Tradimento (quarto capitolo)
Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not belongs Merlin, Arthur is not mine, it belongs to me everything that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
That night he slept in Merlin his old room, alone, trying to block the possibility that the worst pain yet. He was able to sleep just focusing on steady breathing of her mother beyond the wall.
He woke up almost abruptly, disturbed by a blade of light that penetrated through the open door. He blinked but could not keep them open and let himself fall back into the darkness of early morning golden. The sounds beyond the door came the muffled and confused, but was able to recognize the light and quick steps of his mother, arranged the last things, went out from the house. He heard her stop at the table, put something (breakfast for him, he knew, he knew every one of those passages from memory), move the dish with bread so that he was right in the middle of the table, get to take the shawl resting the chair, and then open the door with delicate movements not to wake him.
Merlin smiled without opening his eyes, pulling the blanket up to his chin. It was hot, but that morning he felt vulnerable and smaller than a decade, and the blanket that covered her shoulders had always made me feel safer. He clenched his eyes, ready to get back to sleep.
few minutes later, was already asleep when doing deeper, the door creaked opened. Merlin absently registered the noise. He turned, consciousness sinking deeper and deeper-that was lost behind the closed eyelids ... going off ... Still in the torpor of sleep,
"I was not able to leave."
Merlin opened just the eyes, but sleep forced him to close immediately. "What?" Grumble.
Someone had spoken, but he was so tired ... so ... Sleep ...
"Merlin. Wake up. "
was the name to make him open his eyes immediately. Arthur pronounced his name like no other.
"Arthur?" He tried to say, but it came out something incomprehensible.
Arthur was crouched in front of him, leaning toward his face, resting on the blanket that covered him.
"I want to know why."
Merlin shook his head, silent, feeling the numbness of sleep left him leaving him cold.
"What?" He repeated.
Arthur leaned forward and kissed him.
was the first kiss in the life of Merlin that he had indeed caught by surprise. But it did not matter, because after every kiss Arthur was exactly the same, because the mouth of Arthur was the same as always. His hands clenched in the same way lean on the shoulders of Merlin, her hair brushed his forehead in the same way.
When detached, Arthur looked at him with determination and a lot more anger than Merlin could bear, and then, after all, he was not without pity. Merlin said nothing of all that he wanted or had to say. He pulled up to meet him, shaking his coat and hair.
Breath of Arthur broke up in angry sobs against his cheek as soon as the mouth of Merlin found his skin, and Merlin's refusal to hear him, for his treachery, and had just come off and talk, but if Then Arthur was no longer wanted? It seemed to go crazy at the thought, could not ask him to deprive himself of this, heat and weight and bustle and Arthur.
not believed to be a person like that. Believed to be better, and yet it was not true, because I could not help but pull against Arthur.
Arthur was to win, rejecting in the bed and forcibly uprooted the covers off me, ('only this' Merlin thought, 'Please do not stop' and then -) kissing passionately, unable even to take his mouth ('only this') , going over him forcing him to open her legs ('Do not ...'). Merlin went to meet every thrust, every movement, her face pressed into the neck line. The up trying to make him take off his tunic, but Arthur did not raise even the head, dropped only one hand to undo his pants and rubbed with the same hand the skin on the sides of Merlin trying to lower his. The sides of Merlin immediately arched, sliding down the pants of canvas, and then they were skin to skin. A Merlin seemed really had no choice.
But he had, of course I did. "Arthur -" almost shouted, trying to get some air.
He managed to break away for a moment and remember why he should do it. But then he looked at Arthur before him, eyes dark and concentrated with dark circles of days, his mouth open and wet kisses and broken breath, frowning. His face. Faced
his expression shocked by the anger and sex, the sweet smile Gwen disappeared.
"Because -" Churches Arthur off with a roar and urgent, but Merlin did get his hand up to bolt on his erection, and Arthur stopped speaking with a hoarse moan that drew a line under the painful ear Merlin, exciting cheeks.
There was no room for anything else, and separation was impossible even to think of it, drove Arthur's hand clutching his wrist to pull away and stop it over his head, and then went against Merlin with all the strength I had . A Merlin looked after
that they were both about to cry all the time. The climax came perfect and painful, and Arthur gave the last cry with her face hidden in the pillow. Merlin knew it was not for him. Just
Arthur rolled away from him, Merlin curled away and immediately closed her eyes.
"I had forgotten how it was." Arthur's voice came muffled. No trace of happiness.
Merlin felt drowning. He turned.
Arthur looked at him seriously. He still had his cheeks reddened. "I do not know how to forgive." A
Merlin had to laugh. They still had something to say? There was still something that should be clarified? What was to explain, to talk about? He shook the blanket stronger slipped beneath him, looking desperately for a way for this to end.
"Never mind." He said. "There is nothing you must forgive."
Arthur continued to stare, in silence, and Merlin can tell you hated to love so well behind all that anger.
