Title: The Taming of the Prat
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Lancelot/Gwen
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Merlin has Uther's son hoisted onto him in a last ditch effort to 'straighten Arthur out', Merlin's world is turned upside down by the blonde arse, who makes him confused one minute, want to kill him the next, and reluctantly aroused the next...
Merlin hadn't slept all night, and the reflection in the bathroom mirror betrayed that.
Sighing as he dried his face, Merlin put on his cologne and hesitated inside. Uther had plastered Arthur's class schedule on the fridge sometime before walking in on the embarrassing and compromising situation the other day, so Merlin knew that Arthur needed to be up to get to some early classes. Problem was that Arthur had still been sleeping when Merlin had gone to bathe, and if the prat was still asleep Merlin was going to have to wake him up, and he really didn't want to. It wasn't that he was afraid or anything, but he didn't know how to react. Dinner had been awkward the night before, and Merlin had spent all night trying to figure out what had happened in the kitchen and what his next move should be.
In the end, around four in the morning, he'd realized that Arthur was just proving to himself that he could attract whomever he wanted.
And that pissed Merlin off a little.
Sighing, the tall, raven-haired male left the bathroom and waited.
The flat was silent.
The prat had yet to wake up.
If it wasn't for the fact that Uther was counting on him, Merlin would have just left and let Arthur miss his class. But Uther had made Arthur go to live with Merlin for him to be straightened out, and Merlin was just going to have to be the better man.
Even though he really didn't want to.Channel Lancelot's nobility and meekness.
The tall male went to Arthur's door and knocked.
"Arthur." He called against the wood. "Wake up."
Merlin closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Oi! Prat!"
Growling a little, Merlin tried the handle and opened the door when he found it unlocked. The room was dark, and incredibly messy, and Arthur was in bed, up to his head completely covered by the blanket.
Sighing, wondering just how used to being awoken by someone else Arthur was, Merlin entered the room and navigated through the mess.
Arthur was going to clean this the moment he got home from school.
"Arthur, wake up. You're going to be late for your first class." Merlin reached the bed and shook the lump in the bed.
"Lerrof." The person under the blanket grumbled.
"What language was that supposed to be?" Merlin snorted, shaking harder. "Get your arse up and-." He gave a little shriek when Arthur's hand shot out from under the blanket and connected with his wrist, yanking him down on top of him on the blanket, and securing him there. "Let go of me you lazy sod!"
"Shhhhh." Arthur mumbled sleepily. "Shurrup."
Merlin sighed and rolled his eyes. "Let go-and get up."
"I am up."
"No you're not." Merlin started. "You're lying in bed and-oi! Watch who you poke that with!
Arthur chuckled with sleepy amusement while keeping Merlin hugged up against his chest and...which was still noticeable despite the blanket between them. "S'normal."
Merlin snarled and pinched at the arm holding him.
" Arthur yelled, letting go and jolting up out from under his blanket. All sleep seemed to have been replaced by fury as he rubbed his arm. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Take a wild guess." Merlin hissed, trying to get out of the bed but somehow found himself tangled up in the blanket and sheets.
"Oi!" Arthur snapped and reached forwards, grabbing Merlin.
They struggled, and considering their body mass Merlin wasn't surprised when he found himself pinned under an angry Arthur on the bed. The blonde's eyes were dark as he straddled Merlin's narrow hips, his hands clasped around Merlin's wrists, keeping them pinned against the pillow on each side of his head. His morning erection tented his pajama bottoms, and was enough to make any man self-conscious.
"Let me up." Merlin ignored the impressive Little Pendragon and instead chose to glare up into Arthur's face.
"Not until you apologize for attacking me so viciously." Arthur sneered, pressing down harder on Merlin's wrist and hips, securing the lithe male beneath him easily and letting him know that if he didn't allow it, Merlin wouldn't be moving.
"I refuse." The dark haired male declared, determined. "You want to try out your newfound bisexuality? Find someone else. I'm not interested in children."
"Children?" Arthur scoffed. "I'll have you know that I'm older than you!"
"You couldn't tell that by just looking at you." Merlin countered. "Mentally you're ten years old. And a spoiled ten year old at that!"
Arthur growled down at him. "Take that back."
"Can't handle the truth, can you?" Merlin refused to struggle, refused to remind Arthur how much stronger he was. "You're spoiled rotten. You're immature. You're irresponsible. If you were any younger I'd throw you over my knee and spank you. God knows you never got the ones you needed in your childhood!"
Arthur tightened his hold mercilessly on Merlin's wrists. "And who the hell died and made you so grand that you think you can judge me?"
"I'm not judging. I'm calling it as I see it." Merlin replied testily. "Now stop poking at me with your fuckin' cock you wanker!"
