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Chapter 15
"You lie! How dare you say something like that!" said Arthur angrily.
"It's the truth! It's not my fault you can't handle it!" said Merlin, also angrily.
The rest of the gang groaned. The two had been arguing for a half hour on the same topic. It was now two o'clock in the morning. Arthur was on his third beer while Merlin was still on his first. Gwaine learned a while ago to not let Merlin have more than one bottle. He would act like the biggest party animal and one time, Gwaine found him stripping right on the bar. It was good blackmail material, but Percival would kill him if he used anything against Merlin. They learned to never let Merlin have more than one bottle. Merlin was the epitome of a lightweight.
Arthur, on the other hand, was what Gwaine called a high-functioning alcoholic. Meaning that no matter how much Arthur drank, he would remember everything the next morning, with one hell of a hangover.
"What are they arguing about again," asked Leon, trying to watch the late night movie on the television. Morgana had her head on his shoulder, out like a light and seeming oblivious of the argument just ten feet from her.
"Hell if I know," said Lancelot. "I tune them out."
"How the hell did you manage that," asked Elyan. "They're yelling so loud they could wake the dead?"
Morgana gave a light, girly snore and nuzzled against Leon's chest.
"Obviously not loud enough," said Gwaine.
"He is way cool," said Arthur. "Yours is a dog."
"He's not a dog, he's hilarious. Yours is suicidal."
"He's dedicated."
"Gwen, who's better? Kiba or Sasuke?" asked Merlin.
"Oh my God," said Gwen, exasperated. "Give it up already! They're both awesome."
"That's what they were arguing about?" asked Elyan in shock. "Cartoon characters?"
"Anime!" said both Merlin and Arthur.
The discussion turned argument began at ten when Merlin walked into Arthur's lavish apartment for the first time and saw the other man's extensive Japanese animation collection. First it had been an animated discussion on the animes each knew and what occurred in the series, then it became on argument to which anime was the best and to which character was better in which series. Now, hours later, they still haven't gotten to agree on anything.
"Lord, give me strength," said Gwaine as they started arguing again without pausing for an answer from Gwen.
"I'm gone," said Will. "I got class and work tomorrow."
"Me too," said Gwen standing to join her friends. "What about you guys?"
"We're off, too," said Percival. "It looks like those two will be at it for a while."
"Should we be worried," asked Elyan looking back at the arguing men.
"Nah," said Gwaine. "This will give them an opportunity to bond."
"Both are more stubborn than mules," said Morgana. "But if they hit a rock hard enough, eventually they'll know when to yield."
"How long have you been awake?" asked Leon in surprise at his girlfriend.
"Between Kiba's 'hotness' and Sasuke's 'coolness'," she said. "Let's go. Eventually, they'll tire of arguing and change topics or pass out or something."
The rest of the group silently agreed and left as the two now argued which technique was better between two characters.
"Sasuke's chidori is way better than Hiei's Black Dragon," said Merlin.
"Hiei's Black Dragon is an ultimate technique," said Arthur. "There is nothing better."
Merlin opened his mouth to argue more when he noticed the lack of bodies in the room.
"Where did everyone go?" he asked.
"They probably left to get away from your annoying voice," said Arthur walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"I'm not annoying." He followed Arthur and without asking, got himself a drink of water as well. "At least I'm not a clotpole."
Arthur turned to him angrily. "What did you call me?"
Merlin smirked at him.
"A clotpole." A sharp smack hit across the back of his head. "Hey!
"That's what you get for being annoying," said Arthur. "I suppose I should let you stay here tonight, but I only have the one bed."
"I'm fine with the couch," said Merlin.
Both returned to the couch in somewhat comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Arthur turned to Merlin.
"Why do you like books anyway, Merlin?" asked Arthur.
Merlin looked him in surprise.
"Why did you ask that out of the blue?" he asked.
Arthur looked down at the cup in his hand, fighting off his embarrassment.
"Well, when I was at your house and saw all of your mother's books, I saw how well read they were. You must have read them till you memorized every line."
Merlin laughed, embarrassed and nervous at the same time.
"Yeah, I have," he said.
"You're a Music and Literature major. I get wanting a career in one, but why not the other? Don't you want both?"
"I do," said Merlin defensively. "It's just, it's my dad. He never got to make his dream come true, and I do want to write music. I really do. Writing music, it connects me to my dad as much as books connect me to my mom. I want to feel closer to him."
Arthur looked at him in amazement. The words were different, but it was similar to what he had said to Wizard at the banquet almost a month ago about him mother. How was it that two people could connect with him to deeply?
"My first real memory was of my mum reading me The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Since then I've been complete in love with the written word."
