After Freya's death Merlin thinks he'll never find love again. But he couldn't be more wrong. As Arthur tries to cheer up his manservant they both discover something. Something that can't happen between them, not with Uther as king. Will their love be more powerful than the fear they feel? "We look each other in the eyes. I could drown in his blue eyes. I'm getting closer. My heart is racing. I feel warm. My eyes drops to his lips. I need to kiss him. I feel my stomach upside down. He's coming closer too. We're two inches distant. Slowly I place my lips on his. They're really soft and warm. We kiss. It's a gentle kiss. Our lips are synchronized. I grab his face with my hands, bringing him nearer. We keep kissing and when we move away a thought hits me. This can't happen. If my father finds it out, he will kill him. I don't want to hurt Merlin." Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, it belongs to the BBC.

"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

Merlin is gone but will he remember what happened??

Merlin, from day one, has had to hide his magic. How could he be himself, if admitting to practising sorcery would get him killed? Arthur has always been fond of his manservant. But how could he truly come to terms with his feelings for him, if by doing so, he'd be going against the traditions and laws of Camelot, and his father? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dedicated, with all my love, to Darya2m