A Prince from Another World Chp8
Chapter Eight: Moving Further than Expected
“At this rate all my magic will be gone.” Balinor said as he moved towards Will, leaving the comfort of the doorframe. The boy was completely frozen on the spot, his mouth was partly open, his finger pointed at Arthur, he had been about to say something else when the spell had taken its toll.
“Well maybe you should try to resolve problems without using magic.” Arthur replied making sure to add emphasis to the last word. He snickered and sat back on the bed. “That is what is wrong with you magic users, always so quick to think magic will solve everything.”
Balinor gave him a serious look, disliking Arthur’s logic. “What do you suggest, violence?” Arthur returned the look, both unable to back down the silent war their eyes were taking part in. “Well in that case,” Balinor said, breaking their stare and laying his hand on Will’s shoulder. “You take care of it.” Will unfroze, the spell removed, and Balinor moved back to the doorway, out of the way.
“How dare you,” Will yelled swinging his fist at Arthur, completely missing the fact that he had just been frozen. “Keep your filthy hands off my friend.”
Arthur moved back dodging the punch with ease. “It’s not what you think, well maybe it is.” The prince said cocking his head to the side, a devilish grin on his face.
“Argh” Will swung again but Arthur wasn’t about to get clobbered twice, his guard was up this time. He moved off the bed to prevent Merlin from getting caught up in their fight.
“You have some nerve, you’re telling me you weren’t about to kiss him.” Will sneered, moving to tackle Arthur when his punches failed.
He threw himself against the prince, his eyes fully blaring with anger. Arthur’s fell to the floor hard, his breath knocked out of him, and he lay pinned with Will on top of him. Though Will’s punches didn’t reach their destination, Will’s words did and Arthur blushed at the mentioning of his act in trying to kiss Merlin.
“Get off me.” Arthur yelled in his commanding tone. “I said get off me.” He pushed Merlin’s friend off him and they rolled on the floor several times, both unable to let it go just yet.
Arthur managed to end up on top, landing a few punches of his own. He slammed Will hard against the carpet, and stepped back towards the closet. A small trail of blood ran down his bottom lip to his chin and he wiped it away with his hand. He ran a hand across his hair just as he noticed the look Balinor was giving him. He looked away, unable to make out the meaning behind the stare and he unsure if he even wanted to.
“That is enough. You both need to calm down,” Balinor stated chancing another glimpse at the prince’s back and holding back the desire to punch him himself. “Merlin was helping us with something and we brought him to his house that is all.”
“Help, why is he unconscious then?” Will’s voice crackled with each word spoken and he moved closer to his friend. “There is blood on his clothes, why would there be blood on his clothes if he was just helping you all with something? I’m not stupid, don’t play with me.
Balinor moved closer to Will to try and calm the young boy down. “Keep away, don’t you come any closer. I am calling the police.” Will stated nervously taking out his cellphone from his jean pocket. A sensation ran up his legs to his face and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Darkness over took him and Will fell to the floor unconscious.
“Can’t say I didn’t try,” Balinor picked him up along with the boy’s cellphone and flipped him over his shoulder. “I am going to take him back, when Merlin wakes up call me. I’m sure you can handle the simple challenge of using a phone.” Balinor told Arthur, pulled out the crystal from one of the pockets in his coat and a white light shot through the room. He vanished along with the unconscious Will, leaving Arthur alone with Merlin.
Merlin stirred, he could feel something stiff and heavy on his arm. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up; Arthur was fast asleep next to him, he was sitting on the carpet with his head and arms resting on top of Merlin’s arm. Merlin slowly moved his arm from under Arthur and rubbed at it shaking off the numbness. He reached over and turned on the lamp resting on his dresser, a small amount of light illuminated the dark room allowing Merlin to see Arthur’s sleeping expression better.
“So am I the sleeping beauty or are you?” Merlin whispered in Arthur’s ear unable to resist the urge to tease the sleeping prince. He felt very nervous and excited at the same time.
Arthur woke up and jerked backwards, his ear tinted deep red. He touched his ear, Merlin’s breathe still tingling against his skin, and his cheeks turn the same color. “Merlin you’re awake.”
