Title: Since Before (7/8)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine.
Words: 459
Summary: Slash. Merlin has been Arthur's since day one.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Notes: Only one more left.
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"You're bloody insane."
Arthur looked affronted by the eighteen year-old Merlin's accusation. But any effect it may have had was immediately destroyed by the smirk that came across his face. Merlin just glared at him from his position leaning against the wall. "Oh, come on, Merlin! It's only for a week."
"Really? And would you care to enlighten me just how it is you seem to be missing your current manservant?" The sorcerer asked.
"Um," the prince started, looking vaguely embarrassed. "No?"
Merlin's eyes widened as a thought struck him. "Oh my god! You killed him, didn't you? I kept telling you that you were going to end up killing you if you didn't stop working him so much and you finally have!" His arms flailed about in an action that was either trying to convey you're insane and I currently fear for my life or I have complete faith in you and agree with your decision. Arthur preferred to think it was the later.
"I didn't kill him," he cut the sorcerer off in mid-rant. "It was decided that it was in his best interest to take some time off."
Realization appeared on his friends face before the cackling began. "You- you- you broke your manservant." Then Merlin had the gall to fall to the floor, laughing.
Arthur slid off of his chair and knelt beside his friend, poking him in the side only to get a yelp and a shove. "Gah!" he exclaimed as he crashed to the ground. There were times that he wished Merlin gave him the respect his position deserved. But those times where fleeting and far in between he thought as Merlin proceeded to lean over him and press their lips together.
The blond haired royal immediately took control and flipped them over, letting his weight settle comfortably over the dark haired sorcerer. It never failed to please him just how responsive Merlin was, coming alive under his touch. There was a gasp when Arthur drug his fingers under the shirt only for it to turn into a moan when he pulled back.
"Tease. You're just looking for a reason to keep me around so you can grope me," Merlin gasped out, not failing to notice that his prince didn't deny it. It took a few minutes to catch his breath before he continued. "You know I'll be the worst manservant there is. I'm a doctor's apprentice, not a maid."
Arthur just shrugged, smirking as Merlin proceeded to give you a speculative look. He already put up with that bloody owl that the sorcerer insisted on keeping (called him Archimedes) and that possessed teapot that always spouted steam at him anytime he walked by. How much worse would he have to deal with?