The Prince and The Pauper Chapter 3, a merlin fanfic

Prince and the pauper 3

Arthur gazed around the packed hall, trying to find sighted of his manservant. Merlin was supposed to be by his side, pouring him drinks and serving his food not... huddled in a corner, giggling hysterically with Gwen. Arthur's eyes narrowed when he saw the two of them and even more so at the jugs of wine in their hands.

Since when were servants allowed to drink from the jug? He thought angrily. Since when did Merlin laugh like that? His fist tightened around his knife. And since when did Gwen think it was acceptable to touch his Merlin like that? Whore! He thought angrily. Damn whore!

Okay, so maybe he was overreacting, maybe it was a slight touch of his arm, but still...it's Merlin. A voice in Arthur's mind whined. He averted his eyes and caught Morgana glaring at him, probably for glaring at Gwen. He rolled his eyes and rested his head on his hand. "Arthur!" Uther hissed, "Manners!" He quickly sat upright again. Damn whore getting me in trouble with the fucking twat. He thought as he drummed his fingers on the table.

Despite Morgana's warning look, Arthur felt ready to kill Gwen when she wrapped and arm around Merlin's neck and reached up to whisper in his ear. Merlin snorted, spraying wine out as he laughed, cheeks flushed. Arthur nearly crushed his goblet in his hand as he watched. He couldn't take it anymore.

He stood up quickly, almost knocking his chair over, earning a disapproving look from his father. He cleared his throat and straightened out non-existents creases in his tunic. "Please excuse me, father. I wish to retire to my chambers." Uther nodded before turning to talk to Morgana. "Merlin!" Arthur called as he left.

"See you, Gwen." Merlin handed her the jug before racing after his prince, knocking his elbow on the doorway and falling out of the room in hysterics.

Arthur span on his heels and grabbed Merlin tightly by the arm, anger shining in his eyes. "What do you think you are doing?!" He hissed to his manservant, steering him round the corner and receiving a raised eyebrow from a servant going the other way.

"I think I'm being dragged by the prince of Camelot to our private sex chamber." Merlin answered between giggles. Arthur flushed and slammed Merlin against a wall, leaning against him. Merlin looked around. "Are we here already?" He giggled again and wrapped his arms loosely around Arthur's neck.

"Merlin, how much have you had to drink?" Arthur asked.

"Umm..." Merlin closed one eye and held his thumb and forefinger close together between their faces. He moved them apart until he could stretch them no further and giggled again.

Arthur, anger and impatiens rising in him, sighed and grabbed Merlin by his scrawny upper arm, continuing to drag him towards his chamber.

"OW!" Merlin whined, pouting, "Arthur you're hurting me!"

"Good!" Merlin grumbled as Arthur shoved him into the room "bring some water up here, will you?" he said to a passing servant and closed the door. "You're such an idiot, Merlin." He said, pushing the servant onto the bed and pulling off his boots. "This should be you down here!" He growled.

"If you insist." Merlin said, dropping off the bed.

"No, Merlin!" Arthur picked his up bridal style and threw him back on the bed, earning a 'whee!' from Merlin. "Lie down, go to sleep." He ordered, pulling up the covers.

"But I haven't changed!" Merlin whined. Arthur watched the sheets move, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes widened as Merlin dropped his breeches out of the bed and began pulling off his scarf and jacket.

"Very professional, Merlin." Arthur said sarcastically. "Getting drunk then spontaneously stripping in your master's bed, you're unbelievable." He sighed heavily as there was a knock at the door and a timid voice called out: "Sire, I brought you some water."

"I'll get it shall I?" Merlin called cheerfully, sliding out of bed now fully naked and wandering over to the door. Arthur's eyes widened as he watched his servant's hands close around the handle was across the room in seconds, shoving Merlin aside as he opened the door.

"Thank you!" He said quickly, taking the jug and goblets before slamming the door and locking it so that Merlin wouldn't wonder the castle corridors.

"I'm the servant, Arthur. I'm meant to-"

"Drink this then go to sleep." Arthur ordered, shoving the goblet into the slighter man's chest.

"Ah! Arthur, it's cold!" Merlin complained, laying a hand on his skin where the goblet touched him.

Merlin took a mouthful of the water, spilling most of it down himself. He pulled a face and shoved the goblet back at Arthur. "It's water!"

Yes, Merlin. And if you don't sober up soon, I'll dunk your head in a bucket of it, got it?" Merlin pouted and stuck his tongue out at the prince.

"Prat."

"Idiot."

