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“I'm just saying that there are definitely worse ways to secure a treaty!” Merlin exclaimed.
Arthur sighed. However wrong it felt, a union with Traewen would be beneficial for both kingdoms so he nodded.
The initial negotiations had failed, with neither Kingdom agreeing to a deal. That was until the idea of a marriage was brought into the picture.
“I just hope that whoever I end up marrying isn't boring. I can't bear the idea of being married to someone boring.”
“I'm sure she'll be beautiful and exciting, Sire,” Merlin grinned and Arthur prayed that he was right.
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Eventually, the day arrived. Arthur would finally meet his bride and they'd marry, they'd consummate and the negotiating would be over. A treaty would be signed and Camelot would stand a little stronger.
Arthur waited, nerves swirling in his stomach like a storm out at sea, when the doors of the throne room finally swung open. King Renfred paced in as if he already owned the place, his court following behind.
“Arthur,” King Renfred said, a friendly greeting, reaching out to shake Arthur's hand.
Arthur reached back and smiled. “I trust your journey wasn't too difficult. Your rooms are ready for you and your guests.”
“Yes, yes, that's all fine,” Renfred continued. “But let's not waste time. The negotiations have been written up, the marriage is arranged, shall we get on with it?”
Arthur thought he had at least one more night of freedom but it seemed he was wrong. “Y-Yes, let's. I'm eager to meet my bride.”
Renfred clapped his hands together and laughed loudly. “Brilliant! Well, I am pleased to introduce my son, Prince Gwaine.”
Out from the crowd stepped a tall man, with dark scraggly hair, a light dusting of stubble on his face and the smuggest grin Arthur had ever seen.
“Son?”
“I trust this won't be a problem?” Renfred asked, a sharp edge to his tone.
“Not at all,” Arthur replied, staring at the man before him with something akin to hunger.
The day then seemed to pass alarmingly quickly. Arthur was rushed to his chambers to change where he stole his final moments alone and then he was at the altar. Gwaine was beside him, Geoffrey read out vows, rings were exchanged and that was it. They were married. Prince Gwaine was now a King and two kingdoms were united.
Throughout the celebratory feast, Arthur was quiet and reserved, often glancing at Gwaine and feeling the heat of his body so close, almost dizzying. Gwaine on the other hand, was loud and confident. Smiling and talking to anyone and everyone. Arthur found himself staring at his smile a number of times.
When they eventually bid their guests goodnight, Arthur led Gwaine silently through the castle to his chambers. Once inside, Gwaine pushed a hand through his hair and sighed.
“Well, what a day, eh?” He chuckled.
Gwaine's shirt was open low at the front, the strings of his tunic loose, and his skin looked tanned and soft. Arthur couldn't stop staring, wondering how it might feel beneath his hands. He was so completely and utterly distracted by his thoughts that he had to shake his head to get back into the room.
“Yes, certainly interesting.” Arthur finally replied.
Gwaine stepped forward, invading Arthur's space and spoke so quietly, so softly that Arthur almost struggled to hear him. “When I was told I'd be marrying a King, I never expected one so handsome,”
Arthur felt a blush spread over his face. Gwaine smelt of sweet wine and musk and Arthur breathed in deeply. This man, his husband, was so close, so gorgeous, so ready for the taking.
“Gwaine…” Arthur sighed as he felt hands on his hips. “You d-don't have to do this…”
“I want to.” Gwaine replied, dipping his head and pressing a kiss against Arthur's neck. His lips were chapped but they still danced across Arthur's skin with ease, kissing and nipping.
Arthur let himself give into the feelings, let the want and need inside reach out for what they craved. He lifted his hands to Gwaine's hips and gripped tightly. He felt Gwaine smile against his skin and kiss him again and then felt strong hands on his back, sliding lower till they were gripping at his arse, squeezing and pulling. Arthur could feel his cock getting hard and leaned forward to press against Gwaine. He was met with a moan and the feeling of Gwaine's hard length against his own.
Arthur led Gwaine to his bed where he was laid down gently. Gwaine stroked a hand over Arthur's cheek and then pressed their lips together in a heated embrace. Arthur let his hands roam, pulling at Gwaine's clothes till they were finally discarded. Arthur's tunic and breeches followed very quickly and they were soon laying naked together, letting their cocks brush against one another.
Arthur moaned unashamedly, tangling a hand in Gwaine's hair as the man reached down to grip Arthur's cock. Arthur returned the action, taking Gwaine's cock in his hand and tugging in time. They moaned in tandem, chasing their releases and leaning into every touch. Gwaine twisted his wrist with a well practiced accuracy and Arthur almost saw stars.
“Shit, I'm gonna..” Arthur began, gripping the bed sheets with one fist.
“Come for me, husband.” Gwaine replied with a cheeky grin. He sped up his movements and continued to twist his wrist in that delicious way. Arthur let his eyes close as he focused on all the feelings of pleasure taking over his body.
It only took Gwaine a few more tugs before Arthur cried out and spilled white hot ribbons over his stomach.
With trembling fingers, Arthur continued to stroke Gwaine. “Come… Come for your King,” Arthur growled.
“F-Fuck…” Gwaine murmured as his hips stuttered; Arthur felt wet heat dripping over his hands before Gwaine collapsed down beside him, breathing heavily.
“Welcome to Camelot,” Arthur chuckled.
Gwaine grinned. “I think I'm going to enjoy this getting married thing,”