A Kiss From His True Love

by iheartbeingcringe27

Summary:

It's Season 2, Episode 10, Sweet Dreams. Except Gwen's kiss didn't work. Leaving Merlin desperate and impulsive. And then they have to talk about it.

Notes:

I am so sorry if the grammar sucks. I tried to use Grammarly, and it doesn't understand gay sex.
Enjoy!

"It's a powerful spell. Apparently, he's got to kiss his actual true love. Which is- not telling you that. But either way, it's impossible to get them to kiss him," Merlin paced back and forth, waving his hands in the air.

"Well, you'll have to figure it out, otherwise, we'll have a war on our hands."

"I know. I'll… I'll think of something, alright?" Merlin hurried out of the room and out into the arena, searching desperately. He finally spotted Gwen, not too far from Arthur's tent.

"Gwen! Where's Arthur?"

"He just went out. Why, is there something wrong?"

"Yes… No? I'm taking care of it." He prayed that Arthur didn't die in the first round.

Merlin had no choice but to watch him get his ass handed to him.

"Gwen, I need you to kiss Arthur."

"You- what? Arthur?"

"Yes, I need you to get in there and kiss Arthur. Quickly, we don't have time, next round is mace and that's the one he could really die in." He grabbed Gwen by the shoulders, turning her around and pushing her towards the tent.

"Merlin, why-?"

"No time, I'll explain later, kiss him!" Merlin called before running back to the arena. Even if Arthur lost, he would at least be there to magic something so he didn't actually die.

"Hello, My Lord." Gwen pushed open the tent where Arthur was standing, shaking his arms, for some reason.

"Gwen! Hello! Enjoying the duel?"

" No, my Lord. I do not find joy in watching two men attempt to kill each other."

"I see. That's unfortunate."

Gwen took a tentative step forward, lightly kissing his lips.

"What was that for?"

"For luck. My Lord."

"Oh. Thanks, Gwen. Hopefully, I won't need much, I've got my lovely Lady Vivian's love to protect me." Gwen rolled her eyes, storming out of the tent.

"Merlin, what was that for?"

"Is he normal again?"

"What are you talking about? He probably thinks I'm an idiot! I kissed him and he just started talking about his love, Lady Vivian." Merlin gaped at her.

"He's still in love with Vivian?"

"Yes. He's in love with Vivian."

"No, that can't be right, you were, you were supposed to be…Who is it, though?"

The bell's sharp ding interrupted his thoughts.

The second round was about to begin.

Round two was worse than the first. He almost fell over multiple times, didn't land a single hit, and was literally saved by the bell. He dragged Arthur by the arm into his tent. Arthur didn't even get to sit before he was yelling at him.

"What is wrong with you?"

"What? What makes you think there's something wrong with me?"

"Because you're being a bloody idiot! You've got the prettiest servant in the kingdom to kiss you, and for some stupid, unknown reason, you still act like Lady Vivian is your true love!"

Arthur stared into the distance, his eyes vacant. He wasn't hearing a word Merlin was saying.

"She is lovely…"

Merlin had had enough. He stormed across the tent, grabbing the front of Arthur's shirt and shoving him against the support beam.

"You have no idea what you've put me through, you absolute prat! All of these stupid curses and monsters and you never, never, thank me, and now, I had a perfect plan to stop actual war for Camelot, and you don't even like her! Why don't you like her?" he yelled, shaking him, causing the back of his head to bump against the wood. He watched Arthur's eyes lock onto his, then, only for a second, dip down, immediately coming back to his, his lips parting slightly. Merlin's jaw dropped, and he pushed away from him. Arthur almost followed him, not taking his eyes off him.

"You can't be serious," Merlin muttered, turning away and running his hand through his hair. If he was wrong, he'd be fired. or beheaded. Or something. Fuck. But if his destiny was to protect Arthur and he let him die, what would happen then? Would Merlin die anyway? Camelot would fall, indefinitely… and it wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. He had, for quite some time now. But there was no way… No, it wasn't possible.

