Title: Don't Run
Disclaimer: Don't Own Merlin
Warning(s): Language, Sexual content, Scarring and Haunting Pasts, Slash, Arthur/Merlin/Gwaine
A/N: Very sorry for the very short chapter. Sadly.
Chapter three: Memories Resurfaced
"Get off of me!" Gwaine shouts.
"I don't think so," Jason smirks.
He pushed the struggling knight on his bed and forces his trousers off. He throws the clothes on the floor. Gwaine tries to fight back but he forgot how strong Jason was. Jason kisses Gwaine forcefully and when he breaks away spits.
"You taste if that pathetic excuse of a consort to the king of Camelot," he says disgustingly.
"You have no right to talk about Merlin like that! He's sweet and kind and certainly better than you in everything!" Gwaine retorts defensively.
Jason laughs dryly and pins both Gwaine's hands above his head.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." Gwaine grits.
Jason smirks and without warning or even preparations pushes into Gwaine's tight entrance. The man plunging deep in the vulnerable knight ripped a pain filled scream from his throat. Tears welled in his eyes and spilled as he shut his eyes tight. He tried to hold back his wretched sobs and calm down.
"Disgusting little slut. Taking all of my cock," Jason whispers.
Gwaine prays for the man to get out and off him. What's worse is that he feels like every word that man just muttered. He feels disgusting and filthy. Unworthy of any real love. And he's suddenly back in the past.
"You'll like this very much," a younger version of the man above him assured.
A naive Gwaine nodded willingly accepting the reassurance. The young man smiled pleased as he thrust into the younger man without warning. Much like now. The younger man, before being a knight, before becoming the fearless man, complied as he spread his legs wider. However, as the pain began a sob escaped full of pain and agony.
That was his first time. He was so in love with the handsome young man. He was his best friend and had no reason not to trust him. That's when they started courting each other. That is until a young Gwaine have himself to Jason for his birthday. A day he now not only curses for his birth. It was when he believed those whisper lovingly lies and gave his innocence to the one he loved. To the one who claimed he loved him back.
Gwaine gasped as the haunting memories resurfaced from deep within his mind. He struggled against his attacker but to no avail.
Merlin sat watching amusingly at his relaxed husband enjoying himself. Enjoying the company of their friends. He wished that Gwaine could have been here. Thinking of his lover brought a sigh as he recalled that it was soon the man's birthday. The time of year he retreated into himself. Where he pushes everyone away, including both him and Arthur. Merlin's chest suddenly constricts, his heart pounding in his ears.
"Arthur," he called softly yet desperate.
"Yes love?" The King inquired smiling.
As he takes note of the other man his smile falters.
"Something is not right," Merlin answers but does not elaborate.
Arthur cocks his head to the side in thought.
"We have to check on Gwaine...Something is happening to him...I can feel it. We have to go now!" Merlin urges.
He can feel his magic flowing through his veins. He can't control it while he's in edge. Especially when someone as close as Gwaine is involved or worse...in danger.
Arthur sits straighter. The few drinks to lighten his mood long forgotten finally taking in his lover's clear distress. He nods and excuses himself along with an impatient consort. They hurry to Gwaine's respective room. From the other side of the wooden old door they can hear the pleas to stop and whimpers accompanying sobs and pain filled cries. Merlin's breathe hitches as he hears his love begging to an end. Both king and consort stand absolutely shocked.
Arthur places a tentative hand on the handle. Unsure if he should intrude intent on killing. The air is silenced eerily followed by a loud slap. Skin on skin. That's when the barriers break down and Arthur swings the door open.
The door hits the wall rattling surrounding objects. But what rattles both Merlin and Arthur's core is the horrible sight that awaited them.