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nyxelestiaTitle: Primogeniture
Summary: Merlin is happy to dedicate his life and soul to Arthur when he comes to Camelot, even though he knows the dragon is wrong, and Arthur will never be king. How can he be, when he is the second son?
Rating: R
Word Count: 1600
Pairings/Character: Arthur/Merlin, OMC
Warnings/Content: smut
Beta: none
Notes: Short but sweet!
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Primogeniture: Chapter 07
Later, Merlin found out Arthur didn't drop it.
"How do you live with it?" Arthur asked, quietly, that night in bed. Merlin looked down to where Arthur's head was pillowed on his chest.
"Live with what?" he asked, slightly confused.
"The constant fear," Arthur asked. "I...you said I am in much danger, too. I live with it in the knowledge that I can defend myself, that I can be defended by my brother, my father, and my knights, and even my people will sometimes come to my aid if need be. But you - they're the very people you have to fear. The ones who are supposed to defend you are the ones who will kill you. How do you live with it?"
Merlin sighed. "Really, Arthur, I just...I don't know any other way, yeah? I grew up like this, so it's...it's normal for me."
And it was. He knew it was different for other people. He just didn't have a choice. He wanted to live without fear, and often still wished he'd never had magic.
He remembered the look on Gaius's face when he'd walked into Merlin's room to see Merlin staring at a passage in a book on how to get rid of magic from a person, rip it away and never let it back.
He'd really only been vaguely thinking of it. He hadn't actually been planning on it...yet...
Gaius had taken the book away from Merlin for the rest of the day - the first and last time he'd ever done anything like that - and made Merlin swear to never attempt anything like that. Memories of Arthur and what could happen to him without Merlin to defend him made it easy enough to swear to it.
Gaius has been keeping a careful eye on Merlin's magical activities since then.
Arthur pulled Merlin close at that. "It shouldn't be."
"There are a lot of things in this world that shouldn't be, but they still are," Merlin said, snuggling close to Arthur. "We just...have to deal with it. Hazards of being alive and all that."
Arthur nodded, clearly still not liking it.
Merlin leaned down to kiss his forehead, but Arthur leaned up so their lips came together.
Then he parted his lips.
Merlin gasped, thrown by the sudden turn of the kiss from chaste to wanton. Arthur plunged forward, wrestling tongues with Merlin, before pulling back to mouth at the corner of his mouth.
"It shouldn't be like this," Arthur murmured, slowly rolling on top of Merlin. "It shouldn't...it's all wrong...it's-"
"Arthur," Merlin said, putting a firm hand on Arthur's waist, stilling the prince. "This is...sudden...why are you..."
Arthur sighed, before pushing off and rolling to the side, facing away from Merlin and curling into a little ball.
"Baerne," Merlin whispered, lighting the lone candle at Arthur's beside. Arthur no longer noticed the magic.
"I want to," Arthur murmured. "Give you something...it's hard, but...you get over so much everyday, living in fear because you exist...I should be able to get over a little fear from my liaisons to give you this."
"In your own time, Arthur, not mine," Merlin said, curling himself around Arthur.
"Well my own time is too damn slow," Arthur grumbled. "Every time I try something with you, the memories of others come up instead! Their hands and their mouths and their bodies...and...and, I keep trying...I know what to do with them, but I don't want you to be them and but I don't know if there's anything different and...and..."
Arthur abruptly cut himself off, the click from his jaws snapping shut loud in the quiet room.
"Baernath," Merlin said, this time lighting all the candles surrounding the bed. He then reached over and rolled Arthur over, so that he was lying flat on his back, and Merlin, propped up on his elbow, could face him, in the light.
"This is how I do things," Arthur said. "I focus on it, and keep doing it, no matter what, until it comes naturally."
"That might work for being a knight," Merlin said. "And it sometimes even works for magic...but don't use it for this, all right? This...it's not something you have to do, but that you want to do. And it's not a matter of skill, either - we both have that, here. It's just desire we're working on, and you can't force that."
Arthur sighed, jaw firming as he stared into the canopy, and Merlin got the sudden feeling that he was drifting away, even as he draped himself over Arthur.
He knew Arthur could be patient when necessary (even if he rarely chose to be). But he also knew there was only so long Arthur could stand waiting, especially if it was something he thought was a failure on his part.
"...how about we just slowly work our way up?" Merlin suggested.
Arthur frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean? Either we-"
"Do or don't? Not quite," Merlin said.
