush of emotions. When Arthur unconsciously licked his lower lip Merlin had to stifle an unintentional pant. Anticipation and excitement simmered low in his stomach.
“David and Jonathan kissed. Have you ever,” he pouted with his lips in gesture, “Merlin?”
“Yes!” he blurted out, the indignation in his voice clear. “Yes, she was lovely. It was nice.”
“I meant a man, Merlin! Have you ever kissed a man?”
Maybe licking his lips had been more intentional than Merlin had thought, and now he licked his own, shaking his head, breathing hard. All he could see was Arthur´s pink mouth and his thoughts focused on of how it would feel to have it pressed against his own, maybe parting, light nipping, a gentle lick along the lower lip and a wet lap into that hot, dark cavern. Gods, he was hardening at the very idea of it.
Lost in his own mind he hadn´t noticed Arthur taking hold of his hand, slowly caressing the back of it with his calloused thumb. When he did notice, Arthur had already leant forward and joined their lips. It was even softer than he had imagined, dry and tender and warm and when he parted his own, so did Arthur. Wet and quite a bit shaky against each other, they tilted their heads for better access, noses nudged together, then they opened up a little more and Merlin daringly darted his tongue out and licked along Arthur´s upper lip for a brief moment. One or maybe both of them, moaned into the kiss, and they broke apart, flushed and panting. Luckily the desk hid the embarrassing evidence of his arousal and Arthur crouched over in his seat avoiding any further eye contact.
“Sorry, I …,” Arthur began, stubbornly staring at the desk surface. “It won´t happen again.”
Why? Merlin wanted to shout at him. Why had he bothered at all if it wouldn´t happen again? Because it had been nothing but a dare? But it had felt genuine enough as far as Merlin could tell. Or because Merlin wasn´t skilled enough? He had but one kissing experience whereas Arthur must have had plenty of opportunities to practice his. When he rose he was careful to turn his back to Arthur. He couldn´t even start to imagine the utter embarrassment it would mean to him if Arthur found out how the kiss had affected him.
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The castle lay dark and silent when Merlin opened the door to the library later that day. A single candle in his hand led the way as he hurried along. It was not likely anyone would catch him at this late hour and he was half way through the main passage lined with bookshelves reaching from floor to ceiling, all crammed with leather bound books and scrolls, when he heard the rasping voice of Geoffrey and the next moment he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around.
“Oh, Gaius´ boy! What are you doing here at this late hour?” The old man looked drowsy as if he had been sleeping over his desk, but he obviously hadn´t because then Merlin would have passed him on his way in.
“I´m here to fetch a book for Gaius, “ Merlin said, too late realizing he had used that excuse too many times in the last couple of days already, and to cover up for his mistake he continued: “Gaius needs that old Greek book about cataract, the one by Aelius Galenus.”
“Does he?” The drowsiness had disappeared and been replaced with a frown. “At this hour?”
Merlin nodded ardently. “He said he needed it tonight in order to help a patient first thing tomorrow morning.” He moved restlessly backwards and glanced at the shelves, then said: “I know where to find it, thanks!” : as if Geoffrey had offered to help, but the old man, though still frowning, nodded and headed somewhat reluctantly towards his desk by the entrance.
Merlin silently slipped between the furthermost bookshelves, slowly passing the rows of books to see what treasures this place held. He also wanted to see if something was missing from last night. When nothing seemed to be, he began taking books down. He accidentally knocked two books to the floor while he was pulling a third and when he reached up to put them back he saw more books behind the front line. He stood on tiptoes, fishing with his fingers for the hidden books.
