Chapter 2: Poetry with the Immortal Knight

Over the next few days, he finds himself seeking the servant out, wanting to feel that touch again, that electricity that makes his skin tingle, maybe even see his dazzling smile, anything really. He's desperate for something, anything, everything - he's never wanted a man, no, never wanted anyone, the way he wants for Merlin.

He wants him so bad. God help him, he wants him.

Under him, screaming his name. Riding him with wild abandon. In the stables. No, the kitchen as a late night snack. Anywhere. Everywhere. He wants to see him writing in ecstasy. He wants to feel him at his backside, mounting him like an animal. Any position, any way possible, he doesn't care.

He just. wants. Merlin. He needs him.

But how does he even ask? He can't just walk right up to the younger man and ask him for sex. Can he? No, he can't. He has to ask someone, or well, several someones, get their input on his problem. They'll be able to help him.

So, he asks. He gathers them all together - Percival, Gwaine, Elyan, and Mordred - at the Rising Sun, offering to buy the first round, and they take a corner table. He thought of inviting the King, but he couldn't, he just couldn't pry in his King's private affairs. But it's okay, he has several others he can ask.

So, when the drinks arrive, he does just that, he simply asks. "So…poetry…" okay, he can't ask. He can't get the words out.

They look at him a moment, then at each other, and then back at him. He feels his face heating.

"What about it, Mate?" Gwaine asks. He has a smile on his face that tells the eldest knight he already knows what he's wanting.

"Well um, the…the poetry lessons…" God, he's stuttering so bad right now. "You know…? And I…well, that is to say…um…"

Gwaine's grinning now. And Elyan's smiling. Percival's blushing. And Mordred is just staring blankly.

"You want a poetry lesson of your own," the youngest knight says, his emotions well hidden.

He laughs, a short nervous chuckle, hand running through his blond curls, and he nods. "I uh, I kept finding you all and just…well, it's hard to say…but I um - "

"Can't get the idea out of your head?" Elyan offers, he nods again.

"How did it all start? I mean…did you ask, did he? I don't know what to do." There, he finally said it.

They're quiet for a moment, the four of them, thinking back in their minds, and Leon watches them, waiting with bated breath.

"I thought I pulled a muscle in my shoulder during practice, he checked it, told me I had a knot there, massaged it, and it got um," Percival pauses, glancing down to his lap, looking for the words. "I couldn't help it, and he knew what was wrong and he um, he offered to help me out. I couldn't say no."

A light blush touches his face and the eldest knight stares, they all do. That's the most the gentle giant's ever said at any given time.

"Well, for me, Merls and I got drunk, and he took me back to my room," the rogue says then his eyes narrow in thought. "It's all a little fuzzy but I think he came onto me, not that I mind, I love the man," he smiles at that. "Been buggering ever since."

He nods and then looks to Elyan and Mordred who're sitting across the table from him.

"It was in the woods," the dark knight starts, "He had to find some special plants that Gaius needed, but it was in an area where bandits like to hang out, so I went with him for protection. We were just talking and joking around and he just looked so happy, and I just couldn't help myself. I kissed him." He chuckles, thinking back on the memory, "For a moment, I was scared, I thought maybe I ruined our friendship, but then he kissed back. And we only got closer after that."

He nods to this too, understanding how the man must've felt. Then he looks to the youngest knight. "And you?"

Mordred rubs the back of his neck, staring down into his drink. "We um…we were fighting, arguing, I'm not sure what about," but something in his eyes says he remembers, but the eldest knight doesn't press for information. "It just…it got so heated and he pushed me up against the wall and I um…" his cheeks start turning red, "Gods, the look he was giving me," he shudders, "Somehow it lead to us kissing and just…y-yeah, it just…happened."

"I see. Was he rough then too?" he'll blame the ale on how blunt that question is.

The youngest knight only nods as an answer.

"What's he like?" he asks this to them all. Yep, he's definitely blaming the ale. But it's okay, he's finally getting the answers he needs.

