He&#x27;s a bloody demon

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You live in the back of my throat. Folded up there. A memento. Your scent. Your memory. Muted and momentary. Heavy. The smell of sleep. Reminiscent. Bittersweet. Once I laid my head on you. Inhaled to match your rhythm. As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly. You live in my cavities. Empty spaces of my body. Your voice. Your memory. Planted deep. A pit inside

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#this is super sucky #c:merlin

Merlin watched the boy sleep for a short time, smiling softly to himself. He got up, puttering around the room and picking up random assortments of things that he would bring along on his journey… the journey that he was still not sure he was going to be going on. He had said he would accompany Peter in order to calm him down, and to assure him of his love, but now second thoughts were creeping up on him. There was something he was suppose to do with Camelot, so much that he didn’t remember and wasn’t sure he was going to ever remember. He had a destiny, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach, and his destiny wasn’t Peter.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he put some tunics and trousers into his bag. He didn’t know much about Neverland, and he wished he knew what he was doing and why this was happening to him. He shrugged, turning back to the bed and sliding under the covers once more, stroking Peter’s face. He looked so young in his sleep, so stunningly beautiful that Merlin couldn’t help but stare. There was something magical and raw about Peter that Merlin couldn’t place, and yet at the same time, he looked like he had lived a million years, been to hell and back. Merlin closed his eyes, running a hand up and down Peter’s side until Merlin himself fell asleep.

When he awoke next, Peter was on top of him, and he was frightened for a moment that Peter would attack him again. Instead, the boy was shaking, afraid. Merlin held the boy’s hips as he shuddered over him, fingers tracing patterns over his skin. “Hey, hey now,” he whispered gently, kissing the side of Peter’s face, “I’m here. I’m with you. I won’t leave you, I promise.” Merlin touched his hair, reaching up and kissing Peter, “It’s okay. It’s alright.”

Peter smiled into the kisses Merlin bestowed upon him, soft brushes of his lips that held so much in them that it almost had him crying again. His body was still shaking as he leaned to press his lips to Merlin's in a closed-mouth kisses, only parting them to lick curiously at the plumpness of Merlin's bottom lip. He didn't want to force him or scare him. If he needed to regain Merlin's trust, he needed to be slow and gentle, not angry and harsh like he had been earlier. Sliding down, he licked a trail down Merlin's neck, kissing and nibbling at his chest, sucking bruises onto his collar bones. He sucked a pert pink nipple into his mouth, biting down on it, and rolling the small bud with his tongue, trying to see what Merlin liked best. This was for Merlin. To make Merlin feel good, and Peter would make sure he became the best at doing just that. He released his mouth from the now swollen and reddened nipple to continue his path downwards, dipping his tongue into Merlin's belly button, curious and teasing, avoiding the area just below, one hand holding down Merlin's hip, the other tugging softly on the coarse pubic hair that crowned the man's penis."Merlin? Is this alright?"

Merlin pushed Peter onto the bed, grabbing the blanket and cringing. There was quite a bit of… erm… cum all over it. Peter was curled in on himself on the mattress, so Merlin threw the blanket to the side, grabbing a fresh one from where Gauis’ kept the linen. He wrapped it around Peter, and was shocked to hear Peter beginning to talk. “Okay, Peter,” he whispered, sliding into the bed beside him, “okay. Whatever you want.” He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair, trying to soothe the boy as he spoke. “I’ll go with you. Wherever you like,” he laughed, feeling suddenly light and happy at the thought of Neverland and eternal youth. “Maybe this is the reason my memory was wiped, so I won’t be sad when we leave,” Merlin grinned, pulling Peter against him under the covers of the bed. “I’m Merlin,” he shifted closer to the boy, wrapping a leg over his hips and muttering in his ear, “and I’ll go any place you want me to.”

I'll go any place you want me to. That was the last thing the young trickster heard before he succumbed to sleep, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft contented hum, pressing his face into Merlin's chest, his ear just above the man's heart. The steady rhythm lulled him to sleep, and with Merlin's arms wound tight around him, he felt as though nothing could get him, not even the darkness that dwelled within the recesses of his mind. His dreams were a golden haze of kisses and soft touches and bruising bites, of whispered indulgements and promises meant to be broken. Then it turned red and black and he couldn't find Merlin not with his fingers or his eyes, and he was alone, and his boys lay dead at his feet. Neverland was dead, the trees falling over, the once lush greenery nothing but a distant memory as he stood in a clearing of ash. Merlin had lied, he'd left Peter alone, he'd let him die. Peter let out a startled gasp, waking in an unfamiliar room, sweat pooling in the small of his back as he tried to shake away the delirium. Passing a hand over his eyes in an attempt to wipe the sleep away, he was frightened to find his cheeks wet with tears. The early morning sun filled the room with a soft grey light, and it all came back to him. The bath, Merlin making love to him, the fight, his confession. He turned to the warm body beside him, crawling on top to bury his face in the neck, fingers coming to hold tight to the man's shoulders as he shook with fear. Merlin had promised. He'd said so. I'll go any place you want me to, he had said, he said he loved. "I love you." He murmured into the skin of Merlin's neck, "Please, don't leave me."

