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. There most likely will be a sequel if you all want.
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 17
A restless hunger
Morgana spotted Merlin at the back of the room. He was looking for something when their eyes clashed together. As soon a his eyes connected with hers she felt something akin to lighting striking he core. She swallowed. He looked wind blown. His eyes were extraordinarily bright and shiny. His cheeks and noes slightly red as if caressed by an extremely cold wind making the scar on his cheek stand out all the more. His hair was tossed and his lips looked as if he had been properly kissed. His eyes jerked away from her still searching for what ever grabbed his attention.
She knew when he found what he was looking for because he suddenly moved, stealthily stalking through the crowd towards a nobleman who had a young sorcerer forcibly sitting on his lap. Morgana watched fascinated as walked towards him calmly.
Merlin stalked towards them. He didn't intent to harm the man only tell him to let young William go and remove himself from Merlin's sight less he do something he wont regret. Merlin saw someone out of the corner of his eye matching his progress step for step. Cedric. He he wasn't looking at anyone but the crowd around where Merlin walked as if assessing the danger around the young warlock.
William didn't know what was happening. When the guards came to get him and his brothers and put silver cuffs on each one of them he could freely admit he was scared. Terrified in fact. The party was huge and the people intimidating. But he was not nearly as terrified as he was when some strange man grabbed him from behind and sat him in his lap. William yelped and tried to get away but the man was stronger than him.
William tried to defend himself with magic but forgot about the cuffs preventing it and a shock of pain lanced up his arms into his shoulders before disappearing. He moaned in pain. It was useless. Even if he had access to his magic he wasn't good at battle magic, not like his older brothers. He was a healer. He was good with herbs.
"What's your name, little one?" The man breathed. "I'm Lord Harris. If you survive the culling you're
coming home with me."
"No. Let me go." William squirmed. Lord Harris tightened his hand on the back of his neck. William cried out again, louder from the painful sensation shooting down his spine and back up into his neck. William couldn't move. He was like a cat caught by the scruff of the neck.
"Lord Harris, was it?" A voice interrupted calmly. "I believe he asked to be let go."
Lord Harris turned to the voice with a sneer. "Mind your own business, servant." He spat. He looked him up and down and noticed he had on no cuffs or collar but it was obvious the man had worn them at some point, and beaten for his insubordinate tongue if all the scars were any indication to go by.
"Release the boy. He is not for your amusement."
"But he is isn't he?" Lord Harris said. He glanced at Morgana and back. Why was she letting this servant harass him? He stood up forcing William to move with him. His hand still clamped painfully around the back of his neck. William cried out again.
"Let him go." Merlin ordered dangerously low. He grit his teeth. Trying to reign in his emotions. "I am not going to ask again." Merlin warned.
Lord Harris only answer was to pull a dagger from his waist and press it to the soft spot under Williams chin.
Merlin saw this and reacted instinctively. His eyes flashed gold. One hand flew out and yanked the dagger away from Williams throat, the dagger shot from his hand up into the ceiling where it embedded all the way to the hilt, while his other hand snapped out and choked Lord Harris with his magic. Everyone in a five foot radius backed up with exclamations of fright and surprise. They were afraid of him. He couldn't blame them. He was afraid of himself too.
Lord Harris still didn't release William. Merlin's hand tightened into a claw, cutting of his air completely. "Are you always this stupid," Merlin asked irritated. "Or is today a special occasion?" Merlin asked. His eyes narrowing.
"Lord Harris." Morgana snapped. Intending to end this before Merlin made a mess. "If you would be so tolerant as to release the boy and do as he asks."
"Why should I listen. He is just a servant." Lord Harris sneered.
"Lord Harris." Morgana hissed. "Do not forget whose house you are in." Morgana glowered. She looked over to Merlin. "Let him go."
"No. Not until the leach releases the boy."
"Emrys." Morgana finally snapped. Merlin's head snapped to her. A flare of anger and agitation ignited. A swirling vortex of gold sparked to life deep in the blue of his eyes. He felt his upper lip rise in a snarl. Merlin looked back at Lord Harris intensely. He gave a final squeeze to his neck before he reluctantly released him.
