Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Arthur/Merlin

Summary: It was all Arthur´s fault. ..

Archive: My site.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: PWP, Knifeplay, post-coital rimming.  Spoilers for "The Labyrinth 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.  preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: This was written for a meme in the kinkme_merlin community on LJ.  Posted Jun.  28, 2009

It was all Arthur´s fault. 

No really, if he hadn´t nicked some of the best wine from Uther´s stores, he wouldn´t have brought it to his room. And he wouldn´t have insisted on bullying Merlin into sharing some. 

Of course, his Royal Prat-ness had decided to reveal a vital piece of information only after Merlin had drunk a full goblet of the stuff. Namely, that the wine was a special vintage from Mercia - one that was much more potent that any other alcohol in Camelot. 

And of course, Arthur hadn´t bothered to say this until Merlin had oozed out of his chair and slid down to the floor. Merlin couldn´t bring himself to mind too much -- he was quite warm now, and sitting up made the room spin. It was much more comfortable to lie on his back and watch the rafters sway in a gentle motion. 

"You really can´t hold your drink, can you?"  Arthur, the smug prig, was looking utterly sober despite having downed almost thrice the amount that Merlin had. Merlin shouldn´t have been surprised, it wasn´t as if there was much in Arthur´s head for any alcohol to fuddle with. 

"You´re an ass," Merlin replied. 

"And you´re the worst manservant ever. You should be here refilling my cup."  He poured himself some more wine and raised his goblet to Merlin before he drained it. 

"You could have warned me, you know." 

Merlin really hated it when Arthur left out important things like that. Because now that he was prone on the floor, he had a fantastic view of Arthur´s legs in those skintight brown trousers. Merlin loved that bit of clothing -- after the second encounter in the forest with Anhora, he had to pop his eyes back into their sockets when he found Arthur. He really wanted nothing better to do than to sink his teeth into that perfect, round bottom. 

"A perfect bottom? Why Merlin... I had no idea you had such good taste." 

Oh shite. He had said that aloud. "Um..."

"It´s all right," Arthur replied. 

Merlin sucked in a quick breath, because Arthur was speaking in *that* voice -- the one where it sounded like he was rolling every syllable in a decadent fashion over his tongue before he purred it out. Merlin´s breeches were suddenly tight, and Arthur didn´t help matters any when slid down to the floor with a panther´s grace and began to crawl on all fours towards him. 

Merlin´s throat went dry. He could see the way Arthur´s muscles rippled underneath his red shirt, and he had a hungry, predatory glint in his eyes. The smart thing would be to roll to his feet and go back to his room. 

He tried to do just that, but all he managed to do was flail about in an uncoordinated mess of arms and legs. A split second later, Arthur pounced on him and pinned his arms above his head. 

"Is something the matter, Merlin?"  Arthur asked, and the way he said Merlin´s name never sounded like such pure filth before. 

"N-no..." Arthur´s lower half was pressed against his own, and he tried to will his rapidly hardening erection down. That thought went out the window when Arthur rolled his hips and rubbed his hard cock against Merlin´s. 

Heat washed through Merlin´s body like a tidal wave and he couldn´t hold back his moans. He tried to move and get more contact, but Arthur kept him pinned in place. All he could do was lie there and let Arthur grind against him, stoking his desire. 

Merlin was jolted out of his haze by the whisper of steel and he opened his heavy lidded eyes. He made a nervous swallow when he saw that Arthur had drawn the hunting knife that he kept hidden in his boot. 

Arthur had locked gazes with him, and there was a note of inquiry in his blue eyes. Merlin bit his lip and nodded, answering Arthur´s silent question. 

He was putting his utter trust in Arthur -- he was too many sheets to the wind to properly cast a spell if anything should go wrong. The knowledge of the danger that he had agreed to sent a thrill surging through Merlin´s body. 

His breath was coming out in shallow pants as he watched Arthur place the blade with deliberate slowness underneath the hem of Merlin´s worn shirt. He watched as the knife moved up the center, cutting through the material with ease. His heart thudded faster while he watched the cloth part, knowing that the knife was a hair´s breadth away from his flesh. 

