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Challenges of the Heart	By : CrazyEyesChick Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 19: Illusion

Merlin’s half opened eyes were glassy. His vision was blurry, and his body very weak. He had been left on the cold tiles with barely anything to keep him warm. His pants were all ripped, with smears of his own dried blood. He smelled like urine. His shirt had been removed from him, as well as food and water. His ribs could be seen through his pale flesh. His hunger was turning his stomach as if he was digesting himself from the inside. His muscles ached; he had difficulty moving around, so he just laid there on his back. He wasn’t dead, but he sure felt like it.

Since his...rape, more like assault, no one had come to see him. The only thing he still retained was his mind and his hope in his rescue by his King. The latter was hard to focus on. It had been days since his capture; he didn’t know, he lost track of time. Arthur never once showed up to help him. Morgana and that bastard Harold repeated that he had been left to rot here by Arthur. He knew of Morgana’s plan to discredit Arthur to his eyes, so he would fight hard to keep his special person’s memory intact.
He will come...He cares….We are two sides of the same coin…..I know...he will..come.. he repeated over and over again like a mantra.

Honestly, that was the only thing keeping him together in this hellhole. Morgana could never break their bond. He had come to love the prat, although he knew nothing could come of it. Therefore, he had repressed his feelings to the bottom of his mind. He guessed, even far away, Arthur couldn’t leave him alone. This unhealthy attachment to his feelings were now returning in full, leaving all hope of rescue in the hands of the prat.

What was Morgana planning? Leave him there to die in his own filth? Reflecting on the past, the young man should have helped her; destiny be damned. He blamed himself for this in a way. Before Arthur, he had grown attached to the long dark haired princess. Her relaxed, cheerful features were now of the past, forgotten in the minds of everyone. Only darkness and vengeance remained. With everything that has occurred in the past few days, he believed Morgana’s old feelings for him resurfaced, before he betrayed her trust to save Camelot of course. He sighed at the memory. I guess it could be worse. Morgana could have killed him a long time ago.

*Thump*

Merlin whipped his head to his right, slightly raising himself on his elbows at the loud sound outside his cell.

What’s going on?

‘He..ey! Here to have some f-fun a….gain at my... expense?H-H-He..llo?’ his vocal chords were sensitive due to all that choking, screaming and crying. His throat was very dry, therefore his words rough and soft.

Another thump was heard. He was scared for a moment. He managed to get himself together and crawl to the corner of his tiny cell. The thick metallic door unlocked loudly; he prepared himself for another sick plan of the witch.

Once the door opened, Merlin had a hard time keeping his eyes wide due to the bright light from the corridor. Staying inside a dark room with no light had made his eyesight sensitive to brightness. But as soon as he could focus on the male figure near the doorframe, he had to doublecheck to make sure what he saw was not a fragment of his imagination.

Tears flowed freely from his eyes, his face relaxing at the image in front of him. He couldn’t believe it.

In front of him, in all his glory was Arthur, the King of Camelot. He looked tired and worn out from his rescue attempt, but it was him. The red cape with the pendragon emblem, the shiny armor, breastplate and his stupid blond hair. Arthur’s face was smiling, relief appeared on his face upon seeing his manservant still alive.

Oh my..God! He really came for me… he thought, ashamed to have ever doubted his King true intentions.

‘Merlin?’ tentatively said Arthur ‘It’s me, Arthur’

‘ Ar...thur…. y-you..came for... me!’ said the sorcerer, wiping his eyes with the back of his hurt hand.

Looking at Merlin’s state, he backed away, sheathing his sword. ‘ God...Merlin..Look at you...You look like horrible’

Merlin smiled weakly, trying to get up ‘Well, I’d...like to see you try to stay in your sister’s care for a few days..see if you like it’ He had missed their banter. If his body didn’t hurt so much, he would jump him and kiss him. Now was not the time; they had to get out f here.
‘Come on, I need to get you out of here! Get on your feet and let’s go’ urged Arthur, standing guard near the door.

‘Help would be appreciated, you prat! I-I have trouble standing up...they..beat me pretty badly’
‘Now’s not the time Merlin to insult your savior! Besides the lack of clothes, you look that bad’

‘ That would be Morgana’s healing touch as she found herself to be a benevolent bitch..’ Arthur’s eyes narrowed at the words, but said nothing and helped his servant up.’How did you find me, I believed you had abandoned me.’ he said holding onto the wall following Arthur into the long hall.

Arthur ignored him which got Merlin insecure. ‘Arthur, did I -’

‘Shut it! Unless you wanna go back to that cage, I suggest you keep quiet until we are out of this dump’ interrupted Arthur.

After that, Merlin kept quiet until said otherwise. He had trouble tailing his King. The pace was too fast for his injured body. His breathing was harsh and shallow. He felt dizzy, probably due to the lack of sustenance. He didn’t dare voice his discomfort; afraid to be scolded again. He had thought Arthur happier to have finally found him. Perhaps, Arthur was mad at him for getting himself kidnapped, causing so much trouble, especially with what happened when they last saw each other. Everytime he winced, and moaned in pain, he got this look. This angry look. He knew his other half very well; something was wrong. He would ask his questions when they made it outside, into wherever he was kept.

