AN: Hey I am so sorry for the delay in updates, some RL stuff going on but is hopefully all sorted now and updates should become more regular. Anyway this chapter contains graphic male/male slash so if you want to skip it feel free.

PS... I don't own Merlin, sadly

Destiny Takes A Turn

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He had so far managed to escape Gaius' wrath, making a quick escape and leaving the old man to tend Arthur saying he still had chores to complete, it's not like Gaius could call him out on it infront of Arthur anyway, and so he spent the rest of the day resolutely hiding from everyone in Kilgharrh's old prison. Only emerging once he figured the sun had gone down.

He drew in a breath wondering who exactly would be the easiest to deal with, where to start in fixing what he had done. He couldn't face Arthur until he had spoken to Gaius, needing to know before hand what excuse the old man had cooked up this time, and well he really didn't fancy facing Gaius' wrath just yet... which only left Mordred.

He wasn't sure he was ready to face the druid either but of all the alternatives this one at least seemed the easiest.

Though every step he took, closer to his destination, was heavier than the last, until he was having to force himself to keep moving and not just turn and flee in the hopes of avoiding the conversation he would soon be facing. He could already feel a prickling at the corners of his eyes, his heart feeling heavy and his body sluggish until he stood before the door he had been dreading and he took in a shaky breath before lifting his hand to knock.

Before his hand landed on the wood though he could hear muffled voices from within, he pressed his ear to the door wondering who was else was there. On hearing Gwaine's lilting voice he inwardly grinned and let his fist connect with the door, giving a sharp knock.

"Come in." He heard Mordred's voice call, bringing a fresh wave of nervous butterflies to his stomach.

He eased the door open, peering around it and seeing Mordred and Gwaine both sat before the hearth with goblets in hand and wondering if this would count in his favour or if Mordred being drunk would only make matters worse.

He forced a smile onto his face as he stepped into the room.

"Merlin my friend, tell Mordred why he should join us all at the tavern." Gwaine called jovially, he flicked his gaze to Mordred but the druid was not looking at him, his eyes caught on the flames in the hearth, expression unreadable.

He swallowed heavily and tried for a matching jovial tone. "I would never tell anyone accompanying you to the tavern is a good idea Gwaine, everytime I have ended up carrying you home."

"You wound me, Merlin." Gwaine exclaims in a mock hurt tone, his hand going up to his heat, but eyes still shining with mirth. "Besides, Mordred has to come, there's this sweet little maid who's perfect for him."

His fists clenched, 'sweet little maid', 'perfect for him', his magic was rising and he didn't need a mirror to know his eyes were flickering with gold. Mordred must have felt the magic in the air because he suddenly turned to face him, his eyes widening as they took in Merlin's own.

"I already told you that I can't Gwaine, I promised to help Merlin with something." Mordred's eyes never left his own and at the druids words he felt his magic retreating within him.

Gwaine looked between the two for a moment, their eyes still locked together, Merlin's fists still clenched tight, and made a soft 'oh' of understanding before taking his leave, completely ignored by the two men lost in their intense staring match.

As soon as the door shut behind Gwaine, Merlin let the tension bleed from him and took a cautious step further into the room, clearing his throat he tore his eyes away from Mordred's gaze.

"Um, you told me to come..." He trailed off uncomfortably, making no further move and still avoiding the young druids eyes.

"You attacked Arthur with magic!" Mordred hissed quietly, "What were you thinking? You could have been caught!"

"I wouldn't say attacked!" He tried to scoff, though he wasn't fooling anyone least of all himself, "I just- I lost control... of my magic and... I'm sorry, you're right, it was extremely careless of me. I didn't mean to."

"Why?" Mordred asked quietly, his tone much softer now

"What?"

"You attacked the king, Merlin. Why?... It was... Was it because of me?"

Merlin nodded, swallowing heavily, with his eyes closed. It was really not something he wished to admit but it was pointless lying to Mordred especially when the druid could see right through him.

He felt a warm puff of breath on his face and the gentle touch of fingers and opening his eyes he found Mordred standing right before him, one hand cupping Merlin's cheek.

"No-one has ever done anything like that for me before... you knew I was in no danger and still you acted to protect me..."

"It was-" His response was cut off by the soft press of lips against his own and his magic danced beneath his skin, bubbling up happily as he kissed back, loosing himself in the heat of the body pressed so close to his own.

