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Two hours later and the Wishing Ceremony was bound to begin soon. Most of the attendees were well into the alcohol and Arthur found himself pleasantly drunk. He and Morgana were getting along much better with spirits buffering their interactions.

"Emrys is here," Morgana said but Arthur didn't have a clue who that was. It took a moment for him to realise she was speaking to a small boy by her side.

Arthur scooted a little farther away. Mordred creeped him out. It had been a while since Arthur was first introduced to the fey little boy who stared at almost everyone with unblinking eyes.

"Hmm. That's interesting. He said he'd still make the announcement before the ceremony, regardless of the council's opinions," Morgana continued, as if Mordred had replied, even though Arthur hadn't seen the boy's creepy little mouth move.

He was too drunk to deal with Mordred.

"Um, Morgana, what's happening?"

But she didn't have a chance to scold him for eavesdropping, as a petite woman with dark curly hair and skin that seemed to radiate climbed onto the platform in the centre of the room and cleared her throat.

"Good evening, North Pole! I'm Gwendolyn Smith. I know most have you through our communication via email and it's so nice to see all your faces here in the flesh. I'd like to welcome you all to the beginning of the long appointment of Father Christmas, as you all have been selected by the power of the Christmas Spirit to be here, bringing tidings of good will to the entire world all year long," she said with a smile that could have guided all the people of the world to Bethlehem if she had been in charge. She was gorgeous.

Around him, the crowd cheered.

"The Wishing Ceremony will begin shortly but before we pick the chosen, Father Christmas would like to say a few words."

A hush fell over the dome as Gwendolyn stepped off the stage and a very familiar sight stepped onto the stage. Arthur felt all the air go out of the room as Father Christmas climbed the stairs. Traditionally, Father Christmas wore green and tonight, he didn't disappoint but he clearly didn't look like the pictures Arthur had seen as a boy. The man standing on the platform was young, much younger than any of the previous Santas, and dressed in an emerald, long-sleeved shirt that looked like it might be at home on Leon's lumberjack shelf. He had black braces that led to the traditional red velvet pants that hung loosely from his hips and pooled, slouched as his shoulders, into his tall black boots.

But it wasn't just his dress that caused the air to rush out of Arthur's lungs.

No. That would be the startling revelation that the same man who was standing on the stage proclaiming himself Father Christmas was the same dimpled man who sucked Arthur off on the Polar Express.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

But no one heard Arthur's exclamation because the whole dome had erupted into cheers. The clapping was deafening, rattling the glass panes above them and it was only when the people settled down that Arthur noticed the faint glow off of most of their skins.

Ah, the magic.

It was probably best if he didn't think about it actually.

Right.

"Evening," Father Christmas said, although Arthur couldn't really see him as Father Christmas, but as a bloke named Merlin. "I know a lot of you have questions that need answering but I'm afraid I don't have a lot of answers. If you look around you, there are more than just Elves here tonight and it's not because we're lax with security. Although, my head of security has been into his cups since five."

The crowd giggled, cooing and Arthur could catch snippets of conversation that mostly commented on how handsome Father Christmas was, how young or cute or whatever. Arthur frowned. Mer—Father Christmas looked nervous, his cheeks flushed and the way his right hand alternated from rubbing the back of his neck to sliding into the front pocket of his velvet pants showed nervousness that was so undeniably human that it sort of rocked Arthur's foundation.

"The funny thing is, my head of security is my best friend and he knew me by the name Merlin growing up, which some of you might recognize because it's connected with a story about Emrys," Father Christmas said with a shrug. "I'm him too. I'm Merlin and I'm Emrys and now, I'm Father Christmas. I have really great plans that I want to share with you, about how we can come together—demon to elf, human to fairy, and everything in between—to understand that the Christmas Spirit is everywhere. It's in the rush of the New Years ball; in drunken snogs with friends and lovers; in the rush of sickly sweet Valentine's candy; it's hidden in Cadbury's delicate eggs; bursting forth in each and every holiday that ties all manners of people together. What we forget as we're all bustling through life, is that we all have something in common. December is a month for rebirth, from Christians to Pagans—there is a magic that lives in us all—a spirit that burns all year long like the yule log.

"I'm here to challenge you," he said, words firm and eyes so bright. Arthur could feel the stroke of magic in the air, like a cello being played. "We're bigger than our petty arguments and we're better than this. I am distinctly human and yet I feel magic in everything I do because I am magic. I'm here to ask you to understand why we're here. I'm here to ask you to believe in us, for once, and not just Christmas."

There was a pause, magic crackling in the air as everyone seemed to draw a collective breath.

Then Morgana whistled and it was chaos. People were cheering and Arthur saw more than one person in the crowd crying. There was something incredibly charming about a man who just stood up there, casual and so small in comparison to all of them, and asked them for more than they could possibly imagine giving to him and then blush when he was done.

He was seriously looking down at his shoes and being absolutely ridiculous.

"See?" Morgana yelled in his ear, slinging her arm around his shoulder and shouting in his ear. "You're fucking perfect for each other."

"What! What the hell are you talking about?"

But she was just grinning that evil, all knowing grin that said: I'm better than you, not only because of my breasts but also because your brain is very, very tiny.

So Arthur just pinched her in the side. She laughed, still uproariously in his ear, like she was bound and determined to split his ear drum.

"A magical human for a non-magical elf," she taunted.

Then she made a really rude gesture with her hands.

"Are you fucking taking the piss?"

