Kink Me! #3

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[anonymous]

Arthur/Merlin. Holiday, continent, a no-strings affair. Paid for sex/rape fantasy/bondage/power play/asphixiation etc. Any kink can be worked in, just make it rough and messy.

From Russia with Love, part 1

[anonymous]

I was totally aiming at fulfilling your prompt, and somewhere along the way I failed miserably. Miserably. Also, this got way out of hand I don't even know what the hell half of it is all about. Just saying! :D

But then again, it's porn, so. Who cares, yay sexytimes M/A!

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Eastern Russia is a cold, cold place and it won't get any warmer in the five months he's dedicating to this project. The army base has an old, ceiling-high heating unit that rattles the walls from inside its closet room--pipes screeching, gurgling behind the plaster, a godawful sound that chases the shivers down his spine--but at least it's warm. Unlike his apartment, a company-paid room in a half-deserted flat on the outskirts of the small, industrial town. It's a cramped space with stained walls, curled-end carpeting and a single polyester curtain separating the bath and toilet from the rest of the room: a kitchen counter and a bed, a metal frame with an indented mattress.

It was the best they could do, they said over the phone--connection fuzzy, static.

Re: From Russia with Love, part 1

[anonymous]

By GOD woman, write next part soon! Russian!Prostitute Merlin is a kink I didn't know I have but apparently I do.

Re: From Russia with Love, part 1

[anonymous]

Here's the same anon, who apparently failed in getting to the queue for brains but already found next chappies. :)

From Russia with Love, part 2

[anonymous]

"Get off," he tells him, gritting it out.

The boy stills, breathless, looking down. "What?"

"Get. Off."

For a short pause, Arthur thinks there will be a protest. But the boy just gives a sharp exhale, lifts himself off with a hitch of breath, settles messily into the mattress next to Arthur and starts to work himself off with a fast hand.

"Jesus, don't do that shit here." Arthur flexes his fingers against the iron bars. "Untie me," he says, tugging at the straps. And then, at the boy's dirty look, "I said, unfuckingtie me

Re: From Russia with Love, part 2

[anonymous]

I am so sorry, but I was laughing so hard at the part about money, I couldn't stop and I definitely needed to share this with you.
I like this fic so far, BUT THE ONLY PURPLE MONEY IN RUSSIA WAS SOVIET UNION'S ONE ROUBLE BANKNOTES and unless this is Soviet Union AU (which it's not) Arthur is pretty much is a troll NYWAHAHAHA OH YES I HAVE MONEY HERE YOU GO OH WAT SHUT THE HELL UP THIS IS LEGIT SEE THE WATERMARKS YOU IDIOT TAKE MY MONEY AND OFF YOU GO
Also, the brown ones are probably 100 rouble banknotes lol which equals about 3.2 dollars (1 $ = 30 rub)
it's just
soviet union money
xDD
some people are still trying to pull that trick lol
some even succeed O_o
like Awrthur here :D

From Russia with Love, part 3

[anonymous]

When he hands him the money, Arthur says

From Russia with Love, part 4

[anonymous]

The week after Arthur purposefully remains in his chair when the boy shows up. Maybe it was obvious, what he was going for, or maybe the boy just knew what to look out for because he doesn't complain this time--just takes the straps, straddles Arthur's lap and takes his time in tying his arms and hands and ankles to the wooden seat. By the time he's done Arthur's panting, he's so hard, and the boy still doesn't hurry; slowly taking off his shoes, his jeans, his shirt--prepares himself standing, one foot up on the chair next to Arthur's thigh. When he lowers himself onto Arthur his arms are slack on his shoulder, eyes closed at first and then raised to the ceiling, breath hitching with every rock of his hips. Arthur goes mad under him, tries desperately to move but can't, is glad for it and frantic with it, pelvis pumping up--jaw slack, looking down at the sight of them--as the boy starts jerking himself off, the first time he's done that while fucking, and where Arthur thought he'd say something about it he ends up just hissing a

From Russia with Love, part 5

[anonymous]

"So you're here in the name of her Majesty," the boy says later, casually getting dressed by the bedside

From Russia with Love, part 6

[anonymous]

"They must be paying you good," the boy said on the next occasion. "That you're willing to stay in this shithole

From Russia with Love, part 7

[anonymous]

He calls on Tuesday to ask if they can send the boy over now. A problem with a recent change in his schedule, he says, very bothersome but not to be helped. He's currently out of reach, they tell him. The best they can do is call back within an hour, see if anything can be arranged.

Arthur smokes his way through the hour, leaning his head to the window sill and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Eventually they call back an hour and a half later. Good news, is what they start with, and he immediately cuts them off with, Send him here as quickly as possible. Do you understand? As quickly as possible. As possible. Yeah

From Russia with Love, part 8

[anonymous]

"That was a shitty fucking knot," he mutters sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands dangling between his knees. "And I fucking told you, too. I said, you had to--You don't know what--" He stops. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the boy pause in pulling on his t-shirt, catches a glimpse of the darkening blotches of red skin along his sides. The boy pulls down the hem of the worn fabric, walks toward Arthur

From Russia with Love, part 9

[anonymous]

They pass a window. Arthur presses himself to the wall, still sitting and ducking under the view of the outside, shuffling along the length towards the hall. There's nothing in the hall, but it's away from the growing fire, which is something. The voices outside sound alarmed, speeding in blurry French, some hurrying away--some getting closer. Cursing, Arthur fumbles in his pocket for his gun, steadying it in his hand--flexing his fingers around it--back still to the wall as he gets to his feet. He waits for the door to open, for someone to get in, walk the hall toward the office room and when the steps are near he takes a breath of smoke--takes the rounding step into the hall and holds out his gun, immediately aiming, ready to shoot if not bargain for anything

From Russia with Love, part 10

[anonymous]

Arthur doesn't know what to say to that. The smoke is getting thicker, the voices outside more nervous, and the boy--oh, man, he is a man, has to be--and what a man, a madman, a mad, brilliant boy who shoves a hand into his chest and says, "All right. Step back, this, uhm." He smiles, nervously. "This is gonna give a little boom

Re: From Russia with Love, part 10

[anonymous]

THAT WAS UTTERLY BRILLIANT AND I SORT OF LOVE YOU FOREVER DEAR GOD.

Re: From Russia with Love, part 10

[sp_owl]

Wow, this was really dirty and gritty and spectacular!