Okay, I know what you're thinking. "oh God, Nerdsy updated less than six weeks after previous chapter WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER" But it's okay, I haven't been taken over by demons, Slovenians, goblins, or the like. I think. Not sure though, ha. Welp, here's the next chapter! Sorry, it's gonna be kinda short, but still—enjoy your Merthur! ^o^

H4cK3r—Chapter 2

Merlin and Arthur settled in for their movie, watching and making jokes and, yes, eating popcorn.

Kind of.

Okay, not really.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, a certain dark-haired someone got a little, well, excited.

Needless to say, when the pair woke the next morning, they were extensively sore in all the wrong places (for the obvious reasons), but still warm and cuddly-cozy.

Merlin stirred slightly, noticing Arthur's previously-awakened, though distracted state, and leaned over to kiss his boyfriend's smooth shoulder. "What're you thinking about, Mr. Pendragon?"

The blonde snorted. "I'm not sure you want to know…"

Merlin made a face, looking at him with a quirk in his lip. "Uh, yeah I do. I always do, you know that."

Arthur sighed. "Not this time…"

Merlin chuckled shortly, frowning. "If you say so…"

Everything was quiet for a few minutes, which was fine. Merlin figured he could use them for extra sleep. But just as he was slipping back into dreamland, Arthur spoke. "Okay, fine, I'll tell you. Just…don't get mad, or all possessive and shit. I can't control my thoughts.

"Um…okay…"

"Ah…" Arthur started, "I was thinking about…my ex…"

The crease between Merlin's eyebrows deepened. "Which one?"

"Alex."

"Oh, Mr. Internet."

"Yeah…" Arthur's mouth twitched. "Did you know he was a hacker?"

"Wait, really?" Merlin only sounded so surprised.

"Heh, yeah. I'm pretty damn glad I broke up with him…"

"Ah, so am I…" His tone was almost dark, almost.

That was because he was sure Arthur didn't understand the entirety of the truth he had just spoken.

—

A few days passed, lighthearted and fast. Arthur no longer mentioned any ex-boyfriends, and Merlin didn't ask. That was it. They were happy.

Plans were quickly made for another few dates between them, like bowling, shopping, and other little things like that—the most recent of which being dinner at Merlin's apartment and a Doctor Who marathon to follow (with obvious cuddling).

In the middle of this marathon (and cuddling) though, Arthur's phone buzzed on the end table. Extracting his arm from behind Merlin's waist, he reached across his boyfriend to grab it off the end table. When he read the name displayed on the screen (A/N: They both have iPhones or Androids or something touchscreen and expensive I think) he hummed an exasperated sigh. "Oh, lookit that. It's Dad. Be back in a sec."

He stood carefully, stretching and unlocked his phone, answering it. "Dad? What's up?"

Merlin, still engrossed in the show (major fanboy), noncommittally asked "What does he want?

His boyfriend frowned. "Huh. He wants me to drop by his place, something to talk to me about. He wouldn't say though."

That shook the dark-haired boy. "Now?" He was very nearly whining.

"'Fraid so. I'm pretty sure it's urgent, otherwise he would've just texted, or called me when I got home."

Merlin cursed under his breath and stood as well, walking his boyfriend to the door. "Fine, I'll let you go this time."

"You say that every time, silly."

"Oh, shut it. We on for Saturday's picnic?

"Of course! Message me the details, and I'll probably even remember to make those sandwiches you like."

"Yes."

"Heh, you and your food obsessions…"

They kissed delicately for a moment, but as it was quickly becoming more and more heated, Arthur ended it before it could go anywhere—they both knew how pissed Arthur's father would be if his son was an hour late again for "unknown" (undisclosed, yet obvious) reasons.

The blonde pressed one last peck to Merlin's lips, then left with a quiet reminder to text him the details of their next date, and a slight breeze from the open-and-closed door. Leaning against that door, he whipped his own cellular out and sent Arthur the following: hey ;) picnic 1:30p woodland park. c u thn 3

Right away, clearly before he had even begun driving, Arthur shot him a response: You must really want those sandwiches… xD

Merlin chuckled, replacing his phone in his pocket. With that, he returned to the living room and fell back to the couch, sighing at his moderately-sized flatscreen. "Okay, Matt Smith. It's just you, me, and the Ponds now…"

He spun the volume dial on his crappy remote, sending it almost as high as it would go, and thought about the Eleventh Doctor, the beautiful Arthur Pendragon, and his own not-so-pretty past.

Well, I hope that was long enough. 1:45am, so I think I'm going to fall over (whilst sitting down) if I don't go upstairs and GO TO SLEEP NOW. Love you guys, thanks for reading! ^_^

Ta,
Lorakeet~