The Code of Chivalry
Title: The Code of Chivalry
Author: bellax_xmuerte
Words: Approx. 1,900
Pairing(s): Merlin/Gwaine. Arthur.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I played with the characters. I didn’t create them.
Summary: Fill for kinkme_merlin Gwaine and Merlin like their sex really rough. One day, Arthur catches them in the act and is worried that it's non-consensual on Merlin's part.
Warnings: Deals with consensual violence, a bit of blood and an angry Arthur. **Spoilers for 3x12. **
The Code of Chivalry
Compared to the mundane and dispassionate routines that Merlin is ordered to perform, every minute of everyday, his time with the newly allotted Sir Gwaine feels like igniting dynamite. In the stolen moments that they find together, in the castle’s dusty corners and empty rooms, their heart’s pound, their bodies drain and their rasping cries are converted into silence by wide, smothering palms.
It’s always the same, Gwaine pushing himself forcefully against Merlin’s back, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of his neck, his strong hands pressing him into the wall and yanking bluntly on his cock as the pain bursts straight through him and turns into white-hot pleasure. It had never been a gentle affair and more often that not there would be blood smeared on white, sun-deprived skin by the time they dressed.
The first time they fucked they were in a dirty tavern’s hired bedroom - the room already reeking of someone else’s sex and ale . Gwaine had never been shy and by the time the door had closed itself he’d been on Merlin, pushing him into the hard mattress and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Merlin was tipsy and desperate and turned on. They ground their bodies together and that had been that.
He’d fucked Will a few times back home and the only occasions worth remembering where those where his friend had gone overboard and accidentally hurt him. Tinges of pain lingering in his belly and at the tops of his arms. Will had never gone too far, and he preferred to lay gentle kisses, but whenever there was a sense of purpose in their sex Merlin’s pleasure was multiplied tenfold.
That past experience with his friend was the reason that Merlin had never been apprehensive with Gwaine- not even in that first night. He’d had more than a good start with Will and Gwaine was more than an accomplished lover, his hips just having a way of rutting tirelessly against his ass as his cock dragged itself in and out of Merlin’s aching body.
As soon as Gwaine had become ‘Sir Gwaine’ he’d moved into the castle, stalking Merlin hourly as he went about his dull chores. Stealing hurried kissed in coves, fucking on desks in vacant rooms and, if nothing else, breaking up the tedious monotony of castle life.
This is exactly what had been happening when Arthur found them in his chamber. Merlin had been cleaning the future king’s room and laying out his polished armour, as instructed, when Gwaine had burst in. Striding across the room, he grabbed the back of Merlin’s head and slammed him into Arthur’s desk. A porcelain jug shattering as it fell over, shards pressing into Merlin’s face as Gwaine forced his head onto the wood. It pricked the skin and a familiar ache of pleasure shot through them both as a moan escaped Merlin.
He ripped down Merlin’s trousers and pulled his own open. A slap falling harshly on Merlin’s soft cheeks as he spread his legs open and pressed his erection against the sorcerer’s thigh.
“By no means to be cruel..” Gwaine suddenly whispered, to which Merlin quickly responded, “but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy.”
Gwaine was a force to be reckoned with but he wasn’t a bastard and this practiced exchange of words ensured that Merlin wanted this as much as he did. No one was getting anything they didn’t want on his watch, he was a good man, an honest man. All Merlin had to do was respond with the wrong words or none at all and all of this stopped- even if he did have to force his dick back into his trousers and walk away in severe discomfort. That was the thing about Gwaine- he had good intentions.
Another thing about Gwaine was that he never locked doors. Merlin had often wanted to ask him if he’d been born in a barn but he always resisted because this was Gwaine and that automatically meant that there was a chance that he may have been.
It was when Gwaine thrust his un-lubricated cock into Merlin and a scream erupted that Arthur opened the door. The two men at the table lost in the moment as Gwaine held Merlin’s thin wrists down and pounded into him. The desk slowly moving across the floor with each new thrust. An oozing of blood leaking from Merlin’s ass as his erection bashed off the side of the table. Gwaine sinking his teeth into Merlin’s neck, Merlin pushing away from Gwaine.
Arthur’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the brutal scene before him. The broken jug, the ripped trousers, the blood, the sounds.
“WHAT’S GOING ON!!” Arthur bellowed as he slammed the door. Drawing his sword as he edged towards the table. The men bent over the desk freezing in shock.
Arthur raised his sword and held the point of the blade against the back of Gwaine’s neck. Beads of sweat rolling down the metal; disgusting Arthur.
“Get off him now and I may let you keep your head!” Arthur spat darkly, observing the red marks and bruising on Merlin’s wrists. The signs of the struggle.
“Arthur, just-” Gwaine started but he didn’t get to finish because the Prince cut him off.
