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(BBC MERLIN) MERLIN/ARTHUR
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Fandom: Merlin
Word Count:
Warnings: slash, huge amounts of fluff you can roll in
Disclaimer: Yeah, no. I own nothing.
A/N: Finally, I'm writing again. Very glad about this. For kinkme_merlin : Arthur/Merlin, slow dancing together alone in Arthur's chambers after a feast.
The royal family of Powys and their entourage were spending the week in Camelot, and since their size equaled a small kingdom, it meant that the kingdom's manpower wasn't enough. Merlin helped whenever he could, in between catering to Arthur at impromptu tourneys with the Powys knights and going on daily hunts. He looked as haggard as the rest of the servants and he and Gwen exchanged weary smiles when they came upon each other in the hallways.
This was the third feast of the week - which had lasted well into the night - and Merlin's feet ached something fierce. He'd spent the entire time on his feet, moving back and forth to pour more wine into Arthur's cup and refill his jug when it emptied. He'd stood discreetly next to Gwen, trying not to doze (or notice the other servants doing the same), and watched as the nobles mingled. The music had played, the wine had flowed, and a great number of women had tried to enchant Prince Arthur, and finally the feast had ended.
Merlin would have liked to help the servants clear the dishes but Arthur had beckoned him to follow. Arthur was sickeningly cheerful as they entered his chambers, a light smile on his face, and Merlin tried not to show his resentment. He reminded himself that the prince was having a difficult time as well, what with charming every single guest, showing off his fighting skills, having to hunt daily, being praised for his various skills, being doted on by the nobles, laughing with the beautiful daughters -
Feeling suddenly irritated, he sidestepped Arthur and went to the fireplace, stoking the embers and adding more wood. It felt good to kneel down, the pressure off his abused feet, and Merlin wanted nothing more than to lie on the cool floor and sleep.
"It was a good feast, wasn't it?" Arthur asked from somewhere in the room, his tone cheery, and Merlin resisted the urge to turn around and hit the prat with the iron poker.
"Yes, sire," Merlin answered.
"Lord Berret's daughter was rather beautiful, wasn't she?" Arthur continued in the same jovial manner and Merlin gritted his teeth, nearly stabbing the fireplace.
"Of course, sire."
"And she spent the entire night staring at me, hadn't she?"
Merlin wondered if Arthur was deliberately pissing him off or merely wanted to talk about his night - what was he thinking? This was Arthur, of course the prat was doing this on purpose. "I'm certain she would have jumped to suck off the royal cock if you'd asked, sire, along with every woman there," Merlin said as he dropped the poker with a rattle, and thought perhaps not Morgana, because she would probably bite them off for entertainment, before he stood and turned around.
Arthur was staring at him knowingly and Merlin really, really wanted to hit him. And then go to sleep.
Instead, he put on his most respectful look and asked, "Is there anything you need me for, sire? Because I'd like to have some rest before morning comes - "
"Aside from undressing me and preparing my bed," Arthur said pleasantly, "yes, actually," and then grabbed Merlin's hand and pulled him forward. Merlin stumbled, feet protesting at the abuse, and found himself trapped against Arthur's chest with the man's arms wrapped securely around his waist.
"Erm."
Arthur smirked down at him, eyes bright with amusement and something else, something rather fond, which was probably a trick of the light. Merlin tried to squirm free but since Arthur had a good stone on him, and exhaustion was heavy on his limbs, Merlin was perfectly stuck.
Merlin sighed. "If this is because I fell asleep and nearly poured wine on you, then I'm sorry."
Arthur didn't say anything and started to move, slow steps that swung them back and forth, and Merlin blinked at the sweetly drowsy movement. The feeling reminded him of the dancing earlier, graceful limbs and skirts swirling in blurred colours, the heavy scent of perfume in the air mixing with the intoxicating music. There had been no time to steal a sip of wine from Arthur's cup but it felt like he was drunk.
His resistance melted away until he was embarrassingly pliant in Arthur's arms, being led along in dizzying circles, and Merlin's head tipped back as he glanced at Arthur under half-closed lids. Arthur's face was golden from the firelight, softening the edges until the tender look in his eyes was more pronounced.
There was no music but it was easy to remember the melodies and it was surprising how they kept to the rhythm in Merlin's head.
"I'm very tired," Merlin said unexpectedly, because he was, and yet this was soothing in its own way.
"I saw you staring at me while I danced," Arthur spoke without conceit which made it all the more humiliating.
"I wasn't," Merlin argued as Arthur spun them around again. "There were other people dancing; I was staring at them."
"Oh yes, because you gave Elaine such subtle glares whenever she danced with someone other than myself." Truthfully, Elaine had danced only with Arthur and if Merlin had pretended to have fallen asleep and spilled wine on Arthur, then that was neither here nor there.
"I did not!" - but he had - "And if I had, it didn't mean I wanted you to dance with me. Not at all. Not even a little bit because my feet hurt, I've been standing all day, and I wish you would understand that as code for 'let go of me and let me sleep' - "
Arthur bent down and kissed him, and Merlin could feel the smile against his lips, which was very insulting, and tried to resist for all of three seconds before he kissed back, opening his mouth and sucking on Arthur's lower lip. Arthur made a delicious sound and grabbed at Merlin's hair, pulling him even closer, mouth slanting over his in a way that unbuckled Merlin's knees. It had been far too long since they've done this, both too busy with their separate duties, and Merlin sighed eagerly into Arthur's mouth, certain that Arthur could taste his smile this time, and they stopped dancing even as the world continued to spin around them.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Fandom: Merlin
Word Count:
Warnings: slash, huge amounts of fluff you can roll in
Disclaimer: Yeah, no. I own nothing.
