This chapter is basically sex. Consider yourself warned. If I get anyone flaming me, I only have two things to say to you: first, why the hell did you read it? And second, thanks for the laugh. *smirk*
It had been three months, one week, and four days since King Rondin had hurt Arthur's Merlin.
Three months, one week, and four days since Merlin had let Arthur care for him.
Three months, one week, and four days since Arthur and Merlin had given in to their feelings.
Three months, one week, and four days since Merlin had began to sleep in Arthur chambers. Only sleeping though.
Well, there was kissing involved, but it never went any further. Arthur was waiting for Merlin to initiate it, he didn't want to push him. He couldn't. Not after…
Three months, one week, and four days.
Not that Arthur was counting.
The blond groaned inwardly, pacing back and forth in front of his unlit fireplace. He was frustrated with himself, with the thoughts that kept going through his head. He felt guilty, thinking about Merlin like that, especially after what had happened to him.
But he couldn't help it. The boy was just so damn gorgeous!
The little smile he would get any time he caught Arthur staring.
The way his long, graceful fingers looked as he did his chores.
The contrast of his long, dark eyelashes against his pale cheeks whenever he close his eyes.
How the moonlight shimmered off his skin when Arthur stayed up to watch him sleep.
The way his deep blue eyes lit up every time Arthur told him he loved him.
Arthur groaned out loud this time, dropping down into a chair.
Arthur looked up. Leaning against the door was the very person who had occupied his every waking moment in the last three months, one we…
Arthur shook his head, chiding himself for starting up again.
"Arthur?" Merlin walked further into the room. "Is everything alright?"
Arthur stood, meeting Merlin halfway across the room. "Yes, everything is fine."
Merlin eyed him, clearly not believing him.
Arthur sighed. "I was just… thinking about dinner with my father," he lied.
Merlin stared at him a bit longer, before deciding to let it go. "Would you like some help to forget about it?" he asked, biting his lip coyly.
Arthur grinned. "And how would you do that?"
"Like this." Merlin wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, pulling him into a kiss. Arthur's groan this time was not one of frustration. Well, not entirely.
He brushed his tongue across Merlin's bottom lip, grinning into the kiss when Merlin parted his lips. He plundered the boy's mouth with his tongue, tasting every inch.
Slowly, he began to back up to the bed, still holding Merlin close. When he felt the edge, he fell back, pulling Merlin down on top of him. He tugged at Merlin's tunic, yanking it free from the belt. He ran his hands up his back, loving the feel of the warm, smooth skin.
Arthur moved his hands back down, stopping when he reached the waistband of Merlin's pants.
Merlin pulled back with a sigh.
Arthur stared up at him, confused. "What's wrong?"
Blue eyes stared down at him sadly. "Why don't you want me?" Merlin asked in a whisper.
Arthur felt his jaw drop. "What?"
"Every time we get close to something intimate, you draw back. You never take it any farther than kissing. I… understand if you… don't want to, because I'm… dirty. Broken. But then, please, tell me-"
Arthur gently pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. He reached up, wiping a stray tear from Merlin's cheek.
"Merlin, listen to me. You are not dirty." He shook his head as Merlin opened his mouth to speak. "Please, hear me out. You were attacked. You were injured. I have been holding back because I didn't want to force myself on you. I wanted to wait until you were ready. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I didn't want to hurt you."
Merlin gave a watery smile. "Arthur," he breathed, leaning down to kiss him. He pulled back with a smirk. "But I am ready," he assured, rolling his hips down into Arthur's.
Arthur gasped, grinning at the feel of Merlin's growing erection pressed against his thigh. "Well, then, may I offer my most sincerest apologies."
Merlin grinned wickedly, rolling his hips harder. "Shut up and make love to me."
Arthur matched the wicked grin. "I'm the one who gives the orders here, Merlin."
Merlin leaned down, nipping at Arthur's neck. "Sorry," he whispered into his ear. "Shut up and make love to me, my lord."
