Title: A toy with sadness

Pairings: Merlin/Arthur

Rating: M

Warnings: slash (yaoi), possessive-jealous!Arthur, explicit sexual content, smut, non-con/dub-con, (something similar to) slavery and mentions of under age sexual activities (I will warn you again in the chapters where it appears, but it isn't too explicit and the boys are around 15 or 16 years at that moment)

Summary: modern AU. Merlin has been Arthur's friend/toy since they were children, but could that be changed?

Disclaimer: All credits go to BBC Merlin and the mangaka CJ Michalski.

Word count for this chapter: around 2,400

AN: Thanks for all the followings, favourites and lovely reviews this fic has received! It really means a lot to me. Please, feel free to let me know any thoughts you have about this. Here you have the first chapter. There are more to come. It will probably take me a day or two to update the next one. Now, enjoy!

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Chapter 1.- A toy with sadness.

Some years passed and Merlin Emrys grew up living in the Pendragon mansion as Arthur's playmate. That was supposed to be his job and, in return, Uther provided for him and his family. Merlin lived in a beautiful big house, he ate delicious food, he wore expensive clothes and he went to the best private schools along with Arthur.

Since their first meeting about eight years ago little had changed between them. Arthur was still the one in charge and he took advantage that Merlin needed to be there for his family to order him around.

"Merlin," Arthur shouted from the top of the staircase when Merlin entered the house. "What the hell took you so long?"

"A... Arthur," Merlin said surprised. Of course, Arthur would be waiting for him.

"Did you buy it?" Arthur asked displaying his trademark smirk. He was leaning on the staircase handrail waiting patiently for Merlin to get up the stairs.

"Yes," Merlin replied embarrassedly with the package in his hands.

"It must be shameful to wear your school uniform in that kind of shop," Arthur commented nonchalantly. But the truth was that it had been Arthur's idea to send him to that 'kind of shop' after school had finished, instead of coming back home together as they used to do.

"You're such a prat," Merlin grumbled. "Why did you have to send me there?"

"I'm sorry," Arthur apologised and Merlin was sure he wasn't sorry in the least. "Next time we'll go together," Arthur promised while putting an arm around Merlin's shoulders and he started to guide him towards his room.

"I... I didn't mean it that way..." Merlin declined. It was bad enough that Arthur wanted him to buy such things in that kind of shops. He didn't need Arthur there too.

"Okay," Arthur accepted. "Now come inside my room."

Without Merlin realizing it, they were just outside Arthur's room, the same room where they had met all those years back. Everything might seem the same, but there was a big difference and that was how the game was played.

As soon as they went in, Arthur closed the door and sat in one of the sofas. Over the years Arthur had discarded a lot of the toys that took up almost all of the room. Now he still had a TV and a laptop, even a games console, but they were the most modern and the best in the market. He also had some balls and trophies since he loved sports. The big library was still there as well as the king sized bed. However, you couldn't step in a toy on the floor every few centimetres any more and the room had been redecorated to accommodate the tastes of a 17-years-old Arthur.

"Strip," Arthur commanded confidently, what made Merlin blush uncontrollably. "What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Erm... I..." Merlin said doubtfully, "I have other things to do. I'll leave this over here then." And with that Merlin left the package on a table and tried to make his escape.

"Whatever, strip," Arthur ordered again while making himself comfortable on the sofa as if he was going to see a show, but Merlin hadn't moved yet. "Do you want your uniform to be ripped again?" Arthur threatened.

That worked and Merlin started to strip in front of Arthur with a sigh, his cheeks completely red by then. He had learnt that it was better to obey Arthur willingly rather than doing it the hard way.

"Forget it," Arthur said suddenly. He stood up and went straight to Merlin.

"Arthur!" Merlin exclaimed surprised when Arthur took his thin wrist in one of his big hands. Merlin had hardly started to unlace the tie of his uniform and Arthur had already lost his patience. He really wasn't good at waiting.

"I will strip them for you," Arthur whispered in Merlin's ear and the next second he was kissing him passionately and taking his jacket off. In no time Arthur had forced Merlin to open his mouth so he could slid his tongue inside, but that didn't seem to be enough.

