Merlin; Merlin/Arthur
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wrennetteTitle: The Green Man: The Opener of the Gates (6/6)
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur x Merlin, implication of past Merlin/Nimue, Merlin/Morgana, Merlin/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Merlin is the property of the BBC. The author in no way profits from this fiction.
Summary: AU - In the legends, Merlin is always a boy without a father. He's also the wild man of the woods. What if his mother died when he was just a boy and he raised himself, half feral in the forest?
Notes: Merlin has been trapped in the cave by Nimue. I gave the two Fairy Queens (other than Morgana and Nimue) the other names of the Lady of the Lake, and royally fucked around with Le Morte d'Arthur. COMPLETE
Part 1: The Wild Boy
Part 2: The Hunter
Part 3: Jack of the Green
Part 4: The Horned God
Part 5: The Summer King
Part 6:
Last Time:
He stared into the scrying pool, still as the naturally formed pillars of stone around him. The water was still as death, and he waited. In the silence, the sound of his breathing seemed thick and heavy, but he knew it was no faster or slower than on any other day since Nimue had led him here, bound in chains of his own making. He stared over the dark water, ears pricked and straining, waiting as he had on so many other days. He waited, and eventually he was rewarded.
The susurration of water against wood was so soft at first he was certain that he imagined it. But then he saw the glittering barge on the far horizon, like a distant candle guttering in the breeze. He clenched his hands, and the gentle lapping slowly became louder. The pinprick of light grew into a speck, then a spot, and finally a discernible shape. He caught the scent of apples and ocean, of the forest in summer and the heavy ripeness of golden grain. The four queens stared into him, and he named them in his mind. Nimue herself led them, with Morgana at her side. Behind them were their less skilled attendants, Niniane, Queen of Northingales and Vivian, Queen of the Wasteland.
The four queens were alike in their beauty, all alabaster skin and raven hair, ice pale eyes and blood red lips. Merlin smiled viciously at them. He had chosen and trained them well. Nimue and Morgana stepped in unison from the boat to the shore, curtseying so low their hair swept the cold stone floor. Merlin did not speak, looking past them into the barge. Arthur looked older than his forty odd years, golden hair beginning to silver with age. His beard grew thick upon his face, hiding the curve of his full, sensuous mouth. Merlin turned, cloak flaring about his slender form, and led the way into the caverns above.
Apple blossoms filled the air with their honeyed scent as Merlin strode out under the night sky. The Northern Lights danced overhead, and he let his heavy fur cloak slide from his shoulders. The four Queens laid Arthur upon a bower of rowan and mistletoe, then silently slipped away. Merlin ghosted his hands over Arthur's still face, then leaned down, dusting chaste kisses over the closed eyes and still mouth of the Once and Future King. When he pressed his mouth more insistently to Arthur's, the King's eyes fluttered open.
With a soft gasp Arthur woke fully, trying to sit, but unable to because of his gaping wound. "Rest," Merlin said gently, pushing Arthur back down into the bower. Weakened by his wound and his long battle, Arthur had no choice but to acquiesce. Laying back, Arthur watched from beneath hooded eyes as Merlin deftly stripped away his armour, then peeled off his blood soaked clothes. The King had dreamed so long of this day, the day when he would once more be in the hands of his most trusted advisor and friend. He would never have imagined the twistings of the path that led him to this day, but he was glad he had walked that path, even when he had walked it alone.
Merlin stood, moon and star-light glinting off his milk pale skin, and then Merlin was straddling Arthur's hips, hands curling against the sides of Arthur's head. Merlin looked up into the sparkling sky, and his mouth moved, soundless words of enchantment spilling from his lips. Arthur gasped sharply as his flesh knit itself back together. Life and vigour returned to him, his deathly pale skin pinking with health. A gentle brush of Merlin's hand along Arthur's jaw, and the grizzled beard fell away, Arthur's face once again that of a twenty year old. Arthur reached up, tracing his own face, then the tender skin where the wound had been. He was smooth and whole, and as his fingers moved over his body, he realized Merlin had done more than heal him, more than give him back his golden youth. The old scars were gone as well, the raised weals and thick ropes of silvery tissue from a hundred battles since Merlin had left his side.
