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nyxelestia) wrote2011-04-04 09:28 pm
Boys Just Wanna Have Fun, Part 1/3
Title: Boys Just Wanna Have Fun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Merlin hadn't even wanted to go to the stupid party in the first place.
Word Count: 8300
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Edwin Myrddin,
Warnings/Content: Drinking, violence, graphic non-con, drugging/forced intoxication,
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kinkme_merlin for this prompt: Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Other, modern day AU, non-con. Merlin is dragged to a party by Arthur when all he wanted to do is have a quiet night. Somebody slips something in his drink - roofies, perhaps - and he passes out and is taken advantage of. Author to decide how Arthur reacts.
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"Merlin!" Arthur cried out as they jerked to a stop in front of the house - manor more like. "For the love of god, stop moping! It's just a party."
Merlin continued glaring out his window. "This is Morgana - it's never just a party!"
Arthur chuckled, and sound bouncing around inside the posh car. "Fair enough; but really, there's no reason to act like you're walking to your own execution or something. I mean, honestly..."
Merlin growled, when whined. "I don't want to go!"
"Merlin-"
"A quiet night, Arthur, I had it all planned out!"
"More like boring night, really."
He wanted a quiet night in for once. He had gotten the new season of Burn Notice and some ice cream and a big bag of crisps - an entire feast of junk food - and had dug up his blanket and everything to stay at home and watch it.
Then Arthur had come in and announced that they were going to Morgana's party, and promptly ignored all of Merlin's protests.
Arthur sighed.
"Okay, tomorrow night, I'll switch off my work phone and pager and everything and keep signed off my e-mail on my laptop. We'll stay at home and have your 'stupid American series' marathon, okay?"
Merlin pouted. "Burn Notice isn't stupid."
"...I'll bring more junk food, and some take-away Thai. Okay?" Arthur asked, giving Merlin his own slight pout and his most earnest of looks. "Promise, we'll have our night in - just come to this party tonight, okay?"
Merlin sighed. "Fine."
Arthur grinned, reaching to curl his hand around Merlin's neck and pull him in for a slow, deep kiss.
"Now, come on," Arthur said. "Morgana's hired strippers and we don't want to miss them, now do we?"
Merlin rolled his eyes, sighing as he got out.
This was going to be a long night, he knew it.
~*~
A few hours later, Merlin wanted to go home.
The party had been all right, at first. The bouncers, recognizing them, had let them in without trouble. One of them even gave Merlin a half-hug hello. Inside, the drinks and food were already flowing, and within half an hour, the strippers had arrived, an assortment of men and women of all body types to fit everyone's interests. Merlin had been with Arthur, Gwen, and Morgana for most of the time, along with several other friends, and had even danced a few times.
But then, Arthur went off with his mates, Morgana and Gwen to the strippers, and Merlin...was left huddling in a corner nursing a drink.
It wasn't that late at all. Most people were still fairly sober, and Merlin certainly felt like a glum alcoholic as he nursed his…he had no idea what number drink he was on, which probably was his answer right there.
He turned away to look for Arthur. He was dancing his heart away with Lance on the floor. Merlin sighed, and turned back to where his drink was.
And he yelped in surprise to see he wasn't alone.
"Sorry, sorry!" the guy said, hands raised, placating. "You looked as bored as I felt, so I sat here."
Merlin smiled. One side of the man's face was scarred, looking like bad burns, but otherwise, he was fairly good looking, and the smile on his face seemed to negate the scars.
"Hi, I'm Merlin," Merlin said, holding out his hand.
"Eddie," the guy said, shaking it. "So, what're you doing here, looking that bored?"
"Dragged here by my boyfriend," Merlin said, rolling his eyes slightly.
"Ah," Eddie said. "I was a stereo tech, and the hostess invited me to stay for the party after I set everything up."
Merlin laughed. Maybe he could have a nice time, after all.
"What on earth are you drinking?" Eddie asked, indicating Merlin's drink, some atrociously bright cocktail of some kind. Though, funny, he could’ve sworn he only had a few sips left, rather than a third of the glass...
...he was really drunk. This early in the party, too...
"I'm not actually sure," Merlin said. "I've sort of just been drinking whatever everyone's been handing me."
Eddie laughed, raising his own bottle of beer. "Well, here's to being bored as fuck at the most un-boring party imaginable."
Merlin grinned, bringing up his glass to clink with the bottle. "I'll drink to that."
Tipping his head back and draining the glass, he did.
