Help Haiti - Tradimento (primo capitolo)
Here is the story of commissionatami Kathrein Help for Haiti . The prompt was 'betrayal' and demand a great deal of angst. For the moment there is neither the one nor the other, but have faith and reach.
Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: R for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not belong Merlin, Arthur is not mine, it belongs to me everything that is on their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
Merlin was distracted for a moment, and Uther had died in his bed, died of a disease that no one expected the exception of the Dragon. No time to cry (as Merlin had been injured in person by the irrational fears of man too much alone, respect was always there) and had already found that Arthur was trying hard to sit on a throne which had not been done for him. Merlin
found herself without apparent meaning, to breathe a sigh of relief.
promises a bright future had evaporated, the future had already arrived and that somehow testified that Merlin had played well the first part of his task. As reflected in the new posture of Arthur, who could not even seem too unnatural, the crown that encircled his head perfectly blonde, naturally pushing the riders to bow in his presence. Merlin did not
I could take credit, but put him in mind for some time and did almost hurt.
He had passed the rock hard: he was guaranteed a king in Camelot, the King best that could be desired, and is now ready to enjoy some years of hard work, but clear and straightforward. Nothing to do with the nebulous fate he had to try to interpret in time and save up to that point.
For the rest, since he had become King Arthur is that Merlin had not changed much. It was still his servant, with pretty much the same obligations that this entails: her best friend was still in armor, his faithful companion mop, two of the most present in his life and the laundress Aileen Gorre cook. You still wake up obscenely early and still bear the same real insults.
And then, of course, was the fact that, with a huge anti-climax, Arthur discovered that Merlin was able to clean his armor without using the cloth. Or, rather, that the cloth was able to wash it yourself if Merlin was moving just your fingers.
Nothing had happened. They had looked for seconds or hours, then Arthur had advised him to go get a good sleep, because it was so late already, and the armor was already fairly clean.
not tolerate is that suddenly the magic of Camelot, but the narrow iron was loose in a few weeks, close to the surveillance had been replaced by a formula that Gaius was called 'Do not ask, do not say' and that the most hopeful as they saw the approach of a true time of peace.
So there were no more beheadings in the public square, the magic of complaints were received only with a frown of real eyebrows, and Merlin was left alive. Arthur had woken up the next day with a pot of cold water and had advised that, as King, had every right to erase from their minds matter what happened the night before.
short, things slowly changed, but for Merlin in practice remained a bit 'all the same.
The real change had taken place exactly four months, seven days and nine hours from coronation of Arthur, and was presented in the form of a hand slowly creeping onto the leg of Merlin. Upwards. Arthur's hand. Arthur the hand of a drunk, but not so drunk that stared trying not to sound strained even he could not even afford to blink. Merlin had risen from his chair as if he'd point and a bee had flown from the room.
Two days after he had waited until Arthur was only in his rooms, had joined him, he had avoided looking at him while the words are coiled in his throat, he tried to resist the excuse (or pray), and when the other got up, threw himself forward.
Their mouths were affected more by accident than anything else.
Then they made love. Despite what he believed to Arthur, Merlin was not for the first time. Not at all. But it had seemed.
They pressed against each other strongly, they failed, they had stopped, they stopped to look as long as Merlin had not resisted and had started to kiss as if it depended on the every inch of his life which Arthur could reach, began again, Merlin and Arthur had swallowed some lament some petition, and was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened. Merlin
Then he fled again, as if he had a whole swarm at his heels.
The body of Arthur had liked.
Just the thought had formed in his mind, he felt the irresistible impulse to get out a hysterical laugh. He embraced some other male body in the dark (more than one, less than four) but Arthur had found something that led him to close his eyes in the most unexpected moments to relive the exact moment where he had planted the teeth into sharp curve of the neck, or body weight on his left when it was over.
Perhaps it was also the case for the others who had preceded the Prince. Perhaps he had been up all night for them, rational thought was likely. But if it had happened did not remember more, and basically not even really believe it.
All parts of the body of Arthur he had liked. The problem was that it was, in fact, the body of Arthur.
Arthur's body had approached him twice more in touches too random to be defined before Merlin abandon all pretense of seriousness and tried to kiss him instead of offering him lunch.
"What are you doing?" Asked Arthur, pretending to be surprised in a way so ridiculous that Merlin felt the urge to kiss him anyway.
"Nothing."
Arthur looked at him, almost computer, then nodded. They were too close for it to really believe it. "Good."
"Yeah. I should ... "
" should. "
Arthur was to kiss him first. Merlin suppressed a smile and opened his mouth immediately terrified.
"You know," Arthur had said with his air of thought, Merlin knew, indicated that he was about to say something that was expected of him, but that he could easily avoid thinking "maybe we should talk about it."
