A/N- Lol, I dunno. This takes place after Arthur and Merlin have had the 'relations' a couple of times. I suppose this can take place any time other than that. Just, that episode with the troll didn't happen. * shutter * I dunno how old Merlin is supposed to be, but Arthur is like 20 or 21, and Merlin is supposedly 'the same age', so let's make him 20.
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For The King
It was getting dark as Merlin returned to Arthur's room with the bucket of water. Merlin really didn't know why the prince always wanted a bucket of water, but he was always getting one, it seemed.
Arthur was sitting in his chair with his booted feet up on the table, looking blankly at the opposite wall. He didn't even seem to notice Merlin come in, so the wizard thumped the bucket down on the table. A good amount of water swished out, and Arthur started up and almost fell backwards, but thankfully the chair was too heavy for that.
"Dammit Merlin! You scared me half to death!" Arthur growled, standing up quickly and glaring at Merlin. The wizard held up his hands.
"Sorry! I was just trying to get your attention! You looked like you were actually thinking," Merlin said, and couldn't help grinning. Arthur didn't seem to get the jest, however, for he brightened without commenting.
"I was thinking! You know how father sentenced those three men to death because he thought that they were responsible for using magic to spoil the grain stores?" Merlin nodded, retrieving a cloth to mop up the water he'd spilled. Arthur's grin widened. "Well, they're due to be executed in the morning-"
"You sure seem happy about that..." Merlin muttered, glancing sideways at Arthur.
"No, no, no. You didn't let me finish, stupid," Arthur sighed. "Well, I've come up with a plan to get my father to change his mind and let them go. You and I both know that they didn't do it."
Merlin straightened from the table. "You... came up with a plan? All by yourself?" Arthur only smirked, walking slowly around to stand behind Merlin. He ran a hand across Merlin's small shoulder and down his back. Merlin leaned into the touch.
"I did. And we can probably use this plan each time my father makes a bad judgment call, and get him to change his mind," Arthur said, leaning closer and whispering in Merlin's ear. Arthur ran his hands down Merlin's sides.
"What...ngh, could you possibly have planned that can work on Uther more than... once?" Merlin breathed. While Arthur had already been at least a little experienced when they'd first gotten together, this was all still new to Merlin each time. Arthur knew just the right places to touch.
"Sex," Arthur whispered.
"Y-yes, please..." Merlin whispered back, but then felt Arthur's hands stop moving. Merlin was spun around to find a frowning Arthur. His eyes widened.
"W-what?" Merlin asked.
"Not sex for you, you dolt! My father!"
Merlin blinked. And blinked again.
"You're going to ….get someone to have sex with your father?" Merlin asked tenderly. He had an inkling of what Arthur might be thinking, and he was not liking where this was going.
"Yes. Us!"
It took Merlin a moment to compose himself and to answer. First, Arthur looked far too happy about this, so this had Merlin worried. Second, Merlin had half expected Arthur to say 'you'. Merlin was still a servant after all. He couldn't really deny the prince if he told him to go have sex with the king, even if they had a personal relationship. And last-
"Us? What do you mean? Both of us? A-at the same time?" Merlin asked, eyes large and imploring. Arthur nodded.
"Yes, both of us. I'll have to... " Arthur blushed, but forged ahead. "I'll have to take the place you're usually in... you know...with...him..." Arthur stared at the ground for a second, and Merlin blushed as well. His place; the bottom.
"Okay, but where does that leave me?"
Arthur's embarrassment turned to something else instantly. "Oh, you'll still have your usual place, too" he smirked, raising his brows. Merlin blushed a deeper shade of red and thought quickly about diverting the conversation.
"But... you're his son, and you want to...?"
"Merlin, you must really not know anything. Especially about royal families. We have sex with each other and marry each other all the time. It's how we keep our bloodline going, or something," Arthur said, sitting back down in his chair. Exasperated, Merlin sat opposite him at the table.