Something shifted in Arthur's face and he sneered. "How about a kiss?"
"How about a kick in the arse!"
Arthur chuckled darkly. "Give me a kiss and I'll let you go. I'll even be gracious enough to forget what you just said."
"No thank you." Merlin glared up at him. "You want to try kissing a guy-I told you what you can do. Find someone else who doesn't mind your terrible personality. Me? My kisses are rewards, and you've done nothing to deserve a reward."
Arthur snorted. "Reward? Gosh Mer
lin, you sound awfully confident about your kissing skills."
"I haven't heard any complaints yet." Merlin pouted, feeling out of sorts as suddenly neither of them seemed angry anymore.
This was confusing.
Arthur was draining.
"Please, if last night was anything like how you usually kiss they don't complain as to not hurt your feelings."
Merlin narrowed his eyes. "I didn't kiss you back last night because despite the fact that you are visually appealing, any sort of attraction stops there. You're not my type, so why would I put any effort into a kiss that I didn't really care about?"
An odd emotion crossed over Arthur's face, but he pushed it away and let go of Merlin's wrists, sitting straight up as he continued to straddle him. "Prove it. Prove you're a good kisser."
"What is this? First grade?"
"Don't think you can live up to your words?"
Merlin's eyes were so narrowed they were slits. "Fine
." Reaching up with his now free hands, he pulled the blonde down towards him and looked into those closed off, blue eyes. He hated himself for the way his heart began to beat a little faster in his chest, but Merlin continued on, running a finger over the patch of skin over the pajama bottom's waistband.
Arthur's breath hissed in surprise as his muscles contracted at the touch.
As usual, Arthur was shirtless, so Merlin's hand had free access as he softly explored the muscles, taking his time. Half of the reason why was because he knew that anticipation was a great key in how he worked, but the other half was because he was reluctantly fascinated with the way the muscles moved under his touch. He'd never been with anyone like Arthur, had never been able to do this before, and he received a morbidly perverse amount of pleasure as the muscles nearly jumped at his feathery touch.
Above him, Arthur's breathing was becoming erratic.
Merlin's hands journeyed up that sculpted body, and his first contact with that golden chest hair was fascinating. Instead of being coarse and odd to the touch as he'd thought it would be, the hair was soft and Merlin was shocked at how much he liked the feeling of it beneath his fingertips. He kneaded the flesh with his fingers.
A half-choked sound caught in Arthur's throat.
Gaze journeying up to Arthur's face, Merlin was surprised to find those eyes closed, and those lips parted.
Merlin felt himself hardening at the sight.God
He'd never admit to it aloud, not even if it would save his life...
...but Arthur was fuckin' gorgeous
Unable to take it anymore, Merlin reached up and guided Arthur down a little further until their lips could meet comfortably. And meet they did. The kiss didn't have the finesse or poise or anything Merlin had been aiming for. It was hot, loud, wet, and teeth were involved as well. Arthur responded vigorously. Their hands were everywhere, their mouths dueling, the sounds they made belonged in a porno.
Merlin was fucking hard.
It was painful.
And he could feel Arthur throbbing above him as he groaned into the kiss.
Merlin's hands clenched tightly in Arthur's hair.
He wanted to pull that head slightly, to arch that neck, and taste the salt on Arthur's skin.
His hips bucked at the thought.
Arthur half snarled, half whimpered.
Merlin's eyes flew open and he pushed Arthur away before scrambling off of the bed, snatching a pillow to cover his embarrassingly needy erection.
"What. The. Fuck?
" Arthur snarled from the bed, glaring at him, pupils dilated, eyes dark.
He almost looked animalistic in his displeasure...in his need.
"And that is why I don't get complaints." Merlin cleared his throat and was glad when he realized that the darkness of the room would be enough to cover up his...affected state. "Now get up and go to class." He then edged out of the room and closed the door behind him on his way out.
"You fucking cock tease
!" Arthur yelled, and something hit the door.
Merlin closed his eyes, trying to control himself and his desire to go back into the room and-.No, Emrys. That's just what that prat wants. He's used to having his way, and having who he wants. And for now-for some very inexplicable reason-its you. And you're going to teach him that he doesn't get what he wants just because he wants it.
With a wince, he walked away from the door, hoping he'd calmed down by the time he made it to the campus.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
Merlin looked up as he left his last class for the day, and blinked when he saw the handsome, dark haired, tanned man with green eyes leaning against the wall. "Kanen? What are you doing here? Is mum alright?"
Kanen nodded, smiling at the thought of his wife. "You know Ithy, she's soldiering on despite the fact that the morning sickness has set in."
Merlin blinked as he went to join his step-father. "Already?"
"Says its worse than when she was pregnant with you." The older man nodded, hands in his pockets. "She's getting the moodswings too. Terrifying woman."
