Kink Me! #26

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Kink Me! #26
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Welcome to the Camelot Institute [2a/?]

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Merlin had been having an unusually irritating morning. He was slightly hungover after the previous night’s festivities. It had been one of those ritual parties with far too much sacred wine and far too many naked students, writhing and calling down the powers of the gods and painting themselves with blood.

He found those sorts of things rather tiresome if he was honest with himself, but he had gone anyway, allowed them to fall at his feet and offer themselves to him in fits of madness and ecstasy. He didn’t like it so much when they begged before the fun had even started, so he’d found his own conquest. He’d dragged his fingertips, hot with power, over strong biceps and a large back. He couldn’t yet recall to whom the back belonged, although Gaius probably would. That morning he had burst through the door to Merlin’s room and thrown out his visitor before rousing Merlin and telling him on no uncertain terms that he was not above the rules of the Institute, even if he was above the rules of magic.

The enraged hissing of the Seer echoing around the empty corridor made him pause to listen.

“I can’t believe you did that, Arthur! You have no idea who you just challenged!”

“Morgana, please. I can handle myself.”

“Didn’t you feel it when he touched you? He’s powerful.”

“I didn’t feel anything when he touched me!” The boy snapped defensively.

Interesting.

He remembered the flush that had spread down the boy’s neck when he’d teased him about his powers. The way he stood his ground against Merlin. He wasn’t bad looking, he conceded. More than that, there was something in his nature that intrigued Merlin. Pride? Willfulness?

He’d been at the Camelot Institute for so long that he’d not met many who didn’t know him for what he was the instant his magic touched theirs, like Morgana had. Even the few people around him who lacked the extra sense in their magic knew him by reputation. To know that this Arthur Pendragon reacted to him so strongly without truly knowing him had given him a new kind of thrill.

By the time he’d stepped out in to the sunlight of the courtyard, he felt refreshed and truly awake. Engaged in his surroundings for the first time in a long time.

“Merlin!”
“Morning, Merlin!”
“Hello, Merlin!”
“Last night…”
“Merlin, you drank us out of sacred wine again!”

“Morning Lance, Freya, Gwen, Gwaine! Don’t worry Sophia, I’ll fill the whole of the centre fountain next time, enough sacred wine to last us at least two nights then!”

“Oh, Merlin!”
“Merlin can you please…”
“Merlin, if you have a moment.”

He cut them off abruptly.
“This is Morgana, the Seer, and her brother Arthur, the sword polisher. They’re new.” He gestured behind him vaguely.

“And on that note,” he grinned, twirling and striding toward the dining hall. He heard Arthur shout demandingly for him to come back, before he was silenced by Lance’s calm voice, telling him that you just didn’t yell at Merlin like that before he’d had a proper breakfast. Apart from Gaius, nobody yelled at Merlin at all.

It was almost cute, the way that this boy thought he could tell him what to do.