Prompt #18 "Mine", Arthur/Merlin, unrequited!Arthur/Idiots, NC-17 [marking/magical marking, bonding]
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, possession (perferably possessive Merlin. Possessive Arthur has all the fun!)
1414 words.
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Arthur was getting too close to Lady Catherine. It was wrong for Merlin to be so jealous, but dammit - Arthur was his, not some stupidly pretty noblewoman's.
Merlin just had to prove it. Had to make them all see.
What good was being Court Sorcerer, wearer of pointy hats, if he couldn't let all of Albion know who Arthur belonged to?
Not that most of Albion didn't already know. Lady Catherine, though, was another in a long line of visiting nobles - both men and women - from Kingdom's swearing fealty to Camelot.
The war had been a tough one, but Arthur had his knights, and Merlin, and between them, Albion had finally submitted to one ruler. The north of the isle was yet to conform, but in time... oh, in time they would. It was the only way to stop the petty wars, after all, and the nobles got to keep their titles and land. Old Kings and Princes who'd fought against it weren't so lucky, but those who'd been inspired by Arthur, by the story of the sword in the stone, by everything Camelot had accomplished? They'd given up their titles easily for a chance to count themselves amongst Arthur's circle, and peace had reigned in the Kingdom for nearly a decade now.
Yet still the nobles would come, attempt to woo Arthur to their beds, to get a better title, more land - or to claim what they saw as their place as Albion's Queen.
Merlin wasn't going to let them get away with it anymore.
"Arthur," Merlin called, clearly. "We have an appointment."
"We do?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Yes. A private appointment."
The about turn Arthur made in his conversation with Lady Catherine after that was amusing, and did a little to settle Merlin down. Not enough, but a little.
"If anyone needs me, I will be in the Royal Chambers," Arthur called. Then, before they could make their way out of the Great Hall, Merlin tugging at Arthur's wrist, he turned around. "Do not need me any time in the next three hours. I will not be happy, and Merlin... well, you know what he's capable of."
Satisfied that they'd be left alone, Arthur let himself be dragged through the doors.
Merlin shoved him against the wall in plain view of anyone still staring at the open doorway, and pulled him into a bruising kiss.
"You're mine, you know," Merlin said, almost conversationally, kissing Arthur again. Arthur was already like putty in his hands, and Merlin could hear someone - probably Gwaine, the pervert - whistling after them. No doubt he'd bed the Lady before the night was out.
"Always, Merlin, you know that," Arthur groaned. "Now are you going to take me to our chambers or not?"
Merlin's eyes flashed gold, and one disorientating moment, they were naked, in their chambers. Merlin turned a feral grin on Arthur.
"I'm going to make it so everyone in Albion knows who you belong to. No one is going to think they can bed you. Never again."
"Oh gods," Arthur moaned, trying to thrust against Merlin. "I love it when you get like this."
"I know. You do it on purpose, don't you?" Merlin growled, thrusting his cock against Arthur's.
"Yes," Arthur admitted, hanging his head a little.
"Don't worry. Albion is full of idiots. There may well be a next time. But for now... do you trust me, Arthur?"
"With the lives of everyone in Albion," Arthur said earnestly. "With every part of myself. I will always trust you, Merlin."
"Good, because I've been waiting to do this for a long time," Merlin grinned wickedly, moving his body just out of Arthur's reach. "There will be no mistaking who you belong to after tonight."
"Gods above!" Arthur cried, cock already leaking pre-come. "Do it. Please, Merlin. Make me yours. Prove to me who I belong to."
"It'll be quick," Merlin warned, already reaching for the crystal he'd been keeping in his bedside cabinet, just waiting for the moment Arthur would allow him to use this spell. "And... I don't think it will hurt, but it might. A bit."
"Don't care," Arthur told him, watching his every move. "Just fuck me, please Merlin."
"I... This spell is used to marry two souls together," Merlin told him, needing Arthur to be aware of all the facts.
"Good," Arthur said, breathlessly. "Been meaning to change the bloody laws, anyway."
Merlin grinned, his usual cheeky self for just a moment before he remembered how close Arthur had been to Lady Catherine, of all people.
Merlin locked his eyes with Arthur's, and joined their hands over the crystal. He muttered the spell, guttural, and whispered another to prepare Arthur for their coupling.
Merlin made sure their hands stayed locked together, and concentrated fully on the feeling of Arthur belonging to him, of belonging to Arthur, as he pressed his cock against Arthur's entrance, and pushed, bottoming out in one quick thrust.
"Fuck! Yes! Merlin!" Arthur shouted, grinding back against him, trying to get closer, no matter that that was impossible.
Merlin kept his concentration on chanting, even as he fucked Arthur hard and fast, stroking him quickly with his spare hand.
It didn't take him long to complete the incantation, and as soon as he'd finished, he took Arthur's mouth in another bruising kiss, desperate to leave his mark upon Arthur's lips.
