Prompt #41 "Emrys's Pet", Arthur/Merlin, Soft R [humiliation, bdsm elements]
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, captured.
Arthur and Merlin are captured by a magical society (along the lines of the druids). They treat Merlin with great respect but Arthur like a prisoner. Merlin tries to convince them Arthur means them no harm but they misinterpret him when he's trying to explain that Arthur is his friend and they think Arthur is actually his lover. They're willing to let him go because he "belongs to Merlin". In their society there's always a dominant and submissive partner and they assume because Merlin is so powerful, Arthur is his sub. Arthur is VERY unhappy but they basically have to play along with the charade in order for Arthur to get out of there alive. Que lots of furious Arthur have to "submit" to Merlin in public and Merlin liking it a bit too much :D
1593 words.
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"No, listen, he doesn't mean any harm, I promise," Merlin told the druid. "I can vouch for him. He's Arthur. We're... You can trust him, I promise."
"Oh," the druid seemed quite shocked, which was just ridiculous as far as Arthur was concerned. After all, they were the ones who'd been captured. If it wasn't for Merlin's magic, who knew what would have happened to them by now? "In that case, of course. I apologise."
"Good," Arthur said, standing tall. "Then we can go? Now that we've established that neither one of us is a threat?"
"Emrys, you'd do well to keep your pet on a tighter leash," the druid said, glaring at Arthur.
"My... pet? No, no way, he's not my pet!" Merlin cried, outraged, which - well. Arthur was glad for that, at least.
"But you vouched for him," the druid said, sounding confused. "He's nothing, worth nothing in a world of magic. Why would you keep him for anything if he's not simply a pet?"
"How about..." Merlin looked nervous, embarrassed, but Arthur could tell whatever he was trying to say wouldn't be... pet related. "How about the fact that I love him, and that where we come from, I serve him. Not the other way around."
"Love? Love is nothing. We can give you more love than a man without magic, a man who can never know your world," the druid said. By now, Arthur was getting pretty fed up with his ethereal voice, and the total lack of sense he was making. If Merlin wanted to love Arthur, then that was Merlin's choice, not some stupid druid's!
Then it hit Arthur like a ton of bricks. Merlin would say he loved Arthur for something as trivial as this? Maybe Arthur could get him to say he loved him for more than that. For real.
"Merlin, don't be an idiot," Arthur hissed. "Just admit we're... That I'm, you know..."
The druid was looking at Arthur like he was a piece of filth now.
"Arthur," Merlin said, pulling out a tone of voice Arthur wasn't even aware he had. "Now is not the time for our little games. You can pull your Knight In Shining Armour out later. You know... later..."
If Arthur had no idea Merlin could sound so stern, he'd certainly never considered that he could pull off such a flirtatious tone, both verbally, and physically.
"Sorry sir," Arthur said, hating himself in that moment. Somehow, though, he knew that this was what he needed to do to keep them both safe.
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It got worse the longer they were held captive.
Oh, Arthur was sure that for Merlin, it just got better. He could tell by the slight grin in his eyes every time Arthur had to do something to prove his place as subservient to Merlin.
It was... much worse than Arthur could have ever imagined it. Especially having to kiss Merlin's hand at what seemed to him to be random intervals.
When they got back to Camelot, Merlin was going to pay. Big time.
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They'd been held captive for three weeks now, and it was killing Arthur.
"Arthur," Merlin said, slightly breathless, grin in his eye. "What are you doing standing up? I thought I ordered you to sit at my feet."
They were at a banquet, and Arthur thought he'd managed to get away with not serving Merlin. But now... this... Too much. It was too much.
"When we get back, Merlin," Arthur hissed. "I'm going to make you pay for every second I have to pretend to serve you, mark my words."
"Promises, promises," Merlin whispered back. That sent a jolt through Arthur. Maybe, when they did get back, Merlin might even enjoy having to prove to Arthur exactly who was master and who was servant in this relationship.
Arthur knelt by Merlin's feet with a sigh.
After a few moments, he felt Merlin's fingers thread through his hair, and that - actually, that wasn't so bad. He let himself relax and enjoy the feeling of Merlin playing with his hair. This was something he might actually miss about this situation.
"Emrys," a druid said, half laughing. "It seems your pet is enjoying himself too much. Teach him his place."
"Actually," Merlin began, softly, though a bit dangerously. "This is something he's supposed to enjoy. He pleases me so much better when he's happy."
