Hello!
So, as requested here is the 'Merlin is a porn star' story that some of you voted for on my profile page.
Thank you for those that voted and I hope you enjoy it.
I'm little unsure about what I think of this story so please, pretty please if you respect the work that authors do for their readers leave a review telling me what you think!
As always, I don't own any of the characters or anything Merlin related. (Unfortunately)
WARNINGS: This is M/M Slash story that has man on man sexy times in it. If you do not like this, then please leave now before there's too much dick clashing to handle.
There is also, OOC for all the characters that are from Merlin, for obvious reasons.
Also I don't live in the UK and I've never been there so if there is anything geographically or financially incorrect I apologise but I can't be arsed doing any proper research.
SO! Enough from me, I now present to you...
Past Indiscretions
Merlin Emrys was a London local. He had lived there his entire life and found it amazing that he was now currently lost, somewhere in the business district.
True, he had never had much reason to ever visit this part of his home city but still, he'd been living and breathing London for 23 years and honestly couldn't have anticipated he'd ever get lost in it, but here he was walking aimlessly like a tourist in an attempt to find something, anything he recognised.
In the space of the hour that he'd been lost Merlin had stepped in gum; stepped in a meat pie and had hot coffee spilt over him by some blonde business man who couldn't walk and read at the same time. The man had stopped only for a moment for yell at Merlin.
"Watch where you're walking"
Merlin gaped at the young man, watch where he was walking? Was the guy blind?
"Excuse me!" Merlin replied in an astonished tone.
"Sorry, I said watch where you are walking" the arse replied condescendingly before muttering "idiot" under his breath.
Merlin promptly called him a prat, loudly, in return before storming off in the opposite direction. Merlin's thoughts turned to satisfying revenge as he continued to look for the building he had been searching for all morning.
Another 25 minutes passed before Merlin finally decided to swallow his pride and ask someone for directions. He headed towards the nearest building, a five-story metallic establishment called Pendragon Attorneys indicated by a large sign across the top of the building. He was about to step through the double doors when he was knocked over by a black-clad man running from the building. God, today is just shaping up to be bloody fantastic Merlin thought sarcastically as he lay flat on his arse on the cold concrete.
As he stood up and brushed himself off he noticed that the man that had knocked him over had dropped some sort of document bag. He picked it up and brought it with him through the door, he figured someone here would know who it belonged to but before he could approach the receptionist to hand it in or to ask for directions he was stopped by a very well dressed, middle aged man.
"Oh thank god! How did you stop him?"
Merlin was confused, "Pardon?"
"The man who stole those files"
Ah, the document carrier!...was stolenMerlin realised.
"Ah, I just did?" He answered with a sheepish grin as he handed the black folder back to the man.
"Well thank you, this contains some very important papers vital to a case my son is working on. Oh how rude of me" the well dressed man held out his hand to Merlin, "my name is Uther Pendragon"
"Oh, like the name on the building?"
Uther chuckled, "One and the same"
"Ok, well nice to meet you, I'm Merlin Emrys" he stated as he shook the others hand.
"Tell me Merlin, why were you coming into this building, in the first place, before stopping that thief?" Uther questioned.
"Ah, I was going to ask for directions," he paused as he pulled out a rumpled piece of paper from his pocket, "to this address for Mordred Employment Opportunities."
"So you're looking for a job?"
"Well, yes" Merlin was confused as to why this man was so interested in him.
"It just so happens we have an excellent job opening here, very well paid and very sort after. I think you would be perfect for the position!" Uther beamed at Merlin.
"What exactly is the job, if you don't mind" he asked, a little sceptical.
"Personal assistant, to my son Arthur"
"All due respect, Mr Pendragon, I don't actually have an experience with, well anything like that and I'm certain I am completely under qualified."
Uthur asked the girl at the front desk to page his son and ask him to come down to the lobby.
"Nonsense Merlin, can you answer a phone?"
"Of course"
"Can you use a computer?"
"Yes"
"Then anything else you need to know you will be taught, I insist you take the position in thanks for saving a case worth millions"
Merlin was going to argue but then again, he did need a job and Uthur had said it was well paid, so he just shut his mouth.