"Sweet and gentle," Percival answers simply.

"Very needy for me," Elyan says, "And we're a bit rough."

Gwaine smiles, "Kinky, just…kinky. There was this one time with honey - "

"He's like a god!" Mordred interrupts, his voice a bit too loud, drawing unnecessary attention from the other patrons and he blushes, shrinking in on himself. "S-sorry," he mumbles. Looks like the ale's getting to him too.

Leon smiles, as do the others. "So…um…I know he tops with Mordred but what about the rest of you?" This he definitely has to know, his fantasies have him doing both.

"Bottom, always," Elyan says. "Never really thought 'bout what it'd be like to take it."

"Oh, Mate, you're missing out. Like our young friend here said, he's like a God. Gives it just as good as he takes it."

"So, you've let him…?" he can't finish the question.

Gwaine nods, "Oh yeah, I don't care who gives and takes as long as it's good. And boy, lemme tell ya, it's good."

"I'll keep that in mind." And he will, he means it. He looks at Percival.

"Takes it, but he's usually in control. Very…dominating," he nods once at the word.

"And we already know about how Mordred likes it," the rogue wiggles his eyebrows, causing the younger male to hide his face.

"So, you've never taken him?" he asks the boy.

Mordred shifts sharply, eyes wide, "Gods no!" he exclaims. "That's just…no…I could never - I mean, once, I thought about it, but no, I couldn't…not to him…he's just so…and I just…" he groans, at a loss for words.

"He worships him," the gentle giant answers with a smile and the boy hides his face again.

"So, what about Arthur?" he surprises himself with the question. He hadn't even been thinking about the King, nor his escapades with the servant.

They look at him, even Mordred who peeks up over his arm, and then glance between each other.

"What about him?" Elyan asks.

"He and Merlin, what about their…poetry lessons? I wanted to ask him, but I can't. It's not my place."

"Oh they're not buggering," Gwaine says with conviction. "Merls won't get between the Princess and his wife. He may sleep around but he's got standards. Though, he did once say he wanted to."

Leon raises a brow at that. "But…I caught them…in a corridor." The eyes are on him, shocked and startled. Immediately, the men are asking for details, and he provides. "Well, it was awhile back, when all those weird things were happening - doors slamming shut, torches blowing out in a gust of wind," he sees Percival rub his arm where a newly pink scar rests, "the chandelier falling on the Round Table? Those things?"

They nod. How could anyone forget? Everyone was in a fright and rumors of Uther's ghost floated around for ages.

"Well, I was patrolling and came across the two of them, they were in a dark corridor, and they looked…well, like they'd been caught doing something they didn't want anyone to know about. It was all suspicious and more so when Merlin said he was teaching Arthur poetry. Obviously, he wasn't."

"Nah, Merls wasn't teaching him poetry, good excuse though, right?" Gwaine grins. "But they weren't buggering either."

"They weren't? But…they were just so…" he's not even sure how to describe it.

The rogue nods, "Yeah, I know whatcha mean, but they're not. Nah, Merls told me 'bout that. He said something 'bout the Princess setting Uther's ghost free and they were sneaking 'round trying to stop him from killing anybody."

"Oh."

"And like I said, Merls has standards. He won't sleep with a taken man."

Leon nods to this, then starts to let his mind wander. He's learned a lot tonight. But still, there's something he needs advice on. He's still not sure how to go about asking Merlin for a "poetry" lesson.

He downs the rest of his tankard and orders more, except for Mordred who's leaning heavily against Elyan.

"So, one last thing," he starts. "How do I ask for…you know," he makes a motion with his hands, though honestly, he's not sure if the motion conveys his issue.

"Just ask," the gentle giant says. "Just walk right up and ask him."

"Or just kiss him. Worked for me," Elyan answers.

Gwaine nods. "Don't beat around the bush, just ask like Percy said."

