Kink Me! #16
Kink Me! #16
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He hadn't intentionally gone invisible, of course. The mere idea was absurd. Invisibility required magic, and Arthur, of course, was no magic user.
(He assumed it required magic. Unless there was some sort of herb? But no, surely not, or else there would signs, such as widespread thieving, and children shirking chores, and invisible peeping Toms.)
No, someone had done this to Arthur. Some sorcerer had done this to the Prince of Camelot. Arthur had to get to the bottom of this.
Just as soon as the Porlian princesses were gone.
He'd followed them to the guest quarters partly because he could, and partly because he wanted to verify they were as dull as they seemed. Seriously, did his father really think that either of these empty-headed creatures could be a match for him? It was ridiculous.
"Camelot is boring. I can't wait to go home," said one of princesses -- Arthur thought she was called Georgiana, but that might have been the other one, with the mole.
"It's not so bad," said the one with the mole. "The Lady Morgana seems interesting."
Maybe-Georgiana rolled her eyes. "You're easily impressed."
"I am not!"
"I think she's hiding something."
"Ooh. She did seem awfully smirky. Do you think she knows where Prince Arthur's gone?"
"Whatever do you mean, Georgiana? He's gone on an important quest!" said the one who clearly was not Georgiana after all, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion.
He could call her No-mole. (No. That was a terrible nickname.)
Georgiana laughed. "I hope King Uther doesn't think we actually believed him. He's just lucky our father is desperate for an alliance. It's forcing him to keep his temper."
"I hate politics. So much saying what you don't really mean. Why can't people just tell the truth?"
"I know." Georgiana took her sister's hand. "When you're Queen, Frederica, the rule of Porlia will be the truth."
Frederica! That was it.
"When we're Queen. Just because I'm twelve minutes older..."
There was a knock at the door. When the chambermaid entered, Arthur slipped out into the hallway.
The princesses in private were nothing like they'd been when presented to the court. Not so empty-header after all. Interesting. Perhaps he'd wait a little longer before alerting his father to his predicament. See who else was more than they seemed.
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Arthur wandered through the castle for the next few hours, listening to the servants gossip and chatter comfortably with each other. They were always so quiet when he was around; he was surprised to realize that he'd never heard most of their voices before.
He walked quietly behind two maids on their way to the laundry, having grown bored of listening to the cellar guards discuss a jousting tournament they'd been to the past week.
"It's nine inches, I swear to God!"
"No! Who told you that?"
"Nobody! I saw it with my own eyes. He was being sucked off by one of the knights. I couldn't tell which one it was, but..."
Their voices trailed off as they got further away from where Arthur had stopped. He stared, open-mouthed, after them. What--? Wait. WHAT?
He shook his head to clear out some alarming mental images that had formed. He absolutely could not think those sorts of thoughts.
(Oh, that combination would be kind of--)
NO.
Following servants around was a bad idea. He should see what his father was up to.
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"Gaius. What did you find?"
"Very little, sire. There is no evidence of magic anywhere in Arthur's chambers. No one saw anything suspicious last night or this morning."
"He can't have just vanished!"
"He might have... gone somewhere, sire. Voluntarily."
Uther considered Gaius for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I refuse to believe that he would shirk his duties so flagrantly."
Gaius said nothing, but his left eyebrow rose fractionally.
"Fine," Uther said. "I realise that he has, on occasion, defied me, but always for a reason. He wouldn't run away from the King of Porlia, or his daughters. Besides, surely he knows there are many more suitable matches for him. This visit was merely a courtesy to an old ally."
"Did you tell him that, sire?"
It was gratifying to know that his father trusted him to be responsible. (Even if it was slightly alarming that he and Gaius apparently had some kind of secret eyebrow language.) However, Arthur really wished his father had told him there was no real chance of marriage with Porlia, rather than joking that he might end up with two wives, which was a terrifying prospect. Arthur had been up half the night fretting about it.
