Merlin: Something About Old Religion, Planet Alignment And Such
Title: Something About Old Religion, Planet Alignment And Such
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Merlin's magic gets him into a bit of a predicament.
Word Count: ~ 1700
Warnings: explicit sexuality
Author Notes: Originally written for eumelkeks' comment porn housewarming party on DW (she's a great enabler!). The prompt was 'accidental old magic/ritual porn' given by vortex on DW (sorry, don't know your lj name, assuming you have one). It was supposed to be crackier really, don't know what happened.
Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to the BBC, not to me. I certainly make no profit out of this.
Oh, please, no, Merlin thought as he felt the magic surging through his body, and then he groaned as the tendrils wrapped around him, ghosting over his skin like icy fingers to tease him into hardening - again.
It was not as if he hadn't come twice today already, pulled over the edge relentlessly by his own magic wreaking havoc.
-
Gaius had told him not to worry, once he'd picked up the courage to talk to him about his current state, and told some convenient lies about sickness and risk of infection to everyone, who might want to see Merlin.
As Merlin continued to ask him about the reasons for this predicament, he had mumbled something cryptic about old religion, planet alignment and such - Merlin could just as well have talked to the dragon instead - and then his gaze had strayed to where Merlin was rubbing himself against the edge of the bench without so much as noticing.
He'd turned away embarrassedly, muttering something that sounded like until consummated, but Merlin hadn't listened, because he had the urgent desire to hurry into his room and hide his flushed face in the pillow (while he rutted against the rough sheets).
-
“For fuck's sake, I want to sleep!” he gritted out angrily, and then thought that this was wrong on so many levels - like talking to his own magic, or foregoing sexual pleasures at his young age, or getting into this pitiful condition in the first place.
The list went on, but he couldn't focus, as one especially pert part of his powers twined around the head of his cock, exerting some kind of magical suction that had him moaning and pressing back into his pillows.
Might as well give in if there was no way out.
-
The good thing about being fucked by one's own magic was that it knew exactly what felt right and what didn't.
It didn't waste much time trying to stimulate his nipples, which had never been overtly responsive, but it did know how to tease him open, caressing the tight ring of muscles with a wet touch, always moving in time with the tendrils that were stroking his hard-on with a prickling pressure, until he was loose and ready to be entered by a thick, conjured length.
Spasms shook his body, every time he got close, heat pooling in his belly like in a furnace, but it didn't let him just cross the line, drew back for him to sober, until he regained sense of the blood pulsing in his veins, throbbing between his legs, and the sweat that coated his flushed skin.
“Please,” he begged eventually and then it started again, toyed with him until he was sure he'd explode any minute, blow up into tiny smithereens of Merlin, and only then it would let him come.
And there was no way Gaius, just on the other side of the door, didn't hear those noises he made, but Merlin had lost control so completely and utterly that he curled up into a ball afterwards, and shed a few tears because it was so good, but also so terrible.
-
This time was the same, up until the moment when Merlin was slicked open, fully expecting his magic to enter him any second.
He felt it as a tingling at the soles of his feet first, and he pulled them up, incapable of suppressing his giggles, but it quickly climbed up through his body, and then he was tingling all over, writhing under the feeling of his body floating and then dissipating.
And just like that it was gone again, Merlin felt solid once more, but his heart plummeted in his chest as he opened his eyes and realised that this wasn't his room at all.
“Merlin?” a sleepy and all too familiar voice drawled. “'S that you?”
Merlin shut his eyes tightly, as tight as he could, willing this not to be true, willing this to be a dream, one of those that waver between good and bad, bad, bad, but the weight that shifted next to him smashed all of his hopes.
“Merlin, wha-,” Arthur stumbled over his words. “Why are you... What?”
With a sigh Merlin opened his eyes and prepared to turn on his side, there was no point in feigning innocence, so he might as well take it like a man.
He just hoped he'd be granted some clothing along the way, the dungeons were rather chilly.
Ha, as if a cold would be worse than losing your head, he felt like laughing, possibly slightly hysterically, with foam at the mouth, because this was all too much, he clearly was going brilliantly insane.
“Hi, Arthur,” he said, and finally faced the Crown Prince in the dim light of his chambers (in his bed, he reminded himself), and the cheeriness and ease in his voice probably spoke clearly of how far into madness he'd already descended.