"Say you want him," Mordred answers with a slight slur to his voice. He's drunk, and he hasn't even finished one drink yet. "Look 'im in the eyes an' jus…jus' tell 'im you want 'im to fuck ya," he giggles on the lewd word.

"Looks like someone's had a bit too much," Elyan starts to stand. "I'm gonna get him to his chambers. Good luck in your conquests, Leon," he says, pulling the youngest knight's arm over his shoulder. "G'night."

They bid 'good night' and watch the two walk away, or well, it's more like Elyan dragging a sack of rocks with the way Mordred leans on him.

"So…just ask then?"

He gets two nods. "Just ask," Percival confirms.

"Though, maybe not how our young friend said to, unless of course you're interested in a rough n' rowdy time," Gwaine comments with a smile. "But if that's what you want then who'm I to say no?"

"I won't lie, I did imagine it after seeing him and Mordred on the tower roof," it's one of his favorite fantasies already, but he's not sure about it. "But I've never…you know…with a man."

The rogue nods in understanding. "Definitely don't go that route. Merls wouldn't jump yer bones like he does Mordred's, he'd be a lot gentler, but it ain't a good place to start unless ya really wanna."

"He wouldn't do that anyway, not your first time with him. He's very considerate in that way."

"In a lot of ways," Leon says. Because Merlin is considerate, he's kind and compassionate, and he's so giving and lovable. "You guys were a lot of help, thank you."

"No problem," Gwaine says while Percival just nods.

"I'm gonna get going, got a lot to think about," he starts to stand and then thinks of something else to ask. "Do you guys always do it where you can be found?"

That earns him a grin from the rogue and a blush from the giant.

"Most of the time," Gwaine answers, "It's part of the fun."

"Only sometimes. I like the bedroom more, but sometimes…" Percival trails for a moment, "Like in the library."

Leon nods. He's not against doing anything where prying eyes can see, but he'd rather have the privacy of his chambers than anything else. "Thanks again. G'night."

They bid him 'good night' too and he leaves to think about the conversation tonight. He really does have a lot to think about, and he has to find a way to approach Merlin and ask him for a poetry lesson. But now that he's sought the advice of his comrades, his friends, he doesn't feel quite so nervous.

Leon has a plan. He's going to find Merlin, he's going to take him aside, and he's going to ask him for a poetry lesson. Simple as that. His nerves are quivering just at the thought of talking to the servant, but he's going to ignore them and just. ask.

He finds him the next day after training, he's sitting on a crate in the armory, a bracer on his knee and a polishing cloth in his hand. He's focused, eyes on the metal, tongue between teeth, jacket off and sleeves rolled up, and Leon's heart pounds in his chest.

The other knights are there too, they all came in together, and he wants them out. He can't ask, let alone talk, with them all there. So, he takes his sweet time removing his armor, they flash him looks from time to time. Eventually, he nods once at them, telling them with a look of his own to get out.

Gwaine smirks and walks out with the others after giving the elder knight a 'thumbs up'. Elyan is the same, without the smirk. Percival is quiet, as always, but he gives the man a small smile. Mordred follows, head down to hide the faint blush on his cheeks - does he remember the conversation from last night?

Leon takes a moment to gather himself once the door closes. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly, his nerves settle but only a fraction. It's now or never.

"Merlin?"

"Hm?" he doesn't look up from his work.

"Can I…um…can I ask you something?" he moves closer, he has to.

He looks up then, a playful smile on his plump pink lips. "You just did," he jests. But then he sees something in the man, his nervousness?, and he straightens up, the playful glint disappearing. "What do you need, Leon?"

He swallows past the lump in his throat. "I um… I would like to ask…" he lets out a breath that shudders. He just has to say it. Tell him what he wants.

"Just walk right up and ask him." "Or just kiss him. Worked for me." "Don't beat around the bush, just ask like Percy said." "Say you wan' 'im. Look 'im in the eyes an' jus…jus' tell 'im you wan' 'im t' fuck ya."

Right. Just ask. But not like Mordred said to, definitely not like that. "Poetry," he blurts out.

