Title: Bed role games
Rating: M
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Anyone wonders what will King Arthur find Merlin doing in his bedchamber after a hard day? Well, Arthur too.
Warnings: Series of related one-shots. Unbeta'd. Slash m/m Merlin/Arthur. Established relationship. CanonAU. Smut, fluff and everything you could think of. I own nothing. English is not my mother language.
Word count for this chapter: around 1,700
AN: Here is another chapter, so you can see what this fic will be about. I have some chapters already written and some ideas for more. I also know which one I would like to be the last. Anyway, if somebody has in mind some special kink ;) just ask and I would do my best.
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2 - The Assassin
Arthur couldn't avoid thinking that his daily life was somewhat boring: speeches, paperwork, meetings, trials, quests, and a never-ending list of other boring tasks more. Well, he had to admit that the quests weren't that bad. And he also had the training sessions with his knights. In fact, he loved training. It allowed him to forget about his kingly problems and do some exercise to be more fit (because he wasn't fat, no matter what some people may say). As you see, it had all the advantages in the world. However, training was not the only good thing in his life. He also had Merlin.
The truth was that Merlin made his life more interesting and above all more surprising. After a day of hard work, he could always count on Merlin to get some amusement. And he was never disappointed... till that moment. When he entered his chambers it was late at night. He had already had dinner with some visiting nobles and everything he needed was a change of clothes and a cosy bed to get a good night's rest. But he expected something more. He expected Merlin to be there.
His chambers were empty and nearly in darkness. All the candles were out but in the fireplace were some embers still going and the moonlight entered through the windowpanes. He scanned his rooms quickly with a simple glance. There was no one at sight. The first question that should have come to his mind was why were his chambers cold and empty? However, all he could think was where the hell was Merlin? And why wasn't he there?
He hadn't taken two steps into the room when he felt the light pressure of a small blade in his bare neck – a dagger. All his senses were on alert in less than a second and he reacted instinctively as he turned around and in a swift graceful movement he had the dagger firmly pressed against the pale skin of the assailant's neck. He didn't even show surprise when he met the beautiful blue eyes of his attacker, now cornered against the door.
A smirk found its way to his lips as he said, "Well, well. What do we have here? A little assassin, are you?"
The boy in front of him wore a guarded look but in his words he tried to show more confidence that he clearly felt in that moment. "Not a little assassin. I'm the best. I descend from a great lineage of assassins and there hasn't been a job I haven't fulfilled."
Arthur's smirk grew bigger. "Oh, great assassin! Tell me, are you here to kill your king?"
"I have no king." That was the answer he got. "And be sure that this is your last day among the living."
Arthur roared with laughter at that. "You speak a lot but so far I have seen few results. You claim you are a great assassin, but here you are with your own dagger pressed against that pretty neck of yours by the hand of the person you should have killed before it was too late."
The boy looked at him suggestively. "You don't know me. For all you know this could be a strategy to get you to lower your guard and kill you."
"You are right, I don't know you. But I think that if you had truly wanted to murder me, you would have already done it."
Arthur accompanied his words with a lustful glance that travelled all over the attacker's body and made him tremble a bit. It was clear that the boy was confused and nervous about the situation. Arthur took this as an advantage and caressed the assassin's neck with the blade in his hand. He got closer so he could whisper in his ear, "I think too that what you wanted when you came here had nothing to do with your job."
Then the blade made its way northwards to the prominent cheekbones and full lips of the more and more perplexed boy. "I have a job to carry out," he stuttered. But his protests were silenced by firm lips parting his own and a skilful tongue that made him almost forget his purpose.
However, he recovered quickly and tried to push away the bigger man. "What do you think you are doing?" the boy demanded. "I am going to..."
The assailant was silenced again, this time by the light touch of the dagger to his lips. "Attacking your king is a crime that is punished by death. Do you want that, little assassin?" The blade descended once more to the boy's neck. "Or... perhaps we could reach an agreement and no one would have to know about what has happened tonight?" Arthur's lustful look told the attacker everything he needed to know about what kind of agreement the king had in mind.
