Carry on my Wayward Servant Chapter 8
Title: Carry on my Wayward Servant Chapter 8/?
Rating: NC17
Warning/Spoiler: Slashy and some spoiler up to 2X4
Summary: Arthur finds a new punishment for Merlin, and a series of accidents lead them to discover they could be more than master and servant.
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own
Carry on my Wayward Servant
Chapter 8: What Dream May Come
It was a rather weird feeling to wake up in another's bed, let alone another's arms. Merlin felt the body pressed behind him, a hand and leg carelessly draped over his form as the Prince snored softly in his ear. He was still asleep, and he was still holding him. He risked opening an eye and by the soft pink hue of the room he would say that it was just before sunrise. They had fallen asleep together, but he doubted if it would do any good for them to wake up that way.
He struggled to move, trying to quietly roll out from underneath Arthur, but every time he budged, the grip around him tightened. “Sire?” He asked, trying to spin around in the grip. When he finally managed to he saw Arthur's lip stuck out in a very undignified pout, obviously still lost in oblivion. Merlin couldn't help but smile. “Arthur?” He asked this time, reaching out to rub the blond hair from his face.
Blue eyes cracked open, landing on Merlin's smiling face, and he seemed almost alarmed for a moment, body stiffening, but then he relaxed again. “Go back to sleep.” He mumbled almost incoherently, scooting closer, and burying his tired face into Merlin's arm.
“I can't. Some of us have duties to attend to.” He teased, but he had stopped trying to force his way out of the bed. It was after all very comfortable, and the way Arthur was holding him sort of made his stomach drop.
“You can attend to me later.” He mumbled again tiredly, hand coming to wrap around Merlin's waist as he placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.
Merlin laughed. “Now I know you're convinced the world revolves around you, but I do have other duties you know. For one thing Gaius will skin me alive if he finds out I didn't come home last night.” Arthur nodded against his arm, his hold going slack, and suddenly, Merlin didn't want to leave. Feeling a little brave, he leaned forward, pushing their mouths together, and moaning as Arthur immediately opened up to let him in. Soft pliable lips rubbed against his, and as their tongues touched he remembered every detail from the night before.
“We had sex.” He said, pulling away with a wondrous look on his face. Arthur was just staring in amusement.
“You're very observant Merlin. Tell me, how is it you have managed to survive all these years?” He asked sarcastically, the teasing bite drawing a frown from Merlin's lips.
“It's just...I never thought it would happen. It's strange.” He laid on his stomach, sitting up on his elbows to talk to the blond. Arthur's hair was mussed from sleep, and his cheeks were tinged pink, but he was still gorgeous. “Who would have thought I would be sleeping with the Crowned Prince of Camelot? Or a prince of any kind.” He trailed off. “Or anyone really...”
“Yes, well I've been known to take pity on the less fortunate.” He smirked at him. “From time to time.” The statement should have made him mad, but he was sure he had gone mental because it just made him want to kiss Arthur again. ...Something was very wrong.
“You're very charming, it's no wonder you have so many girls fawning at your feet.” He grinned from ear to ear, getting ready to spring out of bed as if he were a cat before he said the next words. “It's too bad they don't know you like boys. There might be a different opinion out there about you entirely.” He had to duck to avoid the pillow. Laughing as he scrambled out of the bed and lunged to pull on his pants.
He was still laughing quite hard as he pulled his shirt over his head, jumping about seven feet in the air when a loud hammering on the door broke apart his amusement. Blood drained out of Merlin's face and he scrambled for his boots, pulling them on without even bothering to lace them and turning wide eyes to Arthur who looked just as shocked.
“Who is it?” Arthur asked, voice laced with both annoyance, and what sounded like almost nervousness
“Morgana.” The voice said from the other side, her voice trembled as she said even her name. “Please let me in.”
Arthur mouthed 'Are you serious?' rolling his eyes in distaste before pulling the blankets up over his hips, trying to apparently look the least naked as possible. Merlin would have to say that it really wasn't working. The sheets were bunched up around his waist, leaving a trail of blond hair to lead down to something Merlin had become quite fond of the night before. He was pretty sure pigeons would be making their home in his mouth soon by the way it was hanging open, heat traveling to his face as his eyes wandered. He was only brought out of his trance by the loud throat clearing the prince gave.
