Make them do it - Comment fest!

[marguerite_26]

So what are you guys up for today? A little comment fest type thing?

The other day Hermette suggested a cliché fest based on the How to make Merlin/Arthur do it list. To which I said: YES! (because moar porn! *grabby hands*). Thank you to ella_bane, who agreed to be my co-host in this little fest. <3


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Harry/Draco lovers! I have not forgotten you! I welcome you to write comment fic based on The H/D Emergency Plothole Fix List! --- Anyone willing to make me a pretty banner?

How this works:
~ Grab a cliché, trope, contrived set-up, random reason to be naked from either list and write a fic of any size. And comment with it (or a link to it) below.
~ Put the pairing and 'make them do it' reason in the subject line.
~ Multiple fills of the same cliché are very very welcome.
~ I’m not big on rules. If you want to write a cliché fic for a pairing other than Merlin/Arthur or Harry/Draco (or even a fandom other than Merlin/HP.... go right ahead. Good porn is good porn, yeah).
~ Also Porn is lovely, but not necessary. :P
~ These lists are not closed for business. Feel free to continue to add to them (in their respective posts).
ETA:
~ Feel free to comment begging for particular cliches you want written

Fics so far:

[HP]
Harry/Draco - Draco being a Veela made them do it. by kjp_013
Harry/Draco; Watching 'Merlin' made them do it! by faithwood
Harry/Draco - Pink unicorns flying through the sky made them do it! by dysonrules WITH ART by star_sailor13
Harry/Scorpius - Harry not believing Scorpius is as amazing in bed as he claims makes them do it by snarkyscorp
Harry/Draco -- Pink unicorns made them do it! - #2 by vaysh11
Harry/Draco: Resurrected with ancient veela magic Snape makes them do it by chantefable
Al/Scorpius- Draco Being A Homophobe Made Them Do It by ginger_veela [WIP!]
H/D—"Pink unicorns made them do it!"... No. 3 by potteresque_ire
Draco/Harry - Waking Up In Bed Together... Makes Them Do It by hpfangirl71
Being accused of a crime together makes them do it by wind_hime99



[Merlin]
Arthur/Merlin, Arthur being shirtless makes them do it by kim47
Arthur/Merlin, Uther makes them do it! by rebeccaann08 and The Sequel
Arthur/Merlin Destiny made them do it. by anon
Arthur/Merlin Destiny always makes them do it/Magic reveal makes them do it by lolafeist
Merlin/Arthur - Alcohol and the office party made them do it by anon
Arthur/Merlin Arthur being honourable makes them do it by marguerite_26 [WIP!]
Arthur/Merlin Sex magic/rituals made them do it by natanilik
Arthur/Merlin Riding double on Hengroen makes them do it! (nc17) by myashke
Arthur/Merlin - In Which Sharing a Bed Made Them Do It by lycoris
Arthur/Merlin - Pretend boyfriends at a boozy party made them do it by social_retard86
Arthur/Merlin, body heat makes them do it by mabonwitch [WIP!]
Arthur/Merlin, Merlin not believing Arthur is as amazing in bed as he claims made them do it by kim47
Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine In Which a Shared Doctor Who Obsession Made them Do It by lycoris
Arthur/Merlin, Full Moon makes them do it (every night) by mabonwitch
Arthur/Merlin, Merlin's magic continuously vanishing Arthur's pants makes them do it by rebbeile
Arthur/Merlin, The Heat of Battle (and various other things) make them do it. by gfeather
Arthur/Merlin - Arthur being awful at emotional stuff but good at physical makes them do it by lady_ragnell
Arthur/Merlin - Gaius recs sex as the best cure for the common whatever and makes them do it! by gfeather
Arthur/Merlin Walking in on Gaius and Geoffrey in the wild abandon of sodomy makes them do it. by anon
Arthur/Merlin. Excalibur makes them do it. by rotrude
Arthur/Merlin Horny knights make them do it. by sparklespiff
Arthur/Merlin - Gwen Cheating on Arthur With Lancelot Makes Them Do It by dornfelder


[crossovers]
Harry Potter/Morgause, accidental time-travel makes them do it by chantefable
Harry/Draco; Watching 'Merlin' made them do it! by faithwood



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Comments

Re: In Which a Shared Doctor Who Obsession Made them Do It

[bohemiabythesea.livejournal.com]

HA, this is GREAT!

