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12 May 2009 @ 09:04 pm
To hold. Rated nc-17.  
Title: To hold.
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings/Spoilers: A little violence, a lot of sex, implied non-con
Notes/Thanks: For cotharay, who tossed out the prompt of almost!rape, savetheday!Arthur, and gratitude!sex which my muse picked up and RAN WITH.
Summary: There were three men, and while Merlin had been able to take one of them down – and Arthur was ridiculously proud that Merlin had at least picked up enough from their lessons to be able to manage that – the other two had managed to back him against a large oak.

By the time the crimes were brought to the crown’s attention, Gaius had treated three young men for the injuries sustained in the attacks. And they had no way of knowing how many may not be coming forward. If it hadn’t been for the last victim – Gareth, the younger son of Lady Wilhelmina’s maid Alice – the crown would probably have continued turning a blind eye to the attacks. Certainly, none of the other victims had brought forward complaints or demands for justice. In fact, Gareth, where he stood beside his mother, slightly behind Lady Wilhelmina before the entire court, looked as though he would rather be anywhere else, probably trying to forget what had happened. But the boy was barely more than a child, not even old enough to shave, and Wilhelmina was right to be outraged at the attack.

Arthur knew that she was right, but a part of him still wanted nothing more than to turn a blind eye. He could empathise with the victims, if not sympathise. It was humiliating, emasculating, to be taken against one’s will. As if one were a weak woman, unable to defend against another man’s brute strength. But the fact remained that there were men attacking – raping – citizens of Camelot, and as Crown Prince, it was Arthur’s job to stop them.

By midday, Arthur had established a pattern for the attacks: they happened in the same five mile stretch of forest, around the same time – between supper and nightfall – and the victims were all young and pale with dark hair.

He alerted the guards to stop anyone leaving the city alone who fit the description of the victims and, though there had been no reports of women being attacked, requested that Morgana also refrain from leaving Camelot until the criminals were dealt with. Then he went to find Merlin.


Arthur allowed himself exactly half a minute to be shocked that Gaius had allowed Merlin to leave the city – had sent him out for more lavender, for Christ’s sake! – before hissing a curse and rushing to the stables.

He knew where Merlin liked to go for lavender, and that combined with the time of day – his idiot of a manservant may as well have gone knocking on the attackers’ door and offered himself up on a silver platter!

He was still cursing the stupidity of manservants and court physicians as he tore across Camelot’s drawbridge, Llamrei’s hooves pounding across the packed dirt of the road with all the steady confidence of a royally trained warhorse.

It was really no time at all before they were at the clearing Merlin favoured, though Arthur swore it took twice as long as it had when he’d accompanied his lover last week. When he was greeted by an empty clearing and no sign of Merlin, Arthur’s stomach clenched. He had never dismounted faster, and he didn’t remember drawing his sword. His hunter’s instincts took over immediately, and it wasn’t long before he was following Merlin’s trail from the clearing into the woods.

He found them along a game trail, not more than ten yards from the clearing. There were three men, and while Merlin had been able to take one of them down – and Arthur was ridiculously proud that Merlin had at least picked up enough from their lessons to be able to manage that – the other two had managed to back him against a large oak. Merlin had no hope of getting away from them, and when Arthur heard the things they were saying to his friend, his stomach rolled and he saw red.

He didn’t remember crossing to the tree, but he would never forget the ease with which his blade cut through the man’s spine or how easy it was to continue his swing through the first attacker’s flank into his friend before the second man had even turned fully. He met Merlin’s widened eyes briefly before turning to the third man. He was a little surprised to note that Merlin had managed to slit the man’s throat; a surprisingly clean wound for someone as untrained as the slight man.

When he turned back to Merlin, the younger man was still pressed against the tree, eyes wide in a too-pale face. There was blood on his cheek – from his attacker, Arthur thought. The prince wasted no time cleaning his blade on the dead man’s trouser leg, re-sheathing the sword as he stood.

He approached Merlin slowly, as he would a skittish horse. He had no real idea what type of reaction he was expecting from his lover, but when Merlin flinched away from him violently, Arthur felt the fist in his chest clench all the harder.

“Merlin,” he kept his voice soft, not that it was a difficult task, “are you alright? Did they – Are you hurt?”

