A Lonely Girl's Life

Fic Master List

JenniferlkRBF@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 02:43:32 GMT

Here's a List of everything I've wrote, for those who may want to read it.

Supernatural: Sam/Dean

Are You Standing Close to the Edge? (NC-17)
Dean didn't need to look at his brother's face to realize Sam was beyond angry.

At His Core (NC-17)
written for spnkink_meme and the prompt: Sam wants a heir and he wants Dean to generate his son/daughter. I want porn and possessive!Sam, please! Makes Sam mark Dean like his with hickeys.

One Kiss Makes It Better (Hard R)
Written for spnkink_meme and the prompt Dean spanks Sam really hard and Sam has trouble sitting since his butt his way too sore. Dean kisses it better

BBC Merlin: Arthur/Merlin

Purity of the Heart (NC-17)
We all know that Merlin could touch the Unicorn. In a lot of cultures, virginity gives power. What if Merlin found out that if he gave into Arthur, he'd lose what power he had? Would he choose love over power and become helpless when Arthur needed him most?

RPS: The Boston Red Sox
Moving On: Manny Ramirez/David Ortiz (PG-13) (F-Locked)
It's time for him to leave, and while Manny is sad, he knows that he'll poison not only David, but the Boston Red Sox, and he can't, in good conscious, do that to his team.

The Green Eyed Monster: Manny Ramirez/David Ortiz, Josh Beckett/Jonathan Papelbon, Curt Schilling/Pedro Martinez (PG-13) (F-Locked)
Sequel to "Playing Hardball". After the fallout in the game where Manny kissed David in front of Fenway fans, Manny and David must deal with the consequences. Josh and Jonathan try and figure out their relationship.

Playing Hardball: Josh Beckett/Jonathan Papelbon, Manny Ramirez/David Ortiz, Curt Schilling/Pedro Martinez (R) (F-Locked)
Simply put: The story of how Josh and Jonathan get together.

Randomly Claimed: A Boston Red Sox Story Manny Ramirez/Bronson Arroyo, Curt Schilling/Pedro Martinez, (Mentions of)Jason Varitek/David Ortiz, (Implied)Bronson Arroyo/Doug Mirabelli (NC-17) (F-Locked)
Simply put: Manny looses his patients and claims Bronson.

Truth Or Dare: A Boston Red Sox Story Bronson Arroyo/David Wells, Curt Schilling/Pedro Martinez, Jason Varitek/David Ortiz, (Hints of)Kevin Millar/Doug Mirabelli (NC-17) (F-Locked)
Simply put: A game of truth or dare leads to something more for Bronson Arroyo.

Bound By Impossible Means: Curt Schilling/Pedro Martinez (Slight)Derek Jeter/Manny Ramirez(Dont even ask)
Author Notes: I lost the first half of this story, and all I really have left is the Curt/Pedro parts.

RPS: Um, Comedians?

So Strange It's Almost Funny: Dane Cook/Stephen Lynch (NC-17) (F-Locked)
Stephen discovers his wife Erin's cheating on him with the mailman. He goes outside in the rain and meets up with Dane. Things happen and Stephen's life changes forever.

Bandslash

Are You Kidding Me? Brendon/Ryan, Spencer/Jon, Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Frank (PG-13) (F-Locked)
Ryan Ross has been watching Brendon Urie for over a year and he’s finally ready to make his move. Too bad Brendon can’t take a hint, and Ryan has no idea what he’s doing. Ryan will never, EVER again ask his friends for advice, though.

A Different Kind of Hell: Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Gerard (NC-17) (Friend Locked)
Part One Part Two
The clichéd, obligatory Vampire Fic everyone must write.

Torture of the Sweetest Kind: Davey/Jade (NC-17) (F-Locked)
But finally the shooting was done, and Jade was taking advantage of being alone with Davey. No witnesses were around, none of their band mates either, and Jade was finally able to do what he wanted to: Fuck Davey.

Torn Hearts: Gerard/Mikey(INCEST!) (NC-17) (F-Locked) The only chapter I have is chapter four!
Gerard told Mikey he loved him seven years ago, and after seeing the revulsion on his brother’s face, pretended to move on. Now Mikey has a girlfriend, and Gerard is slowly dying from the love he can’t have. Is it possible that Mikey really cares for his brother more than he let on? Or, is it too late for Gerard? I have no idea where the rest of the chapters are!

Are You Standing Close to the Edge? Sam/Dean, NC-17

JenniferlkRBF@gmail.com — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:16:11 GMT

Title: Are You Standing Close to the Edge?

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Rating: NC-17

Wordcount: 13,636

Summary: Dean didn't need to look at his brother's face to realize Sam was beyond angry.

Warnings: Slight Dub-con, sex, blood and knifeplay. Despite the warnings, this is actually a pretty fluffy story.

Spoilers: All seasons, but especially No Rest for the Wicked, Lazarus Rising, Lucifer Rising.

