"So, what prince do you fancy?" "Where are you getting these ridiculous accusations? I only fancy this prat, his name is Merlin." "Oh, really?" "Really." "I fancy you too, Arthur." Merlin laid his head against Arthur's chest, listening to the slow breathing, and feeling Arthur run his fingers through his hair. *This story was for fun only, I was bored and wanted to write something. Feel free to leave comments and suggestions!* ACK IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT, SKIP CHAPTER 12