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| Thursday, December 31st, 2009 | |
| 3:24 am | FIC : Just once. TITLE: Just once. PAIRING: Arthur/Merlin RATING: R (I'm not really good at rating. Nothing really explicit). GENRE: A little of angst, unrequited love. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. SUMMARY: He didn't plane anything - he didn't wanted such a thing, at the first place. Or he wanted it too much, but he knew he shouldn't have. A/N This is for a prompt : Arthur/Merlin, amnesia. At night Merlin makes Arthur scream with his sex-magic, at day Arthur doesn't remember. Un-beta, if someone want to help me, I need it ! >_< JUST ONCE
Magic had to be used for the good, and with caution. It was what Gaius had always told him : How powerfull you might be, there was no good at using your power in a selfish way.
Merlin was powerfull, of courses he was. He already was the first time he met Arthur, because he knew magic before he knew the world, he knew how to move things before he knew how to speak. Because every single drop of blood in his veins was nothing, but pure magic. And as he grew up, as he trained, as he learnt on books, he discovered how powerfull he was.
He could have done anything, he sometimes really feel as if he could have done anything, just because he wanted to do it. And that was scary, somehow. Because he knew that, if he wanted to, he could have kill Uther, he could have fight against the knights, he could have take the power. Because everything seems to be possible, with magic, for anyone who was strong enough – and he was.
But he didn't want to. He didn't want power, unless not for him, he wanted it for Arthur. He wanted him to become the King, and he knew one day his master would run Albion. He would have done anything for his King, he would have give anything. His life, his trust, his soul.
Because Arthur meant everything. And that was less Merlin's disguss for violence than the love he felt for his master that made him wait, and do nothing, when Uther sentenced sorceres to death.
But it was driving him mad, slowly. Everytime he heard about a new execution, everytime he saw a captive begging until the very end to be released - everytime he felt his heart beating with panic, a voice in his head whispering that he could do something, he could stop it. But he did not. And then the man died, and everyone left.
It was after a execution that it happened.
He didn't plane anything – he didn't wanted such a thing, at the first place. Or he wanted it too much, but he knew he shouldn't have.
He loved Arthur – he loved him so deeply he didn't even think this was possible, he loved him so much that it hurts, sometimes. And he knew Arthur loved him too, even if it wasn't the same way. Arthur would have give his life for Merlin -he already proved it too many times-, he would have done anything, whatever he said, to make his manservant happier. Because sadness didn't suit him, Arthur said.
And so when Merlin kissed him, he didn't wait too long before kissing him back. They both knew Arthur didn't love him this way, but it was easy to pretend, when he caress him, it was easy to believe that maybe he did, when he undressed Merlin. It was easy to think that, if he enjoyed it enough, maybe he would want to do it again, and again, and again, until he fall in love with Merlin. So Merlin made sure he enjoyed it, even using magic, slowling time to be able to see him better, because it also perfectly might be the first and the very last time.
They felt asleep together.
At the morning, Merlin woke up first. He didn't dare move, waiting for Arthur to wake up too, and just managed to give the prince an anxious smile, when his eyes opened. Arthur blinked, frowned, stayed quiet some seconds, and Merlin knew he was asking himself « What the hell is Merlin doing in my bed? », or something like that. Then Arthur mouthed a « Oh. » before he could stop himself, and Merlin managed a laught. It was better to laught than to cry, to call Arthur an idiot and pretend he was better -thank to you my Lord- than to feel his heart broken.
Arthur did love Merlin. Enough to sleep with him without the slightest attraction, just to confort him, because he could not stand his manservant being that sad. He loved him enough for that, he loved him enough to give him his life, he loved him enough to pretend. But he did not enough to really want to kiss him, he did not enough to feel good with Merlin in his arm.
And that was painfull, it was hurting so badly, that Merlin didn't even know how he managed to look better, to joke as he brought back his clothes. It would not happen again, never, but that had be good, and Arthur was not that bad. Arthur threw his pillow on Merlin, looking half-vex, half-relieve to see that Merlin was better. He was laughing too, but uneasy, and Merlin felt him flinch when he dress him up.
Merlin stoped, but Arthur hurried him, and it was clear all of it was fake.
They could not pretend. They were both too awfull liars to pretend.
Merlin smiled, slighty, and just looked at Arthur.
« What... ? » Arthur asked after a moment, unsure.
« I love you » Merlin whispered, and it was the very first time he said it loud : « you will never know how much I love you »
Arthur bitted his lip, unable to answer, and Merlin knew what it meant.
« Merlin... »
« That's okay. Don't worry. » He smiled again, his eyes back at his hands as he adjusted the jacket. He was feeling better, strangely. « Here, you're ready ! »
« Merlin - »
« That's okay ! Just... forget about it, okay? » That was the better thing to do, and he didn't want to lose Arthur's friendship.
« I don't think I can just forget »
Merlin rose his eyes again, and smiled. « You will ». He took Arthur's head in his hands and, carefully, kissed his lips again, then his forehead. And Arthur just let him, eyes closed. « I swear you will ».
Arthur did not understand the next few words Merlin whispered. Merlin released him, and Arthur kept his eyes closed a long time before he opened it. There was Merlin, smiling at him, and he could not remember a thing.
« … What were you saying again? »
« That you were ready, sir. »
« Where's my breakfast? » Arthur frowned, looking around him.
« Err... I forgot it. »
« You... idiot. »
Merlin smiled.
« Prat. »
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| Wednesday, December 30th, 2009 | |
| 8:37 pm | jealousy part 2 - a smutterly smut fic TITLE: JEALOUSY Part 2 AUTHOR: thecheekydragon PAIRING: Merlin/Arthur GENRE: Modern AU; ponerific porn; smutterly smut RATING: NC-17 for gratuitous m/m sex SPOILERS/WARNINGS: None really; but if you’re squeamish about graphic intimacy between the boys or cringe at ‘strong’ language, you might want to peek through your fingers. DISCLAIMER: These are characters owned by BBC and Shine, no matter what universe we’re in. Again, my apologies to the actors for my very liberal use of their alter-egos – sorry fellas. SUMMARY: Jealousy takes a turn after Merlin reveals his lustful fantasies for his flat mate and best friend Arthur. A/N: *blushing profusely* JEALOUSY: Part 2 They were in the shower together, figuring they could kill two birds with one stone – and get some more sex in. They had spent most of the night – in Arthur’s bed this time – sucking, fucking, and jerking each other off. And still, it hadn’t been enough for either one of them. Merlin thought about last night. At Arthur’s suggestion – which he had prefaced by saying he had never done it with a guy before – they had taken up the ‘69’ position, Merlin on top, Arthur on the bottom, both clamping their mouth’s on each other’s cock. Of course, Arthur had upped the ante by challenging Merlin to see who could make the other come first. It ended up being a draw, with Merlin exploding only a second before Arthur. Afterward, as they had laid together, limbs entwined, Merlin pressed up against Arthur’s back, Merlin had reflected on how wonderful their intimacy always seemed to be. Both Merlin and Arthur had had their fair share of sexual exploits with various women – Arthur much more than Merlin, of course. The sex had always been good but Merlin had never felt with any of those women the way he felt when he was with Arthur, a feeling that was not just sexual fulfillment but, rather, one of total completeness. Merlin supposed it was because he had never been in love with those girls. Merlin had never felt so needy, and if Arthur’s constant lust was any indication, then he felt just as needy as Merlin did. In fact, right now Merlin was feeling Arthur’s need, his want, jabbing him in his own growing hardness as they pressed their bodies together, under the spray of warm water. Arthur was kissing his mouth, his neck, his chest and then he suddenly turned Merlin toward the shower wall, pushing him up against it with one arm alongside his shoulder and the other reaching around to grab his cock. Merlin felt Arthur’s hard cock slide between his butt cheeks, rubbing against the tight sphincter muscle, while he maintained a steady pumping rhythm on his cock. Merlin loved this and Arthur knew it. Just the right amount of sensual stroking and rough foreplay was all Merlin needed to become so thoroughly aroused that he could only welcome Arthur’s bodily intrusion with lustful need. When Arthur pushed into him, Merlin let out a whimpering cry, but not because it hurt. It never hurt anymore or, at least, the pleasure of Arthur in him overrode any pain. His cry was one of pure need, an indication to Arthur that he did not want him to stop, that he wanted Arthur to fuck him hard and steady until they both erupted in ecstasy. Arthur thrust into Merlin hungrily, continuing to pull and stroke his cock, his mission to make Merlin come as hard as he would very soon. Merlin felt Arthur’s mouth at his ear, his tongue nibbling his lobe and flicking at the drops of water on the outer edge. He whispered gruffly, “God, I love-” His voice hitched. “-fucking you.” With that, Arthur shoved himself more fully in, if that was even possible, and increased the pace of his thrusts. The feeling of Arthur’s balls ramming against his own as Arthur also increased the pace of his hand-pumping, made Merlin’s toes curl and his eyes roll back far in his head. He was so ready to explode. And he did, with Arthur