Merlin couldn’t be happier to feel the rays of sunlight hit his skin. Already, he felt his strength come back, little by little. So did his magic. Arthur led him outside to a secluded area, where a large tree inhabited the rest of the forest. It was silent, like there were the only ones in the world. He guessed they both could rest a little before Morgana noticed him missing. It was time to get answers out of this Dollophead!

‘I..asked earlier..how..did you find me?’ asked Merlin

‘It seemed there was a traitor in our midst’ replied Arthur, coldly. His cape was dropped on the ground carelessly.

‘ Watch that cape, you’re not the one who will have to mend it, if it rips!’ he warned his King, who only shrugged. Looking at his surrounding, he wondered where was the cavalry, his friends.
‘Where is the rest of the knights? Don’t tell me you came here without protection’ scolded his friend. What if something had happened while he wasn’t in the proximity. He could not bare the thought of losing Arthur.

‘Merlin...You are my servant and my knights have better things to do to serve damsels in distress. I told them I would get you back myself and if I didn’t come back to go warn Guinevere. No need to waste so much manpower on one little man’ said annoyingly the King

‘Geez...thanks. I see you missed me greatly, I guess you’re still mad at me for what was said?’

’It’s doesn’t have anything to do with that’
‘It doesn’t-’ he stood on the grass in disbelief from what he heard. He snapped at the disrobing King, ‘God, if you didn’t care, why did you bother coming rescue me?’

‘Hard working servants are hard to come by, especially the ones as pretty as you’ simply said the slowly advancing imposing man.

‘What are you doing?’ asked a fidgeting Merlin. No answer.

On instinct, he backed away a little. He shouldn’t be afraid of Arthur, so why did a warning bell sound his his head to leave immediately. He was confused, his crush would never..hurt him voluntarily,...right? He was not sure anymore, especially now that the blonde man had forgo the cape, gloves boots and belt, leaving him only in his armor and casual kingly fancy clothes.

Arthur stopped right next to Merlin’s spot, expectantly.

‘Undress me’ ordered the royal at his kneeling servant

Merlin looked up at him quizzically, dubious look on his delicate features.

‘What? Now? In the middle of a rescue attempt, are you mad? he questioned, eyes wide in shock at even proposing such a thing.

‘I didn’t ask for your opinion Meerrrlin… do what you are told for once and Un-dress me!’ spelling every word to emphasize the order.

Not wanting to displease him, Merlin got up and started removing every piece of armor off his muscles body unto the fresh grass. He didn’t know what crawled up the clotpole’s ass and died, but this was getting ridiculous. He believed this was Arthur’s way of punishing him for before. He growled his discontempt all the way through.

‘There, you happy, my Lord..’ sarcastically responded an angry warlock.
‘Yes...now, be a good servant and service your King.’
‘EXCUSE ME?’ baffled, Merlin wasn’t sure he heard right. Lots of beatings did that to a man.
‘Come on you heard me. Don’t be shy. I know you want me’ edged Arthur, who wore a very dark face.
‘Y-You can’t..ask that of me..not now..why do this..to me?’ The boy’s entire demeanor changed.
Arthur got tired of this nonsense and grabbed forcefully the dark curls of the man below him and pulled back. Merlin arched his back and yelped at the sudden action, eyes wide in confusion and hurt.

‘Why do you think I got you back? You really think you are worth a damn? You are worst than dirt. You talked back to me; the only reason I saved you was to get something from you. How hard can it be right? You do want my dick in you, don’t you?

What he listened to was just cruelty. His heart couldn’t stand it, it broke. This man was his whole world, his love. How could he be treated in such a way? His mind just went flat, unable to register anything. Not even the hand the pushed his face in his crotch. He grew limp in Arthur’s grip. There was only one solution to try and stop this, appeal to Arthur’s feelings for him and beg for it to stop.

‘Please...I-I love..you..Don’t do this..not you..I want...to, but not..not like this’ ashamed he continued to talk even if his speech was muffled by the pants fabric in his face. His face was pure agony. ‘ My body hurts..down there..they assaulted me..I can’t..take it..Please..please’
Eyes puffy and red, nose running, and drops of salty liquid running once again pathetically down his bruised face. Merlin mentally resigned, crushed by what would soon be his fate. Apparently, he was only good to fuck around. He had thought Arthur cared about him, but it had been a lie.

Arthur blocked out his pleas, unbuttoned his buckle and laces, while looking in admiration at the weeping boy before him. He let out ‘God, you’re beautiful when you cry’ which stunned Merlin even more into depression.

‘Open your lovely mouth and take me to the hilt, Merlin’ huskily asked Arthur. More like forced him to.

Obediently, he put his moist lips to his King shaft until the gland tapped the back of his throat, making him choke. Arthur moaned at the sensation, better than anything he had felt before. His grip loosen, but not enough to relent his hold. Merlin did his best to please him, and wished that things would be different between them.