Uther ignored the question and resumed pacing. After a few steps, he stopped. "Arthur's manservant--" he waved his hands on either side of his head -- "the one with the ears."
Arthur very nearly completely muffled his guffaw. Gaius looked at the corner opposite Arthur, and then said, "Merlin, sire."
"Yes, yes. Merlin. Arthur never goes anywhere without him. Has he disappeared as well?"
Gaius shook his head. "Merlin has been helping me investigate Arthur's disappearance. He is currently in his room, um, researching additional--"
"That proves it, then. Arthur has been taken. Guards!"
As the guards entered the room, Arthur slipped out. He heard his father giving orders for them to conduct a discreet search of the lower town and surrounding woods.
Merlin was in his room, researching? Arthur would believe it when he saw it. Merlin was napping, loitering, or lounging, Arthur was sure of it.
Yes, Merlin was probably thrilled that his master had disappeared.
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The outer door to Gaius' chambers had been easy enough -- Arthur had found it slightly ajar, and so had just pushed it open, assuming that if Merlin saw it he would attribute it to the wind. It was Merlin's bedroom door that was the problem.
Actually, it wasn't technically the door that was the problem, but the small crack in the door. Arthur had crouched down and peered through it, seen a steady movement and a hand and a very large--
Oh.
He told himself that he continued to watch just to be sure that Merlin was really doing what it looked like he was doing, but it wasn't really all that complicated. Merlin was pleasuring himself. In the middle of the afternoon. That was what Merlin did when Arthur went missing: he stroked his huge-- what was that, nearly nine inches?
Nine inches. Merlin. It had been Merlin that maid had seen being sucked off by one of the knights.
Okay, thought Arthur. This is not right. First of all, if there was sucking off being done, why was it not being done to him? Hadn't his knights ever heard of the chain of command? Second of all, Merlin was a servant. Merlin should be the one doing the sucking, not being sucked.
Of course, putting those two things together led to the conclusion that Merlin should be sucking off Arthur, and that was certainly not--
Had Arthur's trouser's always been so snug? He really needed to stop thinking the word "sucking". It was obviously getting to him. He leaned forward as the speed of Merlin's hand increased.
"Arthur," moaned Merlin, and Arthur inhaled and threw himself backwards, landing on the floor with a thump.
He lay back, head on the floor, and looked up at the rows of phials and bottles. Maybe one of them held the cure for invisibility. He looked down his body and decided that actually, he didn't want the cure yet, even if it was right on a shelf above him. As long as he was sporting a massive erection, grown while watching his servant wank, he would prefer to stay invisible.
(He was firmly ignoring the fact that his servant had moaned his name. He could only deal with one crisis at a time, and currently his Merlin-inspired-hard-on was priority number one.)
A moment later, Merlin's bedroom door flew open. Merlin was still tucking in his shirt as he strode down into the main room. "Hello? Is someone there?"
He made a circuit around the room, and then returned to sit on the steps leading to his bedroom, just feet from Arthur. His face was flushed, lips red, still breathing faster than normal.
As Arthur studied him, though, he realized that Merlin looked upset.
"Where are you, Arthur? Please be all right," Merlin whispered. "Please."
Arthur stayed on the floor, looking up at his manservant, unable to do anything else but watch Merlin's anguish, until Gaius came in and asked Merlin to help him search the lower town.
"He's not in the lower town. Why would he be there? That's a stupid place to look," said Merlin angrily.
"King's orders."
"Well, the king's a bloody idiot."
Arthur frowned and resisted the urge to call Merlin out for his words.
"Anyway," Merlin continued, "Arthur's too strong a fighter to be taken by just anyone. It has to be magic."
(On the other hand, Merlin was under a great deal of stress, so perhaps Arthur could forgive him for his anger at the king.)
"Don't do anything foolish, Merlin."