“I know that it's hard for you to take your eyes off me Merlin, but would you mind getting the door?” His cheeks tinted red as he looked away, walking over and placing his fingertips on the handle. “Wait!” Arthur barked, and he turned back to see the blond smirking at him. “You might find it useful to make yourself a bit more presentable before opening the door to Morgana. She has been known to be rather perceptive.”
He raised an eyebrow, not knowing what Arthur was talking about, after all at least he still had his clothes. He followed Arthur's gaze, noticing how his clothes were crumbled and wrinkled, his shoes were untied, as were his pants. Quickly tying the fabric closed, he glared accusingly up at the Prince. “Well at least I'm wearing pants!”
Arthur gave a half smirk, and he spun from him, not being able to look at him anymore without wanting the bastard. He squeezed the handle, pulling it open to reveal a very sleep deprived, very frazzled looking Morgana. Oh no. “Another nightmare?” He asked, as Morgana's eyes flickered almost fearfully up at him.
“Merlin?” She asked, her eyes flickering back and forth from the both of them, an unreadable emotion crossing her face. Her eyes were wild. She seemed almost crazed as she stared up at him. “What are you doing in here?” She asked accusingly, as if it were the strangest thing in the world for him to be in Arthur's room.
“Umm...” He started, somewhat confused by the question. “I work for him.” He pointed to himself, giving the girl an uncomfortable smile. “Manservant remember?”
“I would like you to leave!” She snarled, and Merlin had never seen so much hate reflected in her eyes. This was so unlike her, normally they were friends.
“Morgana!” Arthur chided. “What's gotten into you?” Merlin stood in his place, looking to Arthur for confirmation as to what was going on, but the Prince seemed to be just as confused as he was.
She shut her eyes, obviously struggling with something as she drew in a breath. “Please just have him leave. I need to talk to you, and if you still want him in your presence afterwords than that's your own business.” Merlin couldn't help it, at the way she was speaking about him a hurt traveled up his spine.
“Milady have I done something?” He asked softly, voice slightly trembling. “If I have done something to offend you...”
“You haven't done anything Merlin!” She snapped, voice hard. But then her eyes softened, and a look of almost pity came to her face. “Please, just go so I can talk to Arthur.”
Merlin bit his lip, nodding at Morgana. “Of course Milady.” He said tensely, trying not show how hurt he was by this sudden change in character. He spun around, walking out the door without even bothering to meet Arthur's eyes. He was breathing through his nose, trying to calm down as he shut the door behind him, and trying to ignore the yelling behind the door as he headed down to his and Gaius's chambers. What in the world was wrong with Morgana?
He opened the door, shutting it behind him as he leaned against it. He tried to grasp what had drawn Morgana there at such an early hour, and what had made her look at him with such hate. “Where have you been?” Gaius asked, and Merlin cursed. He had forgotten how early of a riser the man was.
“Oh I was...” He pointed behind him. “I was just attending to Arthur. He wanted to wake up early to go hunting.” That sounded reasonable, but at the raised eyebrow he got from Gaius he backtracked and thought about what he said.
“Didn't the Prince fire you?” Oh....he had forgotten.
“Yes, he did. But he rehired me, and everything is fine now....I think.” His forehead curled. “Have you noticed anything strange about Morgana?” He asked, that harsh almost hateful look still in his mind.
“What do you mean?” Gaius asked, not commenting on the fact that he had been rehired, obviously it wasn't too much of a surprise.
“I think she had another dream. She was acting strange again, but she wouldn't tell me. She demanded I leave the room.” Gaius's eyebrows knitted together as he considered that.
“I don't think that is a good sign Merlin.” He said slowly. “Morgana sees magic, and if she seems cross towards you...” He trailed off, and Merlin's eyes widened.
“You think she saw something about me? You think she saw my magic!” Gaius's face fell, and Merlin got a sinking feeling in his gut.
“She's talking to Arthur right now!” He shut his eyes shut as he grabbed at his temples, thinking of all the consequences. “I have to go do something!” He didn't even hesitate in swinging the door back open and running back down the hall.