Arthur put his hand through his hair in a caress too similar to a close. “Stai scherzando.” Sussurrò. “Mi hai tradito.”
“Tu mi hai tradito.” Ribatté Merlin, quietamente, senza cercare di sottrarsi al tocco ruvido dell’altro.
Arthur ritirò immediatamente la mano, come scottato.
“Non fare finta di non capire.” Continuò Merlin, a voce ancora più bassa. “Le voglio bene. Tu le vuoi bene. L’hai sposata.”
Arthur spalancò gli occhi, come se avesse improvvisamente scoperto che quello che pensava solo un incubo fosse reale.
“Vattene, Arthur. "Whispered Merlin. "Do not come back." His voice was completely wrong, sweet and almost pleading.
"It went well, eh?" Will Churches, swinging his left foot in the water of the stream.
"No." He confirmed Merlin.
"Mh. But there was a way to make it go right? "
" No. "
" Perfect. "Will looked at him, incredibly comprehensive and very far indeed grasping Merlin's unhappiness, and shook his shoulder. "I would say 'forget about it'. Would not help, eh? "
" No. "
" Would you like to do some tricks with the magic? Something nice? "
Merlin spent the rest of the afternoon pretending to draw dragons of fire in the air made him happy. The pain was overwhelming everything around him.
not to go to bed together, obviously. It was decided by neither, Merlin simply stopped touching if not for the bare necessities and Will really started to bring in barn, the daughter of the washing machine, a pretty girl with hips a bit 'too tight.
Merlin did not know what to do.
Will found him lying on his bed in the early hours of the morning several days later, with his face pressed into the pillow.
"Continue to bring riders Ealdor. There's another that seeks you. "
Merlin turned his head, a flash of energy across his body, from the first day.
"It's not him." He added Will.
Merlin got the same going to see who he was, pretending that really mattered.
Lancelot must have been on the coast, because her face and hands darkened considerably, and he must have fought against anything that moved, because it was also covered with small cuts.
"It's nothing. Evil people that I found on the road. "
" Oh, sure. The world is full of bad people. "
Merlin hugged him tighter than was necessary, taking deep breaths sea air. He had not really, and ritrovarselo unexpectedly before had done more good than any other thing that happened recently.
"There are a lot of things in the South" Lancelot continued with enthusiasm, once that was done to accommodate inside the house. "I learned a lot. Did not expect to find here, to be honest, I had heard that Arthur - "
Merlin managed to hide it very well step in his body. "And the 'King." Followed, with equal voice.
"'s why I came back." Lancelot nodded. Then she stared, frowning. "Something wrong? What happened? "And it was then
Merlin that he remembered the life of Lancelot would take from there a short cul-de-sac. The few words would suffice to remove all traces of light-hearted smile from my face. And he more than anyone knew how bad it would.
"Nothing." He said. "I just wanted to get away for a while '."
Lancelot, unlike Arthur, she could also be insightful. It was clear that we do not believe, but did not say anything anyway. Merlin was grateful to him and he felt even worse.
"Tell me the bad people." He offered.
Lancelot nodded, and jumped in headlong into a detailed account of all those months away.
"Now what are you doing?" Churches Merlin the next day, looking back on horseback. He knew what he wanted to do, I imagined, but was really hoping that he finally decided to leave, that he had found something or someone out of there, away from Camelot that held them enthralled and unhappy as a leash.
Lancelot smiled, happy as those who know they have gained some reward out of life. "I go back to Camelot. I think the time has come. "He touched his chest playfully. "The heart and the arm to the servants of Uncle I will wait for my King, Merlin. Try to feel good. "
was already about to leave when the consciousness of Merlin shouted back," Wait! "
Lancelot immediately stopped the horse and turned to face him. Merlin felt tight and unhappy as ever before.
"I knew it." Lancelot said, still smiling, just resigned. "I was waiting I found the courage to tell me. What happened? "
Merlin looked at him from the bottom up, and it was decided to open mouth. "Arthur ... he got married."
Lancelot's face immediately became more sad, almost compassionate. "Sorry." He said.
Merlin was shocked to find out how much was obvious to those around him, but drove by surprise and caught his breath, as if to soak in cold water. "With her. Gwen. He's married. "
Every emotion that passed on the face of Lancelot Merlin recognized it as hers, and forced him to relive everything again, the anger the pain of defeat and the jealousy of the new rage in an instant. Lancelot opened
mouth as if saying something else, but the Merlin knew that there was nothing to know. Closed it. She swallowed stones and then opened again. Unlike him, Lancelot was born to fight. "I gotta go." He said, in deep trouble. It seemed transfigured, as if he had taken a decision which could not escape. "I'm sorry."
Merlin nodded, although he did not understand.
was only after he saw him disappear around the bend, that he understood that those were not excuses for him, but for Arthur, and Lancelot, and he really did not have anything in common, because Merlin had not even thought to take back what he thought was his.
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