Slowly Arthur reached up, this time tracing Merlin's face. Merlin smiled warmly, then leaned down and kissed Arthur deeply. "I promised you forever," Merlin breathed against Arthur's lips, and then he kissed Arthur again. "You are the Once and Future King," Merlin whispered, looking deep into Arthur's eyes. "We will stay here, together, until the world has need of you again. And then we shall go forth beloved, as it was in the summer of your reign, side by side". Arthur grinned, pulling Merlin down for another deep kiss. "Sire," one of the Queens said from the shadows, and Arthur shifted slightly, breaking the kiss. He started, reaching for his weapon when he recognized Nimue. "She is no danger to you," Merlin promised, then beckoned the sorceress closer. She approached slowly, cautiously, sweeping a deep curtsey as she came to a halt.
"Lady Nimue du Lac," Merlin introduced, and Arthur's eyes widened. "Lancelot's foster mother," Merlin explained, and Arthur nodded slowly, still staring wide eyed at Nimue. "All I have done has been for this goal," Nimue murmured softly, looking up at him through her dark lashes. "I was the forge that tempered you Sire. I gave you to your parents, and when it was time, I took them from you. I took every crutch from you, so that you could learn to stand on your own. I knew what Albion must become, and I knew you must accomplish it yourself, without Merlin, without a shadow king behind the throne. I knew you must be the greatest Champion in the land, the most worthy and righteous man, and so I was the fire and the water, the anvil and the hammer, and you have been forged into the greatest King this land will ever know. And when she has need of you once more, you will have the strength to answer Albion's call".
Merlin looked up at him carefully. "Lady Morgana is here as well," he said softly, "and the Queens of the Wasteland and the Northingales". As he named them the other Ladies appeared out of the shadows, haunting in their beauty. Arthur stared at them for a long moment, then looked back at Merlin, the questions large in his brilliant blue eyes. "They, as I, are of Sidhe blood," Merlin said softly, "they as I, have every right to life eternal in Avalon. But they are yours to command Arthur. As above, so below. They swore to you once, and that bond still holds, as truly as mine does. I have trained them well, taught them the uses of their magic. But they are as sisters to me now. This is the truth Arthur, please," he said, and they could all hear the plea in his voice, see how his hands rested on Arthur's, trying to keep the King from drawing Excalibur.
The three other Queens of Avalon came to stand with Nimue, and the four of them curtseyed deeply, remaining on their knees. "We are at your mercy Arthur," Morgana said, and she looked not a day older than when he had cast her in disgrace from Camelot. Merlin rose off of Arthur and knelt as well, unashamed by either his nakedness or his obvious arousal. "You are ruler here now," Merlin said, "as surely as you are in the world above. We have worked in ways that you would not approve of, but all of it Arthur, all of it has been for your sake. All has been for your glory". Arthur sat up, hand closing on the hilt of his trusty sword. It sang with magic in his hand, and he rose slowly, coming to stand in front of Merlin, looking at the four kneeling women behind. Arthur reached out, gently rested his hand on Merlin's bare shoulder, and he could feel the magic coiled under Merlin's skin, warm and golden and almost unbearably alive.
"You swear fealty to me alone?" he asked, and as one the four women answered "I do my Lord," and Merlin looked up, eyes gleaming like a predator's, and smiled that wolf smile. "Forever," Merlin whispered, and Arthur felt the magic swirling all around them, chaining Merlin and the four Queens stronger than iron ever could. Arthur slid his hand along Merlin's shoulder, curling it gently around the base of his neck possessively. Merlin's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned up, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of Arthur's stomach before gently taking Arthur's prick into his mouth. Arthur sighed softly, hand tightening briefly around Merlin's throat, then stroking into his wild dark hair. When Arthur forced his eyes open, the Queens were gone, and so he pushed them from his mind, concentrated on the exquisite feeling of Merlin's tight throat working around the head of his cock.
