They were led to a room in silence, a quarter smile decorating Blythe's face all the while. In fact, that smile seemed to be painted on, never leaving entirely. It irritated Merlin all the while.
The room was large and well lit. Windows decorated the walls, showing off a landscape different to the one they rode over to get here, suggesting they were on the other side of the mountain. The room equalled Arthur's back in Camelot, rich with dark colors on the walls, deep blues and greens. A large four poster bed was pushed up against the wall, made up with sheets of rich blue colour.
Blythe and Arthur strode in, but Merlin hesitated in the door. Blythe conjured an impressive looking chair out of thin air, and three goblets along with a pitcher. Arthur watched him carefully, distancing himself slightly.
Blythe turned to them, holding up the pitcher. "Wine?" he offered. His brown hair turned slightly copper in the sun light.
Arthur looked back at Merlin, who gave him a serious gaze in return. Arthur nodded in understanding and looked back to the man. "No, thank you." Blythe just shrugged and poured himself some, giving Merlin a knowing smile.
"It has to be willing, Merlin." he said, taking a long drink from his cup.
Merlin entered the room and came to stand next to Arthur, trying not took look at his friend, but feeling his heavy gaze upon him. "It is. I'm just nervous."
Blythe laughed. "You trust Arthur, you should be fine. There is everything you need in the night stand beside the bed."
Merlin looked over at Arthur, who was still watching him. "Would you like help with your armour then?" Merlin asked.
Arthur nodded, and began working at the straps and belts as well. As they worked, Blythe simply watched, sipping his wine. Merlin looked him over curiously. It must be vanity, keeping himself as young as he did. Blythe caught him watching and his green eyes bored into Merlin's.
"Ask Merlin, I shall not demand a price for your curiosity."
Merlin tore his eyes away from the man and finished with the strap he was currently fumbling with before speaking. "They say you are thousands of years old. Is this true?"
Blythe laughed. "I have forgotten over the years. After a while, age holds little importance." he cocked his and watched them as they removed layers of armour. "That is not your only question, I can feel it."
"Merlin is a never ending cavern of questions." Arthur said, somewhat affectionately.
Merlin helped Arthur pull the heavy chainmail from his body. Butterflies swirled in Merlin's stomach. Looking away from the man, he turned back to Blythe. "In the books of old, they spoke of beings with eyes such as yours. They lived long and had great gifts. Are you like them? Are you born of the fae?"
Blythe smiled, a true smile that lit up his face and revealed slightly pointed teeth. "You are a clever boy. I was born of a naughty faery and of a maid in the realm of men. I was exiled from my home." he said, raising his head proudly.
Merlin smiled, his curiosity having been satisfied. He reached over for the next thing to remove, but found there was no remaining armour. Arthur stood before him in his pants and thin white shirt. Sometime during their conversations, his boots had been removed. Merlin's eyes widened, and his breathing shallow. Uncertain of what to do next, he tentatively reach down to undo Arthur's breeches, not looking at his face, but instead at his work.
Arthur caught his wrists and Merlin looked up at him, nervous and embarrassed, face heating. "Not yet." Arthur said gently.
Merlin blushed and looked down, very aware that all eyes were on him. "I don't know where to start." he said, blushing furiously.
Arthur chuckled, not condescendingly, but reassuringly. "And you think I do?" Merlin played with his own sleeves, still looking down. Arthur took his chin in his hand and forced Merlin to look at him. "Do you trust me?" Arthur said.
Merlin looked into his eyes and found that he did. He trusted Arthur fully. He nodded. Arthur laughed lightly. He looked over to Blythe, then back at Merlin. "Then we start from the begin." he said quietly.
He dropped his hand from Merlin's chin to his hips, pulling him close. Merlin's breathing spiked, an odd sense of pleasure building. He trusted Arthur.
Arthur leaned in and kissed him once, lightly on the lips, testing. He barely had time to pull back fully, before Merlin leaned in and deepened their kiss. Merlin felt Arthur sigh against his lips, and Merlin used the opportunity to explore and test out different things.