Merlin blinked, uncomprehending, for a moment before giving a sharp shake of his head, no. Arthur felt a knot loosen in the pit of his stomach, and he released a breath he hadn’t realised he’d caught.

“Alright. Did you get what Gaius needed?”

A sharp nod, this time.

“Let’s go then, yeah? We’ll go home and let the guards clean this up.” He motioned back towards Camelot. “Alright?”

Merlin swallowed audibly before nodding again. He moved back toward the clearing slowly, edging carefully around the dead bodies at his feet. Arthur followed, one hand still hovering over his sword. Gareth had said there were only three attackers, but Arthur was still riding high on adrenaline and wasn’t foolish enough to let his guard down.


Merlin was shaking as they entered the clearing, which he was sure Arthur could see. He was just as sure, however, that his lover had misinterpreted the reason for it. Yes, being cornered by those men had shaken Merlin to the core. He’d always taken his safety for granted, regardless of the fact that he used magic daily in Uther Pendragon’s Camelot. His status within the royal household provided a certain amount of protection, as did his association with Gaius. Beyond that, he had always relied on a wide smile and innocent expression to get him out of bad situations. (Arthur said it that was because he looked like a simpleton, but Merlin couldn’t really care; the look had worked to get him out of trouble with the king and, more impressively, his mother.)

Of course, Merlin wasn’t foolish enough to believe that that would work forever. So he let Arthur teach him to handle himself in a fight, and he studied the defensive spells in his book, something that had saved his life and Arthur’s more than once.

But having those three men approach him like they had had been markedly different from a sorcerer’s duel or facing off against his lover on the practice field or even fending off the wild attacks of magical beasts. Not least because the things they were saying, what they were planning on doing to him, disturbed him on a deep level. It had been luck and magic that allowed Merlin to take out the first man, and he had a feeling he might not react to that memory well once the residual adrenaline and magic pumping through his veins wore off.

Until then, though, Merlin was trembling with something that felt alarmingly like arousal. So, when Arthur stepped into the clearing behind him, Merlin thought it only natural to turn and pounce on his prince.


Arthur took an embarrassingly long time to react to his sudden armful of very eager manservant. So long, in fact, that by the time he regained his wits, he was flat on his back while Merlin frantically tugged at his sword belt.

“Merlin, what –”

With the tiny corner of his brain not worried for his lover or shutting down under the assault on his body, Arthur had to admit that Merlin’s method of shoving his tongue in Arthur’s mouth was an inspired way to shut him up.

Shut up.” Merlin hissed as he pulled out of the kiss. “Just shut up.” He finally finished with the sword belt and started tugging and pushing at Arthur’s tunic and trousers.

“Do you have any idea,” Merlin groaned into the skin of Arthur’s throat, “how good you looked back there? My hero.” A dark chuckle as he finally loosened the ties of the prince’s hose and shoved his hand unceremoniously inside. “Suck,” and the first two fingers of his free hand were pressed into Arthur’s mouth.

Arthur was hardly idle, however, and he was shoving Merlin’s trousers down past his hips even as he laved his lover’s fingers with his tongue. He was still a little lost as to what had brought this on, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain; Merlin was hardly the only one to get turned on in a fight.


Merlin stared, transfixed, at Arthur’s mouth as the prince coated his fingers with saliva. It didn’t take much to remember the last time those gorgeous lips had been wrapped around his cock, instead. And with that thought, Merlin pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. A quick tilt of his hips was all the encouragement Arthur needed to tug Merlin’s trousers out of the way, and then Merlin’s fingers were pushing deep into his own hole.

His groan was echoed by Arthur, and both were muffled by the kiss that had turned messy and wild, saliva slicking their cheeks and chins as they fought to climb into each other through their mouths. In no time at all, it wasn’t enough and Merlin pulled back and spit into his own palm, using it to slick Arthur’s angry red cock before positioning himself and sinking half-way down in a single thrust.

Merlin threw his head back with a sharp cry at the burn, but barely paused before pulling up minutely and pushing himself back down, taking all of Arthur inside that time. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Merlin looked down at his lover. Arthur’s head was tipped back in the dirt, his neck bared and splotched red and slick with sweat and Merlin couldn’t help himself, he had to taste it. He sank his teeth into the skin just under Arthur’s Adam’s apple, sucking and gnawing an angry bruise there, reveling the vibration of Arthur’s groans under his mouth and the way Arthur’s hands gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises of his own.

