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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Merlin_(Merlin), Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, First_Time, Age_Difference, Dubious_Consent, Voyeurism,
      Masturbation
  Collections:
      Camelot_Remix_2014
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-19 Words: 2455
****** Said the Spider to the Fly ******
by GeekLover
Summary
     This isn't a fairytale, but who cares?
     No luck, but a little lust and obsession turn a crush into something
     much darker.
Notes
     Hope I did your story justice and you like this remix of your great
     fic!
  This work was inspired by
      Fortunate_Crime_Is_Called_Virtue by teprometo
There was one thing about all of this that Merlin is sure of - this isn’t about
luck. Merlin had never considered himself a lucky person. It wasn’t luck that
caused him to be the only magical freak in his small hometown of Ealdor, with
only one friend that would have him.
It wasn’t luck when his favorite uncle Gaius died and his mother inherited his
spacious house, some might even call it a mansion, in Camelot - a town Merlin
had never even heard of.
It wasn’t luck when a spell gone awry led to the smashed front window of their
new neighbor’s home. It wasn’t luck that had Merlin falling for said neighbor,
Arthur Pendragon, at first sight.
And despite appearances to the contrary, it wasn’t luck that now had Merlin on
all fours with Arthur balls deep in his arse.
It wasn’t luck. It was planning...with the help of a little magic.
Ever since Merlin was a kid he had trouble keeping control of his magic. It was
almost as if it had a mind of its own. But he had learned to control it and use
it to his advantage by the time he was a teenager. But when he met Arthur,
something inside of him just ignited and it was as if all of his magic was
trying to burst from his body. He’d never had that kind of a reaction to
another person before. Something about Arthur connected to the deepest part of
himself, and it scared Merlin senseless. It didn’t hurt that Arthur’s blonde
hair, blue eyes, and seeming intelligence were exactly, secretly, Merlin’s
type.
At first he tried to avoid Arthur when he could. But his mother loved everyone,
a trait Merlin usually found endearing - except for now when she would
constantly invite Arthur over and, even worse, volunteer Merlin for odd jobs
around Arthur’s house.
It wasn’t exactly a hardship. Merlin had never met anyone who seemed to be as
allergic to wearing a shirt as Arthur. Maybe it should have unnerved Merlin
that a grown man would walk around half-dressed while spending so much time
around such a younger man, but Merlin’s teenage hormones overruled his brain.
He spent too much time gazing at Arthur’s rock hard abs and practically fell
over the first time Arthur bent over and revealed his perfect apple-shaped ass.
And even though he thought he must be rapidly losing brain cells due to the
loss of blood to his brain, he started to think that Arthur might be attracted
to him to. One day, he was working in Arthur’s garden. It was a blisteringly
hot day, and Merlin felt that even his eyeballs were sweating. He stripped out
of his shirt and bend over to pull out some weeds. He felt a pair of eyes bore
into his back. At first it felt a little unsettling, but when he looked over
his shoulder Arthur was nowhere around. But all throughout the day, he would
get that feeling again. It didn’t feel discomfiting this time, it felt like a
hand gentle gliding down his back, before that feeling spread all over and he
felt sparks all across his body. He got up quickly and left before his obvious
erection led to more embarrassment than he could possibly stand.
No matter how hard he tried Merlin couldn’t get Arthur out of his head. And he
couldn’t stop thinking it was possible that the attraction was reciprocal.
Merlin could swear that Arthur deliberately cornered him after the latter went
jogging to talk about the most inane of topics while improbably flexing his
prominent biceps and other assorted muscles. After a while, Merlin had switched
to constantly wearing baggy sweat pants to avoid humiliating incidents.
But it was ridiculous. There was no way that a well off, sophisticated, smart
man like Arthur could be interested in a lanky young oddball like him. It had
to be his imagination.
Except it wasn’t. And Merlin found that out definitively after he and his
mother came back from their Christmas holiday visit to Ealdor. At first nothing
seemed out of the ordinary when Merlin stepped into his room. But his magic
started to flare up and something didn’t feel right. Merlin couldn’t figure out
what was happening and tried to ignore it. But when he sat down at his
computer, he accidentally knocked over the golden dragon figurine next to his
computer. For some reason, after he bent over to pick it up, he turned it over
and saw a small electronic device inside.
Merlin fumbled the dragon in his hand before quickly putting it down again.
