The Hogwarts Adaptation of King Arthur

True Love

Lancelot sat back in his chair with a large grin on his face. Whilst Arthur studied the chess pieces carefully, a cute little frustrated frown on his face. Lancelot couldn't help a little laugh at his friend's hopelessness. Arthur looked up at him in surprise.

'Lancelot, I am trying to concentrate,' Arthur's scolded. Lancelot beamed,

'My apologies,' he spoke. He then sighed loudly and changed sitting positions, making sure the chair made sounds as he moved. Arthur's frown deepened and he moved closer to the chess board. Lancelot tapped his hand on his legs and twitched his foot every now and again.

'Lancelot,' Arthur warned.

'Oh dearI bedoing it again?' Lancelot gasped. Arthur rolled his eyes and tried to focus once more on the game. Lancelot began to hum and old folk tune and he saw Arthur's eye twitch.

'Lancelot, you are deliberately trying to distract my focus,' Arthur pointed out.

'Aye,' Lancelot agreed merrily.

'That be called cheating,'

'Nay, tis only…fighting dirty,' Lancelot grinned. Arthur sighed,

'If that be the case, I feel no regret in making my move,' Arthur moved his queen several spaces 'Check mate,'

Lancelot jumped up and studied the board whilst Arthur sat back with a grin of his own. Lancelot shook his head in amazement.

'Indeed,' Arthur laughed 'It would seem as thought your title of superiority now falls to me, and you dear Lancelot are without,'

'Aye, I concede, well done oh superior being,' Lancelot rolled his eyes and crossed his arms 'Now with your permission oh superior one, I shall wallow in my own inferiority,'

'Please do so,' Arthur stood 'In the mean while I shall record this moment on scroll, so I may look back on it in days to come and salve any melancholy should I feel so,'

Lancelot could not help a laugh.

'Oh you can boast now my king,' Lancelot used Arthur's own words against him 'But be aware a challenge shall come and my title reinstated, then you shall face an ear full,'

Arthur laughed,

'I shall look forward to it,' Arthur copied Lancelot's own words 'Shall be interesting to see your chosen field of battle,'

Dinner had begun within the great hall, Guinevere had watched as Arthur entered, once more in the company of Sir Lancelot. Guinevere glared at the knight, tis ridiculous, that a man should prefer the company of his brother knight than his own wife.

'Guinevere,' a voice came from behind her. The queen jolted in surprise and turned around. Morgan laughed,

'Think you that I be your dear husband, capturing you in the act?' Morgan asked.

'Nay, of course not. If my husband knew no doubt he would understand and commend me on my efforts,' she snorted 'Tis…tis his adviser I am concerned of, he has been glaring at me of late tis quite unnerving,'

'You need not be concerned of Merlin,' Morgan reached into her pouch and withdrew a vile 'Pour this into Arthur's goblet and your troubles be gone,'

Guinevere eyed the vile suspiciously.

'What be it?'

'Tis a true love potion,' Morgan explained 'You know Arthur to be in love with you aye?'

'Aye, of course, I know he loves me dearly, as would any husband,' Guinevere declared. Morgan smirked.

'If that be the case, but an hour after Arthur consumes this potion he shall be drawn to you, overwhelmed with feelings of love and devotion,' Morgan explained.

'It be a potion that forces one to realize their true love?' Guinevere asked.

'Aye, Arthur will be drawn to the one he loves, ruled by his emotions, he will not turn from your bed this night,' Morgan finished. Guinevere snatched at the vile.

'My thanks,' she spoke before hurrying into the great hall. She did not hear the loud cackles of laughter at her own expense.

Lancelot finally entered his chamber late that night and sighed. It had been a long one. He could barely speak a word to Arthur once Guinevere had sat beside the king. She was all over him, seising his attention and refusing to let it sway. It had angered Lancelot, twas obvious how she annoyed him. Then she had gone and done the worst thing, she had run from the hall, Arthur's hand grasped firmly in her own. Could be no misunderstanding of what they would be doing. Lancelot growled and kicked his table, he exclaimed in pain and collapsed on the cushioned chair. Feeling quite melancholy he looked around the room as if searching for a reason to stay in Camelot.

