Teulu (2/?)
Title: Teulu (2/?)
Author: Nightchaser_sla
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur; OMC/OMC.
Warnings: modern!au. Explicit MM sex; voyeurism; mild BDSM.
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin.
Summary: These were three words which Merlin Emrys had never expected to say to a gorgeous man, he had never had the self-confidence to just take whatever he wanted.
"I need you."
These were three words which Merlin Emrys had never expected to say to a gorgeous man, he had never had the self-confidence to just take whatever he wanted. Plus the man standing in front of him was stunningly gorgeous; six foot five and built, with light brown hair, grey eyes and golden skin. Next to Brett London he felt like nothing more than a plain, scrawny, archeology graduate who had been rambling around Castell Coch for the past five months.
"What's wrong Lil'bit?" Brett asked in his usual deep American baritone, and even though it wasn't exactly the most flattering of nicknames Merlin was to busy drooling over himself to care.
"I need to - um - ..." He waved his hand absently down the hall, trying desperately to find a way to convey that he needed the portrait of King Cadwgan Vaughn 1634-1642 down off the wall so he could take a sample of the canvas. "... - um - picture ... Cadwgan."
Brett rose an eyebrow and grinned gently at him, obviously deciding that the young man in his presence was a half-wit.
"You need my help with Cadwgan?" he asked, reaching out a strong hand to squeeze Merlin's shoulder.
"Yes," answered Merlin, taking two deep breaths to regain his composure. "I-I need to get his portrait off the drawing room wall, its too heavy for me on my own and the footmen are all down in Forest Fawr with the King gathering hawthorn for Calan Mai."
That got him a small chuckle from the other man, who began striding down the hallway towards the drawing room leaving Merlin following in his wake.
"Cadwgan, he's the one with the eyebrows right?" asked Brett, nodding at the huge portrait over the fireplace of the brooding Cadwgan who had indeed the thickest eyebrows Merlin had ever seen.
"Yeah thats him," said Merlin, moving over to where he had already set out his tools on the card table. "Why aren't you in Fawr?"
He watched as Brett lifted the portrait, frame and all, from the wall as if it weighed nothing and placing it gently on the table beside him.
"Its my day off," he answered, wiping the dust from his palms onto his dark blue jeans leaving hand prints on his upper thighs. "I do get days off you know?"
It didn't seem very likely, the King had only been back in Wales for three months and in that time it seemed that his bodyguard had barely left his side. Merlin understood the need for 24/7 protection especially since the man had nearly died when terroists had attacked him in Ailen, but it seemed strange that everything had been scaled back overnight.
"Oh," he whispered. "I just thought that since you and the King are such good friends - um - what I mean to say is that you've got a close working relationship ..."
There had been rumors, as was want to happen in large households, that Brett shared the King's bed on a regular basis. Merlin had personally dismissed them as nothing more than the talk of bored maids, after all Brett did have quite the reputation, not that it didn't stop him from fantasizing about both beautiful men from time to time. At that thought he felt warmth on his neck and cheeks, and he quickly ducked his head to hide his embarrasment.
"It would be against proprietary for me to be seen with the King in a social setting," answered Brett cheerfully, beginning to carefully disconnect the frame on one side of the portrait. "Also its my job to oversee security for our incoming guest."
This surprised Merlin, he hadn't been informed that there was going to be another member in the household anytime soon. Castell Coch was already full to bursting with the King and his entourage in Caerdydd, since his permanent residence was Carreg Cennen in the Bannau Brycheiniog to the north. What with Lady Lowri and the King living in the Keep, a temporary residence had been created in gallery for the King's personal staff. Now with someone else coming into the castle, somebody important enough to warrant security, it was going to be cramped.
"So where will they be staying?" He tried to make it sound nonchalent, but with the colour still staining his pale skin he knew that he didn't quite hit the mark.
Brett let out a soft chuckle and gently squeezed Merlin's shoulder again as he made his way towards the door.
"He'll be staying on the ground floor of the Keep," he answered, leaning against the doorway momentarily to look back. "See you around Lil'bit."