H is for: parts 24 & 25 (cos they chronologically concurrent)
Title: H is for: Husband (part 24)
Author: ShutupEccles
pairing: Arthur/Merlin
word count = 725
Rating: 15+
Disclaimer: Characters are reproductions of BBC reproductions of Arthurian legend.
Warning: fluff, slashy sex references, author's sense of humour
Beta: BigOlArthurFan, a fellow hopeless romantic.
Summary: ...Gawain and Uther made small talk as the evening wore on and the newlyweds made no attempt to return. Lancelot started taking bets on when they would reappear, and had quite a kitty collected when he reached the Father of a Groom. “Two dollars says Merlin’s toppled over the balcony and Arthur’s climbing down to rescue him.” Gawain pressed the money into Lancelot’s palm...
24. Husband
Uther stood proudly watching the two men make their way to the centre of the polished wooden floor.
“Beloved family and friends, may I present to you my son Arthur and his husband Merlin.”
He returned their joyous, affectionate smiles before the music began and they only had eyes for each other, holding each other close for their first dance as a married couple, wrapped up in the profoundest intimacy as they softly sang the words of ‘their’ song to each other. Each word a promise made over and over again.
A tear managed to complete the journey from Uther’s eye to his shirt-collar as the newlyweds exchanged a slow, deep kiss. What Arthur and Merlin shared was truly wondrous. It pained him to think that in another time, or even now in another place, love like theirs would not be allowed to flourish, that he had ignorantly tried to prune it short himself.
Marriage vows were not the only oaths sworn today. Uther vowed to do everything in his power to support and sustain this union that many would continue to undermine.
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The pair had been passed around to dance with various friends and family members, except Lancelot who only danced with his wife because she threatened him with no sex if he refused. Once they were finally allowed to dance together again Morgana and Gawain danced nearby. She and Merlin seemed to be sharing a private joke that increasingly worried Arthur.
“Does it involve The Hat?” he eventually found the courage to ask.
Morgana’s laugh was like shallow creek water trickling over pebbles and Merlin grinned like an idiot-a horny idiot.
“That would be a ‘yes’ then,” he frowned at them in typical Arthur fashion when they laughed conspiratorially at him. “You’re not doing that dance here are you?” he suddenly asked in horror.
“Ah, no, this trinket here,” Merlin adoringly touched the unique thin blue wire and leather braid Morgana had designed about Arthur’s wrist, “means you are the only person allowed to watch me dance from this day forward.”
“Mmm,” Arthur rumbled and pulled him in for a possessive kiss. “Mine.”
“Mine,” Merlin rumbled back, grabbing Arthur’s deliciously round bum closer.
“How much longer?” Arthur moaned in rapidly escalating desperation.
“Hours.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Then-don’t!” Merlin immediately led him by one hand to the balcony outside.
Morgana, Gawain and Uther moved to lock and guard the curtained doors behind them as a number of guests became a little too curious than was good for their age group.
“Nothing to see here; must be the seafood platter.” Morgana beamed and Gawain laughed.
“Will they ever learn to control themselves?” Uther muttered.
“I hope not! Imagine how boring our Christmas cards would be.”
“I can handle boring.”
Gawain and Uther made small talk as the evening wore on and the newlyweds made no attempt to return. Lancelot started taking bets on when they would reappear, and had quite a kitty collected when he reached the Father of a Groom.
“Two says Merlin’s toppled over the balcony and Arthur’s climbing down to rescue him.” Gawain pressed the money into Lancelot’s palm.
“That’s the seventeenth Merlin overboard, but an original twist. Uther?”
“Ten that at least one of them has lost an item of clothing out there. Honestly! Are they rabbits?”
“Be nice Uther, they abstained for the full three months. Trust me, they were unbearable!” Morgana frowned regally. “They've earned their private time...even if it is semi-public private time.”
The door shook once behind them. Uther went to unlock it but Morgana put a restraining hand on his wrist, just in case.
“Wait...” she peeped through the curtain, “okay. It’s safe to open.”
Lancelot checked his watch and made a note on his serviette betting log, then looked the pair over as if appraising cows at a farmer’s market: lifting trouser legs and inspecting belts.
“Underwear all present and correct?” he asked seriously, earning a headlock from Arthur so he and Merlin could administer a double-sided noogie attack. “I’ll take that as a yes. Sorry Uther, you’re money is mine.” Turning to the remaining guests he called loudly “All clothing and both blokes have returned unscathed, so taking times into account...I win! Pay up everyone!”
