Unraveled Destiny: Chapter 4 (Merlin fanfic)
Notes: Very sorry for posting this late. I feel so bad for not being able to have it up for cristina reid's birthday. I made the bath scene super juicy for you and made the poor boys suffer more. No worries they suffer in a good sexy way. Would have loved to have continued the bed scene, but the chapter was already hitting 5K and the bath scene was 5 pages long in itself. Warning: Male Slash/Consensual/Lots of Sexiness towards the end
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Unraveled Destiny
Chapter Four: A New Allegiance, a New Threat
Merlin shifted on his bed and stared past his doorway, a longing look on his face. He took in the busy noises from the other room catching a few glimpses of his old friend as he moved about the room rearranging his things. The young sorcerer looked down at his fingers and his eyes glistered with the need he had only moments ago felt coursing through his entire body. He slowly clasped his hands together and then un-clasped them trying to fight the urge to chase after his forbidden lover.
He ran a shaken hand through his short bangs, making his hair stand up even more. One last look into Gaius’s chamber and his mind was made up. Merlin got up, quickly changed into a clean set of clothes, and moved into the physician’s chamber. A deep sigh escaped his parted wet lips as he caught the full extent of the damage his magic had caused and his mind changed yet again. He quickly stepped over a few piles picking up a book here and there and doing his best to help diminish the chaos. He stood at the bottom of the small stairway leading up to Gaius’ library collection and juggled the books he carried, managing to save a few from tumbling back to the floor.
“I am so sorry Gaius.” Merlin exclaimed handing him several books and then bending down to gather the few now lying near his feet. “I didn’t mean to...” He started to apologize handing the rest of the books he had gathered.
“Do I have to remind you how dangerous it is to use magic in the presence of the King?” Gaius half asked half stated. Unwilling to wait for an answer, he moved back up the stairs and set the first book back into its place before shooting Merlin a worried look. “Arthur isn’t Uther, but magic is still outlawed in Camelot. My heart can’t take the idea of what could happen to you if it was discovered that you have magic.” He turned back to his shelves and set the last book back in its proper place before stepping down.
“How long Merlin?” Gaius placed a gentle hand on Merlin’s shoulder and forced the young sorcerer to return his questioning gaze. “How long has this been happening and what brought it about in the first place?” His gaze turned into one full of worry and fatherly concern. After getting only silence in response, he moved past the love struck young man and started to scoop up the broken glass.
“It’s complicated.” Merlin finally replied turning around to face Gaius and setting more books he had collected on the nearest table. “It just started, it’s nothing serious. I can control it Gaius.”
“Merlin this time it was my chamber, you don’t know what could happen next.” Gaius stated discarding the shattered glass and reaching for his glasses. “Whatever is going on with your magic, it can’t be a normal thing. You need to find out the reason and quickly.” He finished setting his glasses back on his nose and moving to his table.
“Nothing is normal about me, you once told me that.” Merlin said giving Gaius another reassuring look and started to gather the remaining books still scattered around the room. His cheeks started to turn a pink color again as he recalled last night’s events when his magic had first gotten out of control and he kept his gaze down, away from the prying physician.
Gaius reached for the cloth that had been found near Merlin. He turned it over in his hands. The odor was still quite strong. His eyebrow shot up as his fingers ran across the material, stretching it and turning it taking into account the texture. The old physician quickly forgot his current argument and Merlin as he absorbed himself in inspecting the piece of fabric. It was old and faded but on the underside there appeared to be some type of marking. It was barely noticeable and Gaius had almost passed it as a stain possibly from when the concoction had been applied to the cloth.
“Where are you going?” He called out to Merlin when he noticed the young sorcerer was already halfway out the door, no intention of staying in his room. “Merlin?” His voice grew louder and he leaned back on his stool setting the cloth down in front of him.
“To go see Arthur,” Merlin replied sticking his head back in the doorway, his hand still resting on the edge of the handle.
“You sure that is wise?” Gaius asked, his question sounding less than what it was. “Merlin I don’t think you should be near Arthur.” He removed his glasses and set them on his desk, his face showing nothing of what he had just discovered.