"That may be true... but that's usually cousins. This is father and son. Does that ever happen?"
Arthur considered a moment. "I'm sure it does. Father and daughter happens all the time, anyway. It's practically the same thing."
"But...even father and daughter is different! Trysts in the family usually involve people of the opposite gender, don't they?" Merlin persisted. Truth be told, he was scared. He'd only had sex with Arthur twice before, and now he was asking this of him. What if Merlin messed up somehow? He knew Uther, and he knew that messing up something like this could be, well, deadly.
Arthur waved his hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter the gender. It's bad enough anyway, right?" he said with a grin.
Merlin muttered under his breath. "But... you want both of us... at the same time?" he asked again.
Arthur leaned back, relaxed again. He'd come to definite conclusion in the course of this conversation, spurred on by Merlin. "Yes. I've seen my father look at you with lust in his eyes more than a few times," Arthur said. Merlin spluttered.
"And you've never told me?" he cried. "And you... don't care? Another man has eyes on your... other, and you don't seem to care at all!" Merlin said, suddenly angry.
This was stupid, a stupid plan from a stupid prince, and now Merlin had learned that the king had been considering him in that manner, and Arthur didn't even care!
"Of course I care! Why do you think I haven't said anything? There's no way I can tell my father to stop looking at you like that! He's the KING! He never listens to ANYONE!" Arthur fumed, getting back up to his feet. Merlin got up as well, and they got in each other's faces.
"I can't... I can't... I don't have..." Arthur stopped, at a loss for words.
"You can't tell him to stop because he doesn't know about us, and that would be the only reason you'd ever say anything to him about it. I get it," Merlin grumbled, pausing for a moment before continuing. "This is the most ridiculous plan I've ever heard! Sure, sex can work wonders for getting someone to do something for you I suppose, but this is STUPID! This is the KING! Never mind that he's your father! You can just go do it yourself!" Merlin shouted, and spun on his heel to leave Arthur's room, but the prince grabbed his arm and yanked him around. Powerless in the strong grip, Merlin refused to meet Arthur's gaze.
"Merlin, look. I'm... I'm sorry. It's just that, I've considered every other option for saving these men, and I can't think of anything else. If we give something to my father that he hasn't had for twenty years, I know that he'll change his mind. And Merlin, I... I need you to be with me. I can't do it alone..." Arthur released his grip on Merlin's arm, but Merlin caught his hand as it fell away. He twined their fingers together and turned to Arthur. He could feel him trembling.
"I know you want to have them freed. I do as much as you, but … is this really the correct way to go about convincing your father?" Merlin said. Arthur pulled the smaller male against him, kissing him briefly before holding him just far enough away so their eyes could meet.
"You haven't seen him as I have, Merlin. He's been so lonely these past years. He hasn't taken another bride for a reason, you know. Me. He already has an heir, so he doesn't think he needs to make himself happy again if the ends are already met," Arthur got a despondent, sad look about him. "You didn't see him after I had been cured the time the Questing Beast bit me. He cried, Merlin." They lapsed into silence for a few moments, and Merlin held onto Arthur tightly.
"I've caused him so much pain, Merlin. Mother died because of me, and every time I'm close to death myself father goes to pieces. Everyone tells me he weeps over my bedside, and he doesn't care if anyone sees. He told me-" Arthur choked, and Merlin felt a few tears fall onto his face. He looked up to see Arthur staring blankly ahead again.
"He told me that I'm worth more to him than Camelot and his own life. I've done nothing but disagree with him and argue with him and cause him strife all my life, yet he still-" Arthur seemed too overcome at this point to continue. Merlin could only hold him, hoping he took some comfort in his arms.
Presently Arthur calmed and extricated himself from Merlin. He wandered to the windows, gazing out without seeing before plopping down on his bed. He took a deep breath as Merlin came around to lean against a bedpost.
Arthur turned to him with a brief smile. "I understand you not wanting to help me with this. It's too much to ask of you, I'm sorry."
