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Merlin.Arthur / Merlin.Ira

Title: Dies Irae .
Author: nonna_giuly
Fandom: Merlin
Character: Arthur / Merlin, Uther
Prompt: 01. Ira
Raiting: PG15
Warnings: Slash Word Count
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Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, but for those who belong to the BBC and they ... Use them just for fun!
was not written for profit.
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"Sire ..."
Merlin felt his lips torture of the other's neck, and hands strong and rough trade under his clothes.
What had taken?
Arthur had never behaved in that way. Usually
was pompous, pretentious and irreverent, always with that idiot in his mouth, ready to resume the first mistake.
Moments before, just as he was leaving the room with his empty lunch tray in his hands to bring it in the kitchen, Arthur had stopped and pushed him against a wall.
The tray was dropped and he found himself with his back up the icy wall of the blonde's eyes fixed on his body, observe it carefully, as if he were studying.
He had noticed that look on him more than once in the last period, but did not want to give it weight.
Arthur could never think of him except as a mere servant.
a friend - maybe - but definitely not something more.
Arthur was the ivy to the throne of Camelot.
And he ... He was simply Merlin.
Merlin the idiot.
Without warning, the blonde had kissed him, surprising him.
And he was left dumbfounded by this gesture.
What Arthur really felt his own feelings? He felt the passion rise
in that kiss. He felt
transport.
felt the 'love .
But it was not possible.
Never would have thought that the prince had been able to show such feelings for him.
He felt her lips on his body the other, everywhere.
At first he tried to resist that movement.
was wrong.
was totally wrong.
"A-Arthur ..." gasped a sigh when he heard the prince's hand gently touch his erection wide awake, attentive care that the heir to the throne would have got in a few minutes.
"N-no ..."
would not have done it.
"Shut Merlin" and breathed the blonde to his ear.
is lost in the myriad sensations of bliss that the language of the cleverest blonde made him feel, torturing lobe.
"M-ma ..." the servant sought a minimum of lucidity, immersed in the pleasure "They could come and see us ... may ..."
The other new caps the mouth, not to make him talk.
"I do not care at all" rest mandatory.
knew that tone, not admitted discussions.
Merlin surrendered, allowing capture by the vortex of emotions never felt before.
movements Arthur had decided on her body, her expert hands knew how to make him feel good.
was a succession of events, unstoppable.
elusive words, whispered to each other, silent.
Prohibited.
bodies twisted together, finally complete.
Arthur took it once, then again and again, until they both fell exhausted among the royal sheets of the bed so cozy.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, completely satisfied by their passion and their love.

He heard a loud noise and the doors open the shutter.
immediately raised his head, realizing that he be in the rooms of the prince.
nude in her bed.
Arthur opened his eyes, looking at him, annoyed.
"Merlin, what is this bac-"
But he did not finish his sentence when he turned the other side.
Uther was standing in front of them, his eyes completely shut.
On his two guards who seemed to follow the course with him in the corridors of the castle.
It must have been an important fact if the King himself had directed in his chambers. It
hastened to cover up with his rags before Uther to issue its ruling.
All questions had led him there, did not seem to have more importance in the face to the scene that was in front.
sounds muffled to his ears, came faded.
"You ..."
At that moment, he realized that there was nothing to do.
not had the courage to look at Arthur's eyes.
The only thing I could see were the eyes of the King, full of anger, rage, disappointment.
"Father ..." The voice of Arthur
mortified came to his ears. What
had done?
"Lock it"
The two guards made their way toward him, jerk.
They took him out of the room, down the icy corridor.
He heard the voice of the Prince behind him.
"Father ..." But again
the strength to speak was not. Merlin
do not blame him.
What could admit in front of Uther?
who loved him, perhaps?
No, I could never do that.
walked down the aisle. The eyes of the servants
planted on him.
He looked at the reality and would accept any consequences.

