Where's your neckerchief, Merlin?
I don't own Merlin If I did, well… Merthur will be canon and Arthur would be still alive, ruling Camelot with mighty warlock Merlin and not with Gwen.
Sorry for grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
Canon era. Merthur.
I didn't think very well on the exact time this story develops, somewhere after 3rd season.
Morgana's good and Arthur knows about Merlin's magic. Hope you enjoy.
One morning as every other, Gwen was carrying the tray with Morgana's breakfast leftovers when she ran into a pretty busy Merlin – Probably fell asleep and Arthur yell at him for being late- She thought.
-Morning, Merlin!
The boy blinked with surprise, apparently a bit more absentminded than usual and hadn't seen Gwen.
-Gwen!
-Late, aren't you?
-Uh? Ehmm, yeah…
He was being more than weird that morning, maybe Arthur had been too bad with him, she wandered. Merlin also looked… different? Yes, he seemed to be wearing the same clothes as yesterday, maybe spent the night in the tavern with Gwaine, but the strangest thing was the way he was trying to cover up his neck with his jacket or his hands, just then she realized what was wrong. Merlin wasn't wearing his red neckerchief. But that wouldn't make him act strange, right? Maybe the way he lost it… so she decided to ask him.
-Where's your neckerchief, Merlin? You look… uncomfortable without it.
-Eh? My… neckerchief? It seems like I've lost it.
-Yes? How?
How had he lost his neckerchief? It wasn't like he didn't know, it was the fact that in his head the only thing spinning around was the things happened last night. And probably that made him look clumsier and more distracted than usual.
-I don't remember. - And he smiled at her brightly, but forgot the reason why he was awkwardly covering his neck.
-Merlin! What's that on your neck?
He rushed and put his hand there again, but it was useless Gwen was close enough to have a good look at it.
-Was it a…?
-No it isn't! …I mean… Nothing, I… there's nothing on my neck.
-Right. Take your hand off, then.
-Nope.
-Don't be a child, Merlin. I won't say anything… with a condition.
-What would be it?
-You tell me who did it?
-EH? Gwen! That's not going to happen.
-Oh come on Merlin!
-No.
-It was Arthur, wasn't he?
Then, Merlin blushed. The way Gwen hasn't seen anyone blushing before and couldn't help but smirk a bit when the boy started talking… more like babbling.
-I... Have no Idea what you're talking about. And why to… to mention him? Why Arthur? He has nothing to do with me… with this. He's the King…
-Nothing huh? Why you blushed then?
-Because…- He said, calmer now (still covering his neck) - You! Say things like that suddenly.
-All right, Merlin…
-All right?
-You can keep the secret now, but…
-But?
-Let me finish!
-Fine.
-You can keep the secret now, but I'll tell Morgana what I've seen. And you know that when she wants to know something she'll get it. And if you make it harder for her, she won't be a sweet treat not with you…or… Arthur.
Merlin's face was priceless in those moments, he looked scared. Gwen hoped, really hoped Merlin to tell her what had happened with Arthur. It wasn't a secret either, the feelings they have for each other, after Arthur had learnt about Merlin's magic and had accepted him without regrets. It was pretty clear the King was deeply in love with the raven boy and that the latter felt the same.
Everyone could tell, but them.
They needed to say each other how they felt. And to tell by the marks on the boy's neck, they have talked and… well the rest she didn't wanted to know, she just wanted to hear the sweet romantic part when they confess their love and she wasn't scared of taking out her "Morgana Card".
-Merlin… Merlin?
Gwen had been deep lost in her thoughts, and she didn't notice when the warlock have left, leaving her there without answers.
He had finally get rid of Gwen and her awkward questions, he was heading now to the King's chambers, walking really slowly, he decided now he was going to stop everything for a bit and think what was he going to do now.
Last night as Gwen had noted, Arthur and he had made love, no, he corrected himself, had sex, because the king was half drunk and Merlin was very fond (and very stupid) to refuse.
The young warlock had realized how he felt about the idiot king. It was not a simple friendship or need to fulfill their destiny, but clearly the king only saw him as a brother, like the rest of his knights. Sure, Merlin had been happy when Arthur had discovered the magic and had accepted and was now in the process of lifting the ban on magic in Camelot, but the king did not show anything that would make Merlin believe that the blonde returned his feelings. But his mind did not stop him when he began to remember the night before:
Like any other night Merlin entered (without knocking) the king's chambers, but didn't see him immediately, so called for him.
- Arthur, Arthur?
- You know, Merlin? You look particularly good today.
- You look particularly drunk today.
-Do not be evil Merrlin, come here.
-You have drunk almost nothing, dollop head, How come you're so drunk?
- Maybe I'm not drunk and I just want to kiss you.
-What!
- I want to kiss you, idiot.
- I heard you, clothpole. Definitely you're drunk, you're going to go to bed now.
