Experimentation

AurthorsDeathNote: Okay, I thought that there might be more of these here, but I guess that just gives me the second story. Hehehe! I hope you enjoy!

Experimentation
by AuthorsDeathNote

University life was usually a matter of diving between reading, writing essays and working as many hours as possible to earn money for food, board ect. University life was also about the social aspects. The party's, dating someone knew every week - on the occasion every day - joining numerous clubs that the student just knew they would never actually par-take in. It was an unmissable experience.

But experiences that were different for each student.

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For Arthur Pendragon, University life did not include as much work as it would be for most. His father owned a large and impressively rich business that allowed him to miss working for money. His weekly allowance would be enough to cover all his bills, and he would still be able to party all night long, every night.

He had taken many women to his bed, and his 'friends' had even joked that they had had the odd man or two. This had intrigued Arthur somewhat, as he had never 'experimented' before. He knew that he was drawn to woman, but he had checked out the odd waiter or cashier, finding them almost attractive.

The only problem was that he had no way to test anything that wouldn't get around.

Well, until he found a strange add slipped into his pocked by a young dark haired twenty-year old named Lancelot who served in the bar.

At first, Arthur thought that it had been from him, but he realised as soon as he rang the number - after wrestling with the idea for a number of days - that the voice on the other end was decidedly *not* Lancelot's.

The voice was smooth, charming, and very excited.

They arranged a time (just after 9pm) at the others apartment, and Arthur found himself taking a deep breath before walking out his door, dressed in loose black jeans, a red shirt and a long brown coat. His blonde hair was as ruffled as ever - despite his poor attempts to sort it into some sort of style - and his cheeks held only the smallest of red tinted hues.

It wasn't that cold out, nor was it that warm, so Arthur found himself to be only somewhat grateful that the apartment was on campus and slightly annoyed that anyone might see him. It was supposed to be anonymous after all.

Knocking briskly, sea blue eyes kept a watch out for anyone who may've known him.

The door opened, and the young blonde found himself staring into sharp blue eyes that were quite enchanting, a full and charming smile, raven locks and pale skin. Than man before him was clearly only in his first year - possibly only eight-teen or nineteen years old - and a name had yet to be put to him.

"Hi," his voice was slightly breathless, but it was definitely the voice spoken over the phone.

"Hello. I don't mean to be rude but…”

"Ah, yes. Of course. Come in, come in." Stepping aside, the raven haired youth shut the door behind them, and then motioned to the set of shoes laid out beside the doorway wall. "Sorry, but if you don't mind, me and my flatmate prefer to keep the place clean so we take our shoes off before touching the carpet."

The honest grin allowed Arthur’s own smile to form, and he found himself not as reluctant as he would usually be about removing any piece of his clothing.

Nodding, Arthur shed his worn leather boots, and padded after the other man through a very small living/kitchen area, and into a room with a door number and a poster of a Celtic cross on a pentagram and a dragon circling it.

Locking the door behind him, the young man watched as Arthur surveyed the room. It was somewhat messy, but not enough to be put off by. Posters of a rock band were plastered to the walls, and other posters much like the one on the mans door covered the ceiling and outer wall.

However, one was pasted completely in photographs. From ceiling to floor, with no furniture to cause and obstruction, hundreds of photos were blue-tacked or cellotaped up, featuring a number of people and places. Four people popped up more often, but not one seemed to hold a picture of the man himself.

The bed was located in the centre of the room, the wardrobe in the corner beside the door, and a small desk was situated under the window. A small bedside set of draws was the only other main feature to the room. But it didn't look sparse at all.

"Well, do you want to get right to it?"

Turning to face the raven haired man, Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, I just want to know if you want to be seme or uke," he said it as if this was the most normal thing in the world. For Arthur who had no clue as to how these things worked, it was most certainly not.

"What-?"

"Sorry, it's Japanese. A seme tops, and an uke bottoms," he explained.

"That still doesn't make any sense," the blonde pointed out.

"Is this your first time with a man?" he asked back, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Yes," Arthur was beginning to get slightly irritated by this point, if not a little embarrassed.

