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Title: Colin, Cols, and Mor
Rated: NC-17
Fandom: BBC's Merlin
Summary: Written for [livejournal.com profile] kinkme_merlin. For this prompt: I would love to see a D/s fic that focuses more on the taking care of the sub, rather than just kinky sex. I want to feel the love and have it be more about looking after rather than just getting off. And I'd love to see the dynamic both in and outside the bedroom.
Warning: D/s themes, light bondage, crying.


They finally did it. They killed off Hunith. The scene was obviously draining as, in true Merlin fashion, Hunith died in Merlin's arms. And it was raining. After the final "CUT!", Colin was soaked and tired and emotionally drained. He looked over towards Bradley and nodded once. The blonde simply nodded in return. The signal had been sent out and returned.

They were still Bradley and Colin, bantering and jabbing at each other all through the removal of make up and their costumes, providing the night's entertainment for everyone involved. Bradders complaining loudly at how Cols kept getting extra hot water bottles and towels. How he was still being babied by the cast and crew. It was enough to get Katie and Angel giggling and rolling their eyes. Into the van, on the road home. Temporarily home. They bid their goodnights to everyone. Still Bradders and Cols. Still two jokers on set prone to stealing Katie's bag and hiding it in a turret.

Bradders and Cols. Stars of the BBC Series Merlin. Blessed with big time roles nearly right out of drama school. Still shoving at each other like little school boys like schoolyard mates. Tony even shook his head and called out his goodnights. "Try not to wear each other out. Arthur's supposed to look bereaved tomorrow, not well shagged out." he warned with a wicked smile.

Then the door shut. Lock snicked into place. "Close your eyes." He swallowed thickly. There was a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. The voice was by his ear now. "Close your eyes, Mor." He sighed and closed his eyes, bowing his head. "That's a good boy." He was speaking. His tone was soft and sweet, comforting. "You're a very good boy, Mor. You're always a good boy for me. And because you're so good to me and for me, I'm going to take care of you tonight."

Gentle hands took the hem of his shirts and lifted them. He automatically lifted his arms and the shirts slid off his body. The hands caressed his body in broad, sweeping strokes. "Undo the button of your jeans and pull down the zipper." murmured his voice in his ear. Mor undid the button and zipper. "Very good. Push down your jeans and briefs, Mor. I want them off."

Mor's hands kept his head bowed, his eyes closed because he was a good boy and pushed the denim down and off of his body. Immediately, he placed his hands behind him. No rope bound him. He didn't need it. Mor was a good boy and didn't need ropes to help him stand still anymore. "You're my good boy, aren't you, Mor?" He nodded silently. A warm hand rested against his cheek, thumb caressing his lips so gently. "It's all right, Mor, you can speak. Tonight, you can speak. Who'll take care of you, Mor?"

The soft feel of velvet wrapped around his wrists. Shudders went through his body and he could feel himself hardening. His hands caressed his body, moving to so lovingly caress his arms and legs, as if He was sweeping away all the tension in his body.

"Who takes care of you, Mor?" came the firm and insistent voice.

"You do." Mor shivered when thumbs brushed against his nipples. "Master does." A breath was sucked in. "Master James..."

"That's right, Mor. I take care of you."

Mor sighed when he felt Master's arms come to his back and the back of his knees. And he was lifted. Master picked him up bridal style and cradled him close. Mor sighed. Strong, dependable Master. He laid his head on Master's broad chest and whimpered. Master took care of things. Mor kept his eyes closed just like Master told him to and was laid down on their bed. For a full minute, he was just laying there, in the dark with his hands bound behind him. He could hear Master busying himself with things around the room.

Then he was turned on his side and pulled so that he lay curled with his head on Master's lap. "They ask a lot of you, don't they? My poor little Mor. They've worked you so hard. Did they work you hard today?" Mor nodded, sniffling a bit. Capable, dependable fingers caressed the side of his face soothingly, gently. "It's ok. You can show me your true feelings. There's no need to hide from me. I can't take care of you if you hold it all in." Slowly, each tear trickled down his face. He didn't need to be strong. He was safe in Master's presence. Mor sniffled some more and Master coaxed him through it with gentle murmurs and soft caresses to his face and cheek, petting his hair, and kissing his temple.

Tear after tear escaped and sniffles became sobs because Mor couldn't handle his emotions. Not around Master. But Master knew what to do. He made soothing noises and kissed his temple. "You're a good boy, Mor. Very good. Always so good to me. My precious Mor." Then Master pulled him up and sat him between his legs. "Lay your head against my shoulder." Mor still had his eyes closed and tried to control his sobbing. "I'll make you feel good, I promise." Mor laid his head down on Master's strong shoulder. He felt Master's sure grip on his hardening cock and began a slow and steady pull. Mor's sobs turned to gasps.

He was Master's good boy. He knew that. He could be Colin Morgan, the actor who could slip up at any time. He could be Cols who could lose his friends if he said something wrong. Mor's breath hitched. He kept his eyes closed and his hands back even when Master began to stroke more firmly. "You're my precious Mor. Absolutely precious. My beautiful Mor. Keep your hips still." Mor cried out in frustration and focused his willpower to keep from bucking into Master's strong hand. Master's hand was stroking his hair as well, petting him, coaxing him that it was all right. Everything is all right.

"M-master!" Mor gasped.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Mor." Master commanded. His eyes opened and saw his master. His beautiful, handsome, strong, golden Master. With whom he could trust completely and not build walls and shields like Colin Morgan did or Cols did. Mor shook as he tried to hold his hips still even as a crescendo built within him. "Do you want to come, Mor? My sweet, beautiful Mor?"

Mor nodded against Master's strong neck. "Yes...yes, please, Master." he whispered. Mor was on the edge, so close to the edge. Master smelled so good, felt so warm and so safe.

Then came his soft but commanding voice again. "Buck into my hand, Mor. And only come when I say so." Mor moaned and his hips began to piston through Master's hand . "Come now." Mor felt his entire body bow when he finally peaked. His come splashed onto his chest and all over Master's hand. All the while, Master murmured sweet things in his ear. "You're a good boy, Mor. Beautiful Mor. My precious Mor. I'm going to come, darling. All over your hands and back." Mor watched Master's face as it crumpled into something akin to pain and a harsh groan escape his lips. He sighed when he felt Master's come trickle all over his hands.

Carefully, Master laid him down on his side again and a cool washcloth was soon dragged over his abs and cock. Then along his fingers and hands and a little on his back. Master slowly undid his bonds and ever so gently rubbed the circulation back into his wrists and hands. Mor and Master. Here in their bed, Mor was Master's good boy. Mor was taken cared of by Master and loved by Master. Master pulled Mor into his arms and soothingly rubbed his back so that the sobs became hiccups, then sniffles again. He held Mor close and stroked his hair, making shushing noises.

In their bed, they could be Master and Mor. When the corners of his mouth quirk up and he buried his face into that broad chest, he knew that they could also be Bradley and Colin.
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