Merlin scoffed, shaking his head and standing up, picking up a shirt and trousers and sliding them on. “That’s hard to believe,” Merlin snapped, turning to Peter. “What do you want from me? Why the hell do you need me?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He saw the way that Peter was curling in on himself, and the way his body was shaking, and Merlin let out a sigh. “Gods, get out of those clothes, Peter,” he mumbled, walking up behind the boy and running his hands up and under the back of his shirt, pulling it off of him. “I don’t know who you are or what you want from me, but I promised you I would love you and take care of you, so come on.” He grasped Peter’s hip, brushing a kiss against his temple before steering him towards the bed. “Come on, let’s sleep. Come back to bed.”

Peter let Merlin man-handle him. Keeping his eyes shut, pretending that maybe he wasn't actually here, or he was, and he was asleep beside Merlin in bed and all of this that just transpired between them was a dream. His body moved with the way Merlin pushed and pulled, and he soon found himself curled up on the small mattress, chin ducked down to his chest. "My boys, they need me, the island is dying, I'm dying, no more magic, no more innocence, no more belief, no one believes in me, in them, in there..." The words were muffled by the blankets pulled up around him, but he had to tell Merlin, he had to know. "You, you're pure and kind and you believe, and you and your magic can save Neverland." And me. He left that out though, thinking that might alter Merlin's decision into an automatic no. He didn't deserve this, not after what he had done, and going against one of his own rules, he apologized. "I'm sorry." But you said no. You said you couldn't. You don't love me. Not truly. "I'm Peter." That's who he was. That was all he was. He didn't know what to say, and he was tired, tired of crying and being awake and trying so hard. So he let himself relax into the soft blankets of Merlin's bed, let himself sink into the safety and comfort of Merlin's scent and warmth. "I'm in love with you."

Merlin breathed in deeply as Peter got off of him, his hands flying to his neck. He heaved in air, scrambling up the bed so he was pressed flat up against the wall. There were black spots at the corners of his vision, and he had to hang his head to keep himself from passing out. What had just happened? Had he just bedded and possibly fallen in love with an insane boy from the woods? No, it wasn’t possible. Peter had been sincere and fiercely certain just a moment ago about… Neverland, was it? Perhaps… it rang a bell, that word. He had maybe read it in one of Gauis’ books… the land of eternal youth and beauty.

The land that Peter Pan was from.

Merlin looked across the room at Peter, his eyes tracing over the outline of his shoulders against the evening light from the window. Beautiful was most definitely the word for what Peter was. Beautiful and deadly, and not from this world.

"No," Merlin said firmly, shaking his head. Peter had been the one who lied, not Merlin. Merlin had meant every word he had said while they had made love. "I’m not the liar. You are! What was this, then? Was this your brilliant plan to get me to go to Neverland with you? Fuck me and then trick me into leaving my home?" Merlin raked a hand through his hair, suddenly angry. "Why didn’t you just chain me up and drag me all the way there? Do you get a kick out of making people love you and then showing them none of it was real? What else have you done? How many other boys have you done this to? Were you the one who took all my memories? I bet it was easier having me stupid and clueless for your little game!"

"I don't lie." His voice came out soft, a scared note to it. He felt as though he was going to throw up, and he tried his hardest to ignore the way his heart pounded inside of his chest. He didn't lie, not to Merlin. Not once had he spoken anything other than the truth, he may have left out certain things, but not once did he twist his words into anything but honesty. "In case you forgot, you're the one that did the fucking." It was easier to brush off the words, to make it seem as though they didn't hurt him. It helped him believe that they didn't pierce right through him. Peter shut his eyes, as if that would make Merlin disappear, keep him silent. It didn't work though. He hugged himself tight, arms wrapped around his middle as he clenched the rough leather of his vest in his hands. "I would never." He would though, this he knew, but not to Merlin. He wasn't sure what happened to Merlin, but it wasn't because of him. "I just-," Peter took in a shaky breath, all his instincts warning him not to say anything, to bottle it up, to be strong. "I just wanted someone to love me."

"What are you doin-" Merlin started, but was choked off when Peter’s hand came down over his throat. He gasped, clawing at the hand that had just moments before been caressing him into a state of bliss. He bucked his hips up again, this time not in pleasure, but to try to get the body on top off of him to dislodge. "P-Peter," he managed, his hands pulling at the boy’s arm, "Y-you’re hurting me."

