Servant-napped Chapter 4
Title: Servant-napped
Rating: Oh so NC-17
Warnings: smut, non-con, and yet even more feels.
Disclaimer: Oh if they were mine....
Word count: ~5,000
Summary: It's not over yet.
AN: Phew, that was one heck of a chapter to write, hope it isn't too emotional! On a separate note, I have never wanted Lancelot to be real more. Why BBC writers, why did you have to kill him? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5
Arthur woke up to find his face pushed into Merlin’s neck, their legs entangled and chests pressed together, so Arthur could feel Merlin’s heart beat in rhythm with his own. He holds him like that for a long moment, then starts to kiss his neck and chest, then cradles his face in his hands, kissing his eyelids, his gorgeous cheekbones and finally his full, beautiful lips. Arthur feels eyelashes fluttering on his face, so he pulls back to see Merlin blinking himself back into reality. “Morning,” Arthur husks, tightening his hold on Merlin as if that might strengthen his wish for every morning to be woken up to like this one, enough to make it real. Maybe it could. Merlin stretches his long limbs like a cat, and Arthur is mesmerised by the fantastic body he now has all to himself.
“What do you know - this wasn’t a dream after all.” Arthur chuckles at that, pressing their bodies closer together so Merlin can feel his morning erection.
“Well I for one am very glad it wasn’t.”
“Hmmm,” ponders Merlin, “I’m not entirely convinced it wasn’t dream, actually. I think we’re going to have to do it again, now, just to be sure.”
“It’s not often I agree with you Merlin, however, this morning I - oof!” Arthur is cut off as Merlin lunges at him, grabs his face and kisses him passionately, the force of it pushing him onto his back.
“Assuming last night did happen, of course,” Merlin begins, while Arthur is floundered by the absolutely gorgeous filthy smirk on Merlin’s face, “there was something I started which I had really wanted to finish.” By the time Arthur can get his brain back in motion to ask what that was, Merlin has slid down his body and taken his stiff cock between his lips.
“Oh!” Arthur gasped, as Merlin’s lips slid down to engulf as much of his length as possible, before gagging and pulling off for breath. “Too big for you?” Arthur asks seductively, throwing Merlin a dirty smile and opening his legs wider in invitation.
“I’ve just never sucked cock before.” Merlin blushes slightly, which is ridiculous as he admitted as much last night. Arthur reaches down to stroke Merlin’s face.
“Me neither.”
“Really?” Merlin was surprised - Arthur was royalty, he could have had any man he wanted growing up!
“Yes, Merlin, really. I’m not some whore, you know. You are the only man I’ve ever had.”
“You mean last night….”
“Was my first time, yes.”
“How come?”
“Can you imagine my father finding out I fancied blokes? I shudder at the thought! Besides….”
“Besides?”
“I was… saving myself for you. I didn’t want anyone else.” Merlin leaned down to kiss his softly and lovingly at that, nuzzling into his chest.
“What about Gwen?”
“What about Gwen? Merlin, I need an heir and Camelot needs a Queen, that’s all. We both wish things could be different - I think you mentioned something about her being in love with somebody else last night. And she’s entitled to. We…. Don’t have sex often. It’s only to produce a child. Last night, with you - it was the best and most fulfilling night of my life and I want nothing more than to have that all the time. And we will, I promise, we will. I love you, remember?” Merlin responds only by kissing him passionately, communicating without words that he understands, loves him, trusts him.
“Seeing as this is all new to us,” Merlin says, and he thrills in saying it, “would you like to give it a try?” Merlin lies on his back on the bed with his legs spread wide, and guides Arthur’s blond head towards his cock. Never having been one to turn down a challenge (and such a hot challenge at that) Arthur tongues up and down the shaft, Merlin moaning and whimpering encouragingly above him. “Arthur, oh Arthur please,” Merlin begs, his cock throbbing almost painfully now. In response, Arthur takes the plum head between his lips and sucks, making Merlin arch his back and thrust his hips up, until Arthur pins them down. The full length of Merlin’s cock is rather threatening now, seems so much larger now that it’s in his mouth. Knowing his boundaries, Arthur slides his mouth down about halfway and wraps his hand around the base, then starts to bob his head. Merlin’s legs tremble and he shouts, choked off into a lusty moan as Arthur pulls off.
“What happened to you having a job to finish?” Merlin smiles dirtily, then replies,
“How about you bring your legs round here, I’m sure I can find a position that is profitable to us both.” Once they have manoeuvred themselves side by side, Merlin gripping Arthur’s hips close to his face whilst his own thighs were tight around Arthur’s head, they both simultaneously wrapped their lips around each other’s cocks and moaned around their mouthful. It was sloppy, messy, and bloody brilliant. They both lapped and sucked eagerly, the slight scratch of teeth every now and again only adding to the sensation of their first time, until Merlin came first, exploding in Arthur’s mouth. Feeling Merlin’s hot seed flow down his throat, Arthur could feel himself getting closer, rolling them over so he was on top of Merlin, thrusting shamelessly into his bloody fantastic mouth until he came so hard his vision blurred. After a short while of panting, Arthur slowly pulled out and rolled to the side, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Merlin’s thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Arthur breathed, “at the end, was it too much?”
“A bit,” Merlin pants after a pause, “but it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt - you, hard and desperate, pumping in and out of my lips. Oh, wow.”
“Yeah,” Arthur answered hoarsely, surprised to feel his spent cock giving a little jump at Merlin’s words, “it felt good, to be able to feel you, filling me with your taste, and at the same time as having you sucking mine…. Oh we are doing that again. We are definitely, definitely doing that again.” Merlin laughed a breathless laugh, before twisting his body around so his head was at the foot of the bed, next to Arthur’s. For a while they just lay there like that, sated and relaxed, comforting each other with a slight touch, whether it be a hand on the other’s thigh or a tweak of a nipple, or the intertwining of a warrior’s and a sorcerer’s fingers.
*****
“You know, you could have found us and let us know that Merlin was okay,” Lancelot says over breakfast in the banquet hall, “Leon and I were pissing ourselves with worry.” Arthur stops his nervous and angry scanning of the knights present for the one he met the previous night, and turns his full attention to Lancelot.
“I’m so sorry, truly Lancelot, I know how dear he is…. To everybody. Particularly some - for you and Gwaine he was your first and only friend in Camelot.” Arthur smiles to himself - Merlin was friends with everybody with a kindness that everyone yielded to, and Arthur felt warmth in his heart at the pride that filled him that Merlin was his.
“He’s the closest friend I’ve ever had. He’s the kind of person who always has room for your problems even though he has more than enough of his own to deal with. I admire him for that.” Lancelot answers fondly.
