Warnings still apply.
Merlin looked around panicking with his hands in his hair as his manservant closed the door and crossed the room to calm his master down. "No, no, no. He was supposed to be in council meetings the whole afternoon."
Gripping Merlin's arms tightly, Jonathan stilled him and looked him in the eye. "Merlin, there is no time for panicking. You'll have to do something. If he finds you standing at the window…" The rest of the sentence remained unfinished, but Merlin knew what it meant. He nodded his head and took a moment to calm himself down.
"Right, yes. Sorry."
"No worries... sire."
Merlin huffed a laugh but looked around the chamber. He needed something that would be convincing enough for Uther to believe he was spending the whole afternoon on. He thought about sitting at the desk and pretending to write something, but then the evidence that he hadn't wrote much was too clear. He looked around some more, while his manservant was staring at him with slightly risen eyebrows.
"Merlin…" Jonathan urged, knowing that Uther could be entering the room any second now.
"The book!" Merlin exclaimed, noticing a book on one of the cabinets in the room. He ran to it like his life depended on it, which was partially true. Grabbing it he quickly took a comfortable position at the table and threw the book open on a random page. He still wanted his manservant to be in the room and looked around again for something that Jonathan could do, but everything was clean and he bed made. He cursed under his breath, but smiled when Jonathan placed a goblet in front of him and he himself moved behind Merlin with a jug of water in his hand.
Merlin cursed again, the ring that he had to wear was still on his bedside table. It was a ring with the Pendragon seal and Uther had made him wear it as a sign of their 'love' and commitment.
"Jon, could you please get the ring. Hurry."
As the ring was handed over and his servant stood in place again, Merlin slipped it around his finger and took a casual position on the chair. Still one that would be considered regal, Uther hated it when he slouched. Not a moment too soon, or the doors of the room opened and indeed the King strode in.
With a flick of his hand he sent Merlin's servant away. Jon silently apologized to Merlin, and Merlin shrugged his shoulders only a little in response, his eyes telling his servant that he would be okay.
"Uther, I did not expect you back so soon. Have matters of court already been finished?" Merlin tried to say as casually as possible. Saying the King's first name felt still weird on his tongue, but that was also something Uther had told him to do.
Uther came closer and closer to the table, already discarded his long overcoat on the ground in the process and now placed his crown on the table. Merlin gulped deeply, having a pretty good idea of why the King was back so early. Even so, he tried to not let his uneased feeling show.
Uther brushed his thumb with a gentle touch that felt so unfamiliar against Merlin's cheek. Merlin closed his eyes and his breath hitched lightly as the King moved to stand behind him. His hands now place on Merlin's shoulders and sliding down his doublet and stroking the skin of his neck and down to his chest.
"I prorogued the remaining matters until tomorrow. I had to be with you." He whispered hoarsely into his consort's ear.
Merlin felt unstoppable shivers travelling all over his skin and needed to hold in a gasp when the King took his hands off his chest and pushing the chair he sat on back. Uther moved onto his knees in front of him and slowly slid his hands back and forth on Merlin's thighs. Merlin was startled and numbed by the feeling, he didn't dare to move.
Uther's hands moved just that bit higher with every back and forth motion and coming closer and closer to the target he sat his eyes on. Merlin couldn't hold control over his breathing as it started to quicken and his cock started twitching when Uther brushed his thumbs over the still clothed cock. He didn't wanted it to happen, but it was just his body reacting to the touch.
He saw Uther smirk and looking up to him from under his eyelashes. Uther now palmed his whole hand against Merlin's cock with Merlin having to grip the armrests in a desperate attempt to get his mind off of what was about to happen. His knuckles turned white from the grip and his cock started to react more and more to the touch. A slight whimper escaped Merlin's mouth and Uther leaned forward. Capturing Merlin's mouth with his own and sucking on the verge of desperation on his lower lip.
Merlin could feel his bones crush against the wooden surface and clenched his eyes even tighter, while trying to relax his mouth as best as he could. It made little difference and Merlin knew this was only the start.