“I was, we were….I mean how do you feel?” Arthur asked rising to his feet, finding it hard to find the right words, and sat on the bed next to Merlin.
“I’m fine,” Merlin replied. “And Balinor, where is he? I want to thank him for healing me.” He wanted to ask Balinor about what had exactly happened and what that creature had been, he had never seen anything like it before.
“He’s not here,” Arthur explained, holding back the part about Balinor wanting to know when Merlin woke up or that Will had been here.
He smiled and leaned forward and let his lips barely graze Merlin’s, he could hear the sharp breath Merlin took, and he pulled back to look into his eyes. His smile turned into a grin, Merlin was blushing from ear to ear and his eyes had turned a darker color. His mind filled with images of Merlin naked and hot under him, crowding his thoughts and better judgment.
“Merlin,” Arthur said just above a whisper, “I want you.”
Arthur lost his shy composure and he kissed Merlin, hard and passionately. He pushed Merlin all the way to the bed, his lips never leaving Merlin’s. Pushing back the warning banging against his head, he ran a hand up Merlin’s legs parting them wide enough to slide his weight between them. The prince struggled with the desire to tear Merlin’s clothes off and instead concentrated on the kiss.
Everything in the room was spinning; Merlin didn’t know why he didn’t push Arthur off and end the kiss. Arthur was a prince from another world, he had to return to it and Merlin couldn’t follow. But no matter how heavy his heart felt at that thought, he didn’t want him to stop, ever. He spread his legs wider to let Arthur set himself better between his legs and he moaned into the blonde’s mouth.
Merlin pulled at Arthur’s shirt nervously, clinging to the fabric and then tugging at it trying to hint at the need for it to be off. He wanted to see Arthur naked, he wanted to touch and taste every inch of his firm flesh against his body and inside him. His fingers gave up the tug of war with the prince’s shirt instantly slipping under the rough material to explore the tight flesh there.
Arthur felt his entire body melt under Merlin’s touch; he could feel the heat coming between Merlin’s legs, his cock now fully hard. He ended the kiss and shifted back a little to get a better view of Merlin’s pants; unbuckling them he slipped them down taking his time to let his fingers graze the soft pale legs that threatened to be his undoing. He tossed them to the carpet and proceeded to take his own off finding it hard to keep his fingers from the skin nicely exposed in front of him.
Merlin moaned, bit his lip, and then let out a gasp as Arthur’s fingers trailed up his thighs to circle around his hard shaft. His fingers clasped the blond locks and pulled, bringing Arthur’s lips close for another kiss. Arthur moved back in between his legs thrusting against his body and making their cocks rub against each other. He wrapped his legs around the prince’s hips and thrust upwards wanting to feel all the warmth that was Arthur.
“Merlin,” Arthur gasped between kisses. “Merlin, are you sure this is what you want?” He hated himself for asking but he needed to know. He needed to know that Merlin wanted him, all of him.
“Yes Arthur I want you, I want you inside me.” Merlin said between half parted eyes.
His body was screaming for it and he wasn’t strong enough to fight it anymore. He had fallen for the prince the first moment he had stumbled into his chambers maybe way before he had even met him. Merlin didn’t know if that was even possible but his body and heart was telling him that this was the way it should be. He felt that Arthur was the only one capable of making his body drown in the ecstasy it was feeling now, the only one who could ever make him whole.
“Arthur,” Merlin whispered as he tugged at Arthur’s shirt, bringing his hips even higher.
“You’re so beautiful.” Arthur said, removing the last garment preventing him from feeling every part of Merlin’s flesh. He tossed it next to their pants, and then removed Merlin’s, running his hands over Merlin’s chest.
His fingers caressed the two pink nipples, flicking them, rubbing them, until they were hard and perky. He lowered his mouth over one and licked it, his tongue greedily circled around it, sucking it, before moving to the next one. Arthur could feel himself reach his limit and he lifted Merlin’s small hips upwards towards him.
“This might hurt.” Arthur had never been with anyone, female or male, but he had heard Gwaine whine plenty times before on how many virgins he had taken to his bed. He had grown to learn to stay away from Gwaine after he had spent many hours at the tavern or he would be forced to hear them all over again.
