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This is one of my shorter chapters so the end can leave you wanting more. I'm evil that way.

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"Come on, I know you talked. I heard you." Merlin stared straight into Kilgh's eyes and waited for him to respond, except nothing came. He hadn't imagined it when yesterday the dragon had told him he better find a way to help him. Was it possible these dragons could talk? That they were more intelligent then his people thought? "Please talk Kilgh. I'll give you some more fish if you do …" his voice trailed off as he saw Kilgh had already finished every last scrap of food he'd brought with him. "Maybe not."

Feeling frustrated, he lay back against the grass and stared up at the dark sky. It would rain soon, that much was evident, except he found he didn't care. If anything Merlin enjoyed the rain. It meant he got a night off from work and he could walk the paths of Camelot using magic without being seen. For some reason the people of Camelot hated the rain and were rarely caught out in it. It was the perfect opportunity to have some fun without worrying about the consequences.

"You know what I think sometimes? That I'm not from around here. I mean … you'd think someone from Camelot would be able to do magic. It can't be just me." Lifting his hand into the air above him, he felt the magic flowing through every inch of him like it was a part of him and sighed. "It's time like these I wish my parents were here to answer questions."

"Your special, that's all."

Merlin turned his head and looked at the dragon who peered down at him with interest. So he did talk. Only when he wanted to it seemed. "Well sometimes I hate being special. You think any of the people I know would talk to me again if they knew what I could do? I'd be treated like a freak … like a monster. I might as well be a bloody dragon in their eyes." Without much effort, he made a stone next to him hover in the air and go in front of Kilgh's nose. "Maybe I'm from another island and washed up on shore when I was little."

"You don't remember?"

He shook his head and made the stone fly into the water, "I remember nothing before the age of eight. It's almost like I didn't exist until that point …" Not that anyone knew this. Most people never commented that Merlin came out of nowhere, it made him wonder whether he had been here in those eight years and an accident had rid him of the memories. Just no one would tell him. "Have you always been able to talk?" Merlin asked quietly.

"No. Just since I met you."

"Lucky you," Merlin teased and wrapped his arms around Kilgh's neck as it lay down next to him. "Like me, you're special."

Merlin sat at one of the smaller tables in the main dining hall as he read a book about the different kinds of dragons. Apparently every dragon except the dragon he needed to read about had great detailed notes beside it's name. He wanted to know everything he could about Kilgh, what he ate, how he flew, why he seemed to be the only one. Yet beside his breed's name there was just a line saying, 'none who have met such a beast have lived to tell the tale.' Imagine what would happen if people knew Merlin had not only found one but had gotten it injured to the point it couldn't fly.

Sighing as he stared at the blank page, he heard a roar of laughter come from a nearby table and lifted his gaze to see Arthur sat in the center of a huge crowd. "It was pathetic. They just ran around with their swords and shields swinging around, I swear none of them should be allowed to even join. And Merlin, he was the worst of all. He didn't attempt to attack and just hid behind his shield, I had to save him in the end from being turned into ashes. He'd be dead in no time if I wasn't there to watch his back. I swear people like him should stick to doing what they're good at. Being servants!"

Another roar of laughter escaped the men and Merlin's hands turned into fists, the person Arthur mocked could take him apart with one flick of the hand, just because Merlin hadn't fought the dragon, didn't mean he should be a servant. Maybe he just had a conscience unlike the rest of them. Grabbing his book, Merlin threw his rubbish in the bin and started to make his way out of the hall. "Hey, isn't that him?" A guy yelled and Merlin looked over his shoulder to see he was the main attraction. Unlike the rest of the guys though, Arthur wasn't smiling and instead looked extremely guilty for being caught.

Slamming the door on his way out, he shivered as the cold rain drenched him and Merlin was quick to reach his home which luckily wasn't too far away. Shutting his door and putting the book on the table, he looked around to find something to take his anger out on. Nothing jumped out at him that was up to the task. "He'd be dead in no time," Merlin said in a mocking tone as he repeated Arthur's words. "Well guess who would be dead without me! You idiotic, clotpole, prat of a Prince!"