As soon as Lord Harris was released he let go of the kid as if he had been burned tossing him away from himself. William hit the floor with a gasp and scooted back away from them. William rubbed the back of his neck to try to erase the pain. Darrin and James showed up at William's side and took him to sit in the back with the rest of the shackled sorcerers.
Merlin glared at Lord Harris's retreating back. He peeled his gaze away from him and turned to Morgana. She motioned for him to join her. He held in a sigh and straightened his shoulders. He made his way carefully towards her. Once he reached the small three steps up that lead up to her throne she offered him her hand. With one foot poised on the first step he hesitated. Merlin looked from her offered hand, up her slender arm to her sharp green eyes.
Merlin steeled himself and went up the remaining stares to stand by her side. With a feeling a deep dread he put his hand in hers and they faced the nobles who would be funding a blood bath.
"War is coming and the end will determine the winner." Morgana said victoriously. She smiled. "Now enjoy the rest of the evening. Come day break the count down to the culling begins. See you in three days."
She left them smiling and laughing and talking about the event to come. She pulled Merlin from the room. As soon as they were away from the festivities Merlin tugged his had from hers.
"Don't make war sound like some exciting and thrilling game." Merlin said disgustingly. He followed her up the stares. He had to jog to keep up with her. "This will be a massacre no matter how many lives spared, you know this right?" Morgana kept going up the stares. "You will have to wade through blood to win this war, because war doesn't determine who the winner is, it tells who is left."
"Merlin" Morgana cautioned. She said it just as Arthur would. It sent a sickeningly sweet jolt of pain into his heart. He hadn't thought about Arthur for he didn't know how long.
"You know there are no other choices. Your fighting for the wrong cause. Camelot is not going to house magic. Arthur is not going to save us." Morgana stressed sadly. She sighed. She wished it was other wise. She did, but Arthur was too much like his father to see reason. With Morgana on the throne magic had a chance.
They reached the level her rooms were on. She didn't slowdown. She was at her bedroom door.
"Morgana," Merlin snapped to get her attention. She turned around and glared at him. "You forget." Merlin snapped riled. He crowded her, walking her back trapping her between the wall and his body. "We're not fighting for a cause here. Were fighting for a people. Our people." Merlin tried to reason with her. He wasn't helping her so that she would get the throne. He wasn't bargaining Arthur live for Arthur's throne. He was bargaining Arthur's trust for Albion's future. He was, hopefully, helping her realize she was fighting for a cause that was no longer relevant. That Arthur loved her and that he was the right man, the best king for the responsibility to bring magic back. "And that means sparing as many, if not all, of them including Arthur and the people of Camelot not just those tied to magic and the Old Religion."
"Why?" She snapped. "All Camelot's Kings have done is persecute and hunt our kind. Why should I spare them when they never showed us any kindness."
"But Arthur did didn't he?" Merlin asked softly.
Merlin went to step away from her but she had her hands tightened into fists clenching his shirt at his waist. How could he convince her that her brother wasn't like his father, and Arthur still loved Morgana she was his sister and the only living family he had left. He cradled her face in his hands gently when in actuality he wanted to wring her throat. "He has shown he can separate magic from a mans actions. Why cant you separate a son from his fathers?"
Morgana opened her mouth and then shut it with an audible snap. She didn't have an answer. She loved Arthur. She did. Even before she knew he was her brother, she loved him as if he already were. But there was that hatred that she had unintentionally let Uther instill in her that tainted the love she clearly saw shine from Arthur's heartbroken eyes. All she saw staring at her was Uther, the man who murdered hundreds.
Morgana leaned her forehead against his. " I see what your doing, Merlin." Morgana breathed. "It wont work. It will change nothing. You can't fix this. You can't fix me." Because she wasn't broken she was pissed off .
Merlin closed his eyes as if he were in actual physical pain. He waited a minute before he opened his eyes. When he did they shone with a bright blue with sparks of gold fire. No. He couldn't could he? He thought bitterly to himself.
"Stop trying to save me when your the one who tried to kill me first." She growled. "Yours is the hand that pushed me over the edge into the arms of chaos in the first place."
