The Rusting of a Coin, fic
The Rusting of a Coin
“…I’d do anything for you,” replied Merlin warily. Arthur had a gleam in his eye that reminded Merlin of the killer in Arthur that he had only seen on the battlefield. But this look paled in comparison to simple death.
“But,” he repeated with a sickening smile, “are you mine?” He punctuated each word with a footstep towards Merlin, crowding him into the corner of Arthur’s bedchamber. “I mean, since this… revelation, don’t you think you owe me something? To demonstrate loyalty, that is.”
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The arrow hovered in front of Arthur’s face. He was surprised not to be dead since he hadn’t moved after killing the first thief with his red encrusted sword.
Everything, even the man with the crossbow, stopped.
Merlin stood there and, with his eyes ablaze, let the arrow drop to the ground incomplete. Arthur swung his gaze to Merlin with a look of disgust that was tinged with disbelief.
Finally Arthur flicked his sword in the other thief’s direction, and the man took off running. Arthur didn’t care for a chase after his long hunt, so he just stood, eyes glued on Merlin bedraggled frame.
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“I have saved your life! Multiple times!” Merlin said, raising his voice in equal parts vehemence and fear.
Apparently yelling at the crazed man was the wrong thing to do; Arthur pushed Merlin even farther into the unrelenting stone.
“Don’t raise your voice to me, sorcerer. I could have you executed like that,” he hissed in Merlin’s face with a snap of his fingers. “And to be honest I would have already, but I’ve come up with another use for you. I think you will find it most enjoyable.”
Arthur pushed his whole body flush to Merlin’s and he felt every inch of him through his clothes. His neckerchief was torn from his neck dragging out a bewildered yowl as Arthur bit at the red welt that grew on his pale, unblemished skin. After drawing blood, Merlin was pleading for him to “just stop” and “Arthur, please” and just a little of “God no, you can’t”. Arthur took his blood covered tongue from the man-made neck wound and thrust it into Merlin’s pink and supple mouth. He moaned so prettily.
Merlin couldn’t do anything; he knew a display of dominance when he saw one. The only way he was going to survive in Camelot long enough to complete his destiny was to let this happen. Not to say that Merlin hadn’t though of Arthur like this, but where he had always imagined gentle caresses and sweet swipes of tongues, he got rough jerks and blood raising teeth.
Tearing off both of their clothes, Arthur jostled Merlin onto his bed with little care. Merlin’s knees had just touched the bed when Arthur pushed two fingers into his virgin hole. Merlin hollered in pain - he had never felt something so horrible: a ripping tear in his body.
With spit and blood as his only lubrication, Arthur sheathed himself inside of the tight channel in front of him with so much force Merlin’s head was knocked into the bed’s headboard leaving him dazed. Arthur cried out, “Tell me how much you want this. Tell me.”
Merlin sobbed, “Please Arthur, stop! God stop! It hurts. No. Arthur, stop.” The last came out as a whimper. Nothing more than a plea to a dead man.
When Arthur finished and laced up his trousers, Merlin was left in the center of Arthur’s bed shaking. Whether with fear, self-disgust, or pain, Arthur didn’t notice; for his head was turned looking away in revulsion. Merlin was his now, though; he was marked from the inside out.
God, there was so much pain. Rusted blood flowed freely from Merlin onto Arthur’s crimson sheets. He was shaking with disgust, but not at Arthur, never at Arthur. Although he thought the pain was all encompassing, he was lying on something sticky - his seed.
“Merlin, clean yourself up. I want a bath and obviously, clean sheets. Look what you have done to these! You really are useless!” Arthur bantered as if he hadn’t just ripped his servant and his servant’s life wide open.
Merlin had to get out; he pulled enough of himself together to sort out Arthur’s needs, although he could barely see through the haze of pain. It was his destiny after all, even if that destiny was forever tainted.
They never discussed the events of that night. Later when it happened again, Merlin decided that he wanted it. How could he not? This was the other side of his rusted coin.
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