DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Merlin.

WARNING: This chapter contains strong sexual content. NOTE THE RATING CHANGE! THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR MATURE NOW. THAT WAS ON PURPOSE. DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT.

A.N./ I'm really nervous about posting this chapter, I hope that after all the buildup, this chapter has a well-executed pay off!

Arthur had been downing glasses of wine one after the other until Uther suggested that the prince should retire to his chambers. This, it turned out, required the help of his manservant, for Arthur was a bit... "wobbly." When the pair reached the blondes chambers Arthur collapsed on his bed and let Merlin pull off his royal boots. Arthur stared up at his canopy contemplatively.

"You're still mad at me," he observed with a drunken slur.

"Yes," Merlin responded even though the comment had not been posed as a question, "I am."

Arthur willed himself to sit up, "I apologized to Gwen."

"That's good."

"But you're still mad."

"You're observant."

"Why?"

"Because!" Merlin burst, "Arthur you don't think about anyone's feelings but your own! It took Gwen days to save up enough for that stupid handkerchief! She went hungry that night, and you tossed it away like it was nothing, like it was worse than nothing! How do you think that made her feel? Do you even care? And one lousy, 'I'm sorry' is supposed to make up for that? No, Arthur, I'm sorry but it doesn't. And what about Morgana and all the other women who gave you tokens, hmm? What about them? And..." Merlin was exasperated. "And what about me? What about my feelings?"

Arthur was listening intently now. His feelings? What feelings?

"You used my scarf just because you didn't want to wear anyone else's. I heard you Arthur, 'it means nothing' to you, remember? You used it as a place holder. What if... What is I had wanted to give you a token? What if I wanted to but couldn't, and to see you wear it so callously-"

Arthur leapt from the bed and wrapped Merlin in a tight embrace pressing his lips against the other man's. Merlin squirmed violently pushing Arthur away.

"Get off of me!"

"I lied to my father, it meant more to me than this world."

Merlin kept turning his face away from him, so Arthur began trailing kisses down the man's temple.

"You're drunk," Merlin accused. No matter how hard he tried he could not break free from Arthur's embrace.

"Not nearly as much as you think."

Merlin looked him over curiously. He had straightened out and the slur was gone from his speech.

"I had to get you to my room somehow."

Merlin looked at the prince in a state of disbelief. Was this really happening? Merlin searched the prince's eyes for the truth and Arthur stared back unwaveringly. Merlin stopped squirming. Arthur leaned in, much gentler this time, and kissed the other man. Merlin melted into the kiss, lips parted slightly, offering entrance for the prince's hungry tongue. Merlin let out a low moan as Arthur's hand traveled under his shirt and up the servant's back. Merlin's own hand traveled south rather than north. The blonde let out a lustful groan and pushed the other man down his massive bed. The manservant kicked off his boots and Arthur set off on a quest to unclothe Merlin, who was eager to help. Suddenly, Arthur realized he was wearing a truly ludicrous amount of clothing. Merlin and he set out to rectify the situation immediately. With the room littered with clothing the two were blissfully naked. Arthur's hands were so warm on Merlin's soft skin. Each touch, each caress of finger tips sent electricity shooting through both men, fueling their already solid erections. Merlin would've made a smart ass comment if his mouth was not already preoccupied- he was literally tongue tied at the moment as he and Arthur shared the most "magical" kiss Merlin had ever received. The pair explored each other: teeth nipped, hands wandered, and wonton hips bucked. They had both been craving this for so long, they ached to know every corner of their soon to be lover. When the need to take Merlin became too much to for Arthur, he flipped over his manservant, practically throwing him into his fluffy pillows, and drew the mans hind quarters to his pulsing member. The prince licked his fingers and teased Merlin opening, inserting one finger at a time until Merlin whined, signaling he could take it no longer; Merlin needed Arthur in him, and Arthur was more than willing to find an appropriate sheath for his sword. Arthur pushed in slowly, careful not to hurt his beloved. Despite Arthur's careful preparations, Merlin hissed in pain. He clutched at the prince's duvet and tried to "take it like a man," the manservant was certain that if Arthur thought he was in pain he would stop, and there was no way in all of Albion that he would let that happen. When the Arthur was fully inserted he began to move in and out agonizingly slow. When he was certain that Merlin wasn't in pain, he began to move faster. He thrusted deeper and Merlin began to rock with the motions. Merlin was so tight! It felt amazingly good and judging by the assortment of moans a whimpers coming from the man under him, Merlin thought so too. A bead of sweat trickled down the servant's back. Arthur leaned in and licked it up which made Merlin laugh. It tickled! Just as he was getting accustomed to the pace at which they were going, Arthur upped the tempo. Faster, deeper, harder. Faster, deeper, harder. Faster, deeper, harder- until Merlin thought he was going to expire. He felt like he was melting, every fiber of his being was buzzing and the friction was so damn warm. Just when Merlin thought he couldn't handle another minute, Arthur hit a bundle of nerves and that was it.

"I'm gonna- Uhn!"

Arthur got the message. Three more quick, deep thrusts and whispered, "Now," huskily in his lover's ear and they climaxed together. Arthur collapsed next to Merlin.

"Get the candle would you," he said at length, but it was no use. Merlin was already fast asleep.

A.N./ So there it was! Hoped you liked it! I now have some bad news: I have a very busy day tomorrow so I might not be able to update. However, if that is the case, Avo help me I will post the final chapter on Sunday. Also! Ten points to the house of your choice if you got the reference I made just then (not the Harry Potter one I made in this sentence, silly! The one I underlined.) And using Google is cheating!