Wrong, Merlin, NC-17
Fandom: Merlin
Title: Wrong
Pairing/Characters: Merlin/Morgana/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Summary: Um...I could make something up, but it's mostly just porn...a little magic gives both Morgana and Merlin something that they want.
A/Ns & Warnings: For mutelorelei for her generosity. Threesome, het...I have no suitable icons.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Or at all.
Merlin was doomed. Doomed. And this time, he was fairly certain that Gaius wasn't going to be saving him. Nor would Arthur. Judging from the way the prince was stalking toward him, he'd be lucky if Arthur didn't kill him himself.
Morgana draped herself over Merlin's back and Merlin stiffened, stepping away, trying to find a way out of this.
The problem was, he wasn't even sure what this was.
Magic gone awry, of course. That much he knew. He'd felt it coming, got between it and Morgana only instead of defending her from it, he'd gotten all splattered with it too. In fact, it was still puddling around the room and Arthur just barged through it, like he didn't even know it was there.
Arthur stopped an arm's reach away, cocking his head. "Merlin, I've been looking for you."
Merlin pried Morgana's fingers off his arm and pushed her away. "I am right here, sire."
Arthur looked at Morgana. "Why are you in Morgana's bed chamber?"
"He's here because I called for him." Morgana said, evading Merlin's hand and pressing herself against him. "Isn't that so, Merlin?"
"I…ah, there was…I heard a noise, sire." Merlin licked his lips and tried to clear his head because it was filling with images that were not conducive to talking his way out of this. Morgana's hands slid up to grasp his face, turning his head. He started when her mouth touched his, her lips opening, her tongue demanding.
He pushed her away, only to find Arthur right there, his hand in her hair, turning her face to his. Morgana melted against him as he kissed her, moaning obscenely. Merlin's heart tightened, jealousy blooming in his stomach, wanting to be the one kissing Morgana…wanting to be the one kissing Arthur.
Which, wasn't exactly unusual in the grander scheme of things, but generally he managed to keep that to himself because along with the whole idea of magic, it was only going to land him in a cell at best, and at worst…well, hung.
None of which explained exactly why Merlin stepped in behind Morgana, his body against hers, his mouth seeking out the skin at the base of her neck. He had no business touching her this way.
The spell tingled at his awareness, but he was distracted by the warmth of her skin, by the way her body moved against his. Arthur's hand found Merlin's face, drawing him closer and Merlin couldn't breathe as those royal lips found his, damp and heated and Merlin's heart thundered in his chest, trying to pull him out of the moment, but the only pulling was Morgana's hand on his arm, dragging the both of them toward the bed.
When Arthur released him and they both turned toward her, Morgana was dropping her nightgown, her hand ghosting over her nakedness, her eyes lifting. For a long moment, Merlin stared, fighting the pull, but when Arthur moved toward her, Merlin did as well.
Morgana climbed up onto the bed, sliding back into the shadows. Arthur followed, shedding his own clothes, tossing them at Merlin. Arthur straddled over Morgana who turned her head and held out her hand. "Merlin…"
"I…" He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. This was…wrong. Her hand lay on the blanket, her fingers curled in beckoning him.
Merlin leaned in, kissing her hand, then moving to kiss up her arm. Morgana's hand moved with him, cupping to his face and guiding him to her lips. Arthur moved away, kissing down her body, pausing to lick and suck at her breast. Morgana arched under them, her legs spreading. Her hand guided Merlin's hand down, over stomach and cupped it to the naked space between her thighs, her fingers pressing on his until he felt her slick skin give way and together their fingers penetrated her sex.
Morgana moaned and Arthur lifted up, licking over Merlin's open mouth, into it, until he was kissing Merlin again. Merlin was breathless. "Too many clothes." Arthur murmured to him.
"Yes, sire." Merlin tried to pull at his clothes, but Morgana's hands and Arthur's hands were yanking at them, ripping them until his tunic gave way and two sets of lips were pressed to his bare skin, sucking and nipping and pulling Merlin down between them. "Sire…I…"
"Talk too much." Arthur finished for him, his hands sliding into Merlin's pants.
