[FIC] Power & Glory (Lancelot/Merlin; NC-17)
Author: shutupeccles
Title: Power & Glory
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lancelot/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lancelot & Merlin celebrate killing the gryphon with spontaneous man sex.
Warnings (if any): Porn and profanity
Total word count: 1,595
Original prompt number: 233 - Submitted by cinnatart
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by the BBC and Shine TV. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's notes (if any): Pretend the unconscious people stay that way long enough for the heroes to cop a decent shag.
Beta(s): syrosis
The horse reared.
The knight astride its saddle kept his back straight, lance aloft, eyes on the gryphon as he turned his magnificent mount and charged.
Merlin did not let this demonstration of disciplined perfection distract him from the task at hand; repeating the necessary spell until at last his magical power was added to Lancelot’s strength. The enhanced lance collided loudly with the gryphon’s grey feathered chest; the imposing, menacing creature perished at their combined hands. While the magical aura enveloping the wooden lance subsided, Merlin’s energy lingered in Lancelot’s marrow.
Adrenaline, magic, awe and testosterone swirled unchecked within them. When Lancelot pulled Merlin close the warlock did not resist.
Sweat beaded on Lancelot’s top lip, moistened his hands within rapidly discarded gauntlets. The dark hair beneath helm and chainmail hood was slicked straight with perspiration, leaving a solitary curl at the top of his left ear. Merlin accepted and returned his kiss with enthusiasm, closing their embrace until contact with Lancelot’s armour became painful to them both.
“I should...” Lancelot began as Merlin winced. The disgraced knight pulled away and started to remove his armour.
“Let me help you with that.”
Lancelot’s under tunic was so damp with sweat it resembled a tremendous bruise in the moonlight. He leaned in to kiss Merlin’s pliant lips again before taking the unpleasantly wet garment off.
No more words passed between them as eyes, hands and eventually mouths roamed across skin, cloth and hair. Lancelot’s bare chest pressed against the rough cloth of Merlin’s clothes, chafing his nipples in a pleasurable way. The tip of Merlin’s tongue licked the inside of Lancelot’s lower lip and was drawn deep into his warm mouth by a broader tongue.
Merlin’s cock hardened and unfurled until his clothing prevented further movement. He grabbed Lancelot’s head so the butt of each palm rested behind an ear and made a desperate ‘uhn’ sound into Lancelot’s mouth as he bumped his stifled erection against him. Lancelot’s hands moved to Merlin’s hips so he could grind their hips together in small, opposing circles. Merlin’s fingers dug into Lancelot’s hair and he broke the kiss; too breathless to beg for his now aching cock to be set free, gaining too much pleasure from their rutting to put a stop to it. Lancelot shifted his hands so each thumb could simultaneously stroke opposite sides of Merlin’s cock. Merlin’s eyes closed and lips parted to allow a short startled ‘ooh’ to escape. Lancelot’s eyes were open, watching this reaction. Merlin was so - so - pretty like that, beautiful and ethereal in the moonlight. Lancelot knew then, rubbing against him or even milking their cocks empty with joined hands would not be satisfying enough. He needed to know how Merlin’s face changed with a man inside him; not any man, this man. He needed to know how those buttocks would feel naked against his groin, how those hips would move when riding cock. What other sounds would he make? How could he convince Merlin to let Lancelot fuck and come in his arse? His thumbs kept stroking as he observed and thought. When Merlin pressed the tip of his tongue to his upper lip, Lancelot knew. He kissed Merlin again, their tongues eager, as one hand unfastened Merlin’s trousers and the other slipped inside.
The touch of an unfamiliar hand on his cock made Merlin end the kiss again to see if what he thought he felt was what he actually felt, and god it was. Lancelot’s darker hand was around Merlin’s swollen cock, removing it from the bounds of cloth and straightening it with steady strokes. He could not completely choke back the strange mono-consonant sounds sharply leaving his throat every time his knob was touched, nor suppress the small involuntary buck of his hips. He couldn’t stop watching his cock hide then emerge only to hide again in Lancelot’s fist. He began to thrust in earnest, fucking Lancelot’s hand. The noises the other man made as a result caused Merlin to close his eyes, tilt his head back and savour every moment. Merlin suddenly felt cool against his chest and felt his arms lower. His hands remained in Lancelot’s hair. He opened his eyes to see Lancelot kneeling before him as he had kneeled for Arthur on the training field and then Uther in the Great Hall. This time he knelt not to receive an honour but to claim Merlin’s cock with a lick of his tongue, then take the glistening knob into his mouth and suck.