Re: Harry/Draco; Watching 'Merlin' made them do it!

[aerisaturner]

AHAHAHAHA OH GOD THIS IS AWESOME, FAITH! *DRAWS A HEART AROUND THE ENTIRE THING*

Re: So... Pretend boyfriends at a boozy party made them do it?

[aerisaturner]

YAAAAAY!

Re: The Heat of Battle 3/4

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I can't believe I wrote so much... and I'm doing another one as well and it's out of control too!

Merlin's always there, just in the nick of time :)

Re: Arthur/Merlin, body heat makes them do it 2/2

[piscaria.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was lovely! Sharing body heat is one of my all-time favorite tropes. I loved Arthur being protective of Merlin, and how matter-of-factly he reached for Merlin's erection. (And Merlin's initial protest was perfect!) Great job with this!

Re: Arthur/Merlin Arthur being honourable makes them do it [Part 3a/3]

[kina54.livejournal.com]

I need more please :)

Re: Arthur/Merlin, Full Moon 1/1

[tama_abi]

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD \O/

Thank you !!!

Arthur/Merlin - Arthur being awful at emotional stuff but good at physical makes them do it [1/2]

[lady-ragnell.livejournal.com]

Popping my comment fic cherry, oh God. Side helping of magic reveal, just for fun.
*
“And I--I would do anything for you, Arthur, you know that.”

Merlin’s breathing fast and hard, and his mouth is sliding into the anxious smile Arthur knows doesn’t bode well. And Arthur should reassure him that of course he knows that Merlin believes in him and that of course he wouldn’t repay that with execution, but what comes out instead is “You’re too incompetent to be evil anyway.”

“I’d say the evil ones are the ones who are incompetent, considering I always beat them,” snaps Merlin, moving from worried to cross in a matter of seconds.

Arthur knows that Merlin wants some sort of grand declaration of the sort that Merlin just gave him, but his grand declarations never go quite the way he wants them to. Besides, it all feels like repetition at this point. They’ve saved each other’s lives, and saved Camelot together more times than he cares to count (and he knew it wasn’t just him alone long before Merlin burst into his room and admitted to being a sorcerer. And then after he’d convinced him he wasn’t just trying to save someone’s life again by trying to say it). What sort of words could possibly matter after that? But Merlin wants something from him, so Arthur tries to dredge up a fine speech. “Merlin,” he starts, “I--”

And then words desert him because he doesn’t want to sound like a complete girl and Merlin is smiling at him again. “What?” prompts Merlin, and there is nothing that Arthur can possibly say that will live up to the amount of hope in his expression. He even steps forward until Arthur could reach out and touch him if he wanted.

He does want to, in the same helpless way he always wants to touch Merlin, but he grits his teeth against the urge. Merlin granted him honesty, he can do the same. “I’m--that is, I’m honored that--”

Merlin has the gall to look like he’s trying not to laugh, and he shifts forward again until Arthur can almost feel the heat of him. “You don’t have to tell me if you can’t, Arthur.” Merlin looks at the floor and then glances up through his lashes. “You could show me, if you like.”

Arthur is about to remind him that he has fought for Merlin’s village, defied his father to bring him a flower, taken his place fighting for Jarl’s pleasure, and that there isn’t much more he could show how much Merlin means to him. Then he sees Merlin bite his lip, and the slight tremble in his fingers, and realizes that this is, once again, Merlin taking a chance. Merlin offering something else to Arthur out of that endless well of himself that never quite seems exhausted where Arthur is concerned.

So Arthur takes a chance in return, steps forward until there’s barely a breath between them, and grabs Merlin’s upper arms just for something to hold on to. Merlin smiles at him, nervousness leaking out of him. “Arthur,” he whispers, waggling his eyebrows. “Arthur, are we hugging?”