The crystal between their hands glowed, flashing white hot heat for maybe two heartbeats, before settling into the steady warmth that signalled the spell had worked perfectly.
At the same time, a wave of pure ecstasy rushed through Merlin, and he felt all that Arthur had been, all that he was, and all that he would be rush through him as his orgasm hit, the most intense sensation he'd ever experienced, made that much more by Arthur clenching tightly around him.
Merlin had no concept of how long it took for them to come back down from their orgasm, but when he did, it was to the feeling of still being inside Arthur, to soft kisses, still every bit as possessive as their earlier, harsher ones had been.
"That was... wow," Arthur whispered, creating a feeling of their own little world for all that their was no one around to over hear them, anyway.
"Yeah," Merlin agreed, pulling back to look at Arthur, careful not to move his hips. It would become uncomfortable, and he knew his cock was probably too sensitive to stay in Arthur's arse, but for now, he'd keep them joined. "Yeah, that was definitely wow. And no one will be able to miss it, now."
"What did it do?" Arthur asked, running his free hand idly along Merlin's back.
"Just... it marked you, for all to see," Merlin smirked. "Well, for all to see when you're topless, anyway. My sigil will forever be left above your heart, from now on."
"Good," Arthur said, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I want the world to know."
"They will," Merlin said, simply. "And if it means you have to be topless a bit more? Well, I can live with that."
"I'll bet you can," Arthur grinned.
"So... we still have most of that three hours left, right?" Merlin asked with a grin, finally slipping free of Arthur.
"Yeah, we do," Arthur's grin answered Merlin's.
"Brilliant. So here's my plan. We spend some time kissing, and cuddling. You convince me again of how much you love me whilst I suck massive bruises where everyone can see them. Then in about half an hour, we fuck again. You can top this time, you lazy bugger."
"Half an hour?" Arthur quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh Merlin, my Merlin, I'm sure we can do better than that."
"Twenty minutes, then," Merlin said, grinning when he saw the look on Arthur's face. "Fine, ten minutes. But I won't be able to get it up for at least that long."
"Ten minutes it is then," Arthur said, grinning. "Now... I think you promised to leave great big bruises where everyone could see what a slut for you I am?"
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Only the bravest idiots dared approach Arthur for that after Merlin's sigil settled itself in properly.
What Merlin would never know is that each of them was rewarded handsomely for the reaction they were able to drag out of him, and that Arthur would never grow tired of the displays proving just who he belonged to.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, possession (perferably possessive Merlin. Possessive Arthur has all the fun!)
1414 words.
***
Arthur was getting too close to Lady Catherine. It was wrong for Merlin to be so jealous, but dammit - Arthur was his, not some stupidly pretty noblewoman's.
Merlin just had to prove it. Had to make them all see.
What good was being Court Sorcerer, wearer of pointy hats, if he couldn't let all of Albion know who Arthur belonged to?
Not that most of Albion didn't already know. Lady Catherine, though, was another in a long line of visiting nobles - both men and women - from Kingdom's swearing fealty to Camelot.
The war had been a tough one, but Arthur had his knights, and Merlin, and between them, Albion had finally submitted to one ruler. The north of the isle was yet to conform, but in time... oh, in time they would. It was the only way to stop the petty wars, after all, and the nobles got to keep their titles and land. Old Kings and Princes who'd fought against it weren't so lucky, but those who'd been inspired by Arthur, by the story of the sword in the stone, by everything Camelot had accomplished? They'd given up their titles easily for a chance to count themselves amongst Arthur's circle, and peace had reigned in the Kingdom for nearly a decade now.
Yet still the nobles would come, attempt to woo Arthur to their beds, to get a better title, more land - or to claim what they saw as their place as Albion's Queen.
Merlin wasn't going to let them get away with it anymore.
"Arthur," Merlin called, clearly. "We have an appointment."
"We do?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Yes. A private appointment."
The about turn Arthur made in his conversation with Lady Catherine after that was amusing, and did a little to settle Merlin down. Not enough, but a little.
"If anyone needs me, I will be in the Royal Chambers," Arthur called. Then, before they could make their way out of the Great Hall, Merlin tugging at Arthur's wrist, he turned around. "Do not need me any time in the next three hours. I will not be happy, and Merlin... well, you know what he's capable of."
Satisfied that they'd be left alone, Arthur let himself be dragged through the doors.
Merlin shoved him against the wall in plain view of anyone still staring at the open doorway, and pulled him into a bruising kiss.
"You're mine, you know," Merlin said, almost conversationally, kissing Arthur again. Arthur was already like putty in his hands, and Merlin could hear someone - probably Gwaine, the pervert - whistling after them. No doubt he'd bed the Lady before the night was out.
"Always, Merlin, you know that," Arthur groaned. "Now are you going to take me to our chambers or not?"
