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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin), Merlin_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Anglo-Saxon
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-26 Words: 1617
****** the kingdom of heaven ******
by eddiecharlesstewart
Summary
     Arthur and Merlin finally accept their mutual affection and
     adventures ensue.
Arthur strode through the packed streets of Camelot’s old town, clustered
groups of onlookers cheered as their king marched past, an escort of his
knights following in his wake. His manservant, merlin, a clumsy, idle young man
almost jogged along behind his king in an effort to keep up with the knights
marching. Camelot was a small city, nestled in a small valley, somewhere east
of Mercia. To the North the wild men of Cumbria and Northumbria ceaselessly
raided the neighbouring lands of Mercia. Mercia was a land in the very heart of
England encompassing the land between the Thames and Humber rivers. The
wealthiest of all the countries that made up Anglo-Saxon Britain. The Mercian’s
were arrogant, weak, feeble, crawling turds in the minds of Camelot’s proud
people. Mercia was constantly raided by the Walsh from the mountainous valleys
west of Camelot’s lands. No one troubled Camelot, not with her fine armoured
knights on their dashing steeds. To the far south, the kingdom of Wessex, their
pendant a dragon like that of Camelot, sat across the main crossing to the
continent of Europe and Frankish lands. No one liked the franks, they were an
arrogant, rude, blunt race. The Danes however were hated far worse. These
pagans were a red rag to the pious nations of Mercia, Wessex and the bog
hopping people of East Anglia. The Danes rapped, pillaged and burned their way
around England, they had never troubled Camelot however, Camelot’s strong stone
roman walls with turrets and her armoured knights and infamous warrior king
Arthur Pendragon were a prize too costly for the armies of England’s warring
states, harried as they were by the Danes, Walsh and wild harry Scots. The
scots from a land of moor and mountain, heather and heath in the far misty
north of Britain were a fierce foe. They had bloodied the nose of all invaders,
many of them were still pagan and they worshiped the old magic and druids.
Outwardly Camelot was a Christian kingdom, in reality it was a refuge for
Pagans in the priest infested south of Britain. Camelot had once forbid the old
magic but it was repealed by Arthur himself on his succession, it was a known
fact that Merlin, Arthur’s manservant was a powerful druid. Merlin was a druid
and friend to Arthur, he had saved the young king countless times, even if they
often appeared hostile they in fact were equals in each other’s eyes, they
often played childish pranks and tricks upon each other in jest. As the
procession reached the inner city through another great gate house and past a
huge wall they marched into the keep, another wall and gatehouse they passed
before they were in the courtyard of the castle. Arthur dismissed the knights
and strode into the castle to his private chambers. Merlin hobbled after him,
tired after the long walk around Camelot’s extensive defences. Once in the
rather Spartan chamber merlin helped Arthur remove his heavy armour. His
chainmail, greaves, sword and shield, helm and shoulder guards were neatly set
aside in the large chest at the foot of Arthur’s enormous bed. At a glance the
room was not at all in keeping with the lavish interior of the more public
realms of the castle. Animal’s furs coated the floor and a bed, table, desk and
chest were the only major furniture. Fresh flowers sat delicately in a small
vase on the desk, freshly created by Merlin’s magic. Even as Arthur sat quietly
on his bed merlin’s eyes flashed gold and the armour that was just laid aside
polished itself to a mirror like shine. Merlin was a tall, gangly, skinny boy
of eighteen, his skin was flawless pale like bone china, his hair was black as
raven feathers, and his eyes were deep blue like the waters of the deep lochs
of the north. He was wise beyond his years however and glanced affectionately
at his king when he thought he was not looking. Merlin’s ears were quite
prominent and Arthur took pleasure in ridiculing the outrageous things as much
as he could, his insults, in jest had become quite eloquent. “The light shines
through your wing like lugs, oh Merlin” or “If those ears grow any larger you
will be able to use them as sails.”
