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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Uther_Pendragon
  Character:
      Arthur_Pendragon, Morgana
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-25 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 1915
****** Four Times Merlin and Uther Cuddled for Christmas ******
by tetsubinatu
Summary
     Prompt for Historical #2 - All I want for Christmas is a drawble or a
     drabble based on this prompt: Merlin/Uther, Christmas cuddles
     Each ficlet stands alone. The non-con warning applies only to the
     third ficlet (which is, no denying it, very dark) and the underage is
     only a caution because ficlets three and four could be read that way,
     although I did not intend them as underage.
Notes
     As there are four teams in the Merlin Games I thought that I would
     write a ficlet for each team style and mix it up a bit - hence, of
     the four fics:
     * two are in present tense, two in past
     * one gen, two established relationships and one first time
     * one angst, one fluff, one dark (noncon), one Australian
     * one Arthur POV, one Uther and two Merlin POV
     YES - THERE IS NON-CON IN THE THIRD FICLET. No other warnings other
     than possible underage for the third and fourth ficlets because
     Merlin's age is not stated. In my head Merlin is at least 18 but I
     don't make that clear.
     Each ficlet stands alone and can be read without reference to the
     others.
***** Canon *****
CANON VARIANT (ANGST) - This is set in the early part of Season 4.
 
Outside the snow is drifting slowly past the window, settling into all the
nooks and crannies of the towers, dusting the window ledges lightly. It won't
last - soon the snow will stop and the sharp wind will return to blow any
remaining snowfall away - but for now the silver sky is a pale backdrop for the
falling snowflakes.
Uther sits in his usual chair, and his eyes are on the window but Merlin cannot
tell whether he is seeing the snow or not. Gwen has gone out for a breath of
air - or, more probably, a quick kiss and cuddle from the Prince - and Merlin
has come to sit with the King, bringing with him the scent of ginger and
cinnamon. He'd been helping in the kitchen but they have an unspoken agreement,
the five of them, that Uther will not be abandoned to strangers, however
difficult he becomes. Gaius and Merlin, Gwen and Arthur, and Uther's
manservant, Job, divide the duties between them.
Job handles most of the nights, only occasionally calling for Arthur or Gaius
when Uther becomes more difficult than usual. Arthur spends the least time
there; his duties have increased as the King's have dropped away. Gwen is in
attendance for most of the daylight hours, relieved at times by Merlin when he
can get away from his own duties and by Gaius, who sits with Uther for an hour
every evening while the others eat their dinner.
As the wind picks up, Uther becomes more and more restless. "Is it Yule yet?"
he asks, yet again.
"No, Sire, not yet," Merlin replies. Uther shivers in his cloak but Merlin
knows that he is not cold. The King's chambers are kept very warm.
Uther picks at the gingerbread, fresh from the oven, that Merlin brought for
him. His fingers dig into the pretty cut-out star shape, rubbing the crumbs so
that Merlin wants to take the food away from him if he is not going to eat it.
A few bites make it to Uther's mouth but he is not really interested.
"Is it Yule yet?"
"Not yet, Sire." Merlin sighs. "Two more days."
The King is silent.
"Ar.. Prince Arthur took the knights out yesterday to bring in the Yule Log,"
Merlin says into the silence. "It's a big one this year. They went all the way
up to the ridge for it - took a dozen oxen to get it across the valley, and all
the men helped to pull it into the Great Hall ..."
"Ygraine used to ..." Uther interrupts.
Merlin waits.
"At this time of year she ..." The King twists his fingers. "She always ...
There were decorations and we would dance. She loved this time of year. Too
cold, I always said but she ..."
Merlin realises that Uther is shaking, his head dropping to his knees.
"She ... I miss her." At first the words are a whisper, then a moan as he
repeats them, "I miss her. Every day, she isn't here, I miss her." Now the
words are rising to a shout. "I want her back! I miss her!"