After a little while, Merlin pulled back, spittle dripping obscenely down his sharp chin. "I promised you forever," he reiterated softly, warm breath ghosting over Arthur's wet cock and making him shiver. "Forever yours," Merlin continued huskily, then leaned back up, fitting his thumbs along the hollows of Arthur's hipbones as he sucked the King's prick into his mouth. Arthur groaned deeply, steadying himself with one hand on Merlin's shoulder, the other fisting in dark hair and urging Merlin to hurry. Merlin obliged, opening his throat and letting Arthur fuck his mouth, letting Arthur set the pace and depth. Given free reign, Arthur didn't prolong the sensation. He was too close already, and so he set a punishing pace, bruising Merlin's lips with sharp, rapid thrusts. With a soft grunt he buried himself as deeply as possible in Merlin's mouth, shooting down the sorcerer's throat.
Merlin kept sucking gently after Arthur had cum, and Arthur groaned softly in response. His dick stayed hard, and when Merlin pulled back again, his eyes were blown with lust. Merlin stood gracefully, pulling Arthur close and grinding against him wantonly. "Yours Arthur," Merlin gasped into Arthur's mouth, and Arthur groaned softly, knowing what Merlin wanted, what Merlin needed. Gently he lifted Merlin by the waist, carried him back to the bower under the fragrant apple trees. Merlin spread his legs eagerly, writhing up against Arthur. Arthur grinned, leaning down to kiss Merlin breathless. As he did, he snaked an arm beneath Merlin, felt for his entrance. Merlin shivered and shook in his arms, and Arthur eased a finger into him. Magic crackled between then, and Arthur grinned as Merlin loosened.
Arthur lined up the head of his cock and slowly pressed into Merlin. "I could have a thousand Queens," Arthur gasped, "and I would only want you, Merlin. Only you". Merlin grinned, then whimpered as he was filled, eyes rolling up into his head. They made love slowly, Arthur taking possession of Merlin's body, reacquainting himself with every once familiar plane of flesh. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch every emotion as it flickered across Merlin's expressive face. There had been so much unsaid between them, so many times when despite how deeply he wanted to, he couldn't quite bring himself to trust Merlin completely. But somehow, despite that he had made love to Merlin like this a hundred times before, this time was different. Perhaps it was this strange enchanted place. Perhaps it was the unspoken certainty that he could not be hurt here. But for the first time, he felt as if he could truly read Merlin, could truly understand the golden eyed sorcerer, and that thought, that Merlin was finally laid bare beneath him, all artifice stripped away, was what finally sent Arthur tumbling over the edge, gasping Merlin's names and grasping his hips with bruising intensity.
Even as Arthur came, he saw that split second of realization on Merlin's face, that prescience of bliss, and then Merlin was arching up, hot seed splattering across their bellies. "Arthur," Merlin moaned, a prayer, a benediction, a plea and a realization in itself, and Arthur leaned down, took his name from Merlin's mouth. He half expected to taste on Merlin's tongue, but all he tasted was apples and honey, and Merlin was shivering like a frightened child in his hands. He pulled away, gentling Merlin softly, smoothing his hands along the curves of Merlin's cheeks, tracing the bow of Merlin's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Yours," Merlin murmured softly, looking up almost shyly through his long dark lashes, "yours to shape and remake as you wish. Your sword Arthur, and your shield, your weapon against whatever you chose to stand against. I will be your shelter Arthur, hearth and home, support and sustenance". Arthur closed his eyes, briefly, the fullness of what he was being told finally beginning to filter through.
When Arthur opened his eyes again, Merlin was still laid bare beneath him, open and vulnerable in a way Arthur had only seen once before, only that brief moment when Merlin had woken in his arms after the victory over Gillomanius and declared himself. Gently Arthur gathered Merlin close, brushing soft kisses to his face, neck and shoulders. He smiled against Merlin's pale skin, and curled together, sheltering one another, they drifted into dreams. The four Queens melted out of the darkness, smiling sad and soft. They curtseyed, each in their turn, then shifted, facing away from the two men. They looked out over the four corners of the world, four watchtowers against what was to come.
The earth spun beneath their feet, and the names of Arthur and Merlin passed into legend, their stories and deeds shifting and changing, but never, ever forgotten, keeping open the hope for their eventual return, born out of death.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur x Merlin, implication of past Merlin/Nimue, Merlin/Morgana, Merlin/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Merlin is the property of the BBC. The author in no way profits from this fiction.