He shifted his hands to grip Mordred's hips, pulling them flush together, his arousal growing as he felt the druids erection pressing up against him.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss, looking into Mordred's darkened eyes, enjoying the slightly glazed look on the others face. He thrust his hips puposefully, his own eyes darkening at the moan that was elicited.

He leaned forward, recapturing the druids lips with his own, even as a part of him was screaming that this was wrong, that this young man was destined to kill Arthur, he promptly silenced it though as he licked into Mordred's mouth, a shiver running down his spine as the younger man opened up to him.

He started walking Mordred backwards, towards the bed, his lips and hands never once breaking contact as they stumbled their way towards the large inviting bed, tumbling onto it in a tangle of limbs, hands still locked on each other, lips pressed together as they gasped in each other's air.

Merlin pulled back, looking down at the druid beneath him, taking in Mordred's glassy eyes dark with want. He leant in again pressing his lips softly to Mordred's throat, enjoying the way the younger man arched up into him, turning his head to seek more of Merlin's lips.

He kissed and nibbled at the pale throat, his hand bunching up the material of Mordred's tunic, pushing it up as far as he could, sitting back on his heels to pull it the rest of the way off. His hands stroking along the newly exposed skin, fingertips circling around dusky nipples before he bent his lips to one, sucking the small peak into his mouth and worrying it gently with his teeth. Reveling in the moans escaping from Mordred's throat.

Merlin continued kissing and nipping his way down Mordred's chest, the druid panting and writhing under the attention, his hips stuttering helplessly as he sought some kind of friction for his aroused cock.

He pulled back once more, his hands dropping to the laces of Mordred's breeches and undoing them with deft fingers, he pulled the rough material down and finally his gaze rested on his prize. Mordred's cock was hard and already there was a bead of precum glistening at the head, Merlin leaned down and tentatively licked at it, the liquid a slightly bitter taste in his mouth, but it wasn't necessarily bad. He licked over the head again, his tongue dipping into the slit before swirling over it once more.

Mordred gasped at the feel of the wet tongue, his hands moving of their own accord to Merlin's head, burying his fingers into the thick dark locks, and it took all the willpower the druid possessed not to just ram Merlin's head onto his dick, force him into taking in more of his swollen length.

Merlin ran his tongue from the base of Mordred's cock to the tip, coating it in a glistening sheen of saliva, then wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, humming a little until Mordred's hips jerked up forcefully and the next thing he knew he was spluttering out saliva and precum and trying hard not to gag, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Shit, s-sorry, sorry." Mordred mumbled and when Merlin looked at him he could see the faint sparkle of amusement shining in the druids eyes and attempted to glare at the younger man, though Mordred's brief burst of laughter just proved how effective that was.

"If you want me to carry on you're going about it the wrong way." Merlin huffed, mock indignant, "At least try not to choke me again."

Mordred just laughed a little more at that and well Merlin thought the only fair revenge was to swallow as much of Mordred's cock as he could in one go, smirking in triumph at the bitten off laughter that was replaced with a low groan.

He wrapped one hand around the length he couldn't fit in and pulled his head back, hollowing his cheeks and pausing again at the head to lick and suck at it. He may be the most powerful magic user to walk the land but if he was honest he had never felt more powerful than he did now, with Mordred groaning and writhing beneath his ministrations, it was an entirely heady feeling.

He brought his free hand up to fondle Mordred's sac, his balls were drawn up tight, and he slipped a finger behind them, stroking the soft skin there before moving further back to circle gently around the tightly furled hole.

Merlin slipped just the tip of his finger inside and Mordred had to repress a shudder at the jolt of pleasure he felt, though it was to dry and completely alien, it was a little strange feeling something in there but it was not unpleasant and he relaxed against the intruder, unable to repress the next shudder as Merlin's slim finger slipped in further.

Merlin worked his finger back out, it was too dry to do much and his eyes glowed gold, a small vial of ointment appearing in his waiting hand. He pulled away from Mordred, his lips tingling slightly and jaw aching. Looking down at the druid he raised the vial with a quirk of his eyebrow, seeking permission.

Mordred was a little dazed by now, completely taken over by lust and slightly overwhelmed by all the new sensations but he nodded his head anyway, right now he would probably be willing to do anything Emrys asked of him.

Merlin pulled the top off with a small pop, and quickly slicked his fingers. He returned his mouth to the heated flesh of Mordred's cock and once more trialed his finger back to the pucker and slipping one slim digit in.

