fic: Dangerous (Worth It)
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leashy_bebesTitle: Dangerous (Worth It)
Pairing: Merlin/Gwaine
Rating: Hard R?
Summary: Gwaine visits Merlin in the night.
Word Count: ~2100
Notes: De-anoning from here because omg everything must be in one placealso, planning a follow up
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Merlin opens his eyes to the darkness in his room. He isn't sure what woke him, and when the silence hangs on for a long moment he shrugs and rubs his eyes, shouldering back into his bed. His eyes fly open again when there's a muffled knocking sound from the other room, as though someone's bumped into the table. He pushes himself up and scrambles out of bed, the covers tangled around his legs slowing him down a bit. Straining his ears he can hear footsteps, someone creeping through the outer room and making an obvious effort not to be heard.
Gaius is such a heavy sleeper that Merlin's sure whoever it is will get past him easily, and the footsteps certainly seem to be heading for Merlin's little room. Without really thinking, Merlin picks up the candlestick from beside his bed and hefts it in his hand. It's hardly a fearsome weapon, but Merlin doesn't want to use magic as a first resort just in case it's Arthur, suddenly deciding in the middle of the night that he has a menial, frustrating, and above all, extremely urgent job for Merlin to attend to.
As it is, Merlin's flattened himself against the wall next to the door when it swings slowly open, revealing a shadowy figure. Merlin raises the candlestick but finds himself seized by strong hands, hauled off balance, one arm twisted behind his back and a hand clasped over his mouth, a warm chest pressed the length of his back, and a breathless voice in his ear saying,
"Merlin, Merlin, it's me."
Merlin drops the candlestick in his eagerness to turn around, and demands, "Gwaine?" against the other man's palm. Gwaine nods and kisses the shell of Merlin's ear before he lets him turn. The room's so dark that Gwaine's just highlights of light and shadow, the glint of his necklace, the spark in his eyes, the white of his teeth. His hands are still on Merlin, arms around him, and he pushes the door shut quietly with his foot.
"What are you doing here?" Merlin demands, running his hands down Gwaine's sides, around to his back, urging him closer.
"Wanted to see you," Gwaine says, kissing Merlin's jaw, cheek, up to his temple.
"It's dangerous," Merlin says, but he can't deny a little thrill of pleasure because yes it's dangerous, but Gwaine's here anyway. For Merlin.
"The best things in life usually are," Gwaine says, his voice a low rumble against Merlin's throat, his fingers easily working Merlin's sleep tunic up his body.
Merlin shivers against him, muttering, "Cold fingers," and he turns his head a little, seeking, stealing a first kiss, familiar but still new enough to be exciting, to make him clutch at Gwaine and not offer anything more than a cursory complaint when Gwaine pulls the worn linen of his tunic up over Merlin's head. Half-naked against Gwaine's fully clothed body, Merlin feels exposed in a good way. He kisses Gwaine again, the wood-smoke-and-spice flavour of him making Merlin's head spin, until a little noise, a hum of pleasure, escapes him.
"Quiet," Gwaine orders, but he sounds amused and he curves his hands around Merlin's hips, one running down his thigh, pulling awkwardly until Merlin hooks a leg around Gwaine's hip. He laughs breathlessly when Gwaine hauls him upwards but then with one, two stumbled steps Merlin's back hits the wall and laughing is the last thing on his mind as Gwaine pins him with the weight of his body and kisses and kisses and kisses him.
