A/N: M/M Yaoi homoerotic sex ahead. If you do not want to read this, than wait until the next chapter to continue this story. No flaming or bad critisism either. Thank you and have a nice day.

~Reiya


Another Merlin fic. I don't own it, BBC does though. This came to me after much reading of Merlin fanfiction. (I've become obsessed with Merlin fanfiction.) It will be slightly dark, not sure how dark, but there will be some violence and of course lots of smut, though that's later in the story. [sigh] I just love this pairing. Again I don't own these Merlin characters and be warned that this is a YAOI story, so don't read if you don't like that style.

Until Next Time

~Reiya

Chapter 8.

Arthur had him stand there for a second as he brought the two bed rolls together, making a larger sleeping area. When he was done, he turned back to him, beckoning with a finger over to the makeshift bed. "Sit down and take off your boots." He instructed.

Doing as told, he unlaced them, tugging his feet out of them. He'd always hated them anyways. The hurt his feet, making them feel squished, when he'd rather feel the earth and grass under and between his toes.

Arthur grabbed the boots, setting them over to where he'd put his. Merlin watched him turn around, the look in his eyes making him think of a predator with it's prey cornered. Coming towards him, he sat down next to him, hand reaching out to wrap around the back of his neck. A tug and Arthur's lips were on his again, more forceful than before.

Merlin let him, enjoying the sensations coursing through his body. A hand at his chest was pushing gently, slowly forcing him back until he was laying flat in his back with Arthur leaning over him again.

The hand at his chest slide up leisurely, sliding along clothe and skin until it reached his face, cradling the pale cheek that was slowly becoming flushed. Leaning down, he kissed again, harder, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip, making him gasp at the sensation. Arthur took advantage of this, slowly sliding in, tongue exploring him. Smooth cheeks, ridged roof, rough tongue, slick and slightly sharp teeth.

He shivered from the contact, a small moan escaping his throat almost unwillingly. This was so new and yet felt right. Like when he'd first started to use his magic as a child. Letting instinct take over, he felt his arms move, hands sliding up until they threaded through the blond strands. The strands were silky and soft, sliding through his fingers with ease and with little resistance from knots.

Arthur pulled back slightly, looking down at him. He smiled again, his own fingers winding through short thick ebony strands. The light of the fire flickered through a crack in the front of the tent, casting his cheek bones into sharp relief, made the dark strands shine both orange and blue. "Merlin…?" The question hung between them, waiting for permission from the sorcerer.

He nodded, biting his lip as he felt a wave of something flow through his body to settle low in his abdomen. It sat there, getting larger and drawing in tighter at each new feeling, each touch and kiss. He felt slightly nervous of what it meant, of what was to come. Yet, he felt safe here, with Arthur holding him like this, safer than he'd felt in a long time and it helped ease the nerves until they were nonexistent.

He leaned down again, capturing his lips sweetly as one of his hands extracted themselves from his hair, traveling down his body till it reached the hem of his tunic. The rough material had bunched up slightly as he lay there.

Arthur slowly slide his hand under the fabric, testing to see how he would react. As roughened fingertips met smooth skin, he felt a tingle shoot through his veins. His breathing hitched slightly as more skin came into contact until Arthur's whole hand was resting against his flat stomach.

The muscles in his abdomen were twitching maddeningly, the heat from the dry palm seeping into his flesh. Than the fingers were moving, tracing slow lines of fire across skin and muscle. The designs started to inch higher, until by the time his hand reached his chest, Merlin was breathing irregularly and his shirt was bunched up underneath his back and armpits.

Arthur stared down at the pale skin that had been exposed. A few scars dotted here and there, but it remained almost completely unmarred. He bent down and kissed just above the belly button, tongue flicking out to catch a brief taste of that tempting flesh.

He could feel the muscles underneath his lips jump at the taste and smiled against his stomach. His reactions were refreshing, so pure and unguarded. With that feeling came an even deeper one, a need to posses, to claim and defile. To have Merlin wanting, begging him, even when he didn't know what it was he wanted.

He pulled back and lifted him up slightly, helping him out of his shirt. It landed in a heap somewhere in the tent, but neither cared as he stole another kiss. He pressed into his mouth, dominating with tongue and teeth as the paler male just held on for dear life.

