Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: Milestone
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Warning: none
Summary: Merlin’s a fanfic writer and just reached a milestone of words. Arthur’s less than pleased.
Word Count: 585
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 500, Milestone
Author's Notes: unbetaed,
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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“And it’s done,” Merlin gave a little woohoo, then bounced in his chair, celebrating.
Old grumpy guts, Arthur, usually Merlin’s boyfriend extraordinaire, merely grunted. “Are you sure? Because you said that yesterday and the day before and the day before that. And the week before that.”
Merlin turned around, grinning, fake-dusting his hands off as if he’d been working in the fields or something, then nodded toward his computer. “All done but more importantly, I’ve hit a milestone. A million words, exactly. Fanfic for the win.”
Still grumbling, Arthur gave a long sigh, as if he’d heard it all before, then got up and leaned over Merlin’s shoulder. He gave a choked-off laugh when he started reading what Merlin had written. “Your millionth word is cock?”
“Yep, and even better, I’ve written it ten thousand times exactly over the last year. Milestone and milestone.”
“You keep track of how many times you write cock?” When Merlin nodded, Arthur whispered into Merlin’s ear, “How about we see how many times I can make you scream while I’m sucking on your milestone?”
Lifting his eyebrows a bit, pretending to think about it, Merlin finally nodded. “I’d like to see you try,” Merlin said, a challenge in his voice.
Arthur tackled him and proceeded to show him just how extraordinary a boyfriend he could be.
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By morning, with Arthur snoring away—all that hard, energetic and masterful efforts on Arthur’s part had left him exhausted—, nevertheless, Merlin woke with new stories in his head demanding to be written.
Honestly, though, Merlin could barely sit still at the computer. Every movement reminded him of Arthur’s ability to drive Merlin crazy with pleasure and their love-making had lasted well into the early morning. What a night and what a fantastic ache inside.
But stories were demanding, too, and it was only when Arthur started nuzzling his neck, that Merlin stopped typing.
Arthur sucked a bruise into Merlin’s skin, then pulled off, grumbling, “You just wrote a million words. I am not getting enough attention from my idiot of a boyfriend.”
“Come on, Arthur. I’ll be done soon,” Merlin said, not really believing it but not wanting to argue with him, either.
Arthur wasn’t falling for it this time, but he must have realised that Merlin needed to write as much as he needed air. Still frowning, Arthur growled, “Look, Merlin. Last night was… cough… adequate.” When Merlin protested, Arthur relented a little. “Okay, more than adequate but I want to see more than just the back of your head when we’re together. So I’ve come up with a solution, a quite brilliant one if I do say so myself.”
Merlin was wary but he said, “Okkaayy?”
Trying and failing to look innocent, Arthur said, “So… every time you write cock, one of us gets some.”
“Cock? That’s… umm…,” Merlin stopped, thinking that Arthur couldn’t be serious but just in case he was, Merlin said, “You do know I wrote that word 10000 times last year. Do you think you are up to it?”
“Are you?” Arthur said, his voice low and sultry.
Shit, Arthur was serious. And Merlin had to admit that he’d been ignoring Arthur far more than he should. Besides, that was a challenge Merlin could get behind—literally.
Nodding, Merlin grinned, then knowing Arthur’s competitive streak, typed COCK, COCK, COCK into his latest fic. In the largest font he could find and in bold so that Arthur wouldn’t miss it.
It was time for another milestone.