Merlin can't believe how good it feels. It feels as though it's been years since the last time, since one of Gwaine's ridiculously dangerous forays into Camelot, into Merlin's bed. Merlin tangles his hands in Gwaine's hair, a little shorter than the last time he saw it, while Gwaine's mouth – hot kisses and wicked promises – takes him to pieces. Merlin welcomes the intrusion of Gwaine's tongue, familiar flavours and heat spiking his pleasure further and he breaks the kiss to whisper,
"Bed, come on, let's – "
Gwaine makes a satisfied noise and kisses Merlin again even as he crosses the room. It's a bit embarrassing how easily Gwaine can cart him about the place, but it also sets off a hot, curling pleasure so Merlin can't really object as Gwaine deposits him on his bed, wasting no time in spreading Merlin's legs and sprawling between them. He mouths sloppily at the hardening length of Merlin's cock through the soft linen of his braies and Merlin has to bite down on the side of his hand to stop a shout. It still emerges as a wheezing breath though and Gwaine chuckles against him, not even a murmur of complaint when Merlin, dizzy with pleasure and need, tugs at his hair a bit harder than is strictly necessary.
Gwaine just does it again, hot breaths that feel scalding through the soon-damp material. Merlin's grasping hands find Gwaine's shoulders, tug at his coat and Gwaine pauses for scant seconds to rid himself of it, then of the tunic underneath. He goes back to mouthing at Merlin's cock, mapping it with his lips and sucking at the head almost enough to hurt, a pleased rumble escaping him when Merlin's short nails dig into his shoulders, the back of his neck, urging more, more, more.
Merlin rocks his hips up urgently, runs his fingers through Gwaine's hair and whispers a fervent please. Gwain smiles up at him and scatters kisses and bites across Merlin's stomach. Their relationship – if you can call it that – is so fleeting, so here-and-then-gone-again, that Merlin relishes the little stings of pain, finds himself hoping for small bruises he can push a finger against, something to extend the time Gwaine stays with him, even if it's only in the form of marks on his skin. Gwaine's fingers are quick and clever on the laces of his braies, and the cool air makes Merlin shiver for the fraction of a moment before Gwaine's mouth is on him again, properly this time, on his skin. It's hot, teasing, perfect, little flickers of his tongue along the length of Merlin's shaft, over the head, across his slit. Merlin presses a hand over his own mouth and Gwaine laughs, nipping at the skin on his hip.
"One day," he promises in a low voice. "One day I'll take you somewhere where you can scream to your heart's content."
Merlin nods fervently and he can't help working his hips again because he just wants, so much. Gwaine's mouth maps a path from Merlin's hip bone to the spray of dark hairs low on his stomach, tongue tangling through them. Merlin can scarcely believe his own boldness as he pushes Gwaine's head lower, and gets a huff of laughter along with compliance. Gwaine is so confident and carefree and impulsive, and Merlin thinks that rubs off on him somehow. It's easy to make demands of someone who's so keen to meet them, and to make demands of his own in return.
After what feels like a terribly long tease, Gwaine's lips finally close around the head of Merlin's cock, soft and wet, his tongue playing over Merlin's skin as he takes him further into his mouth. The noise Merlin makes is soft but broken, wrenched out from low in his chest. Gwaine is absurdly good at this, apparently finding it easy to take Merlin in to the root, tongue working soft and slippery against the underside of his cock.
"God – yes," Merlin whispers, and Gwaine makes a noise that obviously means shush. It has the exact opposite effect though, the tormenting vibrations shooting through him and he bites his hand again, a sting of pain that just brings the pleasure of Gwaine's mouth into sharper focus.
Gwaine works him ruthlessly and the slick, muffled noises make Merlin's heart pound in his throat, his free hand reaching blindly down to tangle in Gwaine's hair, encouraging as he bobs his head up and down. He pushes his hips up just a little bit, pulls Gwaine's head down just a little bit and god, yes, it's so good, maybe even better for how rare their time together is. When Gwaine's strong hands on his hips hold him down, Merlin feels like he could sob and he slams his head back into the pillow, free hand clawing at his blanket while the other tightens helplessly in Gwaine's hair.
When he has the chance, Gwaine is good at drawing this out for so long Merlin's giddy from it. This is hardly the time or the place though, and Gwaine abruptly changes pace, working Merlin's cock with his mouth and one hand in tandem, so Merlin's whole cock is continually enveloped in grasping warmth. Merlin breathes something that might be Gwaine's name and might be a plea for more. Whatever it is, Gwaine groans around him, his free hands cupping Merlin's balls, squeezing, rolling them, then edging backwards, fingers pressing firmly against the sensitive skin there. Merlin chokes on pleasure, fighting the grip of Gwaine's hand, desperate to rock his hips up and fuck into the tight warmth of Gwaine's mouth.
