Prompt #33 "For Want Of Love" Arthur/Everyone, Arthur/Gwen, Arthur/Merlin, PG-13 [underage, characte
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/everybody, slutty!Arthur (he's Camelot's resident manwhore)
928 words.
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It started when Arthur was sixteen. His father called him to his chambers, in a manner Arthur was wholly unfamiliar with, on the eve of his day of birth.
"Arthur, my boy," Uther said, looking like he was pleased with his son, for once. "Tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday, and - as always - I want what is best for you."
"Yes, father," Arthur replied, doing nothing to hide his confusion.
"As such, I have requested an amulet for you."
"Magic? But father -"
"No, Arthur," Uther interrupted. "There is one man in Camelot I can trust not to be swayed by the evils of magic, and if anyone were able to find good in magic, it is he. Therefore, we have created an amulet, for your protection."
Arthur couldn't help feeling happy that his father cared enough for his well being that he'd use magic to ensure his safety.
Uther presented him with a small, red talon, nothing like what Arthur would expect of an amulet.
"What does it do?" Arthur asked, curious, even as he slipped it around his neck.
"It will protect you from venerable disease and bastards, Arthur," Uther said, sounding immensely proud of himself.
"So... I can... with whoever I want?" Arthur asked, feeling slightly awkward about talking to his dad about this stuff. But at the same time... he could have sex now, without worrying about bastards. Or disease.
"Of course," Uther said. "Now, off with you. You've got a busy day tomorrow."
"Yes, father," Arthur replied. "I'll see you in the morning. Thank you."
On his way back to his chambers, Arthur bumped into the serving girl he'd had his eye on for a number of months.
Ten minutes later - if he was generous on himself - he'd lost his pesky virginity and discovered the joys of sex.
The months following were a dizzy whirl for Arthur. He had six girls he could go to whenever he wanted a quick pick me up, and had the chance to take as many girls as he wanted whenever he decided he fancied it.
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Arthur was eighteen when he first slept with a man.
It was glorious.
He'd never really considered the possibilities of being with a man before, and he'd had so many women in his life - he'd never needed to. But three days with no sex had been beyond tough, and when one of the knights had shown an interest? Who was Arthur to resist?
And that, as they say, was that.
It didn't take Arthur more than a week to work his way through his knights.
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By the time Arthur reached the fifth year anniversary of his reign over Camelot, the only person of age Arthur hadn't had sex with was Merlin.
It wasn't that he didn't like Merlin - quite the opposite in fact.
He'd fucked his way through the court, through the gentry and visiting nobles, fucked his way through the servants and peasants.
There was, quite literally, not a single person over the age of sixteen that Arthur hadn't slept with at least once. Well... not that had shown any interest in him, anyway.
Arthur had no intention of sleeping with someone who didn't want him. For all of his... well, he couldn't really think of a word for what he was. Womanising was inclusive enough, but he supposed that would do.
For all his womanising ways, what made him feel happiest was knowing he'd brought someone else pleasure, before himself. There was something... powerful about it, about knowing how easily he could please his people.
Merlin, though, was off limits, no matter how much Arthur wanted him.
Merlin had never shown anything but disgust in Arthur's ways, was probably offended by the very idea of sex without love.
Arthur knew there was nothing he could do to change that, knew there was nothing he wanted to do to change that. Merlin was brilliant exactly as he was, and Arthur wanted him to stay that way.
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Arthur grew gradually more confident in his love for Merlin as the years stretched on.
He'd always love Merlin, always.
But Arthur was not a man for whom love came easily. Maybe he was destined for a life with nothing more than sex.
Being the one man guaranteed to bring you pleasure, again and again, the one man you could count on to care of little else but getting off - that eventually grew old.
Now Arthur was left with nothing but quick pleasure, in the place of long lasting love - the one thing he actually wanted, now.
His father's amulet, what was once a blessing, was more of a curse.
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Arthur's marriage to Gwen came as a surprise to no one. Neither was the all out orgy he had to celebrate.
Merlin looked on, as always, slightly disgusted by Arthur's activities.
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It is some years after the birth of Arthur's son, Myrddin, and the death of Guinevere during labour that Arthur gives up his amulet.
Merlin destroys it for him, as Arthur has no intention for his boy to make the same mistakes he had.
His love for Merlin is still as strong as ever, and this is the greatest thing he can do to prove it. Still they never slept together. With Arthur's age came a dislike of carnal activities, and when he finally took Merlin to his bed?
