The Church of Hot Addiction (8b/?)

[van_x_tango]

Title: The Church of Hot Addiction
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-con for Arthur's age who although is not underage in the UK, he may be considered so in other areas. Bottom!Arthur. Porn fail. Blasphemy. Involves the catholic religion and priests being...unpriestly? The summary should help you decide whether you want to read or not.
Summary: Based on the prompt 'Arthur/Merlin AU, with reluctant priest!Merlin and bad Catholic!Arthur seducinghiminaconfessional'
A/N: Its been awhile hasn't it? Huge apologies everyone, and hopefully people are still willing to read this. A big thank you to devienta for beta'ing too. It was too big for one post so there's two.

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Friday

The camp seemed a much happier place the next morning. Arthur was still grinning like a loon, but Sophia avoiding him point blank at any extent.

After breakfast they were scheduled to do some biking, meeting the guide in a biking hut next to the path who greeted Arthur especially due to the day before.

It was probably one of the most relaxing things they’d done all week, or maybe Merlin just thought that because he had been cooped up with a bunch of kids and had a near death trauma on his hands.

All in all, he couldn’t wait to get back to the parish and reach familiar ground again, but for now he was just enjoying the ride through countryside’s and hillside paths. That and also enjoying the fact that the activity didn’t involve much contact with Arthur, who seemed to still be grinning inanely to himself throughout the day as if his face were stuck like that, even if he did realise Merlin was less than interactive towards him.

It was probably because he had sussed out that every time Merlin looked at him, he could not do so without mentally undressing him, even in the most unlikely situations, in turn causing him to turn away, blushing profusely and muttering to himself under his breath something about staying in control and not sinning.

Arthur couldn’t disagree more. Merlin still may have his godly ways but he had already broken, Arthur thought, smirking to himself. He would just have to bend him a bit further to get his desired results.

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“Father Emrys, I don’t mean to sound rude but why are we having a night-time hike? We already had a full forest tour on Tuesday!”

Gareth again was whining. It had become abundantly clear throughout the past few days that walking was his least favourite thing and that he would whine to any degree just to make it stop.

“Because you need the exercise.” Arthur muttered under his breath, Merlin shushing him with a stamp to his foot.

“It’s not just walking Gareth; you’ll get to see all the nocturnal creatures in the forest that we haven’t been able to see yet. Like owls and stuff.”

Gareth scowled. “If I wanted to see owls I would have gone to the bird sanctuary where they lock them in cages so you don’t have to search an entire forest for them in the pitch black.”

“Stop complaining and just enjoy it.” Arthur rolled his eyes, carefully trying not to shout all the names under the sun at the young lad and grabbed Merlin’s arm to lead him away before Gareth could say anymore.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve met anyone so infuriating.”

“Apart from yourself you mean.” Merlin said pointedly.

Arthur stopped brusquely, giving Merlin an incredulous stare before glaring. “Oh look, the priest cracks a joke, hardy-har-har. And here was me thinking you were always so serious.”

They entered a lighter clearing with the rest of the group after a while of just blindly trekking down narrow paths in the dark and pretty much finding nothing.

At least in the clearing they had enough light shining down on them from the moon and stars to see each other and everything else more clearly. It reflected like silver on the leaves and made the forest have more of a mystical feel to it.

“Right”, the guide said, rubbing his hands together, “We’ll turn about north west on this route. Many creatures tend to nest there so we should be in with a chance of seeing them.”

He marched off in the direction he mentioned, the rest following him.

No one was really surprised if this path had most of the creatures homing in it seeing as it was the equivalent to the setting of a hammer horror film.

The trees were unkempt, creaking in the wind along with the rustling of their leaves. Their roots straggling along the ground in bulges tripping any passerby face down into the mud that was traced with slugs and much more that Merlin didn’t favour thinking about.

This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind as fun, but at least it wasn’t long before anyone spotted anything.

“Was that a bat?” One girl as young as six asked excitedly.

The guide raised his torch searching the trees. Even if there was one, it would have been too quick to see. “I don’t think so.”

“It was, it was!” She squealed.

They spent the next few minutes trying to search the aimless places the girl was pointing to, not having any success in finding this mystery bat. Giving up, they started shuffling along again with much apathy.

20 minutes had past with little progress and only ghost stories to accompany them until they reached a deserted road side opposite long grass fields.

“Well that was useless”, Gareth muttered.

“But I swear there was a bat.” Said the girl again, looking down heartened.

Gareth didn‘t have time to correct her though as the guide asked the rest of the group, “Where’s Arthur?”

It wasn’t until then that anyone realised Arthur wasn’t there and hadn’t been with them for a while either. How Merlin could have missed that of all people, he didn’t know, but Arthur couldn’t resist making his life difficult so he wouldn’t be surprised if he ran off for the sake of his own amusement. But what if he didn’t? He was at the back of the group the whole time so no one would have noticed if he had got hurt or if some stranger had grabbed him.

Feeling helpless standing there, Merlin strode back towards the forest.

“Father Emrys, you can’t go by yourself.” Called the guide, walking up beside him.

“Just wait here and look after the others, I won’t be long.”

He disappeared into the woods, ignoring the others if they were calling him.

Walking back the way they had came, Merlin squinted in the dark, eyes peeled for any Arthur-like figures, trying not to think about how eerie it was being alone in the forest at night and then remembering Arthur probably felt worse off if he’d been in here this long.

He really wished no one had told those ghost stories now.