‘That’s it...your lips are divine Merlin… It’s like you’ve done this all your life...hmm..’ Merlin sucked more, eager to let things finish quickly, silently. If only no words were spoken. If only…

Merlin licked the side with vigor, sucking in, hollowing his cheeks to get most of the big dick in. His slurping noises embarrassed him, his cheeks bushing in kind. Sadly, as much as he tried to control his bodily reactions, his apparently had other ideas. He was ashamed, his hard-on did not go invisible. It was hard (no pun intended) to resist his love. From all the times he took care of Arthur: bathed him, dressed him, massaged him, Merlin grew accustomed to this standard of beauty. Perhaps it was jealousy, he didn’t really care. The defined glistening muscle, the strong abs, that beautiful smile were all too much to ignore.

His reverie was cut short, when he got pushed onto his hands and knees by a hand keeping him in position while Arthur fondled his prick a bit longer.

‘You don’t know how long I waited for this, you were meant for me Merlin. Perfect..’
‘Y-yye.sss, my..my lord’ he whispered vainly.

‘Damaged goods don’t need any preparation, don’t they Merlin? You’re lucky I still want you. Say it’

‘I...I..N-no, I don’t’ he sobbed, letting it all go ‘ I’m ...luc..ky you ..love me..’ his weak hands were shaking under the pressure of the hand in the middle of his back. His eyes were shut tight in denial, waiting for the cock to breach his inner walls.

It didn’t take long until he felt the large tip at his entrance, pushing for passage, all dry. He cringed and panicked. Trying to move away, but unable to. Arthur hushed him ‘Let me in...Don’t move, or you will regret it. Your job is to service me; that’s why you were given to me. Now let me use you..’

Without warning, he pushed all the way in. They both screamed, both for different reasons. At this point, Merlin just left to hide in his head, but the brutal force behind him never allowed him this respite. In. Out. In and Out at a steady fast pace. Merlin’s face hit the grass under the sheer force of the other man’s violent thrusts. It rubbed at his skin, burning him. Arthur’s hands were on each side of his hips, pulling him upwards a bit, allowing for more depth. For Merlin, it was agony. He could smell the tang of blood running down his thighs. At least, the blood eased the way. Raw from screaming and crying, no vocal sounds came out, aside from little grunts and moans of pain. He hissed, pushed back scared when the pain switched to something more pleasant.

‘Ah..Ah...I knew..you’d like this..Look at you...Sinful...Damn, Merlin...’

He only panted in response, too distracted to answer, focused on reaching orgasm against his will. He knew Arthur was close when the engorged phallus thrusted faster, hitting his prostate dead on everytime.

‘Hmmm.Yes...Merlin...I’m gonna...Ah’ Arthur’s last drill had him cumming deep inside his frail battered body.

The sensation of the cum flowing through his anal canal was too much for Merlin and he came onto the green carpet yelling ‘ARTHUR!’

He collapsed, tired and in pain, leaving a very satisfied King looking down at his handy work.

Lacing up his own pants, and straightening his shirt, he flipped a hand in his sweaty hair, distancing himself from his messy manservant. His grin reached up to his small ears.

‘Thank you for your service! Oh my! You look quite broken Merlin. Fret not, your King will take care of you’

Like his life wasn’t miserable enough, the young abused warlock was pulled by slimy limbs to the hard trunk of the tree. He knocked his head against it, causing heavy bleeding to the back of his head, blood matting his black hair. Long tree vines circled around, squeezing the limp body, rendering him immobile in its clutches. All the while, the King stood there and watched it all unfold without even batting an eye.

Arthur took in the picture, and moved on from the scene to where he came from, leaving poor Merlin hang alone in the dark forest.

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Hundreds of evil sorcerers stood in line in a plain land, near Morgana’s recent hideout, where Merlin had been kept. All ready to take on the army of Camelot and redeem it to their leader. Out of the shadows of the bushes and trees, a soldier came through to greet this army.

A man came forward bowed at the man before him as a sign of utmost respect. The man smiled and nodded.

‘Everyone is ready, your highness! We will march in Camelot and do your bidding!

As the army rose in the presence of their lord, it was the image of Arthur who stood over them, smirking evilly. The dark voice that came out suddenly started to morph into something else.

The King said evilly: ‘Annihilate everyone who doesn’t swear allegiance to me. In the meantime, I will take care of greeting my pesky... brother ahhaha...’ The figure that stood proudly on top of the land transformed itself. Blond hair grew longer and darkened, body frame thinned down and breasts appeared; but most of all, sharp masculine features morphed into delicate feminine ones.

Now, stood Morgana Pendragon in all her evil glory, happy to have finally won over her annoying pet. Merlin finally learned how she felt all those years ago by those closest to her: betrayed, enough to shatter her heart.

The army marched on, bent on succeeding their mission to destroy Camelot while Morgana waited for the crown to come to her.
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