“Problems? Like what? Is his mother ill?” Arthur panics; he knows the feeling of losing two parents and Merlin has such a fragile heart.
“His mother is fine, but his other problems are heavy and plenty. I’ve told him time and again that he needs to talk with you about them, but he won’t listen. I think maybe in light of last night’s events that he might be ready to tell you, though.” Arthur chokes on his breakfast.
“Last night? How did you know if anything happened last night?” Lancelot simply laughs at him.
“Oh Lord, Arthur calm down, I’m not going to tell anyone about it until you feel ready about it!” Lancelot pats his back as Arthur’s coughing subsides and chuckles again, “and I know because when I couldn’t find Merlin anywhere in the servants’ chambers, I went to get back to you to see if you’d found him. I was going to knock, but then I heard the noise and I made the assumption you…. Erm.... weren’t in the mood to be disturbed.” Arthur blushes bright red and tries to ignore it, so naturally that’s when Merlin shows up by his shoulder, smirk clear on his face.
“Anything else I can do for you, sire?” Merlin asks with a leer and a waggle of his eyebrows while Lancelot bangs the table with his fist, other hand pressed to his mouth to suppress his laughter and tears of mirth leaking from his eyes.
“Oh sod off, the pair of you.” Arthur huffs.
“Yes sire!” Merlin replies mock dutifully, “I’ll just be taking your plate out to the kitchens!”
“Merlin, I’m still eating -”
“Not if you don’t want to get fat, sire!” Lancelot slips down his chair, chortling.
“Why I haven’t sacked him yet is beyond me.”
“Because then he’d be out of a job and you’d have the rest of us to deal with,” Lancelot answers reasonably.
*****
“Philip!” Merlin cries when he walks into the kitchen and sees his fellow servant from the previous night.
“Merlin,” Philip replies, “how did it go?” There’s no point in asking, of course, he knows it turned out against his master’s plan because Bessus had spent the night taking it out on him, and he hurt terribly this morning as a result.
“Fantastic, Philip! You were right!” Merlin shouts as he backs out of the door, on his way to Arthur’s chambers to start packing their bags for the journey home. He’s just walking through the door when something heavy hits him on the back of the head and the world goes black.
*****
Philip is still standing in the kitchen, trembling and terrified. He should have stopped Merlin, because he knows damn well that his master is not the kind of man to give up when he really wants something. Especially when he’s already been beaten to it once. But he was frightened for himself too - if his master failed to get Merlin, then he’d be the unwilling possessor of his attentions; last night was a perfect example. Even so, he felt terribly guilty, like a coward for setting Merlin up twice now. He didn’t deserve this. With his mind made up, Philip ran from the kitchens straight to the dining hall, ignoring the pain in his backside and the discomfort from the dried blood.
“Sire! Sire!” Arthur hears an unfamiliar voice calling, and he turns around to see one of Mercia’s servants running towards him - but it looked like he was limping. “Please, sire, you have to come with me, straight away, before he does something!” The boy has the attention of all of Arthur’s close knights - Lancelot, Gwaine, Leon, Percival and Elyan.
“Slow down,” Arthur says, putting a hand on the young lad’s shoulder, “what’s the matter?” The boy starts to cry.
“I’ve been a coward, sire, an awful, awful coward!”
“Come on now,” Lancelot intervenes, “how do you mean?”
“My master asked me to do something horrible last night, and I was frightened of him, so I did. B-But his plan has backfired and I know what he’s like, he’ll keep trying until he gets what he wants!”
“Calm down,” Arthur says in what he hopes is a soothing tone, “now tell us who your master is, and we can sort this out. What did he ask you to do?”
“He asked me to tell Merlin that you wanted him so he’d be rejected and he could have him afterwards,” Philip says in a rush, “and seeing how I spent my evening, I don’t think it worked!” He starts to sob, “and I just saw Merlin leave and I should have warned him! Please, we have to find him, before my master does something! You know him, you were speaking to him last night!” Arthur, Lancelot and Leon had frozen in abject fear and horror halfway through the boy’s rant, and Arthur stands abruptly, wiping tears from his eyes, shouting hoarsely,
“Right! Listen up, Lancelot, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, Elyan! We have to find Merlin, as a matter of urgency! We’ll split into pairs, Lancelot, you’ll be with me, Leon, you’re with Elyan, and that leaves Gwaine and Percival. Now, come on!”
“What’s going on? What’s wrong with Merlin?” Gwaine asks in panic, “what do you three know that we don’t?”
“A knight of Mercia,” Leon answers quickly, “he tried to take Merlin away last night, to use him for sex.” Gwaine, Elyan and Percival look at him with terror, anger and disgust, their jaws agape.
“Time is of the essence!” Arthur shouts again, his voice and hands trembling.
“Arthur,” Lancelot tries to comfort him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Arthur shakes it off.
“I’m fine! Let’s just get moving!”
*****
When Merlin wakes up, he notices four things:
1. His head is absolutely killing him.
2. He’s naked.
3. His hands are tied to the headboard of Arthur’s bed.
4. There’s a cold, dry finger pressing into his hole.
“Ow!” Merlin yelps, squirming on the bed.
“Quiet,” a horrifyingly familiar voice demands next to his ear.
“What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”
“I don’t think so lad,” the voice continues, “I’m getting what was taken from me last night.”
“Need I remind you that we’re in Arthur’s chambers! He’ll find us, he’ll stop this!”
“By the time he’s finished breakfast I’ll be long gone and you will have satisfied me.”
“If he doesn’t put a stop to this, I will.” The knight chuckles ominously.
“You, little servant? You’re trapped.” As he says that, there’s a pounding on the door, and Arthur’s voice rings through the silence.
“Merlin! Merlin, are you in there!”
“Hah,” Merlin says, glaring at the knight on his back.
“He can’t open the door,” he whispers into his ear, “he’ll just have to stand outside and listen to me fuck you - do you hear me sire!” The knight raises his voice so he can be heard by Arthur outside, “you can’t get in! You can listen to me have some fun with your boy!”
“No!” Arthur shouts, and then there’s a scuffle and a new voice shouts.
“Merlin, for heaven’s sake! Do what you must!” Merlin recognises this voice as Lancelot’s. They start pounding on the door again, and Merlin heeds Lancelot’s advice, whispering words from the Old Religion under his breath, eyes flashing gold as the door bangs open.
“Merlin!” Arthur shouts, lunging at the knight, and suddenly the finger in his hole is gone. Lancelot is close at Arthur’s heels and unbinds Merlin’s hands while Arthur fights and grapples with the knight.
“Merlin,” Lancelot hisses, “why didn’t you use your magic!”