His chambers were quite impressive a large bed with lavish covers and curtains, beautifully decorated walls, a fine desk and chair. The cushioned seats were amazingly comfortable. He had a good life here, but that was not the reason he would stay. He would not leave Arthur, his feelings went too deep to be able to willingly leave Arthur's side. Lancelot stood and moved onto his balcony, looking up to the stars. Suddenly there came a loud frantic knocking at his door. Lancelot frowned and moved back inside, shutting the doors to the balcony. The knocking repeated only much more desperate and louder than before. Lancelot walked to the door and pulled it open. Arthur stood before him, clothed in a tunic and leggings. He was breathing hard and he looked incredibly pale. Lancelot almost gasped when he looked into Arthur's eyes, they were glistening with unshed tears, his beautiful emerald eyes gave away all Lancelot needed to know. Arthur was hurting and he desperately needed something.

'C-could I -,' Arthur tried. Lancelot opened the door side and Arthur walked through.

'My king,' Lancelot asked 'What troubles you?'

Arthur moved slowly and sat on Lancelot's cushioned chair. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. He shook his head violently, he couldn't speak just yet. Arthur's body began to shake.

'I shall fetch you water…or ale,' Lancelot made to leave.

'Nay!' Arthur cried. Arthur looked up at Lancelot a desperate look was plastered on the kings face and tears ran down his cheeks. Lancelot smiled sweetly,

'Very wellI shall sit with you,' Lancelot moved his other cushioned chair so that it was facing Arthur. He sat and waited whilst Arthur struggled with his emotions. He seemed to be calming down, however Lancelot dared not to speak, he did not wish to reverse the effects. Finally Arthur's breathing returned to normal.

'I-I apologise,' Arthur spoke.

'Tis fine,' Lancelot spoke without hesitation.

'I…should not have come, but I had to, I needed to,' Arthur shook once more.

'I would not have you go any place else,' Lancelot promised. Arthur ran his hands through his hair and shuddered.

'I-I can not stand it, not any longer,' Arthur whispered.

'What my king? Tell me, you need not fear to tell me anything,' Lancelot swore.

'I-I know, tis just…hard for me to say,' Arthur spoke 'I-I fear you shall become disgusted with me and never talk with me again. And I could not stand that. I need your friendship Lancelot,'

' You have it, I swear to you, nothing you could say would turn me from your side…save it be "to the dungeons with you Lancelot",'

Despite himself Arthur gave a sobbing laugh.

'I-she,' Arthur clasped his hands together and stared at them not meeting Lancelot's eyes 'I do not love her, she…I have to touch her. But I don't want to,'

'Calm down,' Lancelot sat forward and spoke softly to reassure him 'Calm down and speak to me,'

Arthur let out a shaky sigh and nodded.

'Tis Guinevere, I did not wish to marry her…but…I had to I need an heir,' Arthur tried to explain 'I don't love her Lancelot, I fear I do not even like her. She be a horrid manipulative person, I be not blind to it, she mocks all those under her, including you. I-I hate her, she frustrates me so…I get headaches thinking of her. When I touch her…,'

Arthur's voice cracked and he squeezed his eyes shut,

'I'm disgusted…I. I never wished to touch her after that first night. It made me feel horrid, I wretched afterward…' Arthur shuddered once more 'When she touches me…it makes me feel violated, I have to control myself not to pull away,'

'If you hated her so, why marry her? Why not another woman? One you bore feelings for?' Lancelot asked. Arthur's hands began to shake and he clasped them together tightly, he didn't speak for several moments, his knuckles turned white and his lip near bled for his bite.

'I did so….I did so because…,' Arthur began to shake again 'Guinevere is not the only woman I fear to touch,'

Lancelot bit his lip and waited.