“MOVE NOW!” Gwaine raised his hands and stood straighter, reaching between his and Merlin’s bodies he slowly guided himself out of his lover’s body. A whimper leaving Merlin’s lips as he was left open, a trickle of blood running down his thighs.
“Go and kneel by the window. NOW!” Gwaine did as he was ordered. Not even shooting Merlin a look.
“Merlin, can you get up?” Arthur asked his eyes leaving Gwaine but his sword still pointing right at him.
“Arthur…” Merlin started weakly and the Prince strode over to his manservant. Placing his sword of the desk and giving all of his attention to Merlin.
“What has he done to you, Merlin?” Arthur asked gently, reaching a hand out to touch his back.
“I’ve done nothing he didn’t want, Arthur. I swear to you.” Gwaine tried and Arthur reached for his sword- he was going to run it through him, right then. At least, he was, until Merlin reached out a shaky hand and stopped him. Arthur looked at the hand on his wrist, then Merlin’s cut face.
“Merlin! You can’t be serious! Look at what he has done to you! This goes against everything a knight stands for!” In a bid to ease the situation Merlin forced himself upright. Cringing as his body burned, reaching a hand behind himself and pulling his trousers back to his waist- very carefully.
He held out a hand to Arthur, “I promise you, Arthur, no one has done anything wrong.”
“I don’t believe you’re actually sticking up for him! I don’t know what’s possessing you, Merlin!! Has he done this to you before?!”
“Listen to me, Arthur. I wanted his, okay?” Merlin pleads again, as Arthur stares at his sword.
“Why would you want to be hurt like this? Why would a knight do this to you? It’s against our very code!” Arthur cries, trying to find the answers in Merlin’s eyes.
“He lives by the code, Arthur, he is the code.” Merlin states honestly.
“Then why would he hurt you?” Arthur asked desperately, his arms flying upwards.
“Because I wanted him too. It‘s just a thing, okay? A me thing, an us thing.” Merlin gestures between himself and Gwaine. There is nothing but the truth in his eyes.
“Swear to me now, Merlin. Tell me anything, tell me the truth. Do not fear his repercussions. I will have him hanged within the hour if he has hurt you- he will be gone. Now.. the truth.”
Despite the fact that he feels like he could be killed any minute Gwaine is overwhelmed by the protection Arthur is trying to offer Merlin. He thinks, as he kneels there, that he would pledge his oath everyday to this courageous man.
“I’ve already told you the truth.” Merlin says softly and Arthur’s brow creases in what looks like agony before he wipes his hands over his face and he nods solemnly.
“Okay, I will believe you….. I do believe you, Merlin.” Gwaine releases an uneven breath and waits- unsure if he should stand.
“Gwaine, do you normally just leave him to bleed all over the place afterwards?” Arthur asks in agitation.
“No, sire. Of course not.” Merlin has the tiniest of smiles on his face.
“Then get up and see to him. NOW.” Gwaine does as he is told, standing and turning to look at the to men standing next to one another. The not entirely happy Arthur and the sore Merlin.
Gwaine walks towards the door and stretches out a hand to his lover, “Let’s go, Merlin.”
“No more of this,” he gestures at the table, “In this room. Do you understand me?” Gwaine nods.
“Merlin,” Arthur says, just before his manservant reaches Gwaine, “Find a way to make this safe for yourself, okay? So this can never go too far. I need you fit for your chores.” Merlin smiles.
“I already have, Arthur, we use the oath.”
“The oath?” Arthur asks dubiously.
“The oath of chivalry. Before we start he says something from it and then I follow. If I don’t or I say something else, it all stops, every time. I’m safe, I swear to you. Gwaine is very kind to me and I love him, Arthur.” The prince sighs but he nods.
“And I love him back.” Gwaine adds and Arthur can’t argue with that. He wouldn’t even dare.
“I’ll see you in the morning Merlin and Gwaine- I’ll see you in an hour. You’re cleaning this mess up.” Arthur states, pointing at the general chaos of his room.
They both nod and leave- they’re half way down the corridor, arms around each other’s waists, before Arthur shouts after them, “Which part of the oath?”
Gwaine doesn’t even turn around as he shouts back, “By no means to be cruel..”
They vanish around the corner and Arthur goes back into his chamber. He closes the door and whispers to himself, “but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy.” He may not agree with this situation entirely but if this is what they want, what Merlin wants, then he wont interrupt it. He’d never forbid love, no matter what form it takes.
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"Never do outrage nor murder and always flee treason,
Also, by no means to be cruel, but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy,
Upon pain of forfeiture of their worship and lordship of King Arthur forevermore,
And always to do ladies, damsels, and gentlewomen succor, upon pain of death,
Also, that no man do battle in a wrongful quarrel for no law, nor for the world's goods."
From Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory
Author: bellax_xmuerte
Words: Approx. 1,900
Pairing(s): Merlin/Gwaine. Arthur.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I played with the characters. I didn’t create them.
Summary: Fill for kinkme_merlin Gwaine and Merlin like their sex really rough. One day, Arthur catches them in the act and is worried that it's non-consensual on Merlin's part.
Warnings: Deals with consensual violence, a bit of blood and an angry Arthur. **Spoilers for 3x12. **
The Code of Chivalry
Compared to the mundane and dispassionate routines that Merlin is ordered to perform, every minute of everyday, his time with the newly allotted Sir Gwaine feels like igniting dynamite. In the stolen moments that they find together, in the castle’s dusty corners and empty rooms, their heart’s pound, their bodies drain and their rasping cries are converted into silence by wide, smothering palms.
It’s always the same, Gwaine pushing himself forcefully against Merlin’s back, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of his neck, his strong hands pressing him into the wall and yanking bluntly on his cock as the pain bursts straight through him and turns into white-hot pleasure. It had never been a gentle affair and more often that not there would be blood smeared on white, sun-deprived skin by the time they dressed.
The first time they fucked they were in a dirty tavern’s hired bedroom - the room already reeking of someone else’s sex and ale . Gwaine had never been shy and by the time the door had closed itself he’d been on Merlin, pushing him into the hard mattress and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Merlin was tipsy and desperate and turned on. They ground their bodies together and that had been that.
He’d fucked Will a few times back home and the only occasions worth remembering where those where his friend had gone overboard and accidentally hurt him. Tinges of pain lingering in his belly and at the tops of his arms. Will had never gone too far, and he preferred to lay gentle kisses, but whenever there was a sense of purpose in their sex Merlin’s pleasure was multiplied tenfold.
That past experience with his friend was the reason that Merlin had never been apprehensive with Gwaine- not even in that first night. He’d had more than a good start with Will and Gwaine was more than an accomplished lover, his hips just having a way of rutting tirelessly against his ass as his cock dragged itself in and out of Merlin’s aching body.
As soon as Gwaine had become ‘Sir Gwaine’ he’d moved into the castle, stalking Merlin hourly as he went about his dull chores. Stealing hurried kissed in coves, fucking on desks in vacant rooms and, if nothing else, breaking up the tedious monotony of castle life.
This is exactly what had been happening when Arthur found them in his chamber. Merlin had been cleaning the future king’s room and laying out his polished armour, as instructed, when Gwaine had burst in. Striding across the room, he grabbed the back of Merlin’s head and slammed him into Arthur’s desk. A porcelain jug shattering as it fell over, shards pressing into Merlin’s face as Gwaine forced his head onto the wood. It pricked the skin and a familiar ache of pleasure shot through them both as a moan escaped Merlin.
He ripped down Merlin’s trousers and pulled his own open. A slap falling harshly on Merlin’s soft cheeks as he spread his legs open and pressed his erection against the sorcerer’s thigh.
“By no means to be cruel..” Gwaine suddenly whispered, to which Merlin quickly responded, “but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy.”
Gwaine was a force to be reckoned with but he wasn’t a bastard and this practiced exchange of words ensured that Merlin wanted this as much as he did. No one was getting anything they didn’t want on his watch, he was a good man, an honest man. All Merlin had to do was respond with the wrong words or none at all and all of this stopped- even if he did have to force his dick back into his trousers and walk away in severe discomfort. That was the thing about Gwaine- he had good intentions.
Another thing about Gwaine was that he never locked doors. Merlin had often wanted to ask him if he’d been born in a barn but he always resisted because this was Gwaine and that automatically meant that there was a chance that he may have been.
It was when Gwaine thrust his un-lubricated cock into Merlin and a scream erupted that Arthur opened the door. The two men at the table lost in the moment as Gwaine held Merlin’s thin wrists down and pounded into him. The desk slowly moving across the floor with each new thrust. An oozing of blood leaking from Merlin’s ass as his erection bashed off the side of the table. Gwaine sinking his teeth into Merlin’s neck, Merlin pushing away from Gwaine.
Arthur’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the brutal scene before him. The broken jug, the ripped trousers, the blood, the sounds.
“WHAT’S GOING ON!!” Arthur bellowed as he slammed the door. Drawing his sword as he edged towards the table. The men bent over the desk freezing in shock.
Arthur raised his sword and held the point of the blade against the back of Gwaine’s neck. Beads of sweat rolling down the metal; disgusting Arthur.
“Get off him now and I may let you keep your head!” Arthur spat darkly, observing the red marks and bruising on Merlin’s wrists. The signs of the struggle.
“Arthur, just-” Gwaine started but he didn’t get to finish because the Prince cut him off.
