Game Over Title: Game Over Rating: hard R Word Count: ~400 words Pairings: Merlin/Arthur Warnings: Violence, Non-con Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. Prompt: This was written for a kinkme_merlin prompt here.
The bowl is delivered by a messenger. It is wrapped in the Prince's cloak and by the time the guards have delivered it to the Knight on duty the messenger is gone.
Uther holds the cloak in his hands. It is stained with blood and something else. Something...
The note in the bowl says:
Fill this bowl to find out what has happened to your son.
He fills it. He looks. What choice is there?
The glade is littered with the bodies of the dead and at first Uther thinks that Arthur is one of them. Then he sees his son, stripped naked before the druid leader, kneeling at his feet. There is no sound to accompany the image but the gestures are clear.
Arthur's red cloak is laid on the ground, there in the glade, shining gold dragon at the centre and Arthur is placed upon it on his back, held down by four men. The druids make a large circle as their leader works some spell, and when the men step back there is no longer any need for them.
Arthur fights, he yells and strains against his invisible bonds reopening a large gash on his shoulder which bleeds sluggishly into the cloak underneath him, but the circle is unmoved, some faces gleeful, some vengeful and angry.
The druid leader is a young man, even younger than his son. As he uncloaks and removes his breeches Uther wants to look away, wants desperately to look away, but he has to know.
As his son is violated on the cloak, staining the Pendragon symbol which is so carefully embroidered there in heavy gold bullion, Uther can only watch, his knuckles white against the table.
Some kind of power is drawn from the act, the bodies of both men glimmer gold as the sorcerer spills his seed into the Prince, then jerks him roughly until his own seed spurts onto his naked chest. The sorcerer chants and the golden mist forms itself into a collar around Prince Arthur's neck.
He pulls out, and the Prince cries out, his hands and feet suddenly released from their bonds. Uther can see his son's face, wild and furious and terrified as of their own accord his limbs carry him over to kneel at his master's feet.
The sorcerer's answering smile shows a satisfaction that goes clear to the bone. Uther can read his lips. "Good boy," he says.