Merlin fic: Surrender to love's embrace

[dk323]

Title: Surrender to love's embrace (1/1)
Author: dk323
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,774
Warnings: Non-con, mind control, incest
Disclaimer: The show Merlin is property of the BBC.
Author's Notes (A/N): Written for merlinxarthur's fanfic challenge #8.

Picture prompt #8:

Title inspired by "Surrender To Hope" song by Immediate Music.

Summary: Merlin never expected to encounter a blond angel who keeps his secrets close to his heart. Soon, Merlin will learn what the angel -- going by the strangely common name of Arthur -- has been hiding.

~ * ~

The moon glowed brighter that night. Driving on a quiet country road, Merlin hadn’t anticipated anything of interest happening. The music was low, he could barely hear it, and instead the sounds of the breeze and dogs barking off in the distance became the song of the night.

He drew a sharp breath when his headlights brought his attention to a man sitting on the road in front of him. Hurriedly, Merlin put on the brakes, his car screeching to a halt.

Trying to calm his racing heart, Merlin sat there unsure what to do. There was a man on the road, and now upon closer look from his driver’s seat, he swore the man was naked. And oh god, did the man have…wings?

He had to help the man or angel, whoever or whatever the person was. That was the best thing to do because Merlin couldn’t just leave him there.

Merlin turned off the ignition and climbed out of his car. Taking a cautious step forward, he felt sad for the angel – as what else could he be with great feathery white wings like that?

The unhappy angel was curled up in a fetal position. His head was down on his knees and his arms were wrapped around his legs. He looked lost.  

What had happened? Or more like, what had gone wrong for this unfortunate angel to be here in such a state of melancholy?

“Hello? I’m Merlin. Are you all right? If you need help, I can--”

The angel stood up and before Merlin could finish what he was going to say, the unexpectedly forward angel took his face in his hands and kissed him right on the lips.

Merlin was taken aback, but then he couldn’t help but be swept up in the kiss. He moaned with it.

“I apologize,” the angel said quickly as he pulled away. Merlin was left standing there, feeling himself wavering a bit, as he tried to recover from the breathless kiss. “It has been a long, difficult day for me, and I was just grateful to see someone who’d wish to help me. You taste nice, sweet like fruit. Did you know that?”

Merlin stared at him. Now facing the angel, he observed that he was blond, hair as golden as the sun and eyes as blue as the clearest blue sky. And as he looked down – albeit blushing slightly because a strange, superhumanly handsome naked stranger was standing before him – and saw that the angel was quite well-endowed too.

Merlin thought of Adonis, the god of beauty and desire.

Yes, this angel was like Adonis, and Merlin felt inadequate in his presence. He was tall, and may be too thin if his mum’s constant ‘reminders’ to eat more were any indication. His hair was as black as tar and while his eyes were blue, they were certainly not as striking a blue as this angel’s.

His mum of course always told him how absolutely lovely his blue eyes were, but Merlin had shrugged it off as his mum saying that because isn’t that what mums did? Say how great their children were to build their self-esteem?

Honestly right now, he almost wished someone else had encountered this angel first…someone who looked more of an equal to this Adonis-like being. His confidence in his own looks was getting weaker every minute he was with the angel.

He cleared his throat. “Um, no I didn’t know that, but thanks. What’s your name? And are you an angel or just wearing a really good costume?”

The blond nodded. “Yes I am an angel. My name is Arthur.”

Merlin raised his brow. “Arthur, just Arthur?”

That sounded like such a painfully normal name for a supernatural being. What sort of angel was named Arthur? I mean, really. 

“Yes.”

“And why are you here? Last I heard, angels don’t live on Earth. Did something bad happen? Did you fall from Grace? But then you still have your wings…and you’re naked, and I should get you some clothes. You could come with me. I have a place. You can stay with me for a bit.”

Shit, Merlin thought. He was rambling. He had to stop that.

Arthur frowned. “I’m not ready to talk about why I’m here. I’d like to stay with you if you’re offering. I appreciate it. If you don’t mind me keeping some secrets to myself.”

“Oh no! That’s all right. Me, I’m never curious. Not at all. If you’ve had a stressful day, then I don’t want to badger you with questions.”

