Four steps of destiny
Step One - An unexpected duty
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Pairing: Arthur/ Merlin
Genre: BBC "Merlin"
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Gaius shouted out loud. „Merlin, come here, quickly.“
A few minutes later he arrived at Arthur’s room. The young man
stood in the middle, fully armed, and was cursing wildly. Merlin hadn’t
seen him that upset before. The king’s son whirled around the
moment the young sorcerer stepped through the door.
A sudden change in Arthur’s behaviour gave the young warlock
an uneasy feeling. The King’s son’s eyes got a dangerous
glance and his expression became … Merlin would describe it as
Merlin suddenly got aware of his position, kneeling at his sire’s
feet, his groin directly in front of his face. He dared to look in that
direction. Freed of his chain mail, the armour and the thick tunic the
young knight just wore a short shirt and his linen trousers. And those
trousers couldn’t hide what had swelled underneath.
If Merlin hadn’t been so occupied with his own thoughts he would have noticed that Arthur’s breath had quickened during his last sentences. Oh, yes, he had left the drill court quite aroused. Sir Henry knew. He knew that the fight alone excited him. It always did. Usually he had it not just under contoll, but it helped Arthur to fight with the necessary power. But the handsome knight loved to enhance his excitement with whispered sexual indications, only for him to hear but for everyone to see when his agitation led to mistakes. It was Sir Henry’s way to show him his limitations, his only weakness. Arthur hated him for that. For knowing his weak point. Not that the older knight ever announced Arthur’s secret. No, he was an honorable man concerning that point. If the King would get to know...
This afternoon however seemed to develop different than all the other
lonely ones where he had to take care of his own needs after being humiliated.
The young sorcerer was in total confusion. He hadn’t had many
experiences with women and definitely none with men. And he never had
felt the need to have them ... until now.
But he didn’t have to. Now all he had to do was to obey his master’s will. Wasn’t that what even Gaius expected him to do? To do his duty? An unexpected duty and definitely not a common one, but...
The warlock reached out slowly. His hands were shaking visible as he opened the fastening and released Arthur’s taut cock. The other man’s genital was longer yet more slim and a bit paler than his own. Tentatively he touched it and curled his long fingers around the flesh and started to move his hand. He knew he was acting clumsy but his Lord seemed to enjoy it none the less.
And how much he enjoyed it. Arthur shivered with the first touch. He hadn’t fancied how good it would feel. Had no idea at all. Merlin was a novice for sure but ... was it the size of his hand, the speed of the trusts, the warmth of his fingers ... or was it just because it was Merlin who was doing this to him? Arthur didn’t know. He was lost in the slowly building sensation.
With each stroke Merlin got more sure of that to do and how to do it.
It was a fascinating feeling having another man’s cock in his
hand. Velvet skin over hard flesh. So alike his own and yet so different.
He could see the first drops of precome and let his thumb now fondle
the wet tip with every tender trust. Arthur’s sighs were a strong
indication that he was doing it right.
And Arthur wasn’t able to suppress those whimpers any more. With half closed eyes he let his head fall onto his chest and moaned shamelessly. No longer able to stand on his own he reached for his servant’s shoulders with firm grip, his fingers digging into the flesh.
Merlin didn’t complain. Fare from it. The pain sent a hot wave through his veins, set him on fire. As if he had felt his Lord’s gaze, the sorcerer looked up directly into two blue eyes, a darker blue than he remembered. And in those eyes he could see desire. Vulnerability. Trust. And a plea.
Arthur couldn’t hide it. Not from this man. Not when he looked down into those bright blue eyes. He was so aroused. So near. But he wanted more. He just couldn’t speak out loud. He didn’t want to order it. This was his servant, yes, anyway, this wasn’t just any servant. This was Merlin. Not one second he had thought about the fact that with this incident he had revealed his secret. His secret that he preferred man. Somehow he trusted Merlin. This young man was special. And it wasn’t right to command such an act. But he couldn’t bring himself to plea either. Man! He was the King’s son. He just couldn’t plea a servant to do it. So he just begged with his eyes and hoped Merlin would understand and fulfil his need.
Yes, the warlock did understand. If anyone would have told him an hour
ago that he would do what he was about to do he would have called him
an idiot and have kicked him in his ass. But now.
So he tore himself free from those pleading eyes, moved a bit closer and opened his mouth to let the hot cock slip into it.
Arthur cried out. Yes! That’s what he needed. A small part of
his lust-flooded brain wondered how Merlin had been able to know it
and why he was doing it to him. That part got absolutely quiet the moment
his lover started to suck him in. Slow and seducing like the sweetest
sin he could imagine. His servant seemed to have a natural talent. Arthur
closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together for he wanted this
to last as long as possible.
Merlin couldn’t get enough. Not enough of the sighs, the cries and not enough of Arthur’s cock inside. The taste was strange, but strong and stimulating as a drug. The smell was stunning. He felt enchanted by the man, couldn’t think rationally at all any more, but he didn’t care. Without thinking he grabbed the knight’s naked thighs to get a better hold and sped up even more. All the while he let his tongue play with every reachable part.
Lost! He was no longer able to hold back. His climax was building up. And up. The room was spinning around and his blood rushed through his veins like fire.
He was coming. Merlin felt the tension and the shivering and tried
to heighten his efforts to his maximum to give Arthur all he could.
He wanted it to be perfect for the other man.
And Merlin’s mind came back to let him feel miserable and embarrassed. What had just happened here? How could Arthur demand such a thing from him? And worse: how could the sorcerer let it happen to be used? Merlin didn’t dare to look into those blue as he stood up from his kneeling position, his legs feeling numb. He was glad to here a whispered “You’re dismissed.” from his Lord, for he wasn’t capable of anything to say at all. He nearly fled.
...and left Arthur behind who suddenly felt hollow.
Merlin may have gotten away from other people and inquisitive questions,
but he couldn’t get away from his own thoughts. What had just
happened? This whole thing had left him confused and -he couldn’t
deny the obvious- aroused. Damn, he was hard like stone. The pressure
to strong to ignore he lay down on his bed to take care of his own needs.
The moment he touched himself he wanted his hand to be Arthur’s.
Arthur’s fingers closing around his flesh. Arthur’s movements
that would bring him to completion. Merlin closed his eyes and fancied
the knight being with him. In this picture he looked into those blue
eyes again, listened to his sighs.
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