Merthur/Merlin one shot

Slave rescue

Merlin had always been a slave or that was what he could remember. He couldn't even remember where he lived. But he remembered his name. But it was harsh, and he felt himself lose more and more of himself. His expression was a constant blankness. As emotions aren't necessary and people wouldn't appreciate it. Nor talking so he stayed mute.

"This slave will do anything that you want him to do, from cleaning to pleasure you." It was said with delight and he ended up getting dragged by the chains.

It was the usual and he stared blankly in front of him. Many people were in front and starting to bet on him. Then it ended with a suitcase full of money which was a lot. Oh, he wished he would be free, but that freedom would never come.

Not with a brand mark like this. No one would see him as a person but as a slave and he was treated less than animals. But by now he gave up and tried to do whatever his master wants. Sometimes he did manage to talk but sometimes he couldn't.

It depended from master to master. His body was dragged away, and he met with two people. One was the auctioneer and a stranger. The stranger had lake blue eyes and short blond hair. The person wore something kingly and he looked like one.

"Get the chains off him." Voice smooth and something about this male made him stir yet his expression stayed emotionless.

"But sir, he is a slave." It was the auctioneer and the glare that the other received made him let out a quiet whimper. Because this person was intimidating when angered.

"Yo-You heard Mr. Pendragon." Voice shaky and it was clear that this person had been as intimidated then he was.

One of the people went near him and he shivered to feel scared of what would happen. Then the chains left, and he felt confused. Because why would his master do this?

"Come here Number 12." It was how others called him and he nodded as walking up. Then he was pushed forward. It made him lose his balance but a broad chest and arms catching him before he could land on the ground. He flinched and wanting to move out of the arms, but the male picked him up.

"From now on he won't get sold anymore and when you try, there will be some consequences." It was said low and threatening.

His body flinched again, and confusion was all that was felt like the male starting to move out of the room. What was the meaning of this? Why was this person kind to him? Someone let out a gasp which made his head turn towards the direction. Now he sees someone with brown -slightly wavy yet fluffy- short hair around two heads bigger than him.

"So-"

"Gwaine not now." It was instantly interrupted, and he was puzzled at the two males. What was he saying? The male nodded and the door got opened. His new master entered, and he was between the legs of his new master. Then he got buckled up with him and feeling arms wrap around him.

The confusion was all he could feel, and he wasn't sure how to react. So, his expression stayed like this. Body unmoved because usually when he would try to do something on his own, the punishment would come. The other male was on the driving seat and soon the car starting to drive.

"Merlin?" It was asked and he glanced up, as giving a soft, "Y-Yes, master?" Voice scratchy and he was sure that he had to talk, or he would end up punished.

There was still confusion at how this male knew his name. All the other masters never called him this.

"You don't need to call me Master, hell I would rather have you call me the silly nicknames you have given me." It was said with softness and reassurance.

But he was confused because this stranger seemed unfamiliar to him yet at the same time, he felt some familiarity. "Sh-Should I-I-I know you, master?" The words stumble and it was obvious that he hadn't talked in a while.

"I guess you don't remember me or Gwaine then, do you?" It was asked with sadness and he apologized instantly fearing that he had offended the male and ending up getting harmed.

"No need to apologize. I get it. Anyway, call me Arthur and the moron next to me Gwaine, no need to call me Sir or master." It was said with reassurance and even expression held something soft.

"Al-Alright, Ma-Arthur, and G-Gwaine." It was difficult not to say master because of him getting this drilled into. The rest of the ride was silent, and he felt comfortable. It was feeling right, and he couldn't help but feel himself fall asleep almost more than one time.

"You can rest." It was said softly, and he felt a hand go soothingly through his hair. His body relaxed even more, and he could just hope that he wouldn't be punished.