Bed Role Games

by LadyoftheCity

Anyone wonders what will King Arthur find Merlin doing in his bedchamber after a hard day? Well, Arthur too. Slash. Arthur/Merlin. Smut

8. The Sorcerer

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 4,800

AN: I'm going to start saying a big SORRY. I know it's been years since I published anything for this fic, although people kept following and favouriting it. THANKS to everyone that has read it and it's still interested in this. At this point I could say lots of things like: I've been really busy with real life, I have been working on other fics, etc. (which is also true) but the thing is that I've had like a massive writer's block for this fic, specially this chapter. I've changed the plot and rewritten it so many times... Anyway, I hope at least someone will like the final result. And... to make up for years of delay, I have finished writing another chapter. It's called ''The drunkard' and I'll post it shortly. Now, enjoy!

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8 – The Sorcerer

It was completely dark in the king's chambers since it was well past midnight. The king himself was sleeping calmly in his huge bed when, suddenly, a gust of wind went all over the room and surprisingly it lit all the candles and the fireplace. Of course, the king woke up at such a strange occurrence. He sat up quickly alone in his now perfectly illuminated chambers and looked around with a shocked frown painted on his face.

He couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening. His chambers seemed to be empty and, anyway, he doubted a late night assailant would be stupid enough as to light every single candle just to kill the king. So what was happening had to be something different... something undoubtedly related to... magic...

That was it. No sooner had the king realised what was going on than a new gust of wind swept the rooms and this time it concentrated in circles around a concrete point at the feet of the king's bed, forming a whirl.

Arthur reached for the knife he kept under his pillow for such dangerous occasions instantly and waited on alert for the wind to clear up. When it did, he could only gaze at that exact point amazed. Just there stood a boy. A beautiful fairy-like boy, his eyes blazing gold. Undoubtedly, a sorcerer. But not any sorcerer. For such a young age, he exuded power and authority. And so did his clothes – black trousers, high boots and a blue tunic embroidered with silver symbols.

The newcomer's eyes faded back to a deep blue as they landed on a tousled-haired king still on his bed, a dagger in his hand and a curious cautious look on his face.

"Is it true?" the sorcerer asked with a deathly serious tone and a hard look that made the king shudder.

"What?" was the only thing Arthur was able to say. He should probably be calling for his guards and not simply staring idiotically to an apparently powerful sorcerer who had practically materialised himself in his chambers in the darkness of the night and whose intentions were still unclear. However, Arthur felt there was something in the depths of those incredibly blue eyes that kept him from crying out for help.

"The ban on magic. Have you lifted it?" was the sorcerer's next question.

So it was about that. Of course, the long secret discussions about lifting the ban on magic he had had not only with his councillors but also with several friendly druids, whose safety he had had to ensure, were nothing but well known to all those who practised magic and had had to live hidden in fear during the last almost thirty years.

"What if I have?" the king asked with an authoritative tone that seemed almost ridiculous in that situation, when he was still sleepy and half naked in his bed and holding a dagger against a sorcerer who could probably take him apart with less than one blow. That didn't mean Arthur was one to comply easily with the situation at hand when he could be sleeping peacefully after such a long hard day. "Is it not what you sorcerers wanted?" He counter-attacked.

"But it is a trap," the sorcerer affirmed. Then he added, "isn't it? It's just a trap to catch all of us defenseless so that you can culminate your father's abhorrent quest against sorcery."

Suddenly, the boy's eyes glowed gold once more and Arthur's dagger flew out of his hand. It was most the fright of the unexpected action than the fear of magic that had the king open his eyes widely and look at the boy in astonishment. How dare that idiotic sorcerer doubt his intentions? He was the king. If he wanted magic restored to its rightful place it was his right to do so.

Arthur was about to point exactly that when the boy shouted a loud 'Confess it!' and magic was used again to throw him back against the headboard where he was left pinned helplessly. The nerve of that stupid sorcerer! He was starting to reconsider his decision about allowing magic back in his lands so freely after such an assault to his person but he was not his father and didn't want to punish all those with magic just because the imbecilic action of one idiotic sorcerer.

That is why Arthur sighed and tried to calm himself before he looked again at the impossibly cute almost pouting face of the furious sorcerer and answered with far more respect than the situation required, "I swear as your king that it is not a trap. I truly want magic back in Camelot and I intend to treat those with magic with all the due respect they deserve, only punishing their bad actions as it is done with the rest of the citizens in this fair kingdom." And for good measure he added, "I am not my father."