Hearing a knock at the door, Merlin hobbled over to it since his foot was now throbbing and opened it to see none other than Arthur standing there. Completely soaked. "What do you not understand about leaving me alone? Piss off!" Merlin went to slam the door in his face but a foot got in the way and Arthur easily forced the door open so he could slip inside. "Get out Arthur, I mean it, I'm in no mood to tolerate your mood swings."

"I just wanted to come and apologise-"

"Apologise for what? That you said what you did or that you got caught? Face it Arthur, you're a prat and that will never change. Go back to your castle and leave me in peace, it's bad enough I have to see you a training practice, now you keep turning up to my house uninvited. What do I have to say or do to make you realise that I don't want you in my life?" Merlin knew he was being harsh, he was just sick to death of Arthur treating him first like a servant, then almost kissing him three times and finally talking about him behind his back. If he didn't know any better, he'd say there were two Arthur's and neither were seen together.

"You don't mean that. I wasn't the only one in that bed that day or the one looking adorable when pressed up against the door, you're equally to blame for all … this!"

"This what?" Merlin questioned.

"Whatever this is going on between us," Arthur came towards him from across the room and Merlin put his hand out as he moved backwards. His feet almost tripping over themselves as he did so.

"Nothing is going on between us, Arthur. Nothing will ever go on between us. You have this idea stuck in your head that you can have anything you want, well I'm not something you can have, go find Gwen and take her back to your chambers. She's more your type." Merlin felt the back of his legs hit the table in his kitchen and Arthur was stood in front of him a second later. He had nowhere left to run. "Back off."

"If you say nothing is going on between us then why are you trying so hard to get away from me?" Arthur teased and if it wasn't for the sneeze that left his lips, Merlin would have remarked that he was a scary person to be around.

"Let me dry your clothes before you freeze to death," Merlin said and moved past him to start up the fire in the fireplace.

"I had no idea you were so eager to have me undress," Arthur teased and he ignored him. Merlin may not like Arthur's attitude and behaviour but he wasn't going to let him freeze.

"Just take off your clothes and chuck them over here, I'll find you something to wear in the meantime." Merlin got to his feet and turned away from the fire to find Arthur already undressed, not a single item of clothing covering his perfectly tanned skin. He couldn't even stop himself when his mouth fell open a little at the sight of the Prince naked. It was not what he was expecting that was for sure.

"Like what you see?"

"I've seen better," Merlin replied and grabbed a blanket that had been draped over the back of his sofa. Throwing it at the frowning Prince, he tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and gathered up Arthur's clothes from the floor. "Sit down or something," he suggested and hung up the clothes in front of the now roaring fire. Getting back to his feet, he looked down at the clothes and whispered, "Dreócræft." The clothes instantly dried and Merlin would come back to them in a few minutes to claim they hadn't been as wet as he thought, at least it gave him an excuse to get the very naked Prince out of his home.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around his waist and he was pulled back against a solid form. For people who'd just been soaked through by the rain, Merlin found he was almost as hot as Arthur felt. "What are you doing?" Merlin couldn't help but ask as Arthur's fingers curled around the hem of his top.

"I wasn't the only one who got wet. You should strip too, it's only fair." Merlin moaned inwardly as the Prince now took hold of his top and pulled it swiftly over his head, his bare back now pressed against Arthur's chest. Who knew that such contact could bring up feelings you'd been denying for so long. He didn't even stop Arthur when he pressed his lips against Merlin's neck, his teeth gently nipping at his skin and working their way to one of his large ears. "Isn't this so much better then fighting?" Arthur whispered and Merlin's body tensed as he felt one of Arthur's hands slip beneath his trousers.

"Stop…" Merlin replied quietly and if it wasn't for Arthur's arm around his waist, he'd be a puddle on the floor right now. "You … shouldn't …" his eyes closed at Arthur's first touch and it took all his will power to do what he did next. "Bebeorgan," the word left his lips and Arthur was thrown through the air. He landed by the door in a heap and Merlin didn't dare turn around as he tried to calm himself down. He knew he would curse himself later for doing that, that when he slept he'd dream of what could have happened, for now he had to deal with the situation.

Arthur had been too close not to have heard him whisper the spell, plus the whole flying through the air couldn't be explained any other way and there was no one there with him to be responsible. Merlin had used magic in front of the Prince and now the consequences would follow. So why was it rather than panic that his secret was found out, he was more scared of how Arthur would look at him from now on?