Morgana lifted up, her hair cascading over him, tickling his skin as her lips crushed against his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, then over his lips and onto his chest. Arthur's mouth was busy too, working over Merlin's stomach as his hands pushed Merlin's pants down. Merlin gasped when Arthur's mouth touched skin no one had ever touched. When his tongue slid up the skin of Merlin's cock, Merlin cried out and tried to pull away, but Morgana's body pressed into his, her leg sliding over his chest until she was sitting on him, straddling over his stomach.
Arthur's mouth slipped up his cock, leaving him slick and wet as Arthur moved up, kissing over Morgana's back. His hands moved to her hips, tugging her back until Merlin's cock was sliding along her wetness.
Morgana's head fell back against Arthur's shoulder, his lips turning to her long neck as his hands circled around her waist and one slid down between her legs to Merlin's cock, holding the tip and sliding it through her slick slit, holding him in place as Morgana sank downward.
Merlin grabbed at blankets, lifting up off the bed in an effort to move away, but the weight of the two of them held him down. He forced his eyes open, his mouth opening and closing again.
This shouldn't be happening. He panted, trying to make words…he needed them to know this wasn't right…this was…Merlin shook his head…not sure what exactly this was. It felt incredibly good. That much he knew.
Morgana rose up and pushed back down. Arthur's fingers brushed his cock, rubbing Morgana and making her moan. She leaned forward, her hair covering Merlin's chest as her lips closed over his left nipple. Her body moved over him, riding up and down him while he panted and swallowed and fought down the urge to thrust up.
He knew his place. Except that he didn't know what was going on here.
That was ever more true when Arthur disappeared behind Morgana and Merlin felt his tongue…on his thighs…then as Morgana lifted up, on his cock, his balls. "Sire…"
"Merlin." Morgana's voice was sultry and her eyes glowed golden as she leaned over Merlin, her mouth open. Her breath smelled like mint and rosemary and something else…something like sex. Merlin could feel the magic as he breathed it in, as her mouth closed over his. It filled him, awakening every cell in his body, breaking down his ability to think.
Arthur's fingers caressed over his balls and Morgana's lips slipped from his, sliding to his ear, whispering.
Then she was lifting off him and Arthur's cock was touching Merlin's rubbing along side his and Morgana bent forward. She gasped as Arthur entered her, her hands gripping Merlin's shoulders and clinging tightly as Arthur thrust into her.
"Arthur."
Merlin reached up, pushing hair out of her face, drawing her down to kiss. His cock brushed against her as Arthur rocked them together, making Merlin gasp.
"More." Morgana murmured, kissing frantically at Merlin. "Not enough."
She pulled off Arthur and pushed herself back onto Merlin. Arthur growled possessively, his hands pulling on her. "More." Morgana said again, her hands moving to pull Arthur in, and Merlin could feel him, his cock…the tip of it brushed over Merlin's cock. "More." Morgana stilled, leaning forward again and then Arthur seemed to understand, his hand on her back, pressing her forward as his other hand guided his cock.
Morgana's open mouth touched Merlin's shoulder, her teeth grazing flesh. Arthur's cock pressed in against his. Morgana pushed back against him.
Arthur groaned deeply as he sank into her. Morgana's body clenched around them and Merlin's cock twitched. "Oh…" Heat flushed as he came, and Morgana rocked back into Arthur.
Arthur thrust forward into her, and Morgana bit into Merlin's skin as she climaxed. Arthur's groan as he came shook the three of them, his come bathing Merlin's cock before he pulled back and away.
Morgana slid off Merlin, pulling Arthur in to lay beside her, kissing over his face. "Morgana…?" Arthur shook his head, sitting up with a frown. "Merlin?"
Morgana sat up, reaching for him, her mouth moving. Arthur blinked, then slowly let Morgana guide him back down to the bed. She kissed him and whispered to him until his eyes closed, his head on her shoulder, one hand splayed over her stomach. She turned to Merlin then, her eyes sparkling. "I only wanted one night, Merlin. He won't remember come morning."
