Prompt #24, "Marriage Isn't Everything", Arthur/Merlin, Soft R
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, Needy!Arthur
654 words.
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Merlin has barely made it across Arthur's chambers before hands are cupping him, desperate wet kisses are being pressed everywhere, and the only thing left in his world is Arthur.
It's been such a long time since it's been like this with Arthur - with anyone, really, but he's never wanted it like this with anyone else.
He doesn't know what he did to make Arthur snap. Just that earlier tonight, he'd been laughing with the knights. And now... now Arthur was all over him, like he needed to claim him, needed to make Merlin his. Which was silly, because they weren't exactly exclusive - Arthur was getting married, for Pete's sake!
Oh.
It hits Merlin like a ton of bricks. Yes. Arthur is getting married. And Merlin can't do this any more.
"Arthur... Arthur, you have to stop," Merlin gasps, wanting to draw him back in but knowing he didn't have the strength to pull away again.
"Merlin," Arthur pleads. "Merlin, I need you. You're... gods above, Merlin, you're everything. I need to have you. Please."
"No," Merlin says, almost cruelly. But Arthur won't be the only one hurting here, even if he doesn't understand why.
"Merlin... just... You know I need it," Arthur begs. "No one else... no one else can take me."
And if that doesn't manage to send a jolt of lust through Merlin, then there is nothing in this world that will.
"You're getting married, Arthur!" Merlin says, half exasperated, but mostly reminding himself why this is such a bad idea. "I know you need an heir, but you chose to get married."
"I don't want to," Arthur tells him, nothing less than the truth, and it makes Merlin's heart hurt. "If... If I could carry my own heir, if there was a way I could have an heir and get to keep you for always, I would. Merlin, I need you to keep me grounded. And right now? I really need you to fuck the ever living hell out of me. Please."
"Fuck," Merlin moans, unable to stop himself from kissing Arthur. He pulls back again. "I... No, Arthur. I won't keep on doing this. Gwen is my friend. You're ruining her relationship with Lancelot, too, you know."
"I know," Arthur nods, guiltily. "But she'd be the perfect mother."
"Then pass a decree," Merlin says, softly, resting his forehead against Arthur's. "Make it so that she and Lancelot can marry without disgrace. Give them land and titles, but make it clear that she will bear you an heir before she and Lancelot can take each other to bed."
"Have a bastard?" Arthur asks, scandalised.
"No, don't be silly," Merlin almost lets himself grin. Almost. "Announce it publicly. That loveless marriage isn't something a kingdom needs. Tell the people what you are going to do before hand. The Old Religion condones it, you know. You don't have to fall in with the Christians just because they're gaining in number, you know. They... they believe in a hell, Arthur. A place where the soul rests in torment for all eternity. That's not the sort of thing you want your people to fear, is it?"
"No," Arthur agrees. "I shall do it, then. It... It used to be a noble position - the King's mistress. When the wife was too frail, or too loved by her King yet unable to bear a son, he'd take a mistress until he had his heir. That's... that's how my father was born, actually. A King and his Mistress."
"There, tradition, see?" Merlin smiles, feeling giddy. He can have Arthur, and Gwen can have Lancelot, and maybe everyone can be happy after all.
"Great," Arthur says, pressing himself against Merlin again. "Now, please - I've been needing your cock for weeks, you clot."
"Yes sire," Merlin says, as cheekily as he can manage, even as he reached for the lube and magics their clothes away.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, Needy!Arthur
654 words.
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Merlin has barely made it across Arthur's chambers before hands are cupping him, desperate wet kisses are being pressed everywhere, and the only thing left in his world is Arthur.
It's been such a long time since it's been like this with Arthur - with anyone, really, but he's never wanted it like this with anyone else.
He doesn't know what he did to make Arthur snap. Just that earlier tonight, he'd been laughing with the knights. And now... now Arthur was all over him, like he needed to claim him, needed to make Merlin his. Which was silly, because they weren't exactly exclusive - Arthur was getting married, for Pete's sake!
Oh.
It hits Merlin like a ton of bricks. Yes. Arthur is getting married. And Merlin can't do this any more.
"Arthur... Arthur, you have to stop," Merlin gasps, wanting to draw him back in but knowing he didn't have the strength to pull away again.
"Merlin," Arthur pleads. "Merlin, I need you. You're... gods above, Merlin, you're everything. I need to have you. Please."
"No," Merlin says, almost cruelly. But Arthur won't be the only one hurting here, even if he doesn't understand why.
"Merlin... just... You know I need it," Arthur begs. "No one else... no one else can take me."
And if that doesn't manage to send a jolt of lust through Merlin, then there is nothing in this world that will.
"You're getting married, Arthur!" Merlin says, half exasperated, but mostly reminding himself why this is such a bad idea. "I know you need an heir, but you chose to get married."
"I don't want to," Arthur tells him, nothing less than the truth, and it makes Merlin's heart hurt. "If... If I could carry my own heir, if there was a way I could have an heir and get to keep you for always, I would. Merlin, I need you to keep me grounded. And right now? I really need you to fuck the ever living hell out of me. Please."
"Fuck," Merlin moans, unable to stop himself from kissing Arthur. He pulls back again. "I... No, Arthur. I won't keep on doing this. Gwen is my friend. You're ruining her relationship with Lancelot, too, you know."
"I know," Arthur nods, guiltily. "But she'd be the perfect mother."
"Then pass a decree," Merlin says, softly, resting his forehead against Arthur's. "Make it so that she and Lancelot can marry without disgrace. Give them land and titles, but make it clear that she will bear you an heir before she and Lancelot can take each other to bed."
"Have a bastard?" Arthur asks, scandalised.
"No, don't be silly," Merlin almost lets himself grin. Almost. "Announce it publicly. That loveless marriage isn't something a kingdom needs. Tell the people what you are going to do before hand. The Old Religion condones it, you know. You don't have to fall in with the Christians just because they're gaining in number, you know. They... they believe in a hell, Arthur. A place where the soul rests in torment for all eternity. That's not the sort of thing you want your people to fear, is it?"
"No," Arthur agrees. "I shall do it, then. It... It used to be a noble position - the King's mistress. When the wife was too frail, or too loved by her King yet unable to bear a son, he'd take a mistress until he had his heir. That's... that's how my father was born, actually. A King and his Mistress."
"There, tradition, see?" Merlin smiles, feeling giddy. He can have Arthur, and Gwen can have Lancelot, and maybe everyone can be happy after all.
"Great," Arthur says, pressing himself against Merlin again. "Now, please - I've been needing your cock for weeks, you clot."
"Yes sire," Merlin says, as cheekily as he can manage, even as he reached for the lube and magics their clothes away.