"Stick your tongue out more..." Arthur said between pecks and licks, his hands everywhere. "I want to tangle it with mine."

And Merlin complied as Arthur directed him backwards towards the sofa where he had been sat a few minutes ago. By the time he flipped Merlin on it, Arthur had already released him of his tie and jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers.

Arthur knelt opposite a sitting Merlin. He looked totally debauched, his face red, his eyes half-lidded, his lips swollen, his chest exposed and his trousers open. Arthur's hand squeezed Merlin's thigh very near his crotch.

"Spread your legs," Arthur requested curtly.

"No," Merlin begged. "Arthur, stop." But he knew it was in vain. Arthur had never stopped.

"You're so stubborn, Merlin." Arthur's hand had gone up and was now teasing one of Merlin's nipples. He drew back with a flinch, but Arthur got nearer to his face and whispered, "The harder you struggle, the more it is going to hurt. Even your body knows it."

Arthur's hand descended once more and took his trousers and pants down with a swift movement. Merlin closed his eyes and just felt as Arthur opened his legs to reveal completely the already hard flesh of his cock. Merlin was embarrassed beyond words, but he couldn't avoid feeling that way every time Arthur kissed him or played with his body like that.

"You have such a disgusted look," Arthur commented, "but you have become so aroused just from kissing." It was clear that it pleased Arthur a lot to see Merlin coming undone by him.

"Ah!" Merlin panted. He didn't dare open his eyes, but he felt Arthur's mouth on him, enveloping him in a sweet warmth and it shamed him to feel so good in that moment.

"Please," Merlin thrashed and struggled. "Don't lick me there." But Arthur just continued sucking his length. "Why," Merlin's breath had become more erratic and his words were muffled. "Why... are you doing this...? I'm a boy..."

That was something that puzzled Merlin. Why doing this with another guy when most of the girls at school would be glad to oblige? Why him?

"Asking that question again," Arthur answered between licks. "Of course, it's because I feel like doing it." That was what Arthur always told him.

A few strokes more and Merlin felt like coming, but Arthur withdrew and began to flip him over.

"Turn your arse this way," Arthur asked.

Merlin knew what Arthur was going to do next. "Not there... Arthur!"

But it was too late. Arthur had turned him around and his arse was now exposed so Arthur could do with him whatever he wanted. And just because 'he felt like doing it'.

Merlin took hold of one of the cushions on the sofa as Arthur licked his puckered hole and little by little he started to insert his tongue inside him and then a finger. Merlin wriggled while thinking that Arthur was just playing with his body. Gods, he had really become Arthur's toy, to do with him as he pleased.

A shudder ran up Merlin's spine when Arthur replaced his tongue with something bigger and harder. Merlin couldn't help moaning as he came. Arthur noticed it and he resumed stroking Merlin's cock through his orgasm.

"You came from just being entered?" Arthur wondered with a smile. "What a perverted body!"

Merlin was still trembling when Arthur started his thrusts.

"But I'm not finished yet." Arthur licked Merlin's cheek as he picked up the pace. "Besides, we still need to use that sex toy you brought earlier."

And Merlin understood that that was just the beginning. After all, Arthur was not one to get tired quickly.

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Some hours later Merlin was walking unsteadily through the mansion's corridors daydreaming. His uniform was a complete mess. In the heat of the moment he hadn't noticed it, but some of his shirt's buttons were ripped off and now he had to sew them back. Well, at least the shirt wasn't torn.

He was so absorbed in his musings that he crashed against one of the housemaids when turning a corner. Unfortunately, the contents of the box she was carrying at the moment clattered to the ground and now it was full of... toys?

Merlin knelt and helped her to put them back inside the box that was now on the floor.

"I'm sorry," Merlin apologised. "I was daydreaming..."

"It's alright, Merlin," the maid smiled. She was a petite dark skinned cheerful girl by the name of Gwen. "I was being careless."

Merlin smiled back at her. She was always good with him. He took a toy car to leave it in the box and somehow it seemed familiar.

"This..." he said out loud. "I think I've seen this somewhere."

"Oh, these are Arthur's old toys," Gwen informed him. "They're broken and he's tired of them. I found the box a few days ago." The toys. So that's were they had disappeared to. "I was just about to dispose of them."