Arthur turned them slightly, so that they were both visible in profile to Blythe, who said nothing at all. Merlin wasn't bothered enough to look and see what the man was doing. Arthur's thumbs rubbed at Merlin's hip bones soothingly, then his fingers slipped down to undo Merlin's breeches. Merlin pulled back slightly, but Arthur gave him a tug, pulling him closer and breaking their kiss. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at Merlin. "Still trust me?" he murmured, just loud enough for Merlin to hear.
"Yes." Merlin breathed. "You aren't nervous?" he said as Arthur started trailing kisses down Merlin's neck to his collar bone.
Arthur worked at the last of the knots. "No. I perform for a kingdom every day, this feels no different." Arthur chuckled. "Although, I'm not naked when I address my people."
Merlin laughed, despite himself, feeling a bit of the tension erase itself. That was until Arthur finished undoing his breeches and spun him around, so Merlin's back was against Arthur's chest, and he was fully facing Blythe. Arthur's hand slid down into Merlin's pants and grasped him, stroking him inside the confines of his breeches.
Merlin jumped and tried to pull away, his face flushing scarlet again, but Arthur placed a hand on Merlin's hip, rooting him to the spot. Merlin moan with pleasure and embarrassment, realizing he was becoming hard with each tug Arthur gave him.
Sensing his discomfort and embarrassment, Arthur chuckled. "Relax Merlin," he said gently, "that's the point." he murmured, pulling Merlin back against him. He could feel Arthur coming to life behind him, on his rear. Merlin's breathing increased in speed, and he looked over his shoulder at Arthur behind him. Arthur smiled reassuringly. "Look at him." Arthur whispered, his eyes flicking over to Blythe. "He wants a show, so we will give him one." he said just loud enough for Merlin to hear, then kissed his neck slowly, trailing down to his shoulder where he stopped to suck at a spot lightly.
Merlin shuddered and hesitated, then looked over at Blythe. Blythe watched them both from his chair. He was seated cross legged, leaning forwards slightly, his face indifferent, but his eyes showed signs of satisfaction, but not arousal at the scene before him. He didn't gloat, or force anything. He simply watched. His eyes left Arthur's hand in Merlin's pants, and met Merlin's gaze.
Merlin sucked in a deep breath and pushed back into Arthur, moving his hips gently. Arthur let out a moan of approval and met his movements halfway. Merlin was panting lightly under Arthur's steady movements. They were becoming more teasing then anything, and Merlin tried to entice more from Arthur, but he got nothing.
Merlin protests were muffled but a hot, sloppy kiss. Merlin's eyes rolled back in his head and his eyes fluttered shut as Arthur ran his thumb across the head of Merlin's cock. The ring on Arthur's thumb was surprisingly warm, Merlin had expected more of a chill from it.
Without warning, Merlin was spun and pushed up onto the bed on his back. Deft fingers worked at this clothing before he could protest or understand what was happening. The hand was gone from his cock and he felt surprisingly unhappy at it's disappearance. Arthur yanked the shirt off his body, then from his own. Merlin couldn't help but stare. He felt lost and needy, and it was Arthur who was the one who was meant to show him the way.
Merlin looked over to Blythe, who was staring at him intensely. Merlin was all too aware of how hard he was, and as Arthur slowly pulled his pants down, exposing him to everyone, he almost groaned. He hadn't wanted to like this as much as he did, especially not with Arthur here.
Completely naked on the bed, Merlin sat up and went to bring his knees to his chest to hide himself, but Arthur stopped him. He pushed Merlin onto his back on the bed, then climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Arthur grabbed Merlin's wrists and pinned them above his head, stretching out over the man, his length pressed up against Merlin's, laying gently on top of him. Merlin moaned freely as Arthur started to move his hips, his back arching to meet Arthur's thrusts eagerly.