“How do you think you got through the door?” Merlin hisses back, “besides, I was knocked out!” Lancelot passes Merlin his trousers and flannel underwear, and Merlin wriggles into them, embarrassed, as the watches the fight that plays between Arthur and the knight. The knight is clearly very skilled, and has the advantage over Arthur, who is so angry that despite the fact his blows are vicious and powerful, there is no finesse, as if he’s forgotten all the training he’s ever done. Merlin stands, fumbling with his trousers, just as the knight pushes aggressively with his sword and Arthur is knocked to the ground, the knight looming over him, ready to deal the final blow.
“No!” Merlin shouts, rushing over to stand protectively over Arthur. The knight chuckles.
“You may be attractive boy, but don’t think I won’t run you through if you stand in my way.”
“I have no intention of being run through.” The knight laughs again, louder this time.
“Merlin,” Arthur warns, anxious, from the floor placing a hand on Merlin’s naked hip. Merlin puts his hand on top Arthur’s, looking down at him as if to say everything’s going to be okay, trust me. He looks over his shoulder at Lancelot, who nods, Arthur watching the silent exchange in confusion.
“Don’t force my hand.” Merlin says bluntly, looking the knight in the eye once more.
“Force your hand!” The knight laughs, “what can you, a mere servant, do? You’re not even armed!”
“I’m always armed.” Merlin whispers, and the knight’s laughter stopped in his throat as Merlin’s eyes started to turn gold and chants words in a foreign tongue. The knight flies back and is pinned against the wall, and Arthur’s sword levitates from the ground where it was knocked and shoots forward like an arrow at Merlin’s command, sliding between the knight’s ribs. The sword withdraws from the knight’s body and clatters to the ground as the knight slides down the wall. Arthur, sitting on his elbows, watches the scene with his jaw hanging and small sparks of anger in his eyes. In the awkward silence that follows, Lancelot calmly picks up Merlin’s tunic from where it had been thrown on the ground and walks over to pass it to him, clapping him on the shoulder. Merlin smiles softly at him as he pulls it on.
“You knew,” is the first thing to be said, from Arthur on the floor. “That’s what you were talking about at breakfast. All this time, you were both lying to me. Especially you!” Arthur points at Merlin, bringing himself to his feet. “How dare you practise evil! I trusted you! I gave you,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “everything. Did last night even mean anything to you? How could you lie to me about this?! How long have I been kept in the dark, Merlin? Have you all been having a good laugh about me, behind my back?”
“No!” Merlin starts sobbing desperately, “no, it’s not like that at all! I swear!”
“Arthur,” Lancelot interrupts, “Merlin didn’t tell me, I found out on my own. I never said anything because I wouldn’t have him executed, and neither would you.” Merlin is sobbing uncontrollably now, on his knees on the hard stone floor. “Arthur, listen to me. If there is anyone who is proof that magic isn’t evil, it’s Merlin. That was your father’s opinion, Arthur, not yours! Merlin has saved your life countless times and even Uther’s! The very man who would have had him burned for doing so! For God’s sake, look at him!” Lancelot points at Merlin, voice rising with his anger, which was rather a shock because Lancelot never got angry, and Arthur feels a twinge of pain that he was the one to bring him to that point. “Look at him! He’s devastated because of what you might think of him, for being a hero! He deserves a knighthood more than I do, more than any of us do! Don’t you love him at all!”
“Do you think I would be upset that he’s lied to me if I didn’t love him? If I didn’t care!” Arthur shouts, voice hoarse. At that moment the corridor echoes with Gwaine’s voice, “they’re in here!” and soon Gwaine, Percival, Leon and Elyan are storming into the room, and stop short at the sight before them. The knight was leaning against the wall, dead, Arthur’s sword on the floor beside him. Merlin was on his knees before Arthur, sobbing his heart out, whilst Arthur and Lancelot were standing facing each other, arguing by the looks of it, anger and upset clear in their eyes and posture.
“What happened!” Leon shouts in panic - what if they had been too late? But then, why were Lancelot and Arthur so angry at each other?
“Merlin’s fine, don’t worry,” Lancelot says through gritted teeth.
“He doesn’t look fine!” Gwaine bellows.
“Who else knew.” Arthur says. It’s not a question - it’s an order.
“Just myself and Gaius.”
“So Gaius has betrayed me too.”
“Betrayed you? Who’s betrayed you?” Leon asks, voicing the confusion of the other three knights with him.
“Why don’t you tell them, Merlin.” Arthur practically spits, but then he looks into Merlin’s eyes for the first time since he had used magic to defeat the knight. They were the bright, earnest blue they always were, tears pouring from them and wide like a wounded animal’s. But what shocked Arthur the most, what made all of his anger disappear, was that they were full of hurt and concern. But they were hurt and concerned for Arthur.
“What the hell has gotten into you!” Gwaine demands, stepping right up to Arthur.
“Gwaine,” Percival warns, putting a large hand on his shoulder. “What’s happening Lancelot?”
“Do you remember the time I told you about a great man who would save us one day? A man named Emrys?” Percival nods, confused.
“Just bear that in mind.”
Arthur’s barely listening - instead, he has knelt to the ground before Merlin, and cradled his face in his hands and tipped it upwards so he met his eyes.
“Why did you never tell me?”
“I was going to,” Merlin sniffles, “but I knew you’d react like this!” He stifles a cry with his sleeve before continuing. “I could hardly tell you while Uther was still alive, you wouldn’t have had the power to save me…. If you’d wanted to.”
“Don’t you dare,” Arthur warns in a deep voice, “don’t you dare think that anything you could ever do would make me want you dead. Don’t you dare, Merlin.”
“I’m so sorry,” Merlin says, voice hitching, “I really did want to tell you. And Lancelot did tell me to, several times. But if you had hated me as much as I thought you might…” he pauses, “then who would be here to save you if I were dead?” Much to Merlin’s shock, Arthur starts to laugh, shaking his head.
“Your concern was for my well being?” Merlin giggles a little, and then all of a sudden they’re both full on chortling, holding each other tightly.
“Would somebody please tell us what the fuck is going on!” Gwaine yells, exasperated. Merlin stands, wiping his eyes and grinning at his friend. He whispers another spell and watches in glee at the shocked expression on Gwaine’s face as his eyes turn gold and everything in the room levitates. When Merlin commands the spell to stop and everything falls back to its natural place, Gwaine stops looking around in amazement and grins at Merlin. “You devil!” He shouts joyfully, “you rascal! You rogue, I can’t believe it! All this time and you never thought to teach me!” Merlin laughs, feeling so happy in himself rather than trapped, caged.
“It’s not exactly something you can teach. I could do stuff like that before I could walk.”
“Are you kidding me!” Gwaine practically shrieks, at the same time Percival gasps as if gears have suddenly clicked in his head. He looks rapidly back and forth between Merlin and Lancelot, before pointing a finger at Lancelot, saying, “no way.”
