Author's Note: This story is the long waited continuation of When Albion Needs it Most. Though the story directly follows my first fic, it is not an obligation to understand the whole plot, but I recommend that you try it out to have the full experience. I hope you enjoy the continuation. As always, I do not own the story nor the characters from Merlin BBC. I am just borrowing it to give us all closure after the heart breaking finale of the show.
The moans coming from his left pulled Arthur away from his book. Merlin was lying next to him, making noises in his sleep. The blond man was growing worried for his friend. It had been months now since the warlock had been sick, plagues with the pains of withdrawal and sleep deprivation. He hadn't had a nightmare in weeks. Why were they resurfacing now?
Arthur looked at his lover closely. It didn't seem like a typical nightmare. Merlin wasn't covered in sweats and his body was not trembling. But the pleas coming out of the sorcerer still worried him. Taking no chances, he shook the brunet out of slumber.
Merlin woke up immediately, confused. "Arthur," he called out as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes with his fist. The blond swallowed loudly. Was it wrong to find the sorcerer's childish expression arousing? Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts away, returning his attention back to the man lying next to him.
"You were moaning in your sleep," he explained. "Are the nightmares back?" He could not hide the worry in his voice as it slightly trembled.
The brunet smiled wildly through his sleepy eyes. "I wasn't having a nightmare," he laughed. "Far from it."
A look of relief washed over Arthur's face. "Then what was it? What were you dreaming of?" he asked curiously.
"You want to know?" the wizard whispered.
"Of course"
"Let me show you," he said biting his bottom lip. He laid back on his shoulders, pulling himself under Arthur. Placing his hand along the blond's cheek, he tilted his head sideways. Softly he kissed the King's lips, wrapping his arms around his neck as their embraced.
Arthur smiled as he realized what kind of dream Merlin had been having. Placing a leg on each side of his partner's hips, he rolled on top of his body. The King could feel the brunet's hardness against his thighs. He smiled as he realized Merlin wasn't wearing any trousers. They had both begun to sleep naked. It didn't seem worthwhile to put clothing on to go to sleep as they mostly woke up naked anyway. With a trust forward, Arthur teased his partner's erection, barely giving it the friction it craved. Still, Merlin moaned at the movement. He bit down on the blond's bottom lip, knowing it would make the King breathe heavily. His hands wandered along his lover's body, tracing their way down to his bottom. Holding him close, Merlin guided his hips upwards, pushing himself against the blond's member.
Arthur was breathing heavily against Merlin's neck. He placed an open mouth kiss along the man's collarbone. His hands wandered along his partner's arms, grabbing both wrists with one hand. The blond held them down, immobilizing him under his control. Merlin tugged and twisted his wrist, knowing there was no way out. He still tried though, he tried because it turned Arthur on to know just how much power he had, and for Merlin, it made the moment he was released even sweeter. The warlock hated it, not being able to touch the blond, not being able to pull him close, to claw at his back, to bury his fingers into that soft hair. But he didn't mind being held down, only because when he did get to move, the satisfaction of caressing Arthur was more than worth it.
The blond left a trail of kisses down the sorcerer's chest, biting lightly as moved towards the man's nipples. With a flick of his tongue, he took the sensitive part into his mouth. Merlin gasped under Arthur's care, making the knight smirk as he nibbled on his lover. Slowly, he moved onto the next nipple, still lying untouched. With a feather light kiss, he paused over Merlin, looking up coyly at the beging figure trembling beneath him.
"Arthur," he moaned, begging him to do something. Instead the King smiled. Merlin rolled his eyes in frustration. "You're such a prat you know?"
"I know, but you love it," he exclaimed.
"No," he corrected. "I love you."
Merlin suddenly regretted being held down. What wouldn't he have done to pull Arthur's face up to his and kiss him passionately? He wiggled his wrist, hoping to break free. The King smirked and tightened his grip around his lover's hands before returning his attention to the hot body underneath him. The warlock moaned in satisfaction as the blond's warm mouth opened against his chest. With a train of warm kisses, Arthur teased his way down his lover's body. He placed his mouth along the inner thigh of the waiting brunet. His tongue slowly moved towards the warlock's center, smirking at the impatient shivers coming from Merlin. Arthur lost his grip on his lover's wrist as the sorcerer hands wiggled their way out. Faster than he could realize, the blond found himself lying on his back.