“I’ve never been with….” Merlin lost his trail of speech as Arthur’s lips fell on his. His stomach felt tight and unsettled at the realization of what he was about to do.
Arthur shifted on the bed, getting a better angle, and with one solid movement brought Merlin’s hips even higher trusting into him. He pushed slowly, inching his way inside. It was so tight, so hot. He paused after a few inches, catching his breath and fighting back the climax that danced behind his closed eyelids. His muscles tensed, his shaft throbbed with the need to go deeper.
“Ah…” Merlin gasped from the pain, breaking the kiss.
He desperately clung to Arthur, his nails dug to the back of the prince’s neck as his wall tightened against the intrusion. For a moment they stayed just like that, their mouths open, lips barely touching, their chests heaving hard against each other. They breathed into each other’s faces, the warm air adding to the heat rising up their bodies.
Arthur rested his forehead on Merlin’s and licked his lips, he thrust deeper. He ran his hands under Merlin’s soft and tender ass, squeezing them slightly before moving them hard against him. His cock slipped the rest of the way, closing in the gape, and Arthur found himself cursing under his breath. Pure desire coursed through his body and took over his senses.
“Merlin I can’t hold back anymore.”
Merlin looked at him, his eyes full of lust and desire, and that was all Arthur needed. He thrust hard and fast into Merlin, filling the room with their moans and gasps. Arthur felt himself fall apart. The walls he had built around his heart tumbled, leaving a rumble of shattered bricks and clouds of dust behind. His ears filled with Merlin’s painful moans and he could do nothing else but thrust harder and faster. He moved his hand to Merlin’s cock, caressing the tip coated with pre-cum, and moving it down and up pumping it vigorously. He wanted Merlin to feel the same desire he was feeling.
“Arthur,” Merlin gasped as the pain got mixed with the pleasure of Arthur jerking him off. He tightened his grip on Arthur’s hips, bringing his legs further around him, and thrust upwards, moaning even louder as Arthur’s cock hit its mark. The slick movement of Arthur’s fingers against the hilt of his shaft and down his length drove him close to the edge. He let go of Arthur’s neck and clung desperately to the sheets calling out his prince’s name over and over, Arthur’s cock rubbing against his sensitive spot in every thrust.
“Louder, say it louder.” Arthur ordered, thrusting deeper, pushing Merlin harder against the bed and making the pillow fall off the bed. He clung to Merlin’s hips arching downwards to lick a trail up Merlin’s chest to the side of his neck. He could feel him stretching around his shaft, swallowing him whole, and making him go even further.
“Arthur, Arthur….” Merlin called out arching his back as the pain was forgotten under all the pleasure. Arthur was making him drown in pools of heat; sweat ran down his back and his stomach, clung to his hair and made his grip slip. Every inch of him was sensitive to the touch.
Merlin could almost taste his climax, it was so close and he could see that Arthur was too. He ran his hand up the bare chest above him and caressed the side of Arthur’s face. His prince was handcrafted perfection, true beauty in human form, and even if it was just for one night he was all his. Merlin shifted upwards to kiss Arthur slowly then with more vigor, moving his hips faster to match Arthur’s thrusts.
Arthur’s muscles ached with the need to press on harder. He rammed into Merlin mercilessly, his moans driving him momentarily deaf. He moved Merlin’s hand from his face and brought their hands over his heart entwining their fingers together. One final thrust and he spilled his cum inside Merlin. Arthur could feel Merlin’s warm cum on his abdominals and he grinned into their kiss. He pulled out slowly, some of his hot seed trailing down to the sheets.
“I would say that settles it then don’t you agree?” Arthur said, breaking their kiss and sitting back bringing Merlin to sit on top of his lap. He ran his hands down Merlin’s back and was taken aback by just how even more beautiful Merlin looked after sex. His eyes took in all of Merlin in the lamp light and he felt his heart skip a beat.
“Settle what?” Merlin asked his breathing still not back to normal.
“The second round,” Arthur teased running his lips down Merlin’s neck to rest on his collar bone. “I’m not planning on stopping after one taste.” He rubbed Merlin’s hips with his to prove his case.
“But we….” Merlin blushed, Arthur was fully hard.
