FicArt: Bring Me Clothes
This ficlet is based on a series of Q-type doodles by dudufactory, in which Arthur must rescue a naked and bound Merlin.
BRING ME CLOTHES!
Somehow Arthur wasn’t too surprised to see the green-clad guards of King Olinar’s court dragging Merlin away, presumably to their host’s castle dungeon. He had told his idiot manservant not to meddle in things and to leave it to Arthur to talk to the king about the misunderstanding Merlin had inadvertently created concerning his beautiful and rather bodacious only daughter.
But Merlin was Merlin, and Arthur had learned long ago that the boy had a stubborn streak that rivaled that of a donkey. So, of course, he had taken it upon himself to try and rectify matters, which was why he was now being taken away to the dungeons.
Arthur followed discretely, figuring he’d bide his time and wait for the right moment to save Merlin’s good-intended but hopelessly moronic behind. Nightfall would come soon enough, which would give Arthur plenty of cover to sneak up on the guards, render them unconscious, and rescue his foolhardy manservant.
That part of the plan seemed to go well, all considered. Arthur was able to knock out the guards on watch outside the dungeon with minimal effort. He was the best knight in Camelot, after all. But when he searched the fallen guards for the keys to the big wooden door behind which Merlin was being held, he came up disappointedly empty.
“Arthur! Is that you?” a voice loudly whispered and Arthur looked up to see a small open window in the rock of the wall.
He moved under it and stood on his tiptoes to peer inside. Arthur was greeted with a sight that threw him completely off-balance. Merlin. Arms stretched out, chained to opposite walls in the small room. Naked. Well, save for his boots and his bloody neckerchief.
“Arthur…” Merlin said upon seeing the top of his prince’s head appear in the small window, sounding both relieved and desperate. “Bring me clothes…”
It would have been comical, Arthur thought with amusement, had it not been for the seriousness of the situation. His manservant, held captive in the dungeons of a rival king, buck naked.
“I can’t find the key,” Arthur told him and he heard Merlin sigh heavily. “And why aren’t you wearing clothes?” The question had to be asked.
“They took them,” Merlin minimally explained.
“Well, at least they left you your neckerchief,” Arthur replied, stifling a chuckle.
It might have been Arthur’s imagination, but he thought he heard Merlin utter the word ‘prat’ under his breath.
“Just get me out of here,” Merlin huffed.
“I’ll have to climb through the window,” Arthur told him, then deal with the awkwardness of you being naked, he thought. “Hang on, I just have to boost myself up some…” Arthur looked around for something that would give him a few inches advantage and, seeing nothing but the splayed guards still unconscious, he reluctantly dragged one of them under the window. A good warrior had to make do with what he had. Arthur could only hope that the guards would stay unconscious a while longer.
That settled, Arthur stepped on the guard’s sternum and was able to boost himself up enough to grab hold of the window ledge and swing himself up into and through the opening. He then dropped on the other side, somersaulting into standing position. He dusted his hands off and then assessed Merlin’s predicament in order to determine how he was going to free him from the binds.
Something was different.
“Merlin,” he wondered. “Wasn’t your neckerchief….?” Arthur pointed to Merlin’s now bare neck. “How in the name of Albion did it get there?” He pointed to Merlin’s privates now hidden behind a triangle of red fabric.
Merlin tossed him a look that said plainly Arthur was out of his mind. He shook his arms to remind Arthur that he was bound and therefore it was impossible for him to have changed anything.
“I’m sure it was around your neck,” Arthur pondered some more, looking Merlin over. Arthur was sure he had not imagined the sight of Merlin in all his manly glory. He knew certainly that he had not imagined the flush that had crept up his neck into his cheeks or the hotness he had felt in his stomach and pelvis.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“It was too, Merlin.”
Merlin blew out a sigh. “Can we stop arguing about my neckerchief and work on getting me out of here, please?”
Arthur focused on the task at hand the best he could, given that his manservant was chained and splayed out before him - naked, vulnerable, and utterly beautiful.
He moved behind Merlin, away from the primary distraction, setting his sights on the chains that bound Merlin, assessing that his sword should be able to hack through them if he put enough strength behind it. He was diverted momentarily, however, only to be distracted anew by Merlin’s perfectly shaped and wonderful behind.