“We are not,” says Arthur firmly, and kisses him to prove it.

Arthur/Merlin - Arthur being awful at emotional stuff but good at physical makes them do it [2/2]

[lady-ragnell.livejournal.com]

Within an instant, Merlin is plastered against him, hands at his jaw like he’s afraid Arthur will pull back, not just taking the kiss but giving it back as well, licking at Arthur’s mouth until Arthur opens to him, and this is like nothing else. If this is how Merlin wants Arthur to prove his trust and devotion, then this is how he’ll do it. Arthur moves his grip to Merlin’s hips and starts backing him up towards the bed. “Yes,” says Merlin into his mouth, or maybe it’s just Arthur’s imagination, but he tumbles them onto the bed nonetheless.

Merlin already looks wrecked when they stop, lips kiss-bruised and eyes dark, sprawled sideways against the sheets and hard where he’s pressed against Arthur’s hip. There’s an endless moment. “Merlin--”

“Arthur,” Merlin breathes, and it seems to open some flood of words. “Arthur, yes, please, can I--can I--will you let me show you--”

“Anything,” Arthur whispers back, because that word is easy enough to say, and Merlin arches like he knows everything that it means and the ring around his blown pupils goes copper-gold instead of blue for a moment and then there’s a breeze rushing over his bare skin. He thrusts, almost without meaning to, into the space between them, and he and Merlin both freeze with the new sensation.

“Please, please,” Merlin murmurs, and Arthur seals his lips over Merlin’s because words don’t matter right now and settles himself between Merlin’s legs when he lets them fall apart.

And it feels good, it feels amazing, but where Arthur would normally take them in hand and make it brutally fast, he slows down to enjoy every second of Merlin’s heartbeat pressed against his chest and Merlin’s cock sliding sticky and hot against his, every hitch of Merlin’s breath into their kiss, and lets this be his declaration, his way of saying that Merlin will always be at his side if he has any say in the matter.

Much as he tries to hold off, Arthur comes when Merlin pulls away from his mouth with a gasp and clutches so hard at his hair that it hurts, hiding his endless and mortifying groan in the sweat-damp curve of Merlin’s neck. Merlin’s lazy thrusts go shaky and quick, and he comes when Arthur’s arms start to tremble, unable to hold his weight off Merlin for much longer. Arthur rolls away while Merlin is still coming, falling to his back with his chest heaving, sideways on his bed. “Merlin, I--” he chokes, because after that he has to say something.

“Hush,” Merlin says. “Just … hush. I know.”

Good For What Ails You 1/3

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

“Merlin, I think I’ve found the solution!” Gaius exclaimed.

Merlin jerked his attention up from the book he had been pouring through, desperately searching for a cure for Arthur’s ailment. He scrambled around the table and peered over Gaius’ shoulder and read the passage Gaius was pointing at.

“NO! No way! We’ll keep looking, Gaius. There is no way Arthur is going to go for that,” Merlin said, shaking his head frantically.

Gaius removed his spectacles and looked up at Merlin with a raised eyebrow. “We have spent days trying to treat Arthur and he has been more than willing to try every remedy we have come up with. This is a rather simple cure. I don’t see any problem in administering it.”

Merlin crossed his arms and attempted to look firm. “Then you do it, because there is no way I’m going to.”

“Shall I send you to attend Lady Deirdre then? I suppose it is high time for you to learn the finer points of assisting with childbirth. I did promise I would be there to attend her within the hour,” Gaius said nonchalantly.

Merlin wasn’t fooled. He scowled at Gaius. “There are days I truly regret leaving Ealdor.”

“Make sure you use an ointment. The chamomile and sage would probably be most soothing,” Gaius suggested, ignoring the scowl and gathering supplies in his satchel.

“I doubt Arthur’s going to care all that much about ointment selection. He’s going to kill me first,” Merlin mumbled, but dug around through the shelf full of ointments all the same.

Gaius chuckled. “Don’t be so overdramatic, Merlin. At this stage, I think Arthur will simply be pleased to be cured.”