Merlin managed to free himself from Arthur's hold. Unhesitant, he rolled over the blond, taking control of their embrace. He captured the knight's mouth with his lips as strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer into their embrace. Merlin pressed his demanding erection against his lovers, thrusting on the blond's body. The friction created by their intertwined bodies sent shivers of pleasures through the sorcerer's spine. Arthur grunted of pleasure as the brunet bit his neck to suppress a moan, his body sensitive to every touch.
Slowly, Merlin moved away from Arthur, making the King sigh. The brunet placed his lips on the tip of the blond's manhood, gently kissing the sensitive head. He exhaled lightly, blowing cool air on the hardened member. The warlock was moving slowly, to slowly. Impatiently, Arthur's body thrust forward, pushing himself against Merlin's lips. The brunet held back a laugh as he opened his mouth, engulfing the King's manhood.
"Oh yeah," Arthur whispered as he tangled his fingers in the brown hair. His hips bucked upwards, pushing into the warmth of Merlin's mouth. The warlock's skillful tongue made the King go mad with excitement, pulling him deeper into the overwhelming pleasure. Merlin passed his tongue along the blond's head once more time as he lubricated it with saliva. He pulled away and climbed on top of the knight's muscular lap.
With one hand holding onto the headboard and the other caressing Arthur's chest, Merlin aligned himself with the King's hardness. He bit his bottom lip to hold back a cuss as he slowly lowered himself onto his lover.
Arthur grunted at Merlin's tightness, almost enough to push him over the edge. He placed a hand on the brunet's hip, caressing his skin with his thumbs. Dragging his nails along the sorcerer's body, the blond grabbed his partner's bum, cupping each cheek with wanting hands. With his arms laced around the brunet's bottom, he guided his movements along his body. The knight's hip bucked upwards, meeting the wizard with every thrust.
"Oh Arthur," the warlock moaned as his pleasure increased, his breath shortened by pleasure. His hands were pressed along the blond's muscular chest as he tried to keep himself up, the pleasure making his knees weaken.
The King rolled over, placing his lover's gangly figure under him. With a quick kiss, he pulled the brunet's legs above his shoulder and thrust erratically as he was close to the edge. He knew Merlin wasn't far as the warlock's breathed heavily. He pumped the brunet's cock, desperate to bring his partner to cum with him.
"Please, Ar-! Please oh please," the brunet desperately moaned, unsure of why he was begging. His hands grabbed fistful of the sheets beneath him, trying to hold on to something, anything. His release came violently, the wave of the orgasm shaking his body.
Merlin's muscles tighten around the blond's manhood, making Arthur grunt louder. With a forceful thrust, he came rapidly, collapsing over the brunet's frail body.
Wrapping his arms around his lover, Merlin dug his fingers in the locks of blond hair. He rubbed his fingers along the man's scalped as his body came back from the climax he experienced. Arthur wrapped himself around the brunet, holding on tightly as he fell asleep with his face buried in his partner's hair. Merlin laced his fingers with the blond's, caressing the protective arm that surrounded his waist. "I love you," he whispered to the King as he closed his sleepy eyes.
Merlin's phone vibrated on the nightstand, illuminating the dark room with a low electric glow. He glanced behind him, realizing that Arthur was still asleep. With a lazy hand, he grabbed the phone. The brightness of the screen made him squint. He forced himself to look at the person ringing him, wondering who the hell would try to reach him at such ungodly hour. Glen's name flashed on his phone. With a frustrated sigh, Merlin threw the phone to the ground, letting it go to voicemail. He turned in the sheets, pulling himself close to Arthur. Rolled up against his lover, he let his thoughts wander, leading him to a peaceful sleep.
This hadn't been the first time Glen had tried to reach him. He had received a few texts and Facebook messages in the past weeks. But this was the first call. Merlin had expected it. After the way he had dumped the man without any clear explanation, it was normal for him to try to reach out and understand. The warlock couldn't really give him one. It was impossible to explain that his soulmate had come back to life for them to be reunited after over a thousand years of waiting.