coming with a shudder and just as hard about five seconds behind him. They took a moment to collect themselves, each using the other for support, lest their legs give out on them. “We so gotta stop doing this,” Merlin said, though he didn’t mean it. “Why?” Arthur breathed out, letting the water run over his hair and body. Merlin cupped Arthur’s sensitive member with his hand, and Arthur flinched slightly from over-stimulation, but did not attempt to move out of Merlin’s grasp. “Because soon we’re not gonna be able to even walk. Going to work will become impossible for me and how do you think you’re gonna train people to kick-box if you can’t move your legs?” Arthur smiled at him. “I’ll take the risk,” he said, rubbing Merlin’s buttocks, pulling his body flush to him for a moment. Then he handed Merlin the soap. “Now bloody get cleaned up. We gotta go to the store, remember, to get what we need for tonight.” ******* Arthur had invited a few of their friends over to watch the Ultimate Fighting Champion special. Although Merlin wasn’t a big UFC fan, this was one of those things he endured because Arthur was into mixed martial arts contests, especially being a champion kick-boxer himself, and what Arthur loved Merlin couldn’t resist being part of. The guests were four of their mutual friends – Ryan, Todd, Glen and Morgan - plus Ricky, whom Arthur decided to invite to reciprocate for the invitation out a few weeks back. “You okay with that?” Arthur had asked him and Merlin had told him that he was. Now that he and Arthur were doing it (and doing it often), he didn’t feel that threatened by Ricky anymore. They were attempting to clean their flat before their guests arrived. Arthur, who was in the kitchen scrubbing the counters down, called out to Merlin who was in the living room, picking up stray items that had been left hanging around. “You might want to wipe down the coffee table,” Arthur suggested, jolting Merlin’s memory to what had happened there yesterday evening that probably warranted a thorough wipe down of the piece of furniture in question. Merlin had arrived home from work yesterday to find Arthur, buck naked, sitting on their coffee table, dick in hand. “Where have you been?” Arthur had exclaimed, looking exasperated. “I’ve been waiting for a bloody half hour!” “I stopped at a couple of places on the way home,” Merlin had told him. “Sorry.” Arthur’s look had definitely been frustrated. “Well, drop your pants already and get over here!” he had commanded. Merlin had done just that. He had then sat on Arthur’s lap, facing outward, allowing Arthur to push inside him and to establish a steady rhythm, Merlin assisting him by gently moving his hips and buttocks. Arthur had stroked him while he had fucked him, careful not to over-stimulate him because he had apparently had other plans for Merlin. When Arthur had climaxed, he had stopped stroking Merlin but had continued kissing his neck and back. Then he had whispered in Merlin’s ear, “Okay, so now where do you want to fuck me?” Merlin had chosen behind the couch with Arthur bent over the back rest. Within minutes, Merlin had thrust himself into orgasmic oblivion but then Arthur had been hard – again – and so Merlin had spent another few minutes pumping Arthur’s cock and sucking it until he came with the resounding cry of “Oh my fucking god, Merlin!” “I should probably spot check the couch too,” Merlin called back to Arthur. Arthur came out of the kitchen, grinning. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” He looked at Merlin, whose face had suddenly grown hot, red creeping up into his cheeks. “You’re not blushing, are you?” Arthur teased. Merlin tried to make the red hotness tone down. “No,” he denied, which only made Arthur’s grin spread wider. Arthur moved up behind Merlin. “You should blush, Merlin, considering the very dirty things you do to me.” Arthur reached around to Merlin’s front and shoved a hand down his pants. “Uh, I don’t think we have time for this,” Merlin said, but very reluctantly, as he felt himself grow hard under Arthur’s touch. “We have guests coming, remember?” “Umhmm...” Arthur murmured, now nuzzling the back of Merlin’s neck with his nose and mouth. “But bloody hell, Merlin, you make me so horny.” Arthur did not stop the stroking and he now pushed his own hardening cock into Merlin’s buttocks. This, of course, did Merlin in and so they spent the next twenty minutes or so engaged in mutual fast and furious fondling until they both erupted, their lust for each other released. They changed their jeans and t-shirts (things had gotten a little messy), finished cleaning, and were ready at least ten minutes before their guests arrived. Glen and Morgan arrived first, followed shortly by Ryan and Todd. Ricky was the last to arrive. It was Merlin who answered the door, as Arthur was occupied in the kitchen fetching ciders and snacks for their friends. “You must be Merlin,” Ricky said, giving Merlin what felt like a very considered ‘once-over’. “I’m Ricky.” Merlin returned Ricky’s inspection with an offhanded one of his own. There was no need to give Ricky reason to think he had once been very jealous of his newly formed friendship with Arthur. His subtle assessment revealed that Ricky was about the same height as he was, but built much more athletically (as pretty much all of Arthur’s friends were). Merlin had to admit Ricky was good-looking by most standards with short reddish- blond hair and pleasantly chiselled features. Merlin invited Ricky in, saying, “Arthur’s in the kitchen.” No sooner had he spoke when Arthur came out into the living room carrying several cans of cider, Glen trailing behind him with bowls of snacks. The four mutual friends took up positions on the couch, their usual places when visiting Arthur and Merlin, leaving the recliner (which they knew to be Arthur’s favourite) free. Merlin, as was his usual routine when their friends were over, sat on the floor next to Arthur’s recliner, his back leaning partially against the foot rest. Arthur was not yet ready to sit, still collecting and arranging snacks and drinks for everybody, and so Ricky, who was not up to snuff on protocol, relaxed his form in Arthur’s chair. Nobody said anything. Merlin felt dismayed and he inched his back over a bit to give Ricky’s legs some room. Seeing Ricky in his chair, Arthur decided to take a seat on the floor, at first looking as though he would take up residence on the floor at the other end of the couch, in front of Ryan, but then, on a second thought, squeezed himself between the end of the couch and the recliner, in front of Morgan, his legs outstretched so that his feet, which were bare as usual, practically criss-crossed with Merlin’s socked ones. Merlin thought that was quite interesting. What turned out to be even more interesting was Ricky’s behaviour some time during the airing of the second fighting match. Merlin had relaxed his back more fully against the foot rest of the recliner out of necessity to prevent further kinks from forming in his back. He was trying to follow the match, using his friends’ comments as guides to analyze the fighting techniques so that he could talk ‘shop’ later with Arthur about it. He suddenly felt a toe jab him – no, ‘caress’ would be a better description, strange as that was – in his side. Convincing himself it had been an accident – although when had caressing ever been done accidentally? – Merlin pushed aside the touching and concentrated on the match. But then he felt fingers lightly brush the back of his neck and knew that was definitely no accident. Then it was the toe caressing and the finger brushing, very subtle, very smooth, and Merlin was so surprised that he found he couldn’t even react right away. The eyes of his friends and Arthur were fixed on the telly, engrossed in the match, oblivious to the hanky-panky Ricky was slyly subjecting him to. Ricky’s toe caressed its way up Merlin’s ribcage, finally reaching a sensitive spot that make Merlin jerk. Arthur cast a sharp glance at him, eyebrows raising. Merlin jumped up and mumbled something about needing to get a beverage from the kitchen, even though he had a half full can of cider sitting next to him. He hoped Arthur didn’t notice. Right now, Merlin just wanted to put some distance between he and slick Ricky. But Ricky followed Merlin into the kitchen. Merlin resigned himself to thinking that it would be best anyway to confront Ricky about the touching, as soon as possible and away from the others, but before he even had a chance to gather his thoughts, Ricky slid up behind him, pushing his groin into Merlin’s jean-clad buttocks. “Look, I’m not into guys,” Merlin said firmly, doing his best to dodge Ricky’s advances. “Come on, Merlin,” Ricky said in amused disbelief. “You gotta to be sucking Arthur’s cock.” He moved forward, brushing his crotch against Merlin’s hand. “I’m sure Arthur wouldn’t mind if you sucked mine.” Somehow Merlin thought Arthur might, or at least he hoped he would. He was about to tell Ricky that he wasn’t interested and that it would be best if he let him alone, when the kitchen door swung open and Arthur sauntered in. Arthur looked from Merlin to Ricky and then back to Merlin again. “Everything alright?” he asked, his tone sounding measured to Merlin, deliberately light and curious. Ricky spoke up first. “Sure, mate” he told Arthur. “Just helping Merlin here get some refreshments.” He made a show of going into the fridge and extracting a couple of ciders, then he glided out the kitchen door, giving Arthur a chummy smirk. Arthur waited until Ricky was safely in the living room, beyond ear shot. “Merlin?” he probed. When Merlin said nothing, Arthur asked more directly, “Is he hitting on you?” Merlin considered for a moment whether to tell Arthur the truth. “Well, it depends on how you define hitting on somebody...” he said finally. Arthur’s countenance turned dark as he narrowed his eyes and set his mouth grimly. Merlin knew from experience that this was Arthur’s ‘calm before the storm’ look. So, to take the edge off of Arthur’s building temper and instinctual urge to protect him from all things evil, Merlin quickly added, “But I got it, Arthur. Really. I can handle this.” He grabbed a can of Pepsi from the fridge and moved toward the kitchen