Arthur cuffed him playfully up the head then whispered to Merlin “Cake, then home?”
Merlin nodded.
Title: H is for Have and to Hold (part 25)
Author: ShutupEccles
pairing: Arthur/Merlin
word count = 1491
Rating: 17+
Disclaimer: Characters are reproductions of BBC reproductions of Arthurian legend.
Warning: sex, fluff, author's sense of humour
Beta: BigOlArthurFan
Summary: ...Arthur waved merrily to some people he’d just noticed watching from the building across the road. “Like the show? We’ll be signing autographs later.” He tried to call, but was still too winded for the words to reach further than Merlin who laughed against him and the reverberations made him slip out before either of them were ready. “Hell! Honestly Merlin, three months! Why the hell did you insist we wait?”
“If we kept going as usual tonight wouldn’t be the same.”
“You’re right, this is much more dignified!”...
25. Have and to Hold
As Merlin led Arthur out onto the balcony they heard the doors lock behind them.
“God bless Morgana!” Arthur declared earnestly.
Merlin grinned that victoriously horny grin that meant he knew Arthur was hooked and pulled them gently together, hips first then up to lips like a zipper. He could feel Arthur blazing through their suits and knew his husband was in a more desperate situation than he was. Merlin slid down against Arthur until he was on his knees, keeping his eyes on Arthur’s face, his “all the better to eat you with” expression fanning Arthur’s flames. Merlin slid one hand into Arthur’s already untucked shirt while the other unzipped the black tuxedo trousers. He looked down to see the men’s hipster underwear Merlin preferred him in, in a shade of blue to match his eyes and knew who they were a wedding present from. Four hands quickly pushed them down and Merlin looked up to see Arthur looking down as their hands touched. Before the pointless cloth was fully removed Merlin opened his mouth and took Arthur into him, but not completely, there was something else he wanted to do too. He sucked briefly, Arthur’s hands going automatically to his head and voice sighing in pleasurable anticipation, and then he also stuck a finger in his mouth. Arthur’s thighs and buttocks pleasantly squeezed together knowing what that signified. Then he relaxed everything and tilted his pelvis at the comfortable angle for Merlin to insert that wet finger behind him. As Merlin slid it in Arthur was pushed forward further into his mouth, releasing a softly exclaimed “lord yes”. Arthur’s eyes drifted closed and his head tilted back as he luxuriated in the combined sensations but then Merlin sharply tweaked his bum with his free hand so the closed eyes snapped their attention back to his. Arthur’s hips swayed back and forth with Merlin’s probing, his hands keeping that dark head in place as he slid in and out of that fabulous mouth.
“Merlin yes, poke me more, more, suck it Merlin, suck it, poke deeper, ooh loonnger, god your eyes are magical, and your mouth, faster, faster, uh I’m coming for you, god Merlin, Eat Me Up and Fuck Me Hard!”
Merlin clamped his arm around the bucking waist so Arthur was forced to keep almost still as he jiggled that finger as fast as he could while he began to hum around that slippery cock in his mouth. Arthur came so long and hot Merlin thought he might drown but he ate him up as Arthur begged, in a mumble now, knees beginning to buckle. Merlin slid out of his arse in order to support his collapsing weight with both arms. Arthur watched as he was effectively licked and sucked clean, groaning and moaning in elated disbelief.
“Oh god you’re fantastic Merlin!”
“I am what you make me,” Merlin replied huskily and more than a little lewdly. He kissed Arthur’s droopy head then tucked him away again before standing and placing himself against Arthur’s back, arms snaked about his waist and kissed his neck below that marvellously blond hair. Merlin sometimes forgot he was so much taller than Arthur. His golden Adonis seemed to loom larger than life as if he truly were the demigod he sometimes called him. “This doesn’t feel right,” he grumbled and Arthur tensed, “this position. When we stand like this I’m usually in front. I like leaning back into you, with your hands on my hips. It’s like our signature stance, the way we fit best. This, this isn’t us.”
Arthur copied Merlin’s position when he stood in front, reaching back to hold his dark hair. “No, you’re right it doesn’t work. What if I do this?” He turned to face Merlin and curled his arms about his waist, “any better?”
Merlin kissed him and began to sway to the music they could faintly hear from inside. Arthur automatically moved with him.
“This is good.” He placed a hand behind Arthur’s head and kissed him deeply as they slowly swayed and turned. “This is very good.”
