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fifty_fifty) wrote2018-11-22 02:21 pm
fifty_fifty) wrote2018-11-22 02:21 pm
FIC: Practical Magic
Author: fifty_fifty
Title: Practical Magic
Rating: Explicit
Pairing/s: Merlin/Merlin
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: They search for hours, through book after book, before finally they reopen the discarded one. They both stare at the rather explicit diagram with dismay.
“I guess we’ve got no choice. We’ll have to do it,” says other Merlin.
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t got anything I’ve not seen,” jokes Merlin to ease the mood. “It will be like...” he licks his lips managing to force the word from his lips, “...masturbating. But…”
“With one of us having their cock up the other’s arse.”
Warnings: Self-cest
Word Count: 1000
Author's Notes: This fic was written for Pornalot 2018 - Challenge 4: Super(natural). I plan on writing a longer, more fleshed out version of this at some point. Until then, I'm just gonna post it here.
Merlin’s chest burns and he struggles to breath. Finally, he manages to gasp in air. He pushes himself up to sitting. Where did the sorcerer go?
He scans the clearing until his eyes rest on an unconscious form which causes him to do a double-take. On shaky legs, he makes his way over to the man. The uneasy feeling growing with every step until he’s close enough to confirm.
The man is him.
He rushes over to help… himself? Once his other self is conscious they rush off back to Camelot.
***
“Look, I think one of us should stay here in our room at all times. We both know that nothing good can come of this. It’s got sorcery written all over it,” says Merlin pacing the room.
“I know. We need to fix this fast,” agrees the other Merlin.
“Gaius?” Merlin suggests.
“No, not yet. You stay here,” says other Merlin. “I’ll look for books in the library where we found the goblin.”
“Okay, I’ll check my… our spell book.”
***
Merlin sits at his desk whilst the other Merlin is sitting on the bed, his dark head of hair bent over a book. It’s weird watching yourself. Is his haircut really as awful as that? Does he always stick out his tongue when concentrating? And have his ears always been that big? Merlin’s not sure. Until Camelot he’d never really seen a clear reflection of himself. The closest thing was a still lake on a clear summer’s day. He knows he’s not like Arthur, golden and beautiful. But he looks all right. Passable.
He turns back to his book.
“Merlin!” calls Arthur’s voice through the door. “MERLIN!”
Arthur’s feet thud across the floor.
“Quick!” Merlin hisses to his other self. “Hide!”
With wide-panicked eyes, other Merlin quickly squeezes himself behind the door. Arthur flings it open.
“Ah, there you are! My armour needs cleaning.” Without further ado, he dumps it unceremoniously on the floor. “See that it’s shining by morning.”
When he’s gone both Merlins sigh letting their magic do the work, whilst continuing to scourer books.
***
“Ah, ha!” exclaims other Merlin.
“What?” asks Merlin looking up from his book.
“Oh no. No, no. Forget it. Forget it.”
Merlin heads over anyway and looks over other Merlin’s shoulder, his eyes bug out in shock. “What the…”
“Yeah,” says other Merlin closing the book. “It’s okay. We’ll find another way to do it.”
They search for hours, through book after book, before finally they reopen the discarded one. They both stare at the rather explicit diagram with dismay.
“I guess we’ve got no choice. We’ll have to do it,” says other Merlin.
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t got anything I’ve not seen,” jokes Merlin to ease the mood. “It will be like...” he licks his lips managing to force the word from his lips, “...masturbating. But…”
“With one of us having their cock up the other’s arse.”
***
Safely tucked away in the abandoned tower, they start to prepare the room. Merlin walks around with burning sage, whilst other Merlin starts to set out candles pilfered from a supplies cupboard, placing them in a large circle.
“Ready?” Merlin asks.
Other Merlin nods, starting to take off his clothes. With a nervous shiver of anticipation, Merlin starts to strip too. Once they’re both naked, they step into the circle. Merlin is half-hard already from the excitement. He’d thought it would be the other way. He’s never done anything like this before. But that’s okay, neither has his other self.
“So…” Other Merlin begins. “How should we…?”