Arthur continued to frown at him.
Merlin pushed himself up, slightly, straddling Arthur, holding himself up on his arms over him, before leaning down and pressing their lips together, slowly, but heated. Warm.
Arthur sighed into the kiss, letting himself be pressed back into the bed as Merlin pressed down with his kiss, firm but gentle, and he slowly started to shift his hips around against Arthur's.
This time, Arthur gasped into Merlin's mouth. When Merlin realized Arthur was hardening, he wondered if Arthur was hard when he first started kissing Merlin several moments before.
Merlin got the bad feeling that Arthur, too used to the idea that his own desire didn't matter, hadn't been so. They were going to have to work on that.
He slid one hand slowly down Arthur's front, in a waving, nonsensical, sensational pattern, letting it slide wherever the slight shift of Arthur's body directed it, letting the tips of his fingers trail burning lines across his waist, before slipping under the waistband of his sleep breeches. He slipped the waistband down, down Arthur's hips, down his thighs, and Arthur shut his eyes at the feel of Merlin's hand on his cock.
"M-Merlin...wha...what are you..."
"Shh..." Merlin murmured.
Arthur nodded as Merlin started stroking him, gently, slowly. Arthur was fully hard, now, and Merlin pressed his own erection against Arthur's thigh, letting him feel the proof of desire for himself.
This wasn't particularly hot or passionate. Just warm, and gentle. Arthur was shifting constantly under Merlin's ministrations, soft sighs and short moans escaping his lips as he moved in the cradle of Merlin's body.
Merlin leaned down and pressed his lips to Arthur's forehead, trailing his lips down the bridge of Arthur's nose, over the tip, and finally to Arthur's mouth.
Arthur moaned into the kiss, lips almost on the shape of a smile, and Merlin started stroking in time with the thrusting of Arthur's hips, faster, faster, surprisingly fast.
"Arthur," Merlin murmured against his mouth. "I love you. I want you to love me, and want me, for yourself."
"I..." Arthur froze on the words.
"It's okay...I can wait," Merlin said. Because he could - he could feel the magic in his blood, singing for Arthur. If he had to wait a thousand years, he could, and he would. "But right now, come for you...for you, not for me..."
Arthur cried out, almost deafening with his mouth so close to Merlin's ear, and came, and with his magic so wrapped up in Arthur, all he could feel was Arthur, even as he came, himself.
When they came down from their coital high, Merlin's hand was covered in Arthur's seed, and he could feel his own in his breeches, sticky and cooling. A quick spell, and it was all gone, all cleaned up.
Arthur lay dazed on the bed, looking at Merlin in something between confusion and awe, and Merlin smiled as he righted Arthur's sleep-clothes and pulled himself under the sheets again, tucking them both in with magic. He kept his lips to Arthur's skin, kissing his forehead, the heated skin warming his lips. Arthur's eyelids, his eyelashes brushing against Merlin's lips. Arthur's cheeks, soft and flushed. Arthur's nose, sharp and firm.
Arthur's lips, warm and welcoming and happy.
"Work our way up," Merlin murmured. "We'll get there. Not today, but one day, and soon, if you want to. And only if you want to."
Arthur nodded, leaning into Merlin's neck, pressing his lips against the collarbone.
"Thank you," Arthur murmured.
"It's all right," Merlin said, wrapping his arm around Arthur and pulling him close, snuggling into the firm muscle of Arthur's body, using Arthur's chest as a convenient pillow while Arthur wrapped his arm around Merlin's shoulders, his hand cupping Merlin's head, protectively, closely, and Merlin leaned into that touch. "You're welcome."
He'd always known he had a destiny, and since he came to Camelot he knew that destiny was to protect and take care of Arthur.
But this was the first time he felt it, in his heart and bones, his magic and soul. And for no matter how long, he would protect Arthur. It was what he was born for, and it was now all Merlin ever wanted to do.
Destiny could go fuck itself if it ever tried to stop him.
~*~
Spells:
Baerne/Baernath - "Light!" (singular/plural imperative, specifically to do with flames - Merlin has, in fact, used this spell in the actual show)
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Summary: Merlin is happy to dedicate his life and soul to Arthur when he comes to Camelot, even though he knows the dragon is wrong, and Arthur will never be king. How can he be, when he is the second son?
Rating: R
Word Count: 1600
Pairings/Character: Arthur/Merlin, OMC
Warnings/Content: smut
Beta: none
Notes: Short but sweet!
