Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Breaking into the enemy's camp seemed like a good idea at the time.
Warnings: bondage, dub-con
Word Count: 999
Author's Notes: Another one in the Victory series. Set after Ways of War but before Victory.
Arthur couldn’t believe what he was doing. He knew that should any of his men or heaven forbid his father find out about this, they too would think that he had taken leave of his senses.
What kind of commander deliberately allowed the enemy to capture them?
He couldn’t help it though. He had to see Merlin again. Thoughts of the rival officer had filled his head night and day, Merlin’s name on his lips silently as he took himself into hand. Ever since he had had the other man tied down and at his mercy, only for Merlin to turn the situation around, he had been driven mad by thoughts of the man. He had to see him again, had to feel him. Knowing that he had been at Merlin’s mercy and the man had let him go made Arthur convinced that he would be walking away from this situation as well.
After, of course, he had been fucked. Or fucked Merlin. He wasn’t too bothered either way.
It was almost too easy to find the scouts, cause enough of a fiasco that they didn’t realise he was faking the whole thing and for them to take him prisoner. His hands were bound and he was dragged into the camp. As it was late, no one was truly around, something that Arthur was thankful for. He would rather word didn’t get out about this, although he was sure that he would be able to come up with some escape story that made him look the hero once Merlin released him.
The only flicker of uncertainty Arthur had was when he was bundled into a hut and forced to kneel. His arms were forced around the centre beam propping up the roof and his wrists fastened with shackles. Although he was sure that Merlin would be letting him go, he had hoped to be secured in a way that he at least had a chance to free himself if that was what it had come to. The soldiers who had brought him in quickly disappeared and Arthur just knew they had gone to get Merlin. Judging by how quickly footsteps headed back his way, he wasn’t surprised when Merlin appeared in the doorway.
One flick of his hand dismissed the men and the door slammed shut behind him as he stalked in. His eyes darkened as they ran over the form of his captive and Arthur had to wonder whether he even realised that he had licked his lips. Through the sleeping breeches Merlin was wearing, Arthur could see his cock hardening.
“What are you doing, Arthur?” the commander sighed as he came to a stop, standing over his prisoner. Arthur knew his intention was burning out of his eyes as he gazed up at Merlin. He simply smirked, and that was all it took until Merlin’s breeches were around his ankles. Arthur barely had time to suck in a breath before Merlin’s hand had fisted in his hair and his cock had slammed against the back of Arthur’s throat.
It was everything that he had been longing for and Arthur quickly swallowed the commander down, running his tongue teasingly even as he sucked. Merlin couldn’t seem to hold himself back, fucking his mouth with vigour as grunts fell from his lips. Considering his soldiers would have been expecting this to happen, there was no point in trying to stay quiet.
It was over far too quickly for Arthur to be happy about. Merlin didn’t allow himself to come, instead pulling out and leaving Arthur almost chasing after him hungrily. He hadn’t risked all of this just to taste Merlin’s dick, he wanted everything. This time, it was Merlin who smirked and before Arthur knew what was coming, he had been turned. His hands were still bound around the post, but this time, his chest was pressed against it. He craned his head back as he felt Merlin kneel down behind him.
“What would you have done if they had just killed you rather than bringing you to me?”
“I knew they wouldn’t,” Arthur rasped, his voice so hoarse it took even him by surprise. This was going to be awkward to explain away. He felt Merlin chuckle in his ear, but before anything else could be said, the commander slipped into his body. Arthur hissed, not having realised that Merlin wouldn’t take the time to prepare him. The first shift of Merlin’s hips was painful, the next pure bliss as Merlin hit a spot that made Arthur swear loudly. It was only then that he realised just how painfully hard he was and that he had no way of providing any relief as his hands were tied. Merlin laughed again and Arthur realised that had been his intention all along. Pushing back, Arthur simply met Merlin thrust for thrust until they were both panting.
How Merlin held off for so long, Arthur didn’t know. He felt the man slam in one final time, his cock pulsing deep within Arthur’s body and that was all it took for Arthur to come all over the post and his own stomach.
“You really were desperate, weren’t you?” Merlin mocked, his eyes flashing and Arthur was once again with his back to the post, looking up into Merlin’s flushed face. It made him smile to see Merlin looked wrecked and he lent forward, pressing a kiss to Merlin’s limp cock and causing the man to moan at how sensitive it was. Merlin stood and moved back towards the door.
“Hey,” Arthur called, tugging at the shackles. “You have to let me go.”
“Why? You’re the one that got yourself caught. If you’re that desperate for me, then I’m doing you a favour. I’m keeping you right here with me, Commander.”
Arthur stared, the first flicker of doubt and fear working its way into his mind now that it was clearing of the lust that had been plaguing him. What had he done?