Hi again!

So since you guys are not following me at AO3, I thought I'd post a note that this story now has a new chapter.

For the Readers- URGES mini-epilogue

for DB2020

Explicit, M/M, Complete Work


Summary:

CrackFic. Seriously. Porny crackfic inpired by a comment exchange on my Alpha-Omega Verse fic Urges.

Or; what happens when you don't respect the OP's prompt and post a variation without asking and then your characters want to make up for it. (Nah, they just wanted an excuse to have sex again... And since they're smoking hot, I let them get away with it. ) Series

Part 2 of Urges Alpha-Omega Verse


Tags: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) - Crack -Rough Sex -Hair-pulling -Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot -Humor -Bottom Merlin -Top Arthur


It is rated R, so I don't want to post it all on here. However, here is the beginning (before they lose their pants)

Notes:

Um, summary says it all...

Because I have been enlightened to the fact I didn't really pay attention to proper etiquette and ''ruined'' a good Omega!Merlin prompt. So of course Merlin wanted to bottom. Or rather, Arthur wanted to top and this turned into an absolutely Cracky fic highlighting all the kinks possible in this vast kinky world.

And I promise to be more careful in the future! ;)

Oh and completely unbeta'd because I am sorely in need of a beta who does Merlin!fic. Pretty please, anyone?


Work Text:

As soon as Merlin turned from closing the door to the Royal bedchamber, the Prince spoke.

''You've been a bad boy.''

Arthur's eyes flashed, and Merlin flinched instinctively. Then he remembered last week and straightened his spine. He was Alpha!Merlin, after all.

''What did I do this time?'' Merlin asked sullenly.

Arthur stalked closer, all up in Merlin's space. Merlin's pulse lurched a bit, and he bit his lip to keep any sounds down. Alpha!Merlin, he reminded himself.

''You know what you did.'' Arthur's voice was menacing, his lips a straight line.

Merlin wondered if he was actually angry or just putting on a show. He was very convincing either way, crowding Merlin until he was pressed against the rough wood of the door.

''No, I don't know.'' Merlin contradicted, chin jutting. Arthur's radiated body heat was beginning to wake Merlin's manhood. Merlin contradicted because it was fun to oppose Arthur, and because he really *didn't* know.

''You did not follow the original prompt. You ignored the OP's demands for an Omega!Merlin and an Alpha!Arthur.''

Arthur's voice was soft, but somehow still aggressive. And he was nosing along Merlin's sharp jaw-line and the sensation was tickly and distracting.

''But I…'' Merlin's protest trailed off when Arthur began to suck on his neck, tasting the salt of a hard day's work.

Remembering that the spot being abused was above his still-laced tunic, Merlin wrenched sideways and twisted under Arthur, hopefully before he managed to leave too much of a mark.

Arthur growled, and suddenly strong hands where tight around the fine bones of Merlin's wrists.

''You implied their preferred kink was insignificant.'' Arthur was still somehow forming complete sentences, even though his voice had gone low and rough.

Merlin's wrists were tugged up to either side of his head, held forcefully against the door. Merlin whimpered a bit, going limp before remembering he was the Alpha and anyways, it was way more fun to get Arthur properly worked up.

So even if most of Merlin's instincts urged him to sink to his knees and appease Arthur, he didn't. Instead, he straightened to his full height, which was about equal to Arthur's after all. (minus the bulky muscles, but still)

''I didn't mean to! I really didn't know.'' Merlin stared back, refusing to back down from the force of Arthur's glare.

Then he lunged his head forward, catching Arthur's wide lips in a bruising kiss. Off guard, Arthur allowed Merlin to take control of his mouth; the little rasping sound in Arthur's throat caused Merlin's hips to roll uneasily. It reminded him of the sounds Arthur had made in the woods, and whipped fire through Merlin's veins. Merlin leaned forward more, straining against Arthur's grip on his wrists. He plunged his tongue deep into the heat of Arthur's mouth, then sucked on his bottom lip.

