Note from Author
Hii Everyone! So I wrote this rather long oneshot based on the following prompt that my roommate gave me.
"A smutty one shot of Merlin and Arthur where a wizard puts a 'lust' spell on Arthur, and Merlin is like 'Fuck me daddy.'"
Though this fanfic sticks closely to the prompt, I have strayed away slightly to give both Merlin and Arthur's character a bit more debt. In fact, I wouldn't say this read is full-blown smutty, but it rather resembles soft porn with smuttier elements.
Irrespective, if you are a true fan of the Merlin-Arthur ship, you should probably, (hopefully), enjoy this read.
Let me know.
Without further ado, here is the setting...
Setting
Camelot, sometime between the 1st and 2nd season, where now both Merlin and Arthur are familiar with each other and Arthur is already aware that Merlin is a warlock, which he has accepted and keeps secret.
Overview
While seemingly on an innocent hunt, Prince Arthur(19) of Camelot, accidentally offends Nimueh, the High-Priestess over life and death, who curses him in a rather unorthodox and embarrassing way. Upon returning to Camelot, Arthur requests the services of his manservant Merlin(18); but not the typical services a prince would usually request of one's servant. In the heath of the predicament, both young men find themselves overcoming the awkwardness through their natural chemistry which carries them through a rather wholesome afternoon.
Narrator's voice
Merlin stood, one foot wobbling on a small three-legged wooden stool and the other with his knee bent on the windowsill, dump rag in hand as he stretched out trying to reach the top of the glass. He'd finished wiping the majority of the window, and now only the trickiest part at the top, where the stained glass was, remained. He leaned forward attempting to keep his balance when a rather loud canter caught his attention.
From the window he stretched out of, he had a clear view of the palace's entrance, as half a dozen white-crested horses galloped in hastily to the main square.
The fleet had rode out early that morning to the forest for the hunt. Merlin, upon the insistence of the Prince, had stayed behind to, "perhaps finish all" his chores, as Arthur had put it.
He now watched as Arthur flew off his horse and ran faster than Merlin had seen him run in a long time, until he disappeared into the castle.
At that speed, Merlin thought, it was only going to take the prince a few minutes before he made it up the staircase, past the great hall, and into his chambers. He began preparing himself to steadily make his way down off the ledge when the door swung right open.
"And there he is … returning with such haste because you come bearing news of your great triumph my Lord?" Merlin bantered. He hadn't yet had the chance even to turn round to look at the prince before he simultaneously heard the door slam shut, and something big yet not heavy hit him from the back causing him to fly off the stool and headfirst into the bucket he'd been using to clean with, luckily landing on the very same pillow the prince had disdainly thrown.
"You insufferable buffoon Merlin. How dare you speak to me with such arrogance, I am to be your King!"
"I'm sorry Sire," Merlin apologized prying the bucket off, and wiping the wet hair out of his eyes.
He pulled off his scarf and began ringing it out into the bucket when he properly caught a glimpse of Arthur. The young prince was flushed, heaving, almost trembling in place.
"Arthur, what's wrong?!" Merlin stood, nearing him.
"Nothing…" The prince shot back, too quickly to be true.
"No! Tell me, look at you! Where are you hurt?"
"I'm … not … hurt," Arthur responded arrogantly, crossing his arms. Merlin neared him nonetheless and began lifting his limbs and undoing his chainmail. "No, I don't believe you, you're hurt somewhere I'm sure of it."
"I'm not Merlin! And stop touching me," He pushed Merlin off in a way that seemed strange even for the prince's usual haughty temperament.
"Okay then … what's wrong," Merlin replied finally relenting on strip-searching the young prince.
"Nothing's wrong." the prince said turning away swiftly and fidgeting with the dresser to his left before he found his hand looming around the curtains that hung by his bedpost and began drawing them towards him.
"Arthur! If nothing's wrong … why are you back so soon from the hunt? You shouldn't be back for at least a couple of hours. And you practically flew up those stairs. I haven't seen you run like that since ... well ... I'm not sure I've ever seen your lazy ass run that fast at all."
"Merlin would you shut the fuck up!" Arthur cut him off. "Not today. Please." The prince turned away hiding himself behind the curtain, his voice sounding as though it was nearly on the brink of breaking.
"See... this is not you ... I know you, Arthur, something is wrong, please tel..."
"Fine … yes … something is …" Arthur cut him off, "... something is wrong. ... In a sense."
"Okay ... what's wrong … what's going on?" Merlin, hastily approached the prince nearly cornering him.
"Move back Merlin or I will slit your throat.
"Sorry! I'm merely trying to help. It wouldn't be so difficult if you would just tell me what the fuck's the matter!"
"Nimueh!" Arthur finally spit out in release.
"You met Nimueh?"
"Yes, in the forest."
"What did she do? Arthur what has she done!?" Merlin's voice suddenly became serious, far more than he himself had recognized, and he approached Arthur again, this time with much more tenderness, yet rage starting to flood his eyes.
"No. No. Nothing ... like that. Nothing ... bad bad ... I think. And Nothing to the others either, I think. Everyone else is fine. I'm the only one affected, I think."
"Nothing bad, nothing to the others? Effected? Arthur, what exactly did Nimueh do?" He neared closer but Arthur took yet another step further away from his servant.
"Merlin … Stop."
"Please … Arthur, let me help you. Tell me what's wrong."
"It's embarrassing, okay." Arthur finally let out, now blushing and turning but slightly to face Merlin, while keeping the majority of his torse hidden by hind the curtains by his bedpost, which had now practically swallowed him. "She said, that "for twenty-four hours I will be hexed and experience the greatest pain a young man like myself can fathom. And then …"
"And then …"
"And then I started … feeling things …"
"Things?" Merlin repeated raising an eyebrow.
"Tighten … and get hotter … and"
"Hotter?" Merlin questioned again,
"and … swell up ..." Arthur admitted burly above a whisper.
