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 3,300
AN: Sorry for the late update, but I'm also working on other fics (or ideas for fics) and some artwork for the merlin art fest (check my profile for the link if you are interested!). I had some more chapters and ideas for this story, but I reorganised them to give it more sense and the chapters I had already written are now placed almost at the end, so I have to write this one from scratch (well, I had a rough idea). Moreover, I don't know how but this chapter ended being longer than the others, I couldn't stop myself. I hope that, at least, it covers for the tardiness. Enjoy!
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3 - The Knight
Arthur had already had dinner and was currently sat on his huge desk reading lazily some reports by candlelight. It was early to go to bed and it had been a calm day for Camelot's standards, what means there hadn't been any attack or quests or really anything interesting. Just some meetings with his old councillors, training with the knights and a visit to the lower town to be more in touch with his people.
All he had to do now is read a couple more of the reports that had been sitting in his desk all day while enjoying a cup of his favourite wine. He was wearing his sleeping clothes, since his manservant had already prepared him for the night and had taken the rest of the evening off. The prospects of spending his time reading and then just go to sleep didn't please him much but there wasn't anything else to do.
He wasn't really paying much attention to what was in front of him and was startled when suddenly the doors to his chambers opened. A knight dressed in full armour and helmet entered and locked the door behind him quickly. Then he turned around and took the helmet off, leaving it on the table by the door.
Arthur was about to open his mouth and ask what the hell was happening when the knight beat him to it.
"Sire, please, don't speak," the knight almost whispered while approaching his desk. "We're under attack. A sorcerer is roaming the castle corridors. He wants to assassinate you. The rest of the knights are looking for him as we speak. They sent me to protect you."
Arthur just looked at him with sardonic eyes. The man, or should he say the boy, was scrawny. All the chainmail he wore made nothing to cover his skinny form. However, his looks made up for it. He had short dark dishevelled hair, the brightest blue eyes of all the kingdom, luscious red lips and cheekbones to die for. He was gorgeous.
Arthur's expression transformed to one of interest. His evening had just got better.
"My lord, I have locked the door and I will keep watch through the night," the young knight continued. "No one will be able to go through those doors. I'm sure the knights will find the intruder soon enough and..."
"I don't need your protection," Arthur said shortly. "I'm also a knight of Camelot. I can protect myself. Where was that intruder last seen?" Arthur stood and tried to reach his sword that was on the chest by his bed's feet when the knight drew his sword and pointed it directly at him. His amused grin turned into confusion.
"What are you doing?" Arthur asked with perplexity.
"I'm sorry, sire. The other knights ordered me to protect you, even if it meant to disobey you." While he was saying that, he didn't lose time and took the king's sword with his free hand so that it was impossible for Arthur to reach out for it without avoiding another one pointed at him.
"You can't disobey your king just because some of the knights said..." Arthur was getting annoyed.
"It's not because of the knights, my lord. The sorcerer is looking for you, not us. And it's my duty to guard you, even if it costs me my life," the boy pleaded.
The young knight seemed to be so desperate to make him understand that Arthur's angry melted. There was something about him that spoke of trust, dedication and loyalty. Arthur could let the matter in the capable hands of his knights. There were other ways of having a good time that didn't imply killing or hunting enemies.
Arthur smirk returned and he lifted his hands to show the young knight that he accepted his terms. The knight relaxed visibly and put both swords away, his in its scabbard and Arthur's on the chest.
"Thank you, my lord," he sighed. "I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you under my care."
"So I'm under your care now, sir knight," Arthur commented crossing his arms over his chest. "Then, what about some entertainment?"
"What?" the boy was clearly confused.
"You said I have nothing to fear. My knights are going to take care of everything and you are going to take care of me, aren't you?"
"Y.. Yes..." the boy stuttered.
"Then, what are you going to do to entertain me while my brave knights hunt down the evil sorcerer?" Arthur asked with mirth. Gods, this was going to be more fun than he had thought.
"Well," the boy replied, "I have to watch the door in case..."
"Nonsense," the king interrupted. "The knights are competent enough to handle the matter on their own and no one is going to enter this room for a while... That leave us with time to do whatever we want... The two of us... Alone... I hope you don't have in mind taking a nap..."
Arthur raised an eyebrow to make his point clearer. However, the knight proved to be really dense or adorably innocent because he didn't understand what the king was suggesting. "You can sleep if that is what you want, my lord. I will guard the door all night if necessary," he suggested naively.
"Gods, you are really slow," Arthur swore under his breath. He approached the knight, took him by the front of his cloak and smashed their lips together.
"My lord," the young knight said alarmed. He had taken a step back as soon as the king's lips had touched his. "I... I..." he stammered and Arthur would be lying if he didn't admit he found it adorable.
"I'm perfectly aware of what some of my knights are up to on patrols and even in their own quarters." A snort accompanied the king's words as he placed his hands at his hips and looked at the young knight intently. "There are rumours about sir Gwaine and sir Percival that would make blush even the most experienced lover."
