Disclaimers: The Arthurian legends belong to
themselves. I am just playing with
them.
Summary: Arthur shows Merlin his appreciation -
Arthur/Merlin
Warning - Slash fiction.
Author's note: Although I write without any particular
Arthurian movie/book in mind, you can go wherever your imagination takes you.
Rating R - Erotic Romance
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Arthur turned to his
guide. "How can I ever repay you
for saving my life?"
Merlin simply smiled. "I require no payment. Your gratitude
is enough, as is your faith in me."
"But I want to give you more."
"I require no more."
"You are my mentor, my guide … my love…"
Softly Arthur's lips brushed
against Merlin's cheek. The Wizard gave
a small start at first, but then turned to Arthur and gazed into the King's
indigo eyes. Arthur's lips touched his
and Merlin melted. Never before had he
felt like this, as he felt Arthur's lips press against his.
The King of Legend parted.
"Let us go somewhere more private."
Merlin nodded slowly as he
followed his charge.
Arthur led Merlin into his
impressive bedchambers. He began to
stroke the Wizard's cheek. Merlin
shrugged off his outer robe and threw his exquisite staff neatly into a corner. In the next moment a flash and they were
both skyclad. Though the king still
held Excalibur. Arthur smiled as did
Merlin. Gently, the king pushed the
Wizard into the bed and advanced upon him, holding the magnificent sword
aloft. Merlin stared in awe. In all the many years he had known Arthur he
had *never* seen him like this. He
gasped inwardly, beholding the majestic sight.
Arthur swung Excalibur expertly, Merlin watching in amazement the naked
king and his sword. Excalibur had never
looked so beautiful. Nor had
Arthur. Arthur held Excalibur above
Merlin's head then lowered the sword.
Merlin touched the cool silver blade, and shivered with delight. The
king turned and placed the sword in the stone and Merlin gasped in silence. Arthur turned to him and advanced on
him. He pushed Merlin down, lay on top
of him and began to kiss the wizard, a passionate kiss which Merlin returned
with all his being. Arthur began to
play with Merlin's long hair and beard.
The wizard smiled. It had been a
long time since anyone did that. Arthur
braided some of Merlin's hair, and kissed him again. The King's hands soon began to explore Merlin's skyclad
body. The wizard shivered again and
Arthur smiled to be giving so much pleasure as his hands traced Merlin's
slender waist, then over his flat stomach.
At first Arthur had expected the old Wizard perhaps to be a little
flabby, but not Merlin, despite his long white hair and beard, he had the body
of a twenty year old. The Wizard gasped
as the King brushed gently over the white patch of his nether regions and he
wished to give his King the same pleasure as his own hands began to
explore. Magickal hands brushed over
Arthur's bare chest and over his taut flat stomach and the King gasped. Merlin smiled, his touch having the desired
effect. He brushed his hands over
Arthur's personal Excalibur and the other man gasped again, standing
erect. Merlin smiled again as his own
shard hardened. Arthur took hold of
Merlin's crystal shard and rubbed gently.
The Wizard threw his head back and breathed loudly. His head snapped back, his hair taking on a
life of its own. Arthur smiled, never
having seen Merlin like *this* before.
Merlin reached over to Arthur's member and did the same, gently rubbing
up and down. Arthur grabbed onto the
sheets, barely able to contain himself.
"Ohh Merlin …"
The Wizard smiled. "What is your bidding, My King?…"
"Make love to me… And call me Arthur..."
"Arthur .."
Arthur melted at the gentle
use of his name, but the gentleness was not to last.
Merlin stopped rubbing and
grabbed his King, their bodies slamming into one and other, in a fire and
frenzy of passion, erupting like a volcano.
Lips slammed onto lips in a passion ate flare.
The two remained locked in
this passionate embrace for many an hour before they parted, breathing loudly.
"Thank you, My Friend." Arthur said.
"It is I who should thank you, My Dear Arthur." Merlin kissed him again.
"Merlin, you are indeed magickal."
"Well I am a Wizard after all," he said
And the two laughed and
drank ale until the coming dawn. In the
stone, Excalibur glinting as the sun rose slowly over the mountains.
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