Written Ramblings

Okay, so here's the rub.

I'm looking for a Merlin/Morgana fic in which Arthur loves Merlin and is thus consumed with Jealousy. it can end either with Merlin/Arthur or Merlin/Morgana. don't care. And Also, ive only seen through part of Series 2. so.

Somebody?

Anybody?

Bueller?

So now that Camelot is cancelled after one season (the curse of Joe Fiennes strikes again), i needed something to replace it in my King Arthur Obsession. Next choice? Better Choice? BBC's Merlin. HOLY GOD, Bradley James as Arthur is a freaking god. that boy (when he is clearly older then me...thought not by much) has the most delicious mouth i think I've ever seen. Colin Morgan/Merlin's mouth is quite delightful as well....some one of these episodes we are all going to get to see those two mouths together and the fangirls everywhere (myself included) will all squee so loudly it will echo across the world. No lie. But seriously? the show practically slashes itself. I mean, two side of the same coin? Merlin will to die for Arthur? Arthur willing to die for his manservant, Merlin? Merlin's whole 'Arthur's life is worth 100 of mine' thing? the glances? Just the whole thing? It's practically inevitable. And now i'm just rambling, since it's 4 o'clock in the bloody morning and i'm getting up in just over 4 hours. JOY. not. ah well. my thesis calls...and so I go.

Okay, so from the first one, I've been posting one ficlet per episode following the relationship of Merlin/Arthur. I've strayed a little bit from the exact storyline of the show, but it's always still workable. I find myself at a loss. There is nothing in this episode that even remotely supports any kind of Arthur/Merlin fic. THEY HAD NO CONTACT. which was horrendously disappointing for Arthur/Merlin shippers like me.

Also, the Merlin/Morgan deliciousness of this episode and the long-awaited Merlin Sex Scene were wonderful, but there was something...that didn't sit well about the fact that merlin thinks he had sex with Igraine and Igraine has no idea and Morgan actually did have sex with Merlin (who is apparently younger enough to be Igraine's child and Merlin is possibly old enough to be Igraine's...long lost ancestor? what does that make the merlin/morgan relationship????).

I'd also like to know what was up with the random adorable child? What a gimmick!

*sigh*

I found this episode disappointing...I hope the next one is better!

Any thoughts?

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Skin to skin, still, Merlin could feel the sincerity of her plea. He was not certain how he could do it but he knew that he would try. He narrowed his eyes at her, almost closing them and examined the lines of her body. The heavy weight of her breast and the slight swell of her stomach. The dark patch at the apex of her thighs and the sleek muscle shifting under her milk flesh.

 

If a single touch kept what she called the Dark Thing (and what he’d often called The Monster) at bay…He wondered what giving in to the Lust that was riding him so hard would do.

 

“Morgan, do you remember exactly the caveats you put on this spell?”

 

She shook her head; there were tears slowly seeping from her eyes and her breaths were shallow. “No…I’m sorry. I—“

 

He shook his head sharply. It was difficult to tell what was his own thought and what was the prompting of the magic. “Is it possible that extended skin to skin contact would at least force the Dark Thing to separate itself somewhat from your mind until we can figure out how to dispel it?”

 

She writhed for a moment at the mention of dispelling the Monster. His eyes were drawn to her undulating hips and he swallowed thickly. He ached, more painfully hard than he’d ever been in his life. A small voice in the back of his mind was beginning to worry over exactly the lengths this spell would go to, to force this. “I don’t know. Please…just….something! Merlin, I know you’re in pain. I set the spell, remember? I know. But I still want you. Please, just…something. Do something. If you think that fucking with drive away the Dark Thing, we can fuck until Camelot collapses over our heads. Until the world burns. I don’t care. Please. Get rid of it and do something!”

 

Her words were broken and a little jumbled, but there was something demanding in the tone of her voice that made him smirk, just a little. He was interested in exploring her characters when it wasn’t affected by the Monster. It was whip-lash the extremes to which they’d both gone in such a short space of time, but an understanding had passed between them, when she’d left him see her life. And so, he buried the hatred and the anger to come back to and deal with later.

