When albion needs it most

Chapter 8

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Peuple de Zenor by Faeria

Arthur breathed in deeply. He had been right, him and Merlin, together; they could have the best sex ever. He had felt it when they had first hooked up and now he had experienced it. "I should read books more often" the warlock told him.

"Not too often, I don't want you to hurt yourself" he laughed, pulling the brunet closer. He hugged the man. His heart started to beat faster and he hoped that Merlin didn't notice. This was comfortable; it was all he could have wished for. Arthur had to admit he cared for Merlin, more than he ever cared for anyone. He had loved Guinevere, he truly had. His love for her had been pure and true. He had fought to marry her, risking peace with neighborhood countries many times just to be allowed to love her. Their relation had been a romance of a lifetime.

But things with Merlin were different. Their story went beyond a life time. He held more importance in the King's heart than anyone. They had found themselves together again after thousands of years and could be together as they always did... well... plus the sex. They were linked by faith, by destiny and were meant to be. His love for Merlin was like no other. It would last forever.

And Arthur wanted to tell that to Merlin. He needed to let him know. Merlin had told confessed his feelings many times now, and Arthur was unable to reply. The King never was a man of words, capable of expressing his feelings out loud. He had only been able to talk to Guinevere because of Merlin. He had been the one to help him find the words, suggesting the actions to take. Without him, Arthur doubted that his marriage would have gone so smoothly.

Now how was he suppose to tell the warlock how his presence in his life made him smile. How, without him, he did not feel like the knight he had to be. Merlin had changed him for the better. Before the brunet entered his life, he was the arrogant prat he was accused to be, nothing more than a young kid that enjoyed being as condescending as possible. But Merlin had softened him. He had supported the knight in every situation. He could tell the brunet just how glad he was that he was here, in this life. Because Arthur was honestly worried that he might have came back alone, and seeing that stupid foolishly smiling face of his made everything a little better.

He loved Merlin, more than he could believe, more he cared to admit. And he wanted to make sure the man knew just how much he loved him. But Merlin pulled out of his arms and got out of the sheets. His eyes followed the naked bum that walked around the bed. He stared at the collarbone that was now covered with bruises and hickeys. For the first time, Arthur was happy that Merlin wore that stupid scarf.

"Get up," Merlin ordered as he threw a tunic to Arthur's head. The king grunted, not wanting to leave the comfort of the sheets quite yet. Was it that bad to be wanting seconds? Maybe, but it didn't not take away the lustful ideas that wandered in his mind. "Common, no time to waste," the warlock insisted.

"Why?" he pleaded.

"Because I want to go out," he explained. "Since you been back we've only seen the inside of the bedroom, not that I am complaining but, I want to do something"

"Do me one more time," Arthur teased as he rolled onto his side, taking an erotic pose.

"Arthur, I'm serious. I haven't been staying at home doing nothing for this long since I lived with my mother in Ealdor. I need to be active, do something"

"You did nothing at Camelot plenty of times," he argued as he pulled the shirt on top of his head.

"Nothing! You truly believe I was doing nothing," he answered in shock. "If I wasn't slaving away doing chores for you or running around doing errands for Gaius, I was busy trying to save your destiny and protect the citadel from the threat of dark magic. I was never lying around doing nothing"