1 word prompt Comment Fest!!!

[marguerite_26]

So... bored. And also suffering from terrible writers block. :( Words??? WHERE ARE YOU???

Anyway. it's been waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long since I'm hosted a comment fest. Time to bring out one of my favs: 1 word comment fest.

Link to previous such posts if you aren't familiar with the idea

Comment with two characters and a one word prompt.

1) See a prompt you like? write it!!! word count is not an issue - this is a distraction/writing exercise. Just have fun. Single paragraphs and a few sentences are still awesome fills.

2) Drawbles are awesomesauce!

3) Multiple drabble-like comment porns are welcome. If a prompt's been written, it can be written again.

4) If you see a little fic/paragraph/comment thingy that you like, feel free to write a continuation of it.

Let's just have some fun. Don't be shy.

As with pretty much anything in this journal, all fandoms welcome but you'll likely get most attention for Merlin, Teen Wolf and Harry Potter.

eta: 5 is the unspoken limit but you know... try to just be reasonable.



[HARRY POTTER]
Harry/Draco, shots -- Never Have I Ever by faithwood
Fenrir/Draco, biting by vaysh11
Harry/Draco, Scent by 0idontknow0
Harry/Draco, tentacles by hazel_wand
Harry/Draco, tentacles (By the Light of The Moon 3/3)> by omi_ohmy
Draco/Blaise: honey by birdsofshore
Fenrir/Draco, biting (Practical Lessons) by lordhellebore [Warnings on post]
Harry/Draco Entanglement by 0idontknow0
Arthur/Molly - alive by writcraft
Harry/Draco, bite by oakstone730
Bill/Fleur - scars by vlorahp
Harry/Draco: leaving by 0idontknow0
Harry/Sirius, desperation by xylodemon
Harry/Draco, Apple by alafaye

[MERLIN]
Arthur/Gwaine - Running by 0idontknow0
Arthur/Gwaine -- Dirty [NC-17] by marguerite_26
Merlin/Arthur, mine by anon [Warnings: Bondage, asphyxiation, references to 5x13]
ART!!! Merlin/Gwaine - chocolate strawberry by disco_mouse
Merlin/Arthur -- caught by anon

[TEEN WOLF]
Derek/Stiles--soup by marguerite_26
Scott/Isaac, snow by popfly
Derek/Kate -- lipstick by corruptedsmile
Peter/Stiles -- Possessive by anon
Derek/Scott/Kate, bound by melusinahp





(I'm updating the fills as fast as I can, though I'm not on line much this weekend so my apologies for the delays.)

Comments

Yay!

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Love these fests.

Peter/Lydia

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Characters: Peter, Lydia
Prompt: Dreaming

[fuzzytomato02.livejournal.com]

Derek/Stiles
soup

Derek/Stiles soup...idek

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

"Rabbit?" Stiles bit his lip against the tugging grin and met Derek's scowl head on. "Really?"

"It's my mother's recipe," Derek said, eyes going wide, eyebrows lifting like a challenge. "Do you really plan to mock it?"

Stiles' eyes flickered to the printout on the counter top, the crisp unwrinkled sheet that had clearly been plucked off the printer only moments before. He ignored the tell-tale red circle of the Food Network logo and went on chopping the carrots. A dozen or so rabbit-werewolf jokes swirled in his head, begging to be said.

He looked up, last carrot finished, and Derek was staring, smirk on his face.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Derek's face remained stoney, but Stiles knew now when he was being played. Finally, Derek huffed, rolling his eyes. "Just one."

Stiles let the victory elate him for just long enough to realize he mind had gone blank. Werewolves. Eating rabbit. There was a joke there. There were many jokes there.

"Performance anxiety, Stiles?"

"I hate you."

Derek set the spoon down. "You really don't," he said, wrapping his arms around Stiles' neck and drawing him in for a kiss.

The kitchen had just started to fill with the scent of spices and fresh broth. The soup boiled away for the rest of the afternoon and not a single rabbit joke was spoken.