“So I’ll see you in the morning, then? I hope you’ll be able to convince the king this is an actual remedy and have me released from the dungeons by then,” said Merlin.

“Get going. The prince is waiting.”
***

“Merlin! Have you... hic... and Gaius... hic... found something... hic... that actually works... hic..?” Arthur asked.

Arthur’s body jerked with each spasm and Merlin could see how tired the prince looked after three days of ceaseless hiccups. At first, Merlin had been genuinely amused by the affliction, and taken considerable joy in taking the piss out of Arthur, but he found no humour in it now. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to keep him from telling Arthur about the remedy, no matter how poorly it was likely to be received.

Merlin had brought the book Gaius had found the remedy in. He opened it and placed it squarely on the table in front of Arthur, pointing to the appropriate passage. “Gaius found this. Don’t be angry. We’ve been searching through books for days and this is the best we could find.”

Arthur batted his hand away. “It can’t... hic... be any worse... hic... than those awf-hic-l potions he... hic... gave me yester-hic... yesterday.”

Arthur turned his attention to the book, and read the passage, body shaking with each hiccup. When it was clear he had finished reading, but hadn’t reacted, or even looked up, Merlin tentatively spoke. “It’s not exactly pleasant, but, well, it couldn’t hurt, right? We could try it, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll never speak of it again.”

“Merlin... hic...” Arthur said dangerously, or as dangerously as a man could with every second word interrupted by a hiccup, “even if it... hic... does work... hic... we will never... hic... speak... hic... of it... hic... again... hic!”

“Right then, you’ll try it?” Merlin asked, covering his apprehensiveness with a cheerful demeanour.

Arthur sighed heavily, hiccupped loudly and nodded. “Might as-hic-well.”

Arthur stood from his chair and walked over to the bed. He calmly and deliberately toed off his boots, removed his trousers and undergarments, and positioned himself face down on the bed. Merlin stood frozen on the opposite side of the room, not daring to approach the bed. Every few seconds, the body on the bed twitched with another spasm, the malady not having disappeared for merely having knowledge of the cure.

“Come on... hic... Merlin. Let’s just... hic... get this... hic... over with,” said Arthur, his voice muffled against the pillow of his arms.

Re: Good For What Ails You 2/3

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

Nervously, Merlin got closer to the bed and withdrew the balm from his pocket. He reached a hand out to touch Arthur’s thigh, making him jump, but the angry reaction Merlin had been expecting never came. He carefully uncorked the jar and drew a finger through the greasy ointment.

His voice trembled when he said, “Gaius said to use this ointment, so... erm...”

“Whatever... hic... get on with it... hic!”

Summoning what courage he had, Merlin leaned over Arthur’s backside, took hold of the rather shapely buttocks he had spent months desperately trying to ignore and smeared ointment across Arthur’s puckered hole. Arthur sucked in a breath, or maybe just hiccupped, Merlin wasn’t sure. Merlin spread the balm as best he could and began rubbing small circles around the hole. The angle was awkward, side on as he was, and Merlin tried manoeuvring to have better access, but wasn’t very successful. Also, his trousers were feeling very tight, but that wasn’t something he was going to mention to Arthur.

“Um... Arthur?”

“Yes... hic... Not cured yet... hic”

“No. I... um... this is very awkward.”

“Well... hic... you are giving... hic... me a digital... hic... rectal... hic... massage... hic.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Merlin said. His face was flaming red and he was very glad Arthur had his face buried in his arms. “This isn’t... an easy angle... as it were... um...”

“Then... hic... climb onto... hic... the bed... hic... you numbskull... hic.”

“Right,” said Merlin, his whole body was trembling.

Merlin removed his boots, knowing Arthur would give him hell if he got on the bed with them on, though that was becoming one of the least of his concerns. He carefully climbed up onto the bed and straddled the prince’s legs, trying to convince himself that this was just like any other time he had found himself in such a position. Merlin had given Arthur massages plenty of times before. He had never been quite this aroused before, or been quite so worried about thoroughly shaming himself, but it was just like before. Yes. This was just a massage, a digital rectal massage.

