This show is just... -gushes- Everybody loves Merlin, I just know it!
Anyways, happy holidays~!
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Merlin had watched the knights revel in their ale and stories, wishing he could enjoy the festivities. But it was a party to celebrate the knights' bravery, not the bravery of the servant of the King of Camelot. No, he was doomed to refilling their goblets and ensuring all was well for them.
"Merlin! Merlin!" Arthur bellowed from his seat, drawing out the vowels the second time. His servant rolled his eyes, noting the drunken sort of tone, and obediently strode over to the young king. The royal gestured to his side where a nearly passed out Gwaine was smacking the table for more drink.
"Yessir," he sighed, "I'll get him another cupful." Yet, a hand was held up and the blond shook his head.
"No, I think our friend here has had enough. Take him to his room, Merlin," he ordered. The warlock regarded his intoxicated friend but gave a weary nod. He turned and walked around to Gwaine's side.
"C'mon Gwaine." He lifted the man from his seat.
"That's Sir Gwaine to you!" the drunkard grumbled as he was led out of the room. His sober friend smiled, amused by this. Lancelot had told him that out of all of them, Merlin deserved a knighthood the most; he was the bravest of them all, surely.
Yet, it was everyone but him that got the title of nobility. It didn't matter much to him in the end, though. He knew he could take out any man with his magic – even the Arthur Pendragon. Not that he would, of course. He wouldn't mess with his friend, and especially not his destiny.
"Merlin, what do you think?" The question broke him from his thoughts and it took him a moment to process that Gwaine had been talking.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "What?" The knight heaved an exasperated sigh, beginning to drag his feet.
"Geez, some friend you are! I was asking if I should go for that blonde servant girl, since she was watching me every so often. It's either her or the barmaid down at the tavern. So which one, Merlin?"
"Why are you so loose with women, Gwaine?" He hadn't meant to say it aloud, but the words had slipped past the filter for his mouth; there were certain thigns that should not be said, ever.
"Because I don't like them," he replied without skipping a beat. Merlin frowned, glancing down at his slumped friend before looking back up. He would have to climb the next few sets of stairs to the man's room. And, of course, he'd likely just opened a can of worms.
"If you don't…then why do you do all the womanizing? How can you pretend to like someone that you don't so often?"
"Why do you think I drink so often?" he grumbled, stumbling slightly on the steps. Merlin couldn't help but laugh at that. Even drunk, the knight could bring a smile to his face.
"So…what, do you just want a quality girl or something?" he retorted, "But you mess around until you find her?" It was a bit clichéd, to say the least.
"Don't be a jerk, Merlin….I can't have quality, so I settle for what I can get."
"Well why not?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're a good guy, Gwaine. I'm sure you can find someone just as good."
"…you think so?" the knight looked to his friend, who had long finished the stairs and was now headed down a hallway with his companion in tow. Merlin offered his usual dorky smile in reply.
"Definitely…bet you've already got someone in mind, huh?" It was meant as a joke, but he was surprised to see a sluggish nod from the man. He'd never really seen Gwaine act like – well, like Arthur – when it came to the ladies. He'd always flirt, even if he wasn't serious about getting into her good graces.
"Well, sort of. I know what I want, at least," he conceded, not sure if he wanted the warlock to know the truth. Merlin nodded; that seemed to make more sense to him. Looking ahead, he saw that Gwaine's room was near the end of the hall. He would have to drop him off quickly to get back to the party – even then, Arthur would complain about him taking too long.
"And what's that?" the servant boy asked, his attention trained on walking rather than fully listening.
"I want someone dependable, someone I can trust. Uh…oh, I want them to look good, of course. They definitely need to be kind and caring, can't have some evil thing in my bed. There has to be something special about them, like if they have a mysterious sort of feel about them…or they could just be the only one of their type that I like. Yeah, something like that. And when they need saving – er, if they need saving, I should be willing to help them in any way I can, no matter the cost. The same goes for them, too. Anything for who you love, you know," he finished with a satisfied look.