Lancelot relaxed his lower jaw so Merlin would fit in more easily. He had not expected the rub of another man’s tip against the roof of his mouth to make him moan in satisfaction. He moved his head so it rubbed back and forth. He felt Merlin begin to shallowly fuck his face and the angle he moved at, so naturally, meant Lancelot could achieve the same wonderful sensation while remaining still. He held Merlin’s hips gently, only to keep his balance so he didn’t topple sideways while on his knees. Thus he was able to feel Merlin tense before the altered pitch of his vocalisations warned him what was coming. As Merlin pulled back to deliver a deeper thrust, Lancelot removed his mouth altogether, stood and Merlin urgently fucked one hand while the other released his untouched erection. Moments before Merlin came, Lancelot managed to grip their cocks together. Merlin’s hands suddenly moved from Lancelot’s drying curls to his shoulders, fingers clutching then digging in as semen spurted in and all over Lancelot’s grasp. He exhaled into Lancelot’s mouth, desperately sounding out his climax.
Merlin could begin to relax in a post orgasmic daze, semen slick fingers stretched his ball sack, tickled the ridge beneath and then teased at the puckered skin beyond that. His thighs opened automatically because that felt so, oh, so amazing. His head drooped forward onto Lancelot’s shoulder as he was teased, then gently penetrated, then gradually stretched and then vigorously fingered. One, two ...oh god that was so good but what, what was it in aid of? When Lancelot eased them onto the roadside, so Lancelot lay on his back with Merlin sitting astride him, fingers still moving inside his open hole and Merlin felt the hard heat nudging the top oh his buttocks and lower back as he rocked, he knew. He was slightly afraid, but his trust in Lancelot and the erotic pleasure he experienced as he fucked Lancelot’s oooh three fingers now, far outweighed his trepidation. The subtle shift of Lancelot’s hips and hands let him know when it was time to lift, spread and Oh god the rounded knob felt so much bigger than it looked and applied more pressure as it breached than the earlier three fingertips had, and then so soon, Lancelot’s cock was nestled inside Merlin’s arse. The angle was wrong, the depth of penetration insufficient. Lancelot used his arms to help move Merlin’s legs so his feet were closer to Lancelot’s shoulders. His spine tilted back, hips jutted and Lancelot slid in until there was nothing between them.
Lancelot held his head off the ground so he could observe Merlin’s expressions and movements. The shifting lines and shadows on his face gave the impression of riding a horse through a field of saplings. The hot, dry heat of Merlin’s arse gripping his cock was more than enough to shatter that illusion. Merlin tensed and flexed his thighs and knees while Lancelot used firm hands on Merlin’s hips to make him move faster. It was fantastic, but not incredible enough. He needed to thrust into that arse like spearing a boar - fast, hard and accurate. He spoke the first words since they worked together to remove his armour.
“Bend over, on your knees.”
The withdrawal of the long, broad muscle caused discomfort bordering on pain. The odd combination of sudden horrid emptiness and relief weakened Merlin’s limbs further. To stop himself toppling face first into the grassy roadside, he knelt in front of a large rock so he could brace himself against it. Or, should worse come to worse, drape half over it until Lancelot was finished with him. He felt incomplete until Lancelot penetrated him once again. The entry this time made him moan an ooohmm and rotate his hips.
“God Merlin!” Lancelot exclaimed before pushing Merlin’s jacket and shirt up his back so he could get a strong grip on his pelvis and thrust, oh so deep, so fast with Merlin rocking backwards and forwards on his knees in counterpoint. Then Lancelot was fucking, fucking frantically, furiously fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, oh good god in heaven he thrust and bucked and fucked and thrust and then he came. Merlin’s sounds were musical, the feel of him was extraordinary; Lancelot was disappointed it had come to an end so soon.
But then they were both relieved it was over when the twitching toe of a boot on the other side of the stone Merlin was propped against caught their attention. They hastily dressed and stood awkward yet elated with a small, innocuous distance between them. Merlin wordlessly turned and bolted as the Prince of Camelot groaned groggily. Merlin was out of sight by the time Arthur shuffled to his feet.
His unfocussed eyes settled first on Lancelot, then on the corpse of the mighty gryphon. He burst into joyous, incredulous laughter.
“Lancelot, you did it!” Arthur crowed triumphantly.
Lancelot smiled self-consciously at the recollection of every shared sensation.