Wow! That was … not what he had expected, and nothing he had ever seen before, not even something remotely similar. Resting the book on the small table between the bookshelves, he shook his head in disbelief, and held the candle over the pages as close as he dared for a better view. There were pictures, almost nothing but pictures, one side after the other and almost no text. A group of men surrounded a younger man and made advances of a kind Merlin had only heard of, one man cradling the youth´s face while at the same time touching his cock, and from behind another man was pinching, or at least nudging his arse. Merlin wondered how he would feel about that kind of attention, blushing when he realized he probably would like it a great deal if made by the right person. The next page showed a couple, and this time Merlin even recognized their identities, Zephyr and Hyacinth, he even knew the story. They were making love, Zephyr with his hands holding on to his beloved´s thighs while grinding his cock between them. Merlin pressed his free hand to his crotch, going straight from half-hard to rock-hard in no time for the second time this day.
“Did you find it?” Geoffrey´s voice reverberated throughout the library, and Merlin closed the picture book with shaking hands, before shoving it back behind the others in the first row and covering the gap. He barely made it out in the passage before the librarian found him.
“No!”
“Well, it´s not back here. Surely you´ve been here enough times by now to know your way around. The Greek and Roman medical books are down here.” Geoffrey led the way, and before Merlin had time to recover he slipped a plain looking book in his hand. “Be careful with it, it´s the only now known copy. And good night to you, young Merlin!”
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Footnotes:
2. Yuan Zhen to Bo juyi (816), http://rictornorton.co.uk/bojuyi.htm
3. 1 Sam 18:1-18:3
4. 1 Sam 20:30-20:31
5. 1 Sam 19:41
6. 2 Sam 1:26
The pictures (not quite NSFW) Merlin is looking at can be found here:
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/greek-love-homosexual-art/homosexual-greek-vase-lovers.html
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/greek-love-homosexual-art/zephyr-hyacinth-gay-sex.html
(sorry, I can´t figure out how to link within the text)
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Merlin fled Gaius´ quarters as soon as he had the chance the next afternoon and almost ran to the library. He was filled with desire for the books he had discovered and was determined to make a proper investigation of their contents. This time he was certain to avoid Geoffrey of Monmouth, as the old man always took a nap in his private chambers this time of the day, and Arthur would be with his knights practicing or whatever it was they did when they ruffle up their feathers like cockerels eager to show off to one another.
He was so caught up in his own mind he never saw the person coming, in an equally hurried pace, from the other direction of the corridor, and they literally bumped into each other outside the library door. “Ow!” Merlin looked up.
“Merlin! What are you doing here?” Arthur scowled and took a step back.
“I could say the same to you!” Sometimes attack was the best form of defence, he decided, scowling back.
Arthur crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I asked first, and - you are my servant.”
“Well, if you must know, I´m here to get a book on herbal treatment for Gaius. Satisfied?” he snapped and Arthur glared and nodded pointedly.
“With your work bag? Really?”
He had brought the bag to have something to hide the naughty books in while smuggling them to his room. “I need it when I collect herbs for Gaius, which I will do right after I´m done here.”
Inside the library Geoffrey´s desk was empty as expected and they quickly parted ways. Merlin slipped between the bookshelves containing books about herbal treatments in order not to arouse Arthur´s suspicion, but then he tried to steal his way over to what he now thought of as the erotic books´ section. After all the first book he had found there had been Ovid´s Ars Amatoria. Too ashamed to let anyone see, he had hidden it under his tunic on his way from the library and read it late at night in his bunk when he was certain Gaius was asleep. It had almost solely focused on the relationship between a man and a woman, but it had contributed a few useful tips on courtship, not that he actually would need it any time soon, or ever.
He quickly emptied the front row of books, the love poetry and the Greek myths. When the second row was exposed he stood back and admired his work. There were a dozen works: everything from leather bound books with expensive vellum pages to even more expensive eastern books with pages of paper as well as exotic scrolls. Merlin laid the book from yesterday on the small table as he had last night, only this time he didn´t need the candle. A window located high up the wall provided a good amount of light, allowing a better inspection of the pictures than last night´s candle. He let his fingers graze against the two men, followed the contours of their drawn bodies. So beautiful! Last night he had thought about them, and Arthur, Arthur kissing him like he had yesterday. And he had imagined him as Zephyr and himself as Hyacinth while touching himself and it had felt so good.