“Thank you.”

With that, Merlin found his trench coat he had stored away in the car boot in case of cold weather. He gave the coat to Arthur.

“Here, this should suffice until we get home. Although with your wings, I’m not sure,” Merlin said, biting his lip.

“I can retract my wings, it’s perfectly workable. Thank you. I appreciate it.” Arthur assured him, and Merlin watched in fascination as Arthur smoothly retracted his white wings into the nubs on his back.

Merlin smiled. “It’s nothing really… that kiss we shared, that was um…it was the best I’ve had. Don’t know if that sounds sad, but it’s true.” He shrugged.

“I hope we can do more, actually,” Arthur said quietly, seriously.

Merlin didn’t know if it was the sweet, wonderful sound of Arthur’s angelic voice or the way his blue eyes glowed brightly – mesmerizing him -- but he had this sudden desire for Arthur to claim him.

Then he felt silly for such a thought that was best left for harlequin novels, thank you very much. So he let Arthur into the car and he drove them home.

~ * ~

Merlin’s cottage was nestled amidst a patch of woods. It was somewhat eerie to be isolated like this yet also rather charming and peaceful to be here. Merlin chose to focus on the enchanting charm of the location. It was more than he could have ever dreamed of.

Cai, his Welsh sheepdog, greeted Merlin enthusiastically after he opened the door.

“You have a dog?” Arthur asked curiously as he stepped inside.

“Yeah. I’m an author, not wildly popular or anything, but it’s enough to pay some of the bills. I chose to live in this cottage for a few months, hopefully to gain inspiration for my next novel. I didn’t want to be alone, though, so that’s why I have Cai. He’s my writing companion. Cai’s very helpful, let me tell you,” said Merlin solemnly, flashing Arthur a quick grin.

Arthur looked amused. “Right. Of course. Well he looks like a good dog.”

He tentatively pat the sheepdog on his head, and he was rewarded with Cai wagging his tail happily at him. The dog even managed to lick Arthur’s hand.

Merlin smiled, pleased. “Yes he’s quite friendly. I should go feed him, actually. And I need to walk him too. Would you like to come along? Or you’re probably tired, so you can take my bed if you like.”

Merlin directed him to his bedroom, and Arthur commented thoughtfully, “The bed looks big enough for two. We could share. I’d hate to impose on you.”

Merlin resisted the strong temptation to blush. “Erm, the bed isn’t that big. It’s all right. I’ll use the couch. It’s a retractable bed, so I’ll be fine.”

Arthur made a non-committal sound.

Feeling like there was a giant elephant in the room all of a sudden, Merlin rummaged through his drawers for a shirt and pants for Arthur.

“Here you go,” Merlin told him. “Hopefully they’ll fit you well enough.”

“Thank you. They’ll do.”

Arthur smiled at him leaving Merlin wondering what sort of person would kick Arthur out of his home, Heavenly home as it very likely may be. Arthur seemed like a nice person or angel, really, and he couldn’t let go of discovering Arthur’s story. A story that Arthur had expressly declined to discuss, and so Merlin let him because it was too soon to force the matter when they barely knew one another. The questioning would have to wait for now.

“I’ll just take care of Cai,” Merlin told him. “Feel free to look around. The bathroom’s next door to my bedroom.”

Arthur nodded and he proceeded to get dressed while Merlin went to give Cai his food.

When Cai was ready for his walk, Merlin told Arthur so.

“You’ll be all right on your own?”

“Yeah, I’ve walked him before this late. I’m used to it,” Merlin informed him. “There’s a piano in my study… previous owner decided to keep it here. I’m not much of a piano player, unfortunately. Wish I were.” He confided in Arthur sadly.

“I play some piano. I’ll take a look.”

Merlin was glad. “Good. That piano needs some love.”

Merlin just noticed Arthur’s face fall at the word ‘love’. What was that about?

“I’ll be back soon.”

“All right. Have a good walk.” He said with a nod.

He ventured into the study Merlin pointed out to him.

~ * ~

As Merlin walked with his dog along the path in the sleeping wood, he swore that someone or something was following him.

