Author's notes: Do I really need to tell you that I do not own Merlin? I think we all know by now that the show doesn't belong to me

Love Me Back To Life, Celine Dion

It happened suddenly. Arthur was on his way to meet a friend he had talked to the night before. He genuinely thought that this guy would bring him somewhere in his search. They had talked all night yesterday and the King could feel he was getting close to something. They were supposed to meet to talk some more when Arthur felt it.

It started in his arms. In a matter of second he felt cold, freezing. He pulled his hands closer to his body, trying to collect some warmth. His fingers had become numb and he did not feel them as he moved them frantically. Breathing was hard, as if the air did not have enough oxygen in it. His vision started to tunnel and he became dizzy. The King tried to catch himself on something, anything. He reached out and found only the ground. When had he fallen? He was lying on the floor holding him up in a half seated position, resting his weight on his arms. He held a hand to his throat, panting, desperate for air. The world around him turned dark. The King was blinking badly, trying to get some of his vision back.

He opened his eyes and his mouth filled with water. Panicked he stood up as fast as he could, rising out of a pool of water. The clothes on his back were heavy with dampness. His trembling legs gave in as he fell face first. He kicked and pushed his arms around trying get back to the surface. He found himself holding up on all fours, his body barely out of the water. Arthur took this moment to catch his breath. He looked at the water trickle down his damp hair. He observed his arms and chest. Why was he in armor? When was the last time he wore the cape of Camelot?

Something shinning on at the bottom of the lake got his attention. His sword was inches away from his hands. He had not seen the sword since Camlann. Quickly, he grabbed it, using it to pull himself up into a standing position.

From what he could see around him, Arthur had found himself in the middle of a very shallow lake. The shore was not too far. He started to slowly walk towards it, stumbling every few steps. There was a tall building by the water, taller than his castle had been. It was completely square with many windows and more doors that seemed useful. A metal staircase brought to the doors on every level.

A loud noise came from the road near the shore. It was accompanied by something passing by at a speed Arthur could not believe. It happened again. This time he paid attention. It seemed to be a giant metal armor moving on what could only be called wheels. It must have been the cars people have told him about. And if there were cars on the shore of the lake it meant that Arthur was in the modern world. The thought made him smirk. That couldn't possibly be. He closed his hand, jamming his nails into his skin. He could feel pain. The King was definitely back into the world of the living.

The blonde moved faster as he saw the shore. Someone was sitting on a rock by the water. Eyes closed the figure held a red piece of material in his hands. His thumb going over the golden pattern imbrued in it, carefully outlining the dragon symbol.

Arthur would recognize that stupid face anywhere; Merlin. He smiled as he ran up to his best friend. After all this time, he finally saw him again. He kneeled down and embraced him. Startled Merlin opened his eyes

"Arthur" the wizard whispered. Hearing his name pronounced by his long lost friend touched him deeply. How he had missed him. He took a moment to appreciate the face he had searched for during the past centuries. Merlin hadn't changed much. He was thinner somehow, if that was even possible. But his smile was still pure. His stupid ears had not change and he still wore that ridiculous scarf. His dark blue eyes remained fascinatingly deep. His lips… his lips were on his own.

Arthur froze as he realized what was happening. Merlin was kissing him. Lips so soft upon his own, it was so special. Was his heart beating faster? The King couldn't understand what he was doing. All he knew is that when Merlin wrapped his arms around his neck he lost control of reason. His body was acting on its own, driven by the lust that had been lurking deeply in his subconscious. He took grab of Merlin's waist, pulling the wizard's body closer. A hot tongue found its way to his own, dancing together passionately. There was something more in that kiss, a desperate want. Arthur felt fingers tighten in his back, pulling onto his clothes. Shivers went down his body, all his nerves on high alert. Merlin's hands were everywhere, moving frantically from his back to his hair. The sensation of nails rubbing against his scalp was more than he could take.

Arthur had been passive for far too long now. He moved his hand from Merlin's waist to his neck, exploring the sides of his chest on his way up. He could feel his friend moan in his mouth. He placed one hand in his hair, pulling on it softly, making the wizard's mouth open wider. Arthur used that opportunity to take control of the kiss, beating Merlin's tongue into submission. He pulled the other's body closer, leaving no space between them. Merlin fell of the rock he was previously sitting on and was now kneeling with his King.

Arthur pulled at Merlin's hair once more, forcing him to expose the tender flesh of his collar. The blond kissed his way down his servant's neck, frustrated at his limited access. The stupid scarf was in his way. Arthur had never liked that scarf anyway.