door. As Merlin glided past him, on route back to the living room, Arthur grabbed him by the shirt front and pulled Merlin into him, crushing his mouth with a warm but firm kiss. “Just so we’re on the same page,” Arthur said to him, as he relinquished his mouth and hold on Merlin. Merlin nodded, looking Arthur squarely in the eyes. Arthur was very clearly jealous and Merlin had to admit he felt somewhat pleased by this. He was, of course, on the same page as Arthur – for Merlin, there had never really been any other leaves in the book. Still, Merlin wanted to prove to Arthur that he really could handle Ricky’s advances, that he didn’t need Arthur to fight this battle for him. Merlin returned to the living room. Ricky had taken up the recliner again and was concentrating on the telly (or so it seemed) so Merlin settled down on the floor on the opposite side of the couch just slightly to the front side of his buddy Ryan. Arthur also returned, dropping down on the floor right next to Merlin. Arthur stretched his legs out beside Merlin’s and Merlin had to admit he was taken by slight surprise when he felt Arthur’s leg against his in almost proprietary affection, his foot leaning lazily into Merlin’s. To the others, Arthur’s positioning probably didn’t attract much notice, but it sent a definite message to Merlin, a statement, really, of Arthur’s claim on him. They watched the next match, Arthur’s leg not moving an inch, his foot occasionally playing with Merlin’s, but unnoticeably. Merlin snuck a peek at Arthur a couple of times during the match, but Arthur appeared not to notice, his attention focused on the contest. Though, at some point near the end of the match, Arthur leaned his mouth close to Merlin’s ear and whispered, “I am so gonna fuck you hard when they’re gone.” Merlin’s heart (and something else) swelled and he turned a dark shade of pink. He thought no one had taken notice but then he saw Ricky looking over at him, a slight leer playing at his lips. No matter, Merlin thought. Surely Ricky now got the picture that Merlin was off-limits to his unwelcome advances. During the brief interlude before the final feature match, Arthur took the opportunity to go to the bathroom to relieve himself. Merlin, figuring he should play host in Arthur’s absence, got up to fetch another few ciders for his friends from the fridge in the kitchen. Ricky waited about ten seconds and then trailed after him. The other friends exchanged knowing glances. This was about to get more exciting than the fighting contests showing on the telly. Arthur Pendragon was an accomplished fighter and one thing they all knew for certain – which apparently new friend Ricky didn’t – was that you did not mess with Merlin. Merlin was Arthur’s best friend and pet chum, very probably his lover, and most certainly his heart’s deepest desire, whether he admitted it or not. Messing with Merlin was tantamount to issuing a serious challenge, one that poor schmuck Ricky could not ever possibly win. In the kitchen, Ricky again made advances at Merlin, who was trying tactfully to deflect Ricky’s licentious come-ons. “I told you I wasn’t into guys,” he reminded Ricky firmly. Ricky snorted. “I see the way you look at Arthur,” he stated. “You’re definitely into guys.” But that wasn’t exactly right. Merlin was into Arthur. And he realized that Arthur was all he had ever been into. “I think you just get off on being a tease,” Ricky speculated, leaning into Merlin once again. “But you can stop teasing, Merlin. I know what you really want.” As soon as Arthur returned from the bathroom, he noticed the pair missing. His blue eyes flashed, his teeth clenched, and his fists balled ominously. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he announced, storming toward the kitchen. This was about to get real good, the other friends thought - a virtual UFC. Ricky had him backed up against the kitchen sink, hand groping his crotch, Merlin trying to extract himself from Ricky’s lewd advances, when Arthur charged in. “Get your hands off him!” Arthur demanded, his voice pitched to growling. Merlin sighed and it was not all relief. He had learned enough about fighting from Arthur that he could have easily taken Ricky down, but he had wanted to do this delicately because, for one, they had other guests, and second, he had told Arthur he would handle it. The last thing he wanted was for a jealous Arthur – as endearing as that was – to beat the crap out of this prick Ricky. If anyone was going to do some beating, it would be him. Ricky laughed but backed away from Merlin. “What, you’re the only one that gets to have some of this?” Ricky challenged and Merlin knew Ricky was treading on very thin ground now. But, though his fists remained clenched in fighting position, Arthur did not yet rise to the bait. “If by ‘this’ you mean Merlin,” he said, “then yes.” Ricky laughed again and Merlin thought that was probably a very dangerous thing to do. “Get the fuck outta here! You’re gonna beat me up over this guy?” He indicated Merlin and his tone was unpleasantly derisive. “He must be one hell of a cock sucker,” Ricky decided. “He is,” Merlin was surprised to hear Arthur say. “Among many other things I will never let you find out.” Arthur moved forward, ready to fight. “Alright,” Ricky acceded, flicking his hands toward his body to accept the challenge. “Let’s go then.” Merlin thought it was pretty stupid of Ricky to bait Arthur like that. He knew from Arthur that Ricky had some karate and boxing experience but Arthur had been a kick-boxing champion for three years straight. It would hardly be a fair fight. To both Ricky and Merlin’s surprise, however, Arthur did not take up the challenge. Instead, he relaxed his battle-ready position, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and leaned almost lazily against the counter. “What? You’re not man enough to fight me?” Ricky inquired, then flicked a thumb at Merlin. “Or is he just not worth it?” Arthur grinned dangerously. “Oh, he’s worth it,” he said with ominous undertones. “But Merlin can take care of himself. He doesn’t need me to fight his battles.” It was then that Merlin knew Arthur understood. Merlin needed to feel independent, empowered. Arthur had been fighting his battles since they were teenagers and Merlin always let him. The only time he felt confident and empowered was when he was with Arthur, having sex, making love. He knew he could do whatever he wanted and Arthur would let him. But in other matters, Merlin usually let Arthur take control. This was Arthur’s way of telling him it was his turn, his moment to embrace his independence. Ricky looked as though he would laugh himself silly, but that changed the moment Merlin grabbed hold of his shoulders, stomped Ricky’s foot with his own, and forced a hard knee up into his crotch. Ricky cried out and doubled over, falling to his knees on the kitchen floor. “Nice,” Arthur praised and Merlin smiled. “I thought it would be effective.” “Clearly, it was,” Arthur conceded, leaning in to kiss Merlin. Arthur then assessed Ricky, who was still doubled over, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I don’t think Ricky would have had the stamina to endure your incredible cock sucking anyway.” “No,” Merlin agreed, feeling as happy as one could possibly feel right now. “Definitely not.” Merlin put a hand to the back of Arthur’s neck. But before he pulled him in for a deep-throated kiss, he had to ask. “You wouldn’t have let him have me, would you?” Arthur rolled his eyes at him. “No! I would have beaten him to a pulp if he had tried to go any further.” He kissed Merlin possessively. “You are mine.” Then feeling Merlin flinch slightly at the possessive claim, he added, “And I am so yours, Merlin. You know I love you like crazy, right?” Now Merlin pulled Arthur in for that kiss. But as he did, their friend Morgan poked his head around the kitchen door. “Hey, you guys done beating each other up yet?” he asked. He saw Ricky on his knees and raised an eyebrow at Arthur. “Merlin,” Arthur clarified with a smile. Morgan gave Merlin an appraising look. Then, very much aware that he had caught his two friends in the middle of an intimate moment, he said without any embarrassment, “Can you guys do that later? You’re missing one helluva match!” He turned back toward the living room, then paused, adding, “Oh, and we’re outta pretzels, so bring a new bag, will ya?” Part 1 @ http://community.livejournal.com/merlinx |
| 6:43 pm | Fic: When You Can't Get The Staff (1/1) TITLE: When You Can't Get The Staff (1/1) PAIRING: Arthur/Merlin RATING: PG-13 GENRE: Modern AU, Humour, Romance WORDS: 4500 DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. SUMMARY: All Arthur wants is to buy a bloody drink. But Merlin Emrys (officially the worst shop assistant in the world) seems to be doing everything in his power to stop him from doing just that. And Arthur is not amused. A/N This is another one-shot I've had lying around for ages but never posted, so I hope people enjoy it! Contain's oblivious!Arthur and Merlin's attempts at flirting XD If he hadn’t appeared to be such a simpleton, Arthur might have even found him attractive. |
| 4:30 pm | Fic: The Curious Case of Arthur Penbunny Title: The Curious Case of Arthur Penbunny Pairing: Arthur/Merlin Rating: PG-13 for bad language and mentions of sex Warnings: Crack. Complete, utter crack. Word Count: ~2500 Notes: Originally posted here for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} kinkme_merlin and the prompt: Arthur has a crush on Merlin, he gets nervous when he sees Merlin which is bad, every time Arthur gets even a little anxious he turns into a bunny, flirting is going to be hard.Summary: "Or, perhaps, he will turn into a bunny whenever he is around his true love," Nimueh said, and then paused and looked puzzled as if she had not meant to say such a thing. The Curious Case of Arthur Penbunny |
| 5:35 am | ficlet - Don't You Let Me Go Title: Don't You Let Me Go Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cherrybinaPairing Merlin/Arthur Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~900 Summary: Arthur and Merlin can't seem to make it out of bed. Notes: Written for gealach_ros for her birthday. A looong time ago, she told me there was not enough wank!fic in this fandom, so I am doing a tiny part to help remedy that for her :DDon't You Let Me Go |