"Sex?"

Arthur sighed. It took a lot for him to say; "Not whilst your drunk." Before he moved round to the other side of the bed and began to undress.

"But Arthur!" Merlin whined, walking on his knees across the bed to Arthur, stumbling twice. "I'm all naked and hot. Please, my Lord?" He whispered in the Princes ear, knowing exactly what the title did to him when it passed through Merlin's lips.

Arthur shivered as Merlin's arms wrapped around his shoulders. He was finding it near impossible to resist the naked body pressed tight against his back. Merlin's lips began to kiss at his neck and shoulder and Arthur began to wonder how drunk his manservant really was.

"Merlin, you need to-" He hissed as Merlin bit down on the skin.

"Arthur, I need to do something about your problem." Merlin murmured against the skin as he trailed his hands down Arthur's body to cup his half-hard cock.

Arthur screwed his eyes closed as he bit back a whimper. He could feel himself relaxing against Merlin but willed his cock to stay soft. With Merlin there, there was very little chance of that happening

"Come on, Arthur." Merlin cooed, taking Arthur's hand and turning him to face him where he was knelt on the bed. "Come play with me, I'll be your new toy, all yours." Arthur's eyes glazed over as he was pulled onto the bed on top of his toy.

Arthur felt himself be pushed down into the soft bed. Merlin's cold finger's worked his clothes off of his body. Fingers were replaced by lips travelling down his neck and chest and he allowed the whimpers to spill from his lips

"Merlin, I thought you said you were my toy, you said I would play with you." Arthur complained.

"Yes, but toys are there to entertain and please you." He moved back up Arthur's body to kiss him passionately. "Am I or am I not pleasing you?" He asked against the prince's lips.

"Would you prefer it if I stopped?" Merlin whispered.

Arthur's eyes widened and he moved his hand to grip Merlin's hair. "Stop now and I may be forced to tell my father your secret."

"No you won't, because then I wouldn't be able to do this," Merlin teased as he grasped Arthur's erection and began pumping it. "Or this," Merlin continued, leaning down to suck and nibble on the Prince's nipple.

Arthur moaned loudly but managed to control himself long enough to say, "hence, Gwen." Merlin bit down hard before sitting up.

"Not funny, Prince." Merlin warned.

"Oh but it is, Servant." Arthur countered

"Royal ass." Merlin crossed his arms and climbed off Arthur.

"Meddling Sorcerer." Arthur said, sitting up and frowning.

"Prat!" Merlin yelled.

"Idiot!" Arthur shouted back. The glares and silence did not last long as they both started laughing. "truce?" Arthur held out his hand to Merlin.

Merlin stared at the hand, eyebrow raised. He knocked it aside and dived at his Prince, kissing him deeply and passionately, his arms locking behind Arthur's neck and the Pendragon's circled his hips.

Arthur quickly pushed Merlin back so he was pinned to the bed, still kissing him. He let his hand hang off the bed and search the floor for Merlin's discarded neckerchief. When he found it, he tied Merlin's hand to the headboard. "Now I can play with my toy."

Merlin looked up at his captured hands and it took his scrambled mind a few minutes to work out what was happening. His eyes widened and he started to struggle.

"Arthur! Arthur no! Arthur play fair! I want to touch you too!"

Arthur shook his head, grinning evilly. "My turn to play. You wanted sex, Merlin, remember?" He teased.

"Yeah, but this isn't fai-OH!" Merlin was cut off as Arthur leant forward to suck and nibble on Merlin's neck. "Arthur, you prat! Let me go!" Merlin shouted, struggling against the material.

"That would be no fun, now, would it? And aren't toys meant to be fun?" Arthur purred sending a shiver up Merlin's spine.

"But... But..."

Merlin couldn't say anything as Athur's head travelled lower. He gave a cry of pleasure as the Prince's lips found one of his sensitive spots and arches his back into the touch.

Arthur slid his hands under Merlin and squeezed his cheeks making Merlin gasp and buck his hips. "Why yes, Merlin, you do have a very nice butt." Merlin whined and wriggled, trying to free himself from Arthur's hands.

"No, I want to play to, Arthur." Merlin said, gaze fixed on the material binding his wrist, trying to wriggle free.

"You did, you played drunk earlier. And besides," Arthur said, mouth directly above Merlin's weeping cock, "toys aren't meant to play, they're meant to be played with." Before Merlin had a chance to even think of an answer, Arthur engulfed him completely, his nose buried in Merlin's dark hair.

