Title: Forget
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin Prince Arthur
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Warnings: Erotic, Slash, One
shot Summary: And then ... it was not true ... how could he wanted to forget.
who had been But the limit was too high ... they had gone too far.
knew that from that day and all damn day to come, the memory of that night would follow him like a shadow, like a poisonous contagion, consumed with desire ... a desire that could not fill.
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Disclaimer: history written for fun, not for profit. The characters belong to BBC.
Forget ...
-... You're leaving? -
Merlin did not reply. Sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his shirt in silence.
And always silently renew his handkerchief around his neck.
not had the courage to turn around. He wanted to just disappear! And delete everything! Everything!
But as they got to that point! How was it possible that until the night before had joked and bickering as usual, and then found themselves a.. .. Or do but how could this happen?!
He clenched his eyes as he heard the voice of Arthur.
The voice heard all night was whispering in her ear, she had seen change the tone ... panting and moaning his name .... which led him to ecstasy, perhaps more than any other gesture.
But now that voice was in awareness ... awareness of what had happened, how they were found and taken ... ... and loved ... and still be taken.
of how close they were, that was almost missed their breath and how they were touched and caressed .... ... and kissed ...
He forced himself to reply, even if it cost him a huge effort and struggling to get out the words from his lips.
-I gotta go .. be worried or Gaius ...-.
He got up and walked toward the door, without throwing a glance at Arthur.
He knew that if he just looked at the truth of what had happened would have befallen him, upon them.
And then ... it was not true ... how could he wanted to forget.
who had been But the limit was too high ... they had gone too far.
knew that from that day and all damn day to come, the memory of that night would follow him like a shadow, like a poisonous contagion, consumed with desire ... a desire that could not fill. The hands of Arthur that
touched him ... the burning heat of his skin.
He would never forget the feeling of being within themselves ... to tighten it, to desire as he had never desired anything else.
Her voice ... her moans ... her body close to him ... on him.
waves of chills that he had heard, the way their lips were looking for and the manner in which it had owned the other, making the feeling completely ... to submit to trust blindly. Of
as Arthur nearly trembled ... and pushed him.
And how he had finally come true ...
But he could not move another step.
could not abandon them. Not after what
had shared.
Not after what he heard.
When Arthur took him, the magician had heard him whisper, as if to himself, "Damn ... how I love you ...", in an almost inaudible but had noticed ... , losing control and clinging to him to feel more and more ... the face sunk in the hollow between his neck and shoulder ... along his back with his hands, stopping on the lower back ... ...
Then his voice died in the mind.
too conscious of what he was doing with the other half of himself.
He sank his fingers through his hair, took her face in her hands and touched his lips with his fingers ... ... and the curve of the eyelids and cheeks ...
Arthur did not dare open my eyes, terrified of being in front of those blue irises and suffocated in the knowledge that you would read.
Instead she had kissed him without breath, even if that kiss from her life depended on it .. and it was pushed more into him, making him tremble.
At that point he had felt the impulse to stop, for many reasons ... for fear of hurting him ... for fear of abandoning it altogether.
There was nothing wrong and he knew it, but let go right with him ... would have been different. Having crossed that threshold, then go back would not be possible.
At that moment, however, Merlin took under his neck to kiss him slowly, gently, to the chin and bite plane. All
his will gave way. Fine.
The threshold was crossed.
began to travel that pale body with his hands, the ribs, hips, trapped under him and touched his collar bone with his lips, and meanwhile pushed so deep and slow, enjoying every moan and every bit of heat released from that secret place. A moment later
Merlin whispered his name.
And the moment after that he wished with all his heart that Arthur had not heard. He was wrong. That
moan softly, quell'inudibile petition, had triggered something, and the prince had lost all reason. The Wizard
heard him sinking his head into his neck, to vent the groans, panting loud and increasing the pace of his thrusts, squeezing his shoulder with one hand while the fingers of his intertwined over the cushions.
and Merlin had heard the pleasure overwhelm him and he was sunk in the most sinful and damned of hell.
He had heard the body stiffen for a moment, his lips were parted by the sun, and a strong heat had flooded her face. A
unbearable heat, which already went over his head. Or maybe were the groans of Arthur's doing.
At that point, the reason he lost it against that last glimmer of lucidity and a moment later he bit the strong shoulder of Arthur, not to yell while orgasm invade it.
Feeling the squeeze of the other teeth around his skin Arthur went even further in that hot body.
what he was doing went against everything that he had been taught, against all his principles, against what should have been for his father, for his people, to Camelot.
But he decided to think first of himself, for a moment.
to indulge a night of pure ienbriante, pale freedom.
But now he was afraid.
The moment he realized that the boy was giving way under him, for he was so instantly. And she was scared.
was a completely different emotion than the background ... .. the other person ..
But it was too late to think and breath of Merlin ... her slender fingers ... his warm skin ... her perfume ... had declared his conviction.
It also gave him moaning loud and buried his face in his neck of the dark, not to be seen, because he was afraid that her eyes would betray him, that would reveal what had been lost in the body the last person on earth, with whom he never thought to try a feeling like that.
A moment later, it had remained motionless for a time that seemed endless ... Merlin infinitely embarrassing.
Arthur breathed against his neck, and Merlin hidden in the hollow between the shoulder and collar bone of her lover, she dared not speak, dared not even breathe. Arthur
plane took off from him, with extreme delicacy.
not had the courage to look.
The prince settled at his side, resting her hand on his arm, touching it just to hear it .. not to delude themselves that it was was only a dream.
And even though he had the courage to turn around, Merlin had responded to the touch, stroking his fingers up as a tear descended slowly.
fell asleep like that. Or rather, fatigue had won against the will not to yield.
But the night had decided otherwise. On waking
Merlin was still turned on its side and pressed him Arthur weaving their hands on his belly.
For an awakening so sweet the magician was not used.
Even before the conscience is aroused, however, already knew what had happened: the tremendous feeling of guilt had awakened before him, becoming way to remind him in a moment, in every moment of his first night of physical love.
He gently moved away from his body and Arthur got up to dress.
But the prince had noticed his absence.
Merlin halted with his hand on the door.
-Arthur ... I do not know what to say ... ..- and it was true.
-...- I'm sorry he said.
-What exactly? - Heard him ask with a note of anxiety mixed with pride.
-Di ... have ... I should not give ...-. His hand gripped the handle. Look at me ... please
-Merlin-LOOK.
-I can not not ... I can not! -.
And he left, closing the door behind him, taking a run up to the rooms of Gaius, which fortunately was not there, so did not see it thrown on the bed and cry, without the courage to curse that perfume, that if you touched the hands, he could still hear.
END
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