Once Upon a Time, Arthur Wanted To Bite Merlin
Arthur Pendragon watched intently as his manservant scrubbed his floor for the third time that morning. "This place is a sty, Merlin!" he'd said, admittedly rather forcefully, and Merlin had no choice but to do the job over again. Arthur didn't mind though. He'd never admit it, but he liked watching Merlin clean. His methodical, well-practiced movements, the cute little faces he made when he came across a particularly un-cooperative bit of dirt...the prince was smitten.
"Merlin-"
His voice cracked. Damn the luck. Clearing his throat, the blonde tried again.
"You forgot a spot, Merlin. Over here."
The young warlock nodded, pausing for a moment to push a damp hand through his unruly hair. Arthur chuckled softly; Merlin had managed to relocate half of the bubbles from the wash bucket into his hair. He watched, mesmerized, as they reflected tiny rainbows on each other before popping, leaving Merlin's hair in a worse state than before.
"What is this, Arthur?"
Merlin asked suddenly, looking up from a strange red patch on the floor. Arthur snapped out of his reverie and regarded it closely, shrugging.
"No clue."
Merlin resumed scrubbing, muttering something about clotpoles. Arthur wasn't listening though. A new distraction had caught his eye. Merlin's jacket, slipping off his shoulders, granted the prince a view of his neck, two inches of snow-white flesh between the wayward bit of clothing and the ever-present neckerchief. Licking his lips unconsciously, Arthur focused on the spot, on the muscles moving seamlessly underneath, until it was too much.
Sliding silently from his perch on the bed, the prince considered for a moment before moving forward, creeping towards the other boy. Merlin was oblivious (as he was to a lot of things) and for that, Arthur was grateful. Before he knew what he'd done, the blonde had Merlin in his arms, his head bent low to taste that bit of bare flesh, to mark it, make it his own. Merlin's eyes grew wide as the prince's teeth grazed his skin, his tongue following, tingling the boy's skin with an invisible spark.
Arthur pulled away suddenly, wide-eyed as his manservant. Merlin met his shocked gaze, pupils dark with lust.
"Arthur?"
The prince looked away, flustered. He'd lost control and ruined a friendship, all in one go.
"I- Merlin, I am so sorry..shit, I know want I was thinking, I am so so sor-"
His lips ceased their useless ranting as Merlin's mouth met them, the warlock's tongue sweeping away what was unsaid.
THE END