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Merlin´s head jerked up. “Gods, you scared me Arthur!” He made a half-hearted attempt to cover the pictures in the book with his arm, but knew it was useless. Arthur was already pushing him away so he could see for himself. He inhaled loudly when he took in the scene, and the next moment his fingers lay next to Merlin´s, nudging the couple depicted. When he raised his head and locked gaze with Merlin he was a bit flushed.
“You know, there are others! Have you seen them?” There was a challenge in that question somewhere and Merlin expected to see one of Arthur´s significant smirks, but it never showed.
“The poetry and the myths?”
Arthur shook his head. “Others, with pictures. Do you want me to show you?”
Merlin´s mouth was so dry he couldn´t produce a sensible answer, but Arthur brought down several volumes and spread them over the table surface, directing one specifically towards him. Even though he felt embarrassed, sweating and blushing, he took the offered scroll. To his relief Arthur leant over another allowing him to explore the pictures alone and unsupervised.
The material of the scroll was as exquisite as the pictures it presented: men in colourful robes with long hair tied up high on their sculls, resting in each other´s company, men kissing and cuddling, and several pictures showed young men lying down on their stomachs with other men pressed along their backs. And then there was fucking in earnest. The small amount of naked skin and bodies covered by clothes in varying degree tickled Merlin´s imagination more than the fully naked pictures had before. It was easy to imagine a hand sneaking up under ones tunic, caressing the soft skin of one´s lower abdomen or someone pressing up against you from behind, revealing his hard length to your thigh and arse.
When Merlin looked up from the scroll he met Arthur´s darkened, glossy eyes only inches from his own and realized he had been breathing hard enough for Arthur to hear. The small space suddenly felt too limited. They were close, much closer than normal. Merlin could smell the sweat from Arthur´s warm body and he could distinguish the specific scent of soap he used. Their elbows almost touched and he followed the line of Arthur´s arm all the way to where the hand forcefully held on to the table surface, knuckles going white, and then he saw what Arthur had been looking at. He let out a gasp of shock. An orgy, at least Merlin thought it was an orgy, he had only heard about them in myths and burlesque tales. This showed a dozen or more men involved in different acts of sodomy: standing, lying down, face to face and from behind. Arthur had been watching the lewdest of pictures standing right next to Merlin, apparently wanting to show it to him. What did he want?
One of the images showed three men together with one of them taking his beloved in his mouth. Merlin had not even heard about such an act. Did people really do that to one another? Would it not be disgusting? The smell of dust, parchment and dry paper mixed with the scent of Arthur. A quick glance revealed the dampness covering Arthur´s upper lip and how his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips over and over again. The slow pooling heat that had possessed Merlin up till this moment caught fire. For a moment he desperately wanted to touch himself, and then that urge became a desire to touch Arthur instead.
Tentatively he loosened Arthur´s cramped fingers and released his hand from the edge of the table. He lifted it and pressed it to his half-open mouth, letting hot, damp air ghost over its back. Arthur looked at him, all wide eyes and open mouth.
“Merlin, you don´t know what you are doing!” Arthur´s voice was nothing but trembling whisper.
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“I want you, Merlin. Let me … please.”
When Merlin gave a shaky nod, he untied the string holding Merlin´s breeches up and cupped him through the fabric. Merlin bucked up into the pressure, breathing fast and heavily, while fondling Arthur´s slim waist and broad chest. The open-mouthed kisses he pressed to Merlin´s jaw and neck were given with complete abandon, and when Merlin felt his tongue tracing a wet path over his collarbone he moaned. Then he reached for Merlin´s breeches and Merlin tried to recoil.
“No?” Arthur was on his knees, looking up, expectantly but ready to stop his advances as if Merlin´s opinion was important to him.
“Well …yes.”
