Author Note: This is a sequel to my fanfiction 'Regrets' so you might want to have a quick read through that to get an idea of what's going on, it's only a short one. If not basically Merlin's returned 9 years down the line with his partner Derek and things aren't going to well in King Arthur's court.

Continuing regrets turn into something special

Chap 1 - If I can't have your love:

Merlin had left the tavern very early as he was exhausted, so sleep was definitely needed. Derek had remained behind at the Dragon's Tavern to continue no doubt a drinking game with Gwaine.

Merlin and Derek's chambers were situated in the north wing of the castle where visitors of nobility normally staid. The rooms themselves were fitted with shields and tapestries of Camelot and the Pendragon crest. Fine leather chairs were placed around the long oak table, opposite the double bed that would undoubtedly be the most comfortable bed Merlin would ever get to sleep in.

The warlock pulled his dark blue tunic off and threw it to the nearest seat, intending to undress before blowing out the candles that lit the room so well when he suddenly felt a strong force tackle him from behind. He landed on the firm mattress and soft red quilt face down, however he was soon flipped round to lay on his back.

Merlin expected to see his blonde blue eyed lover back from the tavern but instead was shocked to see a different blonde pinning him down on the bed.

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

Instead of Arthur responding, the King shoved his mouth onto Merlin's. Using one arm to hold his old friend down and with his free hand began to forcefully untie Merlin's breeches.

The warlock squirmed, opening his mouth to protest; wrong decision that was, as the King took this as a sign to delve his tongue down Merlin's throat. While this was happening Arthur had managed to get his hand inside the now undone black breeches and grab hold of Merlin semi-hard on.

Merlin had, had enough, and with his magic propelled Arthur from him and onto the stone floor on the other side of the room.

Merlin jumped from the bed, doing up his breeches and ran from his chambers; leaving behind his disregarded tunic and the King of Camelot who was no crying out loudly . . .

"Merlin, I'm sorry!"

The warlock ran as fast as he could, not allowing thoughts to run through his mind of what had just happened, he ran straight to the Dragon's Tavern.

It was a good ten minutes before midnight when Merlin burst through the tavern doors. The Knights nor Derek were in sight, only a few drunken townsfolk were about now. Merlin walked towards the bartender who was busy serving an old and weary looking man.

"Sir, have you seen a blonde man, blue eyes" Merlin used his hand to show Derek's height "this tall, was in here with a couple of Knights."

By the time Merlin had got his description of his partner out the bartender had finished with the old man. "You mean the one that looks like our King Arthur?"

"Yeah, I suppose" Merlin gruffly answered. He always hated it when people pointed out Derek's likeness to the King of Camelot.

"He's upstairs mate. 1st floor, second door on the left."

"Thank you" and with that Merlin ran upstairs to the second door to the left and sped through.

At first Merlin thought the bartender had given him the wrong room, but the female grunts of 'Derek, Derek' getting louder, Merlin knew he was wrong.

"Oi, you perv, get out!" the female voice sounded, shaking Merlin out of his thoughts. The woman was looking straight at him, nudging her lover who in turn twisted round to look at him.

"Shit, Merlin!" Derek jumped from the bed, completely starkers and supporting a hard on; ignoring the woman's annoyed protests "Merlin, I'm sorry!"

The warlock ran instantly back the way he had come. Trying to understand what had just happened.

He ended up back at his old room within the physicians quarters and there he tried to sleep whilst being plagued by the apologises from the two men that have held his heart.