"I'm sure I can still murder you and escape unnoticed," the boy said stubbornly. His eyes were scanning the room in order to find a way to run away from Arthur's grip. He didn't seem very frightened of the situation, but it was obvious that the king had overpowered him and in that moment he was holding a blade against his neck. Moreover, Arthur was stronger physically and could call his guards at any moment.
"I don't think so..." Then in a sudden movement Arthur turned the boy around so he faced the door and his back was pressed against Arthur's front. He hold the assailant's hands together with one hand while used the other to get the boy's belt and proceeded to tie his wrists at his front and to the door handle. The attacker struggled through the process but at the end he was firmly tied and Arthur was free to do with him whatever he wanted.
Arthur's breath soon was at the boy's ear. "Now, that's a good little assassin." His hands sneaked under the assailant's shirt and caressed the soft skin he found there. The boy couldn't suppress a quiet whimper that was evidence enough that he wasn't completely against the wishes of his king.
Expert hands travelled gently through a pliant body and plump lips kissed a pale neck while murmuring sweet nothings. "Who is a good little boy?", "You are very pretty, you know, little assassin", "What would you do to please your king?"...
The only thing that now hold Arthur back was the boy's clothes and he was ready to remedy it. Without stopping his attentions to his sweet assassin, he tore his shirt to be able to see the most wonderful expanse of delectable skin he had ever laid his eyes upon. But that was not enough either. Shortly he found himself pulling down the boy's pants too.
The assailant wasn't struggling any more, all he could do was sigh and moan with pleasure while he leaned against the door totally at the king's mercy. Arthur was completely aroused by the sight in front of him – he had to take the boy immediately or he thought he would die of lust. That's why he didn't lose time and planted his fingers at the attacker's mouth and opened those sweet lips so he could suck them with his delicious tongue.
When Arthur considered they were moist enough he pulled them out and traced the line of the boy's spine with them till he reached the prominent curve of his pretty arse and parted his cheeks to get to the little pink hole that he proceeded to attack with his fingers. First, one finger. Then, two. Next, he tried to scissor them. Last, three fingers. All through this process the boy hadn't stopped moaning and encouraging the king turned aggressor, who was worshipping the pale skin of his neck and shoulder with tender kisses and licks.
When he considered the boy was ready, Arthur untied his pants and introduced his hard cock inside him very slowly and carefully, but his assailant didn't protest. Each stroke of the king's length inside him made his cock brush against the hard wood of the door and drove him away to a world full of an unimaginable pleasure. Arthur wasn't in a better condition himself, the clenching walls of the boy's arse extracting an excruciating satisfaction from him.
Between groans and moans, sighs and sweet whispered words, the strong hands of the king turned the boy's face to kiss those lush lips that made him lose control. Arthur practically rammed into the boy pushing him against the door and came with a loud grunt that muffled the attacker's more quiet whines.
When both of them recovered from their orgasm, they found themselves braced to the door, their agitated breaths mingled together. Arthur was the first to straighten himself. He untied the boy in front of him and turned him around. They were now face to face, the boy almost naked and Arthur with his pants down.
The attacker looked at the king with a fond smile and heavy eyelids and said, "I think I'm going to pardon your life, sire."
Arthur snorted. "Well, I think I am the one who will do the pardoning here." With that he tilted his head and kissed his assassin again. He took the boy's hand and guided him to his bed – the dagger Arthur didn't even remember dropping forgotten on the floor beside the door.
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In the morning...
Arthur was in his bed with Merlin. He had been awake for a while, but he was enjoying himself by tracing delicate patterns in the exquisite cheekbones of his lover. Arthur tried no to wake him up but the sunlight and the soft caresses made Merlin stir and finally open his eyes.
Merlin smiled, "I surprised you yesterday night, didn't I?"
Arthur smiled back, "Believe me, I was ready and waiting for you."
Merlin pouted, "But I..."
Arthur silenced him with a brief kiss. "You couldn't surprise me, even if you hid behind a door and tried to attack me with a dagger."
"So you liked it. I knew." Merlin's smile was back in full force.
"Yes, Merlin, I liked it very much..."
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