Merlin wanted to say, yes, this was too much to ask, but after that spiel and Arthur shedding tears over the matter, Merlin had no choice but to agree or look like a complete ass forever. He sat next to the prince.
"I'll help you... though I don't know if this will go exactly as planned-" Merlin didn't get to finish his pessimistic thought as he was tumbled onto the bed with Arthur landing on top of him.
"Thank you, Merlin," Arthur said, grinning. He kissed Merlin, long and slow, but pulled away and sat up. Merlin pouted.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. You'll have your chance later tonight."
"Tonight?" Merlin cried, alarmed. He'd already forgotten that the prisoners were due to be executed in the morning, and had planned to get used to the idea of having sex with the king for a few days first. But no, he didn't have time.
"Really Merlin?" Arthur cuffed him on the ear and got up, beginning to pace the length of the room. There was only a vague haze left of sunlight off in the far distance, and everything else was dark. Arthur sighed.
"So, father usually goes to bed a couple of hours after sundown, so we still have a while before we-"
There was a knock on the door, and Merlin hurriedly got off the bed and pretended to do something productive.
"Enter," Arthur said, and the door opened. To both Arthur and Merlin's surprise, it was Uther. Pictures of what they were planning to do to the king came unbidden to Merlin's mind and he blushed, turning around to stare hard at the stone of the wall.
"Uh, hello father," Arthur said, and couldn't help but blush himself. He hadn't planned on seeing his father until later that night.
"I was on my way up to my chambers and I wanted to make sure that you had turned in the applications for the new knights. You know we need to look those over before we can get on with testing and training the new batch," Uther said sternly, but he had a small smile on his face. Merlin glanced behind him, trying to force himself to stop blushing, lest Uther notice.
Arthur only fumbled a little bit in answering. "Er, yes. I ...yes I did, actually."
Uther looked surprised, then happy. "Good. You only needed my pestering you twice today for those to get in! I think this might be some kind of record."
"Fa-ther! Please! I know how to file paperwork," Arthur said, surprised at the apparent good mood Uther was in.
The king held up a hand. "I jest. I'll leave you now," he said, and left quickly.
Merlin finally turned around and looked quizzically at Arthur.
"Did he seem... happy to you?"
Arthur frowned a little. "He did. But good moods do come to him every so often. This will only help us! If he's in good mood already, we can turn a good mood into a fantastic mood! And he's even going up to his chambers right now. Fortune has smiled upon us, I think," Arthur said.
"I do hope you're right..." Merlin mumbled. Arthur clapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry, if anything bad happens, I'll take the full blame."
"Okay. How long should we wait before going up there?" Merlin asked. Arthur went to resume his seat in his chair, and Merlin idly hovered by the table.
"Oh, he usually does about an hour of paperwork in his room before actually retiring. I suppose we should wait for at least that hour. Gather up the things we'll need, and then we'll prepare."
…
An hour later, Arthur was pacing outside of his father's chambers. Merlin was standing still, watching him with an amused expression.
"It's not too late to turn back now, you know. He doesn't even know that we're out here," Merlin said quietly.
Arthur stopped pacing, straightened, and with a hard stare at Merlin, knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Arthur pushed the doors open and slid inside, pulling Merlin with him. Merlin dipped his head and kept his eyes fixed on the ground. He fiddled nervously with the small bag of supplies that they'd brought.
"Oh, Arthur. What is it?" Uther asked. He was standing near his bed in his nightclothes; a loose shirt and drawstring pants. Only a few candles were lit, giving the room a dark, flickering glow. Uther watched his son with something like amusement on his face.
"Er—yes. Merlin here is an expert at giving massages, and I thought you might like one before you retired," Arthur said, jabbing a thumb at Merlin.
"That's...oddly kind of you Arthur, but not necessary," Uther said.
"No, I insist. Go ahead Merlin." Arthur crossed his arms stubbornly and Merlin hurried to Uther. The king regarded the servant for a moment.