Arthur laughed and kissed Merlin, who was only happy to comply with Arthur's demanding lips. Becoming slightly bold, Merlin nipped at Arthur's lips affectionately. Arthur pulled back and smiled, licking his lip slowly. Merlin shuddered beneath him, crying out when Arthur moved his hips in a particularly sensual fashion, and then disappear completely. Arthur peeled himself from Merlin's body and slid over to the bedside table.
Merlin pushed himself onto his elbows, and his eyes slid down Arthur's back, over his backside, then flicked his eyes over to Blythe, who was always watching. Merlin was painfully aware of his erection and sweat covered body, but Blythe didn't seem to notice. He looked Merlin in the eyes, as if he was searching for something within. Merlin shuddered, then recognized the look Blythe was giving him. It was that of happiness and contentment.
Merlin wondered how long ago Blythe was exiled into loneliness and left in a world of unhappiness. His only way of attracting people to him was through torment and lust. It was wrong, horribly wrong, but Merlin understood the loneliness.
Arthur slipped back onto Merlin's lap, snapping his attention back to the blonde. He held a thin vial in his hand, it's liquid a honey colour. Arthur's eyes traveled up Merlin's body slowly. Merlin couldn't help but feel turned on. He had always held an interest in the King, never voicing it. It was incredibly arousing to have that same man look at him as he did now.
"This will be easier if you kneel and grasp the back board at the foot of the bed." Arthur said, his voice soft, regret clouding his eyes.
Merlin nodded and scrambled to comply with Arthur's request. Once in that position, he felt the bed shift as Arthur climbed behind him. One hand rested lightly on Merlin's back, the other slipping between his legs. Merlin moaned lightly as Arthur's fingers trailed over his balls and up his cock, giving him a squeeze, stroking him twice. Then his fingers slipped much lower, fingering Merlin's entrance. Merlin looked over at Blythe, who was watching, mesmerized.
Arthur slipped a finger in, tentatively and slowly, trying to cause as little discomfort as he could manage. Merlin squirmed, trying to move away from the intrusion, but Arthur held him firmly in place. "Relax." Arthur whispered to him, over and over. Merlin tried, but couldn't help himself but tense at each movement.
Arthur slipped another finger in, moaning gently. Once Merlin stopped squirming, his fingers curling and knuckles whitening against the backboard, Arthur dropped the hand from his hips and start stroking him again. Merlin's breathing stuttered and he sighed. Slowly, Arthur worked another finger in, always giving Merlin time to adjust.
"How do you know what to do?" Merlin whispered once he had become comfortable with the third fingers. Arthur brushed something deep within, something Merlin didn't realize he could be touched in such a way. He bucked his hips, desperately trying to get that same feeling again, his question momentarily forgotten.
A voice pulled him out from his lust filled haze, Blythe's. "Yes Arthur, why don't you tell him?" he said. Merlin had almost forgotten about the man through his discomfort and pleasure.
There was silence behind him, and Arthur's fingers brushed that spot within him again, but Merlin was determined to remember his question. "I wouldn't ever judge you, Sire." Merlin breathed.
There was a pause, then Arthur cleared his throat. "I have taken men as my lovers before." he said quietly. Merlin looked over at Blythe, who had closed his eyes. A look of peace and contentment settling across his feature. Merlin turned back to Arthur, who was regarding him through weary eyes.
Merlin kissed him roughly. "Then show me what you can do." he said, his voice thick with lust. He sounded much more confident than he felt. But his words did the trick. Arthur shuddered and gently pulled his fingers out. Merlin cried out at the loss, with both thankfulness and confusion. Blythe opened his eyes and looked back over to them.
Arthur's lips appeared at Merlin's ear, whispering softly. "I will go slowly, but this will still hurt." Merlin nodded. Arthur sighed. "I'm sorry." he said, leaning down and trail kisses down Merlin's spine.
Then a stretching heat surprised Merlin. He gripped the headboard with renewed desperation and strength. He tried to move away from the pain, but again Arthur held him still. Despite the oil and preparations, Merlin was still in pain at the entry. Arthur gasped and moaned loudly as he very slowly slipped in. He paused, giving Merlin time to adjust before pushing in further.