'I cannot stomach the thought of being with any woman…I feel nothing for them I…do not know why, I do not want any woman to touch me, or for me to touch any woman…it…I just can't…when the knights demanded an heir…and Merlin suggested Guinevere…' Arthur fought to confess it all, it was causing him great fear and Lancelot fought the strong urge to reach out and touch him, 'I met her and hated her but…I thought it would make no difference, if I were to be with a woman, that it would not matter who it was, it would still feel horrid and I would have to…but I didn't want to,'

Lancelot's heart began to race, he didn't know why. His stomach felt odd as well, as he listened to Arthur's words, he felt pity and anger at those who were forcing Arthur to do something akin to this. Yet he also felt…

'I thought that it wouldn't matter, because my heart was my own and I knew to control myself, that I could push past it…but then…when you…,' more tears ran down Arthur's face 'I be so disgusted with myself, I should not be…feeling the way I do, I feel such shame, tis not right, nor natural to…,'

Lancelot swallowed the hard lump that had gathered in his throat and began to shake as well.

'I went to Guinevere's chambers this night, she begged me to take her and I was going to, I had yet toconceivean heir but…I felt so horrid, and guilty I panicked. I couldn't touch her, because I be in love, I know that now, when I touched her I felt so…,' Arthur's voice cracked 'I felt as though I had betrayed the person I loved, as though I was hurting them, I never want to cause them pain, I would give my life to save them pain,'

'I SHOULD NOT BE FEELING THIS!' Arthur exclaimed suddenly 'Tis not right! I'm sordid and shameful! Tis a hideous…foul thing,'

'Nay Arthur,' Lancelot comforted, 'You be a most wonderful and glorious man, do not think such things of yourself,'

Arthur wailed,

'I am Lancelot! You do not know! It…I do not want to tell you. I do not wish for you to look at me like…I do not wish for you to see me as I do,' Arthur shuddered.

'My king, I told you before, there be nothing you could say that would force me to see you to be anything but incredible,' Lancelot promised him.

'You do not understand, and I would not have secrets from you…nor do I wish for you to be blind as the others…I love you Lancelot!' Arthur exclaimed 'Not as a friend or a brother, but that of a lover, I wish to touch you in place of my wife. Now do you see my atrocity?'

Arthur spoke to defy Lancelot's beliefs though his eyes were cast downwards, he would not look up at him, to afraid of the look Lancelot would now bestow on him. There was silence for several moments and Arthur knew Lancelot could not bare to look at him.

'What be this Lancelot?' Arthur asked bitterly, furious with himself 'No jest to lighten the mood,'

Lancelot moved from his chairso he sat before Arthur, he reached out and grasped the wrists of Arthur's hands. Arthur looked up in shock, straight into Lancelot's loving grey eyes. Lancelot ran his thumb gently over Arthur's wrists,

'Nay, not this time,' he whispered then leaned forward and gently pressed his soft warm lips against those of Arthur. Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, so warm, so perfect. Arthur had never felt anything to breathtakingly wonderful, Lancelot was kissing him, he could not be so fortunate tis surely a dream. Lancelot nibbled Arthur's bottom lip, the king gasped in surprise and Lancelot ran his tongue inside of Arthur's mouth along the other man's gentle tongue. All thoughts of dreams were discarded, never in Arthur's wildest imagination could such a thing happen. Arthur's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned as Lancelot explored every hot hidden area of Arthur's mouth. The heat between them grew. Lancelot released Arthur's wrists and the other lifted himself from the chair and onto the floor beside the knight. Lancelot grasped at Arthur's neck to deepen the kiss. Arthur's own hands pulled Lancelot close as he wrapped them around the other man's waist. Lancelot moaned as their bodies pressed together. Arthur ran his tongue along Lancelot's and the both moaned at the surprisingly wonderful feelings they were experiencing. They both became extremely aroused, and felt the effects they had on each other as their hard shafts pressed into one another's hips. They became so hot, they needed one another. Lancelot moved his mouth from Arthur's and sucked at the other man's neck. Tasting sweat, skin and sweet tears. Arthur moaned and clutched at Lancelot. Lancelot moved lower and Arthur gasped,

'Lancelot,'

Lancelot moved back up to Arthur's lips, however Arthur plunged in first and tasted desperately at the other man. Both tried to move closer, demanding more of their bodies touch, when their erections rubbed together, both men broke the kiss and groaned loudly. They looked at each other in surprise, their breathing incredibly rapid and faces flushed from the excitement.