About 15 minutes later, he was gradually treading off the path, probably losing his way completely with no chance what so ever of finding Arthur. How he was going to explain this to Uther if he didn‘t find him soon, he’d prefer not to think, although he hoped Uther knew just how easily Arthur got into trouble anyway so he’d at least understand.

There was a noise somewhere to his right. He froze looking in the direction, only seeing more trees and bushes (he was really getting sick of them now) but the noise was still there, like someone kicking leaves.

He slowly walked over to it, peering around carefully, but the noise automatically stopped as soon as he accidentally stepped on a stick, the snap resounding through the air.

He cursed silently to himself, waiting a few seconds before moving again, but the sound had disappeared now.

He walked a little further, nearly stumbling down a concealed set of mossy stairs which led to a rather less frightening vicinity. Everything was brighter, there was more moonlight, no swampy mud on the floor, and even the tree colour was a lighter shade.

There were three seat-like boulders on opposite sides of the clearing, both also as mossy as the stairs and there was a small, wooden bench, only big enough for a child that was seated in the body of a tree, as if a triangle shaped doorway had been carved out of it.

There was probably little chance Arthur was sitting in there, he thought, inspecting the inside of it, having to kneel down to look inside. It did look pretty homey though.

He stood up fully, brushing himself down at the knees and turned back around only to come face to face with Arthur.

He jumped back, giving a tiny yelp in surprise and waited until his heart calmed down till he rounded on Arthur.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you, what happened?”

Arthur smiled amusedly from frightening him, before innocently answering, “Nothing, just hung back a bit.”

“Why?”

“I was waiting for you.”

Merlin moved forward, searching Arthur’s face confused, looking for any head wounds because Arthur really wasn’t talking sense.

“Right…well, the rest are waiting for us back there.”

Merlin pointed back towards the stairs, trying to estimating how long it would take to get back if they’d already been gone a while.

Arthur didn‘t pay much heed and just smiled as he said, “Well we better make this quick then, shan’t we?”

Before Merlin could ask what, Arthur descended to his knees.

“Err...Arthur? What are you doing?”

Arthur peered up at him, his eyes hooded with lust and smile devilish - the type of smile that struck fear into the hearts of a million - and then proceeded to raise his hands to Merlin’s belt, making quick work of undoing it and the zip.

Merlin jerked away, realising what Arthur wanted but came in contact with the tree, stopping him from moving further as Arthur shuffled the rest of the way over to him, wrestling down his trousers and pants. He was trapped.

“No, Arthur. Do not even think about putting your mouth there.”

Well that proved useless, especially as his fighting off Arthur wasn’t being any effective either.

He tried to side step away from Arthur’s oncoming mouth, but he had such a death grip on his hips it was almost impossible, and the worse thing about it was he was actually getting hard from this, much to Arthur’s joy.

Arthur held the base of his cock, stilling Merlin and licked a slow line up the underside of his prick, watching Merlin’s embarrassed face as he screwed his eyes and mouth shut against it. He’d have to do more, it seemed. He sucked the head in his mouth earning a low moan from Merlin while his nails embedded his palm. Getting there. Opening his mouth fully now, he went down on Merlin as far as he could and suctioned back up, doing this twice before finally hearing the cries he wanted from Merlin. Jack pot.

He retreated, looking up to smirk at Merlin. “You like that, do you?”

Oh great, Merlin thought. He’s trying to dirty talk now. Why is god so cruel?!

“What else do you like, I wonder?”

His gaze flicked from Merlin’s face back down to his cock, giving a studious look as if he was trying to work out the best manoeuvre to detonate a bomb.

He drew back in, his cheek rubbing against Merlin cock as he descended to mouth his balls, earning a sudden squawk from Merlin that was louder than any bird they’d come across in the forest.

Arthur’s mouth was soft and sweet, or at least it used to be. Now, his mouth was greedy and wet, as he sucked and licked at his flesh, nuzzling against Merlin’s groin breathing in the musky smell of sweat.

“You’re somewhat the oddity, Father. You spout all these things in church about sinning and how everyone shouldn’t do it with that pretty mouth of yours, and yet here you are, spread out before me, ready to fuck my mouth. I must say, there’s a much more filthier side to you than I thought.”

That smirk was going to start haunting his dreams if Arthur didn’t stop it. He was watching so intently, taking in everything that was Merlin, while slowly fisting his hand up and down Merlin’s cock, ignoring his own arousal in the interest of Merlin’s.

“That- that’s not- oh god!”

“There’s no point denying. No one’s a saint Father, least of all me.”

Merlin was more than aware Arthur was secretly the devil in disguise, no matter how much he looked like a saint staring up at him with those bright, blue eyes. All he needed now was a halo and he’d be an angel. So much for wishful thinking.

“I’ve done this on boys from school.”

Arthur was kissing down the underside of his shaft, eyes closed, listening to the little hitches of Merlin’s breath as he ran his thumbs in rotation over the milky white skin of Merlin’s hips.

“They’re nothing special,” he moved his head down, his kisses gravitating toward Merlin’s inner thigh then giving a playful nip and pulling back. “But they’re good practice.”

He admired the mark he left for only a second before he looked back up to Merlin’s eyes, his own ablaze with lust and need.

“And practice makes perfect, Father Emrys, because there’s nothing more I’ve wanted to see than you wrecked singularly from what my mouth has done to you.”

Merlin squirmed under his gaze. Arthur’s words, deep and husky, seeping into his mind and bedding there, making him want too. Want exactly the same as Arthur yet he knew he couldn’t. That was very much forbidden.

He started shifting sideways but Arthur’s grip on his hips retightened.

