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 4,400

AN: I can just say: "Sorry!" I know I said it would take me a month to update and it's been longer... The truth is that this has been a very busy month with lots of work, a computer virus and an extra boring course on business. I hope I will be able to post next chapter sooner, although I'm still working on other fics and I would really want to start to publish them soon. In compensation for the long wait this chapter is even longer. I've also been planning this fic a little bit more and I have ideas to make at least six chapters more, but I might add or cut some out depending on how this develops. As always, thanks for all the the favourites, alerts and comments this fic keeps receiving. I really appreciate them! Don't doubt to share your thoughts with me since I'm not completely sure about this one. I hope you like it anyway!

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5 - The Courtier

King Arthur's eyes were open wide and his jaw dropped. He couldn't look away from the beautiful sight that greeted him as soon as he opened the door to his chambers. The rooms were dimly lit by some scattered candles here and there and the small fire crackling in the fireplace provided a warm atmosphere. Everything was clearly clean and tidied up. The only thing out of place was the boy. A gorgeous boy. A gorgeous naked boy. In his bed.

Well, the boy wasn't completely naked technically. It was more like the only pieces of cloth in his body weren't even clothes. He simply wore a silver thread surrounding his hips along with some silver jewellery, mostly bangles and bracelets, in his wrists arms and ankles. If Arthur hadn't known any better he would have thought the boy in his bed was a 'courtier', that is, the refined word people used to refer to extremely expensive and experienced male prostitutes only nobles and royalty could afford. But that was impossible... wasn't it?

Arthur felt his throat went dry and he gulped down unconsciously before closing the door behind him. There was no need for his guards to see this disturbingly beautiful image. In any case, he was more than capable of protecting himself against an unarmed youth. After all, he was a great warrior as well as the king and he still had his trusted sword and dagger with him whereas the boy only had bracelets and a thread.

So, Arthur went further into his chambers with slow steps and took his time to contemplate the boy who was smiling cheekily at him from his own bed. He had very pale skin, but he wasn't fair-headed. His hair was as black as the darkest night and his eyes were the deepest shade of blue. And those plump lips were impossibly red. A red like no men's lips had the right to be. He was rather skinny – the king could count his ribs on his exposed chest – and his legs were very long. They were covered with scarce hair as dark as the mop in his head or the thin line that guided his gaze form the boy's navel to his crotch, conveniently hidden by one of the boy's thighs. The rest were silver sparkles from the jewellery and the thread that hugged intimately the boy's hips. Arthur hoped that that thread somehow covered the boy's modesty too and that it wasn't just hidden by the boy's position.

His quick examination made (and no, he didn't definitely let his eyes linger upon any of the boy's parts longer than necessary), Arthur walked to his bed. As the boy did nothing but smile seductively at him, the king made the decision of speaking first.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed like that?" he asked with as much authority as he could muster given the circumstances. "I'm the king, do you know?" he added for good measure.

They boy sat up a bit on one of his forearms and rested his head on his hand. His happy grin grew. "Your majesty, that's why I'm here," he replied sickly-sweet. "I'm here to please you, my lord." Before Arthur had time to splutter another question, the boy continued, "I'm a present from your most trusted knights. They wanted to thank you for being such a great king, sire."

"What?" a confused Arthur said. A present? He didn't know why (well, he possibly did), but Gwaine's name crossed his mind at that answer. Anyway, that didn't matter at all. The fact was that he really had a courtier in his bed ready to do very dirty things with the king of Camelot himself, which some people would find very reprehensible in the least.

The boy must have sensed his reluctance in his frown because he sat up completely and reached out for him in an invitational gesture. "Here, my lord," his melodious voice almost chanted. "You shouldn't worry so much. Everyone needs to release some tension once in a while. Specially, a great king like you with so many responsibilities on his shoulders." The boy's pale hand settled on Arthur's chest and it started to go down towards his belt. "That's why your dear friends hired me. Now, you don't have to worry at all. I'm here to take charge of everything, sire."

