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I really couldn't believe myself. Honestly, what was wrong with me? Still, I walked through the castle easily making my way from my chambers -shared with Gaius- to Mordred's chambers. After the meeting Mordred kept asking me all sorts of questions for hours. It was difficult answering him mentally and Arthur verbally so I'd ended up promising to explain the whole thing over dinner. Thus I ended up here knocking on the door to Mordred's chambers, where I would soon be sitting at a table, across from the man destined to kill Arthur as I explained how we came to give the Disir an answer that would hopefully save Mordred and keep the Kingdom from tearing itself apart.

Flinging the door open with almost festive glee was Mordred. I caught the split second look of pure delight before the boy schooled his face to much more socially appropriate level of happiness.

"Come in Merlin,"

Following Mordred to the table I was much more excited about good food than I should have been.

Between eating and explain all the had happened with the Disir I looked around the room. It was as simple as Lancelot's had been, and much cleaner that Gwaine's had ever been. Mordred had a bed -at least twice the size of mine- a half empty bookshelf -with more pine cones and plants than books-, a chest of drawers, an armor and weapon rack stuffed into the far corner, and cupboard next to a small iron stove under the window -which was shuttered and locked.

"So it was your idea?" Mordred asked softly sounding amazed.

Most of dinner had been finished off ages ago though I kept picking at scarps as I spoke, and finally the tale had wound down to Mordred's newest job as teacher of the old religion to the King.

"You don't have to sound so surprised," I frowned as the druid, who blushed.

"I'm sorry it's just. . . . " Mordred trailed off looking shamed. "I thought you hated me, I didn't think you'd talk to the King and well. . . ."

There he was again, being all cute and likable. "I don't hate you," I confessed, hating myself for the way my body reacted when Mordred looked up at me through his impossibly long eyelashes. Seriously what sort of man had lashes like that? Sighing more to myself I had to look away. "I didn't trust, I'm still not sure if I do trust you actually."

"Wha-why not?" Came Mordred indigent demand as he slammed his hands on the small table.

Giving the druid a look I tried to consider just how much to tell him. But I soon had to look away, without really looking my eyes scanned the almost military room, the only stuff that caught my eye was armor and cloak. I focused on the cloak, Camelot red and gold, part of me wanted to tell him all of it. Here was someone that knew of my magic like Lancelot had, it had been quite some time since I talked as openly with someone as I had with Lancelot.

Still though, there was that slight chance that Mordred was still on a path that meant he would one day kill Arthur. That in mind I held myself back.

"Are you really questioning the Great Emrys?" I asked only half joking.

For a moment Mordred looked worried then he looked at me and I knew he could tell I was joking when he smiled. "I thought you were 'Just Merlin',"

Shrugging I just took another bite, picking at more scraps. Silence fell between, I was wondering if Mordred had left the top of his shirt undone on purpose. After all I could see down his shirt every time the boy leaned forward.

The silence didn't last much longer when Mordred, looking very embarrassed, opened his mouth again. "I've been meaning. . . ."

Please don't bring up what I think you're about to bring up I silently begged trying to swallow the food in my mouth before Mordred said something that made me choke.

"I was wondering if you maybe. . . ."

Gods the poor boy was so red in the face he looked about ready to catch fire.

"-Yes I heard," It was surprisingly easy to take pity on young Mordred when he looked that mortified. "If I'm right the first time was four days after you were knighted."

It was almost cute watching the normally collected Mordred looking so very embarrassed. Glancing at his lips I badly wanted to know what my name would sound like spilling from them out loud and I hated myself for the thought.

Sure, the future has many paths but what one were we one? Was Mordred still destined to kill Arthur or had I managed to change that with the Disir? The boy was amazing at confusing matters just by existing.

"Don't look so embarrassed," I spoke mind-to-mind when I couldn't bring myself to say the words. "It was. . . . Quite arousing." I told him unable to stop myself.

Mordred looked at me from under his lashes again but there was a certain type of heat to his gaze a look that made me lick my lips while watching Mordred bite his. I could feel my dick growing hard as my pant became uncomfortable tight.

"Are you just playing with me Emrys?"

Biting back a joke about still having clothes on, then another joke about planning to actually play with him later I settled on asking "Is that what want then? For me to play with you?"

