The scene you missed.


The Knights of the Tavern Table / In the Closet

As soon as Merlin shut the door of the closet Arthur grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pushing him into a wall, faces close and chests nearly touching. Merlin was stunned, expecting to be yelled at and instead being manhandled. It sent shivers down his spine. Gods, Gwaine was right, he is kinky. Merlin tried to push him off but it only made Arthur slam him into the wall again.

"You kissed my wife." Arthur said, all controlled anger.

"I told you, she kissed me." Merlin said deviously, breathing heavily through his mouth, the roughness too good for it to be over too soon.

Arthur growled, shoving Merlin into the wall and letting go so he might fall to the floor. Merlin used the wall for support and let his head fall back, neck bared in submission. Arthur's confusion at Merlin's state suppressed his anger for a moment. Normally he would say Merlin just looked overexerted, but why would a few shoves have such an impact?

Then Arthur saw his eyes. There was a desperation he didn't quite understand. Arthur reached for the door but Merlin grabbed his wrist with surprising speed and strength.

"No." Merlin said, voice deep and gravelly. "You don't get to do that and just walk away."

"Tell me how it happened." Arthur said, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he did this to Merlin. Merlin didn't let go of his wrist, in fact his hold was even tighter.

"It was a long time ago, back when I drank that poison and you were away getting the mortaeus flower to save me." Merlin paused, looking at Arthur as if waiting.

"And?" Arthur asked, expecting Merlin to continue, but he didn't.

"I told you, you don't get to walk away from what you just did to me." Merlin said firmly, wanting. Merlin wanted Arthur to... hurt him? Gwaine was right, Merlin was kinky.

Though he was fairly sure of what Merlin wanted, he still moved his hands slowly to Merlin, dragging his hands lightly up his chest. Merlin relaxed his hold on Arthur's wrist and trailed two fingers delicately up his forearm before letting go completely. It gave Arthur goosebumps. He grasped Merlin's shirt firmly and Merlin sighed like you would getting into a warm bath.

He was still panting, though less so now. "Do it." Merlin demanded between hot breaths. He was now close enough to feel those breaths ghost over this face and neck. Arthur tried to bring back that anger from before. Merlin had kissed Gwen, his Gwen, his wife, his Queen. He pulled Merlin in close, off of the wall, so their chests were touching this time, before thrusting him back. Merlin hit the wall, it knocked the breath out of him but he was smiling.

"Gwen was there when I woke up. She was relieved I was alright." Merlin said and waited again. Arthur was getting fed up with that expectant longing in his eyes.

Arthur grabbed Merlin's shoulders this time and spun him around, seized his wrists in one hand and held them behind his back. With the other hand he forced him against the wall and held him prostrated with his own body. Merlin let out a loud moan, grinding his ass backwards into Arthur. Arthur let go as if burnt and Merlin sank to the floor. He crawled around to face Arthur, on his knees now, breathless, wild and smiling beautifully.

"She kissed me. It meant nothing other than friendly feelings, we never even talked about it." he said with finality.

Arthur thought about it. He should have known that Merlin and Gwen had never been anything but friends. She would have told him. Merlin wouldn't have brought up the kiss.

"You tricked me." Arthur said pointing a finger down at the man on the floor. Merlin laughed and ran a hand through his hair, looking disheveled.

"What makes you say that?" he asked innocently.

"You made me think there was more to it than just a friendly kiss so I could satisfy your weird... fetish!" he accused.

Merlin laughed again, in some kind of strange afterglow. "As I recall you're the one who asked me to come into your closet and abused me."

"I didn't expect you to enjoy it." said Arthur, baffled.

"I didn't expect you to either." Merlin said daringly. Arthur's mouth gaped in shock before he quickly shut it.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Then why are you just as breathless as I?" Merlin smirked and Arthur knew he was right, he just didn't want to admit that he was short of breath at the sight of Merlin on his knees in front of him. "Do you get off on mistreating your servants?" he asked just above a whisper. Arthur was silent, unwilling to speak because he wasn't sure what he might say if he opened his mouth. Merlin kept pestering, "I bet you enjoy seeing me on my knees. Using me to satisfy your weird fetish." Hearing his own words thrown back at him in such a way made Arthur shiver.

Merlin was trying to get a rise out of him and very well succeeding.

"You're drunk." Arthur said, going for the door again. Merlin stood quickly, blocking his way out with his body. A sweet smile playing on his lips that were inching closer and closer. Arthur's breath caught as his eyes were drawn to them.

"Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that you liked manhandling me." Merlin said softly before opening the door and holding it for his King.


I finished this a lot sooner than I expected. It's much shorter than the first.

Merlin is a dirty boy.

Next chapter will be even better.