Chapter 1

A/N This was originally meant to be a Gwaine/Merlin fic, in which Gwaine rescues Merlin from the evil clutches of the evil Prince. But then after writing the first chapter I became kind of depressed at my own evilness and I'm not sure whether to continue.

Merlin was in Arthur's room setting the table when he heard the firm footsteps approaching down the corridor. His heart contracted once in fear and he got an urgent feeling of nausea, but he took in a deep breath and willed himself to be calm. When Arthur entered he took a step away from the pristine table and bowed at Arthur.

Arthur stepped in without saying a word and only threw one fleeting glance at Merlin before sitting down to eat. He attacked his food with the ferocity of a wolf, after a long day of training he was hungry as hell. Usually after a long day of training food wasn't the only thing Arthur was hungry for. So Merlin stood aside trying to be quiet as a mouse and not attract any attention to himself, and silently praying that Arthur won't ask him to stay. Not tonight, not after what he did to him last night.

Merlin rubbed his right wrist absentmindedly while he thought about it, once he realised what he was doing, he quickly let go of his hand and clenched them behind his back. It would not be a good idea for Arthur to see Merlin being "unthankful", as he put it.

As Arthur was devouring his food, and gulping down a large portion of wine, Merlin contemplated how he ended up in this position. When he first became Arthur's servant, he liked Arthur. Sure, he was an ass, always arrogant and completely irritating, but Merlin thought he was a good prince; he seemed to care deeply for his people. Merlin even started having some affection for him; he could now see it was just a childish crush.

When Arthur asked him to stay that first time, he felt a flutter of excitement at the prospect, he even felt hopeful and flattered. How stupid he was to expect love from such a man.

"Merlin" Arthur roared and Merlin jumped from his place to clear the table. He felt his heart speeding up with anticipation, wondering if he'll he ask or not. As he put the last plate on the tray he heard Arthur call out again.

He turned around to see Arthur naked in front of the bed, lazily stroking his already semi-hard cock. Merlin felt his heart leap into a bottomless pit. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes as wide as he could to stop himself from crying.

Arthur motioned with his hand that Merlin should kneel in front of him. Merlin obliged without hesitation, he could not afford to have any more bruises.

As he found himself face to face with Arthur's crotch the latter removed his hand and grazed Merlin lightly on the head. He tentatively took Arthur's cock in his mouth and heard the prince let out a moan. It was a good sign, if Arthur was happy, then he would be relatively nice, though that rule wasn't always true of course.

Merlin focused on tending to Arthur's needs as he always did, he sucked diligently, his tongue lapping around with a lot of ardour, his hands moved to cup Arthur's balls, like he knew Arthur liked. He went on to massage them lightly while he kept sucking Arthur's hard erection. His tongue was licking along the entire length and sucking on the head. He could feel Arthur growing harder and larger in his mouth. Arthur was breathing heavily above him. Suddenly, Arthur's hand roughly grabbed his hair, and took control of his head. Merlin tried to relax, he knew what was coming and he didn't want to make it worse for himself.

Arthur started fucking his mouth roughly, keeping his head in place by holding his hair painfully. Merlin tried to concentrate on relaxing his throat while at the same time remembering to massage his Majesty's balls. Arthur was groaning loudly and thrusting his dick in and out of Merlin's mouth until his rhythm became distorted and with a groan he came. Merlin fought his gag reflex and swallowed every last drop of Arthur's cum. He then gently released his balls.

Arthur stepped away and let out a satisfied sigh. He then went to put on his night pants, "That's it for tonight" he finally said. Merlin felt a tonne of weight fall of his shoulders, he got off light tonight. He hurried to get up and get to the door when Arthur called his name again. He felt his whole composure shrink and collapse upon itself.

"You forgot the tray" Arthur added, in a dispassionate tone. Merlin sighed with relief; he grabbed the tray and rushed out, gently closing the door behind him. Only once the door was fully closed could he let himself unwind and let the tears fall freely. He gave himself a moment to cry, about the injustice of his situation and the pain that Arthur was causing him. And then taking one more breath he went on to dispose of Arthur's tray.

A/N Well there you go. Please review, and let me know if you'd like to read more or not.