What he hadn’t told Arthur was that he possessed magic. Not much, but adequate enough to defend himself. Merlin hummed a little spell to conjure a small blue ball of light to grant him sight in the dark night. Cautiously, he directed the light ball behind him, and by the ball’s light, he looked hard to uncover what dared to stalk him. But unfortunately, Merlin could see no one or nothing suspicious. An owl only hooted nearby.

He turned back around, and he shot the ball of blue light ahead of him, Cai intently going after it. Chasing after the ball of light was one of his dog’s favorite games.

He could conjure a ball of light to light his way in the darkness, knock someone off their feet with just a wave of his hand or any other maneuver needed to protect himself when necessary. His mum knew about his magic, of course, and she believed that the magic came from his father.

Yet his father had died before Merlin was born, so Merlin was left without a person to confide in about his magic. His mum was great, yes, but this magic thing was a mystery to her even though she tried her best to understand. Merlin hadn’t dared tell his friends about the magic because it would lead jokes about his name being Merlin and the irony of him having magic. Gwaine, undoubtedly, would ask him if he created ‘magic’ in the bedroom.

Maybe he was fated to meet a supernatural being, an angel, like Arthur. They were two of a kind, the both of them. If Merlin would have to choose one person to reveal his magical abilities to, it would be Arthur. He wouldn’t tease him about it, and he would surely understand since he was an otherworldly being like Merlin was in a way – his magical talents not quite making him fit in the category of ‘ordinary human being.’

~ * ~

Merlin returned home with Cai to the welcome sound of the piano playing a sweet melody. Oh, it would be nice to play like that. He settled Cai down for bed, affectionately scratching him behind the ears.

He headed to the study, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, enjoying the melody, as he observed Arthur playing the formerly ill-used piano. Arthur’s fingers skating across the piano delicately as if the piano was treasured thing to be played gracefully. The sound was beautiful and Merlin was reminded of wind chimes and a chorus of plaintive birdsong.

Arthur looked up. His lips twisted into a small smile. “Welcome back. Walk went well?”

Merlin nodded. “I’m impressed. I love how you play, like an – well, like an angel, which I suppose is redundant in this case, but it’s true.”

“Thank you.” He said as his blue-eyed gaze returned to the piano.

“I have magic,” Merlin blurted out, wanting to get his secret out before he lost the nerve to do so.

Arthur returned his steady gaze upon him. He smiled widely, looking bemused. “Yes I knew that even before I kissed you. That’s why I knew you were the person I should seek company with. Though I did enjoy tasting the magical essence on you. Like I said before, your magic tasted sweet.”

“Like fruit, yes. I remember,” Merlin acknowledged. “What sort of fruit though?” He wondered cheekily.

Arthur only laughed heartily in response, and Merlin decided that he liked that happy, carefree sound coming from him.

~ * ~

The next day, Arthur offered to take Cai on his afternoon walk. Merlin obliged him, saying he was in the middle of a creative streak in his writing that he didn’t want to lose.

After looking him up and down, making Merlin feel quite self-conscious, Arthur reminded him to make sure he ate.

Merlin gave him the eye, and then retorted that he would do that if Arthur kissed him. To his pleasure, Arthur did just that.

But then, not long after Arthur left with Cai, Merlin felt his magical senses on alert. Someone was here who shouldn’t be. He recalled the feeling of being followed on his late night walk with his dog. Was this the same person?

Merlin stood up abruptly, turning around. “Who’s there?” He asked.

An angel appeared before him, though this one had hair as dark as his own and his eyes were a dark blue almost black. His white wings were tinged with black like they were covered with dirt.

Merlin stepped back from the intruder angel. He put his hand out in front of him in a defensive pose, ready to use his magic. “Who are you?” He demanded, his voice wavering slightly at the fear the angel seemed to instill in him.

“I am Mordred. And I see Arthur has yet to lay his claim on you. What a shame,” the angel, Mordred, said smoothly.

“What are you on about?” Merlin asked, annoyed, even if he could make a good guess about what Mordred was suggesting. But if he could just keep the angel talking.

“I can make your life very pleasant,” Mordred said in such a honey-sweet voice that had Merlin enraptured.

