Gold Hair

by Otempora42

Uther is half-convinced that what he's doing isn't wrong. He's half-convinced that he can find Igraine in his son. Uther/Arthur, slash, implied non-con, incest, May/December. Oneshot.

Apparently, if I write one more fic involving an old man and a young person, I get my very own handbasket for the journey to hell.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

Gold Hair

Gold hair. Gold like the corn in summer, gold like the sun.

Gold hair like Igraine's.

Uther hates himself, sometimes, for doing this to Arthur. At first, it was a one-time affair. Uther had commanded Arthur to kneel, and Arthur had knelt. And then he made Arthur bend over. Surely the boy had to know what would happen. Surely Arthur had consented.

There was nothing wrong in what Uther was doing, he convinced himself. When he took Arthur, made him submit, made him scream -- it was no different from what his father had done to him. Uther was aware of the laws and the convention, but somehow it ceased to matter.

Because when Uther forced himself on Arthur, he could think of Igraine. Igraine, the most beautiful woman in Camelot, with soft hands and kind eyes and laughter and love. The woman that Arthur had taken from him.

They looked so much alike.