A/N Short Arthur-Centric drabble, centred on his feelings for Merlin.
Disclaimer - Would you be amazed if I told you that I do not own Merlin, the BBC or any characters, plot lines, etc?
Arthur's Desire
Arthur Pendragon was a man who always got what he wanted.
There had been many wants over the years, and he wasn't a man who lacked experience. He had taken many a women back to his chambers late in the night.
Except that wasn't what he wanted anymore.
No, what he wanted was the raven haired boy, the blue-eyed, raven haired boy, the boy who was his servant and his friend.
Merlin.
He wasn't sure when those feelings had first surfaced, but they had pushed all other feelings far from his mind. He hadn't slept with a girl in more than two months. Two intoxicating months, during which time he had only wanted that one man.
Arthur Pendragon was a man who always got what he wanted.
Only, this time, he hadn't. Not yet.
Because he didn't know how Merlin felt.
It wouldn't have bothered him before, whether or not his quarry was as interested in him as he was in them, but this time it mattered.
It mattered because Merlin was his friend.
It mattered because he didn't want to startle Merlin, didn't want to push him away.
It mattered because he cared about Merlin.
And so he let the infatuation fester, and grow, and become all-consuming, until it truly was the one thing he thought about. All the time. Until he spent every night, furiously pleasuring himself, with only one name in his mind. Until Merlin was the sole object of every dream he had, so that even sleep offered him no relief, and he woke, every morning, swollen and sore.
Arthur Pendragon was a man who always got what he wanted.
Maybe he'd even get this, in time.
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