It wasn’t like Arthur’s voice, and a small bit of dread seeped into him. This was wrong. He should fight. He should get Mordred out of his head. But it was so hard, and his head was growing fuzzy, his senses becoming dimmer until he lost the fight.

He was vaguely aware of Mordred setting him down upon the bed in his room. Merlin was helpless as a distracting, all too enchanting melody overwhelmed him. A moment later Mordred seemed to have melted away his clothes so that he was naked as Mordred.

Mordred’s dark eyes surveyed him, lust clearly written in his gaze. He teased Merlin, his lips soft as they kissed his neck and went all the way down to Merlin’s inner thigh, close to his cock, but his lips not touching it. Merlin groaned with disappointment at the foreplay, the melody clouding his judgment of this not being right.

His hips bucked. “Please, I want you,” Merlin begged him.

Mordred smiled, all too pleased. “Relax, my pretty pet. Patience. Turn over,” he instructed Merlin.

Merlin turned over obediently, and Mordred swept his hands over his arse. “So warm you are. Are you aroused, pet? Are you?”

Merlin moaned.

“Say my name. Say you’re mine, my pet. Say it,” Mordred commanded of him.

But Merlin remained silent, something inside him stopping from doing that.

Mordred hummed in mild discontent at the disobedience. “Too soon, I suppose. I’ll just continue on then.”

Merlin felt Mordred’s slick finger penetrate his hole. “You’re so tight. It seems not even a human has taken you in a while. All the more inviting for me. I want you to turn around so I can see your face,” he directed Merlin.

Merlin turned around. He was feeling all too aroused now, his cock an angry red and he needed to, he just needed to let go.

Mordred smiled. “You’re doing well, my tame pet. No touching yourself or me, now,” he told him as Merlin attempted to reach out to Mordred. “And don’t come just yet.”

The angel placed Merlin’s arms above his head and Merlin kept them there at Mordred’s behest. He wanted nothing more than to please Mordred, the angel with black and white wings.

“Please, I need to…I can’t take it anymore,” Merlin pleaded with him.

“You look so good like this, submitting to me. You’re going to be favourite, you know,” Mordred said casually, looking at Merlin like he was planning to devour him. That thought only made Merlin want to be with the angel more. “I’m going to enjoy taking pleasure with you,” Mordred told him, and Merlin wanted him so badly too. It was almost painful, the want and desire for Mordred.

Mordred spread his wings, so that he enclosed Merlin on both sides trapping him in the angel’s embrace.

“You can come now, pet,” Mordred finally allowed him.

Merlin did so with a great moan of relief and pleasure. Then a loud, very angry yell shattered the intoxicatingly pleasurable atmosphere.

“How dare you! How fuckin’ dare you, Mordred! You’re supposed to be my brother!”

Arthur growled as he viciously shoved Mordred off the bed.

Merlin felt like a child again, fear taking over him. He wrapped the sheets around his naked form and he curled himself up. With bated breath, he watched the exchange between Arthur and Mordred.

“Half-brother,” corrected Mordred. “Anyway, you’ve been tossed out, and you haven’t even claimed this human. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

Arthur punched Mordred in the face.

Merlin felt some relief at Arthur coming to his aid, but then he was also deeply concerned. If one angel could take advantage of him in this way, and Arthur was an angel too – what if Arthur had been planning to do the same thing to Merlin as Mordred had done? Except Arthur may have decided to wait for the opportune moment. Merlin recalled Arthur hoping they could do more than kiss when they first met.

Oh no. No. Merlin wanted to look away from the two angels, but he couldn’t. Despite his misgivings, he found the sight of Arthur with his golden hair and glittering angry blue eyes pushing Mordred down to be irresistible. It was like Arthur was the avenging angel knight, coming to Merlin’s rescue.

Damn it all. He wanted Arthur. It was that simple. If this was some angelic enchantment, then so be it because Arthur had to be better than Mordred, right? The facts of Arthurian legend answered that question easily for Merlin.

“Arthur?” Merlin finally spoke out loud, though his voice was weaker than he wanted it to sound. “What does he mean about claiming?”

Arthur looked to Merlin, his expression softening to one of concern and guilt as he laid his eyes on him.

