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100 Things Challenge, #12!
Working title: "Ramalama."
Fandom: BBC Merlin.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin.
Other stuff: Yes, the title refers to the song "Ramalama Bang Bang" by Roisin Murphy, and it's also included in the fic.
Word count: 2268 so far.
Originally this bunny was jotted down like this:
Arthur is a dancer, in town with a show. Every show he dances to Rama lama bang bang. It's a pure sex dance, and every show he picks someone out from the audience and has serious eye sex with them. One night he picks Merlin. Merlin falls for him, only to find out he's a complete snob off-stage. Trouble for Arthur is, he also falls for Merlin and has to learn some hard lessons in humility before they can get together.
Notes: If I ever get back to work on this fic, I greatly suspect it'll end up being long as fuck. Because every time I start poking at it, more plot points fall out. *pulls hair*
First the idea was just that Arthur was sexy on stage, but snooty as fuck off stage in a very general way, but it gets more and more detailed as I go along. Most of it is the fact that he's absurdly talented, and used to being treated like the golden boy he is. Morgana runs the show he travels with, and is the only one who regularly tells him when he's being a dick. Which is pretty much always. But she's his sister, so in Arthur's mind, she totally doesn't count. I have scenes thought out of Arthur dating only the prettiest girls, and not giving two shits about their feelings, only deciding by his own level of comfort how long the relationships last. He's never had to pursue anyone. Who he wants, he gets. And he KNOWS he's drop-dead sexy, which he uses to his advantage every chance he gets.
Merlin is in school, probably university. He goes to Arthur's show mostly against his will, and ends up being the "victim" of the night. Arthur loves toying with the audience, and every night he picks one "lucky" person to have filthy eye-sex/dance-off with, and of course he ends up picking Merlin. Merlin leaves the show with a major boner and a brand new fanboy crush. Arthur barely remembers him.
At Gwen's insistence Merlin tries to get Arthur's autograph, but is disgusted by what a major prick he is. He says some really snarky things to Arthur, who hardly believes his own ears. Because who would say such things to him!? He's gorgeous! Everybody knows it!
Enter next plot point. Merlin's mum runs a charity for kids, and because Gwen is a blabbermouth, Hunith gets the impression that Merlin is able to get in and talk with Arthur, and ask if he would volunteer a few hours of charity work, teaching some poor kids to dance. Merlin of course despairs but can't say no. It's for charity, after all.
Much to his surprise, Arthur agrees to see him and even accepts the proposal. Because of course it's eating him up that Merlin dared be so rude to him, and for some strange (pfft) reason, it actually matters to him what the big-eared bean-stalk thinks of him.
I think the rest should be obvious from here.
Notes about the following snippet: Yes, the music here is Ramalama Bang Bang. It's a seriously sexy song, just FYI. And if you're wondering how Arthur looks, this is where I've looked to for inspiration. Just... imagine that stuff on Arthur's entire upper body. *distracted* Uhm... yes. Moving on.
Snippet:
The music was vaguely familiar with a firm beat and as the lights slowly came up, smoke billowed and Arthur appeared in a whirl of starry lights. Topless with blue, glittery tribal markings painted on his face and chest, Merlin had to admit to himself that he would probably remember this at his next wanking session. He was only two rows from the stage and he could even make out the blonde hairs on Arthur's stomach, which made him feel suddenly hotter.
Arthur prowled back and forth across the stage and locked gazes with several people in the audience, as if looking for someone. Merlin's gut clenched as Arthur's blue eyes settled on him and stayed there. Arthur pointed him out and Merlin squirmed in his seat. He didn't like to be put on display like that, but he couldn't look away from the intense gaze a few feet away and didn't even notice how the old ladies giggled beside him.
With their eyes still locked, Arthur started dancing. In reality, it wasn't dancing. It was pornography on stage. Clothed, public pornography with the air as a willing partner. The smoke caressed Arthur's body as he rolled his hips and flexed his muscles with every move and Merlin felt himself slowly falling apart in his seat.
Twirling around himself, Arthur finally broke their eye-contact, but every time he faced the front of the stage he found Merlin's gaze again and Merlin would have been lying until his pants were well and truly on fire if he had tried to convince anyone that he wasn't rock-hard in his jeans.
The beat got steadily heavier, as if it was somehow designed for fucking to and Merlin found himself sweating as Arthur practically threw himself down onto the stage, only to catch himself with his arms as if he was about to do push-ups. Or about to fuck. Merlin's imagination easily provided the imagery for the last option and he felt like he was about to melt when Arthur slowly reached his one hand towards Merlin again, practically inviting him to join in. And then, perfectly in time with the beat, Arthur let his groin smoothly surge down and touch the floor. Merlin would never admit this to anyone, but he'd had actual sex that was less exciting than that display. And it was still aimed squarely at him.
Completely unashamed, Arthur started fucking the floor. Quite literally. And he looked like he was enjoying himself very much indeed. The beat was steady and heavy and by the time the music crested, Merlin was just about to embarrass himself from the sensual display.
Arthur had collapsed on the stage and was reaching out to Merlin as if he was aching for him and even his eyes seemed to pull Merlin in as he ended the show with what anyone with a pair of eyes would call a very intense climax, way out of PG-rated territory.
When the beat stuttered to a halt, so did Arthur's hips and Merlin managed to see Arthur's eyes seek him out once again and watched him take a deep breath before the lights suddenly went out.
The crowd roared with delight and jumped to their feet for the applause. Merlin felt dazed and shook his head. He didn't feel able to stand just yet, but he craned he neck backwards to catch Gwen's eye and she looked positively ecstatic on his behalf.