Merlin's eyes flashed gold, and one disorientating moment, they were naked, in their chambers. Merlin turned a feral grin on Arthur.
"I'm going to make it so everyone in Albion knows who you belong to. No one is going to think they can bed you. Never again."
"Oh gods," Arthur moaned, trying to thrust against Merlin. "I love it when you get like this."
"I know. You do it on purpose, don't you?" Merlin growled, thrusting his cock against Arthur's.
"Yes," Arthur admitted, hanging his head a little.
"Don't worry. Albion is full of idiots. There may well be a next time. But for now... do you trust me, Arthur?"
"With the lives of everyone in Albion," Arthur said earnestly. "With every part of myself. I will always trust you, Merlin."
"Good, because I've been waiting to do this for a long time," Merlin grinned wickedly, moving his body just out of Arthur's reach. "There will be no mistaking who you belong to after tonight."
"Gods above!" Arthur cried, cock already leaking pre-come. "Do it. Please, Merlin. Make me yours. Prove to me who I belong to."
"It'll be quick," Merlin warned, already reaching for the crystal he'd been keeping in his bedside cabinet, just waiting for the moment Arthur would allow him to use this spell. "And... I don't think it will hurt, but it might. A bit."
"Don't care," Arthur told him, watching his every move. "Just fuck me, please Merlin."
"I... This spell is used to marry two souls together," Merlin told him, needing Arthur to be aware of all the facts.
"Good," Arthur said, breathlessly. "Been meaning to change the bloody laws, anyway."
Merlin grinned, his usual cheeky self for just a moment before he remembered how close Arthur had been to Lady Catherine, of all people.
Merlin locked his eyes with Arthur's, and joined their hands over the crystal. He muttered the spell, guttural, and whispered another to prepare Arthur for their coupling.
Merlin made sure their hands stayed locked together, and concentrated fully on the feeling of Arthur belonging to him, of belonging to Arthur, as he pressed his cock against Arthur's entrance, and pushed, bottoming out in one quick thrust.
"Fuck! Yes! Merlin!" Arthur shouted, grinding back against him, trying to get closer, no matter that that was impossible.
Merlin kept his concentration on chanting, even as he fucked Arthur hard and fast, stroking him quickly with his spare hand.
It didn't take him long to complete the incantation, and as soon as he'd finished, he took Arthur's mouth in another bruising kiss, desperate to leave his mark upon Arthur's lips.
The crystal between their hands glowed, flashing white hot heat for maybe two heartbeats, before settling into the steady warmth that signalled the spell had worked perfectly.
At the same time, a wave of pure ecstasy rushed through Merlin, and he felt all that Arthur had been, all that he was, and all that he would be rush through him as his orgasm hit, the most intense sensation he'd ever experienced, made that much more by Arthur clenching tightly around him.
Merlin had no concept of how long it took for them to come back down from their orgasm, but when he did, it was to the feeling of still being inside Arthur, to soft kisses, still every bit as possessive as their earlier, harsher ones had been.
"That was... wow," Arthur whispered, creating a feeling of their own little world for all that their was no one around to over hear them, anyway.
"Yeah," Merlin agreed, pulling back to look at Arthur, careful not to move his hips. It would become uncomfortable, and he knew his cock was probably too sensitive to stay in Arthur's arse, but for now, he'd keep them joined. "Yeah, that was definitely wow. And no one will be able to miss it, now."
"What did it do?" Arthur asked, running his free hand idly along Merlin's back.
"Just... it marked you, for all to see," Merlin smirked. "Well, for all to see when you're topless, anyway. My sigil will forever be left above your heart, from now on."
"Good," Arthur said, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I want the world to know."
"They will," Merlin said, simply. "And if it means you have to be topless a bit more? Well, I can live with that."
"I'll bet you can," Arthur grinned.
"So... we still have most of that three hours left, right?" Merlin asked with a grin, finally slipping free of Arthur.
"Yeah, we do," Arthur's grin answered Merlin's.
"Brilliant. So here's my plan. We spend some time kissing, and cuddling. You convince me again of how much you love me whilst I suck massive bruises where everyone can see them. Then in about half an hour, we fuck again. You can top this time, you lazy bugger."
"Half an hour?" Arthur quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh Merlin, my Merlin, I'm sure we can do better than that."
"Twenty minutes, then," Merlin said, grinning when he saw the look on Arthur's face. "Fine, ten minutes. But I won't be able to get it up for at least that long."
"Ten minutes it is then," Arthur said, grinning. "Now... I think you promised to leave great big bruises where everyone could see what a slut for you I am?"
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Only the bravest idiots dared approach Arthur for that after Merlin's sigil settled itself in properly.
What Merlin would never know is that each of them was rewarded handsomely for the reaction they were able to drag out of him, and that Arthur would never grow tired of the displays proving just who he belonged to.