Wants and Needs: Epilogue
Title: Wants and Needs
Pairing: Arthur/OC, Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Word Count: ~3100
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just take them out to play every now and again. No copyright infringement intended
Summary: Happy ending
Warnings: sex, sex, sex
Wants and Needs
Epilogue
The bond between the two men swelled and encompassed them, flowing through their veins like an unstoppable fire. Both men moaned simultaneously, and their combined sound drove them deeper into the other’s mouth.
“Merlin, I think we should go upstairs.” Arthur whispered afraid of breaking the moment between them, but needing more. He needed to be closer, he needed more skin, more touch, and most of all, he needed both of them to be naked and in a warm bed as quickly as possible. “This door is wide open, and….”
“Yes!” Merlin agreed. Then Merlin grabbed Arthur’s tunic just as Arthur latched onto Merlin’s shoulder. Arthur realized they must have made quite a sight as they tripped and stumbled up the small stone stairs tucked behind some book shelves, neither willing to relinquish their hold upon the other. But they managed to make it to the top of the curved stairs without falling, and Arthur took a moment to look around at the room. That is, if it could actually be called a room because the whole thing was no more than 7 feet high at the center, and the ceiling sloped sharply in to the walls until the whole room felt like a round cone. It contained one very small bed, a stool which stood next to it, and tucked into a tiny spot under an eave was a small fireplace. The entire room was cold and drafty, and it seemed as though Merlin had chosen the most uncomfortable site in the whole castle to claim as his bedroom.
“Just exactly how are we supposed to fit in that?” Arthur asked exasperatedly. “There’s no way two grown men could possibly do anything in that -- that, cot! We need a real bed. Can’t you just …” Arthur made wild waving motions with his hands, “I don’t know, make a new bed?”
“Make a bed?” Merlin asked him incredulously. “No Arthur. I can’t just make something appear out of thin air. At least, I don’t think I can. The best I could possibly do is command a mattress come to me, but unless you want the entire castle to panic at the sight of a mattress floating through the passageways, I can’t just make a new bed appear. No matter how much I waved my hands,” Merlin stated as he imitated Arthur’s flailing arms from a moment ago.
“Well, you must be able to do something. I mean, you’re supposed to be the most powerful wizard ever, so how do you know you can’t do something if you won’t even try?” Arthur whined. He wasn’t pouting, he declared to himself. Kings don’t pout, but there was no way he could see both Merlin and himself doing anything on that tiny excuse for a bed.
“Wait. Are you demanding I perform magic for you?” Merlin asked looking scandalized.
“No. Yes. I mean, I’m not demanding it, but I would like to see you, you know, do something,” Arthur replied uncomfortably.
“Magic” Merlin said. “You want to see me do magic.”
Arthur raised his head and looked Merlin straight in the eyes. “Yes,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
“No Merlin. I’m just saying this because it seems as though this is the most perfect opportunity to interrupt what we were doing. Of course I’m sure!” Arthur snapped.
“Well. I think, maybe … I mean, I could try,” Merlin muttered looking very uncomfortable. He stretched his hand toward the bed and exclaimed in a deep voice “Gemiclian riscþýfel!”
The small bed doubled in size until it took up most of the attic. Merlin looked back at Arthur and was surprised to see the look on his face. Merlin had seen that look on Arthur’s face before, but it usually was something he associated with Arthur during a hunt, or perhaps in the midst of a tournament. Arthur looked completely focused and excited. Merlin realized Arthur wasn’t afraid of his magic anymore. In fact, he realized, Arthur wasn’t afraid of him. Merlin’s heart began to pound with this new found knowledge. It was one thing for Arthur to accept his magic, It was quite another for Arthur to maybe, perhaps, like his magic. He began to believe that Arthur might really care about him with his magic, not despite of it.
“Do something else,” Arthur whispered thickly.
“All right,” Merlin replied tentatively. “Forbearnan” he said as he pointed to the small fireplace. A fire burst into flames, and the firelight began to dance along the sloped ceiling and walls, surrounding them in a warm glow.
Arthur turned toward Merlin, a feral gleam shining in his eyes. He tried not to move too quickly, and he tried to stay gentle and reassuring, but his need drove him forward into Merlin’s lips. The spike Arthur felt as they kissed filled him with a fire he'd never felt before. It felt as though they weren’t on opposite sides of the coin anymore. Now they were the same coin.
Arthur drew back and watched Merlin's eyes. He smiled softly and reassuringly, and then leaned back and pulled off his tunic before returning to Merlin. Carefully, he took Merlin's top off, and let it fall to the ground.
In the blueness of the moonlight peeping in through the tiny window, Arthur watched Merlin return his smile, and then reach up to grasp Arthur’s head and pull him slowly back down for another kiss; stronger this time, more demanding, more certain. Then Arthur realized that Merlin was hard. He was hard and rubbing against his thigh. A moaning sound came from somewhere deep inside of Arthur, and he had no idea where it came from. He felt it rising from deep in his bones until it surged upward up through his lips and into Merlin mouth.