Leaning forward, Merlin returned his digit to its previous task. Gently, he traced over the ridged skin, spreading the balm more evenly. Arthur made a sound that was definitely not a hiccup and sounded closer to a hum. Emboldened, Merlin pressed more firmly at Arthur’s hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. The body under him jerked in reaction, but Merlin ignored it, focussing intently on his task. He pushed the finger back and forth several times watching as the muscle clamped around the intrusion. When the clenching lessened, Merlin pushed his finger deeper, wiggling it around inside. The instructions in the medical text hadn’t been very specific, and Merlin hoped he was doing it right. In the process of his wiggling, his finger brushed against something firmer through the skin and Arthur bucked at the sensation, groaning loudly.

Merlin panicked and withdrew his finger. “Sorry! Sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“Whatever it was you were massaging, I suggest you massage it again,” Arthur growled.

Merlin’s jaw dropped, but he moved eagerly to comply. Scooping up some more balm, Merlin pressed his finger in again, searching for the spot that had made Arthur react so strongly. He fumbled around, but was immediately certain when he had found it again. Arthur gasped and writhed at the touch.

“Yes. More,” Arthur said breathily.

Merlin nodded dumbly, despite the fact Arthur couldn’t see him, and pressed a second finger in. Arthur made an indistinct noise, and his hole clenched a bit, but he wiggled his arse, pushing up against the fingers. Merlin began thrusting his fingers in and out, his slack jawed expression becoming a rather soppy smile as he watched Arthur’s obvious enjoyment. Arthur was rutting into the mattress beneath him, making urgent noises in his throat and arching back in pleasure each time Merlin’s fingers found the sweet spot.

“Merlin,” Arthur gasped, “More.”

Re: Arthur/Merlin - Arthur being awful at emotional stuff but good at physical makes them do it [2/2

[cinnatart.livejournal.com]

MMMMM. Emotionally stunted boys who find other ways to communicate - ♥

Re: Good For What Ails You 3/3

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

It was more awkward pressing a third finger in than it had been adding a second. Merlin found he couldn’t press in as deeply, and it was slightly uncomfortable when the ring of muscles clenched around him. Arthur was breathing heavily below him, not quite as frantic as he had been a moment ago.

“Alright?” he asked.

Arthur made an inarticulate grunt in response.

“Arthur?”

Arthur turned his head to the side and glanced back at Merlin. His face was flushed and his eyes were heavy lidded and dark with intensity.

“Fuck me,” Arthur whispered.

“What?”

“I can feel you want to.”

Merlin had been trying very hard to ignore his aching cock since this whole thing began, but now that his attention had been fully drawn to it, he whimpered.

Arthur grinned. “Do it.”

That was all the encouragement Merlin needed. He leapt up from the bed and fumbled with his laces, desperate to get his trousers off. He nearly tripped as he stepped out of them and climbed back on the mattress. Arthur had sifted, his knees spread wide under him and arse presented, the stretched hole winking back at Merlin. Groping around for the open jar of ointment, Merlin slicked his cock and positioned himself between Arthur’s spread legs. He pressed three fingers as deep as he could, and grinned at Arthur’s reaction.

“Do it,” Arthur said again, somewhat desperately.

Merlin pressed the blunt end of his cock to Arthur’s entrance and slowly pushed in, bit by bit, until he was fully seated inside. Arthur was hot and tight and clenching, clenching around him. It was overwhelming and Merlin nearly came then, not moving, just pressed so deeply inside. After a minute the clenching eased and Arthur pushed back against him.

“Move,” Arthur hissed urgently.

And Merlin did. Fingers gripping tightly at Arthur’s hips, once Merlin began to move, he thrust into Arthur with unrelenting urgency. His body was trembling with sensation and pleasure and Arthur surrounding his cock with heat and pressure. It was too much, all at once, and Merlin slammed in hard moaning and keening as he came, shuddering, into Arthur.