He saw Arthur leaning back a little before lowering his breeches. Arthur gaze wandered between the new view presented to him and Merlin´s eyes, his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but couldn´t find the words. Then he carefully stroked Merlin´s thighs, first the outsides and then the more delicate and softer skin on the inner sides, letting his fingers glide all the way up nudging his buttocks and tight sac. “I want to try something. Ever since I saw those scrolls, I´ve wanted to do this … to you.” He had been looking up at Merlin but now he lowered his head and rested it against Merlin´s stomach. Arthur´s face was less than an inch from his slightly twitching cock. Every breath Arthur took ghosted over him, sending sparks of pleasure that threatened to take him over the edge. When Arthur did place a fumbling kiss to him and smeared his lips with pre-come, inhaling loudly as if to see what he thought of the taste and smell, Merlin desperately had to focus on not coming. Because how would he live it down if he came all over Arthur´s face? Arthur tightened his grip to Merlin´s hips and continued with open-mouthed kisses. The soft moans that earlier had escaped Merlin´s mouth turned into deep groans when hot, red lips encircled him. The pace was irregular at best, there was occasional scrapes of teeth, and the sounds were obscenely wet. And yet it was brilliant!
The tightening of his balls and the burning tension in his lower parts came over him so fast he almost panicked. “Arthur! Arthur, stop! Stop!” The smiling face Arthur raised towards him presented dark red swollen lips and chin and cheeks glistening with spit.
“Any good?”
“Yeah!” he panted and smiled reassuringly.
“So you don´t mind if we try something else then?”
Arthur´s smile definitely hid one of those familiar smirks and it felt as if he should say no, but he couldn´t. He was curious about what Arthur had in mind, and if it was what he thought, what it would be like. And he was horny, oh so horny, he might have done just about anything Arthur asked of him at that moment.
Merlin pulled Arthur up and presented a few sloppy kisses at his mouth and jaw. He let his trembling hand slip down into his breeches, and Arthur assisted by untying the string holding them in place and letting them fall to the floor. He had never touched another man´s cock, but he knew he liked it when his fingers brushed along that silk soft skin, and wanted more.
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“Oh, you have magic fingers, Merlin … But we can´t …”
Merlin froze for a moment, if Arthur was about to say something along the lines of what he had said yesterday he wouldn´t know what to do with himself, because he really wanted this to happen and he honestly thought Arthur wanted it as well. But then Arthur continued: ”… if you go on I won´t last. Please.”
And instead of ending anything, he manhandled Merlin over the little table. Before Merlin had a chance to object he felt slick fingers sliding along his arse. He wondered what Arthur saw, all white skin and a dark crevice, and when the wet fingers circled his most secret place he froze again. “Arthur? Arthur, what are you doing?” He had to raise his voice to get a reaction, and tried to look over his shoulder. When Arthur responded his voice was low and husky.
“I need you, Merlin, yeah?”
The pictures in the books and scrolls had shown men fucking with what looked like great pleasure, but the thought of actually letting Arthur do that … made his chest tighten and his cock throb and the burning heat increased tenfold. He grunted something incoherent in answer as Arthur already had a finger up where he thought no fingers would ever go, slipping it back and forth and wiggling it at the same time. When the second finger accompanied the first it stretched, but it didn´t hurt as he had thought it would. If he had not been so wanton for this, he quivered and whimpered, he would surely have died of shame. Instead he spread his legs further and rocked his hips into that movement. The fingers pulled out and Arthur fumbled, one shaky hand at his hip, the other … yes, that must be … much bigger than a couple of fingers … and now he pushed.
“Ow!” Merlin flinched, suppressing the urge to cover his arse with his hands. “You prat! You have to slick me up first!”
“I have … hrm, slicked you up!”
“Spit won´t do, clotpole. In my bag, there´s a jar of hand salve … “ He gestured at the bag on the floor and Arthur obliged.
“Really, Merlin? Hand salve? What are you - a girl?”
Merlin sighed, more with frustration than anything else. “Well, one would think you knew by now! Come on!”