"Swell up?" Merlin gasped, not quite sure he was fully understanding well what the prince was trying to mean.
"I began to blush and she just smiled at me ... in that evil way she does whenever she knows she's got the other hand. Then she vanished. I couldn't let the other knights see, god what a disgrace that would have been. So I told them she put something in my chest and I couldn't breathe. And we rushed back."
"You mean she ..." Merlin stared back, lowering his gaze half way down the prince,
"Yes ... Merlin she hexed ... my ..."
The servant let out a quiet, "Ohhh," upon fully grasping, the reality of the situation. "And its ... like ... big ... now ...?"
"Yes ... its fucking big now Merlin ... Fix it! Fix it! Fix it! Fix it please! Now!"
"Fix it? How am I suppose to fix it …. I'm still not 100 % sure I understand …."
At that point Arthur walked out from behind the curtain, and in full fledged glory stood shining the most massive bulge right at his crotch area, even through his thick riding trousers.
"How do you expect me to fix that …"
"Honestly Merlin how could you be such a dullard sometimes, do your magic thing. Please! If there's ever a time, god help me, I'd ask you to use magic on me … it's ...
"… on your genitalia? …"
"Please, Merlin. Please! Please? I'm begging you. Fix It!" Distraught and fully taken over by the sheer panic of the situation, Arthur brought himself to his bed, and sat legs wide open, bulging crotch staring straight at Merlin.
"I ... can try but I don't know if I know any spells for this sort of thing, maybe we're better off asking Gaius for a remedy or a taint of some sort."
"NO! God NO! Merlin DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THIS TO GAIUS! This stays between us! Understood?"
"Yes, Sire. Of course. I understand."
Arthur let out a grown and threw himself back against the bed in frustration.
"hmm ..." Merlin hummed sensing how uncomfortable the prince had become. "Let me see … I might know something."
The prince shot back up, probing himself on his elbow hope now flooding his face.
"Hold still okay." Merlin said seriously, before holding out his hand in the direction of Arthur's crotch and called out "privati facerE!" As his eyes turned gold Arthur watched and waited to feel any significant difference.
Both the prince and Merlin looked at each other. Waiting. Then glanced down, before quickly glancing back up, both noticing the blush on each other's cheeks. Merlin grimaced awkwardly upon noting no significant visible change and began to turn on his heel, just as the Prince was about to signal for his manservant to look in the other direction.
"Honestly," Merlin waited, "the one time I listened to your clothpole brain and actually let you go on a hunt alone. It's nothing big, he said, I'll be fine, he said … muck the stables, you'll be way more useful there … he said." He heard the prince reach into his boxer briefs, and grunt in frustration, "Nothing? You know, my Lord no one can ever say Prince Arthur wasn't a handful..."
"No. Merlin, Nothing. It didn't work." Arthur groaned into a pillow he held up to his face, "No difference at all, and honestly shut up. I'm not in the mood."
"I'm sorry mate," Merlin slouched, sliding down by the edge of the bed frame where Arthur's legs dangled off the side of the bed, "just trying to lessen the mood."
"What mood … there is no mood!"
Merlin pulled his knees into his chest, hearing the prince shout, once again noting the wet shirt he had stuck on his back. He'd forgotten all about getting drenched. "I can't begin to think what you did to Nimueh to prompt such an absurd punishment.
"Merlin I don't want to talk about it." Arthur hissed through his teeth. "Can't you try another spell?"
"Let me think …" Merlin turned, and once again took position his hand stretched out, now merely inches from Arthur, "Repearo!" He whispered, and as his eyes glowed he could have sworn in the gold light he thought perhaps that for the tiniest of seconds, he could see past the fabric, and felt, almost as if it were a lightning bolt, something tick within him, effecting his own part.
He shook it off. "How about now? Has it done anything?"
Arthur pulled himself up again, this time so fed up he didn't bother asking Merlin to turn away, before pulling his briefs and looked beneath. "No Merlin. Nothing's working! Maybe you're doing something wrong. Honestly, aren't you suppose to be the strongest sorcerer who's ever lived or something?"
"I doubt that comes with instructions on how to fix someone's penis Arthur."
"Nimueh did it! Surely there's a way."
"Maybe ... you need to be closer. Take your trunks off."
"I am not taking my trunks off."
"Okay then we will never know if …"
"Fine, Merlin, I'll take my bloody trunks off. But laugh and they will never find your body, not even the gods will be able to find your soul." Merlin nodded skittishly as Arthur began undoing his belt and allowing his trunks to get loose.
"Laugh! Sire? This is of utmost seriousness, you really think I'd even dare to …"
... Merlin stood, frozen. His eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Arthur had dropped his pants, and now the length of a vase hung loose off of Arthur's body. Both resembling in thickness and in colour a ripe aubergine.
"MERLIN STOP STARING AND DO SOMTHING! HELP ME!"
The lanky servant brought himself to speak, before he heard the utter horrid sound of deep laughter that was leaving his mouth. He couldn't help it. He tried to hold it in, but the sight of Arthur so exposed, so frustrated, his member so mutilated and swollen, and utterly helpless, killed Merlin with humor. He laughed till his chest hurt and he could burly stand, till his eyes filled with tears, and till Arthur had had enough and yelled at him even louder then he had been already.
"THAT'S FUCKING ENOUGH MERLIN!" Are you going to help me … or not."
The second note on the Prince's voice didn't sound condescending, though, it sounded, begrudging and ashamed. As if he'd been defeated and Merlin had somehow won something.
Noting the sudden change in Arthur's demeanor, Merlin quickly collected himself, "Yes, of course, my Lord. I'm sorry." He now sensed how uncomfortable the prince must have been feeling with this whole situation, and he felt a pit of guilt forming in his stomach.