But she was still laughing, curls wild and everyone was still cheering and screaming, calling for more drinks all around them as if what Father Christmas or Merlin or Emrys—whatever the fuck they were supposed to call him—had asked of them was easy. But that's the thing, it wasn't going to be easy and it was ridiculous to think that they would be celebrating instead of planning but Arthur was too drunk to do more than pout. Well, and try and figure out how Morgana found out about the illicit oral sex on the Polar Express.

Oh fuck, he was rhyming in his mind like he was in a Dr Seuss book.

"You're mental!"

"You're a slut for the Christmas Spirit, Arthur," Morgana continued to yell over the noise, much to Arthur's complete and absolute horror, as Mordred was still staring at them with those judgey eyes like he could hear every word she was saying.

"Don't worry, Arthur. It's your destiny," she assured him. Then as an afterthought, "You slag."

That's when Arthur realised that he was generally just supporting Morgana's weight as she ranted and humiliated him more than his stupid outfit ever could.

So he dropped her.

Like she was hot.

And took off toward the bar.

He would have made it too, would have drunk himself into his own little Christmas coma, if it hadn't been for tradition.

Tradition, which traditionally, was Arthur's only touchstone, was now his ultimate downfall.

"—the first Elf to be selected for the Wishing Ceremony is Arthur Pendragon!" Gwendolyn's voice boomed over the roar of the crowd and Arthur stopped in his tracks.

He didn't even get time to process the fact that all his dreams were coming true but did it really have to be this Father Christmas? What was wrong with the traditional Father Christmas who was old and jolly and hadn't been in and around Arthur's nether regions?

He didn't have time to make sense of any of it because before he could gather his next breath, he was being bustled away by two large men in tuxedos.

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By some stroke of luck, the Wishing Ceremony was done in a separate room and not in front of the whole dome of magical occupants (and clearly some not-so-magical ones as well).

As Arthur was marched there, his mind helpfully reminded him that this was where the tradition of Santa Clauses in every mall and shopping centre all over the world had come from. This simple ceremony was performed by magic, in the North Pole, when all the chosen elves grouped together and one very special elf was plucked, seemingly at random, to go sit on Father Christmas' lap and request the first gift of Christmas.

Up until about until about ten minutes ago, it was one of Arthur's most treasured dreams.

Now it was a living nightmare.

"Um, so this is really awkward," Merlin said, and Arthur shrugged, cautiously mounting the steps that led up to the large chair Merlin was sitting in.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

He felt so humiliated that it turned angry because how was this any different than his father? Sure, everyone here was supposed to have the same blasted goal, but it hadn't stopped anyone from scowling at Arthur's work ethic or grumbling low, about how Arthur took himself too seriously. And wasn't that the crux of it all? Arthur was tired of everyone speaking about coming together, when they had jobs that they were doing that were important—that were about coming together and doing good. There was always more to be done but he was tired of talking about it. He didn't know how to do anything but be himself, to do the tasks that were laid out in front of him and accomplish them as swiftly and magnificently as possible.

"No," Merlin shouted, blushing furiously and looking just as angry as Arthur felt. "Gwen pulls it from the Stocking of Names, kind of like Harry Potter and the whatsit Goblet, only with less fire and more garland."

Arthur told himself that the rambling wasn't endearing. Nor were Merlin's bright eyes, almost feverish, or the petulant pout of his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Stop squinting at me," Merlin said, blinking owlishly. "I have no idea what that means. If that means violence, which I've heard you're prone to because you're a brat then I should warn you, I have ninja reindeers at my beck and call. Also, Percy."

"I'm not going to hit you." He really hadn't planned on it. Although, now that he thought about it, there would be something satisfying about hitting the man who embodied everything about his life that was spectacularly unruly.

Merlin looked around, hands twitching a little and looking so much smaller than he had up on stage. He was still more than a little awkward but here he had lost his commanding presence. Arthur could still feel the magic—it was hard to ignore the way it filled up the room—but Arthur had gotten used to the more constant presence of it in his life. Not that being here, so close to Merlin and his stupid Christmas magic wasn't making him uncomfortable in his stockings but it was less urgent than it had been on the train.

Still bloody annoying.

"How does this work?" Arthur said, looking away from Merlin's ears, which he had just noticed as sticking out from his messy hair, pronouncing their softness and begging to be petted. Those ears, they were making Arthur antsy.

"Oh," he said, wringing his hands together and then pulling on his braces. "You just, um, sit on my lap and—"

"I'm not sitting on your lap."

Merlin frowned. "I don't know what your problem is. Do you want me to apologize for sucking you off on the train? Oh, sorry, it was my mistake. I must have tripped and fell with your cock in my mouth. I'm sorry it was such a horrible experience for you, you fucking tosser."

Even though the set of Merlin's mouth was strong he looked vulnerable on such an opulent chair. Suddenly, Arthur felt uncomfortable, similar to that time he yelled at an elf for being late and she burst into tears. He found out later her dog just died and that working on the Pillow Pet line was causing her severe psychological damage.

"Let's just get it over with, yeah?"

Merlin deflated a bit, his shoulders sagging. He let Arthur approach the chair without any fuss. The problem was that Arthur still had that blasted erection from the magic in the room and sitting on Merlin's lap wasn't going to make it go down, especially since Merlin's mouth was red and swollen from chewing on it in between making scathing comments at Arthur.

Arthur tried to hold most of his weight when he sat down, staring straight ahead at the tinsel in front of him. However, the silky sheerness of his stockings, combined with how his tunic had ridden up when he sat down had his body sliding off.

