Lubricates For Masterbation

Tradimento (terzo capitolo)

Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: R for this chapter
Disclaimer: No mine Merlin, Arthur is not mine, not mine all that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
Examination mooooooooolto took me longer than I thought. Here's the third part, it should fail (but I'm pretty sure, eh) the other two.


The sun shone in the sun Ealdor had nothing to Camelot. The light was shining warm and relaxed and quiet spaces with a gradient that Merlin was sure it did not exist anywhere else. He smiled at Will, lying on the grass beside him bitter.
Spring had broken out a couple of weeks. Merlin had arrived three days before, just in time to enjoy the clear sky and gentle breeze blowing against the mountains and moved Will my hair, pushing them over his eyes half shut.
"Do not There's nothing I can say, eh? Nothing that I can ask. "Will said, stretching lazily a leg up to touch her.
Merlin nodded. Will probably not see him, but the question had already been placed (in other ways, of course, and at other times) so many times now that the answer was obvious. It was typical of
Will not accept a defeat, Merlin knew, but could not help but hope that sooner or later his time in Camelot disappear in the minds of everyone else, as he tried to do in his. But
Ealdor was beautiful in the spring, more beautiful than the castle could never be, and his mother was not so time, and Will ran along the river and urged him to swim naked, so there was really a chance that everything will be resolved for the better.
had made love in the old barn at dusk, laughing straw that catch anywhere. They had kissed furiously on the grass and mud and slowly in the first moments of grief. It was beautiful, as it had already been in the past, and would be well, if it was not all wrong.

Merlin had in every corner of the previous life. The knuckles of Arthur, tighten the sheets wet, pushing the stomach with every movement, the tower of Camelot pressed to his every breath, the blonde hair had caught him at heart. The pain did not decrease, because there was no way not to think about. And even resentment, because digging in just got distracted, despite its efforts to fight back. Any movement of
Will was a failure of Arthur, his every expression a betrayal of what Merlin really expected.

"Hunith not surprised not to find in your bed?" Will asked him the next morning, rubbing his tousled head and chest warm. We were woken up by a few minutes and was still trying to get close touch and without intent is too obvious. Admission the barn had been crossed, the light of early morning came only from the spaces between the boards, going to draw irregular stripes on their bodies and everything around it.
"Do not ask questions." Article Merlin languid, sparse hair tickled by the other. "And your mother? Do not wonder why he can not enter the barn? "
" Do you think I fucks the daughter of the midwife. "
Merlin pushed and pulled at once climbed on to hold his hands still. "You suck."
Will let you capture a smile sleepy. From an early age was always bigger than Merlin, he would have enough thrust to break free.
"What? Your King does not use certain words? "Merlin
The jolt forced to hold your breath. In a voice barely altered, said "No one I know uses certain words."
Will easily freed one hand from the power of Merlin, and fared on his face, as if to remove the last traces of sleep. Then he looked more serious than it had been, and somehow more sad.
Merlin hurried to step aside.
chance to relax in order to give back to the Will was really childish, but there was nothing more than desire to avoid looking at that. With a movement
slightly too strong Will grabbed his shoulder and for a moment believed that Merlin would cause him to turn around. Instead his hand went down, sliding along the rough with a caress over the groove of the side arm and stopping.
not weighed as much as it should.
"You think I'm stupid?" Churches. His voice blew on her neck, and Merlin would also have wanted to turn around, but it had nothing to say and a wave of panic, pain and regret the climb was inside. "It did not take long to realize. Not for me. "
" I know. "Merlin whispered back, lying. He had really hoped that no one understood anything.
"He got married."
"I know."
Will was silent for a moment, and Merlin was able to concentrate on his breathing, which amazingly was calmer than he felt. The uncomfortable silence lasted too long, but regretted it the same when Will opened his mouth again.
"But you ..." The sentence was suspended, while the rest is accounted in letters of fire in front of Merlin. "I want to say. Uhm. It 's an idea ... or you ...? "
" O. "Merlin murmured. For a moment you really think that after the admission would be wide open to swallow the earth. Instead, Will laughed. First
with restraint, with gusts that tried to camouflage with a coughing fit, then open with some guffaw, and then burst into laughter bounced off the boards and that full and disheveled hair on the nape of Merlin, still shot and now petrified by surprise.
"What ..." He tried to ask, bewildered, but Will was too busy to listen.
finally turned, and found each other with tears in his eyes from the laughter that kept her belly, still naked.
"What?" He asked again, more forcefully.
"Oh, you can count on Merlin Emrys" He was able to articulate Will "Send him to Camelot for a few years, and will bring the King to bed!"
astonished, Merlin continued to watch it squirm. "Stop." Prov.
"But you're a phenomenon! Of all the boys present at Camelot - I say! - In the kingdom! "
" I did not do it on purpose. "
Will reached out to mess up his hair. The laughter subsided. "I know. Of course you have not done on purpose. You are so. You are distracted for a moment, and you find yourself in the bed of the King "The tone was the same as always, roughly affectionate, and Merlin could not help but be tight when the other opened his arms.
"What a bastard."
Merlin found vindictively agree, but went back the bile in my throat.