| 3:32 am | Fic: One Sister's Vow Title: One Sister's Vow Author: ansera Artist: chosenfire28 Fandoms: Merlin, Harry Potter Rating: FRAO Word Count: 39, 078 Warnings: Slash, Het, Explicit Violence Disclaimer: I own nothing. Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Uther/Igraine, Percy/Oliver, Ron/Hermione (Other minor pairings both het and slash) Spoilers: None for Merlin and up to 'Deathly Hallows' for Harry Potter Summary: When Special Auror Merlin Emrys is forced to protect Muggle Arthur Pendragon, he assumes that the job will be an easy one. Then he meets the man, and he just might kill Arthur before anyone else can. Authors Notes: Since my original beta disappeared, runriggers was a lifeline with the last minute beta, so thank you very much. needed_beauty did a second beta, so she shall receive Merlin-shaped cookies. Also, thank you chosenfire28 for agreeing to do artwork for this story, all of it is perfectly lovely. And, insanely_so, for dealing with the immense bitching that came with the creation of this thing. Written for the crossbigbang. ( Fic Masterpost ) ( Art Masterpost ) |
| 1:04 am | PODFIC: "Goldeneye" by fahye (13:32) and "Three Castles" by rageprufrock (35:23)  Title: Goldeneye Author: fahyeReader: eos_roseBeta Listener: mrs_plinksCover: Art by lizardspotsFandom: Merlin (BBC) Pairing: Arthur/Merlin Rating: Suitable for older teens ages 16 and up. Summary: Arthur as James Bond. Merlin as a Bond-girl. Length: 13:32 Format: MP3 (12.4MB) or M4B (5.81MB) Download the MP3 or Audiobook from my journal!  Title: Three Castles Author: rageprufrockReader: eos_roseFandom: Merlin (BBC) Pairing: Arthur/Merlin Rating: Suitable for teens ages 13 and up. Summary: It’s a perfectly wretched day in Camelot when Uther Pendragon announces Arthur’s betrothal. Length: 35:23 Format: MP3 (32.5MB) or M4B (15.3MB) Download the MP3 or Audiobook from my journal! Issues with the downloads have been resolved. Sorry that I teased you with this last night only to have to take it down again. Technology is not my friend. XD In light of my technical issues, I've decided that the remainder of the podfic I had intended to upload one-by-one thru Jan 4th will be uploaded in bulk when I return to home to my usual (wonderful) connection on the 4th. |
| Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 | |
| 11:58 pm | 4 Merlin wallpapers + alternates 1 Gwen 2 Arthur/Merlin 1 Morgana/Morgause Teaser:  Find them all here! |
| Wednesday, December 30th, 2009 | |
| 12:05 am | Fandom Cookies '09 A couple of friends of mine have a tradition in which we get together before Christmas and make various fandom-cookies, then use them to make a story. This year's hilarious crack-fest can be found here at my journal.  Preview |
| Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 | |
| 7:17 pm | [fic] Conference | Promised Title: Conference Author: glimmergirlRating: R Word count: ~1500 Warnings/spoilers: none Summary: Wherein Arthur and Merlin attend the MLA convention. [academic!au, set a few years in the future of the 'verse.] + Title: Promised Author: glimmergirlRating: G Word count: ~750 Warnings/spoilers: Vague spoilers for The Moment of Truth. Summary: In Arthur's dream, they are back in Ealdor, and they sleep together as they sleep on the forest floor, bodies curled around each other in a nest of shared heat, beneath a pile of thin blankets. *Disclaimer: This bit of Arthuriana belongs to the BBC. |
| 7:13 pm | Jealousy Part 1 - A Smutterly Smut Fic TITLE: JEALOUSY Part 1 AUTHOR: thecheekydragon PAIRING: Merlin/Arthur GENRE: Modern AU; I’m tagging this as ‘porn’ genre but I much prefer the term ‘smut’ :-) RATING: NC-17 for gratuitous m/m sex SPOILERS/WARNINGS: None really; but if you’re squeamish about graphic intimacy between the boys or cringe at ‘strong’ language, you might want to peek through your fingers. DISCLAIMER: These are characters owned by BBC and Shine, no matter what universe we’re in. Plus, my apologies to the actors for my very liberal use of their alter-egos – sorry guys. SUMMARY: Merlin and Arthur are flat mates and best friends. What would happen if Merlin revealed his lustful fantasies and secret desire for Arthur? A/N: I am ashamed to say that this fic contains a lot of ‘smut’ with a little ‘plot’ thrown in *blush* (okay, so maybe there’s more than just a little...) I have no idea if it’s even any good. But, hey, we can all use a little gratuitous smut – even mediocre smut - once in a while, right? Lemme know what you think. JEALOUSY: Part 1 Come on, Merlin,” Arthur lilted. “You’re acting like you’re bloody jealous of this guy.” He was. Very. But he said nothing. Arthur was getting dressed for a night out. Merlin was lingering in the doorway of Arthur’s room, watching his best friend and flat mate try on and cast aside several dress shirts until finally settling on a black and silver thinly striped one that was known to be a favourite. Merlin mentally cringed at that, somewhat bothered that Arthur would chose one of his favourite shirts for this particular night out. The subject of their current discussion was Ricky, a new friend that Arthur had met through work. Merlin hadn’t met Ricky but he definitely didn’t like him. Apparently, Ricky had many of the same interests as Arthur and the two had become instant friends. So, to inaugurate their newly formed friendship, Ricky had invited Arthur out tonight to meet up with some other friends at a popular night club. It didn’t bother Merlin that he hadn’t been invited or that Arthur hadn’t insisted that Merlin come along. After all, Merlin had other friends that were not mutually Arthur’s. And, Arthur was well aware that Merlin didn’t care to do the ‘bar scene’. Merlin was sure that was why Arthur hadn’t suggested he accompany him. What bothered him was that Arthur appeared to be almost too gleeful in talking about this Ricky guy, about how much Ricky liked to work out at the gym, how much Ricky was into boxing and mixed martial arts, how Ricky had a fondness for nostalgic eighties power ballads and preferred first person shooter games to more challenging RPG. All of these things were exactly what Arthur liked and many of them Merlin didn’t, though he suffered through them for the sake of hanging out with Arthur. Merlin and Arthur had been friends since almost the first day of high school. They had gotten off to a rocky start, however, when Merlin, his nose perpetually in a book, had distractedly run into Arthur and his gang of varsity athletes. Arthur Pendragon had teased him mercilessly and it had seemed that the ‘bookworm’ and the ‘jock’ were destined to never get along, much less become friends. But, as fate would have it, it was a couple of weeks later that Merlin had run into another group, this time after school had let out and just outside the school grounds, a group far more ominous and dangerous than the ridiculing school athletes. Merlin had all but resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be beaten to within an inch of his life when Arthur suddenly and unexpectedly showed up in his corner. Even at fourteen, Arthur had been a good fighter but he was out-matched five to one and, even with Merlin’s limited help (Merlin had zero fighting skills at that time), he hadn’t been able to defeat the band of bullies. Nevertheless, Arthur had prevented Merlin from being obliterated from this fair earth, and he had held his own sufficiently enough to divert the gang from putting too much effort into pummelling him until he no longer moved. Merlin remembered how Arthur’s nose, surprisingly not broken, had poured gobs of blood and Merlin had tried to help stop the bleeding. “Why did you do that?” Merlin had asked Arthur and Arthur had simply replied, “’Cause I thought you could use some help. Sorry, mate, but I honestly can’t see you fighting your way out of a bucket.” Merlin had laughed at that because what Arthur had said had been so true. If Arthur hadn’t come along when he did, Merlin had been certain he would have ended up a lifeless form on the pavement. After that, Arthur and Merlin became friends – best friends actually – even though they continued to have very little in common. Arthur’s jock friends tolerated Merlin, although they never really understood their friend’s fondness for the awkward scrawny bookworm. And over the years, Arthur and Merlin’s friendship had only grown stronger. When Merlin chose a college to study history, Arthur followed him, majoring in kinesiology, even though the college did not offer a full sports program and Arthur had to turn to the community to continue his athletic training. After graduation, Merlin had gotten a job as an archivist at the public library. Arthur had opened up a mixed martial arts training facility (Arthur came from a family with money, Merlin had learned) and he and Merlin had lived together in this flat for the past five years, still best mates. Nobody knew Merlin better than Arthur and Merlin understood Arthur oftentimes more than Arthur understood himself. They were two peas in a pod, jelly to the other’s peanut butter, both halves that made a whole. Merlin knew Arthur was not romantically interested in this new guy – he didn’t go that way – but he still felt threatened by new friend Ricky. Merlin supposed it was more than just because he was concerned that Arthur would end up liking Ricky more than he did Merlin, although he admitted that still worried him. No, his concerns mostly stemmed from the fact that Merlin had feelings for Arthur, feelings Merlin was too damn terrified to reveal to his best friend for fear Arthur would reject him and Merlin would lose him forever. Arthur dabbed some cologne on, the one Merlin most loved the smell of on Arthur. He was sure Arthur was trying to torment him. Then Arthur fingered his blond hair one last time and turned to Merlin. “So how do I look?” Arthur asked, awaiting assessment. “Fine,” Merlin replied, though his heart definitely skipped a few beats. Even Arthur didn’t know how beautiful he truly was. “Come on, Merlin,” Arthur said, tousling the hair on Merlin’s head as he glided out his door past him, something Arthur had been doing since they were fourteen. “Stop being so