I'm just going to clarify, I never write anything intended to be slash.
The first time they faced an enemy after Arthur discovered Merlin's magic, he pulled the warlock up by his sleeve.
"You're with me, Merlin," he told him. "Do what you have to do."
So back to back, they fought. When one stepped, so did the other, remaining close and completely in tandem. Anticipating the other's movements, each man attacked and defended as if they were one person. They were victorious in a record period of time.
Arthur felt adrenalin coursing through his veins. Working with Merlin that way felt exhilarating and…right.
Maybe, Arthur mused, this is how destiny feels.