What could she possibly have seen!? Why had she looked at him like that? Was it just his magic, because she was magical too! No, Morgana would never judge him for something like that. So it had to be something else. His heart was pounding as he got back to the chambers. The screaming had stopped, and with it so had his breath. He reached out towards the door, drumming his knuckles across it softly.
“What do you want!” Arthur growled loudly, and Merlin laid his head against the door, fear bubbling in his stomach.
“It's me...it's ugh...it's Merlin.” He finished lamely, bracing himself to be told to go away.
“Get in here.” He barked, and with a sigh of hesitation, Merlin did as he was asked. Walking into the room and letting his eyes land on Arthur's chair where the Prince was sitting in black pants and just his suede jacket. Apparently he wasn't bothering with a shirt at the moment.
“Sire I don't know what Lady Morgana told you but I...” He started, but a hand put up from Arthur stopped him.
“Do not mention her name right now.” Arthur bit out in disgust. “She's insane. I should tell my father some of the things she said.” The breath of relief he let out he was sure could be heard throughout the room.
“What did she say?” Merlin asked, trying to sound casual as he did.
“She said...” He paused, waving towards himself. “Come here.” Arthur's eyes were still smoldering, and he somewhat hesitated before walking forward.
“You're not going to hit me, are you? Because you look a little like you're going to hit me.” He gasped in surprise when Arthur sprang up from the chair, grabbing him around the waist and crashing their lips together. Merlin opened up to him, following Arthur's lead when he pushed on his hips, allowing the Prince to pick him up and wrap his legs around his waist.
Heat ran up his spine as the blond pushed his tongue into his mouth, stumbling towards the bed. Merlin winced as they fell backwards, Arthur landing on top of him as he devoured his lips again. ...Well...obviously the Prince wasn't too upset.
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Merlin panted as he lay on his side, smiling as Arthur moved behind his sweat soaked form, placing kisses from his shoulder all the way down to his hipbone. A sheet was draped over both of them as Arthur traced patterns along his stomach. “Mmmm...We should really get dressed.”
He smiled, loving how doting Arthur was being, all the anger from earlier gone. “Yes, well we could always tell your father you were late for guard duty because you were in bed all day relentlessly shagging your servant and bringing him to reckless abandon.”
Arthur kissed his way back up, placing his lips at the sorcerer's ear. “Yes, well who said I won't grow to be a generous King?”
Merlin turned his face, kissing his lover as Arthur rolled on top of him. He wrapped his hands around the blond's neck, twining his fingers into his now sweat soaked hair. “You'll be an excellent King.” He said between kisses. “Especially if you keep doing this.” He kissed down Arthur's chin. “I'll follow you forever my lord.”
“We have to go back out for the creature.” Arthur managed, tilting his head up to encourage Merlin to kiss along his neck.
Merlin's lips stopped on his adams apple, pulling back to look up into his eyes. “You're not healed yet. Arthur please just wait a few more days.”
Arthur smirked, kissing him again. “Merlin, why are you so bothered by this thing? I've faced worse things before...you've never reacted like this.” He turned worried eyes up to the Prince, thinking of how Lancelot had gone to find answers about the curious creature who seemed to know way more about him than he would like it to.
He hesitated, knowing that this could either work or backfire completely. “Lancelot left yesterday. He went to talk to someone who might know what the snake is...he swore to me he'd be back in just a few days.”
...The statement didn't exactly have the desired affect. Arthur rolled off of him, reaching around the bed to search for his pants. “Arthur don't...I'm just worried about you.”
“Tell me Merlin, when Lancelot was staying in your room, how many times did he share your bed?” Merlin stiffened, sitting up as his face darkened.
“You know he never did, and it's not fair for you to say that.” He reached out to him, but his hand fell away before it touched his shoulder.
“He wants to bed you.” Arthur said matter of factly, not turning around to face Merlin with his outrages accusations.
“Arthur nobody wants to bed me.” He said, smiling a bit as he came up behind him, wrapping his legs around the blond's waist as he encircled his shoulders. “Except you for some outrages reason.” He kissed his ear. “It must be my amazing sense of humor.”