“Mer-,” Arthur swallowed audibly, a look on his face Merlin didn't dare to interpret. “Bzuh.”
He'd have to work on that eloquence thing with his tutors again, Uther would not be amused.
Merlin was just about to mutter some flimsy and unconvincing excuse that would only delay the confrontation, and run (possibly away, out of the kingdom), when he noticed out of the corner of his eyes, how Arthur's nightshirt slowly crept up his belly, as if moved by an invisible hand.
Oh gods, no! Now his magic was attacking Arthur!
Merlin acted before he could think, and put his hand right there where he knew his magic was brushing over Arthur's soft skin already, and because it was easier than pretending he'd only wanted to wave away an insect by far, he leant forward to cover Arthur's mouth with his at the same time.
At first Arthur went stiff under him, unyielding like an iron bar, just considerably warmer to the touch, but once he'd started reciprocating, Merlin was pleasantly surprised, there was no stopping him.
Arthur's mouth was everywhere, sucked in his lower lip and slipped a tongue into Merlin's mouth to coax his own tongue out to play, bit down on his earlobe and neck, wandered down, down, to his collar bones and further, and Merlin literally had to fight him off to be able to divest him of his clothes.
When Arthur settled back onto him, pressing Merlin into his mattress to kiss him, wet and open-mouthed, tasting of sleep and the mulled wine he must've had, Merlin felt his magic reach out for Arthur's cock that was jutting out from his body, thick and erect.
Merlin hurried his hand to close around it before his traitorous powers could, and Arthur gasped, moving into the touch instinctively.
It only seemed like a natural transition from there to lift up his legs and guide Arthur to where he was still open and waiting.
“Merlin, are you sure?” Arthur's voice was hoarse and the gaze from his dilated pupils was enough to make Merlin shiver, but it was the concern and emotion in them that spread a warmth through his chest that he'd maybe only ever felt before, when his mother had pressed a kiss to his temple even though he had just done something incredibly stupid and dangerous (most of the time it had involved his magic, and Merlin wondered how he'd failed to notice the pattern before).
“Yes, Arthur, yes,” he nodded and hurried to pull him down, because his magic was already reaching out.
Arthur pushed forward carefully, his eyes focussed on where he was sinking into him slowly, and Merlin thought he didn't need this, but let him, because this was Arthur and he seemed to need it, needed to reassure himself that he wasn't hurting Merlin.
A strangled moan was all Arthur allowed himself, as he was fully sheathed inside of Merlin's body, before he looked up at Merlin's face insecurely, and Merlin did his best to smile, despite the overwhelming feeling of Arthur stretching him, filling him completely, that made it hard to concentrate.
“Go on.” he whispered, rolling up his hips to get Arthur moving.
“Yes, like that,” when Arthur started to thrust in earnest, and then it all turned into inarticulate gasps and breathtaking heat and the feel of Arthur on him, inside of him.
Arthur fucked him with a languorous rhythm at first, pushing deep, but slowly, oh so slowly, kissing Merlin thoroughly to catch all of his moans with his mouth.
Merlin's heart fluttered in his chest, as it sensed that this was far more than a simple shag, before his brain could catch up with it: Destiny.
And that was when he lost it, when he clawed at Arthur to make him speed up, when he felt magic sparking off him, but was past caring, because he was shagging Arthur, shivering under him, while Arthur's cock moved deep inside him, while he, oh gods, made love to him.
Arthur shortly lost his rhythm, stilled, and when Merlin managed to focus on his face, he met a wide-eyed gaze, and for a second thought, oh shit, but then Arthur just complied and pounded harder and faster, the headboard connecting with the wall with every strong movement.
Merlin felt like he was trapped inside a cocoon, a cocoon made of heat and sweat, of desire and his own magic winding tightly around them, and Arthur - Arthur driving into him, teasing something inside of Merlin that made him whimper and beg, quiver and writhe, until it happened, and he was bursting into itty bitty pieces of his former self, only to re-accumulate in Arthur's strong embrace an indefinite amount of time later, sore and sticky, but happier than he'd ever been in his entire life.
(He wouldn't notice that his magic had calmed down until much later, because recent developments just seemed so much more important.)
