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Arthur and Merlin looking at each other in the crowded street. Judging one other. Then suddenly, Merlin sprint toward an empty alley with Arthur calling out to him "Already fleeing, Merlin?" as he start to run after him. Little did he knows that barely 5 houses in, Merlin would move a cobbledstone and make him trip into the dusty dirt.
Arthur, trained knight that he is do not spend a second before getting up... Only to trip on a box, then a poor hens, then his feet get caught in a rope that had seen better day. He rages and fume as he sees the rackless peasant chuckle at him while half hidding behind a wall, half lounging on it "You give up? " He yells.
The words don't have enough time to echo through the whole alley back towards the busy street before Arthur reaching him at full speed, grabbing then slamming him onto the next house
Merlin can feel the harsh wood burn his back, he winces and closes his eyes for only a moment before facing the young prince with equal defiance. Blue on blue, like thunder falling from the sky into the water deep. Their breath mingle.
A drop of blood fall from one upon the ground.
Then another, glide along the dry wood.
The third, Merlin's eyes fall along with it. From the small cut on the annoying man's front to the valley of his nose, passing by his frown until it take its final jump upon his prince's lips.
When Merlin's eyes rise again, any reason that this ought to be a very bad idea shatter at the sight of Arthur's eyes lock on his own lips. In one instant, his hands reach his collarbone and grab his neck. Unconsciously, his magic spreading like golden web scan the area finding the closest door where Merlin slam the young prince into, kissing him. He feels his magic flaring behind the shadow cast by his eyelids, turning his sight into golden light. He tastes it upon his tongue. The tastes of it, right and true. He tastes him too.
Right and true.
His hands slide toward his waist, he pulling him towards him. Putting himself against the door. Far from the light coming out of the small window
A deadly gold. It can only shine in the dark.
Their kiss breaks but their bodies come closer. As Merlin's leg slide between Arthur's, his hands spread on his back. The blond's own finally let go of their iron grip on his shoulder, with a long exhale, their hold became gentle. Their nose nuzzling and their forehead gently touch.
An aftertaste of blood.
Their eyes opens, blue on blue. The sky of a gentle night of spring upon a lake. They kiss once more, softly. Their breath like a sweet breeze. They push and pull against each other, like the moon on the ocean.
Merlin gently push him to walk backwards towards the table as much as Arthur pull him to it, their kiss never breaking even as Merlin slide his hands under his tights. Nesting between them and pulling them around him as arthur back gently touch the wall. His head cradled by the light of the window.
Merlin nuzzled his head on the base of his neck, placing feather light kisses as he rises at the beat of Arthur sighs toward his ear. His voice as soft as his kisses
"I can walk on my knee alright"