"Are you going to throw them away?" Merlin asked perplexed.

"Yes," Gwen answered. "They aren't needed any more. If we keep them, they'll be in the way."

"Ah, yeah. Of course. Children always get tired of their toys eventually," Merlin tried to comment with normalcy, but his smile had frozen in his face. "It's definitely... strange to keep them." It was logical that Arthur had got tired of them and had discarded them. It would be logical that one day Arthur would abandon him too.

Merlin couldn't continue helping Gwen. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe his time of being abandoned had arrived. And that made him feel terribly... sad. Without him noticing tears started to form in his eyes and slip from them.

"Merlin? What's it?" Gwen asked surprised as she tried to comfort him by stroking his shoulder.

"No... nothing... Nothing at all," Merlin replied wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. Gods, he was really crying over something like that... He felt like a toy that's already half broken and he couldn't stand it. He stood up quickly and ran to his room, leaving a shocked and worried Gwen behind still surrounded by old toys.

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After his encounter with Gwen, Merlin holed himself up in his room and cried himself out. When he had calmed enough, he let the other servants know that he felt bad, he put on his pyjamas and went to bed early. He didn't really want to see anyone at the moment, not even poor Gwen who had to be troubled by his actions that evening.

It was already dark when Arthur entered Merlin's room without knocking and switched on the lights, what made Merlin groan and wake up. Arthur was also wearing his pyjamas and Merlin didn't doubt he would have had dinner by that time and would be ready to go to bed, but his presence there only could mean that Gwen must have told him about the incident.

"What's the matter with you?" Arthur asked shortly. "How have you got sick so suddenly?"

Merlin just sat up and tried to cover himself with the blankets.

"I'm sorry. I pushed you past your limit today." Arthur approached Merlin's bed and knelt beside him reposing his arms on the bed. "You came three times, even though I only came one," Arthur remembered with a smile. "And one of them was with the new toy..." Arthur's smile was gradually becoming his devious smirk.

"You don't have to apologize if you don't think you did anything wrong!" Merlin exclaimed in an attempt to divert the topic to something less embarrassing for him. He could already feel his cheeks getting hot, but he knew perfectly well it wasn't due to any sickness. "Besides," he continued, "you don't' have to apologize to someone like me." Merlin covered himself further and averted his eyes from Arthur. "I..." he had to say it, "I'm only your toy." And saying it aloud made him feel worst, like it was more true now than before.

"Huuuh?" Arthur acted as if he didn't know what Merlin was talking about. "My toy?"

"Didn't you say that yourself?" Arthur frowned. Merlin couldn't believe he had forgotten it. "That was what you said to me the first day we met!" Merlin almost shouted. Could it be that Arthur didn't see him like that? Could it be that those words didn't mean the same for him?

"Ah... Now that you mention it..." For a moment it seemed that Arthur was remembering it, but then, "Well said," and Arthur started to give him a noogie. "It seems that you understand your position."

Merlin struggled and when he was finally free of Arthur's antics, he turned around in his bed so that his back was to Arthur's blinding smile. "Whatever," he mumbled. "I'm just a toy." However, this time it didn't hurt to say it. Arthur had shown him with his actions that he hadn't really said those words seriously. And that was the utmost Merlin could ever hope for Arthur to do. After all, Arthur was a self-centred prat, so what he had just done to allay Merlin's anxiety was a great display of affection for him. But that wasn't the end of it.

"That's right," Arthur leered on Merlin's ear. "And don't forget it. You're gonna be my toy for life. My partner." And his tongue licked Merlin's neck from his collarbone to his jaw. "Hmm... I want to do it again." Arthur's hands sneaked under the blankets and tugged at Merlin's clothes.

"What?" a surprised Merlin asked. But, they had done it several times that same afternoon! "Hold on, hold on. I'm not feeling well..." Merlin claimed trying to stop Arthur, but to no avail.

"Drop the act, Merlin." Arthur's hands had already found his way to Merlin's cock. "It's written all over your face that you're faking it." And Merlin had to take Arthur's kisses once more while still thinking about Arthur's words. For life?

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