“I am his manservant.” Merlin cried out. And his lover, he thought to himself.
“Merlin, Arthur has many other servants who can attend to him. You lost control of your magic today and in the presence of the King no less. I don’t think it is safe for you to be so near him, especially when both are you are alone.” Gaius stated sensing that Merlin was still holding something back and the need to repeat his concern heavy on his heart. “You need to stay away from the King for a while at least until you can find out why your magic slashed out the way it did.”
“I can’t and I won’t.” Merlin cried out moving a few steps back into the room and shutting the door behind him. His eyes watered and his voice shook. “I love Arthur and I won’t deny what I feel, not to you and not to myself. These feelings I have can’t be tucked away until they benefit Camelot or everyone else.” His chest tightened and tears trailed down his cheeks. “I want…I need to be near Arthur as much as he needs to be near me.”
“Merlin you are walking a very dangerous line, both of you and I...”
“I am going to see Arthur and you can’t stop me.” Merlin cut in. He slammed the door behind him before Gaius could finish his words. His footsteps echoed loudly down the steps.
“Oh my poor boy,” Gaius settled further in his stool and sighed, his worried look replaced with a defeated and hurt one. He placed his glasses back on his nose for what felt like the hundredth time and reached for his magnifying glass and the cloth.
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Morgana stopped at the edge of the thick dark woods and stared up at the castle looming ahead of her. Its stone construction stood out against the night like a thorn, its blue flags lay motionless on top of its many towers and peaks. A ruffle behind her, followed by a faraway howl, reminded Morgana of the woods she was still in. She moved the rest of the way down the path to the main gates.
Two guards took notice of her and blocked the entrance with their spears. “What business do you have here?” One of them spoke out moving a hand to rest on the hilt of his sword.
“The King is expecting me, now let me pass.” Morgana spat and removed her hood, revealing her long locks of raven hair and golden eyes.
“Forgive us my lady we did not know it was you.” The second guard replied moving aside to let her pass, his comrade falling to the ground gasping for breath.
Morgana replaced her hood back on her head, her eyes returned to their normal emerald hue, and the guard regained his ability to breathe. Her hood hid her features once more helping her become part of the shadows cast by the night and half lit torches. Her green cloak appeared almost black against the stone walls surrounding the castle.
She moved past the guards and the rest of the patrols with no further delay. Morgana paused in front of the throne doors, before she yanked at the metal handles and proceeded inside. The King sat on his throne, one hand resting on his sword and the other on an armrest, his gaze on the floor near his feet. The double doors banged loudly behind Morgana’s advancing figure breaking the silence. The noisiness of her entrance had served its purpose and the King sprung from his throne with sword drawn.
“Bayard.” Morgana called out to the King, her lips spread into a wicked smile and she moved further down the aisle. “Is that the way you treat your new ally?”
“Morgana,” Bayard exclaimed, lowering his sword at the recognition of her voice. “I wasn’t informed that you would be stopping by so soon.” He moved to meet her bringing her movements to a brief halt.
“I was to believe that I could come and go as I pleased in your Kingdom.” Morgana replied pulling back her hood and stretching her hand. Patience was never her strong suit, a trait she lacked alongside her half-brother.
“You may. I was just hoping to hold a feast for you, a way to celebrate the beginning of the end of Arthur’s reign.” Bayard continued shielding his sword and directing Morgana to the doors, ignoring the outstretched hand.
“When you have my poor excuse of a brother’s bloody head on a platter, then there will be a reason to celebrate.” Morgana stated, her face twisted into a hateful expression and caused her to look years older. “All I want from you at this time is the stone. Did you acquire it?”
“Yes, it was where you said it would be.” Bayard stated. “Are you sure it should be used, the druid who had it claimed up to his death that it would bring great peril to whoever wielded it.” He handed her a small metal box covered in weird markings and hesitated with the key, slowly turning it over in his hand.
“You concentrate on the rest of your part of the plan and hope your men don’t fail. If they do your entire Kingdom will face the consequences of failing me.” Morgana threatened taking the key from his hand.