Note: Title taken from Green Day's song “!Viva La Gloria!”

Dean didn't need to look at his brother's face to realize Sam was beyond angry. His brother's emotions were easy to read in the tense set of his shoulders and how hard he was clenching his jaw. Things had been pretty tense between them ever since Lilith's death and the final seal broke.

As the seal began to open, Dean and Sam had had no other option but to run for their lives. They weren't powerful enough to face Lucifer just yet. Hanging around, waiting for all hell to break loose-literally-wasn't on Dean's list of things to do. He'd rather avoid going back to hell if he could at all help it.

Standing so close to where the portal had opened awakened memories Dean had been trying so hard to suppress. He remembered what had happened in Hell. If he didn't consciously hold the memories back, they would surge forward and try and overwhelm him. If he allowed them to surface, he could feel the knife slicing into his skin, the heat of the flames like phantom kisses on his skin.

It was beyond terrible. And for someone like Dean, who always had to be in control, who needed to be strong for his brother, even if Sam didn't really need Dean to be---he'd become so cold and unfeeling while Dean was dead----the resurgent memories were tearing him apart, like the hellhound had done to his physical body. And mentally, Dean was a mess, though he refused to allow his brother, or anyone, even Castiel, who'd saved Dean from the fiery pit, to see.

Four days passed in a haze. Dean could barely sleep let alone eat. Whenever he closed his eyes the forty years he'd spent down below, with Alistair torturing him, played in his mind on a constant loop. He'd woken up each night in a cold sweat, his eyes stinging with tears he refused to shed and his lip bleeding from where his teeth tore into soft flesh. After waking up four nights in a row with screams just barely held back, Dean had managed maybe eight hours of sleep.

In four days Dean had lost two pounds, which on the surface didn't seem like all that much, but with his stomach protesting any food he tried to put in it, it was worrying. If he didn't turn his appetite around the weight loss could become more serious.

Hell was literally there on earth, and Sam and Dean were kept busy tracking down the souls that had escaped, along with dangerous demons and their minions. Dean was mentally and physically exhausted, and while he felt like he could sleep for a year, his mind wouldn't let him. His emotional state was starting to take its toll on Dean, his hands were shaking and his body felt weak and shivery, almost like he had a fever.

To make matters worse Sam was catching on. Dean tried to downplay his loss of appetite, tried to pretend like he was eating more than he really was, that he was sleeping, but Sam wasn't easily fooled. His brother had become more focused and protective of Dean since Ruby's death, and Dean was starting to realize it was impossible to hide anything from his brother.

It was nice to know that Sam cared after all of the cold silences and secrets they'd kept from each other.

Sam had been considerate and almost gentle with Dean today, which was why his cold fury was like a slap to the face. He'd stayed up late and watched an old movie with Dean, even though Dean knew his brother was exhausted. He didn't even complain when Dean insisted on leaving the TV muted and on. Sam only rolled his eyes and pulled the covers over his head. Dean was relieved that Sam had had no complaints. Dean found the lights flickering on the wall comforting when he woke up, his heart pounding, red flames dancing in his mind's eye.

Sam had even bought Dean a burger and fries for dinner, though he stayed close and watched, eerily focused, while Dean ate. Dean didn't manage more than a couple of bites and maybe a half-dozen fries, but the smile, bright and delighted on Sam's face, more than made up for his roiling stomach. Sam had even suggested going to a bar and having a couple of drinks when he saw Dean hesitate, not wanting to go to sleep.

Dean quickly knocked back two shots and found a pretty red haired woman, who, after catching Sam's eye, he led back to their motel room. If the alcohol didn't help Dean figured fucking would. A nice, vigorous round of sex tired out the body and would hopefully quiet his unsettled mind.

The woman, pretty and voluptuous with big boobs and full, plump lips made Dean's cock harden. For the first time in days, his mind and body were on the same page. The woman peered at him flirtatiously, and fuck if Dean wasn't rearing to go.

The woman, whose name Dean had already forgotten, kissed like sin, and her hands were just wandering under his shirt as Dean led her to the bed when the door flew open with a bang like a gunshot. Dean, instantly alert, turned sharply, his body tense and ready for anything.

“What the fuck?” Dean said, angry, as he saw his brother. His very angry brother.

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“I think you should leave,” Sam said, quiet voice doing little to conceal his anger. The woman paled and shot Dean a pleading look. Sam snarled, actually fucking snarled like an animal when he saw the look. The woman paled even more and practically ran out the door.

Dean's stomach clenched and he broke out in a sweat when he saw Sam's eyes, dark and furious, practically shooting sparks. He kept expecting to see flames dancing in the irises, or something as equally cliched. Or, perhaps more frightening, he was waiting to see Sam's eyes turn yellow.

Sam stalked across the room, his movements graceful and cat-like. Dean couldn't help but think of a panther stalking its prey, and damn if Dean didn't feel like he was being hunted. Dean backed away from his brother, his breath catching in his throat. Three steps back and his legs hit the bed, and he was sitting down, his eyes locked with his brother's tumultuous gaze.