"Wow…that's a tall order," the warlock commented, surprised that his friend could be so coherent and so inebriated at the same time.
'Not really," Gwaine shrugged as his expression became a mused one, "Actually, it sounds just like you, Merlin." Suddenly, the world froze. Blue eyes were staring at the man in bewilderment, trying to comprehend what had just been said.
"Funny," he laughed lightly, nervously. Any ideas of it being a joke were thrown out the window when Gwaine stepped away from him. He stood straight, serious enough that he no longer needed Merlin as a crutch.
"No, it isn't. I've wanted you for a while, Merlin. Years, even before Arthur became king. I realized it for the most part back when we saved Arthur from the Perilous Lands."
"Gwaine, I think you've had enough to drink. M-maybe some sleep will put you back in your right mind," the other man murmured, unable to believe this was rightly happening. Men liking men was preposterous. Surely his friend only suffered from a drunken stupor. He stepped past him and paced to the knight's door quickly. Too busy fumbling with the keys and trying to unlock the door, Merlin didn't notice the approaching figure until arms slammed on the door frame to either side of him. He turned slowly, panicked to see Gwaine staring at him with an intensity he'd never seen before.
"I am in my right mind, Merlin. Everything about this, about wanting you seems right," he breathed, moving a bit closer.
"But…I'm not a girl," he argued. The man only came closer.
"I know, and it used to bother me. But now I want to hold you close to me, feel your chest against mine, hearts pounding…" He trailed off once he was pressed completely against the warlock. His eyes closed as he took in the warmth of his affection's body, felt the nervous heartbeat nearly match his own anxious one.
"Gwaine," he mumbled, "You really need to cut this-" A finger shushed him. With one hand moved, he could have escaped that way. But the look he was receiving left him paralyzed. He wasn't sure if it was right even for women to be looked at like that, much less for someone like himself.
"Sh, Merlin. Just…stay still," he pleaded quietly before moving his hand to cup the servant's cheek. Merlin watched, frozen still, as his head came closer and closer until lips were pressed to his slightly gaped mouth. The kiss was gentle despite the passion that led to it. Gwaine tilted his friend's head to work with a better angle, in hopes of gaining a proper reaction. Yet, the warlock remained stoic – though he couldn't help but notice how warm and soft the knight's mouth was in contrast to the slight scratch of his whiskers. The man ended up pilling away, slowly as if any quick movements would spook the boy. That was right, Merlin had forgotten to outright resist.
"…let's…let's get you to bed." He turned, unlocked the door and strode inside. With that out of his drunken system, Gwaine would be back to normal. Or so he thought when he stopped at the foot of the bed. He turned, prepared to help his friend het settled under his blankets for the night.
He was not prepared for the strong arms that hoisted him up and tossed him on the mattress. Merlin tried to scramble away, but the knight grabbed his ankles as he climbed on as well. The servant was now paralyzed by the fear of what was to come – and how he would explain his tardiness to Arthur, though that would come later. Right now, his legs were being forcibly spread so that Gwaine could come up between them. His hips pressed against the more narrow pair while he used his hands to hover over the obviously panicked form.
"Relax, Merlin. I won't hurt you," he assured, "Just let me show you." Before the young warlock could question, a harsh kiss silenced him. This one was far more intense than the last. It felt as if he would catch fire from the passion burning against him, but it was only getting hotter. A tongue ran along his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Merlin refused to grant it, refused to react to whatever one would call this.
Gwaine then chose to demand passage by shoving his tongue past the servant's somewhat lax lips. The muscle expertly flicked around in exploration before settling down to grinding against the virgin tongue. Which was true, though he would never admit it.
Dominating hips began to mimic their mouths, rolling against something slightly more responsive. Perhaps it was the obviously thick bulge or the teasing friction it brought with the movement, but Merlin could feel a strange sort of excitement growing.
Suddenly, the knight pulled away, though his hips continued on. He watched, somewhat amused as the other man fought to hide the side effects of his pleasure. Then Gwaine had an idea. With a smirk, he pulled back to pause for a short moment before slamming his yearning groin against the warlock. Merlin couldn't stop himself when a gasp sounded from his lips.