Gwaine lifts his head slowly, sucking hard, then swoops down again fast, and then repeats the whole movement again, and then again, and then - Merlin's toes curl into the bedding and his fingers press helplessly against Gwaine's scalp, free arm flung across his face as he gives in to the pleasure, back arching up off the bed, muffled noises escaping his bitten lips. Gwaine swallows around him once, twice, then lifts his head. Even in the darkness, Merlin can see the gleaming wetness on his lips and even though he's just spent himself it's a fiercely arousing sight. More so when Gwaine crawls up the bed until he's kneeling astride Merlin's thighs, weight resting on the forearm next to Merlin's head, their faces only inches apart. When Merlin lurches up for a kiss Gwaine tastes more of Merlin than he does of himself and Merlin groans unsteadily, fingers threading clumsily through Gwaine's hair.
The kiss is hot and messy, Gwaine's teeth scraping across his lower lip, soft noises of their kisses reaching Merlin's ears through the roaring satisfaction. But there's another noise too, the hasty scrabble of material as Gwaine tugs at his breeches. Then he shudders out a relieved breath and the noise is replaced by skin on skin, rhythmic strokes while Gwaine's eyes flicker across Merlin's face in between hungry kisses.
"Let me – " Merlin starts, reaching for Gwaine's breeches.
"Shh, stay still," Gwaine urges, batting Merlin's hands away.
"I want to touch you," Merlin argues.
"Later," Gwaine promises, dropping a kiss onto Merlin's lips when he lifts his head, seeking. And that's fair enough, Merlin supposes. He never gets much sleep on nights when Gwaine is here, and by the time he leaves Merlin is invariably exhausted, good for nothing the next day. When the kiss ends Gwaine stays close enough that Merlin can feel his shaking breath, can steal a kiss whenever he fancies, can whisper right into his ear yes, come on, do it, now, darling, now.
Gwaine makes a choked noise and kisses Merlin's jaw, stubble scraping his skin, mouth sucking soft and sweet as he jerks himself faster, Merlin's short nails dragging across his shoulders and the nape of his neck. When Gwaine spills himself onto Merlin's stomach it's hot enough to burn, Merlin twitching under the feel of it, arousal curling again.
"Uh. God," Gwaine swears, pressing his face to Merlin's neck. "Gorgeous."
Merlin pulls at Gwaine, tugging him down to feel his weight pressing Merlin into the bed, comfortable and firm. Gwaine sighs happily and mouths along the side of Merlin's throat, letting out a sleepy noise.
"Oh, no," Merlin teases. "Nowhere near done with you, yet."
***
The sky is lightening towards grey when Gwaine finally starts to dress again. Merlin watches him from the bed, feeling deliciously exhausted, delightfully used. The ache's a good one and he sits up among the rumpled blankets when Gwaine sits on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots.
"Really," Merlin says, tracing a finger along Gwaine's arm. "It's dangerous for you to come here."
Gwaine just shrugs and turns his head to look at Merlin. "You're worth it."
"Gwaine," Merlin says seriously.
"Merlin," Gwaine teases, then leans forward and drops a lingering kiss onto Merlin's forehead. "I'll see you soon."
"You – "
"Soon," Gwaine insists, and Merlin leans back on his elbows to watch Gwaine leave before snuggling down into sheets that no longer smell just of himself.
Pairing: Merlin/Gwaine
Rating: Hard R?
Summary: Gwaine visits Merlin in the night.
Word Count: ~2100
Notes: De-anoning from here because omg everything must be in one place
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Merlin opens his eyes to the darkness in his room. He isn't sure what woke him, and when the silence hangs on for a long moment he shrugs and rubs his eyes, shouldering back into his bed. His eyes fly open again when there's a muffled knocking sound from the other room, as though someone's bumped into the table. He pushes himself up and scrambles out of bed, the covers tangled around his legs slowing him down a bit. Straining his ears he can hear footsteps, someone creeping through the outer room and making an obvious effort not to be heard.