He could feel his hands clutching at his back and shoulders. They trembled slightly…and than he realized that it might not be just lust that made them tremble. He gentled the kiss, hands reaching up to cup his face in a gentle hold that contradicted the harsh need clawing through his veins just under the skin.

They pulled apart, breathing uneven and a small, thankful smile crossed his face at what Arthur was doing for him. He could feel the tension in his shoulders and back as he held himself in check. It didn't take a genius to realize that Arthur was holding back, but it certainly helped steady his nerves.

He let his hand reach up to brush the blond strands from out of his eyes, his fingers trailing down his face and neck to rest over his beating heart. It was strong and steady, if a little fast. Taking a quick breath to steady himself, he gripped the clothe underneath his palm and tugged lightly up, trying to convey a message without words.

He watched as Arthur looked down at his hand than back up at his face as he realized what Merlin wanted him to do. Silently, he sat up, and tugged at the clothe until his torso was bared to his seeking gaze.

He hadn't realized just how different they were compared to each other. Where he was lean bordering skinny, Arthur was muscled and broad. Pale skin stood in contrast to gold. He reached out tentatively, fingertips running slowly over defined muscle. He watched in wonder as muscles jumped and twitched, feeling the raw pour just underneath the surface.

If ever there had been someone he would be willing to submit to, Arthur was the one. Years of wolf instincts were screaming at him to submit, but he didn't want to, not yet anyways. He wanted Arthur to force him, to use that raw power and strength to take complete control over him.

The knowledge alone was a heady thing, making his mind spin as his hands continued to travel over toned chest and shoulders, down defined arms to stop at the hands resting on either side of his head.

He could see it, that flash of defiance. His hands clenched into the bedding underneath him as a mental growl sounded in his head. A cheeky smile spread over his pale face. It was on then. He would give Merlin something to smile about, even if it wasn't very funny.

He grabbed at his wrists, pinning them on each side of his head, grinning down at him as the paler male strained against his grip. He wanted to play the game of dominance, than two could play it. He leaned down and kissed him again. He shifted his body, bringing it the rest of the way over his body until he straddled his waist.

He pulled back. "Merlin." His voice came out sounding like gravel, low and roughened. He felt the barely discernible shiver run up his body. Fuel for the fire. He kissed him again, hard and than pulled back and started to kiss down his jaw line, stopping at the spot behind his ear, sucking harshly until he withered underneath him. Continuing on, he traveled down his neck, leaving red marks wherever he felt like.

He realized, with some amusement, that this had started to get out of his control. He'd wanted to take things slow and gentle. Something about Merlin made him throw those plans out the window. It was his first time, so he would be gentle, but it didn't mean he had to cuddle him. No, this was something deeper, darker, more animalistic. He was claiming this man, marking him as his and his alone.

Merlin could feel the change in him almost instantly. The leader in him, the being that lived to give commands and to be followed, had taken his challenge to heart. The challenge to one's power, whether animal or man, was never taken lightly. Arthur was going to make sure he knew his place…and he wanted it. That thought made his lungs stutter momentarily, his knees going weak.

His hands twitched, wanting to touch more of this man that hovered above him. Arthur restrained him, not letting him do what he wanted most. Instead, he kissed down his body, biting and sucking at his skin. Merlin's skin was becoming even more hypersensitive, shocks traveling through his body at the merest touch.

Than Arthur stopped just above his left nipple, breath ghosting over that sensitive piece of flesh. He felt his breath hitch, begging silently for Arthur to continue. He remained frustratingly still, just waiting. With a low growl, Merlin arched his back, begging for the touch he craved.

He felt his smirk as his lips brushed softly across the hardening nub. His breath hissed out softly at the touch, mostly because it wasn't enough. The rest was because Arthur knew what he was doing to him, and he was taking delight in torturing him. "Arthur…" He tried to sound angry, but it just came out slightly breathless, more a whine than a growl.

The sound of his voice, begging for something he didn't even know about, made his mind crow in triumph. He didn't delay though as he complied to Merlin's plea. His mouth descended onto the tempting flesh, blowing hot breath against the sensitized skin. He felt it harden even more. He traced around and around it with his tongue, savoring the taste as he listened to Merlin's near silent moans.

Shifting slightly, he ran careful teeth over heated skin, scraping softly. Merlin cried out at the feeling above him, arms straining even more as he fought Arthur's hold. He started to worry at it, biting gently before blowing on it gently, trying to sooth the irritated flesh somewhat.