Then again, maybe his decision to stop arguing came too soon as he saw the blonde prat that spilled coffee on him earlier in the day walk out of the elevators and stand next to Uthur Pendragon.
"You!" the prat stated as he saw Merlin.
"You!" Merlin spat back.
"I take it you've met" Uthur said warily.
"Not really, he walked into me this morning on my way to court and made me spill coffee all over myself." Arthur explained in a sour tone.
"Me! You were the one that wasn't watching where they were walking. You were reading the bloody newspaper!"
"Shut up both of you!" Uthur commanded, "Since formal introductions were neglected at your first meeting, allow me. Merlin, this is my son Arthur. Arthur, this is your new personal assistant, Merlin."
"You can't be serious!" Arthur exclaimed, dumbfounded, "the man is a bumbling idiot"
"And you are a pompous arse!" Merlin retorted.
Uthur smiled, they'd learn to get along. They had to; because he certainly wasn't allowing another blonde, large breasted bimbo to be his son's personal assistant. They were annoying, stupid and usually only last a few months before being fired. Hopefully this Merlin would be good for Arthur, bring his ego down a few notches and perhaps even be a good personal assistant.
"I will not have him as my personal assistant, I should be the one to choose who fills that spot not you!" Arthur said to his father fiercely through gritted teeth.
"And I have even less desire to work for you" stated Merlin.
Uthur sighed, "Arthur, I'm sick of your usual choices for personal assistants, they're incompetent and they never last long which costs the company an exorbitant amount of money with the repeated expense of having to train a new one every couple of months. Merlin here saved the Henderson case for you by stopping the man that stole your documents, thus proving already to be the best personal assistant you've ever had!"
"But you heard him, he doesn't want the job!" Arthur protested
Uthur said nothing, but turned to Merlin, "The pay is £40 000 a year, can you put up with him for that much?"
Merlin paused for a second before nodding enthusiastically. That was a large pay cut from his last (and only) job but so much more than he was expecting now that he was on the straight and narrow. He wouldn't even have to move out of his rather lovely apartment with this kind of salary or give up his lavish lifestyle. Merlin decided he could put up with a spoiled prat like Arthur for the reward of keeping his life the way he liked it.
"Good, well it's settled then. Arthur please give Merlin a tour of the building before getting Gwen to grab all his details."
"Yes father" Arthur sighed
"Merlin you start Monday, and welcome aboard!" Uthur said with a wave before stepping into the elevator and disappearing to the floors above.
The two men stood in the lobby in absolute silence. The tension and hostility recognisably by everyone in the vicinity. Arthur finally accepted there was no way out of this, for now, so he huffed in one last breath of annoyance before turning to his new employee.
"Well I suppose we'd best get on with it." He stated as he started walking, expecting Merlin to follow like some sort of servant.
Merlin shook his head and thought Pity the man is has such a large stick up his arse. He is, unfortunately, strikingly gorgeousbefore indeed following Arthur.
The 27 year old blonde lawyer showed Merlin around the lobby and introduced him to various employees he would interact with whilst working at the company. He took him through each floor before finally reaching the fourth level where his offices were located.
"This will be your office that you share with Gaius, my legal secretary. He's a bit of a cranky old sod but he knows his stuff and mostly keeps to himself doing research for my cases."
Merlin looked around the room; it was quite large and decorated with art pieces, probably all originals considering the wealth of the lawyers and clientele. His desk was huge and the computer chair looked comfortable enough to sleep in.
He was quickly swept out of the room and shown Arthur's' personal office that was beautifully decorated with mahogany furniture. It looked like it could be someone's apartment with all the personal effects scattered everywhere; it even had a private bathroom and walk-in wardrobe.
Again ushered out and lead down a hall, the unlikely pair stopped outside an open doored office in which a beautiful dark haired woman sat typing at her desk.
Arthur knocked politely before walking in, "Ah, I was hoping you'd be in Morgana. I'd like to introduce you to my new personal assistant, this is Merlin. And Merlin this is Morgana my step sister and… well what exactly is it that you do around here anyway?"
