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Challenges of the Heart	By : CrazyEyesChick Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Sexual content ahead, male/female, mentioning of slash male x male. If not your thing, turn back and skip the middle part to the next chapter please.

It had been an eventful day for King Arthur. As much as he hated admitting it; he needed Merlin. Arthur laid in bed, alone, thinking. Remembering council meetings, writing speeches, dressing up for the day and training activities had gone horrible. He was stubborn, just to prove his point. In the end, all it proved was that Merlin' s presence was needed. Merlin was right, damn him and his stupid, yet smart thinking. Lucky, Georges had taken care of cleaning the stables and his armor and Gwen had helped him with his duties, which he usually left to Merlin.

Thinking of it, Merlin and Gwaine still did not make it back home yet. Perhaps they were drunk at the tavern already, sharing intimate moments.

He had to stop coming back to that image. It was their business. Yet, "why do I feel such anger thinking about them together" he reflected on staring at the ceiling. Pulling at his silky blond hair, he was even more confused. He had Gwen, he loved her. Perhaps, not as much as your servant, his mind replied. He really should get some sleep. "Arggg... Just close your eyes Arthur..." he kept turning in his bed, too warm, too cold, he didn't know. His sore, tense body did not help either. He was exhausted."Damn you Merlin, let me rest!" He yelled in his big head. Maybe his chosen clothes were not fit for such warm weather, even at night. In reality, he had picked at random: a woolen red pair of trousers, golden colored bunny briefs and a white linen shirt . He had no clue what to wear for bed, Merlin usually took care of that, leaving the change of clothes on the huge bed near his fluffy pillows.

Deep in thoughts, eyes shut; he did not register the warm smooth body that slipped past his duvet, into his large king size bed, flushed against him. Gwen smiled sweetly at her husband.

'Guinevere!' He said

' Hello Arthur' she replied. She sounded tired.

' Is there something the matter, my Queen?'

He turned to the side to gaze into her huge brownish eyes, full of love. A sudden pang of guilt travelled through his core.

' Does a wife need a reason to join her husband in bed?' She asked, teasingly.

'Oh! Sorry Guinevere, I guess my thoughts are somewhere else tonight. I am happy by your presence beside me tonight; it's refreshing in fact.' He honestly believed. Gwen had this ability to make you forget your troubles and calm your soul. He was really glad she was always there for him. She made a very wise Queen. " She deserves so much better than me; a husband who would love her as much equally." He came to realize.

But lately, since merlin and he had that fight, that did not seem to hold true for his case anymore. His manservant occupied most of his headspace, he felt things one married man should not feel about another person, a male one at that.

' It's alright Arthur' she giggled lightly ' I was only lightening the mood a bit, I know you're worried about Merlin, I am too'

He flushed at the mention of Merlin's name. He could not let his concern show.

'Me? Worried about the idiot? You must be blind Guinevere. I'm not worried, just irritated by this morning altercation is all. He'll come back, he always does...' He said, his clear blue eyes avoiding the brown ones of his Queen.

'Pretend all you want Arthur, but I know you just as well as Merlin does.' She grabbed his warm calloused left hand under the covers in comfort. There it was! She knew him too well, no point in hiding it now.

' Fine. You're correct. I missed him today, I wish to make up for what happened, but it seems he is adamant on keeping his distance from me. And he's good, because I'm the King, there's no way to avoid me forever, but I guess he did.' He received a light squeeze, he squeezed back, sharing a rare smile to Gwen.

' Merlin is my friend too Arthur. He needs his space to deal with what occurred. He literally worships the ground you walk on'

Arthur looked like a deer stuck in headlights. Not fully trusting her words. " Merlin insults him all the time and complains about everything, surely she didn't mean what she said. Her eyes, though, confirmed her insinuations.

His Queen muffled a little laugh at his expression. ' Come one Arthur, you must have realized? He follows you everywhere, like a puppy; it's kind of endearing. He would not leave your side, I believe that. So should you! She scolded him lightheartedly, encouraging him to have faith in his bond with his manservant.