Merlin leveled a strange look at Gaius, and in response, Gaius' eyebrows lowered.
"You can't stop me, it's already done."
(Did everyone speak Gaius' eyebrow language except Arthur?)
"Well," Gaius said, "I suppose I should say don't do anything else foolish."
Merlin laughed half-heartedly and stood. As he and Gais walked out the door, Gais patted Merlin's arm. "He'll be all right."
Unsure of what else to do, Arthur followed them.
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[TBC tomorrow!]
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This made me laugh out loud: First of all, if there was sucking off being done, why was it not being done to him? Hadn't his knights ever heard of the chain of command? Your Arthur voice is hysterical.
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[I totally know how to spell Gaius. See: Gaius Gaius Gaius. Also, I am sorry for the delay in continuing this. I blame my job, which totally pays better than fandom but is way less fun.]
The lower town was more crowded than Arthur had ever seen it. He kept behind Merlin and Gaius, trying to stay close enough not to lose them but not so close that he stepped on their heels. Where had all these people come from? The street was filled with the sounds of hawkers' calls and children shrieking and men and women calling out to each other in greeting.
After a few minutes of weaving along the streets, a group of guards came into view. Merlin and Gaius pressed toward the side of the street with the rest of the commoners to allow them to pass. As Arthur watched the guards' easy march down the street, he realized he was a sheltered idiot. These crowds weren't larger than usual, they just weren't getting out of his way as usual.
"This is ridiculous," Merlin said. Gaius said nothing. Merlin lifted the lid of a barrel. "Maybe he's in here!" He looked in. "Nope! Not unless he's been turned into a cucumber and then pickled in brine."
"I'm concerned about side-effects," said Gaius as Merlin slammed the top of the barrel down. "Although I don't recall anger being one of them."
Merlin's shoulders slumped forward. "It's not. There's only one, and it's not going to be a problem."
"You don't know that. That was advanced magic you did. You can't predict how you'll react to it."
"You can't lose the same eye twice," answered Merlin with a strange smirk on his face, as Arthur's heart began to pound.
Magic? What the hell was Gaius talking about? Merlin couldn't do magic.
"--that I already do," Merlin was saying when Arthur returned his attention to their conversation. He must have misheard.
"I see. Well, that's good news, I suppose. How long until the spell takes effect?" Gaius asked.
Merlin replied, "The book said an hour," and Arthur's knees almost buckled. He leaned back against a nearby wall and took a deep breath, and then another. Merlin and Gaius walked away, and Arthur found he couldn't make his legs move to follow them.
It didn't seem possible. I couldn't be possible. Merlin, apparently, was doing magic.
Last week another sorcerer had been executed. Beheading this time. Arthur had still not figured out how his father decided which ones to burn and which ones to behead. The sound the axe made as it fell echoed in Arthur's memory.
That could not happen to Merlin. Would not.
Merlin had mentioned a book, so maybe he was just learning -- maybe he'd just started dabbling recently, and if Arthur just talked to him, he could persuade him to stop. Surely he hadn't done anything bad. He'd probably just... made some flowers bloom or something.
(But Gaius had called it advanced magic. Maybe the flowers were really big and complicated. Right. Complicated flowers. That was obviously it.)
Arthur felt more at ease now. Things were going to be all right. Then he remembered that he was invisible. Had Merlin been the one to do this to him? This morning, who had Arthur seen? Merlin. Merlin had brought him breakfast, and half an hour later, Arthur had looked in the mirror and seen nothing but an empty room.
Arthur could feel the conflict raging in his head. Merlin was an idiot, but a brave and surprisingly loyal one. Magic users were cowards who meddled with the forces of nature rather than use swords or diplomacy. Saying that Merlin was a magic user was like saying that someone was beautiful and ugly at the same time.
Why had Merlin done this to him? Arthur needed more information before deciding what to do next. There had to be an explanation.
He needed to know the reason for casting that spell. He needed to find that book.
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