Arthur didn't know how but the boy's hands had already unclasped his belt and the sound his sword made when it fell to the floor brought him back to reality. Those soft words, those apparently innocent blue eyes and the movement of those plush lips had rendered him unable to even think or move. He was transfixed with the possibility of having such a beautiful creature just for himself all night – willing to go with any of his desires, able of making his most inner fantasies come true. The temptation was there pushing him to cave in and those smooth hands travelling up his belly and chest to his neck weren't helping at all to resist his most despicable urges. However, what really made him lost reason and surrender completely was the fact that the boy raised himself to kneel on the bed, his long arms surrounding his neck, his lips mere centimetres apart from his mouth and the final push – that silver thread didn't really cover anything. It just went around the boy's hips to end wrapping itself in the boy's half hard cock in a fashionable way.

When Arthur finally saw his lover for the night in all his magnificence, he couldn't stop the growling sound that escaped his throat as much as he couldn't control himself any longer. He plunged into that taunting mouth and assaulted it without mercy. His lips devoured every inch of flesh he found and forced the boy's mouth to concede and open itself to Arthur's onslaught. His tongue explored the sweet hot cavern that with soft moans allowed him all the control. His hands didn't keep still either. They caressed the boy's back down to those tender globes he squeezed tightly to bring the smaller boy's frame closer towards him.

The king finally ended the kiss when he noticed his brain was going fuzzy by lack of the so much needed air. His hands still resting in the boy's buttocks and their bodies still pressed together, he allowed them some seconds to get their breath and some of their senses back. Meanwhile, his eyes wandered over that lovely face that seemed to beg openly for the king to take him. And no, Arthur couldn't deny himself or the courtier any more. He leaned down and gave another soft peck to the now bruised and even redder lips and moved away from the warm embrace to start taking his jacket off.

The boy looked at him wonderingly at first but when he realised the king's intention to go on with his proposal, he grinned like it was the best thing in the world and nipped his lower lip in anticipation. Nevertheless, it seemed he wasn't a patient person because Arthur had barely taken out his jacket and tunic when the boy's hands were already on him, this time unlacing his trousers with experienced fingers. Before he had time to pull them down, Arthur battered his hands away and sat on the bed beside him to pull out his boots. The king wanted to be out of his clothes as soon as possible and the boy's delicate hands were more of a distraction than a real help. Proof enough was that he kept caressing his back and shoulders as he brought his hot breath to Arthur's ear and whispered seductively, "You won't regret this, my lord. I promise this will be the best night you've ever had." And his tongue started to play with Arthur's earlobe.

He really had to gather all his strength to suppress an involuntary shudder and move away from that talented mouth. That had only made his prick grow harder and his thoughts go wilder. After that, he couldn't stop thinking how would those velvet lips feel stretching around his shaft. And he couldn't wait to find out. Finally barefoot, but still on his breeches, Arthur pushed the almost naked boy down on the mattress and straddled him to keep him lying there exposed to his hungry gaze. His hands ran up and down the boy's chest and played with his bracelets and the thread on his hips.

He couldn't get tired of looking at that beautiful body. But then the boy's soft voice brought him back from his trance, "What do you want me to do, my lord?" His hands reached again for Arthur's chest and his caresses were so calming and arousing at the same time that Arthur started to feel muddled-headed. "Just tell me," the courtier kept saying, "and I will do anything you want." His head leaned up and their lips found each other once more, now in a more relaxed but still hungry kiss.

Arthur was so exhilarated by all those fabulous sensations that he hardly noticed the boy sitting up and how little by little their positions swapped. When their lips parted, Arthur was the one lying against the wooden headboard and the smaller boy was straddling his hips, his hands going down towards his covered manhood. This time the king didn't complain at all and he let his partner open his breeches enough to spring free his impossibly hard length. The boy's eyes widened at his size and he licked his lips as if he had just seen the most appetizing thing in the world. His eyes flicked back to Arthur's face asking silently for permission. The king just smirked with satisfaction and lowered his gaze to his own prick. His sight was soon blocked by a mop of black hair and he could feel a hot breath on his shaft. He noticed a quick peck before the boy changed a little his position to look up at him again. His grin returned just before he stuck out his tongue and started to lick Arthur's cock up and down, giving him an amazing view of all his ministrations.