Summary: AU - In the legends, Merlin is always a boy without a father. He's also the wild man of the woods. What if his mother died when he was just a boy and he raised himself, half feral in the forest?
Notes: Merlin has been trapped in the cave by Nimue. I gave the two Fairy Queens (other than Morgana and Nimue) the other names of the Lady of the Lake, and royally fucked around with Le Morte d'Arthur. COMPLETE
Part 1: The Wild Boy
Part 2: The Hunter
Part 3: Jack of the Green
Part 4: The Horned God
Part 5: The Summer King
Part 6:
Last Time:
The court grew in size and opulence, and Merlin sat ever at his King's left hand, hidden in the shadows behind the throne. Lancelot and his Queen sat on the right hand of the King, his chosen Champion and second in command. And if Merlin's eyes glittered constantly golden now, ever watchful for anything that might harm his Liege, his lover, his life, Arthur did not mention it, nor did anyone else.
He stared into the scrying pool, still as the naturally formed pillars of stone around him. The water was still as death, and he waited. In the silence, the sound of his breathing seemed thick and heavy, but he knew it was no faster or slower than on any other day since Nimue had led him here, bound in chains of his own making. He stared over the dark water, ears pricked and straining, waiting as he had on so many other days. He waited, and eventually he was rewarded.
The susurration of water against wood was so soft at first he was certain that he imagined it. But then he saw the glittering barge on the far horizon, like a distant candle guttering in the breeze. He clenched his hands, and the gentle lapping slowly became louder. The pinprick of light grew into a speck, then a spot, and finally a discernible shape. He caught the scent of apples and ocean, of the forest in summer and the heavy ripeness of golden grain. The four queens stared into him, and he named them in his mind. Nimue herself led them, with Morgana at her side. Behind them were their less skilled attendants, Niniane, Queen of Northingales and Vivian, Queen of the Wasteland.
The four queens were alike in their beauty, all alabaster skin and raven hair, ice pale eyes and blood red lips. Merlin smiled viciously at them. He had chosen and trained them well. Nimue and Morgana stepped in unison from the boat to the shore, curtseying so low their hair swept the cold stone floor. Merlin did not speak, looking past them into the barge. Arthur looked older than his forty odd years, golden hair beginning to silver with age. His beard grew thick upon his face, hiding the curve of his full, sensuous mouth. Merlin turned, cloak flaring about his slender form, and led the way into the caverns above.
Apple blossoms filled the air with their honeyed scent as Merlin strode out under the night sky. The Northern Lights danced overhead, and he let his heavy fur cloak slide from his shoulders. The four Queens laid Arthur upon a bower of rowan and mistletoe, then silently slipped away. Merlin ghosted his hands over Arthur's still face, then leaned down, dusting chaste kisses over the closed eyes and still mouth of the Once and Future King. When he pressed his mouth more insistently to Arthur's, the King's eyes fluttered open.
With a soft gasp Arthur woke fully, trying to sit, but unable to because of his gaping wound. "Rest," Merlin said gently, pushing Arthur back down into the bower. Weakened by his wound and his long battle, Arthur had no choice but to acquiesce. Laying back, Arthur watched from beneath hooded eyes as Merlin deftly stripped away his armour, then peeled off his blood soaked clothes. The King had dreamed so long of this day, the day when he would once more be in the hands of his most trusted advisor and friend. He would never have imagined the twistings of the path that led him to this day, but he was glad he had walked that path, even when he had walked it alone.
Merlin stood, moon and star-light glinting off his milk pale skin, and then Merlin was straddling Arthur's hips, hands curling against the sides of Arthur's head. Merlin looked up into the sparkling sky, and his mouth moved, soundless words of enchantment spilling from his lips. Arthur gasped sharply as his flesh knit itself back together. Life and vigour returned to him, his deathly pale skin pinking with health. A gentle brush of Merlin's hand along Arthur's jaw, and the grizzled beard fell away, Arthur's face once again that of a twenty year old. Arthur reached up, tracing his own face, then the tender skin where the wound had been. He was smooth and whole, and as his fingers moved over his body, he realized Merlin had done more than heal him, more than give him back his golden youth. The old scars were gone as well, the raised weals and thick ropes of silvery tissue from a hundred battles since Merlin had left his side.
