Vår Tid är Nu (Our Time is Now)
I am just an old man who has lived and seen more in my life than one man should. Six years ago a bright light entered my world and five years ago that light was extinguished... and now that light has been relit; not only for myself, but also for our King... King Arthur.
How I despaired that this witless boy could ever master his gift without the known world hounding him, but day by day that witless fool became more and more a man. A dangerous man; a good hearted man and more importantly he affected all others around him.
Arthur was always the golden boy, born to privilege and station. Many feared the day that the prince would become their king... until Merlin came along.
Arthur changed, slowly at first, from an arrogant adolescent to a man that many attempted to emulate and if history is a kind mistress, she will place that change at the feet of a tall, lanky lad with odd ears and an ever present smile.
The only problem is... history is a fickle lady and her tune changes with the passage of time until her original melody is no longer remembered and any changes are left in the hands of those who know no better.
History is written by the victor, not by the participants themselves and therefore she may only sing with one voice and I fear... I fear that she will be singing the glory of God whilst the ruins of Camelot crumble beneath her song and the true heroes will be only remembered as a legend.
She will not remember Arthur and Merlin and the beauty of this time, only the bards shall ever speak their names and only those currently living will know the truth.
The truth that is Camelot, the truth of her King and his companion.
Merlin.
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Lying in my arms he is yet to stir, my arm has fallen numb several hours ago, but I am loathe to move... I have waited for five years to feel him against me once more and nothing, nothing shall take him from me now.
My hand rests above his heart, my ring echoing his heartbeat, there is so much I need to say and even more I want to say to him, but for now I am happy just to have him in my arms again... the rest can wait.
I know that there are so many things to organise and prepare my... father's funeral, my coronation and the abolishment of certain laws to name the most pressing of the enormous list. There is also the problem that Uther has left, The Christers; my views have changed over the years speaking to Brother Claudius and I am sure that the general majority are peaceable and wish nothing more than to live their lives the same as any of us. It is the upper echelons that give me pause.
Brother Alfonso, Claudius' superior at the abbey, he was a kindly old man who believed that men should live and let live; sure, he believed whole heartedly in Jesu and Christerdom, but not to the exclusion of basic human needs, a true believer caught in a power struggle between the Church and secular bodies. Power can be translated as land, you control the land; you have the power... even Uther understood this and he made sure I did as well.
Yet... Brother Alfonso paid the price for frustrating his superior's schemes and now that poor old man is nothing more that bones in the abbey graveyard. Claudius has managed to stay here in relative safety in the castle and I must find a way to keep him safe for I believe that the old ways are just that, the old ways and that Christerdom shall spread until there is nothing remaining of the old ways and magic. No, he must keep Claudius safe while forcing Benedict away.
Now we hit the crux of the matter, while I had no issue with the run of the mill Christers, the ruling class on the other hand, they had to be stopped before Camelot and even Albion is caught in the middle of an armed insurrection.
These thoughts and more race through my mind, but my mind is never far from the man in my arms either because without him, I could not do what I intend to do. As my first act as king, I shall repeal the laws regarding magic and sodomy... basically, I am going to declare war on the Church of Rome.
Running my hand his front, just to be able to feel him, to know he is really here. He has changed since the last time we were together; his hair has grown long and wild, reaching past his shoulders. His face has grown more masculine, his cheekbones no longer dominated his face instead complemented it and his ears... his ears... well, let's just say that they are as endearing as before.
His chest is now broader and muscled, I suppose flapping your wings for the last five years would help there, whereas before there was only a light sprinkling of hair running down the middle of his chest and continuing down... now there is an even coverage, slightly coarse, whorling patterns all over his chest. Masculine and definitely male, letting my eyes rove further down they alight upon his cock lying there thick and heavy, nestled in a thick patch of dark curls, it's hood slightly pulled back and his tip peeking through.
I remember the first time he fucked me, dry, no preparation, he pushed into me, forcing himself deep inside me. The pain was indescribable as he stretched me wide and buried himself firmly inside me, but regardless, he pulled me apart and put me back together that night. His cock huge within me; he controlled me inside and out and I have never since regretted it... sometimes even Prince's have to learn when to give up control.
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It is still several hours till dawn and Merlin finally stirs enough for me to move my arm from beneath him. I am distracted from rubbing my arm by a feather light touch upon my cheek. I am incapable of ignoring his touch and I push my cheek into it, craving his skin on mine.
His eyes are iridescent in the reflected moonlight and they are staring at me in wonder, a soft crooning sound coming from deep within his chest, the same croon he would make when he was the merlin falcon. Raising his hand in one of mine, I lift it to my lips and place a chaste kiss upon each of his fingers, never once breaking away from his eyes.
As if this was an unspoken signal, Merlin gathers me in his arms and pulls me close, rubbing his face against mine.
"I thought I would never see you again, at least not in my real body... I've missed having arms and legs."
Still the same Merlin, quirky grin and all, his eyes lit up voice as eager as a puppy, it is nice to know that some things never change.
My ache for him must be visible; even in this dim light, as he bears down upon me and parts my lips with his own.
Again I am reminded of our first encounter, fierce and passionate, uncoordinated and clumsy, perfect, simply perfect.
Plundering my mouth with his tongue, forcing me to capitulate; both our bodies rocking against the other, grinding cocks and bruising hips... rough... wild... and just right.
Rolling me over onto my back he stills, then draws back to sit upon my hips looking down at me, hungry and wild... feral.
Leaning forward again, his hand cupping my neck whilst the other firmly grasping my hip, squeezing and kneading my flesh, driving me wild as I undulate beneath him... needing more contact, more of him... just more.
Easing first one leg then the other from beneath him, I lay both my legs astride his hips and gathering his hand in mine I pull it up to my mouth and wrap my tongue and lips around a finger, teasing him and me, showing him what I want and what I need, grinding my arse against his hard prick, telling it where it should be.
Guiding his finger down between my splayed legs, down past my balls to where I want him to be. Pushing his finger into me, not caring of the pain it causes me... I need this, I need him opening me up and getting me ready for his prick.
A deep moan makes its way from within me as my arse feels another finger enter. It has been so long and I need him now, all of him as hard as he can. I need to remember and I need to forget.
"Merlin, please... now, inside."
An evil glint lights his eyes at that, his own desire and need taking over.
"Hold your own legs in the air... King Arthur... hold them wide and hold them back", his voice similar to a predators snarl just before the kill.
Pulling my legs back as far as I can and resting my elbows behind my knees I am as open as I can be... and still he waits.
His fingers plunging in and out, but it's not enough, I need all of him and I need it now.
"Merlin, FUCK ME!" Sheer exasperation and need make my voice rough and harsh as my own arousal thrums.
Surging to his knees he places his arms above my shoulders on the bed and nudges my arse with his prick, teasing me. Raising one hand off the bed, he positions his cock right at my hole, but instead of thrusting into me he lets his own body weight push him into me.
A harsh scream is rent from my throat as the dual feelings of pain and pleasure assail me once again as I cant my hips further forward, trying to drive him in deeper as he arches his back, changing his centre of balance and forcing him further into me.
The pain is as I remembered it, but the pleasure far exceeds what I do remember, that exquisite feeling of being breached and plundered; taken without remorse, and as he begins to thrust in earnest... I learn to fly.