"So there's your weakness?" he teased, "That's what you want." As he set to undoing the servant's pants, the "victim" rushed up the bed in an attempt to escape. But the movement only aided the man, bringing him closer to his affection's crotch. He quickly pushed the fabric of his trousers aside, revealing the nearly full erection. His hand set to stroking it, pumping quickly. Merlin moaned outright, clawing at the pillows. This was wrong, he knew, on some unmentionable level.
"Stop," he begged, "Just stop..."
"You sure? Because it looks like you want me to keep going." His hand did stop its movement, however, so that his index finger could circle around the head of his cock. Blue eyes shut tight as their owner bit down on his lip for silence. He wasn't sure what was going on, but worse than that, he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist it.
"Here, let me try this. A woman did this to me once…" Gwaine suddenly moved so that his face was right by the warlock's now rigid length. There was a final rub before he leaned close enough to lick hesitantly at the tip. Merlin's eyes shot open, wide as they stared down at the man. The brunette made no effort to stop. Instead he licked it once, twice more before taking the head into his mouth. Hips bucked upward as the servant gasped; this was unbelievable, that his sex was enveloped in the warmth of Sir Gwaine's mouth.
"Mm," the knight pulled away with a smile, "It's not bad, Merlin. You want to try it?" The offer was only partially genuine as he glanced down at his own aching erection. His affection was still surprised, he could tell, so there would be nothing returned.
"That's alright. Maybe next time," he soothed before dipping his head back down. This dive took more than the head; he miraculously took in at least half of the man's shaft. Merlin's hips shot up from the bed again, causing his friend to gag. His blue eyes looked guilty. Even if this wasn't what he wanted, he would never want to harm Gwaine, his dear friend. Yet, the knight managed to relax his throat and raise his head a ways, just enough so that he was only teasing the first inch or so.
"I'm sorry…Gwaine, I didn't-" His breath hitched as his friend hummed a forgiving response. He let his breath out in a sigh while the brunette's mouth dropped further and further down until his nose pressed against the warlock's flesh. Then, he began to repeat the action in a hurried movement of his head. Sapphire hues squeezed shut, never having felt this pleasure before.
Unlike Gwaine and his "misadventures," the servant had never done anything save for that kiss with Freya and now everything that had transpired. The fire that licked at his body and heart was whelming, almost too much so for such a novice.
His friend could tell, easily, that this was a first for Merlin. Perhaps it was the innocent reactions or the pre-cum tingling his taste buds, but he knew that the man would reach his climax soon. His head began to move slightly faster, the sound of his sucking and slurping growing louder in Merlin's ears – though it was nearly drowned out by the thudding of his heart. He wasn't sure if he could last long with the way Gwaine was lavishing his attention onto him.
"G-Gwaine, I…not much longer…" A hand finally released the pillow and shot down to bury itself in brunette locks, keeping the bobbing head down at the base of his erection. The knight hummed a sound of approval, his tongue rolling as much as it could along the throbbing cock.
His friend then gasped, followed by a hissed groan, as his body spilled over the edge of his pleasure. Hot seed quickly filled the man's mouth, as he was unable to keep up with the spurts. He pulled away with a smirk, trying to catch up with the servant's orgasm. With lust-laden eyes, Merlin finally looked down and saw the man was staring right back at him, apparently uncaring of the mess getting caught in his whiskers. The warlock was sure the sight was supposed to disturb him, but – perhaps because of the dull pleasure that still remained – all he wanted was to kiss the knight once more.
"Gwaine," he murmured, reaching down to cup the man's face in his hands. He obediently followed his affection's guiding to the slightly parted lips he'd kissed only twice before. As they kissed, neither man could tell whether the other was serious.
And in the morning only one man would remember, but he would keep everything that had happened a secret. Yes, Merlin would keep their drunken misdeeds right next to his own magical, deadly truth.