There was a camera pointed at his bed and he had no idea how long it had been
there. He clutched his stomach and tried to squelch down the sick feeling that
bubbled up. After he took a deep breath, he realized that perhaps he had jumped
to conclusions. He picked up the dragon again and pulled out the device. It was
definitely a camera and there were small letters on the bottom that said “P.
Tech.” That was Arthur’s company - Pendragon Technologies.
After dry heaving in the bathroom, Merlin’s revulsion was quickly superseded by
white hot rage. He stormed over to Arthur’s place. Luckily, Arthur was at work
and luckily, Merlin didn’t have to resort to breaking a window to get into
Arthur’s place. He used his powers and stormed into Arthur’s place. He wasted
no time and went to Arthur’s bedroom. A few hours ago, this would have been
such a wonderful fantasy, but Merlin was on a mission now and had no stars in
his eyes when it came to Arthur Pendragon.
Naively, when he walked into Arthur’s room, he half expected there to be
surveillance monitors all around, but Merlin soon realized that Arthur wouldn’t
be that stupid. When he spotted Arthur’s laptop on his bed, he sprinted over
and sat down and opened it up. Merlin’s magic made quick work of the security
on Arthur’s computer. As soon as he’d made it past the opening screen, he saw a
video image pop up - one that was heartbreakingly familiar.
Merlin had to tamp down the overwhelming desire to smash Arthur’s computer to
pieces. He sat with his head in his hands and wondered why Arthur would do
this. What had he hoped to see? Merlin’s hands slowly slid down his face. Of
course, he knew what Arthur had been hoping for. He wanted to catch Merlin at
his most vulnerable. He wanted to see the moments when Merlin was alone and
would let his guard down. He wanted to see the most intimate moments of
Merlin’s life. It was sick and it was twisted and Merlin felt utter disgust.
But it wasn’t just disgust for Arthur. It was disgust at himself. For as angry
as he was at Arthur, there was a part of himself that fought to the surface
that was actually...flattered that someone like Arthur wanted him so badly that
he would do something like that...Merlin never thought he would spark such
desire in another person, especially not someone like Arthur, someone that
Merlin wanted so badly.
To Merlin’s horror, but sadly not to his surprise, he could feel himself
hardening painfully. He didn’t stop to think about where he was as he slowly
unzipped his pants and palmed his painful erection. He lay back on the pillow
and closed his eyes and imagined Arthur watching him. He enclosed his aching
hardness and quickly stroked himself. Before he knew it he came - all over
Arthur’s bed. His eyes flew open and he jumped off the bed. He went to Arthur’s
bathroom and got a towel and rubbed at the stains.
His tears started to gradually mix in to the cum stained sheets and rubbed
harder and harder. Nothing was going to erase the shame and disgust he felt at
himself. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. How could he find what Arthur did
hot? How could he still want him so badly? But want Arthur, he still did. If
anything the lust and desire he had for Arthur was even more intense. Something
snapped inside of Merlin and he stood up and directed his hand at the sheets
and removed the evidence of his twisted longing.
He stared down at Arthur’s computer and an idea formed. If this was how Arthur
wanted it, fine. But Merlin could give as good as he got. He was going to make
Arthur work for it and he would make Arthur suffer if he could. If Arthur
wanted him, he was going to have to be a man and beg for it.
If Arthur wanted a show that was what Merlin intended to give him. And, oh,
what a show it was. Merlin did things in front of the camera that he never
thought he would - some things he’d never even known he was capable of-
touching himself and moaning like a whore all for Arthur benefit - and he loved
it.
But three weeks had gone by and Arthur hadn’t made any attempts to talk to
Merlin. The few times Merlin was around him, Arthur still acted like everything
was normal. Merlin decided to raise the ante and called out Arthur’s name while
he masturbated. Still nothing from Arthur. At first Merlin was having fun, but
he started to feel disgusted with himself again. He was acting like a porn star
and he was doing things that were not who really was - at least not who he
thought he was. He was tired. He wasn’t sure if Arthur was even watching him
anymore. Maybe Arthur got whatever he was feeling out of his system and didn’t
need Merlin anymore. Whatever it was, Merlin was tired of the uncertainty. He
needed to get some answers for once and for all.