“Arthur, you’ve got to let me go. Anyone could see.” Merlin tried to say calmly, peering round in the dark while his breath still came quick.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

That’s all the warning he got before Arthur lowered his head forward sucked the head of his cock.

“Christ almighty”, Merlin moaned, head hitting back against the tree as Arthur’s head started to bob up and down his cock, chuckling slightly at the outburst causing a hum to reverberate against the crown of his cock before kneeling back off to look up at Merlin.

"You know, your mouth really does run when it’s not in priest mode."

“I - I don’t mean it - oh Christ, how are you doing that?”

He hadn’t been lying about practice. The hot sensation of his mouth, wet and warm around his cock was electrifying. The pressure heady while his tongue lapped at the angry red flesh before sucking again, rhythmically hard and slow, his hands rubbing up Merlin’s thighs, relaxing him, as Arthur hummed in delight.

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Arthur loved this. He loved how his hold over Merlin was starting to become stronger than that of any Gods. He would still depict what he must and mustn’t do but with time that would subside, Arthur would make sure of that. In honesty, he didn’t actually believe he’d be able to even get Merlin in such a position to do this to him, but Merlin’s lack of fight proved vital, sparking hope in Arthur that Merlin was starting to give in to what he couldn’t deny.

Of course, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was a chance that when they returned to Camelot things might go back to the way they were, but for now he’d just cherish this, the feel of Merlin on his tongue, the uncontrollable noises he released, the tremble of his muscles under Arthur’s hands, his body flushed and sweating.
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Arthur teased the head of Merlin‘s cock, feverishly flicking his tongue over the slit, swirling, appreciating the taste of precum in his mouth all the while holding the shuddering Merlin up against the tree.

Merlin’s hand reached out tentatively, hovering inches from Arthur’s head before he lowered it the rest of the way, fingers running through the soft, blonde hair, resting them just above the neck.

The movement had Arthur looking up surprised for a second, but the action spurred him on, increasing his speed as he worked his mouth on Merlin’s prick, enthusiasm building, his own saliva trickling down his chin from his eagerness.

He reached down, palming himself through his jeans, hand synchronised with the rhythm of his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

Merlin was trying to use as much strength as possible to keep himself from melting down to the ground and to keep is head from exploding. He was taking greedy gulps of the cold night air in his lungs, despite feeling like a wave of fire was erupting through them at every intake.

The sensation coiled out of control and he couldn’t take it anymore, so as soon as Arthur went completely down on him without stopping he couldn’t help but shout out as he came. He tried to pull Arthur’s head back but he refused to budge, drinking him in as if it were the most natural thing on earth to do, letting Merlin ride out his climax into his mouth.

His legs buckled under him as soon as Arthur let go of him and removed his mouth with a filthy pop.

Merlin was on all fours in the damp mud and leaves, heart pounding as he panted heavily trying to catch his breath. He felt completely spent and amazed at how Arthur could bloody well do that, although he knew somewhere deep down that he should most definitely not feel amazed by it and much more disturbed instead.

He heard a moan from in front of him, looking up to see Arthur working himself off so very close to him as Merlin had practically fallen almost on top of him, face hovering over his lap now.

He came within seconds of realising Merlin was watching him, came right into his pants without any time to stop the mess with his hand. Lucky enough it was night-time so no stain would be visible through his trousers in the dark.

They knelt there for a few minutes waiting for their rapid breaths to even out. Merlin didn’t even notice Arthur had got up after a while until his shoe came into view below where his head was facing the ground.

He looked up, finding Arthur’s outstretched arm offering a hand out to him. He hesitated for a few seconds before taking it because he doubted he’d have the strength to get up after that. He didn’t even have the strength to speak let alone move.

Arthur simply laughed as Merlin stumbled backwards into the tree, not a malicious laugh, but a happy one, a wide smile adorning his face.

“Enjoy that?” He asked as he drew Merlin in by his trouser belt and then proceeded to tuck Merlin’s shirt back into them and zip them up for him.

Merlin stayed silent,

“Lost for words?”

A tiny squeak emitted from Merlin’s throat causing Arthur to laugh again as he took it as a ‘yes’.

“Good. I knew you’d like it.”

Merlin wanted to protest but couldn’t bring himself to do it, so instead he let Arthur pull him away from where he was resting against the tree and shove him in front of him to where the path was, miraculously not falling as he did so.

He got about a step far when a hand slapped hard against his backside, earning an undignified yelp on Merlin’s behalf until Arthur came round from behind him and winked with a rather unsurprising smirk. Merlin was beginning to suspect the wind had made his face stuck that way.

“Spit spot, Father Emrys, don’t want to keep the others waiting.”

And he walked off - extra swagger in his step - back up the path, leaving Merlin to gaze wonder-eyed after him.


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Saturday

Finally, the last day had dawned in the form of combat paintballing.

The week had been…interesting. Not quite what Merlin had been expecting but he’d never been to one of these Easter camp places before so he couldn‘t exactly judge, although he was pretty sure blow jobs off of the bishops son were definitely a no-no on the activities list.

They had took so long returning to the group the night before that they didn’t hang around any longer to look for other creatures, but on the way back to camp Gareth happily pointed out an owl in the trees before he proceeded to whine more about the fact the owl was next to their camp so they didn’t even need to leave their tents in the first place, trying to hide the fact that he actually quite enjoyed finding the bird.

At least now he wasn’t complaining. Gareth, along with the others, found paintballing fantastic - none as much as Arthur, who was having a ball gunning Sophia down in a rainbow of colours with such a menacing expression and beastly war cries that Merlin couldn’t help but feel scared himself, thankful he wasn’t on the receiving end.