mopey. You hate bars, you wouldn’t have fun if you came along, and I know you’d much rather change into your sleep pants, hunker down with that book you’re reading and finish the last two chapters than hang out with a bunch of fucked up drunk guys who think they can strut their stuff on the dance floor.” Did Arthur know Merlin, or what? Still, Merlin wished that Arthur would rather stay home with him than go out and ‘strut his stuff’ (this image only made Merlin more green-eyed) with Ricky the Prick-y. “What time you coming home?” Merlin asked, trying to keep his tone casual. Arthur collected his keys from the coffee table. “Don’t know.” He grinned at Merlin. “Depends on how much fun I’m having.” Great, thought Merlin as Arthur let himself out of their shared flat. He hoped Arthur’s fun would fizzle quickly. Then he would come home where he belonged. *********** It was after two in the morning when Arthur attempted to let himself into their flat. He was obviously very tipsy – it took three tries just to get the key in the lock – and then he finally mastered the hole and keyed himself in. “Merlin, yur stillup,” Arthur slurred with surprise, seeing his best pal sprawled on the couch in his sleep pants. “Why didn’t you lemme in?” he now accused. “I coulda used some help.” “You’re drunk,” Merlin stated flatly. Arthur crooked a smile. “I am.” He gave Merlin a look, trying hard to focus on his face. “And you’re mad.” “I’m not,” Merlin said with finality, knowing very well that he was. He had stayed up, unable to sleep, all kinds of feelings and emotions running through his head. “Did you have fun with your new friend?” He had meant to keep the question light but he did have to admit that it came out a tad bit angry and jealous sounding. Arthur made a face. “Ah, come on, you don’t think I’m gonna give you the heave-ho and replace you with Ricky, do ya?” Merlin wished that Arthur didn’t look so cute when he was liquored up and trying to patch up some slight he knew Merlin was feeling. Suddenly, all of the emotions swirling around in Merlin seemed to take hold and he found that he just couldn’t help himself. He grabbed a hold of Arthur’s shirt front and yanked him flush to his own bare chest. Then he assaulted his mouth with his, his lips hot and wet on Arthur’s, his tongue pushing through and down his throat. When Merlin broke the kiss, Arthur pulled back a little, trying to assess the situation. He looked slightly dazed but whether that was from Merlin’s mouth on his or still the after-effects of the boozing, Merlin couldn’t tell. “Why, Merlin,” Arthur remarked, trying to gain a hold of himself, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” Merlin hooked Arthur’s leg with his own and swiftly took him down to the carpet behind the couch. Then before Arthur even had time to think about what had just happened – his mind was fuzzy, after all, and that kiss Merlin had just given him hadn’t helped clear his mind any – Merlin mounted his lower body, straddling his thighs. “Merlin, what are you doing?” a dazed Arthur wanted to know. Merlin noticed that he didn’t sound mad, just mildly curious. “Betcha wish you hadn’t taught me that self-defence move now,” Merlin retorted teasingly, trying to keep his nerve up. Then before he changed his mind and lost all of his courage, Merlin grabbed hold of Arthur’s shirt at the neck opening, intending to deftly unbutton it to reveal his perfect chest. It started somewhat deftly but then his over-eager fingers got the best of him and Merlin found himself ripping apart Arthur’s shirt, buttons be damned, a few silver circles flying off as the shirt tore open. “This is my favourite shirt!” Arthur complained indignantly, but Merlin noted that Arthur did not attempt to resist or struggle even though it would be easy for him, inebriated or not, to get out of the position Merlin had him in. He was a kick-boxing champion, for chrissakes, and he easily had twenty pounds on Merlin’s slender frame. “I’ll buy you a new one,” Merlin told him gruffly, grabbing hold of Arthur’s hands and pushing his arms up and over on either side of his head, pressing his own hands and arms down to hold them in place. This feeling of dominance fuelled his nerve further and Merlin pressed his lips to Arthur’s chest, at first tentatively, then more aggressively, daring to tongue his way around and to nip Arthur’s skin with his lips. His mouth found a nipple and he ran his tongue around the outer circle, then slowly sucked in the nub. He thought he felt Arthur shudder – or flinch, he couldn’t be sure – so he paused to peek up at him, hoping to glean some idea of what Arthur might be thinking. Merlin was pleasantly surprised to see bright blue eyes filled with desire and to hear a husky voice whisper, “Please tell me you’re not gonna stop.” From that moment on, Merlin let his deepest desires run wild. He now realized Arthur was growing hard beneath him, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans, pressing lustfully into Merlin’s own hard cock tucked into his more relenting flannel sleep pants. Merlin wanted so much to tongue his way around Arthur’s body, to tease him to the brink of ecstasy, to take him deep into his mouth, sucking and swallowing until Arthur moaned and whimpered, and finally came in wondrous release. Driving him forward in fulfilling these fantasies was Arthur’s willing passiveness to let Merlin do whatever he wanted to him, seeming to intuitively understand Merlin’s need to dominate and control him, to take him fully and completely. Merlin had worked his way down Arthur’s chest with wet tongue, nibbling lips, and softly biting teeth. Merlin felt Arthur raise his hips to push his hardness into Merlin, silently pleading to be released from the confines of his pants. Merlin moved himself down a little off of Arthur’s hips and yanked open the button and fly of his jeans, gently pulling Arthur’s stiff cock out. He touched his lips to the tip and felt Arthur buck up in response, an animalistic groan escaping his lips. “Oh fuck, Merlin!” Merlin swirled his tongue around Arthur’s cock head, being rewarded with hitched breaths and ragged exclamations. Then he heard Arthur say, with almost tortured effort, “Off. Jeans off. I want my whole cock in your mouth. Now. Please.” Merlin felt somewhat guilty at being pleased to hear Arthur almost pleading with him to give him a full blow job. Merlin had waited so long to unleash his innermost and lustful desires for his best friend. He would give Arthur what he wanted. Mostly because it was what Merlin wanted too. And because Merlin loved him madly. He yanked Arthur’s jeans down just past his knees, Arthur helping somewhat by lifting his hips so the denim could slide more easily. Then Merlin positioned himself above Arthur’s groin, taking a few moments (which may have frustrated Arthur just a little) to admire Arthur’s cock, now very hard against his stomach and practically throbbing. Merlin gripped Arthur with his hand and brought his mouth to the tip, swirling his tongue over it. He drew in the head slowly, swirled his tongue some more along the tip and ridge, and then sucked Arthur in a little more. Merlin could feel Arthur quivering beneath him as he continued his sensual tongue play while drawing Arthur in deeper and deeper. Arthur cried out roughly, “Oh bloody fucking hell!” when his cock head finally knocked the back of Merlin’s throat and, still, somehow managed to go a little deeper. Merlin stifled the natural reflex to gag as he attempted to take Arthur in as deeply as possible. When he reached the point where he thought he couldn’t swallow any further and Arthur had moaned and whimpered to his satisfaction, Merlin slowly drew his mouth up, tonguing Arthur’s cock along the way. Then with hand gripping the shaft bottom, stimulating Arthur further with some light stroking, Merlin plunged Arthur’s cock back down his throat. He continued these movements while Arthur moaned and whimpered some more, completely under the rapture of Merlin’s sensuous spell. Merlin felt Arthur’s fingers threading through his hair at the back of his head, felt Arthur pull his head down lightly while raising his hips in an attempt to move his cock even further down Merlin’s throat. Arthur’s breathing had moved beyond ragged to a definite pant and Merlin knew Arthur was very close to erupting. He let Arthur pull his head and push his cock as he maintained the steady plunging and tonguing, bringing Arthur closer and closer to orgasmic ecstasy. Arthur came while deep in Merlin’s throat, the warm, salty fluid shooting down his esophagus. Merlin had no choice but to swallow it, but he didn’t mind really. It was a part of Arthur that Merlin welcomed, a part that somehow made him feel more whole. Arthur lay there, still panting, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. “Fuck, Merlin. I think you just ruined me for all others.” “Sorry about that,” Merlin replied. “No, you’re not,” Arthur retorted good-humouredly. Arthur was right. He wasn’t. Not even a tiny bit. Arthur then grumbled, “Can we get off the floor now and move this to a bed?” Merlin chuckled. “You’re such a suck.” Sometimes Merlin could swear that Arthur had been royalty in another life. Arthur gave him a titled smile. “And you suck damn good.” “You want some more of that, do ya?” “Oh, yeah.” Merlin helped Arthur off the floor. Arthur shed his jeans and discarded his shirt in a heap on the carpet. His drunkenness seemed to be dissipating somewhat, replaced by a new feeling of sexual euphoria. Arthur moved forward and grabbed Merlin’s package. “Please tell me you’re achingly hard,” he said, and was pleased to find he was absolutely right. “So now I’m gonna ruin you like you just did me.” “You’re bed or mine?” Merlin asked, trying to keep his intense excitement at bay. “Yours,” Arthur replied with some desperation. “It’s closer.” They swiftly moved the few feet to Merlin’s bedroom. Merlin went to lay on the bed, figuring Arthur wanted comfort, but was held back by Arthur, who directed him to sit down on the end, legs over the edge, feet planted on the floor. Arthur then slid Merlin’s sleep pants off and smiled somewhat wickedly at the sight of Merlin’s erection, which seemed to spring up on its own volition with just one glance from Arthur. Arthur