Arthur stopped somewhere around Merlin´s ribs and grabbed the ragged edge of the slice in the cloth with his free hand. His muscles bulged when he yanked hard, which tore the muslin open and bared Merlin´s chest. 

"Beautiful," Arthur murmured while he raked his gaze over Merlin´s pale flesh. 

Merlin blushed, but his embarrassment disappeared when the very tip of the blade touched his skin above the navel and traveled up with the lightest of pressure. Red marks decorated Merlin´s pale torso, and the blade left tingles in its wake. His heart hammered in his chest, and his breath was escaping in short little puffs. 

Merlin had seen Arthur hunt with this knife, and he knew that it would just take one careless slip to injure him. He told himself that Arthur would never hurt him, never lose a bit of that iron control. 

He tried to remain still while Arthur dragged the knife up over his ribs, but the light scratching was driving him mad. He sucked in another breath when the cold steel started moving in lazy circles around his nipple, causing gooseflesh where it grazed over his sensitive skin. 

Merlin´s head was spinning from the adrenaline flooding through his system, and he became very aware of how vulnerable he was right now. 

Vulnerable, and utterly safe. That knowledge turned the into small jolts that made his entire body tingle. The tingles blossomed into spikes of pleasure, causing the blood to rush south and fill his cock. Merlin´s erection swelled so much that he felt like it was going to punch a hole in his breeches. 

Arthur must have noticed, because he shifted his weight so that he could push the knife underneath the left side of the waistband of Merlin´s trousers. A knee nudged his legs apart slightly, and then Arthur dragged the knife down. 

Merlin sucked in a deep breath, listening to the blood thunder in his ears as the blade traveled past his bollocks and then moved to the right. It grazed his inner thigh while Arthur continued to cut the material, not stopping until he had cut a flap out of the front of Merlin´s trousers. 

The material was pushed aside, baring Merlin´s crotch and allowing his erection to spring free. He ached so much now, and he wanted Arthur to do something, anything; his wish was granted when Arthur placed the knife along the side of his bollocks. 

He pushed down the fear that instinctively popped into his mind. His heart was hammering out of control, but he knew that he was safe. He never took his eyes off the knife while the blade ran down the tender skin and up the other side, steel kissing the all-too vulnerable sacs in a touch as intimate as if Arthur´s lips were performing the act. 

Merlin felt like he was going to burst, and he bit his lip until it drew blood. He was dying -- he dearly wanted to give into the demands of his body and clutch Arthur to him while he pressed their throbbing erections together, but that was impossible. 

When Arthur reached the other side, he touched the knife to the underside of Merlin´s cock. Their gazes met again, and the look in Arthur´s eyes reminded Merlin of another time, when they were sitting at a table by the seashore with two goblets between them. The time when Arthur showed his true feelings for Merlin. He touched the back of his knuckles to Arthur´s cheek, signifying to Arthur that he had his complete trust. 

A small part of Merlin´s brain still cried out in alarm when the blade drifted upward, grazing the tender skin of his erection. He paid it no mind - he had said that he trusted Arthur with his life, and he was determined to prove it. 

He ignored the blood thundering in his ears, the prickling of his skin, and the rapid pulse of his heart. He kept his focus on the knife, watching it with fascination. 

He sucked in a hasty breath when Arthur paused just underneath the tip of his shaft and captured some of the leaking fluid. When Arthur pulled the knife away, a thin thread stretched out from Merlin´s cock to the blade, joining the two. 

"Look at me," Arthur purred. 

Merlin complied, and his prick twitched when he saw Arthur´s tongue snake out to lap up the pre-come with slow, deliberate swipes. He had never seen a more erotic sight, and he felt like he was going to burst if he didn´t come *now*. 

"Please..." he moaned. 

Arthur released Merlin´s wrists long enough to tug off the remains of his breeches. Arthur then unlaced his own trousers and retrieved a pot of oil that he used to polish his swords. 

He dipped his fingers in the slick fluid, and then his hand slid down, nudging at Merlin´s entrance. Merlin tilted his hips and he cried out when Arthur pressed two fingers into him. It wasn´t enough -- he began to push down, trying to get more contact; and when Arthur removed his fingers, Merlin whinged for all he was worth. 