Unfortunately though, it didn’t take long for Arthur to seek out Merlin, tracking him down in the ‘Killer Maze’ and cornering him, Tippmann rifle ready and raised.

He was standing so close that when he gunned Merlin in the liver, he went straight down, clutching and wheezing. Arthur laughed delightfully and patted him on the head, kissing him quickly while no one was looking before running off again.

Later however, he managed to sneak up on Arthur and gun him too, not realising he had just encouraged him until Arthur was on his tail again for the entire time.

They looked like they’d been through an explosion in an art factory, stumbling out of the play zones looking like a painted canvas together once the ending signal called.

The day was thoroughly enjoyed though, and they ended up having a proper dinner instead of the usual porridge or rice, courtesy of the old man who’d helped them out all week.

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Merlin dumped down the last of his bags in the corner with the rest of his luggage, all packed and ready for their return to Camelot the next day. He’d be back in his warm, tiny quarters before sundown, settling down by his hearth, reading a book and drinking hot tea, because that was normal routine and it would at least be able to distract his thoughts for a few hours. Normal routine was far from how he’d spent his last few nights here doing.

The flapping of the tent door broke him from his reverie, turning to find the guide had entered, calm faced as usual, arms resting behind his back and eyes always slightly amused.

“I came to wish you farewell, it is doubtful I’d be able to see you off tomorrow.”

“Oh okay. Thank you for helping us out and all.”

“You do not need to thank me, it was my pleasure.” The guide held out his hand in a goodbye shake, letting Merlin accept it. “I expect you’ll be leaving early?”

Walking over to a pile of Arthur’s belongings on the floor, he started adjusting the pile to make it look less like a pigsty in the middle of the floor. “Yeah, it’s a long way back so we should get there by the evening.”

“Well then I wish you all the best in Camelot. Tell Uther I hope all is well.” The guide turned for his departure, shuffling towards the tent door.

“Will do. Bye.” Merlin replied, hand gestured up in a loose wave still busying himself with the pile until his head snapped up to stop the old man.

“Wait, who should I say was asking?”

Turning back around to face Merlin with a light impish smile, the guide responded, “I imagine Father Dragonson should be a jolt to his memory. Goodbye Merlin.”

He turned and left, a breeze swishing through the open tent door as he went.

Strange, Merlin could not remember giving him his name at all. It was not but 10 seconds until Arthur came sauntering in, football in hand and grass stains on his knees.

“All packed?” Merlin inquired.

Arthur gazed around sheepishly at his stuff. “Err…no.”

Merlin made a tutting noise, rolling his eyes as he stood up away from the pile. “Well then get a move on, we have little time.”

Arthur sighed irritably before throwing the ball into a corner and proceeding to collect a bunch of dirty underwear off the floor.

“Enjoyed the week?” he asked aimlessly.

Merlin thought to himself for a second. “It was alright. It’s been a mix of things I suppose.”

“There’s one in the summer, if you want to come to that.” Arthur said, almost hopeful. “No doubt my father will probably ask you to attend.”

“The only reason I’m here is because the previous leader had a paragliding accident.”

“Oh”, Arthur responded, sounding slightly disappointed for a second before his tone became normal once more. “Well you should come anyway. It does you good to get away from church.”

Merlin huffed a short laugh of disbelief. “I think we both know that’s far from true Arthur.”

“I think we both know that only you and you alone think that.” Arthur said giving him a pointed look. “I think it does you the world of good.”

Merlin walked over to his sleeping bag, toeing the disarrayed cover corners into line. “We’ll see.”

“If I have to hang around 5 year olds all day then so do you. I need someone to keep me entertained, and I’m only going to get that from you.”

Merlin spluttered indignantly, his voice a tiny pitch higher as he hissed, “Stop saying things like that!”

Arthur looked up completely confused from where he was packing everything into his bag not understanding what he‘d done wrong, but soon it dawned on him what Merlin was referring to.

“Father Emrys, no offence but your mind really does get a bit off topic sometimes. I merely meant it in a chummy way; I wouldn’t have assumed you to automatically think of it in a sexual sense instead.”

Merlin’s face turned a flame with embarrassment. He ducked his head, muttering incoherent excuses, missing Arthur’s slight hidden smirk.

“Erm-forgive me, I-I just thought…”

“Just thought…?” Arthur enquired, eyebrows raised questionably.

Slouching his shoulders, Merlin sighed, “Well, you do say and do things with a hidden meaning so you can’t really blame me for assuming.”

“Excuse me?” Arthur stared at him in utter astonishment before he burst out laughing as if such an accusation was foreign to him. “You’re so paranoid.”

He turned back to his bag, shoving as many clothes as he could fit into it while still chuckling to himself.

Arthur may have been right, he thought. Or at least he hoped he was because it would at least explain all the smirking and undertones and everything else about Arthur he thought he kept seeing.

He missed the flying roll of socks until it bounced off his head. He glared back from where Arthur threw it.

“Your dozing, Father. Best get to bed.”

He did feel pretty tired. The exercise of paint balling (trying to fend off Arthur really) mixed with packing had him yawning every few minutes. “Yeah alright, just put your bags in the corner with the rest of the stuff when you’re done, alright?”

Arthur nodded, not paying much attention as he determinedly tried to fit his football in his bag with everything else.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Father.”

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It must have been a little past two in the morning when Merlin was woken from sleep, a constant noise and movement disrupting him from his right side.

