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It was a warm spring day, with the promise of drought and dryness. The people were struggling with rations and trying to maintain their food source. Slowly, even within the castle walls people were growing hungry. But this did not stop two lover’s as they play and fool with their destiny, the nights spent learning of each other and their bodies, the days they resume their roles as Prince and servant. Today was a slow day for Prince Arthur, his duties finished early and his schedule free until later that afternoon for council. In all this time, Merlin had a hold on him like no other, losing sleep, losing track of time, not thinking straight. He was so in love with this man he feared he’d lose himself completely… Little did he know, he had already lost himself to the devotion of his servant. Merlin had him doing things he never thought. It was becoming normal for Merlin not to sleep in his room, Gaius began to understand that most nights his son would be sleeping with Arthur. Of course he didn’t know the half of it. He just assumed Merlin was tired and busy. Arthur walked along the hall on the highest level of the wing. Kicking dust up, mind on his servant. Wondering what he was up to. And as if thought had summoned him, Arthur saw his man hurrying down the hall with an arm full of Arthur’s unwashed clothes. He smirked and ducked behind a piller. Waiting for his man to come by and when he did, Arthur pulled him by the arm, his free hand around Merlin’s mouth to stop him from calling out. Arthur’s laundry a pile on the floor now. Arthur swung Merlin’s back against Arthur’s body, still pinning himself against the piller. “Merlin, I didn’t want to startle you. But oft times than not, you can be such an idiot.” He whispered against Merlin’s ear, slowly releasing his hand from Merlin’s mouth. Merlin chuckled softly, leaning into the older man, looking back at him as his body shivered. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be stalking me is all. Don’t you have a council meeting to attend?” He stroked the side of Arthur’s face, pushing his long strands away from his eyes. Arthur put his hands around Merlin’s belly. Smiling at his slender build. “Council is not until this afternoon.” He purred as he planted gentle kisses down Merlin’s neck. Worshiping his body, kissing the marks he left on him below his neckerchief just the other night. “I want to show you something.” “Mmh. If it isn’t as important as this I’d rather stay here.” Merlin mumbled softly, arching his neck to expose it for Arthur. His kisses making his body warm in places he’d rather not have right now. “Not here, Merlin.” Arthur chuckled at his servants' willingness. Trailing his hand along Merlin’s waist before Arthur reached for his own, taking the keys off his belt. Kissing Merlin on the lips then leaving his servant. “Merlin.” He called out softly when Merlin lingered too long. Merlin quickly ran to catch up with his master. Smiling the whole time. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see!” The Prince broke out in a run also, making sure Merlin stays a safe distance behind that is acceptable for a servant as they rushed past guards and commoners. Even passing Uther on his commute toward the throne room. Arthur led his servant down into the stables. Into the tack room where Merlin groaned in annoyance because he’s seen this place so many times. The fun was taken out of this. “Shut up, Merlin.” Arthur snarled at his man’s protest. Both out of breath from running. Arthur moved a large shield decor off the wall, revealing a small door. Arthur took the keys he had and fiddled with a few before finding the right one and unlocking this door. Arthur opened it with a smirk. “After you, my love.” He winked. “Uh Are you sure this is safe? It looks very dark in there and- oof!” Arthur shoved Merlin into the passageway. He stumbled into the dark hallway. It was small but surprisingly airy. Though Merlin did have to bend slightly so he wouldn’t hit his head on the low roof. He turned around to look back at Arthur. “What was that for?!” He said, still trying to catch his breath. Using magic to light a nearby torch that was mounted on the wall. Uther raised a brow at his son and his servant. “See where they’re heading.” “Of course, my lord..” Agravain smirked as he turned in the opposite direction of the king. “Worried about spiders in your hair, Merlin?!” Arthur teased. Closing the door slightly behind him, but leaving it ajar so air could get in. Arthur took Merlin by the neckerchief and shoved him up against the wall. The older man’s chest pressed against Merlin’s back, Merlin’s chest against the cold stone wall. “Why are you so goddamn tall, Merlin!? On your knees.” Arthur huffed breathlessly. Pushing Merlin down, turning him over as Arthur removed