Arthur couldn't seem to keep his mouth off of Merlin, who was still lying underneath him, completely naked and breathing a bit heavy. The only thing that covered them was a light blanket, which Merlin had used magic to get, which had lead to more groping on Arthur's part…which, now that he thought about it, was probably why Merlin's breathe was still labored.

Arthur was leaving, lazy, opened mouth kisses on Merlin's shoulder and for the most part, was still completely dazed, on a high that really, just wouldn't leave him.

"Wow..." he mumbled into Merlin's skin, unwilling to move just yet. He could hear and feel Merlin laughing under him. He pulled back then and looked at him. Merlin just lie there, cheeks a bit pink and his dark hair stuck to his forehead; he looked back at Arthur with a smile. "Did I do everything right?" he couldn't help but ask. "Was I…good?"

Merlin was laughing at him again and Arthur kind of really wanted to smack him. How rude, it was a very valid question; after all…Arthur had never done this before. Well, he had done this, but not with a man.

"I'm sorry," Merlin said, as Arthur started glaring. "Of course you did…and you were," he was still chuckling lightly. "I really couldn't say though, it's been twenty five years since I've been romantic with anyone."

"Twenty five years?" Arthur asked, eyes widening. No one could go that long. "Why?"

"I guess just couldn't find anyone I was interested in..." Merlin shrugged. "And…I knew you were out there, I could feel it, I don't want anyone else but you."

"You mean the king..." Arthur sighed, turning away, reflecting back on the vision he had had, he still didn't know what to make of it or if he should tell Merlin. Up until this point, he had been a little busy. But now, the worries were back again.

"No, you," Merlin told him, using a hand to force Arthur to look at him again. He brushed gentle fingers over Arthur's cheekbone and the bridge of his nose, and his right eyebrow, smiling at him fondly. Like Arthur was the best thing in the whole world, at least to Merlin anyway. And Arthur wanted to be the best thing in the whole world, at least to Merlin anyway, but not as the king, as himself. He didn't want this, he had only wanted to make Merlin happy, to make him like him. Truth be told, Arthur didn't want to be the king, he didn't want the memories and if that was all Merlin wanted then…they shouldn't be doing this.

"Merlin," he said, Merlin let his hand drop to Arthur's shoulder and just looked at him, Arthur took that as a go ahead to talk. "What if I'm not the king?"

"What?"

"What if he comes back right now?" Arthur continued, not entirely sure, where he was going with this. "What if he comes out of the lake right now and comes looking for you? If he walked in right now, all soaking wet and wanting you, you would leave with him, wouldn't you?"

"That's stupid, Arthur, it's impossible," Merlin shook his head. He didn't answer the question though and that made Arthur sigh.

"But what if he does?"

"If by some chance I'm wrong, that you're not him and…you still make me feel the way that you do, then…" Merlin paused, biting his lip. "Then I'd tell him he's lost his chance."

"You would stay with me?" Arthur asked, just to make sure and truthfully, he didn't believe one word Merlin was saying. "You're in love with him."

"If you're not him then….I'm not anymore," Merlin said, looking so utterly troubled about this. "I want you, just the way you are now, even if you never remember, or Arthur Pendragon comes walking out of Lake Avalon tomorrow. It doesn't matter."

"You've waited so long for him," Arthur reminded, it was all pointless he knew this. He knew, now more than ever before, who he was and who he didn't want to be, but he needed to know where Merlin stood, and if he knew Arthur remembered…he would want him to remember more.

"I can wait longer," Merlin smiled all of a sudden, leaning up and pressing his lips to Arthur's for just a second. "Stop being so serious, let's go upstairs."

Arthur felt unsure, very unsure actually. But smiled anyway, trying to pull his body away from Merlin's with some sort of dignity that just wasn't there.

"Where are my pants?" he asked, there was no way in hell he was going anywhere without them, they were nice pants. He was looking all around, still not fully off of Merlin, grumbling about how expensive his pants were when suddenly they appeared in front of them, he looked up at Merlin just in time to see the faint gold leaving his eyes. "You have got to stop doing that to me!"

"Doing what?" Merlin asked, as he scurried himself back, making to stand up.

"That magic thing."

"You asked me to show you magic, so I am," Merlin shrugged, pulling on his pants with much more dignity than Arthur could find. Finally, Arthur got up and did the same, finally, slipping on his shirt soon after. As they headed toward the stairs, Arthur watched as Merlin waved a lazy hand and the fire went out. Damn him. Merlin had talked about having magic since Arthur had known him and at first, of course, Arthur didn't believe a thing he was saying, but after awhile it just became a subject they talked about sometimes. Arthur never expected this, a bunny out of a top hat, sure, but actual, real, Harry Potter like magic…it was crazy. And the gold eyes, god, the thought alone made Arthur feel hot all over.

Once they got to Arthur's bedroom, Arthur staggered over to his bed and fell in it. He watched Merlin, with a raised eyebrow, as he made to lie in the other bed.

"What are you doing?" Arthur had to ask, as Merlin sat down.

"I just thought, we should…" Merlin mumbled, using his hands to both point at Arthur's bed and his. Arthur laughed and even still, didn't move over in his bed.

"Get over here!"

Merlin got up, however, with haste, as if he was just waiting for Arthur to tell him it was okay and then he was in bed with him, nose wedged into Arthur's neck. Arthur wrapped the blankets around them then and within minutes, was out like a light.

In the morning, Arthur woke up the same way he had fallen asleep, with Merlin pressing against him, with his arms wrapped about Arthur's waist; the only slight change now, was Merlin was leaving kisses on his neck.