“Dean,” Sam said, his quiet voice filled with too many emotions for Dean to even begin to unravel; “You don't need her. I can look after you better than she can.”

Dean froze. Wait, what? Sam must have seen his confusion, because he continued speaking. “You've been trying to hide how frightened you are, how much you're suffering, but I know you Dean. I know you better than anyone, better than Castiel who's been watching you for so long. You need someone to care for you, and that someone is going to be me.”

Sam stopped in front of Dean. From his position on the bed, his brother seemed huge and implacable, like a mountain, sturdy and unmoving. Sam's gaze was gentle and almost reverent as he looked at his brother. Dean wanted to bask in that look. He never wanted his brother to stop looking at him like he was something precious. But, at the same time, Dean was frightened.

They were quickly coming to a point of no return, were about to step over a line that siblings should never cross. Dean, who'd picked up more girls than he could count, finally recognized the emotions in his brother's eyes: lust, longing, love. His brother was going to fuck him, and Jesus help him, but Dean wanted that just as much as Sam did.

Feelings Dean had never allowed himself to acknowledge hit Dean with the force of a baseball bat. Wet dreams Dean had had, but, because wanting to touch his brother was a taboo, Dean had pushed them to the back of his mind. He'd wanted to kiss his brother, suck his cock, fuck him....for so long, and he'd never even realized. How could Dean not comprehend that Sam was there and more than willing?

Sam's hand, warm and soft touching Dean's cheek brought Dean back to the present. A whisper of unease spread through Dean as a strange lethargy filled his body, and his limbs became heavy. He fell back against the bed, left cheek resting against the scratchy bedspread.

What is going on? Dean wondered frantically. What did Sam do to me?

Sam smiled as he crouched beside his brother, his hands running soothingly over Dean's stomach. His fingers kneaded Dean's stomach through his T-shirt, before Sam pushed the material halfway up. Dean's muscles clenched instinctively as Sam kissed his stomach. For one wild moment Dean thought his brother was going to rape him.

“Shhhh,” Sam whispered, his voice calming Dean despite how fucked up the situation had became. Dean understood his brother had used some demon mojo on him, and he was scared. His mind kept wanting to flash back to hell, to Alistair and the torture, but Sam's hands and lips kept jolting him away from the darkness. “I'm going to make you mine, place my mark on you. I'm sorry I used my powers on you, but I needed to make sure you stayed still. And I don't want to cause you any unnecessary pain.”

Sam kissed his lips once, soft, before he leaned back and got to his feet. Dean, still lying immobile on the bed, could only watch, confused, as his brother took a knife from the duffel bag. Fear surged through his body as Sam sterilized the blade. He tried to move, tried to get his heavy limbs to move, to fight, to run, but it was useless.

Dean's body stayed where it was, a willing sacrifice as Sam kneeled over him and began to carve. There was no pain; Sam's powers made sure of that. He still felt everything in the vaguest sense: a faint prick as the knife pierced his flesh; a pleasant warmth, like sun through a window pane heating Dean's flesh where Sam's hand rested on his stomach.

Sam finished quickly, his tongue laving over the wounds, his eyes falling shut with the taste of Dean's blood. Watching his brother lick up his blood made something buried and primal surge to life, and Dean was suddenly, achingly hard. When Dean looked down at his brother, he wasn't surprised to see Sam's cock tenting his jeans.

“Almost done, brother,” Sam said, his voice low and throaty. Sam placed his hand over the cuts, and there was a flare of warmth so intense it was almost painful. Dean gasped, and his body arched off the bed, and hey, he could move now. Sam laughed as his lips met Dean's.

As Sam devoured his mouth, so fucking hungry, Dean could only marvel at how perfect the kiss felt, almost as if he were coming home. It felt like they were two puzzle pieces fitting together. There was nothing wrong about what they were doing, because really, Dean had been Sam's from the moment he'd held his brother as their house burned to the ground.

He was frantic as he ground his aching erection against his brother's, as he strained forward for more of his kisses, his tongue tangled with Sam's. Sam was just as frantic as Dean was; he used his strength to press Dean further into the mattress, his weight keeping Dean pinned. He had no choice but to accept what his brother gave him, and Dean fucking loved it.

Dean tore his lips from Sam's, drawing oxygen into his starved lungs. His head fell back, his throat bared, and Sam attacked the vulnerable skin with his tongue and teeth. “You're a savage, a mountain man. Oh, God, yes!” Dean cried, thrusting savagely against his brother's erection, his cock aching and leaking. Sam's were teeth biting his skin hard enough to draw blood.

“Maybe so,” Sam gasped, and Dean was secretly smug that he'd reduced his brother to such breathlessness. “But I've come to claim what's mine. Is that savage enough for you, big brother?” It was Sam's hand, undoing his belt one handed, and pushing his pants and underwear down, his big hand wrapping around his cock that had Dean moaning and thrusting with wild abandon. Not anything his brother had said.

