Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Arthur/Merlin

Summary: Arthur bets Merlin that he can´t resist temptation. 

Archive: My site only. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: PWP, mangling of Old English, bondage, explicit talk (mentions of cream facials and other hardcore stuff. ) slight spoiler for "Labryinth of Geldref. "

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of BBC and Shine.  The author does not own and is not attempting to make a profit off them. 

Author´s Notes: I have no idea why Merlin became such a sex maniac in this fic.  Guess my muse was randy. I also had no idea that Arthur had such a filthy mouth.  Yeesh.

Merlin yawned and blinked when the sunlight hit his eyes. The birds were starting to chirp outside, which was his cue to leave Arthur´s bed and start doing his chores for the day. When they had started sleeping with each other a month ago, Merlin had been adamant that he didn´t want to get any special treatment. 

Well, except that he didn´t have to muck out the stables any longer. But Merlin was sure that particular duty was inflicted on him because Arthur didn´t take to being called a Royal Ass at all well. If there was one thing Merlin learned from that incident, it was that Arthur could hold quite the grudge. 

Either way, Merlin needed to get up. However, Arthur´s arm was flung across his chest, and a leg was thrown across his stomach, trapping him in place. 

He poked Arthur in the side. "I have to go." 

There was no response other than a soft mumble. Merlin wondered how someone who was trained to kill from birth could be such a heavy sleeper. Surely, that wasn´t a survival trait? If Merlin was an assassin, he could easily murder Arthur in his sleep. Well, he would if he wasn´t completely starkers. 

That, of course, made Merlin wonder if this sort of thing was attempted before. How in the world could you kill someone you had shagged? There wasn´t really anywhere to hide a weapon...

Actually, there probably was, but he couldn´t quite fathom how you could hide a knife in your bum without causing yourself some serious injury. And if you were the one being fucked, that would certainly make things very awkward...

Arthur abruptly pinched Merlin´s side, which caused him to yelp out loud. "If you don´t stop that right now, I´m sending you to the stocks," Arthur muttered into his pillow. 

"I didn´t realize it was a crime to think, *sire*." Arthur could be such a prat sometimes. 

Arthur didn´t turn his head, but he let out such a long suffering sigh that Merlin was sure that a huge eyeroll was accompanying it. "Merlin, whenever you think, you start fidgeting, which keeps me dreadfully awake." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"It´s my training, you idiot. I´m a light sleeper - anything that I think is an attack wakes me up." 

"That´s bollocks - you wouldn´t wake up if a gryphon crashed through the window."  And because Arthur was being a prat again, Merlin grabbed his pillow and whacked his lover in the head with it. 

He figured that starting a good pillow fight would be a splendid way to distract Arthur, because getting the adrenaline flowing always led to sex. However, Arthur didn´t follow the Standard Rules of Pillow Fight Engagement - he flipped Merlin over in a twinkling and then pounced on top, leaning down so that his full weight was on Merlin´s back. 

Arthur´s lips brushed Merlin´s ear. "For your information, you can sleep in a bit more today. I only have to greet a delegation from the eastern lands, and they aren´t due until the afternoon... are you listening to me?" 

As usual for the morning, Arthur´s cock was as stiff as a washboard, and Merlin couldn´t help rotating his hips so that it would graze the cleft of his arse. He was sort of aware that Arthur was talking to him, but it sounded like a faint buzz in the distance. He was losing himself in the feel of Arthur´s hard prick rubbing against his skin, and he was tempted to change the angle just a bit, so that solid length could slide into him again. 

He heard a noise that sounded like Arthur was getting cross, so Merlin decided that a distraction was best. He arched back and let out a breathy, decadent moan while he ran his tongue over his lips. 

He whinged at first when he felt Arthur sliding off of him, but then he felt those strong, broad hands prying his cheeks apart. 

"Oh yes..." he moaned in anticipation. When a puff of hot air caressed his entrance, Merlin shivered all over. 

Seconds later, Arthur´s tongue began to circle around his hole, teasing the sensitive flesh with hot, wet licks. Merlin groaned into the pillow while each swipe caused shocks to jolt his body. He loved it when Arthur did this, the flickers of that talented bringing him to aching hardness within the blink of an eye. He tried to push his hips back so that he could grind into Arthur´s face, but he was held down too well. 

Desire spiked through Merlin´s body when Arthur pushed his tongue in and he let out a loud whimper. It was maddening -- the scorching heat and slickness driving into him was bringing him quickly to the edge; he wanted to respond, to rub his dripping prick against Arthur´s own, but Arthur wouldn´t let him. 

His breath started hitching and he knew he was close. Arthur released him and Merlin flipped over. He mumbled a quick spell to slick up his arse, and spread his legs as fast as he could manage. 