When he smacked his lips and set the glass back down and looked up, Eddie was grinning triumphantly.
He vaguely wondered why.
They chatted, Merlin feeling progressively drunker by the minute, even though he wasn't drinking anything else beyond a shot of strong vodka one of the caterers brought by. The music seemed to be getting more distant, yet also louder, as everything was starting to get blurred in his eyes and ears.
After a while, Eddie curled his fingers around Merlin's wrist. "I think you may have had a little too much - let's find some place quieter until you're better, hmm?"
Giggling, Merlin nodded, getting up with Eddie’s help. "The p'rfect gentleman, you're..."
Eddie leered down in a way Merlin was pretty sure would make movie perverts proud. He ought to tell Eddie that, but right then, he said, "Sure - why not?"
They found an empty bedroom - it wasn't late enough in the night that this was actually difficult - and Merlin stumbled into the room. The door closed behind them, muffling the loud, thumping music from the outside.
"I feel dizzy..." he mumbled, trying to concentrate on his destination. Bed.
"Sit down..." Eddie said, taking a hold of Merlin's shoulders and sitting him on the bed. Except that as soon as Eddie let go, Merlin fell back on the bed.
He laughed. "I'm no' norm'ly this much of a lightweigh'..."
Eddie nodded, standing over him a bit, towering.
Merlin tried to push himself up to better meet Eddie's level, but his arms wouldn't listen. He kept struggling for a bit, but his muscles wouldn't cooperate.
"Hel'me up? Can't move," Merlin murmured. He raised his hand up in Eddie's general direction.
Eddie smirked and swatted Merlin's hand away, where it fell back on the bed.
Merlin frowned, and possibly felt a small spike of fear at the action, especially as it became harder and harder to focus on him. "Ser'sly, Ed, help me up!"
"...no," Eddie said.
Merlin was suddenly very, very afraid, and he tried desperately to breathe his way to calm, but he couldn't and, abruptly, 'fear' became 'terror'.
Eddie knelt down on the low bed, crawling over him. Merlin tried to move away, but Eddie was on top of him, on all fours.
"Geroffme," Merlin mumbled, trying to breathe more, but he couldn't. He just couldn't - couldn't breathe.
"Nuh-uh, I don't think so," Eddie said, voice changed, no longer kind but domineering. "You're right where I want you."
Merlin lifted his hands to try and push Eddie off, but he could barely get them to touch him, let alone push him.
With a deep, dark chuckle, Eddie took Merlin's wrists in his own hands, pinning them down to the bed, level with Merlin's head, his grip excruciatingly tight.
"Wha're you do'n?" Merlin asked, scared. "Wha're you doing to me?"
"Whatever I want," Eddie said, before bending his head down and kissing him.
Merlin cried out, or tried to, but his cry was muffled by Eddie’s mouth on his, it opened his lips and suddenly Eddie's tongue was in his mouth, and-
Eddie lifted himself, smiling down creepily at Merlin.
"Please..." he begged. "Don't..."
Eddie tutted; his eyes growing dark. "You're pretty when you beg."
He pushed Merlin's bruised wrists up, sliding across the bed so he could take them in one hand.
"No!" Merlin cried out.
Eddie didn't listen.
"I sa' no!" Merlin yelled. With the music's volume outside, he knew no one else would hear him, but Eddie, Eddie could; Eddie could, and he wasn't-
"And I say yes," Eddie breathed into Merlin's ear, leaning back up to smirk down at Merlin, his head raising out of Merlin’s focus, as his hand slid across Merlin's chest and down his stomach towards-
"You...fuck'n...bastard!" Merlin cried out, before getting up enough movement to spit towards Eddie's face.
SLAP
Merlin reeled in confusion, completely disoriented, as Eddie backhanded him across the mouth with his free hand. He could feel a throbbing sting in his lip, tasted copper on his tongue, and felt something warm and wet trickling down his chin.
Eddie twisted his hand through Merlin's hair, sharply pulling his head back.
"Don't do that again-"
Merlin spit in his direction again. He was completely off the mark, but it didn't matter, as a moment later, Eddie raised his fist, and WHAM.
With a sob, Merlin's head jerked back again, this time the strike landing on his eye.
He tried to move his head back to face Eddie.
He couldn't.
Eddie released his wrists, and Merlin could feel himself trembling, but he couldn't move them more than a few jerks and a halfhearted slide.
He felt something warm and wet trickle out of his eyes, and it tasted of salt when it reached his tongue.