For a whole second Mordred looked to be considering something then with a clatter of plates he threw himself across the top of the table to connect our lips. I didn't even think about it I just kissed him back.

"This is wrong," I told him.

"Emrys,"

"How old are you? 17? 18? God I've got about eight years on you!"

Mordred let out a soft growl that turned me on more than it should have. "Emrys."

"We should stop," I told him as I tangled my figures in his hair.

I could feel the little shit smile against my lips.

"Emrys," He moaned my name that time.

"This is still so wrong,"

"Emrys, I'm 19, almost 20."

It took me a longer than it should have to figure out the math "Fine six years older," I informed Mordred as I tilted my head, dropping one hand to the back of his neck. After all 19 was whole worlds better 17, it was still a six year difference but 19 years old was acceptable.

"Has anyone ever told you that you think to much?"

I couldn't help laughing at that, "I dare you to tell Arthur that."

Mordred pulled his lips from mine then. "You know, it's very hard to kiss you when you keep worrying like that."

"Get used to it," I grumbled pulling Mordred's lips back to mine. Everything about Mordred made me like him more, and everything I liked about him made me hate myself because I still wasn't sure if I could trust him. And all of this made for a very confusing mess but then again what part of my life wasn't a confusing mess these days? Besides, kissing Mordred was amazing.

"Emrys,"

"I swear if you call me Emrys once more I'll never kiss you again." I threatened even though I had no intention of stopping anytime soon whether Mordred called me Emrys or anything else for that matter.

"Merlin," The druid breathed against my lips.

That turned me on a lot more than it should have, I had to remind myself of the six year difference in age. Not that it helped much.

With a low growl I nipped at his lips and deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue into Mordred's mouth I had to pull back after a moment though. Mordred was gasping as if he'd forgotten how breathing worked. Something told me he had forgotten about breathing.

It was painfully cute how innocent he seemed in that moment. How could he kill a King when the boy couldn't even remember to breath while snogging?

"Come on," I dragged Mordred from his seat to the good sized bed and even made him sit on my lap. He didn't seem to mind at all as he kissed every bit of my face that he could reach. I could feel magic buzzing, every kiss was like sparks between us and I couldn't tell who was doing it. Probably both, or maybe just me.

Cheeks, "Merlin."

Nose, "Merlin."

Jaw, "Merlin."

"You know I've got six years on you right?" I tucked my face into the crook where his neck met his shoulder breathing deeply. The boy smelt of sweat, chainmail, and the forest.

"Closer to five years," He kissed my ears. "And either way, I don't care."

More sparks.

"You'll have to teach Arthur because of me."

"Good."

I laughed at that and felt Mordred smile as he kissed my neck.

"I don't share well with other." I tried hands grabbing Mordred's hips.

"Neither do I," He kissed down my neck, hands fighting with the knot of my neckerchief.

I groaned my hands flexing where I held the druid vaguely awe of how the candles were starts to dance crazily and how sparks of magic began filling the air.

"You should stop," I warned him, grinding my hips up against his without thinking.

"Don't want to,"

"Cheek little shit," I bit down lightly on his collar bone then.

"Merlin," he was moaning my name out loud.

I really should leave before something happened. And by something I mean sex; I mean me fucking Mordred until the poor knight wouldn't be able to stand up the next morning when he had training.

"Again," Instead I was almost begging him to do it again as my lips and teeth went on a quest for the druid's tattoo that I knew was somewhere on his chest.

"Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," That last 'Merlin' filled both my ears and mind. Mordred ground his hips roughly against mine, he wrapped his arms around me, his fingernails digging at my back and shoulders.

Placing a hand on the small of his back the other reached between us to palm Mordred's covered cock. Gods how was this boy so beautiful? Eye's half lidded with lust, his fluffy dark hair a mess, cheeks and chest equally flushed, just looking at him was making me harder than it should. I bucked my hips up against his, Mordred's shirt had fallen open in such a way I could now easily find the tattoo I so wanted to kiss and nip.

So I leaned up and lightly dragged my teeth over the coloured flesh leaving a trail of magical sparks in my wake.

"Merlin!"

