I realise 'Gwen's chambers' in the castle don't really exist, as she lives in a house .... But let's say she has chambers near Morgana's in case she has a nightmare.

Chapter Four

"Arthur Pendragon what the hell did you do last night?!" The prince stood up sharply, sending the young girl in his room a confused look.

"Morgana? You're in my room..."

"State the obvious why don't you." She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Answer my question."

"I have no idea what you're talking about..."

"You were utterly, incomprehensively drunk when I came into Merlin's chambers last night to ask Gaius for a sleeping draught after the feast and-"

"Wait what?" Morgana frowned.

"Uh... I went to Gaius to ask him for a sleeping draught... What are you looking at?" She furrowed her brow as Arthur stared at her questionably.

"When? What time?"

"A few hours after the feast, Gwen and I were in her chambers talking for a bit and then I-"

"What were we doing?" Arthur walked towards her, eyes wide. She raised her hands defensively in front of her chest.

"Arthur? What's going on? I was questioning you remember..." The blond rolled his eyes.

"Morgana, I was so drunk yesterday that I can't remember anything I did last night, well except for... urm...no, nothing." He bit his bottom lip as the young ward raised a single, perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Except for what?"

"Nothing Morgana, now what were we doing in... Merlin's chambers?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously before seating herself delicately on the end of Arthur's bed.

"Well you and Merlin were sprawled across the floor with four bottles of rubbing alcohol surrounding you..."

"FOUR!" Arthur grabbed the sides of his head, eyes wide with fear. No wonder he couldn't remember anything! In truth, the simple fact that he is still conscious is a miracle.

"Oh calm down drama queen, I took two away from you. You wouldn't let go of the others." He sighed and joined her on the end of her bed.

"Then what?"

"Well, you were both giggling your arses off. Then Merlin hiccupped and you looked like you wanted to ravish him... Then I legged it out of there, I didn't want to interrupt." She stood up and brushed down her dress. "Now, if you really can't remember what you did, I have things to do-"

"Hair to brush, Gwen to kiss..." Arthur finished for her.

"Oh grow up." She growled at him and stormed out of the room.

Arthur giggled as the door slammed shut, before frowning. "Merlin hiccupped and I looked like I wanted to ravish him?" He mused to himself. "Oh... I remember..."

"Morgana!" Merlin giggled as the king's ward stared at them. "What are you, hic, looking at?" Merlin pressed his fingers to his lips as he hiccupped, a gesture which didn't go unnoticed by the prince.

Arthur had always had a thing for lips. Merlin had the most beautiful pink, pouting lips. Lips you wanted to bite down into, just to see if they tasted as nice as they looked... Arthur found himself growling and licking his own lips, his gaze never leaving Merlin's mouth.

"I'll.... leave you to it." He didn't even look up as Morgana closed the door on them.

"Arthur?" Those striking lips formed his name, his teeth catching his tongue in the middle. It took all of his self control to drag his gaze from his lips to his eyes, which were staring at him in a confused manner.

"That's my name Merlin." He smiled and felt his head droop forward slightly.

"I thought I was supposed to call you sire?" He furrowed his brow for a moment, the quiet words sending pain to his temples.

"You are..."

"So what's my punishment?" Punishment? Oh...he'd forgotten about that.

"I know just the thing." Arthur pulled himself forwards onto his hands and knees and crawled over to him.

"I don't know about you, Arthur, but this doesn't seem like much of a punishment." Merlin grinned and leant over to kiss his Prince, who ducked out of the way at the last minute. "Arthur?"

"You're right Merlin." Arthur bit down on his bottom lip and winked. "This isn't a very good punishment." He pulled himself up to standing and rolled his hips towards his manservant's face. Merlin gulped and stared. "Stand up Merlin."

"I'm quite happy down here thanks," He tugged at the top of Arthur's breeches.

"No, this is your punishment. Stand up."

"Why didn't I just refuse the damn drinks?!" Merlin muttered to himself all the way up the corridor leading to Arthur's chambers, cursing loudly occasionally, and making the rare maiden jump.

"Shit!"

"Eep!" A high pitched squeal sounded from his right.

"Sorry."

"Merlin?" He looked up to see Morgana frowning at him.

"Morgana? Sorry I was a bit out of it..."

"Oh God, not you too."

"What?"

"You're all jumpy. I was just speaking to Arthur; he said he couldn't remember anything from yesterday."

"Oh right, yeah same here." Merlin shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh well."

"Oh well? Do you not care?" Another shrug. "Urgh!" She threw her hands up in the air to create a sense of over-dramatic despair. "You men are so aggravating!"

"Bye then..." He watched as she marched away from him down the corridor before continuing down to Arthur's chambers.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Merlin froze in his tracks, eyes wide as he heard Uther's booming voice from behind him. "Buffoon!" He swivelled on his heels, expecting to see a growling king breathing down his neck.

He let out a sigh of relief, however, when he saw that the king was in fact yelling at his own servant, who had tripped over his own feet by the looks of things and was now lying across the floor.

"Sorry sire."

"Don't apologise you idiot just stand up!"

"Just stand up!" Merlin hooked his hands into Arthur's shirt and pulled himself to standing, his nose less than an inch away from Arthur's, his eyes clouded with lust.

"Yes Arthur?" He smirked and bit at the prince's bottom lip. "What is it Arthur?" He kissed the Prince's jaw, just below his ear. "Did you want something Ar-mrph?" The name was muffled by its owner, who shoved his mouth onto Merlin's with as much force as he could muster.

"You will address me correctly Merlin." He panted, glaring at his manservant. His hair was messed up and his lips were red. The sight made Merlin throw his arms around the prince's neck and pull their faces together again roughly but, to his dismay, Arthur pressed hard on his chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Arthur?" The prince growled and pushed Merlin back towards his bed.

"That's Sire, Merlin."

I'm really not updating very fast... :/

I have no time!!! Stupid GCSE's... *frowns*