"Fuck!" Arthur shouted, fully expecting to land on his arse but when he opened his eyes he was fully seated on Merlin's lap with one hand wrapped around Merlin's neck. Arthur could feel the way his long fingers curled into the thin material of the tunic and fuck, was it insanely hot in there?

"Um."

"Shut up," he said tersely, trying to shift so that Merlin wasn't the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground. Unfortunately, that meant wiggling on Merlin's lap and generally rubbing himself all over him.

Arthur could feel the velvet practically clinging to his thighs.

He tried to close his eyes and breathe but it only caused him to take in the heady scent of cinnamon and that bone deep heat of spiced cider, simmering on the hob.

If he wasn't hard before, he surely was now.

Merlin cleared his throat. "What do you want for Christmas?"

It came out raw, as if Merlin hadn't spoken in a long time.

Or if you fucked his throat or made him scream, his brain helpfully supplied.

The funny thing was, that was the last thing Arthur had been thinking about. When he was a kid, he wanted world peace because that was what he was supposed to say. He'd say it and his mother would smile, sweet and sunny before patting his head and saying, What else, dear? and his father had nodded because that's what his father did when he approved. Last year, all Arthur wanted was to be called to the Pole, but now that he was here, he wasn't sure what else he wanted.

Objectively, he had everything he needed and then more, so much more than he ever could have truly imagined having within his grasp.

"I don't know," he said, almost accidentally.

Merlin just hummed. The sound was so close to Arthur's ear that he couldn't suppress his shiver as magic chased it down his spine.

What was the question?

"What did you say in your letters, when you were a little boy?" Merlin asked, voice still low but tentative. It was hard to tell if he was real, as the magic was heady around them but Arthur could feel the heat of the velvet against his thighs and the puff of air on his neck from where Merlin was breathing.

"I think it's probably changed."

Merlin huffed a laugh. "Hmm, I'd count on that."

It was only then Arthur realised that his eyes were closed, head pushed back onto Merlin's shoulder as he panted. He was so hot. His skin felt like it was on fire from the pads of Merlin's fingertips and spreading, too far across his chest and the low, sensitive skin of his belly.

"Fuckin' hell," Merlin said, his lips pressing across Arthur's neck and he couldn't help it, he moaned, forcing his hips back and there...

"Fuckfuckfuck, what are you even," he cursed and Arthur wanted to smile, to smirk at being able to make Father Christmas reduced to petty swearing but all he could see was Merlin's lips stretched over his cock and—

"Arthur," Merlin said. This time, he spoke with his teeth grazing the fevered flesh of Arthur's shoulder. Arthur responded by rocking his hips, pushing back to feel the warm bulge of Merlin's cock beneath the velvet.

Just like in the dream.

"Arthur," he repeated. "Tell me what you want for Christmas."

But it wasn't like Arthur was in a position to speak—or even do more than moan like a slag because Merlin's hand was winding up Arthur's thigh. He watched, eyes heavy lidded as Merlin's pale fingers—long and slender—crept up his stocking clad thigh and cupped his cock through the mesh.

"Jesus Christ," Arthur hissed, back arching to slam into Merlin and fuck, that felt good. Merlin responded with a push of his own, cock pressing into the groove between Arthur's thigh and arse.

"He's not here right now," Merlin said. Then he sunk his teeth into Arthur's shoulder. "It's just me, Father Christmas."

Arthur groaned, both of his hands now holding on to Merlin's so that he could grind against his hand.

"I think it's pretty fucking obvious what I want—"

This time, Merlin's laugh was deep and half a growl. "I didn't even think to check," he said, sucking a love bite that made Arthur kick one leg out in frustration. It bloody hurt. "But I bet you're on the Naughty list."

It was a truly awful pun but Arthur didn't care. He really, really didn't.

"I can't understand why we aren't fucking," Arthur growled out, teeth clenched as Merlin squeezed particularly roughly with his hand.

"You haven't answered my question, little elf."

Arthur thought about how much he was going to hate himself the next morning. He thought about how it was going to be so violating to think about Morgana watching him get off on a scry. He thought about Leon chasing after him with a herd of reindeer. He thought about how this wasn't really what he dreamt about as a little boy when he thought about meeting Father Christmas.

Then he stopped thinking, turned his head and said, "Father Christmas, I would like to get fucked, please and thank you."

Merlin's mouth was messy and wet but he didn't taste like spirits. Arthur suddenly felt self-conscious—was he too drunk for this? But the thought was fleeting. He didn't feel too drunk. Then again, the magic that rolled of Merlin was interfering with pretty much everything.

And mostly, Arthur didn't want to care. Not with Merlin moaning into his mouth, little hitching little moans that went with the jerk of his hips and holy fuck, he needed to be naked now.

But it was too hard to stop kissing Merlin, who seemed to think that Arthur's mouth was the best thing since gingerbread the way he lapped at Arthur's teeth and moaned when he sucked on Arthur's tongue. It wasn't that Arthur was ignorant of how attractive he was but it was Merlin's moans, like Arthur was the best thing he'd had in his hands all year that did his head in, even more than the magic.

Which was insane.

Then Arthur reached down and palmed the damp velvet of Merlin's trousers and felt the best thing he'd felt all year long.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this," Arthur gasped out when Merlin latched himself to the underside of Arthur's jaw. "But I'm going to need you to fuck me."

Merlin laughed. "Aww, does Arthur Pendragon never need a good thorough pounding?"

"Not usually." And it was true. Most of the time, the men (and occasionally other magic beings) were looking to get fucked by Arthur—looking to get held down by Arthur's gym-toned arms and fucked through the mattress.