Merlin reaches out, pulling him close impulsively. He rashly presses their lips together. Other Merlin freezes for a second before giving in and kissing in equal measure. They both relax into it, teasing, exploring, after all; they’re about to get a hell of a lot more intimate.
They walk backwards into the circle and as other Merlin wraps his hand around Merlin’s cock he gasps. His eyes flare, setting the candles alight. They’d already decided beforehand who would be tupping and who would be tupped. If only Merlin could stop kissing. Was it always this good, this filthy?
“The ritual,” he murmured.
“Mmm,” replied other Merlin, sliding his arms around Merlin’s waist. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
They position themselves to match the diagram, Merlin facing away, he’s thankful they won’t have to be face-to-face. If he has to lose his virginity this way, at least he’s losing it to himself.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He’d preparing himself before coming here. He’d read about sodomy in a book several years ago. It had been a very eye opening experience.
“Slick?” he asks, shuddering when he felt the tingle and warmth of magic inside him. Merlin bit his lip and reached behind him to grasp other Merlin’s cock.
“Are you sure?” other Merlin asks him hesitantly, placing a gentle hand on his back. “We don’t have to do this.”
“We do. We can’t carry on with two of us. It’s sorcery. We’d be risking our lives. Let’s just… then we’ll be one again and we can forget we ever did this.”
Other Merlin helps to guide his cock to Merlin’s hole and they both groan as the head breaches him. Gods it feels weird and Merlin is sure it’s going to be too tight, until his magic helps him adjust. He slowly sinks down, inch-by-inch until fully-seated.
“Oh gods,” gasps the other Merlin. “This feels so…”
“Yeah.”
Merlin starts to move. Slowly riding himself with closed eyes. Okay. This is better. He tilts his hips and gasps, his eyes opening, flaring gold. What is that? He moans helplessly and carries on fucking onto other Merlin’s cock.
“We need to… the spell… To become one again...”
“Oh, I’m not sure that’s necessary,” comes a voice from the door. Both Merlin’s eyes snap to the doorway where Arthur stands, amused. “I think I’m going to enjoy having two of you.”
fifty_fiftyTitle: Practical Magic
Rating: Explicit
Pairing/s: Merlin/Merlin
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: They search for hours, through book after book, before finally they reopen the discarded one. They both stare at the rather explicit diagram with dismay.
“I guess we’ve got no choice. We’ll have to do it,” says other Merlin.
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t got anything I’ve not seen,” jokes Merlin to ease the mood. “It will be like...” he licks his lips managing to force the word from his lips, “...masturbating. But…”
“With one of us having their cock up the other’s arse.”
Warnings: Self-cest
Word Count: 1000
Author's Notes: This fic was written for Pornalot 2018 - Challenge 4: Super(natural). I plan on writing a longer, more fleshed out version of this at some point. Until then, I'm just gonna post it here.
Merlin’s chest burns and he struggles to breath. Finally, he manages to gasp in air. He pushes himself up to sitting. Where did the sorcerer go?
He scans the clearing until his eyes rest on an unconscious form which causes him to do a double-take. On shaky legs, he makes his way over to the man. The uneasy feeling growing with every step until he’s close enough to confirm.
The man is him.
He rushes over to help… himself? Once his other self is conscious they rush off back to Camelot.
***
“Look, I think one of us should stay here in our room at all times. We both know that nothing good can come of this. It’s got sorcery written all over it,” says Merlin pacing the room.
“I know. We need to fix this fast,” agrees the other Merlin.
“Gaius?” Merlin suggests.
“No, not yet. You stay here,” says other Merlin. “I’ll look for books in the library where we found the goblin.”
“Okay, I’ll check my… our spell book.”
***
Merlin sits at his desk whilst the other Merlin is sitting on the bed, his dark head of hair bent over a book. It’s weird watching yourself. Is his haircut really as awful as that? Does he always stick out his tongue when concentrating? And have his ears always been that big? Merlin’s not sure. Until Camelot he’d never really seen a clear reflection of himself. The closest thing was a still lake on a clear summer’s day. He knows he’s not like Arthur, golden and beautiful. But he looks all right. Passable.