Scott/Isaac

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

Characters: Scott, Isaac
Prompt: snow

FILL: Scott/Isaac, snow

[popfly.livejournal.com]

Scott could hear Derek calling for them, but he couldn't care less. The snow was falling softly through the branches of the trees, dappling the ground with white, and he wanted to spend a few more minutes standing still with his head tipped back, catching the flakes on his tongue.

He had his eyes closed, snow melting on his eyelashes, but he could hear the crunch of dead leaves and pine needles as Isaac crept up behind him. Stealth was hard to pull off when you're trying to sneak attack a werewolf, but Scott didn't move, waiting to see what Isaac was planning.

He yelped when he felt the sting of cold against the back of his neck, sliding down his spine, and jerked his head upright as Isaac bolted away laughing.

"There's barely any snow on the ground, how did you manage to find so much of it?" Scott shouted, dancing around plucking at the back of his jacket, trying to get all the snow out of it. It melted against the heat of his skin, soaking the waistband of his jeans.

Isaac's only answer was a bark of laughter, and Scott followed the sound to find him slumped against a tree, cackling. "Your face," he gasped. "Hilarious."

"Not cool," Scott said, but he couldn't help his grin. Isaac's cheeks were bright red, more from laughing than the cold, and his curls were getting damp, a few flakes of snow caught in them, sparkling in the weak winter sunlight.

"I beg to differ," Isaac said, gulping in breaths and holding his side.

Scott shoved at his shoulder, Derek's voice calling out again, closer this time.

Isaac cocked his head to the side, smirked, and circled Scott's wrist with one hand, yanking him forward for a kiss, a quick press of warm lips that made Scott forget all about his damp shirt and jeans, and released him just as Derek broke into their clearing.

TW, Derek/Scott/Kate

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Derek/Scott/Kate, bound

Fill: Derek/Scott/Kate, snow

[melusinahp.livejournal.com]

Both boys burned, each flame unique. Kate grinned and squeezed the handle of her taser wand.

The small one's fire crackled red-hot, barely under control. He knelt at her feet with his arms pulled taught behind his back. She'd bound his wrists to his ankles with wire. He hadn't enjoyed that, but he was helpless against her taser. His eyes flickered from her to Derek to the wand, first brown, then flashing yellow. It wouldn't take much to make him shift. Her pulse raced in anticipation.

She snorted and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You're not as pretty as your friend, Scott, but I can see why you've hit Allison's soft spot. You're like a sweet little puppy dog with those big, brown eyes." She ruffled his hair and he jerked his head away.

"He's not my friend." His jaw twitched. "And Allison will never forgive you. Never."

"Allison will do whatever I tell her to do." She curled a finger beneath his chin and pulled his head up. "I'm her auntie. She trusts me."

She winked, then strolled over to Derek. His fire was white, controlled and even more dangerous. It beamed out of his eyes with hunger and electric hate. She ran her fingers over his bare chest. Mmm. He’d shown potential as a teen, but now he was hot as fuck. It was almost a shame to get rid of him. He growled and jerked his wrists against the shackles above his head.

"Oh sweetie. You're desperate to sink those fangs into me, aren't you?"

"I'll rip your throat out." He bared his teeth, and she laughed, which made him snap at her.

She took a step back and looked at her watch. Sighing, she plopped herself down on a crate and rested her chin against her hands. "I'm bored."

"What are you going to do with us?" Scott kept trying to struggle free. He'd torn his skin; his jeans were spotted with blood.

"Just the usual." She flicked her hand. "Cut you in half. Burn and bury the bodies."

"Allison will--"

Derek growled again. "Shut up, Scott."

Scott shot Derek a glare and they seemed to get stuck for a moment, each trying to stare the other down. Kate tapped her finger against her lip. What was going on between them?

"You two should just fuck and get it over with."

That broke the spell. Scott colored and turned his head away. Derek rolled his eyes.