“You're such an idiot.” Arthur mumbled, not pushing him away.
Merlin swept his sweaty locks away from his forehead. “You're so cute when you're jealous.”
Arthur turned to him, face completely serious. “How's this for jealous...if you ever let that cretin lay a hand on you, I'll have him beheaded.” The sad part was he didn't even look like he was joking.
“You're a frightening individual.” Merlin said aghast. “You've been sort of angry all day...every since Morgana was in here.” He traced Arthur's chest, laying his chin on top of his shoulder. “You never told me what she said.”
“She said you were going to kill me.” Merlin's eyes widened, his stomach dropping out of the pit of his stomach. Morgana was a seer...Morgana was never wrong.
“I think I'm going to be sick.” Merlin groaned, shooting out of the bed, and barely making it as far as the window before the bile rose from his throat and he retched out of the window. His throat burned as he dry heaved. Head spinning as he tried to wrap it around the fact that Morgana had seen him killing Arthur.
He turned around, curling up into a ball as he pulled his bare legs up to his chin. His chest was heaving, and his stomach groaned uncomfortably. He practically ripped his hair out as all the color drained from his face.
“Merlin what in the world is wrong with you?” Arthur asked, his angry tone laced with concern. Merlin was mildly aware the prince was leaning in front of him, but he couldn't see anything except images of all the possible ways he could kill Arthur, and every time another possibility flashed he grew sicker and sicker.
“I need to go away...I need to leave Camelot.” He was rambling, not realizing he was saying all of these things out loud. Arthur shoved him against the wall, making him look up through his delirium.
“What are you talking about? You're acting insane.” His forehead creased as he pushed right back at Arthur.
“Don't touch me!” He barked. “We can't be together. I can't even stay here...I won't hurt you.”
“Merlin don't be ridiculous.” Arthur went to grab him, but Merlin scrambled away, trying to grab for his pants.
“I have to go...you don't understand.” He grabbed the rest of his clothes, trying his best to ignore Arthur's incredulous expression.
Arthur walked over, grabbing his shoulder as he attempted to put his shirt on. “Merlin what the hell is wrong with you? You don't need to go anywhere. ...I'm fairly certain you're not going to kill me. It was just a dream.” Merlin was trembling like a leaf by this time, eyes wide as Arthur pulled him closer, wrapping a hand around his waist as he cupped his cheek. “Darling...” He said softly, placing a kiss on the edge of his ear. “You're trembling.”
Every touch of Arthur's felt like a sin, just knowing that with every second they were together it could lead up to the moment Morgana saw. He needed to know what she saw...he needed to know how exactly Arthur was supposed to die by his hands. He nodded, burying his face in Arthur's neck as he inhaled the sweet scent.
“I apologize sire...I have to go help Gaius with the deliveries.” He pulled out of his arms, ignoring the still shocked look on Arthur's face. “Please don't go after the snake until Lancelot gets back.”
“As long as you don't do anything stupid Merlin, remember your promise.” Merlin nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips to Arthur's, fighting the stinging in his eyes.
“I know Sire...until I die.” He pressed his lips into a thin white line. “I have to go now...nothing stupid, I swear..” He pulled away, still feeling slightly sick as he fought off another wave of nausea. “I love you.” Was the last thing he said before walking out of the door, wanting to collapse as he made his way over to Morgana's chambers.
Arthur probably thought he was crazy. Hell, he probably was crazy, but he believed in Morgana's visions. He also believed they could be changed, but then again he wasn't exactly going to put Arthur in danger, which apparently was him. He rubbed his head, trying to wrap his minds around it. His feet had carried him all the way there, and he raised his hand to wrap against the door, only to have it swing open before he could do so.
“Merlin.” Morgana said, hiding half behind the door. Her eyes were distrusting as she took in his shattered form. “Arthur told you then.”
“Some...” He said almost breathlessly. “But I need to know everything. Please Morgana, tell me about your dream.”
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A.N- Okay so real short chapter, but big plot twist :) It all seemed very rushed, and I'm not sure what I think about it...I don't know if it flowed very well, but Arthur is such a Darling, he's adorable in this chappie, and it's Merlin who's the idiot. Please tell me what you think and I'll update the huge cliffie. Haha what do you think Morgana saw?