Arthur growled, and then he was pushing back against Merlin. Crushing him against the door and suddenly the kiss was a battle, all knocking teeth and tongue lashing.

Pulling away with a gasp, the Prince gritted out. ''You're doing it again.''

''I didn't do it on purpose.'' Merlin's argument was sincere, even if his voice was way too breathless and his eyes were dark and slightly unfocused. ''You're so hot,'' Merlin thought, though he didn't voice it.

Arthur's hips pushed forward, pressed into Merlin's hip and- oh. Merlin could *feel* Arthur through his breeches. Arthur began to grind against Merlin and the dynamic switched again. Arthur moved smoothly; slow controlled strokes that made his servant gasp and bite his lip.

Merlin couldn't help jerking his own pelvis, twisting uncomfortably. Arthur frowned when his rhythm was disrupted; his hands dropped from Merlin's wrists to grab his hips and hold him tight, almost forcing him to stop moving. Merlin wriggled anyway, because his own hardness wasn't in the right position, crushed sideways and down and even if Arthur's eyes hooded at the sensation of humping Merlin through their clothes, it wasn't nearly as pleasant for his servant.

''The OP doesn't mind.'' Merlin said, voice muffled by the tunic that Arthur's impatient hands were tugging over his head.

Arthur grunted, running blunt fingers over the pale canvas of Merlin's torso. He splayed his fingers in rough caresses, making his slow way down clenching abs and sending jolts of need straight to Merlin's groin.

''You read the fic.'' Merlin's voice cracked and his head thunked against the door because Arthur was now licking a wet stripe right over Merlin's nipple.

''It..It's the faa-ault of the Lady-thingy-of-the-woods. Gah.''

Arthur was making pursuing the argument absolutely impossible because his right hand had now slithered back and was firmly grasping Merlin's behind through his pants. Merlin's left knee rose instinctively, wrapping around Arthur and allowing him more access.

The position also had the advantage of allowing more direct genital rubbing. Merlin considered spelling their pants away and being done with it, then remembered his magic was still a secret.

''Be quiet.''

Arthur pulled away suddenly. Merlin swallowed and he didn't whine at the loss. Not really.

Arthur stepped backwards, needing more space between them before he went all Royal on Merlin.

''You will make atonement now.''

The Royal Thing was something Merlin suspected Uther had taught his son in the cradle. Arthur squared his shoulders, cocked an eyebrow in haughty impatience and regarded Merlin with absolute expectation that he would obey whatever he demanded. Sadly, it usually worked; mostly because Merlin knew that butting heads with Arthur when he was really determined was absolutely useless.

Prat.

Royal Prat.

Drop-dead gorgeous Royal Prat.

The Royal Thing apparently worked even if Arthur's blond curls were all tousled, even if his lips were shiny and red and there was a major bulge in his leather trousers. Merlin's privates tingled and he already knew he would say yes to whatever Arthur requested.

So much for Alpha!Merlin…

And while Merlin mused about Arthur's use of his birthright in the bedroom, Arthur apparently realized his man-servant was distracted and not paying proper attention to him.

''Ow!''

Merlin yelped because he really hadn't expected a fist in his hair.

''Gods, Arthur… '' Merlin followed Arthur off-balance, ending up thrown half over the foot of the Royal bed. As soon as Arthur's fingers left his dark curls and Merlin could actually think, he looked over his shoulder accusingly.

''Did you really have to do that?'' Merlin grouched, wondering if Arthur had noticed that the move had nearly been enough to make him spend in his pants. Merlin filed the thought away for later exploring.

'' You could have just asked…'' Merlin's breath caught because Arthur's fingers were working his laces and his prick throbbed intensely.

Of course, Arthur stopped freeing him then, until Merlin craned his neck and so spied a cheeky smirk that made Merlin simultaneously want to smack him and kiss him.

''Much more fun this way.'' Arthur proclaimed, and Merlin didn't even answer that. Instead he rolled his hips, reminding Arthur what he'd been about.

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French Caresse