She was not stupid, she was aware of their feelings for each other; only they were too slow to realize it themselves. She was not sure if her husband had any physical attachment, but love; it was definitely there. She learned to live with it long before she became Queen of Camelot. It had hurt, she felt betrayed because denied any attachment to her friend, and said that his heart only belonged to her. She just learned to share, she guessed. Her boys were stubborn like that; if they were happy, then she would be too.

Arthur analysed the situation. His wife didn't look shocked or disgusted by his bromance, which he thought was a good sign. Merlin was special. He was the only one treating him like a regular person, not always like a royal to fear. His presence had shaped him for the better; made him a better ruler than his father. The way he felt was like he had been around Gwen. He loved Merlin. There he admitted it. He wouldn't know what to do without him; without his wisdom, his caring. But what kind of love was it? Was he even interested sexually in his male friend. His manservant had seen him naked plenty of time due to his chores, but never Arthur. He sighed

"Why couldn't I have a regular love life? Merlin had to screw everything up and made me love his cheeky self, big ears...Ahhh! I need to relax, Gwen soothable soul would calm him' he believed. She was wonderful like that.

'Arthur? You still there my love?' She smiled warmly, with her hand on on his cheek to bring him back out of his reverie. Startled, Arthur fastly replied

' Yes, Yes. I'm a sorry excuse of a husband on this day, my lady.' She nodded in understanding, while he touched her delicate fingers with his own thicker ones, smiling, forgetting his troubles ' I sincerely hope my lady will find it in her heart to forgive me, hmm' kissing the side of her round face. She laughed

' I'm sure I can think of something, my dear. But first, since we are finally alone how about we spend some quality time before i retire to my own chambers, hmm?'

' What do you have in mind, Guinevere? Just remember that I'm quite beat; there was no miracle manservant to attend to my training bruises and sore muscles' Bringing their faces closer, they shared an intense look. They still loved each other greatly, and Arthur always did like his wife's ideas in bed and in Council meetings, but he did not feel like moving, just relax in the capable hands of his wife.

She shushed him, turning him onto his large back, anchoring it in the comfy mattress, while wearing not much of anything besides a transparent silk green night gown.

'Wow, you look magnificent as usual' he complimented with a low whistle, letting himself be pampered by her feminine touch.

' Flattery will get you nowhere mister' she chuckled moving behind him, her lean back touching the headpiece of the large baldakin bed. Gripping his tense shoulders in a firm grip, making him gasp then melting in her grasp, his eyes closed ' Let me release all that tension and worry out of your body, alright?'

'Hmmmm' he hummed his satisfaction, letting himself let go into nothingness, enjoying the touch.

Aside from their heavy breathing, the rustling of sheets under the fine woman's weight and the pressure on her husband's cut shoulders from her strong arms. Arthur did not say a word and focused on the attention that his body deserved after so much stress. Guinevere's felt heavenly on his hot sweaty chest, soaking his shirt. The lady Gwen glimpse at the sight of her King, so relax and yet demonstrating such vulnerability. It made him less like a robot, but underlined his humanity and his burden.

Taking advantage of this rare moment of intimacy they rarely were privy to these days, she slide her long fingers along his manly, yet light haired chest, following the path towards his royal package. He was so out of it, moaning at the relief he felt at where the knots were. The endorphin was doing its job. He looked at peace. Gwen had to admit it felt nice for once not to have Merlin around or anyone else. After all, she still had cause to be jealous of their time together and their proximity. It was her time with him, so she would make it worth it.

'Hmmm..god...that feels nice Guinevere, your hands feel wonderful' He whispered his eyes still tightly shut, barely stopping moan when her knuckles hit a knot near his scapulas. Gwen loved touching his broad chest, fingers making their ways to inside his pants while fumbling sometimes with his nipples. His body was flushed. Heart rate elevated, skin sweating and body temperature building. Arthur was in heaven, perhaps sleep would claim him early. The shoulder massage was elevating his comfort, rendering him unaware of his love's intentions.