Not this time.

"Seriously, holy fucking hell," Arthur cursed, letting his palm try and work out the shape of Merlin's cock beneath the clinging velvet.

Then again, if Arthur was that velvet, he wouldn't to let go either.

"I need," but Merlin just made a frustrated sound, pushing at Arthur's hips until he stood.

Sex-crazy Merlin as Father Christmas was just as delightful as the man Arthur met back on the train. His hair had gone completely wonky, his cheeks were riding a high flush and his lips, hell, they looked exactly like they did wrapped around Arthur's cock, swollen, red and begging for it.

"What do you need, hmm? What do you want for Christmas, Santa?"

Arthur's teasing seemed to fall flat in the face of Merlin's earnest fingers as they pressed up and up, until the brown tunic was bunched up around Arthur's armpits and neck.

"Nipples," Merlin said, eyes glazed. "I want to suck on your—"

Merlin's mouth was just as hot and wet as Arthur remembered. Only this time, they were sucking too hard on Arthur's nipples, rolling the peaks between his teeth and then flicking the searing nub a few times with his teeth until Arthur cursed.

Arthur really was going to pull him off, because having his tit sucked on by Santa was not respectable, but then his fingers found Merlin's ears and he lost all train of thought.

They were just as soft and secret as they looked.

By the time Merlin's mouth had reached the band of Arthur's stockings, Arthur's tunic was gone; his nipples were bitten and so fucking sore; Merlin had lost one strap of his braces and Arthur could see the tip of his cock peeking out from those stupid, sexy velvet pants.

"Do you trust me?"

Arthur blinked. "What."

Merlin kissed the bulge in Arthur's tights. "Do you trust me?"

Did Arthur trust Merlin? He didn't know Merlin and so there was no reason to distrust him but did he really want to be giving full rein to somebody who had their teeth that close to his dick? Then again, Merlin was also Father Christmas and who didn't trust Father Christmas?

Arthur could not believe he was about to fuck Santa.

Unreal.

"Um, yes," Arthur settled on. "But can I ask why?"

"Because I'm about thirty seconds away from pulling away your tights and casting a spell."

"On my arse?"

Merlin winked. "I don't normally carry condoms to Wishing Ceremonies, and—"

"A protection spell?"

The fingers on his hips flexed. "Yeah. I know how elves normally hate using magic for frivolous things."

"My arse isn't—"

"Then let me," Merlin said, kissing Arthur's navel. "Please let me fuck you."

Arthur would love to have been able to blame it on the lull of the magic but he couldn't. Not really. Not with Merlin's bright eyes and his cheeky dimples and those perfect, elephant ears.

"Yeah," he breathed out.

Then Merlin was spinning him around, pressing on his shoulders until Arthur had his arse in the air, waiting for Merlin to fuck him with anything.

At this point, Arthur wasn't picky.

It turned out that if Arthur thought he liked to be around magic, then he fucking loved having magic performed on him.

"Fuckin' hell," Merlin muttered, his fingers slick and pressing into Arthur like they were made to be there. "You're amazing. How do you do that—you—"

Arthur really just wanted Merlin to shut up. He could hear how full of awe Merlin sounded and it made Arthur's stomach curl with shame and desire.

"I've never seen anyone like you, Arthur. You want it, your skin fucking glows with how bad you want my magic inside of you," Merlin continued, heedless of the way Arthur grunted and thrust back onto Merlin's fingers, as if he could actually hurry this ridiculous man into fucking him faster.

"Merlin, come on."

But Merlin seemed to work his fingers slower, dragging them inside Arthur until it hurt and then soothing it away with the tease of a touch to Arthur's prostate. He really did have spectacular fingers.

"You're incredible," Merlin mumbled, one arm wrapped across Arthur's chest and his face smashed up against Arthur's skin. He pulled his lips along Arthur's skin, as if he couldn't bear to pull away from Arthur's skin long enough to talk. They were both hunched over so that Arthur could brace himself on the chair but it wasn't going to work like this.

Not that Arthur was looking too far into the future, considering Merlin was busy twisting three fingers inside of him like he wanted to leave fingerprints there and rubbing his velvet clad cock off on Arthur's arse like it was in his job description.

"Merlin."

"Yeah," Merlin panted. "Yeah, I know. I wish I could wait, fuck Arthur, I wish I could wait to take you home."

"I really wish you wouldn't," Arthur growled. His cock was so hard it ached, he had half a mind to get this going soon—if only to get the stretch to dim his erection a bit. "Merlin—"

"Just, just," but Merlin couldn't finish because he was pulling his fingers out and Arthur was snarling.

"What the fuck!"

The sight that greeted him when he twisted back was beyond his wildest dreams.

Merlin chest was splotchy red in arousal, his pale skin shimmering underneath the light and reflecting Arthur's own golden hum of magic. His hips were just as slender as the rest of him but they were framed by the bright crimson of the velvet trousers he wore. They were pulled down, so that they were teasing the deep indents of his bones but that his cock and balls were tugged up and out.

It was obscene.

Arthur whimpered.

Merlin blushed. "Um, do you still..." He nodded down to his dick and Arthur swallowed, considering.

The fact of the matter was that Merlin's dick was something that belonged on a fucking satyr. Well, not that large but it was a good ten inches and just as thick as Arthur's own, which was nothing to laugh about.

Arthur had seen centaur porn with smaller cocks.

"I'm going to need something to lean on," was all Arthur could say.