 

Making sure they were still skin to skin (in this case foot to foot), Merlin shucked his leathers, cotton trousers, and his shirt. He returned to crouch over her, both hands on her hips and she looked up at him. Her eyes roved his body and he could feel it like a palpable caress. Merlin shuddered under her eyes. He dropped down, laying his body over hers, pressing them together: thighs, hips, groins, stomachs, her breasts to his chest. A shiver ran through him and echoed back in her body…or perhaps it started in her and echoed back through him. He couldn’t tell. The feeling of so much of her skin touching him was the most exquisite ecstasy, but the Lust washed back more powerful than before and he gasped at the force. She looked up at him, smiled with an edge of darkness that was all her own and rolled her hips.

 

Merlin’s breath stopped in his throat. He wasn’t sure he would survive this spell to be able to take the Monster out of her. He lowered himself the rest of the way and took her mouth with his. Lips and teeth and power and tongues and delicious heat. She suckled at his mouth as though he could somehow transfer to her the breath of life.

 

His control of his magic was beginning to slip, but he was beyond a point of caring. He made one swift wish that Morgan survive it, if the power went completely from his reigns, but spared no more thought for it than that.

 

The Lust took him.

He was there, above her, like she’d wanted him for so long. But it wasn’t. She could see the hatred in his eyes. She didn’t want him to hate her, she never really wanted that, but she wanted him so badly that she thought it would matter. But she understood now and all she could manage was “I’m sorry” over and over. When he placed his hand on her naked flesh, skin to skin, she could feel his magic seep into her and it felt like liquid sunlight and moonlight and happiness all mixed together so that it was so delicious she could barely stand it. She knew he was seeing things, but she couldn’t focus on what she was showing him. Couldn’t seem to care. She finally felt like she had as a child, before Igraine and Arthur and her father’s madness. Before the nunnery and being Chosen.

 

Nothing had been right since she’d been sent away. There was a something at the convent and it had sunk deep into her skin. She couldn’t get rid of it and she couldn’t get clean of it, no matter how often or how hard she scrubbed in those first few weeks. But it had slowly normalized. It was a part of her, but in the pocket of contentment and clarity Merlin’s magic gave her, she could see the corruption it had brought with it. Her mind was no longer her own. Her heart, she’d given that to the sorcerer crouching over her a long time ago, but her mind was given to this dark thing from the convent.

 

She did not want it inside her anymore. She did not want this evil, this greed and lust of power, this murderous rage. It was no organic and she wanted to be purely herself again.

 

Then Merlin moved his hand away and the pocket vanished. She screamed as it crashed back in on her. “No! Touch me again! Skin…please, skin! Please!” It was a rushing babble, words slipping out over one another in a stream she could barely control. But she knew he had to understand. Had to touch her again before the dark took over completely again.

 

Merlin narrowed his eyes at her and frowned. He slowly placed his hand on her again, her thigh this time. The pain drained from her and she could breath. “Thank you.”

 

His voice was harsh and hoarse; it scrapped at her nerves. “What is happening to you, Morgan?”

 

She sighed and moved to press her foot against his calf. “Your magic…it’s keeping the Dark Thing away. I…I feel like I did before I was sent to the nunnery. Like I could be happy again sometime.”

 

His eyes narrowed further, the lashes swallowing up the hazel. “Tell me.”

 

“I…” She took a deep breath. “I was Chosen. The Dark Thing came to live in me, but I did not want it and I would not learn to control it. The Sybil tried to force me, but I ran. I came home, to find my father with that whore. The Dark Thing flared up at the power it felt. I…I’m not sure I ever truly wanted to throne myself. But It’s been in me so long…I don’t really know. I…I don’t know who I am, what’s me and what’s not. But I know that I don’t want this thing in me any longer. Can you get rid of it, Merlin? Please, set me free?”