positioned himself on the floor between Merlin’s legs, pushing his thighs open to better accommodate his broad shoulders. “I thought you wanted off the floor,” Merlin muttered somewhat absently, feeling the burning rising inside him as he watched Arthur settle on his knees, his head and mouth now lingering just above his lust-hardened dick. “Umhmm,” Arthur murmured, his breath floating across the very sensitive tip of Merlin’s cock head, causing Merlin to tremble. “But I figure I might be able to do half as good a job as you from this position,” he assessed, gazing up at Merlin then locking his eyes on Merlin’s cock. Merlin shuddered as soon as Arthur’s warm mouth took in his cock head. So many times, he had fantasized about Arthur’s mouth on him, Arthur pleasuring him, Arthur making love to him, and Merlin was not at all disappointed with Arthur’s tentative but very determined sucking. Merlin smiled inwardly as Arthur got a little bold and started tonguing his way down Merlin’s cock shaft to his scrotum. Then he drew in a ragged breath when Arthur wrapped his mouth around one of his balls and sucked it in. Arthur mouth-played with Merlin’s testicles for a bit while stroking his cock, sending Merlin into a delicious sensual frenzy. Then Arthur returned his mouth to Merlin’s cock, swirling his tongue and sucking, devoting his full attention to bringing Merlin to stupendous orgasm. Merlin leaned back on his bed, palms pressing down on the mattress. What Arthur was doing to him felt like heaven and, though he was aroused to the point of needing ultimate release, Merlin simultaneously wished Arthur’s pleasuring would never end. Merlin felt the hot burning in his stomach and pelvis and knew he was about ready to explode. He debated with himself about pulling away from Arthur, not sure if Arthur would be comfortable accepting his sticky seed even though Merlin very much wanted to come in Arthur’s mouth. Arthur decided for him. As soon as Merlin, on the brink of ecstasy, started to pull away, Arthur tugged Merlin’s hips forward into him, keeping his mouth clamped on Merlin’s cock, which was throbbing and ready to erupt. Merlin came hard, spurting his semen into Arthur’s warm and wet mouth. Arthur gently released Merlin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He pushed himself up off the floor and leaned forward into Merlin, who was still leaning back, hands on bed, thighs apart. “Who’d have thought giving another guy head would turn me on like this,” Arthur said as he pushed Merlin all the way down on the bed with his body, dragging his mouth across Merlin’s hot, wet lips. “I think I’m just hot for you.” Merlin could taste the saltiness of his seed on Arthur’s lips and could still smell the lingering sweet scent of Arthur’s cologne, and he groaned involuntarily with pleasure. Arthur could not possibly know how much Merlin loved him. “So how’d I do?” Arthur asked. “Ruined me,” Merlin said, though he didn’t tell Arthur that he had already been ruined by him long before this ever happened. Arthur settled on the bed next to Merlin, lightly stroking his chest, allowing Merlin to gently caress his half-hard cock. “I so want to do this some more,” Arthur said with the drags of sleep in his voice. “But I’m exhausted. You fucking wore me out,” he accused teasingly. “Yeah,” Merlin said, his own body heavy with tiredness. “It’s got nothing to do with the fact that it’s almost four in the morning and you’ve had too much to drink...” Arthur murmured something as he nestled into Merlin’s body. Merlin continued stroking him until he felt his own consciousness starting to slip away. He fell asleep, feeling both euphoric and pleasurably peaceful. This was everything Merlin had ever wanted. Arthur in his bed. Arthur’s body, naked, entangled with his. Arthur breathing softly, happy. |
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| 7:04 pm | Fic: Truthspell Title: Truthspell Author: vensreRating: PG-13 Warnings/Spoilers: Written before series 2 aired. Wordcount: 4025 Summary: Fill for the kinkme_merlin #2 prompt: Arthur/Merlin, one of the boys or both are put under a truth spell and end up spilling their secret kinks, and would probably also suit the prompt Arthur/Merlin, Merlin can hear everything Arthur is thinking, in a way.Notes: My alpha and beta readers, magog_83 and themadlurker (in particular Mad's Stick of Poking and work beyond the call of duty creating OE spells), are the only reasons this story is seeing the light of day. Hauling Arthur away from the melee, even after the battle had wound down considerably, took Merlin's full attention. He'd got them down the hall a ways, pulled a weird-looking arrow out of Arthur's sleeve, and had stopped the bleeding from the shallow gouge beneath by the time it really registered that Arthur was talking to himself. "Merlin's terrible about interruptions," Arthur was saying, "And his timing, that's even worse." "Oh, you're one to talk," Merlin shot back, but Arthur kept on speaking over him, and Merlin stopped, confused. "He doesn't even know it half the time. Like this morning! Maybe I should shout at him when he walks in on me touching myself instead of pretending I wasn't. It's my right, anyway. He ought to learn to knock! And now dragging me away from battle; I should be back there—" "I beg your pardon?" Merlin tried to cut him off, with no result whatsoever. Arthur gazed blurrily over Merlin's shoulder and rambled on. "As if I needed cosseting, particularly by him. He can't even defend himself. One stray sword-thrust and I'd be out too much — he doesn't understand. Seeing him in danger makes me crazy." "I'm right here, you know," Merlin said, indignation lost behind the panicked muddle that came with hearing something he was certainly not intended to know. "And this place was supposed to be neutral ground. It was pretty obvious we were going to win, I wonder why they even started something? Wretchedly laid-out castle, wretched people in it, wretched weather. Though the fight wasn't bad. Nor the food. Morgana's young cousins aren't entirely horrible. And Merlin's here." "Arthur, look at me," Merlin touched his face, gingerly feeling for whatever was influencing the Prince: not a poison, and not only a spell, perhaps some sort of potion? He nudged Arthur's chin with the back of his knuckles, gently angling his face so their eyes would meet. "Arthur. I'm right here." Something must have lined up for Arthur; his focus sharpened. "Merlin," he said softly, followed by a quick intake of breath and a redoubled rush of words. "Shit, your eyes," he said with a wild look, "Oh, shit, your hands. Get away from me, I want to touch you. I just want you to think I'm a good person." Arthur choked, words still spilling out of his mouth. "I can't stop this, you've got to help me! I feel very strange. It's got to be your fault somehow. Things were never so interesting before you became my servant. What would I do if I hadn't met you?" His tone wandered as a drunk's would, from frantic awareness of what he was saying to a sort of absent semi-lucidity. "All these dreams about you, only half are fit to talk over with Morgana, and the rest... I wonder how it would be. I've never seen you naked, which doesn't seem fair. I'm guessing you're well-endowed, but you'll never hear that from me." "You'll thank me for this later!" Merlin shoved his hand over Arthur's mouth, who tolerated it for moment, then twisted out of his hold easily while Merlin struggled to grab onto him somehow, finally latching onto the front of his ruined jacket, wary of Arthur's wandering attention. "What are you thinking? As pleasant as that is, it's no solution. I've obviously been cursed somehow. Haven't you seen anything in those sketchy herbalist's books to shake something like this off?" "Did you drink anything in the hall?" Merlin interjected hastily, diverting Arthur from a tangent on the sorts of books Gaius probably kept on the highest shelves. He balled his free hand into a fist; he could still feel the ghost of Arthur's lips against his palm. "I hadn't even touched my wine. Nothing since breakfast, which you brought to me yourself. Are you saying it was some kind of drug? Could something have been on that quarrel? Though it barely nicked me. Must have been a shoddy excuse for a crossbow, or an absurdly long way off, unless somebody ran up behind me and tried to stab me in the arm with it while I was busy restoring order. There's a pathetic image." "That's an idea." Merlin relaxed his death grip on the cloth of Arthur's jacket with some reluctance. Arthur carried on talking as Merlin retrieved and examined the arrow, something about the relative painfulness of various injuries Arthur had received in combat. "We have to get out of the open," Merlin told him, "someplace you won't be overheard, at least. Come on." He got Arthur by the sleeve, tugged him out of the alcove they'd sheltered in, picked a direction, and started towing him down the passageway. "But I wish you'd try putting your hand over my mouth sometime when we're in my chambers with time to spend. Give me an excuse to wrestle with you. I wouldn't hold you down unless you wanted me to, but I wouldn't let you win either." Arthur might not forgive him for hearing something like that, but knowing the idea was in his head at all was enough to make Merlin foolishly breathless and more than a little lightheaded. If he'd never considered that specific fantasy before, he certainly would from now on. "Shut up, shut up, shut uuuup, shut up shut up shut uuuuuuup," Merlin started up a little song, but it wasn't enough to distract him from Arthur's constant stream of words. "You had better not turn your back on me when you find out I want you," Arthur said. "I'd hate you for that. I'd hate myself for that. I wish I could stop talking, my mouth is getting dry," he meandered, his voice growing vague again. Merlin braced himself, wishing fervently for some safer topic to pass through Arthur's mind. "Hope whoever did this found his end on some sword tonight. I wonder what they were after, Camelot's secrets or blackmail material? Our defences would stand even if the enemy knew about the passages below the gardens, which are guarded now in any case. Perhaps they only meant to sow havoc. Did they