“Yes, Percival.”
“But this sorcerer, Emrys. You said he was a dragonlord! That would mean that Morgana’s dragon -”
“Aithusa is not Morgana’s dragon. If he belongs to anyone, he belongs to me - but I want him to have free will. I have learnt what happens when you try to take that away.” All eyes are on Merlin now.
“He’s definitely Emrys? He’s the most powerful and just sorcerer you’ve been raving about?” Percival asks, confirming.
“Don’t sound so surprised, Percival.” Merlin jokes, snorting. Lancelot laughs too, before answering,
“The Great Dragon told me himself.”
“He’s still alive!” Leon shouts in disbelief, “I thought Arthur killed him! That over-sized, fire-breathing scaly bastard lizard tried to burn me alive!”
“Leon, you spent about five minutes at risk of being burnt alive,” Merlin intervenes, “I’ve spent about five years trying to avoid it.” Leon says nothing, suddenly feeling guilty, while Merlin continues. “And in all fairness, Uther did kill all of his kind. Not that it warrants him attacking Camelot, otherwise I would never have set him free in the first place.”
“You did that?!” Leon shouts, half angry, half incredulous.
“I owed him a debt; he’d been helping me for a long time. Helping me save Arthur’s life, I might add. Given that, I thought attacking the land he’d helped protect would be the last thing on his mind. But please, don’t be angry at Kilgarrah, he’s more than made up for it - he’s gotten us out of several sticky situations, I’ll have you know. He’s a true and loyal friend.” Leon just looks at him, flabbergasted.
“Well I guess I can’t really argue with the best sorcerer of the age, can I?” Leon answers, and Gwaine laughs, clapping him on the back.
“That’s the spirit, mate!”
“Can I request just one thing,” Elyan asks.
“Of course.”
“When you tell Gwen, please let me watch.” They all erupt into laughter, the tension broken.
“Even better,” Arthur wheezes, tears brimming in his eyes, “I want to see when he tells Geoffrey!”
*****
“So you’re really ok with all this?” Merlin asks tentatively. He and Arthur have finished packing and are waiting for the knights to be ready so they can go, and are lounging on the bed, their shirts on the floor beside them.
“What part of I love you do you not seem to understand?” Merlin smiles to himself and turns his head on the pillow so he’s looking into Arthur’s eyes. Arthur has a beautiful smile, and Merlin feels like it’s just for him when Arthur’s mouth quirks up at the corner and his eyes crinkle and sparkle whenever they look at each other.
“You’re not angry?”
“Oh I’m furious, but I’m finding out that the reasons for being so are wrong.” Arthur smiles, as if that clears everything up.
“So you’re really, really ok with all this?”
“Yes, I’m ok with all this! For heaven’s sake!” Arthur rolls over and kisses Merlin, equal parts passion, lust and wanting to shut Merlin the hell up. It works, as Merlin stops talking in favour of a light moan and reaches down to tug at Arthur’s laces to get at the erection rising from underneath. Arthur ducks his head to kiss and bite wetly at Merlin’s neck while Merlin struggles with his trousers. Arthur licks up to Merlin’s ear and whispers, “use your magic.”
“What?”
“Come on,” Arthur teases, leaning back, “say a spell. Take off our clothes.” Some whispered words and a flash of golden eyes later, they’re both lying on the bed naked and Merlin is straddling Arthur’s hips. And Arthur is shocked by how arousing that was.
“Hmmm, did you like that my Lord?” Merlin mumbles in what Arthur thinks is the sexiest voice he’s ever heard, while Merlin licks around his chest and nipples.
“Oh yes,” Arthur answers in a breathy voice, practically salivating at the sight of Merlin’s pretty mouth closed around his nipple.
“What do you want? I’ll give you anything,” Merlin whispers, tongue licking around Arthur’s navel.
“I, um, I - ah!” Arthur shouts as he feels a wet stripe of heat go up the length of his cock.
“I’ll tell you what,” Merlin says conversationally, moving up Arthur’s body, “since you seem incoherent at the moment, how about I choose for you.” Merlin reaches over for the oil and coats his fingers with it. Arthur spreads his legs wantonly, but Merlin puts a hand on one of his knees and says, “oh no, it’s my turn now,” as he reaches around to put his fingers up his own arse and stretch himself.
“Oh my gods, Merlin, that is so hot.”
“How do you want me Arthur? Tell me.”
“I… uh…. I want…” Arthur stammers as Merlin makes little squeaky noises as he pumps his fingers in and out of himself. “I want to bend you over the bed.”
“And then what?” Merlin asks cheekily as he positions himself the way Arthur desired. Arthur stands behind him, coating his cock liberally with the rest of the oil.
“And then,” Arthur says, pressing his cockhead to Merlin’s hole, “I fuck you until you scream.” Arthur gently pushes his cock in, listening intently for any signs of pain from Merlin. When he hears him suck in a breath through his teeth, he pulls out.
“Arthur, I want you in me!”
“Not if I’m hurting you, Merlin, I stand by what I said last night regardless of what happened this morning. I’m not going to do anything you’re not ready for or might cause that kind of pain -” Arthur stops as he closes his eyes against fresh memories of storming into the room to find Merlin naked and tied to the bed, struggling, with the knight straddling his back with a finger in his hole.
“Arthur stop with this! You are not him and I am fine! Yes, it hurts a little bit, you would know that considering what we did last night, but I like the burn, I like feeling myself stretch around you, so get your fucking dick inside me!” Arthur moans and places a hand on Merlin’s hip and wraps the other round the base of his own cock to guide it in. “Oh, yes Arthur, don’t hold back, I want to feel it slide all the way in,” Merlin gasps as he feels the head push its way past the first ring of muscle. Moaning louder and unwilling to deny Merlin anything he asks for, Arthur pushes hips forward until he’s all the way in to the hilt. “Oh Arthur, yes!” Merlin near screams. Arthur takes in everything in the moment, the sound of Merlin’s pleasure, the squirming of his delicious body, the feeling of it so tight around his cock, how gorgeous both of their bodies looked together where they were joined, and he traced a finger around where his cock was being swallowed up. “Uhhhhh,” Merlin moans, pushing his hips up desperately to make Arthur move his wonderfully large cock in him. Then there’s a knock on the door and Gwaine’s voice saying, “come on princess, you’ve had time to chat, we’re ready to go!” Nobody would have described Gwaine as innocent except for that one moment. Chat indeed.
“We’ll meet you by the horses!” Arthur calls back, then he claps a hand over Merlin’s mouth to muffle his scream as he pulls his hips back and then slams forward, again and again in rapid succession. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before they were cleaned up, dressed, and with the others who were waiting for them to leave.
