comment_fic | Thursday: Threesomes and Moresomes

Thursday: Threesomes and Moresomes

Hey, hey! Today is Thursday and I will be hosting your ficcage today. Today's theme will be Threesomes and Moresomes, so lets see all the interesting combinations you can come up with.

Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:

Fandom, characters, prompt

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?

And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.

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It was night, and Arthur had finally taken off his crown. Now he sat in the dark. Every candle in the room was gathered around the bed, where Merlin lay. Well, Merlin was stretched there; limbs splayed and bound in place. Every once in a while he tried to move, and braided leather creaked. Even though he'd finally admitted to being a wizard, and accepted the hastily-created post of Court Sorcerer, Arthur was tempted to tell him his duties would still include oiling these leathers.

Lancelot hovered between the pale man's legs, his own skin gilded by the flames' light. As Arthur watched, he licked his lips, slowly, enjoying the stickiness of pre-cum. His hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed, and his own cock was imprisoned in tight lacing, a match for the one he'd just tormented. His only wizard, and the best of his knights, tangled up in ropes in the king's own bed, and he wasn't sure if the heat in his belly was jealousy or satisfaction.

"My lord," Lancelot said formally, and he stood. When he got closer he could see that Merlin's face was unusually flushed and sweaty, his eyes pleading. Then again, they didn't usually play such games for so long, so he probably should have expected that.

"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked. Merlin glared up at him.

"You are both sadists. Both of you."

He snickered.

"You're the one who said, I don't care what you have to do, you two have to start getting along."

"Yes, but I wasn't expecting to be tied up and... and teased for three hours!"

"Two," Lancelot corrected helpfully.

"And you did agree," Arthur added mildly. Merlin's glare did not abate, though he smiled a little when his king gripped his shoulder, an unspoken are you still alright with this and yes, you prat. And that kind of silent communication was something they'd learned over years together, something that was just for them. Something Merlin and Lancelot didn't yet share, and that helped to make it alright that there were things they did.

Still. It had been hours, and Merlin normally couldn't hold out for more than a few minutes when Arthur really got creative.

"Finish the show," he ordered, reaching down to pull loose the ties holding back his wizard's orgasm.

"For my king," Lancelot murmured, and bent to his task. Swollen, well-used lips closed around Merlin's shaft, wetting it all over again, and then his cheeks hollowed with suction and Merlin tensed in his bonds. Braided leather and golden light and muscles starkly defined beneath his skin, his eyes open on nothing as he shuddered and gasped and came. A sacrifice of pleasure, drawn by his knight from his wizard's body.

Arthur smiled, and tangled his hand in that crow's nest of hair. That would take the pressure off for one of his men, and the game could begin again.