He was prepared for Arthur to push his knees into his ears before fucking him silly. He wasn´t prepared for Arthur to stop and sit back on his haunches. 

"I wasn´t done yet!"  He flipped over so that he could properly glare at Arthur. 

Arthur´s lips curled into that sly, arrogant smile of his. "I wanted to get your attention because I thought you´d fancy a little wager." 

"Have you gone potty? You left me hanging!"  Merlin reached back for another pillow, but Arthur pressed against him and began nibbling at the long column of his throat. 

"Even if it."  Arthur said between nips. "Involves. sex?" 

Well. That was different. Merlin was beginning to think that Arthur had a fantastic idea after all, especially when he sucked on his neck that way...

"Merlin, are you listening to me?"  "Uh yeah... Hurry up and tell me, or else I´ll curse you with ... something magic-y."  He wanted to make the threat sound worse, but he was aching to be shagged, and there was really no blood left in his head to string long sentences together. 

His head cleared a bit when Arthur looked at him as if he was a complete idiot. He always hated that, which is why Arthur did it so often. "My point exactly. Your problem, Merlin, is that you lack discipline. Not that I blame you -- I am irresistible, after all." 

He squashed down the impulse to summon a bucket of water and dump it on Arthur´s head because that would prove the Royal Prat right. "And you´re full of rubbish. Do you know how much concentration it requires for me to cast spells?" 

"I don´t see you concentrating now."  Arthur delicately slid a finger along the underside of Merlin´s cock to illustrate his point. 

Merlin´s bit down on his lip to keep from shuddering. "That´s because I´m not trying. I´m normally better than this, thank you very much." 

Another one of those smug grins touched Arthur´s lips. "Really? All I have to do is tease you a bit and you can´t get me into bed fast enough." 

Merlin gave Arthur his dirtiest glare. "I do not." 

"If I put a coin in a jar for every time you´ve pushed me into an alcove or the hayloft so I could bugger you, I´d bankrupt the kingdom." 

Heat rose in Merlin´s cheeks - come to think of it, he did grope Arthur in the hallway every ten steps after the feast last night. And he didn´t even wait until the door to Arthur´s chambers was shut before he dropped to his knees. 

But it was all Arthur´s fault - he kept caressing the inside of Merlin´s wrist whenever he wanted his cup refilled. And he kept playing with the stem of his wineglass in a suggestive fashion... and he kept asking for more wine in that husky voice of his...

Right. Maybe he was a little susceptible to Arthur´s charms. But just a little. "And what does this have to do with the wager? You haven´t said a thing yet, you ass." 

Arthur snorted and kissed Merlin on the lips. "I´ll continue what I started... but you lose when you ask me to fuck you." 

"And what happens when I lose?" 

An evil glint sparkled in Arthur´s eyes. "You have to strip naked and service me for an entire day in my chambers." 

A small part of Merlin was almost tempted to forfeit right then and there, because that sounded like a fantastic idea. However, Arthur had annoyed him by that priggish statement that he was weak-willed, and he was determined to prove his pig-headed lover wrong. "Hold on, I´m not agreeing to anything until you have a way to lose. Otherwise, it´s hardly fair." 

"Fine, if I break and take you first, I´ll service *you* for an entire day." 

The idea of Arthur doing whatever Merlin could come up with sent a pulse of lust through him. Arthur rarely bottomed, but when he did, Merlin was always exhausted and sore for days afterward. Arthur, for all of his prattishness, was quite creative. "You´re on." 

"Good. You can start by tying yourself up. Your favorite position, please. And don´t you dare try to get loose until we´re done." 

Merlin´s throat went dry. Arthur knew that being restrained was one of his weak spots; so, of course, he decided that it would be the ideal spell. 

"You´re a complete bastard, you know that?"  He was tempted to tie Arthur up with his magic and hang him from the ceiling of Morgana´s room instead, but he was determined to see this bet through. "I´m already hard enough to drill a hole in the mattress -- you should at least be in the same state." 

"Merlin, I´ve told you all the rules you need to know. Do it or you forfeit our bet." 

"I think you just made that up!" 

"Merlin..." Arthur said. He cocked an eyebrow up and the tone of his voice was growing impatient. 

"Fine, you cheater," Merlin grumbled under his breath. "Ancorbendum ásælaþ."

Long ropes snaked out from each of the four corners of the bed and knotted themselves around Merlin´s wrists and ankles. Once he was bound, they went taut, suspending Merlin above the mattress. 

This was so unfair - there were many things they did together, but getting shagged like this was one of his favorites. He was completely helpless in this position -- spread eagled and open, unable to do anything while Arthur slaked his desires however he pleased. The mere thought caused Merlin´s raging erection to start leaking. 