Looking into the darkness on Arthur’s side, he saw the even darker shape of where Arthur lay. He was moving around slightly under his covers and making muffled noises as if caught in the throes of a nightmare, a bad one from the looks of things. Either that or Arthur was just really fidgety, but Merlin didn’t peg him as the fidgety type.

He silently switched on the battery lantern by his head, blinking a couple of times to adjust his eyes as he sat up and looked over Arthur. He didn’t know whether Arthur would be angry if he woke him up or grateful. His hand slowly reached out to grasp the head of the duvet before he pulled it back.

Arthur’s eyes shot wide open straight away, face flushed and breathing hard as he looked straight back up at Merlin.

“Arthur what are you-oh.”

Merlin baulked, discovering Arthur hadn’t been asleep at all. His eyes trailed down Arthur’s body following his arm to where his hand was burrowed further down in his pants before trailing them back up to Arthur’s tomato red face.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Right well, ah-carry on, I’ll just…”

He speedily rolled over and buried himself under his duvet, willing himself to try with all his might to get to sleep and forget what had already memorized itself deep into his mind.

Silence followed, no more shuffling noises or moans from Arthur’s side of the tent but no noises of snoring or deep breathing either, until what felt like an hour later - but in fact only 5 minutes- Arthur broke it.

“Well this isn’t awkward at all.”

Merlin lifted his head slightly out from under his covers.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt; I thought you were having a nightmare.” How wrong that turned out to be.

“Far from it.” Arthur huffed a quiet laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t think I’d wake you so I just…went ahead.”

“No, no, I understand.”

Arthur gave an undignified snort, turning his head towards Merlin in the next bed. “Oh really? Quite odd considering you’re a priest that’s so intent on trying to seem like he knows nothing of bodily pleasures, wouldn’t you say?”

“I meant…” he made a bunch of hand gestures in the air trying to think of a way to put it. “I understand that…a boy of your age has…urges.”

Arthur‘s face looked completely horrified. “Please, please, don’t even try to explain. You’ll only embarrass yourself.”

Arthur turned back, eyes staring at the ceiling now as silence between them grew again. Merlin’s head had at least emerged fully from its original position far under his sheets; he even looked slightly less alarmed.

“Sooo…“ Arthur began. “Boy of my age, huh? Tell me, is this what you were doing at my age?”

Merlin shifted, looking over at Arthur scandalised and repeating what he’d just been asked in his head, waiting to see a crack of a smile settle on Arthur feature for the joke. He didn’t get one.

“Arthur, that is neither here nor there.”

“You're no fun”, he pouted. “Come on, whatever you say is secret safe with me.”

“It is none of your business.”

“You did, didn’t you? Didn’t you? Ha! Who would have thought, Father Emrys actually tugs one out from time to time!”

Merlin glowed impossibly red, turning away swiftly to ignore Arthur’s amusement.

“Oh, don’t be like that. It’s perfectly normal.” Arthur peered over his shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of his face, “No need to sulk.”

“I’m not sulking.” he replied, all too childishly.

“Mhmm. Convincing.”

He turned back to glare at Arthur. “I’m not.”

“Okay, okay, you’re not, I believe you.” He said, hands raised in defence up to his chest. He dropped them seconds later, but couldn’t resist adding, “Although you are blushing.”

Merlin groaned irritably, casting the best glare he could muster in Arthur’s direction causing Arthur’s smile to widen.

Just when he thought that was an end, “So, when was the last time?”

“Arthur!”

“What?” he innocently replied. “I’m just wondering! Man of your profession mustn’t get to do it a lot. Can’t really imagine going through that myself but, you know, whatever floats your boat.”

Merlin huffed an air of outraged annoyance. “This is so irrelevant.”

“Well it’s not as if there’s anything else to talk about.”

“So you decide to talk about this instead?!” Merlin responded disbelievingly.

“Jesus bloody Christ, if this is your reaction to wanking, a completely healthy act may I add, then I’d hate to think how ape shit you’d get about mutual.”

Silence.

“How do you get about mutual?”

“Oh for th-Is this how you usually talk to members of the clergy?”

“Do members of the clergy masturbate?” Arthur riposted curiously.

Merlin’s face scrunched, revolted. “Most probably not, no-and I did not say I masturbate!”

Arthur smirked across at him knowingly. “You didn’t have to; I saw certain dubious stains on your bed sheets when I helped you with the fete in your room.”

Merlin closed his eyes for ten seconds, trying to will away the building anger. “Arthur, I’ve taken a vow of chastity, whatever those stains were clearly weren’t what you thought they were.”

“I don’t want to burst your bubble or anything but I’m pretty sure - no, I’m certain - that you broke that vow already.” Arthur responded bitterly, his amusement dying. Merlin couldn’t even look at him.

“You’re wrong.”

Arthur brought himself up to rest back against his elbows, sighing angrily. “This is getting tiring now. Who exactly are you trying to kid?”

“Whatever’s happened the past couple of days, just forget it, nothing happened.”

“So you lied. ‘I wouldn’t take advantage or anything, I’m not like that’.” Merlin jumped as Arthur suddenly barked out a laugh. “How could I have even believed that?”

“But I’m not!” He scrambled up out of his bed over to where Arthur lay. “It just happened, I wasn’t trying to chase you into bed and cast you aside after if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Pah, you don’t expect me to believe that do you? Thinking you could fake this whole thing and still come out as perfect, innocent Father Emrys.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Arthur looked at him pensively; arms crossed tightly over his chest while all Merlin could do was kneel beside him waiting. If this is what Arthur really felt then he could say bye-bye priesthood because as soon as they return to Camelot it’s no doubt Uther would catch word of this off Arthur, saying how he used him or some other story putting him in a light that was possibly much worse than the one Valiant was in.