He turns back to his book.
“Merlin!” calls Arthur’s voice through the door. “MERLIN!”
Arthur’s feet thud across the floor.
“Quick!” Merlin hisses to his other self. “Hide!”
With wide-panicked eyes, other Merlin quickly squeezes himself behind the door. Arthur flings it open.
“Ah, there you are! My armour needs cleaning.” Without further ado, he dumps it unceremoniously on the floor. “See that it’s shining by morning.”
When he’s gone both Merlins sigh letting their magic do the work, whilst continuing to scourer books.
***
“Ah, ha!” exclaims other Merlin.
“What?” asks Merlin looking up from his book.
“Oh no. No, no. Forget it. Forget it.”
Merlin heads over anyway and looks over other Merlin’s shoulder, his eyes bug out in shock. “What the…”
“Yeah,” says other Merlin closing the book. “It’s okay. We’ll find another way to do it.”
They search for hours, through book after book, before finally they reopen the discarded one. They both stare at the rather explicit diagram with dismay.
“I guess we’ve got no choice. We’ll have to do it,” says other Merlin.
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t got anything I’ve not seen,” jokes Merlin to ease the mood. “It will be like...” he licks his lips managing to force the word from his lips, “...masturbating. But…”
“With one of us having their cock up the other’s arse.”
***
Safely tucked away in the abandoned tower, they start to prepare the room. Merlin walks around with burning sage, whilst other Merlin starts to set out candles pilfered from a supplies cupboard, placing them in a large circle.
“Ready?” Merlin asks.
Other Merlin nods, starting to take off his clothes. With a nervous shiver of anticipation, Merlin starts to strip too. Once they’re both naked, they step into the circle. Merlin is half-hard already from the excitement. He’d thought it would be the other way. He’s never done anything like this before. But that’s okay, neither has his other self.
“So…” Other Merlin begins. “How should we…?”
Merlin reaches out, pulling him close impulsively. He rashly presses their lips together. Other Merlin freezes for a second before giving in and kissing in equal measure. They both relax into it, teasing, exploring, after all; they’re about to get a hell of a lot more intimate.
They walk backwards into the circle and as other Merlin wraps his hand around Merlin’s cock he gasps. His eyes flare, setting the candles alight. They’d already decided beforehand who would be tupping and who would be tupped. If only Merlin could stop kissing. Was it always this good, this filthy?
“The ritual,” he murmured.
“Mmm,” replied other Merlin, sliding his arms around Merlin’s waist. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
They position themselves to match the diagram, Merlin facing away, he’s thankful they won’t have to be face-to-face. If he has to lose his virginity this way, at least he’s losing it to himself.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He’d preparing himself before coming here. He’d read about sodomy in a book several years ago. It had been a very eye opening experience.
“Slick?” he asks, shuddering when he felt the tingle and warmth of magic inside him. Merlin bit his lip and reached behind him to grasp other Merlin’s cock.
“Are you sure?” other Merlin asks him hesitantly, placing a gentle hand on his back. “We don’t have to do this.”
“We do. We can’t carry on with two of us. It’s sorcery. We’d be risking our lives. Let’s just… then we’ll be one again and we can forget we ever did this.”
Other Merlin helps to guide his cock to Merlin’s hole and they both groan as the head breaches him. Gods it feels weird and Merlin is sure it’s going to be too tight, until his magic helps him adjust. He slowly sinks down, inch-by-inch until fully-seated.
“Oh gods,” gasps the other Merlin. “This feels so…”
“Yeah.”
Merlin starts to move. Slowly riding himself with closed eyes. Okay. This is better. He tilts his hips and gasps, his eyes opening, flaring gold. What is that? He moans helplessly and carries on fucking onto other Merlin’s cock.
“We need to… the spell… To become one again...”
“Oh, I’m not sure that’s necessary,” comes a voice from the door. Both Merlin’s eyes snap to the doorway where Arthur stands, amused. “I think I’m going to enjoy having two of you.”
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