With some manoeuvring and much giggling, mostly from Merlin, they found enough wrapped present boxes to stack up on the chair so that Merlin could fuck him. The irony that they looked like they were making a cheap porno wasn't beyond Arthur.

Merlin went to take off his trousers and Arthur felt himself blush as he stopped him.

"Just, will you leave them on?" He ground out, positive that the magic in the room was making him insane.

There was a pause before Merlin smirked. "You like it, the velvet. Filthy."

Arthur didn't answer, simply turned away from staring at Merlin's perfect dimples and his massive cock and clutched the perfectly wrapped boxes in front of him. That didn't stop Merlin from speaking.

"You hedonist," Merlin murmured with awe but then he pressed his thighs up against Arthur's, sliding his cock between Arthur's cheeks and Arthur forgot to be offended. "You are seriously the filthiest, poshest, most uptight—"

The head of Merlin's cock found Arthur's hole without even trying.

"Fuckfuck," Arthur breathed out but Merlin didn't stop—possibly couldn't—not with the way the air was screaming with magic and Arthur's hole was clutching at the tip of Merlin's cock like it needed it.

"You gorgeous elf," Merlin moaned out. He was sinking slowly, ever so slowly, into Arthur and it was brilliant. It hurt like hell, fire burning his thighs and racing up to his heart. But the heat of the magic made it less painful and instead, Arthur was just sobbing into his forearm and bucking his arse back up, presenting himself for Merlin's massive dick to plough into.

When Merlin was fully seated, Arthur didn't know if he wanted to cry in relief or beg for more. He felt like he was being split open, all the way through his chest, and it really shouldn't feel this good. However, the leaky cock bouncing against his stomach said otherwise.

His arse, stretched and swollen with Merlin's massive dick, definitely wanted Arthur to beg for more.

Merlin pulled out just slightly and reseated himself with hardly any force, just a lazy twist of his hips.

"Fuck me," Arthur growled out, hazing out with pleasure. "You've got to—fuck, Merlin—you've got to fuck me. I'm asking you to."

The next thrust was hard, too painful—too much and Arthur moaned into it. He could hear his fingernails tearing at the bright red and silver wrapping paper and his own moans bordering a bit on screams but it all dimmed in comparison to the stretch and sheer length of Merlin's cock spearing into him. It felt like he was fucking magic up into him and just the thought had Arthur rocking back and making a truly embarrassing keening noise.

"Yes, yes, you need it," he heard Merlin say vaguely, over the snap of his hips. "God, you need me to—fuck you're so good, baby—need me to fuck you full and wet."

Arthur was going to come.

"Gonna take you home, spread you out and have you ride my face. Get come all over my cheeks—fucking hell, I want to and fuck, goddamit," Merlin gasped.

"Ah, ah," Arthur cried out. Merlin had readjusted his grip, one hand curling around Arthur's shoulder to shove him back onto Merlin's cock and the other went to Arthur's cock like a vice.

"I want to eat you out. I'll get velvet sheets and—"

Merlin wasn't making any sense anymore but Arthur wasn't hearing him. He was gasping and bucking into Merlin's beautiful hand, writhing on Merlin's mighty cock and coming with a shout that bordered on a bellow.

Arthur was still riding high, cock sticky in Merlin's hand, when Merlin slammed into him three more times and came. If Arthur had felt like he was fucking the sun with Merlin's mouth, it was nothing like having Merlin coming inside of him. It was so hot. Every jerk of Merlin's cock was pounding against Arthur's prostate and he felt—fuck, he felt flooded.

He could also hear the sounds of sleigh bells.

Which was insane but also perfect because Merlin was babbling, "You're perfect. God, you're everything. Mine, mine, mine—oh, fuck, Arthur—Arthur!"

To be honest, it was a little like being fucked full of Christmas Spirit.

Magic exploded all around him and Arthur squirmed back onto Merlin's twitching cock as it kept splashing hot come inside of him. He just kept coming, moaning and grinding into Arthur's fucked out hole and panting nonsense into Arthur's shoulder.

"Fucking perfect," Merlin groaned. "JesusfuckChrist, you're unreal, Arthur."

But Arthur could only gasp, feeling the slick wetness of Merlin's cock slipping out of him. He felt the tentative press of Merlin's fingers, as if he was checking for damage, before he dipped his fingertips in the come that was dribbling out of his hole and sliding down his thighs. What was a courtesy check from being fucked by a giant cock was now just Merlin scooping up his come and feeding it back into Arthur's sore hole.

Arthur swatted at him and Merlin laughed, breathless and half a moan. It should have inspired Arthur to punch him in the dick. He was no one's desperate bottom. Instead, the whole experience made Arthur want to sit on Merlin's cock and ride him until New Years.

Apparently, magic sex with Father Christmas made him a come-hungry bottom fiend.

They collapsed onto the ground after a few moments of Merlin cooing like Arthur was a child or a newly devirgined boy. (To be fair, anyone who had to lose their virginity to that monstrosity of a cock would have been in need of a cuddle. And possibly a stiff drink.) Arthur felt sore all over like he was leaking everywhere.

It was disgusting.

"You're unbelievable," Merlin muttered and it was only then that Arthur realised that he had said that out loud.

"I didn't mean you," Arthur groaned, rolling onto his back. "It's just—your cock—"

"Shh, don't talk about it. He'll hear the sound of your voice and want more," Merlin whispered, eyes flashing with mischief and energy and of course, that was just Arthur's luck, Merlin was going to be one of those perky fucks.

"Bloody hell mate, that wasn't enough for him?"