Gaius is such a heavy sleeper that Merlin's sure whoever it is will get past him easily, and the footsteps certainly seem to be heading for Merlin's little room. Without really thinking, Merlin picks up the candlestick from beside his bed and hefts it in his hand. It's hardly a fearsome weapon, but Merlin doesn't want to use magic as a first resort just in case it's Arthur, suddenly deciding in the middle of the night that he has a menial, frustrating, and above all, extremely urgent job for Merlin to attend to.
As it is, Merlin's flattened himself against the wall next to the door when it swings slowly open, revealing a shadowy figure. Merlin raises the candlestick but finds himself seized by strong hands, hauled off balance, one arm twisted behind his back and a hand clasped over his mouth, a warm chest pressed the length of his back, and a breathless voice in his ear saying,
"Merlin, Merlin, it's me."
Merlin drops the candlestick in his eagerness to turn around, and demands, "Gwaine?" against the other man's palm. Gwaine nods and kisses the shell of Merlin's ear before he lets him turn. The room's so dark that Gwaine's just highlights of light and shadow, the glint of his necklace, the spark in his eyes, the white of his teeth. His hands are still on Merlin, arms around him, and he pushes the door shut quietly with his foot.
"What are you doing here?" Merlin demands, running his hands down Gwaine's sides, around to his back, urging him closer.
"Wanted to see you," Gwaine says, kissing Merlin's jaw, cheek, up to his temple.
"It's dangerous," Merlin says, but he can't deny a little thrill of pleasure because yes it's dangerous, but Gwaine's here anyway. For Merlin.
"The best things in life usually are," Gwaine says, his voice a low rumble against Merlin's throat, his fingers easily working Merlin's sleep tunic up his body.
Merlin shivers against him, muttering, "Cold fingers," and he turns his head a little, seeking, stealing a first kiss, familiar but still new enough to be exciting, to make him clutch at Gwaine and not offer anything more than a cursory complaint when Gwaine pulls the worn linen of his tunic up over Merlin's head. Half-naked against Gwaine's fully clothed body, Merlin feels exposed in a good way. He kisses Gwaine again, the wood-smoke-and-spice flavour of him making Merlin's head spin, until a little noise, a hum of pleasure, escapes him.
"Quiet," Gwaine orders, but he sounds amused and he curves his hands around Merlin's hips, one running down his thigh, pulling awkwardly until Merlin hooks a leg around Gwaine's hip. He laughs breathlessly when Gwaine hauls him upwards but then with one, two stumbled steps Merlin's back hits the wall and laughing is the last thing on his mind as Gwaine pins him with the weight of his body and kisses and kisses and kisses him.
Merlin can't believe how good it feels. It feels as though it's been years since the last time, since one of Gwaine's ridiculously dangerous forays into Camelot, into Merlin's bed. Merlin tangles his hands in Gwaine's hair, a little shorter than the last time he saw it, while Gwaine's mouth – hot kisses and wicked promises – takes him to pieces. Merlin welcomes the intrusion of Gwaine's tongue, familiar flavours and heat spiking his pleasure further and he breaks the kiss to whisper,
"Bed, come on, let's – "
Gwaine makes a satisfied noise and kisses Merlin again even as he crosses the room. It's a bit embarrassing how easily Gwaine can cart him about the place, but it also sets off a hot, curling pleasure so Merlin can't really object as Gwaine deposits him on his bed, wasting no time in spreading Merlin's legs and sprawling between them. He mouths sloppily at the hardening length of Merlin's cock through the soft linen of his braies and Merlin has to bite down on the side of his hand to stop a shout. It still emerges as a wheezing breath though and Gwaine chuckles against him, not even a murmur of complaint when Merlin, dizzy with pleasure and need, tugs at his hair a bit harder than is strictly necessary.