 

 

Okay, so. Before anyone yells at me or anything for destroying Morgan’s Character, an explanation:

 

 

 

Morgan doesn’t really know the extent of her own personality here and I feel as though she needs to go to the opposite extreme of what she was before (especially right now) to show that that isn’t her. She needs to draw that line and place herself firmly and definitively on this side of it. As we progress, she will slowly move back to where she was. Not the same, but closer.

 

Spoilers for 1x06 ‘Three Journeys’

 

 

 

I thought their relationship needed to be stepped up just a little on Arthur’s part. I also think that his lust for Guinevere is just revenge lust or something (or he so deep in denial he’s substituting Guin for the real object of his desire, i.e. Merlin).

 

 

 

Also, I think Arthur’s character is getting a little bit better. He’s fleshing out, being more King-like. But he still irritates me and I still think he’s not up to par. Or at least up to Joe Fiennes Merlin anyway. Also Guin’s a bitch and she’s a whiny, vain, self-centered bitch at that. I don’t like her. Morgan is infinitely better. Anyway…

 

 

 

This deviates from the concrete facts of the episode, but I think it does it in such a way that it can still work with the next episode (form the previews) but I guess we’ll see. They’re still not on the same page, but they’re getting closer. :D

 

 

 

Enjoy and review! ^.^

Merlin/Arthur. Slash

 

 

 

Misplaced Desire:

 

“A place to think” Merlin smiles at me, an actual smile that slips quickly back into his usual smirk, and I remember what Igraine has told me about why he’d shut himself up in the bowels of the castle. What he’d said to me about the space he needed.

 

I smile back. I should have been there, with Kay and Merlin to go home. To see my parents house. What they’d done to it, the barbarians. But I hadn’t been, because of Guinevere. Always because of Guinevere. Everything was always because of Guinevere. I could feel my good humor slip away, as the girl in question tried to catch my eye. I ignore her, focusing on Merlin, on the books, on anything but her or Leontes. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I need to get her out of my system. She’s already fallen out of my mind, but my body still hasn’t caught up. I need…I need to talk to Merlin.

 

I give the orders for our control to spread eastward and explain to Merlin my new plans for the roof of the Great Hall. I see Guin smile to herself, no doubt thinking that the idea was inspired by our conversation. Of course, she does. It’s actually connected to something Leontes told me when they arrived back, about what Merlin had said of his magic. Elemental. Well, if he needed the elements to feed his magic, I’d give them to him as much as I could. The only problem with the lack of a ceiling would be the rains, but everything in the Great Hall was made of stone. The throne, the tables, the benches. Everything that isn’t easily moveable.

 

He claps me on the shoulder and smiles again. Something is different. “I like that.”

 

After a moment, I stop, forcing him to stop too. “Merlin, may I have a word?”

 

He turns to look at him, frowning briefly, and shrugs. “As you wish, Arthur.”

 

Kay grins at me and leans over. “Leontes has taken to calling him an angel. I thought that might amuse you.”

 

This statement confuses me. I frowned at Kay, who laughs and continues down the hall. What had I missed that prompted Leontes to call Merlin an angel? We walk together back to the library and I close the door behind us.

 

I turn back to Merlin. “Angel?”

 

Merlin looks at me in surprise and then burst into laughter. “Yes, apparently Leontes thinks that my magic is a gift from God.”

 

“Ah.” I smile. Leontes would think that. My smile slips away as I remember why I wanted to speak to him. “Merlin…I…”

 

The mirth vanishes from his feature and he’s frowning again. “What have you done now?”

 

“I…” I turn to the bookshelves and run my eyes over the titles. “I know that you helped Uther…have Igraine and I was wondering—“

 

“No.” I turned back him, frowning at the sharpness of his tone. “I will not help you lure Guinevere away from Leontes. That woman” He wrapped the term in scorn and spat it into the room. “will destroy you and I will not help her do it.”

 

I shook my head. “That is not what I was planning to ask you.”

 

He cocked his head to the side and examined me. “What then?”

