Chapter Two

He bit back a groan, his head tilting backwards against the wooden door and a dull thump noise was heard upon connect. The Knight of Camelot had no idea how this had happened – it was so fast. One minute, he had offered to help Merlin unsaddle the horses after a hunt; the next, he was trembling in where he stood, as the manservant gave him one of the best blowjobs he had ever received.

Even stranger was the fact he could see the Crowned Prince in the distance, relaxing leisurely against the piles of hay, his breeches undone and his eyes watching them like a predator would watch his prey.

It should have unnerved him to be caught by the Prince, but instead it seemed to excite him more. Or maybe it was the fact that, at the exact moment, Merlin had swallowed around the head of his cock. He couldn't be too sure.

His hands wove into the silky black locks, tightening and relaxing his grip in an attempt to stave of orgasms (and insanity) for a while longer. Merlin traced his tongue along the underside of his cock and his hips jerked in response. He choked on the sudden movements and Gwaine tried to force himself to still.

"Don't worry about being gentle with him," Arthur suggested from the other side of the room. His eyes sparkling, one hand smeared pre-cum across his head whilst the other tweaked his nipple. "He likes it rough, don't you Merlin? Loves the burn at the back of his throat and the ache in his jaw when he's done…"

Merlin made an unrecognisable noise in response, sending a jolt up his spine. Gwaine moaned loudly, his grip tightening and holding Merlin's head in place as his hips rocked forwards. With a ferocity he did not realised he possessed, he quickened his pace, watching his cock slide effortlessly between the red lips, pulled apart and dripping with salvia. The manservant's eyes were blown, diluted, and the colour blue deeper and darker than it had ever been remembered. Merlin whined around the persistent intruder, his hands rising to hold onto Gwaine's hips.

Arthur's voice could be heard somewhere in the distance. Although the world was slowly becoming fuzzy and dull around him, the man's husky voice could be heard clearly. "God, that looks so fucking hot…love watching you suck cock…pretty…love to be fucked rough, don't you Merlin? Begging for it…oh yeah…don't hold back…keep going…fuck his mouth, watch…pretty, wet lips…"

It was just low spoken words, no real thought behind the words, but it was enough for Gwaine to begin to answer with low murmurs of "yes" and "fuck". His hands shook with the pleasure. He'd never been this wound up before – he just needed his release. He panted loudly and thrust hard into the back of his throat, making sure to roll his hips so his pre-come spread around that pretty mouth. Merlin dug his fingers into the solid hips.

The burning in the pit of his stomach strengthened, heating up the rest of his body. His movements become frantic, uncontrollable, as he felt something snap within him, shocking him at the suddenness after so long of just building pressure, and his vision blurred for a moment…

Gwaine awoke with a start, sitting up in his bed. He was breathing heavily, his skin drenched with sweat, and the weight on his groin caused an ache he was desperate to relieve. He ran a hand over his face, almost as if the cold palm could wake him, and yawned deeply. Slightly disoriented, he turned to his digital clock. The bright red letters stared boldly up at him: 08:59.

Too early, he decided and with a groan he dropped back onto his pillows.

Closing his eyes, he turned into the pillow and breathed in deeply, attempting to relax his body, but there was one part of his body that was being stubborn. Cracking one eye open, he raised the duvet cover just enough that he could look down his body to see his erection straining against the confines of the boxer shorts he slept in. He glared down at his 'friend', silently willing him to back down, but it did not work.

God, that was one hell of a dream, he mused. For a while, he wondered where it came from. He had never had a historical wet dream before, much less one about Mythical peoples and civilisations. Maybe it was because he had watched the Sword in the Stone the night before, but he could not be certain. After all, the age differences in his dream and in the film were massive.

The dream had felt so real, certainly enough to get a response as if he was a sexual frustrated teenager one more. His eyebrows furrowed at that thought. Even now, as he lay awake, he could almost feel Merlin's sweet mouth around his cock, the indents in his hips and the low murmurs of Arthur's indecent ramblings. His cock twitched in appreciation of the image, and a shudder ran through his body.

He cursed under his breath and pressed the heel of his hand down on the persistent hardness, gritting his teeth to try and stave it off. It did not work. He did not believe in fate – he was not that kind of person – but it would seem it was trying to tell him something. That dream…was that really what he wanted? Did his subconscious make up his mind for him without even realising? Although, if reality was even a fraction of how pleasing that dream was, he had no complaints.

It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, a voice in the back of his head reminded him almost coyly. You know how long you've wanted to have the chance to get at Merlin's arse, so why is it taking you so long to decide?

He's my friend; I don't want to make anything awkward between us. Plus there's Arthur…

Arthur is more than willing to let you have your way with him and Merlin in any which way you want. Having that man there is a bonus in my books.

I don't know…

Biting his bottom lip with vacillation, his cold hand slid down the contorts of his toned stomach and slipped beneath the elastic waistband.

"…Do you think he'll agree?" Merlin questioned his voice quiet and thoughtful.

He was currently curled against his lover's side, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of the man's calloused hand running through his hair, massaging his scalp, so softly. Despite the fact he was currently desperate to share another sexual experience with Arthur and Gwaine, he was beginning to wonder whether it was a mistake to include his best friend in the encounter. He did not want anything to change between them, and he was worried that even suggesting that he thought of the man as anything more than a friend would ruin what they had.

It was never a conversation that had come up. He was sure it was common between friends to talk about sexual escapades (which he did) and have had some sexual experiences together – like a mutual wank or something – but this was something much bigger than that. Something much more complicated.

Arthur paused in his movements, thoughtfully, and Merlin whined childish at the lack of contact. With a wiry smile, he continued. "…I think he'll more than likely agree," he finally announced, "Your friend's a horny dog, no denying it, and I'm almost certain he would do anything for you."

"Really?" Merlin raised his head, looking confused, "Why?"

"You're his friend, of course," Arthur lied coolly, inwardly laughing at his lover's complete naivety when it came to how people felt about him. In Arthur's eyes, the fact that the dark man was infatuated with his man was obvious. "People would do anything for their friend's right?"

"Hmm…I suppose so," Merlin mumbled in agreement, snuggling back into the crook of the man's strong neck.

"Plus, there's the fact that Gwaine is not an idiot and, as soon as it was mentioned, he began imagine us together," Arthur added, his voice dangerous. "You could see it when he's eyes darkened. He wants to see us together, my cock buried deep inside you." As if imagining, he began to rock his hips upward and Merlin sighed in pleasure, mimicking the movements.

Their breath became harsh as their need grew, as their movements became persistent and rough. Arthur had stopped stroking his lover's hair and now just gripped it tightly, holding him to his neck that was being nipped and licked mercilessly.

He groaned loudly in annoyance when there was a knock at the door, disrupting them, and Merlin managed to wiggle out of his grip. "Hurry back," he whined almost pathetically, making his lover smirk and wiggle his hips lusciously as he left.

Gwaine stood on the doorstep, hands in his trouser pockets, with an expression of awkwardness or nervousness on his face – Merlin could not be too sure. His friend offered him a slight smile and shuffled closer to the door.

"Gwaine, what are you doing here?" he wondered, quickly glancing at the wall clock he could just about see through the ajar kitchen door, "It's midday – aren't you supposed to be watching Elena's kids while she works?"

"Ah, yeah, she cancelled. Day off, you know…um, oh fuck it!"

Before he had anytime to think of a response, or an action, he felt Gwaine's lips pressed firmly against his.

That was all he needed to know.