Late (Merlin)

Late

I have no idea where this came from. I just decided to write some smut and this is the result. Seriously, I have no idea where this sprung from but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Arthur wasn't surprised really. Initially, yes, he was, but after the first wave of shock had died down, actually, he should have seen it coming. It was obvious really. Maybe if he had discovered it a different way, however, then he might not have been quite so stunned.

It was a clear day in Camelot, so Arthur had called the knights down for a training session half an hour earlier than usual, just in case the pleasant weather didn't last. The absence of one knight, however, was glaringly obvious so Arthur sent Percival to seek out the non-existent knight. When he returned with a shrug of his shoulders and a promise that he had searched every corner of the castle. With a "hhmph" and an order for Sir Leon to take over the training, Arthur set off himself to double check.

He didn't doubt that Percival had been thorough, but unlike the gentle giant of a knight, he knew all of the hidden corridors and secret niches. His first stop was Gwaine's chambers – he pressed his ear to the door, and then knocked, and then getting no reply, pushed the door open softly. He moved on, checking all the concealed nooks and crannies he knew of.

He was starting to grow tired after about half an hour of traipsing around. He had nearly completed one lap of the castle by now, and the area that he was heading into was mostly abandoned. It had been where Morgana's chambers were so nobody ventured there anymore. As far as Arthur knew, the rooms there were just collecting dust now.

He decided to skip the area altogether – what would Gwaine be doing down there? – when he heard a muffled thump and a quiet, low groan. Arthur paused and moved closer quietly. There was another moan, then another, two different people, that much he could tell, but that was all. He couldn't tell gender, let alone who it actually was. He crept forward a bit more and then blushed to the tips of his ears. Oh. It was...sexual moaning.

Arthur hesitated. Should he turn back or carry on to find out who it was? It could be Gwaine. He wouldn't put it past the knight to have brought a maiden from the town back up to the castle, and use the part that was virtually abandoned to avoid being caught. Arthur decided to proceed quietly, identify where the noises were coming from and then find out who it was. If it was Gwaine, then he'd save the poor woman he was...consummating with...the embarrassment of being caught by the king of Camelot and punish Gwaine later.

There were four rooms in the small corridor; one that was Morgana's old bedchamber and the small antechamber, and another two that weren't used for anything, just bare, empty rooms. It definitely wasn't coming from the deserted bedchamber or antechamber, so that left the two rooms.

Arthur opened one with a soft, but audible, click, but was relieved to find it empty when he poked his head round. That left the last room. Very slowly, Arthur trod towards the oaken door and was relieved to find it ajar. He didn't have to worry about any noises as he peered round the curved wood cautiously. Gwaine was there, alright, but it definitely wasn't a maiden with him...

"Gwaine!" Merlin hissed, as the knight insistently tugged him down the corridor. "You have training!" He looked around him cautiously as Gwaine dragged him into their usual room and placed his hands on the serving boy's waist.

"So what?" Gwaine winked, tossing his hair from his eyes and sliding his hands down to Merlin's thighs, chuckling at the bright red that flushed over his face. "I know you want this as much as I do." He didn't give the serving boy a chance to answer before he crashed his lips against Merlin's hurriedly, pushing him back against the wall and slipping his hands in between Merlin's legs, his thumbs teasingly stroking over Merlin's growing cock.