Their noses butted, and their tongues wriggled slowly together in an endless, teasing, gentle dance. Merlin's hand was in his hair, and on his shoulders, and on his back all at the same time, and then...
And then, they were finally naked, and a little breathless from laughing and the struggle to 'help' each other untie their breeches. They grinned, and both moved at the same time, bringing their naked bodies tightly back together. Their lips met in a crushingly passionate kiss, tongues clashing, teeth nibbling. Their arms wrapped around each other, hands urgently seeking, palms kneading, fingers teasing. As Arthur fell towards the bed, he pulled Merlin on top of him. At first Arthur tensed when he felt Merlin’s weight hold him down, but Merlin’s hands and lips quickly distracted him. Nevertheless, Merlin noticed his momentary discomfort.
"Is this okay for you?” Merlin asked quietly. He was holding most of his weight on his arms, so as not to scare Arthur, and only kept their groins touching. Then he rolled his hips, rocking his cock seductively against Arthur's, and lowered his head to Arthur’s mouth.
Arthur moaned into the kiss, and after a while considered moving his hands. Cupping Merlin's butt gently in his palms, he gave a tentative squeeze. When Merlin groaned into his mouth, and added a twist to the next move of his hips, Arthur grew bolder.
He began to stoke Merlin’s arse and thighs, occasionally moving his hand up to brush against Merlin’s nipples. All the while, he was kissing him so deeply he felt like he was breathing in the air that was leaving Merlin.
Merlin trailed his hand slowly lower; over Arthur's firm chest, over one dark nipple, lower and lower towards his stomach. Arthur's skin felt so good, so deliciously hot it made Merlin’s fingers tingle, his magic vibrating with want just under his skin. He leaned in to breathe against Arthur's lips, "I'll stop if you want me to."
“Don’t make me threaten you Merlin. Now MOVE!” Arthur commanded, thrusting his hips upward to rub against Merlin’s groin. All of a sudden Arthur felt dizzy. He liked kissing, and he liked the way Merlin was squirming against him. He liked the heat he could feel coming off Merlin's cock. He liked the fact that he was hard, and that Merlin wasn't hiding it from him. Arthur liked that he wasn't scared of that hardness. That he wasn't trying to hide again either. Or run away.
“Wait. Wait we need ….”
What?” Arthur asked annoyed with the interruption.
“Onbregdan” Merlin commanded as his eyes flashed golden. Arthur gasped in surprise as a small vial of oil flew into Merlin’s hands.
"What's that for? Oh…" Arthur remembered. “It’s like the stuff from the pool.”
"Yes, it’s for me. I need it to, well to, open myself. Stretch me so that I can, you know… Here just let me to this." Merlin opened the bottle and poured some of the oil onto his fingers. He lifted himself up off of Arthur reached behind himself and began to rub the oil onto his hole.
“Wait, are you? I mean, you're not going to take me?” Arthur asked.
“Take you?” Merlin repeated “Arthur I'm not, I mean why would I… You want this don't you?” Merlin asked confusion shining from his eyes. “I thought this was what you wanted,” Merlin whispered as he started to lift himself off of Arthur. Arthur grabbed him and stopped him from moving away.
"No I want this I need to this I… I just thought that, well that, I would be the one to, you know… I'd be the one receiving,” Arthur stuttered.
"Why?” Merlin asked. "If this is what we both want, why would you be the only one … I mean, this is us together. Equals, you know. I want this just as much as you do. I’ve wanted this longer, too. This isn’t about owning you, or controlling you Arthur, any more than you own or control me."
"Like I have ever been able to control you,” Arthur scoffed. “I know that we’re... I know, I just assumed that I was supposed to, I mean I thought that that this is how it was supposed to go," Arthur said sheepishly.
“Why?” Merlin repeated. “This isn't like before. This is just us being together. But if you're not ready for this, if this isn't…"
“I want this,” Arthur stated as clearly as he could, because at that very moment everything came together in a blinding flash of understanding. He realized that being naked and vulnerable with Merlin wasn't the same as being naked and powerless while Morgana forced him to perform. He was here because this is where the wanted to be more than any other place in the world. He wanted to be naked and vulnerable with Merlin, because he knew was safe here. He was safe and known and loved here in this bed with Merlin.
Merlin watched as the emotions played across Arthur’s face. He knew that Arthur had never, ever, been very good at expressing this wants and desires, but this was too precious for him to risk. He needed Arthur to say the words. He needed to know that this was what Arthur really wanted.
Merlin sat up in the deep into Arthur's eyes. "This is it for me Arthur. You are it for me. I’ll never love anyone else. You need to understand that. You, here in my bed, in me, this is what I've wanted for so very long. But you need to be sure Arthur. Know what we are doing here, because if we screw this up things will never be the same. I don't just want a quick fuck Arthur. I love you. This can cost us everything if we’re not careful. So you need to be sure Arthur. Very sure about what is really happening here. I love you, and you know I’ll do anything for you, even leave you alone if that’s what you need ….”
