AN: Well hello again. Yes, it is I. I come with great tidings! A new chapter for all to read! Huzzah! Gods be praised!

It`s not all good news I`m afraid. I fear there may not be more chapter for a while *gasp* Here`s the deal, next week I will HOPEFULLY have more smutty goodness for you all, but it is unbeknownst to me at this current point in time. The following week however, there will definitely be no chapter. But, here is the beauty, the week after I will work my pretty little ass off to bring you THREE WHOLE CHAPTERS. I know, I know, it`s exciting. If I do not produce them, feel free to send me horrible messages, I won`t mind. Are we all on the same page? Good.

As per usual, this is an M rated fic. Don't like it, don't read it. It has come to my attention that I have not told that I do not in fact own any of the characters in this story. Blah blah legal bullshit that you've all heard a million times.

This chapter opens in the present day, in Arthur`s POV. Are we sitting comfortably? Then I`ll begin.

Arthur Pendragon awoke as the he did every morning, with a fake smile plastered across his face. Today will be a good day. That`s what he always tells himself as he gets dressed. Today will be a good day, as the eats breakfast with Uthur and Morgana. Today will be a good day, as he styles his hair and heads out to meet Gwen. Today will be a good day, as he kisses his beautiful girlfriend and tries to so desperately to feel something.

He`s been doing this for a year and he`s still not convinced.

Mordred was waiting for them at the gate. He had his hands around Nimueh's waist, and a smug smile on his lips. Obviously he was getting stuck in there.

"Arthur! Hurry up, mate!" Arthur was confused. Since when was Mordred in a hurry to get to class?

"For what? It's just English."

"I know, but Merlin's in our class and I want to fuck with him for a bit before the teach gets here." Gwen scowled.

"I wish you two wouldn't be so mean to Merlin. He hasn't done anything wrong. Can't you just leave him be?" Arthur wished he could. But if he did, he would be admitting he cared about Merlin. And he didn't. The boy was a dirty faggot, he deserved to be tormented. Arthur didn't like him. Arthur didn't have feelings for him. Arthur didn't want to reach out and run his finger along those fucking cheekbones... No. Arthur hated him. He had hated him since that stupid fucking party.

One Year Previous

Arthur didn't know what to do. He paced about his room, trying to calm his thoughts. I saw him. I saw him with Gwaine. I saw him having sex. I heard him moan, pant, scream. And I took pictures. I photographed two guys having sex. What the hell do I do now?

He hadn't looked at those pictures from the night before. He was afraid too. He was terrified that he might like what he saw. No. I`m not gay. I`m not a fucking faggot. My father raised me right. Uthur Pendragon would never raise a gay son. I`m not gay. But he had to look. He had to. Just a peak.

He knew it was a mistake the second he laid eyes on it. The last picture he took was of Merlin's face as he reached climax. His eyes closed, his mouth open in ecstasy. Arthur could almost hear him. Could almost taste him.

"Arthur! Oh... oh... ! HOLY SHIT ARTHUR. I`m nearly there. Oh my God, ngh, ARTHUR!"

Arthur had slid down into his boxers. He pulled them down with the other hand, palming himself as he went. Merlin's imaginary moans were making pre-come leak from him as he began to pump his cock furiously.

"Arthur baby, oh Arthur I'm going to... going to..." He couldn't control himself. He was tipping over the edge. Memories were mixing with fantasies as he stroked himself violently, desperately, imagining Merlin's tight ass around him. He imagined hitting Merlin's prostate, the noises he would make, how he would buck his hips against him in a way Gwen never did.

"Come for me Merlin," he whispered hoarsely. "Come for me..."

"Yes yes oh yes ARTHUR!" He was coming, he was coming for him and only him. "ARTHUUUUUR!"

Arthur collapsed onto the bed, spent and sobbing. What is happening to me?

The next day, the tormenting started.

Merlin's POV

Merlin was happy. Really happy. He looked at himself in the mirror, surprised by the change he saw. His face was slightly flushed, his eyes more alert, and he was happy. Wow, all this from sex? I should do that more often. Chuckling to himself, he left the house, fully ready to face the day. Sure, school wasn't great (it wasn't like he had many friends) but people were civil to him. That was enough for now. Unfortunately, this was the day that changed.

It started fairly innocently. Something hit him as he walked through the gate; an empty water bottle. Well that was weird. He looked around but no one seemed to be paying attention to him. Must have been a mistake. He kept walking.

He couldn't find Will and Freya. He had a study period first thing and they normally sat together, finishing up any homework they had neglected to do. He stood around for about ten minutes, eventually deciding to head off alone. They must have been busy doing something (each other, he joked to himself). He sat in the rec room, spread his books out on the table and finished his maths homework. It was unusually quiet in there. No one was chatting away, no one had music playing, no couple were eating the faces off each other. In fact everyone seemed to focused on... him. He looked up, startled to find that everyone in the room was looking right at him. Staring at him. Then they started whispering.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was a bitter, cold sound; the sound of rumors, sneers, half-truths and downright lies. Whatever they thought he'd done, it wasn't positive. He could feel his face flushing scarlet, eventually becoming so uncomfortable he had to leave. Someone tripped him as he moved towards the door. He didn't turn to see who.

The corridors were populated, and he got no better treatment there then he had in the room. People were looking at him, leering at him, and they weren't a quiet here. He could here snatches of what they said now.

"Homo... dirty queer... faggot... faggot... faggot."

Merlin felt himself paling and his clutch on his books tightened. How the hell do they know? He had never told anyone. Unless Gwaine... No, Gwaine wouldn't do that. Would he? Merlin honestly didn't know. That's when Will and Freya came running around the corner carrying piles of crumpled paper.

"Merlin! Bathroom, now!" Freya grabbed him and swung him through the door into the thankfully empty men's room. Will slammed the door shut and they both turned to Merlin; their eyes wide and confused.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Freya looked hurt, almost accusing.

"Tell you what?" Merlin tried to keep his composure, but he could feel his hard exterior crumbling away. They knew. Everyone knew. His life was over.

"Merlin, it's ok. We're your friends, we're here for you. But," Will bit his lip, "I can't say the same for everyone else." Merlin could barely hold back his tears.

"How... how did you find out?" His friends glanced at each other. Frowning sadly, Freya handed him one of the papers they were both carrying. Gingerly, Merlin held it in his shaking hands. It was a flyer. Now that he looked properly, he could see they were carrying dozens of them. Whatever they were, they must have been posted all around the school. Then he looked. He really looked. It was a photograph, a photograph of... of him and Gwaine. No no no this isn't happening. It was them. Together. Having sex. Someone took pictures of them having sex. It was captioned too, big red letters.

DIRTY FAGGOT.

AN: Tha tha tha tha that's all folks! I hope you liked it. I apologize to any guys who are annoyed at my inability to write male masturbation scenes; I'm a teenage girl, what do you expect. As always, follow/fav/review/love me/comfort me/let me sacrifice you to satan/etc. Love you all, until we meet again mes amis!