"Oh," the druid said, sounding a little surprised. "I've never really found that."
"Well I have," Merlin said, may the gods bless him. After all, Arthur could have been stuck playing servant to someone much worse than him. "In fact... Normally, this is a pleasure I'd only grant him in private. If you don't mind, I'd like to find us a little spot away from prying eyes."
"By all means, Lord Emrys," another druid said, obviously down quite a few cups. "Go! Find a tent and make merry with your pet."
On second thoughts, maybe Merlin still needed reminding who was boss.
"Thank you, then," Merlin said softly, standing, though his hand never left Arthur's hair. "I bid you good night. I shall see you in the morning, then, well rested, let us hope. We're working on the spring casting, aren't we?"
"I am glad, Emrys, that you have come around to the wonders we can give you here."
"And I am glad you have shown me the error of my ways," Merlin said, bowing slightly. "I'm excited to lend a hand tomorrow, however I can."
"Good night, Emrys," the druid called. He was echoed by several of the other druids around him, and Arthur started to stand.
"Now, now, Arthur, don't be shy," Merlin hissed. "You're perfectly welcome to crawl when we're here.
"Yes master," Arthur replied, trying his absolute best to seem relieved by the idea. Over the last few weeks, he'd found that to be the one way to guarantee the druids didn't look too closely at their relationship.
Merlin walked towards a tent that Arthur had, as yet, never seen occupied. Arthur crawled alongside him.
Soon, they were alone, away from the watching gaze of the druids for what felt like the first time in years.
"Oh thank the gods," Merlin said, dropping to his knees in front of Arthur, and wrapping his arms around him. "I've been trying to get their trust up since we got here. Arthur, I'm so sorry about all this."
"Merlin, what's going on?" Arthur asked, beyond confused with what was actually happening.
"Hold onto me tight, Arthur," Merlin commanded. "Think of your chambers in Camelot, and only of your chambers. Preferably the rug. I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
"Arthur, just do it," Merlin said again.
Arthur concentrated hard on the rug just in front of the fire in his chambers, knowing enough about Merlin's 'commands' to know when it was best not to argue.
He felt a disturbing jolt in his stomach, and the air changed, became cold.
"It worked!" Merlin cried, squeezing Arthur tight. "Arthur! Open your eyes, we're in your chambers! I can't believe it worked!"
"What wo-" Arthur didn't need to finish his sentence. Beneath his knees was his rug, and he could see his bed. "We're back! Merlin, I take back every bad thought I ever had about your magic! You are, without a doubt, the best court sorcerer in all of Albion!"
"And you're her best King," Merlin grinned, still holding Arthur tightly.
"Don't think that this gets you off the hook, though," Arthur said, glaring at him. "You are definitely going to pay for every moment of humiliation back there."
"I know," Merlin said, though he was grinning. "I have to admit, I think it might have done us some good."
"How could that possibly have done us good?" Arthur asked.
"Well, now I know that, apart from occasionally bossing you around, I have no desire to actually be in a position of authority over you," Merlin said, smiling at Arthur. The smile had changed, though, become more real. "And... now I know, that if I were to do something, it would not be unwelcome."
"Do what?" Arthur asked, suddenly nervous.
"This, of course," Merlin said, pulling Arthur back into the hug he'd been trying to worm out of. Merlin kissed him, soundly, and Arthur didn't even pretend not to be interested.
"Merlin," Arthur began, once they'd pulled back. "Don't think for one moment that the fact that I'm in love with you is going to stop me from making you clean the entire castle. On your hands and knees."
"I could clean the entire castle from this spot without even moving," Merlin said, grinning at him. "Although... there's one particular spot I'd like to clean without magic..."
"Oh?" Arthur asked, suddenly feeling a little dizzy.
"Yeah, right here," Merlin said, squeezing Arthur through his breeches. "With my tongue."
"I think... I think I could cope with that..."
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All was peaceful in Arthur's chambers. His men didn't know he was back, yet, of course. Tomorrow would be a busy day. But right now? Arthur got to hold a nearly sleeping Merlin, and delight in the month that had brought them to this. Okay, so maybe not delight over it... more, it's results.
"Arthur?" Merlin asked, suddenly sounding very awake. "Did you say you're in love with me?"
"Of course I did, you idiot," Arthur said, smiling fondly into Merlin's hair.
"Oh. Good. I'm in love with you, too."
