Fic: Stress Reliever
Title: Stress Reliever
Rating: Implying of things so...PG, I guess
Spoilers: None
Warning: Self edited.
Disclaimer: Charas not mine.
Sir Leon's head throbbed as he walked along the corridor towards the training grounds. Already, he has had a terrible morning - having to hear the councilmen bicker about taxes and grains while trying not to scoff at the old men to their withered faces when they tried to pull him into their political melee by bringing up security and defense, a topic he was sure none of them knew about firsthand. He was glad the King was present that day as opposed to one of his chancellors to chair the meeting or he would have been stuck in the stuffy council hall until sunset.
The knight lifted his hand and began rubbing at his temple, not hearing the movement around the other corner of the wall until he ran into somebody and when he looked up all he saw were papers dispersing in the air. He blinked, and finally thinking to look down, he saw Merlin sprawled on the floor looking as surprised as he felt.
"Oh, Merlin," Leon said, "You alright?"
The boy blinked back at him in a dazed manner. "Oh yes. Errr... I apologise, sir. Gaius wanted these immediately and I was in a hurry that I didn't see-"
"It's not all your fault." Leon sighed and hunched down to help Merlin pick the papers up. "I was not aware of my surrounding as well. Quite damning to say for a King's knight."
"Bad day?" the servant asked.
"Aye," he replied, "And the day is barely over. God, my head hurts."
"Ummm... I can get you something from Gaius-"
Leon made a face. "Ugh. No. No offence to Gaius, but I wish he could at least make an attempt to make his medicine less vile."
Merlin chuckled and the two continued to pick the papers up until they got the last one. Just as Leon was about to hand his bundle over, the knight felt a cool hand touch the nape of his neck just above the collar of tunic and he instantly stilled.
"I know of another way to make you feel better. I can show it to you...." Merlin murmured.
When Leon snapped his head up to see what the boy meant, all Merlin did was give him a shy smile. "....if you let me."
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It has been a good day of training for Arthur. The new knights were learning quick and he was pleased by their progress compared to the week before when he felt that they should've stayed in their estates playing with wooden swords and eating cakes with their sisters instead of coming to Camelot.
The prince walked towards an open tent at the side of the training field, where a servant was waiting with water and clean cloth, and as he wiped the sweat out of his hair and eyes, he heard voices wafting from behind the heavy canvas of the back of the tent, even amidst the clanging of weapons on the training area.
"...last night was wonderful. I've had it done before, only with women, but you are very talented."
There was laughter, and Arthur recognised it as Merlin's. "I hope you aren't too sore today."
"There were moments," the other person replied - Sir Leon, Arthur realised - his voice holding an embarassed tone, "but all in all, it was worth it."
"Just don't tell Arthur about it," Merlin cautioned, "He already runs me haggard as it is. I can't bear it if he starts calling me in the middle of the night
to his chambers for -"
"For what?"
Sir Leon and Melin swung their heads in shock to stare at the crown prince who just seemed to appear out of nowhere, walking towards them with a swagger and
a look of intrigue.
"Well?" Arthur prompted.
"Err..."
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"Ow! For God's sake Merlin! Ease up, will you!" Arthur gritted out.
"Oh be quiet," Merlin huffed, pressing in harder, "Just take it like a man. Sir Leon did."
"If you are trying to tell you could take it better than me-" Arthur began before he yelped when Merlin continued with his relentless ministrations.
Merlin grunted. "No, I'm not."
"Of course, you're not-ohmygod, do that again."
"Like that, do you?" Merlin wet his lips, feeling more relieved that the crown prince was not yelling murder at him anymore than being amused at how suddenly pliant his master had become. In response, Arthur merely groaned into the sheets.
After a few moments of Arthur giving out loud moans of bliss and mumurmed endearments which made Merlin blush hearing them, the dark-haired boy shifted his focus on somewhere else and instantly, Arthur became more vocal that Merlin had to stamp the urge to push the blonde's face further into the pillows. Or tell him to bite them.
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"Oh Christ, yes, there.... God, you're so good. Aaaaah... Hummm... yeah... harder, Merlin. Yesss.... No, not there... Oh oh oooooh..."
Gwen gaped when she first heard the voices coming from Arthur's bedchambers but it was only half an hour later when she sees Merlin leaving Arthur's bedchamber, looking tired and although disgruntled, managed to look pleased as well.
The maidservant looked down at the bottle of oil in the her friends hand and asked, "Finished?"
Merlin sighed. "Yeah. Finally. I think he passed out."
"I told you not to tell any of the knights that you can do massages," Gwen gently scolded, "Just be thankful the King doesn't know about this yet."
Merlin tugged his neckerchief with oily fingers and gulped.