Arthur's hands clutched the bedsheets in an attempt to contain the shameful moans that threatened to escape from his throat. He merely let himself grunt his pleasure now and then as the boy's licks and pecks reached down to his balls before going up and finally engulfing him in that sinful mouth. First, it was just the tip but as the boy's head started to bob up and down and his sucks grew stronger, his cock went even farther in that hot cavern until it almost reached the back of the boy's throat. His grunts were soon accompanied by gagging sounds and he didn't know how it was possible, but the courtier was even moaning in pleasure when he had almost all of his length in his mouth.

The filthy sounds, the sucking, the licking, the warmth, even the view, was all too much for him and Arthur's balls began to tense all too soon. His pleasure built up so quickly he didn't have time to warn the boy but he seemed to have noticed because before Arthur could come, he took those wonderful lips away from him and squeezed his shaft tightly preventing him from coming. The king was about to protest when the boy silenced him with a quick peck on the lips. Now, he tasted like him and that pleased Arthur immensely. It was as if he had already marked him and their time together had just begun. The courtier seemed to be thinking the same because he put a finger on his lips not to let him speak and said, "It's far too soon for that, sire. As they say, the night is young and your friends paid me to please you till the sunrise. There's no need to rush."

The boy smiled mischievously and his finger pocked the king's mouth insistently until he opened it and granted him entrance. First, a finger. Arthur sucked it and coated it with as much saliva as he could. Then, he had a second finger in his mouth and a third. He sucked them distractedly as his eyes kept fixed on the boy – the way he sent him almost shy glances, the way he admired Arthur's body and caressed it gently with his other hand... For his part, the king continued licking the courtier's fingers as he returned to play with the thread around his hips. For some reason, he found it extremely sexy. It didn't cover anything but the fact that the boy wore it just for decoration aroused Arthur even more than if it were for modesty, which was really stupid.

With a wet pop, the boy extracted his fingers from the king's mouth and while looking at him directly in the eye, he reached back to his entrance. "You can touch all you want, sire," the boy sighed as he introduced the first finger in. "It's all for you." His eyes started to close from the pleasure he was giving himself and Arthur's smooth caresses over his chest and hips also helped him to relax.

A second finger was introduced. Arthur didn't see it but he noticed it when the boy shifted. "I will be done soon," he promised breathlessly and Arthur couldn't stand more being there just seeing and barely touching. He needed more, so he leant down and took one of the nipples he had been playing with in his lips. He sucked and licked and nibbled at it. It tasted delicious, as much as those long fingers or that sweet mouth. He continued kissing and pecking the boys chest and little by little he went up to his neck where he wanted to leave more bruises and love bites so that everyone would know to whom this boy belonged now. His hands, meanwhile, roamed over the boy's body before they descended to his hips and gripped them to push them up and down, helping the courtier to fuck himself with his fingers.

When the barely inaudible sighs became full moans, he moved away regretfully from that delectable neck and appreciated the beautiful sight in front of him. The boy's lips were swollen and parted in an 'o' shape, his eyes half-closed and fuzzy, his cheeks bright red and his neck and chest covered in hickeys. Now, it was his turn to spoil the boy's pleasure. It was time to move the action forward and so he made it known. His grip on the boy's hips tightened until he stopped his riding motion completely and the courtier had to take his fingers out of his entrance while trying to regain his breath. His eyes full of lust rested on Arthur's face once more as he pushed the king backwards so that he could rest comfortably before his hands took Arthur's neglected cock and gave it some tugs.

"Are you ready, sire?" However, the courtier didn't wait for an answer as he climbed on top of him and sat painfully slowly on the king's shaft. Arthur could feel how a tight warmth enveloped him inch by inch until the boy was fully seated on his lap. For a moment, neither moved but it wasn't even necessary when they both were immersed in the glorious pleasure that from their nether regions travelled up leaving their brains dizzy and pleased. Nevertheless, that magical feeling was temporary and soon they found they needed more friction, more contact, just anything more.