 

“I…well…I understand, in my head, that whatever we thought we had is over. That is was wrong in the first place. That it never should have happened. It’s just… my body hasn’t quite caught up to that yet. And I don’t quite know what exactly it is that you can do. I know…Leontes told me that your magic is elemental, but I’m not completely sure I know what that means or entails. I thought perhaps you could help me somehow.” I can feel a flush building in my cheeks and it shames me that I cannot merely ask him for what I want. I do not even know if he is capable of it.

 

His eyebrows rise and his eyes widen. I can tell he is on the verge of laughing at me. I’m not sure I could take that, not at the moment. “You want me to…somehow get rid of your attraction to Guinevere? Your physical desire for her?”

 

“I do not know if you can do that with your magic, but I thought I should ask…”

 

The laughter goes out of his eyes and they darken. “Why now? Did you fuck her again when you two were on the road?”

 

I sigh and shake my head. “No. I didn’t. We kissed, once. And I realize that even that was too much. It was wrong. Everything is wrong. I don’t even want to want her anymore.” I bury my hands in my hair and pull, trying to distract myself from this. I can’t even believe I am asking this of him.

 

He examines me again. “I know of two ways to do what you ask.”

 

I look up sharply, hoping against all hope. “Yes?”

 

He frowns, but there is a hint of his smirk playing at the edges. “One, I could deaden your desire in general, which is more of a bandage over a wound than an actual cure for the illness. Or, two, the desire could be replaced with another.”

 

I frown. “What do you mean? Replace it with a desire for another person? And who would do the replacing?”

 

He smirks. “Yes, another person. And it would have to be a joint endeavor. It may take a while to settle and you might have flashes of desire for Guinevere in the mean time, but eventually the new desire would replace the old entirely.”

 

“Who would be the replacement? Would it have to be someone that I already desire?” I am intrigued by this idea.

 

He nods. “Yes, you would have to desire them at least to a small degree.”

 

I nod in return. “Would we have to tell this person? Would it need to be a three person secret?” I feel like a small child, asking such a silly question.

 

He laughs, but there is a sardonic, dark twist to the sound. “Unless you choose me, then yes, it will have to be a ‘three person secret’.” He rolls his eyes.

 

I can feel myself flushing darkly. He sees it and blinks. I look away, unable to meet his gaze anymore. What he suggested, even in jest, what I’ve been trying to deny since I saw him with my sister. Even though I now know that it was her drugs that caused the scene, I cannot seem to keep the image away. I seem them together and it fills me with rage and hatred for my half-sister that I never knew and a deep burning want that Kay would tell me was damned to Hell by God.

 

I understand this man better than any other person, I think, but there is so much about him that I do not know and that I do not understand, but it does not seem to deter my desire for him. I slip away from the present into my memories. Every time, I found myself lusting after Guinevere, it was following some mishap with Merlin. I fucked her…because I saw Merlin and Morgan together. I wonder…

 

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I blink myself back to the represent. Merlin is shaking me lightly. “Arthur!”

 

“I’m sorry, what? I was thinking of something.”

 

He sighs. “I asked you if you wished me to do this?”

 

I blink a few more times, examining his face and come to a realization. “No…Actually, I think perhaps it’s not necessary. I’ve just realized something.”

 

He frowns deeply. “What?”

 

I offer him a half smile. “I never really wanted her to begin with, I think.”

 

I push off from the table, against which I’d been leaning, and leave the library and Merlin behind. I had to find a way to control this myself, the misplaced desire, the revenge fuck. Before it tore apart the kingdom. Before it drove Merlin away.

This is horribly OOC, but I don’t really care. It was fun. And there is nowhere near enough fanfiction in the Camelot fandom…

Merlin/Arthur. Slash.

Dreams and Reality:

“I like that.” Merlin said and the smirk was a smile. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye and my stomach clenched. All thoughts of Guinevere and our brief, forbidden kiss gone in the face of a true smile from my most trusted advisor. I could feel the heat of his hand on my shoulder and the weight of his arm across my back.

“I’m glad.” I offered him a half-smile back.

