Diclaimer: I don't Merlin, because if I would... Heh...
AN: English isn't my mother language and not even my second, so please show me my mistakes!:) I will try to improve, because this is my first experience, and I know that many things are wrong...
Mordred is back, with a plan how to make Merlin his, and he doesn't intend to back down...
"I really schould have stayed at the castle. Helping Gaius certainly doesn't sound as bad as this all!" Merlin made a motion with his hand.
"Stop your whining and for once in your pathetic life, be a man!" came an annoyed sound from Arthurs direction, who wasn't in his best mood. Hell, the prince wanting nothing more than just destroy all stags in this damned forest!
Even the brave knights, who didn't fear anything in this world decided that it would be for the best, if the left the blond alone. The only ones who didn't twitch every time as Arthurs hand moved to his sword, were Merlin and Mordred. Merlin, because he saw the prince in such a state at least twice a day and Mordred... Well, he was Mordred, and this is a explanation enough.
"Just admit that you lost and we can go home!" Merlin sounded almost pleading.
"Yes..." came a weak agreement from the knights.
"Silence!" barked Arthur, glaring at his most trusted men.
Merlin rolled his eyes, cursing their destiny. But since he did it every day, he was sure that the destiny didn't mind. No, this time it wasn't this whole "one-coin" story, but the way how everything possible, thinkable and unthinkable trouble always found it's way to him and Arthur. Because really, how high would the chance be, that a stag(!) took all their possesions with it? And their horses? Was it a plot made by the animals to punish the men, who kill their art just for pleasure? They at least could have spared Merlin, who never wanted to do any harm to them, so the horses could have taken him with them! But no, their revenge was blind, and so Merlin found himself standing in the middle of the forest, lost and hungry.
"We will find this stag, even if I have to kill all of them!" darkly promised Arthur, making Uther proud.
Kilgharrah won't be happy to hear that even thought the sorcery was allowed in Camelot again, the new king harbored a deep hartred for stags.
"Oh, sire..." Merlin shook his head, trying to surprass the "face-palm", which of course wasn't known back then.
"Are your hunting trips always so... amusing?" the sorcerer jumped at the sound of Mordreds voice.
"I don't need your sarcasm here!" huffed Merlin, refusing to look at the druid.
Mordred frowned, suddenly looking thoughtfull. Of course he was the one to blame for all this, but the dark-haired male hoped for another result. He wasn't really sure what he hoped to achieve, but not that.
"Look, it is back!" Arthur cried out, pointing at something in the woods.
"Dear God, I think I see King Uther..." whispered one knight to the other.
"Sire, it could be just an..." tried Merlin to bring something normal to the conversation, but was ignored.
"Follow it!" ordered Arthur and was the first one to run.
The knights looked up to the sky, but neither of them found the "inner rebell", so they ran after their eager prince.
"Won't you go after him?" Mordred asked, trying to guess what Emrys next move would be. Somehow it was rather disturbing, that he couldn't predict it. It was... tempting and strangely arousing.
The druis wanted to know everything about Emrys, refusing to share this knowledge with anyone else. His relationship with Emrys was something different.
"Even Arthurs stupidy won't make him run after the poor animal... for too long," added Merlin with an afterthought.
Just then he realized to whom he was complaining about the blonde prince. Maybe it wasn't such a great move to let the quiet druid see this side of Arthur...
"Go on, I am listening," Mordred couldn't surpras an amused smirk, no matter how much effort he put into it.
"You have to forgive me that I don't trust a person, who tried to kill us for years!" the sarcasm was dripping from Merlins voice.
"Arthur. He was the only one I ever tried to eliminate," the blue gaze got intense.
Merlin couldn't stop himself from licking his lips and feeling a wave of warmth spreading in his body. Mordred watched the movement of Emrys' tounge, feeling desire filling him. Trying to control his urge to ravish the dark-haired male seemed useless, and if he was honest with himself, he didn't even want to stop.
"Why are you coming closer? What is your hand doing on my shoulder? Wh..." Merlin voice was high-pitched and almost hysterical.
Without saying a word, Mordred put his mouth on the other man lips, experiencing a pleasure, which he never felt before. He couldn't claim that he was pure, but every other person, the... activities with them, felt like nothing, compared to Emrys. The raw power between them was enticing and felt so well... So right.
Because his blue eyes were open, he had seen the dark blush forming on the cheeks of the sorcerer, as the druid gritted his hips against the other one. The dark triumph went unnoticed, as Merlin, at first hestiant, but then even more and more eager, answered the kiss.
"The stag must have magic!" they heard a voice and the whole moment was ruined as Merlin pushed Mordred away.
"Arthur?" asked Merlin, trying to calm down.
"Merl... Why is your helper lying in the bush?"
"He wanted to rest."
"In the bush?"
"You ran after a stag, sire!"
"A stag, who obviously has magic!"
The knights, who spend the last twenty minutes following a stag, just looked at each other, trying to convince themselfes, that this all is just a dream...
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