“Mordred is not one for good manners. He’s always been impulsive. He won’t touch you again, and he will never have you,” Arthur assured Merlin.

“You think you’re so high and mighty, but oh, if your pet just knew what you did!” Mordred shot back at Arthur gleefully. “I’d like to see you claim him now or else I’ll tell him why you were forced to fall,” challenged Mordred.

“Arthur? What is it? What did you do?” Merlin wanted to know.

Arthur glared at Mordred. Then he turned to Merlin, looking grim as he spoke, “I just made love to someone I shouldn’t have. For my weakness, there were consequences. I was punished for my actions.”

“Ha!” Mordred exclaimed in amusement.

Arthur covered Mordred’s mouth with his hand. “Don’t you say a word,” he demanded of his half-brother.

Mordred ripped Arthur’s hand away, and he pushed Arthur off of him. “I wasn’t going to,” he insisted. “I think you should claim your human now. It could be a truce. As long as I get to watch. Can’t miss a good show.”

“I hate you, Mordred,” Arthur muttered under his breath.

But Arthur still went to Merlin. “I’m sorry. I wanted to wait until we knew one another better.”

He placed his hand over Merlin’s cheek. “What does it mean, to claim? How will it affect me?” Merlin asked.

“No other angel but me will be able to make love with you once I claim you. You can still take pleasure from other humans, but I would hope you would remain with me. I do like you more than I should, maybe, but I can’t help this feeling,” Arthur confided in him softly.

“I think I feel the same,” Merlin admitted as Arthur kissed his lips and then lovingly left feather-soft kisses down his neck.

“Good, I’m glad,” Arthur said with a smile. Merlin smiled back, feeling happy and just right to be with Arthur in this way.

With Arthur, there was no enchanting melody making his head fuzzy. There was just Arthur.

Arthur’s clothes had vanished, which allowed Merlin to appreciate Arthur’s chiseled body. He just had to touch Arthur. So he did, hands feeling Arthur’s back and feeling his arse and his strong thighs. Merlin spread his thighs, exposing himself to Arthur freely and wanting him inside him so badly.

“You’re beyond words,” Arthur uttered sincerely.

Merlin felt something slick go into his entrance, and somehow, it made him think of an ethereal place where everything was so beautiful and just perfect that he almost wanted to weep at the otherworldly sights.

“You won’t feel any pain,” Arthur assured him, stroking his cheek with a warm hand.

Then as Arthur thrust into him, Merlin’s hands gripped Arthur’s shoulders. Merlin moaned in pleasure as Arthur continued to thrust into him, hard and fast. Merlin’s hips bucked at the contact, desiring more. He never wanted it to end.

Then Arthur stopped, and lay down beside him. Arthur’s white wings spread out and enveloped the both of them in a warm cocoon.

Merlin groaned as he came. He was spent. “I want--” he asked of Arthur, feeling too tired to say all he wanted to say.

“What do you want, Merlin?”

“I want to touch you,” Merlin managed to get out.

“Touch away,” Arthur said softly. He was practically petting Merlin’s dark hair, and Merlin never felt more at peace with himself, his life, the universe.

He bent down and kissed the head of Arthur’s cock with his lips. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Arthur’s cock.

“Merlin, you don’t have to,” Arthur said.

Merlin gave him a look. He wanted to do this, so Arthur better deal with it.

Merlin felt Arthur around his mouth and he continued to suck, enjoying the almost sweet, euphoric-inducing taste of Arthur. Arthur’s wings spread out, and then Merlin just had to reach out to touch Arthur’s feathery wings.

And as Merlin had hoped, touching Arthur’s wings did prove to arouse Arthur as he moaned in absolute bliss and spent himself inside Merlin’s inviting mouth.

Merlin swallowed, deciding that Arthur’s come was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Like all the sweetest berries in existence coming together to satisfy Merlin so completely he felt he couldn’t want for anything else.

“Arthur, I’m yours,” Merlin declared breathlessly, and then he shifted closer to Arthur, letting the angel embrace him.

“And I’m yours, too, Merlin,” Arthur replied in a whisper, hugging Merlin to him.