His smile lasted only a brief moment more before it fell into a scowl when Guin called to us from down the corridor, asking some inane question to which I did not listen and Merlin answered. I was too busy to answer her, spending my time in a more…important endeavor. Said endeavor being an attempt to figure out what was different about Merlin. Because there was something…changed about him since the four had returned with the beginnings of the library.

“A word with you, Arthur.” I nodded and he led me away from the others, back into the library. I waved away the guard at the door and shut it behind us.

Merlin was fingering the books. My eyes followed the movement of those long digits and my breath hitched for a moment. He looked up at me. “Willing to share what happened on the journey with Leontes’ wife?”

I flinched at his tone, feeling vaguely like a small boy caught stealing a cooling pie off the windowsill. A feeling I remember well. “Nothing happened. I escorted her to her father and then home again.”

Merlin’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he went back to examining the books. “Really? Because the looks she was giving you and the way you were pointedly ignoring her says otherwise. I told you once before not to lie to me, Arthur.”

I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I made a mistake.”

Merlin sighed loudly enough for me to hear. “Did you fuck her again?”

I blinked and turned back to him. “How did you know I—“ He raised an eyebrow at me. “Yes…well. No. I didn’t…that is…we… I only kissed her. But-“

“Well,” Merlin said with a sardonic twist to his lips. “That’s something, at least. You won’t have to worry about explaining to your Champion why his son has blue eyes like the King and unlike either of his parents.”

I winced at that. Thinking back to the beach, it had been too long ago for a pregnancy. Guin would be showing by now or she would have told me at least. I shook my head. Merlin was smiling cruelly. “Yes… Never thought of that, did you?” He sneered. “You seem to have forgotten what Ector told you before you left for Camelot.”

I frowned, not understanding what he was referring to. He circled closer to me. “You make decisions with this.” He reached to tap my temple and my eyes widened. “In conjunction with this.” He moved to stand in front of me and he tapped two fingers over my heart. “But you never use this.”

Before I could stop him, he reached down and cupped my crouch with those long fingers and pushed. I was hardening before I could pull away from him and Merlin’s eye widened. “Well, well.” He didn’t move his hand. “You aren’t a choosy one, are you?”

He ground the heel of his hand against me and I gasped. I couldn’t seem to catch enough breath the answer him. In a moment, he’d undone the laces of my leathers and pushed the material down to my thighs. His hands were on me again, long fingers wrapping me in delicious warmth and squeezing just right. My hands went to his shoulders and he worked me quickly. I was gasping and shuddering against him, completely at his mercy and relishing every moment of it.

Because I’d never thought he touch me like this, never dared even dream of it. But it had been there, in the back of my mind since the minute I’d laid him out on the floor and pressed a knife to his throat and my body to his.

He pressed his mouth against my ear and whispered harshly. “Choose this…me. Forget her and the danger she poses to your rule. Come for me, Arthur.”

And I did, gasping out his name over and over. He milked me dry and I slumped against him for the briefest moment before backing away to lean against a table. A quick hand-job from this man and I’d come harder than I ever had in my life. What had my world come to? What would my parents have said? Did I honestly care?

“There is no choice. There never was.” I murmured, watching him. His eyes darkened with something that look suspiciously like pain and he turned back to the books. Pulling a length of cloth from his clothing, he wiped his hand and tossed it to me. I frowned. Not understanding his reaction. “Merlin…”

“She will bring you down. You have to know that. I will not let you go into this blind. And I will not help you get her, as I helped your father have Igraine. Of course, the difference here is that you’ve already had her and she’s so eager that you wouldn’t need to look like Leontes.”

And I understood. “No. Merlin, that is not what I meant.”

The man turned back to me, frowning. “What?”

“Between you and Guinevere? There was never a choice. Between you and anyone else, there was never a choice. You gave me everything, but took all of me in return.”

Merlin rolled his eyes. “You wax so poetic. Maybe Ector educated you too well. I am not merely talking about the value of my counsel.”

I sighed. “I know that you are just as well educated as I, if not better. Shall I say it so explicitly then? I’ve wanted you since I pressed you into floor of my father’s house. I want you to fuck me.”