Fandom: BBC Merlin.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin.
Other stuff: Yes, the title refers to the song "Ramalama Bang Bang" by Roisin Murphy, and it's also included in the fic.
Word count: 2268 so far.
Originally this bunny was jotted down like this:
Arthur is a dancer, in town with a show. Every show he dances to Rama lama bang bang. It's a pure sex dance, and every show he picks someone out from the audience and has serious eye sex with them. One night he picks Merlin. Merlin falls for him, only to find out he's a complete snob off-stage. Trouble for Arthur is, he also falls for Merlin and has to learn some hard lessons in humility before they can get together.
Notes: If I ever get back to work on this fic, I greatly suspect it'll end up being long as fuck. Because every time I start poking at it, more plot points fall out. *pulls hair*
First the idea was just that Arthur was sexy on stage, but snooty as fuck off stage in a very general way, but it gets more and more detailed as I go along. Most of it is the fact that he's absurdly talented, and used to being treated like the golden boy he is. Morgana runs the show he travels with, and is the only one who regularly tells him when he's being a dick. Which is pretty much always. But she's his sister, so in Arthur's mind, she totally doesn't count. I have scenes thought out of Arthur dating only the prettiest girls, and not giving two shits about their feelings, only deciding by his own level of comfort how long the relationships last. He's never had to pursue anyone. Who he wants, he gets. And he KNOWS he's drop-dead sexy, which he uses to his advantage every chance he gets.
Merlin is in school, probably university. He goes to Arthur's show mostly against his will, and ends up being the "victim" of the night. Arthur loves toying with the audience, and every night he picks one "lucky" person to have filthy eye-sex/dance-off with, and of course he ends up picking Merlin. Merlin leaves the show with a major boner and a brand new fanboy crush. Arthur barely remembers him.
At Gwen's insistence Merlin tries to get Arthur's autograph, but is disgusted by what a major prick he is. He says some really snarky things to Arthur, who hardly believes his own ears. Because who would say such things to him!? He's gorgeous! Everybody knows it!
Enter next plot point. Merlin's mum runs a charity for kids, and because Gwen is a blabbermouth, Hunith gets the impression that Merlin is able to get in and talk with Arthur, and ask if he would volunteer a few hours of charity work, teaching some poor kids to dance. Merlin of course despairs but can't say no. It's for charity, after all.
Much to his surprise, Arthur agrees to see him and even accepts the proposal. Because of course it's eating him up that Merlin dared be so rude to him, and for some strange (pfft) reason, it actually matters to him what the big-eared bean-stalk thinks of him.
I think the rest should be obvious from here.
Notes about the following snippet: Yes, the music here is Ramalama Bang Bang. It's a seriously sexy song, just FYI. And if you're wondering how Arthur looks, this is where I've looked to for inspiration. Just... imagine that stuff on Arthur's entire upper body. *distracted* Uhm... yes. Moving on.
Snippet:
The music was vaguely familiar with a firm beat and as the lights slowly came up, smoke billowed and Arthur appeared in a whirl of starry lights. Topless with blue, glittery tribal markings painted on his face and chest, Merlin had to admit to himself that he would probably remember this at his next wanking session. He was only two rows from the stage and he could even make out the blonde hairs on Arthur's stomach, which made him feel suddenly hotter.
Arthur prowled back and forth across the stage and locked gazes with several people in the audience, as if looking for someone. Merlin's gut clenched as Arthur's blue eyes settled on him and stayed there. Arthur pointed him out and Merlin squirmed in his seat. He didn't like to be put on display like that, but he couldn't look away from the intense gaze a few feet away and didn't even notice how the old ladies giggled beside him.
With their eyes still locked, Arthur started dancing. In reality, it wasn't dancing. It was pornography on stage. Clothed, public pornography with the air as a willing partner. The smoke caressed Arthur's body as he rolled his hips and flexed his muscles with every move and Merlin felt himself slowly falling apart in his seat.
Twirling around himself, Arthur finally broke their eye-contact, but every time he faced the front of the stage he found Merlin's gaze again and Merlin would have been lying until his pants were well and truly on fire if he had tried to convince anyone that he wasn't rock-hard in his jeans.
The beat got steadily heavier, as if it was somehow designed for fucking to and Merlin found himself sweating as Arthur practically threw himself down onto the stage, only to catch himself with his arms as if he was about to do push-ups. Or about to fuck. Merlin's imagination easily provided the imagery for the last option and he felt like he was about to melt when Arthur slowly reached his one hand towards Merlin again, practically inviting him to join in. And then, perfectly in time with the beat, Arthur let his groin smoothly surge down and touch the floor. Merlin would never admit this to anyone, but he'd had actual sex that was less exciting than that display. And it was still aimed squarely at him.
Completely unashamed, Arthur started fucking the floor. Quite literally. And he looked like he was enjoying himself very much indeed. The beat was steady and heavy and by the time the music crested, Merlin was just about to embarrass himself from the sensual display.
Arthur had collapsed on the stage and was reaching out to Merlin as if he was aching for him and even his eyes seemed to pull Merlin in as he ended the show with what anyone with a pair of eyes would call a very intense climax, way out of PG-rated territory.
When the beat stuttered to a halt, so did Arthur's hips and Merlin managed to see Arthur's eyes seek him out once again and watched him take a deep breath before the lights suddenly went out.
The crowd roared with delight and jumped to their feet for the applause. Merlin felt dazed and shook his head. He didn't feel able to stand just yet, but he craned he neck backwards to catch Gwen's eye and she looked positively ecstatic on his behalf.