In a land of moderate wealth, and a time of too-much-booze, the entertainment of a group of friends rests on the shoulders of a boy who gets drunk too quickly. His name? ..Merlin.

It was all good fun and games at first. Arthur had been tired and isolated, and when he heard Merlin was going to a party with Morgana and Gwen, he had to come along. Little did he know, it was just the three of them, in Gwen's house, getting too drunk to move. He was already there and Merlin said it was about time he'd left his room, so he stayed anyways. He hoped if he drank enough wine, he'd pass out before it got too late.

Right now they were complaining about some rubbish things and Arthur took another swig from one of the bottles on the table they sat at. He handed the now empty bottle to merlin who sat next to him, across from Morgana. "What do you want me to do with it?" He half slurred, half whispered. Arthur shrugged, and he set it on the ground by his feet.

"I've got an idea!" Morgana proclaimed after about an hour-or another bottle of wine-later, which definitely had all of them-except for Morgana, who refused to drink more than a glass or two-at least a bit drunk by now. Especially Merlin, who, despite this, was good at holding his liquor. Gwen batted her eyelashes at her, a questioning look on her face. "Truth or dare!" Arthur groaned, and Morgana kicked him. "It'll be fun! We have to sit in a circle on the ground." They all stood, walking over to t he empty space with a table cloth spread on the ground. Such a spontaneous idea!, thought Arthur, but no on else seemed to care, and Merlin was more than happy to do anything, so he could have some fun with this. "I'll go first, I guess." Morgana said after a while of silence. She thought, trying to make it worth a story. She gasped and started laughing. This can't be good. "I dare you, Arthur, to make out with Merlin."

Oh dear lord.

It didn't sound like a bad idea. At the time. He looked at the two giggling messes that were Gwen and Morgana, and then at merlin, who was stiff as stone and staring at Morgana angrily. "N- No. That's not fair."

"What do you mean it's not fair? Make it fair!" Gwen demanded, sitting upright. This is too easy, thought Arthur.

"I'll kiss Merlin-"

"Make out with."

"Make out with," he gritted out at morgana. "Merlin...if you make out with Gwen."

"No, because that's no fair! It should only be one kiss because we totally didn't have to give you the right to make it fair." Morgana negotiated. The room was silent.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Merlin asked, arms in the air.

"Shut up, Merlin." Gwen said with a giggle. "You know you want to." Arthur turned his head in his direction, suspicious and questioning.

"N- No, I don't want to." He said, unable to avert his eyes from the prince's.

"You may have the honors, your royal pain," Arthur told Morgana, who glared but turned to Gwen. The kiss was sweet, gentle, loving. Gwen twirled a strand of her curly hair in her finger, unmoving otherwise. They were both smiling, trying not to laugh. They released, turning their heads and watching with evil eyes at the two boys.

"Pucker up, princess." Morgana shot back. Laughing a little to herself. He turned to Merlin, who looked like a scared, lost puppy eyes flicking between everyone. Arthur tried not to punch him for making him feel self-conscience.

"Oh, come one, this is ridiculous. he looks like he's just watched someone be murdered!" He got no response. He sighed, moving close to him and kneeling next to him. "This is only going to work," he said softly, grabbing his hand. "If you follow my lead." Merlin nodded, kneeling but still far away from Arthur. He grabbed Merlin's hips, pulling him foreword growling, "Come on." He wrapped his arms tight around his lower back, pressing their chests close; far too close not to be intimate. "Mine as well give them a show." he whispered into his ear, smirking. Merlin's eyes went wide. "You are okay with this, aren't you, Merlin?" He purred running a hand down his side. He nodded.

Arthur shrugged off Merlin's brown jacket, throwing it not far behind merlin, causing a verbal swoon from the girls. It started off slow, a simple, soft touch of lips on lips. (A gentle caress of lips, would be a better way of putting it.) Neither moved, just got used to the feel before Arthur pulled back, looking into his bright, blue eyes. But he didn't see much blue, his pupils blown wide. He pulled him into another kiss, this one deep; a tug of war of the lips that sent shivers down Merlin's spine. Merlin let his hands roam from Arthur's chest to his back, tracing circles. Merlin could hear faint comments and snickering, but everything became about Arthur when he started sucking on his neck, lost in the moment.

And Arthur was far gone, mind buzzing with all of the things he wanted to do and was going to do; the curve of Merlin's hip; the way Merlin moaned-soft and low, taunting and teasing. They broke for air, taking deep breaths and neither hesitating to continue their kiss. He lost all control of his vocal stability when Merlin bucked his hips into his, the friction better than anything; the sensation making him want more. He heard one of them gasp, it could've been himself.

They broke for air again, and this time Arthur told Merlin to lie down. He did so, and Arthur straddled his hips, waisting no time to connect again. But this kiss was powerful; a passionate collision of souls. Their tongues entwined, Arthur's exploring every bit he could reach. Merlin shivered underneath him, groaning as he bucked his hips up again-obviously restrained (and failed for that matter)-but damn, did it feel good. Arthur removed his red neckerchief, throwing it at Morgana and smirking when she huffed.

He moved to his neck, biting and sucking and licking and oh goooood... Merlin held his tunic in a tight grip, unsure of what to do. As if he could do anything. He was melting into the floorboards with pleasure and heat and Arthur. He let his head rest against the floor, raising his chin to give him more room. Arthur gazed longingly at the pale skin, his sweaty face and rosy cheeks. The tips of his ears burned red and it was the most adorable and arousing sight. He shared a glance with Morgana saying it was probably time to end it. He sat up, getting off and sitting cross cross, huddled over himself and hands blocking the obvious bulge in his pants.

Merlin, though suffering the same problem, did nothing. He didn't move, didn't speak, just laid on the ground and thought about Gaius naked. Ugh, he mentally scoffed, cringing and breathing heavily. Morgana smiled, throwing Merlin's scarf back at him, it landing on his stomach.

"That's the third bottle, how is it almost finished?" Gwen asked Arthur, who shrugged.

"Rough night." Merlin grumbled, snatching it and downing the rest. Arthur looked at him, shocked.

"How on Earth are you still holding it all?" Arthur asked, bewildered.

"I'm not a child." Merlin groaned, holding his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut. Unmoving.

"Think he's passed out?" There was a nod from Gwen, who pointed to her bed.

"Arthur, could you use your big muscles and get him up there?" She said with a yawn. Arthur laughed, standing on wobbly legs and watching black flood his vision.

"I can try."

"Maybe we should take him to gaius? he looks really ill." Morgana said, feeling his forehead. "He's bitterly cold. Arthur." Arthur groaned, slinging Merlin's arm over his shoulder and, with the help of Morgana, walking him into the palace.

AN: Just let it sit for a minute... :P Thanks for reading!