Merlin felt tears sting his eyes as Peter spoke of Neverland, and he had to gasp for breath, trying to process the words. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he shouted, twisting and trying to put space between him and Peter. He tried to turn his face away as Peter pressed down on top of him, the heat of his body uncomfortable all along his front. “Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Merlin spat out, shaking his head.

"I do, I do, I do love you! Get off of me, Peter!" Merlin begged, shaking and bucking. He didn’t know what was going on. This boy was not who he had said he was, and now Merlin was in danger, scared out of his mind. He closed his eyes, turning away from Peter’s tongue as it lapped at his lips.

"Good." Now he knew how Peter felt. He gave his fingers one final squeeze before dislodging his self from Merlin's being. He couldn't hurt him anymore, not with that gnawing on his heart. Not when he had let himself fall all so easily, but now he had the answer to his question. No, Merlin wouldn't catch him. He stalked around the room, pulling on his dirty clothes. He furiously blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "You lied." There was no love for him. All he had was his Lost Boys. There was no one whom wished to hold him and kiss him. All anybody had ever done was lie to him, hurt him, leave him. Now Merlin had too. But no, Neverland needed Emrys. Or he would die, the magic would leave, and the island would crumble, and his boys, he needed to keep his boys safe. Peter stood still, back straight, fists clenched at his sides, and he felt blood dribble over his fingers as his own nails cut into the palms of his hands. He stared out the window that looked out on all of Camelot, calm and golden in the evening light, a true fairy tale kingdom. He wished to go back to the bed, to curl himself around Merlin, and kiss away the pains he caused, to smooth his fingers through those dark curls, and pressed his face into the man's chest, to hear the beat of his heart, to feel the warmth of his being. He couldn't though. Merlin had said no. Merlin didn't want him. Merlin had lied. The words from only moments before tumbled through his mind, promises of love and beauty and need, and the tears were falling before he could hold them back, and he breathed in shakily, biting down on his lip to keep from letting out a sob.

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What qualms do you have against the Little Witch, anyways? Everyone seems to love her around here, besides me of course.

I have no problems.

She has hurt people though, and she deserves to suffer for her wrongs.

#c:elara

Merlin blinked, trying to clear his brain from the postcoital bliss that was fogging it. When Peter flipped them over, Merlin smiled up lazily, the weight on his hips and the feel of Peter’s hands making him feel warm all over. “Yeah, I can tell your a boy,” Merlin laughed, reaching up to cup Peter’s face fondly.

The hand that was touching Peter’s cheek slid down at the boy’s admittance that he wasn’t human. “You’re not… human…?” Merlin blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. Peter had said it with such nonchalance that Merlin suspected things like this often happened in Camelot, but Merlin couldn’t remember if he had ever felt this way about anyone before, let alone someone that wasn’t human. “That’s… well… that’s…” Merlin cleared his throat, unsure what to say. Instead he wrapped a hand around Peter’s wrist, bringing the boy’s palm up for a dry, quick kiss.

Peter’s lips descended onto his neck, and Merlin bucked up, groaning. He was sensitive all over, and Peter’s rough marking of him was a shock to his system, sobering him up like a dowsing of cold water. The lips moved to his cheek, and Merlin reached up, holding the back of Peter’s neck and pushing their lips together for a soft kiss.

"Peter…" Merlin muttered, looking up at the boy. "I-I can’t just leave. I have… I have a life here. Or at least I think I do. Where would we even going? You’re just a boy, and I’m not much more than that." He ran a hand through Peter’s hair, "I have a destiny, and I think it’s here in Camelot. I’m sorry."

Peter's heart gave a painful lurch, and it felt as though all his insides rested inside of his throat, choking him, making him unable to speak, and in his anger he wrapped a quick hand around Merlin's neck, pressing down hard enough to stop his breath. "No." That was not the answer he had been searching for, and if the innocence that Merlin seemed enchanted by before wouldn't work, he'd have to change his tactics. "You have a destiny in Neverland, your heart is the purest and the truest, and I need it to save my home. " Merlin's love for him seemed to only be there when Peter offered his body, and despite him expecting this, he still felt as though someone had reached inside of him and squeezed and squeezed. The walls grew around him once again, and he flashed Merlin an easy smile, leaning down till they were chest to chest, his lips hovering over Merlin's. "You will come with me, whether by choice or by force." It was his decision. The anger bubbled up inside of him, and he gave a bitter chuckle, licking at Merlin's mouth insistently. "You said you loved me, that I was perfect, that you wanted me, was that all a lie, Merlin? Just words you spun with your silken tongue in the heat of the moment? Are you just like everyone else? A liar?"

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