-
“Merlin?” Arthur asked in the darkness at some point, his sweat hadn't entirely dried yet. “Now would be a good time to tell me about your magic, don't you think?”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Merlin's magic gets him into a bit of a predicament.
Word Count: ~ 1700
Warnings: explicit sexuality
Author Notes: Originally written for eumelkeks' comment porn housewarming party on DW (she's a great enabler!). The prompt was 'accidental old magic/ritual porn' given by vortex on DW (sorry, don't know your lj name, assuming you have one). It was supposed to be crackier really, don't know what happened.
Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to the BBC, not to me. I certainly make no profit out of this.
Oh, please, no, Merlin thought as he felt the magic surging through his body, and then he groaned as the tendrils wrapped around him, ghosting over his skin like icy fingers to tease him into hardening - again.
It was not as if he hadn't come twice today already, pulled over the edge relentlessly by his own magic wreaking havoc.
-
Gaius had told him not to worry, once he'd picked up the courage to talk to him about his current state, and told some convenient lies about sickness and risk of infection to everyone, who might want to see Merlin.
As Merlin continued to ask him about the reasons for this predicament, he had mumbled something cryptic about old religion, planet alignment and such - Merlin could just as well have talked to the dragon instead - and then his gaze had strayed to where Merlin was rubbing himself against the edge of the bench without so much as noticing.
He'd turned away embarrassedly, muttering something that sounded like until consummated, but Merlin hadn't listened, because he had the urgent desire to hurry into his room and hide his flushed face in the pillow (while he rutted against the rough sheets).
-
“For fuck's sake, I want to sleep!” he gritted out angrily, and then thought that this was wrong on so many levels - like talking to his own magic, or foregoing sexual pleasures at his young age, or getting into this pitiful condition in the first place.
The list went on, but he couldn't focus, as one especially pert part of his powers twined around the head of his cock, exerting some kind of magical suction that had him moaning and pressing back into his pillows.
Might as well give in if there was no way out.
-
The good thing about being fucked by one's own magic was that it knew exactly what felt right and what didn't.
It didn't waste much time trying to stimulate his nipples, which had never been overtly responsive, but it did know how to tease him open, caressing the tight ring of muscles with a wet touch, always moving in time with the tendrils that were stroking his hard-on with a prickling pressure, until he was loose and ready to be entered by a thick, conjured length.
Spasms shook his body, every time he got close, heat pooling in his belly like in a furnace, but it didn't let him just cross the line, drew back for him to sober, until he regained sense of the blood pulsing in his veins, throbbing between his legs, and the sweat that coated his flushed skin.
“Please,” he begged eventually and then it started again, toyed with him until he was sure he'd explode any minute, blow up into tiny smithereens of Merlin, and only then it would let him come.
And there was no way Gaius, just on the other side of the door, didn't hear those noises he made, but Merlin had lost control so completely and utterly that he curled up into a ball afterwards, and shed a few tears because it was so good, but also so terrible.
-
This time was the same, up until the moment when Merlin was slicked open, fully expecting his magic to enter him any second.
He felt it as a tingling at the soles of his feet first, and he pulled them up, incapable of suppressing his giggles, but it quickly climbed up through his body, and then he was tingling all over, writhing under the feeling of his body floating and then dissipating.
And just like that it was gone again, Merlin felt solid once more, but his heart plummeted in his chest as he opened his eyes and realised that this wasn't his room at all.
“Merlin?” a sleepy and all too familiar voice drawled. “'S that you?”
Merlin shut his eyes tightly, as tight as he could, willing this not to be true, willing this to be a dream, one of those that waver between good and bad, bad, bad, but the weight that shifted next to him smashed all of his hopes.
“Merlin, wha-,” Arthur stumbled over his words. “Why are you... What?”
With a sigh Merlin opened his eyes and prepared to turn on his side, there was no point in feigning innocence, so he might as well take it like a man.
He just hoped he'd be granted some clothing along the way, the dungeons were rather chilly.
Ha, as if a cold would be worse than losing your head, he felt like laughing, possibly slightly hysterically, with foam at the mouth, because this was all too much, he clearly was going brilliantly insane.
“Hi, Arthur,” he said, and finally faced the Crown Prince in the dim light of his chambers (in his bed, he reminded himself), and the cheeriness and ease in his voice probably spoke clearly of how far into madness he'd already descended.