Merlin blinked, clearly surprised at the bluntness of that statement, and moved forward. His steps effectively trapped me against the table. “You…Incredible.”

He raised a hand to my face. It hovered before touching me, as though I were made of glass or he expected me to disappear. Finally, his fingertips brushed my cheek gently. I leaned into him and he came closer, molding our bodies together. I could feel his heat and arousal through his leathers, mine still riding mid-thigh. If someone walked in now, we’d both be burned alive for this, but I didn’t think I cared. He pushed the flatness of his palm against my face and leaned forward hesitantly, making as if to kiss me, but stopping before doing so. His eyes were narrowed, searching my gaze for something.

I growled low in my throat and closed the distance between us. Merlin’s mouth was nothing and everything like I tried to pretend I didn’t imagine it. He tasted spicy-sweet, something exotic from the East, and he nipped lightly at my lip. I smiled against his mouth.

I raised my hand and rested one against his hip, not sure not sure what I was permitted, how far he’d let me go, but wanting…God…needing to touch him…

When I woke this time, Merlin was not crouching over me, but rather standing in the doorway. I sat bolt upright. I was gasping and trembling and praying that he’d seen no visions of this dream.

“Are you well?” His voice was raspier than usual with sleep and it curled its way up my spine.

“I’m fine. Why aren’t you sleeping?” My tone was accusing, but I couldn’t help it. He had invaded my life, my time, my thoughts, and now my dreams too. He had clawed his way into my very existence and I couldn’t understand how he’d done it.

“You called for me. I heard you call for me.”

I blinked at him. “No, I didn’t. I was asleep.”

He raised his eyebrow and come further into the room. He’d shed his leathers, clad only in light cotton trousers. His chest was pale in the moonlight from the open shutters and I could see both a long, thin scar that wrapped around his torso and a scattering of dark hair. I shuddered. He frowned. “Are you sure you’re well? There is different…”

I groaned and flopped back against the furs. “I’m fine. Go back to bed.”

Merlin smirked, but then Merlin always smirked. “No. I don’t think I will. Not until you tell me why you called for me.”

He came even closer and perched on the edge of my bed. When I caught the expression on his face, I decided I must still be dreaming because this was even less likely to happen than what I’d just dreampt. In which case, I was going to tell him the truth.

I sat up and smirked back. “I think I’m still dreaming, so you know what? I think I’ll tell you the truth.”

“Please do.” He said, eyes narrowed in suspicions and confusion.

“I was dreaming that you and I were fucking…or almost fucking. Care for a repeat performance?”

He gaped at me. Merlin actually gaped at me. Which is when I realized that I wasn’t dreaming anymore, because I’d never seen Merlin gape and I did not know he was capable of it until that moment.

I turned bright red and groaned again, turning to bury my face in the furs. “This is bad. Not good at all. Horribly humiliating… disgusting. Vile. Hated. Damned.”

After a few moments of this, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Arthur, stop acting like a five year old.”

I sat up and turned back to him, incredulous. “Seriously? I just told you that I dream of you fucking me and that’s you reaction?” I sighed. “Well, at least you’re not threatening to tell the kingdom I’m some kind of sodomite monster.” My eyes bugged out. “Oh my god! I want to be a sodomite! Oh lord…”

Merlin stared at me for a moment, before rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner. He took my face in his hand. “Shut up, Arthur.” And he kissed me.

I stared at him, before I remember to close my eyes. He tasted that same as he had in my dream and I was an instant addict. I moved aside to give him room to lay down with me. Without breaking the kiss, he followed me across the bed.

This continued languidly for a wonderfully indeterminate amount of time. But finally Merlin pulled away from me, batting my hands from his skin. “You need sleep and so do I.”

He moved to rise and I grabbed his wrist. “Stay here.”

Merlin blinked a turned back to me. “What? What about the kingdom knowing your desire to become a sodomite?” He smirked.

I flushed. “Yes…well…bugger the kingdom. And you and Kay are the only two who come in here with knocking. You’re already here and Kay won’t mind. Actually he might mind, but he won’t tell anyone. He’s my brother. We keep each other’s secrets.”