An idea bloomed in Kate's mind. Well, not her mind. Somewhere decidedly lower than her mind. She grinned.

Derek squeezed his eyes shut.

"Really," said Kate, and stood. She bounced the end of her taser against her palm, considering the best way to get things going. What did she want? Which one was more likely to break first and what would break him?

There was only one way to find out.

She strode over to Scott and crouched in front of him. His jaw clenched, but he kept his face turned away. "So tell me, brown-eyes. You going to put up a fight? Or are you going to be a good little boy and do what I tell you?"

"Don't answer, Scott." There was a delicious note of panic in Derek's voice. "She's baiting you. Just ig--"

Scott rolled his shoulder, as if shrugging off Derek's words. He looked at Kate. "You can order me around all you like. I'll never do what you want."

Derek sighed.

"Never?" asked Kate.

Scott's brown eyes gleamed golden. "Never."

"You wanna bet?" She stood.

HP, Harry/Sirius

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Harry/Sirius, desperation

Re: HP, Harry/Sirius

[xylodemon.livejournal.com]

This ended up about 300% too long for a comment, so:

These Walls Were Built to Fall @ LJ (http://xylodemon.livejournal.com/507737.html) | These Walls Were Built to Fall @ AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/648517)

Merlin, Arthur/Gwaine

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Gwaine, quickanddirty.

lol, cheating, sorry! quick OR dirty, then.

Re: Merlin, Arthur/Gwaine

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

oh! working on this one. Going with the OR option just to piss you off. ;)

HP, Harry/Draco

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Characters: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Scent

Re: HP, Harry/Draco - Temptation

[0idontknow0]

"Mmmm," Harry hummed.

"What are you- Potter?" Malfoy hissed, spinning around and sneering at Harry.

He could not help himself. Harry's body followed Malfoy's movement of its own volition and his eyes fluttered as he inhaled deeply. "Yes," he sighed.

"Are you sniffing me?" Malfoy asked, grimacing and whipping his wand out as he stepped back.

"Am I what?" Harry asked distractedly, wanting to get closer to the blonde but having trouble side stepping the wand that kept following him.

Malfoy smelled intoxicating, decadent, tempting. Harry wanted to inhale him, wanted to see if he tasted as sweet and as... savoury as he smelled, he wanted to get Malfoy's scent all over him to that he could relish it for days to come.

Harry frowned at the direction his thoughts had taken but slipped swiftly into a daze once more when Malfoy spoke and drew his attention.

"Something's wrong with you," the blonde said slowly, quietly.

Even the air from Malfoys lungs smelled tantalizing.

With a lick of his lips Harry reached forwards. He had Malfoy in his arms faster than should have been possible and had somehow managed to cover the distance to the wall. Malfoy grunted and groaned as Harry pinned him, his wand clattering to the ground. Harry could not bring himself to ask if the man was injured from the force because his nose was pressed against sweet scented flesh and the blood that thrummed through Malfoy beat temptingly under his skin.

"Potter! What-" Malfoy began. He froze when Harry's tongue flickered out for a taste.

Delicious, was all Harry could think.

He was drunk on Malfoy's scent and he was burning with need... thirst. His tongue seemed to glide along Malfoy's skin of its own accord and Malfoy's struggling did not seem to be as effective as it should have been. Then Harry felt an odd sensation in his mouth and a dryness in his throat, he paused. He ran his tongue on the back of his teeth and he gasped and recoiled from Malfoy when he felt them.

Fangs, he thought. I have fangs.

A shudder ran through him and his fingers glided along his teeth for not even a second before he traced an extended canine. The last thing Harry remembered was walking through Diagon Alley at night and... nothing else. He glanced up at Malfoy and saw frightened grey eyes locked on him.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to get away from Malfoy before he did anything stupid and he wanted to find out what the bloody hell had happened to him.

He could not.