Uther rose halfway and supported his body by placing his hands behind his consort's on the armrests, he leaned forward attacking Merlin's swollen lips again and softly caressing the skin of Merlin's hand with the tips of his thumbs. Merlin knew better than deny the King anything and he could already feel the man tensing with angriness for not kissing back.
At these moments he just had to turn a mental switch and do what the King wanted, it helped just a little bit to imagine that he was kissing Arthur, until Uther would become possessive again by kissing him harder or anything worse and Merlin would be brought out of his imagination and back to reality where he was in the very presence of the King again.
Uther broke free from the everlasting kiss, gripping Merlin's hands to pull him up from the chair. He hefted the hand where Merlin's ring was prominent and a smile graced his lips, kissing it just to remind him that he was his possession before tugging Merlin towards the bed.
He didn't immediately laid Merlin down, no instead Merlin stood just inches away from it and Uther was walking behind him. Leaving feather light touches on Merlin's hips and back and letting his hands slowly slide to the front to unclasp the few buttons that held Merlin's doublet together. He continued touching and let his hands slide up along his spine until he reached the long swan like neck and his hands just touched the skin at the collar before he gripped Merlin's collar tightly and tugging it in one swift movement down, letting the doublet fall off the thin shoulders and leaving Merlin naked from the waist up.
The cold air hit Merlin hard and he started to shiver just a little bit. Uther's warm calloused hands were back at his neck again, his warm breath penetrating the skin on his shoulder as Uther pressed light kisses from one shoulder blade to the other. His hands moving from the neck down to Merlin's hips and trailing to the front to start unlacing the butter soft leather pants that Merlin wore.
"Always so tense." Uther whispered, a slight chuckle could be heard. "Relax my love." Uther pressed more kisses onto Merlin's back and fumbled with the laces until they were completely untied and the only thing that held his breeches up were his prominent hips.
Merlin inhaled deeply, he knew it could go two ways now. He'd either take or be taken, it all depended on what Uther wanted, but usually the King would take him. He shuddered with both ideas but he would do practically anything to not let Uther enter him.
But his breeches already fell on the ground with just one light tug from the King and he nudged Merlin to get onto the bed.
Merlin kept saying to himself that he does this for Arthur, for Arthur's safety. That was the most important thing for him– that was the only thing that kept him sane enough to remember to relax. With hesitant steps he edged closer to the bed and in the process he could hear the rustling and dropping from the King's clothes behind him.
Arthur's safe, Arthur's safe, Arthur's safe. It was the mantra he kept into mind these last weeks, he couldn't obviously saying them out loud.
A drawer opening and closing brought him back from his thoughts and to his surprise he already found himself onto his back, it's been happening so often that it felt like going on autopilot for him. He'd rather lie on his front so he didn't have to see the King while he was 'pleasuring' him, but the King had other ideas and wanted to see every facial expression while he entered his consort. Wanting to have a good look at the long cock that would be standing up for him.
The bed dipped and Merlin knew it wouldn't be long now, he willed himself to relax. He could still recall the times he struggled against Uther and it hurt far worse when the King tried and succeeded in pushing his cock in without letting Merlin adjust to it. It felt like he was being torn apart and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Uther only was more gentle when he didn't struggle and when he was relaxed.
It took him every piece of willpower to give himself willingly to this man that kept him captive in this gilded cage, but it was the only way. All the other options were excluded. He needed to keep the King satisfied if he wanted his true love Arthur to live.
The King now hovered over him, one hand pressed onto the mattress at his far shoulder and it was a clear sign of possession. Merlin tried not to tense, he really tried, but those cold grey eyes looking over him like he was a piece of meat were making him queasy and uncomfortable.
"How beautiful you are and you're all mine." Soft touches traced patterns over his stomach.
Uther sat straighter, Merlin could see the clear arousal the King had as he uncorked the small bottle with a think ointment and let some drip onto his palm before placing it back onto the bedside table for easy access.
"My love." Uther breathed, sitting in between Merlin's parted legs and pushing one finger in and enjoying it when he saw his consort arch his back at the stinging feeling. Uther bend over, grazing his tongue over one of Merlin's sensitive nipples and pinching the other one with his free hand. He had learnt over the course of the last five weeks that Merlin was having some sensitive nipples and he loved abusing them, just to hear those whimpers coming from his consort.
