Hi!

So first off, this is my first Merlin fic. It is already posted on the kink-meme in full, but I wanted to have it Beta'd and posted right. Guess what? My regular Beta doesn't Merlin either. So meh, still unbeta'd but de-annoned. I would really like a proper Beta though, if anyone is interested please PM me!

I am quite honored that this fic has been recced on the Perv Pack Smut Shack. Wow.

Original Prompt:

Arthur/Merlin

Alpha/Omega verse

Arthur the alpha scents Merlin's Omega's hormones/pheromones... But cannot find him. Goes mental whilst he tries to track him down all over Camelot (or Albion). Merlin is oblivious but super horny and cannot understand why.
Any other scenario or storyline welcomed. Freestyle as you wish. Just super horny oblivious Omega and frustrated/fucked-off/worked-up Alpha.
& a happy ending please.

Great prompt, thanks. Just wanted to say that the pairing switched up. Arthur as an Omega is just such a fascinating idea... And Merlin topping him, well...

Uh, yeah so since this is a kink meme story, it is rated M. Over 18 only. Not for the not kinky (did that make sense?) Seriously.

Now enough with the A/N,let's introduce poor oblivious Alpha Merlin.

MERLIN

It exploded.

Again.

Shaking the droplets from his wet fringe, Merlin took a deep breath. Then another. It didn't help. Not really.

He tried again anyway.

''Sshaloawimon-Bwalee-ichma-Shit!''

Splash.

It exploded too.

Yesterday, Merlin hadn't even thought it was physically possible for WATER to explode. He knew better now.

It was a relatively simple exercise, a spell to create a floating ball of water that could then be launched at enemies. It should have been easy to master.

Except today, Merlin was in a foul mood.

So the things exploded.

Every.

Single.

Time.

As was evidenced by the totally drenched clothing clinging to his slim torso. The repeated explosions certainly didn't help Merlin's frustration any.

With a growl, Merlin tossed the bowl containing the offensive liquid. Hard. Flung it underhanded and watched it sail right out the window.

Then cringed as a shriek sounded, followed by the crash of clay breaking.

Merlin leaned his palms against the table, trying to gather some inner calm. It didn't work, not really.

Merlin still boiled inside.

It was because of the smell.

At least being completely wet throughout blocked out the scent a bit. The smell that was driving Merlin mad.

It had begun about a week before, after the banquet the Lady of the Wood-Grove had hosted in the Kings honor. Tall and mysterious and robed in transparent gauze that was frankly indecent, the High Priestess had gone on and on about recognizing one's link with Nature, being in tune with the cycles of the moon and the purity of life's instincts.

Or something like that.

Merlin hadn't paid too much attention, peering nervously into all the shifting shadows surrounding the table in the moonlit woods. Too many dangers could be hidden there, biding their time in the dark.

At least the drink had been good, and Arthur had had enough of it that he had begun to ply Merlin with his cup after a while. As he usually did when was slightly tipsy.

Not that Merlin was complaining or anything.

Still, it had been a strange night and Merlin had been most relieved to be back in the castle. That last look the Priestess-Lady had sent him was positively weird, almost amused.

Merlin had first smelled it the next morning, while making the bed in Arthur's chambers. Intoxicating, subtle; a scent like nothing he'd ever come across.

Wild and arousing.

Merlin had gotten stiff in his trousers.

He'd thought nothing of it.

But for the rest of the week, he'd kept getting random whiffs of the scent.

And the effect was always the same; Merlin wanted to go after it. Needed to track down the source of such a delectable smell and… Merlin wasn't quite sure what came after, but he was a bit afraid of the urges that rolled within him.

Merlin wasn't usually mercurial or moody.

He wasn't used to these surges of primal need.

And constantly battling the urge to –whatever- put him in a bad mood.

Anger boiled in his belly, a tight hard ball. He wanted to MAKE the smell stop, but it kept coming back, stronger every time; taunting Merlin with promises of -something. The sorcerer's helplessness at controlling his instinctive response only made the frustration worse.

So he couldn't concentrate.

And spells exploded.

With a splash.

A wet splash.

A cold wet splash.

PS I'm really hoping someone regular from the fandom will want to Beta for me. Pretty please with Arthur's ass-cherry on top? lol

PPS And comments are much appreciated, thanks.

PPPS If you followed me because of Author Alert from twilight, I love you all. Headward's next chapter is my next project.