So yeah...I had completely forgotten that I wrote a second chapter to this. I posted it on ao3 years ago. So I thought it needed to be on this website too.

Sorry again for my English

It was not uncommon for Merlin to be interrupted in the middle of his work. Hell, Kingsman agents were actually the most annoying people on Earth, always asking him to fix glasses, umbrellas, or guns that they somehow always managed to break during missions. When Lancelot and Percival entered his office this morning, he immediately winced. What the hell had they done this time?

Lancelot had already destroyed three suits in only a month, and Percival had always been overly enthusiastic with guns, even if he rather favored daggers when he could.

Merlin muttered a few words under his breath before sitting up to meet them.

"Lancelot, Percival. Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

The two men looked at each other.

"We wish to speak to you" Lancelot answered. He looked around, just like if he was expecting a sudden threat, before adding. "In private"

Merlin's eyebrows rose with surprise, but he didn't comment this decision.

"Without cameras or wiretaps", Percival muttered a few seconds later.

This time, Merlin was really curious. What had happened? It was not often that agents requested this complete privacy. It was usually reserved for matters of national security. He didn't understand. Their last mission together had been a success, even if Lancelot was still recovering from a few injuries, but it had been nothing particularly serious.

"Very well", he agreed. "Shall I take a computer with me to save particular data?"

"Yes, please", answered Lancelot.

Percival seemed to be about to protest, but his partner glared at him severely.

"You know perfectly well that it has to be documented, even if we decide to keep it private."

The older agent nodded with a sigh. "You are right, of course", he whispered. "But I don't like it."

"Me neither, Percy, me neither", Lancelot answered.

Merlin was surprised when James put a hand on his partner's shoulder. Well, this was not entirely surprising. Lancelot had always been one to initiate physical contact. He was open and loud, one individual who could be really annoying if he wanted to. On the other hand, Percival had always been the quiet one, a man who didn't waste time with useless chatter. It was surprising that Percival would allow Lancelot to be this close to him without a word of protestation.

Curious things must have happened indeed.

"Shall we?" Lancelot asked, nodding at the door. "Unless you think your office is the safest place to do this?"

"Come with me" Merlin motioned them to come after him. He guided them through several corridors, further and further from his office, until they finally stopped in front of a closed door.

Merlin opened it immediately, motioning for them to enter. He closed the doors behind them. When he faced the two men again, his expression was serious.

"This room is cleared of any recording devices. No one will know what will be discussed within these walls."

He placed his computer on the table before him.

"Now, what do you wish to talk about?"

The two agents exchanged a nervous glance and it was Lancelot who started.

"Well, we… The thing is… Well, things happen during missions. We don't always expect them to happen. But you know, missions don't happen like we would expect and…"

The man was rambling. It was not uncommon for Lancelot to use this to cover fear of embarrassment. This time, however, Merlin could sense that something was off. It was not the usual happy rambling, followed by a stupid joke and a smile. The man was nervous, and to see him in this state meant that something very serious had happened to him.

Percival glared at his partner and Merlin couldn't hide a smile. Watching the two men interact was always entertaining. He often took bets with his coworkers on how long would Percival listen to Lancelot without hitting him. This time, it was obvious that the man was really not amused.

"Oh, for God's sake", Percival muttered before he hit Lancelot at the back of his head.

His partner whined. "What did you do that for?" He asked. "It hurts!"

"Precisely" Percival answered without showing any remorse. "You were rambling"

"Was I?" Lancelot was already smirking again and Percival rolled his eyes.

"You were", he confirmed. "And we don't have time for this."

"What is this about?" Merlin finally asked.

He didn't want to see the two of them get lost in their usual bickering. It was always funny to watch, but today he didn't want to waste time with this.

Percival sighed deeply.

"I found my soulmate", he said a few seconds later. He could have announced the death of a fellow comrade with a similar expression, and Merlin didn't know if he ought to be happy of sorry for him.

"Oh… Congratulations, I suppose", he said slowly.

He opened his laptop.

"I suppose you wish to add it to your personal file?"

It was customary for Kingsman agents to put their soulmate's identity into the database. It was always useful to know if their personal life would interfere or not with future missions. However, Merlin still didn't understand the need for secrecy. He had seen Gawain or Ector proudly displaying their soulmate's name on their chest. Why would Percival want to hide his?