He noticed that Arthur had left the bed to retrieve the pot of oil they used last night. Instead of immediately slicking his cock, though, he used one finger to tease his nipple, circling around until the dusky flesh drew into a peak. He looked right into Merlin´s eyes while he did this, and dark hunger simmering in his gaze set Merlin´s blood on fire. 

Merlin thrashed against his bonds and cursed, but Arthur didn´t pay him any heed. Instead, Arthur´s fingers drifted down over his stomach in a languid fashion. The trail left by the oil highlighted his rippling muscles, making them gleam in the morning sunlight. 

When his fingers descended lower, they danced over the length of his erection. Arthur was fully hard, and Merlin couldn´t tear his eyes away from the purpled skin stretching over the head of the engorged shaft. 

"Is something the matter, Merlin?" 

"No," Merlin replied. This was rapidly turning pear-shaped - Arthur´s voice always made Merlin so weak in the knees that he would drop things, but it was deeper and sleep roughened this morning. Each word now caressed his ears and made him shiver down to his core. 

"Oh, really?"  Arthur made sure to drawl out every syllable, which caused Merlin to tremble. 

He tried not to watch Arthur while he climbed onto the mattress. He definitely would not think about the way the oil made it look like Arthur had rubbed Merlin´s come into his skin, or how Arthur´s tousled hair got into that state because the relentless thrusts of his cock drove Merlin so insane that he was clawing at Arthur´s hair...

He groaned under his breath - he was doomed at this rate. Maybe he could rally his scattered brain back if he tried to think of something else. He tried to think the worst of his duties, Arthur´s dirty laundry, the bugs they had to eat during the famine...

He calmed down a bit and wondered what Arthur was going to do next. Probably tease his arse next - he was suspended at crotch height, assuming that Arthur was kneeling on the bed. 

To Merlin´s surprise, Arthur remained standing and then shifted around until his legs were straddling either side of Merlin´s chest. While Merlin was still puzzling this out, Arthur reached down and wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft. 

Whatever coherent thoughts Merlin had just evaporated at that moment. His tongue flickered over his lips while Arthur pumped his fist. Arthur´s erection was positioned scant inches above Merlin´s face, and he looked down at Merlin with a half-lidded gaze. 

Merlin groaned and thrashed in the air, trying to stretch his neck so that he could just get a taste of the musky flesh. Arthur was pushing all of his buttons - he couldn´t watch something as sexy as that and not touch, but Arthur hovered just out of his reach, squeezing and stroking his cock until a bead of fluid welled out. 

It dripped down, and Merlin quickly caught it with his tongue. He rolled it around his mouth and savored it as if it was the finest wine. He was trembling now while he looked at Arthur, whose gaze was simmering with barely checked lust. He continued to milk his shaft, coaxing out more drops of fluid that Merlin eagerly captured on his tongue. 

"You´re dying for a taste of my cock, aren´t you?"  Arthur purred. "You want me to fuck your mouth while you´re tied up like this, just like the whore you are." 

Merlin fought against the ropes and sobbed out a curse when his attempts to move were foiled. His brain was going to melt into slag at this rate. "Fuck..."

"Oh yes. I should bend you over the table, and prop your leg up on the edge so that I can see my prick going into you. I can just see it - your tight, pink hole stretching around me while I pound in..."

Arthur bent a little at the knees, at this point, so that he could run his dick along Merlin´s lips, painting them with his pre-come. Merlin panted and opened his mouth to suck Arthur down, but his lips closed on nothing but empty air because Arthur had pulled back. 

"Damn you," Merlin hissed. He played right into Arthur´s hands, and now the slightest breeze was causing small shocks of pleasure to jolt his system. He didn´t know how much more he could take. 

"You know what I want," Arthur said. He ran his thumb along Merlin´s bottom lip. "Beg me." 

"No," Merlin gasped. He dug his fingernails into his palms, hoping the pain would distract him. To his dismay it had no effect - he still hungered for Arthur´s touch, craved it like he would die if he didn´t have any contact. 

Arthur reached behind him and ran a finger around Merlin´s nipple. "All you have to do is say it," he said in a husky voice. "Beg me to shag you and I´ll give you what you crave - I´ll slam my prick into you, fuck you so hard that you´ll taste me in your throat." 

Control, Merlin told himself. Although control was hard when he felt like he had stepped into a furnace. He wanted Arthur so badly that every inch of him was screaming for something, anything. 

Arthur circled around and resettled himself so that he was between Merlin´s spread legs. "Or perhaps," he said before he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue over the twitching head of Merlin´s erection, "I should have you crawl around my quarters on all fours, wearing nothing but a dog collar and a leash, so I can pull you close and feed you my cock...let you suck me off, and then I´ll come on your face." 