-Oh but I thought you didn't even want to kiss me, and now you're taking me to bed. – The blonde said mockingly.
Yep, drunk, drunk. Sober Arthur wouldn't want to kiss him, right?
He held the king's arms to guide him to bed. - Come Art ... – But he couldn't finish his sentence, his words were drowned out by the other's lips on his and almost couldn't believe it, Arthur was kissing him. But it didn't last long, since the King stepped away, laughing.
- You kissed me back, Merlin.
- Why did you do that? - He asked with hope in the other's response.
Arthur seemed to think a little and then closed the distance between him and a nervous Merlin, who observed him leaning to his ear and whispering. - Because I like you.
Merlin froze where he stood, in the middle of Arthur's room. The blond returned his feelings? No, well, he hadn't said that love him or anything, just liked right? Was that enough for him? He decided that for now it was, and that if Arthur was just saying that because he was drunk, probably wasn't going to remember in the morning, if it was true Arthur wasn't drunk he could think in the morning too. Sure it wouldn't hurt if he kissed him a little more...
So he grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards him to kiss him more deeply this time, and to his surprise Arthur kissed him back with equal urgency. Soon they found their tongues Battling for the control of the kiss (which was won by the king) until the air was lacking.
- Come here Merlin, let's go to bed.
And he let himself there, still wondering if everything was okay. But threw all his remaining sane thoughts on how great it felt to have Arthur's lips on his neck, and in response slid his hands under his shirt and moaned slightly.
- You like it?
-Mm - hmm.
- Well, let's continue then.
-Ah! Ah- Arthur...
He shook his head, Arthur had not seemed so drunk last night that was the reason why he had awakened early and had hastened to get out. Deciding to pursue his duties strictly, and act as if nothing had happened.
He opened the bedroom door of the king, and went with the breakfast tray, wishing that Arthur hadn't woken up yet, to leave the tray there and go as sooner as possible, but the voice of the blonde broke the silence of the room.
- You left this here - . Said, sitting on the bed, with only his trousers on, and holding in his hand the neckerchief that earlier in his hurry to get out Merlin hadn't found.
Merlin, before answering set the tray on the table and stood there.
- Uh ... umm ... yeah, I didn't find it when I woke up and ... He said, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation.
- Why did you leave?
- To save you the hassle of waking up next to me, feeling bad.
- Why? Because I said I liked you and you did not answer anything, you slept with me and you left before I woke up. Because you don't feel the same, is not it?
- No. - But it wasn't more than a whisper.
- What did you say?
Nothing, I ... I think I better go.
- No you're not going, don't you think we need to talk, Merlin? I don't know if you still think I was drunk and if so, then you should know that I wasn't.
- What we need to talk about? Arthur, we can't go back in time and make it last night not happen, it's done, its better if we pretend none of this happened.
- Do you really want that? You didn't even answer anything yesterday. Aren't you going to?
- You said you liked me, I thought it would be enough for me, but now it just hurts more, big dollop-head. Don't you realize that I love you? I've been in love with you almost since we met and after all, I had hoped that you to feel the same, but no, just "like me" and that's not enough for me. Are you happy now? -He lowered his gaze, had said it all in the end and felt how a weight on his chest was going, but didn't think he could handle Arthur's rejection, not looking into those beautiful blue eyes at least.
- Pretty much.
The answer he got was not what you expected the king.
- What?
-You asked if I was happy now. I am. Merlin , I never thought you felt the same way I feel for you, so yesterday I told you I liked you , but the truth is that I'm in love with you , I ... what happened yesterday meant a lot to me ... Come on, idiot, don't make me keep talking , you know how bad I am with words.
Merlin felt like he was going to faint. Had Arthur Pendragon just told him he loved him? Was it a cruel joke? He smiled a little when he looked up and saw Arthur blushed, both their eyes met, and the wizard spoke.
- Are you serious?
The blush on the cheeks of Arthur became more visible, but didn't look away from Merlin.
- Yes.
That was all he needed, quickly walked the short distance between the table and the bed and the blond did the same, standing up and walking towards him. And when at last they met face to face they kissed again, but it was not urged as the kisses they shared yesterday, this was full of all the love they had feared confess. They separated a little and was Arthur who spoke this time.
- I love you, dollop-head
- I love you, clothpole.
They kissed some more time until the blonde was found kissing the lower jaw , down to his neck, biting a little , making it one of the hickeys he had done yesterday become more visible. Merlin let out a little moan and pulled back.
- Arthur, I'll need the scarf, Gwen made me a questioning this morning, and if you do more of these marks, I don't think I can cover them.
- Nope. -Replied the king in a childish tone. - Now is mine, like you, I do not care if they ask questions or not.
-You are the king of Camelot, you're being judged by the people; by working on remove the ban on magic. What will they say if they find out you're with your manservant who is also a sorcerer?
- No matter what they say, they should be happy if their king is. And now what make me happy is you.
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