He didn't give Merlin time to recover, giving the right nipple the same treatment as the first. By the time he had finished, Merlin was panting harshly, sweat beading on his forehead. It was almost time, but there was one more thing he had to do first. He would make him submit, no matter how many dirty tricks he had to use.

He went back up to his mouth, kissing him languidly as his tongue licked the inside of his mouth, drawing out a soft moan from him. He sucked softly at the tongue pushing at him, dominating him easily. He pulled back, teeth running over his lower lip in a soft bite.

Merlin's eyes were glazed over, his breath coming out in pants, his face flushed. With his kiss reddened lips and disheveled hair, he looked positively edible…but he hadn't completely submitted yet. He shifted his hands up, using one to hold both, the other twining through hair to grasp at it harshly, pulling his head to the side.

He bite down…hard. The taste of iron filling his mouth. Merlin's body struggled underneath his own, almost as if fighting it by instinct. He stopped abruptly, body quivering as he gave, tension draining out of him. Arthur pulled back, licking up a few stray drops of red fluid that clung to the pale skin of his neck.

He looked up into his eyes and saw it. Submission, he had accepted Arthur as his dominate and given in. He was Arthur's now, marked by teeth and soon to be claimed by body. He felt the thrill go through him. He released the trapped hands, bracing himself above Merlin as he stared down at him.

He leaned down, nose centimeters from Merlin's. "Tell me Merlin. Tell me what you want." He demanded lowly, seeing lust building in blue eyes.

"I…I don't know." He breathed out, voice shaking.

"Tell me." He demanded again.

"I…I want you." He said softly, staring back with emotion after emotion shining through his eyes: want, lust, nerves, fear, confusion, frustration.

He didn't even say anything else, just slide a hand down the pale, lean body underneath him. He kept his eyes on him as his hand came closer and closer. Fingers touched clothe and stopped just above where he ached for touch the most.

He was about to say something, but Arthur stopped him with just a touch. Fingers grazing over his hardened flesh briefly. Fire shot through his veins before more pooled in his abdomen. "Arthur…please." He begged.

"What?" He asked him.

"Please touch me." He nearly sobbed out, voice quivering.

He complied brushing back over him. He gasped softly. He felt a soft tugging at the front of his breeches as Arthur loosened the laces there…and than his hand was gliding under the clothe…and oh it was so much better with skin touching skin.

He felt a cry rip from his throat as he gripped him. Another tug, and the clothe was sliding down. He lifted his hips, helping out. He'd felt constrained, the clothe too tight. He gripped the bedding in a vice as fingers played along heated skin, trailing along the underside of his shaft in a slow glide that was leaving him breathless.

Than the hand was gone, and he was blinking slowly through a haze of pleasure, trying to see why Arthur had stopped. His eyes widened fractionally as he watched Arthur finish undressing. Dark breeches slide down slim hips, more golden skin revealed with slightly curly golden hair…and when he was done, he stood proudly, heated flesh jutting out of a bed of golden hair.

His mouth went dry at the sight of him. Arthur just stalked forward, muscles shifting with coiled strength, a thing of beauty. Arthur knelt down next to him, eyes scanning his flushed body with a look of something close to hunger.

"Are you ready, Merlin?" He asked him softly. He let a hand stray up to brush at a flushed cheek. He could see the nervousness resurface, but they were both too far gone to let that stop them. His head shifted subtly, nodding yes.

He smiled down at him, bending down to kiss him as one hand snaked under the pillow. He pulled out a small vial, clutching it in slightly unsteady hands. Steeling himself, he pulled back and moved down his body, leaving another trail of kisses.

Settling himself between long pale legs, he looked up his body to see Merlin watching him. "I need you to listen to me Merlin. This will be uncomfortable at first. It might even hurt a little. It can't be helped since it is your first time. I need you to trust me and know that I won't hurt you on purpose."

He smiled, his breathtaking smile that always made his heart beat erratically, and nodded with trust in his eyes. Nodding to himself, he opened the vial and poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. He circled his entrance slowly, letting the oil coat the puckered skin there. Pressing slowly with each circle, he slowly penetrated past the tight ring of muscle there.

Merlin shifted his hips slightly, trying to get comfortable. Pausing, he continued on, letting his finger sink deeper until he reached his limit. Pulling back slowly, he started all over again, adding a second finger.