"Please," Merlin begged the air in front of him, as his vision seemed to start fading. "Don't, don't, don't, please, don't..."
His cries were ignored.
He jerked and tried to writhe away when he felt Eddie's hands on his crotch, but Eddie's hand was suddenly by his face again, and Eddie's hips were pressing against his. Merlin tried to jerk, move, throw him off, but...
"Mmm..." Eddie moaned, long and hard. "That feels good."
Merlin hated giving Eddie pleasure, but he kept moving, desperate, trying to get away.
His hips were free again for a moment; Eddie's hand leaving his sight, but then Merlin felt the hands on his waist, grip tight, ever more bruising.
Merlin could feel him fiddling with his button, zipper, and then, he gasped as his jeans were pulled off, and a moment later, he shivered as cold air hit him from the waist down, where he was now completely naked.
His head lolled as Eddie lifted up his torso, trying to pull off his shirt. "Let's see all of you bare for me, hm?"
Merlin shook his head slightly, managing to squirm a little and keep his arms down somewhat as Eddie tried to bring them up. When he did so, he felt tears flying off his face. When had he started crying?
This only resulted in Eddie's nails scratching him, leaving long marks, some red, and some bleeding, across his back to get the shirt off, tossing it on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
When Merlin was dropped unceremoniously, he whimpered as the blanket beneath him rubbed against the thin, bleeding scrapes. Eddie, it seemed, loved the reaction, as he pressed on Merlin's shoulders, pushing down and dragging him across the material.
Merlin cried out, barely, his lungs too troubled to manage to scream properly.
Eddie, on his knees, pushed himself up, looking down at Merlin, his eyes devouring him. He licked his lips.
Merlin gasped through the tears, breathing becoming harder and harder, vision blackening out.
"Now..." Eddie said, running his hands along the inside of Merlin's leg, up his thigh, and settling on his soft prick. "We can't have this, can we?"
Merlin frowned, and then jerked when he felt his scarred hand wrap around his cock.
"Come on, now," Eddie crooned.
And then, slowly, he started rubbing his thumb in little circles at the base of Merlin's cock.
"Harden up for me," Eddie murmured.
No... Merlin thought.
The next thing he felt was horror.
Because his cock was hardening under Eddie's ministrations.
"...ngh...no..." Merlin said, head twisting, he rest of his body beyond his control now, way beyond.
It was his body. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It was happening.
"Now, now..." Eddie said; a tsk of mock-disapproval. "Play nice."
You're not, Merlin wanted to say. But he found his mouth was now not even remotely cooperating with him.
Eddie smiled as Merlin felt himself grow completely hard, and then, he heard the foreboding sound of Eddie unzipping his own jeans.
No, please, no, this can't be real, please don't be real...
Eddie took his ankles in harsh grips, probably leaving even more bruises, and raised up Merlin's legs around him, lifting and revealing his bottom.
"...wh-yy?" Merlin pleaded.
"Because I want to, and I can," Eddie said.
And then, Merlin screamed as Eddie thrust his hard cock straight into Merlin's hole.
Screamed, except his lungs seized up, and no sound came out.
Screamed; in silence.
"Ooooh," Eddie moaned out, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, and Merlin gasped in pain, crying, at the feeling of being penetrated, so filled, so full, with no preparation at all. "You feel so good, Merlin, so tight, so tight...mmph!"
Merlin cried, body shuddering as tears streamed down the sides of his face.
With a smirk, Eddie pulled out slowly, the feeling of his cock scraping against Merlin's insides excruciating, before slamming back in with a grunt of victory.
Merlin couldn't breathe through the pain.
He could feel something warm and wet trickling down his arse through his nearly blackened vision.
But Edwin hadn’t come, yet.
Make it stop, he thought, he pleaded.
On this, his body listened.
Eddie reached for Merlin's cock again, dropping Merlin's legs, his feet landing on either side of him. He stroked Merlin, soothed his throbbing cock, rubbed, so paradoxically gentle for the way the rest of his treatment was. "Come for me, Merlin."
Merlin did, crying out, his traitorous body acting without him, feeling his come land on his stomach, just as his vision and mind finally darkened completely.
One of his last thoughts before he passed out completely was that he hadn't even wanted to come to the party.
I want to go home, he thought.
And then, nothing.
~*~
Part 2 >>
Feel free to tell me what you think of this part before you go on ahead. All comments are much appreciated.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Merlin hadn't even wanted to go to the stupid party in the first place.
