|tetsubinatu (tetsubinatu) wrote,|
@ 2010-08-23 13:25:00
|Entry tags:||1, fic, merlin, merlin/arthur, pg, slash|
Just a Naughty Boy
Title: Just a Naughty Boy
Word Count: ~1800 words
Warnings: Arthur is 17 and has been drinking, but sexual content is mild and nothing else illegal happens.
Disclaimer: I do not own this version of Merlin, nor am I making any profit from it.
Prompt: First posted at the kink meme for the prompt: Arthur/Merlin: Merlin is one of Santa's Elves. Arthur is on the naughty list.
It's a big house. A mansion, really. Merlin wonders why a child of a house like this would have reason to be on the naughty list. Before his promotion to Section Head (Naughty) Merlin had helped place many gifts in stockings in tiny houses where the cookies laid out for Santa and his helpers looked to be hard-spared from bare pantries, but a house like this, full of everything a child could desire... how did a child of this house end up with a stocking full of coal?
Quietly he slipped down the chimney and filled the expensive cream-and-gold creation labelled 'Arthur' with black coal. He noticed that the Nice Division had already been there - another stocking marked 'Morgana' had a peppermint stick poking out of the top and a marzipan pig's snout, pink and sweetly tempting beside it.
So engrossed was he in considering the mismatched stockings that he failed to react in time to the inhabitant who came hurtling down the stairs to tackle him to the ground, slamming the breath from his body.
"Right," said his attacker, perched solidly on Merlin's hips and stretched out holding firmly onto Merlin's hands. "Unless you can tell me in ten seconds what you're doing here I'm calling the police!"
Merlin knew the protocol of course - had even used it once or twice in his years with the Nice Division. It was difficult to follow, however, when his arms were being imprisoned as the fair young man was doing now. He was just a boy, Merlin noticed. A teenager or not much beyond that.
"If you'll just let my hands go!" he gasped, but his assailant shook his head without so much as a moment's thought.
"Not a chance, who-ever-you-are! I'm calling the police now" A slightly puzzled look slid across his face and Merlin realised that in order to use his phone the young man would have to release at least one hand.
'Right hand,' he thought. 'Release my right hand'. Instead the young man moved Merlin's wrists until they were together and held them with one large hand as he felt in his pocket for his phone.
"I'm an elf," Merlin blurted. "Just let me go - I've done my job here anyway."
The young man scoffed wordlessly, but his eyes slid as if unbidden up to look at the stockings on the mantel. His breath, Merlin noticed was laden with alcoholic fumes, although his eyes were bright and sharp. His jaw dropped, though, when he saw the stockings and he sprang to his feet, dragging Merlin mercilessly with him.
"What have you done to my stocking, you tosser! What's this bloody black stuff?"
"Coal," Merlin answered meekly, realising that this must be Arthur Pendragon. Arthur's mouth gaped soundlessly as he let out a string of expletives.
"Put my stuff back at once!" He swivelled his head around as if looking for something.
"You didn't get anything!" Merlin explained. Not that he should have to - it was actually quite hard to get on the Naughty List. Even such small things as smiling at strangers and giving up your seat on the bus were credited towards your account. This Arthur must be a complete arse to make the list, with all the advantages he had - not just rich, as the house would suggest, but also handsome and athletic. Merlin felt quite bitter towards him, wasting his opportunities like that.
"Well Morgana must have been nicer than you are."
Arthur stared at him, pulling him around to stare him in the eye. "You can't speak to me like that! Do you know who I am?"
"You're a Naughty Boy." Merlin meant to say it with dignity and condemnation, but instead his voice squeaked a little and he found himself blushing.
"I'm seventeen!" Arthur said indignantly, before shaking his head and adding, "My father is Uther Pendragon!"
"Sorry then, mate," Merlin said a little more firmly. "Seventeen is your last chance at presents from Santa and you've blown it by getting onto the Naughty List."
"I'm not your mate," Arthur sneered. "And I can buy my own stuff anyway!" His forlorn look at the stocking seemed to suggest a different story, however.
"Right," Arthur said. "I'm still calling the police. You've got a crap story that no-one would believe for a minute."
Merlin looked down at his hands, still ringed by Arthur's large, strong fingers and felt just a little tingle of something that had no business intruding upon his working hours. Still less with a Naughty Boy.
"You're going to feel like an idiot when I disappear then. The police are going to smell your breath - mister seventeen-year-old and haul you in for wasting police resources," he said firmly.
Arthur sagged a little and Merlin waited for him to say that he would get his parents to deal with the police, but it didn't come. The kid did have parents, didn't he?
"Where are your parents?"
Arthur tightened his grip. "None of your business."
"They're not here?"
Arthur's adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he said belligerently, "They're upstairs, asleep. I just don't want to disturb them on Christmas Eve."
It was a transparent lie.