Rating: Oh so NC-17
Warnings: smut, non-con, and yet even more feels.
Disclaimer: Oh if they were mine....
Word count: ~5,000
Summary: It's not over yet.
AN: Phew, that was one heck of a chapter to write, hope it isn't too emotional! On a separate note, I have never wanted Lancelot to be real more. Why BBC writers, why did you have to kill him? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5
Arthur woke up to find his face pushed into Merlin’s neck, their legs entangled and chests pressed together, so Arthur could feel Merlin’s heart beat in rhythm with his own. He holds him like that for a long moment, then starts to kiss his neck and chest, then cradles his face in his hands, kissing his eyelids, his gorgeous cheekbones and finally his full, beautiful lips. Arthur feels eyelashes fluttering on his face, so he pulls back to see Merlin blinking himself back into reality. “Morning,” Arthur husks, tightening his hold on Merlin as if that might strengthen his wish for every morning to be woken up to like this one, enough to make it real. Maybe it could. Merlin stretches his long limbs like a cat, and Arthur is mesmerised by the fantastic body he now has all to himself.
“What do you know - this wasn’t a dream after all.” Arthur chuckles at that, pressing their bodies closer together so Merlin can feel his morning erection.
“Well I for one am very glad it wasn’t.”
“Hmmm,” ponders Merlin, “I’m not entirely convinced it wasn’t dream, actually. I think we’re going to have to do it again, now, just to be sure.”
“It’s not often I agree with you Merlin, however, this morning I - oof!” Arthur is cut off as Merlin lunges at him, grabs his face and kisses him passionately, the force of it pushing him onto his back.
“Assuming last night did happen, of course,” Merlin begins, while Arthur is floundered by the absolutely gorgeous filthy smirk on Merlin’s face, “there was something I started which I had really wanted to finish.” By the time Arthur can get his brain back in motion to ask what that was, Merlin has slid down his body and taken his stiff cock between his lips.
“Oh!” Arthur gasped, as Merlin’s lips slid down to engulf as much of his length as possible, before gagging and pulling off for breath. “Too big for you?” Arthur asks seductively, throwing Merlin a dirty smile and opening his legs wider in invitation.
“I’ve just never sucked cock before.” Merlin blushes slightly, which is ridiculous as he admitted as much last night. Arthur reaches down to stroke Merlin’s face.
“Me neither.”
“Really?” Merlin was surprised - Arthur was royalty, he could have had any man he wanted growing up!
“Yes, Merlin, really. I’m not some whore, you know. You are the only man I’ve ever had.”
“You mean last night….”
“Was my first time, yes.”
“How come?”
“Can you imagine my father finding out I fancied blokes? I shudder at the thought! Besides….”
“Besides?”
“I was… saving myself for you. I didn’t want anyone else.” Merlin leaned down to kiss his softly and lovingly at that, nuzzling into his chest.
“What about Gwen?”
“What about Gwen? Merlin, I need an heir and Camelot needs a Queen, that’s all. We both wish things could be different - I think you mentioned something about her being in love with somebody else last night. And she’s entitled to. We…. Don’t have sex often. It’s only to produce a child. Last night, with you - it was the best and most fulfilling night of my life and I want nothing more than to have that all the time. And we will, I promise, we will. I love you, remember?” Merlin responds only by kissing him passionately, communicating without words that he understands, loves him, trusts him.
“Seeing as this is all new to us,” Merlin says, and he thrills in saying it, “would you like to give it a try?” Merlin lies on his back on the bed with his legs spread wide, and guides Arthur’s blond head towards his cock. Never having been one to turn down a challenge (and such a hot challenge at that) Arthur tongues up and down the shaft, Merlin moaning and whimpering encouragingly above him. “Arthur, oh Arthur please,” Merlin begs, his cock throbbing almost painfully now. In response, Arthur takes the plum head between his lips and sucks, making Merlin arch his back and thrust his hips up, until Arthur pins them down. The full length of Merlin’s cock is rather threatening now, seems so much larger now that it’s in his mouth. Knowing his boundaries, Arthur slides his mouth down about halfway and wraps his hand around the base, then starts to bob his head. Merlin’s legs tremble and he shouts, choked off into a lusty moan as Arthur pulls off.
“What happened to you having a job to finish?” Merlin smiles dirtily, then replies,
“How about you bring your legs round here, I’m sure I can find a position that is profitable to us both.” Once they have manoeuvred themselves side by side, Merlin gripping Arthur’s hips close to his face whilst his own thighs were tight around Arthur’s head, they both simultaneously wrapped their lips around each other’s cocks and moaned around their mouthful. It was sloppy, messy, and bloody brilliant. They both lapped and sucked eagerly, the slight scratch of teeth every now and again only adding to the sensation of their first time, until Merlin came first, exploding in Arthur’s mouth. Feeling Merlin’s hot seed flow down his throat, Arthur could feel himself getting closer, rolling them over so he was on top of Merlin, thrusting shamelessly into his bloody fantastic mouth until he came so hard his vision blurred. After a short while of panting, Arthur slowly pulled out and rolled to the side, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Merlin’s thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Arthur breathed, “at the end, was it too much?”
“A bit,” Merlin pants after a pause, “but it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt - you, hard and desperate, pumping in and out of my lips. Oh, wow.”
“Yeah,” Arthur answered hoarsely, surprised to feel his spent cock giving a little jump at Merlin’s words, “it felt good, to be able to feel you, filling me with your taste, and at the same time as having you sucking mine…. Oh we are doing that again. We are definitely, definitely doing that again.” Merlin laughed a breathless laugh, before twisting his body around so his head was at the foot of the bed, next to Arthur’s. For a while they just lay there like that, sated and relaxed, comforting each other with a slight touch, whether it be a hand on the other’s thigh or a tweak of a nipple, or the intertwining of a warrior’s and a sorcerer’s fingers.
*****
“You know, you could have found us and let us know that Merlin was okay,” Lancelot says over breakfast in the banquet hall, “Leon and I were pissing ourselves with worry.” Arthur stops his nervous and angry scanning of the knights present for the one he met the previous night, and turns his full attention to Lancelot.
“I’m so sorry, truly Lancelot, I know how dear he is…. To everybody. Particularly some - for you and Gwaine he was your first and only friend in Camelot.” Arthur smiles to himself - Merlin was friends with everybody with a kindness that everyone yielded to, and Arthur felt warmth in his heart at the pride that filled him that Merlin was his.
“He’s the closest friend I’ve ever had. He’s the kind of person who always has room for your problems even though he has more than enough of his own to deal with. I admire him for that.” Lancelot answers fondly.
“Problems? Like what? Is his mother ill?” Arthur panics; he knows the feeling of losing two parents and Merlin has such a fragile heart.
