Title: The legend of a Warlock who Served the Once and Future King

Author: Lamiabellascrittore

Rating: T+

Warnings: Violence, sexual content, adult situations and more- deal with it. There is more to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, or any of the characters. If I did there would be a season six, seven, eight, and so on, and a movie, of course.

Spoilers: Possibly.

Summary: Merlin and Arthur go on a mission that was supposed to be strictly reconnaissance. However, nothing ever goes as planned, and they get separated. Merlin is kidnapped by Morgana and Arthur must find a way to rescue his ever loyal servant. But, will Arthur still save Merlin after he learns Merlin has magic? This story is building up to the battle of Camlann. The sequel to this one.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first Published Fan Fiction. Please read and review.

If you liked it I will continue. Please be kind. ;) The more you review the more likely it is that I will continue this story and more. Sorry for any errors, it becomes difficult after editing it so many times. It becomes a lot like a word repeated over and over again until it no longer makes any sense.

I hope you enjoy...

Chapter 16

Fight for Control

He holds her fate in his hands...

She holds his heart in hers.

Morgana watched Merlin sip at the mead she had provided. He stared out the window. The swollen moon hung high in the clear night sky with only a single lonely star to its lower left. He had stripped off his cloak and blood drenched shirt and stood bare chested in his trousers still barefooted. Merlin no longer felt the cold on his feet so it didn't bother him. His scars stood out against his pale skin in the moons glow adding a unique beauty to his well sculpted body.

Morgana didn't quite know what to think of him really. He was an enigma. Something she wanted to take apart and find out what made him do the things he did. Merlin had admitted that he had killed Fredrick and his brother only after she had confronted him about the dagger and blood. It wasn't like he could deny anything. He was covered in blood. Morgana would have put the pieces together when she saw the brother's room.

She knew they should be at the party. She should have already made her appearance but she couldn't bring herself to to leave. She wasn't sure what she wanted. Well. She wasn't sure what she wanted was what was best. She knew what she wanted to do to Merlin. She wanted to punish him, to control him, she wanted to push him past his limits, to see how far she could take him before he detonated. She knew that unbridled passion. He carried it with him even in the bedroom and she desperately wanted to feel it now.

Merlin was starting to feel the effects of the mead. He started to feel lighter. His annoyance and anger started to subside. He heard Morgana move. He tensed. He took a big gulp from his cup. He looked into the clear amber liquid. It burned in the most delicious way. He looked back at the beautiful night sky. He listened to Morgana as she moved closer.

"I think it best, Morgana, if you stay out of arms reach for the moment." Merlin advised.

She paused and watched as he drained the last of his drink. He thought it was better if Morgana stayed away from him in his current mood. The mead wasn't helping his already straining control. If she pushed him right now he couldn't be liable for his actions. He had warned her.

The mead raced through him. A rush of heat that spread through his whole body. He sighed as the last of his rage turned into a low simmering boil.

"Come sit down." Morgana said.

He looked back at her with a raised brow. Did she think that because they were sitting amiably together as allies that he wouldn't lash out at her?

Merlin set his silver cup on the table as he walked past it. Morgana sat down at her dressing table and crossed her legs, facing him. Merlin pulled up a chair and sat across from her. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned towards her. He looked at her with dark eyes.

Morgana shifted under his stare. When he looked at her like that, like she was prey and he the predator, he resembled the The Great Dragon's Dragon Lord, Balinor. That roguish nature that danced in Merlin's eyes was captured perfectly in the portrait of the once young Dragon Lord.

"You know you look like him." Morgana suddenly blurted.

"Hmm?" Merlin hummed. He dragged his eyes away from her lips and looked into her green eyes.

"You look like him. Balinor." She repeated. She looked at Merlin intently as his eyes focused on her. She had obviously interrupted some deep thought. "The man you and Arthur went to get when the Great Dragon attacked."

Merlin didn't move. Didn't so much as twitch. She could not know he was a Dragon Lord, let alone the very last. If she ever managed to get control over him the devastation she could bring would be catastrophic.

"Must be a trick of the light." Merlin said assuredly. "I had no idea who the man really was." He leaned back in his chair.

That was the truth. He didn't know what kind of a man this Balinor was. He only knew that he loved his father whether he knew him or not. They were the same in a lot of ways and in the end he had saved Merlin's life. It still pained him to remember those final moments with his father.

"Mm." Morgana hummed. She crossed her arms over her breasts drawing Merlin's gaze. "Indeed."

Merlin licked his dry lips restlessly. His anger only barely stanched. He wanted to take her and let his pent up anger and desire be let lose. To control her as she has tried to do to him.

Morgana watched him with a knowing smirk. "You know." She drew the words out. Merlin looked up at her slowly. His eyes hooded. "When I first stumbled upon this place I didn't know what to think. That was until I ran into with a High priest of the Old Religion." She smiled. Dimples flashing. She didn't smile often, but when she did, she glowed. Even, Merlin thought disturbed, when she was smiling sadistically. With arms crossed she leaned towards him."He was protecting this place." She said conspiratorially.

"From people like you, most likely." Merlin laughed rebukingly. Her spine snapped straight and she leaned slightly away from him. " Did you kill the poor man?" Merlin said cheekily. He winked at her tauntingly. She scowled murderously at him. Merlin gave one short laughed at her scowl.

"No." She snorted. "He's in the catacombs. It's where all the important books, prophecy's and spells are kept." She said, almost offended."This place," Morgana said motioning around her. "Was where the Dragon Lords gathered and sought shelter." She went on. "A safe haven. This used to be a place of beauty and promise. Now it is only a tomb for those Uther destroyed."