Harry was frozen in place as he watched Malfoy carefully inch away from him. When Malfoy looked about to bolt Harry found the blonde trapped between his arms and pressed between him and the wall once more. Harry did not know how to stop himself.

"Potter, get the bloody hell away from me!" Malfoy yelled, shoving at him in a futile effort.

"I- I didn't mean to-" Harry stopped to breathe Malfoy in and then pressed his head against the wall as he tried to calm himself down. "Sorry, sorry, I just- Damnitt Malfoy, I don't know what's- I'm a vampire aren't I?"

"Are you serious asking me that?" Malfoy asked in a panic. "Potter, don't- please get your fangs away from me."

"I can't, Malfoy," he breathed, the scent of the man drawing him into a daze once more. "Don't know... how to- You smell brilliant."

"As flattering as that is, Potter, I think now would be a good time to muster up that Gryffindor righteousness of yours and spare me from being your dinner."

"My what?" Harry murmured, nuzzling Malfoys neck and molding their bodies together. Malfoy was warm.

"Potter," Malfoy said desperately.

Malfoy's breath caught and his body went rigid when Harry's teeth grazed his skin. Harry winced at the man's reaction managed to move away from him. He covered his nose and held his breath as he looked away from his temptation.

"Get your wand and go, Malfoy," Harry rushed.

The blonde wasted no time in collecting his wand but then he stopped and stared at Harry for a moment.

"... The Healers have a blood substitute they use," Malfoy said. "They- I brew for them. If you wait outside the Manor gates I could... fetch you a bottle or two."

"Malfoy, just leave you don't have to-"

"I owe you a number of debts, Potter," Malfoy said. "This is how I can repay them."

HP, Draco/Albus Severus

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Characters: Draco/Albus Severus
Prompt: Wood

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf
Derek/anyone
lipstick

FILL: TW, Derek/Kate, Lipstick - 'She Tasted Like Strawberries'

[corruptedsmile.livejournal.com]

The first time Derek kissed Kate she tasted like strawberries and for a long time afterwards he thought of strawberries as his favourite fruit, as his lucky fruit (like some people had a lucky charm). That all changed when she burned down his house with most of his family in it, leaving only an alive sister and a half-dead uncle. The syrupy-sweet artificial scent of strawberries was immediately obvious to him, even as buried as it was underneath the scent of smoke, ash and burned plastic. The kiss she left on the letterbox made him feel sick to his stomach.

HP, Harry/Scorpius

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Characters: Harry/Scorpius
Prompt: Ride

HP, Harry/Draco

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco, tentacles

(I'm totally plagiarizing hd_smoochfest banner here)

Re: HP, Harry/Draco

[hazel-wand.livejournal.com]

"You've dreamed about this, haven't you, Malfoy?" Potter's voice is dark and mocking, and Draco finds it stupidly attractive. He can only nod mutely, as Potter draws even closer, so that Draco can see the faint stubble on his chin, the green almond-shaped eyes behind the ridiculous glasses.

They're standing toe to toe, Potter having to look up slightly to look Draco in the face, and Draco thinks that this should make him feel braver, but it doesn't. His heart is beating wildly. He tries to swallow down his panic.

"I hardly remember my dreams, Potter," he manages.

Potter smirks. "You're lying,"

Draco licks his lips. "I'd call it being economical with the truth," he starts to say, but Potter lunges and stops the words in his throat. Draco stumbles backwards. His head hits the clammy windowpane, but he hardly notices because Potter is kissing him.

His head swims. A small voice is saying that he should be pushing Potter away, that he has blackmail material for life. The rest of him is too caught up in the glory of kissing Potter. His hands are running up and down Potter's back. In a flurry of forgotten movements they are skin against skin. Draco feels a surge of emotion - belonging and excitement and rightness. His hand clasps around Potter's wrist . Potter's breath is hitching in his chest. Draco marvels at the sensation. They are moving, clinging, falling together, Draco's face pressed against the damp skin of Potter's neck. He hears their mingled breaths - steadying, quietening. Potter's hands are soothing at the back of his neck, his hip, his cheek, the small of his back.