He didn't have to wait long for the first whimper and added a second finger, making Merlin not only whimper but also brought out some of those lovely gasps combined with sobs. It was music to his ears and Uther returned on saying small nothings, before adding a third at where Merlin always started to take in shuddering breaths.
"You're doing so well my love." He pecked a kiss on Merlin's hipbone and curled his fingers to find the bundle of nerves that would make Merlin arch up even more and making his cock drip drops of pre-come. "Always wanting to please me, always ready. You're so good."
Uther removed his fingers and Merlin could sink relaxed into the mattress, even if he knew that it would be just for a few seconds. He could already feel the blunt cockhead lining up at his entrance and his hole felt already so open by the fingers. He took in a deep breath as Uther pushed in inch for inch, making sure his lover was adjusted enough before moving in further.
"So wonderful, so beautiful. We slide together like we're made for each other. One is not complete without the other." He bent down to press kisses onto his torso, starting at the belly button and making his way up to the collarbone and sucking and nipping on each piece of skin his mouth passed, leaving bruises behind on each piece of stark white skin.
Merlin didn't even hear the words that were spoken to him, he concentrated on Arthur. Recalling memories of when the two of them spent the night together, both wanting the other to be comfortable, to be ready. Not like this where it's forced. It was the only thing that could help him getting through this.
He felt how Uther started moving, starting off slow but he was an impatient man that didn't like to wait and the thrust became more desperate, quicker, harder. It was becoming already such a familiar feeling, but still so unwanted. Merlin was torn, how could he let himself relax and let him being taken advantage off, but sometimes when the King hit that sensitive spot inside him, he could even enjoy himself. Even if it would be just mere seconds before he remembered who did it to him.
A warm hand wrapped around his own length and Merlin's eyes shot down for a second to see the King's hand was firmly gripping and tugging and Merlin fisted the sheets, arching his back once more and letting out small pants and moans as the thrusting and tugging were finding a similar pace.
Uther continued rocking his hips and never needed long to cum and Merlin knew he was almost at his high when the King gripped his hip with his free hand more tightly and covering the old bruises with new ones. Sounds of flesh slapped against flesh was echoing through the room and the King panted harshly. Telling Merlin how beautiful he was, how lucky he should be to be the consort of the King.
Merlin ignored all those things, concentrating on his own orgasm and wanting the King to be out of him sooner rather than later and so he clenched hard around the rigid member that was so clearly invading him. It was usually enough to tip him over the edge and Merlin almost felt victorious when the King stilled his movements and spurting his seed into the cleft of his consort.
The King remained making up and downward movements with his hands as he rode out his orgasm, not pulling out before Merlin would cum. The sheets were crumbled beneath Merlin's grips and the last thought of Arthur kissing him brought himself over the edge with a shout and hot streams of white stripes came out of his sensitive cock. The King pulled out and brought his mouth over the head of his lover's cock, lapping everything up and licking his lips when he achieved what he wanted, kissing Merlin once again to let him taste himself on his tongue.
Merlin knew Uther liked schedules and in their so called sex life it was no difference. There were steps to follow and Uther never faltered from them. It was almost like a clear map and Merlin knew that the ordeal was nearly over, still trying to kiss back as convincing as possible.
Uther broke free to take in the much needed air and let himself fall next to his consort in exhaustion, needing a few moments to recover and to get his breathing under control. Uther always kept physical contact with his lover, usually by tracing patters over his consort's stomach or intertwining their fingers. Uther rolled onto his side, his head supported by his arm and indeed settled on brushing his fingers over the flat stomach. Merlin could just yet refrain from eye rolling.
Bending forward, Uther pressed more kisses onto his arm up to his shoulder and nibbling his earlobe. "Gaius is expecting you love. I'll send someone to get your servant."
Merlin could only nod, he couldn't go against the King in this matter. The King had demanded Merlin to go to Gaius every week, or if he felt the need for it, he would be sending Merlin more days in the week. His weekly trips to his old mentor were awkward at times, when the older man had to examine him to see if he was still healthy and no illnesses were present in the King's lovable consort, he also had to do some internal test and those moments were the ones that Merlin dreaded the most.