"If you're trying to convince me on how horrible a ruler King Uther was don't waste your breath." Merlin interrupted. "We all know Uther was a tyrant." Merlin was irritated that she was so stuck on Uther when he has been dead for years. "We've been down this path before."

She stood up irritated and paced away from him. She reached for her shoes on the ground and held onto her dresser to keep her balance and put them on. She reached for something in the dresser and tossed it at Merlin. He was unprepared. His magic jumped to his aid and caught the garments before they hit the ground.

"Get dressed." She stared a moment before she remembered herself. She shook out her hair, still not used to Merlin using magic so easily and walked to the door. "I'll be missed at the party if we don't go now." Morgana looked over her shoulder at him. "We should announce you as my second and commander of my army."

Merlin was so sick of her ordering him around. He let the clothes fall to the floor.

Morgana turned on him. "What are you doing? Get dressed." Morgana fumed arms on her hips.

Merlin was done listening. He stretched out his hand towards her and shoved her into the wall. With a twist of his hand he flipped her around so her back was to him. She glared at him over her shoulder but her heart started to race. Her eyes dilated and her breathing kicked up. Merlin ignored her and stood up. He walked towards her with long strides eating up the space between them. Her nipples tightened and tingled. Craving attention. He towered over her.

"What are you doing?" Morgana repeated.

"Were are partners now." Merlin declared softly. "I am not your slave. I am your equal. You do not get to order me around." He lifted a piece of her hair, twisted it around his finger before he let it bounce back into place. "If anything" He breathed, pressing himself firmly against her. "You are beholden to me as your King."

Morgana panted hard and shoved against his bare chest. He didn't budge. She was beholden to no one. She was supposed to be queen! She shoved again. He wouldn't move. In frustration she shoved him with her magic.

"Aha." She cried out in frustration. Merlin stumbled back a step. "You may be King to the Druids, but you are not my king." She roared. "You are still a lowly servant to me, to the world and to Arthur."

"Don't test me now Morgana. I assure you." Merlin stared at her levelly. "You will fail. If I am to lead your army then I am your equal." Merlin pointed out.

Morgana quietly seethed. She didn't trust herself to speak. She turned on her heels and started to walk away.

Merlin grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. He was struggling with his pants by the time she had swung the door open and turned down the hall, leaving Merlin scrambling to tie his trousers. Slowly he followed after her. Merlin wasn't far behind her. She hadn't even reached the en o the hall. He was close enough that he could see the individual leaves embroidered into her emerald and gold gown. The gold pattern wrapped around her waist to rest over her womb. The vines of leaves like the arms of mother nature.

At each sway of her hips Merlin was gifted with the dress tightening and cradling her body just right. Merlin felt himself harden just a little. As Merlin's frustration grew, so did his desire. He liked to provoker her. He liked to play with the fire inside her. Her demons played well with his.

Morgana felt his eyes on her. It was like the heat of a candle when she let her hand hover over it too long. The longer he looked, the longer she held her hand over that flame and the more she burned.

Merlin's hand twitched. He saw Morgana falter just a step as his magic tugged at her dress. He flicked his fingers and suddenly she felt her something tug her skirts. Suddenly they flew up into her face baring her to him. She struggled to straighten her dress out. She wore nothing under her gown. Merlin swallowed thickly. His mouth suddenly dry.

Morgana's face heated in surprise. She glared mutely at him. He winked at her. She growled and stormed off towards the stairs. She didn't feel like playing games right now. Merlin's laugh followed her as she stormed down a flight of stairs, heels clicking.

Merlin fallowed her at a slower pace. He thought he got his point across. He would be her army's commander as an equal, but at a price. Although the price was so much higher for him than Morgana. She had nothing to lose. Merlin had everything to lose.

Merlin made his way sluggishly down the stairs. Morgana was no where to be seen. She was probably already in the snake's den soothing the savage beasts of civilization. Merlin's gut clenched. He didn't want to be at this party. It wasn't something he could enjoy. He wanted to go to sleep actually. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He was beyond exhausted. The only reason he was probably still alert was the odd mixture of the adrenalin Morgana produced in him and his magic.

Merlin rounded another corner. Another corridor. But this time it was lined with large open windows. He could see the sun peeking through the clouds that clung to the far mountains. He shivered as a particularly cold wind swept through the windows and assaulted him. Whipping his hair and clothes into an untidy mess. It was strange. How time seemed to slip through his fingers so easily. It was already twilight of the next day. The party was coming to a close.

He continued on. He straightened his clothes. He didn't bother with his hair. He could see it anyhow. The closer he got the the main halls doors the louder the silence became. Harsh voices and high squealing laughs pierced his senses. He slipped through the door and maneuvered around the peripheral of the gathering without interacting with another soul. That was until he heard a familiar cry. He stopped in his tracks and his head snapped to the left. His eyes roamed over the men and women. He briefly spotted Morgana talking with the people gathered. She looked at him with an unreadable expression before he continued to search for what drew his attention.

Morgana was explaining that Emrys would be leading the sorcerer and steel army. That their donations will not be in vain.

"Take a look around you. At the many fine sorcerers on display." Morgana said. Indicating all the young men with shiny silver cuffs on their wrists. "Any who survive the coming culling will be up for auction. Only the best for you." She smiled stiffly.

Morgana felt a stirring in the air. She looked up. Her next words died on her lips. She felt it when ever Merlin was near her. She used to think it only awareness but now she recognized it for what it was. It was the very air shifting in the wake of such power. The very earth greeted him.