"Morgana…I…"
She kissed him fervently. "Please, give me this."
Merlin inhaled deeply, feeling the magic dissipate. "On one condition. Tell me why."
"Why?"
Merlin let one hand cover Arthur's. "Why both of us?"
She smiled, smoothing the hair on Arthur's forehead. "I should think it obvious, Merlin." She smiled softly. "Arthur loves you. It was easier to draw him in with you involved."
"Arthur…what?" Merlin shook his head and got up out of the bed, looking for his clothes. "Please. Arthur is…a prat. Who loves humiliating me."
Morgana slipped from the bed, drawing on her robe before she came to him, his face in her hands. "He does that because he doesn't know what else to do with his feelings."
"No." Merlin shook his head. "Morgana, he doesn't…he…can't." He picked up his tunic and covered himself with it. "This is wrong. Magic shouldn't be used like this."
"I wanted to give this to you too, Merlin. It wasn't just for me."
Merlin turned to where Arthur lay sleeping. The prince looked peaceful laying there. "He won't remember?"
Morgana smiled softly. "Not a thing, provided he's in his own bed before dawn." She took Merlin's tunic from his hands. "Hours until dawn. Go, Merlin."
He shook his head and held out his hand. "Come, my lady."
Together they went back to the bed, sliding in, surrounding Arthur between them. Arthur stirred. Morgana whispered in his ear and Arthur's eyes opened. "Sire."
"Merlin…talk too much." Arthur's lips closed over Merlin's. His tongue was demanding, pushing into Merlin's mouth.
Merlin's heart sped up, his hands sliding onto Arthur's skin. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed. Magic tingled against his skin and Merlin surrendered into it, into the feeling of his prince's hands on his skin.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
It was wrong.
And as Arthur's body slid over his, his lips touching Merlin's skin, and Merlin flushed with desire, he decided just this once, he maybe didn't care that it was wrong.
Title: Wrong
Pairing/Characters: Merlin/Morgana/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Summary: Um...I could make something up, but it's mostly just porn...a little magic gives both Morgana and Merlin something that they want.
A/Ns & Warnings: For mutelorelei for her generosity. Threesome, het...I have no suitable icons.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Or at all.
Merlin was doomed. Doomed. And this time, he was fairly certain that Gaius wasn't going to be saving him. Nor would Arthur. Judging from the way the prince was stalking toward him, he'd be lucky if Arthur didn't kill him himself.
Morgana draped herself over Merlin's back and Merlin stiffened, stepping away, trying to find a way out of this.
The problem was, he wasn't even sure what this was.
Magic gone awry, of course. That much he knew. He'd felt it coming, got between it and Morgana only instead of defending her from it, he'd gotten all splattered with it too. In fact, it was still puddling around the room and Arthur just barged through it, like he didn't even know it was there.
Arthur stopped an arm's reach away, cocking his head. "Merlin, I've been looking for you."
Merlin pried Morgana's fingers off his arm and pushed her away. "I am right here, sire."
Arthur looked at Morgana. "Why are you in Morgana's bed chamber?"
"He's here because I called for him." Morgana said, evading Merlin's hand and pressing herself against him. "Isn't that so, Merlin?"
"I…ah, there was…I heard a noise, sire." Merlin licked his lips and tried to clear his head because it was filling with images that were not conducive to talking his way out of this. Morgana's hands slid up to grasp his face, turning his head. He started when her mouth touched his, her lips opening, her tongue demanding.
He pushed her away, only to find Arthur right there, his hand in her hair, turning her face to his. Morgana melted against him as he kissed her, moaning obscenely. Merlin's heart tightened, jealousy blooming in his stomach, wanting to be the one kissing Morgana…wanting to be the one kissing Arthur.
Which, wasn't exactly unusual in the grander scheme of things, but generally he managed to keep that to himself because along with the whole idea of magic, it was only going to land him in a cell at best, and at worst…well, hung.