“Prove it.”

Startling back down to earth with a traumatised thought of what Uther would do to him, Merlin met Arthur’s gaze. “Huh?”

“Prove what you just said.” He said, as if it were simple.

“How?”

“I’m still hard, you can start there.”

“Pardon?”

Arthur rolled his eyes and pointed to his lap, the shaping of his erection visible through his pants. Merlin completely forgot about that. How Arthur had been able to talk without even paying any heed to it was a mystery to him.

“What about it?”

Arthur flopped back again his pillow, emitting a growl from his throat in frustration before he bought himself back up again to enunciate, “I want you to take your hand, put it in my pants and…well, I’m sure you know what to do from there.”

Face paling, jaw dropping and eyes widening, Merlin stared incomprehensibly at Arthur.

“What does that prove?!”

“That you weren’t simply casting me aside after.”

“But then what would that prove about me not taking advantage?” Merlin asked, bewildered.

Arthur sighed. “Just do it.”

“But-”

He was cut off as Arthur abruptly grabbed his hand and shoved it into his pants under the duvet. Merlin tensed up as he felt the heat from Arthur’s cock burning hot against his unmoving hand coupled with the heat of Arthur‘s intent stare.

He was motionless, confused and really quite alarmed.

“Arthur, I can’t do this.”

“Thought not. Seems I was right.” Arthur’s gaze lifted off his, staring up at the opposite wall with carefully controlled venom. “Pity.”

And Merlin was really very, very stubborn, but obviously his idiocy overrules that because he started moving his hand up and down Arthur’s shaft, just to spite him. Why that would be spiteful, who knew, considering Arthur’s reaction was anything but offended. Surprised, yes. Delighted, yes. Offended, no.

His head fell back against his pillow, eyes stuttering shut as Merlin’s hand hesitantly moved over his cock like it had all but two days before right in this very same spot, a groan sounding deep from his throat at the memory of Merlin’s hand.

Merlin gazed raptly at Arthur’s responses, filtering how only his hand was managing to draw out moans and jolted movements from Arthur without even putting in much effort, just simple up and down strokes. It was quite amazing really, which again, it shouldn’t be.

He didn’t know quite what else to do. Should he speed up? Slow down? Twist his hand a bit?

He accidentally squeezed tight at one point causing Arthur’s hips to buck straight off the floor wildly. He did it again, just to see if it would still have the same effect. It did, and with a pleased moan from Arthur too, feeling as if Merlin was finally cooperating.

Merlin wasn’t even aware he was cooperating though. He was taking in to account every reaction Arthur made to everything he did and repeated the ones he liked best, but he did it all automatically, he didn’t actually think about what he was doing and why.

It wasn’t long before he found himself growing hard, ashamedly. He tried crossing his legs to make it go unnoticed by Arthur, but he noticed the shift of Merlin’s legs and spotted it clearly through his pyjama trousers, an amused grin painting his face only causing Merlin embarrassment.

“I think that’s enough.”

He pulled his hand out from Arthur’s trousers, resolutely looking anywhere but Arthur and missing the incredulous look that was being directed his way followed by him also missing the hand that flew out and yanked him back down onto the ground as a rather determined Arthur straddled him.

“We’re just getting started.” he smirked; before he descended to crush Merlin’s lips with his own and grope the life out of him.

Merlin tried pushing at his shoulders all too weakly but when that wouldn’t work there wasn’t really any other option other than to comply. At least God couldn’t hold it over him for not trying, albeit weakly.

He let Arthur’s tongue explore the inside of his mouth, reciprocating to Arthur’s own as his hands travelled down Arthur’s chest searching for each shirt button and fumbling them open so that he could run his nails down his bare skin just so he could feel Arthur shudder against him.

Arthur’s hands had other ideas, trailing them down Merlin’s sides until they reached his waist band, prying his fingers inside to take a hold of Merlin’s prick. Merlin broke the kiss with a gasp.

“Arthur, we can’t-”

“Don’t say a word.”

He made quick work with his hands, deftly running them over his shaft wondrously making Merlin squirm under him and rut up into his hand whilst he bent down to reattach his lips to Merlin’s.

Merlin’s own hand’s raised up caressing Arthur’s neck, chest and back, tracing lines with his fingers over the smooth, golden skin before pulling back from the kiss again, forehead rested against Arthur’s and breath coming in deep puffs as Arthur’s eyes stared back at him hungry and blissful, desperate for more.

He lowered his head to the hollow of Arthur’s neck and mouthed insanely at the skin there before going lower and emitting a whimper from Arthur as he started to bite against his collarbone.

Arthur removed his hand’s from inside Merlin’s pants, grasping onto the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over Merlin’s head all too roughly, taking an extra second as his elbows got caught in the fabric.

He tugged down his own pants, kicking them off into another section in the tent, Merlin’s following suit.

Merlin paused contemplating whether or not to reach for his pants Arthur had just thrown in the corner and make a dash for it until the morning. Arthur probably wouldn’t let him.

“Well?” Arthur asked, waiting.

“Well, what?”

Arthur shifted. “Aren’t you going to… you know… fuck me?”

Merlin drew in a sharp breath.

“I most definitely wasn’t planning to,” he replied tentatively. “The vow, I know you said it was broken, but this would most definitely out of everything be the ultimate end. I don’t know if I can allow that.”

Arthur looked sympathetic for a second, but more disappointed.

“No one will know. No one has to know about this but you and me, okay?” He responded hopefully. “This changes nothing.”

