Chapter One

Morded soon learned that the hard part of going out alone was that he had nothing to do and no idea where he was supposed to go. Albion Street was well known as the gay center of the city, full of clubs and bars where no one cared about who you slept with as long as you were willing to sleep with them. Everyone and anyone were welcome to join the never-ending party that the street presented.

Even in the early hours of Thursday morning it was full of life. Some of the clubs were already closing, while the bars were still full on the business. There was always a large number of men wandering the streets, mostly in pairs and small groups, talking and laughing. Mordred wished he had someone with him, so he would be able to fit in more easily. But it was still his first time out – out of the closet, out in the night – and he had no idea where he should go.

He just watched for a long time, his hands nervously stuck inside his jeans' pockets, not sure about what he should do. It took him a while to gather courage, and when a much older man came around; he cleared his throat and talked to him.

"Hey… I was just wondering… Where is the best place to go to have fun?"

The old man looked at him, seemingly disgusted, his eyebrows twitching, before answering.

"It depends on what you want. If you want morons, you go that way. If you want bastards, go the other way. If you want piss, tattooed cocks, bondage and drugs, then you can bit any building, it's full of those everywhere!"

The man sounded completely pissed off, and he walked away leaving Mordred stunned. A middle aged woman ran after the man, screaming at him:

"Don't listen to him!" and, afterwards, to the old guy, "Come on, Gaius, it was just a t-shirt…"

Soon both had disappeared in the middle of the crowd, and Mordred wasn't feeling particularly eager to go anywhere after such a display. He just stood there, looking around, and found a cigarette in his pocket – the nice thing about smoking was that you always felt as if you were actually doing something even when you were just looking around.

It was his first time out, and he knew he couldn't expect much. He was ready to call it a night and think of a plan to come back another day when he appeared. Tall, blond, perfect and checking him out.

His first night out, Arthur Pendragon was there.

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Arthur was ready to go home – the guy he had been snogging (Derek? Daniel?) had been a total waste and this was going to be one of the rare nights he came back alone to his flat. It didn't happen often, but there were nights like that, when bringing the guy back home wasn't worth it. He could already see Merlin inside his jeep when a boy caught his eye. He was still young, but a charming thing, with huge blue eyes dominating his face. His hair was dark and his skin so pale that almost glowed by the street lights, reflecting the crazy colors of the bar signs.

He couldn't help himself – when he realized it, he had already given the boy the smile and was walking towards him. It was pure instinct, as natural as breathing, and when he faced the boy he noticed how tall he was – taller than him. He smiled again, charming.

"Are you having a good night?" he asked, politely.

"Yes…" said the boy, a bit uncertain.

"Did you find something you liked?" said Arthur, all cockiness.

"Maybe" was his answer, but he smiled at Arthur. On the corner of his eye, he could see Merlin watching him.

"Wanna go back to mine?" said Arthur, point blank. He knew he was that good.

"Ok" was all the answer he got. Although well built, the boy seemed to be shrinking with uncertainty.

As he led the boy towards his flat, he looked back to Merlin, gesturing to him a victory sign. He saw as his best friend hit his head in the wheel, almost not believing what he saw before he was out of sight.

He checked the boy out one last time before calling the cab and he knew it would be worth it.

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Merlin had nothing else to do but go home. He didn't like driving, but it was useful when you were tired, and he really was glad that he didn't have to fight for a cab that night. He parked the Jeep in front of his tiny house and saw that there was a car behind him. It was the muscled bloke again, the one that had been eyeing him all night. He sighed, wondering why he had insisted when Merlin hadn't given him attention at all, and left the car.

The guy was looking at him, smiling. He was tall, broad, and would be considered cute by most, at least if he shaved. Merlin wasn't into bearded guys or muscled guys, especially pushy ones.

"Hey" he said, trying not to sound annoyed. "Look, I'd love to spend more time with you, but it's late and I'm on the early shift tomorrow…"

The guy just smiled at him.

"Won't you invite me inside?" he said, tilting his head. "It's raining."

If there was one thing that must be written all around Merlin's face was that he was a very nice and polite guy, because that was exactly the kind of thing that would make him invite someone in. They walked into his tiny house, and the guy started looking around his things.

"Oh, I used to watch it" he said, looking at the Doctor Who shelves. "It scared the living crap out of me."

Merlin just smiled, nodding. He wouldn't have guessed the guy was old enough to have seen much of Doctor Who, but if he could fall head over heels for it to the point of crying himself to sleep for a week when it was cancelled despite being only eight, the guy could have been into it just as early in life.

"Do you have any porn?" asked the guy, and Merlin put his hands in his pockets.

"Not much" he said, shrugging. "Not my thing."

The guy nodded, and he started to feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Yeah, it doesn't really matter. It's already late."

Which was one of the many reasons Merlin didn't want him to come, but he didn't say that. Instead, he bit his lip and looked at the man.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Gin'n'tonic?" asked the guy, before looking deeply at him again in a way that made Merlin blush. "I don't think I asked your name."

"Merlin" he said, and he hated it, every time he had to have this bit of the conversation.