“MOVE NOW!” Gwaine raised his hands and stood straighter, reaching between his and Merlin’s bodies he slowly guided himself out of his lover’s body. A whimper leaving Merlin’s lips as he was left open, a trickle of blood running down his thighs.
“Go and kneel by the window. NOW!” Gwaine did as he was ordered. Not even shooting Merlin a look.
“Merlin, can you get up?” Arthur asked his eyes leaving Gwaine but his sword still pointing right at him.
“Arthur…” Merlin started weakly and the Prince strode over to his manservant. Placing his sword of the desk and giving all of his attention to Merlin.
“What has he done to you, Merlin?” Arthur asked gently, reaching a hand out to touch his back.
“I’ve done nothing he didn’t want, Arthur. I swear to you.” Gwaine tried and Arthur reached for his sword- he was going to run it through him, right then. At least, he was, until Merlin reached out a shaky hand and stopped him. Arthur looked at the hand on his wrist, then Merlin’s cut face.
“Merlin! You can’t be serious! Look at what he has done to you! This goes against everything a knight stands for!” In a bid to ease the situation Merlin forced himself upright. Cringing as his body burned, reaching a hand behind himself and pulling his trousers back to his waist- very carefully.
He held out a hand to Arthur, “I promise you, Arthur, no one has done anything wrong.”
“I don’t believe you’re actually sticking up for him! I don’t know what’s possessing you, Merlin!! Has he done this to you before?!”
“Listen to me, Arthur. I wanted his, okay?” Merlin pleads again, as Arthur stares at his sword.
“Why would you want to be hurt like this? Why would a knight do this to you? It’s against our very code!” Arthur cries, trying to find the answers in Merlin’s eyes.
“He lives by the code, Arthur, he is the code.” Merlin states honestly.
“Then why would he hurt you?” Arthur asked desperately, his arms flying upwards.
“Because I wanted him too. It‘s just a thing, okay? A me thing, an us thing.” Merlin gestures between himself and Gwaine. There is nothing but the truth in his eyes.
“Swear to me now, Merlin. Tell me anything, tell me the truth. Do not fear his repercussions. I will have him hanged within the hour if he has hurt you- he will be gone. Now.. the truth.”
Despite the fact that he feels like he could be killed any minute Gwaine is overwhelmed by the protection Arthur is trying to offer Merlin. He thinks, as he kneels there, that he would pledge his oath everyday to this courageous man.
“I’ve already told you the truth.” Merlin says softly and Arthur’s brow creases in what looks like agony before he wipes his hands over his face and he nods solemnly.
“Okay, I will believe you….. I do believe you, Merlin.” Gwaine releases an uneven breath and waits- unsure if he should stand.
“Gwaine, do you normally just leave him to bleed all over the place afterwards?” Arthur asks in agitation.
“No, sire. Of course not.” Merlin has the tiniest of smiles on his face.
“Then get up and see to him. NOW.” Gwaine does as he is told, standing and turning to look at the to men standing next to one another. The not entirely happy Arthur and the sore Merlin.
Gwaine walks towards the door and stretches out a hand to his lover, “Let’s go, Merlin.”
“No more of this,” he gestures at the table, “In this room. Do you understand me?” Gwaine nods.
“Merlin,” Arthur says, just before his manservant reaches Gwaine, “Find a way to make this safe for yourself, okay? So this can never go too far. I need you fit for your chores.” Merlin smiles.
“I already have, Arthur, we use the oath.”
“The oath?” Arthur asks dubiously.
“The oath of chivalry. Before we start he says something from it and then I follow. If I don’t or I say something else, it all stops, every time. I’m safe, I swear to you. Gwaine is very kind to me and I love him, Arthur.” The prince sighs but he nods.
“And I love him back.” Gwaine adds and Arthur can’t argue with that. He wouldn’t even dare.
“I’ll see you in the morning Merlin and Gwaine- I’ll see you in an hour. You’re cleaning this mess up.” Arthur states, pointing at the general chaos of his room.
They both nod and leave- they’re half way down the corridor, arms around each other’s waists, before Arthur shouts after them, “Which part of the oath?”
Gwaine doesn’t even turn around as he shouts back, “By no means to be cruel..”
They vanish around the corner and Arthur goes back into his chamber. He closes the door and whispers to himself, “but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy.” He may not agree with this situation entirely but if this is what they want, what Merlin wants, then he wont interrupt it. He’d never forbid love, no matter what form it takes.
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"Never do outrage nor murder and always flee treason,
Also, by no means to be cruel, but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy,
Upon pain of forfeiture of their worship and lordship of King Arthur forevermore,
And always to do ladies, damsels, and gentlewomen succor, upon pain of death,
Also, that no man do battle in a wrongful quarrel for no law, nor for the world's goods."
From Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory