Finding him

Decisions

Gwaine marched into Percival's rooms, grabbing Percival by the shoulders and kissing him firmly on the lips. “Gwaine,” Percival gasped, kissing him back. “What?”
“Two Kings engaging in rather kinky sex told me to come and get you. So here I am. And I want you back.” Gwaine looked utterly helpless, small, and lost, and Percival couldn't bear it. He scooped Gwaine up in his arms, kissing him passionately. Gwaine looked over his shoulder, finding a rather confused man in Percival's bed.
“Ah. About that, I-"
Gwaine stopped him with a kiss, the man pulling on a shirt and pair of breeches, scampering out of the room. “It's fine. I get it.”
“I didn't think you'd want me back,” Percival whispered, placing Gwaine down on the bed.
“I made a mistake. A big mistake, and I'm so, so sorry. Can you forgive me?” Percival nodded, wrapping his arms around Gwaine.

Arthur, Merlin, Gwaine and Percival rode up to the castle at Carson later that afternoon, enjoying a large evening meal out on the hill. “I'd like to make a toast,” Merlin said, filling his cup with wine. “To love.” They all raised their cups smiling. “And to friendship.”

Gwaine and Percival were lying in their bed, candles dimly illuminating their faces. “I'm going to move here,” Percival said, nodding assertively.
“Really?”
“Yeah. The alliance means I'll still be protecting Camelot, if they need me. But I don't want to lose you again.” Gwaine beamed, putting a hand on Percival's face. “My King.”
“Thank you. For, finding me.” Gwaine kissed Percival softly on the neck.
“You are so beautiful,” Percival breathed, a hand on his boyfriend's thigh.
“We can get your things tomorrow,” Gwaine babbled. “And, and if you need anything, I'll get it for you. Oh, and-"
“Shut up Gwaine,” Percival said. “Just be.” Gwaine nodded, melting into Percival's lips.