"I'm glad, Merlin."
"You're still a prat, though."
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, captured.
Arthur and Merlin are captured by a magical society (along the lines of the druids). They treat Merlin with great respect but Arthur like a prisoner. Merlin tries to convince them Arthur means them no harm but they misinterpret him when he's trying to explain that Arthur is his friend and they think Arthur is actually his lover. They're willing to let him go because he "belongs to Merlin". In their society there's always a dominant and submissive partner and they assume because Merlin is so powerful, Arthur is his sub. Arthur is VERY unhappy but they basically have to play along with the charade in order for Arthur to get out of there alive. Que lots of furious Arthur have to "submit" to Merlin in public and Merlin liking it a bit too much :D
1593 words.
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"No, listen, he doesn't mean any harm, I promise," Merlin told the druid. "I can vouch for him. He's Arthur. We're... You can trust him, I promise."
"Oh," the druid seemed quite shocked, which was just ridiculous as far as Arthur was concerned. After all, they were the ones who'd been captured. If it wasn't for Merlin's magic, who knew what would have happened to them by now? "In that case, of course. I apologise."
"Good," Arthur said, standing tall. "Then we can go? Now that we've established that neither one of us is a threat?"
"Emrys, you'd do well to keep your pet on a tighter leash," the druid said, glaring at Arthur.
"My... pet? No, no way, he's not my pet!" Merlin cried, outraged, which - well. Arthur was glad for that, at least.
"But you vouched for him," the druid said, sounding confused. "He's nothing, worth nothing in a world of magic. Why would you keep him for anything if he's not simply a pet?"
"How about..." Merlin looked nervous, embarrassed, but Arthur could tell whatever he was trying to say wouldn't be... pet related. "How about the fact that I love him, and that where we come from, I serve him. Not the other way around."
"Love? Love is nothing. We can give you more love than a man without magic, a man who can never know your world," the druid said. By now, Arthur was getting pretty fed up with his ethereal voice, and the total lack of sense he was making. If Merlin wanted to love Arthur, then that was Merlin's choice, not some stupid druid's!
Then it hit Arthur like a ton of bricks. Merlin would say he loved Arthur for something as trivial as this? Maybe Arthur could get him to say he loved him for more than that. For real.
"Merlin, don't be an idiot," Arthur hissed. "Just admit we're... That I'm, you know..."
The druid was looking at Arthur like he was a piece of filth now.
"Arthur," Merlin said, pulling out a tone of voice Arthur wasn't even aware he had. "Now is not the time for our little games. You can pull your Knight In Shining Armour out later. You know... later..."
If Arthur had no idea Merlin could sound so stern, he'd certainly never considered that he could pull off such a flirtatious tone, both verbally, and physically.
"Sorry sir," Arthur said, hating himself in that moment. Somehow, though, he knew that this was what he needed to do to keep them both safe.
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It got worse the longer they were held captive.
Oh, Arthur was sure that for Merlin, it just got better. He could tell by the slight grin in his eyes every time Arthur had to do something to prove his place as subservient to Merlin.
It was... much worse than Arthur could have ever imagined it. Especially having to kiss Merlin's hand at what seemed to him to be random intervals.
When they got back to Camelot, Merlin was going to pay. Big time.
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They'd been held captive for three weeks now, and it was killing Arthur.
"Arthur," Merlin said, slightly breathless, grin in his eye. "What are you doing standing up? I thought I ordered you to sit at my feet."
They were at a banquet, and Arthur thought he'd managed to get away with not serving Merlin. But now... this... Too much. It was too much.
"When we get back, Merlin," Arthur hissed. "I'm going to make you pay for every second I have to pretend to serve you, mark my words."
"Promises, promises," Merlin whispered back. That sent a jolt through Arthur. Maybe, when they did get back, Merlin might even enjoy having to prove to Arthur exactly who was master and who was servant in this relationship.
Arthur knelt by Merlin's feet with a sigh.
After a few moments, he felt Merlin's fingers thread through his hair, and that - actually, that wasn't so bad. He let himself relax and enjoy the feeling of Merlin playing with his hair. This was something he might actually miss about this situation.
"Emrys," a druid said, half laughing. "It seems your pet is enjoying himself too much. Teach him his place."
"Actually," Merlin began, softly, though a bit dangerously. "This is something he's supposed to enjoy. He pleases me so much better when he's happy."