“His mother is fine, but his other problems are heavy and plenty. I’ve told him time and again that he needs to talk with you about them, but he won’t listen. I think maybe in light of last night’s events that he might be ready to tell you, though.” Arthur chokes on his breakfast.
“Last night? How did you know if anything happened last night?” Lancelot simply laughs at him.
“Oh Lord, Arthur calm down, I’m not going to tell anyone about it until you feel ready about it!” Lancelot pats his back as Arthur’s coughing subsides and chuckles again, “and I know because when I couldn’t find Merlin anywhere in the servants’ chambers, I went to get back to you to see if you’d found him. I was going to knock, but then I heard the noise and I made the assumption you…. Erm.... weren’t in the mood to be disturbed.” Arthur blushes bright red and tries to ignore it, so naturally that’s when Merlin shows up by his shoulder, smirk clear on his face.
“Anything else I can do for you, sire?” Merlin asks with a leer and a waggle of his eyebrows while Lancelot bangs the table with his fist, other hand pressed to his mouth to suppress his laughter and tears of mirth leaking from his eyes.
“Oh sod off, the pair of you.” Arthur huffs.
“Yes sire!” Merlin replies mock dutifully, “I’ll just be taking your plate out to the kitchens!”
“Merlin, I’m still eating -”
“Not if you don’t want to get fat, sire!” Lancelot slips down his chair, chortling.
“Why I haven’t sacked him yet is beyond me.”
“Because then he’d be out of a job and you’d have the rest of us to deal with,” Lancelot answers reasonably.
*****
“Philip!” Merlin cries when he walks into the kitchen and sees his fellow servant from the previous night.
“Merlin,” Philip replies, “how did it go?” There’s no point in asking, of course, he knows it turned out against his master’s plan because Bessus had spent the night taking it out on him, and he hurt terribly this morning as a result.
“Fantastic, Philip! You were right!” Merlin shouts as he backs out of the door, on his way to Arthur’s chambers to start packing their bags for the journey home. He’s just walking through the door when something heavy hits him on the back of the head and the world goes black.
*****
Philip is still standing in the kitchen, trembling and terrified. He should have stopped Merlin, because he knows damn well that his master is not the kind of man to give up when he really wants something. Especially when he’s already been beaten to it once. But he was frightened for himself too - if his master failed to get Merlin, then he’d be the unwilling possessor of his attentions; last night was a perfect example. Even so, he felt terribly guilty, like a coward for setting Merlin up twice now. He didn’t deserve this. With his mind made up, Philip ran from the kitchens straight to the dining hall, ignoring the pain in his backside and the discomfort from the dried blood.
“Sire! Sire!” Arthur hears an unfamiliar voice calling, and he turns around to see one of Mercia’s servants running towards him - but it looked like he was limping. “Please, sire, you have to come with me, straight away, before he does something!” The boy has the attention of all of Arthur’s close knights - Lancelot, Gwaine, Leon, Percival and Elyan.
“Slow down,” Arthur says, putting a hand on the young lad’s shoulder, “what’s the matter?” The boy starts to cry.
“I’ve been a coward, sire, an awful, awful coward!”
“Come on now,” Lancelot intervenes, “how do you mean?”
“My master asked me to do something horrible last night, and I was frightened of him, so I did. B-But his plan has backfired and I know what he’s like, he’ll keep trying until he gets what he wants!”
“Calm down,” Arthur says in what he hopes is a soothing tone, “now tell us who your master is, and we can sort this out. What did he ask you to do?”
“He asked me to tell Merlin that you wanted him so he’d be rejected and he could have him afterwards,” Philip says in a rush, “and seeing how I spent my evening, I don’t think it worked!” He starts to sob, “and I just saw Merlin leave and I should have warned him! Please, we have to find him, before my master does something! You know him, you were speaking to him last night!” Arthur, Lancelot and Leon had frozen in abject fear and horror halfway through the boy’s rant, and Arthur stands abruptly, wiping tears from his eyes, shouting hoarsely,
“Right! Listen up, Lancelot, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, Elyan! We have to find Merlin, as a matter of urgency! We’ll split into pairs, Lancelot, you’ll be with me, Leon, you’re with Elyan, and that leaves Gwaine and Percival. Now, come on!”
“What’s going on? What’s wrong with Merlin?” Gwaine asks in panic, “what do you three know that we don’t?”
“A knight of Mercia,” Leon answers quickly, “he tried to take Merlin away last night, to use him for sex.” Gwaine, Elyan and Percival look at him with terror, anger and disgust, their jaws agape.
“Time is of the essence!” Arthur shouts again, his voice and hands trembling.
“Arthur,” Lancelot tries to comfort him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Arthur shakes it off.
“I’m fine! Let’s just get moving!”
*****
When Merlin wakes up, he notices four things:
1. His head is absolutely killing him.
2. He’s naked.
3. His hands are tied to the headboard of Arthur’s bed.
4. There’s a cold, dry finger pressing into his hole.
“Ow!” Merlin yelps, squirming on the bed.
“Quiet,” a horrifyingly familiar voice demands next to his ear.
“What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”
“I don’t think so lad,” the voice continues, “I’m getting what was taken from me last night.”
“Need I remind you that we’re in Arthur’s chambers! He’ll find us, he’ll stop this!”
“By the time he’s finished breakfast I’ll be long gone and you will have satisfied me.”
“If he doesn’t put a stop to this, I will.” The knight chuckles ominously.
“You, little servant? You’re trapped.” As he says that, there’s a pounding on the door, and Arthur’s voice rings through the silence.
“Merlin! Merlin, are you in there!”
“Hah,” Merlin says, glaring at the knight on his back.
“He can’t open the door,” he whispers into his ear, “he’ll just have to stand outside and listen to me fuck you - do you hear me sire!” The knight raises his voice so he can be heard by Arthur outside, “you can’t get in! You can listen to me have some fun with your boy!”
“No!” Arthur shouts, and then there’s a scuffle and a new voice shouts.
“Merlin, for heaven’s sake! Do what you must!” Merlin recognises this voice as Lancelot’s. They start pounding on the door again, and Merlin heeds Lancelot’s advice, whispering words from the Old Religion under his breath, eyes flashing gold as the door bangs open.
“Merlin!” Arthur shouts, lunging at the knight, and suddenly the finger in his hole is gone. Lancelot is close at Arthur’s heels and unbinds Merlin’s hands while Arthur fights and grapples with the knight.
“Merlin,” Lancelot hisses, “why didn’t you use your magic!”
