A/N: (naughty giggle)

Chapter 11: 'Back in My Day…(naughty giggle)'

The sun showed brightly, streaming in through the room and shining on his face. Arthur blinked his eyes open, staring forward. He watched the dust flicker around in the light, dancing softly in front of his eyes. The events of the past several days filled his mind and he sighed wearily. He turned, looking behind him, to see Merlin cuddled up against his side, arm thrown casually around his waist. He felt his servant's hand resting against his skin and blushed.

Glancing down he realized he was shirtless, bandages wrapped across his chest. His eyes strayed from the bandages to the hand, hanging casually against his abdomen, and a certain memory flashed through his mind.

Merlin's hand ran across his torso, flowing upwards to his nipple and rubbing gently.

Arthur coughed awkwardly. His eyes followed up the hand, to an arm, and finally focused on a chest. A naked chest. Merlin lay behind him, shirtless as well. A bandage wrapped across his stomach and Arthur furrowed his brows in confusion. And embarrassment. He could feel head emanating off of Merlin's torso. He blushed.

A part of him wanted to burst out of the bed, leaving behind the feelings currently rushing through him, and another part of him wanted to settle down in the comfort and warmth of the mattress. However, all of him really wanted something to eat.

Arthur looked around hopefully, a small part of him thinking that food might magically appear if he tried hard enough. Naturally, nothing happened. Arthur groaned and sat up. Well, he tried to. The arm around his waist tightened and he let out an irritated grunt.

"Merlin." He growled, turning to look at the other boy. He was still unconscious, though a small frown graced his features. "Oi, let go of me." He grumbled, yanking the arm from its hold; Merlin just rolled over, nestling into his pillows and letting out a contented sigh. "Idiot." Arthur mumbled, leaving the security of the bed and exiting the room.

"Ah, sire, you're awake." Gaius said cheerfully, greeting him in the common room.

"Yes. Thank you for taking care of me." Arthur said clumsily. He was never very good at articulating his gratitude.

"It's no problem at all. Breakfast?" The elderly man asked kindly. He held up a bowl of something that looked whole heartedly unappetizing. "It's best not to eat too heavily after being injured." He said, noting the prince's repulsed look. Arthur nodded abashedly, sitting down at the table and picking up a spoon, examining the food cautiously. "Oatmeal." Gaius said, getting back to whatever he'd been working on.

"Of course." Arthur muttered, taking a hesitant bite. It didn't taste too horrible and he continued to eat, trying not to be rude. "Gaius." He suddenly said. The elderly man turned to him curiously. "What's wrong with Merlin?" Arthur realized that he hadn't really given the boy much thought. He'd been a little too…self absorbed.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd ask." Gaius said. Arthur felt a little abashed. "He seems to have battled a Serket. He was dosed with some Serket venom but he'll be alright."

"A Serket?" Arthur exclaimed. "How did the idiot come across a Serket?"

"It seems," There was something in Gaius' voice as he turned towards him that told Arthur he'd soon be regretting his question. "That he ran by one when he was in the woods, looking for you."

"Ah." The prince felt like a royal prat. "I suppose I owe him my thanks."

"Yes you do." Gaius agreed.

"Do you know when he'll get better?" He asked, concerned.

"Only time will tell." The man said voice weary. Arthur knew how Gaius looked onto Merlin as a son. It must be very hard for him.

"I'm sure he'll be up and causing trouble in no time." Arthur said, bringing a fond smile to the physician's face. "Do you, by any chance, know what happened to me?" He asked curiously, feeling somewhat troubled and confused by his recent experience. He hadn't put much thought towards it but when he did he felt overwhelmed and baffled.

"I really don't know. I'm afraid Merlin's the only one who can tell us for sure." Gaius said regretfully. "What do you remember?" He asked.

"Well, I remember battling a Minotaur. Past that it all gets confusing." Arthur answered, furrowing his brows.

"A Minotaur?" Gaius said, impressed and worried.

"Yeah, it just came out of no where." Arthur said, looking up at Gaius. The man was staring at him with a very similar look. "What do you know?" He asked suddenly.

"Whatever do you mean, sire?" The man asked innocently.

"I know that look. Merlin does the exact same thing when he knows something but doesn't want to tell me what it is." Arthur said suspiciously.

Gaius sighed. "I haven't seen a Minotaur since The Great Purge. If one is around, that could mean we also have a sorcerer on our hands." He confessed.

"A sorcerer." Arthur murmured. He felt a wave of disbelief hit him. "Is it just me or does this seem to happen every week?"

Gaius gave him a bewildered look.