Collapsing against Arthur’s back, Merlin released his iron grip from Arthur’s hips and moved a hand down to stroke Arthur’s cock, still hard as steel, and leaking from the tip. Arthur made a small sound in the back of his throat that was half groan, half whine as Merlin pulled at Arthur’s cock in fast, urgent strokes. Arthur trembled as he came, head bowed and arse clenching around Merlin’s spent cock. Merlin whimpered at the sensation and pulled out, wrapping an arm around Arthur and dragging him down onto his side.

The air was heavy with the smells of sex and sage. Merlin found the jar of ointment jamming into his hip and tossed it further away on the large bed. He ran a hand along Arthur’s taught stomach, swirling his fingers through the trail of hair that lead down to curly thatch that surrounded his cock. Arthur hummed and trapped the playful fingers with his own.

In the quiet room, all that could be heard was their breathing as it slowly evened out.

“Your hiccups are gone,” Merlin said softly.

Arthur gave a small breathy laugh. “So they are. Digital rectal massage.”

“Who knew what an incredible cure it could be,” Merlin said cheekily.

Arthur flipped over and looked directly into Merlin’s eyes. “You’ll have to try it sometime.”

Merlin grinned broadly saying, “I just might.”
***

Ahh! How do these get so long?
So here, I believe I've covered:
Gaius recs sex as the best cure for the common whatever and makes them do it!
with a side of Merlin taking care of sick!Arthur makes them do it!

BTW- this is a real remedy. Just ask Stephen Fry!
Cure for Hiccups (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JbdTRpeHNI)

Re: Good For What Ails You 3/3

[cinnatart.livejournal.com]

a;lskejg'laslds Holy hell, that was unbelievably hot. Why can't all medicine be delivered that way?

Re: Uther makes them do it!

[rchginger.livejournal.com]

I loved this!!! :)

Re: Arthur/Merlin, Merlin's magic continuously vanishing Arthur's pants makes them do it - Part 3/3

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

*giggles*
Merlin's wacky magic is always good for making them do it :D

Re: Good For What Ails You 3/3

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

*wipes brow in relief*
I've never written anything quite like that before... I was a bit nervous. I'm glad it comes across as hot and not creepy.

In the immortal words of Jeremy Clarkson, "I never knew that the bottom was the passage to so many cures."

Re: H/D: Resurrected with ancient veela magic Snape makes them do it

[kaykayen.livejournal.com]

LOL! Poor, poor severus out, out, out in the dark, dark night! I'm sure he's planning his dark, dark revenge on our sexy, sexy, boys!

Loved the dark tone and the sarcastic humor. Fits Snape perfectly!

Arthur/Merlin Walking in on Gaius and Geoffrey in the wild abandon of sodomy makes them do it. (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Erm… so, I've never posted anything for Merlin before and I've never written anything remotely porn-like, so this is anonymous for the time being. (And I also have no idea where this came from, but it demanded to be written…)
________

Merlin and Arthur couldn't look away from the spectacle that was Gaius and Geoffrey.

Arthur had dragged Merlin through the library to prove to him that - yes, the book he claimed was on the second shelf thirteen aisles down the west wing of the library - actually was there, and Merlin was just too blind to see it.

They hadn't expected to turn down the thirteenth aisle to find Gaius and Geoffrey in the midst of a moment of passion.

Now they stood there, mouths agape, unable to look away and frozen in place - Arthur with one hand still wrapped in a bruising grip around Merlin's wrist, Merlin's free hand still clutching Arthur's shirt sleeve.

The two older men shouldn't have been beautiful together.

But they were.

Geoffrey pressed up against Gaius' back, his rhythm gentle - the area where they were connected hidden by their draping robes. One hand was hidden beneath Gaius’ robe, a barely discernible movement of the robe visible. The other was twined together with Gaius’ left hand where it was braced against the shelf.

As they watched, Gaius leaned his forehead against the shelf, his breaths panting out. And then he shifted just enough to press a lingering kiss to the back of his lover's hand. Geoffrey began peppering kissing down Gaius’ neck in response, tearing a contented moan from Gaius.

It shouldn't have been arousing to watch them.

But it was.

It wasn't until Geoffrey began to bite Gaius's shoulder, trying to muffle the sounds of his completion, that Arthur finally snapped out of it. He was quick to release Merlin's wrist and grab his hand instead, in order to drag him away.