Arthur was the first to react. His arms sneaked around the slim hips of the boy sitting on him and he brought him closer so that their lips brushed. Their gazes found each other conveying all their yearns and desires. Then, very slowly, as if asking for permission, Arthur placed both his hands in the boy's hips and very gently he started to move in and out. Their lips locked in a light distracting kiss. As it grew in passion so did their lust and so the first tentative thrusts increased in intensity. Soon, Arthur was literally pounding up into the boy's pliant body, their moans and pants muffled by their filthy wet kisses.

Arthur was sure he was going to explode. It seemed the tight channel that enveloped his length was absorbing his senses and the soft lips on his and the small hands that caressed his torso and chest weren't helping him at all to get his sanity back. He could only think he was going to disappear as he kept moving up and down, up and down, each time more erratically, the pleasure enveloping him, making him lose all sense of coordination. And then, he was stopped. No, he hadn't come. His prick was still so swollen and hard that it hurt and it was still wrapped up in that hot arse, but the boy had clenched it so tight that along with his surprisingly strong hands in his chest and shoulders he had stopped him completely from reaching his so wanted climax.

That made Arthur open his eyes, which he hadn't realised he had closed, and look directly into those beautiful blue orbs that were staring back at him. The boy was looking at him with a mischievous look and a teasing smile. "My lord... Not so fast, please." Then Arthur realised that what he had thought were like ages of pleasure may have been just a few minutes and he had almost come incredibly and shamefully soon. But he couldn't avoid it, the boy had such an effect on him that made him lose himself. "Let me," the courtier pleaded. "I should be the one taking care of you, sire."

The king, more calmed now, let the boy do his work and was greatly surprised when the pleasure started to build up again inside him. This time it wasn't about friction and speed. This was sensuality in the pure term of the word. Just the sight in front of him was incredible. The boy was moving his hips up and down, shifting in circles, his hands on his chest not letting him do anything. But he didn't want either. The sensual oscillation of the boy's hips and the twinkles of the chain that hugged them loosely were hypnotizing, so much that Arthur just lay back and surrendered himself to all the sensations that assaulted him through all his senses: the painstakingly beauty of the boy, his soft caresses and movements, the sweet scent of sweat and (surprisingly) herbs, the taste of the boy's breath near his and finally his soft words.

"Yes, my lord," he was saying, "let me take good care of you..." And their breaths mingled together, their lips merely a few centimetres apart, teasing but not touching. Arthur took that slim tempting waist in his big hands and he just felt how the boy rolled his hips, letting him beat the pace he wanted and forgetting all the rush from the beginning. This was heaven and he was ready to enjoy every moment of it. The courtier had said he was going to give him all the night, so there was no need to hurry. The king laid calm and watched mesmerized the boy's flustered face, the bruises and marks in his pale skin, and how his erection bobbed up and down every time he lifted himself up and slid down again, fucking himself with Arthur's cock.

He would want to stay like that forever but suddenly the boy pulled away from him and sent him a devious smile. With a sensual "My lord" that made Arthur shudder he started to increase his pace, each time faster and it was even more fascinating seeing him like this now. He couldn't resist it any more. There would be more opportunities that night to do this again, but now he really needed to do something, so he began to pump faster into the boy, helping him to join their bodies more and more. Their pants grew louder, their thrusts more uncoordinated, their caresses more desperate. As they orgasm built up again, their mouths found each other in a sloppy kiss that kept Arthur from groaning when he finally let go and came inside that marvellous boy.

Completely sated he leant down and hugged the smaller body closer to him. The boy returned his affections by putting his slender arms around him and kissing his neck lazily. Then he noticed the courtier was still hard and rubbing himself slightly against Arthur's stomach, whose cock was still inside him. That made him recover his senses quicklier as he pulled back and looked at the boy contentedly before reaching for his length. The courtier's eyes were still blown wide with lust and the air was filled again with soft moans as Arthur stroked him to completion. However, it didn't take him long to come after their previous activities and soon Arthur's hand and stomach were coated with strip after strip of cum.