<< Previous Chapter
Primogeniture: Chapter 07
Later, Merlin found out Arthur didn't drop it.
"How do you live with it?" Arthur asked, quietly, that night in bed. Merlin looked down to where Arthur's head was pillowed on his chest.
"Live with what?" he asked, slightly confused.
"The constant fear," Arthur asked. "I...you said I am in much danger, too. I live with it in the knowledge that I can defend myself, that I can be defended by my brother, my father, and my knights, and even my people will sometimes come to my aid if need be. But you - they're the very people you have to fear. The ones who are supposed to defend you are the ones who will kill you. How do you live with it?"
Merlin sighed. "Really, Arthur, I just...I don't know any other way, yeah? I grew up like this, so it's...it's normal for me."
And it was. He knew it was different for other people. He just didn't have a choice. He wanted to live without fear, and often still wished he'd never had magic.
He remembered the look on Gaius's face when he'd walked into Merlin's room to see Merlin staring at a passage in a book on how to get rid of magic from a person, rip it away and never let it back.
He'd really only been vaguely thinking of it. He hadn't actually been planning on it...yet...
Gaius had taken the book away from Merlin for the rest of the day - the first and last time he'd ever done anything like that - and made Merlin swear to never attempt anything like that. Memories of Arthur and what could happen to him without Merlin to defend him made it easy enough to swear to it.
Gaius has been keeping a careful eye on Merlin's magical activities since then.
Arthur pulled Merlin close at that. "It shouldn't be."
"There are a lot of things in this world that shouldn't be, but they still are," Merlin said, snuggling close to Arthur. "We just...have to deal with it. Hazards of being alive and all that."
Arthur nodded, clearly still not liking it.
Merlin leaned down to kiss his forehead, but Arthur leaned up so their lips came together.
Then he parted his lips.
Merlin gasped, thrown by the sudden turn of the kiss from chaste to wanton. Arthur plunged forward, wrestling tongues with Merlin, before pulling back to mouth at the corner of his mouth.
"It shouldn't be like this," Arthur murmured, slowly rolling on top of Merlin. "It shouldn't...it's all wrong...it's-"
"Arthur," Merlin said, putting a firm hand on Arthur's waist, stilling the prince. "This is...sudden...why are you..."
Arthur sighed, before pushing off and rolling to the side, facing away from Merlin and curling into a little ball.
"Baerne," Merlin whispered, lighting the lone candle at Arthur's beside. Arthur no longer noticed the magic.
"I want to," Arthur murmured. "Give you something...it's hard, but...you get over so much everyday, living in fear because you exist...I should be able to get over a little fear from my liaisons to give you this."
"In your own time, Arthur, not mine," Merlin said, curling himself around Arthur.
"Well my own time is too damn slow," Arthur grumbled. "Every time I try something with you, the memories of others come up instead! Their hands and their mouths and their bodies...and...and, I keep trying...I know what to do with them, but I don't want you to be them and but I don't know if there's anything different and...and..."
Arthur abruptly cut himself off, the click from his jaws snapping shut loud in the quiet room.
"Baernath," Merlin said, this time lighting all the candles surrounding the bed. He then reached over and rolled Arthur over, so that he was lying flat on his back, and Merlin, propped up on his elbow, could face him, in the light.
"This is how I do things," Arthur said. "I focus on it, and keep doing it, no matter what, until it comes naturally."
"That might work for being a knight," Merlin said. "And it sometimes even works for magic...but don't use it for this, all right? This...it's not something you have to do, but that you want to do. And it's not a matter of skill, either - we both have that, here. It's just desire we're working on, and you can't force that."
Arthur sighed, jaw firming as he stared into the canopy, and Merlin got the sudden feeling that he was drifting away, even as he draped himself over Arthur.
He knew Arthur could be patient when necessary (even if he rarely chose to be). But he also knew there was only so long Arthur could stand waiting, especially if it was something he thought was a failure on his part.
"...how about we just slowly work our way up?" Merlin suggested.
Arthur frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean? Either we-"
"Do or don't? Not quite," Merlin said.
Arthur continued to frown at him.
Merlin pushed himself up, slightly, straddling Arthur, holding himself up on his arms over him, before leaning down and pressing their lips together, slowly, but heated. Warm.
Arthur sighed into the kiss, letting himself be pressed back into the bed as Merlin pressed down with his kiss, firm but gentle, and he slowly started to shift his hips around against Arthur's.
