I'm really, really sorry for being so slow guys, I've been so busy :(

Plus this chapter was really hard to write... I hope it comes out okay...

Chapter Five

"Oh my good lord." Merlin clutched his head in his hands before trudging over to Arthur's door and leaning against it. "If he remembers any of this I am so dead." He murmured to himself, eyes closed and sighing deeply.

"Merlin! Where the bloody he-"

"Eep!" Merlin screamed as the door swung open behind him and he fell onto his back with a crash, his head smacking against the hard tiles.

"Merlin!" Arthur forgot what he was annoyed about and threw himself at his manservant who was lying unconscious on the floor. "Merlin are you okay?" Without thinking, Arthur straddled Merlin and grabbed his shoulders. "Merlin!" He shouted, leaning forward to check if his head was bleeding.

"Ar... thur." Merlin's whisper was cut short by a racking cough and Arthur sighed with relief, loosening the grip on his shoulders slightly. "Arthur... why are there two of you?"

"There aren't, there's only one of me." Arthur kept his voice soft, knowing that Merlin's head would be pounding.

"Stop shouting!" Merlin clutched his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "Urm Arthur?"

"Yes Merlin." Arthur chuckled, his eyes soft.

"Why are you... on top of me?" The prince's eyes widened and his smile hardened.

"I...I thought I'd killed you or something."

"So you thought you would sit on me?" Merlin raised an eyebrow at the blonde before lowering his gaze. 'Bad decision,' he reflected as he caught sight of how close they really were and felt all of his blood rush between his legs. He looked back up to Arthur's face a bit his lip, praying the blonde wouldn't notice. Arthur was staring at Merlin's lips, his pupils wide with lust.

"Urm... sorry." He cleared his throat and pulled himself up, back towards his manservant. Merlin let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding and tried thinking of Gaius in the bath. His erection was soon back to its original state and he pulled himself to his feet.

"Did you need me sire?" Merlin rubbed the back of his neck as he watched Arthur's back. The prince refused to turn around.

"No, well yes, and no..." The brunet took a step forwards and tilted his head in hope to see Arthur's face, but the prince turned his head to the wall and clenched his fists. "I just wanted to find you to tell you I'm not going hunting."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not! Don't question me! You're excused." Merlin stepped back to his original position, mouth open.

"Again! Do you not want me here?"

"No Merlin!" He jumped as Arthur turned around to face him. "Right now, I don't want you here. You're excused."

He glared at the prince as he turned back to face the wall before storming out of his chambers, slamming the door behind him.

Arthur quickly looked down and cursed. There was no way simply picturing his father and Gaius together would bring that down.

Well actually that helped a lot. He shuddered at the thought before walking slowly towards his bed.

He hadn't meant to shout at Merlin, he just couldn't bear to be in the same room as him. He had an effect on Arthur, one which the Prince would never admit out loud.

He sighed and pulled the furs over himself and curled his legs up to his chin, eyes drooping closed.

"Sire?"

"Better." Arthur stalked Merlin like a predator would its prey until his manservant's knees hit the bed, causing them to buckle and Merlin to fall onto his back on the bed. "Much better."

Merlin gulped as the blond bent down and began untying his neckerchief from around his neck.

"Arth-" He was cut off by the red material being shoved into his mouth.

"Merlin," Arthur shook his head and tutted, "Won't you ever learn?" Merlin felt his heart rate rise as Arthur curled his fingers into the material at the bottom of his shirt and brushed them over his stomach as he pulled it over his head, revealing the smooth, milky skin from underneath.

Arthur's head felt woozy, like his brain was sloshing about inside his skull, partly due to the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed, partly due to the feel of Merlin's skin under his fingers and he wrestled off his breeches.

"Mrph!"

"What was that Merlin?" He pulled the troublesome material off his manservant's feet before looking up at Merlin, who was staring down at him, arms outstretched. Arthur raised an eyebrow and leaned forwards so Merlin could rip his own tunic off over his head.

"Oh now I see." He smirked and pushed Merlin even further up the bed, so his head was next to the headboard. "Now, how do we make this a punishment?" He smirked as Merlin whimpered underneath him. "Well for one we need to get these out of the way." The prince ran his hands along Merlin's sides slowly, continuing up his arms until he had a tight grasp on both of his wrists. "You have a load of neckerchiefs around here somewhere right?"

"Stupid Prat, what's the point even working for him if he doesn't want me there?" Once again Merlin found himself muttering to himself whilst storming down the corridor. "You know," He started, pulling a random kitchen maid towards him by the wrist. "I might just quit working for the bastard."

She giggled and placed a hand on his arm. "You won't quit, you love him too much." She giggled again and continued down the corridor, leaving Merlin standing on his own, staring after her. Did he know her?

He ran a hand through his hair and decided to go outside. Maybe grooming Arthur's horse would calm him down, and put him back in Arthur's good books. "Not that I've done anything wrong." He shook his head and ran down the stairs.

"Merlin!" Gwen yelled at him from where she was pumping water from the other side of the courtyard. He waved back at her. "Did you figure out who tied you to your bed yet?" He froze; eyes wide as mothers covered their children's ears and stared at him in disgust. "Whoops!" She giggled and shrugged at him as he stood frozen to his spot.

"Gwen!" She ran over to him carrying her almost over-flowing bucket.

"I'm really sorry I forgot."

"You forgot what!" He yelled at her, making people scurry past him, avoiding eye-contact. "That you don't yell things like that in public places?!" She bit her lip.

"Sorry Merlin." He sighed.

"Sure, its fine." He shrugged and waved her off as he made his way to the stables, blinking away tears for reasons he couldn't explain.

Because Gwen is stoo-pid

:D Lol.. And Merlin feels unloved :(