The salve was of the thick, white-ich, strange smelling kind that sort of melted at contact with a warm body. “I´m slicking up now.” Arthur leant over Merlin´s back and teasingly whispered into his ear. “And you …” Merlin felt the familiar pressure of fingers and then the more intense pressure of something hotter and bigger as Arthur slowly, slowly pressed his way in a half-inch at a time with tiny, tiny rocking motions. It burnt, but in a good way, and the dull kind of pain he felt was easily ignored for the benefit of the increasing heat that was rapidly building.
Arthur cradled him from behind while pulling out and pushing in. “Is it any good? Is it okay, Merlin? I´m not hurting you, am I?” If he hadn´t known Arthur better, he would easily have thought the questions whispered into his ear a sign of love, or at least genuine consideration, now he chose to ignore them, shifted his arms trying to avoid tearing or creasing the pages of the books underneath. The fumbling thrusts changed into more confident ones, pace increasing. At one moment Arthur pulled out too fast and too far and slipped out with a sloppy sound: “Sorry, sorry … didn´t mean to”: and pushed back in, while caressing Merlin´s hip and covering his neck and nape with more kisses. After that it went smoother and whenever Arthur hit that special spot inside he wanted to scream with pleasure, it felt so intense, tingling, burning, hot. He needed more and as if Arthur had known he folded his fingers around him. “Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, “ he grunted. “You make me feel so good. I love this, Merlin.”
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From another part of the library came the muffled sounds of footsteps. They weren´t alone, and considering how little they had cared about the noise they were making, how much had the other person heard of them? The sound of footsteps came closer.
“Someone here?”
Geoffrey! They flew apart, reached for their breeches and tried to tie the strings with trembling hands to hold them in place. The books and scrolls were a disaster. Merlin used his arm to wipe the sticky pages clean, while Arthur shoved the scrolls and books back into the shelves. It looked neither neat nor proper when Geoffrey turned around the corner but they were covered up even though their tunics were askew and Merlin hadn´t found his belt, and their hair was completely dishevelled.
“You again!” Geoffrey exclaimed when he saw Merlin. “And … oh, Sire, Prince Arthur.” And if he found anything out of the ordinary he took no notice in the Prince´s presence. “Anything I can do for you?”
“No, I think we are all done here.” Arthur turned towards Merlin and smirked. “I got what I came for.” He looked pointedly towards Merlin´s bag. “My manservant will carry my books for me. Make sure you bring them straight to my chambers, Merlin, I´m eager to continue my studies as soon as possible.”
Then Arthur strode out of the library. Merlin grabbed his bag, recognizing the shape of a book when patting it, and shuffled after him. If they were to continue these so called studies, it better be Arthur´s turn to bottom, because no matter how good it had been, his arse would not appreciate another go this close to the first one. But then again his cock seemed to disagree with an ominous twitch.
Geoffrey sighed a little at the mess the two boys left behind. Obviously they had taken out all the books from the erotic books´ section, as he liked to think of it, and just look at them now, all maltreated. Young people had no respect of the treasures his library kept. With careful hands he pulled them out, piled them on the little table before checking all the titles, flattening all creased pages and drying all damp spots. He shook his head in disbelief, the Prince and his manservant fucking in the library really was too much for an old man. It had been hard enough to handle that time some twenty years ago when he almost walked in on the King and Queen Igraine, and they had not been as sloppy as this latest couple. There were no limits to what erotica did to people and their libidos. And of course the pillow book with the delicious illustrations from the brothel was missing - again!
NSFW Art can be seen here, in order of appearance:
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/gay-art-japan/miyagawa-issho-shunga-scroll/nanshoku-issho-kabuki-sex.html
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/china-homosexual-art/erotic-gay-scroll/gay-orgy-chinese-scroll.html
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/gay-art-japan/ishikawa-toyonobu-gay-brothel/toyonobu-homosexual-brothel.html
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http://sorgbarn.livejournal.com/1686.html#cutid1
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I loved this ~!
IS this the end ? i hope not.
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Same anon again i had an old update from 1 days ago i think
NVM what i said !
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