There was a pause before Merlin said, "I doubt I'll ever get enough of you."

Arthur didn't reply to that. He did roll onto his side though, on the pretence of an X-Box controller digging into his arsecheek but the way Merlin grinned at him, he didn't think his excuse worked. They lay there, panting and generally taking in the carnage and absurdity of their situation.

Then Arthur remembered the sleigh bells, the way they rang clear when Merlin was inside of him. He also remembered Emrys and Morgana and his poor, dear, mother and then found it best to think about other things. (Because really, what kind of elf thought about his mother when he had been buggered within an inch of his life by Father Christmas and his giant dick? This was what Leon was talking about when he said that Arthur would make some therapist very, very rich someday.)

Arthur took a deep breath.

And then he took Merlin's hand.

"World peace."

Merlin blinked his eyes opened and turned toward Arthur. There was too much magic strumming over his body for Arthur to care that he'd been staring at Merlin for a few moments, or that he'd just been caught staring. His skin felt so over sensitive that it physically hurt to touch his hand.

"I wanted world peace, when I was little and wrote letters to Santa," Arthur finished, refusing to blush because it was a perfectly valid choice.

The grooves in Merlin's cheeks were too irresistible for Arthur and he found himself dragging his finger over one of those dimples. Merlin just continued to grin.

"You would want world peace."

"Didn't get it, did I?"

Merlin laughed, pulling at Arthur's wrist until he had no choice but to scoot closer. "I can imagine how much that upset you. You're so much of a brat now, I can't imagine how insufferable you were then."

Arthur let Merlin pull him in until they were mashed together. Merlin had a piece of wrapping paper stuck to his chest and there was a fair amount of glitter everywhere from the presents they had demolished while fucking like heathens. In the end, it was hard for Arthur to swallow the reality of his situation, let along cuddling.

"What did you ask for next?"

"Hmm?"

Merlin's eyes sparkled and his thumb flicked at Arthur's sore nipple. "When your parents denied you world peace, what did you ask for next?"

"Sleigh bells."

Merlin didn't say anything to that, just kissed Arthur's mouth. When he pulled back, licking his lips and staring at Arthur's mouth, he asked, "Do you like penguins?"

Merlin wasn't a stunning conversationalist. It was alarming.

"Do I like—"

"Penguins, do you like penguins? You know, the little black and white things that waddle around," Merlin said, sounding petulant and nervous and—oh.

"Why?" Because if there was one thing that Arthur was sure about, it was that taking the piss out of Merlin was beyond delightful.

"Fine, if you're going to be a dick, I'm not going to ask you to go pet the penguins with me, you douche of an elf!"

But even when he said it, he was smiling and then Arthur was thinking that maybe a penguin petting zoo wasn't a completely insane idea.

"You want to take me out on a date."

Merlin pinched his side. "I have no idea why. The penguins will hate you."

"Nah," Arthur said, wondering if he should feel embarrassed about the fact that his skin was glowing again, even though his cock wasn't hard. "The penguins will love me."

After Merlin fell asleep for twenty minutes and they ended up sneaking out the back of the dome, much to Gwendolyn's severe mortification, Merlin admitted that the penguins would love Arthur. But when he said it, he was holding Arthur's hand. Arthur might be a bit of a cynical elf, but he was fairly sure that he could have powered the whole world in that moment—on his Christmas Spirit alone.

<3<3<3

And that's the beginning of how they all live Happily Ever After as Mr. and Mr. Claus.

Admittedly, things got a bit insane after Arthur woke up to Leon trying to climb through Father Christmas' window, three reindeer chewing on snow behind him. There was a brief scuffle where Merlin, sleepy with sex and clutching fingers, refused to let go of Arthur's waist and so, horrified, Arthur had to have an entire conversation with his part-time personal assistant, naked and lying next to Santa Claus.

"Are you ruining Christmas with your penis?" Leon all but screamed when he hit his shin on Merlin's night stand and Arthur almost stabbed him with a candy-cane.

However, after Leon left (but not before he noticed the huge, Christmas-tree shaped love bite on Arthur's neck and the bites all over his shoulders from round two), Arthur thought about leaving as well. He thought about unwinding Merlin's pale, too-long arms, stealing some clothes and leaving to endure the rest of his life living in a world run by someone who was magnificent but whom Arthur deemed as "too risky". He thought about how awkward meetings would be or how word would get around and Morgana would call him all the time and the lingering feelings of loneliness that would well up in the middle of the night. He thought about playing it safe. He thought about what it meant to have achieved all his goals and then be too afraid to dream up more.

Then he thought about Merlin's face, not Father Christmas', and he stayed.

(They even went on that penguin petting walk. Turns out, the penguins fucking hated Arthur Pendragon, as it was his fault that they were abducted from the South Pole and put in a petting zoo in the North Pole. When they snapped their little beaks around Arthur's gloved fingers, it bled and he cursed and it ruined the date. So then there had to be mutual blowjobs in the snowdrifts to make up for it. Which led to hypothermia and Gwaine, Merlin's head of Security leering over their huddling-for-warmth bodies and saying, "Couldn't wait to get some Christmas Spirit in him, could he? Eager and wet for some Daddy Christmas, eh? Gaggin' for some of your candy-cane, Merlin?"

Thankfully, Percy saved them all. The damage was only a small case of frostbite [Merlin's], a broken nose [Gwaine's] and a large amount of dignity [Arthur's].

Best date of Arthur's life.)

Anyway.