"Ah, that’s okay. I'll just have to walk you through it. Don't worry, you'll be great. And it's going to feel amazing. First off, do you want to play the man or the woman?"

"The man, definitely."

Smiling: "Right, well, that means you top. Secondly, be patient, something’s may take a little time, but believe me, there worth it."

The drop in tempo in the mans voice caused the smallest of shivers to pass through Arthur’s spine at the last bit. If what this man was saying was true, then he should've done this a lot sooner.

Clasping onto Arthur's hand, the man gently led him to the bed, sitting him down onto the edge comfortably. Kneeling, the man removed Arthur's coat and shirt, placing them onto the chair beside the desk, and lightly raked his fingers across the tanned skin.

Gasping only the slightest, Arthur remembered what he had been planning to ask since the phone call.

"W-what’s your name?"

"Merlin."

Leaning, forward, Merlin suckled on Arthur's nipple, as the blondes right hand moved into his hair. Licking, nibbling and suckling, Merlin ghosted his fingers over the taut muscles and skin, down the blonde’s abdomen and they expertly began to unbutton and unzip the dark jeans.

Kissing his way down, Merlin worked the half-formed erection out of the red boxer shorts and licked the tip. A light moan escaped the older man, and Arthur's hands went into his hair as Merlin continued to laver the underside, making him full and *hard*.

Licking his lips, Merlin glanced up taking in the erotic sight of *Arthur* - the most popular and the richest guy at the university - groaning because of *him*. Grinning deviously, Merlin took as much of the nine inches into his mouth as he could. Rocking slightly, Merlin's hands steadied Arthur's hips so that the dark haired man kept in control.

Suckling hard after each in-take, it was only a few moments into the oral that the blonde came straight into his mouth. Swallowing, Merlin grinned up at the blonde once more, who seemed very satisfied, and was in fact staring at him.

"What?"

"**How** did you do that?" Arthur asked amazed.

"How did I do what?" Merlin answered, moving to sit on the bed beside him.

"How did you make me come so soon? No ones ever done that before."

"Well, you'll find that only a man knows every mans weak points and that they can take advantage of that. It's actually pretty easy if you just imagine what would feel good for you," he shrugged, smiling happily.

"Oh."

"Would you like to feel even better?" Merlin asked gently.

"How? I thought that was it."

Glaring slightly, Arthur was torn between being indignant or enthralled at the wonderful tinkling laughter that spilled from those wonderfully talented lips.

"Well, if you want it to end here, it can. But at the amount you're paying me, we can do something more."

Nodding, Arthur thought back on their previous conversation. He would only ever admit it to himself, be he had been surprised when a total sum had been asked over the phone. But everything seemed to have clicked in then. Why Lancelot had Merlin's number, why Merlin didn't put his address on the card, and why Merlin seemed to have two phones sitting on his desk.

It seemed that, for Merlin, prostituting himself was a good business.

Smiling, Merlin removed his blue shirt, and proceeded to remove his tight brown jeans - that were quite flattering, if cheap, in Arthur's mind. Following suit, Arthur cautiously undressed to the point where they were both stood as naked as the day they were born beside the bed.

Even though Merlin had done this before, his cheeks were still slightly tinted red as he viewed the man before him.

Pulling the bedcovers back - a strange sword through a magic-type pentagram - Merlin fluffed the pillows for a moment before sitting down, and pulling the blonde over him so that Arthur was straddling the pale man.

Licking his lips, Arthur felt some control for the first time that night. Pushing down, the blonde captured Merlin's lips with his own, and a small tongue war began, while the blonde pressed their growing erections together experimentally. Groaning into the kiss, Merlin pulled away slightly.

"I thought you hadn't done this before?" He asked.

"It doesn't seem so hard," he smirked. Pushing them both down onto the bed, Arthur continued to grind, trying to make Merlin groan, moan and mewl in as many ways as he could. Arthur was ready to admit that he was fully enjoying this, and he was only slightly surprised to find that he enjoyed the feel of the man below him.

