A King with No Title

I Don't Know What You're Talking About

Merlin hit the sofa as soon as he got downstairs, and started to panic. What had just happened? He was confused and crazily turned on by the entire situation, but it had to be because he was drunk. This was Arthur, it wasn't a reciprocated feelings, was it? Merlin planted the pillow into his face and screamed into it.

Arthur hadn't followed him, so it must have just been a heat of the moment thing, he had been drinking and frustrated. Split second decision. He heard Arthur close the door upstairs and land on the bed, he wasn't going to come after him and this was fake. Surely a dream. Pretty realistic dream. His thoughts battled one another as he lay back and hit the sofa arm with some force, he hissed in pain. "Fuck." He whispered to himself. That's what Arthur wants to do. "Shut up brain." He says and falls back more gently this time, and covering himself with the blanket, placing the clothes on the coffee table.

"He's going to hate me." Arthur says to himself, lay on his back staring at the ceiling. He took off his shirt and threw it across the room. He sat there, not quite believing what he had just done. This was not the first time he had wished to kiss Merlin, but he never acted on it. He heard Merlin move downstairs, picking up the glass beer bottles and cleaning probably after he and the Knights had made a rather large mess.

He should help him. Would it be weird? Merlin often said he never did the cleaning right all those years ago; even when he had tried to help. No, he should stay in bed. He did sit and listen to Merlin sort and didn't settle until he was certain Merlin had.

Arthur woke up very early the next morning, but decided to get up anyway. He moved down the stairs and found Merlin folding clothes and drinking some hot drink. "Merlin?" Arthur says, his voice ripe with tiredness, and lower than usual. It caused Merlin to jump. "About last night..."

"I don't know what you're talking about Sire." He had said it again and he cringed but Arthur just paused and gave him a confused look. Had he dreamt he had kissed him? Surely not.

Merlin finished the contents of his cup, and stood, walking hurriedly towards the kitchen. Arthur leaned in the doorway, shirtless. Yet, this morning it had been a conscious decision. "So, you wouldn't wish it to happen again?"

Merlin seemingly choked on thin air. Was Arthur insinuating that last night's kiss had not been a drunken impulse? He turned to face Arthur and got caught in his hands, his fingers wrapping around his hips. "I don't think it should." Merlin says, looking at the ground and wondering what to do with his arms.

"Why's that?"

"Surely, a drunken mistake."

"You hadn't drank, and I wasn't drunk?" Arthur smirked, which sent a chill down Merlin's spine.

"I guess."

"So, I ask again, would you wish it to happen again?" Arthur's hand landed on Merlin's cheek, and his thumb brushed his lower lip, Merlin took a sharp breath in and nodded. "Good." Arthur shoved Merlin back onto the closest counter and let their lips collide. Merlin parted his lips allowing Arthur in after a few seconds, Arthur smirked against his lips, enjoying the fact he hadn't needed to encourage that reaction like the night before.

Merlin's hands found their way onto Arthur's warm torso, and his fingers stroked gently near his waistband. One hand made it's way to the back of Arthur's neck and pulled him down into him, deepening the kiss. Merlin bites Arthur's lower lip gently, which only leads to the kiss becoming more fiercely passionate.

Arthur's fingertips dig into the soft, sensitive skin of Merlin's hips causing him to gasp breathlessly, while Arthur continues to kiss him, exploring his mouth with his tongue and seemingly drawing every bit of oxygen from his lungs. Merlin's hands end up on Arthur's back and his nails dig in, as Arthur's lips start to trail kisses over his jawline, and down onto his neck. Causing a small moan to escape his lips, as Arthur bit and sucked on the tender skin.