Merlin grasped at him desperately, wanting to savour the last moment he had with Arthur until he revealed the truth.

It was with a heavy heart that he pushed him away.

"We need to stop... we can't do this..." Arthur groaned, but rested his forehead against Merlin's.

"Why..?" he whispered, eyes wide in question, voice soft in understanding.

"You're... you're my brother..." His lover whispered, shame dripping from every word.

"I know," said the blond, causing Merlin to gasp. "I always have, and I don't care!" A pause. "Do you?"

"No..." he whispered honestly.

And then their lips met again.