Even though Morgana would be smug and spend half her time in the Pole making comments about Christmas crackers in uncomfortable places and workplace sexual harassment, Arthur thought it might be worth it to give it a go. Despite the army of factors that said: this isn't worth it there was still something there... maybe it was something about Merlin.

Or maybe it was the magic of Christmas all year round, just like his mother believed.

The fact of the matter was, it wasn't going to be easy. Arthur was bossy and Merlin had too much magic for anything to be sane. Arthur would spend half the time worrying about developing a fetish for velvet (he did) and his respectable elf image and his father and, and, and—

But.

They were going to be great. Not because of any of Arthur's stupid reasons or his pie charts or his product figures. Not because Merlin could snap his fingers and things would get done or because Leon was raising an army of reindeer to take over the world. No. See, things would be great because when Merlin did wake up from his position drooling on Arthur's shoulder, he looked up and said,

"That first wish, world peace? I want to give that to you. We can do that."

And so they did.

Comments

[reni-days.livejournal.com]

oh my god. this is...i'm speechless. i don't usually comment because i'm shy and awkward, but i couldn't not comment on this, even though i have literally no idea what to say right now.

this is--the strangest, most imaginative, hottest, and most charming fic i have read all year, if not ever. i love the entire world you created, and your leon is hilarious, and your arthur and merlin are seriously so charming, and i just--

amazing. absolutely amazing. ♥

[magog-83.livejournal.com]

HOLY SHIT - WHAT IS THIS FIC????

I have never read anything like this, it's just adorable and hilarious and hot and gorgeous and wildly imaginative all at once. I am still laughing at it. I don't really know how to sum up my reaction beyond that, your Merlin and Arthur are beyond perfect. This whole fic is perfect. I think I love you, whoever you are <3

[a8c-sock.livejournal.com]

OMG THIS FIC.

It has everything! It has imagination and awesome world building and adorable Arthur who is an elf, who wants to be the best elf ever, and who glows and Merlin as Father Christmas and also scorching hot sex.

It's fantastic. Genius. Loved it.

[mommybird.livejournal.com]

This fic is so good I am braving the evil new comment format to praise it! For some reason I kept hearing "LEon the REINdeer FARmerrr... HAD a very CURly BEEEEEEEARD!" running through my head. Hilarious, hot, imaginative, all those things previous commenters said, I second them. Brava!

[wldcatsprstr-14.livejournal.com]

This is the sweetest, most ridiculous, more surprisingly hot thing I have read all week. WHAT IS THIS STORY? I DONT EVEN haha.

It's freaking great, that's what.

[k-nightfox.livejournal.com]

Holy Hot Damn! This is amazing! I've never read anything even remotely like this...the world you've created is just mind-blowing and brilliant and hot and so damn funny! I grinned through the whole thing, now my face hurts! BEST CHRISTMAS FIC EVER!!

I don't even have the proper words! Magic-less, glowy, elf!Arthur is priceless! I nearly lost it when Morgana reminded him of his first erection when climbing into Father Christmas' lap! Then he meets Merlin and the train and then the wishing ceremony! Holy Shit!!

OK. One of the most original, well written, funny and utterly enjoyable things I've ever read. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

[kianspo.livejournal.com]

Okay, so the summary really doesn't do this justice. This is pretty much the most amazing, the most original thing ever. The worldbuilding, the casualness of it all... GUH. Awesome.

Loved Leon!!! Best PA ever. XD I especially loved his advice about getting very, very drunk sir. XDDD

Arthur and Merlin were delightful! Also, I have NO IDEA how you managed things like promising world peace and candy canes and everything else and still steer clear of obvious cheese and schmoop and crack, but instead make it atmorpheric, romantic, and hilarious. Genius! :D

♥♥♥

[fluffssnowflake.livejournal.com]

Dear author, I just wanted to let you know that I'm about to leave for a few days and won't have access to internet, and it's sadly far past my bedtime already, but know that I am incredibly excited to read this! :D I'm blown away that you wrote me over 20k, and actually grinning like an idiot because you picked that prompt - I'm looking forward to finding out what you did with it when I have time to sit down and enjoy it properly next week. Merry Christmas to me, indeed! Thank you, and I hope you'll be having lovely holidays yourself. ♥

[fluffssnowflake.livejournal.com]

OMG, I am so so sorry – I wrote my feedback offline and later than intended due to hecticness and limited internet access over the holidays, and I was convinced I’d posted it here, but unless LJ managed to eat several comments at once, it would seem I didn’t. *facepalms forever* I only noticed because I’ve just read your lovely fic for the third time, so let me finally c/p the much belated feedback here:

“I am sorry for my late reply on this – last week got more hectic than I expected, and then when I read it I was all “askdlkfjdkf what do I say to this OMG”, and then I wanted to read it again and basically I’ve just read it for the second time in two days and figured I should say something because flailing in front of my computer is unlikely to get across to you. :D

Firstly, how much do I love the universe you’ve created here? I can’t believe you took my silly prompt and came up with this. I love how you keep referencing different groups of people – Elves, Cherubs, Fairies, vampires, werewolves and the whole world built around Father Christmas! And, OMG, the strike of the Snowmen (and women), ahaha! And just, you know, the entire universe and how you consistently imbued it with magic and even matched the imagery when you use phrases such as “the best thing since gingerbread” and Christmas-tree shaped love bites, and just. So wonderful.

I also love the various references you’ve made – to Secret Santas (haha!), the various references to Harry Potter, and I don’t know if it’s just my mind making odd associations, but when I read the “the story goes like this” section, I heard it in the voice of the narrator of Pushing Daisies, which just made it even more magical and quirky. :D

I may or may not have lol’ed at Uther wanting to put Father Christmas out of business, and I love snarky Leon.