“How do you think you got through the door?” Merlin hisses back, “besides, I was knocked out!” Lancelot passes Merlin his trousers and flannel underwear, and Merlin wriggles into them, embarrassed, as the watches the fight that plays between Arthur and the knight. The knight is clearly very skilled, and has the advantage over Arthur, who is so angry that despite the fact his blows are vicious and powerful, there is no finesse, as if he’s forgotten all the training he’s ever done. Merlin stands, fumbling with his trousers, just as the knight pushes aggressively with his sword and Arthur is knocked to the ground, the knight looming over him, ready to deal the final blow.
“No!” Merlin shouts, rushing over to stand protectively over Arthur. The knight chuckles.
“You may be attractive boy, but don’t think I won’t run you through if you stand in my way.”
“I have no intention of being run through.” The knight laughs again, louder this time.
“Merlin,” Arthur warns, anxious, from the floor placing a hand on Merlin’s naked hip. Merlin puts his hand on top Arthur’s, looking down at him as if to say everything’s going to be okay, trust me. He looks over his shoulder at Lancelot, who nods, Arthur watching the silent exchange in confusion.
“Don’t force my hand.” Merlin says bluntly, looking the knight in the eye once more.
“Force your hand!” The knight laughs, “what can you, a mere servant, do? You’re not even armed!”
“I’m always armed.” Merlin whispers, and the knight’s laughter stopped in his throat as Merlin’s eyes started to turn gold and chants words in a foreign tongue. The knight flies back and is pinned against the wall, and Arthur’s sword levitates from the ground where it was knocked and shoots forward like an arrow at Merlin’s command, sliding between the knight’s ribs. The sword withdraws from the knight’s body and clatters to the ground as the knight slides down the wall. Arthur, sitting on his elbows, watches the scene with his jaw hanging and small sparks of anger in his eyes. In the awkward silence that follows, Lancelot calmly picks up Merlin’s tunic from where it had been thrown on the ground and walks over to pass it to him, clapping him on the shoulder. Merlin smiles softly at him as he pulls it on.
“You knew,” is the first thing to be said, from Arthur on the floor. “That’s what you were talking about at breakfast. All this time, you were both lying to me. Especially you!” Arthur points at Merlin, bringing himself to his feet. “How dare you practise evil! I trusted you! I gave you,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “everything. Did last night even mean anything to you? How could you lie to me about this?! How long have I been kept in the dark, Merlin? Have you all been having a good laugh about me, behind my back?”
“No!” Merlin starts sobbing desperately, “no, it’s not like that at all! I swear!”
“Arthur,” Lancelot interrupts, “Merlin didn’t tell me, I found out on my own. I never said anything because I wouldn’t have him executed, and neither would you.” Merlin is sobbing uncontrollably now, on his knees on the hard stone floor. “Arthur, listen to me. If there is anyone who is proof that magic isn’t evil, it’s Merlin. That was your father’s opinion, Arthur, not yours! Merlin has saved your life countless times and even Uther’s! The very man who would have had him burned for doing so! For God’s sake, look at him!” Lancelot points at Merlin, voice rising with his anger, which was rather a shock because Lancelot never got angry, and Arthur feels a twinge of pain that he was the one to bring him to that point. “Look at him! He’s devastated because of what you might think of him, for being a hero! He deserves a knighthood more than I do, more than any of us do! Don’t you love him at all!”
“Do you think I would be upset that he’s lied to me if I didn’t love him? If I didn’t care!” Arthur shouts, voice hoarse. At that moment the corridor echoes with Gwaine’s voice, “they’re in here!” and soon Gwaine, Percival, Leon and Elyan are storming into the room, and stop short at the sight before them. The knight was leaning against the wall, dead, Arthur’s sword on the floor beside him. Merlin was on his knees before Arthur, sobbing his heart out, whilst Arthur and Lancelot were standing facing each other, arguing by the looks of it, anger and upset clear in their eyes and posture.
“What happened!” Leon shouts in panic - what if they had been too late? But then, why were Lancelot and Arthur so angry at each other?
“Merlin’s fine, don’t worry,” Lancelot says through gritted teeth.
“He doesn’t look fine!” Gwaine bellows.
“Who else knew.” Arthur says. It’s not a question - it’s an order.
“Just myself and Gaius.”
“So Gaius has betrayed me too.”
“Betrayed you? Who’s betrayed you?” Leon asks, voicing the confusion of the other three knights with him.
“Why don’t you tell them, Merlin.” Arthur practically spits, but then he looks into Merlin’s eyes for the first time since he had used magic to defeat the knight. They were the bright, earnest blue they always were, tears pouring from them and wide like a wounded animal’s. But what shocked Arthur the most, what made all of his anger disappear, was that they were full of hurt and concern. But they were hurt and concerned for Arthur.
“What the hell has gotten into you!” Gwaine demands, stepping right up to Arthur.
“Gwaine,” Percival warns, putting a large hand on his shoulder. “What’s happening Lancelot?”
“Do you remember the time I told you about a great man who would save us one day? A man named Emrys?” Percival nods, confused.
“Just bear that in mind.”
Arthur’s barely listening - instead, he has knelt to the ground before Merlin, and cradled his face in his hands and tipped it upwards so he met his eyes.
“Why did you never tell me?”
“I was going to,” Merlin sniffles, “but I knew you’d react like this!” He stifles a cry with his sleeve before continuing. “I could hardly tell you while Uther was still alive, you wouldn’t have had the power to save me…. If you’d wanted to.”
“Don’t you dare,” Arthur warns in a deep voice, “don’t you dare think that anything you could ever do would make me want you dead. Don’t you dare, Merlin.”
“I’m so sorry,” Merlin says, voice hitching, “I really did want to tell you. And Lancelot did tell me to, several times. But if you had hated me as much as I thought you might…” he pauses, “then who would be here to save you if I were dead?” Much to Merlin’s shock, Arthur starts to laugh, shaking his head.
“Your concern was for my well being?” Merlin giggles a little, and then all of a sudden they’re both full on chortling, holding each other tightly.
“Would somebody please tell us what the fuck is going on!” Gwaine yells, exasperated. Merlin stands, wiping his eyes and grinning at his friend. He whispers another spell and watches in glee at the shocked expression on Gwaine’s face as his eyes turn gold and everything in the room levitates. When Merlin commands the spell to stop and everything falls back to its natural place, Gwaine stops looking around in amazement and grins at Merlin. “You devil!” He shouts joyfully, “you rascal! You rogue, I can’t believe it! All this time and you never thought to teach me!” Merlin laughs, feeling so happy in himself rather than trapped, caged.
“It’s not exactly something you can teach. I could do stuff like that before I could walk.”
“Are you kidding me!” Gwaine practically shrieks, at the same time Percival gasps as if gears have suddenly clicked in his head. He looks rapidly back and forth between Merlin and Lancelot, before pointing a finger at Lancelot, saying, “no way.”