They had to let go of each other’s hands once they reached the exit of the library and Merlin fell to his place just half a step behind Arthur. There was nothing outwardly hurried about their pace, but all the same they covered the ground between the library and Arthur’s room in record time.

Once inside - and the door was firmly shut and locked - it was only a matter of seconds before Merlin was shoved against the door and Arthur's lips were descending upon his - to nip and peck and tease gently.

This was not their usual foreplay. Normally everything was fierce - hot, heavy, and occasionally bruising. And normally they rushed to the fucking. Because that’s what men did - they fucked. Making love was only between a man and a woman - everyone knew that and it was shameful to do otherwise.

Except they had just seen evidence that it didn't always have to be so. It could be beautiful and meaningful. Kisses could linger. Finishing didn’t have to be a race. Words of love could be whispered into an ear right after it had been nibbled on like it was a delicacy.

Arthur/Merlin Walking in on Gaius and Geoffrey in the wild abandon of sodomy makes them do it. (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

That was a day Arthur and Merlin would never forget. It was the first time they explored each other's bodies from head to foot - kissing, leaving marks, remembering how Arthur gasped when his toes were sucked on and Merlin moaned when the juncture between his thigh and groin was licked.

When they learned that Arthur was more than okay with a slick finger or two exploring areas Merlin had never before been allowed to touch.

When they learned that Merlin quite liked to take a long time over Arthur's cock - running his tongue along the prominent vein, sucking at the head, taking as much of it into his mouth as possible and using a hand on the rest - bringing Arthur to the brink of orgasm, only to pull away until he settled a bit, just to start again. (Arthur quite liked this too, really, despite his vehement complaints during the process.)

And they learned that it was so much better for the both of them if Merlin was on his back when Arthur pushed into him, because looking in each other's eyes made everything so much more special. (And a year from then, after Arthur discovered the truth about his manservant, Merlin would allow his eyes to flow golden and Arthur would learn that knowing all there was to know about Merlin was what really made making love perfect.)

Not that either of them would ever actually say any of this out loud, of course. Because they were still men, even if they did happen to be in love.

Arthur/Merlin. Excalibur makes them do it. 1/2

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Merlin leads him to the stone and points as if the object embedded in it were ordinary and they eye needed to be directed to it because it might otherwise miss it.

“That's yours to wield.”

Curious, Arthur looks at the sword in the stone, takes a step forwards, then glances back at Merlin. “How? How can it be mine?”

“It was forged to be wielded by you and you alone,” Merlin says encouragingly, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

Arthur's head bowed, voice rumbling in his chest, when he says, “And you have nothing whatsoever to do with it?”

Merlin shrugs. “Nothing much. A dragon's breath tempered it and that's what makes it so special.”

“And yet you're the one who can call upon dragons, command them,” says Arthur, wrapping his hand around the hilt. However, he doesn't pull or exert any kind of pressure, his thumb absently caressing the cross-guard instead. “Tell me, Merlin,” he says in that tone he used to employ when chiding Merlin when Merlin had just stumbled into Camelot – and, okay, for a few years afterwards. “How did a sword end up in here? A dragon-tempered sword?”

“Because it was in a lake before that?”

“And that makes sense because?”

“Because it was meant to be used only by you – well I used it once but you can say it was by proxy since I needed it to save Camelot, and you and Camelot, well, are mostly the same thing.”

“You wielded my sword?” asks Arthur, raising an eyebrow.

Merlin shuffles in place, wanting nothing more than for Arthur to get the sword and be done with it.
This act is supposed to have been foretold in prophecy; it's supposed to be a pivotal moment. Merlin's not that good at scrying but Druids everywhere have made a lot of noise about it. “I did. Once.”

“But it was meant for me and me alone?”

“Yours,” confirms Merlin. “For you to stand, fight and protect Albion with.”

“But you could touch it?”

“Yeah,” says Merlin.

“Despite the wards put in place?”

“Yes.”

Arthur looks at him intensely then and it's more than a simple passing scrutiny. It's as if Arthur can see everything of him at last.