***

silently followed his father in prison.
curious eyes of the servants watched that scene so unusual.
The King had never personally led a prisoner in a dungeon.
He could see his cold stare, even walking behind him.
Merlin
... His only thought was headed to his servant.
to his friend.
to her lover.
He saw the guards forcefully push his servant on the ground, making him bend his knees.
The dark cell was illuminated only by a few weak flaming torch. He knew
that shortly thereafter his father would have issued the sentence.
Even without looking at him, eyes raging reached him and penetrated him fiercely.
was all his fault.
The situation in which they were, that feeling empty, vain hope ...
Everything for his reckless action.
If he had listened to Merlin ... if only he had listened to his words.
probably would not have been there at that time.
could not let it die.
Not his fault.
And after all the times that the dark was beside him, heedless of the fact that he could lose his life himself.
"You are a coward traitor. What were you thinking of getting? "
his father's voice rang out in the prisons.
Merlin in front of him holding his head down, eyes gazing land.
"Do you think you can enchant my son?" He thundered, angry.
There was only the echo of that voice, then silence.
"father is not so ..." He heard her voice
uscirgli insecure by the throat.
"What do you mean, Arthur?"
The harsh tone and sharp Uther made him wince. But he raised his head
decided proud of her feelings.
"I was not enchanted at all"
Merlin would not let him die.
"You talk like a fool, Arthur. Do not you understand? It 'a witch' Arthur
to that statement of his father gave a snort.
"I was bewitched, it is more than obvious" No.
Merlin could not be a magician would have made him the word and he would know.
And his love was real, he could be the result of a spell.
He knew what he felt for that boy.
She turned to him, to watch it.
kneeling on the ground, with his head low, was still dark, unable to make any movement.
When she heard her father move, move his eyes toward him and saw him look disdainful his servant.
"With your magic, you tried to bewitch my son. You are an enemy of Camelot, and you betrayed your king You deserve only one sentence: death "
She saw him turn toward the guards.
"Call the Executioner. Tell him that will have a job to do tomorrow at first light of day "
Merlin saw the guards grab and throw him in prison, and then close the bars.
make eye of his servant. His eyes were
filled with regret, resignation.
The words uttered by his father ringing in his head.
death.
At the first light of day.
nodded vigorously, trying to instill hope in those eyes.
would find a way to save it.
Arthur back in your room. I forbid you to leave tomorrow "
Uther turned to the guards.
"Scortatelo. And make sure it never leaves his room "
The blond threw a last glance at his slave, biting her lower lip ruefully.
would not end well.
Merlin would not let die.
When you shut the door of his room behind him and heard the guards lock themselves in a key, his heart skipped a beat.
That hope that he tried to instill in the Merlin was slowly leaving.

***

He was cold.
Without a blanket, sitting on the mattress of the cell, he had made friends with a small rodent who had approached him in search of food.
With elbows on his knees and his head in his hands thinking how things could change so quickly.
sighed.
It had been hours since he had seen guards escorted off Arthur.
And he was still missing at least the time of its execution.
That was not his destiny.
Arthur was supposed to protect.
made his decision.
He got up and walked to the bars of the cell.
With a whisper, his eyes were dyed with gold.
"Tospringe"
One click and walked out of prison.
saw two sentries were playing dice and whispered another spell there, attracted by the opposite side where it was him.
silently made his way to the lodgings of Gaius.
When he entered, he saw the surgeon to sleep in his bed.
Probably when he noticed his absence, had tried to visit him, but did not let through.
He went to his room and looked for the book of magic that often had served him to save himself from dangerous situations.
frantically trying on every page. The
left little time to act.
And he did not know if the spell might be some good.
What he had in mind, it was against law and against nature.
eyes ran fast between the pages until he found what he needed.
He tried to speak the ancient words, trying to feel the magic scroll through his veins, but nothing happened. He tried
again, looking for the right tone of voice, the right concentration.
And then he heard her.
magic flow through her veins, that rush of adrenaline.
His eyes were closed and she fell down, exhausted.
He woke up the morning after, with a strange feeling on him. After getting up he found
Gaius intent to prepare its tools to go in the lower town, because a family had asked his advice. She greeted him
normally a nice day.
When he was alone in the room knew that his charm had worked.
had their memories erased.
The last day was no more, for any of them, at least not for the people of Camelot.
missing one day, a day wasted.
Nobody would have noticed, no one could trace him.
Arthur would not have if he ever loved and tried to express his feelings, Merlin would have rejected him.
Ass he was, surely would not have taken well that rejection, but would accept it.
His fate - and that only - Arthur until the union was to protect the lands of Albion.
And nothing would prevent the realization of his fate. Not even the love she felt
against his prince. And Uther
would never know. He would
executed.
The king's wrath, the anger that led inside for years and years, would never find peace, and have continued to reside raging inside him. That heart was destroyed many years before and never so deep that wound was healed.
Merlin had understood for some time.
would not have allowed Uther to discover his feelings.
would not have allowed Arthur to love him.
He continued his life, completing that task he was assigned many moons earlier.
That task had become the goal of his life. That task
who had become his life.
His destiny.
did not mind the weight of evidence that would have had to overcome, he knew only that he would.
itself. For
Arthur. For their
.