It was a slow process, but after a while of working and pain, Arthur was mostly inside. They were both panting heavily, and Merlin was bent over in discomfort, the pain slowly softening.
"Are you ready?" Arthur said gently. In response, Merlin turned and kissed him over his shuolder. The kiss was slowly at first, but grew heated quickly. He pulled away and nodded.
Arthur gave a slow, testing thrust. Merlin groaned in pain and Arthur stopped, allowing Merlin time to readjust. Merlin looked over at Blythe, who was watching, always just watching. No arousal showing, no signs that he was even really paying attention. Merlin reached out to him with his mind. Do you enjoy some degrees of pain? he said, tentatively to the man.
Blythe's expression turned slightly curious. Yes, came his reply. Merlin could feel the age of the man, here in his mind. It was infinite and powerful. Scary.
Merlin closed his eyes. As Arthur sped up his thrusts slowly, Merlin whispered a spell under his breath. He felt it begin to take effect immediately. Blythe's expression flooded with understanding as their emotions seeped out into the other's mind. Blythe could feel what Merlin felt, and vice versa. Merlin and Blythe's arousal fed off each other, gathering to a degree Merlin could barely stand. That combined with Arthur's more consistent thrusts almost set Merlin over the edge, but he forced himself to control his body.
He focused on only his body, ignoring the feelings Blythe was sending to him, and choosing to feel only his pleasure and Arthur's.
Merlin didn't realize he had cried out, but his back arched as Arthur hit that place inside him again, this time with his cock. Just the thought made Merlin's toes curl. Arthur was panting heavily in his ear, moaning with each new thrust.
Arthur looked over to Blythe, who was staring at them, glassy eyed. It was the only sign of his arousal and it was linked directly to what Merlin was feeling thanks to his spell. "Are you satisfied?" Arthur said to the man.
Blythe only nodded.
Arthur readjusted himself and Merlin and began stroking Merlin's cock again. His thrusts became irregular, and they were faster, pounding up into Merlin, making him cry out as Arthur continued to hit that spot.
Merlin looked at him over his shoulder. "Please." he begged in a shuddering breath. Arthur closed his eyes and cried out, coming hard in Merlin. Merlin's back arched and his body clenched as he came, a second after Arthur.
Blythe closed his eyes as he mentally rode out the effects of Merlin's orgasm. He sighed softly and rose.
Arthur pulled out of Merlin slowly. Merlin slumped back against Arthur, who wrapped his arms around Merlin and kissed his temple gently. Merlin shuddered and smiled, his eyes closing. He felt Arthur pull them down onto the bed, and wrap his arms around Merlin.
Merlin murmured some words under his breath, low enough so Arthur wouldn't hear them, and broke the spell between him and Blythe. Finger's ran through his hair and he knew without opening his eyes that it had been the older man. Thank you for your gift, Blythe said with his mind. Merlin opened his eyes, and looked up to find him hovering over them.
Blythe then spoke out loud. "I will leave you two to dress in private. You may join me in the throne room when you are ready."
Arthur propped himself on one elbow and looked up at the man. "And what of my kingdom? What of Camelot?"
Blythe regarded him with his usual smile. "I believe that caravans from Lot's kingdom are arriving at Camelot now, having received word of your struggle. They bring both water and food."
Arthur sighed in relief. "Thank you." he said.
Blythe nodded and left the room. Arthur laid back down and pulled Merlin in. "Thank you Merlin." he said.
Merlin hummed contently. "Do you think we can stay here for just a moment longer?"
Arthur laughed. "I don't know, you're the expert."
Merlin grumbled under his breath. "Then I say we are. You don't have to be such a prat about it."
Arthur just laughed, his sweaty hair falling into his eyes.
AN. There you go! Creepier than you expected or not? I don't know, I thought it was much kinder than what I had in my mind originally. ^w^