None of which explained exactly why Merlin stepped in behind Morgana, his body against hers, his mouth seeking out the skin at the base of her neck. He had no business touching her this way.
The spell tingled at his awareness, but he was distracted by the warmth of her skin, by the way her body moved against his. Arthur's hand found Merlin's face, drawing him closer and Merlin couldn't breathe as those royal lips found his, damp and heated and Merlin's heart thundered in his chest, trying to pull him out of the moment, but the only pulling was Morgana's hand on his arm, dragging the both of them toward the bed.
When Arthur released him and they both turned toward her, Morgana was dropping her nightgown, her hand ghosting over her nakedness, her eyes lifting. For a long moment, Merlin stared, fighting the pull, but when Arthur moved toward her, Merlin did as well.
Morgana climbed up onto the bed, sliding back into the shadows. Arthur followed, shedding his own clothes, tossing them at Merlin. Arthur straddled over Morgana who turned her head and held out her hand. "Merlin…"
"I…" He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. This was…wrong. Her hand lay on the blanket, her fingers curled in beckoning him.
Merlin leaned in, kissing her hand, then moving to kiss up her arm. Morgana's hand moved with him, cupping to his face and guiding him to her lips. Arthur moved away, kissing down her body, pausing to lick and suck at her breast. Morgana arched under them, her legs spreading. Her hand guided Merlin's hand down, over stomach and cupped it to the naked space between her thighs, her fingers pressing on his until he felt her slick skin give way and together their fingers penetrated her sex.
Morgana moaned and Arthur lifted up, licking over Merlin's open mouth, into it, until he was kissing Merlin again. Merlin was breathless. "Too many clothes." Arthur murmured to him.
"Yes, sire." Merlin tried to pull at his clothes, but Morgana's hands and Arthur's hands were yanking at them, ripping them until his tunic gave way and two sets of lips were pressed to his bare skin, sucking and nipping and pulling Merlin down between them. "Sire…I…"
"Talk too much." Arthur finished for him, his hands sliding into Merlin's pants.
Morgana lifted up, her hair cascading over him, tickling his skin as her lips crushed against his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, then over his lips and onto his chest. Arthur's mouth was busy too, working over Merlin's stomach as his hands pushed Merlin's pants down. Merlin gasped when Arthur's mouth touched skin no one had ever touched. When his tongue slid up the skin of Merlin's cock, Merlin cried out and tried to pull away, but Morgana's body pressed into his, her leg sliding over his chest until she was sitting on him, straddling over his stomach.
Arthur's mouth slipped up his cock, leaving him slick and wet as Arthur moved up, kissing over Morgana's back. His hands moved to her hips, tugging her back until Merlin's cock was sliding along her wetness.
Morgana's head fell back against Arthur's shoulder, his lips turning to her long neck as his hands circled around her waist and one slid down between her legs to Merlin's cock, holding the tip and sliding it through her slick slit, holding him in place as Morgana sank downward.
Merlin grabbed at blankets, lifting up off the bed in an effort to move away, but the weight of the two of them held him down. He forced his eyes open, his mouth opening and closing again.
This shouldn't be happening. He panted, trying to make words…he needed them to know this wasn't right…this was…Merlin shook his head…not sure what exactly this was. It felt incredibly good. That much he knew.
Morgana rose up and pushed back down. Arthur's fingers brushed his cock, rubbing Morgana and making her moan. She leaned forward, her hair covering Merlin's chest as her lips closed over his left nipple. Her body moved over him, riding up and down him while he panted and swallowed and fought down the urge to thrust up.
He knew his place. Except that he didn't know what was going on here.
That was ever more true when Arthur disappeared behind Morgana and Merlin felt his tongue…on his thighs…then as Morgana lifted up, on his cock, his balls. "Sire…"
"Merlin." Morgana's voice was sultry and her eyes glowed golden as she leaned over Merlin, her mouth open. Her breath smelled like mint and rosemary and something else…something like sex. Merlin could feel the magic as he breathed it in, as her mouth closed over his. It filled him, awakening every cell in his body, breaking down his ability to think.
