PAIRING: Merlin/Arthur from the Television Series: Merlin.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the TV Series. I am not making any money. This is for entertainment only. This did not happen. This story is slash fan-fiction. Slash means that the main characters are Gay. If you don't like this sort of story, don't read.
SUMMARY: Rating MA. Angst/Humor Romance/Danger Merlin is body swapped to a future Merlin from a different world. Can he get back to Camelot or will Future Prince Merlin from another Timeline drive Arthur mad? Will Merlin be able to figure out how a toaster works?
RATING: MA
AUTHOR: Rufferto9 (rufferto9 )
CHAPTER :1 of 10
A TERRIBLE MORNING
Light filtered in through the curtains of his bedroom and eventually roused him to the land of the living. His eyes fluttered open and Merlin yawned and stretched. His body, he supposed, could use several days of rest, after the rather pleasant things he and Arthur were up to the previous night. He was so tired and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Your breakfast is ready, your highness." A pleasant young man in black and red tapped his shoulder gently.
"Thank you." Merlin murmured, still groggy from sleep.
Wait. What.
Merlin's eyes shot open and he sat up suddenly.
Everything was foreign, everything! He had a headache simply from the air and what was that annoying sound. It was a hum.
The servant went around the room to open his curtains ... good god that window was huge! It seemed like the servant was opening it with some form of magic. His window overlooked clouds, apparently. He began to feel dizzy and his stomach churned.
"Where is Arthur?" Merlin demanded as he reached out to grab the young man with a terribly fierce look in his eyes.
"Arthur, sire?" The young man squawked in surprise.
No No No
This was a dream. Wake up Merlin!
He immediately let the man go. "Leave me!" He practically shouted. Confused and concerned, the servant scurried away to let him absorb the nightmare he was in. He tried speaking some magical words but nothing happened. He tried moving an object but nothing happened. What was worse, the last thing he remembered was Arthur kissing his forehead as they both drifted to sleep and nothing else.
He prowled around the room. He was wearing some really odd under-things. A shirt without sleeves that clung to his torso and a pair of... very tight... well they could possibly be undergarments of a kind he supposed. He picked up things here and there and nearly jumped when he pressed something and abdominally loud music thundered in the air. Merlin yelped and pressed every button he could to get the thing to turn off. Finally, it did.
His breakfast was set in delicate china. It was carefully designed and had the crest of a dragon on it. Not Pendragon's dragon but something else. It was familiar and yet not. It looked like pastries, possibly some milk, sausages and scrambled eggs, crunchy things and tea. It smelled pretty good but he couldn't think about food right now. He knew he wasn't in a castle, he couldn't be. The walls were not stone and everything seemed to be muted colors. Black, white, blue...
Where was he! Merlin gave a small noise of frustration. No magic was going to make this extremely difficult.
Arthur yawned and sighed. Why couldn't anything ever be simple? He looked at the outline of his lover and smiled. Perhaps it was time to wake up his manservant. After all, it was about to be dawn and he would have work to do. "Merlin?" He whispered heavily and began to trail his fingers down the soft flesh he loved. "Nearly dawn. How come I'm awake before you?" He knew the reason of course. He was young and full of energy. Sex was on his mind nearly all the time, that's what had landed Merlin in his bed after all. Sex and this wonderful feeling that filled him from his toes to his brain. It wasn't hard to love Merlin once he let himself. It wasn't hard at all.
When Merlin didn't stir he grinned to himself. There was more than one way to wake him up. He started to touch a certain part of his lover that always resulted in the most intoxicating sounds he'd ever heard. He smiled when said part became rather alert to his attentions and he moved on top of Merlin. "Come on, sleepyhead." He encouraged as he kissed his lover hungrily. "I want you."
Merlin's eyes flew open and there was a sharp yelp. He pressed his hands on Arthur's chest defensively and attempted to bite him in order to stop the kiss. He roughly shoved him when that only seemed to turn Arthur on. "Get off me!" He yelled. "Guards!"
Arthur was too surprised to react at first, but Merlin's yelling had him grapple the younger man and put a hand over his mouth. "Shut up, what the hell is wrong with you?! We don't want guards in here."
Merlin struggled under Arthur and seemed to be genuinely affronted. His eyes searched frantically around the room, confused and scared. It tugged at Arthur's heart and he slowly withdrew his hand.
"Easy now... no more screaming, it's just me. It's Arthur."
"Just who the hell do you think you are?" Merlin's eyes were full of a proud fury that Arthur had never seen before. It was kind of hot. "How dare you touch a Prince without leave! I didn't order any whores. Let me go!"
Arthur's eyes narrowed at the word. Something was really wrong. Letting Merlin go was not going to happen. He had the other man in a grapple lock. " . .me?" Arthur's fury threatened to overwhelm him. He'd never thought he'd ever hear such words from Merlin's lips. Merlin was innocent of such things.
