Bonus Entry for the Fuck or Die / Apocalypse Round

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Prompt: Last Supper

Pairing: Arthur/Merlin

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"No. Really? That's your last request?"

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm not laughing, Merlin, I'm just... I don't know. Surprised? I didn't even know you liked men."

They lie in a field, side by side in silence, watching the stars fall from the sky, their glowing red tails sputtering in the night. It's the most spectacular thing Arthur has ever, ever seen, and that includes tits.

Trust bloody Morgana to kill the whole world just to get at him. It's a bit excessive, Arthur thinks. God, he's hungry.

If he'd known the world was about to end, he'd have had something nicer than stewed lamb for supper three days ago, when everything started going to shit, beginning with the earthquake which leveled Camelot. Maybe stewed lamb with potatoes. Or maybe stewed lamb with potatoes and-

Merlin sighs quietly. "It's not that I like men, it's just that there has always been... something. Between us." He rises up on his elbow, and Arthur can feel Merlin's eyes touch his face like tentative fingers.

"I don't know what you mean," Arthur says, but of course he does. He might be weakened with hunger but he's not an idiot.

"It's just. Sometimes you look at me like you really see me and you. And you like me."

Arthur considers lying about it, but then a huge explosion lights up the horizon, and the ground beneath them shakes so hard, his teeth rattle with it. He decides not to bother.

"Yeah, all right. It's basically your mouth."

Merlin frowns, perplexed. "My mouth."

Arthur hums and looks at the mouth in question. Under scrutiny, it parts, glistening orange, reflecting the apocalyptic sky show. "It says the most ridiculous things, it's smart and talks back all the time. It never shuts up. And to top it off, it's. Well. You have the mouth of a woman, Merlin, all pretty bow on top and pouty all the time." Arthur draws the shape of it in the air with his finger to illustrate his point.

Merlin's eyes are soft. "I do?"

Arthur grins. "So maybe it's not such a bad last request after all."

He lifts his big hand to Merlin's scrawny neck and pulls down gently until their lips meet in a soft press as the sky caves in around them.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.