Merlin didn't really care anyway. Glen had been nothing more than a distraction, someone with whom he could pass the time as he waited. He had made that pretty clear at the beginning of their relationship.
The phone buzzed again, and again, and again. The flashing lights of his screen brightening up the room bothered him. With a plaintive sigh, Merlin wiggled his way out of Arthur's embrace. Quickly, he pulled on a pair of trouser lying near the bed and slipped into a plane red shirt hanging in his closet before picking up his phone. 5 texts and two missed calls.
Merlin please pick up
I love you and I refuse to let you go. Please pick up
Just talk to me
Please, I'm begging you, pick up the phone
I am not giving up on us
The screen changed abruptly as a new call was entering. Merlin looked towards the bed before closing the bedroom door. In the hallway, he answered, ready to put an end to this once and for all.
"There has never been an us," he said coldly. "I told you from the beginning I didn't want anything serious. Get over yourself."
"Merlin, you answered! Thank goodness."
"Not like you gave me a choice. This is harassment Glen," the warlock warned with annoyance in his voice.
"I know. I'm sorry," the man explained, "but I needed to talk to you. I was desperate."
Merlin sighed, pacing through the living room. He was bad at this, leaving people. He had spent all his life being left; he knew too well how it felt to be on the other side of this conversation. His compassion was making this hard, but he knew he had to be harsh to get Glen off his back.
"Merlin, I know that I don't love me, but you have my heart and I won't let you go. I refuse to be freed. This isn't over. I'm staying. You are too important to me for a cold cut. If you let me, I know I can make you love me," he begged with pain in his voice.
"I told you from the start that I didn't want-"
"Bollock," he interrupted. "Sure, you said you didn't want anything serious, that you would never fall in love, but that is a lie. You are the most caring and compassionate person I've ever met. Your heart is filled with love and devotion. I've seen it firsthand so stop denying it."
"It's not what you think," the sorcerer growled back, aggravated by the man's persistence.
"It's exactly what I think Mer-lin," the hurt man replied.
"Don't," the wizard threatened, losing patience with the situation. He cringed at the sound of his name being pronounced in such a unique way on the lips of someone else than Arthur. Glen had stolen something that was so intimate to him and his King, making the warlock feel invaded, violated.
"I'll tell you what this is. It's you being a coward. You're afraid. I've seen it you know, the sadness behind your eyes. I've seen how you face crumbles when you think I'm not looking. You've been hurt and now you're afraid of being with someone again. You're afraid of being with me."
"You're wrong," he barked.
"Am I? Tell me that that jerk didn't hurt you. You heart is still heavy from what Arthur put you through. But you know that I would never do anything like that to you because I really love you. We were doing well together, getting closer and that scared you so you ran. But I won't let you do a mistake. We're a great fit and deep down you know I would never hurt you like Arthur did."
"You have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Glen" he yelled back. "I am more than tired of being patient with you. This is the last time I'm telling you; we are over. Get a fucking grip because you are pathetic. And if you ever insult Arthur again, just one more time, I promise you will be sorry."
"Mer-" the voice screamed as the line was cut. The sorcerer shut his phone and threw it onto the sofa. Breathing deeply, he tried to regain his calm. He passed a hand through his hair as he reentered the bedroom. Quietly, he crawled by into bed and slithered back under Arthur's loving arms.
A tender kiss was placed along the base of the brunet's neck. Merlin turned around, realizing Arthur was awake. "Good morning dear," the warlock whispered as he pecked the blond's lips.
"You were up quite early," the King replied. "I thought you'd be exhausted after last night"
"Shhhhh! I am exhausted. I was woke up early by some idiot ringing me."
"They phoned you at that time. Is everything alright?"
"It's fine. Nothing important," Merlin explained as he snuggled against the King's shoulder. It was true; Glen was nothing more a problem fast solved. The warlock was sure he had gotten the message this time. And anyway Merlin couldn't be bothered to care, not when he was lying comfortably in Arthur's arms. He closed his eyes and slept for another 5 minutes, snoozing life for a moment of relaxation with the person he loved, the reason he lived. Intertwined with his King, the brunet took a deep breath, allowing himself to relax and forget the unpleasant call that had disturbed a perfect night.
