Rating: PG
Notes: Spoilers for 1x05
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with BBC's Merlin, nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
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Companionship
The more he watched Lancelot, the more Merlin was able to add to the little he knew of him. There were things he didn't think he'd ever know, such as what Lancelot's parents were like or whose rule the village was under. Those things were never spoken about. But if Merlin knew one thing for sure, it was that Lancelot had been alone for a long time. So long Merlin didn't think about it too much because he didn't think he'd be able to stand it.
Lancelot told Merlin about why he wanted to become a knight briefly and once, then it wasn't mentioned again. Words weren't needed because it was his actions which practically screamed to Merlin that Lancelot had found so much more in companionship than he had ever expected to in Camelot. It was in the way Lancelot's kisses were long and deep, how he memorised Merlin's and Arthur's bodies with his lips and his tongue and how he kept those small touches. His fingertips brushed against Arthur's arm or his hand rested on Merlin's shoulder, just to know they were really there. Arthur practically revelled in the attention Lancelot so willingly gave without order and Merlin was beginning to struggle to remember when he hadn't woken with Lancelot's arms around him.
When Lancelot left, it hurt to think he would be alone again and Merlin never did truly understand why he willingly made that choice. In a way, he hoped it hurt Lancelot as well because then he would come back.
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