"Poetry?"

He nods once. No backing out now. "I want you to…teach me some poetry." Okay, so he's beating around the bush a little bit, sorry Gwaine.

Merlin's eyes flash in understanding. "I'd be more than willing to teach you some poetry, Leon."

"You will?"

A short nod. "Of course, if it's what you want."

"God yes!" he blurts out again and feels his face heat up from that, it earns him a gentle chuckle. "I mean, um, yes, I very much want you to teach me poetry. Please."

"Very well, when and where?"

"When and…?" he…hadn't thought that far ahead. His mind blanks suddenly, having used the majority of power on just asking. "Um…"

"How about your chambers?" Merlin offers. "Tonight? If you're okay with that?"

That sounds good. Tonight, in his room. Yes, good idea. "I-I'm okay with that," he nods, a small smile on his face. "Tonight, my room."

"I'll see you tonight then." The smile he gives the knight makes his heart tremble in his chest.

Tonight.

Leon paces his chambers, his nerves trembling with excitement. After so long - really, it's only been a few weeks since he caught Arthur and Merlin together - but it feels like forever since that night, since his fantasies started. And they're finally coming true, he's finally going to have Merlin in his bed.

He's so happy that he could burst!

knock knock. He jumps and turns sharply to face the door.

"Leon?" it's Merlin. He's here. Oh God, he's actually here.

And he's waiting.

He rushes to the door, then takes a moment to gather himself. He's been thinking about this all day. "Hello," he greets, surprisingly casual, as he opens the door.

Merlin stands there, a gentle smile on his face, wearing his usual outfit. "Evening, Leon," his voice is low and it sends a shiver down his spine. "Might I come in?"

"Of course," everything feels normal, almost as though it's just a simple visit between friends. He stands aside, watching the servant enter, and closes the door. He wonders if he should lock it, then changes his mind. Nobody should bother them…hopefully.

"So…um…" he's not really sure what to say. The nervousness is back.

Blue eyes glance at him, the younger man is calm. "Let's sit down, shall we?" he motions to the bed.

Leon nods once. That's a good place to start. But oh God, what if they're gonna start? He tries to swallow the lump in his throat. Oh God, it's actually gonna happen.

"Leon," a gentle hand touches his shoulder. "It's okay, we're just gonna sit for a minute, okay?"

He nods again and takes a place on the side of his bed, and he looks back at Merlin. The man is taking off his jacket, slowly, and folding it over the back of a chair, then he joins him on the edge of the bed, only sitting next to him.

Merlin's on his bed. Merlin is on. his. Bed. Oh God.

And now he's sweating.

"Leon, it's okay if you don't want to do this. We can just sit here and talk, if you'd prefer."

"What?" he asks dumbly, his eyes shifting quickly to the other. "No! I want to…it's just…" he feels his face heating.

"You've never been with a man before?" the servant offers and he nods, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment.

Why's he getting all embarrassed? He's in his 30's for fuck's sake. He's a seasoned warrior, he's killed people, he's been to war. He shouldn't be getting all embarrassed like a…like a…like fuck!

A calloused, but soft, hand touches his and he nearly jumps out of his skin. "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with that. We'll start slow, take it easy. We won't do anything you don't want to, okay?"

He nods. "C-can I…can we…kiss?" Elyan had said that he started with a kiss, maybe he can too.

Another gentle hand touches his cheek, turning his head so he's looking at Merlin, and his heart stutters - his eyes are so blue.

"Close your eyes."

He does, his nerves skyrocketing. And then he feels…he feels soft plump lips touch his, only briefly, and a shuddering breath escapes him. His fingers twitch, taking hold of the hand on his.

Lips touch again and he leans into it, kissing back. The hand on his face moves to rest on his neck, and he strokes his cheek with his thumb, he's so gentle, and the eldest knight feels himself relaxing.

They pull apart after what feels both like an eternity and only seconds. He finds himself smiling at his friend. "That was nice, I like it."