But what other choice did he have?

He made himself turn back to Arthur. He was exactly where he had been, looking a bit less…high? Had that seriously done something?

It was worth a shot.

He crossed the tent quickly, before he could change his mind. He cupped Arthur's face in his hands, squeezed his eyes shut, and pressed their lips together. He heard Arthur's breath catch slightly before he fully melted. One hand made it to Merlin's hair, holding him closer, the other only made it to his back before he was clutching at the back of his tunic like he was about to fall. His lips parted slightly, but before anything more could happen, the bell sounded, and Merlin was pulling away, patting his chest lightly, and taking a step back.

"All set to go, Sire." His eyes were glaring into the ground.

"I…Right. Go. Swords, all that…" Arthur said, adjusting his armor, grabbing his sword, and leaving Merlin alone in the tent.

Merlin watched in relief and horror as Arthur swung his sword expertly, any remnants of the enchantment gone. Relief, he was alive, the spell was gone. Horror, this meant, somehow, Arthur's true love was… Not Gwen.

 

"So. About what happened in the tent," Arthur started as Merlin pulled his dirt-covered shirt off over his head. Merlin choked.

"Yes?" He had desperately hoped he had more time to prepare. He wasn't sure what he would have prepared, but he wished he had a chance to think of something.

"Why did you… You know?"

"Why did I what, Sire?" He asked innocently, folding the shirt and tossing it in the laundry. He didn't want to look at him. He couldn't look at him.

"You… You kissed me. Why on earth did you do that?" Arthur asked.

"I…I had to. Sire. You see, you were enchanted, and to break this enchantment, you had to be kissed by your…" He stopped. He didn't even let himself think of what that spell meant. He definitely wasn't about to say it to Arthur.

"By my what, exactly? My manservant? Honestly, Merlin, are you and Guias trying to make me look stupid?" He rolled his eyes, turning to look at him, rather than watch him putter around the room through the mirror.

"No, of course not, Sire. Wouldn't dream of it. You do it just fine yourself." He knew his face was red. He knew there wasn't anything he could do to make his face not be red.

"So, was this enchantment? Spell, potion, cursed object?" Arthur asked.

"Potion, Sire," he replied, very focused on making sure all of the clothes in the laundry were folded perfectly.

"And the antidote was to kiss me?" He took a step closer. One, two, three steps closer.

"Yes, Sire."

"Did it have to be you, or did you just want to?" That was probably a joke. Probably.

"Had to, apparently." Why couldn't he drop it? Why was he so damn insistent?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He was right up in his space now, practically breathing down his neck.

Fine. If this would stop the conversation. Merlin whipped around-Good God, he was right there- and accepted his fate.

"If you have to know, that specific enchantment had to be broken by true love's kiss, so I sent Gwen in to see if that'd do the trick, but it didn't. I was out of ideas, and figured it was worth a shot. And you know what? It worked. I saved your royal ass again. So forget it."

Arthur didn't say anything. He took a couple of steps back until he was at the edge of his bed. He sank down, shoulders slumped, hands in his lap, looking a bit defeated. Merlin didn't know what to do. That wasn't anywhere in his list of possible outcomes. It would be best if he just left. He was almost to the door before Arthur spoke.

"Sorry."

"What?"

"Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I… I don't really know, actually. The whole… Situation." He waved his arms wildly, as if that was going to help him explain.

"I don't know what's going on. I don't know what that means, I don't know why it was you, of all people, and I'm sorry you had to deal with all that. I'm sorry I dragged you and Gwen into whatever is happening. And I'm sorry that I can't even explain it. You are dismissed, if you want." His voice cracked, stabbing Merlin in the stomach. He couldn't leave now. He couldn't leave him like that, on the verge of tears for something that he couldn't even control. He crossed the room, sitting down next to him on the bed, their shoulders touching. They sat in silence for a minute.