“We will succeed Morgana.” Bayard told her. “You can rest assured that Camelot will fall.”
Morgana did not reply to his last claim, instead she made her way out of the throne room with the items held tightly in her grasp. She moved in the direction of the room she had been given to use when she stopped by leaving Bayard alone in his throne room to dream of his future conquest. Morgana didn’t waste time. She reached her room and with a flash of her eyes the fireplace came alive with tall hot flames, candles’ flick burst with flames that seemed to dance against an unseen force.
She sat on the bed. Not bothering to glance around the room, Morgana reached for a pouch from under her cloak and set it along with the metal box on the bed table near her. She emptied the pouch. The white crystal from the cave shimmered against the glow of the flames. A smile spread across her face as she raised the crystal to her eyes inspecting the magical item before setting it back down and reaching for the key.
“Soon Arthur you will pay for all the wrongs you and Uther have caused me.” Her emerald eyes flashed gold.
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Merlin walked down one of the many corridors in the castle. The words he had told Gaius rang heavy in his mind. He paused and looked back in the direction he had come, the need to return to his own room and apologize to his old friend conflicting with the desire to see Arthur again. He hesitated for a short moment before continuing the rest of the way to the King’s chambers. He would apologize to Gaius tomorrow he reassured himself. With that new thought in his mind, he turned another corner and bumped into a female servant.
The buckets she carried fell to the floor in a heap around their feet and filled the quite corridor with clanging of wood and metal. “I am so sorry. I didn’t see you.” Merlin apologized kneeling to help her pick them up.
He was thankful that the buckets had been empty and handed them over to her. He bumped his head with hers when they both tried to get back up at the same time. “I’m sorry.” Merlin found himself apologizing for the second time. He rubbed his head and shot her a shy smile.
“It’s alright.” The female servant replied, her face turning a slight red a complete match to her red hair. She kept her eyes on the floor and nervously gripped the buckets. She retreated down the corridor with an even greater blush on her cheeks and a thank you.
Merlin smiled at her retreating figure and almost bumped into another female servant carrying more empty buckets. She was a bit older and gave him a simple nod as she walked passed him. He recognized both of them from the kitchens and had seen them around the castle many times before, but never near the King’s chambers.
He shook the feeling off and made his way to Arthur. He paused outside the door and debated whether to knock or not. Merlin sighed deeply and raised his hand to knock, Arthur’s whining on how he never knocked echoing in his mind. With his hand just above the wood, he heard a curse come from behind it.
“Dammit,” It was Arthur’s voice followed by a thump. Merlin rushed through the doors, knocking the last thing on his mind, and hurried inside.
Arthur stood next to the bath, a small pool of water near his feet and he continued to suck on his finger. He had dipped his finger to check the temperature of the water to only find the water still too hot. He had also dropped the bucket he had been holding with his other hand and made a mess of his trousers. He was about to reach for another bucket of cold water to pour into the bath when he heard Merlin clear his throat. The young King turned in the direction of the sound and was met with Merlin’s questioning eyes. He nudged the bucket behind him, muffling a curse as a splash of water landed on his boot.
“Merlin what are you doing here?” Arthur asked confused by Merlin’s presence. “I didn’t call for you.” He shifted his feet to hide the contents of the second bucket.
Merlin moved closer, his curiosity peeked at the scene of Arthur standing near a bath that Merlin had not prepared for him. “What are you doing?” He replied failing to answer the question the King had asked of him. “If you needed a bath I could have prepared it for you.” He added unable to hide the hint of sadness in his eyes at discovering Arthur didn’t need him.
“I thought it would be best to let you rest.” Arthur assured Merlin who wasn’t buying it and moved closer to him. Another trail of water splashed from the bucket as Merlin tried to see behind Arthur. “Dammit.” The young King cursed as the cold water spilled onto his boot again.
“I’m sorry I will go.” Merlin mistook Arthur’s reaction and tears welled up in his eyes. He made to move back out the room.
