Kink Me! #34
Kink Me! #34
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“Do I... Merlin, what do you think?”
“I... you...”
“You think I'd just, what, use him?”
“No, no you wouldn't do that. So, you love him.”
Merlin waits for a reply, for some little glimmer of hope, but Arthur doesn't move or make a sound. Merlin turns to go.
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It had started so brilliantly, so easily. Like a sitcom. Merlin felt he was just beginning to embark on his life, his real life. He'd just made sergeant and had his constable with him, trying to locate a homeless guy they knew who was missing. It was even sunny, the whether on their side. They swung into the air conditioned reception of a business suite, the high ceiling going up up up surrounded by a stair case, ending in a high glass ceiling.
“Merlin! Hello, sergeant.”
“Gwen. Hi. This is constable Godwyn, she's mine.”
“I am not yours. Sir.”
“Basically. More or less. Basically you belong to me, because you're my constable. Note the possessive.”
“Yes, Merlin. I mean sir. But you are mysergeant. Note the possessive ( ... )
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Elena also started bringing Arthur to police events, as arm candy. He always flirted horrendously with all the guys and acted like a proper queen, camp and silly and it looked like so much fun. He always gave Merlin a look that said 'see? They don't hate me'. But Arthur was an eccentric businessman, famous, always in the news and women's trashy mags in vein of 'what a shame he's gay'. The coppers mostly just laughed at him ( ... )
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“Arthur, come on. He knows. He'd have known. Besides, he's fine. Just a knock to the head. He had a really hard head.”
A watery laugh. Merlin finally pried his eyes open and was so so grateful for the dimness of the room but the small amount of light still hurt. Actually, he hurt all over. His head felt giant. He could see Arthur and Elena sitting side by side, hanging on to one another. They were both watching him worriedly and they grinned at the same time, both jumping to their feet.
“Merlin!”
“Merlin! Oh … MErlinMerlin tried to smile, hugging Elena when she flung herself at him. He felt like he was just one big bruise. She pulled away and cradled his face, suddenly crying herself ( ... )
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This made me laugh: Maybe I can take you out for dinner in a non-sexy capacity? I can try to turn my beauty down.
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Merlin was at work, filing the endless paper work that arises when you arrest someone, when his desk phone rung. Elena ignored it, even when Merlin glared at her. Which was annoying. He was the senior officer. Well, technically she was older and she had been doing this longer but he was a sergeant. Okay, he sounded like a dick in his head. He answered the phone.
“Sergeant Emrys's desk.”
-Merlin?-
“Arthur! Uh, hello. What are you ringing me here for?”
-Oh, nothing. I shouldn't have... never mind.-
“Okay...?”
-Bye-
“Hang on, hang on.”
-Yeah?-
“Why'd you call? You never do.”
-You asked me not to. I... I wondered if you... no, no. Never mind.-
“Arthur!-Right, right. I thought maybe you could come pick me up, but no. I know. I shouldn't have asked. So, I'll just go ( ... )
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“Yeah. I won't be able to dance with you, I won't be able to even talk to you properly because you'll be paranoid about someone noticing something. Obviously you hate it loads. You know, no one would bat an eyelid if I made you dance with me.”
“Maybe not at you. I'm not rich enough to be brushed off as eccentric. People-”
“I know, I know. Blah blah blah.”
Merlin sighed and went back to examining his rented suit in the mirror. Arthur offered to have one tailored especially for Merlin, but he'd felt silly. Also, people might have asked questions. Arthur of course had a million suitable suits and was lounging on Merlin's bed in boxers and nothing else, reading Glamour tips aloud.
“This one might help you; enjoy a little afternoon delight! Studies show women have better orgasms between 1pm and 5pm. What do you think?”
“Shut up. Maybe... I don't know enough girls, Arthur!”
“Take my sister. She'll do it. For a price.”
“What price?”
“I don't know. You'd have to ask her. Oh, look at this one. Dear Jake: Why is my boyfriend so ( ... )
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Wonderful update.
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