Arthur felt agitated, the more time that passed the more out of sorts he felt. He had been pacing around his office for hours, hoping and praying for Mordred to call. Grabbing his keys and his phone off his desk he headed to the door. He had thought Gwaine was asleep, but the fact was that as soon as Arthur had grabbed his keys he'd jumped up off the couch to follow him.

"Arthur is there a particular place that we are running off to?" Gwaine asked.

Not saying anything Arthur continued to the elevators which seemed to take forever yet he knew that wasn't really true, he was just frustrated with everything. Where was Merlin? Why hadn't he called? Was he blowing this all out of proportion? He didn't feel like he was, he was certain that Merlin and he had been on the same page. He knew that something wasn't right but what? It was now Thursday and Merlin had been gone for almost four days, he felt like the sun had disappeared from his life and that he was in perpetual darkness. What was the start of this whole situation? Was there a common denominator that he was missing? Turning to look at Gwaine he felt like he'd been sucker punched.
"What is it Arthur? You look like you've seen a ghost." Arthur grabbed Gwaine's elbow propelling him in to the elevator that had just opened.

"Gwaine, I think Merlin's been kidnapped and I'm almost certain I know who did it."

Arthur watched Gwaine's face and could see his confusion. "Gwaine, think about it. Who told me about Merlin leaving on Monday?"

"You said Giles told you, "

"Yes, that's right, he did. Now maybe just maybe I'm not reading this right, but don't you think that Merlin would have told me his self about his mother being in an accident? If for no other reason than to appear professional, but if you also add into the equation that we have a relationship of sorts beginning it would make all the more sense to say something to me, be it in person, or via a phone call? Let's also consider the fact that I haven't actually spoken to him on the phone these last few days, the only thing I've gotten are texts that aren't even Merlin like. I can't explain how Merlin is in a text, but I could let you read the ones that I have from before Monday evening and the ones after that evening." Groaning Arthur suddenly felt his stomach clench.

"What if he's hurt him Gwaine?" Arthur whispered in horror.

"Now Arthur you're leaping to some very big conclusions here. We don't know that Merlin has been kidnapped or if Giles is involved. Look I'll tell you what we'll do, let's go over to his place right now and see how he acts. You can pretend that you have something he needs to know about for tomorrow and I'll act like my charming self." Sighing Arthur pulled at his hair, what did he have to lose?

Merlin's world had narrowed down to the sensations of his body; his mind was fuzzy almost drunk feeling. He wasn't sure what was happening, yet his body seemed to know what to do. The hands running over his now naked body were soft and hot, he groaned and felt his body arch into the fingers that were pinching his nipples. He couldn't think, only feel what was happening. He tried to get his eyes to focus on the person leaning over him, the only thing he could make out was blonde hair, Arthur his mind whispered.
He could feel a hot wet mouth pressing kisses down his navel, he was so hard that he throbbed, moaning he tried to guide the mouth by lifting his hips, he wanted to put his hands in all that blonde hair but for some reason they couldn't cooperate. He felt like he was going to explode, yet he couldn't seem to find relief from the intense throbbing. He felt tears gathering in his eyes as he felt the hot moist breath so close to where he needed it, just feeling it waft over the throbbing head.

"Merlin, tell me about Arthur."

The voice said, making Merlin tremble. He felt just barely felt the tip of the hot wet tongue run against his throbbing length, it happened again and again until he was sobbing with need, his mind confused, and hazy. His heart was beating so fast and so hard it felt like it would explode in his chest, tilting his head back and arching his body in desperation, a scream left his throat.

Arthur froze with his hand lifted to knock on the door; he heard a muffled scream from inside. He didn't need any further incentive to step back and ball his coat over his fist before punching through the class on the door, he quickly reached around to unlock the dead bolt and shove the door open. He tried to walk quickly and quietly into the hall, pausing to listen again. He could hear sobbing now and his heart nearly stopped in his chest as he heard another tortured scream. He felt Gwaine behind him gesture towards a door. Moving as a team they opened it quietly, seeing stairs leading downward.

Trying to be cautious as well as quiet Arthur moved down the first three steps, the sobbing was loud now, Arthur moved down another four steps the scene coming into his view took his breath as fury filled his chest. His Merlin was naked, bound with his hands and feet behind his back, he was on his knees on a bed, sobbing quietly. Arthur wasn't even conscious of moving from the stairs and throwing the man away from Merlin, he wasn't aware of his fists beating the man he was on top of, the images of Merlin on the bed sobbing playing a continuous loop in his mind. He felt arms around him pulling at him.

"Arthur, stop! It's me Gwaine. Come on now, you'll beat him to death, stop!"

His breath heaving in and out of his lungs Arthur shook Gwaine off staggering to Merlin. He took his face into his hands gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. Looking into Merlin's eyes fury flushed through him, it was obvious by the way his eyes are dilated that he's been drugged.

"Merlin, I'm here now, you're safe. Do you hear me? It's going to be okay." Arthur murmured as he stroked Merlin's hair.

"Arthur I've called for help, it should be here soon. George is over here too and he doesn't look to good."