A.N.: This was originally posted on my blog for my Word of the Day Challenge for 'basorexia': the overwhelming desire to kiss

Warning: Reference to slash snogging

Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin


The knocking was growing more insistent and far more difficult to ignore.

"Merlin!"

"I'm not here!"

"Merlin, please let me in."

There was no response.

"I could always break down the door."

Merlin sighed, rolling off of his bed and going to let Lancelot in. He quickly shut the door behind him and threw himself back on his bed, his face shoved into the pillow. Lancelot stood next to him. He could almost hear his hands going on his hips.

"What did you do?"

Merlin groaned. "It was an accident! The spell… backfired or something, I don't know! I inflicted Arthur with basorexia."

"So are you hiding out here because you don't want to face what you've done or because you don't want to risk getting caught out yourself?"

Merlin turned his head to look up at Lancelot, feeling a sense of triumph that he was right about the whole hands-on-hips situation. It was quickly squashed when he saw the look on his friend's face.

"I have to fix this, don't I?"

Lancelot nodded. "You do. Gwaine is enjoying this too much. And by 'enjoying', I mean 'exploiting'."

Merlin was suddenly assaulted with the image of the two of them holed away in an alcove somewhere, and a furious blush rose up his cheeks.

"Oh, no…"

Lancelot nodded. "I mean, Gwaine has survived a lot, but I'm not sure he could withstand the wrath of Gwen."