He felt ridiculous when the only ruse he could think of to bring Arthur over
was to pretend he’d seen a spider. He rolled his eyes after he shouted. It was
the worst performance in history, and if Arthur fell for it, he might have to
lose respect for him. But Arthur did fall for it. And far from losing respect
for him, Merlin was even more turned on as he saw the lust in Arthur’s eyes as
he took in his half-naked body. Merlin fully committed to the ruse and
“accidentally” tripped and fell into his arms, with his towel slowly falling
away.
At first, Merlin thinks he’s gotten to Arthur. He can feel how hard Arthur was.
But then Arthur said he’s going to leave and for a half second Merlin is
crushed. That’s it. It’s over. Arthur truly didn’t want him anymore. Merlin
apologized and started to back away and all of a sudden Arthur is down on his
knees and has given him the greatest blowjob in the history of mankind. Merlin
comes embarrassingly quickly but he doesn’t care. He’s finally won.
But as Arthur enters him, it doesn’t feel like winning anymore. Everything he’s
done to get to this moment comes back to Merlin and he feels sick with shame.
And the pain - physical and emotional - is almost too much to bear. Arthur is
trying to be gentle. Merlin can see how Arthur’s hands shake as he holds
himself up and tries not to move. Merlin looks up into Arthur’s eyes and he’s
startled by the emotion in the blue eyes staring down at him. It’s almost as if
Arthur...cares about him. But this is just about sex, isn’t it?
Merlin can’t take the look in his eyes. He can’t take the shame and guilt he
feels. And he doesn’t know why he should feel guilty. Arthur was the one who
violated his trust. Arthur was the pervert who put a camera in his bedroom.
Merlin didn’t do anything wrong. But he feels the guilt acutely.
He grips Arthur’s shoulder and Arthur winces. “Arthur, harder, please.”
Arthur looks down skeptically. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you to.”
Arthur recoils a bit.
“I need you to, please.”
Arthur nods briefly. He pulls out slowly, and after a brief second of
hesitation, slams back in.
Merlin grunts and closes his eyes. The pain is unreal, but Merlin wants more.
Merlin doesn’t know if he’s trying to punish himself or just trying to block
out all of the thoughts swirling in his head, but either way, he eggs Arthur
on. He wraps his legs around Arthur’s waist and Arthur sinks in deeper at a
different angle.
Merlin can feel Arthur’s control begin to snap and he begins to slam into
Merlin over and over. Merlin holds on for dear life. To his amazement, the pain
doesn’t go away but it begins to morph into a hybrid of pain and pleasure, and
his toes begin to curl. His hands slide against Arthur’s sweaty back as he
scrambles for purchase.
“I’m so close, Merlin! Fuck!” Arthur shouts as he leans down and thrusts his
face into the crook of Merlin’s shoulder.
Merlin knows he’s close as well, but keeps silent. When his orgasm overtakes
him, he groans loudly.
A few seconds later, Arthur shouts out. “Merlin!” He shudders and collapses
against Merlin.
For a few seconds Merlin just listens to Arthur’s heavy panting as it begins to
subside and he starts to catch his breath. Before he knows what hits him,
Merlin takes a shuddering breath that releases on a sob. He can feel the
wetness against his cheek.
Arthur slowly pulls back and looks down at Merlin.
Merlin turns and tries to hide his face as he muffles another sob.
“Hey,” Arthur gently turns Merlin to face him. “It’s okay. Sometimes that
happens. There’s nothing wrong with crying.”
Merlin sniffles. He finally looks up into Arthur’s eyes. “I’m not weird?”
“Well not about that anyway.” Arthur teases.
Merlin laughs despite himself.
Arthur rolls off Merlin and pulls him towards his chest and wraps his arms
around him.
Merlin stiffens. He doesn’t understand why Arthur is doing this. He got what he
wanted. Why is he cuddling with him?
Arthur strokes Merlin’s head. “It’s okay.”
Merlin sighs. ‘But it’s not okay’ is what he wants to say. None of this is.
This isn’t a fairytale. Merlin isn’t stupid enough to think he and Arthur are
going to end up together. This is too twisted and everything about them
together is wrong. But Merlin can’t bring himself to say it. When he looks up
at Arthur and Arthur looks at him as if he’s exactly where he wants to be, he
just snuggles in closer.
Perhaps this isn’t a fairytale, but maybe it doesn’t matter.
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