The sorcerer's angry face seemed to relax a bit after that only to reflect uncertainty. Arthur couldn't blame a sorcerer for being wary after all the years they had spent in fear but this really was getting more ridiculous by the moment. He could have never imagined that all his efforts to allow magic back would be rewarded with him being awaken rudely in the middle of the night by a powerful yet strangely cute boy sorcerer demanding him an explanation for his actions.

Then the unexpected happened. "Prove it," the boy said seriously.

"What?" Arthur said once more that night, again at loss at what the sorcerer wanted.

However, the answer he got proved to be even more extraordinary than the situation he was in. The sorcerer released him of the force that was pinning him in place against the headboard, but not only that. The dagger that had been thrown by the boy's magic to the floor but a few minutes before flew again by that same strange force, this time to the boy's hand.

Arthur's confusion about what was happening was cleared when the sorcerer walked up to the side of his bed and offered Arthur the dagger's handle.

"I'm a sorcerer," the boy declared looking at Arthur right in the eye. "I have used magic in your presence. I have used magic on you." And then a brief pregnant pause was followed by the most challenging of words, "what are you going to do to me, sire?"

Arthur wasn't a coward and he certainly was up to some challenge. Sleep completely forgotten, he took the dagger from the sorcerer's hand in a quick fluid movement. The boy could be very powerful with magic, but the king was undoubtedly the best fighter, which was proved by the surprised look in the sorcerer's face. Hadn't he expected Arthur to take up his challenge? Oh, how wrong that boy was if he thought he could disturb the king's sleep with his petty accusations and his tempting cuteness and then go home unscathed.

The king smirked in pleasure at what could very well turn out to be a very interesting night. His smugness didn't fade as he plunged the dagger into his bedside table which caused the boy to give a start. However, the sorcerer didn't back up and waited courageously for the king's judgement.

Arthur, for his part, did what he had been wanting to do since that insolent pretty sorcerer had appeared in his chambers. He leaned up in order to capture the boy's nape and with a forceful grip he lowered the boy's head until he was at his eye level. They looked at each other for less than a few seconds, enough so that they could grasp each other's emotions, and then the king kissed the sorcerer hard. He stroked the boy's lips with his own and tasted them with his tongue just once before parting from the unresponsive sorcerer.

"You may go," Arthur announced then, releasing his hold on the sorcerer.

However, said sorcerer only straightened. Another round of looking transpired then. The sorcerer's doubts about the situation were more than evident when facing the king's desire. He lowered his gaze, as if thinking, and coloured after finding he was looking directly at the king's bare chest.

"What was that for? Is this some kind of punishment, my king?" he practically spat.

Arthur sighed. He was not the kind of man who forced himself upon others. That's why he leaned back against the bed's headboard to calm himself once more and explained, "This was the proof you wanted," he affirmed a bit coldly and hurt. "I have had you at my mercy, knowing you were a sorcerer, and now you are free. Of course, you can go if that is what you want."

The boy only continued looking back at the king, a deep frown gracing his cute face."What?" he asked and it sounded almost dejected, as if the king had just kicked him.

"I told you," Arthur answered decidedly, looking straight at the boy's beautiful eyes the whole time. "I'm not going to punish anyone for the mere fact of having magic." The boy made to refute this statement but Arthur went on. "You didn't come here to really attack me. I know I was never in danger. And, anyway, I can stop you at any moment myself or I just have to call the guards in." (It was not completely the truth but the boy didn't need to know that). "You came here to get answers and you had."

"Then, the kiss... What was that for?" the sorcerer insisted.

Arthur smiled gently at the boy in an attempt to soothe him. This was important and the sorcerer needed to understand it clearly. "It wasn't punishment. I don't like to force people into my bed for my pleasure. But I do like to make my feelings known when I see someone I like. I'm a man of action." The sorcerer looked at him disbelievingly. Arthur's smile morphed into a smirk. "And I never back down from a challenge."

At that, the sorcerer's face relaxed, although he didn't let his guard completely down yet. In fact, his eyes never let the king's as his right hand went to rest on Arthur's chest, right above his heart. "I never back down from a challenge either, my lord," he affirmed self-confidently. "And I have more questions."