"Was it at least a good kiss?" Merlin asked. He watched Arthur's face turn pink as he shifted his eyes to his hands, which were still folded in his lap.

"Yeah. Best I've gotten." Merlin reached over, lacing his fingers around Arthur's, giving them a light squeeze.

"That's nice. Must not have gotten much action then, have you?" He joked. Arthur didn't laugh. Instead, he brought their hands to his mouth, softly pressing his lips to the back of Merlin's. His eyes fluttered closed, and gods, he looked pretty like that. So peaceful, so soft, like Merlin's hand was something precious and fragile, a relic that he'd been waiting for the chance to hold. He let their hands fall back into his lap, rubbing circles with his thumb, still not looking at him.

"No. A few princesses. Lancelot as a joke. Gwen, obviously. Never like you. Nothing is ever like you."

Merlin took his chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his head to him, forcing him to look at him. His eyes dipped to his lips, lingering, his breathing heavier. Gods, he was gorgeous. Merlin leaned forward, kissing his lips lightly. Arthur hummed, deepening the kiss, cupping his face with his hand. His lips wandered to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, back to his lips, then to the other side, his fingers tangling in Merlin's hair. Merlin's hands wandered to his chest, then to his hips, pulling him into his lap. Arthur's mouth explored Merlin's jaw, his neck, sucking softly, drawing out a slight moan. He pulled back, examining his face like he was memorizing every inch of him. His eyes, his dimples, his stupid ears, his lips.

"I love nothing in the world as much as you," he whispered, running his thumbs across Merlin's cheeks.

"Romantic now, are we?" He grinned, sliding his hands from Arthur's hips back and down, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer, grinding his hips up, pressing his hard cock against Arthur's. Arthur's eyes widened at the slightly unexpected turn of events, his mouth open. In literally any other situation, he wouldn't've dared, but he currently had a lap full of prince, so they were even on the level of intimacy.

"I could have you arrested for that."

"Before or after?" He asked, grinding his hips again, causing him to gasp loudly. He grasped the hem of Merlin's tunic in his fists.

"Off. Now." Merlin obeyed, lifting his arms above his head, allowing Arthur to pull it off easily, throwing it aside, kissing him again, harder this time, then pulling away to admire the sight. He'd never seen him shirtless. He never had any reason to. But now he wished he never put one back on. Not that it would've made a difference, but he was expecting him to be much… stringier. But it did make sense, he did lift his armor all the time.

"Up to your standards?" He asked, leaning back on his elbows so he could see better.

"You're… Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect." He struggled to find the right words before giving up and leaning down to kiss him again, hot, slow, heavy, gasping into his mouth, his hands everywhere, like he was drowning in him and couldn't hold on.

"You're rather pretty yourself."

"Shut up, Merlin," Arthur said, kissing back down his neck, his collarbone, his chest, sucking right over his heart. Merlin moaned again, catching a fistful of Arthur's hair. He slowly kissed lower, biting at his stomach, drawing lustful moans from his lover's lips, stopping just above the waistband of his trousers. He looked up at Merlin through his lashes, asking.

"Do you want…?"

"Yes. God, yes, I want." He returned to Merlin's lips as he fought with the laces before quickly pulling away to pull them off. He gently kissed up his length, tenderly resting his hands firmly on Merlin's thighs, before slowly licking from the base to the tip, staring darkly into Merlin's eyes, and, God, this was obscene.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, his breath warm against him.

"Yes. This is what I want."

Then his mouth was on him again, moans vibrating through him through his cock.

He was close, so close already, watching him attend to him, watching his cock disappear into Arthur's, the Prince of Camelot's, mouth, swirling his tongue around him, gripping his hips to hold him steady as Merlin fought to hold still. He took him fully, his throat closing around him, before pulling back to just the tip was in his mouth, then diving back in, ripping a fresh stream of moans every time. Merlin buried one hand in his hair, gripping the sheets with the other so tightly he thought they might rip, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to fight off his building orgasm.