A/N: Finally, I'm writing again. Very glad about this. For kinkme_merlin : Arthur/Merlin, slow dancing together alone in Arthur's chambers after a feast.
The royal family of Powys and their entourage were spending the week in Camelot, and since their size equaled a small kingdom, it meant that the kingdom's manpower wasn't enough. Merlin helped whenever he could, in between catering to Arthur at impromptu tourneys with the Powys knights and going on daily hunts. He looked as haggard as the rest of the servants and he and Gwen exchanged weary smiles when they came upon each other in the hallways.
This was the third feast of the week - which had lasted well into the night - and Merlin's feet ached something fierce. He'd spent the entire time on his feet, moving back and forth to pour more wine into Arthur's cup and refill his jug when it emptied. He'd stood discreetly next to Gwen, trying not to doze (or notice the other servants doing the same), and watched as the nobles mingled. The music had played, the wine had flowed, and a great number of women had tried to enchant Prince Arthur, and finally the feast had ended.
Merlin would have liked to help the servants clear the dishes but Arthur had beckoned him to follow. Arthur was sickeningly cheerful as they entered his chambers, a light smile on his face, and Merlin tried not to show his resentment. He reminded himself that the prince was having a difficult time as well, what with charming every single guest, showing off his fighting skills, having to hunt daily, being praised for his various skills, being doted on by the nobles, laughing with the beautiful daughters -
Feeling suddenly irritated, he sidestepped Arthur and went to the fireplace, stoking the embers and adding more wood. It felt good to kneel down, the pressure off his abused feet, and Merlin wanted nothing more than to lie on the cool floor and sleep.
"It was a good feast, wasn't it?" Arthur asked from somewhere in the room, his tone cheery, and Merlin resisted the urge to turn around and hit the prat with the iron poker.
"Yes, sire," Merlin answered.
"Lord Berret's daughter was rather beautiful, wasn't she?" Arthur continued in the same jovial manner and Merlin gritted his teeth, nearly stabbing the fireplace.
"Of course, sire."
"And she spent the entire night staring at me, hadn't she?"
Merlin wondered if Arthur was deliberately pissing him off or merely wanted to talk about his night - what was he thinking? This was Arthur, of course the prat was doing this on purpose. "I'm certain she would have jumped to suck off the royal cock if you'd asked, sire, along with every woman there," Merlin said as he dropped the poker with a rattle, and thought perhaps not Morgana, because she would probably bite them off for entertainment, before he stood and turned around.
Arthur was staring at him knowingly and Merlin really, really wanted to hit him. And then go to sleep.
Instead, he put on his most respectful look and asked, "Is there anything you need me for, sire? Because I'd like to have some rest before morning comes - "
"Aside from undressing me and preparing my bed," Arthur said pleasantly, "yes, actually," and then grabbed Merlin's hand and pulled him forward. Merlin stumbled, feet protesting at the abuse, and found himself trapped against Arthur's chest with the man's arms wrapped securely around his waist.
"Erm."
Arthur smirked down at him, eyes bright with amusement and something else, something rather fond, which was probably a trick of the light. Merlin tried to squirm free but since Arthur had a good stone on him, and exhaustion was heavy on his limbs, Merlin was perfectly stuck.
Merlin sighed. "If this is because I fell asleep and nearly poured wine on you, then I'm sorry."
Arthur didn't say anything and started to move, slow steps that swung them back and forth, and Merlin blinked at the sweetly drowsy movement. The feeling reminded him of the dancing earlier, graceful limbs and skirts swirling in blurred colours, the heavy scent of perfume in the air mixing with the intoxicating music. There had been no time to steal a sip of wine from Arthur's cup but it felt like he was drunk.
His resistance melted away until he was embarrassingly pliant in Arthur's arms, being led along in dizzying circles, and Merlin's head tipped back as he glanced at Arthur under half-closed lids. Arthur's face was golden from the firelight, softening the edges until the tender look in his eyes was more pronounced.
There was no music but it was easy to remember the melodies and it was surprising how they kept to the rhythm in Merlin's head.
"I'm very tired," Merlin said unexpectedly, because he was, and yet this was soothing in its own way.
"I saw you staring at me while I danced," Arthur spoke without conceit which made it all the more humiliating.
"I wasn't," Merlin argued as Arthur spun them around again. "There were other people dancing; I was staring at them."
"Oh yes, because you gave Elaine such subtle glares whenever she danced with someone other than myself." Truthfully, Elaine had danced only with Arthur and if Merlin had pretended to have fallen asleep and spilled wine on Arthur, then that was neither here nor there.
"I did not!" - but he had - "And if I had, it didn't mean I wanted you to dance with me. Not at all. Not even a little bit because my feet hurt, I've been standing all day, and I wish you would understand that as code for 'let go of me and let me sleep' - "
Arthur bent down and kissed him, and Merlin could feel the smile against his lips, which was very insulting, and tried to resist for all of three seconds before he kissed back, opening his mouth and sucking on Arthur's lower lip. Arthur made a delicious sound and grabbed at Merlin's hair, pulling him even closer, mouth slanting over his in a way that unbuckled Merlin's knees. It had been far too long since they've done this, both too busy with their separate duties, and Merlin sighed eagerly into Arthur's mouth, certain that Arthur could taste his smile this time, and they stopped dancing even as the world continued to spin around them.