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Use of Abuse	By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 3290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note: Written for the prompt 'Edwin/Merlin, sorcerers' at an Live Journal community called kinkme_merlin.
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Use of Abuse
Objects move quickly over the table and out of the way as Merlin stumbles back. He falls heavily against the table, grabs the edge and throws his head back as he gasps sharply. A white flash fills his vision and razor-sharp tingles shoot up and down his body.
When he rolls his head back again to press his chin against his collarbone, he breathes heavily. Merlin looks up to met Edwin's eyes from where he stands across the room and a shudder pass through his body as he feels himself become trapped in that look which is focus mixed with amusement. Edwin's lips move again and Merlin can't hear what he says. He can barely try to watch because before the spell has even been completed his back arches and a long pained moan is pushed from his throat. Something heated squeezes at his cock and flashes up his body to leave tingles in his chest and rub against his throat.
"I-" Merlin gasps as he feels that touch again and swallows hard. "I-I don't want to use- uh! -use magic like-like this."
"I very much recommend you at least learn." Edwin steps towards him. Merlin watches carefully, then his chest jumps as he realises he's pressed one hand against his leg and reaches around his thigh. He grips the edge of the table again and feels his face heat up. Edwin's smile grows and Merlin watches the flash of exposed teeth.
"Magic can build entire kingdoms, then bring about their destruction," Edwin tells him. "Considering only those few selected at birth will know which, and I don't think either of us are, it's best to be prepared for either, is it not?"
Merlin nods. "But this-"
"Oh, magic can be used for pleasure as well as business, Merlin." Edwin stops a few paces away from Merlin and finally breaks the eye contact which makes him squirm uncomfortably. He looks towards the blue powder Merlin had earlier poured into a wooden bowl. Merlin barely hears the words he speaks, he finds himself so oddly mesmerised by the way his lips move. The powder lifts into the air, snakes and twists, then settles in a ball above Edwin's outstretched palm. "Given the chance, perhaps you'd find some amusement in making use of a spell like this on the lady Morgana."
The blue powder shifts and forms the shape of a woman's body. Her back is arched, her head thrown back, her lips open and her hair cascades down.
"Or maybe," Edwin leans in as he lowers his voice. "It would be your dear prince."
The powder shifts again and this time the picture is much clearer. Whereas the image of Morgana was only the shape of a long-haired women, the powder forms itself to show the way Arthur's hair settles against his forehead, his eyes close and his mouth opens in a silent cry.
"He isn't mine." Merlin shakes his head but finds his eyes drawn to that image of Arthur. The picture moves as though Arthur arches his back, moans in pleasure, and the sight does things to Merlin's body. It's like he can feel his heartbeat in his ears and he's suddenly painfully aware of the heat which pools between his legs and how uncomfortable it makes his breeches feel.
"Not yet." Edwin smiles as though he knows something Merlin doesn't.
He tilts his wrist and the image of Arthur brakes apart. The powder snakes through the air and settles back into the bowl.
"With a power like yours, Merlin, you could rule this kingdom from behind Arthur. He would be the puppet on the throne while you pull the strings from the shadows. Imagine it. A king to the people and a whore to you."
"No!" Merlin cries. He's fearful and unsure whether Edwin is serious or just speaks from an oddly twisted sense of humour. "I'd never... I-I couldn't..."
But Edwin has already taken interest in how Merlin catches his own words. "Life is a very uncertain thing, never underestimate where it may take you."
A soft whine slips from Merlin's throat but he doesn't know why. It provokes a smile from Edwin as he moves forward again until he's so close Merlin can feel his breath ghost up against his face. He settles one hand in Merlin's hair and reaches the other down. When he presses against Merlin's erection, he draws another whine, softer than the last.
Then Merlin practically screams, a noise which is short and hurts when it catches in his chest. That feeling, whatever it is Edwin does, hits him again but so much harder. It makes his head swirl and he can hear something pound in his ears. His chest clenches, his stomach twists, the heat around his legs becomes unbearable. That white flash tears through his body again, which burns and hurts but somehow it feels so good. He's vaguely aware he arches his own body, rolls his head back and his grip on the table slips which causes him to bang his elbows against the surface.
Edwin moves his hand from Merlin's hair, turns it at the wrist and the nearest pieces of equipment slide from harm's way.
Merlin feels he can barely stand on his own legs, so grips hard at Edwin, grasps handfuls of the coat he wears around his shoulders and pulls him down. He feels himself starts to shake and his breath shudders. His hips start to buck forward to press and rub himself against Edwin's hand, which he feels awkward about but just can't help. When he pushes his face against Edwin's neck to moan softly, he feels the scratch of scarred skin against his forehead.