go after others of our party too, or only me? It's laughable. My only real secrets are personal ones, nothing life-ending unless Merlin and Guinevere are mortally offended by the idea of a threesome. But it's shameful that I'm lusting after our servants. Gwen must never know. Merlin might realise eventually, if we stay together — we'd probably recover from it, even if he was disgusted. It'll be hard if he only laughs, but at least he's not likely to try to fight me or leave his post. He's been really faithful." "Prat," Merlin muttered, and changed his grip from Arthur's sleeve to his hand. They edged past the entrance to the main hall again — the battle was more or less over, Merlin didn't know what Arthur's big problem was — and kept going. Ideally they could have returned to Arthur's guest chambers, but two days had not sufficed to orient Merlin to the layout of Lord Hoel's fortress. The best he could do was one of the courtyards inside the keep, the windows that lined it shuttered against the drizzling rain. Two doors on opposite ends of the courtyard meant a back way out if the battle were to spill in, but Merlin doubted they had anything to worry about on that front. Fat raindrops clung to the edge of the overhang along one wall, and the area open to the sky was so much mud around sodden plants and one sorry-looking tree. Merlin picked his way along the stone path and pulled Arthur into the sheltered side. Arthur still seemed dazed, rambling about something Merlin was putting serious effort into not listening to. It was a bit of a lost cause either way when Arthur eyed him sidelong and slurred out Merlin's name. "Here you are. There's something wrong, I think. Can you fix it?" "I'll try," said Merlin, not with any intention of making himself heard, but talking to himself wasn't anything new. "I wonder about you," Arthur was saying. "You've got dimension, it's so strange, I've never known anyone else like you. Well, if they were like you they were hiding it better." That had to be consciously spoken, Merlin thought, from the way Arthur grinned over it. "I do think you haven't the common sense god gave a root vegetable. But look how lovely you are. And you look out for me, it's hard to acknowledge because I don't need defending, but you look after my happiness more than anyone else has ever done. I wonder how I came to have you chasing me around? I didn't even have to work for it; that's not how my life usually goes at all." Merlin wondered the same thing, quite often. "You can't do it all yourself," he told Arthur, somewhat at a loss. His plan hadn't extended much past finding a safe place for Arthur to ramble. "I think you're the only one who would say that. Or at least, the only one I would actually listen to, saying it, not that I'd let you know it. I show you far more than I should, but it was so much harder without you. And I can't help wondering," he said on a sigh, "how it would be. If it could be even better. Are you shy? Would I have to coax you?" Strangely charmed, Merlin risked a reply, unsure whether to hope Arthur would remember when the spell was lifted. "No. I'm not shy," he said, even as Arthur spoke on over him. "I sort of want to and I sort of don't. But I'd let you," he said. "I'd let you do things to me, anything you wanted, anything that turned you on. It's dangerous what I would do for you, Merlin, I think I just love you too much." A certain tension crept into his stance, which Merlin thought entirely understandable; he thought he might be in some kind of shock himself. "I've already lied and killed to protect you and who knows how many idiotic quests you've sent me on, most without even asking. I don't understand how you got so far into me, and it makes even less sense how much farther I want you. And it's very frustrating. You're frustrating. I wonder whether you'd pull my hair the right way or the annoying way? I wonder if— fff," he stuttered, his eyes desperately aware, "Help me—" "Ic gehæfte þin gespræce!" Merlin bit out, swiftly directing magic to quiet the sound from Arthur until even his rapid breathing was perfectly silent. "God in heaven. I am so sorry, Arthur." Arthur rubbed his hands over his face with the air of a man with a severe headache coming on, and swayed on his feet, mouth still moving, mute. "The compulsion will probably just go away on its own," Merlin told him, trying to sound reassuring. Arthur pinned him with a furious look, mouthing something Merlin was extremely glad he couldn't hear, and he added hastily, "But we'll definitely get you an antidote as soon as possible anyway. Of course. Sire." "There you are!" Morgana came into the courtyard, dressed in violet silk from the feast, her hair falling down wildly from its decorative knots and a narrow-bladed sword ready in one hand. Instantly panicked again, Merlin dashed to meet her at the archway. "We're fine, my Lady," he said hurriedly, "I mean, Arthur's fine." She smiled at him wryly. "But could you please find Gaius? I just want him to look at a scrape on Arthur's arm. And he might have got thumped on the head a bit." Morgana's brow creased in concern, and she started across the muddy yard towards Arthur, but Merlin got in her way before she could get close enough to notice anything unnatural going on. "But he's fine! Trust me, please just trust me, you don't want to go over there right now. He's... saying things he'll probably regret later." Giddy from nerves, Merlin congratulated himself on being technically truthful about the entire situation. She winced a little. "He's in a mood? I'm sure you'll have more luck talking him 'round than I would. I'll inform Gaius. And Merlin?" He straightened his shoulders, trying to look capable and trustworthy. "I'm glad you're both all right." Turning with a swirl of her formal half-cloak, she strode into the shadows of the corridor, boot-heels clicking. Merlin slumped a bit when she was out of sight, and wiped his rain-wet hair back from his forehead. A very quiet, "Oh god," was all the complaint he allowed himself before turning to deal with Arthur again. "You got rid of her very quickly!" Arthur said approvingly as Merlin rejoined him beneath the overhang. "Faster than I likely could have. It's no small thing, shaking off Morgana, she's the most persistent person I've ever known aside from you. Well, no, my father is persistent. You and she are nosy." "It's worn off already?" "Yes, you'll have to do it better the next time. I have wondered if maybe you weren't working magic, at times, from so many of the ridiculous things that happen around you, although I wasn't sure, but I almost wanted it to be true so you'd be as powerful in your way as I am, so I wouldn't have to be careful with you—" "Ic gehæfte þin gespræce," Merlin hissed again, trying to mean it more, and Arthur went quiet again. "Fuck," he said. "I really wanted to hear all that. But not if you don't mean to tell me. I hope you will, sometime." Arthur yawned in perfect silence, still mouthing words throughout. The unhappy set of his jaw was obvious even outside his little pauses for breath. "Is it all right with you if I use magic on you to stop the curse? I'll have to take the silence off first to trace the source of it. Arthur?" Merlin waited for Arthur's focus to come back to him, reassuring, "I won't listen to what you're saying, I'll be very quick." When at last Arthur seemed to grasp what he was asking and assented with a nod, Merlin said, "Þu bruce spræce," as clearly as he could. The sound returned unceremoniously as if Arthur had simply started speaking in the middle of a word. "—d have let you in any case just to see what your eyes do, that's quite good," he chattered. "I wonder why it lights up like that? Are your eyes important to casting spells, do you have to be watching what you're magicking? Did you learn by yourself or did someone teach you? Can you do anything dirty with it? Damn, I wish I actually agreed with my father's ban, it'd sound much better if I supported him." "I'm not listening," Merlin reminded Arthur with all the serenity he could muster. "I'll need to touch your skin to feel where the compulsion is coming from." Arthur held out both hands for Merlin to take, and Merlin's heart thudded out of rhythm at the openness of that offering. He accepted them, holding Arthur's hands as a friend would, while Arthur talked on: "I wish it was you with this curse instead of me, although maybe not if you'd tell me things I don't want to hear. I'd take care of you too, if something like that happened. If anyone's to hear my idiotic secrets, I am glad it's you. There's no one I trust more. You said you weren't listening," Arthur said archly, "but you certainly look like you are." "Sorry," Merlin said, shifting his attention hastily back to the magic he meant to work. "I don't know a spell for this," he said, partly to Arthur and partly to distract himself from the enthusiastic and weirdly sensual tangent Arthur began on the subject of having Merlin fitted for his own armour when they returned to Camelot. "It'll be okay, though. I just have to feel out what I'm looking for, and the source of the magic should show itself to me." He let his eyes fall closed — ignoring the prompt complaint from Arthur — and pushed his awareness against Arthur's hands. His magic seeped past the skin to be tugged swiftly through Arthur's blood with no sign of a potion to be found. "There's..." he heard his own voice along with Arthur's, strange-sounding through Arthur's ears, "some kind of, what is that?" The back of Arthur's neck, there was something... He snapped back into himself abruptly when a flare of magic from whatever-it-was burnt his fingers, and Arthur said, "That stings! What was that, what have you—?" before he managed to pry the thing, which seemed to be a flat, faceted piece of stone, off with his fingernails and flick it away. Arthur's voice stopped instantly. Merlin rubbed a fingertip over the welt where the stone had been affixed, and sent a little push of magic to deaden any pain with a murmured, "Sorg beo gelytlod." He opened his eyes to Arthur's disgruntled moue, up very close, and realised exactly how near they were standing: both of Arthur's hands clasping one of Merlin's, and Merlin's other hand cupping the back of Arthur's