Word Count: 8300
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Edwin Myrddin,
Warnings/Content: Drinking, violence, graphic non-con, drugging/forced intoxication,
Beta:
sheswatching (send her your love!)Notes: This fic was written more than a year ago at
kinkme_merlin for this prompt: Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Other, modern day AU, non-con. Merlin is dragged to a party by Arthur when all he wanted to do is have a quiet night. Somebody slips something in his drink - roofies, perhaps - and he passes out and is taken advantage of. Author to decide how Arthur reacts. "Merlin!" Arthur cried out as they jerked to a stop in front of the house - manor more like. "For the love of god, stop moping! It's just a party."
Merlin continued glaring out his window. "This is Morgana - it's never just a party!"
Arthur chuckled, and sound bouncing around inside the posh car. "Fair enough; but really, there's no reason to act like you're walking to your own execution or something. I mean, honestly..."
Merlin growled, when whined. "I don't want to go!"
"Merlin-"
"A quiet night, Arthur, I had it all planned out!"
"More like boring night, really."
He wanted a quiet night in for once. He had gotten the new season of Burn Notice and some ice cream and a big bag of crisps - an entire feast of junk food - and had dug up his blanket and everything to stay at home and watch it.
Then Arthur had come in and announced that they were going to Morgana's party, and promptly ignored all of Merlin's protests.
Arthur sighed.
"Okay, tomorrow night, I'll switch off my work phone and pager and everything and keep signed off my e-mail on my laptop. We'll stay at home and have your 'stupid American series' marathon, okay?"
Merlin pouted. "Burn Notice isn't stupid."
"...I'll bring more junk food, and some take-away Thai. Okay?" Arthur asked, giving Merlin his own slight pout and his most earnest of looks. "Promise, we'll have our night in - just come to this party tonight, okay?"
Merlin sighed. "Fine."
Arthur grinned, reaching to curl his hand around Merlin's neck and pull him in for a slow, deep kiss.
"Now, come on," Arthur said. "Morgana's hired strippers and we don't want to miss them, now do we?"
Merlin rolled his eyes, sighing as he got out.
This was going to be a long night, he knew it.
~*~
A few hours later, Merlin wanted to go home.
The party had been all right, at first. The bouncers, recognizing them, had let them in without trouble. One of them even gave Merlin a half-hug hello. Inside, the drinks and food were already flowing, and within half an hour, the strippers had arrived, an assortment of men and women of all body types to fit everyone's interests. Merlin had been with Arthur, Gwen, and Morgana for most of the time, along with several other friends, and had even danced a few times.
But then, Arthur went off with his mates, Morgana and Gwen to the strippers, and Merlin...was left huddling in a corner nursing a drink.
It wasn't that late at all. Most people were still fairly sober, and Merlin certainly felt like a glum alcoholic as he nursed his…he had no idea what number drink he was on, which probably was his answer right there.
He turned away to look for Arthur. He was dancing his heart away with Lance on the floor. Merlin sighed, and turned back to where his drink was.
And he yelped in surprise to see he wasn't alone.
"Sorry, sorry!" the guy said, hands raised, placating. "You looked as bored as I felt, so I sat here."
Merlin smiled. One side of the man's face was scarred, looking like bad burns, but otherwise, he was fairly good looking, and the smile on his face seemed to negate the scars.
"Hi, I'm Merlin," Merlin said, holding out his hand.
"Eddie," the guy said, shaking it. "So, what're you doing here, looking that bored?"
"Dragged here by my boyfriend," Merlin said, rolling his eyes slightly.
"Ah," Eddie said. "I was a stereo tech, and the hostess invited me to stay for the party after I set everything up."
Merlin laughed. Maybe he could have a nice time, after all.
"What on earth are you drinking?" Eddie asked, indicating Merlin's drink, some atrociously bright cocktail of some kind. Though, funny, he could’ve sworn he only had a few sips left, rather than a third of the glass...
...he was really drunk. This early in the party, too...
"I'm not actually sure," Merlin said. "I've sort of just been drinking whatever everyone's been handing me."
Eddie laughed, raising his own bottle of beer. "Well, here's to being bored as fuck at the most un-boring party imaginable."
Merlin grinned, bringing up his glass to clink with the bottle. "I'll drink to that."
Tipping his head back and draining the glass, he did.
When he smacked his lips and set the glass back down and looked up, Eddie was grinning triumphantly.
He vaguely wondered why.