“Fuck, get your pants off,” Dean said, more than a little breathless himself. It took a moment for Dean's words to pierce Sam's lust hazed mind, but he finally stopped, and pulled away from Dean with obvious reluctance. Dean's hands shook as he pushed his brother's pants down, and finally, fucking finally they were skin to skin, and it was pure heaven as his erection brushed against Sam's.

Sam lost all semblance of control once their erections were sliding together, the precome making the slide that much smoother. He once again pinned Dean to the bed, his hips pushing into Dean's almost brutally, every inch the savage Dean had named him.

The pleasure overcame Dean too quickly, his orgasm over taking him with the force of a tidal wave. Dean came, crying his brother's name, his release slicking both their stomachs. Sam moaned low in his throat, almost a growl, really, and thrust three more times, before he came, his seed mixing with Dean's.

Sam kissed Dean, his tongue plundering his brother's mouth, before he collapsed on top of Dean, his weight somehow both crushing and comfortable. But really, that's what Sam was: a constant presence in Dean's life, aggravating Dean, but protecting him at the same time.

“You're mine,” Sam said, almost absently, his fingers tangling with Dean's. Dean swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, but his voice was steady when he responded: “Yours.”

Sam was almost asleep, and Dean, tired, his mind blessedly blank as he lay wrapped up in his brother's embrace, couldn't help adding: “You know what would help you keep your savage image? Next time you could take me against a wall or something.”

Sam punched Dean's shoulder weakly. “Shut up, Dean.” He said, but his voice held a wealth of affection.

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The next morning, as Dean undressed to take a shower, Dean remembered his brother carving something into his flesh. His hands shook as he pulled his shirt off. Dean couldn't help laughing when he caught sight of what his brother had left. The letters, scarred from Sam's power, formed Sam W. Sam's name, obviously a claim, placed on Dean's skin as a permanent reminder that his brother was always with him.

Dean smirked as he fingered the 'S'. “Kinky bastard.”

The End

I hope you like it! All feedback is welcome. I was thinking, if people like it, I could write a follow up, with Sam taking care of Dean, and making sure he's eating. Maybe some sex too? What do you guys think?

Purity of the Heart(Arthur/Merlin, NC-17)

JenniferlkRBF@gmail.com — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 16:51:00 GMT

Title: Purity of the Heart
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt from archaeologist_d We all know that Merlin could touch the Unicorn. In a lot of cultures, virginity gives power. What if Merlin found out that if he gave into Arthur, he'd lose what power he had? Would he choose love over power and become helpless when Arthur needed him most?
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin in anyway. Nor am I making a profit from this.
Warnings: Graphic sex, magical bondage.
Spoilers: A little bit for "The Labyrinth of Gedref"

This probably isn't what you had in mind, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

Merlin read in his book that virginity gives a witch or wizard power. It seemed to him that that was absurd. How could purity of the body affect his magic? And yet, each time Arthur was attacked and Merlin found himself having to resort to magic to protect his Prince, Merlin began to wonder if the whole virginity thing had some veracity.

It was amazing to Merlin that Arthur had survived for as long as he had. Arthur seemed to attract danger like a magnet. Arthur could go outside for a ride and get attacked by a basilisk. He could go for a swim, and get mesmerized by Sirens. All of which, had happened.

Merlin tried his hardest to stay close to Arthur, and protect him from each and every danger. It was difficult, though, since Arthur liked to go off by himself. And as Arthur's manservant, he had to obey Arthur. Well, obey was the wrong word, as Arthur had told Merlin many times, 'he was the most disobedient and worst servant ever;' but still, he had to at least PRETEND he listened when Arthur ordered him around.

Having a destiny was incredibly difficult. Arthur had to be his top priority, and that left Merlin little time to engage in a social life. Other than Morgana, Gwen, Gaius and King Uther, Merlin really didn't talk to anyone.

This didn't bother Merlin all that much. Except, Merlin had needs. Gwen had been willing to do things with him—and while she wasn't willing to have sex, “How can I attend to Lady Morgana if I'm pregnant?”, she was more than willing to engage in other, pleasant distractions.

Merlin realized something was wrong when, the next morning, after spending a night with Gwen exploring each other's bodies, which ended with a handjob from Gwen, he was unable to heat the water for Arthur's bath.

After cursing and waving his hand angrily, as if that would make the water heat up, Merlin had had to draw the bath and carry the water up to Arthur's room without the aid of any magic. Arthur was in such a foul mood, when, upon awakening, he discovered a luke warm bath, and found his armour unpolished, that he ordered Merlin away until lunchtime.

It wasn't until after serving Arthur his lunch(And drawing another luke warm bath), that Merlin's magic returned. Merlin was worried, but as his magic was present the next morning, Merlin thought nothing of it.