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End Note: I know that everyone could see the ending a mile away, but I just had a massage and this popped into my head when I was trying to find something to think about outside the pain D:
Rating: Implying of things so...PG, I guess
Spoilers: None
Warning: Self edited.
Disclaimer: Charas not mine.
Sir Leon's head throbbed as he walked along the corridor towards the training grounds. Already, he has had a terrible morning - having to hear the councilmen bicker about taxes and grains while trying not to scoff at the old men to their withered faces when they tried to pull him into their political melee by bringing up security and defense, a topic he was sure none of them knew about firsthand. He was glad the King was present that day as opposed to one of his chancellors to chair the meeting or he would have been stuck in the stuffy council hall until sunset.
The knight lifted his hand and began rubbing at his temple, not hearing the movement around the other corner of the wall until he ran into somebody and when he looked up all he saw were papers dispersing in the air. He blinked, and finally thinking to look down, he saw Merlin sprawled on the floor looking as surprised as he felt.
"Oh, Merlin," Leon said, "You alright?"
The boy blinked back at him in a dazed manner. "Oh yes. Errr... I apologise, sir. Gaius wanted these immediately and I was in a hurry that I didn't see-"
"It's not all your fault." Leon sighed and hunched down to help Merlin pick the papers up. "I was not aware of my surrounding as well. Quite damning to say for a King's knight."
"Bad day?" the servant asked.
"Aye," he replied, "And the day is barely over. God, my head hurts."
"Ummm... I can get you something from Gaius-"
Leon made a face. "Ugh. No. No offence to Gaius, but I wish he could at least make an attempt to make his medicine less vile."
Merlin chuckled and the two continued to pick the papers up until they got the last one. Just as Leon was about to hand his bundle over, the knight felt a cool hand touch the nape of his neck just above the collar of tunic and he instantly stilled.
"I know of another way to make you feel better. I can show it to you...." Merlin murmured.
When Leon snapped his head up to see what the boy meant, all Merlin did was give him a shy smile. "....if you let me."
------
It has been a good day of training for Arthur. The new knights were learning quick and he was pleased by their progress compared to the week before when he felt that they should've stayed in their estates playing with wooden swords and eating cakes with their sisters instead of coming to Camelot.
The prince walked towards an open tent at the side of the training field, where a servant was waiting with water and clean cloth, and as he wiped the sweat out of his hair and eyes, he heard voices wafting from behind the heavy canvas of the back of the tent, even amidst the clanging of weapons on the training area.
"...last night was wonderful. I've had it done before, only with women, but you are very talented."
There was laughter, and Arthur recognised it as Merlin's. "I hope you aren't too sore today."
"There were moments," the other person replied - Sir Leon, Arthur realised - his voice holding an embarassed tone, "but all in all, it was worth it."
"Just don't tell Arthur about it," Merlin cautioned, "He already runs me haggard as it is. I can't bear it if he starts calling me in the middle of the night
to his chambers for -"
"For what?"
Sir Leon and Melin swung their heads in shock to stare at the crown prince who just seemed to appear out of nowhere, walking towards them with a swagger and
a look of intrigue.
"Well?" Arthur prompted.
"Err..."
------
"Ow! For God's sake Merlin! Ease up, will you!" Arthur gritted out.
"Oh be quiet," Merlin huffed, pressing in harder, "Just take it like a man. Sir Leon did."
"If you are trying to tell you could take it better than me-" Arthur began before he yelped when Merlin continued with his relentless ministrations.
Merlin grunted. "No, I'm not."
"Of course, you're not-ohmygod, do that again."
"Like that, do you?" Merlin wet his lips, feeling more relieved that the crown prince was not yelling murder at him anymore than being amused at how suddenly pliant his master had become. In response, Arthur merely groaned into the sheets.
After a few moments of Arthur giving out loud moans of bliss and mumurmed endearments which made Merlin blush hearing them, the dark-haired boy shifted his focus on somewhere else and instantly, Arthur became more vocal that Merlin had to stamp the urge to push the blonde's face further into the pillows. Or tell him to bite them.
------
"Oh Christ, yes, there.... God, you're so good. Aaaaah... Hummm... yeah... harder, Merlin. Yesss.... No, not there... Oh oh oooooh..."
Gwen gaped when she first heard the voices coming from Arthur's bedchambers but it was only half an hour later when she sees Merlin leaving Arthur's bedchamber, looking tired and although disgruntled, managed to look pleased as well.
The maidservant looked down at the bottle of oil in the her friends hand and asked, "Finished?"
Merlin sighed. "Yeah. Finally. I think he passed out."
"I told you not to tell any of the knights that you can do massages," Gwen gently scolded, "Just be thankful the King doesn't know about this yet."
Merlin tugged his neckerchief with oily fingers and gulped.
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End Note: I know that everyone could see the ending a mile away, but I just had a massage and this popped into my head when I was trying to find something to think about outside the pain D: