fic: My Arse or Yours
Title: My Arse or Yours
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Word count: 374
Summary: For the kinkme_merlin prompt My Ass or Yours. Arthur's done something wrong and, as usual, he wants Merlin to cover for him. Set in future!canon where Arthur knows about Merlin's magic.
"Well, it's my arse or yours," Arthur said, inching towards his hunting gear as if this fight had been won already.
Merlin scowled. "I would much prefer it was your arse, you know." He crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. Even though he worked for Arthur, the point was not that Arthur foisted off all responsibility onto him. He walked over, and sat pointedly on Arthur's riding clothes despite the fact that it wasn't very comfortable.
With a smile, Arthur attempted to swat him off. "Been thinking about my arse, Merlin?" No success. He was definitely going to have to cajole his manservant into this one. "How about I make you a deal?" He offered, "You cover for me and I'll let you off cleaning duties for a day. No, a week." He thought that was quite generous of him, given how much mess turned up in a week.
"Arthur, have you forgotten?" Merlin held out his arm. He didn't even need to say any words and the broom leapt to life, brushing away. "It doesn't really take that much effort. So no deal."
Oh. Arthur had forgotten. He looked a little sheepish as the broom smugly (he didn't know how he could even tell that it was smug) dealt with a spider with a THWACK before settling into its corner again. He racked his brain for a better idea, but Merlin came up with one first.
"How about I make you a deal?" Merlin stood up - although ensuring that he was still between Arthur and his gear - "You know, if I cover for you, I'll be far too tired and grumpy after being in the stocks all day to look after your arse afterwards." He wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and slid his hands down to grope Arthur's admittedly nice buttocks.
Arthur inwardly groaned. Well bugger. He'd lost this one. Outwardly, he tried to maintain his dignity, even as he curled his arms around Merlin in return. "You didn't actually make me an offer, Merlin."
Merlin hummed, nuzzling his nose into Arthur's hair. "How about you and your arse take the blame for what was your fault and then you come back and you can have my arse?"
Hmm. That sounded amenable to Arthur.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Word count: 374
Summary: For the kinkme_merlin prompt My Ass or Yours. Arthur's done something wrong and, as usual, he wants Merlin to cover for him. Set in future!canon where Arthur knows about Merlin's magic.
"Well, it's my arse or yours," Arthur said, inching towards his hunting gear as if this fight had been won already.
Merlin scowled. "I would much prefer it was your arse, you know." He crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. Even though he worked for Arthur, the point was not that Arthur foisted off all responsibility onto him. He walked over, and sat pointedly on Arthur's riding clothes despite the fact that it wasn't very comfortable.
With a smile, Arthur attempted to swat him off. "Been thinking about my arse, Merlin?" No success. He was definitely going to have to cajole his manservant into this one. "How about I make you a deal?" He offered, "You cover for me and I'll let you off cleaning duties for a day. No, a week." He thought that was quite generous of him, given how much mess turned up in a week.
"Arthur, have you forgotten?" Merlin held out his arm. He didn't even need to say any words and the broom leapt to life, brushing away. "It doesn't really take that much effort. So no deal."
Oh. Arthur had forgotten. He looked a little sheepish as the broom smugly (he didn't know how he could even tell that it was smug) dealt with a spider with a THWACK before settling into its corner again. He racked his brain for a better idea, but Merlin came up with one first.
"How about I make you a deal?" Merlin stood up - although ensuring that he was still between Arthur and his gear - "You know, if I cover for you, I'll be far too tired and grumpy after being in the stocks all day to look after your arse afterwards." He wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and slid his hands down to grope Arthur's admittedly nice buttocks.
Arthur inwardly groaned. Well bugger. He'd lost this one. Outwardly, he tried to maintain his dignity, even as he curled his arms around Merlin in return. "You didn't actually make me an offer, Merlin."
Merlin hummed, nuzzling his nose into Arthur's hair. "How about you and your arse take the blame for what was your fault and then you come back and you can have my arse?"
Hmm. That sounded amenable to Arthur.