They chatted, Merlin feeling progressively drunker by the minute, even though he wasn't drinking anything else beyond a shot of strong vodka one of the caterers brought by. The music seemed to be getting more distant, yet also louder, as everything was starting to get blurred in his eyes and ears.
After a while, Eddie curled his fingers around Merlin's wrist. "I think you may have had a little too much - let's find some place quieter until you're better, hmm?"
Giggling, Merlin nodded, getting up with Eddie’s help. "The p'rfect gentleman, you're..."
Eddie leered down in a way Merlin was pretty sure would make movie perverts proud. He ought to tell Eddie that, but right then, he said, "Sure - why not?"
They found an empty bedroom - it wasn't late enough in the night that this was actually difficult - and Merlin stumbled into the room. The door closed behind them, muffling the loud, thumping music from the outside.
"I feel dizzy..." he mumbled, trying to concentrate on his destination. Bed.
"Sit down..." Eddie said, taking a hold of Merlin's shoulders and sitting him on the bed. Except that as soon as Eddie let go, Merlin fell back on the bed.
He laughed. "I'm no' norm'ly this much of a lightweigh'..."
Eddie nodded, standing over him a bit, towering.
Merlin tried to push himself up to better meet Eddie's level, but his arms wouldn't listen. He kept struggling for a bit, but his muscles wouldn't cooperate.
"Hel'me up? Can't move," Merlin murmured. He raised his hand up in Eddie's general direction.
Eddie smirked and swatted Merlin's hand away, where it fell back on the bed.
Merlin frowned, and possibly felt a small spike of fear at the action, especially as it became harder and harder to focus on him. "Ser'sly, Ed, help me up!"
"...no," Eddie said.
Merlin was suddenly very, very afraid, and he tried desperately to breathe his way to calm, but he couldn't and, abruptly, 'fear' became 'terror'.
Eddie knelt down on the low bed, crawling over him. Merlin tried to move away, but Eddie was on top of him, on all fours.
"Geroffme," Merlin mumbled, trying to breathe more, but he couldn't. He just couldn't - couldn't breathe.
"Nuh-uh, I don't think so," Eddie said, voice changed, no longer kind but domineering. "You're right where I want you."
Merlin lifted his hands to try and push Eddie off, but he could barely get them to touch him, let alone push him.
With a deep, dark chuckle, Eddie took Merlin's wrists in his own hands, pinning them down to the bed, level with Merlin's head, his grip excruciatingly tight.
"Wha're you do'n?" Merlin asked, scared. "Wha're you doing to me?"
"Whatever I want," Eddie said, before bending his head down and kissing him.
Merlin cried out, or tried to, but his cry was muffled by Eddie’s mouth on his, it opened his lips and suddenly Eddie's tongue was in his mouth, and-
Eddie lifted himself, smiling down creepily at Merlin.
"Please..." he begged. "Don't..."
Eddie tutted; his eyes growing dark. "You're pretty when you beg."
He pushed Merlin's bruised wrists up, sliding across the bed so he could take them in one hand.
"No!" Merlin cried out.
Eddie didn't listen.
"I sa' no!" Merlin yelled. With the music's volume outside, he knew no one else would hear him, but Eddie, Eddie could; Eddie could, and he wasn't-
"And I say yes," Eddie breathed into Merlin's ear, leaning back up to smirk down at Merlin, his head raising out of Merlin’s focus, as his hand slid across Merlin's chest and down his stomach towards-
"You...fuck'n...bastard!" Merlin cried out, before getting up enough movement to spit towards Eddie's face.
SLAP
Merlin reeled in confusion, completely disoriented, as Eddie backhanded him across the mouth with his free hand. He could feel a throbbing sting in his lip, tasted copper on his tongue, and felt something warm and wet trickling down his chin.
Eddie twisted his hand through Merlin's hair, sharply pulling his head back.
"Don't do that again-"
Merlin spit in his direction again. He was completely off the mark, but it didn't matter, as a moment later, Eddie raised his fist, and WHAM.
With a sob, Merlin's head jerked back again, this time the strike landing on his eye.
He tried to move his head back to face Eddie.
He couldn't.
Eddie released his wrists, and Merlin could feel himself trembling, but he couldn't move them more than a few jerks and a halfhearted slide.
He felt something warm and wet trickle out of his eyes, and it tasted of salt when it reached his tongue.
"Please," Merlin begged the air in front of him, as his vision seemed to start fading. "Don't, don't, don't, please, don't..."
His cries were ignored.