Rating: NC17
Warning/Spoiler: Slashy and some spoiler up to 2X4
Summary: Arthur finds a new punishment for Merlin, and a series of accidents lead them to discover they could be more than master and servant.
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own
Carry on my Wayward Servant
Chapter 8: What Dream May Come
It was a rather weird feeling to wake up in another's bed, let alone another's arms. Merlin felt the body pressed behind him, a hand and leg carelessly draped over his form as the Prince snored softly in his ear. He was still asleep, and he was still holding him. He risked opening an eye and by the soft pink hue of the room he would say that it was just before sunrise. They had fallen asleep together, but he doubted if it would do any good for them to wake up that way.
He struggled to move, trying to quietly roll out from underneath Arthur, but every time he budged, the grip around him tightened. “Sire?” He asked, trying to spin around in the grip. When he finally managed to he saw Arthur's lip stuck out in a very undignified pout, obviously still lost in oblivion. Merlin couldn't help but smile. “Arthur?” He asked this time, reaching out to rub the blond hair from his face.
Blue eyes cracked open, landing on Merlin's smiling face, and he seemed almost alarmed for a moment, body stiffening, but then he relaxed again. “Go back to sleep.” He mumbled almost incoherently, scooting closer, and burying his tired face into Merlin's arm.
“I can't. Some of us have duties to attend to.” He teased, but he had stopped trying to force his way out of the bed. It was after all very comfortable, and the way Arthur was holding him sort of made his stomach drop.
“You can attend to me later.” He mumbled again tiredly, hand coming to wrap around Merlin's waist as he placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.
Merlin laughed. “Now I know you're convinced the world revolves around you, but I do have other duties you know. For one thing Gaius will skin me alive if he finds out I didn't come home last night.” Arthur nodded against his arm, his hold going slack, and suddenly, Merlin didn't want to leave. Feeling a little brave, he leaned forward, pushing their mouths together, and moaning as Arthur immediately opened up to let him in. Soft pliable lips rubbed against his, and as their tongues touched he remembered every detail from the night before.
“We had sex.” He said, pulling away with a wondrous look on his face. Arthur was just staring in amusement.
“You're very observant Merlin. Tell me, how is it you have managed to survive all these years?” He asked sarcastically, the teasing bite drawing a frown from Merlin's lips.
“It's just...I never thought it would happen. It's strange.” He laid on his stomach, sitting up on his elbows to talk to the blond. Arthur's hair was mussed from sleep, and his cheeks were tinged pink, but he was still gorgeous. “Who would have thought I would be sleeping with the Crowned Prince of Camelot? Or a prince of any kind.” He trailed off. “Or anyone really...”
“Yes, well I've been known to take pity on the less fortunate.” He smirked at him. “From time to time.” The statement should have made him mad, but he was sure he had gone mental because it just made him want to kiss Arthur again. ...Something was very wrong.
“You're very charming, it's no wonder you have so many girls fawning at your feet.” He grinned from ear to ear, getting ready to spring out of bed as if he were a cat before he said the next words. “It's too bad they don't know you like boys. There might be a different opinion out there about you entirely.” He had to duck to avoid the pillow. Laughing as he scrambled out of the bed and lunged to pull on his pants.
He was still laughing quite hard as he pulled his shirt over his head, jumping about seven feet in the air when a loud hammering on the door broke apart his amusement. Blood drained out of Merlin's face and he scrambled for his boots, pulling them on without even bothering to lace them and turning wide eyes to Arthur who looked just as shocked.
“Who is it?” Arthur asked, voice laced with both annoyance, and what sounded like almost nervousness
“Morgana.” The voice said from the other side, her voice trembled as she said even her name. “Please let me in.”
Arthur mouthed 'Are you serious?' rolling his eyes in distaste before pulling the blankets up over his hips, trying to apparently look the least naked as possible. Merlin would have to say that it really wasn't working. The sheets were bunched up around his waist, leaving a trail of blond hair to lead down to something Merlin had become quite fond of the night before. He was pretty sure pigeons would be making their home in his mouth soon by the way it was hanging open, heat traveling to his face as his eyes wandered. He was only brought out of his trance by the loud throat clearing the prince gave.