Merlin looks around helplessly, then reaches out a tentative hand to place on
Uther's arm. "She would be here if she could, I'm sure."
The King huddles in on himself, rocking to and fro in his chair, "Where is she?
She should be here!"
Merlin moves to kneel beside the distraught man, cautiously putting an arm
around his shoulder. It's what his mother would do. "It's all right, it will be
fine. Arthur will come soon, and Gaius will come to sit with you for dinner.
We're having roast duck this evening - it smells really good."
Letting the stream of soothing babble slip from his mouth, he rocks with his
weeping companion, his eyes fixed unseeing upon the darkening sky outside.
It's awful, it's tragic, it's obscene that Merlin has to comfort this man, this
tyrant who would light his pyre as soon as look at him if he had the faintest
idea of who and what Merlin is - yet Merlin cannot help the tears which rise to
his eyes as the broken man in his arms keens softly over a loss which is more
than twenty years past.
There comes a time when Uther straightens, pushing aside Merlin's consolation
as if it had never happened. He looks out into the darkness of Camelot's night
for a long time before his attention turns back to Merlin.
"Is it Yule yet?" he asks.
Merlin shifts in his chair, his breathing slow and deep.
"Not yet, Sire," he replies quietly. "Not yet."
***** Modern AU *****
MODERN AU VARIANT (FLUFF)
 
"Merlin!" Arthur called.
His assistant's shaggy head popped into view around the corner. "Yes, Arthur?"
Arthur sighed. "We're at work, Merlin."
Merlin's eyes rolled. "If you want me to call you Mr Pendragon you should call
me Mr Emrys, then!"
"You're my assistant, Merlin. Assistants get called by their first name, bosses
get called Mister."
Merlin's face showed his deep suspicion of this generalisation but before he
could point out that Morgana's assistant, Gwen, called her Morgana, and Gwaine
called Leon, Leon, Arthur's phone rang.
"Pendragon! Yes, Father. Of course, Father. I am well aware, Father..." Arthur
stared at the phone before replacing it in the cradle.
"You can go, Merlin. Apparently as it is Christmas I am to let you go early..."
Merlin was already halfway out the door.
"Early start next week, Merlin!" Arthur called after him. "We have time to make
up!"
He really did need to get those papers on his desk over to Morgana's office
before he left, though. Arthur sighed as he retrieved them from his out tray
and prepared to carry them over himself. He tried to avert his eyes as he
passed the plate glass window of his father's office. He wished it were a novel
sight to see Merlin sitting astride his father and kissing him
enthusiastically, but by now it really wasn't. Although the shirtlessness and
Santa Hat were.
Morgana met him at that point. The vulgar wench probably enjoyed the view.
Uther's hand was going to leave bruises on Merlin's arse if he kept doing that.
Merlin didn't seem as if it worried him, though - quite the contrary.
"Merry Christmas, Arthur!" Morgana chirped cheerfully without looking even
slightly in his direction.
"Ho ho ho," Arthur returned glumly. "See you tonight at Uther's?"
"I'm looking forward to it!" she carolled.
Yes, Arthur could see that she was.
***** Historical AU (Dark) *****
Chapter Summary
     This is the chapter for which the warnings were issued: NON-CON and
     possible underage
HISTORICAL AU VARIANT (DARK)
 
The madrigals drift gorgeous harmonies up to the towers as Uther pulls Merlin
into his lap.
"Shall I kill you today, little sorcerer? A Solstice present for Igraine?"
Merlin regards his ankles.
"Or do you have a Yule gift for me?" Uther smells of mead as he tugs at
Merlin's clothes and obediently Merlin removes his tunic, the only garment he
is wearing aside from the intricately worked gold collar around his narrow
neck.
Uther runs a possessive hand over Merlin's body, the fingers of his other hand
lodged firmly in Merlin's hair. "It's not new, little sorcerer. What can you
offer me that is new?"
"You know I have nothing," Merlin mumbles.