They were both content to lay in each other's arms, to feel the years of friendship and more that had passed between them.
Arthur was content.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/everybody, slutty!Arthur (he's Camelot's resident manwhore)
928 words.
***
It started when Arthur was sixteen. His father called him to his chambers, in a manner Arthur was wholly unfamiliar with, on the eve of his day of birth.
"Arthur, my boy," Uther said, looking like he was pleased with his son, for once. "Tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday, and - as always - I want what is best for you."
"Yes, father," Arthur replied, doing nothing to hide his confusion.
"As such, I have requested an amulet for you."
"Magic? But father -"
"No, Arthur," Uther interrupted. "There is one man in Camelot I can trust not to be swayed by the evils of magic, and if anyone were able to find good in magic, it is he. Therefore, we have created an amulet, for your protection."
Arthur couldn't help feeling happy that his father cared enough for his well being that he'd use magic to ensure his safety.
Uther presented him with a small, red talon, nothing like what Arthur would expect of an amulet.
"What does it do?" Arthur asked, curious, even as he slipped it around his neck.
"It will protect you from venerable disease and bastards, Arthur," Uther said, sounding immensely proud of himself.
"So... I can... with whoever I want?" Arthur asked, feeling slightly awkward about talking to his dad about this stuff. But at the same time... he could have sex now, without worrying about bastards. Or disease.
"Of course," Uther said. "Now, off with you. You've got a busy day tomorrow."
"Yes, father," Arthur replied. "I'll see you in the morning. Thank you."
On his way back to his chambers, Arthur bumped into the serving girl he'd had his eye on for a number of months.
Ten minutes later - if he was generous on himself - he'd lost his pesky virginity and discovered the joys of sex.
The months following were a dizzy whirl for Arthur. He had six girls he could go to whenever he wanted a quick pick me up, and had the chance to take as many girls as he wanted whenever he decided he fancied it.
*
Arthur was eighteen when he first slept with a man.
It was glorious.
He'd never really considered the possibilities of being with a man before, and he'd had so many women in his life - he'd never needed to. But three days with no sex had been beyond tough, and when one of the knights had shown an interest? Who was Arthur to resist?
And that, as they say, was that.
It didn't take Arthur more than a week to work his way through his knights.
*
By the time Arthur reached the fifth year anniversary of his reign over Camelot, the only person of age Arthur hadn't had sex with was Merlin.
It wasn't that he didn't like Merlin - quite the opposite in fact.
He'd fucked his way through the court, through the gentry and visiting nobles, fucked his way through the servants and peasants.
There was, quite literally, not a single person over the age of sixteen that Arthur hadn't slept with at least once. Well... not that had shown any interest in him, anyway.
Arthur had no intention of sleeping with someone who didn't want him. For all of his... well, he couldn't really think of a word for what he was. Womanising was inclusive enough, but he supposed that would do.
For all his womanising ways, what made him feel happiest was knowing he'd brought someone else pleasure, before himself. There was something... powerful about it, about knowing how easily he could please his people.
Merlin, though, was off limits, no matter how much Arthur wanted him.
Merlin had never shown anything but disgust in Arthur's ways, was probably offended by the very idea of sex without love.
Arthur knew there was nothing he could do to change that, knew there was nothing he wanted to do to change that. Merlin was brilliant exactly as he was, and Arthur wanted him to stay that way.
*
Arthur grew gradually more confident in his love for Merlin as the years stretched on.
He'd always love Merlin, always.
But Arthur was not a man for whom love came easily. Maybe he was destined for a life with nothing more than sex.
Being the one man guaranteed to bring you pleasure, again and again, the one man you could count on to care of little else but getting off - that eventually grew old.
Now Arthur was left with nothing but quick pleasure, in the place of long lasting love - the one thing he actually wanted, now.
His father's amulet, what was once a blessing, was more of a curse.
*
Arthur's marriage to Gwen came as a surprise to no one. Neither was the all out orgy he had to celebrate.
Merlin looked on, as always, slightly disgusted by Arthur's activities.
*
It is some years after the birth of Arthur's son, Myrddin, and the death of Guinevere during labour that Arthur gives up his amulet.
Merlin destroys it for him, as Arthur has no intention for his boy to make the same mistakes he had.
His love for Merlin is still as strong as ever, and this is the greatest thing he can do to prove it. Still they never slept together. With Arthur's age came a dislike of carnal activities, and when he finally took Merlin to his bed?
They were both content to lay in each other's arms, to feel the years of friendship and more that had passed between them.
Arthur was content.