'Lancelot,' Arthur whispered again 'I do not know-,'

'Hush,' Lancelot whispered and rested his hands on Arthur's hips 'I know, give yourself over to me, for once do not think and merely let this happen,'

'But Lancelot-,'

'You needn't fear anything,' Lancelot spoke tenderly, his hands reached under Arthur's shirt and stroked his sides tenderly, Arthur melted 'Trust in me,'

'Always,' Arthur murmured. Lancelot smiled, Arthur was so beautiful, he'd never felt so captivated, how could he ever be so fortunate. Lancelot rested his forehead against the brunettes, so beautiful.

'Arthur,' Lancelot whispered. Arthur's face flushed, twas the first time Lancelot had ever called him by his name, it sounded wonderful and felt even better.

'Alright,' Arthur agreed.

Lancelot smiled sweetly. He grasped Arthur's shirt at his waist and raised it, Arthur help him shrug off the shirt and faced Lancelot, clad only in his leggings. Lancelot raised his own shirt and dropped it to the floor. They came together again, lips meeting and tongues tasting feverishly. When the bare skin of their chests touched they both hissed with pleasure. But shut their eyes in pure bliss as the pressed up against each other and hands wondered over the bare skin of their backs. Lancelot moved and caused that glorious feeling before as their erection rubbed against one another. They both moaned into their kiss, Lancelot pushed slightly and fell upon Arthur on the floor. They kissed hungrily as Lancelot began to move. They both groaned at the amazing friction. Their breathing increased and their hands wandered and grasped at the skin of their chests. They needed more, more friction more skin. Lancelot's hands slid down Arthur's chest and reached the waistband of his leggings.

'Lancelot,' Arthur whispered.

Lancelot slipped the leggings from Arthur's hips and slid them down to the floor. Twas going to be a beautiful night.

---SMUT---

Arthur in all his naked glory lay before him, it took Lancelot's breath away. He ran his hands up along the inside of Arthur's thighs. Arthur writhed and moaned trying to angle himself so Lancelot could brush his hand a little higher. Lancelot smiled and moved down, he sucked and nibbled inside Arthur's thigh breathing hard, so that the air would brush against Arthur's leaking member.

'Lancelot!' Arthur shouted. Lancelot kissed tenderly, and not so tenderly along Arthur's hips. Arthur was barely holding on, shouting in frustration and need. But Lancelot realised that he had much of Arthur's body left to discover. He moved back up to Arthur's mouth and slipped his tongue inside, they were no longer kissing, they were devouring one another. Arthur grasped at Lancelot's back. Who began to rub up against Arthur. Who's cries were muffled by Lancelot's mouth. Lancelot thrust against Arthur driving him insane with desire.

'Lancelot, ahh!'

Lancelot continued to thrust against his lover as he moved lower and tasted as much sweet skin Arthur could offer him. Arthur arched into Lancelot's tongue and his repeated harsh movements. Lancelot took one of Arthur's nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. Arthur shouted in shock and pleasure. Lancelot grinned and his thrusts sped up and became more rough. Arthur clung to Lancelot desperate for more. Lancelot moved to the other nipple, Arthur had well given himself up to the heat and pleasure of Lancelot. Lancelot moved down Arthur's body sucking and biting, till he once again dug his teeth into Arthur's inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue. Arthur grasped the rug beneath him and held on for dear life shouting incoherent things.