Slowly Arthur reached up, this time tracing Merlin's face. Merlin smiled warmly, then leaned down and kissed Arthur deeply. "I promised you forever," Merlin breathed against Arthur's lips, and then he kissed Arthur again. "You are the Once and Future King," Merlin whispered, looking deep into Arthur's eyes. "We will stay here, together, until the world has need of you again. And then we shall go forth beloved, as it was in the summer of your reign, side by side". Arthur grinned, pulling Merlin down for another deep kiss. "Sire," one of the Queens said from the shadows, and Arthur shifted slightly, breaking the kiss. He started, reaching for his weapon when he recognized Nimue. "She is no danger to you," Merlin promised, then beckoned the sorceress closer. She approached slowly, cautiously, sweeping a deep curtsey as she came to a halt.
"Lady Nimue du Lac," Merlin introduced, and Arthur's eyes widened. "Lancelot's foster mother," Merlin explained, and Arthur nodded slowly, still staring wide eyed at Nimue. "All I have done has been for this goal," Nimue murmured softly, looking up at him through her dark lashes. "I was the forge that tempered you Sire. I gave you to your parents, and when it was time, I took them from you. I took every crutch from you, so that you could learn to stand on your own. I knew what Albion must become, and I knew you must accomplish it yourself, without Merlin, without a shadow king behind the throne. I knew you must be the greatest Champion in the land, the most worthy and righteous man, and so I was the fire and the water, the anvil and the hammer, and you have been forged into the greatest King this land will ever know. And when she has need of you once more, you will have the strength to answer Albion's call".
Merlin looked up at him carefully. "Lady Morgana is here as well," he said softly, "and the Queens of the Wasteland and the Northingales". As he named them the other Ladies appeared out of the shadows, haunting in their beauty. Arthur stared at them for a long moment, then looked back at Merlin, the questions large in his brilliant blue eyes. "They, as I, are of Sidhe blood," Merlin said softly, "they as I, have every right to life eternal in Avalon. But they are yours to command Arthur. As above, so below. They swore to you once, and that bond still holds, as truly as mine does. I have trained them well, taught them the uses of their magic. But they are as sisters to me now. This is the truth Arthur, please," he said, and they could all hear the plea in his voice, see how his hands rested on Arthur's, trying to keep the King from drawing Excalibur.
The three other Queens of Avalon came to stand with Nimue, and the four of them curtseyed deeply, remaining on their knees. "We are at your mercy Arthur," Morgana said, and she looked not a day older than when he had cast her in disgrace from Camelot. Merlin rose off of Arthur and knelt as well, unashamed by either his nakedness or his obvious arousal. "You are ruler here now," Merlin said, "as surely as you are in the world above. We have worked in ways that you would not approve of, but all of it Arthur, all of it has been for your sake. All has been for your glory". Arthur sat up, hand closing on the hilt of his trusty sword. It sang with magic in his hand, and he rose slowly, coming to stand in front of Merlin, looking at the four kneeling women behind. Arthur reached out, gently rested his hand on Merlin's bare shoulder, and he could feel the magic coiled under Merlin's skin, warm and golden and almost unbearably alive.
"You swear fealty to me alone?" he asked, and as one the four women answered "I do my Lord," and Merlin looked up, eyes gleaming like a predator's, and smiled that wolf smile. "Forever," Merlin whispered, and Arthur felt the magic swirling all around them, chaining Merlin and the four Queens stronger than iron ever could. Arthur slid his hand along Merlin's shoulder, curling it gently around the base of his neck possessively. Merlin's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned up, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of Arthur's stomach before gently taking Arthur's prick into his mouth. Arthur sighed softly, hand tightening briefly around Merlin's throat, then stroking into his wild dark hair. When Arthur forced his eyes open, the Queens were gone, and so he pushed them from his mind, concentrated on the exquisite feeling of Merlin's tight throat working around the head of his cock.