Mordred writhed, chasing both sensations, his hips stuttering in shallow thrusts. He could feel the moisture as it dribbled from Merlin's lips, feel the vibrations as each hum left his lips, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his cock, so high on pleasure he didn't even feel the second finger penetrating him until Merlin scissored them apart, stretching the walls of his anus and he jolted unintentionally when he felt a jolt of pure pleasure course through him. He didn't even have a chance to shoot a warning before his orgasm overtook him, shooting strings of cum down his throat.

Merlin pulled back once again, his fingers pulling free roughly from Mordred's clenching hole, gagging slightly and spluttering, the bitter fluid running from the corners of his lips and tears escaping from his eyes.

He looked down at Mordred and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped as he took in the sight of the flushed druid, his body trembling in the after shocks and cock twitching still, his eyes were closed and oddly enough he looked more innocent like this which Merlin hadn't really thought was possible in such a situation.

He cracked open hazy eyes, still relishing in his post orgasmic glow and his eyes met those of Emrys, who was observing him with amusement and mischief in his eyes. It was a good look on the older man, he looked carefree, no longer weighed down by destiny or the burdens of living in Camelot. He lifted a hand to the older man, smiling sleepily as their fingers interlocked, and he pulled Merlin down to him, pressing their lips together in a slow deep kiss, tasting himself on Merlin's tongue.

When Merlin pulled back, a large smile spread across his face, he stroked Mordred's lips with his fingertips, exhaling heavily as the druid flicked out his tongue to lathe at them, and Merlin's forgotten erection made its presence known once more. His hands moved to his own laces, unfastening them with a pull and finally released his straining length, his hands wrapping around the soft flesh, his fingers fluttered up his length, his thumb running gently across the tip, gathering the moisture there and running it down his length, and again, he tightened his grip...

And felt Mordred's hand close around his wrist stopping him. He brought his eyes up from where they were locked on Mordred's exposed chest, blue eyes meeting blue.

"What you were... I want... What you wanted, I want that." Mordred's eyes were clear, full of trust, and though he was clearly a little embarrassed his gaze never left Merlin's, until the older man nodded just once, his hand dropping away from his cock.

"Are you sure?" Merlin asked, even though he wanted nothing more than to bury himself as deep as he could in the young druid, he was pretty sure that this was new for the both of them and he wanted to make sure that Mordred wanted it too, really wanted it.

Merlin's finger was circling his hole relentlessly, the muscles clamping down and twitching at a phantom feeling, his hole welcoming Emrys' touch, despite that he had just reached his completion. He felt almost as though he was missing a vital part of himself and it was only Emrys himself that could make him complete.

He once again slicked his fingers, he pressed one inside, testing the give and meeting no resistance. He was quick to add a second, pushing in, crooking and twisting his fingers. Mordred was again writhing beneath him and despite his earlier orgasm, his cock had started to fill again.

When he had three fingers buried to the knuckles and Mordred was moaning and thrusting back against his hand, he pulled his fingers free, grasping blindly for the oil, he quickly coated his own erection.

He grasped Mordred's thighs, pressing them back towards the druids chest, exposing his glistening hole.

"Keep your legs there." He commanded, smiling when Mordred's hands automatically replaced his, loving the view of the druid keeping himself open and exposed for him, his flushed cheeks and sweaty hair.

He pressed the tip of his cock to the loosened hole, pushing forward gently as he leaned his body down, connecting his lips to Mordred's. By the time his hips were flush with the druids arse they were merely sharing air as they both panted, taking a moment to get used to the feeling.

His arms shook slightly as he lifted himself up, his hands going back to Mordred's thighs, and his eyes locked onto where they were joined, he pulled out slightly, feeling Mordred clench a little around him, as though he couldn't bear to part even that little bit. It was a thought that brought further heat to his stomach and he pushed back in with a snap of his hips, watching in awe as the tight hole swallowed his length.

He loved all the small sounds he was pulling from the druid, his hands tightening around his thighs and his hips working faster, his thrusts becoming shorter, shallower as he edged closer to bliss.

His balls were drawn up tight, his muscles tensed as he continued to thrust erratically and he let one hand drop to wrap around the druids neglected length, tugging on it hard and fast. As he felt the cock in his hand start to pulsate he also felt the spasms of the tight heat clenched around him, pulling his own orgasm from him with a startled gasp.

They collapsed together on the large bed, both tired and sweaty, and before either of them knew it, they had drifted into a contented sleep.