"Why did you come up with him? You could have just sent him up by himself," Uther said, raising a brow. Merlin stood awkwardly by him, keeping his eyes on the ground.
"Because, I need to talk to you," Arthur said. Uther considered another moment but relented. He sat down on the edge of his bed with a sigh. Merlin glanced at Arthur, who nodded. The servant hurriedly clambered onto the bed behind Uther, kneeling behind him and placing the bag off to one side.
The king whipped his head around, staring directly at Merlin. "Careful of the shoulder," he growled, and Merlin gulped.
"So, father," Arthur said, and Uther turned his attention back to his son. "I have this sort of...You see, the thing is I ..."
"Yes?" Uther asked, intrigued. Merlin applied a little nice smelling oil from the bag to his hands and gently slid one into the collar of Uther's shirt. He felt the king tense slightly but got no other reaction so he continued. Truth be told, Merlin was an excellent masseur.
"I sort of have...fallen in love with someone."
Merlin froze at this. Arthur had not said anything about revealing their relationship to Uther. Ever. The king looked over his shoulder at Merlin, who hurriedly continued the massage.
"Oh? Who is she?" Uther asked. Merlin stared at Arthur as he worked his hands over Uther's shoulders and upper back, his stomach roiling with fear.
Surely Arthur wouldn't be so stupid as to tell about us...?
"Just someone I met on my last venture."
Uther seemed satisfied with this, though Merlin was mystified. He caught Arthur's gaze, and the prince winked. Merlin raised a brow, but Arthur turned back to Uther.
"Where is she from?"
"Two kingdoms over to the west. You remember the one?"
Uther thought for a second before nodding. "I do. I wasn't aware that King Julian had a daughter."
Arthur shrugged. "Neither was I."
"Well, this is unexpected, though good news." Uther paused to look Arthur over for a moment. "And, are you sure you're not enchanted? You know how often that happens."
Once again, Arthur and Merlin's eyes met. "No, no enchantments. We are in love."
Merlin felt his stomach do a flip and he was sure he'd melt right into the bed. He managed to remember where he was and who was sitting right in front of him, however.
"Oohhhh..." Uther breathed as Merlin hit a particularly tender spot. The king closed his eyes. Arthur gestured with his finger in a circle, and Merlin nodded. He worked the spot around Uther's old battle wound tenderly, and Uther seemed to forget that he was talking to Arthur. His eyes remained closed.
Merlin watched with a sense of doom as Arthur came closer and knelt in front of his father. Uther's legs were spread wide already, so Arthur had no trouble sliding between them and placing his mouth around Uther's member through the thin fabric of his pants. At first it didn't seem that Uther noticed, for he didn't react. Merlin kept up the touches to his shoulder and Arthur worked his mouth in ways that Merlin hadn't known him capable of, but finally Uther's eyes snapped open.
Instead of what Merlin thought would happen, namely Uther jumping up and maybe throwing a thing or two across the room and yelling a lot, he acted quite calmly.
Uther gazed down at Arthur with an unreadable expression. "Arthur. What are you doing?"
Arthur looked up with a delicious expression and Merlin became quite weak-kneed. Arthur didn't respond, though he did reach for the waistband of Uther's pants. The king caught Arthur's wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Arthur, do you know what you're doing?" Uther said, voice low. Merlin abandoned all pretense of giving a massage and fell back onto the bed before scampering up to hide by one of the posts. There seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air between king and prince; they were staring at each other with such intensity that Merlin was almost tempted to preform magic to see if either noticed.
Arthur removed his mouth from Uther's crotch to smile up at him. Merlin could see that Uther was hard, and he swallowed quite loudly.
"I know exactly what I'm doing," Arthur said with his usual cockiness.