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The unicorn fiasco was bad, and Merlin didn't think he would ever forget it as long as he lived. Arthur had drank poison for him, had nearly died for him, and Merlin had been unable to help. He would be haunted by the image of Arthur laying on the sand, so still, barely breathing, for a long, long time.

Arthur didn't seem all that affected by the trials. The only difference that Merlin could discern was the tight press of his lips and a loss of appetite. Lady Morgana noticed as well, and she diverted the King's attention so Arthur was left alone with his thoughts.

Arthur retired early and Merlin was left to his own devises, though Arthur told him to come up to his room in a hour. Merlin passed the time pleasantly, making out in a dark corner with a chambermaid, Annise. He suckled her nipples and brought her off with his finger; she reciprocated, when she came to her senses, with her mouth.

Sated and dazed, Merlin stumbled to Arthur's chambers. Arthur took one look at him, saw his flushed face and goofy smile, and rolled his eyes. “You're a moron,” Arthur said, curtly; “Now I need this shirt sewn for tomorrow night's ball.” Merlin nodded and took the shirt back to his room. He chanted the spell to repair the garment and nothing happened.

His magic didn't return until the following night.

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The conversation that followed with Gaius was one of the most awkward of Merlin's life. Talking to his mother about sex was only marginally worse than discussing it with Gaius. The physician did solve Merlin's problem about his disappearing magic, though, so the discomfort was worth it.

“If I have sex,” Merlin said, faintly, “Than I forfeit all of my power?”

Gaius shrugged his shoulders. “It would appear so.” Merlin absently handed the older man the cup he wanted. “It is good, then, that you and the Prince have not yet engaged in sex.”

Merlin choked on a mouthful of water. “I'm not having relations with the Crown Prince! I have enough to worry about. If I got involved with Arthur, than I would definitely loose my head.”

“My apologies, Merlin. I assumed you and the Prince were involved. It is for the best, than, that you two should remain as you are. And, Merlin, for God sakes, do not have sex.”

Merlin frowned and stalked out of the room. He needed to bring his Prince breakfast. As if he didn't have enough to worry about; not only did he have to protect the prat Arthur, hide his magic and serve Arthur, but now he needed to remain abstinent. If he didn't, he would loose all the power he had to keep his Prince safe.

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Remaining abstinent wasn't all that hard. After the feast and the subsequent romp with the chambermaid, Arthur kept Merlin far too busy to even think about sex. In the following month Merlin saved Arthur from werewolves, another poisoned drink, a horde of minotaurs, and a harpy.

The attacks only strengthened Merlin's resolve; he would do everything in his power to make sure Arthur remained safe. If he had to spend the rest of his life alone and celibate, than so be it. It was worth it in the long run if Arthur remained safe.

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Merlin's magic continued to grow in leaps and bounds. It was becoming more and more difficult to hide what he was. Merlin didn't even have to chant a spell to make something happen. He only had to think what he wanted done and it happened.

Merlin soon learned that in order to protect his secret, he needed to erect barriers in his mind. If he left his mind open, he was vulnerable not only to sorcerer attacks(Which he discovered the hard way, courtesy of Lady Ashford), but he unintentionally cast spells.

Arthur had, amazingly enough, remained oblivious to Merlin's secret. Whether the Prince knew and was just pretending, or he refused to accept what Merlin truly was, Merlin was unsure. And yet, his secret remained safe.

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If the whole castle-Except for Arthur and Merlin-hadn't been turned to stone, maybe Merlin could have kept his secret longer, at least until Arthur was King, and Merlin could be fairly certain Arthur wasn't going to have him beheaded.

Arthur was bleeding everywhere. The Sorceress had stabbed Arthur in the stomach before the Prince beheaded her. Panicked, Merlin felt he had no choice but to levitate Arthur to the Prince's quarters.

Arthur watched Merlin through pain glazed eyes as Merlin healed him. Clarity returned to Arthur's eyes, and his face regained its healthy glow. Arthur sat up carefully, and his hands touched his stomach, searching for a wound. Finding none, Arthur turned burning eyes on his manservant.

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“You're a wizard,” Arthur said, faintly. “And you've hidden it from me this whole time.”

Merlin blanched and backed away from his Prince. Arthur didn't look all that angry. If Merlin had to judge, he would say Arthur appeared more tired than anything else.

“I...” Merlin trailed off, unsure what he should say.

Arthur staggered to his feet and stalked towards Merlin, like a panther stalking its prey. “You didn't trust me enough to tell me.” he accused.

Merlin glared. “I trust you,” Arthur's eyes were skeptical, “I do! It's just hard to admit you're a sorcerer, when your father beheads or burns everything that shows a hint of magic.”

“I'm not my Father.”

Merlin sighed. “No, you're not, but I was still scared.”

Arthur sighed and ran a blood smeared hand through his blond hair. “We appear to be at an impasse.”