Arthur growled, heat pooling in his stomach. He flipped them, pushing Merlin further onto the bed and straddling his hips. He tore at his tunic, and Merlin sat up enough to let him yank it off. Arthur's eyes raked his torso. The welts on his chest had heeled, leaving only faint scars. Arthur ran his hands up the spans of skin, pausing to tease the nipples.
Merlin arched into the touch, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut. Arthur smiled, leaning down to draw one of the little buds into his mouth. Merlin gasped, the long fingers that Arthur so loved coming up to clutch the back of his head. He bit down gently before soothing it with his tongue. Slowly, he kissed his way over to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Merlin moaned, his fingers tightening almost painfully in Arthur's hair. "Arthur," he whined. "Please."
Arthur licked a trail up Merlin's chest and neck, to his ear. There he stopped to suck on his earlobe, Merlin tilting his head to grant him better access.
"Arthur," he panted, groaning when Arthur sat back up.
The Prince reached down, unlacing Merlin's trousers. He could feel the boy kicking his boots off. Arthur slithered off the bed as he finished with the laces. He slowly drew the trousers down Merlin's long, pale legs. He licked his lips hungrily at the sight of Merlin's erection.
Arthur leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip of Merlin's length. Merlin gasped, hips jerking slightly. Arthur licked a stripe up the underside of it, before drawing it into his mouth. Merlin's eyes rolled back into his head, and Arthur pressed his hands down on Merlin's hips.
Merlin could barely think. He had never experienced anything like this. Heat was coiling in his gut, all of his limbs tingly with pleasure, his chest aching with want. His hands strayed down, his fingers tangling in blond locks. He loved Arthur's hair. It was soft and just long enough to run his fingers through.
Arthur swirled his tongue around the tip one last time before letting Merlin's length slide from his mouth. He kissed his way up Merlin's body to his mouth, stopping to kiss him deeply. He pulled back, staring down at Merlin. He felt his own erection harden more at the sight of Merlin's lust filled eyes.
Merlin tugged at Arthur's tunic. "I believe you are a tad over dressed, my lord," he said.
Arthur sat back, straddling Merlin's hips. He slowly, teasingly, pulled his tunic off. Merlin's eyes drank in the sight before him, his hands reaching out to run over the quivering muscles of his Prince's chest and stomach. He ran his fingers down until he reached the waistband of Arthur's trousers. He began to unlace them, shyly glancing up at Arthur occasionally.
When he was done, Merlin impatiently pushed at them. Arthur raised himself up, helping Merlin to rid himself of his trousers. As his erection sprang free, Merlin felt a brief flutter of nerves. The Prince was certainly well endowed. He reached out, slowly wrapping his long fingers around him.
Arthur groaned, hips bucking into the contact. Merlin glanced up at him, licking his lips slightly. He gave Arthur's length a few strokes, fascinated as Arthur's eyes rolled back in his head.
Merlin reached up, pulling Arthur down on top of him. He loved the feeling of their naked skin pressed together. "Please, Arthur," he breathed.
Arthur nodded, reaching over and pulling a jar from the drawer in his bedside table. "Anything for you," he told Merlin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Merlin eyed the jar, slightly confused. "What…?"
Arthur followed his line of sight. "Oil," he explained. "So that I don't hurt you. I, uh… asked Gaius," he finished with an uncomfortable cough.
Merlin couldn't hold back a slight laugh. He felt another slight flutter of nerves as Arthur settled between his parted legs. He forced himself to take a deep breath, tilting his head to watch Arthur.
The Prince uncorked the jar, coating his fingers in the oil. He met eyes with Merlin, receiving a slight nod. He circled Merlin's entrance before gently pushing one oil-slicked finger in.
Merlin gasped slightly. It didn't hurt by any means, it was just a sensation he was not yet used to.
Arthur slowly moved his finger around. He had a brief flare of anger as he felt the scars lining Merlin's passage. He gently ran his fingers along them, as if trying to sooth the old wounds. When he could feel Merlin loosen some, he slowly pulled his finger out, coating in with more oil before sliding it back in along with a second finger.