He was undoing the knot, ready to untie it when he heard another loud noise. Another car passed by, reminding him of where they were. The two men were being very intimate very publically. He was being intimate with Merlin. That thought only was enough to make the King blush. It never occurred to him, but it felt so right. He hesitated, not wanting to stop nibbling on those taunting earlobes but also shy of the location in which they stood. Merlin pulled back from his body. By the look in his eyes, Arthur knew Merlin had understood his worry. "Come" he whispered, "over here".

The warlock grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the buildings he had seen from the lake. The King followed. He rubbed his thumb along the guiding hand that was pulling him closer. Merlin squeezed his fingers and smiled at him. Arthur could only look at those dark wet lips he had be plastered too only seconds ago. The distance between their bodies was torturing the blond. Where were they heading anyway? Arthur did not care. As long as he was with Merlin it would be fine.

They crossed the street, never letting breaking their lust filled gazed. The blond pulled the brunet in closer. Just one more kiss, it wasn't that bad. People kissed all the time. This wasn't public indecency.

Oh but it was, it certainly was for the way he kissed Merlin was all but decent. The King couldn't get enough. With every taste he wanted more, deepening their embrace as every their caresses got dangerously passionate.

Merlin smiled in their kiss. "So impatient" he said with a deep lust filled voice. "We are almost there." Merlin broke them apart once more, leaving Arthur on a note of want. They climbed the stares to one of the doors on the building. Stairs were a bad idea, the blond thought. The king's view was painful as he saw Merlin's seductive hips swayed with every step forward. Yes, stairs were definitely a bad idea. He strongly suspected that Merlin was doing it on purpose. The smirk on the warlock's face as he turned towards him was all the evidence he needed.

The brunet went through is pocket and Arthur couldn't help but to stare at the movement of his hand. Soon, but not soon enough, a door was unlocked. The King did not wait for it to close before he was back onto his friend, hands wandering along his side. He heard a smack as Merlin was the one left to close the door. That gave him an idea. The blond pushed his fellow forward, slamming him against the door. Merlin was immobile, trapped between the wall and his body. He was prisoner of Arthur's want, and that made the King happy.

It was time for that damn scarf to come off. He did not wait a second to attack the desired flesh, nibbling along the sensitive nerve. Merlin moaned loudly. "Arthur". The sound of his name, pronounced with so much lust and desire made his go crazy. Never had his name sound so good. The blonde's hands wrapped around his friend's waist, crawled up his body, enjoying all the parts he could touch. His fingers rested where Merlin's shirt ran short. The warmth of skin was overpowering. They needed to get very naked very fast. Arthur pulled on the collar of Merlin's shirt, desperate to have access to more skin. The warlock locked his fingers in Arthur's back, running them under his armor. Arthur could feel the nails rub against his muscular back. He did not control the sounds coming out of him, breathing a moan onto the sorcerer's shoulder. He brought his hand to the front of Merlin, passing his hands over his abs. Warm skin. That was all he could think of; wanting more warm skin. Merlin lifted his arms, allowing Arthur to pull off the shirt.

The warlock pushed his King forward, dragging him into the other room. That cape was becoming seriously cumbersome as it slowed his movement. He untied it, letting fall to the ground with a loud thud. As soon as it hit the ground, Arthur was grateful he had removed it. Merlin's hands were desperate, finding their ways through the armor. The servant knew it by heart for he had done and undone it thousands of times. He could find all the cracks and holes that would bring him to the skin he seek. He knew the strings to pull to untie it efficiently.

As Merlin undressed the King, Arthur began to explore the wizard's body. He needed to touch, to touch it all; his arms, his back, his chest. He pushed him forward until they hit something. Together they fell on what seemed to be a bed. Merlin crawled on top of him and Arthur did not complain. He admired the view he had in front of him. His servant was undressing the last parts of his top, throwing the now useless pieces of clothing off the bed.

Impatient Arthur pulled Merlin close to him, reuniting their mouths in a sensual kiss. He lifted his hips, pushing them deeper into his servant's waist. He could feel Merlin's hardness through his pants. His hands found their way to the warlock's arse, massaging the cheeks. The sounds coming out of Merlin was enough to make Arthur blush with desire. The sorcerer tentatively placed his fingers under his waistband. He breathed out in a pant. Merlin's fingers sent shivers down Arthur's body. It was so relieving, yet ended so short of where he truly wanted to be touched. In a faint whisper, he pronounced the wizard's name.