He circled his hand around Merlin’s back and pulled back down on top of him.

“What do you say?”

Merlin stared up at him, internally battling between what to choose. This was his way of life Arthur was asking him to give up. It was everything he had built up and controlled over the years that Arthur was asking him to destroy over the case of a fuck. But the offer, it was so tempting. Only him and Arthur. They would only know and no one else.

“And if you think about it, we’re not at the church so would it really count?” He sensed Arthur was clouding his judgement. Of course he was, he was an over hormonal teenage boy who wouldn’t stop pestering him for sex. It was confusing and altogether worrying but he couldn’t help pandering to those feelings because he really, really wanted to and he had no excuse because he was a priest. He took a breath and nodded. God gives unconditional love and acceptance to all his children. He only hoped he was included.

Arthur kissed him leisurely and proud, like he could explode with joy, until Merlin pulled away.

“We don’t have any… stuff,” he said, uncertain.

Arthur raised an amused eyebrow, “Condoms and lube?”

“Yes, that,” Merlin blushed. “We don’t have any.”

Arthur thought for a moment. “Well…use saliva or something.”

“And no condom? Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” Merlin asked, unsure, earning a small chuckle from Arthur.

“I’m a virgin, you’re a priest. Where’s the STI in that? Well, apart from the oral, but those boys were clean...probably.”

Merlin pulled back slightly.

“You’re a virgin?”

Arthur went red for a second before flatly replying, “No need to sound so surprised.”

Merlin looked mortified. “No, it's not- I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What?”

Merlin tried to pull himself from under Arthur, who only tightened his thighs around him.

“Wait, it's alright-”

“-This is just too far-”

“-No, honestly-”

“-It should be with someone who-”

“I want you to!” Arthur half shouted defiantly and slightly annoyed, causing Merlin to stop trying to wriggle away from under him.

Arthur‘s face was vastly becoming a whole new level of red. “I’d… like it to be you.”

Merlin stared on wide eyed and speechless as Arthur looked anywhere but his face.

He didn’t know whether what Arthur had admitted made the situation better or worse. Oh god he was in trouble and Arthur, for all the arrogant, over-confidence prat that he was, seemed so vulnerable in that moment as if he thought he’d gone too far. To be honest he’d gone too far from the moment he first came on to him.

Whatever vulnerability was there was gone in a flash as Arthur composed himself to seem nonchalant. Watching him, a smile slowly adorned Merlin’s face as he looked back up at Arthur.

“Alright.”

Arthur looked back at him a little stunned, searching his face to see if he meant it. He gave a small laugh in delight before his smile turned wicked and he pulled Merlin’s upper half towards him while still straddled.

“Best make it good then.”

He groped Merlin’s backside and smirked.

No pressure then, Merlin thought.

He nudged Arthur’s knees further apart, cupping the cheek of his arse for easier access, trying not to feel embarrassed as he openly sucked his fingers thoroughly with Arthur watching and brought them to the tight ring of muscle in between his buttocks.

“Anyone would think you’re the blushing virgin in this situation,” Arthur commented.

Instead of replying, Merlin simply eased his finger in, silencing Arthur as he slowly moved it in and out. Arthur let out a sigh at the unfamiliar feeling, moving himself slightly to adjust.

He added a second not long after, listening to Arthur moan as he scissored and crooked his fingers up into the inner flesh deliberately to hear those noises again and again, watching Arthur who had his eyes closed attentively.

When he added a third, Arthur – needy with want - tried to thrust hard along with the torturously slow fingering Merlin was purposely doing and whined desperately loud when Merlin withdrew them.

He licked across his hand and brought it down to slick up his cock trying to get it as slicked as possible for Arthur until Arthur’s own hand reached over - licked and spit slicked - and took hold of his prick, wetting it as much as he could while Merlin’s hips jolted up into the touch.

Arthur grinned. “There, I think that should be enough.”

Arthur had both hands on the floor either side of Merlin’s head who looked up and met Arthur’s eye, a silent ‘ready?’ passing from him to Arthur. Arthur rolled his eyes and nodded like it was a stupid question and moved back to gradually lower himself on Merlin’s cock.

Merlin pushed in past the tense nerves, eyes squeezing shut against the tight heat. He stopped part the way when he heard Arthur emit a pained groan, looking to see his jaw clamped shut.

“Alright?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Carry on.”

He pushed slowly the rest of the way in panting hard. It had been a long time since he’d experienced anything even close to this and it was nearly all too much for him to bear.

Once he was fully buried to the hilt, Merlin gave a satisfied sigh before gazing up at Arthur’s uncomfortably contorted face. He grabbed his hand, holding it to try and make him more relaxed.

Arthur smiled gratefully as it helped him relax enough for Merlin to gradually start moving, thrusting in and out with short force that soon grew longer, harder and faster.

It wasn’t long until Arthur could feel the pleasure side of it.

There were little hitches to his breath each time Merlin pushed back in and Merlin couldn’t stop himself from making slight keening sounds in response to them. He leaned up and peppered small kisses over his chest, Arthur searching for his mouth to leave a long lingering kiss on his lips.

Suddenly, Arthur cried out, causing Merlin to stop concerned.

“What? Are you hurt?”

Arthur looked far from hurt, his wide, dark eyes looking at Merlin in sheer wonder before he grabbed Merlin’s hips and tried to force them forward again.

“God no, do that again!”

Confused, he obliged taking one hard thrust back in.

Arthur cried out again, throwing his head back with a snap as his body arched. Whatever he was doing, it was working, so he kept aiming for that same spot, watching Arthur enthusiastically grind down against him, mewling and moaning as the light from the lantern cast shadows over his body, outlining sharp muscles in contrast of the light, his body utterly beautiful.