This time, Arthur gasped into Merlin's mouth. When Merlin realized Arthur was hardening, he wondered if Arthur was hard when he first started kissing Merlin several moments before.
Merlin got the bad feeling that Arthur, too used to the idea that his own desire didn't matter, hadn't been so. They were going to have to work on that.
He slid one hand slowly down Arthur's front, in a waving, nonsensical, sensational pattern, letting it slide wherever the slight shift of Arthur's body directed it, letting the tips of his fingers trail burning lines across his waist, before slipping under the waistband of his sleep breeches. He slipped the waistband down, down Arthur's hips, down his thighs, and Arthur shut his eyes at the feel of Merlin's hand on his cock.
"M-Merlin...wha...what are you..."
"Shh..." Merlin murmured.
Arthur nodded as Merlin started stroking him, gently, slowly. Arthur was fully hard, now, and Merlin pressed his own erection against Arthur's thigh, letting him feel the proof of desire for himself.
This wasn't particularly hot or passionate. Just warm, and gentle. Arthur was shifting constantly under Merlin's ministrations, soft sighs and short moans escaping his lips as he moved in the cradle of Merlin's body.
Merlin leaned down and pressed his lips to Arthur's forehead, trailing his lips down the bridge of Arthur's nose, over the tip, and finally to Arthur's mouth.
Arthur moaned into the kiss, lips almost on the shape of a smile, and Merlin started stroking in time with the thrusting of Arthur's hips, faster, faster, surprisingly fast.
"Arthur," Merlin murmured against his mouth. "I love you. I want you to love me, and want me, for yourself."
"I..." Arthur froze on the words.
"It's okay...I can wait," Merlin said. Because he could - he could feel the magic in his blood, singing for Arthur. If he had to wait a thousand years, he could, and he would. "But right now, come for you...for you, not for me..."
Arthur cried out, almost deafening with his mouth so close to Merlin's ear, and came, and with his magic so wrapped up in Arthur, all he could feel was Arthur, even as he came, himself.
When they came down from their coital high, Merlin's hand was covered in Arthur's seed, and he could feel his own in his breeches, sticky and cooling. A quick spell, and it was all gone, all cleaned up.
Arthur lay dazed on the bed, looking at Merlin in something between confusion and awe, and Merlin smiled as he righted Arthur's sleep-clothes and pulled himself under the sheets again, tucking them both in with magic. He kept his lips to Arthur's skin, kissing his forehead, the heated skin warming his lips. Arthur's eyelids, his eyelashes brushing against Merlin's lips. Arthur's cheeks, soft and flushed. Arthur's nose, sharp and firm.
Arthur's lips, warm and welcoming and happy.
"Work our way up," Merlin murmured. "We'll get there. Not today, but one day, and soon, if you want to. And only if you want to."
Arthur nodded, leaning into Merlin's neck, pressing his lips against the collarbone.
"Thank you," Arthur murmured.
"It's all right," Merlin said, wrapping his arm around Arthur and pulling him close, snuggling into the firm muscle of Arthur's body, using Arthur's chest as a convenient pillow while Arthur wrapped his arm around Merlin's shoulders, his hand cupping Merlin's head, protectively, closely, and Merlin leaned into that touch. "You're welcome."
He'd always known he had a destiny, and since he came to Camelot he knew that destiny was to protect and take care of Arthur.
But this was the first time he felt it, in his heart and bones, his magic and soul. And for no matter how long, he would protect Arthur. It was what he was born for, and it was now all Merlin ever wanted to do.
Destiny could go fuck itself if it ever tried to stop him.
Spells:
Baerne/Baernath - "Light!" (singular/plural imperative, specifically to do with flames - Merlin has, in fact, used this spell in the actual show)
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Date: 2011-01-17 05:09 am (UTC)Thanks again!
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Date: 2011-01-20 06:24 am (UTC)Wow, thank you! I'm glad to hear you like the story. :) Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2011-01-17 11:31 am (UTC)I find myself incapable of saying more - more please?
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Date: 2011-01-17 12:30 pm (UTC)I really like this universe. Can't wait to read next part. :-)
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Date: 2011-01-17 06:30 pm (UTC)I also liked the part where Merlin was briefly considering ripping out his Magic. It's a horrible thing but with the way Camelot is at the moment, I can't really blame Merlin for momentarily wanting to be normal.
Anway, good chapter.
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