"I think I'm going to go take a nap." Arthur grumbled, leaving an empty breakfast bowl on the table and, without thinking about it, going back into Merlin's room.

Gaius looked at the bowl in irritation before turning to watch the prince. An amused smile came to his face when Arthur, seemingly on impulse, went back into Merlin's chambers. He waited to see if the boy would come out, having thrown on a shirt, and demand to go back to his own room. Minutes passed by with no sign of the prince. Gaius chuckled, going back to his potion and shaking his head.

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When Arthur woke up again it was dark out. He felt almost completely awake, and new he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a while. However, he didn't want to wake up Gaius, after all the man had been quite kind and quite busy and certainly needed his rest. Merlin, on the other hand, had slept all day.

Arthur, feeling boredom take him, turned to the boy lying against him. While he'd slept Merlin had somehow ended up wrapped against him again. This time his head was resting on his shoulder, legs entwined with Arthur's. The prince's arm was wrapped around Merlin. And it was beginning to fall asleep. He yanked his arm free, cringing at the tingling in it.

"Merlin." He hissed to his servant. "Merlin, wake up." The boy couldn't still be sleeping. "Hey." He hissed, grabbing a pillow and whacking it across the brunette's face.

The brunette jumped and his face took on a pained look. He let out a little groan, turning over and settling once again into the bed.

"Merlin, wake up. I'm bored." This time he lost his patience, flipping Merlin roughly onto his back. He leaned down on top of him, peering at his face impatiently. "Oi, wake up you lazy bum." He snapped, wiggling Merlin's nose.

Merlin's brows furrowed and he let out a pained groan. Blue eyes opened slowly, peering at him in confusion. "Arthur?" His voice was hoarse from sleep.

"Finally." Arthur said in relief. "You've been asleep the whole day."

Merlin looked around, rubbing a hand across his face. He tried to sit up but Arthur was still pinning him down. "What are you doing in my bed?" He asked, looking at Arthur in confusion.

"I took a nap." Arthur said, having long since gotten over the awkwardness and not particularly caring what Merlin thought.

Merlin just looked at him befuddled. He once again tried to sit up but Arthur prevented him. "Arthur, get off of me." He muttered, looking irritated.

Arthur pretended to think about this for a few seconds. "Hmmm, no." He said, smirking. "I quite like it here, thanks."

"Arthur, get off." This time Merlin said it more firmly. Arthur's smirk only grew.

"Last I checked, you take orders from me." Arthur said, knowing this would only serve to irritate the boy more. He'd only begun doing this out of boredom but he was beginning to enjoy the way Merlin squirmed uncomfortably.

"Arthur, what's gotten into you?" Merlin asked, trying to push at Arthur's chest with his hands. Arthur shifted his hold, grabbing onto Merlin's wrists and pushing them into the mattress. He settled down on top of the boy, noticing a delicious flush coating his cheeks. "A-a-arthur?" Merlin stuttered out, looking absolutely adorable.

Arthur ignored the pain emanating from his wounds, instead focusing on the body beneath him.

"Ow." Merlin muttered.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked, suddenly concerned.

"Just a little banged up, I guess." Merlin whispered.

"I heard about the Serket." Arthur said, a little annoyed.

"Serkets." Merlin corrected.

"What?" Arthur asked.

"Serkets. Whole herd of them." Merlin said, biting his lip and blushing harder.

Arthur, who'd been momentarily distracted from his activities, again focused on the body beneath him, realizing it had become slightly warmer. Arthur, deciding to discuss the issue later, smirked once again, staring down at his servant. He was definitely enjoying a new side of the boy. Merlin gazed up at him, waiting, and the air seemed to still around them. Arthur's heart beat in anticipation and he lowered his head, slightly, coming closer to Merlin's lips. He stilled, enjoying the way Merlin's breath hitched.

His face softened and he stared down at the boy. "Well, I'm glad you're okay." He said, beginning to pull away. As much as he wanted this, and he certainly did want it, a part of him jumped in at the last moment, telling him it was a stupid idea, the same part of him that was just the slightest bit afraid to continue. He let go of Merlin's wrists.

Suddenly the brunette's hands wrapped around his neck and he was pulled back down, a pair of lips pressing against his own. His eyes widened and he let out a choked sound, trying to pull away. Merlin pressed against him more insistently and he stilled, shivering slightly. His heart thrummed in his chest and he struggled to contemplate the logic of moving forward. Merlin, on the other hand, had different ideas. The brunette's tongue ran enticingly along Arthur's lips, clearing up any doubts Arthur had. The prince opened his mouth and slipped his tongue between the boy's lips, tangling it with the other. As the kiss deepened he felt a heat fill him, dizzying and rapid. He pressed Merlin into the mattress, the kiss growing rough and passionate. Every emotion they'd felt till now was put into the kiss. The anger, the confusion, the lust, it surrounded them, powering them forward. Arthur was laying on him completely now, pressing their naked chests together, and pressing their hips together. He let out a little growl as they separated. Their foreheads were pressed together, their mouths touching, but not kissing, as they gasped for breath.