"Well, you ARE a whore aren't you or you wouldn't be touching me, or perhaps you are an idiot too? Why else would you be here?" Merlin wondered haughtily. The young man's eyes snapped with fury as he looked around the room. "This is not my room. Where am I? Have you kidnapped me? I demand to know! What do you want? Money? Name your price!"
Arthur had never seen Merlin like this. Maybe he had drunk something? A spell gone wrong? Arthur rubbed his neck in confusion and wiped the trickle of blood from his lip where Merlin had bit him. Merlin who had never used that kind of force before. "Merlin..."
"That's Prince to you." Merlin snapped hotly.
Arthur tried very hard not to laugh and failed. "W-what..."
And Merlin used that opportunity to get out from the grapple hold and decked him. *Decked him!*
Damn, it had hurt. When did Merlin learn how to throw a punch like that?
That settled that. He had only one option left. He couldn't have Merlin running about in this state. "I'm sorry." Arthur whispered softly and proceeded to knock his lover out in one blow. He looked down at the naked body on his bed and couldn't understand what had just happened. He'd have to figure out how to deal with it and that meant he would have to get Gaius. He found some clothes and dressed Merlin into them then found some rope and tied Merlin up and gagged him. It was the only thing he could think of. He kissed the top of Merlin's head. "I'll be back really soon. Hopefully you'll be sane again after that blow." He rubbed his own jaw and forced away the pain that thudded at his heart. What if his Merlin was truly gone and this temporary insanity didn't last.
He buckled on his belt and ran a hand through his hair to straighten it. "Gaius!" He locked the door to his room and told a guard. "Do not let him out. No matter what! And do not let anyone in!"
The guard stared at the Prince in confusion and nodded. "Yes, sire." It was barely dawn and already the castle was insane. He wondered for a moment if he had the right job.
Arthur clapped the man on the shoulder and started to run. It was barely dawn and as far as he was concerned there was no time to lose. This sort of spell has time limits, or so he has heard. Time limits that could make them permanent! He couldn't lose Merlin! Not after all they had been through to get to this point!
"Gaius!" He pounded on the physician's door desperately. "Wake up old man! I know you're in there!"
Good grief. Gaius opened his eyes to the pounding. He was still in his night shirt as he opened the door. "Some of us actually sleep to reasonable hours, your Highness." He muttered darkly. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"Gaius, something terrible has happened! Merlin's lost his mind."
"I regret that you will have to be more specific." Gaius huffed. "A clear head has never been Merlin's forte."
Arthur's look made him take pity on the poor Prince and Gaius went to get dressed resignedly.
Merlin had spent a few moments trying to get his head around what had happened. Clearly he was somewhere else and he was someone else too. Someone very important by the looks of it for it appeared he was in some kind of suite and it was extremely extravagant.
It was filled with all kinds of things he'd never seen before, magical devices perhaps and a box that kept food cold. He felt naked without his magic and he was determined not to lose his sanity. Breathe, Merlin. He had eaten the food and found it was delicious. There was a section of the suite where the icebox was that had other dried food and curious snacks. He found himself wondering what a Gummy Bear was and being simply delighted at the taste. As he sucked on one he thought about how he was going to figure things out here.
The language was similar to Camelot and he knew he was definitely not in Camelot. He was in a place called London and the year was 2015. He had not read any books yet but he did see some things strewn around that he would need to look at when he was ready to accept his situation.
The clothing was very fine, soft cotton of some kind. He had already found something to wear. It had three pieces to it and he had flipped through some of the magazines already. It was called a suit. He'd also figured out that there was running water in this place and managed to work the shower. He would approach the rest of the day with a clear head and try and figure out exactly what happened and how to undo it.
His mind drifted back to Arthur and he smiled as he held that image in his head. He hoped that Arthur would be able to handle it well. Then he sighed and remembered Arthur's temperament. This was not going to go well.
"Don't worry Arthur." He whispered softly as he looked out the window. "I'll come back to you. Hang in there. Don't kill me."
One thing that he could appreciate his body was certainly different here. He still had the same facial features but his body was toned and sharp. He had muscles. He flexed his arm a little bit and smirked. He felt that he could even give Arthur a run for his money with these. He looked at all the reading material he had gathered and decided it was time to find out more about who this person was and how he could use it to his advantage.
He was apparently powerful and very rich, currently living in a high-rise penthouse in the middle of the city called London. There were many new things in the apartment to learn how to use and he was sure he could manage it. He had learned to work the shower and the toilet. What a wonderful invention, the toilet. So clean! He had already spent a couple of hours on it.
Throughout the morning he had already managed to get through all the emotions and now there was nothing for it but to get through it. At some point the servant had come in, cleaned up his meal quietly and asked him if there was anything else he required that day. Merlin told him no and was left alone. He didn't want to talk to anyone until he knew more about this Prince Merlin of London and time period.
TBC