A soft chuckle, "I'm glad."

"Can we kiss again?"

Another chuckle, "Of course, anything you want, Leon."

The way he says his name, so sweet, it makes his body tingle. He leans forward, their mouths meeting again, this time he's firmer, he wants to taste the young man, wants to know what a real kiss with him would be like.

His tongue slides out, swiping at the other's mouth, and Merlin complies easily, letting him in, and they explore one another. It's slow, sweet, not at all like in his fantasies, but he couldn't be happier.

His free hand goes to the servant's waist, he pulls him closer, he wants to feel him against his body. Merlin shifts and then he's straddling him, his legs on either side of him, he's sitting in his lap, both hands on him, his own hands on a thin waist, one slender hand slides into his strawberry curls.

They pull apart again, breath coming in short gasps, foreheads resting together. He's still smiling.

"Wow," he breathes. "Just…wow."

Merlin smiles back, his eyes glittering. "You're not as nervous anymore."

He's right, he isn't as nervous, he's more relaxed, he can feel it. He's also a bit warm too, and the proximity with the younger man isn't helping matters, but he's not worried or nervous about it anymore.

"I wanna go all the way," he says, "But you take the lead."

"Are you sure?"

He nods once. "Yes, I am. And I'm in your hands. Teach me this poetry I've heard about." Oh yeah, he's definitely relaxed, for sure. And he definitely wants Merlin to take the lead here because while he may be a warrior, he's got no experience with men.

"Very well, if that's your wish," his hands shift, sliding down his body to his hips, and slender fingers take hold of the hem on his nightshirt.

Leon complies, pulling the shirt up and off, and those hands are on his chest now, one resting over his heart - can he feel how his heart is trying to break through his rib cage?

"You've a beautiful body, Leon," he breathes, shifting to kiss a trail along his jaw. "All hard muscle from years of training as a knight. Simply beautiful."

He feels his face heat at that, "Th-thanks," and the stutter's back. Great.

That wonderful mouth stops on his neck, sucking his skin lightly, and the hands are caressing his torso, a set of fingers starts playing with a nipple. His fingers are electric again, like when he touched him in the staircase.

His breath shudders. Oh God, he's so warm right now.

And he feels something hard against him, between their bodies, Merlin's hard for him. Merlin is hard. for. him. Oh God. And he's hard too. When did that happen? And now that he's realized it, his member twitches.

His breeches are too tight and everything's so warm.

His hands move of their own accord, sliding under the faded blue tunic - the skin beneath is soft, smooth, and Merlin removes his hands for a moment to remove the article of clothing. Then those hands are on him again, on his shoulders, and the blue eyes are staring into his own.

"You're sure you want to go all the way?"

He nods. "Yes, absolutely, please."

"Just wanted to make sure." Merlin shifts, sliding off his lap but before he can protest, a slender finger is against his mouth. "Patience. Why don't you lie back and get comfortable, yeah?"

He nods again, just once, and moves off the edge of the bed and onto it, leaning against the pillows, but not before removing his breeches - they're too tight and he's too warm. From his place, he watches the younger man unclothe, removing his shoes and breeches, he's not wearing any socks.

And Merlin is beautiful. His long body is thin but there's a surprising amount of muscle, his pale skin has a soft of ethereal glow to it in the candlelight, and for once, he's moving with grace instead of stumbling, and those eyes - they're brilliant, sparkling like the stars in the night sky, and they're watching him.

Then, then that beautiful ethereal man is on the bed again, kneeling beside him, pink lips on his mouth, and they're kissing, slow and sweet. He rests a hand on the younger male, and feels a hand not his own sliding onto his leg. Fingers caress, gliding up his thigh and to his groin, his breath hitches in his throat, his heart stutters as those same fingers flutter over his hard member and then wrap around gently.

"Fuck me," he groans, earning a chuckle. The hand pumps him, slow and sweet like the kiss.