And the knight seemed to know what he was talking about because the blush that had started to redden his cheeks when he had kissed him was now reaching the tips of his ears. "Some... Some knights... They think it's... a good distraction... on patrols..." the boy said without looking Arthur in the eye and fidgeting with the pommel of his sword. "Others think... it's reasonable to... love people of the same sex."
"And don't you agree with that?" the king asked very interested. It was going to be difficult to seduce the young knight into his bed if he was against that sort of relationships. The boy's answer, on the other hand, surprised him.
"I..." The embarrassment was still there, but this time he raised his eyes to look up at the king under his eyelashes. "I'm just one of the younger knights, sire... I don't deserve... I mean..." Arthur took advantage of that little sign of interest to approach the knight again and started to undo the laces of his cloak. "My lord, there are knights more worthy..."
"Yes," Arthur interrupted, "and they are all sturdy men in whose hands I would gladly put my life. I'm sure they are doing a great job right nowapprehending that intruder." Arthur finally unclasped the cloak and it fell to the floor. The boy was still toying with his sword. "But, I don't find them as pretty as you and I'm quite fond of beautiful things."
Their eyes locked for an instant before Arthur's lips were against the boy's once more. He was still at first but soon Arthur's sweet caresses and licks forced him to open his mouth and surrender to his king's wishes. Their bodies got closer and closer as their tongues danced together. Arthur's hands found their way through the knight's chainmail to the belt that kept his sword and tried to loosen it but the boy pulled away at that.
"My lord, I can't..." Arthur's hands stopped and he frowned. He thought the knight had agreed to share that night with him. "I need my sword..." he said a little breathless due to their kissing. "I have to protect you..."
Arthur snorted. "I thought that the knights outside there were the ones doing the protecting and you were the one doing the entertainment." The knight didn't seem so convinced, so Arthur give him a quick peck on the lips and said, "After all, it's not everyday that you can enjoy yourself with your king."
The belt with the knight's sword fell to the ground with a clank. He was forming a new protest, but it was quickly quieted by Arthur's hand which had found his way to the front of the boy's trousers. A gasp of surprise was all the loyal knight could emit before his trousers were unlaced and pulled down past his knees. He felt bare in front of his king, although his upper body was still covered by several layers of clothes and chainmail.
Arthur's stare was predatory. Not every night a cute young knight turns up in your chambers willing to please his king and he was going to put it to good use. He slowly knelt on the floor and caressed the knight's legs, getting higher and higher until he came upon the hem of the chainmail. He didn't trouble himself in asking for his removal. The boy was quite adamant about protecting him and, somehow, he found it quite alluring to have a knight with his armour on, so he simply raised the hem until the boy's almost hard length was at his eye level.
He give himself a moment to contemplate the beautiful sight in front of him. The mouth open and slightly swollen from their kisses, the eyes blown wide, the chest still covered rising and falling rhythmically, the pale long bare legs and finally the exposed sex that had tempted him to kneel before one of his younger knights and take him in his hands.
"My lord..." the boy started, but he shut up immediately after a glance from his king. The knights were trained soldiers who knew how to recognise their leader's orders when necessary and now it seemed that Arthur was the one in command and the boy just opted for obeying him and letting him do whatever he wanted.
A few strokes more and the cock in his hand hardened completely and Arthur's lover was already a mess of moans and sighs. However, Arthur wanted to do it better. He wanted to give his knight more pleasure that any other lover, since he wasn't just any other, he was his king. He would make sure his subordinate would remember that night for the rest of his life, and not precisely because a random sorcerer decided to attack his king.
So, he slowly lowered himself and took the head of the boy's cock in his mouth. A few licks, then a little sucking and one of his hands moved back till it found the perfect round globes of his knight's arse. He parted them without stopping his ministrations to the organ in his mouth. As soon as one of his fingers tried to breach the little opening he found there, he felt the strong grip of a hand in his hair, but it loosened considerably when he picked up the pace of his sucks and his finger reached the bundle of nerves inside the boy that made him increase his whines of pleasure.
"My king... please... I can't... more," the knight was saying as all logic abandoned him. Arthur, nevertheless, continued his treatment a bit more, yet he stopped it when he felt the boy was prepared enough and continuing would just make him come and, really, it was too soon and the night was too long.
Arthur released him and stood up so the knight's face was directly in front of him. He was panting and had a pink glow about him that make him prettier. Arthur couldn't wait to see his face when coming, it had to be a sight to behold. Those thoughts increased his lust. He grabbed the knight impatiently and guided him a few steps away to the table where he had been working a while ago. Arthur bended him unceremoniously over the table, scattering all the reports and papers there in the process.
Finally, he had the knight opened to himself, half body still in chainmail resting on the table, his head half turned to look longingly at his king and his legs parted to expose the little hole that would soon bring them both unimaginable pleasure. Arthur smirked at his prey while unlacing his sleeping trousers. A second more and he would be inside that tight body. A second more... and there they were. He couldn't take it any more and with a quick thrust that made them groan their wish came true.