"Oh, do you? Prove it," Uther said. He leaned back and spread his legs wider. Arthur didn't seem to be prepared for this, though he recovered quickly. The prince again reached for the top of Uther's pants, and this time the king allowed him. Arthur yanked down just enough to reveal what he was looking for, and he quickly engulfed the head in his mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Uther moaned. Arthur pressed himself as close as he could into Uther, sucking his cock before taking his mouth off to lick up and down it. Merlin was transfixed; the sight of Arthur's lips around a cock was intoxicating, and he felt himself starting to get hard. Arthur took the head in his mouth again, and after using his tongue to make Uther moan a few more times, he slowly moved down. Merlin watched with wide eyes as Arthur took the whole of his father's cock in his mouth.
Uther sat up and put his hands on Arthur's head as the prince moved his mouth up and down rapidly. Uther arched forward, then snapped his upper body back and shoved Arthur's head down as he came. They stayed in that position for a moment, then Uther let Arthur up. The prince remained where he was for a second, eying Uther, then suddenly jumped him, pressing him into the mattress. The king was completely surprised by this and was even more surprised when Arthur kissed him on the lips.
Uther managed to shove Arthur up to look at him with concern. "Arthur, what-"
"Ngh, father," Arthur moaned, and with that Merlin was completely hard. He wondered if Arthur or Uther even remembered that he was there. Perhaps it would be best if he just sort of left...
In the next second, Uther was pinning Arthur to the bed and kissing along his neck while the prince squirmed under him.
"Father! Ungh!" Arthur moaned, trying to raise his hips high enough to come into contact with Uther. The king gently shoved Arthur's hips back down.
"Arthur," Uther rumbled, and the tone made the prince stop his wiggling to look at him. Even Merlin was swayed by the deep voice. He crawled onto the bed, wanting some contact and not being able to resist the sight lain out before him.
"Father, please..." Arthur moaned, spreading his legs. That seemed to do it for Uther; whatever reservations he might have had left him quickly. He all but ripped Arthur's clothing off and planted fierce kisses down his body. Arthur squirmed and moaned the entire time, and Merlin found himself sliding a hand down his own trousers. Arthur threw his head back, spotting Merlin and finally managing to remember that he was there. He reached for the servant, pulling him closer and into a kiss. Uther paused to consider this before he went on. He watched them closely, expression inscrutable.
Presently Uther grabbed Arthur's hips and almost violently moved them up for a better angle. The king wet a finger and plunged it directly into Arthur, but found that the prince was already prepared. He spotted the conveniently located bag that Merlin had brought in and rummaged around in it. He found a suitable oil and applied a generous amount to his cock and some to Arthur's hole. Glancing once more to Arthur and Merlin making out, Uther positioned himself at Arthur's entrance.
"Mmng, Merlin," Arthur moaned after they stopped for breath. Taking advantage of Arthur's distraction, Uther unceremoniously thrust into Arthur. The prince cried out and shut his eyes tightly. Merlin quickly took one of his hands, and Arthur squeezed it tightly.
"Father, uhgn, please, it's my first time," Arthur managed before Uther could begin thrusting with any sort of speed.
"First?" Uther leaned over his son, trailing a finger along his chest. "You seem to know what you're doing..."
"I do, but not, hng, in this position," Arthur said, squeezing Merlin's hand again. Merlin was helpless as Uther moved his gaze from Arthur to him, and then to their hands. Uther leaned down over Arthur again.
"Don't worry, no harm will come to you," Uther said, and Arthur seemed to calm somewhat. His grip on Merlin's hand loosened.
"Put your legs around my waist," Uther commanded, and Arthur hurried to do so, moaning as this pushed Uther further into him. "Take a hold of my arms." Arthur reluctantly let go of Merlin to place his hands on Uther's arms, and gripped them tightly.
Merlin once again sat awkwardly to the side, wondering if he should leave to jack off. Uther began to move his hips slowly, pushing more of himself into Arthur.