The sorcerer leaned down until he was once more face to face with Arthur, his breath practically ghosting over the king's. "Does that mean that magic users can really be free?" Their noses stroked each other almost tenderly. "That we can finally use our powers out in the open?" It was the turn of their lips to bump into each other. "That we will never have to hide again?" The king made to kiss those tempting lips but the sorcerer leaned back to look at him seriously again. What was the boy playing at? And then he asked one more question, "That we will also be able to be part of your court and serve this kingdom and its people?"

The king pressed his lips together into a thin line at those questions. This, whatever it was, could be a dangerous game. Those were exactly some of the main points that he had had to discuss with his council for hours. And truth be told, it hadn't been easy. However, with the help of some peaceful druids he had been able to convince his most conservative councillors to grant the sorcerers all the privileges the rest of ordinary people had in Camelot, but always with some restrictions. It wasn't perfect but even he understood some control was in order to avoid the constant magic attacks from the last years.

It was only fair to warn the sorcerer about the new laws regarding magic. And, anyway, Arthur was far too invested into the game now to back down, so he looked down at the graceful hand still placed upon his heart and covered it with his left hand before gazing at those beautiful blue eyes again. "Yes, you are free to do magic. But there will be conditions," he answered truthfully.

The boy's face darkened as he asked, "What conditions?"

The king decided it was his turn to lay down the rules. Tired of being looked down by that questioning sorcerer, he kept the boy's hand still in place while with his free hand, he moved the sheets away and knelt on the bed. When they were at the same level once more, he caressed a pale cheek fleetingly before placing that hand on the boy's neck. Now they were equal. The boy could use his magic to kill him with the same speed he could break his neck with that hand.

Both of them were watching each other like a hunter his prey, like a warrior his enemy. However, both knew no fight was going to happen. Somehow they had reached a truce of sorts and were listening to each other's reasons. And more. Although the tension was still palpable, there was something else in that room. Lust. Pure and unadulterated desire. And it was time to do something about that.

The king kissed again the sorcerer. It was another hard kiss, with plenty of tongue and even teeth. And the boy gave back as much as he received. He, however, hadn't forgotten about his last question, since as soon as they parted in order to breath he gazed at Arthur questioningly.

"As I have said before, any criminal behaviour will be punished the same, magic or no magic," the king affirmed, before his hand left the sorcerer's to lift the hem of his tunic and tenderly caress the soft skin of his belly. "Moreover," he continued his speech while his hand moved up towards a nipple, "there will be a register of people with magic so that it could be more easily controlled."

The sorcerer seemed a bit indignant at that but he only gasped as Arthur started to rub a hardening nipple. With a big smirk plastered on his face, the king looked directly at the boy's glazed eyes as he carried on, "Along with the name of the magician, it will also be recorded which are their talents. Of course, the teaching of magic will be allowed, specially peaceful magic such as healing or farming. As for harmful magic..."

"You're going to prohibit us from defending ourselves!" the boy exclaimed once more angry. And this time, the pleasure Arthur was giving him didn't work to subdue him, since the sorcerer stepped backwards in order to glare ferociously at him, breaking their contact in the process.

"It will also be allowed," Arthur clarified with a displeased glare of his own. "But the Crown will watch them more closely. Of course, all sorcerers and sorceresses will have to pledge loyalty to Camelot but those with more power and a talent for the battle will be part of Camelot's army."

"So what you want is to control us!" The sorcerer's fury was in full force by then. "I'm one of the most powerful sorcerers to ever live, my lord," he spat in defiance. "What are you going to do to me? Chain me to do your bidding?"

Arthur, for his part, was losing his patience. Had he really thought Arthur was a tyrant who only wanted to legalize magic to make sorcerers his slaves? How dare that boy! He jumped up and stood face to face with the sorcerer.

"I will appoint a Court Magician who I can trust and there will be sorcerers and sorceresses in the council. They will handle all the matters related to magic, under my supervision, of course. But I will control nothing!"

The boy was rendered speechless by the king's last roared affirmation. With his heated look gone, his features softened to a confused boyish frown. And that beautiful expression was enough to melt Arthur's upset too. It was time to change tactics. He stepped closer to the sorcerer and when they were but a few centimetres from each other, Arthur sneaked a hand under the boy's tunic to stroke his back reassuringly.

"Now," he practically purred into the sorcerer's ear, "if you don't have more questions for me, would you show me?"

"What?" the boy stuttered, not understanding Arthur's meaning. He turned his head and fixed the king in another perplexed stare.

Arthur smirked before leaving a sweet peck on the boy's lips and sitting on the bed patiently. "Your magic, of course." He raised an eyebrow suggestively at the still standing shocked boy. "You said you are 'one of the most powerful sorcerers to ever live'. I thought that with all that power and as invested as you are in the future of magic, you would be interested in the post of Court Magician."