He rolled over, finding himself on top of his servant. Thrusting teasingly, Arthur kissed along Merlin's body, licking the outlines of the sensitive path. He stopped to nibble on the erected nipples. Hands found their ways into the blonde's hair as their owner moaned in pleasure.

The sound that came out of Merlin pulled at Arthur's groin. They needed to get fully naked and that had to happen fast or he was going to lose his mind. He pulled his trousers off and then attacked Merlin's with his mouth, unbuttoning the front with his teeth. As he detached the man's pants, the blonde looked up to the brunet. The signed pleased him. Merlin was panting heavily, hands grasping the sheets as his back arched. He pulled off his pants, exposing his swollen member desperate for attention. But Arthur denied it such attention for the wait was worth the reward. He kissed the inside of the brunet's thighs, enjoying the shivers he caused with his work. He briefly liked along the sensitive vain before engulfing the head in his mouth. All the air in Merlin was released in one moan. The tease was too much. Arthur moved slowly along his erection, causing the poor Merlin to move his hips forward into his mouth, desperate for satisfaction. "Now look who's impatient" the blond mocked.

"Please- Arthur- I ca-" he whimpered. His speech rendered incoherent by the pleasure he reserved. The blonde took pity on his companion, satisfying him properly. He started to hum around the member as he moved his head up and down. Arthur suddenly regretted not realizing his desires for his servant earlier. The fun they could have had in Camelot.

He stopped as he heard movement coming from above him. Merlin pulled Arthur up by the neck, kissing him deeply. He gave him a small bottle of clear liquid. He looked at it perplex.

"Lubricant" Merlin explained. He squeezed some of it in the blonde's hands and forced Arthur to rub in onto himself, folding his hand around the King's. He wiggled back under Arthur, spreading himself open to him. Luckily the blonde didn't notice Merlin's eyes flash gold as he used a spell to spread himself. He was too eager to wait for the foreplay.

Arthur was gentle, afraid of hurting Merlin. He pushed in slowly. The King was impatient, wanting more and wanting it fast, but his care for his former servant was greater than his needs. He was now fully engulfed inside the warlock, waiting for a response to tell him it was okay to proceed. He kissed the brunet tenderly, moving slightly as he felt nails scratch up his back and down his neck. Merlin pushed his hips forward, meeting Arthur with his thrusts. His body's sensations were driving him mad. It was becoming hard to remember how to breathe as every exhale resembled more of a grunted moan. The body beneath him was trembling in pleasure. Merlin wrapped his legs around the King's waist and screamed as the new position allowed Arthur to hit his prostate. The blonde noticed the change in his partner. He knew he was at a right angle and started to thrust madly, unsure of how long he could last. The pressure was building up, begging for release. He grabbed the brunet's erection and began to pump, desperate for his friend to cum with him.

Merlin's hands were tangled in blonde locks as he kissed the figure above him. Between each kiss he moaned the King's name as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. "Arthur, Ar-thur, A-arthur" he repeatedly whispered. That name was his lifeline, keeping his sane when the pleasure was making him mad. He looked at the face he had missed so long, kissing it deeply as he got lost in the light blue eyes staring back at him.

The sound of his name pronounced with desperate desires was all it took to drive the King over the edge. He released with one last great thrust as he bit onto the sorcerer's neck. He laid on top of the brunet, exhausted.

Feeling Arthur's release inside him was more than enough for Merlin. To know that his King had cum for him, in him, Merlin could barely hold his own release. And then Arthur bit his neck, it was all he needed to cum, spilling out all over his chest and in the blonde's hand.

They laid together, one on top of the other, living out the waves of their orgasm. Merlin lightly traced the define paths of his muscular back with his lazy fingers. He locked his fingers in the blonde locks of hair, gleefully smiling at how soft it was. They both patiently enjoyed the after sex bliss, happy to be with the one another.

Arthur rolled off Merlin and onto his back. The wizard came and snuggled his head under his shoulder. Of course Merlin was the cuddle type. He was such a girl. Secretly he was glad his friend was a cuddler because he wasn't ready to admit it, but he liked it. He thought about what had just happened as he drifted into slumber. Was it the best sex he ever had? No, no it wasn't. It had been rushed and sloppy. Corner had been cut short. Most of the time Arthur hadn't knew what he was doing. But it was good sex. It was good because it held the promise of what it could have been. If the need and the want hadn't driven them to act so fast, they could have turned the night into the best of all nights. That is why it had been great, because by moments, the King could feel the all the potential in their caresses. It wasn't the best, but somehow, he knew that together, they could have the best. Next time he would make sure it was.