When Merlin was satisfied with the mark he’d left on his prince, he sat back, Arthur now fully seated in him. He flashed a single wild grin at his lover’s blown eyes and wrecked expression before bracing his hands on Arthur’s thighs and riding his cock hard.

Arthur choked on a breath before letting it out in a long, loud groan, and Merlin felt a flash of triumph, as he always did, at Arthur’s loss of control. Then he was too caught up in the burning stretching pounding rhythm of their hips as Arthur thrust up to meet him in a coupling that was more violent than any of their previous encounters.


Arthur couldn’t take his eyes off Merlin. His lover was beautiful in his wildness, his complete abandon as he rode Arthur fast and hard. The prince felt like it was all he could do to hold on for the ride, hands grasping Merlin’s hips and thighs as his own hips strained up to meet each of Merlin’s downward thrusts. Merlin grinned down at him, fierce, before throwing his head back with a high keen, and they both lost themselves in the intense pleasure curling in their bellies.


Merlin came with a shout, his cock untouched, clenching down hard around his lover as his back arched in. His entire body was tense to the point of breaking as the most powerful orgasm of his life ripped through him. Through the rushing in his own ears, he thought he heard Arthur’s, “Fuck, Merlin!” And then the prince’s release was flooding Merlin’s hole in a seemingly never-ending burst.

After, when they had both caught their breath a bit, Arthur nudged Merlin’s face up to seal his their mouths together again, though this time their kiss was slower, more tender, full of Arthur’s fear and relief and maybe just a little love.

“Merlin…” why did you leave the city? He wanted to ask. What did you think you were doing? Why would you risk yourself? Don’t you know I can’t lose you? But his voice was caught in his throat, and all he could do was pull his lover tighter to his chest, ignoring their sticky, ruined clothes, and press another gentle kiss to the other man’s mouth, trying to convey with his tongue everything he couldn’t quite voice.

From the way Merlin sighed into the kiss and wrapped himself further around his prince, that was enough.
Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: AFI - 37 mm
WldCatSprStr14: pendragon playboywldcatsprstr_14 on May 13th, 2009 03:55 am (UTC)
*squee* HURRAY for Hero!Arthur.

I can't blame Merlin for his utterly wanton behavior. When Arthur came into the clearing and starting cracking skulls, it made me feel all sexy inside.

I wish I had a Hero!(insert name of utterly prattish, but oh so sexy mancandy here) *le sigh*

espresso bandito: Arthurfresica on May 13th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)
I wish I had a Hero!(insert name of utterly prattish, but oh so sexy mancandy here)
Oh, honey, don't we all? *tiny sigh* And, yeah, I think it's pretty safe to say I'd throw myself at him, too. XD

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Eos Rose: Merlin: 50 ways to satisfy your princeeosrose on May 13th, 2009 04:28 am (UTC)
I saw this fic and jumped for joy. Hero!Arthur is my absolute favorite... *blushes* I have such a terrible hero kink...

Great story! Not that I would expect anything different from you. :)
espresso bandito: Arthurfresica on May 13th, 2009 04:30 am (UTC)
OOH, ME TOO. He is the perfect knight, after all. *nods*

Thanks, doll! I'm so so glad you like it! :D
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Aurora: Gen - Foxy Nerdauroraprimavera on May 13th, 2009 04:32 am (UTC)

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Long live Buckbeak!: cain moanrandomb33 on May 13th, 2009 04:58 am (UTC)


Gah, Heroic!Arthur and Desperate!Grateful!Merlin and Ohnoes!Raep and adfakdfadfka. And then, of course, the 'Thank you, you sexy heroic studmuffin' sex. Which was pretty much too hot for words. Have I ever mentioned that bottoming from the top is, like, my food? WELL NOW YOU KNOW. BAH. *is ded*
espresso bandito: M/A manipfresica on May 13th, 2009 05:04 am (UTC)
*stares at Cain's smexing face* *drools*


I'm so glad you like iiiittt!!! Thank you for reading it, darling! :DD
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Grace C.andropovka on May 13th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
espresso bandito: fangirlfresica on May 13th, 2009 06:40 am (UTC)
YES, GO ARTHUR. lol XD Hero!Arthur FTW.
cotharay: Feelin' foxycotharay on May 13th, 2009 06:29 am (UTC)
MY LUV <333333333

THIS IS JUST .... *FLAILS* .... FOXIESOME !!!!!!!!!!