He looked at Arthur who looked back at him waiting, and it struck him then just how brave the young prince actually was, to be exposing himself in such a manner, even if it were only to Merlin, who was technically a friend. Merlin wasn't sure he could ever be so brave no matter how dire the situation. He pulled out his hand and prepared to start trying spells before he, without wanting to of course, properly stood staring face to face with Arthur's swollen member. It hadn't just grown, like one naturally does, it had been swollen; as if it had been rubbed with poison Ivy, and now looked purple, plump, and sore.
"Does that... hurt?" Merlin asked, the question practically escaping him, but now that it had been released into the ether for Arthur to hear, sounded less invasive, than he thought it would, but rather, seemed to cultivate some semblance of compassion towards the older boy's perhaps slightly humorous, yet very strange, very uncomfortable and certainly very embarrassing situation.
"No Merlin it feels like a bloody walk in the park."
Merlin looked away feeling the guilt and shame eat at him further, did he really have to react in such a way?
He looked back at his hand, which he'd now drawn back, and held it out again. "Well ... tell me if it begins to hurt ..." was Merlin's way of atoning, or at least trying to atone, by ensuring the comfort of his friend now.
One spell after the other, to their disappointment, the two young men quickly found out that hexed erections can't simply be dismissed by incantations.
"I don't know any more spells I'm afraid …" Merlin breathed through a whisper, after a while, nearly short of breath from the abundance of the magic he'd been performing. "...and I doubt the ancient scroll would say anything of this."
The two fell into an awkward silence.
"I'm sorry Arthur," Merlin finally said defeat filling his voice, as he collapsed onto the floor. "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have laughed at you. It was uncalled for, and mean of me. I can't begin to imagine what you must be ..."
"It's fine Merlin," Arthur cut him off, "if it was the other way around, I'm sure I would have pissed myself laughing."
The two young men shared a gentle smile as they both leaned back, defeated, Arthur on the bed and Merlin on the ground.
"To be fair Nimueh is a very powerful sorceress."
"Again ... aren't you supposed to be the greatest sorcerer who's ever lived? Suppose to unite Albion or something."
Merlin didn't bother speaking, he just smacked his lips and continued staring at the ceiling, now feeling like a fraud, utterly useless and helpless.
In the heated moment as the two tried spell after spell, Arthur had found himself shirtless, so now, he too lay, practically naked, in utter defeat, the massive erection hanging off the side of his body, even his insides now starting to burn.
Seeming to have taken notice of the melancholy mood that had taken over his servant, Arthur sought to fill up the quiet that ensued. Perhaps it was his turn, now, to lighten the mood.
"I ..." He began quickly hearing his voice ring out through the chamber, "... I ... took a piss ... on some sacred flowers or whatever ... and she appeared out of thin air. Flustered and Furious."
"You took ... a piss," Merlin cut him off, probing himself up on his elbows,
"I had to go ... I didn't know that it was sacred fertile ground that grew ... flowers for potions or something."
"... You ... took ... a piss ... on ... Nimueh's flowers?" Merlin repeated his mind still catching on, "And she hexed you! ... your ..."
"Well... she ... might have ... gotten startled ... when she realized... I was ...
... and ... I wasn't particularly nice about it either ... I was a bit ..."
"... arrogant," Merlin jumped in "... as per usual ..." dropping himself back onto the ground.
Arthur whispered a quiet hum, looking away, a hint of shame now also overcoming him. "To be fair, Merlin … there are worse faiths to have. Could you imagine should she have ... poisoned the water again ... or bestowed illness among the crops or worse the people ... could you imagine the devastation I could have caused ... at least like this ... at least like this I am suffering alone."
Clearly feeling utterly defeated the prince lay back, now both he and Merlin sharing the sour mood.
"We can't have this ..." Merlin bantered, after a few minutes of grim silence, realizing that Nimueh had perhaps affected the Prince far more than he'd originally anticipated, "...you've gone all soft on me now..."
"Merlin," Arthur rasped probing only his head towards the servant boy who still lay on the ground, "one, do remember who you are talking to and, two, I would hardly dare say that soft is an attribute I currently share. Certainly not as of late."
Merlin laughed, glad to feel his banter helped ease the tension in the room. He breathed and swallowed. His throat had run so dry. "You love your people Arthur ..." he said sitting up, drawing himself closer to the bed. "...you would never do anything to harm your people, not purposefully, and even if, there isn't a single thing you wouldn't sacrifice for the better of Camelot. I can assure you of that, Arthur. You are an excellent Prince and you will be an even better King.
"Ah yeah, once I learn not to pee on sacred grounds," Arthur said, and the two released small chuckles of laughter, and Arthur let out a frustrated grant, thrusting his hand into the mattress, filling the void of the room with a strong sense of dread and frustration.
Merlin wouldn't dare look. For, though he found himself starting to feel a bit better he still felt ashamed for laughing earlier. And strangely, he found that though it was unnatural to look at another man's private part, he also found some part deep within him that found it pleasurable, somehow. Of course, he had never felt this before looking at other men's parts. Not that this was a frequented hobby of his. It only seemed to be when he looked at Arthur, that something inside him began to tick.
"Maybe ..." Merlin began after a while, his voice but small, still very quite defeated, "maybe a good old fashioned warm bath might help, how does that sound?"
Arthur nodded, "with lots of bubbles."
"With lots of bubbles." Merlin repeated.
He brought the prince a blanket, and handed it to him, "Go sit by the fire, for now, Sire while I run the bath, it will be ready in two shakes of a lam's tale." Arthur nodded and allowed Merlin to place the blanket around his shoulders, and quietly did as he'd been told.
Though Merlin was in charge of washing the young prince, he had seldom seen him so vulnerable and so utterly defeated and so frustrated it could physically hurt. It honestly pained him to see his master in such pain and the more he thought about Arthur, the more he felt his insides tick.