“I know that it's hard for you to take your eyes off me Merlin, but would you mind getting the door?” His cheeks tinted red as he looked away, walking over and placing his fingertips on the handle. “Wait!” Arthur barked, and he turned back to see the blond smirking at him. “You might find it useful to make yourself a bit more presentable before opening the door to Morgana. She has been known to be rather perceptive.”
He raised an eyebrow, not knowing what Arthur was talking about, after all at least he still had his clothes. He followed Arthur's gaze, noticing how his clothes were crumbled and wrinkled, his shoes were untied, as were his pants. Quickly tying the fabric closed, he glared accusingly up at the Prince. “Well at least I'm wearing pants!”
Arthur gave a half smirk, and he spun from him, not being able to look at him anymore without wanting the bastard. He squeezed the handle, pulling it open to reveal a very sleep deprived, very frazzled looking Morgana. Oh no. “Another nightmare?” He asked, as Morgana's eyes flickered almost fearfully up at him.
“Merlin?” She asked, her eyes flickering back and forth from the both of them, an unreadable emotion crossing her face. Her eyes were wild. She seemed almost crazed as she stared up at him. “What are you doing in here?” She asked accusingly, as if it were the strangest thing in the world for him to be in Arthur's room.
“Umm...” He started, somewhat confused by the question. “I work for him.” He pointed to himself, giving the girl an uncomfortable smile. “Manservant remember?”
“I would like you to leave!” She snarled, and Merlin had never seen so much hate reflected in her eyes. This was so unlike her, normally they were friends.
“Morgana!” Arthur chided. “What's gotten into you?” Merlin stood in his place, looking to Arthur for confirmation as to what was going on, but the Prince seemed to be just as confused as he was.
She shut her eyes, obviously struggling with something as she drew in a breath. “Please just have him leave. I need to talk to you, and if you still want him in your presence afterwords than that's your own business.” Merlin couldn't help it, at the way she was speaking about him a hurt traveled up his spine.
“Milady have I done something?” He asked softly, voice slightly trembling. “If I have done something to offend you...”
“You haven't done anything Merlin!” She snapped, voice hard. But then her eyes softened, and a look of almost pity came to her face. “Please, just go so I can talk to Arthur.”
Merlin bit his lip, nodding at Morgana. “Of course Milady.” He said tensely, trying not show how hurt he was by this sudden change in character. He spun around, walking out the door without even bothering to meet Arthur's eyes. He was breathing through his nose, trying to calm down as he shut the door behind him, and trying to ignore the yelling behind the door as he headed down to his and Gaius's chambers. What in the world was wrong with Morgana?
He opened the door, shutting it behind him as he leaned against it. He tried to grasp what had drawn Morgana there at such an early hour, and what had made her look at him with such hate. “Where have you been?” Gaius asked, and Merlin cursed. He had forgotten how early of a riser the man was.
“Oh I was...” He pointed behind him. “I was just attending to Arthur. He wanted to wake up early to go hunting.” That sounded reasonable, but at the raised eyebrow he got from Gaius he backtracked and thought about what he said.
“Didn't the Prince fire you?” Oh....he had forgotten.
“Yes, he did. But he rehired me, and everything is fine now....I think.” His forehead curled. “Have you noticed anything strange about Morgana?” He asked, that harsh almost hateful look still in his mind.
“What do you mean?” Gaius asked, not commenting on the fact that he had been rehired, obviously it wasn't too much of a surprise.
“I think she had another dream. She was acting strange again, but she wouldn't tell me. She demanded I leave the room.” Gaius's eyebrows knitted together as he considered that.
“I don't think that is a good sign Merlin.” He said slowly. “Morgana sees magic, and if she seems cross towards you...” He trailed off, and Merlin's eyes widened.
“You think she saw something about me? You think she saw my magic!” Gaius's face fell, and Merlin got a sinking feeling in his gut.
“She's talking to Arthur right now!” He shut his eyes shut as he grabbed at his temples, thinking of all the consequences. “I have to go do something!” He didn't even hesitate in swinging the door back open and running back down the hall.
