#43 "Highest Joy" Arthur/Lancelot/Merlin, PG-13 [manipulation]
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Lancelot/Merlin, pleasing them both
590 words.
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It was difficult, at first, to properly understand the nuances that made up their relationship.
To the casual observer, Arthur was in charge completely, his say the last word in all things. As well it should be, for Arthur was the second most powerful man in all of Camelot, one of the most powerful men on the whole Isle.
Lancelot was not a casual observer, and to him it was infinitely more complicated.
Arthur may be amongst the most powerful of men, but it was clear to all who truly new Merlin that it was he, and not Arthur, who was the most truly powerful. There was something about his manner, too, that called Lancelot’s soul to attention, that made him want to obey this man. No, not man, for such a simple thing could never convey the depths of everything that Merlin was. He was an entity, something entirely unique, a new piece on the board.
There were no rules yet made to contain him, and it was only through Merlin’s own - perceived - limitations that he remained where he was, loyal always to Arthur’s side.
Knowing the truth of these two men made it somewhat difficult to know how best to please them.
It seemed easy, at first. Be obedient and loyal for Arthur. Keep the secret for Merlin. Trust Arthur with his life. Trust Merlin with Arthur’s.
But it was harder than that. There was a truth only Lancelot was privy to - something neither Arthur nor Merlin had yet clued into.
Something Lancelot hoped to use to his favour. If he could convince these two gorgeous, headstrong, powerful men to come to him first, he could please them both, give them something they hadn’t yet admitted to wanting.
Lancelot made it his job. Little teases in both directions until he had them all but eating out of his palm. A show of obedience here. Proof of loyalty there. A little bit of, ‘we can keep this between just us, if you like’ here. Lancelot had always loved a dance, and this was the most intricate of them all.
When he had them both where they needed to be, he pleased them further with his shy glances and careful almost-touches. Then his coup de grâce, whispered into both of their ears.
“I’m sorry, I truly am,” he began, knowing how close he was to completing his goal. “But I love another man as equally as I love you. I can’t seem to help it. I want you both. Please... some hint that you might want him too, some sign that perhaps I’m not asking too much... Please...”
Lancelot had never seen anything as beautiful as the day Merlin and Arthur had stood before him, had accepted each other if only for his sake.
It didn’t take long for the excuses to be lost to heat, for Lancelot to revel in being between the two of them, happy knowing he’d brought them together like this, that - if not for him - they might never have been able to kiss so fiercely, or love so freely.
Pleasing them becomes his world, both in and out of Arthur’s chambers. It’s all he really wants, and he has no shame in how wantonly he accepts them.
Arthur and Merlin will be the greatest men the world has ever known, and Lancelot will be the man in the shadows, the one that brought them to the greatest they could be. There can be no higher joy for him than that.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Lancelot/Merlin, pleasing them both
590 words.
***
It was difficult, at first, to properly understand the nuances that made up their relationship.
To the casual observer, Arthur was in charge completely, his say the last word in all things. As well it should be, for Arthur was the second most powerful man in all of Camelot, one of the most powerful men on the whole Isle.
Lancelot was not a casual observer, and to him it was infinitely more complicated.
Arthur may be amongst the most powerful of men, but it was clear to all who truly new Merlin that it was he, and not Arthur, who was the most truly powerful. There was something about his manner, too, that called Lancelot’s soul to attention, that made him want to obey this man. No, not man, for such a simple thing could never convey the depths of everything that Merlin was. He was an entity, something entirely unique, a new piece on the board.
There were no rules yet made to contain him, and it was only through Merlin’s own - perceived - limitations that he remained where he was, loyal always to Arthur’s side.
Knowing the truth of these two men made it somewhat difficult to know how best to please them.
It seemed easy, at first. Be obedient and loyal for Arthur. Keep the secret for Merlin. Trust Arthur with his life. Trust Merlin with Arthur’s.
But it was harder than that. There was a truth only Lancelot was privy to - something neither Arthur nor Merlin had yet clued into.
Something Lancelot hoped to use to his favour. If he could convince these two gorgeous, headstrong, powerful men to come to him first, he could please them both, give them something they hadn’t yet admitted to wanting.
Lancelot made it his job. Little teases in both directions until he had them all but eating out of his palm. A show of obedience here. Proof of loyalty there. A little bit of, ‘we can keep this between just us, if you like’ here. Lancelot had always loved a dance, and this was the most intricate of them all.
When he had them both where they needed to be, he pleased them further with his shy glances and careful almost-touches. Then his coup de grâce, whispered into both of their ears.
“I’m sorry, I truly am,” he began, knowing how close he was to completing his goal. “But I love another man as equally as I love you. I can’t seem to help it. I want you both. Please... some hint that you might want him too, some sign that perhaps I’m not asking too much... Please...”
Lancelot had never seen anything as beautiful as the day Merlin and Arthur had stood before him, had accepted each other if only for his sake.
It didn’t take long for the excuses to be lost to heat, for Lancelot to revel in being between the two of them, happy knowing he’d brought them together like this, that - if not for him - they might never have been able to kiss so fiercely, or love so freely.
Pleasing them becomes his world, both in and out of Arthur’s chambers. It’s all he really wants, and he has no shame in how wantonly he accepts them.
Arthur and Merlin will be the greatest men the world has ever known, and Lancelot will be the man in the shadows, the one that brought them to the greatest they could be. There can be no higher joy for him than that.