“So I’m a secret now?”

I blinked. He actually sounded slightly offended by that. “You are making my head hurt. What’s wrong with being a secret? Practically everything else about you is a secret to most of the world, why not who you bed? Or…er…Where you spent tonight anyway…” I finished awkwardly, just realizing that he hadn’t actually said he wanted to fuck me.

He stared at me a moment and then shrugged. “I suppose who I bed can be another secret to add to the list…” He lay back down and I smiled warmly at him. He snorted.

Hints of Dub-con.
Still Merlin/Morgan.

She shuddered against him and he relished the feeling. It wasn’t from pleasure, not this time. This shudder was fear and it tasted sweet on his tongue. He could feel the power moving in him now, driving his lust for this woman. Lust that was not his own, not of his will. He knew now that his earlier musings had just been the softest form of this.

He hated her. She took away his will. She was forcing this on him, as surely as if he were a maiden being raped, because there was literally no way he could fight this. Not when it had grown this strong. How he hated her.

But he wanted her too. So, so badly. It was like a gnawing burning need in the pit of his stomach. And he knew she wanted him, but no matter how much Morgan liked it rough, she would not like this. She could ask the powers for him and they could give him to her, but he would see to it that it wouldn’t be that way she wanted it. She wanted him for a night? She would get him.

His palms, which had been flat against the wood of the door, darted out like lightening to snag her wrists. He transferred both wrists to one hand and pinned them above her head. “You want me. Fine. I cannot stop this power.” He felt it surge through him and it muddled his mind for a moment. He jerked it clear. “You will get me. But I doubt very much whether you will like it.”

His voice was hard as he could make it and as cold as tundra. She shuddered again, pushing herself back against the door. Her eyes met his, wide and frightened. He pulled her arms down and spun her, pressing her buttocks to his groin. He thrust his hips into her and she responded with an involuntary buck.

He reached up with his free hand and sunk it into her hair, yanking her head to the side. His mouth dropped back to her neck, but this time the nips were not gentle. He bit her and bruised her with his mouth. She bucked again. Apparently, she did like it rough.

A few moments and a couple twists of his fingers and Morgan stood naked against him. He grinned cruelly into her skin and spun her again. “If you ever think of forcing a lust on me again with the power that you wield, I will not take to it nearly as well I will tonight. You will be in pain tomorrow morning. And I doubt you will want me again anyway. But I thought a warning was called for. I do not like it when someone takes me choice from me.” He sneered into her face. “The last man who tried it…well. He did not live to tell tales, did he? No. And bleeding to death from an open castration wound is not the most pleasant way to die.

Morgan’s eyes widened. “You were—“

“No.” His voice cut off her words and her thoughts. His lips curled back, baring his teeth. Still keeping her wrists in his grip, he half-pulled, half-dragged her across the room to the large bed. Crouching down, he reached under the bed. When his hand reappeared, there was a length of rope in his clutch. Morgan jerked away, but he held her fast. “No. You wanted this. You will feel what I am feeling.”

She shuddered yet again at the hatred in his tone. She seemed to go limp and he tied her to the bed. Finally, he knelt between her thighs and looked down at her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, dark with something. She was too good an actress for him to trust what he thinks he saw in her eyes. He lay his palm against the flat of her stomach as she murmured, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

He saw images flash before his eyes. Pictures from her life, childhood mostly, just after she’d gone to the nunnery. There’d been a man there, a priest for the order. The vow he’d taken to God and the one he’d taken to his wife, neither had stopped him from mistreating the novice-daughter of Uther Pendragon. She knew a man many years before a young woman should. She was broken inside. She’d turned to the magic just as he had, to try and gain some control over his life. But the magic was too entwined with her life force now. She could not abandon it.

He narrowed his eyes and watched the images she freely showed him. She could have stopped him with her magic, but she just lay there before him, naked and weeping.