What could she possibly have seen!? Why had she looked at him like that? Was it just his magic, because she was magical too! No, Morgana would never judge him for something like that. So it had to be something else. His heart was pounding as he got back to the chambers. The screaming had stopped, and with it so had his breath. He reached out towards the door, drumming his knuckles across it softly.
“What do you want!” Arthur growled loudly, and Merlin laid his head against the door, fear bubbling in his stomach.
“It's me...it's ugh...it's Merlin.” He finished lamely, bracing himself to be told to go away.
“Get in here.” He barked, and with a sigh of hesitation, Merlin did as he was asked. Walking into the room and letting his eyes land on Arthur's chair where the Prince was sitting in black pants and just his suede jacket. Apparently he wasn't bothering with a shirt at the moment.
“Sire I don't know what Lady Morgana told you but I...” He started, but a hand put up from Arthur stopped him.
“Do not mention her name right now.” Arthur bit out in disgust. “She's insane. I should tell my father some of the things she said.” The breath of relief he let out he was sure could be heard throughout the room.
“What did she say?” Merlin asked, trying to sound casual as he did.
“She said...” He paused, waving towards himself. “Come here.” Arthur's eyes were still smoldering, and he somewhat hesitated before walking forward.
“You're not going to hit me, are you? Because you look a little like you're going to hit me.” He gasped in surprise when Arthur sprang up from the chair, grabbing him around the waist and crashing their lips together. Merlin opened up to him, following Arthur's lead when he pushed on his hips, allowing the Prince to pick him up and wrap his legs around his waist.
Heat ran up his spine as the blond pushed his tongue into his mouth, stumbling towards the bed. Merlin winced as they fell backwards, Arthur landing on top of him as he devoured his lips again. ...Well...obviously the Prince wasn't too upset.
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Merlin panted as he lay on his side, smiling as Arthur moved behind his sweat soaked form, placing kisses from his shoulder all the way down to his hipbone. A sheet was draped over both of them as Arthur traced patterns along his stomach. “Mmmm...We should really get dressed.”
He smiled, loving how doting Arthur was being, all the anger from earlier gone. “Yes, well we could always tell your father you were late for guard duty because you were in bed all day relentlessly shagging your servant and bringing him to reckless abandon.”
Arthur kissed his way back up, placing his lips at the sorcerer's ear. “Yes, well who said I won't grow to be a generous King?”
Merlin turned his face, kissing his lover as Arthur rolled on top of him. He wrapped his hands around the blond's neck, twining his fingers into his now sweat soaked hair. “You'll be an excellent King.” He said between kisses. “Especially if you keep doing this.” He kissed down Arthur's chin. “I'll follow you forever my lord.”
“We have to go back out for the creature.” Arthur managed, tilting his head up to encourage Merlin to kiss along his neck.
Merlin's lips stopped on his adams apple, pulling back to look up into his eyes. “You're not healed yet. Arthur please just wait a few more days.”
Arthur smirked, kissing him again. “Merlin, why are you so bothered by this thing? I've faced worse things before...you've never reacted like this.” He turned worried eyes up to the Prince, thinking of how Lancelot had gone to find answers about the curious creature who seemed to know way more about him than he would like it to.
He hesitated, knowing that this could either work or backfire completely. “Lancelot left yesterday. He went to talk to someone who might know what the snake is...he swore to me he'd be back in just a few days.”
...The statement didn't exactly have the desired affect. Arthur rolled off of him, reaching around the bed to search for his pants. “Arthur don't...I'm just worried about you.”
“Tell me Merlin, when Lancelot was staying in your room, how many times did he share your bed?” Merlin stiffened, sitting up as his face darkened.
“You know he never did, and it's not fair for you to say that.” He reached out to him, but his hand fell away before it touched his shoulder.
“He wants to bed you.” Arthur said matter of factly, not turning around to face Merlin with his outrages accusations.
“Arthur nobody wants to bed me.” He said, smiling a bit as he came up behind him, wrapping his legs around the blond's waist as he encircled his shoulders. “Except you for some outrages reason.” He kissed his ear. “It must be my amazing sense of humor.”
“You're such an idiot.” Arthur mumbled, not pushing him away.