Arthur reached for him, grabbing him by the arm. He turned Merlin around and met his gaze, his desire to surprise Merlin with the perfumed bath no longer important. “Wait, I…this bath isn’t for me. It is for you.” The young King explained stepping aside and letting Merlin take a look at the other two buckets. One bucket held cold water and the other one was filled halfway with purple flower petals.
“You had it prepared for me?” Merlin looked up at his King, remembering the two maids he had seen carrying buckets and the blush one of them wore now making sense.
“Not exactly, I prepared it for you myself. Well everything except carrying the water back to the room. Do you have any idea how tiring that would be not to mention ridiculous?” Arthur stated lifting his chin up in a royal way. “And don’t get me started on how heavy the bath was to move.”
Merlin gave Arthur a mixed look that said both “I know” and “I don’t believe you” unable to accept that Arthur would be willing to prepare a bath for himself much less for a servant. He looked back at the steaming bath and the petals. The idea that it could be true stirred new feelings in his heart and he returned his wandering gaze to Arthur’s eyes searching for proof that he was lying.
“You know it surprises me how you manage it, with your scrawny arms and all.” Arthur teased letting go of Merlin’s arm and crossing his arms across his chest.
Merlin noticed the marks on Arthur’s hands, the same rough raw marks he got every time he prepared Arthur’s bath. “Has anyone ever told you that you can be quite the romantic when you want to be?” He teased back kissing Arthur and wrapping his arms around Arthur’s neck.
“I am always romantic. What nonsense are you going on about?” Arthur replied once they broke their kiss. “You should be more honored Merlin after all I am your King and your King just prepared you a hot bath to relax in.”
“I don’t think relaxing is what was on your mind when you prepared me my bath.” Merlin said pressing his body closer to Arthur and moving in for another kiss.
“I would have to agree with you on that one.” Arthur taunted meeting Merlin’s lips with ready lips. He deepened their kiss letting his hand trail to Merlin’s lower neck slipping under his blue handkerchief.
His body radiated with the need to feel Merlin’s warmth and he was soon tugging at his manservant’s purple shirt. He fumbled with the belt and fought another curse from falling escaping his lips as he broke the kiss to see what his fingers were desperately trying to undo. Merlin pushed his hands away and undid his belt letting it fall near their feet along with his handkerchief and shirt.
“I am really starting to hate that belt.” Arthur groaned into Merlin’s neck. He kissed the soft pale skin there and moved back to close the gap that had formed between their bodies.
Merlin grinned and moved his hands to the King’s own attire and started to undressed him, something that proved harder to do with Arthur’s hands all over his bare skin. It was his turn to fumble with Arthur’s belt and left it partly unclasped when Arthur’s hand slipped into his trousers. His warm hand made the heat around his shaft hotter and threatened to make Merlin come right then and there.
He clung to Arthur’s shirt feeling the firm chest underneath and his hands shook slightly with anticipation for what was to follow. “Arthur,” Merlin gasped, his eyes partly closed as Arthur’s hold tightened and moved up and down his fully hard cock.
Arthur said nothing. He continued to caress Merlin’s cock, flicking his thumb in a circular motion against the tip, his other hand touching every inch of flesh his eyes could see. The young King refused to let his manservant come just yet and when he sensed Merlin was very close to the edge he withdrew his hand. He pulled away, stepping back and eyeing the lustful look on his lover’s face. He removed his own trousers and the rest of his clothes, letting them fall to the floor with Merlin’s discarded clothes.
A moan reached his ears as he moved towards the bath, Merlin’s gaze burning at the back of his neck with greater intensity. Arthur poured the remaining two buckets into the bath, the cold water cooling it to the desired temperature. He turned around and was met with Merlin’s sweet lips on his. Arthur lost himself in the warmth of his beloved’s mouth. He shoved Merlin’s trousers off yanking his boots along with them and carried him into the bath.