Merlin’s pants and sat Merlin atop of Arthur, the prince sat on the ground with Merlin straddling him. Merlin’s back now against the wall. Merlin laughed softly. “I’m not that tall, sire. “ He teased, already out of breath. He wrapped his arms around the back of the thicker man’s head, then kissed his prince along his neck and chest, the only places he could reach while on top of him. He felt the heat from Arthur’s body, felt his slight tremble with excitement. “Easy, Arthur. I don’t want you to pass out.” He said playfully. Arthur blushed. Feeling Merlin’s heart pounding beneath his clothes. Laughing at his tease. “Mm, it won’t be me doing the passing out this time.” Arthur winked. Taking off his own pants and pushing Merlin against the wall more. So Merlin was completely supported by the wall while still sitting on Arthur, Arthur, with his legs spread, took Merlin by the waist and gently positioned him above Arthur. Letting a gentle moan pass his lips as he entered the warlock, already slick with want. By instinct, Arthur put his hand on the back of Merlin’s head as his servant leaned back, Arthur prevented him from hitting his head on the stone. “Easy, Merlin.” He whispered softly. Looking at his man with nothing but love, letting him set the pace. “Thrust your hips now, darling.” Merlin smirked, already he felt breathless as he felt his body adjust to the feeling of having Arthur fill him, to be praised by him, to be loved by him. It was all too much for his tiny warlock heart to take. He felt his own body tremble as he slowly rocked his hips, moaning softly with the sensation. “Oh god, I had forgotten how much I love this.” He teased, but meant every word. Once he felt used to the feeling, he moved his hips a little faster, angling his body to get in a better position. He held tight onto Arthur’s shoulders for support. Arthur smiled, moaning softly once Merlin found his rhythm, setting their pace. Getting high off the feeling of them being connected as one. And most importantly, watching Merlin’s face fill with pleasure, watching his smile, loving the way he opens his mouth slightly, the way his jaw clenches, the bead of sweat on his brow. How his eyes roll to the back of his head with that sweet pleasure. “Same.” The Prince panted. Rolling his hips with his servant. Uncaring of how cold his ass is on the stone. “You are so beautiful, Merlin. Keep doing that.” He whispered, kissing Merlin’s cheek bones softly. Moaning against his skin. “Shut up, Arthur.” Merlin teased, moaning softly, feeling Arthur’s urgency, his need as the heat on his body grew worse. He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying this moment, the feeling. He arched his back, hitting the stone wall behind him with a groan. And luckily Arthur’s hand was behind his head to catch him as he threw his head back with a scream, feeling his body tense as he picked up the pace, hitting his sweet spot perfectly. He squeezed Arthur’s shoulders as he softly whispered under his breath. “Someone’s here, Arthur. Can’t you hear it?” Arthur clenched Merlin’s hair, taking it in a fist, making sure his beloved didn’t hurt himself. He felt Merlin’s walls swell around him. He felt each time Merlin rolled his hips as their bodies met. He felt his own body breaking down, tensing up. He panted harder, his body trembling with unreleased energy. His eyes grew watery from the sensation, from the sounds Merlin was making. From the heat off their bodies, the way Merlin moved his body. Arthur screamed softly, his other hand reaching down to softly stroke Merlin’s length. Melting underneath his warlock and wanting his warlock to melt at his grasp. “Oh god.” Arthur’s body went stiff, the need for release rising. Merlin felt too fucking good. “What? No, I only hear you.” He whispered into Merlin’s chest, pressing his face against him. Merlin stifled a scream, his body growing more tense. He felt the pressure of his release building fast. He pushed his face into Arthur’s shoulder, panting as he felt tears roll down his face. Feeling the older man swell within him was enough to make him scream, but he held back knowing someone was nearby. “Arthur.” He moaned softly, faltering for a moment due to the feeling becoming too much. “Someone is here. Oh god, I can’t..” Merlin squeezed Arthur tighter, using his body as a comfort for the feeling. He whispered a spell and the torch went out, leaving only the dim light from the stable. “Shhh, You’re being paranoid. Breathe, Merlin, fuck. You’re doing so well.” Arthur rasped. Feeling Merlin’s body shutter above him. Allowing Merlin to squeeze his body as an outlet. Opening his eyes when he noticed the room went dim. His focus became on his man. Watching as this beautiful man worked them to their release. Arthur pushed his hips up whilst Merlin thrusted down. Pushing himself deeper