Ten minutes later the prince was releasing himself into the lukewarm bath water Merlin had prepared for him, especially, with so many bubbles nothing could be seen beneath the surface.
"How does that feel Sire."
"It's wonderful Merlin. It feels wonderful. Thank you. If anyone asks for me, tell them I am not well. I am not to see anyone in this god-awful state."
"I will see that done, My Lord. You won't be disturbed, I will make sure of it."
Arthur nodded in approval at his servant's diligent work and finally eased himself back against the tub.
Merlin immediately thought of lifting the Prince's spirits by telling him he'd seen thicker salami hanging in Cook's kitchen, but he figured now wasn't the time to joke, seeing Arthur now seemed to be feeling the full effect of the curse. So he decided to allow the prince to rest.
Arthur threw his head back and leaned back against the tub, his bare chest glistening in the bubbly water. His muscles all gleamed. And his arms, so muscular, had small beads of water, or sweat or soap, dancing on his flawless skin, as he worked the loofa around the back of his neck. His collar bone. His jaw line. His ear's that were covered by the tufts of his hair that now had gotten wet and stuck to the side of his face.
Merlin breathed, looking away. Pretending not to stare, feeling a familiar feeling deep within now return. Tick ... Tick ... Tick ...
Meanwhile, Arthur breathed. He couldn't shake that feeling deep inside him. Like an itch he couldn't scratch. It burned. No matter how hard he rubbed his arms and neck with the loofa. He wanted to reach inside of himself grab this feeling and rip himself apart.
"Uuugghh," he released a moan in frustration trusting the loofa into the water making a splash and alerting his manservant.
"My Lord!" Merlin stood and walked hastily to the prince, pretending he hadn't just been staring from the distance. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"No Merlin, nothing is, but … it won't … it won't go away. Surely, it should have subsided by now?"
"Nimueh did say until the new dawn. ... Is ... your condition still the same ...?" He asked attempting to discreetly peer into the bath.
"Yes ... but it's... It's not just that, Merlin. If it were only the physicality of it, it be bearable ... its ... its the ... intangible part ... that's driving me mad.
"Oh …" Merlin breathed. "I see." He was quiet again, and as he began to walk away, turning his back to the prince, he whispered, "Have you tried …." Arthur gazed at Merlin, who swiftly made a sharp back-and-forth movement with his hand in the air, starting from the base of his crotch. The silence that filled the space between them as Merlin turned back and regained eye contact with Arthur said all that Merlin needed to say.
"Merlin! How dare you! You dirty son of a bitch! I will not have my servant suggest to me such profanities! It is unheard of. And disgraceful. It's dishonoring!"
"I'm sorry My Lord, but what else are you suppose to do? Surely in your teen years you …""…. Merlin are you seriously about to question the dignity of your future king!"
"NO Sire. I wouldn't dare to dream of it. But ... it's… it's a natural thing to do. It's ... like magic. It's natural but its been taboo. It's... normal and natural to ... to want to ... you know."
"Natural? I assure you there is nothing natural about it. These things only occur on a bed of marriage with one's wife.
"Are you saying magic is unnatural ..."
"No ... Don't twist my words ... I know magic is natural ..."
"See ... you've come to accept magic ... maybe you can accept this ..."
"Why are you so keen on me trying ..." He trailed off "... Merlin ... have you tried it?" he teased.
"Are you trying to question my dignity as your servant? Sire?"
"No merlin. As much as I'm sure you think me capable of degrading my staff, I simply wanted to ask, since you seem to understand so deeply about the nature of ... natural things."
"As a matter of fact ..." Merlin began now properly blushing. He remained facing the other way, and slid down to the ground until his small body sat against the side of the bath, and Arthur's wet fingertips gently grazed against his shoulders.
"... I may ... when I was much younger of course ... have had the inkling to ... explore ... once or twice."
"Explore?" Arthur breathed raising an eyebrow.
"You know," He looked up now, actually gazing into Arthur's eyes. "... You know ... explore ..." He said it slowly allowing each letter to be released almost individually, and allowing his teeth to bite ever so gently on his lower lip as the word was extruded completely from his mouth.
"Oh ..." Arthur gasped, a pale blush taking over his cheeks. His whole face glistened in the fire further highlighting the beauty that was Arthur Pendragon. Sweaty brow, pink plump lips, slightly parted, cheeks blushed kissed gently by the amber light cast from the fire and the now dwindling sunlight, and the slightest bead of sweat that caressed the side of his face in anticipation.
"... Is that so …" Arthur finally caught himself, his voice once more becoming boulder, and once again redeeming its pompous nature. "Go on then ... Mr expert ... tell me how it's done."
"Arthur …" Merlin turned suddenly at the Prince's absurd request "...this is intimate, surely you would wanna be alone, or you wouldn't want just anyone, to tell you these things.
"I don't want just anyone, Merlin, I want you. Now please explain. Before the bubbles run clear. Or are you too embarrassed to talk about these things with me?"
"My Lord I am embarrassed of many things, but I would never be embarrassed of you."
"Good … tell me then … better yet show me, pull down your draws,
"Arthur!"
"So you are embarrassed."
"Self-conscious more like it!"
"What is there to be self-conscious about? We're both men aren't we ... have our ... bits sticking out."
"...I'm ... not like you Arthur ... you are all muscular ... and ... and handsome, I'm squirmy and lanky. Look at me. I have no muscles. I'm not ... beautiful like you, Arthur."
"Merlin …" Arthur leaned forward over the side of the bath, bringing his face to his servant's, "One, how dare you degrade yourself in such a manner." Merlin looked away blushing, but Arthur quickly caressed his jaw, gently drawing his gaze back to his own. "You might not be built like a knight. But you are beautiful, and I wouldn't change a single thing about you Merlin. I think you are … perfect …. Just the way you are."
Merlin felt himself blush even harder, a blush he tried to conceal but had no way of hiding, and feeling Arthur Pendragon's warm yet stern gaze piers straight into his soul only made his insides tick even harder.