' That's it dear, you deserve pampering once in a while you concentrate on the feeling of my feminine hands on your warm skin' she laid a kiss on his forehead as she continued lower with her ministrations. She lowered her aroused body on his, so she could lay kisses from top to bottom in one slow motion. Wet smacking sounds loud, Guinevere became even more moist inside. She grinded her wet pussy against his clothed thigh, excited. She reached for the hem of his pants to rip them off slowly, while she leaned in his personal space to become intimate with his royal prick. His eyes fluttered open when she took his hard cock right to the back of her throat in one swift motion. The relaxation had made him react to the attentions he was receiving, but he had not planned on it being taken care of. With all that happened, he was not in the mood. His big arm shot out to stop the movement of her eager mouth.

' Gwen! I..stop... I don't want you to feel obligated to do this. I don't...' He was cut off by a slurping sound. His hips had a mind of its own. Gwen looked at his confused, tired face.

'Ah...hmmmm' Damn her skills, he thought

' I know what you need, so please, shut up and focus on what I'm doing to your long glistening prick instead my King' She said seductively as she kept stroking his shaft with one hand while the other played gently with balls.

" Might as well relax and enjoy the rìde...Damn, her tongue feels good" he said to himself.

He trusted his hips faster, choking her on his girth a few time, but kept going at the same pace. His blue orbs threatened to close, when she gave a good suck, sending shivers in his sex. He was close, when everything changed. No.no.no no no.....! His eyes grew in size and perhaps his wet prick too, when he noticed his wife's image morph into someone else.

Long curly loose brown hair retracted back to short back and thick. Brown stare became ocean blue. Curves turned to skinny and finally; the coup de grace: his woman's feminine round facial features turned to high cutted cheek bones, small soft lips to rough ones and the appearance of a gaze so intense and full of loyalty, that it almost made him come. His mind was twisting things

" I should see my devoted wife fellating, yet it is Merlin's gorgeous lips that engulfs my cock in his waiting mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the air out like his life depended on it" he realized his downstairs brain loved that switch a bit too much. He could not stop the words coming from his mouth as he gripped hair and controlled the rhythm, trusting forcefully; knowing merlin would enjoy that. He smiled as he closed his eyes again, moaning, revelling in the imagery of his manservant swallowing him like a pro and humping his legs like a bitch in heat.

' Fuck...yeah..( thrust) you were made to have my cock in your mouth'

He was euphoric, lost in fantasy and very close to cum. A few more gurgles and gagging noises from below had him cumming all over Merlin's shocked face, coated with streams of sticky cum or so he thought.

' I'M ..GOD..I'M Cumming...Merlin! ...' he cried aloud, coming down from his euphoric state, losing to the surrounding darkness. The hand gripping the long hair touched a drop of drying semen to memorize this moment, before falling asleep. In a low whisper, he said 'You're a sight to behold Merlìn....hmmfop ura..lright...' a little tear glowed near his closed eyes ' Where are...u.Don..lea..me'

Gwen could not hold back her tears this time...Arthur had thought of Merlin this whole time. As much as she loved them both, she had to take a little step back to ponder on the happenings of the night. She got out of bed, bent down to still kiss him goodnight, pulling the covers over his sleeping form.

The strong Queen elevated her forearm, taking away with her crocodile tears, leaving her soft cheeks a little red. The royal door to the King's room creaked open letting its last awake occupant drag herself to her own lonely chambers, leaving a very dreamless King, unburden and quite happy for the very first time she had known him.

Reflecting on it on her way to sleep, they were both stronger together and weaker apart; even heartbroken, she would be a fool to go against such strong forces. It felt like they were meant to be; like they shared a destiny to become part of a legend, time itself.

A few hours later during the night, alone once again, tired worried eyes glanced throught the large framed glass window, into the starless sky, outlying the full moon in all its brightness and shape.

As a fleeting sorrowful and dreadful feeling passed through his own soul, fists clenched tightly against his own lighted tan skin, the young King asked in barely a whisper: Merlin...Come back to me...
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