"Not even your magic, any more," Uther says mildly. "Perhaps I should re-name
you 'Little Serf' or 'Little Fucktoy'.
Merlin's eyes flare, but he says nothing. The bruises around his mouth and chin
indicate that he is not always as restrained, but tonight he is wary of the
King's mood.
Abruptly, Uther shoves him to the floor. "Go on then, give me what you have,"
he says, slouching back in his chair. His hand goes out to his goblet as Merlin
shuffles between his legs and unlaces the King's breeches, but as soon as he is
hard he pulls Merlin's hair again. Merlin rises and straddles the king, one
hand reaching behind him to guide Uther's wet prick inside his prepared arse.
"Yes," Uther says, low and deep. The danger has passed and Merlin can let his
guard down a little. Now remains only the tedious task of bringing the King to
completion. Merlin rises and sinks, rises and sinks. His thighs ache but this
is a customary task and Merlin knows not to stop or change his pace without
orders. Finally, finally Uther grasps his hips and takes control for the final
frantic moments before he grunts and spurts his load into Merlin.
Merlin sags shakily for a moment before he moves to get off, but Uther
unexpectedly holds on, pulling Merlin forward and sideways so that he is lying
on Uther's chest, his head pillowed on Uther's collarbone and his legs coming
up to curl under his chin, his feet wedged into the arm of the chair. He can
hear Uther's heartbeat under his head.
They lie there together, undisturbed, for a long time as outside the bells
chime the night away.
***** Reincarnation *****
REINCARNATION VARIANT (AUSTRALIAN)
 
Morgana dunked Arthur viciously in a spray of salt water, only to gasp as a
flailing hand pulled her under with him. She came up again gasping, but
laughing, and without pausing jumped on the back of an incautious Gwen.
Under his umbrella by the sand dunes Uther chuckled at the horseplay of the
children in the waves before returning to his book. Only the feel of a few
stray droplets from Merlin as he threw himself onto the beach towel beside him
diverted his attention from the latest Peter Corris novel which had been a
Christmas gift from Gaius.
"Back so soon?" he asked vaguely, his mind still roaming the mean streets of
Sydney.
"I think I'm beginning to go crispy at the edges," Merlin admitted. "Would you
give me a hand with my back?"
Uther admired the long lean back stretched out for his delectation. "My
pleasure, Merlin." Carefully marking his place he took the bottle of sunscreen
and squeezed a large dollop onto the centre of Merlin's spine.
Merlin shivered.
"Cold?" Uther smirked, beginning to spread the sunscreen across Merlin's
surprisingly wide shoulders.
"Not so much," Merlin said breathlessly. His muscles under Uther's hands were
tense. Uther laughed.
"I see," he drawled, deliberately slowing his strokes, making them deeper and
more sensual. Merlin's breathing became distinctly erratic, seeming to cease
altogether as Uther's hands roamed purposefully over the planes of his back and
dipped to the top of his shorts, then slightly under the waistband.
"I wouldn't want you to get burned if your shorts slipped down," Uther
explained.
"Nn..no," Merlin admitted.
"Need help with the front?" Uther offered, his hands smoothing the hollow of
Merlin's back one last time before he took them away.
Merlin was silent a long moment before he glanced over his shoulder. His wet
hair dripped onto his shoulders, his lip was caught between his teeth and his
long lashes framed startlingly blue eyes as they contemplated the man beside
him. Uther regarded him solemnly.
"Yeah?" Merlin ventured.
"Come here, then."
Uther arranged them so that Merlin's back was resting against Uther's chest
before dripping some more sunscreen onto Merlin's collarbone.
"Convenient," Merlin said softly. Uther's answering chuckle rumbled through
Merlin's body as his hands came around to begin their torturous journey across
Merlin's chest and stomach.
"Enjoying your Christmas, boy?" Uther asked.
"Oh yeah," Merlin said, letting his head drop back onto Uther's shoulder. "It's
been great. And I have a feeling that Boxing Day is going to be even better."
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