Arthur lowered both of them into the warm water never letting their kiss break. He set himself into a sitting position and settled Merlin’s slim frame on top of him. Merlin pressed his legs on either side of him automatically rubbing against his body in response. Arthur moaned at the sensation of feeling the only naked body he ever wanted to touch up against him. He ended the kiss, reached for the bar of soap, and started to wash Merlin’s body trailing the soap down into the water. The bar was quickly forgotten. He grasped Merlin’s hard shaft, felt it throbbing against his hand, and started to jerk him off.
Merlin buckled forward. His forehead rested on Arthur’s chest and his cheeks turned redder against the warm water and the burning desire to feel all of Arthur deep inside him. He gasped and moaned, every movement against his tight flesh making that desire more unbearable. Merlin clung to Arthur’s arms and thrust his hips harder against his King, hinting at what he wanted, at what he needed and longed for. Arthur had become something his body craved and could not have enough of.
“Arthur,” Merlin moaned, this time his lover’s name sounding more as a plea. His blue eyes hazed over with undiluted passion as they searched Arthur’s equally dark ones.
Arthur stopped his movements, clasped Merlin’s hips and raised them, before guiding them back down. He entered Merlin with one hard thrust. His fully hard cock throbbed for release only Merlin could give him. He thrust again, moving deeper, taking his time all the while his eyes never left Merlin’s. A low moan met his ears as his thick shaft caressed against Merlin’s sensitive spot. The young King lost the desire to take it slow, Merlin’s moans breaking his reserve and he clung to Merlin’s hips as he moved his lover’s hips with a faster pace, every thrust harder and deeper than the previous one.
Merlin pressed Arthur’s back against the bath and moved his hips to match the pace Arthur sought. He tightened his grip on Arthur’s arms and parted his lips further in reaction to his rapid breathing. Arthur’s moans filled the room to mingle with Merlin’s own moans of pleasure and the young sorcerer was lost in the pure addiction of their love making. His body moved on its own meeting each thrust with equal velocity and his lips sought attention, his tongue greedily demanding to taste every crevice of his King’s mouth.
He moaned into Arthur’s mouth. He could feel Arthur deep inside him, stretching him, demanding his body to adjust to his size. Arthur thrust again and again and Merlin had to grip the edges of the bath to each side of Arthur to keep himself from slipping off. He tightened his legs around Arthur’s and moved his hip faster chasing the climax that shined brightly at the back of his closed eyes.
Water splashed against the edge of the bath and spilled to the floor, wetting their clothes and the floor around the bath. Merlin paid it little mind, he found it hard to concentrate on anything with Arthur pumping into him so hard. His hips ached at the roughness of it and against the fingernails digging into his soaked flesh. Merlin let go of the bath and wrapped an arm around Arthur’s neck. He trailed his free hand through his King’s blond hair ruffling it beyond disorder.
He could feel his climax coming. He was so close. “Arthur I’m going to…” Merlin could almost feel his body shake with it. He deepened his kiss and clung tighter, his own fingernails digging into Arthur’s collar bone and lower neck.
“Not yet Merlin, not yet,” Arthur groaned back, his voice deep and husky. “I want you to come with me.” He slowly raised Merlin off him, feeling Merlin tighten his grip on him fighting against the void that followed.
He turned Merlin around and repositioned himself to where he was sitting on his heels inside the bath. Before Merlin could protest with a moan he thrust back inside pressing his lover’s bottom against his hips. He wrapped his arms across Merlin’s smooth and firm chest and gripped each shoulder with growing need. Arthur nudged Merlin perfectly into his grasp and thrust deeper into him.
“Fuck, Merlin,” Arthur gasped for control and nibbled at Merlin’s ear. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want this to ever stop.” He was slipping, Merlin made him want to come the moment he entered him and every thrust was complete bliss and torture.
Merlin pushed his back against Arthur’s chest and tilted his head to the side. “Arthur I love you.” He kissed Arthur and tugged at his royal locks pressing his hips harder and faster against his King. “I love you...”He gasped again when their kiss broke with the purpose to allow them air. He tightened his entrance and crossed his arms against his own chest clinging to Arthur’s arms, fighting back his own climax.