He must have made a plaintive noise because Arthur grinned at him before blowing hot air on his oversensitive erection. "And I know you´d be so eager for it - you´d try to catch what you could on your tongue while I coat those lovely cheeks. I could leave you like that afterward, with my mark on you all day." 

Merlin choked off a whimper and tried to push his throbbing prick between Arthur´s lips. His resistance was crumbling away like so much dust and he was going to explode if Arthur didn´t get inside of him *now*. Just before he could open his mouth, though, he wrestled himself back from the edge. 

What little sanity he had was scattering to the four corners of the kingdom when Arthur pushed two fingers into his still slick hole. "Or...perhaps I´ll just fuck you all day, fill you up with so much of my come that you´ll be overflowing." 

Merlin writhed as a flashfire of lust surged through him. "God, Arthur..."

"I should make you serve me afterward...have you walk around while it drips out your hole and runs down your thighs."  He twisted his fingers and brushed that spot again, causing a shockwave of pleasure to course through Merlin´s body. 

Merlin writhed as Arthur continued to stroke that little nub of flesh, rapidly shattering his tenuous hold on his paper thin control. 

"Say it," Arthur growled, before he added in a third finger. 

Merlin choked back a ragged gasp. He couldn´t hold out any longer - he was going to surrender soon. In desperation, he tried to figure out something, anything that would help him... he couldn´t let that cheater Arthur win...

And then it hit him. "Arthur..." Merlin gasped in a broken voice. 

"Yes?"  Arthur was grinning in triumph. 

"Efengedæle mín synnluste mid Arthur." 

A red glow suffused Arthur, letting him feel the need that burned like wildfire through Merlin´s veins. All of the frustration, the hunger that threatened to consume Merlin, was being experienced by Arthur as well. 

Arthur cried out and his entire body went as stiff as a bowstring. When he opened his eyes, they burned with a deep seated, primal lust. He immediately yanked his fingers out and slammed his straining prick into Merlin with a guttural snarl. 

Merlin convulsed and wailed loud enough to shake the walls. Lights danced in front of his eyes while Arthur pounded away without any finesse. The ropes creaked while Arthur´s sharp thrusts caused his bollocks to slap against Merlin´s arse. 

"Damn you, take my cock! Take it!"  Arthur snarled. He dug his fingers into Merlin´s hips, hard enough to leave bruises. 

Merlin didn´t even try to tell Arthur to be more gentle. He had been on the edge for too long. He let go of the raging desire that he had kept in check, climbing higher and higher until reality shattered around him in pieces. 

"Yes! God, Arthur!"  he wailed. 

In the distance, he heard a ragged cry above him and he realized that his spiraling orgasm must have hit Arthur, too. Before he lost his hold on consciousness, he saw Arthur abruptly slamming forward one last time and climaxing for what seemed like an eternity, screaming out Merlin´s name until his voice was raw. That was the last thing he saw before he faded out. 

Merlin floated for a long while, but he finally drifted back to reality. Arthur had passed out; they were still joined, and the top half of his body was flopped on top of Merlin. 

Merlin shifted a bit, and moaned when he felt the wetness trickling out of his hole. His arms were beginning to ache, though, and the heavy weight on his chest wasn´t helping matters any. 

"Oi! I can´t stay like this forever."  When there was no movement in response, Merlin gazed at a pillow and tossed it at Arthur´s thick skull. 

Arthur stirred with a pained groan and tried to focus on Merlin´s face. His eyes looked glazed over, and it looked as if he couldn´t quite figure out where he was. 

"Will you *please* grab my waist?" 

Arthur gazed at him with a confused look. Merlin sighed out loud. "Listen, you dim-witted prat, I need to get loose, but I don´t have the energy to levitate. I need you to hold onto me." 

That seemed to get through and Arthur struggled to wrap his arms around Merlin. Once he was sure that Arthur had a firm grip, he dismissed the spell, and they landed in a messy heap on the bed. Merlin winced when Arthur pulled away, since the fluid painting his stomach and chest had grown sticky. 

It took a long while before Arthur was coherent enough to speak again. "You.. are despicable. The very worst," he grumbled. "I should have you flogged." 

"Don´t be a sore loser. You didn´t say that I couldn´t use magic."  Merlin´s cheeks were aching from grinning so much. Arthur was adorable when he pouted. "And you started things off by cheating." 

"Why do I ever put up with you?"  Arthur said. "You must be the worst bed warmer I´ve ever had." 

Merlin wasn´t fooled - he could see the fondness in Arthur´s eyes while he spoke. He cupped Arthur´s face in his hands and pressed their lips together, letting his kiss express the depth of his feelings. 

Of course, he *was* still looking forward to seeing Arthur wearing nothing but a dog collar and a leash tomorrow. 

THE END