Merlin swept his sweaty locks away from his forehead. “You're so cute when you're jealous.”
Arthur turned to him, face completely serious. “How's this for jealous...if you ever let that cretin lay a hand on you, I'll have him beheaded.” The sad part was he didn't even look like he was joking.
“You're a frightening individual.” Merlin said aghast. “You've been sort of angry all day...every since Morgana was in here.” He traced Arthur's chest, laying his chin on top of his shoulder. “You never told me what she said.”
“She said you were going to kill me.” Merlin's eyes widened, his stomach dropping out of the pit of his stomach. Morgana was a seer...Morgana was never wrong.
“I think I'm going to be sick.” Merlin groaned, shooting out of the bed, and barely making it as far as the window before the bile rose from his throat and he retched out of the window. His throat burned as he dry heaved. Head spinning as he tried to wrap it around the fact that Morgana had seen him killing Arthur.
He turned around, curling up into a ball as he pulled his bare legs up to his chin. His chest was heaving, and his stomach groaned uncomfortably. He practically ripped his hair out as all the color drained from his face.
“Merlin what in the world is wrong with you?” Arthur asked, his angry tone laced with concern. Merlin was mildly aware the prince was leaning in front of him, but he couldn't see anything except images of all the possible ways he could kill Arthur, and every time another possibility flashed he grew sicker and sicker.
“I need to go away...I need to leave Camelot.” He was rambling, not realizing he was saying all of these things out loud. Arthur shoved him against the wall, making him look up through his delirium.
“What are you talking about? You're acting insane.” His forehead creased as he pushed right back at Arthur.
“Don't touch me!” He barked. “We can't be together. I can't even stay here...I won't hurt you.”
“Merlin don't be ridiculous.” Arthur went to grab him, but Merlin scrambled away, trying to grab for his pants.
“I have to go...you don't understand.” He grabbed the rest of his clothes, trying his best to ignore Arthur's incredulous expression.
Arthur walked over, grabbing his shoulder as he attempted to put his shirt on. “Merlin what the hell is wrong with you? You don't need to go anywhere. ...I'm fairly certain you're not going to kill me. It was just a dream.” Merlin was trembling like a leaf by this time, eyes wide as Arthur pulled him closer, wrapping a hand around his waist as he cupped his cheek. “Darling...” He said softly, placing a kiss on the edge of his ear. “You're trembling.”
Every touch of Arthur's felt like a sin, just knowing that with every second they were together it could lead up to the moment Morgana saw. He needed to know what she saw...he needed to know how exactly Arthur was supposed to die by his hands. He nodded, burying his face in Arthur's neck as he inhaled the sweet scent.
“I apologize sire...I have to go help Gaius with the deliveries.” He pulled out of his arms, ignoring the still shocked look on Arthur's face. “Please don't go after the snake until Lancelot gets back.”
“As long as you don't do anything stupid Merlin, remember your promise.” Merlin nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips to Arthur's, fighting the stinging in his eyes.
“I know Sire...until I die.” He pressed his lips into a thin white line. “I have to go now...nothing stupid, I swear..” He pulled away, still feeling slightly sick as he fought off another wave of nausea. “I love you.” Was the last thing he said before walking out of the door, wanting to collapse as he made his way over to Morgana's chambers.
Arthur probably thought he was crazy. Hell, he probably was crazy, but he believed in Morgana's visions. He also believed they could be changed, but then again he wasn't exactly going to put Arthur in danger, which apparently was him. He rubbed his head, trying to wrap his minds around it. His feet had carried him all the way there, and he raised his hand to wrap against the door, only to have it swing open before he could do so.
“Merlin.” Morgana said, hiding half behind the door. Her eyes were distrusting as she took in his shattered form. “Arthur told you then.”
“Some...” He said almost breathlessly. “But I need to know everything. Please Morgana, tell me about your dream.”
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A.N- Okay so real short chapter, but big plot twist :) It all seemed very rushed, and I'm not sure what I think about it...I don't know if it flowed very well, but Arthur is such a Darling, he's adorable in this chappie, and it's Merlin who's the idiot. Please tell me what you think and I'll update the huge cliffie. Haha what do you think Morgana saw?