They ‘danced’ and talked and kissed and marvelled that they were together, officially bonded for life. They drank in each other through their eyes and feasted upon each other with their lips until Merlin was as desperate as Arthur had been before.
“Lean against the rail,” he gruffly whispered against Arthur’s neck.
“No.”
“What?” Arthur had never said no to Merlin before.
“I won’t be socially presentable in these trousers after you fill me up.”
“Arse fuck! Didn’t think of that. Actually fucking your arse is all I am thinking about. Your hot tight magnificent arse twitching about my hot, throbbing...”
“I want you so far up me, pounding away.” Arthur opened Merlin’s trousers to see “Blue lacy Fuck-Me-Arthur’s? Wedding present from Morgana?”
“She said the purple ones would be something stolen, not borrowed and bring bad luck. Get them off me so I can fuck you.”
“Let me admire them first. They match your eyes.” Arthur slid his hands inside the fabric to grasp Merlin’s arse, pulling him close and rubbing against him.
“You’ll be even less socially presentable if I come ON your pants instead of in them.” Merlin growled as Arthur sucked his favourite spot on Merlin’s neck and continued sucking as he helped Merlin remove his own lower clothes again, taking them off completely this time.
"You dirty devil," Arthur jeered as Merlin produced a travel lube from his tuxedo pocket.
"I lasted longer than you did. At least one of us was prepared. Creme brulee wouldn't be as effective as liquid caramel."
Arthur bent over and grabbed the balcony railing feeling Merlin’s hands run up and down the front, sides and backs of his thighs as he lined up behind him. Clutching those deliciously round arse cheeks with his fingers and separating them with his thumbs Merlin stutteringly pushed himself in to that magnificent hole and throbbed hotly inside as he moved one hand to Arthur’s hip, the other to wrap around his chest as he practically lay the top half of his body against Arthur’s back, their shirts bunched up to keep them out of the way. Arthur braced himself by stretching his arms crucifixion style to grab the cold metal. He and Merlin both muttered “handcuffs” as the same possibility struck them simultaneously and Merlin urgently drove further into his lover.
Arthur grunted “yes” through the uncomfortable yet pleasant motions of being penetrated hard with little warning. Merlin was the one who enjoyed rough riding. As Arthur began to relax into it his hips rocked back to meet Merlin’s forward thrusts with a gentle thwap as various body parts collided. Arthur murmured pleasurably while Merlin muttered “ooh like that, like that, show me you’re mine, mine forever, let me just, in there, squeeze a little, god yes, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur!” He bent them both forward as he came, the hand on Arthur’s hip sliding up the side of his body to hold his wrist as Merlin pressed further against his back, pulling up tighter against Arthur’s chest so they didn’t topple over.
As they regained their breath Arthur waved merrily to some people he’d just noticed watching from the building across the road. “Like the show? We’ll be signing autographs later,” he tried to call, but was still too winded for the words to reach further than Merlin who laughed against him and the reverberations made him slip out before either of them were ready. “Hell! Honestly Merlin, three months! Why the hell did you insist we wait?”
“If we kept going as usual tonight wouldn’t be the same.”
“You’re right, this is much more dignified!”
“This so got you off! Would you rather be bored to death like everybody else in there?”
“How long have we been out here? Dress me quick!”
“Dress yourself!”
“Can’t, I’m cuffed to the railing,” Arthur said as if Merlin were an idiot. Merlin picked up his blue hipsters then remembered something.
“No you’re not!”
“Way to ruin the fantasy Merlin.” Arthur pouted in a fake uber sulk and Merlin laughed at him.
“You really are a deliciously pouty prat, husband of mine.”
“Say that again.”
“Deliciously pouty prat,” Merlin teased and Arthur hit him with his underwear. “Hurry up and put them on before mosquitoes realise how tasty you are and bite the parts reserved for me, husband of mine.”
“That shade of blue looks hotter on you than that kinky purple. Morgana’s a genius!”
“We’re lucky to have a friend/sister/bossy cow like her.”
“It’s going to be strange sleeping at our own place for the first time tonight.”
“Sleeping? No no! No sleep." Then his voice deepened suggestively as he added with a smile, "I have plans for you.”
“Insatiable...” whatever else Arthur intended to say was lost in a steamy kiss.
“When we’re home, our home, starting our life together I don’t want things rushed or glossed over-I want every moment to count. This is an important beginning for us.”
“You’re surprisingly romantic for a kinky devil Merlin. No wonder I love you. Let’s get inside, before they start wondering if you’ve fallen over the balcony.”
parts 26 & 27