"So good, fuck, Arthur, I'm-I'm so- so close," he gasped, struggling for words. Then his mouth was gone fully, causing Merlin to sob at the loss. Arthur returned to licking and sucking and biting at his neck, no doubt leaving horrible marks the next day, grinding his still-clothed hips against Merlin's.

"Arthur, please, I need-" he was cut off by Arthur biting his ear and whispering darkly, his breath hot and hungry:

"I want you to come inside me." Arthur pulled back on his knees to see his face, allowing him to sit up on his elbows. He stared at him, eyes wide. he wasn't sure why that had actually surprised him. This was the same man who was just sucking him off, but the idea that he would want something so… submissive? It was a shock.

"You want…?"

"I want you to fuck me. Come inside of me. Fill me. Make me yours, truly. Body and soul," he stroked down Merlin's chest, stopping right above his cock. Merlin didn't answer, still shocked at the request.

"I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine, I can just finish you off like this-" He stuttered, confidence faltering at the lack of response. The response he got was Merlin grabbing his shoulders and flipping him on his back, fighting with Arthur's trousers. He finally got them off, drinking in the sight of Arthur, fully naked, on his back, waiting for him. He'd seen all of this before, he was the one who dressed him most of the time, but he'd never seen it. Gotten to take it all in. His chest, littered with scars, his legs spread wide, his leaking cock. His eyes, dark, lustful, his lips, swollen and red, his hair a tangled mess.

"You don't have to, it's alright, really."

"I want, more than anything." He took hold of Arthur's cock, giving it a firm stroke, causing him to choke. Merlin stuck two fingers in his open mouth.

"Suck," he commanded. He obeyed, eyes closing again, swirling his tongue around as he'd done with his cock. Merlin pulled them out, easing one finger slowly into his hole, met with a soft whine. He added a second finger, curling them and causing him to let out a needy whimper, pushing against them, forcing them deeper. Merlin slowly scissored his fingers, stretching him out and hitting a place that made him gasp.

Merlin knew he was nowhere near ready, but he was ready to come at the sight of Arthur fucking his fingers alone. He pulled them out, causing Arthur to whine loudly, gripping at his shoulders. He lined up and pushed in, all at once, making Arthur arch his back, throwing his head back with a sob, his voice raw. He began to move, slowly and deliberately, then pushed deep back in, watching Arthur fall apart beneath him. He was on the edge, unable to hold back much longer, so, so hard it hurt.

Merlin came, filling deep inside of him, continuing to thrust through the aftershocks, determined to make his lover, his prince, feel as good as he had. Arthur was beautiful like this, like a painting, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his moans and whines punched out of him with every thrust, his eyes shut, and his head lolling to one side. Merlin felt a second orgasm building. God, Arthur could hold out a long time.

Finally, Arthur came loudly with Merlin's name on his lips, come splattering his chest. Merlin came a second time, gasping as he filled him a second time. He collapsed onto Arthur's chest, ignoring the come smearing on both of their chests, trying to catch his breath.

"I… I am sure everyone in the castle heard that." Merlin commented, breaking the silence. Arthur didn't respond, only kissed the top of his head.

"I'm sure that your father heard that," he grinned, resting his chin against Arthur's chest so he could look at him.

"Do not mention my father while your cock is still in my ass."

"Of course, Sire."

"Again. Do not call me that while you still have your cock in my ass."

Notes:

I hope y'all enjoyed, I really enjoyed writing this! If you have any suggestions, as I have in the first set of notes, the closest thing I had to a beta reader was Grammarly, so any suggestions for improvements are super welcome! I hope to write more for these two, even though I'm a little late to the party, so if y'all have any ideas for this or other plots, feel free to let me know!