He most certainly did.
The end
Title: Power & Glory
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lancelot/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lancelot & Merlin celebrate killing the gryphon with spontaneous man sex.
Warnings (if any): Porn and profanity
Total word count: 1,595
Original prompt number: 233 - Submitted by cinnatart
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by the BBC and Shine TV. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's notes (if any): Pretend the unconscious people stay that way long enough for the heroes to cop a decent shag.
Beta(s): syrosis
The horse reared.
The knight astride its saddle kept his back straight, lance aloft, eyes on the gryphon as he turned his magnificent mount and charged.
Merlin did not let this demonstration of disciplined perfection distract him from the task at hand; repeating the necessary spell until at last his magical power was added to Lancelot’s strength. The enhanced lance collided loudly with the gryphon’s grey feathered chest; the imposing, menacing creature perished at their combined hands. While the magical aura enveloping the wooden lance subsided, Merlin’s energy lingered in Lancelot’s marrow.
Adrenaline, magic, awe and testosterone swirled unchecked within them. When Lancelot pulled Merlin close the warlock did not resist.
Sweat beaded on Lancelot’s top lip, moistened his hands within rapidly discarded gauntlets. The dark hair beneath helm and chainmail hood was slicked straight with perspiration, leaving a solitary curl at the top of his left ear. Merlin accepted and returned his kiss with enthusiasm, closing their embrace until contact with Lancelot’s armour became painful to them both.
“I should...” Lancelot began as Merlin winced. The disgraced knight pulled away and started to remove his armour.
“Let me help you with that.”
Lancelot’s under tunic was so damp with sweat it resembled a tremendous bruise in the moonlight. He leaned in to kiss Merlin’s pliant lips again before taking the unpleasantly wet garment off.
No more words passed between them as eyes, hands and eventually mouths roamed across skin, cloth and hair. Lancelot’s bare chest pressed against the rough cloth of Merlin’s clothes, chafing his nipples in a pleasurable way. The tip of Merlin’s tongue licked the inside of Lancelot’s lower lip and was drawn deep into his warm mouth by a broader tongue.
Merlin’s cock hardened and unfurled until his clothing prevented further movement. He grabbed Lancelot’s head so the butt of each palm rested behind an ear and made a desperate ‘uhn’ sound into Lancelot’s mouth as he bumped his stifled erection against him. Lancelot’s hands moved to Merlin’s hips so he could grind their hips together in small, opposing circles. Merlin’s fingers dug into Lancelot’s hair and he broke the kiss; too breathless to beg for his now aching cock to be set free, gaining too much pleasure from their rutting to put a stop to it. Lancelot shifted his hands so each thumb could simultaneously stroke opposite sides of Merlin’s cock. Merlin’s eyes closed and lips parted to allow a short startled ‘ooh’ to escape. Lancelot’s eyes were open, watching this reaction. Merlin was so - so - pretty like that, beautiful and ethereal in the moonlight. Lancelot knew then, rubbing against him or even milking their cocks empty with joined hands would not be satisfying enough. He needed to know how Merlin’s face changed with a man inside him; not any man, this man. He needed to know how those buttocks would feel naked against his groin, how those hips would move when riding cock. What other sounds would he make? How could he convince Merlin to let Lancelot fuck and come in his arse? His thumbs kept stroking as he observed and thought. When Merlin pressed the tip of his tongue to his upper lip, Lancelot knew. He kissed Merlin again, their tongues eager, as one hand unfastened Merlin’s trousers and the other slipped inside.
The touch of an unfamiliar hand on his cock made Merlin end the kiss again to see if what he thought he felt was what he actually felt, and god it was. Lancelot’s darker hand was around Merlin’s swollen cock, removing it from the bounds of cloth and straightening it with steady strokes. He could not completely choke back the strange mono-consonant sounds sharply leaving his throat every time his knob was touched, nor suppress the small involuntary buck of his hips. He couldn’t stop watching his cock hide then emerge only to hide again in Lancelot’s fist. He began to thrust in earnest, fucking Lancelot’s hand. The noises the other man made as a result caused Merlin to close his eyes, tilt his head back and savour every moment. Merlin suddenly felt cool against his chest and felt his arms lower. His hands remained in Lancelot’s hair. He opened his eyes to see Lancelot kneeling before him as he had kneeled for Arthur on the training field and then Uther in the Great Hall. This time he knelt not to receive an honour but to claim Merlin’s cock with a lick of his tongue, then take the glistening knob into his mouth and suck.