He had no idea what his Prince was talking about. But, he nodded as if he understood. Arthur scoffed and clarified; “I have no desire to argue with you about your magic; we can discuss it, in detail, at a later date. As of right now, there's other things I would rather be doing.” Arthur pressed his lips to Merlin's.

Shock surged through Merlin's body, and his mouth fell open with his surprise. Arthur's tongue, plunging into his mouth, felt like a brand. Merlin whimpered whenever Arthur's mouth left his, and Merlin could feel Arthur's smirk even with his eyes closed.

“You've been driving me crazy,” Arthur whispered; “Flaunting your escapades. I wanted to banish that chambermaid you slept with. She was bragging about how she slept with the Prince's personal servant. She can't have you anymore; you're mine.”

The possessiveness in Arthur's tone sent tingles down Merlin's spine. Arthur's hardness rubbed against Merlin's, and he gasped, his toes curling. Undressing Arthur was so familiar to Merlin, he could have down it in his sleep. Arthur watched through hooded eyes as Merlin undid his trousers and dropped to his knees.

Merlin licked the tip of Arthur's cock experimentally. Arthur shuddered above him and his hands threaded through Merlin's hair. He blew cold air on the tip of the Prince's cock and Arthur choked out a strangled moan. Merlin engulfed Arthur's cock without any warning, and the Arthur's fingers tightened painfully, gripping hard enough to rip the hair out of Merlin's head.

The pain was enough to bring Merlin back to himself. What was he doing? If things continued as they were and he had sex with Arthur, than he was going to loose his powers. A blowjob was enough to make his magic disappear for twenty-four hours. And, according to what he had read, sex would make his magic vanish forever.

Was he willing to serve Arthur without his magic? Would the Prince even want him if he were powerless? Yes, Arthur had just realized Merlin was a wizard, and he appeared to have accepted Merlin for what he was. But what reason would Arthur have for keeping Merlin around if he were powerless?

The dragon had told Merlin it was his destiny to protect Arthur until he became King, and Merlin had always assumed that meant with magic. Maybe, just maybe he could keep Arthur safe without the aid of his powers. It wouldn't be easy, though.

Doubt spread through Merlin. How was he supposed to keep Arthur safe without his magic? He was nothing without his powers. Just the thought of going the rest of his life without it made him feel cold and alone. And without his magic, he was utterly worthless He was horrible with swords, and Merlin doubted Arthur would accept his help out on the battlefield. So that left him with magic.

“Merlin?” Arthur's voice, soft and uncertain, drew Merlin's attention back to his Prince. Arthur was utterly beautiful, his body glistening with sweat, his cock hard and smeared with precome and Merlin's saliva.

“It all comes down to love,” Merlin whispered.

The realization hit Merlin like a slap in the face. He wanted whatever he could get from his Prince, and he was willing to sacrifice everything in order to be with him. If he had to loose his magic to be with Arthur, than so be it.

He loved Arthur, and Arthur loved him too, Merlin could see it in the Prince's eyes. His love gave him all the strength he needed.

He would serve his Prince for the rest of his life. Even if he had to stalk Arthur, than he would do so. His magic was just one piece of what made up Merlin; and without it he was in fact weaker, but it was his love, and not his magic, that made Merlin so powerful.

He was strong because he was willing to do whatever it took to protect his Prince. It was going to be difficult, Merlin knew that, but he could and would do whatever it took to keep Arthur safe until Arthur claimed his throne.

“What are you talking about?”Arthur snapped.

Merlin smiled but didn't answer. Arthur's breath caught in his throat. Merlin's eyes itched, and he knew that Arthur could see his eyes glowing gold. Arthur grunted, and Merlin smirked. The Prince was bound in place, his arms pinned to the wall by invisible hands. He was stuck in place, and completely at Merlin's mercy.

“What should I do with you?” Merlin asked. Arthur said nothing, but his body went stiff, his arms straining against the invisible bonds. Merlin licked Arthur's cock a couple of times just so he could hear Arthur groan.

Merlin staggered to his feet and with a wave of his hand, turned Arthur around, so he was facing the wall. Merlin sucked three of his fingers into his mouth. Arthur moaned low and dirty when, without any warning, Merlin penetrated him with two fingers.

“You're so tight, my Prince,” Arthur bucked and rubbed his cock against the cold, stone wall. “No one's ever done this to you, have they?” Arthur remained stubbornly silent. Merlin pressed a third finger inside, and squeezed his eyes shut when the tight muscles constricted around his fingers. “Answer me!”

Arthur whined and pushed back against Merlin's fingers, silently begging him to move. Merlin licked the shell of Arthur's ear. The Prince was so responsive, shivering and helpless, bound by Merlin's magic, restrained and barely able to move. His cock was hard and leaking, and he was ready for Merlin, ready to be fucked. But Merlin refused to do anything, not until he got his answer.

“You're spread out and helpless, my Prince. You want me badly, don't you? But you can't have me, not until you answer my question. No one has ever touched you like this before, have they?”