"Nice to meet you Merlin, and I'm in charge of public relations for the firm… basically it's my job to make these lawyers look like human beings" she said smirking at Arthur.
She was feisty and took no prisoners, Merlin liked her already.
Arthur had routinely insulted Morgana in return and was about to continue the tour when a charming caramel skinned girl shuffled through the door. She walked straight over to Morgana's desk with her head slightly down.
"Merlin, this is my personal assistant Gwen. And Gwen this is Arthur's new male PA Merlin."
The girl stepped forward and offered a hesitant hand for shaking. Merlin immediately took it, "It's lovely to meet you," he said before dropping her hand. Gwen replied similarly in a hushed voice before Arthur took Merlin by the shoulders and steered him out of the room.
The rest of the tour was done in record time and before he knew it Merlin was been escorted back to the lobby by a relieved looking Arthur and being told he was to be back by 9:00am Monday and to bring back a pile of paperwork that he had to fill out over the weekend.
The weekend came and Merlin spent the days thinking, fretting and fussing about his new job. On Saturday he went shopping for work clothes as, well the clothes (or there lack of) he used in his old line of work where not exactly appropriate. He unloaded £400 on new clothes, a few Hugo Boss dress shirts and Calvin Klein trousers. Merlin admitted he needed a new wardrobe and this job was the perfect excuse to go shopping, and even if he got fired in a few weeks (which he figured was probable) he was equipped with some snazzy professional attire for future interviews and employment.
Saturday night was spent clubbing, despite all the negatives of the activity, he absolutely loved it. The way everyone in the room seemed to move in unison, the heat, the musky smell of sweat as half naked men writhed and grinded against each other all thumping in time with the music. He went home alone that night, as he had done every Saturday night since he quit his previous job. Not that he didn't have any offers, plenty in fact but that morally ambiguous part of his life was over now. No more seedy (albeit hot) one night stands, no more drugs (he'd come to like ecstasy a little too much and decided adamantly to put a stop to it before it became a problem) and no more getting paid money to have sex.
He wasn't a prostitute, he'd never have sunk so low to let creepy, ugly old guys fawn over his body for money, no he'd gone a step up to pornography. Plus the money was way better. He'd liked his job for the most part, the guys were pretty hot, the sex was always good and he only accepted 'roles' as he wanted them. Besides, it wasn't as if he had any family, apart from his mother, to discover his rather promiscuous profession and he was pretty sure she wasn't going to be watching hardcore gay porn anytime soon.
It was a good job to have as young man trying to get the most out of life but there came a point where all the sex, the fake panting and moaning, left him empty. There was no love in it and he knew that made him sound girly but damnit! He'd fucked enough men by now to know that that was all it was. No coming home to kisses or a lovingly cooked meal, no going out to romantic dinners or any of that cliché crap that he used to hate so much. Merlin realised he was still young and the thought of settling down now was just silly but he really wouldn't mind actually dating someone before having sex with them for once. Was that really too much to ask?
Sunday came, without a hangover for once, and Merlin decided to do a bit of spring cleaning (despite it being October.) He cleaned out his wardrobe and discarded many outfits only suitable for his old job, really when was honestly going to need assless leather chaps again? He chucked out any movie posters starring himself, and deleted the phone numbers of all his industry contacts from his phone and digital address book. He threw away most of his sex toys, leaving just a couple for personal use as well as some lube and condoms because, there was no use in being naïve – Merlin loved sex, and he was going to have it again one day and it was best to be prepared.
