Chapter Ten

"Merlin?" The man said.

"A-Arthur?" Merlin asked shakily.

As he stepped into the light Merlin could see Arthur was in a terrible state. The skin under his eyes was a bruised purple, and his hair and clothes were dirty and disheveled.

"Merlin!" Arthur sounded relieved as he grabbed Merlin's arm, pulling him in for a kiss. Merlin pulled his arm back and stepped back from Arthur.

"No, Arthur, we shouldn't." He looked awkwardly at the ground, avoiding the prince's gaze.

"But – " Arthur protested. Sighing, he agreed "You're right. Merlin, listen, my father…"

"Shh – it's ok." Merlin looked into Arthur's eyes, trying to hide his true feelings. "He was right."

"He was – what? No! He was wrong!" Urgently, Arthur took a step towards Merlin, placing his hand on his cheek, forcing him to look into his eyes. "What we feel is all that matters."

"That's just it, Arthur. I don't feel anything for you." He looked away from the prince's wounded stare, hoping he wouldn't see his lie.

"You're telling me that you don't feel anything for me?" Arthur slid his hand around to the back of Merlin's neck, pulling his face to his own.

The kiss was frantic. Arthur's hand were tugging at Merlin all over, begging him to come closer. His mouth sucked Merlin's hungrily, nipping his lip aggressively. Pulling back, Arthur whispered "I missed you," before pushing his mouth back against Merlin's quickly, forcing him up against the alley wall.