“No!” Arthur sobbed as Merlin withdrew his fingers, and, with a quick incantation, slicked his cock. It was utter heaven as Merlin sank into Arthur's tight body. Arthur was mumbling incoherently under his breath and pushing back against Merlin's body.

It took a few tries, but Merlin eventually found Arthur's sweet spot, and he brushed against it with every thrust inside Arthur's willing body. He caressed Arthur's cock with tendrils of magic, unable to hold back, his thrusts hard and almost brutal in their intensity.

Merlin chanted under his breath, unsure of what he was saying. But the words flowed unheeded from his mouth, and warmth mixed with his coming orgasm, spread through his body. As his climax approached, Arthur began to speak.

“Damn you Merlin! Say you'll never leave me, say you're mine!” Arthur whispered. Arthur's voice was quiet and yet, it held such vulnerability that it caused Merlin's heart to clench painfully. And really, when had Merlin ever been able to deny Arthur anything?

“I'm yours, just as you're mine.” Merlin said, and Arthur cried out, his warm seed splashing against the wall and Merlin's hand. The pleasure was too much for Merlin to bare, and he followed his Prince over the edge, the pleasure so intense that Merlin blacked out.

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Merlin awoke and he almost wept as he realized the comforting hum of his magic was gone. Arthur watched him from a chair by the fire, a goblet of wine in his hand. Arthur nodded his head when he realized Merlin was awake and watching him.

“You knew if you slept with me your magic would be gone.” Arthur whispered. Merlin nodded. “And yet you still slept with me.”

“Yes.” Merlin said. He wrapped his arms around his legs, noting absently that he was dressed again. “How did you know?”

Arthur snorted. “You talk in your sleep. You were mumbling about unicorns, virginity and your magic. It's amazing you're still alive, considering what you say when you're unaware.”

“Now you're vulnerable.” Merlin whispered, feeling hollow and alone. He loved Arthur, and he was going to protect his Prince, but he was only now realizing how difficult that was going to be. If given the chance, though, Merlin would make the same decision again if it meant he could be with his Prince.

“Is the castle back to normal?” Merlin asked, only just remembering the feast and the sorcerer, and everyone turned to stone. “Yes,” Arthur said, raising his goblet; “Who do you think got me the wine?” Arthur's voice was teasing, and a surge of love filled Merlin.

The emotion was so strong, and so sudden that it caught Merlin by surprise. Warmth filled him, along with the flood of magic. He gasped and hunched over, and Arthur was by his side in an instant, his hand a comforting weight on Merlin's shoulder.

Magic wasn't the only thing that filled Merlin's mind; along with it came a realization so strong that Merlin was shocked he hadn't understood sooner.

“Virginity brings a powerful magic,” Merlin said, his voice choked with tears. Merlin clasped his hand over his Prince's. “But love is even more powerful than virginity and all it brings. My love for you is as pure as my virginity was, and my feelings for you, as pure as the snow, is what fuels my magic.

“As long as I love you, and you return the feeling, than I will have my magic, and it will be more powerful than before.”

Arthur gasped, and as his lips touched his, Merlin realized he would draw his strength from his lover and Prince for the rest of his life.

The End

Honda Civic Tour

JenniferlkRBF@gmail.com — Sun, 11 May 2008 20:17:46 GMT

Ah, so I saw Panic at the Disco yesterday with my best friend Matthew. We got there about fifteen minutes before the doors opened. I nearly had a panic attack standing in the line because there were so many people. Matthew and I were standing right next to Panic's tourbus(At least I THINK it was their bus, because it had their name on it, but hey, I'm not a stalker, so I have no idea). They were promoting eco-friendly stuff, and I was laughing my ass off, because I was all like, "What are they getting at? Their bus is idling, and like, polluting the air!" Eh, whatever: I found out that their bus runs on like, corn oil, or some crap like that, so I was wrong, but still.

More behind the cut...

Spencer Smith came over shortly after Ryan, Brendon and Jon started picking up the bracelets the fans were throwing on stage. This is the only shot I got of Spencer, and it's labeled on my computer as "Spencer Smith's Ass!"

I've labeled this photo "Sorta Ryden Moment II". Unfortunately they didn't really do anything that risqué, and by the time they were singing in the same microphone, my camera was dead. *Sigh* Oh well, this picture is my background :)

I've labeled this photo as "Ryan Ross Plays His Stupid Cymbal". You can't see it, but it's in his hand. Stupid, camera that makes it seem like I'm so much farther away than I am!"

Pretty much explains itself.

I've labeled this picture as "Panic Is Amused as Zack Gets Bracelets".

I have no idea what Jon Walker's playing. But I it's the best picture I got of him.

So we finally get inside, and it was so crowded. Obviously there were signs everywhere promoting the band, and screaming kids everywhere. I saw the merch stand, and I immediately dragged Matthew into the crowd. It took nearly fifteen minutes just to get to the counter(And that was mainly because Matthew, God bless his soul, shoved people out of the way), and it took forever just to get a shirt, because the merch lady was ignoring me.