When his mother had met Kanen he'd been a delinquent of the worst kind. He'd been deep into a near mafia-kind of gang, and from the little Kanen would speak about it, he was very much the leader of the gang. That was why he'd ended up in the Emergency Room Hunith worked in, and he'd fallen in love with the sweet little woman tending to him. After meeting Hunith Kanen had straightened out his life, and while he would never be Balinor, Merlin had grown quite fond of the man. He'd been a little wary when his mother had told her that Kanen had asked her to marry him, but the thirteen year old had had a long, man to man conversation with him and had decided to give his blessing.
He was glad he had.
He'd never seen his mother this happy after his father's death, and while a part of him would always feel she belonged to Balinor Emrys, he knew that Kanen Ealdor made her happy and smile and Kanen had changed completely for her.
And Merlin was happy for them to have found a happier life together.
"She's been going over your baby things."
"Not the baby booties." Merlin bemoaned in embarrassment.
"Yes, the booties. And the baby pictures." Kanen snickered, proving he still had some evil inside of him. "She wants to hang up the picture with you wearing nothing but your pa's neckerchief."
"Kanen!" Merlin turned to him in horror. "Burn that picture! Bribe her! Do
"You're a big lad." Kanen's hand came down on his shoulder. "You can face her in all her mood-swing glory yourself." He raised an eyebrow. "But don't do anything to make her cry. She's very sensitive right now."
"And you don't come to visit as much as we'd like and you know that makes her resort to using Gwen as a spy to find out what's going on in your life." Kanen's eyebrow was raising. "She feels left out, unneeded, completely alienated from your life. She did give birth to you, you know. The least you could do was visit her once every two weeks. She's given up trying to make you go to Mass with her every sunday, so shouldn't you do some compromising as well?"
"She wrote this speech and then made you memorize it, didn't she?" Merlin frowned.
"Of course she did." Kanen replied, obviously relieved to have been found out. "I'm telling you, she's terrifying right now. I'd agree to anything
Merlin tried his best to keep from laughing, but he couldn't. "Mum couldn't hurt you if she tried."
"She's taken a swing at me with her wooden spoon." Kanen countered. "Point is, the reason she kicked me out of our home and sent me on this mission is because she wants you and the Pendragon boy to come to dinner one night this week. And frankly, I want to meet this boy too. If he's going to be spending time with you I think your mum and I both should have a look at him."
Merlin's eyes widened. "How did you two-?"
"Gwen found out from Lancelot, and Hunith found out from Gwen." Kanen hesitated. "I feel the need to warn you that neither female is happy that Lancelot found out before them."
"Well, on that cheery note, I'm off." Kanen announced. "Call your mum and let her know which night to cook excessively for." And with that he was gone.
Arthur...meet his mum?
He hung his head.
Why did this seem like the perfect set up for disaster?-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
Merlin had visited the shops advertising a job on his way to the pet store, and during his break he sat in the back munching on an apple and going over the different positions and stores, wondering which would better suit Arthur.
To be truthful, he really didn't know much about Arthur except that he was a prat and apparently a gambler...and neither could really be used to judge what sort of job would be good for him.
"I thought you said we'd look at the jobs at dinner."
Jerking, Merlin dropped the apple and blinked when Arthur used some excellent reflexes to catch it, taking a bite out of said apple.
Merlin narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure you haven't read Twilight?"
Arthur gave him a confused look as he chewed.
Merlin shrugged that off before standing, not exactly sure how pissed Arthur was after this morning, and what he was doing at his work. "Can I help you?"
Arthur ignored him and slid into the seat next to his, looking at the ads. "These look boring."
"It's what's out there." Merlin frowned, confused as he slid back into his seat and peered at Arthur, who was eating the rest of his apple. "See any that you might be able to do?"
"I have the capability of doing whatever I put my mind to." Arthur replied loftily after swallowing. "I just need the right...motivation."
Merlin couldn't help but remember Uther saying something similar.
He leaned closer to get a better look at the advertisement Arthur was tapping with his fingers. "A book store." Meriln blinked, turning to look at Arthur in surprise. "You'd like to work in a bookstore?"
"Never said liked
. I said it would be bearable
." Arthur corrected in a bored manner, finishing the apple and throwing it perfectly into a trash can a little distance away.
Merlin eyed him curiously before leaning back in his seat. "What exactly are you doing here, Arthur?"
"Waiting for motivation."
Merlin waited for more.
He didn't get any.
Sighing, he looked up at the clock. "My break's over. I have to work, so-."
"Yeah." Arthur nodded, standing. He shucked his hands into his jeans pocket.
And he walked away.
Merlin watched him go, confused.
When exactly would he start understanding the mind and actions of Arthur Pendragon?