He lies back completely on the table and pulls Edwin down on top of him. His hands are ripped away from their hold on Edwin's coat when he feels himself get turned over and Merlin is quick to reach down in order to help get his breeches around his ankles. Through the sound of his own heavy breath he hears something get picked up from the table. Merlin feels Edwin press against his back and his voice in his ear.
"This will feel cold for a moment."
Merlin feels something, smooth and curved brush against his backside. Then it pushes up inside him, as much as it can, then withdraws. As promised, it's cold and Merlin gasps in surprise. Then whatever it is- Merlin vaguely thinks about how it feels like a tube from Edwin's equipment- gets pushed back in, a little further this time.
"What is that?"
"Just my bit of fun. Seeing as you're having yours."
Almost as though to prove his point, Edwin grasps Merlin's cock. He sends that hot white streak through his body again to make Merlin writhe underneath him. As he gasps and moans, Merlin moves his hips forward, bangs them against the edge of the table, trusts into Edwin's hand and pushes against whatever is being pressed into his anus. It's uncomfortable but at the same time enjoyable in a way he couldn't put a name to.
He spreads his legs as far as the breeches around his ankles will allow and feels whatever it is move deeper inside him. As it does he tries hard to not tense his body but can't stop his toes curl and his shoulders rise. Merlin arches up, pushes his back against Edwin and feels his breath against his ear. He whines as he feels a tongue against his earlobe and teeth scrape against his shoulder, then groans as the object Edwin has is withdrawn again and pulled out completely.
When he closes his eyes, Merlin feels as though things around him start to swirl. With every breath, he can hear a small whine slip from his throat. They grow longer when he feels Edwin stroke down his cock with a hand slicked with precome. Merlin can't remember ever being so hard in his life or it aching, feeling as though it's practically burning, this much. He wants to plead for more of that feeling Edwin is able to send through his body but feels he can barely move his mouth to do so.
Merlin thinks he hears the soft clunk of the equipment being placed back onto the table but isn't sure. Everything sounds so far away, drowned out with the sound of his own breathe. But he definitely feels Edwin take a firm hold of his backside and spread his cheeks.
"Now this will hurt," he's told.
Merlin opens his mouth but realises he can't think of anything to say at all. He can barely think to nod his head.
It does hurt. It stings and burns but at the same time Edwin grabs his cock again so Merlin isn't sure whether he screams because of the pain or the pleasure which is inflicted on him again. It rips through his body, jolts and burns everything inside it and squeezes. He feels as though Edwin is all around him and he isn't sure where to push towards; the breath he can feel pant and the teeth he feels scrape against his shoulder, the warmth pressed against his back, the squeeze of that hand and it pumps up and down his cock or the feeling of him inside him. Edwin's hips bang and graze against him as he trusts up and forces himself inside.
He tries to lift his hips towards that feeling of Edwin inside him, but collapses back down and hits himself against the edge of the table. That feeling comes again, the one Edwin sends through his body to tear at his chest and make his head spin. He does it while he moves his hand up and down Merlin's erection and that makes it that much more intense. If it weren't for the table underneath him, Merlin's sure he'd be on the floor.
Suddenly he realises he's moaning loudly and doesn't know how long he's been doing it. But it doesn't matter because he can feel something build inside of him. It's hot and feels as though it presses at him from every possibly angle. It makes his head roll to the side to expose his neck and shoulder for Edwin's teeth. It causes his breath to shudder as his lungs jump and his muscles tense. He moves his hips, grinds them into the edge of the table and thrusts into Edwin's hand.
Merlin chews feverously at his bottom lip and groans loudly in his throat. He rolls his hips, grinds against both Edwin's grip and the table edge as hard as he can but it doesn't seem to do anything.
"Please," he gasps. "Please... let me..."
Edwin chuckles in his ear and even that feels as though it drives Merlin crazy. "Only because I find myself favouring you."
That streak of hot white flashes before his eyes again and Merlin's body feels as though it's being torn apart. Even when he closes his eyes he can see things spin and his long cry rumbles long in his throat.
Merlin ends up with his forehead pressed against the table, then his shoulders slump down and he begins to quiver. His mind feels blank, then he becomes aware of breath coming hot and heavy against his shoulder. He feels Edwin still thrust into him, then hears a deep groan.
It takes a moment for Merlin to move his jaw and find his voice before he's able to speak. He has to force his words out through his heavy breathing, but manages.
"Teach me."
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