Arthur gave him an amused look. "Sherlock Holmes, huh? Ever been to his home?"
Merlin laughed. "221B Baker Street? No, wish though."
Arthur looked at him shock. "You mean you live in London but you've never been to Baker Street?"
Merlin gave him an inquiring look. "Have you?"
Arthur blushed and looked away.
"No," he said.
Merlin laughed.
"Don't be surprised. Most New Yorkers have never been to Ellis Island or the Statue of Liberty. Just because you live there doesn't mean you've seen everything."
Arthur laughed.
"Can't argue with that logic," he said. "So, Merlin, do you have a boyfriend?"
Merlin laughed, remembering a similar discussion between them.
"What is this, Twenty Questions?" he asked.
Arthur shrugged nonchalantly.
"Just want to get to know you better," he said. "You hardly talk about your romantic life."
"Because I don't have one," he said.
"No one? Not even interested?" Merlin's cheeks tinged red and he turned away. Arthur laughed again. "There is someone! Who, Merlin? Tell me who!"
Merlin shook his head.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "He's too good for me. It would never work out."
"How do you know?" asked Arthur. "You're an amazing guy, Merlin. Any guy would be lucky to have you."
"How can you say that? I'm nothing special. I'm not handsome, rich or popular. All I have are my books and music. You shouldn't waste your time on me."
Arthur looked at him in shock.
"You don't see it, do you, Merlin?" he asked.
"See what?" asked Merlin looking at him, still skeptical.
"As corny as it sounds, there's something magical about you."
Before Merlin could say anything, Arthur leaned down and pressed his lips against Merlin's. Merlin gasped in shock and Arthur advantage of it and slipped his tongue into Merlin's mouth. Arthur moaned at Merlin's sweet taste. There was the soda Merlin switched to after his first and only beer, chips, popcorn and something distinctly Merlin.
Merlin moaned against Arthur's mouth. Arthur tasted like the beers he had and the snacks Arthur had laid out. Underneath it all was a taste that was only Arthur's. For weeks he wondered what Arthur was like as a kisser and all he could think was day-am, the man could kiss.
They kissed for several minutes before the need for air became relevant and they pulled apart, but Arthur rested his forehead on Merlin's catching his breathe. He looked at Merlin's flushed face and lust blown eyes and just knew without a doubt that after this, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off the man.
Then he remembered what Merlin said about liking someone else and pulled away.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Why?" asked Merlin.
"I shouldn't. Your someone…"
"We're not together," said Merlin. "So I'm not cheating on him. Do you have someone?"
Mordred came to mind. Arthur didn't know what it was, but there was something about the other man that got under his skin, and not in a good way. With Mordred everything felt forced, like stepping on uneven gravel. With Merlin, everything felt right.
"No," he said.
Standing, he took Merlin's hand and led him to the bedroom. The entire bed was done in red and gold bedspreads and somehow, Merlin thought that was so Arthur.
Arthur turned Merlin around started kissing him again as he slowly undressed him. Merlin did the same, slowly unbuttoning Arthur's shirt. As he slid it from Arthur's shoulders, he admired the perfectly sculpted chest and abs. Needing know what Arthur tasted like, Merlin lean forward and licked up Arthur's collarbone to his jaw. Arthur moaned in pleasure.
"God, Merlin."
Merlin smirked as he continued to lick down Arthur's chest. He was suddenly addicted to Arthur's taste. Reaching Arthur's chest, he flicked his tongue over one dusty nipple and felt it harden under his touch.
"Merlin," moaned Arthur, half in pleasure and half in protest.
"Yes, Arthur," said Merlin touching the other nipple with his fingers.
"Clothes off. Bed now," ordered Arthur.
Merlin laughed as he complied with Arthur's request. Unbuckling his belt, he slid his pants and underwear to the floor as he toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He laughed harder as he watched Arthur hop out of his boxers and wound up tripping over them on the floor.
"Need any help there, old man," he teased. Arthur sent him a soft glare.
"Shut up," he said. "I'm not that drunk."
"I didn't say you were," said Merlin sliding up on the bed with his legs wide open invitingly. "Well?"
If there was a record to how fast a person could take off their clothes, Arthur had beaten them all to get to the man on his bed. He went to his bed and pulled Merlin against him, pressing a bruising kiss onto him. He moaned when he felt Merlin's hot rod press against his stomach and his fit snuggly between Merlin's legs.
Merlin moaned into the kiss as Arthur pressed him against the bed and then start kissing down Merlin's neck. He laughed when he felt Arthur fumble into his nightstand.
"Trouble?" he asked teasingly.