The boy gaped at him. "Me..." he achieved to mumble finally.

"So, go on," Arthur encouraged as he leaned back and made himself comfortable on his own bed. "Show me what you can do with your so powerful magic."

A few seconds of uncertainty and the sorcerer's eyes flashed gold. Arthur didn't know what to expect of that. What had the sorcerer done? There didn't seem to be any difference... And then Arthur felt it. A light caress that went from his right cheek down to his neck, chest and further down to his groin.

Arthur's eyes bulged slightly when the ties of his pants started to undo themselves on their own accord while more and more soft caresses started to join in the pursuit of stroking his whole body. A quick glance back at the sorcerer and those beautiful golden eyes confirmed that he was the one responsible for his pleasure.

With the wish of enjoying the deep emotions the boy was giving him, Arthur closed his eyes tightly and let himself feel. It was as if hundreds of curious hands were touching him everywhere – his shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, legs,... Even his most secret places, since Arthur soon felt the night cool air on his half hard length as it was freed from his pants and worshipped reverently as the rest of his body.

Without his noticing, the king had surrendered completely to the sensations the sorcerer was creating in his body. His mind was muddled and certainly unable to comprehend how was it possible that the sorcerer could awake in him such pleasure from afar, without moving at all or touching him himself. How could it be?

In an attempt to decipher such a mystery, the king opened his eyes only to find the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld. The boy was still in the same place where he was before Arthur had closed his eyes, his gaze still glowing pure gold, but there was a certain hunger in it. And then, there were those kind of sparkles of light. Those strange golden threads that seemed to come from the sorcerer towards Arthur to dance around him while leaving those delightful butterfly caresses on his skin.

The sensations were so intense that they were about to overflow him. Arthur really felt he could come undone at any minute and he couldn't allow that. He couldn't let all those amazing emotions end so soon. He wanted to experiment more. He wanted to feel it all. And for that he needed to stop.

His decision made, Arthur didn't lose time. In an instant he stood up across all those lights, grabbed the unsuspecting sorcerer with his strong hands and threw him onto the bed. As Arthur straddled the boy, pinning him effectively against the soft mattress, the lights and the golden hue in the boy's eyes disappeared gradually.

The moment had been broken but it was far from over. The boy was looking up at him and his expression said clearly he was still willing to go on with whatever it was they were doing. That sorcerer didn't seem to be intimidated by him. In fact, he was looking at him with a trusting smile. Arthur, of course, did the only sensible thing. He confessed, "I want to see more of your magic."

He received a soft chuckle and a nod from the sorcerer and that was all he needed to utter shamelessly, "I want you to take off your clothes..." A moment of silence more transpired then before he added, "with magic."

There was a new golden flash in the sorcerer's eyes, accompanied by an impish smirk on those plump red lips. When Arthur looked down to their bodies, they were both stark naked. The king, however, didn't mind at all. His pants were just a nuisance and, anyway, the only important thing in that moment was that he was finally able to contemplate the boy at his most glorious.

And glorious he was. The beauty of his face – with his silky jet black hair, his lively eyes, his exquisite cheekbones and sinful lips – was complimented by the rest of that lustful body. The milky skin seemed to glow golden (maybe because of the light of the candles and the fireplace or maybe because of the sorcerer's magic). The scarce dark hair that covered part of his torso and legs seemed almost elegant. And those perky pink nipples...

However, as lascivious as the view was, there was a whole innocence in the boy, in the way he seemed almost shy under the king's scrutiny that reaffirmed Arthur's belief that not all magic was evil or, at least, that that incredible naïve beautiful fierce and a bit idiotic boy couldn't be evil.

Once more overtaken by his own feelings, the king took action. It was time for his eager mouth to bring those same amazing sensations he had just experienced to the sorcerer. And so, he kissed, licked and sucked every inch of skin he could reach, from that sweet mouth, to that delectable neck, to those alluring nipples and even down to the boy's already full hard on.

As much as the king was enjoying his exploration, he did notice when once more his skin was in the receiving end of those mysterious golden caresses. Delighted by the mere thought of being so revered by the sorcerer's magic, Arthur went one step further. His hands deftly turned the boy around so that he could proceed with his ministrations to the back of the boys neck and again down to the boy's entrance.