After a little while, Merlin pulled back, spittle dripping obscenely down his sharp chin. "I promised you forever," he reiterated softly, warm breath ghosting over Arthur's wet cock and making him shiver. "Forever yours," Merlin continued huskily, then leaned back up, fitting his thumbs along the hollows of Arthur's hipbones as he sucked the King's prick into his mouth. Arthur groaned deeply, steadying himself with one hand on Merlin's shoulder, the other fisting in dark hair and urging Merlin to hurry. Merlin obliged, opening his throat and letting Arthur fuck his mouth, letting Arthur set the pace and depth. Given free reign, Arthur didn't prolong the sensation. He was too close already, and so he set a punishing pace, bruising Merlin's lips with sharp, rapid thrusts. With a soft grunt he buried himself as deeply as possible in Merlin's mouth, shooting down the sorcerer's throat.
Merlin kept sucking gently after Arthur had cum, and Arthur groaned softly in response. His dick stayed hard, and when Merlin pulled back again, his eyes were blown with lust. Merlin stood gracefully, pulling Arthur close and grinding against him wantonly. "Yours Arthur," Merlin gasped into Arthur's mouth, and Arthur groaned softly, knowing what Merlin wanted, what Merlin needed. Gently he lifted Merlin by the waist, carried him back to the bower under the fragrant apple trees. Merlin spread his legs eagerly, writhing up against Arthur. Arthur grinned, leaning down to kiss Merlin breathless. As he did, he snaked an arm beneath Merlin, felt for his entrance. Merlin shivered and shook in his arms, and Arthur eased a finger into him. Magic crackled between then, and Arthur grinned as Merlin loosened.
Arthur lined up the head of his cock and slowly pressed into Merlin. "I could have a thousand Queens," Arthur gasped, "and I would only want you, Merlin. Only you". Merlin grinned, then whimpered as he was filled, eyes rolling up into his head. They made love slowly, Arthur taking possession of Merlin's body, reacquainting himself with every once familiar plane of flesh. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch every emotion as it flickered across Merlin's expressive face. There had been so much unsaid between them, so many times when despite how deeply he wanted to, he couldn't quite bring himself to trust Merlin completely. But somehow, despite that he had made love to Merlin like this a hundred times before, this time was different. Perhaps it was this strange enchanted place. Perhaps it was the unspoken certainty that he could not be hurt here. But for the first time, he felt as if he could truly read Merlin, could truly understand the golden eyed sorcerer, and that thought, that Merlin was finally laid bare beneath him, all artifice stripped away, was what finally sent Arthur tumbling over the edge, gasping Merlin's names and grasping his hips with bruising intensity.
Even as Arthur came, he saw that split second of realization on Merlin's face, that prescience of bliss, and then Merlin was arching up, hot seed splattering across their bellies. "Arthur," Merlin moaned, a prayer, a benediction, a plea and a realization in itself, and Arthur leaned down, took his name from Merlin's mouth. He half expected to taste on Merlin's tongue, but all he tasted was apples and honey, and Merlin was shivering like a frightened child in his hands. He pulled away, gentling Merlin softly, smoothing his hands along the curves of Merlin's cheeks, tracing the bow of Merlin's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Yours," Merlin murmured softly, looking up almost shyly through his long dark lashes, "yours to shape and remake as you wish. Your sword Arthur, and your shield, your weapon against whatever you chose to stand against. I will be your shelter Arthur, hearth and home, support and sustenance". Arthur closed his eyes, briefly, the fullness of what he was being told finally beginning to filter through.
When Arthur opened his eyes again, Merlin was still laid bare beneath him, open and vulnerable in a way Arthur had only seen once before, only that brief moment when Merlin had woken in his arms after the victory over Gillomanius and declared himself. Gently Arthur gathered Merlin close, brushing soft kisses to his face, neck and shoulders. He smiled against Merlin's pale skin, and curled together, sheltering one another, they drifted into dreams. The four Queens melted out of the darkness, smiling sad and soft. They curtseyed, each in their turn, then shifted, facing away from the two men. They looked out over the four corners of the world, four watchtowers against what was to come.
The earth spun beneath their feet, and the names of Arthur and Merlin passed into legend, their stories and deeds shifting and changing, but never, ever forgotten, keeping open the hope for their eventual return, born out of death.