He glared at her another moment. Not knowing it he wanted to kiss her or kill her. She licked her lips. Merlin maneuvered his knee between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together arching into him. He felt his cock harden against her.
"Morgana," He whispered into her ear rubbing his cheek against her jaw. "In your quest for heaven you have discovered the devil in you and you love it." He breathed. He nipped her earlobe. "Don't blame me for your madness. You were made to end lives." He declared. She protested. "Shh." He hushed her coarsely. He leaned back and looked at her. "I'm not trying to save you. I'm trying to dissuade you." He knew she believed she was the hero in her story so there was no changing her ultimate goal but he could try and change the way she went about achieving that goal. Either way he feared it would end with both her and Arthur's death.
She pursed her lips angrily holding in her words. Her eyes shined dangerously and her cheeks burned pink. Her lips parted slightly and her pink tong darted out to wet her lips. He molded his body into hers and with a tortured moan he took her lips roughly. He took control of the fear, pain and darkness running rampant through him like a plague.
Morgana kissed him just as passionately. She pressed into him trying to meld them together. She couldn't get close enough. She was taking as much as he was willing to give and more. Morgana thrust into him. Craving more. She moaned into his kiss and nipped his bottom lip. She pushed into him and he stumbled back and tripped. He fell back taking her with him. It didn't faze them in the least when they hit the floor. Morgana sat up and straddled him. Her hips trust into him needing friction. He groaned loudly. His head tossed back exposing his throat.
Morgana leaned down."Shh." Morgana hissed into his ear and covered his mouth with her hand and bit his collarbone hard.
Merlin growled at her and shook her hand off. He rolled them and pressed her into the floor. He gave her a scorching kiss and leaned back. He hovered above her kneeling between her legs. She lay spread out on the floor a personal banquet. His mouth watered for a taste. She lifted her knees lightly and her lavender dress rose above her knees inviting him to touch.
Merlin's hands tracked up her feet over the strap of her white high heel shoes and over her ankles. His fingers caressed her flesh with confidence. She shivered and her thighs quivered. Goosebumps broke out wherever his fingers traveled. He traced the shape of her legs following the path under her dress.
Merlin let his hands glide up and around towards her back side. He squeezed her plump rear. No undergarments. She never did around him. He dug his nails into her ringing a breathy gasp from her red lips. She arched up seeking a relief he continued to deny her.
Merlin smiled wickedly. He leaned back over her and braced one arm above her head while the other traveled from her hip to hover hover over her aching mound. She arched again, trying to impale herself on his fingers. He paused. He clenched his fingers into a fist and withdrew his hand denying what she needed most. Merlin shook his head. He wanted to do this but some how denying himself helped keep a modicum of his innocence where she has robbed him of almost everything else. He grit his teeth and knelt on his knees trying to shake away the fog of lust and desire.
"Stop holding back," Morgana growled at him.
Merlin glowered down at her his jaw working in ire. Fighting a silent battle. He had to hold back. Had he let his desire take over he didn't know what he was liable to do in his fit of lust, hate and rage. Mutely he stood up. They looked at each other for a long tense moment. The air so thick it crackled with energy. Merlin's col-bolt blue eyes clashed with her emerald green ones.
He wanted to grab her and drive into her hard and furious. He wanted to wring a cry of pleasure and pain from those beautiful lips. He wanted to- Merlin stopped his thoughts in their tracks. He dropped her hand as if he'd been burned and without another word turned on his heel and marched down the hallway back the way they had come.
Merlin walked on and left her lying on the floor lost in her thoughts. He didn't want to be near her right now but he didn't know where else to go so he headed to the dungeons for some much needed rest. He felt he could sleep for a week straight.
Morgana didn't try and stop Merlin as he left. She didn't care where he went or if he would try and leave. Distantly she hopped he was able to find some peaceful rest before the culling. He would of course be the one to cull out the best, brightest and strongest and dispose of the rest.
Morgana sighed heavily. She stayed there on the floor and stretched her legs out and crossed them at the ankles. She her arms thrown out at her sides. She burned for him in the most deliciously agonizing way. Her nipples tightened and sang for attention but received none. She pouted. She eventually got up and went to her rooms.