It was the nun, Sybil, who convinced her of her current course of action. It was the convent that had taught her the magic, which she still didn’t understand. He wondered if it was the magic that he warned him of the Sybil earlier that evening or if it had been his own intuition. He couldn’t be sure.

There was something more running through her veins that just Morgan. There was something wrong here. Something that felt…impure. Merlin shuddered when his mind brushed it. He recognized that force. He knew it very well. It had invaded his mind once before. Killed him…tried to. He’d gotten rid of it, all those years ago. But he had not died since then. Although he should have, decades ago…centuries.

He watched Morgan die and live and become Igraine. He saw that the Sybil did not understand. But he did. He could drive it away. He knew exactly what Morgan needed. If he could just ride out this lust.

Merlin/Morgan. Ratings up a little from last time, PG maybe? Will be up tons in the next section.

She stood talking to Arthur, paying lip service to her brother-king when it was she who should be on the throne. She paid little attention to her words however, though they seemed to satisfy Arthur. Vivian stood close by, ready to catch things if they spiral out of control or she said something she shouldn’t. Instead, her attention was on the man at her back, slightly to the side. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, with the heaviness of a human hand.

 

He was staring at her, like he usually stared at Arthur, and it was delicious. Seeing him again, after all these years, feeling the power in him that ran beneath his skin like a bolt of lightening, knowing what he’d done to her family and hating-loving him for it, it sung all sung in her like being alive after dying on the cold stones of her ritual room. She knew she was more powerful then he, but only because she was more willing. She had asked the powers for him and she could feel them working in the room. They were circling in the whispers of the breeze through the windows and the echoes of footsteps tickling over her skin. They were working in him and he didn’t even know it.

 

If he did know? Well, then so would everyone else. Merlin’s anger was more potent even then her own, because it was so rarely unleashed.

 

A small smile crept across her lips and she bid Arthur goodnight. Turning to meet the full weight of Merlin’s gaze, she smiled at the fire burning there. It was working. She smiled at him and he returned it, his much more feral than her own.

 

She stepped forward and met him halfway across the Hall. “Merlin.”

 

He tilted his head in acknowledgement. “Morgan. To what to we owe the…honor of your visit?”

 

Her lip twitched into a curl. “I was presented with the grievances of certain peasants and I wished to bring them to my brother’s attention.”

 

Merlin’s eyes darkened for a moment and his gaze flicked to Arthur. “I just bet you did.” He frowned and looked back at her. “Why would these…grievances be presented to you, I wonder.”

 

“Well,” she humored him as she watched the struggle behind his eyes. He still didn’t know. “I was the closer Pendragon. However, I’m here now with their news and I have news for you. Why don’t you accompany me to the rooms Arthur has given me and I can tell you all about it?”

 

Merlin narrowed his eyes. “Of course, Lady Morgan. Of course, you do. Lead on.” His gaze flicked back to Arthur and the frowned returned, deeper this time. His head jerked a little and his blink lasted a moment too long. He was starting to realize. “What…” He muttered, but cut himself off.

 

He followed her to her rooms, but by the time she’d shut the door, the powers had worked to powerfully on him. She turned back to the room to find herself slammed against the door, Merlin’s palms on either side of her head and his face too close to her own. His eyes blazed with magic and lust. “What have you done to me this time? I drank nothing from you. Ate nothing from you. I’ve barely spoken to you in over a month. How did you do…whatever this is?”

 

His voice was a snarl and it seeped into her veins, sensual and hard. She smiled and let out a breath, tilted her head to bare her neck to him. He dropped his mouth to it and nipped at her skin. “The powers are doing it, not I. I merely asked.” Her own voice was breathy with anticipation.

 

Merlin went completely still, his hard body pressing her into the wood at her back and his mouth still on her skin. His head came up and this time his eyes were dead. Flat. “You asked for what exactly?”

 

“You, just for one night.”

 

His head jerked again and he blinked hard twice. When he’d settled back into himself, he narrowed his eyes at her. “Be careful what you wish for, Morgan. You just might get it.” The lust was back in his gaze, but there was a hatred burning there now too. One she’d never seen in him before. She shuddered.