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We found love in a hopeless place
It's been 5 years since this whole nightmare began, and both sides had sustained incredible casualties. The whole of Europe was fairly decimated, but England was definitely the worst. Perhaps the worst of it all was the fact that Merlin didn't know if Arthur was dead or alive. Yes, he thought about him often. How stupid they'd both been. Merlin was willing to fight for what he believed in, but it hadn't been about him - it should have been about them, about working it out together. It should never have come to this.
He still wears the engagement ring on his finger. He's almost lost it once or twice, but it's still there - and he makes sure to take care of it and clean it, repair it. But that's not what this meeting it about; he's been selected to represent the magical community in the negotiations. All they wanted was their freedom back. Magic wasn't inherently evil; it was people that used it for nefarious purposes, people that mistreated it. They were willing to help put those people in jail. If only the non-magic users would understand.
They're meeting on what used to be Parliament, reduced to rubble, now. Merlin's fiddling with his hands, twisting the ring nervously. They've set up wards already; there are a few other magical delegates and guards there, but Merlin is to do the central talking. Still, there's only so much they can guard against, and if the non-magic users decide to attack…well, the magic users weren't going to be too keen on reopening negotiations after that.
He still wears the engagement ring on his finger. He's almost lost it once or twice, but it's still there - and he makes sure to take care of it and clean it, repair it. But that's not what this meeting it about; he's been selected to represent the magical community in the negotiations. All they wanted was their freedom back. Magic wasn't inherently evil; it was people that used it for nefarious purposes, people that mistreated it. They were willing to help put those people in jail. If only the non-magic users would understand.
They're meeting on what used to be Parliament, reduced to rubble, now. Merlin's fiddling with his hands, twisting the ring nervously. They've set up wards already; there are a few other magical delegates and guards there, but Merlin is to do the central talking. Still, there's only so much they can guard against, and if the non-magic users decide to attack…well, the magic users weren't going to be too keen on reopening negotiations after that.
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Merlin groans, tipping his head back and letting Arthur explore his body for the first time in too long. "Arthur...God, I want you..."
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Merlin sighs happily, rocking his hips down on Arthur's fingers.
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"Thanks," Merlin chuckles breathlessly. "You certainly got ripped since I've been away. Or...ripped-er?"
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Merlin runs his fingers down Arthur's back lightly. "Not that you weren't already toned before..."
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"S'true," Merlin grunts softly when Arthur starts pushing in a third fingers, groaning quietly as he takes it. It's been a while since he's been stretched like that. "So hot. 'Member what I said when I first met you at that bar? Fuck, what was it called again - oh, right there - "
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"I was roaring drunk," Merlin laughs a little, which morphs into a moan at the stimulation. "And I stumbled over and complimented your fine arse. Then I think I offered to blow you. I'm a little fuzzy from there on..."
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"You love my ears," Merlin teases, nodding and wrapping his arms around Arthur's shoulders. "Yeah. So ready, Arthur, god."
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It's so...thrilling, having Arthur this close to him again. He was sure this was lost, like so many other things, in the war. But he groans, relaxing around him as he pushes in. "Fuck."
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"Forgot how big you are," Merlin laughs softly, his own cock drooling against his thigh.
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"Nope," Merlin smiles, doing his best to match Arthur's rhythm. "Just means you need to fuck me...more often..."
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Merlin devolves into a series of moans and approving sounds, rocking between Arthur's cock and his hand, his own tight and gripping Arthur's shoulders.
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"Yes - just like - fuck - " Merlin pants his encouragement, squeezing around Arthur as best he could at the rapid pace.
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It only takes a few more pumps of his hips into Arthur's hand before Merlin comes too, eyes flashing gold at the intense sensations.
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