It made Arthur extremely glad to have come earlier as now he had the opportunity to watch the beautiful face the boy made when orgasming. It was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen and that made his cock throb in excitement again. Surely it would come to life soon enough and the boy would still be willing to have him, but for now both of them rested back against the headboard and touched leisurely.

"So... Are you satisfied, my lord?" the courtier asked seductively in his ear. "Do you want me to stay the rest of the night." Arthur looked at him with a smirk. Of course he wanted the boy to stay. Hell, he wanted him to stay forever and the courtier must have noticed it in his face because he said, "and tomorrow's night," a peck on the right cheek, "and the one after that," a peck on the left cheek, "and the following one," a peck on the nose, "and forever," a peck on the lips.

And to that the king just had one possible answer. "I would like that."

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In the morning...

Arthur woke up slowly. He felt tired but some light sneaked through his eyelids. Too lazy to open his yes, he stretched his arm in search of his lover but the bed was empty. That made him open his eyes and look around him. Yeah, there was no one in bed with him, but his manservant was in the other end of his chambers folding some clothes and tucking them back into an open wardrobe.

Arthur sighed slightly and asked, "Merlin? What are you doing there?"

Merlin turned around alarmed. It seemed that he hadn't noticed his king and master was awake.

"Mmm," he said intelligently. "I was doing some chores before you wake up." He put away the last tunic he had just bent and closed the wardrobe's door. "I'll bring you your breakfast now, sir."

Arthur groaned. "There's no need to be so formal in the morning." He sat up against the soft cushions and palmed the empty place beside him. "Here, join me. We'll have breakfast later."

Merlin looked at him doubtfully. For someone so bold at night, there was no point in being so annoyingly shy in the daylight. Finally, he sent him one of his goofy grins and jumped into bed with him.

"So, you liked it, don't you?" A fully clothed Merlin straddled a still naked Arthur. Thankfully, the sheets still covered his manhood because the contact of naked skin first thing in the morning would be too much. However, Merlin didn't seem to think the same as his hands caressed Arthur's chest and played with the short strands of golden hair that covered it.

"I knew you would like it," Merlin affirmed.

Arthur chuckled. "Really, Merlin? Why a courtier?"

"Well, you said it yourself." A frown appeared in Arthur's face. "When Gwaine told us he had given up going to brothels after he started his relationship with Percy," he clarified.

Ah. So it did have to do with Gwaine after all. Arthur remembered he had mentioned then that he had never been with a whore, a maid, a courtesan or anyone else for the matter apart from Merlin. His father had always been very strict with that. Perhaps, a knight might afford to have some bastards out there, but not a prince. Merlin had looked at him strangely then. However, Arthur didn't suspect he would go to such lengths just to please him.

"You know," Arthur commented, "your devotion for your master's needs and wishes exceeds that of the other servants." And he didn't say it aloud but Arthur was sad that that was what Merlin was in everyone's eyes.

"But you know it, don't you?" Merlin's hand rose to cup Arthur's strong cheek. "I'm happy to be your servant till the day I day," he said seriously and Arthur believed him.

However, he replied, "But that's not what you are. You're so much more. And one day, everybody will know." As a way of apologising Arthur leaned down and captured Merlin's soft lips in his. The kiss was tender and full of love and devotion. Nothing like last night's kisses.

When they parted, Merlin's smile returned in full-force and Arthur couldn't avoid mirroring it. Merlin gave him one last quick peck and said cheekily, "I'll bring you your breakfast now, sire." And with that he stood up and stepped towards the door. "We don't want you to get more grumpy than necessary."

"I do not get grumpy, Merlin!" Arthur shouted but Merlin had already closed the door and Arthur did not get grumpy at all. Well... maybe just a little. But it was undoubtedly Merlin's fault.

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AN2: I'm not sure about the use of the word 'courtier' in this context. I can't find a word with the same connotation as 'courtesan' but for a male prostitute so I just used the masculine. If anyone has a better idea, let me know!

Thanks for reading!