"That's it," Arthur finally let out, standing in the bath and pulling Merlin up with him, " Off, off," he pulled the servant's boy's arms up and over his head and began taking his shirt off, "take your trunks off too."
"Arthur what are you ..."
"You're practically drenched already ... and I can only wonder when the last time you had a bath was."
"Rude ..." Merlin said, holding on to Arthur's damp shoulder for balance as he worked the boot off his foot, and Arthur fiddled with Merlin's belt.
He realized then, that he'd practically been shivering with the cold water from the bucket that had spilled all the way down his back, but had entirely ignored it through out the events of the afternoon.
"Now Merlin," Arthur reached out his hand as Merlin leaned on it, quickly pulling the remaining boot off and realizing he could, in its entirety, drop down his trousers.
He looked at Arthur. Arthur looked at him back. Neither of them said anything. They simply stared waiting for Merlin, or Arthur to make a move.
"Arthur are you sure?" The young servant boy said practically trembling, though now less with the cold of the evaporating water and more with the anticipation.
Neither of them had ever done anything of the sort before, and even Arthur had to admit the pit of his stomach had suddenly grown much deeper than he'd expected it too.
"Yes, Merlin. I truly want this." The prince halted for a second releasing the younger man. "wait ..." A warmth washed over Arthur's face, a warmth Merlin had burly ever felt from any one, let alone from the Royal Prince, King to be, Arthur Pendragon. A warmth that wasn't just warm, but was compassion and consideration and concern all wrapped into one. "... do you, Merlin? Do you want this? Is this going to bother you?"
"No!" Merlin let out imperatively, "I want this too ..."
"Well come on then," Arthur replied.
And in one breath, Merlin's trousers now made up a puddle of linen at the souls of his feet, and the prince gazed at his bare lanky servant boy.
He really was more youthful than Arthur had given merlin credit for. The harsh conditions of village life appeared far too evidently upon his servant's body. From the ribs that could nearly protrude his rib cage, to the scars on his knees from all the scrubbing.
He stood there his left arm holding his right, unsure of what to do. "Well, get in," Arthur breathed, "before it gets cold."
"It won't Sire, not while we are so close to the fire." The prince stretched out his hand once more and Merlin held on as he stepped in, facing him, but the prince gently guided him to spin round and face the other direction, allowing Merlin's back to become flush with Arthur's bare chest as they slid down into the bath.
Immediately Merlin felt the warmth radiating from the prince's wet body as the older boy wrapped his arms around him.
He could feel the prince's wet pecs flush against his shoulder blades, and the prince's heartbeat against his own, and the princes breath against his jawline and on his shoulder as Arthur suddenly got much closer, as he moved his chin to Merlin's ear, and quietly breathed, "Please, Merlin ... its Arthur. Okay?"
Merlin turned to face the Prince's gaze. He nodded, now noticing he was in fact trembling and struggling to release air from his lips, which were plump and parted, and caught in the Prince's line of sight.
"Your lips ..." Arthur spoke "... they're chapped ..."
"Oh," Merlin replied by parting them more, and allowing his slick pink tongue to run over them, making them moist. "I'll ask Gaius for some beeswax tomorrow."
Arthur nodded, "Yeah, you should do that."
Arthur softly traced Merlin's arm, and bent his knees so that the younger boy could comfortably lay against him. Well, as comfortable as one could stay with a 10-inch eggplant probing one's back. But Merlin didn't seem to be bothered. He rested back, releasing his body weight onto Arthur's, who now cradled him, and they lay in the quiet of the crackling fire accompanied by the gentle sway of the water, and of course the soft sounds of their breathing. That is what Merlin enjoyed listening to the most. That, and Arthur's heart which was so close to his now, he could feel them practically beat to the same drum.
The calm simply engulfed both Merlin and Arthur, in a sort of peace neither had expected to find within each other, least of all.
They quickly found themselves with two minutes, that quickly turned into five minutes, that quickly turned into ten minutes of utter silence between the two, and with that, one might add, pure innocent bliss. They both ravelled in the peace that ensued, even as Arthur brought the loofa to Merlin's back and softly began rubbing it across his skin, squeezing it to allow the water to flow down Merlin's back and shoulders.
Merlin shuddered, "that tickles," he whispered.
"It does," Arthur laughed, "have you never had anyone do that to you?"
"I'm not a prince Arthur. I don't have people who wash me ..." He took the loofa from the Prince's hand and ran it along the length of Arthur's arm before he continued scrubbing himself.
"... no ..." hushed Arthur "... let me ... please."
"Arthur you don't have to ..."
Once again Arthur rested his chin on Merlin's shoulder, bringing his lips to the younger boy's ear. "I want to."
Merlin relinquished the loofa back to Arthur, who continued rubbing the loofa in circles over the younger man's pale chest. "We have got to get you out more often, Merlin ... has your chest ever seen a tan..." Merlin laughed and leaned his head back and hid his face into the Prince's neck, which he kissed, and caressed as he lifted his hand out of the water and slipped it into Arthur's hair.
Arthur felt the younger boy grow in confidence and ease as the situation made both of them feel more comfortable. He could feel the younger boy smile into his neck as he continued to circle gently, with the loofa, around Merlin's chest, before he slowly, very carefully began shifting the circles further down Merlin's chest. First just below his pecks, then over his stomach, then ...
He stopped.
Merlin sat up and looked at Arthur, now noting very well how Arthur wasn't the only one with a hard appendage.
"Arthur ... why'd you stop?"
"Merlin ... I just ... want to make sure ..."
Merlin leaned forward then, planting his lips on Arthur's, engaging them in a passionate yet short kiss. "Please touch me ..." he pulled back.
