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Merlin: C= We're happy to see you!

Arthur: Not…

Gwen: Sire!

Merlin: He's just upset that he hasn't gotten to do anything yet. ;)

Llama-Chan: All in good time Arthur.

Arthur: Why can't you people address me properly like Gwen does?!

-Silence-

Merlin: -smirk- Arthur.

Arthur: ARGH! -storms off-

Merlin: -chases- Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur!!

Arthur: Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!

Morgana: Llama-Chan doesn't own anything. ^-^

Fatum Specto: Chapter 2

Today was a very important day.

Clang.

Very, very important.

Clang, clang.

So important in fact that Merlin's life rests in the hands of a Princely Prat.

Clang, clang, clang!

Merlin's life was being sacrificed because of the importance of the Tournament that was to begin later on. Merlin, being Prince Arthur's manservant, was being submitted to the worst kind of torture, so awful in fact that its taken me this long to narrate it.

Merlin…was being made to help Arthur practise swordplay.

Oh yes…its just that awful!

After having a break Merlin put the borrowed metal helmet back on and adjusted to the heavy weight of the sword in his right hand, the weight was uncomfortable as his hand fumbled with the handle. On his left arm was a black, shiny, metal shield complete with a golden dragon to represent Camelot. The shield was covered in dints and scratches making Merlin think if any of the other servants had been submitted to this kind of torment also.

Arthur watched him impatiently as he watched Merlin clutch the sword and nearly drop it, sighing slightly Arthur dared to ask, "Ready?" Merlin looked back up at him pinning him with his blue eyed stare through the gaps in the helmet.

"Would it make any difference if I said no?" Arrogantly Arthur had turned his back on Merlin as he swung his sword around in a small display of good swordsmanship, while Merlin became adjusted once more to the heavy weight of shield, sword and armour. (Though he hardly wore any, Merlin liked to think this was because Arthur wanted to see his body clothed in his slightly tight clothes. And not because Arthur secretly wanted to kill him.)

Arthur turned back around. "Not really." He said as he lowered himself into a fighting stance, his sword pointed straight at Merlin. The boy gulped nervously and pointed his sword at Arthur, without a moment's warning Arthur lunged at him like a lion, "Body! Shield! Body! Shield! Shield!" Arthur shouted in a reasonably complicated order as Merlin tried to keep up with his pace and block whenever he could. Merlin stumbled backwards to escape as Arthur lunged forward again and again. "Head!" Shouted Arthur.

"Head?!" Repeated Merlin as Arthur brought his sword crashing down on the helmet Merlin was wearing, "Ow!" He moaned as his head clanged against the metal helmet. He covered his head protectively as Arthur walked around to stand behind him.

"Come on Merlin you're not even trying!"

"I am!" Arthur swung his sword to lightly hit Merlin's lower back. Merlin turned around to face Arthur suddenly wanting revenge against the arrogant Prince.

"To the left!" Called Arthur as they began a new sequence. "To the right! To the left! Head!"

Clang!

"Ow!" Merlin moaned again as he stumbled backwards again. Merlin walked behind Arthur and the two faced each other.

"Come on Merlin! I've got a tournament to win!" Called Arthur.

"Can we stop now please?" Arthur didn't reply and attacked him once again. Swinging his sword left and right, hitting Merlin's shield with heavy blows. Merlin stumbled back once more but Arthur just advanced again, and without warning…

Clang!

"Ow!" Merlin said once again, taken a blow to the head. He fell to the floor in a heap, his helmet fell off and he dropped the sword beside him. "Arg…" Merlin groaned. He ached…all over.

"You're braver than you look." Commented Arthur as he stared down at Merlin who lay sprawled out on the grass. "Most servants collapse after the first blow."

"Is it over?" Panted Merlin. As much as he liked laying down for Arthur to see, his body was in need of a serious rest. Arthur simply grinned down at Merlin in victory. He simply loved to torment his new manservant, his new toy. But what was most interesting about Merlin was the fact that he was never intimated by the fact that he was a Prince, and the most annoying thing about Merlin was how… appealing he looked. This fact scared Arthur as he'd always seen himself as a Ladies man, and he was attracted to them too so he knew he couldn't be a…

What was the word?

Ah, a homosexual. For one thing, if he was Morgana would never let him forget about it and his Father would no doubt put him in the dungeon to make him see sense. Without a doubt he knew his own Knights would no longer respect him anymore. For the first time in his life Arthur was scared, of Merlin of all people and how this boy made him feel. So he was going to do the only thing he thought would work. He was going to ignore his feelings, no matter how tempting Merlin looked he would just simply ignore it and do nothing. Nought.

Zilch.