Merlin felt a slight burn with the second finger. He forced himself to relax, smiling slightly at the look of concentration on Arthur's face. "Relax," he chuckled.
Arthur glance up at Merlin, smiling. His fingers found a slight nub, and he assumed he had found another scar. But as Merlin arched up onto the bed, crying out, Arthur hurriedly withdrew his fingers.
"Merlin, I'm sor-"
"Gods, do that again!" cried Merlin.
"W-What?" sputtered Arthur.
Merlin grabbed Arthur's hand, moving his fingers back down to his entrance. "Again. Do that again."
Arthur slide his fingers back in, searching out that spot. When he found it, Merlin's hips bucked, forcing Arthur's fingers in deeper. Arthur slipped in a third finger, stretching Merlin further. He alternated scissoring his fingers with rubbing that spot, until Merlin was writhing and moaning beneath him, pushing back on his fingers.
"Now, Arthur," moaned Merlin. "Please."
Arthur withdrew his fingers, slicking his erection with oil. He settled between Merlin's parted thighs, positioning his tip against Merlin's entrance. He slowly pushed in, groaning as Merlin's tight heat enveloped him. Gently, not too fast, he pushed until he was in to the hilt.
Merlin's eyes closed, his groan a groan of slight pain. He took deep gulps of air, willing back tears. He did not want to scare Arthur and cause him to stop. Merlin wanted this. He needed this.
He needed to erase the memory of that monster. He needed a good experience, an experience of trust and love.
Arthur paused, looking down at his lover. "Are you alright?" he whispered.
Merlin opened his eyes. His heart swelled at the concern in the pale blue gaze. "Yes. Just give me a moment?"
Arthur gently kissed him. "As long as you need," he promised.
Merlin pulled him back for more kisses. They started off soft and sweet, put grew more heated. After a while, Merlin gently rolled his hips up, groaning at the sensation. "Alright. You can move now."
Arthur nodded, kissing him one last time. He slowly pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back in. His and Merlin's moans melded together. Arthur picked up a gentle pace, peppering Merlin's face with kisses. "I love you, Merlin."
Merlin moaned. "I love you too. Move faster."
Arthur chuckled. "As you wish."
He quickened his thrusts, occasionally changing his angle until…
Merlin cried out, arching up into Arthur. Arthur kept that angle, thrusting harder. Merlin wrapped his legs around Arthur's hips, pulling him in deeper.
Merlin was the happiest he had ever been. He felt whole, complete. He never wanted this moment to end. Arthur fit with his as if they were made for each other.
"Two sides of the same coin."
Merlin moaned as he felt Arthur's hand snake between their bodies, grasping Merlin's erection. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He reached up, running his hands up Arthur's back before pulling him down into a bruising kiss.
Arthur groaned as Merlin's tongue explored his mouth. Merlin's hands were cool on the heated skin of his back. His tight channel caressing Arthur's length. He could feel his orgasm drawing nearer, the heat in his stomach roaring to a great fire.
Beneath him, Merlin's breaths were coming out in gasps, his entire body trembling. "Arthur," he panted. "Arthur."
Arthur swooped down, latching onto Merlin's long, graceful neck. His thrusts became erratic, lust clouding his mind.
Merlin cried out as his orgasm tore through him, spilling out onto his and Arthur's stomachs. Arthur moaned into his neck as Merlin's muscles clenched almost painful around his erection. He gave a few more deep thrusts before spilling his own release deep with his loves body.
Arthur collapsed down, managing to spin himself and Merlin at the last second so he wouldn't crush the other.
Merlin nestled into Arthur's chest as the Prince pulled him close. He whimpered slightly as Arthur's softening length slide from his body, suddenly feeling empty. "Thank you," he whispered.
Arthur didn't need to ask what he meant. "Anything for you, my love," he whispered back.
Merlin smiled, his eyes drifting closed. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
The end. Please pick up your belongings on the way out, and have a nice day. :)