But, oh, Arthur is definitely my favourite part of your story. He’s just so damned hopeful at the beginning of the story. And how completely adorable is it that he glows gold? That might possibly be the cutest thing ever.

And there’s such loneliness coming from him. He seems to be caught between both worlds – not entirely human, which offends his father, but not magic, either. Even on the train, there is that moment where the other elves are celebrating, but Arthur sets himself apart; doesn’t join in. Even when he’s being sent to the one place where he really should belong (and I wonder if that’s part of why he’s so hopeful to be sent to the North Pole – to escape that inbetween place to go somewhere where he can prove he’s as good as any elf, and he really does fit in), he’s still holding himself back. He sounds as though he doesn’t want to join in, but part of me wonders if it’s just because he’s afraid he won’t fit in, especially after Merlin tells him in the previous section that he doesn’t look much like an elf. It feels like such a lonely scene, to me. But that just makes it all the more lovely when at the end, he does take that chance, the chance to not play it safe and be together, and, oh. (Er, sorry for rambling.)

Some quotes that I loved:

"I thought you'd be jerking off to your invitation or having an asthma attack, like the first time you sat on Santa's lap and got an erection," she said, casual as ever and just as scathing as usual.

This is hilarious, and, um, kind of hot at the same time. ;) I love how you’re foreshadowing what’s going to happen with Merlin – that and the way Arthur reacts to Merlin’s magic makes us realise they’re the perfect match. (As a sidenote, I totally snickered at the scene where he thinks he’s getting attacked by a werewolf because surely if the magic feels good, something bad must be going on. *g*)

[clawdine]

I don't even know what to say. At first I was like... "is this crack?! Christmas crack?!" and then... "WITH PORN?!?!" and pretty much incoherent after that. Oh gosh, this is so original, with your world-building and LEON (who is hilarious) and Merlin being Father Christmas and awwww Arthur who just wanted to be a Christmas elf!!! I thought I'd read all sorts of fic in this fandom... until this. *g*

And now I need art.

[winterstorrm.livejournal.com]

The idea or Arthur being an elf and Merlin being Father Christmas - the bizarrest thing I ever heard of - works perfectly in this fic!

It's funny and hot and cute and I loved every word!

[crazypenguin03.livejournal.com]

Elf!Arthur is so adorably ernest and sweet and just *dear* (and still the the prat we all know and love!). And Father Christmas!Merlin is the perfect mix of slightly-akward-aw-shucks, insane magic, and mischif. I loved Elf!Morgana trying to be all blase about the whole new-Father-Christmas-going-to-the-pole thing and failing so completely at it. And Reindeer Farmer!Leon is just plain made of WIN. Fantastic story!

[paradox18.livejournal.com]

I loved every word of this fic. It was so magnificently lovely

[i-m-b00.livejournal.com]

Outstanding

I've never seen anything like this. Arthur as an Elf was genius just simply genius. Father Christmas Merlin was a perfect match

Best 'two sides' frek'in ever!

I think i'm going to hell for reading soch hot porn before Mass.

[reni-m.livejournal.com]

Loved the infusion of fantasy and the modern world.
I enjoyed reading this story so much!
Great job!!

[inthenameofjuc.livejournal.com]

KSDJFA;L this. is. incredible. merry christmas to me!

[astridfire.livejournal.com]

This fic is the best thing EVER. EVER I tell you. *draws hearts all over*
<3<3<3

[luisadeza.livejournal.com]

This is insanely genius. Or the other way round, I'm not quite sure. *g*
The important point being that I absolutely loved every word of it! ♥

Oh, and that sex scene at Wishing Ceremony? DAMN! *____*

[rara-chama.livejournal.com]

I'm not a fan of a top!Merlin and bottom!Arthur but fuck how could I not enjoy this? It was absolutely brilliant. Just amazing. Everything.

Completely hot and just downright adorable in every part. So glad that I decided to read this! This. Made. My. Day Month. ♥

[tama_abi]

This is just........ perfect.
I am too gleeful to be coherent now.

Thank you!

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

This fic is a wonderful bit of insanity. I adored every unexpected minute of it, hot and crazy and a wild ride.

[rotrude.livejournal.com]

This is a pure stroke of genius! It's so original,fun, engaging and seasonal, while being a bit naughty in excatly the right way that I can't tell you, dear anon, how much reading this thrilled me. It was a pure delight. Arthur's backstory was sweet and Merlin was the cheekiest, cutest, Father Christmas ever. Oh and Leon was hilarious. I hope the reindeers aren't stressing him out. ♥

[thismaz.livejournal.com]

OMG! *points up at previous comments* What they said. This is wild. It's crazy and mad and totally wonderful. A fantastic, vivid world, a crazy, efficient Leon, Merlin being both competent and awkward, Arthur being prim and repressed, until he isn't. I say again, OMG! Congratulations on writing one of the funniest stories I've read all year.

[rhiannonmerlin.livejournal.com]

I'M DYING. DYING. THIS FIC. OMG, SO MANY GREAT ONE LINERS. AND WEIRD SITUATIONS. OH GOD. WRITER, WHOEVER YOU ARE, THIS IS FUCING FANTASTIC. AND YOUR LEON IS AWESOME.

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

This was insanely perfect.

[gwylliondream.livejournal.com]

OMFG! I will never look at Santa the same way again! I hope you're happy, anon!