Nibbling on Merlin's neck, Arthur left a few marks that would be there for a least a few days, possibly up to a week, and he smirked as the annoyed breath that slipped from the other man as he realised this too.

Wrapping his legs around Arthur’s torso and back, the dark haired man began thrusting their erections together, getting pleasure on a whole new level.

"You-you need t-to - Ah! - get the-the - Oh, Gods! - lube," Merlin tried to motion to the bedside table top, but he only managed to get his hand tangled in that blonde hair that was almost golden with sweat.

Gathering his meaning despite this, Arthur grappled for a few moments before his fingers grasped onto the blue tube. He had no idea what it was for, but he was excited all the same.

Pulling away, Merlin took the tube and sat back, letting them both catch their breaths.

"Do you want to do the preparation, or should I?"

"You."

"Right."

Intrigued, Arthur watched as Merlin popped open the cap and spread the cool looking liquid over his fingers. Spreading his legs, keeping his knees bent, Merlin inserted his forefinger into his entrance, probing slightly, before he added a second finger.

From this, Arthur caught on to what was about to happen. Strangely, this only seemed to excite him, and he had to muster all of his self-control not to just grab Merlin and begin thrusting deeply into him. From what Arthur could see, Merlin was *very* tight.

Adding a third finger, Merlin *was* probing now, but for what Arthur wasn't sure. Then a look of pure bliss flitted over Merlin's features, and his fingers now seemed to be thrusting in and out of himself, aiming for that bliss - whatever it was.

A few minutes of this, and Merlin re-placed the tube back onto the table-top and lay back with his head against the pillows, legs spread, and ready. Opening his arms to the blonde, Merlin motioned for Arthur to get on top of him.

Arthur had moved the instant Merlin had begun to raise his hand.

Grasping onto the blondes full erection, Merlin guided it to his entranceway.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," Arthur replied, before he fluidly slammed into the dark haired man.

Arching, Merlin let out the most erotic moan Arthur had ever heard. It seemed that Merlin could make his skin tingle just by eliciting those delicious noises.

Picking up a rhythm, Arthur continued to slam full force into the pale body beneath him, marvelling at the emotions crossing that beautiful face. All of Merlin was beautiful really. From his wondrous eyes that seemed almost gold now, to his arching midsection, and his long luscious legs that were tightening around him, pushing him forwards and helping to keep the rawness of passion between them going.

It was not an act full of love more than a raw lust, as the bed springs creaked and the head board rocked against the wall. Merlin's pale hands clutched and grasped at the sheets, and his raven hair splayed over the grey pillows wondrously. Arthur drank in the sight, and it made him want the young man below him, surrounding him, all the more.

Practically screaming each Arthur's name, the blonde slammed straight into Merlin's prostrate making the pale man spurt his seed between their joined stomachs. The muscles clenching around him, tightening their hold pushed Arthur over the edge and he muffled the others name into a pale shoulder as he came inside the Merlin.

Panting, Arthur managed to pull out before collapsing beside the raven haired youth, and his smile was one of pure bliss.

He could see why Merlin made his 'clients' pay if this was how they felt afterwards. If anything, what he was paying the other man didn't quite cover the pleasure that was currently coursing through him.

Turning onto his side, Merlin snuggled up to Arthur, wrapping his arms around the blondes torso, and resting his head under his chin. Following the action, Arthur wrapped himself around the beautiful male beside him, closing his eyes momentairly.

"I hope I was worth it," Merlin muttered.

Smiling to himself, Arthur wondered just who this strange man in his arms truely was.

After all, upon re-opening his eyes, he realised that a picture of a large castle surrounded by forest and a bronze dragon flying in the distance was upon the dark hair mans ceiling. It looked more like a photo than anything else, and Arthur felt like he should've known the place.

"Wheres that?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Hmm?" Glancing up, Merlin smiled before drifting into sleep. "It's Camelot."

"Oh."

The similarities between the two of them and the place of legend never crossed the blondes mind as he too began to drift into sleep. All he really knew at that moment, was that he would be spending a lot more money on the pale man in the future.

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