A mere few licks in there and the boy's until then subdued whimpers transformed in chocked pleas, "No, please..." he practically moaned. "I want you to..." he turned his head around to look at Arthur with imploring eyes and begged, "Let me..."

Arthur distinguished clearly a new flash of gold in the sorcerer's eyes. However, he didn't have time to ponder what the boy had done that time when said boy knelt up and presented his arse hole as an offering. Good god, he had prepared himself with magic! And, of course, Arthur, being such a gracious king, could do nothing but abide by the sorcerer's wishes.

All delicacy forgotten, he pushed into the boy with gusto and was rewarded with sweet moans and more of those strange lights surrounding them. Even... was that a butterfly? The boy's moving against him made him banish such a stupid thought from his mind and surrender completely to the passion.

They moved in total synchrony, every one of Arthur's shoves enthusiastically met by the sorcerer. Their joined bodies glistened in the beautiful golden threads moving around them, stroking them and intensifying their utter bliss.

And he had believed he had experienced pleasure before. In all his life, Arthur had never felt such fulfilling satisfaction. He doubted that something as extraordinary as flying could compare to that – to the incredible excitement of having unadulterated magic touching you everywhere. It was so intense that he would happily die in that moment with no regrets.

"My lord," the sorcerer suddenly whispered reverently between pants. "Do me the honour... of allowing me to be... the first sorcerer... to pledge loyalty to you..."

That threw the king over the edge and he came as a bright light clouded his reason. Then, darkness and an adoring voice that told him, "I'm always at your service."

When Arthur regained conscience the room was completely dark again, a clear contrast to all the candles and luminous threads that had illuminated his chambers but a few moments before. There was nobody else with him. The sorcerer was gone and Arthur was left alone in his bed, naked and coated with sweat. In his mind there was only room for one thought. Magic was really a wonder.

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In the morning...

Today was an important day. As king of Camelot, Arthur had an important announcement to do to his people.

He was to be dressed and groomed to perfection for that and for the banquet that would follow to celebrate such a historic occasion. After more than 25 years, magic was welcomed back to Camelot.

Most nobles of his realm were to attend for the announcement and the posterior banquet as well as dignitaries from other surrounding realms. Of course, his people, the good citizens of Camelot would also be there when he would go out the main balcony overlooking the square to give the good news.

As everybody could see, today was indeed a very important day. Then, why hadn't his manservant come to help him dress for such a big occasion? Why had he been forced to try to prepare himself? He wasn't stupid, he knew he was doomed to disaster but it was getting late and when he had asked the guards outside his door for the whereabouts of his manservant, no one had been able to answer him.

Perhaps he was acting a bit childish not allowing another servant to help him, but he really thought it had to be his manservant who should dress him for the day that would most probably change their lives. And so he embarked alone on the frightening quest of looking for suitable clothes in his very huge wardrobe and trying to put them on.

Suddenly, when he was struggling to move a quite tight tunic down his torso, the door opened. Thank god, Arthur thought without turning around. "You there Merlin?" he asked. "Where have you been?"

When the king finally turned around, his eyes were fixed on an impeccably dressed Merlin. He was unmistakably wearing last night's clothes and Arthur couldn't help noticing that in the daylight that wonderful embroidered tunic matched his beautiful eyes perfectly.

After a few seconds, Arthur had to close his mouth, noticing he was gawking at the dazzling image that his loyal servant/friend/lover turned sorcerer presented.

Merlin only chuckled at Arthur and went to leave a tray of food (that Arthur hadn't even noticed he was holding) on the table. As he approached the king, Merlin's smile turned into a full grin. "Really Arthur. Can't I leave you alone for a minute?"

"Where have you been?" Arthur repeated with a pout.

Merlin frowned. "Today is the big announcement," he declared as if it was obvious. At Arthur's confused face, Merlin rolled his eyes and clarified. "I had to prepare myself too. Wouldn't you want me to attend with my usual ragged clothes?"

Gazing at how gorgeous Merlin looked, Arthur could only nod in understanding. He allowed Merlin to take off that horrible tight tunic he was trying to put on and went to eat something while Merlin moaned and complained without restraint about the mess Arthur had created in the wardrobe and even on the room's floor.

However, both of them were smiling happily at both their antics. And they continued to do so later, while the servant dressed his master to perfection. And also after that, when they kissed with wild abandon. And even when they left the king's chambers to go to the balcony where the great announcement would take place. And by the time the good subjects of Camelot were cheering for the good news, both lovers were grinning like mad in utter bliss.

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