Merlin saw that Mordred had gone for which he was grateful. He never wanted to see Mordred again.

“Arthur?” Merlin asked after several long moments of comfortable silence.

“Yes?”

“Where’s Cai? Is he all right?” Merlin felt bad for forgetting about his loyal companion, but he had been rather preoccupied, so he hoped his dog would forgive him.

Arthur chuckled. “Don’t worry. I made sure Cai was asleep in his bed, having pleasant dreams, before I went to help you. I didn’t want him seeing you in trouble and leaving him distressed. Though I’m sure he would have done a great job at biting Mordred’s leg off,” he mused with a grin.

“Definitely, I agree with you on that. I should go check on him.”

“In a little bit,” Arthur told him.

“Why?” Merlin asked, confused.

“There’s something I need to do first.”

And then he put his hand over Merlin’s hip.

“Arthur, what are you --?” Merlin wanted to know, but Arthur only shushed him.

Arthur said some words in an ancient language Merlin couldn’t comprehend. A striking golden dragon with pure white eyes now marked his body. The dragon’s head was a few inches above Merlin’s waist and the magical creature’s golden tail curled down into Merlin’s inner thigh. The dragon’s grand wings rested on its back.

Merlin uttered his astonishment. “The dragon’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

“It’s a clear reminder to other angels that you and I are together. This marking will keep you safe, Merlin, and remind you that I love you,” Arthur explained to him with a fond smile.

He traced the outline of the dragon on Merlin.

“I believe I love you too,” Merlin said, smiling back at him. And he couldn’t deny that Arthur touching his dragon marking was rather arousing. He stifled a moan, but he just barely managed it.

The rest of the day turned out to be one of the happiest, most relaxing days of Merlin’s life.

~ * ~

After a few days, Merlin felt like he was walking on clouds. He was so grateful to have met Arthur and to have him in his life.

But then reality came crashing down, or more like confusion, when he discovered a baby girl with blonde hair and green eyes upon his doorstep one morning. The baby was bundled in a green blanket inside of a wicker basket.

Merlin stared at the baby, and he told Cai to step back as he looked like he wanted to sniff the strange baby to satisfy his curiosity.

When the baby began to cry, Merlin’s decision was made for him. He took the baby in his arms, cradling her.

“Ssssh, it’s all right. You’re not alone,” he murmured to the baby, trying to calm her down.

“Arthur!” Merlin called for him.

But the baby’s cries had already alerted Arthur and he emerged from the study where he’d been at the piano.

“This baby was just left at the door,” Merlin explained as the baby, thankfully, quieted down.

Arthur looked sheepish. “She’s mine,” he confessed to Merlin.

Merlin just avoided gaping at him. “What?”

“Like I told you before…I made love to someone, and--”

“This baby was the consequence,” Merlin concluded. “Why was this person someone you shouldn’t have made love to?”

“I know this will look bad, but we loved each other… I still love her. How can I not when we created life together?”

“Arthur, who was she?” Merlin asked wearily.

“My sister, Morgana,” Arthur admitted.

“Like full sister? Not just half? Like with Mordred?”

“I don’t think it makes much of a difference, but yes, Morgana and I share both parents. I understand if this is too strange for you. I do still love you, Merlin. Please believe that,” Arthur told him earnestly.

Merlin sighed. He handed the baby to Arthur who took her gladly.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting this family drama, but I believe you when you say you still care for me. You having a child with your sister shouldn’t take all that away,” Merlin said thoughtfully. “Do you know why your daughter was left here? Is she here to stay?”

Arthur looked lost. “I don’t know, Merlin. As far as I know, maybe she is here to stay with me indefinitely. You don’t mind, do you?”

Merlin shook his head, feeling resigned to his new change in circumstances. “It’s fine. We just have to make sure we get everything needed to take care of her properly. Does she have a name?”

Arthur shook his head. “Could you help me think of one?”

Merlin nodded. “Yes, of course. I’ll do my best.”

He watched with undisguised happiness as Arthur raised his child to fondly kiss her on the forehead.

An unexpected turn of events, true, Merlin thought, but that didn’t lessen his love for Arthur. And he certainly had a story to tell his mum when he next saw her.

~ * ~