After ending the kiss with Lancelot, Merlin was utterly confused.
Why did he kiss back? Why did he not want it to end? Why did it feel so good?
'Ahem.'
Lance and Merlin turn and see a jealous King glaring daggers at them. He was fine with a kiss, not...whatever the hell that was!
'So much for that 'I can be with no one' crap. I see you made your choice.' Arthur spits.
'Its not like that.' Merlin tries to explain.
'Its not?' Lance says sadly.
Merlin feels like a game of tug of war was being played in his heart. Lance and Arthur being on opposing side, and him smack in the middle.
'I kinda need to know where everything stands between us before I leave my wife.' Lance said, he was just letting them know. Because it would not be great if he left Gwen only for Merlin to not pick one of them or worse, pick Arthur.
'I dont want you to leave Gwen!' Merlin's voice had began to raise in panic.
'Then what do you want Merlin? You need to make a choice.' Arthur said impatiently.
'I cant make this choice! I-I'm here to make your choices to keep you alive, its all I'm good at. And I am VERY good at saving your ass. I haven't made any choices that would benefit me since I arrived in Camelot. And seriously, all the time I've known you two clot-poles, you could've said Oh! Hey Merlin, nice day we're having, by the way, I love you and want to take your innocence. You just throw this at me and expect a answer the same day!' Merlin was once again on one of his famous rants, he tended to do that when his emotions got the best of him.
Lance and Arthur look at each other hesitantly, both thinking over the many words the warlock just said.
Arthur was a King! He shouldn't even be worried over this. Who would pick a knight with a dark past over-as previously stated- a fucking King. Then again, this was Merlin, the guy who disrespected Arthur before he knew he was a prince, disrespected him more when he did find out and became Arthur's servant, then disrespected even more now that he was a king. Merlin will make very obvious that the whole King card doesn't effect him.
Lancelot was the only one Merlin could talk to about his problems, and vise versa. They both had problems and they accept the others' problems. They even slept together a few times, just sleep. It was supposed to be one time thing, until Lance was knighted and given a bed chamber in the castle, but then he was exiled. That didn't stop Lancelot from slipping into Merlin's bedroom and staying there for a week, of course to Merlin - who needed some normal person time- it was like a week long sleep over. They talked about feelings, pranked Gauise a time or two, oh, and they cuddled in Merlin's bed. Waking up like that was weird, but no complaints.
Arthur will win Merlin. No doubt.
Lancelot will win Merlin. No doubt.
'Merlin, I am very sorry for trying to push you into this, we both are.' Arthur apologizes for himself and Lance, before the other can pull out words of romantic gold out of his arse, knowing that Merlin was girly enough to fall for it.
'I'm sorry about the ranting, guess I'm a bit girly today.' Merlin says, successfully lightening the mood.
'Merlin, I've said it before and I know I'll say it again. You are always gonna be such a girl.' Arthur teased.
'Said the guy who cried when he heard that his favorite singer got flu.' Lance joins in, quick to defend Merlin in anyway he can.
'You cried? Over that?' Merlin asked in pure disbelief, he had seen Arthur throw him self in so many death or death situations to prove his manliness, and nobility. The thought of Arthur in his room wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, crying 'She had so much to offer!' makes Merlin fall over with laughter.
'How do you know about that?' Arthur asked frustratedly, Merlin's seemingly endless laughter and rolling on the forest ground not helping his blush at all.
'With a inviting face like mine, you can get any information you want or didn't know you wanted from the maids. I got dirt on all the knights, Percival, the thing that guy gets up to, my personal favorite is Gwaine. Every maid had at least ten tales to tell.' Lance explains.
'Tell me everything...after Merlin stops laughing!' Arthur yells at the still laughing servant on the ground.
'I-I cant - ah ha a ha ha ha ha- stop! Help me- ah ha ha ha- seriously fucking help!'
Lance rolls his eyes before he bends down and pulls on Merlin's always there red neckerchief. Merlin immediately stops laughing and slaps the - in Merlin's mind- evil bandit's hand away.
'Hands off the scarf at all times.' Merlin says with a very serious tone.
Anyone who knew Merlin knows that his neckerchief is never to be touched by anyone who is not Merlin, Also anyone who knows Merlin has even met Merlin, has never and will probably never see his neck.
Merlin stands, and is completely calm now. He is unaware of the sexual predators that are now eying his neckerchief, wondering what that neck of his must look like. Why doesn't he show it? What is it that he is hiding?
Suddenly they all hear a stomach growl.
Arthur looks at Lance, Lance looks at Arthur. Neither one of the two is blushing at all, so that only leaves one person. The two nobles look at Merlin who is as red as the tomatoes that were thrown at him when ever Arthur got him thrown into the stocks.
'I guess I have a pot to fix, and you guys have some animal to murder. Get to it love sick clot-poles.' Merlin says as he turns and picks up the burned pot, that was so long ago forgotten.
Arthur and Lance take one last glance at Merlin's arse before gathering their hunting gear and heading off into the forest to catch some new breakfast. Since Arthur burned the rabbits that they caught before.
After the pot is restored to life, the rabbits are caught and cooked the trio ate for the first time since they left Camelot, and they all skipped breakfast then. They chatted and joked and teased like they always did. Eventually they, realized that they are eating breakfast and it is almost dinner time
Full and satisfied they all look at the dirty dishes.
'Those will be hell to wash.' Merlin says sleepily.
'We can wash them Merlin, we can at least return one of your favors.' Lance offers.
'Nobles suck at washing dishes, I remember a knight trying to help wash dishes. never knew that it was possible to break so much so fast. I'll do it.' Merlin says. Instead of getting up he looks at the dishes, his eyes becoming that beautiful gold once again.
The dishes float over to the river and a rag from the supply bag on Merlin's horse climbs out and follows the dishes. Arthur and Lance look in amazement as the dishes, literally wash themselves.
'Good night Gentlemen.' Merlin says before heading inside his tent. Once again, the nobles eye fuck Merlin's arse. Once Merlin is safely in his tent the King and his knight stare at the dishes that are still washing themselves.
'This is gonna get weird isn't it?' Lancelot asked.
'We are fighting over Merlin, it is already weird.' Arthur replies.