Arthur's fingers caressed over his balls and Morgana's lips slipped from his, sliding to his ear, whispering.
Then she was lifting off him and Arthur's cock was touching Merlin's rubbing along side his and Morgana bent forward. She gasped as Arthur entered her, her hands gripping Merlin's shoulders and clinging tightly as Arthur thrust into her.
"Arthur."
Merlin reached up, pushing hair out of her face, drawing her down to kiss. His cock brushed against her as Arthur rocked them together, making Merlin gasp.
"More." Morgana murmured, kissing frantically at Merlin. "Not enough."
She pulled off Arthur and pushed herself back onto Merlin. Arthur growled possessively, his hands pulling on her. "More." Morgana said again, her hands moving to pull Arthur in, and Merlin could feel him, his cock…the tip of it brushed over Merlin's cock. "More." Morgana stilled, leaning forward again and then Arthur seemed to understand, his hand on her back, pressing her forward as his other hand guided his cock.
Morgana's open mouth touched Merlin's shoulder, her teeth grazing flesh. Arthur's cock pressed in against his. Morgana pushed back against him.
Arthur groaned deeply as he sank into her. Morgana's body clenched around them and Merlin's cock twitched. "Oh…" Heat flushed as he came, and Morgana rocked back into Arthur.
Arthur thrust forward into her, and Morgana bit into Merlin's skin as she climaxed. Arthur's groan as he came shook the three of them, his come bathing Merlin's cock before he pulled back and away.
Morgana slid off Merlin, pulling Arthur in to lay beside her, kissing over his face. "Morgana…?" Arthur shook his head, sitting up with a frown. "Merlin?"
Morgana sat up, reaching for him, her mouth moving. Arthur blinked, then slowly let Morgana guide him back down to the bed. She kissed him and whispered to him until his eyes closed, his head on her shoulder, one hand splayed over her stomach. She turned to Merlin then, her eyes sparkling. "I only wanted one night, Merlin. He won't remember come morning."
"Morgana…I…"
She kissed him fervently. "Please, give me this."
Merlin inhaled deeply, feeling the magic dissipate. "On one condition. Tell me why."
"Why?"
Merlin let one hand cover Arthur's. "Why both of us?"
She smiled, smoothing the hair on Arthur's forehead. "I should think it obvious, Merlin." She smiled softly. "Arthur loves you. It was easier to draw him in with you involved."
"Arthur…what?" Merlin shook his head and got up out of the bed, looking for his clothes. "Please. Arthur is…a prat. Who loves humiliating me."
Morgana slipped from the bed, drawing on her robe before she came to him, his face in her hands. "He does that because he doesn't know what else to do with his feelings."
"No." Merlin shook his head. "Morgana, he doesn't…he…can't." He picked up his tunic and covered himself with it. "This is wrong. Magic shouldn't be used like this."
"I wanted to give this to you too, Merlin. It wasn't just for me."
Merlin turned to where Arthur lay sleeping. The prince looked peaceful laying there. "He won't remember?"
Morgana smiled softly. "Not a thing, provided he's in his own bed before dawn." She took Merlin's tunic from his hands. "Hours until dawn. Go, Merlin."
He shook his head and held out his hand. "Come, my lady."
Together they went back to the bed, sliding in, surrounding Arthur between them. Arthur stirred. Morgana whispered in his ear and Arthur's eyes opened. "Sire."
"Merlin…talk too much." Arthur's lips closed over Merlin's. His tongue was demanding, pushing into Merlin's mouth.
Merlin's heart sped up, his hands sliding onto Arthur's skin. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed. Magic tingled against his skin and Merlin surrendered into it, into the feeling of his prince's hands on his skin.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
It was wrong.
And as Arthur's body slid over his, his lips touching Merlin's skin, and Merlin flushed with desire, he decided just this once, he maybe didn't care that it was wrong.