Arthur apprehensively pushed his hips against the other boy and felt the growing hardness against his. A pulsating wave of pleasure danced up his spine as he rubbed their hips together, erections meeting through the fabric of their clothes. Merlin's legs parted beneath him and the pleasure intensified. Arthur felt the slightest bit of fear trickle in his veins as he was confronted with sensations so foreign yet…oddly familiar? He heard Merlin's breath hitch and felt the boy arch up, meeting Arthur's thrusts. Merlin's legs parted, moving to wrap around Arthur's hips. They both strained, gasping and shivering as they moved together. Arthur's hands gripped into the mattress and his muscles tensed as he thrust harder and faster. Merlin clutched at him, grinding back into his movements. His legs squeezed tighter and his mouth gaped open, panting for air.

Arthur kissed his way along Merlin's jaw, causing Merlin to moan. Shuddering breaths filled the air around them. Merlin moved his head, turning to connect their mouths into another kiss. Arthur groaned, pausing his thrusts as he answered the kiss passionately. Merlin's hands wandered downward and grabbed his hips, lunging his own upwards. Arthur's brows furrowed and he clutched at the bed sheets, a little moan slipping past his lips. He rocked into the brunette. Merlin's mouth slipped downwards, moving to lick and suck along his shoulder. A hand reached up, running along the prince's chest, fingers moving to tweak at a nipple.

"Ahn!" Arthur let out a very undignified moan and blushed in embarrassment. Merlin shivered beneath him and continued to move his hand downwards. However, Arthur would have none of that. He grabbed onto the boys hands and pressed them into the mattress. Merlin looked up at him questioningly and the prince took the opportunity to seal his mouth in a searing kiss.. The other boy let out a shocked little gasp before settling against the blonde's mouth. Arthur pressed against him roughly, gentle roll of his hips turning into nearly violent thrusts. Merlin cried out, breaking the connection and arching backwards. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as a mouth went to his neck, moving along the flesh and marking him. His fingers laced with Arthur's, squeezing as the pleasure mounted.

Arthur listened to the desperate sounds coming from beneath him. He stubbornly refused his own groans and moans that wanted to come out, instead focusing on getting Merlin to make as much noise as possible. He moved his hips urgently, hands tightening around Merlin as their bodies, pressed impossibly close together, writhed against each other. He could feel their sweat mingling as heated chests rubbed against each other. Sparks danced in front of his eyes and his body shook.

"Arthur." Merlin moaned beneath him and Arthur pressed his face into the boy's neck.

He breathed heavily against the flesh there. His movements became erratic as he neared orgasm, feeling the boy tense beneath him. He felt a wet warmth spread beneath him and realized Merlin had reached orgasm. With a few more thrusts he felt the pleasure tear through him, biting into Merlin's shoulder a he came.

Long A/N that you can skip:

A/N: Right, here's some stuff you should know. First off, both Merlin and Arthur are virgins (sort of.) Second, Arthur doesn't quite remember what happened during the spell and I felt wrong making him go through the emotional turmoil so he may not remember for a while.

Lastly, I should warn you guys, their relationship is not going to be all sweet and lovey-dovey once they get into it. My goal isn't to write some schmoopy-woopy relationship fic. Part of the interest for me is the conflict of their characters. So if any of you are expecting the following:

Arthur gazed down at Merlin's sweet face, warmth filling his chest as he realized that Merlin was his home. His father had never made him feel loved and he had been a lone soul, oscillating between loneliness and being alone. But then Merlin found him, and suddenly he was complete. Now, he realized as he held the beautiful boy in his arms while tears streamed down his face, now he was finally home.

"I love you, Merlin." He sobbed.

"I love you, too, Arthur." Merlin said, tears running down his face in return.

Their lips joined together and everything felt right with the world.

You'll be disappointed. I don't want to write that, it pisses me off. And then I'll have written the whole story for nothing. No, instead, it will probably be more like this:

Merlin: (roar)

Arthur: (roar)

Sex: (hot and conflicted)

P.S. Yeah, I completely forgot about Morgana. But she's not relevant, so whatever.

Anyway, review. Seriously, do I need to go over the Dementor thing again?

Me= Dementor

Review= your soul