Title: Bed role games

Rating: M

Pairings: Merlin/Arthur

Summary: Anyone wonders what will King Arthur find Merlin doing in his bedchamber after a hard day? Well, Arthur too.

Warnings: Series of related one-shots. Unbeta'd. Slash m/m Merlin/Arthur. Established relationship. CanonAU. Smut, fluff and everything you could think of. I own nothing. English is not my mother language.

Word count for this chapter: around 2,900

AN: Thanks for keeping on reading and commenting on this fic! As promised, here you have the next chapter. It's a short one but I hope you like it. I have ideas for more of this. With any luck it won't take me so long to update. Enjoy!

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9 – The drunkard

It had been a long day but that didn't mean it had been a bad one. When King Arthur entered his chambers very late at night there was a big smile on his face, brought out by the satisfaction of seeing the good people of Camelot happy and safe and, well, the few cups of wine he had had during the previous banquet that evening had also something to do with his contentment.

Arthur closed the heavy wooden door behind him and let his gaze accommodate to the semidarkness of his chambers (only the fireplace and some candles were lit). With a sigh, he leaned against said door and let his mind wander. It had really been a great day. And a great banquet too. Camelot had just celebrated a great historic event with nothing less than good food, good wine and the best company.

Now a pleased but somehow tired king only wanted to undress, put on his night clothes and have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow would be another long day. The banquet marked the end of long talks and the instauration of new laws but that was only the beginning of a new era for Camelot. There was still so much to do...

Arthur only hoped he wouldn't wake up too much hangover with all the celebrating. But then his mind provided him with images of some of the most drunk present at the banquet and he could only chuckle in amusement. How could they make such a fool of themselves in public? He wouldn't like to be in their shoes the next day.

Still diverted with the good time he had just had, the king undressed himself quickly and put on a pair of comfy trousers before blowing off some candles and lying down on his huge bed. He snuggled under the blankets and let sleep take him. His mind was going fuzzy, tiredness weighing him down, making him forget about everything... He was almost in the land of the dreams... When suddenly...

BANG! A door slamming closed noisily. And then a nervous drunken giggle.

What the hell?! Arthur's mind, always on alert, woke up immediately. He leaned up on the bed as his trained eyes fixed themselves upon a slim figure by his door. It was a boy. A very plastered boy shaking among stifled peals of laughter. Just... great! So much for a quiet night to recover after the banquet.

Arthur groaned and pulled off the blankets. He stood up slowly and directed his steps towards the boy, still snickering merrily and holding to the door for dear life. By the sight of it, it seemed he could topple over at any moment. Arthur stopped but a few meters from him and took advantage that the boy hadn't seen him yet to think about his options because, really, what could he do with a very drunk intruder in his chambers in the small hours of the night?

The most obvious choice would be throwing him out of his chambers but it was evident that the lad couldn't take care of himself in that state. And most of the castle inhabitants would undoubtedly be in a similar condition by now. Then something bad could befall the poor durnkard with no one to help him. And it would be all his fault. Arthur sighed resignedly.

"Hey!" he exclaimed softly to get the boy's attention.

The lad snapped his neck around to look at him with big scared eyes, the hand he was not using to hold onto the door going to his chest in a frightened pose. Then his eyes lightened in recognition, "My... king..." He slurred before proceeding to giggle once more amused by God knew what, "you... you... scared me..."

"Here," Arthur approached the boy and put his arm around his slim shoulders so that he could guide him towards his inner chambers and his bed.

They boy didn't resist. His laughter had subsided now that he was looking at his king with furrowed brows. "My lord... What are you doing here?" he asked.

"These are my chambers," Arthur answered without even bothering to look at the very inhebriated boy in his arms. Where the hell did he think he was?

The drunkard looked around for some seconds, still clearly confused, until understandment downed onto his fuzzy mind. "Oh..." he exclaimed before a new round of laughter emerged form his lips, shaking his thin form against Arthur's side. Arthur simply contained another exhapserated sigh and tightened his grip on the boy so that he didn't end on the floor due to all his convulsing giggles.

Once by the bed, Arthur leaned the boy down onto the mattress, where he fell onto ungracefully, almost like a sack of potatoes. The king observed transfixed for a few moments as the boy moaned at the softness of the bed. The sound seemed really sinful coming for those plush red lips. Definitely sinful lips that were acommpanied by more condemning features: unblemished pale skin, gorgeous deep blue eyes and dishevelled jet black hair. The lad was really beautiful.

Arthur swallowed down. It was going to be a long night, having such an alluring creature in his bed. But then the boy moved and tried to burrow onto his blankets with his clothes and boots still on. "Hey!" Arthur protested. "At least take those off!"