The unwinding warmth in the bottom of Merlin’s stomach was uncoiling into all aspects of his body, building in intensity as he drove in and out, eyes screwing shut as it kept building, growing unbearable.

“I’m close,” he groaned.

Arthur lifted Merlin’s hand to his cock, wrapping his fingers around him to fist him to completion, simultaneously pushing back onto Merlin’s dick whilst pushing into his palm too.

“Harder,” Arthur tore out.

Merlin swiftly rolled them over taking Arthur by surprise as he pummelled in past his entrance, the new position giving space to go deeper and faster as Arthur securely wrapped his legs around him.

Arthur came seconds later with a cry of his name, quickly muffled as Merlin stuffed a hand over his mouth as not to wake the camp. He was quickly followed by Merlin, who muffled his own screams into Arthur’s neck, gasping for every breath of air he could take.

Riding it out with one another, their movements slowly died down until they were nothing but a pile of dead weight limbs on the floor.

Arthur whimpered as Merlin pulled back out of his hole, a slight welcoming sting settling in his place. They’re stomachs were covered in stringy cum that was cooling sticky.

Rolling to one side, Merlin grabbed his duvet, sweat quickly turning cold as the midnight air breezed over him, throwing it over him and Arthur, head hitting a pillow as he gazed around the tent feral-eyed.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

Arthur looked over at him, and grinned. “I can, you're different.”

“What do you mean?” Merlin asked, confused.

Arthur raised himself on his elbow, face resting in his palm. “Well you don’t act like a priest to be honest. Some of the things you say are definitely unholy, and your responses to some of the things I say are questionable.”

Merlin looked away decidedly uncomfortable.

“I forget myself sometimes.”

“I can see that,” Arthur laughed, before flopping back down and closing his eyes.


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Sunday

Merlin had never been more glad for the invention of inner tent zips, otherwise the kids thumping on the tent from the outside would have surely come in by now faced with a cock and arse view of him and Arthur. Things were awkward enough as it were, getting up and sharing the odd glance here and there.

They had overslept and were running at least an hour late in setting off, so they had quickly dressed, grabbed their stuff and just left. Left with a bunch of children singing happy camp fire songs, constantly stopping for toilet breaks and always having the need to snack. Merlin felt a headache coming on. It only dissolved when he saw the high towers of Camelot Cathedral come into view.

About two hours after that, they found themselves ambling down the street leading up the grand building, parents gathered outside waiting to collect their children.

Home! Merlin inwardly squealed.

He caught sight of Uther gathered with the rest of them. He had a sickening feeling that Uther would spot his guilt a mile off or somehow Uther's hawk-like eyes would spot a miniscule trace of his cum on Arthur’s mouth, or any other visible part of him.

He shuddered at the prospect.

And then there was Morgana, the only one paying any attention to the group of screaming, fighting, giggling children making their way down the road. She caught one look of him and then Arthur and then looked unquestionable to him henceforth.

Finally reaching their destination, the children spread out to their own families, ready to be taken home as Merlin tried to sneak his way over to the wooden side-door further down the path.

“All went well, I hope.”

He jumped, startled, turning to see - oh great - Uther.

“Bishop Pendragon, nice to see you again. Yes, the week’s been extremely well.”

Merlin smiled, excluding Arthur’s drowning and the despoiling of his own son from that statement.

“Wonderful, Arthur here tells me it was most splendid.”

He looked to where Uther was pointing behind him, seeing Arthur bickering with Morgana about something or other.

“Well, I’m glad he enjoyed it.”

“Yes, yes.”

His expression was changing from less of a normal smile to more of a suspicious one.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he screamed in his head. He knows, he knows! I’m going to hell…

“It’s funny,” he enquired, “When I said Arthur would be going it almost seemed like you didn’t want to go.”

“What? No, no! That’s - that’s not true!” He tittered, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I merely thought that because he’s so much older than the others that he might not enjoy it as much.”

Uther regarded him for a second.

“Yes, you're right. I hadn’t thought of that. Well at least you made it worth his while. Thank you.”

He turned to leave, not catching the completely horrified expression Merlin gave at the meaning behind his words. He was free to breath now, turning to pick up his luggage and leave, until he remembered and turned back.

“Oh yeah, a Father Dragonson wishes you well.”

Uther stopped dead in his tracks and slowly, slowly pivoted to look at him, face exceedingly pale and haunted. Merlin gulped.

“What?” He growled.

“Err… Father Dragonson wishes you well?”

His voice had raised an octave by the time he reached the end of his sentence.

Uther stood there, staring, then did something unexpected. He laughed. He laughed so loud everyone stopped and stared. He was howling.

“Are you alright?” Merlin asked, concerned as Uther continued.

“Yes, yes! It’s funny, you see, because I haven’t the foggiest who that is.” The laugh almost seemed forced now, and was scaring most of the children. Morgana merely looked amused.

“How’s that funny?” He heard Gareth mutter to his father along the side lines.

“Really?” Merlin asked. “I think you do-”

“Don’t!” He stood ferociously from his doubled over position, situating a menacing glare on Merlin before turning, clothes swishing like a cape as he left, storming in through the front doors of the cathedral.

Everyone watched him go before their gaze swivelled back to where Merlin was standing, finding nothing was there.

He had already legged it, tail between his legs.

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As you can tell, I fail at anything sexual -_- Plus Arthur goes out of character a lot so apologies and I really hope the waiting hasn't put anyone off.