We found love in a hopeless place

[ayoungboy]

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.

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[ayoungboy]

"I'm sure someone had their eye on you," Merlin purrs, hooking his thumbs in Arthur's beltloops. "Too hot not to draw attention."

[royalpratness]

"I'm afraid you're right about that." Arthur leans in for other kiss, grinding his hips down against Merlin's.

[ayoungboy]

"Mm, so am I. Guess I better remind you why you belong in bed with me." Merlin shivers pleasantly when Arthur grinds down against him, fingers working deftly on the man's fly.

[royalpratness]

"I'm on it." While Merlin is opening his fly, Arthur takes off his own shirt, swiftly followed by Merlin's.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin works down Arthur's pants before immediately going for the underwear, wanting bare skin. His own body is different than before. There are a few scars, marring his chest and shoulders. Magic could only heal so much; and sometimes it was the magic that left the scar.

"Fuck - " Merlin presses his lips to Arthur's neck, nibbling and trying to decide where to suck a mark.

[royalpratness]

Just as Merlin, Arthur has also a new collection of scars marking his body. "Yes, Merlin, that's the idea." Arthur pulls away from Merlin only to rid him off his trousers and underwear.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin is determined to memorize every new inch of Arthur's body, running gentle fingers over raised scars. "Mm, I hope it's more than an idea..."

He tangles their legs, pressing his lips to Arthur's collarbone as he finally decides where to leave his marks.

[royalpratness]

Arthur shivers under Merlin's touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "Don't you worry about that."

[ayoungboy]

"M'not," Merlin purrs, biting and sucking along Arthur's neck. One hand slides down, over his chest, to teasingly stroke along Arthur's dick.

[royalpratness]

Moaning, Arthur bucks his hips up against Merlin's touch. "Lube?"

[ayoungboy]

"I scrounged up a bottle," Merlin chuckles, grabbing his pants from where they were tossed aside and digging it out.

[royalpratness]

"I thought you might." Arthur smirks, leaning in for another kiss. He takes the bottle from Merlin, uncapping it and pouring some of the lube over his fingers. "You'll have to move a little." Their legs are still tangled together.

[ayoungboy]

"Mm..." Merlin wriggles back, situating himself further up the bed.

[royalpratness]

"Better." Arthur shifts just enough to comfortably reach between Merlin's legs. He gives his dick a few quick strokes before venturing further, running his fingertip over the rim of his hole.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin groans, tipping his head back and letting Arthur explore his body for the first time in too long. "Arthur...God, I want you..."

[royalpratness]

"Yeah, I want you too." Arthur keeps pressing small kisses to Merlin's lips while slowly stretching him open.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin sighs happily, rocking his hips down on Arthur's fingers.

[royalpratness]

"I really like your hair." Arthur comments, running his free hand through Merlin longer hair. "Makes you look younger."

[ayoungboy]

"Thanks," Merlin chuckles breathlessly. "You certainly got ripped since I've been away. Or...ripped-er?"

[royalpratness]

"Thanks to running around in the wilderness all day, yeah." Arthur laughs, nuzzling Merlin's neck.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin runs his fingers down Arthur's back lightly. "Not that you weren't already toned before..."

[royalpratness]

"You flatter me." Arthur brushes his lips over Merlin's collarbone while slowly pushing a third finger inside him.

[ayoungboy]

"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 - "

[royalpratness]

"The bar? It was called 'The great dragon' and Gwaine thought it'd be hilarious to drag me out there." Arthur doubts that he'll ever forget their first encounter. Damn, they had been so young back then. Humming, Arthur rubs his finger over Merlin's prostate again, only to pull his fingers back completely.

[ayoungboy]

"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..."