I got a Panic shirt(And dear Lord, are they UGLY), a green one with the tour dates on the back. I wanted that one because of the dates on the back, not out of any real fondness for it. I also got my brother James a Motion City Soundtrack shirt.

So we finally got our seats. Matthew and I were seated to the right of the stage, in section 202, section HH. We could see the stage clearly, and I was happy; that was money well spent.

Oh my God, the commercials they showed were so annoying. I know that it's the Honda Civic Tour, but why did they feel the need to repeat the same car commercials over and over? And the stupid eco friendly commercial with Brendon Urie was cute the first time I saw it, but by the time Panic came out, I had seen it FIVE times. I wanted to smack him in the head, because as adorable and puppy-ish Brendon Urie is, I'm not buying his environmental love. Sue me; I get homicidal when faced with repeating commercials.

The giant screen they were showing the commercials(And music videos on)was cute for all of two minutes. The same Honda Civic commercial(with Panic at the Disco!)kept showing their stupid promo on it, at least THREE HUNDRED times before Panic came out. And the promo music was ultra annoying too.

On that giant screen there was a number to send text messages to, and they would appear on the screen. I was all like, "Hey, that's a great idea!" But, just like the commercials and that stupid screen, it soon got old. There are only so many times you can read "brendon urie is hott!!!!" before you too, begin to feel homocidal.

But what really got on my nerves was the texts that said, for example, "Scream if you love patd!" Or, "Scream u thnk ryan ross is hott!" and people perceded to let out loud, piercing screams. I love Panic at the Disco, but I don't feel the need to scream to prove this. I can understand if the band's on the stage, that's fine, but screaming just because someone told me to? Hell no.

Matthew and I were amused, however, when people misspelled the band's name in the text messages. Someone spelled Panic "Panick", and Brendon's name was butchered. I saw "Brandon", "Brendan", and my favorite, "Breandan". I also saw someone write "Screem if u luv Erick Ross". Granted, the person could have meant someone they were with, Eric Ross, but I personally believe they didn't know Ryan Ross' name.

I know I sound like a jerk, but when you've been sitting there for nearly three hours waiting for Panic to come out, little things begin to piss you off.

Phantom Planet was surprisingly good. Their songs were catching and their set was great. They had the audience participating in a black magic ritual(The lead singer's words, not mine)and go "ooh". My favorite part of the set was when, as we were all going "Oooh", the lead singer kept yelling, "Stop laughing! You're ruining the affect!"

I didn't like the Hush Sound. Sorry Greta. During their set Matthew went out and bought Phantom Planet's CD from the merch table. I have no idea if it's good, I haven't had a chance to listen to it yet.

Motion City Soundtrack was great. I almost liked them more than Panic. I know that's blasphemous, but I just enjoyed their set more. My two favorite parts of their set: the lead singer's microphone stand got stuck and a soundtech had to come out and fix it, and also the keyboardists headbanging was endlessly amusing.

Panic at the Disco's set was amazing. They're pretty good live, but Streetlight Manifesto will always have my heart. Jon Walker seemed kind of distant in the beginning, but he eventually began to interact with Brendon. Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross were all smiles, shared the same microphone, and were joking around. I enjoyed watching Brendon prance around the stage.

Panic sang a nice mix of their old stuff and new ones as well. I enjoyed Ryan Ross introducing "I write Sins Not Tragedies" as "A new song you won't recognize." And as the band began playing, "Oops, I lied!"
Northern Downpours was introduced with Brendon saying, "The words are up on the monitor, so there's no excuse for not singing!" And the words weren't up there until the last couple of lines.
Ryan Ross, who I'm not a big fan of, made me laugh because he kept dragging out his cymbals, which he claims to have bought three weeks ago. He also kept waving at the crowd like a dork, with a stupid smile on his face.
My favorite part of the whole concert was when people in the mosh pit threw their bracelets up on the stage. At first Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross picked them up and put them on their arm. Jon Walker came over and picked some up too. Spencer Smith eventually joined them(I got a nice picture of Spencer's ass!), and got some, too. Brendon eventually asked Zack if they could keep the bracelets, and he said yes, and come out on the stage, and collected all the bracelets. Poor Jon Walker got hit in the face with a bracelet, which I thought was hilarious.
Panic at the Disco ended their set, singing "Na na na na! Hey! Hey! Hey! Goodbye!" the crowd waved their arms and sang back, "Goodbye!" Brendon, Jon, Spencer and Ryan, walked off the stage singing "Goodbye!" which I thought was so cool.

Overall the concert was really good. Despite all of my complaints, I had a great time. I got tons of pictures, and a couple of videos too. My only complaint with the pictures is, despite how close I was, it looks like I was all the way up in the balcony. And, even when I zoomed, while everyone's bodies and clothes came out clear, their faces were fuzzy. Oh well, it was worth it.