He jerked and tried to writhe away when he felt Eddie's hands on his crotch, but Eddie's hand was suddenly by his face again, and Eddie's hips were pressing against his. Merlin tried to jerk, move, throw him off, but...
"Mmm..." Eddie moaned, long and hard. "That feels good."
Merlin hated giving Eddie pleasure, but he kept moving, desperate, trying to get away.
His hips were free again for a moment; Eddie's hand leaving his sight, but then Merlin felt the hands on his waist, grip tight, ever more bruising.
Merlin could feel him fiddling with his button, zipper, and then, he gasped as his jeans were pulled off, and a moment later, he shivered as cold air hit him from the waist down, where he was now completely naked.
His head lolled as Eddie lifted up his torso, trying to pull off his shirt. "Let's see all of you bare for me, hm?"
Merlin shook his head slightly, managing to squirm a little and keep his arms down somewhat as Eddie tried to bring them up. When he did so, he felt tears flying off his face. When had he started crying?
This only resulted in Eddie's nails scratching him, leaving long marks, some red, and some bleeding, across his back to get the shirt off, tossing it on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
When Merlin was dropped unceremoniously, he whimpered as the blanket beneath him rubbed against the thin, bleeding scrapes. Eddie, it seemed, loved the reaction, as he pressed on Merlin's shoulders, pushing down and dragging him across the material.
Merlin cried out, barely, his lungs too troubled to manage to scream properly.
Eddie, on his knees, pushed himself up, looking down at Merlin, his eyes devouring him. He licked his lips.
Merlin gasped through the tears, breathing becoming harder and harder, vision blackening out.
"Now..." Eddie said, running his hands along the inside of Merlin's leg, up his thigh, and settling on his soft prick. "We can't have this, can we?"
Merlin frowned, and then jerked when he felt his scarred hand wrap around his cock.
"Come on, now," Eddie crooned.
And then, slowly, he started rubbing his thumb in little circles at the base of Merlin's cock.
"Harden up for me," Eddie murmured.
No... Merlin thought.
The next thing he felt was horror.
Because his cock was hardening under Eddie's ministrations.
"...ngh...no..." Merlin said, head twisting, he rest of his body beyond his control now, way beyond.
It was his body. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It was happening.
"Now, now..." Eddie said; a tsk of mock-disapproval. "Play nice."
You're not, Merlin wanted to say. But he found his mouth was now not even remotely cooperating with him.
Eddie smiled as Merlin felt himself grow completely hard, and then, he heard the foreboding sound of Eddie unzipping his own jeans.
No, please, no, this can't be real, please don't be real...
Eddie took his ankles in harsh grips, probably leaving even more bruises, and raised up Merlin's legs around him, lifting and revealing his bottom.
"...wh-yy?" Merlin pleaded.
"Because I want to, and I can," Eddie said.
And then, Merlin screamed as Eddie thrust his hard cock straight into Merlin's hole.
Screamed, except his lungs seized up, and no sound came out.
Screamed; in silence.
"Ooooh," Eddie moaned out, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, and Merlin gasped in pain, crying, at the feeling of being penetrated, so filled, so full, with no preparation at all. "You feel so good, Merlin, so tight, so tight...mmph!"
Merlin cried, body shuddering as tears streamed down the sides of his face.
With a smirk, Eddie pulled out slowly, the feeling of his cock scraping against Merlin's insides excruciating, before slamming back in with a grunt of victory.
Merlin couldn't breathe through the pain.
He could feel something warm and wet trickling down his arse through his nearly blackened vision.
But Edwin hadn’t come, yet.
Make it stop, he thought, he pleaded.
On this, his body listened.
Eddie reached for Merlin's cock again, dropping Merlin's legs, his feet landing on either side of him. He stroked Merlin, soothed his throbbing cock, rubbed, so paradoxically gentle for the way the rest of his treatment was. "Come for me, Merlin."
Merlin did, crying out, his traitorous body acting without him, feeling his come land on his stomach, just as his vision and mind finally darkened completely.
One of his last thoughts before he passed out completely was that he hadn't even wanted to come to the party.
I want to go home, he thought.
And then, nothing.
~*~
Part 2 >>
Feel free to tell me what you think of this part before you go on ahead. All comments are much appreciated.
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I shall tuck this away for later. Then I will read it and I will take my sweet time. Oh yes. (Plus your last fic, which I still have tucked away and almost forgot about. GAH!) I'm so behind on my reading, both of my main fandoms are churning out fic like WOAH!
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Whenever you are able to read it, I hope you enjoy it! :D
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