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Finding King Arthur - Part 17

Title: Finding King Arthur (temporary until I find something better)
Author: [info]elfflame
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Rating: NC-17, bebe.
Summary: Things have gone bad in Camelot.  Arthur has been missing for a year, and Uther and Gaius have been poisoned.  Merlin and the knights of Camelot set out to find their Prince before the kingdom can be claimed by Morgana.
Warnings: Death (not Merlin or Arthur), minor spoilers for season 3.
A/N: Smut!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Part 16

Something there that wasn't there before

That night, after the others had left he and Arthur alone, Merlin found himself the subject of a far more diligent search to ensure he was really all right from what Morgause had done.

"I told you, Arthur. I'm fine."

Arthur kissed him, then pushed him back on the bed, tugging at his trousers. "Yes, well, I need to be sure, don't I? I need you at my side if I want to win back the throne…"

"She didn't hurt my legs!" Merlin said, horrified to hear that his voice was squeaking.

"I'll be the judge of that," Arthur told him. The smirk gave him away, though, even as he stroked down Merlin's legs.

"Stop that. If you want sex…"

Arthur slid up Merlin's now-naked body, pinning his arms over his head. "I want a hell of a lot more than sex, Merlin…" He whispered huskily.

Merlin felt his heart contract at that, but he couldn't ask, and tried to stretch up for another kiss. "Then…take…what you want," he whispered, not able to trust his voice not to crack from emotion.

"Oh, I will. In my own time," Arthur said. "Spell."

Merlin blinked up at him. "Spell?" he asked, not sure what Arthur was asking him to do.

"Bind your hands right where they are."

"What's the point, if I can just undo it any time?"

"But you won't, will you? Not until I let you."

Merlin met his eyes, seeing the same something he'd seen that afternoon when he'd told them what had happened. It made him shake his head. "I won't. Until you…let me." He cast the spell, his breath catching at the feeling of being bound once more.

It was worth it, though, for the expression on Arthur's face. "Good." Arthur kissed him again, deeper now, then began to nip his way down Merlin's body.

Merlin bit his lip, the feeling making him want to squirm, his arms bound in such a way that every slight move was just that much more intense. "God…Arthur… Don…oooh…"

Arthur chuckled softly. "Mine now, Merlin. And I intend to inspect every inch of you." Arthur's deep voice curled around him, his lips pulling shivers from him.

"Ah…god…going to kill me…"

"Nah. I'll keep you around to be my own private entertainment…"

Merlin would have complained, but at that moment, Arthur licked over a nipple, and all he could manage was a groan. He'd have curled fingers in Arthur's hair if his hands had been free.

"All mine," Arthur said again, then nipped at it, pulling another groan from him.

"I'm not…" Merlin's words were cut off by another nip. "Fuck!"

"No, not yet. Not until you admit it, Merlin. You're mine." Arthur licked a path down his stomach to swirl into his belly button.


"That doesn't sound like an agreement, Merlin…" Arthur nipped at his hip, and Merlin tried to twist his hips to get his cock touching Arthur. Arthur smacked his hip. "Stop that." He slid lower, pushing Merlin's legs apart. "Say it, Merlin. It's a simple phrase."

Merlin squeezed his mouth shut and shook his head. He couldn't. Not now. It would hurt too much.

Arthur, however, didn't know what was going on inside Merlin's head. All he knew was that Merlin had refused, so he continued with his game driving Merlin out of his mind, tongue tracing down long legs, then back up, nipping the insides of his thighs as he rose, then pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. "Stubborn, Aren't you?"

Merlin glowered at him, but kept quiet. He knew if he spoke, he'd be unable to keep from giving in.

"Fine. Be that way." Arthur flipped him over, then began on his back, kissing his way up Merlin's spine.

In some ways, it was easier, but in others…it was almost enough to make Merlin give in. He whimpered, pushing back for what he really wanted, but Arthur moved away. "Not until you tell me what I want to hear. Tell me, Merlin. Tell me you're mine."

Merlin shook his head, but before he could even consider speaking, Arthur'd slid down to cup his arse, breathing over it. "What are you…doing?" he squeaked.

He could hear the smirk in Arthur's voice. "Already told you, Merlin. Waiting until you say what I want to hear."

"But…ah!" Before he could say anything else, Arthur's thumbs had pulled his cheeks apart, and there was a wet tongue—it had to be, didn't it?—sliding over Merlin there. He'd never felt anything like it before. "Arthur!"

"What was that, Merlin? More?"

Merlin groaned as Arthur did it again. "Ohfuck."

Arthur chuckled again, the feeling vibrating through Merlin in a way that went straight to his cock. "Ah! Fuck! Yesss…" He pushed back to get more, and Arthur gave his arse a swat.

"Don't move, Merlin. You're mine and until you say it, I'm going to keep reminding you."

Merlin whimpered, nodding his head, unable still to say the words.

"What was that, Merlin? I didn't quite hear you…" Arthur brushed a finger over the spot he'd been licking, and Merlin whimpered.

"Yours!" he said, his voice cracking.

"Yes, you are," Arthur said softly, and there was something in his voice that made Merlin wish he could turn and see Arthur's face. Take him in his arms. Tell him everything he'd held back from their lovemaking before.

Merlin found himself rolled to his back again, looking up at Arthur, who had an intensity there that made him shiver. No words were exchanged after that. Arthur just took everything he could wring from Merlin, and Merlin acceded willingly, arching into each touch and kiss, his body moving with Arthur's as they made love once more, his bound arms going around Arthur's neck.

Though they'd done this several times, now, and in several ways, this was different. It wasn't so much urgent as hungry, the two of them needing to give everything they'd never managed before; to take everything they'd always wanted, but never allowed themselves. Each kiss more intense than the last.