inside, wanting to feel every bit of Merlin. This sent Merlin over the edge and he became limb in Arthur’s arms. Both panting harder now, Arthur rubbed Merlin faster. His own body trembling, his release building inside him, his muscles straining as Arthur pushed his body against Merlin’s. His hand on the back of Merlin’s head still, now pushing his face into Arthur’s shoulder, letting his man scream that sweet melody into his body. Arthur whimpered and moaned with Merlin. Feeling every bit of Merlin’s body seize, one final thrust into his man, deep and hard, Merlin came with a scream. Just the feeling and sight of pleasure withering Merlin’s face, twisting his features into a puddle of tears made Arthur come shortly after. His release coming fast and hard. Taking control of Arthur’s limbs. Arching his back as he pushed into Merlin with a scream. Arthur held Merlin tight, close to his body as his man trembled and shivered against him. He stopped thrusting and sat limb in Arthur’s lap. Arthur fucked Merlin as his own release came down. Then the two held one another, too tired and stiff to do anything else. Arthur rested his head against Merlin’s chest, panting and trembling after their high. Holding Merlin he felt his lover’s body shutter, his breathing shallow. Arthur kept his eyes on Merlin and when his servant opened his eyes just barely, half lidded. Specks of gold rimmed his eyes through the tears and Arthur felt Merlin’s power. Though he did not know what spell his warlock casted in his state of contentment. Merlin panted softly, blue eyes looking to his prince, he didn’t even realize his eyes changed color, though he felt the magic around them. He kissed Arthur’s forehead, a gentle laugh escaping his lips from the joy he felt, the love he had for his prince made his heart skip a beat. “You are amazing, Arthur. I adore you. Always, You are my destiny, I won’t ever leave your side.” Such strong words, but Merlin knew this, and felt it. Deep within his soul, even though they couldn’t publicly be together, he was meant to be with Arthur. And he didn’t care what anyone said. “Is anyone here?” A voice startled the boys into silence, Agravain saw the open doorway and was approaching fast. “Shit..” Arthur’s heart stopped. His eyes wide, he held his breath to stop from panting. He couldn’t even register the words Merlin had said. What did he mean by destiny? Why the fuck was his uncle sneaking around the hidden passage!? “Fuck, Merlin, move.” He groaned,, his swelling making it hard to move and Merlin had him pinned. “Now, Merlin!” He whisper, shouted. Fear of his uncle seeing them. Merlin groaned as he rolled off Arthur. “Shit. Fuck. Its Agrarian. He must’ve seen us. “ He helped Arthur to his feet and pulled up both their pants. “Does he know about this passageway?” “No.. Yes.. I don’t know. I’m sure my mother would have shown him at some point??” Arthur ran his hand through his hair, making a few pieces stick up. “This way.” He took Merlin by the jacket and shoved him further into the passage. “There’s an opening that leads through another passage. Run!” Arthur gave his man one last shove as Merlin struggled to get his feet moving. Then the two ran. Turning down corridors, listening to the echoing footsteps behind them. “What if he catches us? Is there another way out?!” Merlin was laughing to himself, still panting from their activities just moments before. He couldn’t hear Arthur’s uncle anymore, that was probably because he could only hear himself and Arthur now. They came across a fork in the hall. Merlin stopped dead in his tracks, causing Arthur to bump into Merlin. “Ow..clotpole! Which way?!” Agravain slowly opened the small door further. Seeing the still burning torch which was recently used. Why were they in here? He didn’t even know this place existed. “Arthur?” He called out into the darkness. Arthur blushed, putting his hands on Merlin’s back. Feeling shy despite what he just did to him. “Merlin! You complete fool! That way!” Arthur shoved past Merlin and started running again. Knowing his man was right behind him, but he was also so out of breath and panting hard. His legs weak. “You said-“ he paused for a breath as they rounded a corner. “You said you heard him! How!? He was still so far away!?” “I don’t know! I just…did! I suppose there’s some sort of force keeping us safe from treason?” He casted a spell to conjure light within his palm, using that to help guide their way as he followed Arthur blindly further into the castle, trusting him completely, even though he was an idiot. “Can we slow down?? My body huurrttsss.” Arthur laughed at Merlin’s complaints. Looking back at him to check and also observe the odd light that just appeared. “Not a chance, Merlin! That would be treason.” He chuckled, turning down another hall. This one had light at the end. A way out.