Gwaine just does it again, hot breaths that feel scalding through the soon-damp material. Merlin's grasping hands find Gwaine's shoulders, tug at his coat and Gwaine pauses for scant seconds to rid himself of it, then of the tunic underneath. He goes back to mouthing at Merlin's cock, mapping it with his lips and sucking at the head almost enough to hurt, a pleased rumble escaping him when Merlin's short nails dig into his shoulders, the back of his neck, urging more, more, more.
Merlin rocks his hips up urgently, runs his fingers through Gwaine's hair and whispers a fervent please. Gwain smiles up at him and scatters kisses and bites across Merlin's stomach. Their relationship – if you can call it that – is so fleeting, so here-and-then-gone-again, that Merlin relishes the little stings of pain, finds himself hoping for small bruises he can push a finger against, something to extend the time Gwaine stays with him, even if it's only in the form of marks on his skin. Gwaine's fingers are quick and clever on the laces of his braies, and the cool air makes Merlin shiver for the fraction of a moment before Gwaine's mouth is on him again, properly this time, on his skin. It's hot, teasing, perfect, little flickers of his tongue along the length of Merlin's shaft, over the head, across his slit. Merlin presses a hand over his own mouth and Gwaine laughs, nipping at the skin on his hip.
"One day," he promises in a low voice. "One day I'll take you somewhere where you can scream to your heart's content."
Merlin nods fervently and he can't help working his hips again because he just wants, so much. Gwaine's mouth maps a path from Merlin's hip bone to the spray of dark hairs low on his stomach, tongue tangling through them. Merlin can scarcely believe his own boldness as he pushes Gwaine's head lower, and gets a huff of laughter along with compliance. Gwaine is so confident and carefree and impulsive, and Merlin thinks that rubs off on him somehow. It's easy to make demands of someone who's so keen to meet them, and to make demands of his own in return.
After what feels like a terribly long tease, Gwaine's lips finally close around the head of Merlin's cock, soft and wet, his tongue playing over Merlin's skin as he takes him further into his mouth. The noise Merlin makes is soft but broken, wrenched out from low in his chest. Gwaine is absurdly good at this, apparently finding it easy to take Merlin in to the root, tongue working soft and slippery against the underside of his cock.
"God – yes," Merlin whispers, and Gwaine makes a noise that obviously means shush. It has the exact opposite effect though, the tormenting vibrations shooting through him and he bites his hand again, a sting of pain that just brings the pleasure of Gwaine's mouth into sharper focus.
Gwaine works him ruthlessly and the slick, muffled noises make Merlin's heart pound in his throat, his free hand reaching blindly down to tangle in Gwaine's hair, encouraging as he bobs his head up and down. He pushes his hips up just a little bit, pulls Gwaine's head down just a little bit and god, yes, it's so good, maybe even better for how rare their time together is. When Gwaine's strong hands on his hips hold him down, Merlin feels like he could sob and he slams his head back into the pillow, free hand clawing at his blanket while the other tightens helplessly in Gwaine's hair.
When he has the chance, Gwaine is good at drawing this out for so long Merlin's giddy from it. This is hardly the time or the place though, and Gwaine abruptly changes pace, working Merlin's cock with his mouth and one hand in tandem, so Merlin's whole cock is continually enveloped in grasping warmth. Merlin breathes something that might be Gwaine's name and might be a plea for more. Whatever it is, Gwaine groans around him, his free hands cupping Merlin's balls, squeezing, rolling them, then edging backwards, fingers pressing firmly against the sensitive skin there. Merlin chokes on pleasure, fighting the grip of Gwaine's hand, desperate to rock his hips up and fuck into the tight warmth of Gwaine's mouth.