Merlin would always respond with thick sarcasm or flinty wit. His almost
constant insubordination and inappropriate comments were something Arthur loved
about merlin. Merlin treated him like a man, complaining when he was
unreasonable and chiding him for any poor choices he made. Merlin was Arthur’s
conscience, his mentor, guide, aide and his very best friend, also his secret
fancy. In truth Arthur had always admired the slender, ungainly lanky form of
his manservant, the angular curve of his jaw, the jug handle like ears he found
so cute, the tight curve of his perk arse. Arthur now admitted to himself he
was enamoured and infatuated by his unorthodox fancy-come-servant. Even before
he learned of Merlin’s Powerful magic, Arthur had always treated merlin his
equal, he had toyed and jested with the nervous young boy until he gained the
confidence to fight back in his dripping sarcasm. While unable to physically
beat the knights, Merlin was more than a match for them in wit with a dagger
sharp tongue and a mind filled with knowledge and with great powers of
articulation, merlin could easily embarrass and render the knights speechless,
and not always with the use of his playful magic either.
It was after a few moments that Arthur realised merlin was shifting
uncomfortably under his deep foggy stare, an almost lustful look had glazed
over Arthur’s eyes. He quickly shrugged it off before his embarrassing secret
enamour became apparent. Merlin was however a wily foe and had already
established Arthurs emotions. As though he had read his mind. Arthur looked
into merlin’s eyes but saw no hint of deception.
Arthur was surprised when Merlin with an unusual grace strode across the room
and sat upon Arthurs Knees, he was shocked when before he could protest or
question this, he felt his mouth be invaded by merlin’s tongue as his servants
mouth collided with his own, smooth lips slid across his own. Arthur let out a
groan of contentment that made Merlin chuckle. “Don’t Laugh at your King”
Arthur protested in mock outrage.
Merlin broke into a childish fit of giggles, his hips rolled of Arthur’s as he
shifted to straddle his friend, before slowly grinding his hips and groin
against Arthur’s swelling groin. Arthur gasped. Merlin chuckled mirthfully and
rocked harder, hands gently caressing his lover’s muscular torso, lips gracing
his neck and jaw with love bites and lewd licks. Merlin then slipped to his
knees at the foot of Arthur’s bed pulling down the man’s trousers and began to
gently lick and mouth at the mound of Arthur’s erection that tented his pants.
Merlin let his hands slip to grasp Arthur’s huge staining cock as he removed
the loin cloth. Arthur tugged of his tunic and groaned as merlin stroked his
straining cock and began sucking its swollen red head, releasing it with a lewd
pop. Arthur then lifted merlin and pushed him to the bed. Pulling down his
underwear Arthur thrust his cock against the clef of Merlin’s arse. Merlin
gasped as two thick fingers slid into his arse, scissoring and stretching him.
He groaned when Arthur’s cock pressed against his arse then with a burst of
stars in merlin’s mind Arthur’s lengthy cock slid into merlin’s arse to the
hilt. Merlin shuddered and Arthur waited a moment allowing his lover to adjust
to his weighty cock. He then began to thrust back and forth, pounding the
slender form before him growing faster and harder in his thrusting until both
boys were reduced to groaning moaning and gasping in pleasure. Arthur rolled
his hips and merlin gasped then shuddered as a strong hand grasped his cock and
began pumping him to orgasm. Merlin shook when he came.
Merlin tightened when his orgasm struck. His shudders increased the pressure in
Arthur’s cock increase until with a shout of pleasure he came into his lovers
arse. He then removed the intrusion then lay beside Merlin and wrapped his arms
around the smaller boy dozed to sleep with the boy murmuring in his eyes.
They lay entwined in the way of lovers for the rest of the night, merlin lying
cradled like a child in Arthur’s snug, encompassing arms. The warmth of
Arthur’s broad chest seeped into merlin’s back and brought a flush to his
cheeks as his warmed blood flooded his groin creating an embarrassing hardness
that morning. Arthur also had a hard on that morning, Merlin felt it press
against his arse cheek.
Arthur slowly stirred against merlin, grinding his erection against the tight
clef of merlin’s arse, he groaned in pleasure when merlin bucked against his
cock. Arthur began humping merlin, his strong hands grasping Merlin’s hip the
other beating a quick rhythm as it stroked Merlin’s cock in a tight fist.
Merlin was embarrassed when he came first yet again, Arthur quickly followed as
merlin writhed beneath him.
Merlin hummed in pleasure as his lover licked his cum from his hands and gently
nuzzled behind merlin's ear, he wriggled closer to Arthur's mighty chest. "I
think its time a certain King got up and worked" merlin said cheekily.
"Only if his servant fetched breakfast first, then washes and dresses him, then
and only after he had had a kiss will the king go to his duties with a lack of
any luster at the thought of being parted from his one true love.
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