The boy looked up at him uncomprehensively until Arthur pointed his boots. Thanks God he obeyed without more of his tipsy comments or laughter. He sat up with a bit of an effort to lean down... and toppled face first onto the floor. Arthur's worried reaction made him knelt quickly by the strange bundle that was the boy's body to check he was okay. He received another cheerful guffaw for his concern.

Arthur tsked annoyedly and raised the boy by his armpits and back onto the bed. This time he didn't say anything. He knelt down and took off the boy's boots himself. He left them by the bedside table and went back to his guest for the night to take off his jacket, belt and neckerchief. He had to struggle, well, more kind of battle against the lad who started to reach for him and giggle and comment, "My king... you're so pretty... can I... undress you too..."

Finally, after slapping the boy's hands away for what felt like a thousand times, Arthur had him only clad in his shirt and pants (although still sofly giggling). He lifted the blankets from under the boy and positioned him comfortably in one side of his huge bed before tucking him in. His job finished, the king contemplated once more the pretty face of his late drunk visitor to find him smiling contentedly at him.

Arthur returned the smile with a whispered, "Sleep." It worked instantly as the lad's heavy lids started to close and in a couple of seconds he even seemed to be snoring softly. Arthur chuckled and shook his head in wonder at the stoned boy now sleeping in his bed.

Once reassured that everything was all right with the lad, Arthur went to his side of the bed and lay down. He looked back to the boy through the stretch that separated them. He seemed so calm and peaceful in his sleep, so beautiful... In a couple of minutes the king was sleeping too, a satisified smile on his face. He had done the right thing.

It must have been but less than an hour later that Arthur noted somehing soft moving against his side. Something, or he supposed someone, seemed to be clinging to him, a hand stroking his side tenderly. It felt really good so he didn't bother opening his eyes and tried to drift back to the deep slumber he had been enjoying so much.

But then that someone started to get bolder, his clasp got tighter while that caressing hand started to descend towards his lower regions. Arthur was gaining consciousness by such ministrations and was in fact about to protest when he noticed soft pecks on his neck and collarbones. He sighed at such wonderful sensations, all complaints forgotten...

Until that small wandering hand finally got to sneak under the hem of his pants and grabbed his half-hard cock. For a second those sloppy kisses had made him want to be swept along with the moment but then he remembered the very plastered boy with whom he was sharing his bed. Undoubtedly all those entrancing attentions came from him and he shouldn't allow him such liberties just like that.

Arthur forced himself to finally open his eyes and react. He grabbed some tresses of that silky hair to move that dristracting mouth away from him. "Stop," he commanded.

He only received a whimper, the boy's hand still on his semi-erect length. With another effort he reached for the boy's wrist to stop his stroking motions. "This is not all right," he affirmed, because how wrong was to take advantage of someone in such a drunk state.

The boy pouted cutely. "But... I want... so much to please you... my king... You're sooo pretty..." he whined. Gods, it sounded so childish that it only confirmed what a bad idea all this was.

Arthur tried to wrestle the lad away from him but he was stronger than he looked and then he resumed caressing his cock... It produced such amazing sensations that distracted Arthur from his goal, which allowed the boy to go back to his sloppy kisses, going down his chest and... under the blankets...

Oh God... Arthur had tried to stop him – he had really tried... But, well, the boy probably wasn't so utterly drunk anymore and, technically, it wasn't him the one taking advantage of the situation, wasn't it? In fact, he hadn't touched him, or kissed him or made anything untoward... Was it really so wrong to let the boy continue with his attentions to his king?

Suddenly, Arthur's musings were interrupted when the boy threw back the blankets and smiled up at him. He was proned between his legs, his mouth but a few centimetres from his now completely hard and bare cock. He sent him a mischievously grin before blowing gently the head his length. A moan escaped Arthur's lips when an elegant finger started caressing it lightly.

"Hello there..." The boy whispered reverently, still petting his hardness. "I can see you're happy to see me..."

More giggles made Arthur rethink what the hell he was getting himself into. Because, really, the lad was now talking to his cock... But then he leaned down to rub his nose against his shaft and it was so ridicously sexy and pleasant... Oh, and when he sticked out his tongue to lick it. So delicious...

Arthur threw his head back and closed his eyes tight, practically purring with contentment. He surrendered to that intoxicating hot mouth that hadn't stopped with its ministrations, licking and then sucking and going down and then up again, engulfing him, surrounding him and giving him so much pleasure...

Almost of his own accord, Arthur's hands went back to grab the boy's soft tresses of black hair. It felt so damn good... Even if it was obvious the boy had no great technique, he compensated it with his great enthusiasm and gods, he was taking him so deep...