Arthur nodded, unable to breathe, feeling his heart thud loudly in his throat. "Show me..." he whispered, and Merlin placed his hand over Arthur's who traced his own hand down Merlin's flat torso, till both their hands were beneath the water, and Merlin felt Arthur graze him where he'd never been grazed by anyone other then his own hand before.
Wide-eyed, Merlin stared at Arthur, who stared back equally wide-eyed at the shock of the size of the smaller man's member. "...Arthur ..." Merlin breathed but this time it was Arthur who closed lips with Merlin's enveloping him into yet another passionate embrace only this time, one that lasted far longer, as the older boy found himself naturally knowing exactly what to do, and automatically attuning to every whimper and every shiver and moved in every way Merlin's body needed.
He held the younger boy as he squirmed in pleasure in his arms, and swallowed his moans through their kiss, until Merlin pulled back, eyes wide, wider than they had been anytime before, and he leaned forward once again running his hand through the Prince's hair and bringing their foreheads together. "Arthur ..." He granted, "I'm going to ..."
"Going to what ..." whispered back Arthur, unsure of whether to stop or continue.
"To ... ughhh" Merlin released a muffled grunt raspier then Arthur had heard him release before, and the white liquid shot up so high it splashed out of the water like a waterfall, before falling back down half into the water, and half splashing over Merlin's bare chest. Merlin couldn't help but laugh with how embarrassing that must have looked, while Arthur lay equally amazed and confused. "What ... was that ..." the prince asked, as Merlin began catching his breath and lay back against the Prince's chest.
"I came, Arthur. You made me cum."
"... you ... did ... what ...?"
"Arthur Pendragon ... surely ... you want me to believe you have no knowledge of how you are going to produce your heir ..."
"... my heir? ... what's that got to do ..."
Merlin couldn't stop himself from laughing, "what do they teach you at the royal academy ..."
"Nothing, Merlin ... they teach us fucking nothing..."
"I can see that ..."
"What was that ..."
"that ..." Merlin said, once more taking hold of Arthur's hand, and running both their hands over the top of his chest which still had the thick white liquid to be washed away, "this ... is the stuff that carries a man's bloodline. Your seed ... In time ... when you ... do this sort of thing ... with a woman ... you will plant your seed within her ... and she will become with child and that child within her womb will grow into your heir."
"So ... I can ... do that ... too ?"
"Yes," merlin smiled, planting a soft kiss on Arthur's lips, "every man can do it."
"Does it ... hurt?" It was now Arthur's turn to ask.
Merlin shook his head, "Not one bit. Quite the contrary actually, its the absolute peak of bliss and pleasure." Merlin said it once again releasing himself back against Arthur, for he had propped himself upward against Arthur's chest, but now found, as the water slowly began to grow colder, that he longed ever more to be closer to the young prince.
"so ... that's how ... babies ..." Arthur trailed off as he fully took in the new information, "You know I always wondered how that actually came to be..."
"I can't believe they teach you nothing." Merlin said, beginning to stand.
"What, where are you going?"
"We're all clean now ... I want to show you more ... If you want of course. The water is starting to get cold anyway."
Eyes wide and mouth nearly gaped in anticipation, Arthur nodded, and stood also. As he did so the water trickled down his body radiating in the firelight, outlining every single muscle on his perfectly sculptured physique.
This time it was Merlin who stretched out his hand for the prince to take and follow. Merlin guided them to Arthur's bed, where he caressed the prince's shoulders suggesting for him to sit. Arthur did as he'd been instructed, and Merlin sat beside him. He lay his chin on the prince's shoulder allowing him to get used to the new scenario, before he felt the prince regain his normal breath, and his own heart beat too returned to its normal rhythm.
He then began gently tracing his fingers over Arthur's stomach, keeping at all cost his gaze locked on Arthur's, for any hints or signs of discomfort, "Now, we can either do what you did to me..." he breathed burly above a whisper, "may I."
Arthur nodded, and allowed Merlin to, like he had done in the bath, touch him where he'd practically never been touched before, in a way he had certainly never been touched before.
Now it was his time to lean back and moan in pleasure, as Merlin worked his way up and down his member.
Even though it had been much enlarged and burly resembled its actual size, throbbing as it was, with two hands Merlin still managed to ascertain the desired effect.
"Fuck Merlin, that feels so fucking good ... what the fuck ... how have I never ... Fuckk!"
Merlin laughed, and lay by the prince still holding his bottom half in his two hands. "Please ... this is nothing my Lord ... you've yet to experience the true beauty of being a man ..."
Arthur burst out laughing, "What on earth are you on about Merlin..."
Arthur had propped himself up right, so the two could better converse, and he could very clearly see a new sparkle he had never seen in Merlin's eyes.
"Lean back my Lord."
"Its Arthur ..."
"Arthur ..." Merlin said much softer than before, once again moving his face very close to the prince's face, and placing a warm palm flat against his chest. "lean back."
The words that left Merlin's lips could have very well been a spell he had secretly cast, without his eyes turning gold, but instead glistening in the light from the ambers. Arthur leaned back, probing himself on his elbows, and watched as merlin manoeuvred not only his hand but his entire body down to where Arthur's knees where, and watched as Merlin began to gently place soft kisses down his stomach to where his member hung, until he began moving his mouth in the direction of his head.
"Wait," Arthur gasped, not sure what was about to occur, "what are you doi... Oh. My God ... ohmyGOD. Merlin ... fuck ..." Merlin had now wrapped his lips around Arthur's entire thickness, whom he now held firmly in his hot moist mouth.
Wide-eyed, mouth open, gasping for air, Arthur's heart practically stopped not truly aware of what he was experiencing. The sensation being so powerful it was sending shockwaves of immense pleasure all throughout his body, making him arch his back and moan in ways he'd never even imagined could exist.
Better yet when he did look down, he somehow felt even more engaged, seeing his own flesh and blood being taken in so welcomingly, and agreeably, as if Merlin were actually enjoying it.