"NO! I love you too." The words were torn from Arthur's mouth raw and needy. "Remember that. I love you, and that's not going to change. Believe me when I say I want you. I fought against these feelings as long as I could. But I can't deny it, us, any longer. I want you Merlin. I want you in my bed and in my life, forever. I don’t know what this will cost us, but whatever comes up, we’ll handle it, together. Don’t try and tell me what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt this close, this connected to anyone. And this isn’t some kind of enchantment. I know you now, and you know me; all of me. And you need to believe that I love you just as much as you love me. You just realized it before me, that’s all. This is real Merlin. What we have is precious. Can’t you see that?"
"Are you sure?” Merlin asked once again.
"Don't make me threaten you again Merlin. For once, can't you just do as I ask?” Arthur demanded.
"Always with the threats," Merlin grinned.
"Come to think of it, the site of you in the stocks would never be the same." Arthur teased back, relaxing now that he had finally found the courage to say what had needed to be said out loud.
"I don't think you're ready for that Arthur" Merlin chided. "In fact, I don't think I'll ever be ready for that."
"No, of course not," Arthur rushed to reassure him. “This is just between us. This is just for us, alone. I would never…"
"I know Arthur. I know." Merlin said with a smile. “I believe you. I believe in you; in us.” Merlin finally understood, and gave in to what they were to each other.
"Now, where were we? Oh, yes, we were about to make love, since you asked so nicely."
Merlin leaned backward still straddling Arthur's legs, and braced himself on one hand. With the other he began stretching and preparing himself. He felt a bit decadent doing this in front of Arthur's eyes, but as he watched Arthur for any sign of discomfort, he realized that Arthur truly did want this as much as he did. They both wanted to be joined as closely as humanly possible. Merlin closed his eyes as felt Arthur’s cock press up against his hole. Slowly, he lowered himself until Arthur’s cock filled him completely.
“You’re glowing” Arthur whispered, and Merlin opened his golden eyes. He looked up at the wall and he could see his own golden glow join the firelight and shadows dancing along the wall behind Arthurs head. Merlin ever so slowly began to move. Arthur hands kept moving, touching everything he could reach. Arthur sat up and pressed his nose in Merlin’s neck until all he could see, smell, and feel was Merlin.
Merlin felt it when Arthur finally let himself go. They both needed this. All of the awkwardness between them seemed to vanish. Time seemed to stop and rush forward all at once. Then Merlin started to move. He increased his rhythm steadily, getting louder and more vocal. "Come on, Arthur. Yes, there yes." Arthur grunted, pushing his hips upwards, his hands kneading Merlin ass-cheeks. Instinctively, Arthur bent his knees, pressing in on Merlin from behind while embraced Merlin, making sure that their bodies were touching as much as possible as Merlin slid up and down his legs, slick with sweat.
"Shite, Arthur," he whispered, pressing his face against Arthur, rubbing their cheeks together. "Oh, you feel so good...” He did feel good - good and increasingly hard. Merlin couldn’t even remember why he thought Arthur would have trouble reacting to his touch.
Arthur had trouble believing it was all happening. Arthur had to touch, had to feel... Arthur squeezed his hand between their bodies, brushing Merlin sensitive nipples. As Merlin gasped in pleasure, Arthur pushed his hand downward until it grasped Merlin's hard cock. His other arm remained wrapped around Merlin's body, pressing him in as tightly as he could manage
Their bodies found a rhythm as old as time. Every stroke and every shudder aroused Arthur to new heights. Merlin couldn’t hold back any longer. He had dreamt of this moment so many times, but now that he was here, now that they were both here, Merlin realized his dreams had never even come close to the sensation of Arthur filling him. His movements became more frantic as Arthur thrust forward to meet him.
They couldn’t last long. With a cry, Merlin spilled Arthur's hand and stomach. Arthur immediately followed, pressing Merlin close, while shudders travelled his entire body. Arthur felt his muscles relax as a delicious peace filled him. Merlin's head, which he had thrown back as his orgasm reached its crest, slumped forward on into Arthur's neck. For a moment, they basked in the aftermath. When Arthur lay back down on the bed Merlin rolled to Arthur's side, tucked his body next to Arthur; their arms and legs still entwined.
“You were right,” was all Merlin whispered as sleep overtook them both.
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Arthur awoke a candle-mark later, their bodies covered in sweat and cum, their limbs still entwined. He would talk to Gwen, he thought. Try to make her understand. Maybe Lancelot could help, since he was there when the whole thing happened. After all he was the one to explain it to Arthur back in the cave. Yes, first he’d talk to Lancelot, and then they'd both explain it to Gwen. They had to make her understand. She was still amazing, and he still loved her, but he was destined to be with Merlin. He knew that now.
This is how was supposed to be. Lying in his bed listening to Merlin’s soft snuffles (and just how could a grown man snuffle in his sleep? This isn't a snore, he thought. Arthur had heard plenty of snoring coming from the Knights who accompanied him on numerous hunts. He knew what a snore was - and this definitely wasn't a snore. No this was definitely a snuffle Arthur decided.)
That idiotic snuffle brought out every protective instinct Arthur ever had, and he knew he'd never want to spend another night not listening to this ridiculous, amazing, beloved - snuffle.
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