But he was glad that he could leave the chambers for once and he had a chance to catch up with the man he looked up to. If he was really lucky, he'd also catch Gwen there, helping Gaius. She had sort of taken his place in tending to the ill since he had other commitments. He felt really awful he couldn't help his mentor anymore. But Uther had forbidden it, he didn't want his consort come to close to people, commoners –even if he himself was one- and risk the chance that he would fall ill himself.
Merlin could only sigh and concede and saw that Uther was already dressing himself. Merlin wanted to tell that he could dress himself, but many discussions had resulted in Uther telling him that he was his consort and he didn't want him to do menial things.
Merlin thought that Uther was being quite the hypocrite since he dressed himself.
Opening the door, Uther spoke to the guard to fetch Lord Merlin's manservant and Sir Connor. Merlin's face fell. He didn't exactly hate Sir Connor because the knight was very loyal and friendly, but he was always looking at him in a very intimidating way that was making him squirm uneasily. If he would say one word to Uther about it, he was sure of it that Sir Connor would be stripped off his title and then he would be lucky. In the worst case Uther would have him flogged for even looking at his consort.
Yes, Merlin learnt first-hand how possessive his forced marital partner was. There was Sir Richard not yet three weeks ago. Sir Richard had the task of escorting Merlin through the castle, but suddenly backed Merlin up against the wall, wanting to kiss him, just as Uther rounded the corner and he was caught in the action. At that moment, Merlin was actually sort of happy Uther was there. He tore the Knight from him and ordered the guards to get him out of his sight.
Merlin never saw Sir Richard after that.
Merlin sat upright in the large four-poster bed now. Knees drawn up to conceal at least a bit of his nakedness and to shield himself from the cold.
Uther wrapped his arms around the small form and kissed him on the hair, softly threading his fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. "I knew you would get used to it soon my love." He kissed again, now on his temple. "Soon, you'll be begging me for it. And I will give it to you."
Uther spoke with softness and Merlin felt shivers traveling through his spine. The softness made him sick and he wanted it to stop and hoping that the King would just stop touching him for one second. The words started to truly sink in and Merlin's head shot up, only to look straight into those grey eyes he was avoiding this whole time. He would never beg for it.
A knock swirled through the room and the guard presented that the manservant was present.
Uther cupped his consort's head in both his hands. "I have other matters to attend too. But dine with me tonight."
"Okay." Merlin said low, barely a whisper. It was the first thing he said this whole time he'd been with Uther and the said man smiled, bending forward for one last chaste kiss before swiftly moving out the room. As he opened the door and saw the manservant bowing he said, "You have your orders boy."
"Y-yes my lord." Jonathan answered quickly, bowing once more as the King passed him.
When Jon entered the room and closed the door behind him. He turned to the bed, only to find the same image he always saw when he entered the room after the King had his way. Merlin hugging a pillow, his head pressed tightly into it and his shoulders shaking with the tears he let out.
Merlin always tried to stay strong when he was in Uther's present, but Jon knew better and tried his best to comfort Merlin and getting him washed and dressed so he wouldn't feel so dirty and exposed.
"I'm sorry." Merlin said to his servant when he was fully dressed again.
"Merlin." Jon sighed. "You know I don't mind it, hell you have every right too!" Merlin winced, partly because he knew how angry and inflated Jon could react at times when talking about the deeds the King did, that he had no right to use Merlin like that.
"You know I don't have a choice. Not while…" He started to lower his voice to say the name. "Arthur's life is at stake."
Jon had already opened his mouth to reply, but a second knock on the door could be heard and the knight presenting himself. Merlin inhaled deeply and bid him to enter. Jon had taken a respective distance between himself and Merlin and stood hands clasped in front of him and head slightly bowed behind Merlin.
The knight entered and bowed. "Sire, I've been instructed to escort you to the physician's chambers."
AN. So, Merlin having slight Stockholm Syndrom and slightly not haha. It's a complicated case.