“Yes, Percival.”
“But this sorcerer, Emrys. You said he was a dragonlord! That would mean that Morgana’s dragon -”
“Aithusa is not Morgana’s dragon. If he belongs to anyone, he belongs to me - but I want him to have free will. I have learnt what happens when you try to take that away.” All eyes are on Merlin now.
“He’s definitely Emrys? He’s the most powerful and just sorcerer you’ve been raving about?” Percival asks, confirming.
“Don’t sound so surprised, Percival.” Merlin jokes, snorting. Lancelot laughs too, before answering,
“The Great Dragon told me himself.”
“He’s still alive!” Leon shouts in disbelief, “I thought Arthur killed him! That over-sized, fire-breathing scaly bastard lizard tried to burn me alive!”
“Leon, you spent about five minutes at risk of being burnt alive,” Merlin intervenes, “I’ve spent about five years trying to avoid it.” Leon says nothing, suddenly feeling guilty, while Merlin continues. “And in all fairness, Uther did kill all of his kind. Not that it warrants him attacking Camelot, otherwise I would never have set him free in the first place.”
“You did that?!” Leon shouts, half angry, half incredulous.
“I owed him a debt; he’d been helping me for a long time. Helping me save Arthur’s life, I might add. Given that, I thought attacking the land he’d helped protect would be the last thing on his mind. But please, don’t be angry at Kilgarrah, he’s more than made up for it - he’s gotten us out of several sticky situations, I’ll have you know. He’s a true and loyal friend.” Leon just looks at him, flabbergasted.
“Well I guess I can’t really argue with the best sorcerer of the age, can I?” Leon answers, and Gwaine laughs, clapping him on the back.
“That’s the spirit, mate!”
“Can I request just one thing,” Elyan asks.
“Of course.”
“When you tell Gwen, please let me watch.” They all erupt into laughter, the tension broken.
“Even better,” Arthur wheezes, tears brimming in his eyes, “I want to see when he tells Geoffrey!”
*****
“So you’re really ok with all this?” Merlin asks tentatively. He and Arthur have finished packing and are waiting for the knights to be ready so they can go, and are lounging on the bed, their shirts on the floor beside them.
“What part of I love you do you not seem to understand?” Merlin smiles to himself and turns his head on the pillow so he’s looking into Arthur’s eyes. Arthur has a beautiful smile, and Merlin feels like it’s just for him when Arthur’s mouth quirks up at the corner and his eyes crinkle and sparkle whenever they look at each other.
“You’re not angry?”
“Oh I’m furious, but I’m finding out that the reasons for being so are wrong.” Arthur smiles, as if that clears everything up.
“So you’re really, really ok with all this?”
“Yes, I’m ok with all this! For heaven’s sake!” Arthur rolls over and kisses Merlin, equal parts passion, lust and wanting to shut Merlin the hell up. It works, as Merlin stops talking in favour of a light moan and reaches down to tug at Arthur’s laces to get at the erection rising from underneath. Arthur ducks his head to kiss and bite wetly at Merlin’s neck while Merlin struggles with his trousers. Arthur licks up to Merlin’s ear and whispers, “use your magic.”
“What?”
“Come on,” Arthur teases, leaning back, “say a spell. Take off our clothes.” Some whispered words and a flash of golden eyes later, they’re both lying on the bed naked and Merlin is straddling Arthur’s hips. And Arthur is shocked by how arousing that was.
“Hmmm, did you like that my Lord?” Merlin mumbles in what Arthur thinks is the sexiest voice he’s ever heard, while Merlin licks around his chest and nipples.
“Oh yes,” Arthur answers in a breathy voice, practically salivating at the sight of Merlin’s pretty mouth closed around his nipple.
“What do you want? I’ll give you anything,” Merlin whispers, tongue licking around Arthur’s navel.
“I, um, I - ah!” Arthur shouts as he feels a wet stripe of heat go up the length of his cock.
“I’ll tell you what,” Merlin says conversationally, moving up Arthur’s body, “since you seem incoherent at the moment, how about I choose for you.” Merlin reaches over for the oil and coats his fingers with it. Arthur spreads his legs wantonly, but Merlin puts a hand on one of his knees and says, “oh no, it’s my turn now,” as he reaches around to put his fingers up his own arse and stretch himself.
“Oh my gods, Merlin, that is so hot.”
“How do you want me Arthur? Tell me.”
“I… uh…. I want…” Arthur stammers as Merlin makes little squeaky noises as he pumps his fingers in and out of himself. “I want to bend you over the bed.”
“And then what?” Merlin asks cheekily as he positions himself the way Arthur desired. Arthur stands behind him, coating his cock liberally with the rest of the oil.
“And then,” Arthur says, pressing his cockhead to Merlin’s hole, “I fuck you until you scream.” Arthur gently pushes his cock in, listening intently for any signs of pain from Merlin. When he hears him suck in a breath through his teeth, he pulls out.
“Arthur, I want you in me!”
“Not if I’m hurting you, Merlin, I stand by what I said last night regardless of what happened this morning. I’m not going to do anything you’re not ready for or might cause that kind of pain -” Arthur stops as he closes his eyes against fresh memories of storming into the room to find Merlin naked and tied to the bed, struggling, with the knight straddling his back with a finger in his hole.
“Arthur stop with this! You are not him and I am fine! Yes, it hurts a little bit, you would know that considering what we did last night, but I like the burn, I like feeling myself stretch around you, so get your fucking dick inside me!” Arthur moans and places a hand on Merlin’s hip and wraps the other round the base of his own cock to guide it in. “Oh, yes Arthur, don’t hold back, I want to feel it slide all the way in,” Merlin gasps as he feels the head push its way past the first ring of muscle. Moaning louder and unwilling to deny Merlin anything he asks for, Arthur pushes hips forward until he’s all the way in to the hilt. “Oh Arthur, yes!” Merlin near screams. Arthur takes in everything in the moment, the sound of Merlin’s pleasure, the squirming of his delicious body, the feeling of it so tight around his cock, how gorgeous both of their bodies looked together where they were joined, and he traced a finger around where his cock was being swallowed up. “Uhhhhh,” Merlin moans, pushing his hips up desperately to make Arthur move his wonderfully large cock in him. Then there’s a knock on the door and Gwaine’s voice saying, “come on princess, you’ve had time to chat, we’re ready to go!” Nobody would have described Gwaine as innocent except for that one moment. Chat indeed.
“We’ll meet you by the horses!” Arthur calls back, then he claps a hand over Merlin’s mouth to muffle his scream as he pulls his hips back and then slams forward, again and again in rapid succession. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before they were cleaned up, dressed, and with the others who were waiting for them to leave.