Wait. What? There are too many hands - Potter is everywhere, and the touches are no longer soft and lingering, but constrictive and urging. Not hands but bonds. Draco's head spins, he kicks to the surface of consciousness, feeling the clammy grip of the giant Squid, whose tentacles have stretched through the open window and are wrapped lovingly about him.

Draco struggles and elbows his way out of the Squid's clasp. He stands shaking in his nightgown, blowing sodden strands of hair out of his eyes.

Wet dreams in the Slytherin dungeon were the worst.

TW, Derek/Scott

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Derek/Scott, brother

Okay, I'm done now. 5 is the unspoken limit.

[vaysh11.livejournal.com]

Draco/Albus: secret potion book (it's one word , right?)

Merlin/Arthur

[shakka1.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur
chamberpot

[0idontknow0]

Oh this looks fun!

Harry/Draco: shots

FILL: HP, Harry/Draco, shots -- Never Have I Ever

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Never have I ever

"Never have I ever . . ." Blaise looked around, a devilish smirk on his face. "Kissed a boy."

Several people groaned. Hermione looked very put out. "Oh please," she said. "You're just trying to get all the girls drunk." Harry thought she was right; Blaise looked much too pleased with himself. Hermione dutifully took a shot nonetheless.

So did Draco Malfoy. Which wasn't that strange because they had already done a full circle and Malfoy drank every time. Harry suspected he didn't even pay attention and was only here for the free Firewhisky. But then again, weren't they all? Malfoy's cheeks were very red, his hair was a curious white-blond mess and there was a wild look about him that Harry found much too fascinating. He might have studied Malfoy's appearance carefully for that reason.

"Draco." Pansy sighed the name with fond indulgence. "I know exactly who you kissed, and how many times, and when and where, and there are no boys on the list, if one could call it such. Are you truly insisting you've kissed a boy?"

Malfoy took another drink. Randomly. He was staring at Harry quite intently and Harry had a crazy urge to squirm.

"Not yet," Malfoy said. His voice was scratchy, and very low. Perhaps that was why everyone fell silent. Or maybe everyone was just terribly concerned because, honestly, Malfoy looked a bit insane. Or just determined. Fiercely determined. Which was so uncharacteristic, it looked like insanity on Malfoy's face.

And he was coming closer. Towards Harry. With those crazy, pale eyes of his, and his pink cheeks, and his tongue that peeked out to wet his lips, which, really, shouldn't be done in public, now that Harry thought about it. Not like that. It was just obscene.

"Um," Harry said, but he did not squirm away. He'd stared down Voldemort, for heaven's sake. Malfoy didn't scare him, not his intense gaze, not his full lips, not his warm breath on his face . . .

Oh. Harry should have seen this coming. He really should have. They had discussed boy-kissing, and he was a boy and Malfoy was . . . Malfoy was warm pressure against his lips, all pale eyelashes and red cheeks, and wet tongue sliding into Harry's mouth. Warm, wet and slow, and tingling, breathtaking. And Harry's heart had forgotten to beat, and Draco Malfoy was kissing him, and the world was about the end.

The world just spun and did not actually end, though, and Malfoy pulled away. He crawled back to his seat, his expression spelling accomplishment as though he had just defeated a Dark Lord, and took another shot of Firewhisky. Randomly, without cause, yet again. But no one complained. No one said a word.

And then . . . "Ow," one of the girls yelped, and it might have been Hermione because she added, "Control yourself, Zabini," in that special bossy voice of hers, which meant she was cross. It was probably her turn and Blaise had poked her. One just didn't poke Hermione and got away with it.

Malfoy was still staring at Harry. He looked like Malfoy now. Scared and wide-eyed. Harry's heart was beating steadily again.

"Never have I ever," Hermione said, "er — sorry, Ron, but look at him! — looked away when two boys made out in front of me."