"Do you want me to stop ..." Merlin pulled back, bringing the back of his hand to his face and wiping his mouth, "I can go back to what I was doing before ... if you prefer ..."
Arthur shook his head with such innocence Merlin's heart melted there an then.
The younger boy grinned, almost naughtily; Arthur felt, and melted back down on to the Prince's royal member. How Merlin managed to take him in, in his entirety was an absolute wonder that Arthur ever so thoroughly enjoyed observing and experiencing the sensations of, and it wasn't long, before that peak Merlin had spoken about was reaching Arthur. It was as if he were soring, way up above the heavens and he flew higher and higher until his entire body felt so much pleasure it shook and erupted in one massive explosion.
Arthur released a much louder groan than Merlin had, and it echoed all around his chambers and he was sure, it might have even been heard from the outside corridors.
He fell limp on his bed unable to move in exhaustion, his brain still floating, and both his heart and his breath still to regain their natural rhythm.
"Oh. My. Fucking GOD! Merlin what have you done to me!? What have you done ... he bantered, pulling the lanky boy by the arm so that he would rest upon his chest.
"Wait ... where did mine go ...?" Arthur looked at his chest and ran a hand down his shaft. It was clean ... "Where's my seed gone?"
Merlin smirked ... and pressed his lips together, before opening his mouth slightly and exposing the white liquid, which he then began to swallow and Arthur watched, as Merlin's Adam's apple moved up and down. He had been so taken a back by the feeling, he hadn't realized that as he came Merlin remained on his member and sucked him dry.
The act utterly bewildered the young prince and left him in aw, as Merlin finished swallowing the remaining of the prince's jizz and licked his lips and once again brought the back of his hand to his mouth wiping his lips clean.
"Merlin ..." Arthur said then, still struggling to speak after the exertion that was the massive orgasm he'd just had, "you ... are absolutely fucking crazy."
Merlin smiled shyly, and once again leaned over the prince's chest hiding his face in the nape of Arthur's neck.
The two boys once again lay silent, the void only filled by the sound of the crackling wood, and their shallow breathing, that had finally gone back to its natural temperament.
Sometimes they stayed still. Other times, Merlin dug his face deeper into Arthur's neck tickling him. Other times Arthur traced merlin's arm, lightly with his finger tips, all the way up to his shoulder, then down to his chest, and around his nipple.
"You're gonna get me hard again," Merlin would whisper and they would laugh and the movement would stop. And they would simply hold each other. Sometimes tightly. Sometimes staring deeply into each other's eyes, and sometimes simply allowing their foreheads to touch as they basked in the presence of each other's warm breaths.
"So ... that's how a woman becomes ... with child ...?" Arthur spoke as they stared at the ceiling, after such a long pause both of them could have forgotten they had a voice at all.
"Sex, you mean?" Merlin answered, sitting up and covering himself with the blanket and offering part of it to Arthur. "The whole seed thing I mean. They eat it and then it turns into a baby?"
"Eat it?" Merlin exclaimed, confused by what Arther was getting at.
"As in... coz you said ... that its my seed and it will make a woman with child, so for it to get inside of her ... she must eat it ... like you did ..."
Merlin's eyes went wide, and his jaw nearly dropped, which he held in place as he automatically covered his mouth so as to contain the massive gasp he was about to release, not wanting to again make Arthur feel uncomfortable by bursting out laughing. Uther really had done the most excellent job at educating his only son.
The young servant's gaze quickly became much tenderer, as he began to see Arthur question whether he'd said something wrong or stupid.
"Yes ..." he replied. "She must eat it ... in a way ..."
"In a way?"
"She can eat it like I did. But that will only go to the stomach. For a woman to be with child your seed needs to be planted in her womb." He said it slowly tracing a finger along Arthur's stomach, from the base of where his appendage hung, all the way up and around his belly button.
"Okay ... and how does one plant one's seed in said woman's womb?"
Merlin being hardly an expert on the matter explained everything he knew and understood from readings he'd secretly found in old scrolls in Gaius chambers, and from observing the live stalk on the farms back home.
The two young men, now both sat facing one another entirely naked on Arthur's bed, deeply engrossed in conversation. They'd both grown comfortable in each other's naked presence and Arthur no longer felt ashamed of what had happened to him, or of holding such a discussion with the most openness, for it was the most nonjudgemental conversation about sex that both Merlin and Arthur had never fathomed possible with anyone, let alone with each other, whom respectively, the two who's presence they'd previously taken perhaps most for granted.
"So they have a hole ... that we don't have ..." Arthur exclaimed, and Merlin nodded, "like we have ..." Arthur trailed off and looked down at his member which, as Nimueh had predicted, still retained the majority of the swelling and remained alarmingly purple. "...and it is through that ... hole ... which she must ... eat ... my seed ..."
Merlin nodded and the two lay on the bed silently again. This time Merlin rested his head on Arthur's thigh practically in full view of Arthur's manhood. He traced his fingers lightly along the muscles of his thigh feeling the small curly hairs that covered the entirety of Arthur's legs, graze beneath his fingertips. "Do you really think, all will be gone tomorrow?" Merlin began.
"I sure hope so," Arthur groaned, lifting the hand he'd been holding over his face as he basked in his nakedness enjoying Merlin's gentle caresses. "... coz I'm starting to get horny again, and I don't know how much more I can wait."
"Hmm" Merlin pursed his lips together, and turned, his back now facing Arthur.
"Merlin, ... what is it ... what are you thinking?" Arthur asked, clearly sensing some sort of tenseness brewing in the atmosphere, somehow changing it.
"... I ..." the young servant very quietly began, curling his knees into his chest, and holding himself tighter. "My Lord ... maybe ... what you need ... isn't ... a mouth or ... or hands ... maybe Nimueh hexed you like this because ... she knew you wouldn't ... couldn't ... bed anyone ... not properly. And so you would suffer the biggest tragedy for a young, unmarried man."