"Impatient as always," Arthur said. Merlin was about to retort, but heat suffused his body again when Arthur pressed the tip of his hard shaft against Merlin´s entrance. 

He tried to groan, but his mouth was captured in a punishing kiss. Seconds later, Arthur slammed in, burying himself to the hilt, his mouth swallowing Merlin´s muffled scream. When Arthur came up for breath, he resumed his grip on Merlin´s wrists, and used his free hand to pin Merlin´s leg open. 

Merlin was about to complain, but Arthur killed any protests by rotating his hips, which caused him to brush against that area which sent a sweet ache pulsing through Merlin. "More," Merlin gasped out. 

Arthur obliged and began to move, filling Merlin over and over again. His face was flushed and his eyes burned fever-bright with desire. He couldn´t have looked more beautiful, and Merlin felt a similar inferno catch fire in his blood. 

He wanted to grind down and meet each of Arthur´s urgent thrusts, but that unyielding grip kept him immobilized. Merlin felt utterly helpless now, unable to do anything but surrender to Arthur´s whims. Mewls escaped his lips as Arthur pounded into him, hitting his sweet spot without fail. 

"Harder! I need more of your cock!"  Merlin cried out. He was too keyed up, he couldn´t take it slow now if he wanted to. He needed this, to take everything Arthur could give him without quarter. 

"Whore," Arthur growled. 

"Your whore, *sire*." Merlin rolled the last word on his tongue. 

Arthur´s eyes darkened and he slammed in again, causing lightning-like jolts to pulse through every inch of his being. The sounds of their flesh slapping together filled Arthur´s chambers, as did Merlin´s broken sobs and pleas. Arthur´s grip on Merlin´s leg eased, and Merlin wasted no time in wrapping his legs around Arthur´s waist. He then tightened his internal muscles as much as he could, clamping down on Arthur´s swollen cock. 

"Oh God, Merlin!"  Arthur cried out before he pushed in one final time and his entire body went taut. 

Merlin gasped at the sight - Arthur´s head was tilted back; his tongue flickered over his slightly parted, full lips; and the fringe of his blond hair was plastered with sweat to his forehead. He memorized every detail while hot fluid splashed inside of him. 

Eventually, Arthur slumped down and Merlin glared when he didn´t move for several minutes. He dug his heel into Arthur´s back and said, "And you say that *my* manners are terrible. You could at least give me a wank." 

There was no response, so Merlin pouted and poked Arthur in the side. After what seemed like an eternity, Arthur´s broad back shifted, and he pulled out. 

Merlin whimpered a little when the fullness left his arse and he felt Arthur´s release beginning to dribble out of him. The empty feeling didn´t last for long, though, since Arthur immediately slid down and pried Merlin´s cheeks apart. 

Merlin was stunned. ~No... he couldn´t possibly...~ that thought exploded into a million lights when Arthur´s hot tongue stabbed into his still wet hole. Merlin screamed and Arthur had to hold his arching body down to keep him from launching into the air. He writhed while Arthur lapped at his sensitized flesh, babbling out a mix of obscenities and Arthur´s name. 

When Arthur wrapped a hand around Merlin´s cock, he stabbed his tongue in as deep as it could go at the same time. Merlin immediately went over the edge, and his prick jumped in Arthur´s hand while he painted his chest with long, white ropes of fluid. 

He was still drifting in bliss when he felt Arthur lifting his upper half off the floor to facilitate the removal of the rest of his tattered shirt. Instead of letting him back down, though, Arthur paused and stroked his fingers with the lightest of touches along Merlin´s spine. 

"The skin´s a bit red. Are you all right?"  Merlin´s eyes fluttered open and he almost melted when he saw the concern in Arthur´s blue gaze. 

"I´m fine... I used to sleep on the floor, remember? But next time, we should do this on the rug." 

"Next time?"  Arthur´s expression turned into a cheeky grin. 

Merlin reached up and wound his arms around Arthur´s neck. "Oh definitely. I´m interested in seeing what you can do with your royal sword, too." 

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