Lancelot relaxed his lower jaw so Merlin would fit in more easily. He had not expected the rub of another man’s tip against the roof of his mouth to make him moan in satisfaction. He moved his head so it rubbed back and forth. He felt Merlin begin to shallowly fuck his face and the angle he moved at, so naturally, meant Lancelot could achieve the same wonderful sensation while remaining still. He held Merlin’s hips gently, only to keep his balance so he didn’t topple sideways while on his knees. Thus he was able to feel Merlin tense before the altered pitch of his vocalisations warned him what was coming. As Merlin pulled back to deliver a deeper thrust, Lancelot removed his mouth altogether, stood and Merlin urgently fucked one hand while the other released his untouched erection. Moments before Merlin came, Lancelot managed to grip their cocks together. Merlin’s hands suddenly moved from Lancelot’s drying curls to his shoulders, fingers clutching then digging in as semen spurted in and all over Lancelot’s grasp. He exhaled into Lancelot’s mouth, desperately sounding out his climax.
Merlin could begin to relax in a post orgasmic daze, semen slick fingers stretched his ball sack, tickled the ridge beneath and then teased at the puckered skin beyond that. His thighs opened automatically because that felt so, oh, so amazing. His head drooped forward onto Lancelot’s shoulder as he was teased, then gently penetrated, then gradually stretched and then vigorously fingered. One, two ...oh god that was so good but what, what was it in aid of? When Lancelot eased them onto the roadside, so Lancelot lay on his back with Merlin sitting astride him, fingers still moving inside his open hole and Merlin felt the hard heat nudging the top oh his buttocks and lower back as he rocked, he knew. He was slightly afraid, but his trust in Lancelot and the erotic pleasure he experienced as he fucked Lancelot’s oooh three fingers now, far outweighed his trepidation. The subtle shift of Lancelot’s hips and hands let him know when it was time to lift, spread and Oh god the rounded knob felt so much bigger than it looked and applied more pressure as it breached than the earlier three fingertips had, and then so soon, Lancelot’s cock was nestled inside Merlin’s arse. The angle was wrong, the depth of penetration insufficient. Lancelot used his arms to help move Merlin’s legs so his feet were closer to Lancelot’s shoulders. His spine tilted back, hips jutted and Lancelot slid in until there was nothing between them.
Lancelot held his head off the ground so he could observe Merlin’s expressions and movements. The shifting lines and shadows on his face gave the impression of riding a horse through a field of saplings. The hot, dry heat of Merlin’s arse gripping his cock was more than enough to shatter that illusion. Merlin tensed and flexed his thighs and knees while Lancelot used firm hands on Merlin’s hips to make him move faster. It was fantastic, but not incredible enough. He needed to thrust into that arse like spearing a boar - fast, hard and accurate. He spoke the first words since they worked together to remove his armour.
“Bend over, on your knees.”
The withdrawal of the long, broad muscle caused discomfort bordering on pain. The odd combination of sudden horrid emptiness and relief weakened Merlin’s limbs further. To stop himself toppling face first into the grassy roadside, he knelt in front of a large rock so he could brace himself against it. Or, should worse come to worse, drape half over it until Lancelot was finished with him. He felt incomplete until Lancelot penetrated him once again. The entry this time made him moan an ooohmm and rotate his hips.
“God Merlin!” Lancelot exclaimed before pushing Merlin’s jacket and shirt up his back so he could get a strong grip on his pelvis and thrust, oh so deep, so fast with Merlin rocking backwards and forwards on his knees in counterpoint. Then Lancelot was fucking, fucking frantically, furiously fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, oh good god in heaven he thrust and bucked and fucked and thrust and then he came. Merlin’s sounds were musical, the feel of him was extraordinary; Lancelot was disappointed it had come to an end so soon.
But then they were both relieved it was over when the twitching toe of a boot on the other side of the stone Merlin was propped against caught their attention. They hastily dressed and stood awkward yet elated with a small, innocuous distance between them. Merlin wordlessly turned and bolted as the Prince of Camelot groaned groggily. Merlin was out of sight by the time Arthur shuffled to his feet.
His unfocussed eyes settled first on Lancelot, then on the corpse of the mighty gryphon. He burst into joyous, incredulous laughter.
“Lancelot, you did it!” Arthur crowed triumphantly.
Lancelot smiled self-consciously at the recollection of every shared sensation.
He most certainly did.
The end