Soon pretty much all the memorabilia of his previous life was being held prisoner in large black rubbish bags and as Merlin made his way over to his DVD rack to finish the job, he halted. He had purposefully acquired a copy of every single title he'd completed throughout his 5-year stint in the business…he just couldn't bring himself to throw those away. Afterall, whilst he may be moving on from his past it was exactly that, his past – a part of his life that will always be there no matter what so there was no use in denying or ignoring it. So he left the DVD's as the sole reminder of the past 5 years of his life, besides his future husband might want to see them one day…
Arthur's weekend differed quite dramatically from Merlin's. Saturday he went into work til noon then attended some fundraiser of which didn't actually know the cause. Afterwards he headed home and had a quiet dinner in front of the TV with his dog, a 6-month-old beagle named Glowstick, and his favourite movie – Monty Pythons' The Holy Grail. He ate, he drank, he laughed. On the outside he seemed alright but getting a little drunk by yourself at home on a Saturday night was quite pathetic and lonely in his opinion. Yet, every Saturday night would be similar and come Sunday morning Arthur made a pledge to change his life. He told himself that next weekend he'd go out, meet some people and maybe even bring someone home with him. He vowed to get in touch with some of his old University mates and meet up for a drink. However, like most of Arthurs attempts at a social life, the plan always gets sidelined by work, whether deliberately or not.
After dragging his arse out of bed and having his usual Sunday breakfast of bacon, eggs, thick toast, chipolata sausages and hash browns served with tomato gravy he set about his usual Sunday routine. He cleaned his apartment, he was rich and could surely afford a maid but he hated having someone he barely knew riffling through his things. So instead he spent his Sundays cleaning – first his bedroom, which barely needed it as Arthur was foremost a neat freak. Second he cleaned his ensuite bathroom. Then the kitchen and finally the living area. The remaining 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms, study, library and balcony never really needed cleaning as he was only ever used four rooms in his beautiful penthouse apartment. It had been a rather unexpected present from his father, given to him upon graduating law school at the top of his class.
One o'clock came and he took his dog, Glowstick, for a walk before then going to the gym for a rigorous workout. He loved the gym for so many reasons, the great things it did to his body and mind, the ego boosting lustful glances he received from both sexes and the companionship he got from some of the other regular gym goers he was friendly with, all in all the gym was his second favourite place to be, other than work.
Before Arthur knew it the time had reached five o'clock and he was forced to leave his sanctuary to go home and get ready before meeting his father at the 'family' mansion for dinner. It would just be him and his father; there was no one else.
So much for family dinners Arthur thought to himself as he stepped through the door of the huge Victorian era house.
The night followed precisely the usual weekly routine. Arrival at 6:30pm, drinks in the parlour until dinner was served at 7:00pm. Dinner conversation consisted about pleasant things like work, Arthur's puppy and, unfortunately, his new personal assistant.
"So Arthur, are you seeing anyone?" Uthur asked his son somewhat suspiciously.
"No, father. There's no one"
"Hmm, there never does seem to be"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Did you know that of all the times you've come to dinner you have not once answered yes to that question, meaning you haven't had a relationship well, ever"
"I'm not exactly the dating type, besides I don't have time for it"
"You can't know if you don't have time if you've never tried… Arthur, you're 27 now, and I'm not saying it's time to settle down. But, it is time you grew up and had a real relationship instead of bedding everything blonde that comes across you're desk."
No one spoke, Uthur was hoping his son was considering what he had said and Arthur was trying not to loose his temper and shout some things that his father really doesn't want to know.
"I think dinner is over now, thank you for the meal and I'll see you at work tomorrow. Goodnight father" Arthur stated coldly before leaving the dining room and exiting the house.
On the drive back to his apartment Arthur thought about what his father had said. He hadn't even realised until now that he had never had a real relationship. He knew why and contrary to his fathers' opinion it didn't involve blondes. What his father also didn't know is that Arthur had not slept with any of his secretaries, which is why they tended to quit after a few months. Arthur was a harsh boss and the girls wouldn't put up with it unless they were reaping some kind of extra benefit from him.
He laughed out loud at the irony. All this time he'd been hiring these slutty women in the hope that his father would think he was sleeping with them and be happy about him doing so, now it seems his father wants him to have a 'real' relationship. There was just one problem, Arthur mused, if he were to have a real relationship the person certainly wouldn't be blonde… or female. Arthur doubted his father would appreciate his son, future heir and owner of Pendragon Attorneys being publicly gay.
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There are 7 chapters and about 18 500 words.