Merlin would seek to hide if he had any defensive wall left against Arthur Pendragon, but he doesn't. The defences have crumbled. The citadel has been breached. He lets Arthur have the whole of him.

Arthur says, “Wrap your hand around mine.”

“Why? You're meant to pull it!” says Merlin defensively. “It's like... It's written, let's say. I hope you can wrap your head around such a simple idea, because basically all you have to do is tug a little...”

“Merlin.”

Merlin does as Arthur's asked him then. And as soon as his hand touches Arthur's, a thrill chases through him.

But it's more than a spark or jolt. It's more than a pleasant physical sensation. It's like being possessed by elemental magic, like being made love to by the earth. It runs through him, skewers him and makes him gasp in ecstasy.

What's more, he's hyper aware of Arthur, of his being so close to him, their heartbeats almost synchronising.

He's sure Arthur feels the same, if the stunned, awed expression on his face is anything to go by.

And then he gets a different form of confirmation as to Arthur's feelings when Arthur whirls around, letting go of the sword and causing Merlin to do the same, and barrels into Merlin, so they end up standing chest to chest, heaving great gulps of air, looking into each other's eyes as if they've found the source of life.

The next thing Merlin knows, Arthur's kissing him, tongue pushing inside, claiming him as a king claims his land, passionate, raw, powerful. It's a pledge.

It feels good, so good Merlin's hard in the blink of an eye.

It's more than humanely good though, as if this connection they share is being heightened by magic.

Soon enough Merlin responds because he can't help it. It's Arthur and Merlin has devoted his life to Arthur and none other.

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They kiss; they devour each other, tongues playing inside each other's mouths, chasing each other, caressing. Deep, deep, so deep.

And when that's not even remotely enough and the desire to possess becomes foremost, they scramble to reach for skin; they pull and tug on clothing so frantically they get naked incredibly fast.

Lying on the grass, Arthur on top of him, staring at the blue sky above, a scorching mouth on his throat, a hand wrapped around his erect length, Merlin is at one with Arthur and the cosmos.

Even though the blinding sun hurts them, he can't close his eyes. He can only buck into Arthur's touch, into his hand, warm and rough, and touch, touch, touch wherever his hands can reach. Writhe and moan and thrust and push.

They pant into each other's mouths; a scrape of teeth sets nerve endings on fire. Rise and fall; rise and fall, high tide and low ebb.

Arthur pushes in, makes him roar, pleasure, pain, ecstasy and completion. The earth shakes; thunder rolls; Merlin comes.

Panting, sweaty, tired, Arthur slumps over him when all's over.

“That was,” he says and falters, looking for words to define the experience.

“Magic,” says Merlin, peeking past Arthur's shoulder at the sword plunged into the insentient boulder, trapped inside its mould, the magical paraphernalia that stands as a beacon, like a mystical standing stone of old, to tell the land that Arthur has power over all of Albion. It's his for the taking. “It was the old religion and the dragon's call.”

“And me and you.”

“That always. Forever and ever. Whatever happens.”

The End ;)

Re: Pink unicorns flying through the sky made them do it!

[valkyrieblades.livejournal.com]

You know what your story made me do? LOL.

Re: For Maggie, who wanted a sequel: Uther makes them do it! Part 2

[lachatblanche.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA Oh my GOD!!! This was incredibly hot but I have to say - the thing that makes this fic? UTHER. My god, Uther!! Uther looking PROUD of Arthur hahaha! Just brilliant!!! I couldnt stop laughing!

*rereads the last paragraph and bursts out laughing again* Oh Merlin, you poor thing!! EXCELLENT job!!! :D

Re: Arthur/Merlin Walking in on Gaius and Geoffrey in the wild abandon of sodomy makes them do it. (

[gfeather.livejournal.com]

Congrats on popping your Merlin cherry! This was sweet and slightly disturbing at the same time, but mostly sweet. I love the boy's excuses getting blown out of the water.

(We're in the same boat today. I have been thinking the same thing about what I wrote for this. Where the hell did it come from?)