Gosh, my prompt!muse is such a slut :P

PS. lovely layout <3

Edited at 2009-05-13 06:29 am (UTC)
espresso bandito: FOCS-yfresica on May 13th, 2009 06:37 am (UTC)
*tackleglomps* FOR YOU, DARLING. I'M SO V V V HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!! XD And if your prompt!muse is a slut, what does that say about my muse?

PS. lovely layout <3
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Chapeu en Feu: gaius hatazflammablehat on May 13th, 2009 06:44 am (UTC)
*phwoar* that was out of control hot! Your Merlin is a sexy fucking beast, if you'll pardon my French. And Arthur, oh Arthur, I could just picture his face at the 'moron!physician say what?' moment.

espresso bandito: fangirlfresica on May 13th, 2009 07:03 am (UTC)
k8 mattyk8matty on May 13th, 2009 07:52 am (UTC)
Yay! Damsel in distress scenario! My fave!

Hero!Arthur is gorgeous *salivates*
espresso bandito: Arthurfresica on May 13th, 2009 08:02 am (UTC)
Yes, Hero!Arthur is pure love. <3 Thanks for reading! :D
archaeologist_d: Arthur and Merlinarchaeologist_d on May 13th, 2009 11:13 am (UTC)
Arthur is Merlin's hero! Good thing he found the villains! Great job.
espresso bandito: Arthurfresica on May 13th, 2009 04:21 pm (UTC)
Arthur to the rescue! XD He is the perfect knight in shining armour, after all. ;D Thanks for reading!
magog_83magog_83 on May 13th, 2009 07:28 pm (UTC)
Wow. Arthur's kind of hot when he's being heroic. Or indeed, when he's doing anything at all. But ESPECIALLY when he's saving Merlin. Really loved all the raw emotion in this - thanks for sharing!!!
espresso bandito: Arthurfresica on May 13th, 2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
Merlin definitely agrees with you. ;D Thanks, sweets! I'm so glad you like it!
solanyxe: foxy gensolanyxe on May 14th, 2009 04:05 pm (UTC)
*pets the porn lady*
I strongly approve. ;)
(I liked the end in particular, where Arthur tried to convey his concern/love without words.)
espresso bandito: FOCS-yfresica on May 14th, 2009 04:46 pm (UTC)
*purrrrrr* Thank you, my love! I was rather please with the end, myself. :D *hugs&kisses*
Sarasezso on May 14th, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
GAH. Okay... um... let me just gather up what's left of my brain and I'll say something coherent....

GAH. Hero!Arthur, worried!Arthur, protective!Arthur and wanton!Merlin? Not to mention hot sex? NEVER MIND. THERE CAN BE NO COHERENCE HERE. YOU'LL HAVE TO BE HAPPY WITH KEY SMASH.

espresso bandito: FOCS-yfresica on May 14th, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC)
YOUR KEY SMASH MAKES ME V V HAPPY, DARLING! Merlin is a total slut for hero!Arthur! (EVERYONE IN THE WORLD is a total slut for hero!Arthur, though, so THAT'S OKAY.) THANK YOU, BB! <33
keleosnoonna: Bleach || AizenGin ★ badasskeleosnoonna on June 29th, 2009 09:41 pm (UTC)
I love wanton!Merlin and hero!Arthur, such a perfect combination!!

Great job!!
espresso bandito: Merlin/Arthurfresica on June 29th, 2009 10:12 pm (UTC)
^^ Thank you! It really is a great combination, isn't it? I'm so glad you like this! ♥
Mae: avid fanfic readermae_linda on August 26th, 2009 07:08 am (UTC)
WOW! Just wow!

You know, I keep thinking this is the best one then I read another fic and so on

espresso bandito: Merlin/Arthurfresica on August 26th, 2009 03:12 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! What a lovely thing to say! I hope that you continue to enjoy these stories. :D
beizantenbeizanten on January 8th, 2011 06:32 am (UTC)
really hot. love that merlin was in control even though he bottom. I agree with merlin arthur look so hot when he fight!