He felt muscle contract and stopped his hand, waiting for it to loosen slightly. A few deep breaths from him and the muscles loosened enough to let him continue. He pressed forward, scissoring gently, stretching unwilling muscle.

By the time he repeated with a third finger, Merlin's breathing had sped up to a noticeable pitch. Hs hips shifted again, pushing slightly against his fingers. Ignoring that, he went on a quick search, seeking that bundle of nerves hidden within his body. He knew he'd found it when he felt him stiffen, a surprised gasp escaping from his throat.

He pulled out reluctantly, watching Merlin as he tried to catch his breath. "Are you ready, Merlin?" He asked him. A nod of his head. He leaned forward, hands worming underneath his body to lift and turn him. He positioned him on hands and knees, head bent down. "I need you to breath for this part. It may hurt some, but it will get better." Merlin just nodded his head, arms braced.

He knelt behind him, hands grasping his hips as he positioned himself behind him. A small push had him past the ring of muscle and he paused, waiting for the go ahead. When he remained reasonable relaxed, he continued on, pushing slowly. He was seated up to the base when he tightened up. Leaning over him, he ran soothing hands over his back.

Ah, but it hurt. He hadn't lied on that part. What he hadn't said though was the feeling of awe he felt as he slowly sank in, the feeling of being filled so completely. He willed his muscles to relax and eventually they obeyed.

He pushed back, trying to take in more of him. A sharp hiss behind him had him stopping. Had he hurt him? He relaxed when he just lay his forehead against his back, a groan coming out of him with a deep vibration against his skin.

"Merlin?" He asked.

He didn't even answer, just pushed back again, giving permission with his body. He felt him pull back slowly, the muscles still tight, and than he was back pushing harder than before. He clutched at the bedding, breath gasping out.

This continued on for a few minutes, the slow build of power around, behind, inside him. He could feel himself falling apart, rushing towards…something, but he didn't know what. He hoped they would get to it soon. He felt like he was about to explode with pleasure alone.

Thrust in, out…and than he hit it. That spot from before. He felt his muscles spasm, but held on. Arthur was curled along his back, breath panting hot and harsh into his ear as he moved. He shifted his weight…and than he was fisting him again, stroking him with each thrust, doubling the sensation's onslaught his mind.

He nearly screamed at the double attack, but held himself together. Not yet, not yet. He kept repeating that in his mind as Arthur worked at him. They were both close. Arthur kissed messily along his spine, reaching the bite mark and sucked at it.

That was the final blow. He actually did scream this time, heat pouring out of him with all his energy as white flashed across his vision. His whole body froze momentarily. He could feel Arthur stiffen behind him and than heat poured into him, striking against sensitive flesh and drawing out the pleasure even more.

They collapsed into a heap, covered in sweat and other fluids. Arthur gently pulled out of him before turning him on his side. He lay down next to him, breath harsh and fast.

Merlin looked to be still in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Yet he still found the strength to smile at him, happy and content, like a cat lazing in the sun. He reached out and pulled him into his arms, feeling his heart beat slow, Arthur, too, felt content.

After a few minutes, he sat up. He looked down at the sleepy man. Merlin's gaze was half lidded, clearly nearly asleep. He smiled and lifted him up, pulling the blankets out from under his limp, pliant body.

He'd just pulled the blanket back when he saw the scarring on his leg. It was ugly and large, testament of what had happened. He lifted the leg up and kissed the scar softly, tenderly. "I'm sorry…about this. It was my fault you got hurt." He mumbled to him.

"Don't be. Because of that trap, I met you." He held out a hand towards Arthur. Smiling softly, he took hold of it and let him pull him down on the bedding, pulling the blankets over them. Grabbing him by his upper arms, he positioned him to his liking: head just under his chin, arm draped across torso, legs intertwined, arms encircling waist. Sighing happily, he listened to Merlin's breathing slowly even out and deepen to that of sleep. Deciding it was time to follow for once, he followed him into sleep.

xXx

[Blush] Not really, more on the sleepy side with this one. I was up till past midnight typing it up and now I'm just dead to anything. Maybe tomorrow? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this lovely piece of delicious smut. I actually had no idea which way this was going to go when I first started to type, but it finally settled on Really Dominant!Arthur and Submissive!Merlin. If you don't like this type of pairing or how I typed it, you may critique my work with reviews, but I will not tolerate criticizing it. I hope you enjoyed!

Until Next Time

~Reiya