Finally Lancelot raised his head and looked down at his prize. He breathed air down upon Arthur's shaft and it twitched awaiting him eagerly. Lancelot bent down and swallowed as much of Arthur's member as he could. Arthur cried out and thrashed wildly beneath him. Lancelot pulled back and licked his underside tenderly. Arthur bit down on his hand to stifle his screams lest someone hear. Lancelot brushed his teeth gently across the head and Arthur threw his head back groaning. Lancelot reached his hands up and fondled Arthur's balls. Arthur shouted and thrust into Lancelot's hot mouth.

'Lancelot, oh please!' Arthur begged. Lancelot pulled away and looked down at Arthur. Who looked back at him with so much love and lust in those beautiful emerald eyes. Lancelot stood and offered his hand out to Arthur.

'Come,' he whispered. Arthur was still panting and painfully aroused. However he took Lancelot's hand and let the knight lead him into the bedchamber. Arthur climbed up onto the bed and lay out before his knight. He spread his legs wide, ready for Lancelot. Lancelot shivered seeing Arthur so aroused, legs open and waiting for him.

'Tis what I have wanted, since I first saw you on the stairs of Camelot,' Lancelot whispered, he truly loved Arthur and he would never do anything to hurt him…even if it mean 'Do you want this? If not speak now, while I still have my self mastery,'

'I want this,' Arthur whispered and reached out for Lancelot 'I want you,'

Lancelot smiled and slipped off his leggings releasing his own member and climbed onto the bed into Arthur's arms. Arthur looked hungrily at Lancelot's erection and unknowingly licked his lips. Lancelot took all his self control not let Arthur suck every drop from him right there. Instead Laneclot draped himself over Arthur and pressed their bodies together. He bent down and captured those beautiful soft lips once more before reaching down Arthur's back and slipping his hand delicately over Arthur's cleft. Arthur shivered in delight. Lancelot found Arthur's opening and pushed a finger deep inside. Arthur was more than ready and cried out at the sweet invasion, arching up to Lancelot. The blonde moved his finger within and slipped in another. Arthur threw his head back and thrashed from side to side. Not being able to withstand it any longer. Lancelot withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Arthur's opening. Arthur clutched at Lancelot as he slowly pushed himself inside the hot enveloping opening. Lancelot cried out, the pleasure was intense but he made himself move slowly as Arthur dug his nails into Lancelot's back.

'I will stop if you wish it,' Lancelot offered.

'Nay!' Arthur cried and then impaled himself fully on Lancelot's cock. Lancelot cried out in pure ecstasy and pressed his forehead against Arthur's chest, panting wildly. The men revelled in the feeling of intimacy, surrounded in the heat and scent of the other. Lancelot felt Arthur all around him and it near drove him insane with desire. Arthur made himself relax, although he was in slight pain, knowing it was Lancelot inside of him made it so much more pleasurable.

'Aright?' Lancelot asked.

'Aye,'

Lancelot pulled back and thrust forward into Arthur who wrapped his legs around Lancelot and let the blonde ride him. Lancelot continued to move in and out agonizingly slow yet still so wonderful. Lancelot hit that spot within Arthur and the king threw his bed back and shouted Lancelot's name. Lancelot continued to thrust into Arthur, Arthur reached up and grasped the headboard as Lancelot pushed himself in and out of his lover.
'Lancelot please,' Arthur pleaded. Lancelot sped up his thrusts and slammed himself in and out, their thighs slapping together. Lancelot gained a grip on Arthur hips and pounded into him, moaning and whimpering,
'Oh Arthur, tight, warm, ahhhhh,'
They were both so close, Lancelot reached down and took Arthur's member in his hand and began to pump. Arthur lost all control and spilled into Lancelot's hand. He threw his head back and screamed Lancelot's name. The knight, came after hearing Arthur scream and spilled himself into his King.
Lancelot collapsed on top of his lover and they both lay their panting slowly coming down from their euphoria. Arthur ran his hands through Lancelot's hair and breathed in the other man's scent. Lancelot pulled himself out of his lover and cuddled up into Arthur's shoulder still breathing heavily.
'Arthur,' Lancelot whispered 'I be in love with you too,'
Arthur laughed at the obvious statement and rolled on top of his love.