Merlin: Harem (Part 1)
Title: Harem
Author:
shesashewolf
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warning(s): (future) Dub-con/non-con, mentions of Arthur/OC
Disclaimer: Characters are property of BBC and no profit is being made.
Notes: This was inspired bylolryne and her drawing http://lolryne.livejournal.com/20519.html
Summary: Merlin was King Cenred's Court Sorcerer. After being captured and brought to Camelot, he becomes a member of Prince Arthur's Harem. Merlin learns, however, that not everything is as it seems.
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merlinxarthur
The autumn breeze chills the lower portions of the castle and causes the torches mounted to the walls to flicker. Through these lower quarters move two men dressed in full battle attire, red capes flowing in their wake. The corridor is silent with the exception of the slight clink of their armor. “He was captured from the land of Ealdor, my Lord, taken in the battles of Cenred.” Leon speaks softly as he accompanies the prince down a long stone corridor.
“You are quite certain that he was Cenred’s court sorcerer?” The sounds of Arthur’s chain mail cease as he pauses before a large, barred door. Rumors of Cenred’s Great Enchanter’s charm had reached Camelot; the prince’s brow furrows slightly as he contemplates what awaits him.
“Yes, he was found with the signet ring in his possession. Also, it took seven of our men to subdue him.” Leon opens the door cautiously and leads the other man into a dark room. The sense of foreboding that welled in Arthur begins to easy slightly; perhaps the prisoner was still unconscious. He is proven wrong when something shifts from the floor. It is hard to make out without any light but the room’s occupant is definitely rousing. The torches suddenly burst to life and the room is completely illuminated.
“Impressive.” Arthur murmurs as he takes in the room’s occupant, watching eyes turn from a hazy gold to deep blue. The man is slender, exaggerated by his lack of dress. He wears tight, dark animal-hide trousers; as is the style of most Cenredian court. The captive’s head of black hair is completely wild and his pale chest heaves. The prince subconsciously notes the dusty peaks of the man’s nipples and the gooseflesh that prickles his arms. He must be freezing yet he seems to pay no attention to his discomfort. Arthur doesn’t know quite what to make of him, both delicate and untamed. “Your name?”
“Merlin,” comes a low reply. The man makes to stand and Leon is at Arthur’s side immediately. Merlin lifts his hands in attempt to show that he no threat. Something within Arthur knows better, having witnessed a bit of the sorcerer’s power, yet he signals his man to stand down. “You are the Prince of this land - of Camelot?”
“Indeed,” Arthur nods toward the other man. He measures up Merlin who, now standing, seems to be his same height. He is extremely beautiful, eyes piercing and lips pump. The hair on his head is shaggy and covers one eye but his body is nearly hairless and perfectly sculpted. It does not take Arthur long to decide what he wants from the sorcerer. “You know who I am; you must be familiar with the laws of this kingdom.” At Merlin’s nod, he continues. “My father will have you executed by dawn of this day.” When those blue eyes harden, the prince adds, “But, despite the decrees of Camelot, I may grant you sanctuary. That is, if...”
“You wish for me to help you take over Cenred? All of Albion, perhaps?” Merlin cuts him off in a biting tone. “Put me to death.” He holds his chin high, seemingly challenging Arthur to kill him on the spot.
Arthur laughs harshly, “You’re far too dramatic, Merlin. I don’t require you for battle, no.” He smirks and states, “I merely wish to keep you.”
“Keep me?” The dark haired man pauses in confusion. “As a slave?”
“I have a collection - an accumulation of treasures, if you will. I want you. Will you be my treasure, Merlin?” Arthur let the man’s name roll across his tongue, savoring the sounds.
“Collection of... you wish to make me part of your, your, Harem?!” The man looks outraged and his hands curl into fists. Leon makes his presence known again as he drops a satchel to the floor and pulls out his scabbard. Arthur puts a hand out and stops the other man.
“It is your choice, of course.” Arthur steps forward and grasps the sorcerer’s jaw, feeling the delicate strength beneath his fingers. He might be imagining it, but it is almost as if he can feel the magic flowing through the other man. “I can be very good to you, Merlin.” He allows his other hand to rest against the sorcerer’s abdomen, fingers splayed teasingly across compact muscle. Merlin’s only response is a slight tilt of his head, giving Arthur the perfect view of his elegantly elongated neck.
“I’ll take your silence as yes?” Arthur murmurs softly, brushing a gentle kiss near Merlin’s ear. The prince of Camelot always gets what he desires.