Someone groaned again. It might have been Blaise.

Harry thought about this statement carefully. Hermione was smart and this was a ploy. It clearly was.

And Harry had to help her, didn't he? Make the boys look away and drink. Rescue the girls and make Blaise miserable. Because the girls would look and the boys wouldn't. Harry knew that. He had to take a drink, too, and he did so promptly. Because he would look away. Or rather close his eyes tight.

Malfoy was still staring; he had apparently forgotten how to blink. His lips were right there; they were staring at Harry, too. He had to save them. The girls, not the lips. Or both. He just had to. Saving things — it was what he did.

He forced his body to move, and he crawled towards Malfoy.

Malfoy sat frozen, and waited.

[0idontknow0]

Harry/Severus: accident

[melusinahp.livejournal.com]

Derek/Scott--indulgence

[melusinahp.livejournal.com]

Sirius/Harry--Obliviate >:)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Someone needs to write this.

[emeraldsword.livejournal.com]

Erica anyone
snow

HP, Harry/Snape

[obiskus]

Harry/Snape - tease

Merlin, Merlin/Gwaine

[obiskus]

Merlin/Gwaine - (chocolate)icing

FILL: Merlin - Chocolate Strawberry

[disco-mouse.livejournal.com]

Syrup, not icing...sorry!

[0idontknow0]

Draco/Blaise: honey

[birdsofshore]

The pot hovering over Blaise's body tilted, allowing a sticky drizzle to drip onto his chest.

"Merlin, Malfoy, you are a kinky bugger." He smiled in satisfaction, squirming slightly as Draco motioned with his wand, directing the honey in a lazy golden trickle, laying a trail towards his navel.

"Kinky?" Draaco swiped a wayward smear of honey from Blaise's stomach. "'Kinky' would be when you hid under the desk last week and started to suck me off, with everyone sitting there." He licked his finger thoroughly and with evident enjoyment, smiling complacently at Blaise's look of fascination.

"This, however, is just a bit of fun." The pot did Draco's bidding once more and meandered back up Blaise's body.

Blaise arched his back as the trail circled first one nipple, then the other, never quite touching the sensitive points. "That would have been more than a bit of fun, if you hadn't squealed like a Banshee, and got us both detention."

"You were using far too much teeth. Anyway, it was worth it just to see Binns' face. History of Magic's never been so exciting, before or since." The pot jerked and upended a generous portion into Blaise's flat navel. The honey overflowed, running off messily onto the sheets. Draco tutted. "Look what you made me me do now. I'll have to clean them, and I hate the feeling of sheets when they've been Scourgified. So scratchy."

Blaise chuckled, the vibrations encouraging further cascades of honey. "You're an utter sybarite, Draco. Lounging about on the softest sheets. And pinching Severus' finest Dirigible honey to use in your dirty little games."

Draco smirked and directed the pot to move purposefully towards Blaise's groin. Honey was running down Blaise's sides, oozing across the flawless skin, catching enticingly in the hair of his armpits. He crossed his arms behind his head, looking with amusement in Draco's direction. "There are going to be some dirty little games, are there, Draco? Or are you simply planning to leave me here for the ants to find?"

A bead of honey hung, suspended, for a long moment, before falling onto the smooth head of Blaise's cock. Both Blaise, and his cock, twitched in surprise and pleasure. The honey dripped with precision now, following Draco's gaze to land delicately on the slit of Blaise's prick. His sensuous shudder dislodged the drop, to be replaced by another, and another, rivulets running down the shaft to pool at the base and coat the curls of hair there in thick, wet sweetness.

Draco looked on, appearing what can only be described as disgustingly pleased with himself. "Oh, I doubt you'll have any complaints."

He gestured with his wand and the pot travelled obediently over to the bedside cabinet. Safely out of the way, so it wouldn't get knocked over if things got... lively. Near enough to be close at hand if further supplies were necessary.