"No. & rdquo ; immediately said Merlin.
Arthur raised his right eyebrow. "I think we should."
"No. Your Highness. "Merlin added, in a desperate attempt" Sire. Majesty. "
" Flattery will get you nowhere. "
No, Merlin thought, indeed there was no precedent from which to be reassured. He pushed forward and began kissing him as if the fate of the world depended on by whining that he could tear off to Arthur.
And if it were so? He should ask the Dragon. That still worked.
There had been signs of what was to happen between them. They had woken up one morning and discovered that they wanted to pounce.
There was, in any situation, some sense of inevitability that had pushed Merlin to think that this was exactly what the dragon meant by 'two sides of same coin '.
Merlin Arthur admired by others for things that were either ignored or despised. He liked to watch it lose, for example, because Arthur (this was a huge secret) sometimes could even lose gracefully. He liked to talk to him when they felt both too angry with the world to be kind. He appreciated the harshness with which they are judged and found wanting, the dry humor that he had with people he cared about, the belief that children could not give to be able to solve everything with a sword and an unnecessary deployment of courage. And then there was the Arthur
bright, royal, who sat on the throne Camelot and belonged to all his people, and that in secret almost forced to bow Merlin really.
At night, on those nights without feeling that they had followed their first kiss, Merlin had thought that Arthur was a person that was easy to fall in love with what he showed to the world, for its power, its beauty, nobility radiating. It was typical of Merlin have gone against the trend, and be completely infatuated dell'Arthur secret.
Each time, just finished, even when their panting filled the room, Merlin sits up to find stamping with clothes on. Sometimes he tried to pay attention to where he left them and removed them, but it was not successful, because Arthur had always been too busy to allow him to touch or lick thinking. So he had to quickly search in the dark, then grabbed and slipped it in a hurry.
He would not really go away, it was clear. Arthur's bed was very comfortable, and so his chest. The breath of Arthur was sleeping peacefully, and the evening was the moment when it was generally more polite, and Merlin would have been happy. But nothing's said to be allowed, sometimes with Arthur and Merlin just felt too exposed to withstand a misunderstanding.
Once, however, Arthur had kicked Merlin off the cloak just as he was to retrieve it.
"Arthur." He said Merlin, trying to figure out that it was not funny. "Now it will be dirty."
"You should better clean the floor."
"Yes, yes, I will." Cats to the edge of the bed, too tired and satisfied to argue.
Arthur grabbed his wrist too hard.
"Hey!"
"Sorry." With a look contrite, the other let go. "I've made too much."
"I've left the signs!"
"I apologized. I did not want. "
They stared, frowning with Merlin that Arthur was trying to understand and with the air of a cornered. Merlin frowned even more the opposite.
"What happened?" Churches in the end.
Arthur shrugged, returning to lie completely on her white pillows. With an elegant movement tried to cover herself with a sheet. Unfortunately, over the sheet was Merlin, and had no intention to move.
Arthur grinned. "Someone wants to enjoy the view."
"So it appears." Merlin said quietly.
"I have a perfect body." Urged Arthur with his most ferocious smile. "The most beautiful of all the court. I should have a contest. "
" It would be very regal of you nude expose to the public. "
" It reminds me of something - an old story. In any case you'd like. "
Merlin did not try to deny it, he just sighed and rested half feet on the floor.
"Come here." Arthur whispered nonsense. The shooting and the wrist, making more power than before, it retreated back. She did lie down beside him and kissed his shoulder. "I also like your body."
Merlin stood still, he limited himself to just open his mouth when he kissed the other. Arthur
let go again a few moments, and then murmured, "It 's a year that my father is dead."
Merlin pressed against him all night, trying to make him forget how, after the death of his father and the flight of Morgan, was left completely alone.
Although the King Arthur of Camelot was, all that remained intact was orbiting around the death of Uther. The directors were always the same, perhaps had changed alliances, but the entire composition of the court was not changed. Even the items had not been replaced.
"Why do not you build a throne higher? You have become taller than your father, no longer has the same effect. "Propose Merlin in one of their evenings, immediately after eating the tower of Arthur. Arthur
shook her head, concentrate on the game. "What is all right."
"But you could let you do custom. It is not even old, have given your father a few years ago. "
" No. "
" You could ask John, he did wonderful things for the table of Geoffrey. Or you might let you give. "
Arthur finally deigned to look up. "I have no idea who this John."
"It 's -" Merlin began, but the other stopped him immediately and thoughtful.
"Nor do I care to know. Then you think too that I'm still too attached to the image of my father. "
words into the mouth of Arthur jarring, as if he had already heard from others. Merlin rushed to shake his head. "I was speaking only of the throne."