"No, I want to play to, Arthur." Merlin said, gaze fixed on the material binding his wrist, trying to wriggle free.

Arthur sighed happily, lips firmly around Merlin. The other's scent was his drug. He couldn't get enough of it.

Merlin's hands came free and buried in Arthur's golden locks, trying to move with prince's head but Arthur wouldn't budge.

Arthur saw the red material fall next to his face and suddenly realised that Merlin's hands were in his hair. He pulled back and looked at the younger man who groaned at the loss. "Magic's cheating."

"S'not, it's an advantage, just like your strength." Merlin protested, clawing at Arthur's skin, trying to pull him back down.

"Cheater." Arthur mumbled before taking Merlin in again. He let his hand brush up Merlin's body, stopping only to tease his nipple, until it reached Merlin's mouth. He tapped them against the sorcerer's lip expectantly.

Merlin opened his mouth and allowed Arthur's fingers to slip inside. He bit down on them before they could go too far and flicked his tongue over just the tips.

Arthur pulled back once more, licking the tip of Merlin's erection. "Be careful with that, Merlin. Because if I bite, it'll hurt a lot more." Merlin winced at the thought. Arthur smiled and out his fingers in his own mouth, sucking and licking them until he was satisfied, Merlin watched and stroked Arthur's chest.

Arthur grinned evilly and moved his hand downwards, the finger circling Merlin's waiting hole. And just as Merlin thought he was going to be penetrated, Arthur took the finger away and thrust it up into his own tight hole, crying out at the feeling. Merlin could only watch, wide eyed and slack-jawed as Arthur stretched himself.

'If this is what Merlin feels like every time I do this to him,' Arthur thought, head resting on the sorcerer's shoulder as he inserted another finger into himself, 'Why the hell does he keep wanting to do it?' Tears had pricked in the Prince's eyes and a few began to run down pale skin.

Merlin's eyes widened and a rested a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Arthur..." He whispered softly, drawing small circle on tensed shoulders with the tips of his fingers. "Arthur... let me..."

"It's not meant to feel like that...here," he gently pulled Arthur's fingers out and pulled Arthur to lie on top of him. "You have to be more gentle, look." His eyes flashed gold and a vial of oil appeared in his hand.

"It's still cheating." Arthur grumbled against Merlin's shoulder causing the dark haired man to chuckle. Merlin oiled up his fingers and trailed them down Arthur's back, leaving goose bumps in his track. When he reached Arthur's entrance, he kissed the Prince's neck.

"Arthur, relax." Arthur didn't respond. "Arthur, please trust me, just let me take care of you."

Merlin gently slipped one of his oiled fingers into the Prince's entrance. Arthur whimpered and nuzzled his face further into Merlin. It still hurt but a hell of a lot less than last time. Merlin's finger stilled.

"Are you ok?" He asked gently, "Do you want me to stop?"

Arthur shook his head. No matter how much it hurt he was going to let Merlin do this. "No..." He whispered back, trying to hide his pain, C-Carry on... please Merlin."

Merlin wriggled his finger experimentally before moving it in and out of the prince. "How does that feel?" Arthur didn't answer straight away, but waited until he was sure o his answer.

"Better," he said finally. "Kind of...kind of good, Merlin, could you-" As if reading his thoughts, Merlin added another finger and began scissoring and stretching the prince making him whimper and moan at the feeling. "Mmm...Merlin, I see now."

"See what? The light?" Arthur bit down on Merlin's collar bone, halting the other's laugh.

"Why."

Merlin smiled despite the fact that Arthur was trying to eat him, he wasn't entirely sure whether that was a bad thing.

"Why what? My Prince." The sorcerer whispered, licking at Arthur's ear.

"I see why you like this now." Arthur said finally.

"Ah, so there is a full sentence in there." Merlin teased.

"Shut up and move your fingers. Idiot." Merlin smiled and added a third and final finger, moving them in and out of the prince, who was rocking back to meet them. After a few more thrusts, Merlin stopped moving his fingers and just watched as Arthur rocked back onto them, fucking himself on Merlin's fingers. The very idea turned him on even more. "Fingers, out." Arthur grunted.

"Ah, the sentences are gone again, I see." Arthur sat up and tapped Merlin's cheek, pointing a finger at him, he said, "respect your master, servant." To which Merlin stuck his tongue out because he's just that mature.

Arthur moved so that he was knelt over Merlin, holding himself steady with heavy hands on Merlin's chest.