Thinking he'd been staring far too long at his delectable manservant Arthur grinned. Merlin, who had been puzzled at the almost hungry look in Arthur's eyes, groaned as he knew his torment was far from over.

"So…" Began Arthur, "How's your mace work coming along?"

For now this was all Arthur was allowing himself to do, ignore his feelings, admire Merlin from afar and hide how he felt by bullying Merlin. Seemed like the perfect plan.

At the tournament…

The crowd cheered loudly for their Prince as Arthur once again beat his opponent. So far the Tournament was going well and he was winning all of his matches with his superb swordsmanship skills that entranced anyone who watched him. But he was angry…very angry. Which was bad for any of the Knights who stood against him and bad for himself. Arthur had told himself to ignore every possible feeling he had towards Merlin and that had all gone out the window when he saw Knight Valiant eyeing up his manservant.

Arthur had to admit that Valiant was handsome but the look he'd been giving Merlin…it was enough to make his blood boil. The worst part was, Merlin was enjoying the attention he was receiving and was totally ignoring Arthur, the Prince frowned and glared at Valiant as well as his manservant. Who, upon catching Arthur's eye, stopped gazing at the other Knight after witnessing an almost death glare from the Master of all Prats. It seemed to Merlin that Arthur was…jealous. Merlin quenched his laughter as he watched Arthur defeat another opponent.

'Arthur? Jealous? Never in a month of Sunday's.' He thought.

Many people in the crowd were also impressed by Knight Valiant's victories against several tough looking opponents. His strength and skill seemed to almost match Arthur's, and Merlin found his gaze drifting from secretly looking at Arthur to stare almost longingly at Valiant. Obviously Arthur noticed this and his anger doubled.

The Tournament ended that day and Merlin was stood with Arthur outside his tent whilst he took off the Prince's armour. Merlin still knew Arthur was mad and he felt guilty but also quite glad that it was him that affected the Prince so badly. With a small smile Merlin said, "You were great today Sire." Arthur stiffened as Merlin took off his vambraces, curiously the Prince looked down to see Merlin smiling at him. He coughed slightly,

"Why…thank you Merlin." Merlin's smile brightened, "But if you think compliments will free you from your duties then you are sorely mistaken." A suspicious tone was evident in Arthur's voice as he rubbed his wrists that were freed from his armour. Merlin just chuckled and continued to take off Arthur's armour,

"Wouldn't dream of it Sire." He said cheerfully. Nearby both of them saw Valiant approaching, Arthur stiffened in fury as Merlin stood by his side in shock with Arthur's cape in his hands.

"May I offer my congratulations on your victories today?" Valiant said politely.

'What a bootlicker.' Thought Merlin, 'He's handsome but such a suck up…' Arthur also seemed to think so as he was unimpressed by what the Knight had said to him,

"Likewise." He said in a bored tone as he stared at Valiant.

"I hope to see you at the Reception this evening." Said Valiant undeterred by Arthur's rude manners, with a nod he strode away with his head held high like a true Nobleman. When he was a safe distance away Merlin scoffed at him,

"Creep." He said as he felt Arthur laugh slightly beside him. Obviously what he'd said had pleased the Prince for some reason, Merlin smiled and turned towards him. But the funny moment had passed as Arthur turned back into a slave driver and listed off things for Merlin to do by tomorrow morning. As the Prince walked away Merlin sighed, he couldn't win could he?

At the reception…

All that night Merlin and Arthur exchanged glances as Valiant flirted shamelessly with Morgana. It was really beginning to tick Arthur off, Valiant's stupid pick up lines and Morgana's tittering laugh was really beginning to annoy him so he called on Merlin for more wine. Nervously Merlin did what the Prince asked but couldn't help but worry that he was drinking too much. Turned out that by the end of the night Arthur was teetering on the edge of becoming too drunk, so Uther advised his son to turn in for the night which he agreed to, glad to not see stupid Valiant anymore.

Merlin walked forward from his place near the wall and held Arthur up gently as they stumbled together out of the hall. As they neared Arthur's chambers Merlin panted,

"I think you had a bit too much to drink Sire." Said Merlin as Arthur laughed at him.

"Nonsense!! I'm perfectly," Arthur stumbled into his door, "…fine." He said. Merlin shook his head and let them both inside Arthur's chambers. Now began the difficult task of undressing Arthur for bed. It proved tiring as Arthur couldn't stand up straight and would occasionally fall and lean on Merlin, putting all of his weight on Merlin so he had trouble keeping them both upright.

"Please stand still Sire." Asked Merlin in exasperation as Arthur once again leaned on Merlin.

"Shut up, Merlin." Said Arthur as he nuzzled Merlin's neck as Merlin took off his jacket.