"Should I stop? You sound like you're having a hard time breathing."

"Checky older shit," The druid was panting breathlessly. "If you stop I'm going to flip and table."

I laughed against his flesh. "Don't know, feels like you might anyways."

The boy sagged sighing against my neck, "Merlin," He spoke right into my ear and my cock twitched in my breeches. "Merlin, please."

With just a flash of gold I had both of our pants falling undone, the hand on Mordred's back took better hold of the boy as the hand between us took both our cocks in hand. I butted my head against his chest when he tried to curl into me.

"Let me see you,"

He obliged me, a pair of strong hands gripped my shoulders tight enough to bruise as Mordred thrust into my hand. His pale blue eyes had gotten the most beautiful ring of golded colour around the outside, I'd bet mine had too. Around us the air was full of magic, sparks and colours dancing in the air, candles burned brighter than they should, the flames taking on the shape of joining bodies, the bed, table, even the wardrobe and stove shuddered and shook as if wanting to fly.

I ignored it all though, opting to nuzzling Mordred's jaw I enjoyed the strange mix of chainmail with forest that was Mordred.

"Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," His voice was even better in person. With practiced movements I worked our cocks together, the pad of my thumb dragging over the head of Mordred's dripping dick.

"Mordred," I begged biting down on his tattoo. Such a cute boy, he came in my hand. The small strangled moans that spilled from Mordred's lips were all I needed to cum to.

My handed continued without need of my brain, which was good, as my brain was hung up on Mordred at the moment. It was dizzying to notice that we'd fallen back on the bed and that Mordred had fallen on top of me, I didn't mind though, kind of liked it actually. Maybe one day he could ride me.

I quickly and violently shut that line of thinking down.

Mordred was a boy. He was 19, I was 25, he was a druid and I was Emrys. There was so much wrong with this. I was taking advantage of him! God Arthur was going to kill me, and when he found out that I was Emrys Arthur would kill me at least three more times.

Then Mordred rolled off me to lay at my side, his head on my shoulder, tilled just enough to kiss my skin, he tangling our fingers together with one hand while his free hand traced the veins under my skin. Then he looked up at me with those stupidly long lashes and smiled as if this moment was the best moment of his life.

I hand to cover my eyes with my free arm because I really didn't want to let go of his hand.

I let out a sigh that sounded an awful lot like "Fuck," and Mordred stiffened. Of course he was afraid that I'd regret this, call it a mistake -which is was- say we never should have done it -we really shouldn't have- and say it was never going to happen again -it should.

What I did say though was: "I'm in love with you." Out loud, with words, that other people could hear.

Which was just me making a bigger mess but it was also at least 82% true.

I didn't have to look at Mordred to know he was at least 28 times happier now than he had been five minutes ago, I could just feel in the way the boy kissed my shoulder.

Thank you for reading, a few notes: one Mordred is supposed to be around 10 during season one, because of time skips between season it has been 9 years from season one to season five. This means that Mordred would be 19. Merlin on the other hand a lot looser, we do have a hint for Merlin's age thanks to Kilgharrah's opening narration which changed from "young boy" in season 3 to "young man" in season 4, this means the between those season he would have likely turned 21 if we go under the assumption that 21 is the age at which a boy becomes a man. This means with time skips he would be 25 at the youngest to 27, I'm going with 25. Making Merlin 6 years older than Mordred. Not a lot but enough to make Merlin uncomfortable with the age difference.

Moving on to age of consent: where I live you can consent to have sex at 18, for the purpose of this story I'm going to say it's the same here. Historically the age would have been closer to 15, but BBC tried to keep it more modern in some respects so I'm going to do the same.

TLDR: Merlin is 25, Mordred is 19, age of consent is 18.

I based the ages off of posts from: mordredmerlinon tumblr/MordredsAge and from: archiveofourown /works/1454269/chapters/3062638

Anyways, reviews! Mersan123, thank you again as always for the review, and you are right Uthers hatred of magic infected a lot of people, a lot of them grew up hearing nothing but bad thing about magic too. That's gonna be explored more and more as Arthur works to change the laws. You know, when Merlin and Mordred aren't exploring each other. :D

That's about it for now, next updates are planned for Friday and Monday.

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