When Merlin felt his climax approach, he fought to hold on, not wanting this to end, needing every bit of Arthur that he could get, and never wanting him to stop.

Still, the emotion building between them, the feel of skin on skin, the feeling of Arthur so deep inside him… Merlin couldn't hold back forever, and suddenly, his climax crashed over him, leaving him shuddering and clenching around Arthur as he came, a wordless cry filling the room, his ears ringing from the intensity of it all.

Arthur's climax followed soon after, his face damp with sweat, his eyes closed as he stilled deep inside Merlin, his groan sounding as though it were pulled from his toes.

The room was silent for several minutes after, filled with the sounds of breathing alone, and Merlin's fingers wound in the short hair at the nape of Arthur's neck, not even noticing that he'd banished the bonds around his wrists.

When Arthur finally met Merlin's eyes, both were wary. Something had changed between them, and neither seemed willing to voice what it might be.

"We should sleep, another fight tomorrow," Merlin finally whispered, surprised at how rough his throat felt. Had he been screaming?

Arthur nodded, carefully pulling away. He settled beside Merlin, then after a slight hesitation, pulled him close. "Sleep well," he whispered into Merlin's hair.

Merlin nodded, thinking that he'd be shocked if he managed to fall asleep by dawn. They were the last thoughts he had before falling asleep.

Fight for your right

The tournament the next day was much more the sort of tournament that Merlin was used to. Lists of men fighting each other, new pairs created as each battle was won. And Arthur would only have to fight Gwaine of their two friends, since the top five would be going on to the final round the next day, and Lancelot was too far down the lists to have to go against him. That was a relief, at least.

He helped Elaine out again, but this time, with the field much smaller, there were far less injuries to help with, so he spent much of his time watching the actual battles.

When Arthur fought, Merlin could see he was holding back, giving the illusion that he was more hesitant than Merlin knew he was. He wondered if it were just for Morgana's benefit, or also to catch his opponent unawares.

Of course, all the rules went out the window when he battled Gwaine. Gwaine wasn't going to give him any ground, prince or not, and Arthur knew it. The whole crowd went silent as they began to circle each other on the field. Even Morgana leaned forward in her seat, though who she was hoping would win, Merlin couldn't have said.

He kept his eyes glued on Arthur, biting his lip and hoping he didn't make any stupid mistakes. They couldn't afford a single one right now. Especially if he lost. Not that Merlin expected him to. Since regaining his memory, he'd not lost to Gwaine once when they'd sparred, though there had been a few close calls.

The first clang as their swords met startled Merlin out of his musing. He hadn't realized how silent everything had gotten until he'd heard it. Apparently all of Camelot was holding its breath to see if the man he'd brought back truly was their prince.

He wondered how many of them believed in him, and how many were ready to stand against him if he were to win this tournament. It wasn't exactly a pleasant thought.

The two drew out the fight long enough that the sun was starting to sink in the sky before the match was finally called in Arthur's favour for a slight scratch he'd managed to get across Gwaine's arm. It hadn't been a ferocious battle, but it had been quite intense, and everyone was glad for a break after that. The Seneschal called for an hour break before the next pair was due onto the field, and Merlin hurried to the tent to help Arthur with his armor. He was done with his own battles for the day. No matter what, he'd be in the top five now. Lancelot's standing was still uncertain.

He smiled when Arthur came in. "That was brilliant."

"No," Arthur said. He was frowning. "Did you see her face? She knows. And she's planning…something." He met Merlin's eyes. "And…damned if I know what.

Merlin frowned as well. "She seemed…interested…"

"Few people know my style of fighting better than Morgana. When we were young, she would dress as a boy and come down to the field to fight with me. Uther was always furious after, but…well…we bonded over it. Learned from each other."

Merlin reached up to unbuckle Arthur's armor. "So…what does that prove? I mean…if she recognizes it, that means she knows you're…you. So? Didn't she already know that?"

"No…she knows I remember. I'm sure of it."

Merlin frowned. "She can't, Arthur. I'm sure of it. How would she know?"

"I don't know. But she does."

"Well, we're already being careful, so…I don't see what more we can do about it…?"

"Do about what?" Gwaine asked as he came into the tent, his arm bandaged already.

Arthur shook his head. "At supper. Let's go see the last few battles?"

Merlin handed him Excalibur, watching as he belted the sword on, and glad for the extra protections it provided, then followed the two men from the tent.

There were two more rounds before Lancelot had his final match, whom he beat spectacularly, and to great applause. The crowd cheered as he walked off the field, and he and the others went to meet him, startled when Gwen flew past them and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You did it!"

Gwain snorted. "Of course he did. He hasn't lost to anyone but Wart here ever, from what he tells me…"

Arthur glowered at him, then nodded towards the castle. "Let's head upstairs. We've a lot to talk about."

Gwen glanced at him. "What? What about Elaine? She still needs help. There are a few more battles…"

"I'm sure she can handle it with the pages' help, Gwen. Come on." And then he led the way up towards the castle, looking distinctly grim, the others following behind, and Merlin feeling as though his stomach was trying to do a summersault.

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Nov. 26th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC)
Urgh... Definitely intense! Scary...
I kind of want more detail of the fight between Gwaine and Arthur *G*
Nov. 26th, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
Yeah...I've been fighting these scenes... It's part of what slowed me down. I can't do swordfights...or action. :P *sighs*
Nov. 26th, 2010 10:17 pm (UTC)
*huggles* I thought I couldn't, but it's not that bad. Read a few good ones and fake it from there ;-)
Nov. 26th, 2010 10:21 pm (UTC)
Yeah...I probably need to do that when I do the rewrite.