"Oh god father." Arthur's eyes were closed and he was panting. Uther extricated one arm to place a hand gently on the side of Arthur's face. The prince looked up, lips slightly swollen and a blush across his cheeks. Uther kissed him deeply and their lips smacked as they came together and broke apart. Uther began to move his hips slowly, distracting Arthur with his lips. The prince didn't complain this time, and Uther managed to get halfway in before Arthur began squirming. Uther glanced down between them and was presented with the sight of Arthur's cock, hard and straining.
Uther took a look at Merlin, who was sitting near the opposite edge of the bed. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and one hand was in his trousers. Uther reached again for the oil, squeezed a small amount into one of his hands, and applied it to Arthur's cock.
"Oh god. Hng."
The king ignored him. He wrapped his arms around Arthur and gently lifted him up into a sitting position. The prince cried out again as he slid all the way onto his father's cock and into his lap.
"Ooohhnn, father, hhhnngggg!" Once again, Arthur was ignored.
"Merlin."
The servant snapped his head around at Uther's voice. The king was looking at him intensely.
"Come here."
Merlin almost fell off the bed in his haste to obey. Uther took a long while to appraise him, with Arthur all the while squirming around in his lap.
"Strip."
"S-sire?"
"Strip," Uther repeated, furrowing his brows. Arthur had begun to lightly bounce in his father's lap, and Uther's concentration was slipping. Merlin hesitated a second longer before complying. Once naked, he covered himself with a blush.
Uther pushed Arthur's top half away from him, creating a small space between them. "Come here."
Merlin crawled up to them, and Uther pointed at Arthur's cock. Merlin blushed a deep shade of red, but he slid between Uther and Arthur. The prince only vaguely registered this, but his eyes widened as Merlin lowered himself onto his cock.
"Oh god..." Arthur whispered. Uther engulfed both Merlin and the prince in a bear hug and thrust his hips. Both Arthur and Merlin cried out, and Merlin grabbed onto Arthur. The king thrust again, not breaking his hold on the younger males.
"Father, wait. It hurts," Arthur grit through clenched teeth.
"No time for waiting. Trust me, Arthur," Uther said. He slid a hand up Arthur's back to push his head closer so he could kiss him around Merlin. The servant was squished between one naked body and one still clothed body, and he found that he didn't really mind. He began rocking back and forth in the limited space he was in, and Arthur moaned. The king took this moment to thrust again, and Arthur didn't complain. For a few seconds Uther and Merlin's rhythms were out of sync, but they soon found the correct pace and timing. Uther would thrust and Merlin would roll his hips forward into Arthur, and it wasn't long before the combined effort of the king and the servant had Arthur cumming deep inside Merlin.
Uther relaxed his grip around the younger males as Arthur slumped forward against the servant. Uther continued to thrust in a steady fashion for a few more minutes, and Merlin almost felt like he was being fucked directly by the king.
Merlin closed his eyes just as Uther gave a powerful thrust and moaned loudly. Merlin felt the king slump against his back and opened his eyes to see Arthur looking at him. The prince slid a hand between them and gently took Merlin's cock, stroking it and squeezing it a few times. Arthur pressed his lips against Merlin's as the servant came, spilling cum between them.
Presently Arthur shoved Merlin off of him and he and Uther stared at each other. Arthur blushed and glanced away, but Uther placed a hand on his chin and angled it up for a kiss. Arthur put his arms around Uther and pulled him closer. Merlin got under the covers, exhausted and not wanting to get dressed or go back to his own room. He rather hoped that Uther and Arthur forgot about him again. He really hoped that Uther wouldn't realize that a servant was sleeping in his bed.
Arthur and Uther kissed for a good two minutes before Arthur pulled away and off of Uther's lap.
"Auuuugh, I'm going to be sore in the morning," Arthur complained as he slowly pulled up the covers and burrowed in next to Merlin. Uther just chuckled as he blew out the candle on the bedside table.
Just before Merlin nodded off, he had the distinct feeling that they'd forgotten something important. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he knew it had to do with the reason why he and Arthur were in Uther's room right now.
Whatever it was could wait till morning, Merlin decided.
/End
A/N- Uther sex FTW.