" Merlin ... what are you saying?"
"I think ... what I'm saying is ..." Merlin stuttered further holding his knees deep into his chest, now almost in fear, "that I think, what you might actually need to do ... is to ... actually ..." he paused the word stuck at the base of his throat.
"what are you trying to say, Merlin," Arthur asked beginning to lean over Merlin's torso, drawing them even closer, until both their bodies lay side by side, and Arthur spooned Merlin.
Arthur felt Merlin shudder then, and heard the younger boy shakily take a breath, "I think ... you might need ... to actually ... insert yourself ... for the curse to be ..."
"Insert myself?" Arthur cut him off, "Merlin how is that possible? Is that even possible?"
"I've seen it done ... by some of the dogs on the farm." The young servant spoke softly burly above a whisper, further burying his face in his arms, "and ... I've ... heard ... other servant boys ... talk ... It is ... common ... you could say, My Lord."
"Wait ... Merlin, I'm confused ... what are you talking about."
Merlin grabbed Arthur's hand then, which had been lingering on his, and brought it to his lips, kissing his fingertips, before he once again moved both their hands along his body, tracing them over his ribs, which Arthur could feel individually, and down his waist, and then, to Arthur's utter surprise, around Merlin's pale, small yet plump rear, until he pushed one of Arthur's fingers to graze over the divot that stood deeply hidden.
"Merlin ..." Arthur gasped, "no ... this ... can't be done ... you'll bleed ... it will hurt, undoubtedly."
"This sort of thing can happen, Sire. Secretly of course. I've heard so many ... stories. It's a form of alternative pleasure for when women ... aren't available. Or so I'm told."
"You know other servant boys who have experienced this?"
Merlin, for a second, pulled his face out of the covers and gave Arthur a looked that perhaps shocked and scared Arthur the most, a look that said, yeah no shit.
"Some stuck-up royal-ass would ... dare ... do this ... to ... his ..." Arthur trailed off, flushed and out of breath by the disgusting thought of what Merlin was suggesting. "Merlin tell me you are lying."
But the younger boy, only dug his face deeper into the sheets, "We are servants, Sire. I am ... your servant ... Sire. I'm supposed to serve you in whatever way ... you require."
"... Surely not like this ... this is not a requirement ..." Arthur looked back at Merlin's exposed body. Now properly noting how the trembling curled up boy beneath him. Frail and meek. How different he seemed now from the confidence he'd had when he'd held out his hand and pulled Arthur out of the bath and onto the bed. Merlin was scared, terrified even. And rightly so. Not even Arthur could fathom, or justify the thought of penetrating such a tiny orifice, let alone in his expanded state.
"Some say ..." Merlin restarted, attempting to regain his breath, "Some say there is pleasure in it. I've read, that like women are meant to experience pleasure while having it inserted, men too have a spot that can ... feel pleasurable ... if stimulated. What I'm trying to say is ... I'm sure it's not all bad."
"Yes, but Merlin look at me ... and look at you ... I'll hurt you ... you'll ... you'll ... bleed."
"It doesn't matter ..." Merlin released, turning around swiftly and engulfing Arthur in a kiss, simultaneously moving his rear nearer to Arthur, until he felt Arthur's member rub along his backside.
"Merlin, there is no way I'm going to let you do this ..." Arthur pulled back, "No matter how pleasurable it is said to be."
"It's fine Arthur, I trust you. Just ... maybe ... make it wet before ... so it eases the entrance but it will be fine."
Arthur looked at Merlin then. His gaze caught his servant's who lay definitely afraid of what was about to occur and yet whose utter loyalty forced him to persist on.
Arthur thrust forward. Pulling his arms over Merlin and enveloping the younger boy in a massive embrace. "You are a knight, Merlin. Like all other knights. You would do this, even though you are sure it will cause you great pain; for me you would sacrifice yourself."
"That is what knights do on the battlefield." Grinned Merlin into Arthur's shoulder as he held him tightly back.
"But, this is no battlefield, Merlin. This is ... a temple ... of peace ... and dare I say it ... of ... love. I command you truly. Your loyalty is unmatched, but I would never want to hurt anyone in that way, least of all you, my dearest and truest friend."
"Oh..." Arthur felt Merlin breathe, and relax within his arms. "I'm sorry Merlin, if I ever made you uncomfortable or ... I made you think I expected you to do those things for me. Sure, you polish my armor, and fetch my food, and wash my laundry, and shine my boots,"
"and muck your stables..."
"and muck my stables ..." Arthur repeated grinning, "but never ... Merlin would I want to force you into accepting something like that."
Merlin once again nuzzled his face in Arthur's neck, and held up his arm, feeling his hand run through the young prince's golden locks. "...But ... Arthur," Merlin hummed "... what if ... it ... wasn't... forced ..." Arthur pulled back gazing at
merlin, now razing an eyebrow. "hypotactically ... when you're ... less ..." Merlin's hand opened widely, "But more ..." and quickly closed down again making a round circle with his fingers, "... we ... could ... if you wanted to ... that is ..."
"Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," Arthur whispered, turning him round, and wrapping his arms around his slender torso, back hugging him and nuzzling his face into his servant's neck, "You are one dirty little servant, you know, who never ceases to amaze me."
Merlin smiled, as Arthur began blowing bubbles into his neck tickling him, and the two fell on the bed laughing.
"Perhaps Merlin ... we could pursue this activity sometime after the hex has passed and when I'm ... back to ... my original size. Merlin nodded smiling, noting the light blush that had now taken over the young prince's cheeks. "I'd like that very much."
The Prince smiled back tenderly and softly planted a gentle kiss on Merlin's forehead.
The sun had fully set now, and the only light present was that of the fire, casting warm shadows on their two bodies as they lay side by side wrapped in each other's arms, softly breathing as they drifted off to sleep.