neck. He could feel Arthur's breath on his face. "If anybody saw, you can tell them you were stealing a kiss," he said, stupid with relief. His heart sank when Arthur stiffened and pulled away, dropping Merlin's hand, and he actually felt a curl of fear at the grim look the Prince turned on him. "If you're my friend, you will not speak of it. And you'll forgive me. I was not myself." "I know. It was a spell. So... you remember everything?" Arthur swallowed, something pained and raw in his expression. "I can forget what I know, if you forget what you know." And that felt like a physical blow, but Merlin forced himself not to avoid Arthur's eyes. "I'd never hold it against you. I care for you so much, I'd." He took a deep breath, the air around them seeming too thin somehow. "I'd topple the world for you. I'd do anything. So please." "Just forget." He was about to turn away; Merlin could see it playing out, with horrible clarity, all the years ahead with this fear between them, and this his only chance. "Do you imagine I don't love you?" Merlin burst out. "Is that what you're telling yourself? That you're rejected?" "I am not asking anything of you," Arthur said intensely, sounding almost furious, but it wasn't anger on his face. "Well I am!" Arthur's eyes darted down to Merlin's clenched hands, then back up. He said nothing, just made a few upset breaths. "If you want to turn me over to your father, go ahead! I did it to save your pride, not your life — this time — and I don't care, do whatever you're going to do. Didn't you hope for this? All I wanted is for you to take this, this thing I can't rid myself of even if I wanted to, and give it some kind of purpose. It was supposed to be for you. If you don't want it..." Merlin ran out of words and stood, one hand against his chest not easing the ache at all. "That's not all you wanted," Arthur observed. Merlin bit his lip. "All right, maybe not all. I don't want you to forget." "And?" "And... and I don't know." The corners of Arthur's mouth tilted up — just a little, but it changed his whole face. "Thought you said you're not shy." "I'm not!" "Well then? You may as well tell me, while you're listing your demands." An inkling of what Arthur was asking for now trickled into Merlin's mind. Arthur had been forced to speak with no censor, and now he wanted some of the same from Merlin, more voluntarily. Which actually sounded a bit fun, since he had a choice about it. Merlin took a moment to decide what to say, but when he spoke it was the artless truth. "If you're taking demands, I'd love it if you stopped flicking your eyes down to my mouth when we talk in front of other people. Just, the only other people besides you who have ever looked at me like that kissed me right after. Nobody else needs to know that makes me a bit excited, sometimes, because I can't help imagining you're going to." "You mean, makes you hard?" Arthur leered. "Yeah," Merlin admitted — rather boldly, he thought. Arthur was staring at him still, but a little of the strain in his expression seemed to have eased. "I never noticed," Arthur said, his tone more curious than gibing. "You must've done the same thing to me yourself a dozen times since you pulled me out of there. I thought it was just... a thing." "Did I?" He grinned at Arthur and took a step forward. "So you did think of this, before I spilled every last humiliating daydream in front of you?" Merlin thought probably there were at least a few Arthur hadn't got around to mentioning while under the compulsion, but. "This?" "Us." "Frankly, you're a little out of my league." Arthur's face went incredulous. "I can't believe you think so. I think I'm flattered. Answer the question." "Well, not seriously, but I suppose I can say I've pictured it." "Ohh," said Arthur, so infuriatingly knowing. "Shut it! I didn't laugh at you when you were—" "Morgana," Arthur said, quietly but very meaningfully. "Huh?" "I came as soon as I could!" said Morgana, and Merlin whirled to face her. She strode into the courtyard, entirely unconcerned by the streaks the rain was leaving down the skirts of her gown. Arthur walked past him to greet her, eyeing the sword she was still carrying. "You're all right, then, Arthur?" she inquired. "You've a thick enough skull, I'm sure. The Lindsay delegation has agreed to a truce and given us hostages, and we've set up an infirmary in the gallery as the physician's rooms are quite small. Gaius is there now. There weren't so many casualties, but someone had laid a curse on Uther you wouldn't believe! The things he was saying... I wish I could wash my ears out." Merlin and Arthur both stared at her. "What? It's not as though Merlin's going to tell anyone. Are you?" Merlin shook his head, and Arthur looked at him and said, "I trust in Merlin's discretion," a bit pompously. Despite the delivery those words sent a flush happiness through Merlin, compounded by Arthur's gaze dropping deliberately to Merlin's lips before dragging back up, his eyes smug and safe once more. "Lead on, then, my Lady," Arthur said. He cocked an eyebrow at Merlin before sauntering through the archway after Morgana, leaving Merlin scrambling to find the cursed stone in the pebbly mud of the courtyard. He spotted it soon enough by the shine, and crouched, tugging his sleeve over his hand to pick it up (soaking his sleeve, of course). Pulling his neckerchief off to wrap the stone into, he sprinted around the corner and trotted to catch up along the dim main corridor. "Arthur!" At Arthur's shoulder he ducked his head to make himself heard without being overheard. Arthur shot him a sideways glance, his mouth pulling to one side in the smirk that meant he was struggling to conceal real glee, which actually answered the question Merlin had been about to ask. So he asked something else: "Which way is the right way and which way is the annoying way?" "Show you later," Arthur said, then they passed together into the gallery and chaos. If Merlin spent most of the rest of the year completely preoccupied with devising spells to pin a person's wrists, or touch them all over without laying a hand on them, or bypass skin and give pleasure directly to the soul — Arthur was the only one who seemed much to care. |
| 3:42 pm | fic: shur'tugalar rïsa Title: Shur'tugalar Rïsa. Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin, a bit of Arthur/Gwen, and a bit of Gwen/Lancelot. Later on, anyway. Warnings: Violence, dragons, elves, magic. Y'know, fantasy stuff. Spoiler(s): Nope. None at all. Word count: 4216 for this chapter. Rating: PG. At the moment, anyway. Different chapters may change. Summary: AU, based on the Inheritence Cycle books by Christopher Paolini - you don't need to have read them to follow this story, however. Merlin is an elf with blue eyes - rare - who is Rider to a white dragon - also rare. He is broken, and the last hope for training the new Rider when the final free egg hatches. It does hatch, to Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther, King of the nation Surda. The egg hatches for Arthur while visiting the Varden - he picked it up when someone dropped it, and it hatched. Uther hates Riders and doesn't want his son to be one, but Arthur is adament. So he goes back to Du Weldenvarden to be training by Merlin and his dragon, Aravae. They dislike each other from the start. Author's Notes: I utterly adore Christopher Paolini's books, and I've always wanted to write something based on them. I was thinking and thinking and I came up with this. I've loved writing it, and I hope that you enjoy reading it. The title means Dragon Riders Rise in the Ancient Language, the ones used in the books. I couldn't come up with anything I liked in English, so I used that instead. Author's Note II: This is going to be multichaptered, and this is chapter one. I'm not promising fast updates, but there will be some, trust me. I have no idea how long it will be yet. I shall just let my imagination take hold and go with it. "Do not take on an elf until you know what you are letting yourself in for." |
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| 8:45 am | Teulu (4/?) Title: Teulu (4/?) Author: nightchaser_sla Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Merlin/Arthur; OMC/OMC Warnings: modern!au; voyeurism; slight BDSM Disclaimer: Don't own. Summary: "I know that you complete idiot." His voice was silky in anger. "Do you even know who I am?" |
| 6:09 am | How to make it through the week (issue IV)  A fic a day for every time someone else saw the bond between them. Follow the pic for recs. |
| 12:52 am | fic: A Mile In Someone Else’s Shoes A Mile In Someone Else’s Shoes, or, How Merlin Got His Groove Back PG-13 Merlin wakes up one morning to find his magic gone. Arthur wakes up one morning to find that he has magic. 8256 words. A/N: I started this a while ago, so this is set post-S1/pre-S2. Magic is a pain in the ass and he wonders why anyone would ever actually want or enjoy it. |
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| 11:17 pm | Fic: Fridge Communication Title: Fridge Communication Rating: PG Warnings/Spoilers: None Summary: Modern AU in which Merlin and Arthur communicate via magnetic letters on the fridge and reveal some interesting things about their relationship. Notes: This was originally going to be a quick, short, fun little story. Then it ate my brain and I ended up making pictures of magnetic letter messages and writing far more than I intended. Yay? (follow the fake cut to my LJ) |
| 10:29 pm | All Bets Off: Master Post of Chapters  Banner by denija (I luffs her!)Title: All Bets Off: Master Post Author: Lassroyale Rating: R Warning: Everything up to and including Season 2, episode one. just to be safe, angst, probable dub-con and/or sadomasochism Parings: Arthur/Merlin(eventual), Merlin/OMC(dub-con) Disclaimer: The pretty boys don't belong to me - they belong to each other and the BBC of course. Total Word Count: 53,682 Summary: When Arthur is tricked into a bet and loses, too late he realizes that he has just lost the most precious thing to him: Merlin A/N: This was really fun to write for you guys and I am working on a sequel. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed - I hope you stick by me as we continue this tale. LINK TO MASTER POST |