A/N: Hello, there! This is just a random drabble-thing I wrote instead of doing my homework because let's face it, no one cares about the differences between ROM and RAM. Except, apparently, my IT teacher. Enjoy my procrastination. ~
"Merlin" Arthur began, raising his eyebrows and resting his hands on his hips. What on earth was his useless, good-for-nothing manservant doing? The idiot was half under Arthur's bed, and when Arthur had walked into his chambers, he had seen Merlin's head poke out from underneath, a guilty look on his face. "Please enlighten me as to why you're under my bed."
He watched through narrowed eyes as Merlin blushed, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he wormed his way out and stood up, his hands behind his back. Arthur just looked at him, watching as Merlin stood there uncomfortably. "I was, um, getting rid of some, um, rats." Merlin answered him, a half grin on his face.
Arthur just rolled his eyes and strode towards him, his arms folded across his chest. "Oh really, Merlin?" He asked disbelievingly. "You were getting rid of some rats? I don't recall having any rats in my chambers as of late." He commented, backing Merlin into the wall. Arthur watched as Merlin's eyes widened slightly when Merlin's back hit the wall, and Arthur's hands came up to rest either side of Merlin's head. Arthur smirked a little at the sight as he attached his lips to Merlin's neck, nipping at the skin there, looking amused.
"Um, okay, I was, um. I was hiding, um, something under there…" Merlin confessed, blushing. Arthur just grunted, telling Merlin to go on as he continued working his lips on Merlin's neck. "It was, um, it was that – God, Arthur, don't stop!" Arthur chuckled as Merlin's explanation was cut short. And then he did just what Merlin didn't want: stopped.
"Arthurr…" Merlin whined, pouting up at the prince, his cheeks flushed. Right then, Arthur really wanted to ravish Merlin, but first he wanted to know what exactly Merlin had been hiding under his bed.
"I'll continue when you tell me what you were hiding under my bed." Arthur told him, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth when Merlin started to pout even more.
"It was the hat…" Merlin said with a sigh, looking down at his shoes. Arthur raised his eyebrows again, a displeased look on his face.
"The hat I made you wear?" Arthur asked, his forehead creasing. "The one with the feathers?" Once Merlin had nodded, Arthur's frown became more defined. "But… why? I know you didn't like it, but if you wanted to hide it… why would you put it under my bed?" He asked, hands still either side of Merlin's head.
"Well… I knew you'd notice it was gone. And I knew if you looked for it, you wouldn't look under your bed." Merlin said, smirking a little. Arthur just rolled his eyes again and went back to kissing Merlin's neck. After all, Merlin had a very pretty neck – not that Arthur would ever tell him that.
"You'll never cease to amaze me, Merlin, with your idiotic schemes." Arthur commented, his hands leaving their place on the wall and finding a new place to brace themselves: Merlin's waist. Arthur kept them there as his kissed moved gradually downwards, progressing from Merlin's neck to his collarbone.
"Well, sire, that's good to know." Merlin answered, a chuckle escaping his throat. Arthur could tell that Merlin thought his idea was a pretty good one, though, and Arthur wasn't all that bothered by the whole business, anyway. He'd gotten a good view of Merlin's butt while he'd been bent over under Arthur's bed, and quite frankly, Arthur liked Merlin's butt. A lot.