Arthur shoved Merlin towards the bath’s edge bringing them both to their knees and thrust with all his strength. He kept one hand on Merlin’s chest to ensure he didn’t rub against the bath and repeat the incident from the past. Arthur kissed a trail on Merlin’s back, biting into the nap of his neck and increased his thrusts. He rested his now damp hair in between Merlin’s shoulder blades and tightened his grip on his lover.
The young King was causing all sorts of sensations to spread throughout Merlin’s body. The young sorcerer found himself engulfed in the too familiar warmth that had first emerged last night. He closed his eyes against his magic and gripped the bath’s edge once more. He pushed it back and almost succeeded. Arthur’s hand encircled around his cock and pumped it with gentle but steady jerks. The little control he had managed to collect vanished with the warmth that Arthur caused against his hot skin.
Arthur thrust harder against Merlin, increasing his caresses on Merlin’s cock. He longed to make Merlin crazy with lust, passion, and desire. He longed to make Merlin yearn for every touch, every thrust more than the last. One more thrust and Arthur started to feel warmth like no other, warmth he had never felt spread from his lower stomach and spread through his entire body. He gripped the edge of the bath, covering Merlin’s hands under his. He thrust once, pulled partly out, and then thrust back in.
Merlin moaned and gasped, his limit reached. His eyes flashed their golden hue and his fingers started to emit the same golden trails of magic, their revelation of him having magic safely hidden under Arthur’s hands. He clung to the bath’s edge harder as Arthur thrust one final time into him. A crack in the wood got lost under their rapid gasps as they came together.
Both clung for normalcy and tried to bring their breathing back to normal, neither ready to leave the bath or each other’s embrace. Arthur moved back first and rested against the other edge of the bath, the realization of the warmth he had felt quickly dissolving with the growing need to make love to Merlin again. His eyes wandered over Merlin’s entire back and to the rest of his naked body still mostly visible under the water and flower petals.
“I suppose I ruined your bath.” Arthur teased pulling Merlin in for another kiss.
“I wouldn’t say it was ruined per say.” Merlin teased back between kisses. “If all my baths were like this I fear I would never leave my room.”
“Merlin,” Arthur moved to stand. “No one likes a cheeky servant.” He couldn’t help to tease one more time.
Merlin smiled at him sheepishly and laid a peck on Arthur’s lips. “Well no one likes a prat for a King.” He smiled wider into the kiss teasing back and getting out of the bath. He reached for his clothes.
Arthur followed him out of the bath and reached for Merlin. He kissed him deeply pressing their naked wet bodies closer together. He ran a hand down Merlin’s face and caressed his swollen lips with his thumb. Without any need for exchanged words they moved to the bed. Merlin lay on the bed, the sheets damping underneath him with the water still clinging to every curve of his body. Arthur joined him, moving above him and resting his legs in between Merlin’s.
Their eyes exchanged the words that weren’t spoken and their bodies fell into the desired rhythm. Their hands caressed each other’s skin, their lips pressed greedily in union, and their passion ignited even stronger bringing with it their need for release. Arthur reached for the ring clinging to Merlin’s naked chest. His fingers tenderly grazed its golden trims before caressing the necklace and skin underneath it.
A moan escaped Merlin’s lips and Arthur moved further against his manservant pressing his hips against Merlin’s. Merlin kissed Arthur again, the need to make love with his beloved growing unbearable by each second passed, by each delicious taste. He deepened their kiss. Arthur pressed his chest fully against Merlin’s, the chain and ring radiated, the golden glimmer lost under Arthur’s embrace and once more left unnoticed.
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Author's notes:
Ok now that you are all still mesmerized with the sexiness that is Arthur and Merlin let me just say real quick that writer's block is a major pain. I have dealt with writer's block before, but for a different reason. This time I shoved myself into a corner on my own. I was going to concentrate on writing the rest of Bitten Bound for Nanowrimo. Decided to work onUnraveled Destiny instead due to all the wonderful feedback and amazing support I have gotten. Mix in the stress I was having with the plot development in the first two scenes, the choice of Morgana's alley, and I went blank. Until last night I was able to finish it. Hope you all forgive me and were still able to enjoy this steamy chapter.