"Soon, Leon, soon." Another kiss, a brief touch of the lips, and Merlin shifts, straddling his thighs. He leans back, there's a small bottle in his free hand, oil, and in one fluid movement, he unstops the bottle and pours some onto the elder knight's member.

It's cool against his heated flesh but it quickly warms, and Merlin shifts again, still straddling him, but he's also leaning against him, positioning himself so he can take Leon's member into him.

The knight's hands move to the narrow hips, moving of their own accord, steadying him, the tip of his member touching a heated hole, and then he's sliding into Merlin, into a hot cavern with velvet walls, and he leans back into his pillows, breath hitching.

Soft lips are kissing him, along his jaw and his neck and his collarbone, and a low groan touches his skin as the man above him takes all of him in and eventually settles on his lap. His own hands are caressing the hips, gently, rubbing small circles on soft flesh.

"Fuck," the servant curses breathlessly with a quiet moan.

"You okay, Merlin?" he has to ask, the man is still, his breathing coming quick.

"M-yeah, just gimme a moment," his voice is low and rough, and the words are barely said. He shifts.

And Leon, his heart is pounding against his ribs again, the cavern around his member is hot, velvet soft and tight, it's gripping him in a way no woman has ever done, and it makes him want to never leave. His hips twitch, wanting to move, to thrust up, but he controls himself.

And Merlin's moving again, pulling his own hips up and sliding back down, slow and sweet, and the knight complies, moving with him, and they groan together. The pace is set, they slide together perfectly, hips meeting hips, and Merlin's member bobs against his stomach, unattended to.

The younger man leans back, hands on the knight's chest, and the knight looks up at him, mesmerized by the beauty above him. Plump pink lips are parted, the eyes fluttering, pale skin shining, and he wants more.

He needs more. Now.

With a startled gasp from his partner, he flips their positions in a fluid movement, Merlin's on his back now beneath him and he's above, he kisses the pink lips, setting a new pace, a faster pace.

An arm loops around his shoulders, pulling him ever the more closer, fingers digging into the skin of his back, and the other hand is on his bicep, held firmly, and long legs wrap around him, hooking onto his thighs.

The bed creaks with every thrust, the sound being drowned out by moans of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping skin.

Leon rises higher and higher, his body electric where the servant touches, heat pools in his gut, the coils tightening, he's close now, so so close. He shifts, trying to bury himself deeper into the beauty beneath him, and Merlin arches against him, a keening moan pulled from his throat.

"There," he gasps, "Harder."

The knight complies, one hand grips the headboard for support, and he lets loose, he pounds into the velvet heat with force, the breathless moans spurring him on, and he's finding himself at the edge of euphoria.

The hand on his bicep moves, dipping between their bodies, fingers wrap around a weeping member, pumping rapidly. Merlin climaxes, a soft cry from parted pink lips, his seed spilling on stomach and chest body arching against the knight, and those velvet walls tighten around the invading member, pulling his partner over the edge.

Leon comes hard, muscles tensing, hips flush against hips, painting the servant's insides white with his seed, filling him to the brim, a low groan yanked from his throat. He rocks with the climax, the velvet walls milking him dry, leaving him breathless, and he can't hold himself up any longer.

They lay together, Leon on top of Merlin, bodies entwined together, and they pant and gasp, riding the highs of euphoria, and then slowly coming back to reality.

"Wow," he breathes. The fantasies he's been having are nothing compared to the real deal.

"Very wow," his partner agrees. Fingers slide into strawberry curls, gentle and just simply, playing with the strands.

He can't help but relax, burying his face against a pale neck. "Thank you, Merlin," his voice is rough but a whisper of air.

"Anything for you, Leon."

He feels the plump lips press against the top of his head and he smiles, content and happy.

* there we are, the end of the story. I might add the extra scenes between Merlin and the other knights, or just make that into another story all-together. We'll see. I guess it depends on if ya'll want the extras or not.

Hope you enjoyed the story, and hey, maybe leave a review and lemme know what ya'll thought? Thanks