Suddenly, the boy almost choked on his length, bringing Arthur back from his high. He leaned up quickly and yanked the boy off his cock so he could breath in some hair. However, he only seemed to be coughing loudly. Arthur rubbed his back in a reasurring way while the lad tried to recover his senses little by little. In that moment the king noticed how drunk he was still, which made him feel so bad. Was it really ok to go on with this?

"Shhh," Arthur calmed the boy before sighing and suggesting. "We should go back to sleep."

They boy whined another protest and his hand reached back for the king's cock but this time Arthur was determined, afraid of letting the boy continue, only to choke himself to death on his length. He stopped his grabbing hands and manhandled him to lay back on the mattress.

"Please, sire," the boy mumbled in response. And he was looking at him so pleadingly that Arthur felt once more transfixed by his beauty. He could only look down at that pretty face. That small pause gave the boy the opportunity to lean up and place a sweet kiss on his lips. Then, he moaned as he started to rub his still clothed hard cock against Arthur's thigh, making the king's length rub against his thigh in return.

Arthur groaned. This may not be as preasurable as being inside that slippery velvety cavern but it was safer and after all, he had already let the boy take the reins once, so perhaps he should just go with it... Allow that mouth to continue exploring his... Those open mouthed kisses also felt pretty good... And those small hands caressing his bare back... And all that friction...

They didn't last long. The wet kisses, the wandering hands and the rutting against each other made them come shamefully soon. Something that maybe shouldn't be very surprising if taking into account how close Arthur had already been and the boy, well, he seemed to need little to be brought down due to his inhebirated state.

When Arthur recovered from the most strange orgasm in his life (really, he was only rubbing his cock against a boy's thigh), he discovered a sticky mess in his stomach. The boy's pants and shirt were also wet but he didn't seem to mind as he was half asleep, a satisfied smile on his face. Arthur practically huffed as he went to get a cloth. He cleaned himself and then took charge of the boy. He had to undress him since it would be really uncomfortable to sleep with those soiled clothes.

Once naked, Arthur gave himself some time to admire the sleeping boy. He was so cute... so beautiful... Finally, Arthur got to lie down on his bed once more. He tucked the boy to his side in a protective hug and covered both their forms with the bedcovers. He sent a last fond look at his bedmate before closing his eyes. In a couple of minutes soft snores were the only thing that could be heard in the room.

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In the morning...

Arthur opened his eyes slowly. Sleeping felt good but consciousness was claiming him. The bright light coming from the open window helped in sharpening his senses, making him more aware of his surroundings. Specially of a warm body pressed to his right side. A quick peek down and the jet black hair he could glimpse confirmed that the one in bed with him was, of course, his dear Merlin.

Arthur smiled happily. He raised his hand and caressed his lover's soft hair tenderly while inhaling his sweet smell. It was a great start for such an important day, in fact, it felt as the best possible start, with Merlin in his arms... Or so he thought until he leaned down to look properly at his lover and found him drooling on his chest. Really...

"Merlin..." Arthur whispered, poking the boy lightly. He was sure his lover was completely hangover and didn't want to wake him up abruptly.

Merlin simply whined in protest. Gods, was he still drunk?

"Merlin... It's a new day," he said a bit louder.

No reaction.

"We have things to do." Arthur poked his ribs again.

"No..." Merlin moved away from his hand and burrowed deeper into his chest. "My head hurts too much..." he complained.

Arthur chuckled and poked him some more. "Com'n, you lazy daisy."

Merlin turned around and murmured, "Just let me sleep some more."

Arthur smirked mischievously. Like hell he was going to let Merlin continue sleeping. He came closer to his lover's back and whispered alluringly in his ear, "Com'n, love, you can't lounge in bed all day doing nothing. Now you have important responsiblities. Do it for your king."

Merlin didn't bother replying. Arthur returned to the fray by caressing Merlin's ear with his finger. Merlin didn't show any sign he was feeling it so he continued with his ministrations. He blowed his lover's ear and kissed it and nibbled it. Merlin hummed.

Arthur smiled. He knew how sensitive Merlin was. He lowered his head, leaving a trail of kisses down the boy's neck to his collarbone. He licked him and then when Merlin's moans of pleasure became louder, he bit.

Merlin shrieked like a girl. He shoved Arthur away from him and turned around to look at him indignantly. And completely awake. "You prat!" Merlin exclaimed while nursing his bitten neck. He looked really adorable in that moment.

Arthur smirked back at him in triumph. "Then, are you getting up to face a new day with me, my Court Magician?"

That seemed to sober Merlin even more. Now he was beaming like a fool. "Of course, my king."

The king punched his sorcerer on his arm before getting up energetically. The boy on the bed huffed in an offended tone. "And yet you're still such a prat," he grumbled.

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