"Oh," the druid said, sounding a little surprised. "I've never really found that."
"Well I have," Merlin said, may the gods bless him. After all, Arthur could have been stuck playing servant to someone much worse than him. "In fact... Normally, this is a pleasure I'd only grant him in private. If you don't mind, I'd like to find us a little spot away from prying eyes."
"By all means, Lord Emrys," another druid said, obviously down quite a few cups. "Go! Find a tent and make merry with your pet."
On second thoughts, maybe Merlin still needed reminding who was boss.
"Thank you, then," Merlin said softly, standing, though his hand never left Arthur's hair. "I bid you good night. I shall see you in the morning, then, well rested, let us hope. We're working on the spring casting, aren't we?"
"I am glad, Emrys, that you have come around to the wonders we can give you here."
"And I am glad you have shown me the error of my ways," Merlin said, bowing slightly. "I'm excited to lend a hand tomorrow, however I can."
"Good night, Emrys," the druid called. He was echoed by several of the other druids around him, and Arthur started to stand.
"Now, now, Arthur, don't be shy," Merlin hissed. "You're perfectly welcome to crawl when we're here.
"Yes master," Arthur replied, trying his absolute best to seem relieved by the idea. Over the last few weeks, he'd found that to be the one way to guarantee the druids didn't look too closely at their relationship.
Merlin walked towards a tent that Arthur had, as yet, never seen occupied. Arthur crawled alongside him.
Soon, they were alone, away from the watching gaze of the druids for what felt like the first time in years.
"Oh thank the gods," Merlin said, dropping to his knees in front of Arthur, and wrapping his arms around him. "I've been trying to get their trust up since we got here. Arthur, I'm so sorry about all this."
"Merlin, what's going on?" Arthur asked, beyond confused with what was actually happening.
"Hold onto me tight, Arthur," Merlin commanded. "Think of your chambers in Camelot, and only of your chambers. Preferably the rug. I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
"Arthur, just do it," Merlin said again.
Arthur concentrated hard on the rug just in front of the fire in his chambers, knowing enough about Merlin's 'commands' to know when it was best not to argue.
He felt a disturbing jolt in his stomach, and the air changed, became cold.
"It worked!" Merlin cried, squeezing Arthur tight. "Arthur! Open your eyes, we're in your chambers! I can't believe it worked!"
"What wo-" Arthur didn't need to finish his sentence. Beneath his knees was his rug, and he could see his bed. "We're back! Merlin, I take back every bad thought I ever had about your magic! You are, without a doubt, the best court sorcerer in all of Albion!"
"And you're her best King," Merlin grinned, still holding Arthur tightly.
"Don't think that this gets you off the hook, though," Arthur said, glaring at him. "You are definitely going to pay for every moment of humiliation back there."
"I know," Merlin said, though he was grinning. "I have to admit, I think it might have done us some good."
"How could that possibly have done us good?" Arthur asked.
"Well, now I know that, apart from occasionally bossing you around, I have no desire to actually be in a position of authority over you," Merlin said, smiling at Arthur. The smile had changed, though, become more real. "And... now I know, that if I were to do something, it would not be unwelcome."
"Do what?" Arthur asked, suddenly nervous.
"This, of course," Merlin said, pulling Arthur back into the hug he'd been trying to worm out of. Merlin kissed him, soundly, and Arthur didn't even pretend not to be interested.
"Merlin," Arthur began, once they'd pulled back. "Don't think for one moment that the fact that I'm in love with you is going to stop me from making you clean the entire castle. On your hands and knees."
"I could clean the entire castle from this spot without even moving," Merlin said, grinning at him. "Although... there's one particular spot I'd like to clean without magic..."
"Oh?" Arthur asked, suddenly feeling a little dizzy.
"Yeah, right here," Merlin said, squeezing Arthur through his breeches. "With my tongue."
"I think... I think I could cope with that..."
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All was peaceful in Arthur's chambers. His men didn't know he was back, yet, of course. Tomorrow would be a busy day. But right now? Arthur got to hold a nearly sleeping Merlin, and delight in the month that had brought them to this. Okay, so maybe not delight over it... more, it's results.
"Arthur?" Merlin asked, suddenly sounding very awake. "Did you say you're in love with me?"
"Of course I did, you idiot," Arthur said, smiling fondly into Merlin's hair.
"Oh. Good. I'm in love with you, too."
"I'm glad, Merlin."
"You're still a prat, though."