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G through L › King Arthur
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,245
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Our Very Own
Title: Our Very Own
Author: CaityBear (cherishohlordy@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Lancelot
Summary: What if Lancelot and the other knights came back the night before the last battle.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't sue!
Archive: Sure... if you want to.
Chaper One
A slight sound was all he heard before Arthur saw the figure standing just beyond the veiled curtain that surrounded his bed. For one brief moment his hopes were raised, but then he saw it to be Guinevere and he felt his hopes receded once more. She came to him, the need burning in her and he did not deny her though he knew this was not love. He did not love Guinevere. He could not bring himself to love her. All he could do was satisfy the lust that lay in her eyes and know that with that act he gained an army of woads that would fight the Saxons along side him.
Long after the act itself Arthur found himself laying in his bed beside Guinevere, staring out the window and waiting for the darkness of night to lighten into morning. He watched as Guinevere slept, her breath was coming in quiet sighs as the moonlight bathed her face with innocence. Arthur knew that this is what should have made him happy. He should have wanted to wake her, kiss her, and make love to her again, but he could not bring himself to. It felt as though it would be a further betrayal of his beloved Lancelot.
Lancelot.
Just the name ignited a fire within Arthur that took all his strength to keep himself from acting on his yearnings. It had been Lancelot that he had loved since the moment he had laid eyes on him as a boy. It was Lancelot's love that he prayed to his god for nightly, knowing that he would burn in the deepest part of hell for his wants. It was Lancelot he had hoped his god would bring to his bed chamber that night, but took solace in Guinevere when she came to him. And now it was Guinevere who lay beside him while he thought only of Lancelot.
Getting up, Arthur dressed quietly as not to wake Guinevere and started to make his way quietly to the door. He had obviously not been quiet enough for he heard her stir and a moment later heard her speak. "Arthur, where are you going?" she asked in a sleepy daze. "A walk." he replied shortly and made for the door once more. "Come back to..." he cut off Guinevere's words as he shut the door behind him, not caring whether the act would offend her. She had gotten what she wanted and he had her promise of the woads help.
He wandered the hallways for a while and found himself standing before the round table that he and his knights had sat before for many hours at a time. Sitting he folded his hands in silently prayer to his god for the same thing he prayed for every night. "Why is it that you speak to your god," he heard Lancelot's voice behind him, causing his heart to race as his words faintly echoed off the walls around him "and not to me?" Arthur lowered his hands and smiled. "Because my god protests far less than you do." he said, smiling a pained smile that Lancelot could not even see.
Lancelot was the only one he ever wanted to speak to of all matters, but he could not. Especially not of the most important matter in his heart. He had to push all those thoughts away and ignore the gnawing feeling that came every moment he spent with Lancelot until it was all he could do to keep from taking hold of his beloved knight and letting his wants overcome him.
"Why do you not leave, Lancelot? You are free men now. You do not need to feel bound to this land or to me." Instead of replying immediately Lancelot took a few steps forward until he stood just beside Arthur's chair. "I do not know about the others, but I stay because I love you." he said, and Arthur's heart leapt until he heard what else Lancelot had to say. "You and I are brothers. I have fought beside you for nearly 15 years. I could not abandon you now." Arthur nodded, his heart broken, but he refused to let it show with Lancelot so close. "Thank you, Lancelot. You truly are a good friend." And that's all he would ever be, Arthur thought to himself. Then, instead of leaving or saying something of battle plans Lancelot reached out and lay his hand on the back of Arthur's head, stroking his jet black hair. "Why did you not tell me that you love me?" he asked, his voicing making it very clear that he did not speak of the love between brothers.
(Author's Note: Okay, no smut in this chapter, but I promise some will come soon)
Author: CaityBear (cherishohlordy@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Lancelot
Summary: What if Lancelot and the other knights came back the night before the last battle.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't sue!
Archive: Sure... if you want to.
Chaper One
A slight sound was all he heard before Arthur saw the figure standing just beyond the veiled curtain that surrounded his bed. For one brief moment his hopes were raised, but then he saw it to be Guinevere and he felt his hopes receded once more. She came to him, the need burning in her and he did not deny her though he knew this was not love. He did not love Guinevere. He could not bring himself to love her. All he could do was satisfy the lust that lay in her eyes and know that with that act he gained an army of woads that would fight the Saxons along side him.
Long after the act itself Arthur found himself laying in his bed beside Guinevere, staring out the window and waiting for the darkness of night to lighten into morning. He watched as Guinevere slept, her breath was coming in quiet sighs as the moonlight bathed her face with innocence. Arthur knew that this is what should have made him happy. He should have wanted to wake her, kiss her, and make love to her again, but he could not bring himself to. It felt as though it would be a further betrayal of his beloved Lancelot.
Lancelot.
Just the name ignited a fire within Arthur that took all his strength to keep himself from acting on his yearnings. It had been Lancelot that he had loved since the moment he had laid eyes on him as a boy. It was Lancelot's love that he prayed to his god for nightly, knowing that he would burn in the deepest part of hell for his wants. It was Lancelot he had hoped his god would bring to his bed chamber that night, but took solace in Guinevere when she came to him. And now it was Guinevere who lay beside him while he thought only of Lancelot.
Getting up, Arthur dressed quietly as not to wake Guinevere and started to make his way quietly to the door. He had obviously not been quiet enough for he heard her stir and a moment later heard her speak. "Arthur, where are you going?" she asked in a sleepy daze. "A walk." he replied shortly and made for the door once more. "Come back to..." he cut off Guinevere's words as he shut the door behind him, not caring whether the act would offend her. She had gotten what she wanted and he had her promise of the woads help.
He wandered the hallways for a while and found himself standing before the round table that he and his knights had sat before for many hours at a time. Sitting he folded his hands in silently prayer to his god for the same thing he prayed for every night. "Why is it that you speak to your god," he heard Lancelot's voice behind him, causing his heart to race as his words faintly echoed off the walls around him "and not to me?" Arthur lowered his hands and smiled. "Because my god protests far less than you do." he said, smiling a pained smile that Lancelot could not even see.
Lancelot was the only one he ever wanted to speak to of all matters, but he could not. Especially not of the most important matter in his heart. He had to push all those thoughts away and ignore the gnawing feeling that came every moment he spent with Lancelot until it was all he could do to keep from taking hold of his beloved knight and letting his wants overcome him.
"Why do you not leave, Lancelot? You are free men now. You do not need to feel bound to this land or to me." Instead of replying immediately Lancelot took a few steps forward until he stood just beside Arthur's chair. "I do not know about the others, but I stay because I love you." he said, and Arthur's heart leapt until he heard what else Lancelot had to say. "You and I are brothers. I have fought beside you for nearly 15 years. I could not abandon you now." Arthur nodded, his heart broken, but he refused to let it show with Lancelot so close. "Thank you, Lancelot. You truly are a good friend." And that's all he would ever be, Arthur thought to himself. Then, instead of leaving or saying something of battle plans Lancelot reached out and lay his hand on the back of Arthur's head, stroking his jet black hair. "Why did you not tell me that you love me?" he asked, his voicing making it very clear that he did not speak of the love between brothers.
(Author's Note: Okay, no smut in this chapter, but I promise some will come soon)