"Merlin?" questioned the guy, laughing. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. You could have been Gandalf."

"Or Oz" he agreed, making the drink.

"I'm Oswald" said the man, smiling.

He gave him the glass, avoiding contact, but as he turned around, an arm pulled him close.

"Accio Merlin", he teased, and Merlin felt like rolling his eyes. He heard this kind of joke too often.

Oswald wasn't anything if he wasn't eager. He turned Merlin around and kissed him deeply, and for the first time that night, Merlin wondered if he wasn't wrong about not wanting Oswald to come in.

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Arthur walked into his house, sure and natural, and Mordred tiptoed after him. It was a large loft, and he could see the double bed behind a glass wall. Arthur opened the fridge and drank some water, while Mordred had no idea what to do or say.

"Nice house" It was the only thing he could come up with. Arthur smiled at him for a bit before turning some of the water on his head, "lots of space." The man walked toward him, smiling, and he couldn't say a single word. He just watched as he got close.

"So, Mordred… Are you coming or going? Or are you coming and going?"

Arthur had a cocky smile in his mouth as he reached for Mordred's jacket. The boy walked out of it, but the man's arms were almost around him. Arthur looked up for a bit and kissed him, wildly, and Mordred answered it eagerly. He had never kissed a guy before, and it felt completely right, as Arthur's tongue explored the whole of his mouth, his hands lifting his shirt.

They both walked to the bedroom area in a tangle of limbs, and soon Arthur had Mordred completely naked on the bed, while still having his clothes on.

"What do you like?"

Mordred blinked once before answering.

"Hm… Pizza?"

"What do you like in bed?" specified Arthur, his right hand coming up and down Mordred's cock.

"Oh… This is fine".

It was more than fine, it was intoxicating. He could hardly think as he felt Arthur rough fingers against his skin, and the man smiled at him.

"Do you like rimming?"

"Yeah" he said, although he wasn't completely sure what the man was on about. It must have showed, because Arthur laughed out loud. The phone ringed, and Arthur reached to answer it, still moving his hand up and down Mordred's cock.

"Hey."

Mordred couldn't stop looking at him – his perfect face, baby blue eyes, golden hair, broad shoulders, and strong arms. He was wonderful to look at, and he was amazed at his skill, the way he managed to go on with what he was doing while talking on the phone.

"Of course I was out. No, my phone died. Shit! When did that happen?"

He couldn't pay much attention or wonder what the hell the conversation was about. He could hardly think, trying hard to control himself, not to come, it was too soon…

"Fuck sake, did you have to?" asked Arthur rudely as he saw Mordred's cum coming through his hand. He cleaned himself against Mordred's chest and came back to his conversation. "Oh, no, it's this kid, he just jerked off on me. I don't know. What's your name again?"

Mordred didn't even have the time to feel shocked, answering automatically.

"Mordred."

"Oh, Mordred, say hello to Morgause" he ordered, putting the phone against Mordred's ear.

"Hello?"

Soon enough Arthur had the phone back.

"I'm going to get ready and then I'll go over."

Arthur turned the phone off, walked out of the bed, and Mordred was completely sure that he would never have lose a bigger chance than this.

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Merlin and Oswald were still kissing when the phone rang. Merlin stopped right away, turning to the phone.

"Can't you just leave it?" asked Oswald, holding his hips. Merlin felt tempted, but as the sound crashed the hair for the second time, he shook his head.

"It will only be a moment."

He answered the phone, not surprised to find Arthur on the other side.

"Merlin! It happened!"

"Oh My God!" he exclaimed, his mouth completely open. "When?"

"Tonight" said Arthur, and Merlin could hear him walking around and gathering his things. "You'll have to bring the Jeep…"

This was the exact moment Oswald chose to open his belt, and Arthur heard the sound.

"Do you have someone over?"

"No" said Merlin, feeling somewhat ashamed.

"Oh, Merlin, you don't need to! You've finally copped off!"

"It's nothing" Merlin said, "Who was there?"

As Oswald took out his shirt, Merlin saw that he wasn't muscled after all – he wore a tight shirt that made him look stronger. Merlin was deeply grateful that he was on the phone and could pretend to be talking.

"No one, just them!" said Arthur, just as Merlin repeated "Oh My God!"

Oswald kept on removing his clothes, and as the magic shirt was lifted, Merlin saw that his chest was closed to breasts, and his belly would allow him to make an Absorbaloff cosplay.

"Oh my god" he said, horrified. He heard Arthur say something about getting a cab on the other end, but didn't even notice it. "I'm on my way."

He turned the phone off, and looked at Oswald, his face a mask of worry.

"It's my friend's mom. She's in the hospital. They figure it's bad… I'm afraid I'll have to go."

Oswald's shoulders fell.

"Crap… I was looking forward to this!" he said, and he really looked so.

"Yeah, so was I", said Merlin, shrugging. "Maybe some other time? I really have to go."

Oswald picked his things fast enough, and five minutes later Merlin was turning the car on. He could hardly believe that this day had finally come. Full of anticipation, he drove to the hospital to meet Arthur.