A/N: So here is the final chapter! I tried to make it as long as possible, to those of you who wanted a longer chap! ;) Enjoy!

That night when Merlin brought Arthur his dinner, the Prince would tell his servant his feelings for him. As much as he wanted to shout, "I love you!" the moment Merlin appeared in the doorway, Arthur thought that might scare Merlin off…So he decided to wait a little bit before telling him.

As he ate his dinner, he was surprised at Merlin's silence as his servant straightened up his room. Usually he had something to say, whether it was calling him a prat or just one of his usual ramblings, but not tonight.

"You're unusually quiet, Merlin. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, sire."

Liar. "Merlin, you're thinking about something, and we all know that nothing good ever comes from that." Arthur smiled.

The corners of Merlin's mouth perked up a little, but he kept silent.

"What's wrong?" Arthur persisted.

Merlin gave a quiet sigh, but kept his back turned to Arthur as he folded some clothes. "It's nothing you would be interested in."

If it has to do you with you, I'm always interested. "I may be a prince, Merlin, and you my servant, but I like to think of us as friends."

For the first time that evening Merlin looked at Arthur, their eyes meeting. "Really?" he asked, a little hopefully, Arthur noted.

"Yes. You may be the worst manservant I've ever had, but you're also my closest friend." Wow, did he just admit that?

"Well, sire, I have something to confess…"

Merlin couldn't believe what he was doing. Was he really going to confess his love for Arthur? He had to. It was killing him to keep it secret.

Arthur gestured to the seat across from him. Merlin immediately sat down.

"What do you have to confess?"

Merlin opened and closed his mouth several times, not quite able to get the words out. Finally, he sighed, closed his eyes, and said, "I'minlovewithyou."

Merlin braced himself for the rejection, and began to consider what other jobs he could get since Arthur was going to sack him, probably after hitting him.

Instead, he felt a warm hand gently forcing his head up. "Look at me, Merlin."

Against his better judgment, Merlin opened his eyes and saw two pools of the clearest blue looking at him.

"Do you mean it, Merlin?" Arthur had come to stand next to Merlin.

"Yes," Merlin answered quickly. And to his great surprise, Arthur's lips were suddenly on his. How he dreamed about this moment for months! But his dreams could never compare to the real thing. Arthur's lips were warm, soft, and Merlin wrapped his arms around the Prince's neck, pulling him closer. He was so caught up in the moment that it didn't register in his mind that his magic had flared up, and now several objects where spinning around the room. Arthur's sudden gasp and the absence of his lips pulled Merlin back to reality and the objects abruptly hit the floor.

"What- How- What-?" Arthur sputtered.

Oh, god. Oh, no. Just when Merlin thought he had found happiness, all hell had to break loose.

"Answer me right now, Merlin!" Arthur shouted at him, having jumped a few feet back. "Did you just do that?"

Arthur watched as Merlin stood up and hung his head. "Yes, sire."

"You're a sorcerer? You?" Arthur asked, totally shocked. How could Merlin, his Merlin, be a sorcerer?

"Yes, Arthur," Merlin answered, his voice void of all emotion.

"Why, Merlin? Magic is-"

Merlin didn't let him finish. "I was born like this, Arthur! I didn't choose magic. It chose me!"

Arthur didn't know what to say, and he was suddenly filled with regret as he saw the tears streaming down Merlin's face.

"You're going to have me executed, aren't you?"

His defeated tone went right through Arthur's heart. They both knew the laws of Camelot- anyone guilty of using magic would be sentenced to death. But Arthur couldn't bear the thought of his Merlin dying, not when he could protect him.

"No, Merlin. You won't be executed. I won't allow it."

Merlin looked at him. "Why not? I'm just a servant. What do I mean to you?"

"You mean everything to me!" In two strides Arthur was standing in front of Merlin, his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I just told you that you're my friend, Merlin, and for god's sake, I just kissed you! Doesn't that tell you something?"

Merlin stood before him, speechless. He wasn't going to die?

Arthur looked imploringly into his eyes. "I love you, Merlin. I don't care that you can do magic, or that you're totally useless on hunting trips, or that you lack all common sense. I love you."

Merlin smiled. "I love you, too, Arthur, although you're a prat."

Arthur laughed and ruffled Merlin's hair before wiping the tears from his servant's face. "There aren't any more secrets, are there?" he asked.

Merlin shook his head, relishing the feel of Arthur's fingers. "Nope. Except-"

"Oh, god, what else?" Arthur asked exasperatedly.

Merlin rolled his eyes at the Prince. "I'm not as useless as you think. I've saved you life."

"I know that," Arthur said. "When you first came to Camelot you saved me from that witch."

"Well, that's not the only time…"

"What other times have their been?" Arthur asked, shocked.

And for the next hour Merlin recounted the dozens of times he had saved Arthur's neck, all the while being wrapped in Arthur's arms, and not once did Arthur interrupt him.

When Merlin was done, Arthur kissed him affectionately.

"So you're not a complete buffoon like everyone thinks? I'm amazed."

"And you're still the total prat you always are." Before Arthur could object, Merlin pulled him into another kiss, silencing him.

"I owe you my life, Merlin. Whatever you want is yours."

Merlin looked into those eyes and shook his head. "I just want you, Arthur."

"Well, that can be arranged," Arthur answered with a smirk, and they both became lost in their little piece of heaven, completely oblivious to the objects flying around them…

The End

A/N: Special thanks to cocobeforechanel for the idea of flying objects! I thought it was the perfect idea! *virtual hug* Please review! :D