Arthur nodded, dry, and returned to their game.
In fact, Merlin and thought it should be clear to anyone with eyes to the reign of Arthur was not what had been the reign of Uther, yet many still struggle to separate the image of the child by his father. Not Merlin, this was a foregone conclusion, even if only because his son took him to bed.
"You know ... I think that's true. I need a sign that you really do understand that everything changed. "Arthur said absently combing the hair of Merlin" Move a little '- far right - ouch! Not there - here. Fermo. You have sharp elbows most of the world. "
" You asked Kay? "
" Hm. He also sees the problem. "
"It 's an intelligent man."
"Yeah. I do not see how my father could give him so little credit - though. In this case the futility of his advice was almost pathetic. "
Merlin warned Arthur irritation to grow in every word, so he turned just leaning on its side and began to stroke his chest with calm circular motion.
"For example?"
"A table. A round table. To hear all riders equally. "
"It looks bad." Merlin commented softly, lying. He felt that his eyelids were closed by sleep, and still had to clean up the supper dishes. He roused himself and leaned on one elbow to rise. Arthur's eyes shone with disbelief.
"A round table."
In a moment, both burst out laughing, naked and dirty they were.
Merlin ignored the problem may be too long, giving him little credit as it was lost in his new world body composed of Arthur, the absence of Arthur when he was busy elsewhere, it does Arthur told him that and he did. Gwen was to open his eyes as usual.
"Arthur looks worried." Commented without stopping to wash the sheets of the building.
Things were worse for her since Morgan was gone. Was kept at court, of course, and Arthur He liked to talk to her, probably more often than it did before, but it was typical of his had not the slightest notice of his clothes a bit 'more analysis or his hands more chapped. A Merlin was absolutely forbidden to say anything with an intensity that rarely Gwen had seen, so it was silent.
The truth was that Gwen had been downgraded from personal maid of the king's daughter to a simple maid, and without his father to help her out his finances were not the most optimistic.
Merlin tries to help her, but it was like trying to empty the sea with your hands.
"Worried?" He smiled to himself, thinking that the concern that Gwen had seen was nothing but exhaustion.
"For the matter of Uther."
The smile faded quickly. "As a matter of Uther?" Gwen gave him
a searching look, "I thought you had talked about it. He is afraid - quite rightly in my view - that people still have trouble thinking of him as the new king, rather than as the son of Uther. There is the ghost of his father on the throne of Camelot, still be heard. "
" Oh, that. I had mentioned something a few days ago. You see worried? "
Gwen nodded, giving a very strong tug to the sheet. "And I agree with him, I told you. It would take something that detaches from the past, a clear sign that the era Uther is finally over. "
Merlin nodded. They stayed a few minutes in silence, reflection, and then began to talk about something else. How
servant staff of the King, Merlin was obliged to attend more or less all the banquets, and half of the royal council. Even when it dragged on for hours with the only result of sfiancare or irritate everyone present, and Arthur too tired to make the bed later. Merlin
Not that he really thought that the role of Arthur was less important than his personal happiness.
"... but if you took into consideration -"
"I already took into account everything you need! Everything you have said in the last month! "
The board of that morning had not started on the right foot, and Arthur had already begun to turn around the round table like a caged lion, growling against his advisors . Merlin had been forced to stay in the right corner with a pitcher full of wine in hand.
Arthur struck a fist on the wood, making startling everyone present. "I did exactly what you suggested, starting from this round table damned!"
"Do not enough. "Kay commented calmly, that, far from being the most senior advisers, was certainly the most pragmatic.
"But I changed the customs! I have abolished laws, I've done it again, I made pacts and alliances changed! I'm getting the peace, is not enough? "
Kay shook her head firmly," The issue is not whether or not enough, Your Majesty, but if you can not see the real advocate of it all, or only the puppet in the hands of experts. "
" puppet ... "He repeated furious Arthur, Merlin, and he thought that if he were Kay would rise immediately from the chair, ready to flee.
"You are young. And even if it is not a fault, this trouble to the people to trust you. Added to this is the bond that still preserved the memory of your father, we do not want nor dare never private. "He hastened to add, staring at the hand of Arthur which was closed spasmodically on the hilt of the sword .
"What should I do then," asked Arthur hoarsely.
Kay looked around. Several advisers nodded in return, as prompting him to report what they had already agreed. Merlin pushed forward to hear better. Kay trusted and had confidence that he could eventually find a solution.
"... We believe that the most immediate sign of your maturity and married, your Majesty. You need a wife, preferably one that your father has chosen for you. "
A Merlin the pitcher fell from her hands.
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