Merlin, how was finding it hard to breath with Arthur's weight pressing down on his bony chest, gripped the Prince's upper arm with one hand and held his cock steady with the other as Arthur began to lower himself.

It took all of Merlin's self control to not thrust up into the tight heat that was Arthur Pendragon, as the prince lowered himself. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was fully seated on the slighter boy. "Oh, shit...Ah, Merlin," Arthur gasped. "This feels so-"

"Arthur, maybe you should-"

"Merlin, you feel so fucking huge in here!" Arthur shouted and it feels so weird..."Arthur wriggled his hips then moaned.

Merlin grinned at the comment. "Why thank you Arthur."

Knowing that he was the first and possible only person to ever see Arthur like this made his heart swell. He rested his hands on the Prince's hips and waited patiently for Arthur to get used to the fell.

"Ugh, Merlin." Arthur grumbled, shifting his hips, making Merlin grip them tighter.

"You okay?" The warlock asked.

"...Yeah." Arthur moved his hands so that he could lift himself.

Inch by inch, Arthur lifted himself off of Merlin, their eyes locked all the while. He stopped when only the head of the sorcerer's penis was indie of him before letting himself fall, fully sheathed onto the slimmer male.

Arthur cried out and clenched his muscles around Merlin. "Arthur?" Merlin asked quickly, gasping.

"What...What the hell was that?" Arthur asked the ceiling. Merlin looked round

"What was what?"

"The stars...and the-" He shivered , remembering the sudden rush of pleasure

"It's the bloody reason I let you inside of me. Now move, Prince!"

For once, Arthur did as he was told and slowly lifted himself off of Merlin before slamming back down again, causing them both to moan. Arthur could feel a soft trickle of blood seeping down the inside of his legs but the pleasure was too great for him to care.

However, that didn't stop Merlin. "Arthur," no answer, the blonde kept moving. "Arthur, you're-"

"I know." Arthur said simply. "Don't care." Merlin frowned and reached down to Arthur, muttering a spell that he hoped would stop both the bleeding and any pain the prince still felt, though it looked like he didn't mind if he was. Arthur gasped at the strange feeling of magic working within him.

He leant forward to kiss his servant, changing the angle as Merlin bucked his hips, hitting Arthur's prostate again. "What the fuck is that?" Arthur Asked, panting against Merlin's lips.

"Magic spot. Fantastic, isn't it?" Merlin asked, bucking his hips again. Arthur could only nod and moan in agreement as he remained still as his servant thrust up into him repeatedly.

Once again their lips met, tongues battling with each other for dominance. Whether it was this role reversal or the fact that Arthur let him, Merlin one and his tongue feverishly started to explore the Prince's hot mouth as his hips continued to thrush in his Prince.

"Merlin, I don't think I can last.-"

"Me neither. Oh, God, you're so tight." Merlin practically sobbed, letting his head fall back. Arthur smirked and rocked back to meet Merlin's hips, squeezing around the servant. "Oh Christ, Arthur, you demon. I love you, but you're-OH" Merlin moaned loudly when the prince repeated the action.

Arthur sat upright again and started bouncing on Merlin's lap, faster and faster as he neared completion. Merlin's hand searched blindly for the Prince's, vaguely feeling a pressure on his chest, he found the hand there and linked their fingers together. "Ah-Oh, shit, Arthur, I-"

Arthur's eyes widened as he felt himself filled. He watched Merlin's face as the other came, deep within himself. His own climax took hold of him and he found himself screaming Merlin's name, tightening around the other's cock.

"Yes, Arthur, it was." Merlin said in a patronising voice.

"You know what I mean." They lay in silence for a while until Merlin said: "Arthur, you're crushing me." Then Arthur rolled off, Merlin's flaccid member slipping from his body causing him to hiss.

"What did you think of that, then?" Merlin asked casually as Arthur pulled him into his chest.

"Felt weird...good...amazing. Couldn't do it all the time, just sometimes." Arthur frowned suddenly. "How do you do it every time?"

"That's the difference between you and I: You were born to rule, I was born to be your submissive." Merlin joked, trailing his fingers up and down Arthur's back. "Cold." He whispered.

"You have magic, move the covers." Arthur grumbled, eyes closed peacefully.

"Lazy ass Prince." Merlin complained, but moved the covers none the less.

"So how drunk were you?" Arthur asked, eyes still closed as the covers were laid gently over their naked forms.

Merlin grinned, closing his eyes and burying his face in Arthur's blond locks. "Drunk My Prince? I have no idea what you are talking about. I am a good servant. I don't drink."