Arthur stayed still a while to give them time to adjust. He didn't want to finish right away and he would do anything in his power to prolong the moment as long as possible. So he caressed the boy's hips and raised the chaimail and the clothes beneath a little more to stare at more of that appetizing skin. The knight, however, had other ideas in mind since he tried to move. That alerted a mesmerized Arthur who started to withdraw slowly and slam back picking more speed with each push.
It had to be terribly uncomfortable for the knight – trapped between Arthur and the table, unable to reach his cock and loaded down with his armour – but he didn't seem to mind. He was moaning more than Arthur himself while trying to hold to the table and enjoying whatever his king deemed appropriate to give him. On the other hand, Arthur was in heaven itself. He modulated the pace several times to drag out their orgasm as much as possible.
Too soon for his taste Arthur felt the knight clenching around him and that brought him over the edge. He let go and climaxed just seconds after the boy had come without even touching himself. Arthur collapsed on top of his knight who withstand his weight without complain, although Arthur doubted he could protest when he himself had fallen on the table after his own ecstasy.
Everything was quiet for a moment. The only sounds were their irregular breaths. Arthur intertwined his fingers with those of his knight and looked at their joined hands resting on a report he hadn't finished reading. His nose rubbed the boy's neck and a smell of sweat, herbs and metal assaulted him.
"Sire..." the knight tried to say between pants, "perhaps... the others have already caught the intruder..."
Arthur snorted. That didn't matter any more. He had his knight and he wanted him for the rest of the night. No more boring reports or a solitary bed. That's why he said, "Maybe... But just to be sure, you should stay the night with me. You wouldn't want a sorcerer to attack your king."
The knight smiled. "Of course, my lord." He seemed to have learnt to listen to his superiors.
Arthur rose and brought the knight with him. His chainmail fell again to almost his knees. Arthur stared at it disapprovingly. It had been hot to do it with it on, but now he wanted the knight naked and in his bed. So he just voiced his thoughts.
"As the knights would have everything under control by now... You may take out all those useless layers of clothes and metal and accompany your king to protect him in his sleep."
"It would be an honour, my lord," the young knight breathed and followed his king to bed.
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In the morning...
Arthur was the first to wake up. He opened his eyes lazily and noticed that Merlin was draped all around him sleeping peacefully and with a smile on his face. That made him smile too. However, the second thing he realized wasn't so good. His room was a complete mess. The papers on his desk were all disorganized and the floor of his chambers was full of clothes and... was that a chainmail?
Oh, yeah, now he remembered. Another of Merlin's bright ideas. Well, he had to admit it wasn't bad... Anyway, he had the perfect punishment and it involved endless hours of polishing armour and washing clothes and scrubbing...
A groan and then a pair of bright blue eyes were looking at him. Merlin must have suspected something from his face because he bit his lower lip and said, "I was planning on tidying everything up later."
He was so cute with his sleepy eyes, unruly hair and sheepish smile that Arthur admitted defeat and said, "Just take everything back to the armoury and clean it. I will take care of the papers." After all it was a good night, so he gave Merlin a quick peck and got up to face another day. Merlin groaned and got up too. Neither of them was much of a morning person but the kingdom needed them.
They dressed swiftly (Arthur, of course, with Merlin's help) and they started to erase the proofs of last night. Arthur looked reluctantly at his desk, but as the papers there weren't going to organise themselves, he started to work on it before it was time to begin with his kingly duties. Merlin, for his part, made the bed, tidied up the room a bit and finally picked up the armour. When he was about to leave so he could drop it in the armoury to clean it later and collect Arthur's breakfast, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Arthur said already sat on his desk and immersed in papers.
The door opened and another knight entered the room. Arthur had a feeling of déjà vu but he sensed this time it wasn't going to be so pleasant as it was Leon with a serious face.
Merlin stood aside so the knight could enter and Leon looked at him with mild interest.
"Sire," the older knight bowed respectfully. "Everything is ready for the council and the trial of last night's intruder. It will also be held in the council chambers in an hour, as his sentence depends on what the council decides in the matter."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "An intruder? A sorcerer?" he said in confusion. Surely, Merlin would have told him about it if it was serious and not spend the night doing... Well, Merlin wasn't one to play with his king's safety, in fact, he was always insisting on protecting him, just like last night.
"Ehmm," Leon replied. "No. It was just a drunkard. However, he may have been dangerous. In his inebriated state he believed to be a sorcerer and wanted to attack you with his supposed magic, sire."
Arthur's confusion grew. "And you didn't tell me?" So it was in part true, although Arthur doubted the poor thing could have presented much of a threat. Still...
"Well." Leon shot a strange glance back at Merlin, who was still near the door his hands full of armour. "He was apprehended immediately and we took him to the dungeons while waiting for the council's decision about the new alcohol policy and the trial... Merlin said he would inform you... I thought..."
At that Arthur looked back at Merlin... at the place where Merlin was a few seconds ago, but he was nowhere in sight.
"MERLIN!"
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