"I will need to take a picture of your mark", Merlin said. "If you would…"

He gestured to the man's shirt, and Percival sighed before slowly undoing the buttons.

"Do you wish for Lancelot to stay?" Merlin asked. He wasn't sure why the other man was still here, but he was surprised when Percival smirked.

"He already knows".

"Okay…" Now Merlin was completely lost, but his eyes widened when he read the name inked on the agent's skin. "Oh… I see."

He couldn't help but grin. He hadn't seen that coming, but now he understood perfectly the strange closeness the two men shared. They were soulmates. He was, however, surprised that it took them so long to discover it.

"How long have you known?" He asked them.

"Since our last mission", Percival answered with a grim tone. "We didn't think it would happen."

"Be a little happier, Percy", James smiled. "You look like you made a horrible mistake. You were not this distraught last night when we…"

Lancelot finished his sentence with a loud grunt when Percival stepped on his foot.

"I hate you", his lover gritted through his teeth.

"No you don't", answered James with a grin.

"I still don't understand the need for secrecy", Merlin smiled. "You are not the first agents to find a soulmate in this organization."

"But we are partners", answered Lancelot. "What would happen if this knowledge falls into the wrong hands? It could comprise both of us."

Merlin didn't doubt that this was mainly Percival's reasoning, but of course there were right.

"I can ask Arthur to put you in different teams, but we all know that it wouldn't solve your problem."

"It wouldn't", Percival confirmed. "You know perfectly well that we are more effective together."

Merlin nodded. He understood them too well. He fought the urge to touch his own soulmate's mark on his chest. He had gotten it a few years ago, but it was still hard for him to see his lover put his own life in danger for the sake of a mission.

"We know about you and Galahad", Lancelot grinned, and Merlin looked up at him with surprised. Red was slowly spreading on his cheeks while he tried to keep a neutral expression.

"I beg your pardon?" He stuttered.

Percival snorted while Lancelot giggled.

"If you thought you were subtle, think again", Percival told him. "We caught you several times, and I did at least three missions with Galahad. The man somehow always manages to get hurt. I saw your name on his chest."

Merlin groaned and fought the urge to get out of the room and shout at his lover for being so careless.

"Well, I guessed it was bound to happen", he mumbled. "Harry is always so… "

"Impossible", Percival provided for him. "Just like James". He sighed. "I can't believe we are having this conversation."

Percival didn't pull away when Lancelot kissed him quickly.

"Admit it, Percy, you love it" The man smiled.

It was soon James' turn to show his mark in order to update his file.

"Well, I have all the data I need", Merlin finally declared. "What transpired in this room won't be repeated. Your secret is safe with me, for now at least. I don't doubt your colleagues will soon discover it. Those things never remain secret, especially with spies."

"Thank you, Merlin. We appreciate it", was Lancelot's response.

When Merlin entered his office again, he smiled at the man who was sitting on his desk.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded. "Don't you have a report to write?"

His lover rolled his eyes.

"I missed you", the man replied. "And you were gone."

Merlin closed the gap between them with a gentle kiss, and his lover responded with passion.

"Harry", Merlin breathed when they broke apart. "We can't keep meeting like this."

He moaned as the man kissed his neck.

"Why not?" Harry whispered against his skin.

Merlin's hands were already stroking his lover's hair, while the man kissed him again.

"We will get caught. We cannot… "

His words of protest were silenced by a loud moan. Harry's hands had found their way to his trousers and were rubbing him through the fabric.

"Fuck… Harry… Stop it!"

"Only if you take me to bed", the man grinned, and Merlin knew that he had lost another battle.

Of course, they met Lancelot and Percival while on their way to Harry's room. But for once, Merlin didn't care. He had Harry in his arms and nothing else mattered.

A few hours later, Percival and Lancelot were having tea in the common room. The place was relatively quiet at this time of the day. Only two other agents were sitting in the armchairs, both engaged in a quiet conversation.

"Percy?"

Percival looked up to meet his lover's gaze, only to glare at him.

"What?"

Lancelot winked at him before flashing a charming grin.

"Care for a shag in the hallway?"

Percival's cheeks turned a pretty shade of red and the man tried to hide behind his newspaper.

"If you ever suggest something like that again, I will shoot you"

"Whatever you say, love"