Arthur didn’t let him finish, he muffled any protests Merlin was about to make with his mouth. He let his tongue explore every taste, every corner of Merlin’s mouth and his fingers caress every inch of ivory delicacy. Merlin was like a poison, hard to get out of his system, and yet the type you grew addicted to after just one doze. Arthur didn’t want to think about the possibility of having to go without him, Geoffrey’s words about the Manticore echoed at the back of his mind.
Merlin felt himself start to get hard, Arthur’s fingers and tongue causing the heat to return to his body in a rush. He could feel his flesh burn up, yet his body shivered at the loss of his touch. Merlin rocked his hips against Arthur, faster and harder, rubbing himself against him. He moaned in need to have Arthur inside of him and he caressed Arthur’s thick shaft with both his hands, running his hands up and down its length. The void was getting too unbearable and Merlin whined in Arthur’s mouth.
“Tell me what you want Merlin.”
“I want you in me.” Merlin pleaded, submitting to Arthur’s will completely.
“Fuck,” Arthur cursed, he couldn’t wait any longer either. Merlin was a total tease.
He raised Merlin upwards and positioned his cock in Merlin’s entrance. He pushed Merlin down hard, thrusting into the heat his body craved for the second time. Merlin brought his legs close to Arthur’s and wrapped his arms around Arthur. Arthur clamped his teeth on Merlin’s shoulder and bit down, bruising, breaking the skin and drawing blood. He licked at the bite mark and then further up his neck.
Merlin threw his head back at the feel of Arthur’s lips on his neck, providing the prince with more access to it. He tightened his grip on Arthur, his toes curling into the bed sheets. Thrust after thrust, their bodies moved together with a perfect fit. Arthur dug his fingers harder into Merlin’s hips. Merlin winced against the pressure of Arthur’s nails digging into his skin.
The bed creaked under their weight and Arthur had to shift his legs to keep them from falling off. He thrust harder and pulled Merlin closer to him. He moved further into the center of the bed bringing Merlin with him. The sweat on their bodies was making their grips on each other harder to maintain. Arthur thrust faster and in one final thrust they came together, lips clasped in a deep kiss. They fell to the bed in a heap of tired limbs and sweaty body parts.
Arthur pulled the sheets over them and set himself behind Merlin. “I love you.” He confessed as he wrapped his arms around Merlin’s thin waist and nudged him from behind.
“Arthur I….” Merlin stared up at the ceiling trying to push back the sadness that started to seep back into his heart.
“Don’t say anything; take your time to think about it.” Arthur said, the way he was right now he wouldn’t be able to handle if Merlin rejected him. He knew he felt the same way as him at least sexually.
Merlin pressed his back closer to Arthur and covered Arthur’s hands with his, gently squeezing them. He didn’t need any thinking. He knew exactly how he felt, but was scared that if he said what he felt, that if he admitted that he loved him too, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to send him home.
“In the meantime, should I convince your body that I am the only one it needs to crave?” Arthur teased, licking the back of Merlin’s earlobe.
A giggle from Merlin gave him the courage to continue. He moved back on top of Merlin and rubbed his hip against Merlin’s. He didn’t dare break their eye contact; he wanted to see every reaction Merlin could make. Slipping his hand down the side of his body, his fingers lingered on the inside of Merlin’s thighs. A sheepish grin spread across his face and he moved his hand further. Merlin’s entire body was tense, he could feel the heat rising between their legs and Arthur increased his movements. He slipped one finger into Merlin’s entrance, in and out, making slight circular movements before inserting another.
Merlin lost control of his body. His hips moved up, driving Arthur’s fingers deeper into him and he bit his bottom lip. Arthur was making him crazy with desire all over again. His cock twitched and grew in size as he began to harden. Another finger slipped inside and Merlin moaned in protest. He wanted another part of Arthur inside him, pounding him senseless and making him come so hard he was seeing stars. His hands moved up Arthur’s abs and then to his sides pulling Arthur closer to him.
“Your mine Merlin, mine alone.” Arthur said his voice raspy and low.