TBC
Next: shesashewolf.livejournal.com/2546.html
Author:
shesashewolf Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warning(s): (future) Dub-con/non-con, mentions of Arthur/OC
Disclaimer: Characters are property of BBC and no profit is being made.
Notes: This was inspired by
lolryne and her drawing http://lolryne.livejournal.com/20519.htmlSummary: Merlin was King Cenred's Court Sorcerer. After being captured and brought to Camelot, he becomes a member of Prince Arthur's Harem. Merlin learns, however, that not everything is as it seems.
Cross-posted at
merlinxarthur The autumn breeze chills the lower portions of the castle and causes the torches mounted to the walls to flicker. Through these lower quarters move two men dressed in full battle attire, red capes flowing in their wake. The corridor is silent with the exception of the slight clink of their armor. “He was captured from the land of Ealdor, my Lord, taken in the battles of Cenred.” Leon speaks softly as he accompanies the prince down a long stone corridor.
“You are quite certain that he was Cenred’s court sorcerer?” The sounds of Arthur’s chain mail cease as he pauses before a large, barred door. Rumors of Cenred’s Great Enchanter’s charm had reached Camelot; the prince’s brow furrows slightly as he contemplates what awaits him.
“Yes, he was found with the signet ring in his possession. Also, it took seven of our men to subdue him.” Leon opens the door cautiously and leads the other man into a dark room. The sense of foreboding that welled in Arthur begins to easy slightly; perhaps the prisoner was still unconscious. He is proven wrong when something shifts from the floor. It is hard to make out without any light but the room’s occupant is definitely rousing. The torches suddenly burst to life and the room is completely illuminated.
“Impressive.” Arthur murmurs as he takes in the room’s occupant, watching eyes turn from a hazy gold to deep blue. The man is slender, exaggerated by his lack of dress. He wears tight, dark animal-hide trousers; as is the style of most Cenredian court. The captive’s head of black hair is completely wild and his pale chest heaves. The prince subconsciously notes the dusty peaks of the man’s nipples and the gooseflesh that prickles his arms. He must be freezing yet he seems to pay no attention to his discomfort. Arthur doesn’t know quite what to make of him, both delicate and untamed. “Your name?”
“Merlin,” comes a low reply. The man makes to stand and Leon is at Arthur’s side immediately. Merlin lifts his hands in attempt to show that he no threat. Something within Arthur knows better, having witnessed a bit of the sorcerer’s power, yet he signals his man to stand down. “You are the Prince of this land - of Camelot?”
“Indeed,” Arthur nods toward the other man. He measures up Merlin who, now standing, seems to be his same height. He is extremely beautiful, eyes piercing and lips pump. The hair on his head is shaggy and covers one eye but his body is nearly hairless and perfectly sculpted. It does not take Arthur long to decide what he wants from the sorcerer. “You know who I am; you must be familiar with the laws of this kingdom.” At Merlin’s nod, he continues. “My father will have you executed by dawn of this day.” When those blue eyes harden, the prince adds, “But, despite the decrees of Camelot, I may grant you sanctuary. That is, if...”
“You wish for me to help you take over Cenred? All of Albion, perhaps?” Merlin cuts him off in a biting tone. “Put me to death.” He holds his chin high, seemingly challenging Arthur to kill him on the spot.
Arthur laughs harshly, “You’re far too dramatic, Merlin. I don’t require you for battle, no.” He smirks and states, “I merely wish to keep you.”
“Keep me?” The dark haired man pauses in confusion. “As a slave?”
“I have a collection - an accumulation of treasures, if you will. I want you. Will you be my treasure, Merlin?” Arthur let the man’s name roll across his tongue, savoring the sounds.
“Collection of... you wish to make me part of your, your, Harem?!” The man looks outraged and his hands curl into fists. Leon makes his presence known again as he drops a satchel to the floor and pulls out his scabbard. Arthur puts a hand out and stops the other man.
“It is your choice, of course.” Arthur steps forward and grasps the sorcerer’s jaw, feeling the delicate strength beneath his fingers. He might be imagining it, but it is almost as if he can feel the magic flowing through the other man. “I can be very good to you, Merlin.” He allows his other hand to rest against the sorcerer’s abdomen, fingers splayed teasingly across compact muscle. Merlin’s only response is a slight tilt of his head, giving Arthur the perfect view of his elegantly elongated neck.
“I’ll take your silence as yes?” Arthur murmurs softly, brushing a gentle kiss near Merlin’s ear. The prince of Camelot always gets what he desires.
TBC
Next: shesashewolf.livejournal.com/2546.html