"Shut up, Merlin," said Arthur taking out a condom and a tube of lube. "I won't go easy."
"And I'm not a virgin."
Arthur smiled at that and knelt down between Merlin's legs. Merlin looked at him in confusion for a moment before Arthur took him into his mouth.
"God! Fuck!"
Arthur laughed around Merlin's cock, making Merlin curse more. Merlin wasn't one to curse excessively, but at the moment he had the raven haired, blue eyed man cursing like a sailor. He used the distraction to lube up three of his fingers and push all three into Merlin's hole, quickly prepping the other man. Merlin cried out at the intrusion, which quickly became a sound of pleasure when Arthur found the spot deep inside him.
"Damn it, Arthur! A little warning next time," he said as Arthur pulled his fingers out. He vaguely heard the sounds of a condom opening.
Arthur laughed as he pulled off and moved up to look down at Merlin.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said.
The next thing Merlin knew, he was turned on his stomach with his cheeks apart before Arthur shoved his cock into Merlin. Merlin cried out against the intrusion but it quickly became a cry of pleasure when Arthur hit that spot again.
Arthur moaned at the feel of Merlin around him. It was the most incredible feeling he had ever had. There was no way to describe the volcanic heat around his dick.
"Tight," he said as he moved against Merlin. Merlin chuckled under him.
"Been awhile." He moaned. "You feel so good."
"So do you. Hot. Not going to last."
Merlin pushed against Arthur and Arthur moaned at the same time Merlin did.
"Then don't," said Merlin.
Arthur grinned against Merlin's neck before pounding into Merlin like his life depended on it. Merlin responded to him like they were one person. He pushed against Arthur as Arthur pushed against him and bucked every time Arthur hit his prostrate. His cries rose higher and higher as he neared his climax. Arthur's hand wrapped around his dick and he cried out as Arthur pumped him in time with Arthur's thrusts.
"Arthur!" he cried as he came. He swore he saw stars.
Arthur groaned as he felt the warmth on his hand and came. He bit down on Merlin's neck and felt Merlin come a second time before he passed out.
When he came to, he found himself on his bed with a smirking Merlin above him.
"Well, I can't say that happened to me before," he said.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You passed out," he said. "I'm good, but I didn't know I was that good."
"How long?"
"A minute. I pulled you onto the bed so you'd be comfortable."
Arthur made a sound of contentment as he turned to Merlin and spooned him against his side. He pressed his nose into Merlin's hair and breathed in sniffed the herbal scent of Merlin's shampoo.
"Stay?" he asked.
"Yes," said Merlin, answering in more ways than one as he drifted off to sleep.
XXXXXX
Mordred knock on the door and smiled when it opened.
"Hi, I'm Tom," he said. "I go to one of the classes with Merlin. He borrowed a text book from me and forgot to bring it. He said I could come here and get it."
Hunith looked at him in surprise.
"That doesn't sound like Merlin," she said. "Come in. His room is right upstairs. Would you like anything?"
"No thank you, ma'am. I'm real busy today."
"Of course," said Hunith and let Mordred in. he smirked as he couldn't believe how easy it had been to gain entry into Merlin's house. His mother really was an idiot.
Walking up to Merlin's room, Mordred noticed how music oriented the room was. There was an acoustic guitar and electronic keyboard in the corner near the desk with a music stand and music sheets. He walked over to the computer and opened it. Immediately, a password screen came up. Mordred paused for a second.
"Now what would your password be, Merlin," he said aloud.
He started typing.
D0CT0RWH0
INCORRECT
T0RCHW00D
INCORRECT
Mordred frowned. Figuring out a password shouldn't be this hard. Especially with Merlin. The guy was a geek. A cute geek, but still…
He looked up at the Gandalf poster Merlin had put up on the wall above his desk. An idea came to him and he typed.
L0NEW1ZARD
The screen began to start up and came to Merlin's desk top. The wallpaper was of a black hair and red eyed boy wearing a white Japanese tunic and pants held closed by a large purple rope wrapped around his waist and welded a katana. There were various folders on the wallpaper and Mordred itched to read what was in all of them, but the one that he was interested in was titled 'Merlin's Music'.
Taking a jump drive from his pocket, copied all the music and pocketed the drive. Powering down the computer he stood and pulled a book from his book bag and plastered a smile on his face.
"I got my book, Mrs. Emrys," he said holding it up.
"Oh good, dear," she said smiling at him. "It was so nice of you to let Merlin borrow your book."
"Merlin's a great guy, Mrs. Emrys," he said. "He says he gets it from you."
Hunith giggled like a school girl and Mordred grinned. With final goodbyes, Mordred left.
TBC