He pulled his fingers out and thrust deep into Merlin. The heat was even more invigorating, the tightness intense, and Arthur struggled to concentrate on going slow. He moved painfully slow, in and out, pulling all the way out and then back in, his eyes taking in every moan, every gasp, Merlin made. Every thrust was torture for Arthur and soon he found himself thrusting harder and faster. He brought one of Merlin’s legs upwards to his side allowing him to push deeper. Thrust after thrust and they were lost in their love making once more.
Arthur buckled forward, his body tensed as he came. He continued to thrust and two more times had Merlin coming on his stomach. Merlin moved wet strands from Arthur’s face and kissed him slowly and tenderly. Arthur stayed inside Merlin for a little longer, he let his cock soften and go limp before taking it out. He looked down at Merlin and wondered how someone so beautiful could exist and why he couldn’t exist in his world. They let sleep overtake them and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Merlin woke up. He looked around, setting his sights at the clock, it read 4am. He carefully moved the sheets off him, not wanting to disturb Arthur, and got out of bed. His legs gave way and he tumbled to the ground, his entire body was sore and it ached especially in the area between his legs. Merlin felt a strange feeling form at the pit of his stomach. He had given himself to Arthur, heart and body. He slowly pulled on his clothes, ignoring the strains of pain shooting through his body.
He gave one last glance at the sleeping Arthur and went downstairs. He fumbled in the dark for the light switch at the bottom of the stairway and gasped when he found Balinor standing in the middle of the living room. His coat was more ruffled than before and he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. One look at him and Merlin knew he was injured. Balinor clung to the edge of the couch for support, his knuckles pale white.
Merlin didn’t know what to do, all the blood on Balinor’s face was gone, and he looked white as a sheet. He rushed to his side just as the older man lost his strength and tumbled forward. Merlin heaved under his weight, desperately clinging to the couch to keep them from falling all the way to the floor. A few huffs later and Merlin managed to drag Balinor to the front side of the couch. Setting him down, he quickly made his way to the kitchen to hunt down the first aid kit.
He ran back and kneeled in front of Balinor, sliding the coat open to reveal the wounds. He gasped in shock, the cuts were massive. One took up most of his chest and two more seeped deep across his left side. The skin and muscles were cut clean through. Heavy layers of blood soaked into the man’s clothes clinging to his frame, making an overall gruesome sight.
“I’ve been searching for the Manticore these past two days but something else found me. Another shadow was here.” Balinor said, his chest rising at a painfully slow rate. “It turned out to be much stronger than the other one, but don’t worry I got it in the end just not before it got me.”
Two days? He had been asleep for two days. And what was this about a Manticore and another shadowed beast? Merlin pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, it wasn’t important at the moment. He clumsily shuffled through the first aid kit, tearing the containers apart and knocking stuff over. Merlin pressed the bandages against the chest wound and his fingers shook, there was so much blood.
He looked up when Balinor pressed a hand over his. “These won’t help me Merlin. I don’t have much time left.”
“Than what, tell me what can I do?”
“Only magic can save me now.”
“Magic,” Merlin replied, his fingers shaking at an uncontrollable rate. “I can’t. I don’t have any idea on how to heal you.” He made to get up and move away but Balinor tightened his grip on Merlin’s fingers bringing Merlin back to his knees.
“You can do it just close your eyes and concentrate. The words will come to you and your magic will do the rest.” He let go of Merlin’s hand, his own falling heavily against his side. “This is who you are; don’t be afraid to use your gift.”
Merlin could feel his eyes water, tears threatened to fall down his cheeks, blinding him and blurring his vision. He pressed his palm on Balinor’s chest, spread his fingers wide covering more of the wound, and closed his eyes. He tried to concentrate, let the magic guide him, and it spread through his body like wild fire. Words started to fill up in his mind; he shifted through them looking for the right ones. Just as they were near enough for him to grasp them they slipped further away. He tried again and again.
Balinor’s breath became almost nonexistent and Merlin opened his eyes. His fingers were covered in blood and he could feel the fear seep into his heart. Balinor was dying, his chest was barely moving and his eyes were fully closed. A single tear fell down his face and he wiped it away with his other hand. Balinor couldn’t die; he had barely gotten to know the older man who was so much like him. Closing his eyes he tried again. This time the words appeared in his mind clear as day.
“Þurhhæle dolgbenn” He chanted opening his eyes, gold flashing in them.