“Mer-,” Arthur swallowed audibly, a look on his face Merlin didn't dare to interpret. “Bzuh.”
He'd have to work on that eloquence thing with his tutors again, Uther would not be amused.
Merlin was just about to mutter some flimsy and unconvincing excuse that would only delay the confrontation, and run (possibly away, out of the kingdom), when he noticed out of the corner of his eyes, how Arthur's nightshirt slowly crept up his belly, as if moved by an invisible hand.
Oh gods, no! Now his magic was attacking Arthur!
Merlin acted before he could think, and put his hand right there where he knew his magic was brushing over Arthur's soft skin already, and because it was easier than pretending he'd only wanted to wave away an insect by far, he leant forward to cover Arthur's mouth with his at the same time.
At first Arthur went stiff under him, unyielding like an iron bar, just considerably warmer to the touch, but once he'd started reciprocating, Merlin was pleasantly surprised, there was no stopping him.
Arthur's mouth was everywhere, sucked in his lower lip and slipped a tongue into Merlin's mouth to coax his own tongue out to play, bit down on his earlobe and neck, wandered down, down, to his collar bones and further, and Merlin literally had to fight him off to be able to divest him of his clothes.
When Arthur settled back onto him, pressing Merlin into his mattress to kiss him, wet and open-mouthed, tasting of sleep and the mulled wine he must've had, Merlin felt his magic reach out for Arthur's cock that was jutting out from his body, thick and erect.
Merlin hurried his hand to close around it before his traitorous powers could, and Arthur gasped, moving into the touch instinctively.
It only seemed like a natural transition from there to lift up his legs and guide Arthur to where he was still open and waiting.
“Merlin, are you sure?” Arthur's voice was hoarse and the gaze from his dilated pupils was enough to make Merlin shiver, but it was the concern and emotion in them that spread a warmth through his chest that he'd maybe only ever felt before, when his mother had pressed a kiss to his temple even though he had just done something incredibly stupid and dangerous (most of the time it had involved his magic, and Merlin wondered how he'd failed to notice the pattern before).
“Yes, Arthur, yes,” he nodded and hurried to pull him down, because his magic was already reaching out.
Arthur pushed forward carefully, his eyes focussed on where he was sinking into him slowly, and Merlin thought he didn't need this, but let him, because this was Arthur and he seemed to need it, needed to reassure himself that he wasn't hurting Merlin.
A strangled moan was all Arthur allowed himself, as he was fully sheathed inside of Merlin's body, before he looked up at Merlin's face insecurely, and Merlin did his best to smile, despite the overwhelming feeling of Arthur stretching him, filling him completely, that made it hard to concentrate.
“Go on.” he whispered, rolling up his hips to get Arthur moving.
“Yes, like that,” when Arthur started to thrust in earnest, and then it all turned into inarticulate gasps and breathtaking heat and the feel of Arthur on him, inside of him.
Arthur fucked him with a languorous rhythm at first, pushing deep, but slowly, oh so slowly, kissing Merlin thoroughly to catch all of his moans with his mouth.
Merlin's heart fluttered in his chest, as it sensed that this was far more than a simple shag, before his brain could catch up with it: Destiny.
And that was when he lost it, when he clawed at Arthur to make him speed up, when he felt magic sparking off him, but was past caring, because he was shagging Arthur, shivering under him, while Arthur's cock moved deep inside him, while he, oh gods, made love to him.
Arthur shortly lost his rhythm, stilled, and when Merlin managed to focus on his face, he met a wide-eyed gaze, and for a second thought, oh shit, but then Arthur just complied and pounded harder and faster, the headboard connecting with the wall with every strong movement.
Merlin felt like he was trapped inside a cocoon, a cocoon made of heat and sweat, of desire and his own magic winding tightly around them, and Arthur - Arthur driving into him, teasing something inside of Merlin that made him whimper and beg, quiver and writhe, until it happened, and he was bursting into itty bitty pieces of his former self, only to re-accumulate in Arthur's strong embrace an indefinite amount of time later, sore and sticky, but happier than he'd ever been in his entire life.
(He wouldn't notice that his magic had calmed down until much later, because recent developments just seemed so much more important.)
-
“Merlin?” Arthur asked in the darkness at some point, his sweat hadn't entirely dried yet. “Now would be a good time to tell me about your magic, don't you think?”