Draco let the pointy, surprisingly pink tip of his tongue peep out as he leant towards the expanse of deliciously decorated flesh laid out before him. Where to begin? Sometimes, life really was just too sweet.

[nu-breed.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur, mine.

Mine (1/1) Warnings: Bondage, asphyxiation, references to 5x13

[(Anonymous)]

Is this open for anons as well? I hope it is. *shifty eyes*

*

"You said that you used it only for me," Arthur said. He wasn't begging or commanding (not yet), simply recalling the words Merlin had uttered all those lifetimes ago. "Do you remember?"

Merlin nodded dumbly. He would never forget the last days they'd shared, not even if he lived to be a million years.

"Then it is mine," Arthur continued. "To be used as I see fit. I don't see how that could have changed."

"It hasn't," Merlin said, and he had never felt so naked, no matter that he was still in his pyjama pants, while Arthur was the one who had shed his clothing.

Ages ago, Merlin had dreamt of the day when Arthur would recognise his magic and ask him to wield it. He had never expected it to be like this.

Arthur interrupted Merlin's thoughts by taking his hand and tenderly kissing the palm before he spoke again.

"Use it for me once more, just this once. Do this thing for me, Emrys." He kissed Merlin's palm a second time. It was the perfect combination of regal grace and humility, but Merlin recognised the gesture, and the words, for what they were.

By using his real name, Arthur had commanded him, just as Merlin himself had once commanded the dragon.

"Very well," Merlin said. “Just this once.”

Arthur smiled. The smile didn't disappear as Merlin's magic coiled around him; as it slid over his skin like a serpent, and tightened, tightened. He didn't seem frightened. Instead he looked serene - at ease - even as the magic pressed him to the bed and stretched out his limbs to form an X.

Merlin settled at Arthur's side. He held Arthur's gaze, allowing Arthur to see the moment the dragon fire made his eyes turn gold. Arthur didn't flinch. Merlin's magic fanned out and formed a fine veil over Arthur's skin, seeping into his very pores.

It was only then that Merlin felt Arthur's fear. It was not a conscious one, but a purely bodily reaction to the uncanny; a rush of adrenaline, an increase of his heart-rate, a shallowed breathing. It fuelled Merlin's magic like a gust of wind would have fuelled a fire. But it was more than fear; Arthur was fully hard now, and if Merlin had been at all conscious of his own body, he would have realised that he was, too.

The magic tightened further, so that all the movement Arthur was allowed was the expansion of his ribcage as he breathed. His smile had acquired a desperate edge, one that matched the darkness of his eyes. He was breathing rapidly now, and sweat was beginning to bead on his temples.

Merlin's magic rippled; it flowed hot and cold over Arthur's skin, slowly centring on Arthur's groin. Tendrils of pure energy coiled around the root of Arthur's cock and just underneath, putting pressure on the sensitive swell of Arthur's testicles.

Arthur tensed, but the invisible shackles prevented him from moving. The pressure of the magic increased, until Arthur's cock was painfully engorged, dark with trapped blood, and the skin of his sac had gone taut. The coils around his neck tightened too, until Arthur stopped breathing completely. He died then; died and spilled as the magic finally dissolved.

Merlin fell over Arthur, gathering him in his arms and pressing their foreheads together, both of them breathing as if every gasp was something to be treasured.

Only as he straightened his back was Merlin able to look into Arthur's eyes again.

Arthur was smiling at him.

Like this, with his body slack and heavy in Merlin's arms and his gaze filled with love, he looked just like that other time. Merlin touched Arthur's cheek, cupped the strong jaw in his hand so that he could feel the pulse beat steadily against his fingers.

"No more of this dying nonsense," Merlin whispered, wiping his own tears with the back of his hand. "My heart couldn't take it."

Arthur shook his head, trying to say something and failing. It was long before he could speak again. Merlin had stopped crying, by then.

"Thank you," Arthur said. "Thank you."

Merlin held him through the night.

[nu-breed.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur/Gwaine, obsession.