somewhere Merlin had always known that Arthur would not let him go.
Not so. Not running away without explanation.
try not to think, because it was already too busy to be content and think about it because it meant hope, and this really could not afford it.
But when he came face to face with the knight of Arthur, he found not to be surprised. Devastated, of course, and destroyed, and saddened but not surprised.

was an evening of April, there was no rain for several days and even if the air had cooled in recent hours, the road and its pebbles were invaded by dust. Merlin kept his head down, forced to watch your step for good because of that had to carry buckets of water at home. Will he ran ahead and disappeared around the corner.
That horse is raising a lot of dust, was the first thing I thought Merlin. We hope it does not come in buckets.
The second was 'Arthur', because Merlin was expecting a horse from day one that he had spent Ealdor.
"Merlin." He said someone over his head.
"Arthur." Merlin said, without look up the mantle of dark horse, feeling infinitely defeated. Then she heard him jump down and easily get closer, the smell and his presence and his body all around Merlin. The shadows of the houses that caressed by Arthur and confused in his tired eyes.
"Come home." He murmured Merlin, piano, although he wanted to say or do anything. But that was not allowed to go as he wanted, he had understood this very well taken the horse by the bridle and led him to his house, without any of the other two compounded. Arthur just looked really

had crossed the threshold of his mother's house. As was already the first time he had come to Ealdor, the King was out of place among those dark and damp walls. Merlin entrargli felt discomfort in as a trickle of ice and slid back legs, making them soft. As already knew he would, hatred had melted at the sight of Arthur, leaving him desperate and tired.
Maybe he expected a change in the not found. Each piece of Arthur acknowledged that forced him to look away, and then watch it again, and then to recognize another piece of him, another piece, which ... had been his. That's it. It was his first.
"Your mother," asked Arthur, in an apparent effort to be nice.
"And 'Will's mother."
"I'm sorry. I wanted to say hello. "
They stared in silence, and something changed in the expression of Arthur. It was neutral and safe, almost indifferent, but the stiffness disintegrated before the eyes of Merlin. He broke his jaw and muscles of the shoulders, and even Arthur was left tired and confused. Merlin felt a twinge of pain and anger about what might have been.
"You run away. "Arthur said, without giving up at him.
Merlin took a few steps back and leaned with his back to the old oak table. Arthur dominated the room, obviously, and he seemed to choke. He nodded.
"Merlin ..."
His name on the lips of Arthur had been the foundation of every moment, since she ran away from Camelot. But it was canceled by the other items from other lips. Merlin did not move, Arthur was to take a step toward him.
"Merlin?" He called Will out the door. "I am alone. See to be naked. "

world Merlin stopped to contemplate the face of Arthur, who never had been opened and now decipherable. He watched from the audience surprise, incomprehension, anger and pain. Pain more than anything else. He saw that the other closing every door had opened for him, and then he heard the voice of ruthless Will say "Sorry.", And his steps back toward the door and then out, leaving the air breathable.

Arthur was on him, grabbed his arms, pushed him against the table. He seemed speechless for a moment, then clenched his teeth and said, accurately, "Why?" .
Merlin had no response from him, not that Arthur was acceptable. He would not indulge in useless recriminations, still believed to be better than that. He shook his head.
"You owe me more than an explanation." Arthur said, the cover is angry, breathing heavily on him.
"I do not owe you anything." Merlin said quietly, but hated it because it was not true, it was not true for any part of him, and fighting is the anger that the remorse was breaking in two. Arthur's arms pinned him more forcefully.
"Liar." Hissed Arthur, without taking his eyes from her, fiercely.
"You're doing it wrong."
Arthur pulled back immediately, as burned. Let him go and stepped toward the door. In a moment he had recovered his form that he believed inscrutable, but that leaked from too much anger and pain. Merlin shuddered, tired.
"I do not know what I expected." Arthur said.
"I do not know either."
"It was obvious." Arthur continued, although it was clear he had nothing more to say. "I should have known when you ran away."
But it was not true, either. Merlin had seen how the other looked at him before going to marry. Arthur must have known something. Not that it mattered, of course.
"I do not know why I came."
Merlin swallowed the 'not me' he had on his lips. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.
He had no sense that he came, did not make sense to keep talking. They had no effect, two of them, once there was but it was gone. Merlin was not yet willing to recognize that it was not the fault of Arthur. He could understand, rationally, because he had assisted at every step of the marriage, but the resentment burning inside him since he was gone. They had to finish it only to think of possibilities that had been thrown away. It was just about to say.
"You have time to return to Camelot." He said, however, devoid of tone.
"That 's what you want?" Arthur answered immediately. Then he stopped and stiffened even more, if possible. Merlin knew that he was regretting averglielo asked.
"I do not want anything."
"Liar." Repeated Arthur, without the ferocity of before, but with much more disillusionment. "Anything you want. That - that peasant-"
" Will. "
Arthur looked at him, and it was clear that he was injured, but Merlin could not offer anything to improve the situation. "Yeah. Well.
feel they can not resist a second longer, Merlin turned to the table, where he had placed the buckets, and devoted himself to move around it to fire off. Overturned an immediately. When he turned to follow the trickle of water that is sprinkled throughout the house, he saw that he had Arthur gone.