A/N: Don't like it, don't like it...Happy snow day! Yay! I've been busy notdoing coursework! Yay! I mean...oops...Anyway, I don't like this, please someone, ANYONE tell me how to fix it!
It had started two months ago. Arthur had stormed into his room, slamming the door and leaning against it. Merlin had come round the corner to se what happened and Arthur had thrown himself at him, kissing him hard, surprising Merlin so he let out a small squeak. "Arthur." His protest was cut short as Arthur kissed him again, tugging at his jacket. Merlin pulled free again, "no-"
"Merlin, you're my servant, serve me." Arthur hissed, grinding his hips against Merlin's. "And don't worry, it means nothing." That may have been what was said, but Merlin didn't hear that, instead 'You mean nothing' echoed in his head. Arthur pulled him away from the wall and dragged him across the room, pushing him onto the bed.
Arthur toed off his boots and climbed onto the bed, flipping a protesting Merlin onto his stomach and pulling down his breeches. "Arthur, please don't." Merlin begged, tears forming as he was shifted so he was leaning on his knees and elbows. Arthur reached into a draw by his bedside and pulled out some oil.
"Don't be such a girl, Merlin." Arthur mocked as he slicked up his fingers and shoved two into Merlin's unwilling tightness making Merlin cry out in pain and drop his head onto the pillows, whimpering slightly. "Oh, for God's sake, Merlin, take it like a man!" Arthur growled as he shoved a third finger in, thrusting them harshly.
"Arthur, stop." Merlin begged, trying to move away from Arthur's fingers.
"No, you stop!" Arthur reached a hand round Merlin and pulled him back onto Arthur's fingers.
"Ah! No, Arthur-"
"Shut up, Merlin!" Arthur began to stroke Merlin's flaccid member in an attempt to distract him from the pain. When Arthur stopped, Merlin was half hard and still whimpering. Arthur decided that Merlin was prepared enough, which Merlin completely disagreed with, and pulled his fingers out, much to Merlin's relief.
"Is that it?" Merlin asked hopefully.
"No, I just prepared you so it doesn't hurt you too much, and there's less chance of you bleeding in my bed." Arthur said as he slicked up his erection.
"So what doesn't hu-AH!" Merlin screamed loudly as Arthur pushed into him in one movement. "Arthur! No, stop!" Merlin began thrashing and screaming. "Stop it! Stop it! STOP!" He cried.
"Merlin!" Arthur caught his wrist and held him down, putting his weight onto Merlin's back. "Stop, it is your job to serve me, so shut up and think of Will and it'll be over soon." Arthur said, Merlin sobbed again.
"Who are you?" Merlin asked in a whisper. Arthur didn't hear, he was too busy thrusting into Merlin's tight, virgin hole. Merlin closed his eyes and tried to stop the pain with magic. It didn't work. He was completely flaccid and felt nothing but pain until Arthur came groaning, "Guinevere," when he felt sticky and disgusting.
Arthur collapsed onto his back and lay, panting, for a few minutes, then pulled out, making Merlin shudder, and fastened his breeches again. "Get up, Merlin, sort yourself out." Arthur ordered, throwing a rag at him. Merlin knelt and wiped his face, wiping away tears and mucus, before wiping away the semen dripping down his thighs. "Hurry up!" Arthur pressed. Merlin pulled his breeches up and stood, straightening out the sheets, purposely avoiding eye contact with Arthur.
"Whenever I say that you are to return after I have dismissed you for the evening, go back to your room, eat, wash, and prepare yourself." Merlin turned to Arthur and cocked his head in confusion. "You know," Arthur began, walking to Merlin who suddenly looked uncomfortable. "When I oiled up my fingers," he held one of Merlin's wrists while the other hand trailed down Merlin's body to his arse. "and put them he-"
"Stop!" Merlin cried as Arthur pressed his fingers to Merlin's covered entrance.
"Why, Merlin? Don't you like it? Is it not what you want? Not Will?" Arthur asked, his tone mocking, gripping one of Merlin's cheeks. "If you don't want to do this, then quit, just walk out of here and I'll find someone else, maybe a young lad, they've got lots of energy, very willing." Merlin reacted without thinking, slapping Arthur hard.
"Shut up! Just shut up, Arthur!" Merlin shouted, pushing Arthur away.
"What's wrong, Merlin? Don't want to fight? Afraid? Will can't use his magic here, can he? Can't use it anywhere, he died saving me! I won! I own you!" Arthur laughed, Merlin began moving towards the door.
"Stop it, Arthur." Arthur moved quickly, pinning Merlin to the cupboard with his body. "Please," Merlin said, looking into Arthur's eyes, "tell me you're not really Arthur." Arthur clapped him hard on the ear.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Arthur asked, frowning.
"What did you're father say to you?" Merlin asked.
"That's none of your damn business!" Arthur shouted, hitting Merlin again.
"Get away from me!" Merlin shouted, closing his eyes tight. He felt the weight leave him and when he opened his eyes again, Arthur was across the room, sprawled on the floor.
"How did you do that?" He asked seriously.
"You used magic!" Arthur accused.
"No! It wasn't-"
"You did!" Arthur shouted, Merlin said nothing, just ran from the room, expecting Arthur to shout to the guards to stop him, but he didn't.
He ran all the way to Gaius' chambers and locked the door behind him, leaning against it then sliding down it, body shaking with silent sobs. "Merlin?" Merlin didn't look up at Gaius' voice. "Merlin, what's wrong?" Gaius asked again, panic clear in his voice.
Merlin looked up and faked a smile. "Nothing," he lied, "just tired." He stood and began walking to his room, only now realising how much that hurt.
"Merlin, what happened to you?" Gaius asked.
"Nothing! I'm fine, Gaius, just leave it." He said, then turned and continued to his room, closing the door and collapsing on his bed in tears, hugging his knees.
After a while, Gaius came in and just stood, looking at Merlin. "Merlin, what happened?" He asked softly.
"I don't know, Gaius. I really don't, but it hurts." Merlin sobbed. Gaius moved forward and rested a hand on Merlin's shoulder.
"What hurts?" Merlin shook his head and turned his head so his face was buried in the pillow. "Merlin, please." Gaius sat down next to Merlin and Merlin threw himself at him, crying onto his shoulder.
"He hurt me." Merlin muttered between sobs.
"What? Who? How?" Gaius asked suddenly.
Merlin didn't answer. "I'm…I'm going to have a bath, that okay?" He asked.
Gaius hesitated before saying. "Yes, that's fine."
A/N: Now a chaptered fic...because To-chan said to and she scares me sometimes...