"Morgana?" Merlin enquired, wondering why a child would be left alone on Christmas Eve. Perhaps the parents had gone to a party. Although it was 3am, which was rather late, and clearly Arthur had had no fear of anyone noticing the alcohol on his breath until Merlin had mentioned it.
"Staying over at Gwen's house." The truth slipped out.
He was here alone.
Merlin began to feel a little more compassion for the Naughty Arthur Pendragon. "So where are your parents, really?"
Arthur seemed only now to have realised that he had completely lost control of the conversation. He let Merlin's wrists slip from his grasp. "Just rack off and don't steal anything," he said, glaring at the elf. "You look really stupid in that costume, by the way."
Merlin put his hand in his pocket, but for some unknown reason he couldn't bring himself to blow the Memory Dust into Arthur's face, removing his memories of Merlin the way he was supposed to. "I'll come back when I've finished my rounds," he said instead. He cast one look back at Arthur Pendragon, lost and alone in his own huge living room before clicking his fingers and disappearing up the chimney.
The rest of Merlin's rounds went smoothly. He only had half a mind on what he was doing the whole time, wondering why he had been so foolish with Arthur Pendragon. Now he had to go back and use the Memory Dust. He'd just been so taken aback, Merlin told himself. It had been such a shock to be caught like that.
Arthur was asleep on the couch when Merlin arrived, his golden head thrown back over the cushions and a whisky bottle slipping from his lax hands. Poor little rich boy. Merlin had never fully understood the expression before.
Gently he used elf magic to carry the young man upstairs, peeking into several rooms before he found the one which must be Arthur's. Placing his burden on the bed he looked down at the beautiful vision.
"Naughty," Arthur moaned. His eyes opened and looked glassily at Merlin's. "What's your name?"
"Merlin," Merlin admitted. He sat down, running his hands through Arthur's hair. The sun was a pink promise on the horizon outside Arthur's window. "Where are your parents, Arthur?"
"My mother died when I was born," Arthur sighed. "Dad's in Singapore."
"Not such a big celebration in Singapore." Arthur's eyes were drifting closed but he gave Merlin such an open, sweet smile that Merlin had to smile back. "Didn't know I'd been that bad, though, to get on the Naughty List."
Merlin had stopped by the office before returning to Arthur, taking a look at the ledger of Arthur's deeds. "You've been bullying other kids, Arthur, and there's practically nothing at all on the nice side of your ledger. Don't you ever smile at anybody or compliment them?"
"Didn't mean to," Arthur said vaguely, his blue eyes startling in the pale light of dawn. He pulled Merlin down close and Merlin came easily, thinking that Arthur wanted to whisper something.
"I'll be better this year," Arthur promised, and then his lips were on Merlin's, sinfully sweet and whisky-laden.
Merlin tried to pull away, but Arthur's hands pulled him closer and he arched up into Merlin's kiss. "Please," he said.
"You'll get me fired," Merlin muttered, tugging vainly. He really shouldn't. No-one would employ him if he were fired for molesting a minor child. All the major employers required a clean record - the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, Wish-upon-a-star.
"I'm old enough," Arthur said. "It's not as if I'm a virgin."
His ledger record had made that perfectly clear.
"Don't leave me alone," Arthur pleaded. He must have seen Merlin's indecision because he sat up and moved into Merlin's lap. "C'mon Merlin."
"I'll stay," Merlin conceded, "But your clothes stay on and I'm not touching you."
"Kisses?" Arthur's mouth was already rubbed red and his eyes were as blue as the sky.
"Okay," Merlin agreed. "Just for a little while."
Back at the North Pole the last of the elves would be reporting in and Santa would be feeding them hot chocolate before they headed off to bed. In the morning there would be a Boxing Day party for them all to celebrate a job well done. Merlin hoped he'd still have a job tomorrow. He lay down next to Arthur on the red silk coverlet and Arthur sank into him as if Merlin's arms were where he belonged, twining his legs with Merlin's and wrapping his arms around Merlin's neck.
Their hips rubbed together and Merlin groaned. Arthur took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Merlin's mouth and their kiss turned wet and filthy, but Arthur was tired and still drunk and gradually he slowed in Merlin's embrace until he fell asleep there, his face sweet and innocent as his breath slipped in and out to a slow pulse.
Merlin lay there as dawn turned to morning, but at last he had to gently separate himself from Arthur. He crouched beside him, watching him sleep, knowing that he really should leave, until a sudden slam of a door far below startled him. When he looked back Arthur was watching him.
"Arthur!" called a girl's voice. "Are you awake? I've brought Gwen with me!"
Merlin slipped off his gloves - new for his new job, lined with rabbit fur and still warm from his skin. He touched one finger to Arthur's lips, then slipped the gloves into his hands.
"Merry Christmas, Arthur," he said. Then he clicked his fingers.
"Merry Christmas, Merlin," said Arthur to the empty room.