"Hello," he said, darkly, in Arthur's ear. Arthur was just beginning to think they had a bit of time before his mother would be up and starting breakfast...that was until a loud knock crushed those hopes. He sat up, dislodging himself from Merlin, irritated. "We'll have a few hours before the party today, you know."

"Yes, I do know," Arthur smirked then, standing up, heading over to get changed. "We'll have the house to ourselves."

"I'm not doing it in the living room again!" Merlin warned. "Especially not in the day light!"

"You are act a lot more modest than you actually are, you know," Arthur teased, which Merlin looked rather affronted over, as they walked down stairs together.

They walked into the kitchen to see Morgan and Arthur's father at the table, just like any other morning, while his mother was cooking breakfast. But unlike any other morning, Morgan looked up at them with the biggest, evilest grin Arthur had ever seen and he just knew, they were in for it. She kindly, (or not so kindly, rather,) waited until their mother was sitting and mumbling details of the day's plan and the party tonight.

"Hey..mum, dad, did you hear these two going at it last night?" she asked, smirking wickedly at Arthur, who was cursing in his head. "I came down for a drink of water…worst mistake of my life."

Merlin was choking now, on his Eggs Benedict and rather red faced. Arthur, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to look ashamed of himself. After all, he was twenty five years old, who he chose to have sex with was his choice, and when he chose to have this sex was also his choice. He didn't want to look up at his parents but did anyway, reluctantly, his mother looked rather revolted, while his father smirked into his coffee.

"Ohh, Merlin…ohh, Arthur…" she mocked them. "It was absolutely disgusting!"

"You know," Arthur barked then. "Why don't you just shut up?"

"You wouldn't shut up…I will have nightmares about it for the rest of my life."

"No one asked you to come downstairs!" Arthur yelled then, throwing a estranged napkin in the heat of his anger.

"No one asked you to get it on in the middle of the living room either!" Morgan retorted, looking and sounding much too smug for someone who is only sixteen as of today. "You couldn't have kept it in your pants until you got upstairs?"

"That's enough, Morgan," their mother said then.

"Mum, they had sex on your floor!" she said, pointing at them like they had committed a crime. Arthur wanted to commit a crime, the crime of killing your sister.

"When you're older and understand the temptations of another person's body, you will understand why," their mother said then, with a level voice Arthur just knew she was faking. "Until then…let it go, please."

"Fine, I get it…I will," Morgan said, smiling at Arthur then, almost like a good sister, but he knew better. She turned to Merlin. "Just one thing though….how are you sitting?"

Merlin turned red as a tomato, Arthur's mother made a gasping noise like she might be dying and Arthur's father, he was forced to set down his coffee, as he laughed, so hard his face turned red too.

"Morgan!" their mother yelled then, standing up. "You apologize right now!"

"No," she smirked. "It was an honest question…"

Their father was still laughing, something fierce and Arthur didn't quite know how to handle this situation. In the end, Arthur just decided to vacate the premises at all cost. He grabbed Merlin's arm and pulled him up, no man get's left behind after all, and dragged him from the kitchen.

"There they go again…" Morgan made a comment as they bolted. "Don't be too loud, the neighbors might here!"

Once back in the safety of Arthur's bedroom, Arthur was pacing, too overcome with anger at his sister to sit down. Merlin, he just sat there, on the bed, as he had been doing in the kitchen, silently and shamefully.

"I told you we should have come up to your room!" Merlin barked then, suddenly, taking Arthur by surprise. "What did I say? I said let's go up to your bedroom….what did you do? You say, 'nah, I wanna do it here,' look where that got us!"

"I'm sory," Arthur said, biting his lip. "Do you regret it now?"

"Never," Merlin shook his head. "But your parents probably hate me…"

"No, they don't, " Arthur shook his head and came and sat down next to Merlin. "Why would they hate you?"

"I don't know…" Merlin shrugged. "Because here I am your whore again."

"You're not my whore, stop saying that," Arthur corrected him. "This wasn't just sex and they know that, they know how we feel about each other," he took Merlin's hand in his and smiled. "Everyone can see it."

"Who's everyone?"

Oh, I don't know..." he mumbled, pulling Merlin closer and attaching his lips to the man's jawbone. "My mum…Gwen…Patrick, and probably by dad and Morgan…definitely Morgan."

"Gwen?" Merlin asked then. "What do you mean?"

"She was the first one," Arthur admitted. "She saw something between us before anyone else had, in the coffee shop; a long time ago…she asked how long we had been together."

"What did you tell her?"

"I freaked out, it was before I realized… "

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared, but I'm not anymore."

Merlin smiled at him, kindly. He pushed Merlin down then, climbing on top of the skinner man, trying to pull the shirt over his head in the process. Merlin was fighting against him though, trying to get out of his hold, but that only managed to make their hips grind together. Arthur approved.

"After everything your sister said, you are really in the mood for that?"

But Arthur didn't have time to answer, instead there was a knock on the door, he moved away from Merlin quickly, swearing that if it was Morgan he would strangle her right there. But in fact, it was actually his mother; she walked in and smiled at them.

"I know you are...not very happy with Morgan, and you have every right not to be," she started. "But I must get over to the party venue and someone has got to take Morgan to the hairdresser."

"Can't dad do it?" Arthur whined, the last thing he wanted was to do was spend any time with Morgan.

"He has work until seven; please Arthur, for your mummy!"

Well, there was no arguing with that.

(A/N:I am currently sick as a very sickly dog, so updating is not fun like this, but I did my best at editing it. This chapter is more a filler, but had a bit of importance in it. Happy reading! :) Next time I update I hope I'm less sick.)