Arthur was surprised that the neckerchief hadn’t ‘magically’ swung around to cover those cheeks.
“Are you gonna cut through the chains?” Merlin asked.
“Umm-hmm,” Arthur murmured, not taking his eyes off Merlin’s naked back and buttocks. He had drawn his sword, but it idled in his hand, forgotten. Instead, he slid his body up against Merlin’s back.
“Arthur…?”
Arthur reached a hand around to Merlin’s front and groped beneath the light fabric of the neckerchief, his lips gently brushing the back of Merlin’s neck and shoulders.
“Arthur!?”
Arthur dropped the sword and added a second hand to the groping. Merlin responded readily, growing hard with his touch. Arthur loved the feel of Merlin in his hands, hot and silky.
Arthur could hear Merlin’s breaths becoming raspier as he stroked, liking the sound of Merlin expressing pleasure at his touch. He continued the stroking until he brought Merlin to release.
Arthur wiped Merlin’s hot stickiness on the underside of the neckerchief and then put his mouth to Merlin’s ear, first kissing the lobe softly, then murmuring, “Something tells me, Merlin, that you don’t need me to get you out of these chains.” Arthur licked inside Merlin’s ear. “So quit playing around and let’s go already.”
“But it’s more fun to be rescued,” Merlin countered lightly. Then he whispered something Arthur didn’t understand and the chains magically broke away, freeing Merlin. He then uttered a few more words and his clothes magically appeared and re-dressed him.
Arthur looked Merlin over, assessing. “Well, you could have just left the neckerchief on,” he said teasingly, grinning.
“How ‘bout once we get back to Camelot?” Merlin responded, teasing in kind.
“Hurry up, let’s go then,” Arthur said urgently, pushing Merlin toward the window. “And just so you know, there’s two guards out there who are likely awake by now, and one is probably not too happy that I used him as a stepping stone.”
Merlin rolled his eyes at him. “This is the last time I let you rescue me.”
“Not a chance,” Arthur returned, smiling.
All fanart here is the property of dudufactory. Please visit and comment on her journal.
BRING ME CLOTHES!
Somehow Arthur wasn’t too surprised to see the green-clad guards of King Olinar’s court dragging Merlin away, presumably to their host’s castle dungeon. He had told his idiot manservant not to meddle in things and to leave it to Arthur to talk to the king about the misunderstanding Merlin had inadvertently created concerning his beautiful and rather bodacious only daughter.
But Merlin was Merlin, and Arthur had learned long ago that the boy had a stubborn streak that rivaled that of a donkey. So, of course, he had taken it upon himself to try and rectify matters, which was why he was now being taken away to the dungeons.
Arthur followed discretely, figuring he’d bide his time and wait for the right moment to save Merlin’s good-intended but hopelessly moronic behind. Nightfall would come soon enough, which would give Arthur plenty of cover to sneak up on the guards, render them unconscious, and rescue his foolhardy manservant.
That part of the plan seemed to go well, all considered. Arthur was able to knock out the guards on watch outside the dungeon with minimal effort. He was the best knight in Camelot, after all. But when he searched the fallen guards for the keys to the big wooden door behind which Merlin was being held, he came up disappointedly empty.
“Arthur! Is that you?” a voice loudly whispered and Arthur looked up to see a small open window in the rock of the wall.
He moved under it and stood on his tiptoes to peer inside. Arthur was greeted with a sight that threw him completely off-balance. Merlin. Arms stretched out, chained to opposite walls in the small room. Naked. Well, save for his boots and his bloody neckerchief.
“Arthur…” Merlin said upon seeing the top of his prince’s head appear in the small window, sounding both relieved and desperate. “Bring me clothes…”
It would have been comical, Arthur thought with amusement, had it not been for the seriousness of the situation. His manservant, held captive in the dungeons of a rival king, buck naked.
“I can’t find the key,” Arthur told him and he heard Merlin sigh heavily. “And why aren’t you wearing clothes?” The question had to be asked.
“They took them,” Merlin minimally explained.
“Well, at least they left you your neckerchief,” Arthur replied, stifling a chuckle.