"You really shouldn't of drunk this much." Said Merlin, "Why did you in the first place?"

"Because Merlin… Val-Valiant was being…very…" Arthur trailed off thoughtfully.

"Annoying?" Inquired Merlin.

"Yes, annoying. So I drunk this much to ignore him…and his stupid attempts at flir- erm…"

"Flirting?"

"Yeah… yeah, that." Mumbled Arthur as Merlin stood him up straight once more. "Anyway…I thought you liked… Val-Valiant…?"

"And what gave you that idea Sire?" Asked Merlin curiously as he stopped undressing Arthur.

"Well… it was the way you…you were staring…at him instead of me."

"Oh?" Said Merlin in surprise, so Arthur had been jealous?

"Oh? … Oh, what?" Said Arthur in puzzlement as he swayed on his feet.

"Were you jealous Sire?" Asked Merlin with a grin as he began to take off Arthur's shirt.

"I was." Said Arthur sternly as he looked at Merlin. "You're my manservant, ya know…"

Merlin laughed as he blushed slightly, "Yes I am Sire." Arthur flung his arms out and hugged Merlin to his chest, burying his nose in his hair and inhaling the scent. He sighed in content and gripped Merlin tighter,

"My manservant…" He said again as he nuzzled one of Merlin's cute but large ears. Merlin blushed darker, obviously the Prince had no idea what he was doing, he'd never hug him when sober. "Merlin?"

"Yes Sire?"

"You won't leave will you? You won't leave me for Valiant will you?"

"No Sire."

"You'll stay forever? Won't you Merlin?" Merlin chuckled, "Won't you?"

"Of course Sire." Arthur laughed. "I wouldn't lie to you."

"Good…Now," He nuzzled Merlin's cheek now as Merlin brought his arms up to hang around Arthur's shoulders nervously, "I want you to swear to me, what you're telling me is true."

"I swear its true." Merlin smiled, "I'll stay with you, forever." Merlin knew his Destiny was binding him to Arthur but he couldn't help feeling he truly wanted to stay and protect this man. Merlin felt this was no longer an obligation, staying with Arthur was something Merlin was beginning to want to do.

"Then I believe you." Said Arthur as his grip on Merlin loosened slightly enabling Merlin to squeeze out and dress Arthur in his night clothes. Arthur's shirt was successfully off and his night shirt on, but Merlin still had to take off his breeches. But like earlier Arthur squirmed and swayed and both of them landed in a heap on the floor, they both laughed as Merlin felt the back of his head as Arthur looked down on him.

Merlin couldn't sit up until Arthur stopped straddling him which wasn't going to be any time soon as the predatory look from earlier returned to Arthur's eyes. The Prince leaned down and nuzzled Merlin's neck and planted a few butterfly kisses on the skin where the scarf no longer covered.

"Sire?" Merlin asked nervously as he rose a hand up to Arthur's head. He Stroked the hair there and tried to push away his head but it wouldn't budge. Arthur kissed Merlin's jaw and climbed higher and higher to his ear, the Prince kissed the ear lobe and continued when Merlin let out a sigh. Arthur licked the soft skin and nibbled at it lightly causing Merlin to hiss out, "Sire!"

Arthur liked the sound and wanted to hear Merlin make more of them as he nibbled his way up to the top of Merlin's ear. "Merlin…" He sighed. Merlin blushed and squirmed, this was all too weird, it was too fast, too strange.

Too enjoyable.

It was wrong in so many ways but so right. Arthur nibbled exceptionally hard and Merlin hissed out a loud, "Arthur!!" The sound of his name being called broke the Prince out of his trance as he pulled away from Merlin's ear, he saw the red marks he'd made on Merlin as the servant boy in question laid beneath him blushing brightly and breathing hard.

Arthur was disappointed, he'd promised himself he wouldn't feel anything for this boy, that he wouldn't do and that's exactly what he'd done. He'd broken the one rule he made for himself that he couldn't break, he was the Prince of Camelot for goodness sake, he couldn't do this… it was dishonourable and wrong but… he felt wonderful. The Prince stood and walked over to the window and opened it, he looked outside and felt the wind brush against his flushed skin.

He wouldn't look at Merlin because he knew that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from touching him once more. "Arthur?" Called Merlin timidly.

"I no longer require your services." Arthur said coldly.

"You're sacking me?" Arthur ignored the hurt in Merlin's voice.

"Yes, now get out of my sight!" He shouted, as he continued to stare out the window. He knew that doing this was cowardly but this was the only way to protect Merlin and himself from his own desires. The door slammed shut and Arthur heard Merlin's footsteps running away from the door, he rubbed a hand over his face and ignored the weird feelings rising up in him.

What had he done?

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