Gwaine lifts his head slowly, sucking hard, then swoops down again fast, and then repeats the whole movement again, and then again, and then - Merlin's toes curl into the bedding and his fingers press helplessly against Gwaine's scalp, free arm flung across his face as he gives in to the pleasure, back arching up off the bed, muffled noises escaping his bitten lips. Gwaine swallows around him once, twice, then lifts his head. Even in the darkness, Merlin can see the gleaming wetness on his lips and even though he's just spent himself it's a fiercely arousing sight. More so when Gwaine crawls up the bed until he's kneeling astride Merlin's thighs, weight resting on the forearm next to Merlin's head, their faces only inches apart. When Merlin lurches up for a kiss Gwaine tastes more of Merlin than he does of himself and Merlin groans unsteadily, fingers threading clumsily through Gwaine's hair.
The kiss is hot and messy, Gwaine's teeth scraping across his lower lip, soft noises of their kisses reaching Merlin's ears through the roaring satisfaction. But there's another noise too, the hasty scrabble of material as Gwaine tugs at his breeches. Then he shudders out a relieved breath and the noise is replaced by skin on skin, rhythmic strokes while Gwaine's eyes flicker across Merlin's face in between hungry kisses.
"Let me – " Merlin starts, reaching for Gwaine's breeches.
"Shh, stay still," Gwaine urges, batting Merlin's hands away.
"I want to touch you," Merlin argues.
"Later," Gwaine promises, dropping a kiss onto Merlin's lips when he lifts his head, seeking. And that's fair enough, Merlin supposes. He never gets much sleep on nights when Gwaine is here, and by the time he leaves Merlin is invariably exhausted, good for nothing the next day. When the kiss ends Gwaine stays close enough that Merlin can feel his shaking breath, can steal a kiss whenever he fancies, can whisper right into his ear yes, come on, do it, now, darling, now.
Gwaine makes a choked noise and kisses Merlin's jaw, stubble scraping his skin, mouth sucking soft and sweet as he jerks himself faster, Merlin's short nails dragging across his shoulders and the nape of his neck. When Gwaine spills himself onto Merlin's stomach it's hot enough to burn, Merlin twitching under the feel of it, arousal curling again.
"Uh. God," Gwaine swears, pressing his face to Merlin's neck. "Gorgeous."
Merlin pulls at Gwaine, tugging him down to feel his weight pressing Merlin into the bed, comfortable and firm. Gwaine sighs happily and mouths along the side of Merlin's throat, letting out a sleepy noise.
"Oh, no," Merlin teases. "Nowhere near done with you, yet."
***
The sky is lightening towards grey when Gwaine finally starts to dress again. Merlin watches him from the bed, feeling deliciously exhausted, delightfully used. The ache's a good one and he sits up among the rumpled blankets when Gwaine sits on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots.
"Really," Merlin says, tracing a finger along Gwaine's arm. "It's dangerous for you to come here."
Gwaine just shrugs and turns his head to look at Merlin. "You're worth it."
"Gwaine," Merlin says seriously.
"Merlin," Gwaine teases, then leans forward and drops a lingering kiss onto Merlin's forehead. "I'll see you soon."
"You – "
"Soon," Gwaine insists, and Merlin leans back on his elbows to watch Gwaine leave before snuggling down into sheets that no longer smell just of himself.
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Date: 2010-12-16 02:35 am (UTC)I love how comfortable they are with each other, despite the danger, and how Gwaine influences Merlin to be more demanding in bed.
So great!
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Date: 2010-12-17 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-16 11:45 am (UTC)and I loved this line:
"One day," he promises in a low voice. "One day I'll take you somewhere where you can scream to your heart's content."
So much love. <33
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Date: 2010-12-19 01:22 am (UTC)WOMAN
YOU
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You write so good it r make me not speak properly.
Seriously though, this was so hot. I don't know where it gets off (*snrk*) being R rated, but HECK YES.
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Date: 2010-12-19 09:24 am (UTC)Anyone, lets not worry about the ins and outs (ho ho ho) of it and just revel in the porniness.
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Date: 2011-02-16 03:59 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's about all I can say. GOD, these two. *dies*
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Date: 2011-05-17 09:04 pm (UTC)GUH. *iz ded*
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