It might have been Arthur’s imagination, but he thought he heard Merlin utter the word ‘prat’ under his breath.
“Just get me out of here,” Merlin huffed.
“I’ll have to climb through the window,” Arthur told him, then deal with the awkwardness of you being naked, he thought. “Hang on, I just have to boost myself up some…” Arthur looked around for something that would give him a few inches advantage and, seeing nothing but the splayed guards still unconscious, he reluctantly dragged one of them under the window. A good warrior had to make do with what he had. Arthur could only hope that the guards would stay unconscious a while longer.
That settled, Arthur stepped on the guard’s sternum and was able to boost himself up enough to grab hold of the window ledge and swing himself up into and through the opening. He then dropped on the other side, somersaulting into standing position. He dusted his hands off and then assessed Merlin’s predicament in order to determine how he was going to free him from the binds.
Something was different.
“Merlin,” he wondered. “Wasn’t your neckerchief….?” Arthur pointed to Merlin’s now bare neck. “How in the name of Albion did it get there?” He pointed to Merlin’s privates now hidden behind a triangle of red fabric.
Merlin tossed him a look that said plainly Arthur was out of his mind. He shook his arms to remind Arthur that he was bound and therefore it was impossible for him to have changed anything.
“I’m sure it was around your neck,” Arthur pondered some more, looking Merlin over. Arthur was sure he had not imagined the sight of Merlin in all his manly glory. He knew certainly that he had not imagined the flush that had crept up his neck into his cheeks or the hotness he had felt in his stomach and pelvis.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“It was too, Merlin.”
Merlin blew out a sigh. “Can we stop arguing about my neckerchief and work on getting me out of here, please?”
Arthur focused on the task at hand the best he could, given that his manservant was chained and splayed out before him - naked, vulnerable, and utterly beautiful.
He moved behind Merlin, away from the primary distraction, setting his sights on the chains that bound Merlin, assessing that his sword should be able to hack through them if he put enough strength behind it. He was diverted momentarily, however, only to be distracted anew by Merlin’s perfectly shaped and wonderful behind.
Arthur was surprised that the neckerchief hadn’t ‘magically’ swung around to cover those cheeks.
“Are you gonna cut through the chains?” Merlin asked.
“Umm-hmm,” Arthur murmured, not taking his eyes off Merlin’s naked back and buttocks. He had drawn his sword, but it idled in his hand, forgotten. Instead, he slid his body up against Merlin’s back.
“Arthur…?”
Arthur reached a hand around to Merlin’s front and groped beneath the light fabric of the neckerchief, his lips gently brushing the back of Merlin’s neck and shoulders.
“Arthur!?”
Arthur dropped the sword and added a second hand to the groping. Merlin responded readily, growing hard with his touch. Arthur loved the feel of Merlin in his hands, hot and silky.
Arthur could hear Merlin’s breaths becoming raspier as he stroked, liking the sound of Merlin expressing pleasure at his touch. He continued the stroking until he brought Merlin to release.
Arthur wiped Merlin’s hot stickiness on the underside of the neckerchief and then put his mouth to Merlin’s ear, first kissing the lobe softly, then murmuring, “Something tells me, Merlin, that you don’t need me to get you out of these chains.” Arthur licked inside Merlin’s ear. “So quit playing around and let’s go already.”
“But it’s more fun to be rescued,” Merlin countered lightly. Then he whispered something Arthur didn’t understand and the chains magically broke away, freeing Merlin. He then uttered a few more words and his clothes magically appeared and re-dressed him.
Arthur looked Merlin over, assessing. “Well, you could have just left the neckerchief on,” he said teasingly, grinning.
“How ‘bout once we get back to Camelot?” Merlin responded, teasing in kind.
“Hurry up, let’s go then,” Arthur said urgently, pushing Merlin toward the window. “And just so you know, there’s two guards out there who are likely awake by now, and one is probably not too happy that I used him as a stepping stone.”
Merlin rolled his eyes at him. “This is the last time I let you rescue me.”
“Not a chance,” Arthur returned, smiling.
All fanart here is the property of dudufactory. Please visit and comment on her journal.